Urdnot Wreav

You are Wreav's sex slave, and he is going to use you to pleasure himself

and then licked her way buck up to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the massive tip for a few moment’s eagerly staring up at her master for some sign that he was pleased with her. Wreav seemed indifferent to FutureShep’s performance. She decided it was time to take it to the next level.

She put her lips around the cock’s tip and started sucking. With each suck she worked a little more of Wreav’s cock into her mouth. Shepard was stunned at what her future self was trying to do.

Shepard, thinking: “She’s trying to give him a blowjob?! What’s she thinking?! She’ll never fit that whole thing into her mouth!”

Naturally Shepard’s mental protests were not heard by her future self. She just kept sucking and sucking and working more and more of her master’s cock into her mouth. Much to Shepard’s amazement, she was actually succeeding. Likely after years of practice FutureShep was able to expand her mouth and jaw to take in Wreav’s massive member. She could feel it touch the back of her throat as she continued to happily suck it.

Eventually Wreav grew impatient with Shepard’s progress. He grabbed the back of her head and thrust the rest of his cock into her mouth, right down to the balls. Shepard thought she would choke and pass out from something so massive in her throat. But her future self took it in stride. She held her breath and gave Wreav a full blowjob.

Wreav’s cock started to twitch. He was about to cum. Shepard eagerly awaited the delicious taste of her master’s cum. Wreav groaned loudly and ejaculated into Shepard’s mouth. There was so much cum! Too much for Shepard’s mouth to catch! Lots of it spewed out from around her mouth and some even came out her nose! Shepard withdrew Wreav’s cock, swallowed as much of his cum as she could and took a much needed breath. With cum dripping from the corners of her mouth she smiled up at Wreav, anxious for his response to her performance. Wreav grinned at her.

Wreav: “Not bad, slave. I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Wreav’s cock grew hard and erect again.

Wreav: “Mount me.”

This was what Shepard was waiting for, to feel that thick cock in her pussy once again. It was all FutureShep thought about. It was all she dreamed about. But…was it just FutureShep thinking about it? Shepard was now having a hard time keeping her thoughts and feelings distinguished from FutureShep’s. Wreav’s cum…it was delicious. So delicious. And though it was painful, feeling his cock ramming down all the way into her throat felt so good!

FutureShep started climbing up onto Wreav’s throne.

Esas hembras son inmunes a la genofagia y me pertenecen!

"That's like asking an asari if she's ready to fuck!"

El sonido del cabezazo de Wreav reverberó alrededor de los Hollows mientras los vítores de múltiples Krogan lo seguían y luego se silenciaron. De pie junto a Turian colapsado (que ahora sostenía su rostro para detener el exceso de sangre que brotaba de él), Wreav lo miró fijamente antes de exclamar "¡YO SOY KROGAN!" antes de pisotear la cabeza del lisiado Turian, poniendo así fin a su humillante y dolorosa prueba. Horas antes, Wreav había convocado a todos los clanes sobrevivientes a los Hollows después de que sus exploradores descubrieran un turiano en el perímetro del territorio de Urdnot y rápidamente decidieron usarlo como un ejemplo del dominio de Wreav, pero esta no fue la única razón por la que Wreav había convocado al orgullo de Tuchanka. guerreros Siguiendo a Mordin Solus y al Comandante Shepard'

"Hace 20 años" gritó Wreav a la poderosa multitud "¡Le concedí a nuestra gente la habilidad de vengarse! Para vengarse de las especies galácticas que intentaron exterminarnos, especies como este Turian aquí" Wreav continuó prácticamente escupiendo ante la mención de uno de los enemigos más odiados de Krogan "Ahora estamos en un punto en el que tenemos los números, tenemos las armas y tenemos la ira para hacer realidad nuestro sueño, los huevos de los salarianos sabrán hermosos, los turianos que suplican misericordia sonarán hermosos y las putas Asari..." Wreav se apagó y dejó escapar una sádica risa antes de recuperar la compostura "Ellos... se sentirán hermosa, encima de nuestras pelotas", los Hollows inmediatamente se llenaron de rugidos de emoción del Krogan masculino al que se les prometieron sus placeres más enfermizos "¡HOY!" Wreav gritó por encima del ruido "¡HACEMOS ESO... UNA REALIDAD!"

The war was over.

The Reapers had been defeated. Jane Shepard was once more - or maybe still? - the hero and savior of the galaxy, and everyone within it. Exhausted beyond words, she spent several days in a hospital bed where the doctors treated her injuries and kept an eye on her vitals. Friends of all races came to congratulate her and wish her a speedy recovery.

It was bizarre. A week ago, her team and her had all been planning the final mission - the first, last, and only chance to take out the Reapers once and for all. Now it was over. Most of them had survived, while others had lost their lives saving others.

Those thoughts never let her rest. She challenged these devastatingly negative thoughts with ones of her own - thoughts of someone very particular. His dominant and lascivious attitude, his startling red eyes, green-ish hide, his impressive crest. No scars, unlike his brother. Thoughts of what they could become, of what they could accomplish together.

Of course, these thoughts weren’t always pure in nature. In fact, more often than not, Shepard found herself all hot and bothered due to the images in her head.

So, naturally, when the time to leave the hospital came around, and her teammates came to pick her up, she turned to Urdnot Wrex.

“Your brother still alive and kicking?”

He snorted and looked at her, blood-red eyes narrowed. “What ya want him for?”

“A personal... request, if you will.” Another snort.

“I won’t, but you’re old enough to make your own decisions. But remember, if ya die on Tuchanka, I’ll personally kill ya.”

Shepard smiled and fondly bumped her forehead against his, putting as much force behind it as she dared. “Of course.”

The Alliance had a lot of favors they owed her, and Shepard called in the first, last, and only one she would call for, if everything went according to plan. Her ship took her to Tuchanka, and Wrex served as her guide once they touched ground. He didn’t say a word to her as they travelled, and she appreciated it. There were no words needed - she knew that he knew what she was going to do, and he knew she wouldn’t elaborate no matter how much he asked.

So why ask in the first place?

They made it to his clan’s camp in good time, and were greeted by a pack of varren aggressively hissing and screeching as they approached. Immediately, the other krogan of the clan came barging out with lifted shotguns.

“Take it easy, ya numbskulls, it’s just me and Shepard,” Wrex growled and gestured to her. She snorted and rolled her eyes, but her throat went dry when his brother came up behind the group of krogan. They parted for him - probably knowing that he would knock them over if they didn’t - and he walked up to Wrex and herself.

Looking Shepard up and down, he scoffed, but couldn’t help a rumble that Shepard knew was appreciative, and it made her breathing come slightly faster.

“What d’ya want?” Urdnot Wreav rumbled and took a step closer to get a proper look at Shepard who stood still but had a hand on her weapon, just in case things went bad. Then again, it was just her and Wrex against a clan of krogan - if they really wanted to take her out, they could easily do so. Wrex turned to look at her, and while Shepard didn’t exactly blush, she did feel a rush go through her. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she opened her mouth and spoke.

“I wish to offer my services to you.”

There. She had stated her desires, albeit vaguely, and with any luck, she would never have to think about wars again. Never have to deal with another crewmate’s death again, nor the god-awful coffee they had aboard human spaceships. She really hoped Wreav would agree and take her in...

At first, he let out a loud, thunderous laughter that did nothing to soothe her. The nearby krogan didn’t let it be known what they were thinking or feeling about this - they simply looked from Wreav to Shepard as he laughed. When he had, apparently, sated his desire for mocking her, Wreav began walking around her. It was like he was inspecting her. The thought made her knees weak, but she was nothing if not disciplined, so she didn’t let it show. “What ‘services’ are you referring to?” he asked when he was behind her. She could practically feel his gaze on her ass, and she was willing to bet all her credits that his hand was itching to grab it.

“Whichever you desire,” she replied smoothly and looked straight ahead, not wanting to look at Wrex at this moment.

“I have an army of krogan at my disposal,” Wreav grinned and came into her field of vision again, “what could you possibly have to offer me?” She smiled and put a hand on her slim, but toned stomach while looking at him.

“Your future children.”

Upon promising him children, Wreav had immediately accepted her offer. Whether it was from an actual wish to become a father, or if it was something as simple and primal as showing her off and mating with her, Shepard didn’t know.

It also wasn’t important, of course. She was just euphoric about the prospect of being Wreav’s sex slave.

“Leave us,” he growled to the other krogan, and they obeyed without a second’s hesitation.

Wrex looked at her and shook her hand when she reached it out to him.

“Take care, Shepard.”

“Likewise, Wrex,” she smiled and bumped her forehead against his, this time with much less force. It was almost tender.

“‘Nuff yappin’, get goin’,” Wreav growled, and Wrex bared his teeth before turning his back on them and walking back to the shuttle that would take him back to the ship.

Shepard looked after him, and for the shortest second wondered if she ought to follow him, if she was making a mistake by doing this.

Then the thought was gone, and she turned to look at Wreav as a wide smile spread on her face.

No, she had made the right choice, she realized when he stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, making her gasp sharply.

“Undress, then kiss my feet,”

he snarled and shoved her backwards. With a dry throat and a moan dying on her lips, she nodded eagerly and hurried to strip herself of her armor and countless weapons.

Unlike others, Wreav wasn’t looking for a striptease. He was looking for ownership of her and a way to completely dominate and humiliate her. He wanted to test her, break her, make her completely and irrevocably his.

At least, that’s what she hoped. She threw her boots onto her discarded armor with a heavy thud and undid the latches on her helmet to remove it and let her hair fall free. Shaking her head slightly to get the strands out of her face, she looked at Wreav and was pleased to see him staring at her.

“See anything you like?” she all but purred, and her words and sultry voice seemed to shake him out of his trance. At least enough for him to grin and point at the ground with the words,

“Get on your knees and know your place.”

A shudder went through her, and she knelt before him while still looking up at him, as if he was the sun and moon all in one.

Once she was on the ground, Wreav lifted a heavy foot and placed it on her face, grinding the heel into her cheek, and he grinned widely when she whined like a female varren in heat.

“Stay down, and start worshipping,” he ordered, voice heavy and gruff, and lifted his foot again, letting Shepard pay immediate attention to his feet as he himself undressed. Her tongue lapped and licked at his toes, diving between them to gather the dirt and grime with delighted moans.

As she worked on cleaning and worshipping him, she noticed how wet she was getting, and couldn’t help but smile, soft whines escaping her every now and then.

When he was naked as well, he grabbed the back of her head and held it in place as he smothered it with his ass. It smelled of sweat, and something that should have been so disgusting simply turned Shepard on immensely. She even inhaled the smell deeply, as if wanting to embed it in her brain so she could never forget it. It was pungent and heady, but there was nothing to indicate that his ass wasn’t clean. It was simply his natural scent, and Shepard was completely enamored, and incredibly turned on. She squeezed her thighs together and put her hands on his ass, rubbing it to just feel the texture of him.

Wreav growled quietly and wiped his ass in her face, and when he farted loudly, Shepard couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

She came with a guttural groan and writhed the slight bit that he allowed her, her juices running down her thighs and making the air smell sweet and naughty.

As the rotten smell of his fart washed over her, Shepard inhaled deeply through her nose and closed her eyes to savor the scent.

“Now, ***,” he growled and let go of her head. She whined pathetically. “Stay still.”

Shepard nodded and opened her eyes a sliver. Wreav moved around her and now stood behind her. Shepard knew that she should be scared, or at least wary, of him standing so close to her where she couldn’t see, not to mention that she didn’t have any kind of weapon, but all she felt was delight and arousal. Her body trembled slightly from the powerful orgasm, and her breathing was still fast and hard. Something was put around her neck, and her first instinct was to yank it off, but she fought the instinct, telling herself that whatever Wreav wanted to do, he could do without her making a fuss. She was an elite soldier, there was nothing she couldn’t handle. Hell, she had fought against the Reapers and won!

Yet, she couldn’t keep curiosity at bay, and she just had to ask.

“What is that?”

“A necklace of varren teeth,”

he rumbled, and then sat on her back. He was incredibly heavy, and Shepard wasn’t sure exactly what was demanded of her, so she just stood still and opened her eyes fully.

“Come on, move,”

he growled and slapped her ass, making her yelp softly. She lifted a hand and had to fight to keep her balance, but managed to move forward, albeit slowly.

“Move!” he ordered again and lifted himself slightly, only to drop his full body weight onto her back.

A normal human would have crumbled, but luckily, Shepard was anything but normal. Not only was she a trained and experienced elite soldier, she was also physically upgraded thanks to Cerberus. Her body strengthened, there were few things she couldn’t handle, and krogan falling on top of her was nothing.

Therefore, she didn’t suffer any damage, but instead just began liking the feeling of his ass and heavy balls on her. The weight was welcome, and so was the power dynamic that had already been established between them.

Wreav was the master, and she was the slave.

Wreav repeatedly urged her to move faster, and despite his weight, she moved quickly, and it didn’t take long before they arrived at his home. He removed himself from her back, and she felt both relieved and dejected as the weight lifted.

“You can stand up,” he grumbled, and Shepard kissed his feet as thanks before standing. Her legs and entire body shook from the strain of carrying a krogan for several miles, but that was pushed to the back of her mind when Wreav spoke to her.

“You must always follow my rules. Rule one: you always call me ‘master’.”

“Yes, master,” Shepard said, a tad breathless, and nodded.

“Good. Rule two: every time I come home, you kiss my feet and praise me and my body.”

“Yes, master,” Shepard repeated and licked her lips.

“Rule three is that your face is never higher than my cock or ass. That means you have to crawl around like a varren,” he said - as if this needed explaining - and grinned wide enough to bare his teeth.

Before she had time to agree, he continued listing his rules.

“Rule four: when I’m home, you follow me on all fours so you can smell my ass.”

The breath hitched in Shepard’s throat, and she nodded eagerly, her gaze darting down to his flaccid cock and four, massive balls.

“Rule five is that you’ll eat and drink out of varren bowls. You know that krogan cum and urine is very nutritious, yeah?” he asked and grinned again while touching himself.

“Now I sure do,” Shepard purred and winked to him.

“That’s a good slave. For the sixth rule, I order you to wear my underwear on your head when I’m not home. Use the holes for legs to see. I want you to smell me whenever you’re alone here."

“Yes, master,” she said without a moment’s hesitation. His dominant attitude was doing filthy things to her, not to mention the rules he was putting in place, and the fact that he didn’t ask if she understood or if she was okay with it, instead just taking it for granted.

Then again, she was but a slave, so what did her opinion on anything matter?

“Last rule is this; every day, you brush your teeth with my cock.”

Shepard nodded, already practically salivating.

Not that she was going to disagree, of course. She had explicitly stated that she was available for whatever he desired. Now it was time to fulfill her promise.

Wreav didn’t say anything further, but simply grabbed his cock and began stroking it. Her gaze was immediately drawn to it, and she licked her lips again.

It was huge, absolutely massive, and there was a small voice in the back of her head whining that it wouldn’t fit, that there was no way she could take all that cock despite her physical upgrades.

Shepard paid it no mind, instead obeyed his unspoken command of sucking him off.

Sinking to her knees, she crawled close and began sucking on his balls. He growled in pleasure and let his amazing, heavy cock slap her face as he let go of it, and Shepard moaned softly and closed her eyes to instead let her instincts guide her.

His balls were sweaty and grimy, and when she used her hands to squeeze two of them, she realized how heavy and full they were. Wreav must have so much cum for her!

The thought was dizzying and intoxicating, making Shepard lick and kiss his massive cock in appreciation and adoration with soft whines and quiet moans escaping her every now and then. Wreav, on the other hand, growled gruffly and grabbed the back of her head to press her face harder against his cock.

The message was clear, and she didn’t ignore it.

Taking his massive cock in her average-sized human mouth was a bit of a challenge, but she made it work, and it didn’t take long before saliva oozed down his thick shaft where it mixed with his delicious pre-cum.

Shepard was careful not to waste the precious droplets, popping off him with loud, wet sounds to lick it up.

“Had I known your mouth would be this good, I would have conquered you years ago,” Wreav snorted and groaned loudly when Shepard flicked her tongue over his glistening head. He bucked forward and, after commanding her to “Open wide”, shoved himself into her mouth again. It hurt her lips and jaws, but she would rather be damned than give up now.

With her own arousal sliding down her inner thighs in copious amounts, it was somewhat difficult to focus on the task at hand.

“Come on, put your back into it,”

Wreav growled and began thrusting in and out of her mouth, his thick shaft scraping over teeth and his round head pounding the back of her throat.

Shepard, who had little to no experience with blowing a krogan - or any non-human, for that matter - gagged and choked repeatedly, but Wreav didn’t let up. Instead, he fucked her mouth harder while groaning and cursing, his hands grabbing her face tightly to keep her in place. She felt her stomach churning and jumping, but she was determined to see this through and did her best to lick along the shaft and hollow out her cheeks when possible.

Tears welled up in her eyes from the rough treatment, yet she was painfully close to another orgasm, and she knew that she would never prefer being anywhere else than here, by his side.

“Are you ready?” he rumbled, and it didn’t pass Shepard by how his thrusts became erratic and and without rhythm, and she knew he was close. She attempted an affirmative moan, but with her mouth and throat full, it was impossible to make a sound.

“Of course you are, you’re a good little slave, aren’t you?” he continued and slammed into her mouth once, twice, three more times before emptying his many balls with a loud, guttural growl. He pulled her face flush against his crotch, and Shepard fought a futile battle in an attempt to pull back enough to breathe.

When he came, his delicious cum flooded her mouth and oozed into her throat, and there was so much of it that it spilled out of her mouth and ran down her chin and chest. With closed eyes, she didn’t see, but instead felt him withdraw, and seeing as he was still ejaculating, the rest of his enormous deposit of cum ended up on her face. It was warm and heavy, and it had an odd scent, as well as taste, that she couldn’t quite place.

Now that her mouth was free, Shepard moaned throatily and stuck out her tongue while reaching down a hand to touch herself.

“Don’t,” Wreav ordered, and Shepard froze and opened her eyes to look up at him. He had a nasty grin on his face, and it took her breath away. “Didn’t give ya permission to do that, did I?”

“N-No, Master,” she croaked and moved her hands to his balls, squeezing them and trying to coax out more cum.

“On your hands and knees,” he then growled, and when Shepard didn’t immediately move, Wreav pushed at her shoulder, and in her dazed state, it wasn’t difficult for him to manhandle her into the desired position.

Once she was on her hands and knees, Wreav came up behind her and, without preamble, slammed inside her, his three-fingered hands gripping her hips tightly. Shepard cried out in pleasure-laced pain, and her fingers curled against the floor as Wreav pounded into her over and over again.

“Fuck!” she screamed when the head of his cock crashed against her cervix. Wreav let out a gruff chuckle and kept up the brutal pace, fucking Shepard like his life was on the line.

“It hurts!” she whimpered.

“Not gonna stop,” he growled and leaned in over her, his weight pressing her upper body down. “Spread your legs.”

Shepard didn’t even think to hesitate or question the command, and immediately spread her legs, allowing Wreav to plunge deep into her time and time again, his cock bashing against her cervix with every thrust and making her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

How he was still rock-hard after having come so much, Shepard didn’t know, and she didn’t need to know. All she needed was to scream and cry, and that’s what she did - scream and cry out the pain gradually shifting into unimaginable pleasure that had her panting and moaning and rocking back into Wreav’s rough and merciless thrusts.

Eventually, greatly helped along by Shepard’s spasming muscles, Wreav came again, coating her insides in his highly potent krogan cum. He pushed so hard and deep into her that a good portion of his cum was shot straight into her womb, surely impregnating her despite their differences in DNA.

“Wreav!” Shepard shrieked and desperately ground back against him, seeking her own release. She was so close, painfully close, to the edge, she could already feel the pleasure building, and then--- there, there it was! She cried out his name again as her thighs quivered and her heart beat a million miles per hour. When her cunt spasmed and clenched, Wreav growled and pushed hard forward again, depositing another load deep in her womb.

He slapped her ass and pulled out. Shepard could feel his cum drip out of her, and a dazed smile appeared on her face.

“You’re mine,” he then growled before placing the head of his cock at her entrance. For a second, she wondered what he was up to, but then she felt an almost scalding hot liquid pouring into her cunt.

“Ass down.”

Obeying his command without a second thought, Shepard felt his urine clean out her cunt as both seeped out of her. She couldn’t help but moan - she had never found the idea of piss play hot or appealing, but with Wreav? With Wreav, it was definitely hot.

“Thank you, Master,” she whined, shuddering when she felt his urine and cum and her juices slide down her inner thighs in a filthy mixture.

He let out a pleased growl in response before moving to sit on her face. Here, he rubbed his scaly ass all over her nose and mouth, and his cock landed on her chest with a considerable thump and weight. He began sliding it back and forth between her breasts, and she immediately grabbed them, squeezing them together so there would be more friction for Wreav and thus would feel better.

Moaning and shivering, she couldn’t help but buck her pelvis in the same rhythm with which he thrust. It didn’t take long for him to come again, coating Shepard’s toned stomach in a thick layer of warm, potent cum.

“Thank you, Master.” A grunt was his only response.

During her time as an elite soldier, and in training to become said elite soldier, Shepard had suffered pain in various ways and to various degrees. She had been certain that nothing could be worse than what she had already been through.

Well, she had been wrong. So very wrong.

The pain of giving birth to their children was worse than what she had already been through. Luckily, it didn’t last long, but even before the first krogan baby had been pushed out, she was drenched in sweat. When the next krogan baby announced its arrival, she cried herself hoarse. As the third krogan baby’s head crowned, she feared she would pass out from the pain.

Wreav, who stood next to her, with a clawed hand on her shoulder for support, apparently saw his chance to help distract her.

“Here,” he growled, and when Shepard turned her head to look up at him through the tears, he shoved his cock into her mouth. Although she made a surprised sound, she happily took the distraction, sucking and licking his cock and balls the best she could as the fourth krogan baby fought its way out of her.

Luckily, that was the last baby, and Shepard sagged back against the wall. Wreav hadn’t given her permission to finish, though, and thus slapped her cheek to make her continue pleasing him.

He finished with a loud grunt and sent his cum down her throat, making her gag and choke.

“You did well.”

Shepard’s stomach fluttered, and she bowed her head in a submissive nod.