Disclamier: Mass Effect is not mine and it is not my creation or my property. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit.

This story contains extreme violence, excessive profanity and very graphic sexual content, all of it interspecies erotica. If that's not your cup of tea, turn back now. Also this contains spoilers for Mass Effect 3 so if you if don't like spoilers then don't read.

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While I was working on The Ravaging of a Dh'oine I started playing Mass Effect again and got inspired. So I'm doing both fics now.

This fic is based roughly on the aftermath of Mass Effect 3. For those of you who don't play the Mass Effect series this fic won't make sense at all unless you played. So I decided to do a brief run down and condense a series of three video games into one lovely paragraph.

The game is mostly based on an intergalactic federation theme. Much like The Council in Star Wars. An ancient artificially intelligent machine race called Reapers are trying to destroy the galaxy. A war begins and different races have to ban together to defeat them. Shepard and her team reported directly to The Council and went on covert missions to stop the Reapers.

For fanfiction purposes, all races joined the fight and all members of the team are alive after the end battle with the Reapers.

* Once again this contains Mass Effect 3 Spoilers

Races mentioned:

Here's a link that will help. But this is really the only races you need to know for this fic if you haven't played:


The Asari: A race of blue aliens similar to Twi'leks in star wars. They are an all female race and only reproduce with other races, which help spread rumors of promiscuity. They live much longer than most species and well respected for their knowledge and beauty. They are considered "Janes of all trades". You'll find Asari that are pirates, strippers, prostitutes, soldiers and priestesses.

The Salarians: An intelligent highly advanced technologic race. Mostly comprised of scientists. They resemble a short of amphibian species and tend to speak quickly. So quickly they tend to speak in shortened sentences to get their point across.

The Krogan: A strong brutal warrior race resembling dinosaurs or Scarrans from Farscape. Their culture is a warrior system built upon a cast of clans and broods each ones proving they were better warriors. They have a high sense of pride and ruthlessness. The Korgan are the strongest allies in war but most feared during peace time. They usually are the best hired body guards and mercenaries during peace time. Everyone fears Krogans.

The Quarians: A humanoid race that always wears masks because it's difficult for them to find atmosphere that's breathable. They were exiled from their homeland by the Geth. They are good scientists but more gifted engineers and techs.

The Geth: A race of technologically advanced robots created by the Quarians. They uprose when the Quarians tried to destroy them for displaying intelligence and exiled the Quarians.

The Vorcha and the Batarians: Their physical appearance is hard to describe, the links above have pics of all the races. In any case, these two races are somewhat humanoid. They are usually comprised of mercenaries and slavers and usually hired by other more advanced races.

The Genophage: A biological weapon that the Salarians created causing infertility among the Korgan. Only 1 out of 1000 Korgan births survive. This was implemented after the Salarians used the Korgan for their battle prowess. Then the Korgan began to overpopulate and take over lesser worlds. At that point, the Genophage was created and for the last 1,000 years the Korgan are a slowly dying race.

Main Pairing: Shepard/Urdnot Wrex

I love Wrex because he's badass. He has great one-liners and if you're in a gunfight he's the motherfucker you want next you. The Krogans got screwed like they normally do, so pay back is a bitch. This is my ode to Urdnot Wrex and the Krogan Empire.

Justifiable Homicide

Chapter 1



Liara T'Soni was standing in the docking port hanger waiting to see a new shipment of upgraded pulse rifles with her assistant. Her assistant was an Asari as she was and stood directly beside her. Each one carried their own pulse pistol in case of trouble.

As the Shadow Broker, she had to deal in weapons to sell on the black market. Weapons were the second most important commodity to her business, classified information being the first. Usually she wouldn't come to such a lowly deal but the leader of the Blood Pack was going to be there and he was offering a new type of Salarian technology.

She only met with the leader during important circumstances and had done this before. The blue Asari clasped her hands together behind her back and waited for the mercenary leader. Their mercenary group were very good smugglers and hit men. As such, they were essential to her business.

The leader of the Blood Pack was a Krogan named Ganar Wrang and he was only accompanied by his next in command, a Vorcha named Gryll. Ganar Wrang and Gryll carried a heavy metal crate before Liara and dropped it in front of her.

This was normal and routine; Liara knew the men well. She instructed her assistant to open the crate but Gryll beat her two it. He walked forward and opened the crate. When Liara looked down at the weapons, she felt the cold steel of a pulse pistol against her temple.

Her Asari assistant pulled the trigger and then the world went black; Liara was dead before she hit ground.

The Asari assistant smiled at the Blood Pack leader, "I think I've had enough of taking orders from her! I want to be Shadow Broker as you promised. You said I was next!"

Gryll had moved behind her while she was talking to the Blood Pack Leader. The Asari assistant then jumped and she became immobile with fear. The Vorcha had placed a pulse rifle at the back of her bare head.

"Yes, you're next sweet thing.", the Vorcha hissed.

He then pulled the trigger and the young Asari's corpse fell to the ground; a black gaping hole in her forehead followed by grey puffs of smoke.

The Krogan smirked, "Well done, let's get what we came for and get out of here."

The Blood Pack Leader and his Vorcha right hand man left the bodies in the hanger to be easily discovered.

Elsewhere, a Salarian lie balled up on the ground. Three massive Krogan nearly filled the entire space of the small lab. A Krogan stepped forward and began to stomp on the Salarian's torso. The other two Krogan laughed as they heard the Salarian's thin cartilage snapping under 400 lbs. of pressure. The Salarian was too weak to fight; they had been torturing him for hours.

One of the Salarian's bulbous eyes was swollen shut, "Please, don't do this. We were friends, Wrex."

The Krogan looked down at him disdainfully, "Really? Friends? Is that why you gave my people a fake cure to the Genophage? Is that why you condemned my people to die of extinction?"

Wrex then kicked the small Salarian so hard he literally slid across the room. Wrex continued to rant, "Is that why you made me look like a fool in front of my people? I told them we were no longer cursed by that fucking plague you turned on us and it was all lies! The one Salarian I think I can trust turns out to be a slimy bastard like the rest of his kind."

Wrex then stomped over to the shivering Salarian, and grabbed him off the floor by his collar. The angry Krogan brought him up to eye level, "Look at you. Ready to piss yourself. How fucking disgusting. Where is she, Mordin? I know you didn't do it alone."

The Salarian shook his head back and forth, "Never tell. Never."

The vengeful Krogan smirked, revealing razor sharp teeth, "I was hoping you would say that."

Wrex then opened his hand, releasing Mordin who was dangling by his collar. He enjoyed the satisfying thud the small alien made when he hit the floor. Wrex then started jostling his shoulders back and forth, like a boxer getting amped up for a big fight.

"Me and my boys LOVE making Salarians talk. You're all just so….squishy, you bleed quicker than anyone else."

Wrex turned to his younger brood brother Wreav, "What should we use, little brother? I'll let you have the honor of choosing."

Wreav was his brood brother because they had the same mother, they were also a part of the same Clan. Verren, the other Krogan standing next to Wreav, was not his brood brother but shared the same Clan as he and Wreav. Verren was older than Wreav, but much younger than Wrex. Wreav gave the same toothy grin and pulled a long knife with serrated edges out of his boot. The edges were sharp and lethal.

Wrex cracked his younger brother on the side of his head playfully with his fist, "We aren't just from the same mother, we think alike too."

Wrex took the knife and walked over to Mordin who had crawled into a corner. Wrex walked over to him and got down on one knee. Mordin grabbed his massive hand when he reached to grab a hold of one spongy antenna shaped like a horn. Mordin was shaking; the Salarian knew how sensitive the appendages were.

"Please, don't!"

"Tell me where she is? You must have some data somewhere."

Mordin shook his head and tears came down his face. "No, won't talk. Won't ever talk."

"Suit yourself, Salarian."

Wrex leaned forward and began to cut the spongy antennae with the knife. The Salarian screamed and twisted in his grip, begging for mercy. Although the knife was sharp and the antenna was easily detached given its thin density, Wrex took his time.

His thick red and black hands were covered in Salarian blood. He then dangled the flesh in front of Mordin's one good eye before dropping it to the floor.

Mordin gritted his teeth, "You're a monster. You know that?"

Wrex smiled, "Thanks Salarian. I do try."

The Krogan leader then put the knife to his other antenna and pressed it into the soft squishy flesh. Mordin squirmed and kicked his feet in agony. Wrex got half way through the other antenna before Mordin gave in; the Salarian couldn't take it anymore.

"Please stop! I'll talk, I'll talk."

Wrex then pulled the knife away, "So talk Salarian!"

Mordin was tired and in pain. He took the opportunity to let his head rest against the wall behind him. He vaguely wondered how they had found him, he had been so careful.

Wrex was impatient, "Well?"

Mordin reached into his lab coat and pulled out a small square information drive."Here."

Wrex got up and walked over to the main computer console and accessed the information. A hologram of a data file flashed into the air and then a picture. Wrex read the information in haste and then stumbled backward in shock.

The Leader of the Krogan actually had to reach out to steady himself. He then looked at Mordin and then back at the file. He allowed himself to read the rest of the file and his shock was quickly replaced with rage.

Mordin threw his hands up defensively, "Listen Wrex. It had to be done. IT HAD TO!"

Wrex charged over to Mordin in a fit of Krogan rage and ripped the Samarian's torso in half with his bare hands in one pull. He then ripped the information drive from the computer console and wired Mordin's lab with a bomb. Wrex was not like other Krogan; he was intelligent and made sure not one shred of any research Mordin was doing survived.

Aria had settled back into Chora's Den. The Asari pirate was as beautiful as she was deadly. She had her head buried between her waitress's thighs. The waitress was a human named Jenna who was tired of making shitty tips and wanted to be a dancer. Aria didn't mind entertaining the thought but the human had to earn it first.

Aria buried her tongue between the folds of Jenna's bare pussy and licked and sucked the young human's pussy juices.

"Ahhhh Aria. You're amazing." Jenna chanted this breathlessly as she rubbed her boss's blue tendrils with her fingers.

Aria giggled and continued lapping between her thighs. She looked up the beautiful human who looked down at her with half lidded eyes and was about to close them when she did a double take behind Aria.

Jenna's eyes then widened with shock and fear at the mysterious scene behind her. Aria was no fool and skillfully reached for the pulse pistol under the couch cushion Jenna was sitting on; her face still full of Jenna's snatch.

Aria then turned quickly and shot first; asking questions was something she did later. Three Blue Suns members were behind her and shot one in the belly using the element of surprise. She then quickly flipped over the couch and heard them open fire.

Jenna screamed as she was hit by the pulse weapons fire and Aria took the opportunity to flee. Her tight naked body jiggled slightly as she ran across the room and returned fire before hitting a hidden button on the wall behind her.

A doorway opened up and Aria fell through the doorway. It slid shut quickly and she gave a sigh of relief after narrowly escaping with her life. Aria wondered where the hell her guards were and there was going to hell to pay.

The room was dark and she got to her feet, trying to decide whose head was going to roll first. Then a pulse rifle shot went off and a hole was blown in her side. She fell to the floor in agony and blue blood flowed through her fingers.

The doorway opened and the Blue Suns members from the other room joined the Eclipse members that had just ambushed her in the small panic room.

"You bastards! I'll make sure Jona Sederis skins you fuckers alive."

A Vorcha pulled out a pulse pistol and put it to her head, "No need to wait. She's here right now with the Justicar."

A Turian in Blue Suns armor then tossed Aria a sack. There were pieces of Jona and the Justicar inside.

The Turian who tossed the sack at Aria spoke while he kept a steady aim of his pulse rifle on her, "Speak all you want. You just have to piece them together first."

Aria gritted her teeth in anger, feeling weak from the wound in her side. Aria tried to force down her anger and tried to think. She was bleeding profusely and too wounded to use her biotics. There were too many mercenaries, there was nowhere to run. Her only hope was to cut a deal and exact revenge on a later date.

The Justicar was a powerful Asari with powerful biotics. She was a one woman police force, literally. Jona Sederis was a strong ruthless Asari who ruled the Eclipse mercenaries with an iron fist.

Whoever killed them was not only powerful and strong but calculating and methodical. For this kind of precise planning to go on without even her knowing was unheard of. Not even the Shadow Broker knew because she knew everything Liara T'Soni knew.

No way the mercenaries planned this on their own. Aria had to play her hand carefully.

"Listen maybe we can work out a deal."

The naked wounded Asari put on a fake smile and turned her body towards the Vorcha who had a charged pulse pistol at her head. She allowed her blue tits to jiggle slightly as she twisted toward him.

The Vorcha looked unmoved, "Sorry Queenie. It's a done deal. And I would let you suck me off first if I wasn't afraid you'd bite it off."

Aria's eyes widened as she looked up at the Vorcha before he shot her in the head and the other mercenaries opened fire on her with pulse rifles. The mercenaries then picked up the lifeless corpse and left the room. They would hide Aria's body along with the human whore she was tagging and send someone to clean the room as if none of this had ever happened.

After finishing off Mordin, Wrex, Wreav and Verren went to a spaceport on the planet Flett. Flett was a Vorcha planet ruled by the Blood Pack mercenary group. Civilians did not travel there and neither did the Citadel police.

Hell, not even the Spectres were stupid enough to travel there. It was a shit hole planet run by criminals and cut throats, people of the law had no friends there. Wrex had the right to lead his Krogan pack since he was the only Battlemaster left; a Krogan that could use powerful biotics.

Over time Wrex earned the leader ship of the Krogan and was the first Krogan to unite all Krogan clans under one banner. However he picked Wreav and Verren to accompany him because they battle ready, strong and they were all from the same Clan.

Wrex walked in the brothel on the spaceport with his Krogan cohorts and the Salarian behind the desk was instantly startled. Not a lot of Krogan made their way out here to Fleet. Hell, there weren't a lot of Krogan period due to the Genophage.

The waiting room in the spaceport brothel was small and had dingy metal walls. It was well lit showing the dirt and grime that had caked in the corners over time. A Vorcha and a Batarian served as body guards in the remote brothel; Wrex knew them both.

There was a long hallway with doors behind the Salarian, muffled moans traveled down the hallway and to the Krogan's sensitive ears. It was obvious the whores were "conducting business" there.

It had been 3 years since the Reaper wars and 3 years since he last served on the Normandy with Shepard. She had disappeared after the Reaper wars. When they fought the Reapers together, he had her face down ass up every day.

It was the perfect mix of comradery and fucking. He loved her strength but loved her body even more. Over time he began to bond with her and began to crave her affection. His attraction toward human women also began to strengthen.

Korgan society was very male chauvinist and females were prizes and commodities. There was something about human women that was so overly feminine. They were smaller than Krogan females and had overly exaggerated female parts.

Their tits, tiny waist, round asses and hips were all so exhilarating. And the smell of them when they were aroused was intoxicating. Their pussies were tighter than Asaris and over time he had gotten Wreav and Verren hooked on human pussy as well. All his clan brothers' experiences were with whores but human pussy was human pussy.

The Salarian tried to sound diplomatic with a tremor in his voice. "How may I help you today? We have some wonderful Asaris on tonight."

"We want females. Human females."

Wrex laughed inside, he didn't think a Salarian's eyes could get any bigger. Everyone wanted Asari females, everyone. Krogan always asked for Asaris, but Krogan and humans? It was unheard of.

"I don't think we can do that. Our human women are very small and have no experience with Krogan."

Wrex stepped forward, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the metal room.

Wrex's deep voice boomed, "Well we have experience with human females so no worries Salarian."

The Salarian looked behind him nervously, "But we only have three human females on call. If someone else comes after and their unable to perform-."

The Krogan Battlemaster cut him off, "If someone else comes after and they're unable perform then their unable. So you said you had three, that's all we need. If you can count Salarian, there's three of us. And I wouldn't get in our way, its been a while for all of us if you catch my meaning."

Wrex then slammed a heap of credits on the desk, making a dent in the metal, "So call them out here."

The Salarian gulped nervously, "I'll just take you back there myself. They're in the last three rooms; they're right next to each other."

The Salarian brought them down the hallway and knocked on the last three doors. Three pretty petite human females smiled at the Salarian and then looked behind him at the Krogans in shock.

They all had long hair, but they were all different. One was a red head with pale skin, the other was a blonde with tan skin and the other had black hair with brown skin. They were all very pretty but Wrex fancied the red head. It was a rare color to find among humans.

"Girls, these Krogan are in need of your…services."

Wrex was tired of the Salarian so he shoved him out of the way and pushed his way into the red head's room while Wreav and Verren did the same with the female closest to them. He could hear the Salarian yelling something at him, but he slammed the door in his face. Gods he hated the slimy fucks.

The room was small and had a small dresser for the minimal clothing she had to use in her profession. The bed was large and made of metal with soft cushions. It was obviously upholstered to withstand the weight of any race that had to "make use" of it.

The pretty red head had brown eyes and pale skin and she stared at him sheepishly. She twisted her hands together nervously; she was clearly frightened and didn't know what to make of him. Her eyelids were painted with a dark red eye shadow and her lips were painted a dark red color that was nearly black on her full lips.

Her long red hair was bone straight and went past her shoulders. She only wore a white robe that was sheer. The human was a rare beauty to find in these parts. She was obviously a slave. No human woman would be here by choice.

Wrex spent some time with humans on the Normandy; he knew how skittish they were.

"You're very pretty female. What do they call you?"

The red head was still nervous, "Glory."

Wrex quirked an eyebrow, "An interesting name."

He then began to remove his armor and clothing. The Leader of the Krogan was a 7 foot tall mountain of muscle from head to toe. His tough skin was shades of red and black and various scars adorned his body including his face. He flexed his muscles for the small female in hopes to impress her and subside her fear.

His hard cock was colored red like the rest of his skin but it was smooth and shiny compared to his leathery hide. It bobbed up and down when he freed from inside his armor. He had to tuck it under the armor that covered his stomach.

All Krogan did this, even soft their dicks were too big for cod pieces and it was too risky to place it down the armor on their thighs especially during battle. However when he was hard, his cock bent inside his armor and it hurt like hell.

His length was easily 12 inches long and 3 inches thick. His cock head was broad and bulbous and there were small smooth ridges that adorned the top length of his cock. They somewhat resembled the ridges on his massive Krogan forehead but far smoother and softer since their purpose was obviously not to hurt females.

He had four testicles like all Krogan did, they jokingly called it their "Quad" for obvious reasons. His balls were heavy and full of cum and they hung in a thick heavy sack under his cock.

He watched Glory stare at his size in awe and fear, "I've never had anyone that big!"

Wrex smiled, "Most women haven't."

The horny Krogan began to walk towards Glory and she continued to back away until her back hit the wall behind her. Wrex could see in her eyes that she felt trapped. He reached out his hands and undid Glory's robe. He could already see everything due to its sheer nature but he wanted to see her fully unclothed.

Wrex pulled the robe open and looked her up and down. He observed Glory's heaving C cup breasts that were perky and high. He preferred them bigger. They were only handfuls even by human standards but they were beautiful and flawless nonetheless. Not one blemish on them.

Her nipples were a dark pink color and were hard because of the room's cool temperature. Although she had no visible abs, her stomach was still very flat. Her pussy had a small strip of red pubic hair that was neatly trimmed. Wrex cringed in his head; he hated hair on females. Even Krogan women didn't have hair.

The Krogan leader dismissed his thoughts and concentrated on enjoying the moment. He reached his massive hands out and cupped her round buttocks. Wrex squeezed Glory's ass checks with his large hands and then lifted her off her feet while he cupped her ass.

Instinctively the shivering human female reached up and grabbed his forearms to steady herself. Wrex never took his eyes of her as he carried her to the bed and climbed on top of her. He used his arms to hold himself up, least he crush her.

His massive long erection protruded from his nether regions and was lying against the belly of the human female pinned beneath him. Wrex didn't want to ruin the girl but he didn't have a lot of time for foreplay.

He was on a tight schedule and did well to remind Wreav and Verren of the same thing before they had gotten there. As if on clockwork, Wrex heard the loud cries of the females in the adjacent rooms.

The rooms on either side were alive with heated female screams and heavy pounding noises as furniture moved from hard Krogan thrusting. He watched Glory's wide eyes stare at the wall above her bed as the loud banging against the metal wall increased, Verren was absolutely wrecking that girl.


The red head didn't seem to hear him. "GLORY!", he said louder.

Her brown eyes were full of tears, "Don't hurt me. I'm just a little thing!"

Wrex smirked, "I don't intend to female. But a little pain is unavoidable given my size. Where is your lube?"

Glory pointed to the dresser next to her with a shaky finger. He then felt her jump when rolled over, taking her with him and leaving her on top.

He motioned his large head toward the dresser, "Well go on, get it female. You'll need a lot of it."

The beautiful red head climbed off Wrex and crawled on her hands and knees across the large bed. When she got the edge of the bed, the dresser was right next to her. She reached over and opened the dresser to reveal an assortment of dozen oils and lubes.

Glory chose Forte Lube, it was a thick cushiony clear lube that was made specifically for females trying to take a male far too large for their size. She had been with many different races and never had to use it before.

It worked by allowing the female's vagina to expand to her lover's size without damaging her. She always thought the Salarian that created it was an idiot with too much time on his hands, now she was thankful he was such a genius.

Wrex watched the human female crawl back to him and his erection hadn't budged an inch. A loud bang came from the opposite room where Wreav was and then it was accompanied by female squeals, which made Glory jump.

Wrex was getting impatient and was getting frustrated that his clan members were waist deep in pussy and he hadn't even gotten to first base yet. However he didn't want to scare her, he found that you got the most out of human females if you let them pace themselves.

He came here to fuck, not to rape the girl. To most Krogan it was all the same, but he knew humans saw it differently. Wrex didn't feel like putting up with a female's bawling.

Glory lubed her hands up and then began to rub it down the massive length. The lube made the red skin on his shiny cock gleam and he enjoyed the feeling of the wet lubrication.

Wrex groaned in his throat as he felt her small well manicured fingers wrap around his thick throbbing organ and begin to jerk him off. Even with two hands it was difficult since her hands barely fit around his pole.

She began to jerk him off harder with all her strength and it only made Wrex groan. He enjoyed watching her eyes light up as heavy clear precum poured from his cockhead. Since he had four balls the pre cum was vast and it dripped from his head and poured down the girls fingers as she stroked him off.

When she jerked him upward, his red skin bunched upward as if squeezing the very cum from inside him.

"Gods that's good girl."

She smiled at him and began to work him up and down, squeezing his thick cock with all her might. Her tight grip served its purpose as she jerked him, his skin serving as friction while the lube made his cock slippery in the little hands, making it possible for her to jerk him faster.

Wrex needed her, "Enough Glory. Show me what you're made of."

Glory hesitantly climbed on top of Wrex and positioned her pussy over his wide cockhead, "I hope this lube does what it says."

Wrex quirked an eyebrow, "What are you talking about female?"

Glory shook her head dismissively and tried to sit on his cockhead. Wrex watched the female struggle to get the head inside her and he groaned in frustration as he felt her tight pussy trying to grip his cockhead but it wouldn't fit inside.

Wrex was frustrated and he was done being nice. He gripped the little female's tiny waist and pushed her down on his cockhead.

"Ahhhhhh", was the scream that erupted from her. She was sitting atop him, positioned over his cock with the head buried inside her.

"Oh Gods", she whined.

The Krogan loved feeling her tight cunt wrapped around his cockhead. He could already feel how tight she was and he loved it. Humans always had the tightest pussies around; he didn't know why other races hadn't figured that out yet.

Asaris were always skilled but loose and unsatisfying. They were a whore race that adjusted to any race that fucked them. But humans were always tight, like their bodies were fighting to maintain their tightness for human males and human males alone. He loved to break the poor things in and this female was nowhere near done with her plight.

Wrex then bucked his hips upward forcing the female to take a full six inches of his thick cock. She squealed and whined and she then fell forward. Propping her tiny pale hands on his massive red and black chest to steady herself, she squeezed her eyes shut and her head rolled to the side. Wrex watched her bite her lip through the long red hair that was tousled around her face.

"Uhhhh, Gods Krogan.", she screamed very loudly.

He had forced her to take the size of an average human male penis in one stroke and he was only half way in. Wrex chuckled at her expression of pain and awe, her eyes were still closed. Wrex was trying to force her down harder and she screamed loudly.

Her body fully leaned backward and twisted as if trying to escape him but Wrex gripped her tightly. Her pussy was so very, very tight. She was hot and wet from the lube and her pussy juices that her body automatically began to create. Wrex growled like an animal and allowing his predatory nature to take over.

Her pussy was like a hot vice grip, squeezing him hotly. Wrex bent his knees while he was still on his back to gain a position of leverage and pulled Glory down to his chest. He then wrapped his muscular arms around her back to keep her in place and began to buck his hips upward. Glory screamed and clawed him as he began to pound her little pussy with all his 12 inches.

Wrex whispered in her ear, "That's right little human. Give me that pussy."

Glory responded with more screams between feverish moans. Wrex felt her entire pussy wrapped around him and kept slamming her with his massive cock. He could feel his soft ridges on the top of his cock stroking her sweet spots.

He groaned as he felt her tight wet cunt fighting to accommodate his length as well as his huge girth. Glory's body began shaking as she was being thoroughly fucked by the biggest cock she ever had in her life.

Wrex could feel the end of the sweet pussy with his cockhead but he slammed her deep anyway making her squeal with every thrust. Her tight pussy was squeezing his thick cock so hard it almost hurt as he reveled in how her tight hot pussy tried to milk his dick. Wrex fucked her hard and fast, but was mindful of his Krogan strength.

"Ohhhh fuck, ohhhh fuck. Fuck me Krogan! Ahhhhh Gods, that's a big COCK. Hhhmmmmm."

Wrex released her from his grip and was surprised when she got up and positioned her hands on the wall behind her bed and began to ride him. Wrex wrapped his hands around her waist and began to push her back onto his long cock at a steady fast rhythm.

Wrex watched in awe as her sweet pussy continuously took all 12 of his red monster cock. He could see her pale human pussy stretched to the brink around his 3 inch girth and the girl whined as she was forced down again to take his impossible appendage.

Her pussy juice slid down the ridges on his cock in streams and mixed with his thick clear precum.

"Yeah, yeah fuck me. Ohhh Gods fuck this tight human cunt. Love those fucking ridges."

Wrex was surprised by the filth that came out of the girl's mouth, even for a prostitute. But then again, he had that effect on all women he fucked.

She then began to pound the wall with hands and move her hips at a feverish pace trying to meet his hard thrusts and get every inch of him inside her while riding the ridges that rubbed her g-spot to orgasm.

She was rocking back and forth on his massive Krogan cock when Wrex forced her down one last time and forced her take the entire 12 inches and his soft ridges rubbed her g-spot again. It sent her into orgasm and she began to shake wildly and her already tight pussy began to twitch and constrict him.

Wrex continued you to fuck her while she came, battering her g-spot harder with his ridges. She came again screaming at the top of her lungs and thrashing about. Wrex had to hold her down to keep her steady and continued to fuck her.

Wrex watched her eyes roll back in her head and her cumming pussy milked his cock harder making him cum. Wrex growled in his chest loudly and held her down fully on his long thick cock as he filled her up.

Wrex continued to groan as he came in Glory. He closed his eyes as he felt the euphoria of release as he emptied all four balls of thick Krogan cum into her pussy. Glory squealed from the geyser-like pressure and Wrex watched cum spill from around her pussy when it could no longer accommodate anymore.

Wrex then rolled over and slipped out of her. She groaned painfully and it made a wet sucking sound as he did so. His long cock was now soft but it still hung between his legs, caked with pussy juice and cum.

Glory lay on the bed, panting loudly, her legs spread open while her pussy was gaping from the cold hard fucking only a huge Krogan dick can give. Thick white Krogan cum poured from her gaping pussy. Wrex smiled at the beautiful sight and went to clean himself up.

When he emerged from Glory's room fully armored and suited up, his pulse rifle on his back, Wreav and Verren were standing outside the room waiting for him. They all had shit eating grins on their faces.

"Took you long enough. Thought we had a schedule.", Wreav said.

"We do whelp and we're still on schedule, so don't ruin my good mood if you know what's good for you.", Wrex replied.

The Salarian came down the halfway accompanied by the two guards Wrex had seen earlier. Wrex rolled his eyes; Salarians always had to start shit. He didn't come to make dead bodies, but he would if he had to.

"That was an awful lot of noise you three made. The girls had better alive."

Wrex took offense and pointed a large finger in the Salarian's face, "We came to fuck Salarian like anyone else here. Krogan warriors have better things to do than gut women in backwater whorehouses."

"Excuse me.", the Salarian said quickly.

Then the slimy brothel owner began to nervously squeeze through him and his cohorts so he could check on the girls. Wrex and his clan brothers were crowding the hall and wouldn't do him the courtesy of stepping out of his way.

Wrex was hoping something was out of place so he would have a reason to kill the Salarian. But when the brothel owner looked in the rooms, the girls were getting cleaned up. Glory even stuck her head out and assured the Salarian she was fine before looking at him and blushing hotly. Then she and the other girls shut their doors.

The Salarian nodded and walked up to Wrex who towered over him, "The girls are fine, but they can't have anymore clients tonight. I'm going to have to ask for….compensation."

Wreav shoved past Wrex before the Battlemaster could speak and walked up to the Salarian.

"I've got it right here!"

Wreav then balled up his fist and punched the Salarian in the gut with all his strength. Apparently he wasn't the only one annoyed by the greasy brothel owner. The Salarian literally flew up into the air because of the sheer force of the punch before gravity brought him crashing down to the floor.

Wrex and Verren looked at each other before they burst out laughing. The Salarian began to sputter and cough up blood and it sounded like he was having trouble breathing. The Salarian then coughed up a lung and began to curl up on the floor. Wreav had ruptured something. It was obvious he was going to die.

Wrex, Wreav and Verren turned to the Batarian and the Vorcha that were serving as body guards behind them. Wrex knew them both and as such they knew his reputation.

"You can step aside the easy way or the hard way. Take your pick boys. We're down for either."

The Vorcha smirked, "Look we're not crazy enough to take on three Krogan after a fuck fest."

Wrex laughed loudly and passed the Vorcha and the Batarian some credits.

"Make the body disappear. And we were never here. Make sure the girls don't talk."

The Batarian waved his hand dismissively, "No worries. The girls are either slaves or don't have galaxy visas to work elsewhere. They know when to keep their mouths shut when people come asking around."

Wrex believed the Batarian, they were excellent slavers and traffickers. If he said their girls would talk, then they wouldn't.

The three Krogans left the brothel and were walking to the spaceport hanger where their ship was docked.

"Not like I'm complaining, but why did we come here first?", Verren asked.

"Because I need a clear head where we're going. I think we all needed to blow off some steam after Mordin."

Wreav brought his hands up and then punched his fist into the palm of his hand, "That slimy bastard had it coming."

Verren agreed, "Yeah, but it would have been more fun to keep him alive a little longer."

Wrex nodded, "Yes. But we didn't have time." When they got to their ship, they piled in and took off.