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Mass Effect. Erotic journey	By : Kirill_Blackjackoff Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Characters: Urdnot Wrex, Ashley Williams
Location: S.S.V. Normandy

It ended with Shepard heading down to the colony on Feros accompanied by Kaidan and Liara. Ashley felt more than a little wounded by that, though she fully understood what must have been going through the captain’s mind after their aborted sexual encounter in the cargo bay. Of course, he would never mention what had happened, and she certainly wasn’t going to bring it up either. What she’d done… Ashley herself still couldn’t quite explain what had come over her.
All that talk she used to scorn — about how people would cross any moral line in pursuit of desire — had once seemed like complete nonsense. And yet now… she’d experienced something that made her feel ashamed. Could it really be that she was no better than those fallen women she’d always looked down on? Was it really enough to simply see a big cock, and suddenly her pussy would go wet like some cheap little slut? Was this the effect of not having a man in her life for more than six months now, of spending the last three with nothing but a low-end asari sex toy or brutal gym sessions to release the tension? Probably. It was shameful to admit — but even now, a fleeting memory of the captain’s massive shaft plunging into her tight throat was enough to make her knees weaken treacherously and her breath quicken.
Ashley felt hatred — hatred for the physiology she was born into, for Shepard who’d seduced her so shamelessly, but most of all for herself — for having given in, for following her body’s hunger and failing to say “no.” Her entire life, she had fought to prove she was just as good as any man in the Alliance — better, even. She had nearly convinced herself that there was no difference, no superiority, no natural dominance that men held over her. But now what? Yesterday, Shepard’s actions had shattered that illusion and proved the opposite?
Rage flooded Ashley’s chest, even as her training urged her to keep a level head. Anyone not assigned to the away team still had to remain sharp, ready to deploy as reinforcements at the first sign of trouble. Still, she needed to let the anger out somehow — and so she slammed her palm into the door of her weapons locker. Pain shot through her hand in a dull pulse, but it helped — blunted the rest of the chaos in her head.
“Angry?” came a rough voice behind her.
She turned sharply and saw Wrex — the krogan mercenary — leaning lazily against the very same crate behind which, just a few hours earlier, she had sucked Shepard’s cock.
“Wrex,” she acknowledged stiffly, with the barest nod, showing not even a shred of friendliness. Her icy stance toward non-humans aboard Normandy was no secret. To be fair, Wrex didn’t try to make friends either — he was just doing his job: smashing skulls of whoever the captain pointed at. And Ashley, for all her distaste for the unhinged, brutal bastard who could probably tear her in half without breaking a sweat, couldn’t argue with Shepard’s logic: the krogan was an absolute monster in a fight. Like her, he spent most of his time in the cargo bay, though he usually kept to the opposite corner, far from where she worked. She never paid much attention to what he did there — just occasionally glanced over at that massive, armored silhouette in dark crimson.
Which made it all the more jarring that he was here now. And more than that — that he was half-naked. Ashley could see every bulge of muscle and every ancient scar etched into the massive body of the krogan. His thick, battle-worn arms were folded over a chest like sculpted stone, while the hard steel lines of his abdomen disappeared behind the belt of tight black leather pants wrapped around his powerful legs.
“God damn it, Williams,” she hissed to herself. Her gaze shot back up to his face — just in time to catch, or imagine, a cocky little smirk creeping across his reptilian lips.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked coolly, putting as much detachment into her voice as possible while turning her back to him and opening her locker. She bent down to grab the box of ammo from the bottom shelf, and as she did, she could swear — swear — that she felt his eyes on her ass.
What the hell is this?! Ashley flushed hot. Yeah, she knew some aliens found humans attractive. She’d had turian and batarian admirers before — and once, hilariously, even a volus. But the idea that this krogan — this brain-dead lunk — was ogling her? Disgust rose in her like bile. She was about to spin around and give him a mouthful of hell when she felt it — his hand. Massive. Gripping her ass.
“What the…?!” She slammed the locker shut and turned so fast she nearly lost balance — coming face to face with that toothy krogan grin. Instinctively, she stepped back, spine hitting cold metal.
“Step back, krogan,” she barked. She wanted her voice to be sharp, dangerous, commanding — but a hint of fear bled through, unavoidable. Because she remembered what he could do. Remembered the ease with which he crushed enemies on the battlefield. And now? Now they were alone. Aboard an Alliance ship, sure — but who knew what this horny bastard might do?
“Should’ve used that voice yesterday,” Wrex rasped, “when your pretty little mouth was choking on Shepard’s cock.”
His breath was hot and thick, rolling across her face like steam.
And unfortunately, the cargo bay was completely deserted. The entire tech team, including Tali and Engineer Adams, usually stationed nearby, were upstairs on the middeck, taking a well-earned break during the downtime between missions. No sign of the quartermaster either. Garrus? Out checking the new gun calibration modules with the staff. No one left to walk in.
Of course. Just perfect.
Ashley’s stomach twisted. The situation was tipping — fast. And the fact that Wrex had seen her with Shepard yesterday? That made it worse.
She tried to step sideways, but his grip clamped on her shoulder, immovable.
“Back off, Wrex!” She knew she needed to act — but if she acted too aggressively, she might set him off. And then it’d be over. If only she had a weapon... But like this — she didn’t stand a chance.
“What the hell do you want?!” she shouted after what felt like a hundred failed attempts to shake loose.
“Oh, not much, Williams,” he said.
And then he let her go.
Just like that.
She staggered back, blinking in surprise — but Wrex was already undoing his belt.
And then — his pants hit the floor.
And Ashley froze.
There it was. The biggest cock she had ever seen in her life — even in her fantasies.
She couldn’t estimate its size, but to say it was huge would be saying nothing at all. By Williams’ most conservative guesses, Wrex’s organ was around sixteen inches long, and its diameter ranged from three inches at the head to six at the base. This wasn’t a reproductive organ — it was a weapon, plain and simple.
The girl could only freeze in place, stunned, completely unable to look away. For some reason, it now seemed laughable that just four hours ago she had called Shepard’s cock a club. Sure, the captain’s organ was definitely large — larger than any human’s she had ever seen — but Wrex’s… Calling this thing a club would be wrong.
This was a Cock. With a capital C. Made for fucking. For sexual humiliation of whoever it was meant for.
It was wrapped in a dozen thick veins, topped with an enormous bluish head. And at the base — four balls, each at least twice the size of a human’s. It was hard to imagine how much semen they could possibly hold.
And the most incredible thing — the cock stood. As if gravity didn’t apply to it. As if it didn’t notice its own weight. It stood there like a spear rising from the floor, and in the krogan’s powerful hands, it looked utterly unreal.
Ashley couldn’t speak. She tried — twice — and only on the third try did the words claw their way out of her mouth.
“That... that... what the fuck is that?”
Her lips were dry. And her eyes wouldn’t look away.
“That’s what you Earth girls are missing,” the krogan said with a sneer of superiority. “You spend your whole life fantasizing about a big cock, but the moment you get one, you cower in the corner like scared little bitches.”
Ashley didn’t reply. Her chest was rising and falling with each shallow breath, lips parted, eyes locked on the bead of precum forming at the tip of Wrex’s monstrous cock. She was aroused. All those thoughts of shame and weakness that had haunted her after kneeling before Shepard and taking his cock into her mouth — gone. Now, she was ready to do it again, with something even larger. Much larger.
It was like a trance. Like she wasn’t even on the Normandy anymore, but somewhere far away, submerged in lust. Slowly, she sank down onto the cold metal floor. His cock towered above her like an untouchable monument — intimidating, massive, irresistible. It turned her on — and drove her mad. She wanted it. Wanted to wrap her lips around it, taste that thick krogan precum, ignore every voice of reason screaming at her to stop. She wanted it, so she would take it. Let the whole damn galaxy know that Ashley Williams got on her knees for a krogan and licked his giant cock with her tongue…
Her hand wrapped around the base — it looked small, almost childlike in comparison. To get a grip around the full thickness of Wrex’s cock, Ashley had to use both hands. She tried to angle it toward her, but it was like trying to bend a steel beam — it wouldn’t budge. So she lifted herself slightly on her knees, ran her palms slowly up and down the thick shaft, coaxing more precum from the tip until it swelled and shimmered. Then she leaned in, her plush lips brushing the head. She sucked the slick bead straight from the tiny slit, closing her eyes, letting the taste hit her tongue. It wasn’t disgusting at all — in fact, it turned her on even more. With a low, breathy moan, she whispered:
“He’s… fucking huge…”
There was no answer. Wrex didn’t even grunt — as if he hadn’t noticed the sexy human kneeling before him with her lips on his cock. Ashley felt a flicker of irritation, maybe even hurt. She started to lift her gaze to meet his, but before she could make a sound, his massive hands clamped around her head — then his cock slammed into her mouth, driving deep into her throat in one brutal thrust.
She couldn’t even process how far it had gone — it felt like he filled her all the way to her stomach. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. All she could do was choke out helpless, muffled gurgles as Wrex ruthlessly face-fucked her. Her eyes overflowed with tears, streaking down her cheeks in wet, salty trails. Drool poured from her chin, dripping onto the metal floor and soaking the front of her Alliance uniform.
How symbolic, she thought bitterly through the haze. She still couldn’t draw a breath — her nose was clogged with spit and tears, bubbling at the edges of her lips. Her face was drenched with her own fluids. Wrex’s cock rammed her throat over and over, unforgiving and unrelenting, like there was no end in sight. Her vision blurred. Her consciousness wavered. It was sheer, brutal, animalistic throatfucking — and she was on the verge of blacking out from it.
Then suddenly — he let go. The pressure vanished. The cock disappeared from her mouth, and she inhaled with a ragged, primal gasp. The breath tore through her lungs like a drowning girl breaking the surface. Her mouth stayed open, jaw slack, spit trailing from her lips as she hung there, used. Violated. Cheap. Of course she did. She’d just gotten her throat fucked by a krogan.
Then she felt herself yanked up to her feet, so forcefully it nearly wrenched her limbs from their sockets.
There was a savage rip of fabric. Wrex snarled deep in his chest — and five seconds later, Ashley was standing naked in the middle of a shredded pile that used to be her uniform. She didn’t try to cover herself. What was the point? Her pussy was soaking, dripping down her thighs like she was nothing but some mindless bitch in heat, begging to be bred.
Ashley wanted that cock inside her. She wanted it to stretch her, split her, ruin her. She wanted him to fuck her so hard she lost consciousness. She would’ve begged, crawled, sobbed in a puddle of her own arousal just for the chance. That blowjob she gave Shepard? It felt like child’s play now. A foolish, tame little game compared to what she craved from Wrex in this moment.
She was in the grip of the real thing now — the Cock, with a capital C.
Wrex lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her left boot was still half-on, flapping awkwardly, but nobody cared — not her, not him. He turned her in the air to face him, let out a roar like a wild animal, then slammed his cock into her soaking cunt in one brutal, consuming thrust.
Her scream dissolved into a moan. A raw, breathless moan of utter bliss.
It was indescribable — an overwhelming fullness she had never known before. She could feel every pulsing vein of the krogan’s cock inside her pussy, the heat of it sending lightning through her body, unraveling her sanity. Moans poured from her lips as she melted into the brute strength of the mercenary’s arm
His cock wasn’t just inside her. Once upon a time, Ashley had scoffed at words like fucked, used, ruined. They sounded brutish, obscene — totally unnecessary when talking about sex.
But this wasn’t sex. This was something else. Wrex was fucking her. Like a whore. Like a toy made for nothing but taking his cock. Like the cheapest, filthiest little slut in the galaxy.
Everything vanished. The mission. The ship. Her rank. Her name. All of it dissolved in the tidal wave of lust and ragged moans echoing off the walls — hers blending with the low, guttural growls of the krogan. Ashley didn’t even register the sounds anymore. She was lost in orgasms.
The first one hit without warning — ripping through her like a thunderclap. And before it even faded, another burst exploded behind her eyes. Then another. And another. She didn’t even know which number she was on — her whole body was trembling, twitching, hanging limp in his grasp as he kept pounding her stretched-out cunt like a beast in heat. And it would only end one way — with *his* orgasm.
And he didn’t keep her waiting.
By the time he came, Ashley didn’t care where he did it. He could’ve drenched her in cum from head to toe and left her sprawled on the floor for everyone to see — she was his. Completely. But Wrex didn’t bother with theatrics — he just came inside her. Buried deep.
She felt it instantly — the flood of thick, hot krogan seed gushing into her cunt, filling her until it spilled out around his cock, down her thighs, dripping all the way to the floor. Even her toes were slick with it.
Wrex didn’t say a single word through the entire orgasm. When it was over, he lowered her limp body onto the nearby table like she weighed nothing, pulled his leather pants back up, and walked away — silent, heading back to his corner of the cargo bay like nothing had happened.
Ashley lay there, splayed out, naked, cum leaking from her used pussy, staring at the ceiling with glassy, unfocused eyes. Her breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps. Her mind was empty — no shame, no guilt, no thoughts at all.
Just calm. Total, absolute calm.

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