Chapter 4: Climax
The neon-lit parks of the Citadel's underbelly shimmered in a riot of color as Wrex reached his climax, each spurt felt like a blast from a shotgun, and she felt each of the four krogan testicles empty inside of her, one after the other. Her body felt like it was being stretched beyond anything she had experienced before, each thrust of Wrex's hips sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
As he pulled out of her, Miranda collapsed onto the gravel path, her body spent and sated.
She lay there, legs splayed open, gasping for breath, crying out as she felt his seed pooling inside her. Not bad human, I've definitely had less enjoyable breeding encounters. Lucky for you it's unlikely that you can accept my seed. Pity. I wouldn't mind using you as a brood sow.
But I doubt you could handle the process. Your body would be torn apart from the inside out, your bones snapping like twigs as the spawn inside you grew at an alarming rate.
Miranda let out a strangled cry, her breath hitching in her throat as she stared up at Wrex in horror. She had never considered the fact that his potent seed could actually impregnate her. The thought of carrying a krogan's child was terrifying.
She knew that krogan pregnancies were notoriously difficult for any species, and human females had a particularly low survival rate for such a feat.
"What have I done?" she whispered, staring up at Wrex in shock and dismay.
Wrex looked down at her, his expression unreadable. He didn't say anything for a long moment, as if weighing his options. Finally, he spoke.
"You wanted to know what a krogan could do, Miranda.
Now you'll find out," Wrex said, his thick, gravelly voice low and laced with a hint of malevolence. Miranda's eyes widened, the realization dawning on her with a sickening sinking feeling in her stomach.
"I-I didn't realize... What have I done?" Miranda stuttered, her voice rising in panic.
Wrex looked at her coldly, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"You've done exactly what I wanted you to do. don't worry you'll probably have at least a month to work on your barriers but I recommend finding a good doctor that specializes in Human...I've heard Cerberus is hiring. They may help."
Wrex handed her a small silver pendant, engraved with strange symbols that Miranda recognized as Krogan script. "Wear this pendant at all times, and you'll be able to communicate with me. You may need my help with the pregnancy, and I may want to check on my future offspring."
Miranda reached out and took the pendant, her fingers shaking as she tightened the chain around her neck.
"Thank you," she murmured, looking up at Wrex with gratitude. "I...I don't know what I would have done without you.
Silly human. I might be a good fuck but you really should see a doctor. Your lucky your carrying my spawn or I might take advantage of your weakened state. After all emptying your quad can generate a powerful hunger.
I might take a few bites of grilled batarian for breakfast. Miranda frowned at Wrex's off-handed comment but couldn't deny the stirring of arousal at the thought of being at his mercy. She couldn't explain why the thought of his teeth tearing into her flesh turned her on. She shook her head, trying to clear the wayward thoughts.
"I can't believe I let you do that to me," she muttered under her breath, more to herself than Wrex. But he heard her, anyway.
"Who would've guessed a human could handle that much?" Wrex said, his gruff voice full of amusement and admiration as he watched Miranda catch her breath. "You handled it well, considering. Still, I can't imagine the pain of carrying a krogan's child."
Miranda swallowed hard, the reality of her actions settling in. "What now?" she asked, meeting Wrex's gaze, her eyes wide with uncertainty.
"I told you, you're going to carry my child," Wrex said simply. "there isn't much that can stop that. Even the genophage only lower krogan fertility ad it mostly affect krogan women. I'm afraid you don't stand a chance, but if you'd rather be a snack than a mother..." Wrex trailed off. He had no intent to eats her...well maybe just a nibble.
The thought made Miranda shiver, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of Wrex's lovemaking. The notion of being consumed by him was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she couldn't deny that it stirred something deep within her. She knew she should be scared, but a part of her was thrilled to have experienced something so primal and intense.
"I'll have to take a rain check on the dinner date. I need to get back to my ship and talk with the doctor," Miranda said, her voice wavering slightly. "God I know it's insane to say something so morbid but if the pregnancy is too much for my body...i want you to eat me. The thought of being inside you... I understand why Men like having their cum swallowed..."
Wrex cocked an eyebrow at her. "Interesting proposition, but not exactly what I had in mind for a second date."
Miranda glared at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I can't believe I just said that."
Wrex chuckled. "I'm just surprised. Such requests are common among krogan... I've never heard of a non-krogan making such a request. I think I'll honor your request if it comes to that. I think you are strong enough to survive, but I must admit you do look quite...tasty."
Miranda wouldn't allow him the satisfaction of knowing of her growing arousal. "another time perhaps.
For now, I need to get back to my ship. I want to talk to the doctor about this pregnancy," Miranda said, her voice faltering slightly as she tried to keep the panic at bay.
Wrex looked at her searchingly, his expression inscrutable, but his eyes betrayed a hint of concern, something Wrex wasn't used to showing to anyone. "I know this is a lot to take in. I'll be here if you need me.