Chapter 3: Rising Action
The neon lights of the Citadel's underbelly flickered and danced, casting long, writhing shadows that seemed to mirror the pulsating desires of the creatures that inhabited this grimy playground. The air was thick with the scent of exotic chemicals, alien sweat, and the ever-present tang of ozone from the neon signs that buzzed and hummed like a thousand tiny, electric hearts.
Miranda, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm, slid down the wall, her legs too weak to support her any longer. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear, her lips parted as she panted.
"Fuck, Wrex," she breathed, her voice ragged. "I didn't know... I didn't think..."
Wrex let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. "You wanted to see what a Krogan could do, little human. I hope I didn't disappoint."
Miranda shook her head, her eyes wide.
"No, it wasn't disappointing," she whispered. "It was intense, exciting, and a bit terrifying."
Wrex smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "A true Krogan experience," he rumbled, reaching down to help her up. "You ready for round two? I still need to cum but you looked like you needed a minute to refocus those barriers."
Miranda hesitated for just a moment. "I'm not sure," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel that again but I'm not sure I can keep my barriers up."
Wrex's grin widened, and he lifted her up, slinging her over his shoulder with ease. Lets hope you're wrong. I'll try to be quick but your going to finish what you started.
Wrex braced her at a overlook with a view of the citadels arms below. "there. Now anyone with an optic can witness what a krogan can do. I hope you don't mind an audience." Miranda began to protest but lost nerve as wrex's cock plunged back inside her.
Her body reacted to him before she could even lift her lips to object. The familiar pulse of pleasure spread through her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into her.
"Yes, yes," she murmured, her voice thick with greed. "Fuck me, Wrex. Harder."
"harder? Ha ha ha...I literally haven't started yet." obliged, his thrusts growing harder and deeper. His hands gripped her shoulders slamming her down on his love spikes with a brutality that Miranda would have thought was an attack if she hadn't asked for it.
The pain of his rough thrusting quickly morphed into a pleasure that coursed through her like an electric current. With each movement of his hips, their bodies met with a sound that echoed through the citadel underbelly, a slapping sound of sex that would make her blush if she had time for such a human emotion. But at the moment she was too consumed by his animalistic mating to care.
Her head dropped back, and her eyes closed, as she allowed herself to be taken. To be claimed. To be fucked by an alien warrior.