Chapter 1: Introduction
Wrex slammed the stunned krogan to the ground in a single, powerful heave. Hetaeras clamored around him, their excitement growing and their horns reduced to bumps in their skulls. A roar went up as blood pooled beneath the fallen warrior, and Wrex strutted forward, his muscles rippling beneath his thick, green skin.
An outfit of polished leather clad his broad shoulders, and the folds of his waist-cloth swirled around his hips like a second skin.
Scars etched his body, like the tracks left behind by the eager hands of a thousand lovers, each one telling a story no tongue could convey. He glanced at the approaching figure and let out a quiet rumble, a vaguely human chuckle that sent waves of heat through the crowd.
Miranda Lawson strode towards him, her boots clicking against the gravel with an arrogant disregard for the adoring eyes following her every step.
Her raven-black hair hung in glossy tendrils, cascading down her back, and her lean, athletic form had a way of swaying and shifting that seemed to mesmerize anyone who laid eyes upon her. Her outfit was a bizarre juxtaposition of strength and vulnerability - a tight-fitting suit that accentuated her narrow waist and her curved hips, and a cloak that flowed behind her like a canopy of darkness against the citadel's neon lights.
The suit also seemed to highlight the impressive size of her breasts and sculpted ass. Her sunglasses concealed the glint of curiosity in her dark eyes, but it was unmistakable in her smirk as she stared up at him.
"Is that all there is to it, then?" she asked, her voice a silky caress against his eardrums.
"Or is the reputation of your people built solely on the strength of those brute limbs?"
Wrex smirked, a slow and deliberate lifting at the corner of his lips, and glanced at her again. "Do you doubt it?" he asked, his voice rumbling deep in his throat.
Miranda's eyes traced the ridges of his muscles with a clinical intensity, as if measuring them and judging their worthiness.
"I thought I'd see for myself," she said, her voice dripping with arrogance.
Wrex, seemingly unfazed by her tone, inclined his head in a slight nod. "Very well," he said, beckoning her towards him. "Come see if the reality lives up to the legend."
Miranda sauntered towards him, her hips swaying with a practiced grace. She stopped in front of Wrex, her face tilted upwards towards his, as if she was expecting him to do all the work.
Wrex raised his eyebrows at her, fighting the urge to grin at her presumption, and instead, leaned in close.
"I'll show you what a Krogan can do," he murmured near her ear, the words rumbling and low.
He felt her shiver, just a little, and couldn't tell if it was from anticipation or fear.
"When your games are over, and the fighting is done, there are other things that Krogans are known for." he whispered, watching as her eyes widened, ever so slightly.
"Wicked, playful, carnal things. You see, Krogans have legendary stamina. Not to mention our cocks are at least triple the size you used to."
He paused a beat, then continued, watching the change in her eyes as the meaning of his words sunk in.
"And when we have our pleasure, it's an all-consuming thing. The kind of pleasure that makes you scream for more, and leaves you feeling weak-kneed and gasping for air."
Miranda swallowed hard and held his gaze, determination still shining strong in her eyes. "Then prove it," she challenged, notching her chin upwards.
"You may end up regretting those words, little girl. I'm not usually into aliens but your confidence turns me on. And a horny krogan is a terrifying thing for a species as small and soft as yours. I may brake you in half!" Wrex warned her sincerely.
"you talk a lot for someone with your reputation action. I'm beginning to think your all bluster." Miranda taunted.
"oh you are defiantly going to regret that." wrex declared as stepped toward her.