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Round Two, Shepard	By : RedLinesKrutch Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 13993 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Written quickly. Lol. Hope you like it. Sort of a sequel to "No Control", but you don't necessarily need to have read that one. )
The only attractive female was a naked one.
And yet, the old mercenary tilted his head at a thoughtful, musing angle while his nostrils flared, picking up that familiar, wet scent that drew the carnal desires right out of him. It was rare when Wrex found himself so heat bound to one female creature, and a human one at that. Humans had never drawn his attention before, but then Shepard was a different sort of human female – not including the part where she seemed incapable of dying. No, Shepard had a tendency of coming back. But she was always in heat too. Sometimes she walked by and his eyes would follow like a hungry predator. His sense of smell was so fine tuned to her that his entire body tensed before he growled a humorless noise in his throat and stalked after her like a starving predator. The rest of the crew be damned if they noticed back when he was on the Normandy.
Hell, if he wasn’t so absorbed with clan business, he would have marched right onto the new Normandy with her. He didn’t give a damn about what other humans thought, or even what his fellow Krogan believed. A female was a female as far as he was concerned. Shepard was a bit more than that, more like a Krogan Warlord herself, but that was partially what made her so appetizing. She wasn’t just any female, she was a strong one, and she was his. Unfortunately for them both, he had to stay behind on this planet and lead the clans. Shepard knew it too.
So when her business with Grunt was over and done with and she suggested she see him privately on the matter of her new recruit, he grinned. Subtle or not, he knew what she wanted. He wanted it just as much as she did. He let her pick the place –some back room in the facility with a bed and a door that was able to close. Wrex didn’t really care about the details. He was focused entirely on her and what he wanted. The junk that crowded the glass windows and floors didn’t matter.
Even now she whispered incoherent noises to him, occasionally crying out against her better judgment. Let her curse and moan and make obscene gestures. Shit, she could be as loud as she wanted. It meant he was doing a good job and if the rest of the crew or other krogans found out about it, so what. But still, his cock strained every time she made a sound or moved or clawed at something in front of her. He hadn’t even entered her yet, though he considered it thoroughly before growling deeply in his throat and returning his attention back between her legs. She was practically dripping wet and his eyes flashed as his lips curled back.
“You keep that up, Shepard. Your voice will go raw.”
He had perched her on top of his chest after stripping her of her armor. In the past it was much easier to splay her out on countertops or bend her over the bed, where he didn’t have to kneel down to draw his rough tongue out over the sensitive area between her legs. This new idea only came to him when he realized the angle might be better and it allowed him to recline back. She was facing the opposite end of the bed, towards his groin, while he was looking right at her center, her legs spread open in front of him.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around one of her legs, his claws pricking against her skin in a subtle warning not to go anywhere. His eyes darkened as he dragged his tongue over her again, catching the soft gasp that escaped her throat.
Shepard’s taste was rich and heavy, perfect for a female with such renowned status and power. He preferred to clean up every drop of the mess she made before he took her, as it had been so long, regardless of how aggressive the wait made him or how impatient he became. This time, as his tongue crawled across her center and licked a new wave of juices from the surface, he growled in agitation, breathing hot air across her thighs as his arm over her waist tightened. His claws dug suggestively into her hip, not cutting into her skin, but warning her to sit still when she jerked above him. She could say or gasp or moan whatever she wanted. But while some part of him was amused at her squirming, it sometimes ruined his angle. Human biology bothered him in that respect. It was so damn hard to get a good angle, so when he had one, he wasn’t about to let it go.
“I can’t help it,” she panted back at him, throwing him a dark look over her shoulder. His gaze met hers and a predatory growl rumbled up the back of his throat. His cock throbbed and strained against her lower abdomen, reminding him of how long it had been for both of them. Every small movement she made also reminded him of how easy it would be to shift positions and give her something to really pant and moan about. He leaned forward, dragging his tongue across her one more time, being deliberately slow. Then he unwrapped his arm from her lower back.
An amused growl flowed up his throat as they both fell into their natural, adopted positions. Her on her knees on the bed and him looming behind her. “Missed it much, Shepard?” he asked, grabbing her hips. Before she could answer, he thrust forward. Whatever she might have said ended in a low cry while he gave her a few seconds to accommodate to his size. He shook his head as another guttural noise rolled through him, his eyes darkening as he lowered down towards her shoulder and slid his tongue across her heated skin. He moved again, grunting as his quads rubbed against the back of her thighs. She was so tight around him that he briefly wondered if any other male besides himself had found any interest in her since their last time. He guessed not. Not with the way she drew her breath as he pulled and slammed back into her again.
Shepard could only belong to him anyway. His pride bristled at the very idea that another male could have come in contact with her. She was his. A snarl ripped from his throat and his claws pricked into her hips just enough to warn her before he roughly pulled out of her and slammed back in. It was strange to have such a powerful female melt under his claws, but she pleaded with him to increase the pace and his cock started to throb again. “Watch yourself, Shepard,” he growled, partially amused. She was always worried someone would overhear. Reminding her only increased her frustration and boiled his blood into an irreversible, carnal state. “Because I’m not taking it easy on you.” And he didn’t.
He fell into the typical hard and heavy rhythm they recognized from years ago. Her body clamped and sucked, tempting him to an edge, but he rode out the urge. He was in no mood to put up with something quick. It’d been too long, she was too wet, too hot and ready, and he was nowhere near done with her. A dark, familiar noise passed through him when she whimpered back under his pounding, fisting the blankets in her hands and pleading with him. A rush of warmth invaded his quads and groin every time she spoke his name in that quiet, straining way. He slammed into her during those moments, reminding her of who belonged to whom. His eyes trailed down her body, taking in curves and smooth muscle along the way. Her breasts caught his eye as they bounced, almost in tune with the timing of his quads slapping against the back of her legs.
He growled.
If she were a krogan female, he would have bred her over and over again. He hadn’t the slightest doubt in his possession of her, but as he continued his relentless pace and listened to the wet smack of and cock into her, he realized that it might have been a good thing, that she was human and he was not. If she had been krogan, he wouldn’t have settled for the treaties and deals that Clan Urdnot used now. It would never have occurred to him to share Shepard. His brow furrowed as he watched her back, baring his teeth as another, animalistic snarl ripped from his throat. “Mine,” he growled. She gasped below him as his claws tightened around her waist. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Not now, and not for a while.
She knew damn well how long he could go.
Though he couldn’t suppress a dark laugh as one of her typical cries became louder. “Suit yourself, Shepard. I’ve got no problem if the rest of your crew finds out.” A dull ache built in the back of his cock as he thrust into her again. There was, however, the matter of that new, young Krogan. Grunt. The smell of their sex would be impossible to hide from another krogan male, even one as new to the world as Grunt was. “Make sure to keep that one in check,” he growled, continuing to the pace. His voice was low, almost hard to make out. But he expected her to understand just the same. He didn’t want another male sharing her territory, not in the way that he had claimed it. Whether she understood him or not, was another matter.
“Just come back, Shepard,” he growled, “when you want more.” He smirked as she mumbled an agreement. He couldn’t leave his clan now that he had settled down. It was up to her to continue their heavy petting and sexual encounters by returning in the future. “Don’t make me come and find you,” he finished. It was the last he said before he switched and added more hard thrusts to his current pace. He could hear her breathing something about him being too big, but then asking for more. And more. A low growl pierced his throat as he moved closer to her, wrapping both arms around her waist even more to keep her where he wanted her. They fucked like wild varrens, he the alpha male, she the female in heat.
Eventually, as the sounds of his quads slapping against her thigh filled his ears, a familiar ache built within them too. He clamped his claws around her and ordered her to sit still as he bucked in and out of her. Each cry that spilled from her throat was more serious than the next, telling him that she was close. He could smell their sex in the room and shook his head, rumbling out a low growl like a possessive beast. His cock strained and then he shoved forward, keeping her flat against him as she broke under the pressure. His cock spasmed within her and he shot off, coating the inside of her walls. While she ducked her head and threatened to collapse, spent, he kept her up. He hadn’t finished with her yet.
As the base of his cock swelled, he felt some of their juices slide down her thighs and onto his quads. The smell was thick and caused his eyes to narrow. He dragged his tongue over her midback again, giving another small thrust to encourage the second stage of his orgasm. A satisfied growl pushed up the back of his throat as the slowly growing bulge on the back of his cock plugged her entrance and he came again. Interestingly enough, he could feel her body working to milk him of everything he had. When enough time had passed, he smirked over her shoulder, proud of how satisfied she seemed to be.
“I’ll give you ten minutes before round two,” he said to her. Then he pulled out, rolling his shoulders and eyeing a nearby table that was packed with junk. She hadn’t complained the last time he pinned her to one and took her the way a human male might. But as he leaned back, his eyes flashed. Ten minutes hadn’t quite come and gone yet, and yet, she was ready for more. Interesting. She returned to him, placing her hands against his broad shoulders and straddling his hips. He impulsively reached around and grabbed her thighs, careful to watch his claws at her skin as she lowered herself over him. He could get used to these human positions, he thought, grinning up at her when she started to move.
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