Normandy Aborted

It was suspicious to say the least. All seven females of the Normandy crew falling pregnant within the span of two weeks, even Miranda, who rumour had it was infertile. Wrex had indelicately brought that up during the announcement and she had admitted it was an implant. However none of the girls admitted to planning it in concert. The one girl he would've expected to give him the truth, Jack, so famously uncouth and lacking in tact, he couldn't ask. Having destroyed her organs during an anal rape session with his oversized krogan cock, he very well didn't know how to contact her ghost.

The first incident happened two months later. Their bellies had begun to swell, and all seemed to take pleasure in outfits that left their midriffs exposed. That and the pregnancy pheromones were driving him wild, he'd torn the onahole Liara had synthesized for him to satisfy these very needs, but he was too scared to be alone in the same room with her at this point, uncertain he could control himself. As a secondary relief, he'd taken to cumming in the woman's lockers and beds, none had complained about it yet, but he was certain they knew it to be him.

Today he set out to do the same, but when he cracked the door a wave of steam made his heart leap. Sweet humming floated towards his ears, drawing him onwards. Alarm bells rang dimly in the back of his mind, giving the feeling of watching a slow motion ship collision. Peeking around the corner into the public shower he laid eyes on Ashley showering alone. She's facing the wall letting the water massage her face. Steam billows around the room as she lathers her chest and back and Wrex has an excellent view of her toned ass. Fumbling with his pants he slides them off before his growing erection can tear or stain them, and the clatter of his belt buckle landing on the tile draws the platoon commander's attention.

"Wrex! I didn't hear you come in," Ashley says, "You're here to shower too?" Her jiggling ass draws him into the shower as she turns away to continue her own. "I always like to shower after target practice, all the smoke and gunpowder really gets me gritty and uncomforta-"

She cuts off as he looms behind her and prods her ass with his hardening cock. She spins to face this invasion of her personal space. Giving her no more chance to react he grabs her by the throat and slams her against the tile wall. His throbbing cock jumps upwards, nestling on the slight curve of her newly pregnant tummy.

"Wrex…" she gasps around his grip.

He can only shrug from behind the haze of arousal, "Wrong place…. wrong time," he grunts, pulling back and lowering his rod towards her pussy.

"My baby…" She lays a hand protectively on her stomach.

"Haha, why do you think I'm so hard?" he teases.

Ashley shoots him a savage smile, "Should've killed you… back at Saren's base," she spits.

Wrex roars over the memory of the lost cure to the genophage, destroyed on Sheppard's order. He had managed to swallow his emotions then, but her words reopened the tender wound. Swiftly, he grabs the head of his member and presses it to Ashley's hole beneath her trimmed black pubes. It feels already wet, but he passes that off on the shower's doing. Thrusting forward, the resistance lifts Ashley off the wall before his flared tip pulls her lips apart. Moaning obscenely, she grabs onto the hand at her throat, trying to ease the tension on her neck, but otherwise doesn't resist at all, even spreading her legs for him a little. Her lack of resistance should have been his first clue, but his arousal and her vulnerability makes him act without thinking. The conqueror's impulse, Sheppard had called it. With Ashley's hole stretched tight around his head, he can't muster one straight thought. With a rough thrust upwards he crashes into her cervix gate making her utter a wail that echoes off the shower walls.

A bestial groan comes from her lips as her cervix caves and he enters her womb. Wrex can feel it on the tip of his cock, the small gritty nub of a growing child pinned against the rear of her womb. Ashley knows it too, and she watches him with bleary eyes as he savours the moment. Slowly increasing the pressure, he feels the tiny lump of cells ground into nothing.

Suddenly he yanks out, letting her precious fluids drain from her body. He keeps her pinned helpless against the wall as they both watch the flood of blood and birth fluids circle down the drain.

"You should be happy I'm doing this in here, less mess," Wrex jokes sadistically.

"Satisfied yet you beast?" she forces out, the corner of her mouth curls up and her eyes stare defiantly into his own, knowing the answer.

"Do you see any cum going down the drain?"

"Just don't go any dee- gurk!" He cuts off her protest with a squeeze of his fist and wanders a finger to test her gaping cunt. Ashley moans wantonly as he digs into her g-spot and flushes embarrassed.

"Doesn't look like you're satisfied either," he smirks and lines himself back up. In one push he sinks all the way in as he was before, then the fun begins. He lets go of her neck, moving a hand to either of her shoulders and before she can open her mouth pushes her down onto his cock. The skin of her back squeaks against the tile as he gradually then suddenly tears through the back of her womb. Desperately moaning, all she can do is push her hands out and try to reach his groin to try and fend off the assault, but his cock is too long and he's still out of reach. By the time she'll be able to reach him it will be far too late.

The warmth and wetness of her insides make him grunt in joy, for too long he'd had himself convinced that Liara's creations were close enough to the real thing but they couldn't hold a candle to Ashley's squelching innards.

"You're so warm," he croons to her stricken face. Ashley can't focus on anything, her eyes half rolled back into their sockets as she groans loudly in a full body orgasm, convulsing mindlessly in his grip.. A little deeper inside and he can feel her diaphragm pushing against his cock in time with her breath. In curiosity, he thrusts forward and watches in glee and her gasps cease and eyes grow wide in panic. Relishing her discomfort, he thrusts in and out, making sure to stop pressed tight to her diaphragm. Something warm and soft wraps around his waist and he smiles devlishly at the girl as she weakly tries to get her legs into the air to wrap around his waist. As deep as he is, he's still not to the hilt, but with only eight inches left to go it seems like she wants to make the final sprint herself.

Pausing to see how far she's willing to go, he pulls back from her diaphragm to give her a few breaths for strength. With concerted effort, she moves her impaled body into position, finally locking her heels around his spine. Then, huffing and puffing and firing herself up, she tenses her legs and to his shock pulls her body back down against him. The feeling of her legs tensing around him and her fatal desire for his seed make him moan huskily and she smiles cutely at the validation of her efforts. It pays off, she quickly reaches her previous limit, and her breath cuts off as his head settles against her diaphragm once more. But she lacks the strength to push through, having lost a lot of blood she's too weak to fully commit her own destruction. Mustering all her remaining strength she pries open her eyes and stares upward at her destroyer with pathetic need, mouth agape like a fish as her breaths refuse to come.

Keeping his eyes locked with her, he gradually increases his pressure on her shoulders, sinking her lower and lower. With a grand and final thrust he blows through into her lung cavity just as her lips turn blue. Ashley's head lolls to the side but she smiles briefly, proud of her accomplishment as she cums hard a second time on his giant cock, milking an orgasm from Wrex in turn.

Wrex loses himself as he tips over the edge and he rapidly picks up pace, slamming violently punctuated by roars as he tries to drive his pleasure to its highest peak inside the fading girl. Blood spews out around his member and from her mouth from the rough plunging and he finishes hilt deep inside her, blowing his load near the top of her rib cage. With his first burst, her legs fall limp and slip from his waist.

Moaning gratefully he pants, winding down, the raven haired space marine's corpse stays standing, held up by his cock alone.

Deeply satisfied, Wrex tosses his former crewmates body aside and commandeers her running shower, Girl was right about one thing, Wrex thinks, It sure is nice to wash off the grittiness!

***

It was a month after the Ashley incident when his lack of self control reared its ugly head once more. Samara had come to him with some tripe about justice, someone had been stealing from her. Try as he might, she wouldn't admit what exactly, only to request that he stay the night in her cabin promising a reward worth the wait.

So, just after midnight he was settling down in the corner of Samara's cabin a short while after lights out. Samara dimmed the lights before stripping off her jumpsuit, but Wrex's beastial eyes had enough night vision to make out her silhouetted athletic form sporting a smooth belly bump. Being alone in a room with a naked woman brings back the shower memories and his cock stirs. Samara however, scares him much more than Ashley did, as Wrex isn't sure she won't just tear him apart with her biotic powers. Trying to follow human norms, he settles with a covert wank hoping that Samara doesn't have night vision as well.

The cloth of his pajamas rustle quietly as he pushes them down and frees his cock. Softly, he slides one hand up and down its length, trying to be subtle. Samara rolls over, surprising him, but after a few minutes of slow breathing Wrex feels safe enough to continue. He savours the thrill of the clandestine fapping thinking of Ashley's final moments and the confused crew members the day after. "Anyone know what happened to Ashley? She was found dead in the showers leaking internal organs from her pussy with a smile on her face." A few eyes had looked straight to Wrex, namely Shepard and Liara, but he had assuaged their suspicions easily, almost too easily.

Did they know? He stifled a groan at the thought, rubbing himself faster now. He could've sworn Liara had winked at him. Lost in his fantasy he didn't notice how much precum he was leaking or how much louder it made his strokes in the silence of the cabin.

"Got you!" A voice suddenly yells out in the room, shocking Wrex from his stupor as the light flicks on. Kasumi stands red handed and half naked at the foot of the bed before a cross and completely naked Samara, wearing nothing but bra and panties with a comparable baby bump to Samara's own. In the thief's hands is a shockingly massive dildo which can't be much smaller than Wrex's cock.

"Oh shit," are the only words Kasumi can get out as she lays eyes on Wrex's throbbing rod before Samara seizes her around the neck with her powers and bends her face first into the bedspread.

"Ah, I can see why Ashley would spend three hours in the shower to contrive a 'run-in', I'm glad you're fired up and ready," Samara says. "Justice is its own reward, bestow it upon this wayward girl." Her declaration is accompanied by a tentacle of blue power pushing Kasumi's panties down around her thighs, leaving her raised ass exposed for his taking.

Wrex takes a menacing move forward and steps on the dropped dildo. "Is this yours?" he asks, marvelling at the size.

Samara nods shamelessly, "This little bitch has been 'borrowing' it for the last few weeks ever since the Ashley incident, thinking I wouldn't notice her human stink on it. Maybe if she wasn't so disrespectful and decided to wash it I could have forgiven her, but her arrogance must be paid for."

"Uh, is there any limit to this justice?" Wrex asks uncertainly. Never before has he discussed his fatal mating habits with his crew mates, although his reputation seems to precede him.

"Destroy her," Samara drawls, and Kasumi cranes her neck back to look at him, pleading panic in her eyes "You are the instrument of my justice. I take no prisoners. And if you still harbour doubts, well, she was training for you in the first place." Surging with arousal, he was over the small thief and pressed against her wet entrance before he knew it.

"Shut up Samara!" Kasumi hisses, struggling against her bonds, making her captor bark with laughter.

Wrex doesn't need to hear another word, with one giant hand wrapped around the small of her back he forces himself inside, drawing a quavering moan from the girl. Her training is evident, the first six inches sink in easily enough, making his eyebrows raise. Samara's right though, she hasn't been training for long, and the rest of her pussy resists him same as Ashley's did, and she whines in pain as he presses hard against her cervix.

"Now, teach her child the sins of its mother!" Samara commands and with a roar Wrex obeys, crushing her against the bed as he plows moaning into her womb. Kasumi's hole flexes tightly around her attacker as he wrings every last drop of juice from her insides. Moaning in one long piteous drag she cums as he smashes her unborn into slurry with his violent thrusts. He can feel her leaking heavily down the underside of his nuts but it's too dark in the bedroom to see if it's blood or honey, not that it matters.

"Please…" Kasumi gasps weakly, "Harder." Wrex roars again with glee and steps forward crouching to rest his knees against the bed on either side of the poor girl below him, slamming forward with all his leverage. Kasumi's breath is forced out of lungs with a rough grunt as he comes to a stop against her diaphragm, tenting it into her lungs. He decides to continue the experiment he'd started with Ashley a step further. Thrusting into her with alacrity he makes sure to keep her lungs intact. Each thrust forces the wind from her lungs, taking all control of her breath from the small thief, leaving only the option of what pitch or tone to moan in. Between her rhythmic moans and the righteous blue woman stoking him onwards it doesn't take long to cum and he does pressed tight against her diaphragm. Struggling for breath that will not come, Kasumi writhes beneath him as he sprays jet after jet against the base of her lungs, like a hot tub water jet. He holds himself in place, savouring the feeling of her insides milking as they milk every last drop from his cock. She convulses from lack of oxygen, cumming one last time as she dies in the laps of her two persecutors.

Gasping, Wrex falls back onto the floors, dragging Kasumi's body with him. It would be a comical sight if it weren't so erotic, the small thief's torso stood upwards, as if she were still alive and riding his cock, except her arms and legs hang limp at her sides, head lolled on it's perch, staring blankly at Samara. Grabbing her by the neck, he pulls the girl's corpse off his still hard cock and tosses her ragdoll into the corner.

When his eyes regain focus Samara is rubbing herself with legs spread, on top of the covers and giving him a wanton look that makes his cock throb anew.

"That is my dildo of course…" she hints, "I know I could take you on. Why don't you try it?" Her eyes flash blue as he clambers onto the bed, his weight making the springs creak horribly, and she smiles eagerly in anticipation.

"Don't say you weren't warned," Wrex growls as Kasumi's body cools on the floor tiles. Still dripping with cum and gore he crawls on top of Samara and she guides him to her entrance. The blue sadist is absolutely dripping, and he slides in easily. The pair moan in unison as he sinks halfway in one go, and starts thrusting rabidly.

Would she truly survive this? He wonders in the back of his mind. The thought of really mating with someone like he used to in the korgan hive makes him nostalgic for the old days and he slips into his previous life. Roaring, completely unhinged, he slams into Samara's athletic form beneath him, rutting her like an animal and crashing the bed frame repeatedly against the wall. Her face contorts in pleasure as she desperately tries to keep up, hand digging into her clit as she supplements her own pleasure. With the other she holds her midsection, and he can see blue biotic glowing inside her belly. Is this how she manages it? Some kind of protective biotic?

He wants to see if he can break it, and presses in with all his might, making her scream and spasm around his massive cock. Samara's jaw goes slack as she cums, but her glowing hand doesn't move from her belly as he sinks to the hilt. He can feel her insides stretching around him, not tearing, and marvels at her bravery. But he really wants to teach her a lesson.

Pulling out until just his flared head is left inside, he slams all the way back in to the hilt. With every thrust he can see his cock tenting her belly, forcing her to arch her back and scream mindlessly in pleasure. He sets a brutal pace, thrusting in all the way each time, and she cums multiple times before he paints her insides white.

It's early in the morning once they finish, and he holds her in his arms as they drift off to sleep with Kasumi's crumpled corpse forgotten in the corner.

"I can't believe I did it," Samara says softly.

"Me neither."

***

"What's the point of all these tests anyways?" Wrex asks impatiently, sitting on a medical bed that creaks under his weight.

"For your health, we need to make sure we all stay in top condition," Miranda lectures, not looking away from the computer screen. "These are standard tests all crew members undergo, the fact that you're not already familiar with them is a bad sign."

He crosses his arms in frustration. "A krogan's only medical test is whether he can still succeed in battle, when he gets too weak he dies. That's it." Wrex growls with finality.

"Well ok Mr. Man, I bet you'll change your tune after this last one," Miranda smirks, swaggering across the room towards the bed. She's 4 ½ months along, and her belly is exposed by an oval cutout in her white jumpsuit. Apparently she liked her usual garb so much but couldn't find a maternity version so she just cut a hole herself. Even with him sitting on the bed their eyes are level as she stands before him, and she reaches out to cup his groin.

"Oh," Wrex grunts.

"I'm gonna need a sperm sample," Miranda says in a sultry voice, making him swell instantly in surprise.

"What for?" he asks.

"So many questions for the woman grabbing your cock, why not enjoy yourself?" she purrs, undoing his pants.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he groans as her soft skin touches his member. Miranda says nothing, instead she smirks and rolls her eyes before setting to her medically required task with both hands.

After a few minutes she has him moaning and oozing a steady stream of precum onto her hands, spreading it across the surface of his long member as her pace picks up. Palms squelching wetly, Wrex feels his pleasure build before levelling off from the limited stimulation her small hands can cover at once.

"This isn't going to work," he complains.

Miranda blushes at his straightforwardness and her fingers squeeze tighter against his rod. Refusing to be beaten by such a primal appendage she redoubles her efforts and he sees sweat beading down the curve of her pregnant belly, leaking out from beneath her otherwise sealed jumpsuit. His girth is so large she can barely wrap both hands around it but she manages to knit the ends of her fingers together to form one tight hole with both hands that she rams all the way down his cock. A few minutes of this with only the cursory groan from Wrex and she stoops even lower, venturing to lick at his flared head. His musk fills her mouth and nose as she desperately tries to push the massive krogan over the edge. Wrex grows bored quickly, and she pauses when he utters a threatening growl from deep in his chest.

"Come on, just a little more," Miranda pleads, "This sample is important!"

"I'm not even close princess, you're just going to chafe me if you keep this up."

"Fuck!" she mutters, her hands falling away defeated, "Well no matter, I'm not letting you leave here until I get a sperm sample." Silence falls, his cock throbbing in the air between them, and the obvious solution floats around Wrex's mind. He stands up from the medical bed, its springs creaking in relief as he dismounts, and towers over the genetically engineered pregnant waif in front of him. Growling, he grabs her and throws her onto her back across the medical bed and tears her jumpsuit away from her groin, exposing her smooth snatch already weeping beads of arousal.

"Let's try it my way," he says, sliding his member between her legs and up the curve of her belly. She shivers beneath him, trying to maintain control and barely concealed lust.

"Just, wait…" she breathes, "Fine. But you have to promise to collect the sperm sample yourself, it's important." The implication is clear, she knows she won't be able to collect it herself. Was this her plan? Contrive some reason to get him horny and then play innocent? A growl rumbles deep within as he slides back to position himself against her tight entrance.

"I want to hear you pro- ahh!" she cries out as he presses into her labia. After a few fruitless attempts, he seizes a scalpel from a tray nearby.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Miranda asks, her view obscured by her belly.

"Making some room," Wrex says.

"That's a state of the art upgrade made of elastic rubber."

"Yah, stale rubber," he sneers, slicing through her taint making two holes into one before she has time to be insulted.

"Aah!" Miranda cries, kicking her legs too weakly to signal real protest to his impromptu surgery.

"You're in no position to make demands, princess," he taunts, realigning his rod and this time sliding easily into the entrance, but tearing her insides from the word go. The pregnant slut cries out for real this time, digging her nails into his hand on her belly. All she can do is hold on for dear life as he rocks back and forth, thrusting a little deeper each time as he slowly excavates her innards.

"If you survive you'll have all the sperm you'll ever need," he says as he punches into her womb and feels the pregnancy fluids begin to leak out around his cock.

"How could you expect me to survive this asshole," Miranda manages to say in a rush before she dissolves back into helpless moaning from his angry cock stirring up her womb.

"I don't know, but you practically begged for this," Wrex shoots back, not giving an inch, now focusing on fully breaking her. Miranda's mouth opens again, with fire in her eyes, as if she's about to say something, but all that comes is a long quavering wail as she cums around the giant cock battering down the back of her womb.

She's gasping hard now, hyperventilating, "Please… I've had enough…"

Wrex cuts her off with a roar and grabs her jaw in one hand. "That's enough out of you, snuff slut," and crushes her jaw in three places. Miranda's presence of mind is shattered and finally she stops glaring at him, and, pleased with how her jaw hangs askew below her rolled back eyes, he lets himself loose on her tiny frame.

The medical bed creaks violently with every thrust, his long cock levering her upwards forcibly arching her back as she's lifted bodily from the bed. Her arms lay spread eagle at her sides and blood drips from her broken mouth. The only sounds she can manage now are gurgling moans as he sinks ever deeper, excavating her insides in so brutal a manner she could never have prepared herself mentally even after years of effort.

A rise in her pitch is the only visible signal of her final orgasm, and he can feel her spasm weakly around his base and roars as he's finally pushed over the edge, blasting deep inside his faux doctorine. With a satisfied groan he pulls himself free and steadies himself on shaky legs, watching hers dangle limply off the side of the bed and the gush of fluid, blood, and viscera come from between all over the floor.

"Ssssp- ssp-" she spits weakly, drawing his attention. He gets up and grabs a handful of her hair, lifting her head up.

"Spit it out," he commands.

"Sssp- Saaamp-" her words fail around her useless jaw, tongue the only useful thing left, but he catches her drift and laughs in her face.

"I'm not your fucking assistant," he sneers as her face goes slack in his hands and she expires in his grasp.

***

6 months in…

The day is quiet, the mood: lazy, as if it was raining outside with nothing to do but sit inside. It's not raining of course, they're on a spaceship and the team is on rest duty due to the majority of them entering the third trimester. After working out to avoid the boredom Wrex heads to the rec room to relax. Samara and Tali are already there, seated on the couch watching a rerun of tomorrow's news. He sits down on the close end of the three seat couch and his weight sinks the neighbouring cushion down tipping Samara over into his lap. Giggling awkwardly she puts her hand on his lap to push herself up, letting her touch linger, and their eyes locks before she glances off bashfully, trying to focus on the tv.

Wrex tries to unwind with the mindless entertainment of glorified human suffering but is annoyed by the sentimentality, lots of sob stories with too little actual bloodshed. He also can't ignore the two swollen women beside him. Tali is noticeably larger than Samara, apparently carrying twins, and consequently her pheromones are that much stronger. Samara's tits have grown more though and jiggle wonderfully with every shift of her body. Both the women's scents mingle in the room and in no time he's tapping his foot, shifting restlessly as his cock swells to a half-chub, stretching down his pant leg.

After a few desperate sighs trying to calm his pounding heart Samara's attention is drawn and she guffaws at the sad sight of his struggling trousers. Samara's teasing scorn catches Tali's attention as well and the two titter together at his expense.

"I never realized it was that big," Tali chimes softly through her mask.

"It feels even bigger, let me tell you," Samara hints, smiling.

"You- What? Inside?!" The quarian's one word questions are answered by demure nods from Samara, and Wrex sideyes the fertile teenie in the purple breathing suit as she squirms at the thought of his member stretching her dangerously wide. He assumes she already knows what he did to Ashley and Kasumi… and Miranda. All three have been dead for months after all.

"I don't think she believes me," Samara says, looking up at Wrex with heavy lidded eyes as she rubs a hand up and down his thigh. He hesitates, unsure if her implication is serious and feeling a bit like a show pony if so, but the hand moving up his thigh to his belt buckle decides for him.

"By my honour and justice, I won't let some quarian besmirch my honesty," Samara says as if reciting her words from memory, "I'll prove it you little doubting whore." Wrex grumbles in discontent at her words but she mistakes it for lust and smiles wryly at her own sexual prowess.

His pants are extremely tight around his thigh because of his throbbing rod, so she ends up on her knees on the couch, bent over his lap pushing his pants down with her back against his midsection for leverage. It works well, except when she frees his cock it snaps upwards like a whip catching her in the face, which knocks her back and blackens her eye. Tali laughs hysterically at her disoriented crewmate but Wrex doesn't miss her hand between her legs.

The blue magistrate of justice gets to work slobbering down the side of his cock when he doesn't make any move to initiate. A tense ball of annoyance has lodged in the base of his stomach at her expectation of a performance for her girlfriend, as if he were a trained animal. She'd taken his dick once with a parlour trick after satisfying him with Kasumi's body, nothing more.

Cooing, she sucks up and down the sides of his dick, leaking copious amounts of saliva all around. It's so excessive that it betrays her nerves about taking him without lube, the thought of which makes him even harder, which both girls think is due to Samara's skill. Coldly testing her limits, he grabs the back of her head and takes control, starting slow but quickly upping the tempo until he's throwing her face up and down his length. Her body follows helplessly, each downstroke bouncing her belly against the cushions and crushing her baby against her organs uncomfortably, forcing the air from her lungs in a moaned 'uuh!'s

He wasn't this rough last time, Samara thinks, causing a bolt of anxiety as she wonders, Can my biotic handle this?

Wrex grows bored toying with Samara, he's eased his frustration at this point, and decides to get the show on the road. Drawing himself up, he pushes her back across the couch, her head landing on Tali's lap. Samara barely has time to start her biotic protection before he slides himself inside thanks to all her spit down the sides of his cock. She whines, embarrassed at his commandeering of her performance with a simple minded boytoy for her friend , but she has no chance to escape. Wrex doesn't hold back, crushing forwards to the hilt, and even with her biotic she's winded by each thrust.

Tali watches Samara's eyes fuzz over from pleasure as Wrex sets a relentless pace. Fire burns in his eyes at the Asari milf splayed beneath him, her heavy tits bounce with every deep thrust as she grips the couch desperately, it being her only contact with a reality she's quickly forgetting. Her entire world dissolves around her into a singularly giant krogan dick.

It feels so good, his violence fills her with a rush of endorphins making her head swim. He was going hard on her, was this how Kasumi had felt? Her current pleasure amplified by the pain of internal destruction, how much better would that be? Oh, but Tali would laugh and never believe she had taken his entire rod the first time. That didn't matter though, all that mattered was her pleasure.

Samara's thoughts dance with death as she cums, spasming around the massive rod. Her boytoy doesn't even slow down, and a few minutes later she's right back where she started, sunk deep into fantasy.

All it would take is one movement, one decision, just pull your hand away from your belly, and your wildest desires will be satisfied. Good enough to die for? It was good enough for her crewmates, longer serving and more experienced marines than herself, who'd told many stories of varied sexual forays with foreign life forms. They'd all agreed, they'd never seen a girl moan like Jack did that fateful night Wrex had destroyed her.

Wrex's rising grunts break through her thoughts and his pace grows erratic. Now is the time! Her last chance. She'd taken him at his worst and her biotic had held, it had to be her choice, her action that made it happen… Tension shoots down her arm and she digs fingers into her belly as she tries to pull her arm away and seal her fate. But try as she might, she can't, and all the anticipation she's built up comes out in a gush around Wrex's cock as she writhes in utter safety. All that's left is to make the big boy cum.

He's throbbing inside her, getting closer, when she cums. The glorious tension on her face fades along with the glint of fatal determination. Even with his krogan brain he can read her thoughts, and he judges her severely for backing out. She really was just going to use him like a show pony, all to demonstrate her bottomless trick pussy, and later she would trot him around and brag to her friends that she could take him no problem, rendering him nothing more than a joke. His frustration from earlier flairs back to lif and he grabs the hand on her belly.

His move shatters the self satisfied pleasure on her face, and, in fear she tries to plead.

"Nonono, wait!" Samara cries, trying to pull her hand free without breaking the biotic flow. Tali gasps, hunching over her belly as she cums realizing at his clear and deadly intent. To no avail, the snobby Justicar can do nothing to assuage his ego now but die, and he yanks her arm away, grinding against her hips as he bottoms out in orgasm.

All at once, her insides snap back into place and tear around his giant member while he spurts inside her torso. Samara's still trying to squirm her way out, but with her biotic severed, all she can do is flail her head like a child, wiggle her hips, and kick her legs high in the air. Her voice goes hoarse and fails, reduced to useless babbles as her life is drained through internal bleeding. Wrex holds himself inside as he finishes cumming, and her belly swels to equal Tali's two for one special. With a final grunt he slides out, and Samara's ruined hole gushes onto the couch cushion.

"I'm not your pet," Wrex growls, stalking out of the room with his cock still hanging out.

Samara can't believe it, it was better than she'd imagined, completely worth it, even better against her will. A contented smile grows on her blue face as she lays weakly in Tali's lap, who reaches down to feel her brutalized groin. Ruined. The last thing she sees is Tali, her smooth monolith mask of a face gazing down, and the gentle rocking and moaning as the quarian girl cums to the passing of her friend and crewmate.

***

The hot confines of her pussy feel so good the edge comes quickly. Tali's fogged mask intrigues him and he palms her face and squeezes, trying to pull the cover off. With a crack, her helmet starts to cave and she reaches up mindlessly to combat the building pressure on her skull. But her strength is nothing compared to the beast mounting her, and all she can do is moan helplessly in orgasm as he uses his grip to try and yank the mask off. He pulls her head violently to the side, bending her neck with uncomfortable pops but it doesn't give. Using the second hand as leverage against her neck he tries again.

"No, no ,,nnoooooo-gark!" Tali's protest is cut off in an instant as he succeeds in separating the mask from her body, only problem being that her head comes along with it. Annoyed, he drops the disembodied head to the table and cums in her expiring body with a roar as blood gushes from her neck amid convulsive death throes.

Throwing his head back in orgasm he hears Tali moan again. Glancing down at the corpse in shock he remembers the other women. It's actually Liara, legs stretched wide and feet up on the boardroom table openly masturbating to the sight of Tali's body ballooning with his load. As he pumps the last of his nut into the shattered quarian a glob bubbles out her neck at the other end.

Shepard's still somehow stone faced, if a little flushed, as she walks around to her former crewmate. Pulling a little plastic container from her pocket, she scoops a bit of his cum from the generous flow and caps it.

"Now, was that so hard… Grughead?" She asks, her voice wavering.

***

After Tali's demise, Liara follows him around constantly for an entire week, acting like they've been best friends for years. Chattering about old missions, fantasizing openly about the time they all got captured by the collectors and used as brood slaves, even stories he's never heard before, like the mutilated soldiers Liara saw suffer at the hands of the Reaper's.

Tali left him deeply satisfied however, it was the same after all the other's. Without Liara's provocations he might have gone months, which would have left her safe and untouched all the way to her due date. However all it took was a week of close contact and snuggling on the rec room couch to wash away his zen like state, stoking the fires of unchecked lust and aggression.

On the seventh day he was watching TV in the rec room and Liara's head lay in his lap. Her fingers trace lazily up and down his thighs and it telegraphs through the fabric to lightly tease his dormant cock.

"Are you going to do me like you did her?" she finally asks, not moving from his lap. It's the first time she's brought it up, previously choosing to talk only in innuendo's.

"Why do you ask?" Wrex grumbles.

"Honestly, I thought you were smarter than that grughead." she titters. With a grumble he lays a hand on her head, closing his fingers around the fleshy swept back tentacles of 'hair'. His large grip palms her skull easily, and he squeezes her carelessly, eliciting a slight moan.

Swelling beneath her, she slips a hand between her legs, openly starting to masturbate at her own peril.

It's not right, he tries to control himself. Refusing to be led along like a dumb bull in the arena he stands suddenly, pushing Liara off of him. Desperate to escape the vixen's pull he stalks off towards the gym to work out his pent up lust.

The gym is busy. Not much action lately, so many have taken up weights to replace the lack of strenuous combat. He gets two sets in at the bench press, clearing 600lbs without a gasp and no spotter before she hunts him down.

Liara surprises him, closing a hand around his tip through the pants just as he finishes the set. Grunting and dropping the bar into place he sits up angrily and seizes the blue skinned milf by the throat.

She smiles devilishly as he pulls her in close and bares his teeth inches from her face. Her expression is one of wanton desire, and she licks her lips at his challenge. That's when he notices her state of dress. The asari had shed her clothes between the rec room and gym, standing naked in his grasp. Milk swollen tits rest perkily atop her belly, and honey glistens in a trail down her thigh. Her body holds the attention of everyone around, and all movement has ceased. The heavy panting of the desperate blue fuckpuppet fills his ears, shattering all self control and sealing Liara's fate.

Pulling himself to his feet he tosses Liara down on the bench and tears the clothes from his own body with a roar. Those closest step back involuntarily, yet find themselves unable to look away. Set free, his cock stands ready, casting a shadow over her blue belly.

"You've no idea what you're in for," Wrex taunts, grabbing a weight vest and filling it with 300lbs. Vest in one hand and his suicidally willing prize in the other he moves to the pull down machine, chasing away a cute blonde marine blushing deeply at his swinging dick. On the floor he sets the vest for later and scoops the blue slut into his arms. She's positioned just above his cock but it takes both hands to hold her upright and her belly blocks his view of her slit. Not a problem though, as Liara reaches down without hesitation, lining him up to her dripping box with shaking hands.

His toy moans loudly as his head slips inside. She must have been in cahoots with Samara from the start, an Asari sisterhood or something, because it's clear she's been preparing for a while. So slick and ready he sinks to her cervix without damaging a hair on her mound. Her victorious smile rankles him, and desperate to deny any reason for pride he pulls out suddenly.

"Your ass bitch," he commands.

To his dismay, Liara responds without missing a beat, and he almost goes into shock when she takes him, impossibly, even easier and deeper in her rear tunnel. Resolute glory shines on the whore's face, and drives Wrex wild.

Angrily he dumps her back onto the pull bar seat making her yelp. She's still wallowing in pride when he clamps down on her shoulder. Grinding his teeth he gradually pulls her left arm, straining the ball joint. Liara grimaces at the pain, the wounded look in her eyes is what he's been waiting for. All at once he uses his strength and pop, crack, and tear separates her limb with brute strength.

"Aaaaaah!" Liara groans, but he doesn't miss it: A cold calculating look of manipulative lust as her other arm slips down between her legs.

"Oh no I don't think so," Wrex says, and in seconds tears her right arm off as well. Liara whines and frowns, handling the pain surprisingly well with her blue skin flushed deep purple in deepest arousal.

"Please, fuck me," she begs, grinding helplessly on the machine's bench.

"I'm not your toy," Wrex growls.

"No, I'm yours." Which makes him sneer. If true then why would he take orders from her? Without another word he picks her up and lays her face down on the bench, ass in the air. She laughs, thinking she's won and wiggling her ass when something presses against her pussy. Cooing in victory she pushes back against it, ignoring the odd shape and just happy for the stimulation. From her angle, top heavy and unable to move from her position it takes a minute to realize just what he's shoving up her pussy. Her own arm.

He has to hold the limp fingers together to slip them past her entrance but after that all it takes is steady pressure. Inch after inch Liara's severed arm sinks into her snatch, stretching her steadily wider as it nears the elbow. Two inches before the elbow it butts into her cervix, making her yelp as the dead fist grinds into the sensitive entrance of her womb, a young life waiting on the other side.

"Wooooah," Liara cries as he hammers in the final stretch of forearm and crumples her hand against her cervix. She's still gasping when she feels the second hand press into her ass. Practice she may have lots of, but never both at once! There was only ever supposed to be one Wrex but the second insertion makes her moan greedily. The two limbs bump and grind against each other through her inner walls, sharing space in the tight gap of her pelvis. Wrex's cock drips precum as she moans beneath him, pushing back desperately to get her arm further inside her ass. The wild flexing of her pussy is slowly working the other arm backwards, but as her ass takes an elbow he slams the other back into her pussy.

The finished stuffing sends her over the edge. Her feet scramble uselessly against the rubber matting on the gym floor, waving the arms hanging from her crotch back and forth to the amusement of her crewmates. One side of her face is covered in blue blood, leaking constantly from her shoulders and creating a puddle around her upper chest, but none of that matters as she's consumed by pleasure, honey running in rivulets down the arms stretching her wide.

Holes still twitching wildly, Wrex hoists her up and seats her back on the pull down bench. She's so overwhelmed her legs don't work so she sags helplessly (and gladly) down onto her severed arms, forcing them back in fully with her own body weight. Liara's head lolls blindly to the side while Wrex fumbles with the weight vest he'd prepared earlier. He drapes it over her shoulders and binds it together at the neck. Her belly is too big for it, so it hangs open at the bottom down either side of the curve. His only regret is it covers her tits, but it's a sacrifice he's willing to make.

When he sets the full 300lbs weight in her shoulder it forces a desperate whimper from Liara's lips. The arms press deeper than ever before, and she can feel the fist in her pussy force her cervix inwards, bending it dangerously back and stretching the plug thin. It feels so close to breaking that she grinds against the bench in a surge of inadvisable risk while Wrex continues his setup.

He's not surprised at her submissive actions. Liara had always shown herself to be an open and courageous person, willing to live up to her own words. She'd said a lot this last week, and was proving it in spades right now. Her eyes were sealed shut, surfing the planes of pleasure and pain. It was almost a pity she didn't fight back, but regardless, she was something special.

Wrex sets the pull down weight to 150lbs which seems to be a good middle ground. Then, pulling the bar down easily he lowers it behind Liara's neck and with a grunt bends the steel under her jaw so that it forms a ring. When he lets go the weight sinks back down pulling Liara straight upright and straining her neck. Muffled groans come from between clamped teeth as the bar holds her jaw shut.

"Say something clever now," Wrex taunts, and she finally opens her eyes, flashing him a challenging glare. Pushing her challenge further, she continues to grind against the bench, fisting both her holes relentlessly.

His cock is so hard at this point he can't wait another second. It strains and bounces and drips a constant stream of precum, already forming a puddle at his feet over the last few minutes.

"Did you really want this so bad?" he asks the helpless whore. Liara gives him a wounded look and nods vigorously.

"Well then I hope you appreciateI all this effort I put in." It feels strangely satisfying when she smiles and nods again. Spit bubbles from her lips as she laughs happily through her clamped jaw.

Reaching down he cups her belly in his hands, feeling across the smooth taut blue skin and watching goosebumps form. He sets both thumbs against her bellybutton and looks back into her eyes.

"You'll love this next part," he whispers, baring his teeth. Her eyes roll back as he drives his thumbs forward. All that time she'd been riding her arms, working her way back up to orgasm. When he digs in her whole body spasms, her legs kick and her torso rocks back and forth held upright by the makeshift steel collar at her neck. Deeper he digs drawing screams from her teeth. Her survival instinct kicks in as she's finally unable to handle the stimulation, not that she has any chance at this point. The sudden desperation reminds him of the simpler joys with the other woman, and he treasures the spectrum of lust Liara has demonstrated. But finally, the time for his pleasure comes.

Blue blood dribbles from her bellybutton as the skin tears and his thumbs push through. One knuckle deep and he pulls sideways, stretching her open to accept him. Liara's struggles don't stop until he relents, and she pants out of breath while he lines his cock to her belly. Her eyes are stretched wide in rabid excitement for what's coming and it makes him laugh.

"I knew you were special!" he cries without elaborating. Liara tears her eyes from his cock and looks up at him, begging silently as he pushes forward. It only makes him harder and he sighs as his head slips into her bellybutton. Immediately he meets the membrane of her womb, stretched taut with birth fluids.

In one thrust he tears through and pins the little form against Liara's spine. Her eyes roll back into her skull as fluid sprays out around his cock and down into the asari's lap. When he pulls back the baby sinks away but it's not his target so he repositions to thrust upwards. Finally, his cock is inserted somewhere she didn't want. That pride, that joy, that denigration of his girth when she took him so easily in both holes. Such confidence that he had to shatter. She hadn't understood, it wasn't their pleasure that had brought him down on his crewmates, but their helpless pain. Absolute domination, only demonstrated by forcing something upon them. Liara had impressed him, which was why she deserved extra care.

All this thunders through his skull as he fucks her womb and stomach. Thrusting powerfully but not so deeply, wishing to extend her suffering as long as possible. His constant pounding rocks her hips back and forth, grinding the arms inside her. Her cervix strains against the fist and finally breaks, and she cums again feeling it squeeze through her gate.

It's all quiet in the gym except for them. No one has left, more have actually arrived, but all watch quietly. The wet schlicking of his cock in her bellybutton, the savage panting through clamped teeth from the poor woman as blood and spit foam around her lips. Wrex doesn't notice any of it, fixated single mindedly on his target.

Too much blood has been lost from her arms, from her belly, too much shock to her holes. Fog clouds her eyes, dampening her awareness but causing the ecstatic pain and fear to grow as her imagination takes over. She begs for death without words.

Wrex feels his orgasm coming and grabs onto her shoulder. Harder and harder he begins to ram upwards into her torso, crushing her lungs and inching towards her heart. He reams into her, pressing her shoulders harder down into the bench, driving the arms yet ever deeper, trying to reach the edge before Liara fades to black. Driving himself hard, he lets out a deafening roar and pulls back to the tip and slams in. With a final stroke he crushes her innards completely and pushes all the way to her throat which bulges obscenely from the bottom.

Air from her lungs is plugged at the throat by his cock when Liara dies, and escapes from around his base at her bellybutton. A slow moaning sigh heard by everyone in the room. It peters out as Wrex starts to cum and he fires ropes up her throat and into her mouth. Groaning in ultimate satisfaction he watches as it leaks between the small gaps of her teeth and drips out her nose. Squeezing through faster as he pumps her skull full of baby batter.

He stays like that for a few minutes, simply staring into Liara's dead eyes, still amazed by his former crewmate. If only he had a thousand just like her. If she hadn't chased him so aggressively he would've gotten at least one more. The thought of Liara encouraging her aborted daughter towards the same fate threatens to set him off again and he jerks around looking for the cute blonde from earlier.

Over a hundred people stare at him and he forgets the blonde in surprise. Somewhat sheepishly, but maintaining a stone face, he withdraws from Liara's corpse. Cum flows from the gaping hole in her belly, and she remains suspended on the pull down bench. Wrex idles toward the nearest crewmate with a towel, and jerks it forms their grasp as they shrink away, laughing derisively as he towels the gore from his body. With a wink and a jerk of his head towards the mutilated beauty he sets off, leaving his desperate lover to the wolves.

***

"That was…overly elaborate," Shepard says dryly after pausing the gym surveillance footage.

"You wouldn't feel that way if she'd been pestering you all week," Wrex counters.

"She pestered me for the last nine months," Shepard answers, and Wrex sees the shadow of a smirk behind those granite eyes.

The ship had been in an uproar, everyone was talking about his actions in the gym and Liara's undeniable willingness. Before then his habits had been a well kept secret between the female officers, but now it was known down to the boodle boys. Women made eyes at him, men asked his advice. None of it had been what he expected. Over the last two weeks there had been three public copycats with enthusiastic participants and scores more private killings. They'd had to return early to the Citadel from patrol duty due to a crew shortage, which all reflected poorly on Shepard's record.

Which was why Wrex was here. Shepard had ordered him to her cabin, it being the only private place where they could openly discuss events and decide appropriate punishments.

"Now I was hoping I could ignore your recent actions but you seem to have sparked quite a fervour which now demands a response. I've had contact with Citadel Command and we've reached a compromise." Wrex shifts uncomfortably at attention before his commander, uneasy about what his punishment might entail. It would not be a shock if his violence was returned to him tenfold by government decree. Resigned, he hangs his head and braces for the pronouncement.

"You are to be promoted captain, starting immediately. I am henceforth removed from command and placed in your custody pending disciplinary action." Shepard states this all in her customary tough girl tone as if she wasn't stripping herself of all her honour and pride in that moment.

"Huh?" Wrex says, stunned at the turn of events.

"I am to be reprimanded for allowing an effective rebellion within the ranks and for the fomenting of lascivious and sinful conduct. Your actions have spread through the crew like wildfire and it's too late to put a bottle on it. High command is in damage control because of you and it's starting to look like you've singlehandedly catalysed an entire cultural shift with a single thrust of your cock. After cost-benefit analysis, Command is willing to run with it."

"So, I'm the captain now?" Wrex questions, still in shock.

"That's correct."

"And.. I'm to reprimand you? That doesn't seem right."

"Those are your first orders, and just because the navy's in damage control doesn't mean they aren't looking for any excuse to court martial you."

"Well I guess I can lock you in the brig for a few weeks," Wrex muses.

"No. Under no circumstances am I allowed to continue serving under the banner of star fleet, nor anywhere else."

"Nowhere else… so, it's an execution then," he says, feigning lament. Excitement lances throughed his core at those words now imbued with his Captain's power.

"Those are the orders… sir," Shepard adds, blushing.

"This seems wrong, my actions aren't your fault."

"Oh, but they are," Shepard looks away, embarrassed, "I planned the whole thing with Liara from the start, the other girls weren't hard to convince once we showed them the footage of you and Jack. All Liara had to do was collect your semen from Jack's corpse and modify it for each of our genomes." The weight of Shepard's confession hits him like a truck. Planned, from the beginning?

"But Jack wasn't pregnant when I did her?"

"Liara's idea, she predicted pregnancy pheromones would effect your developed sense of smell quite highly."

"Wait, wait a minute. You were all pregnant by me ?"

"Uh huh. Don't you see how much you've changed things? Your command will be a major pivot going forward, the biggest shift in core values the navy has ever seen. I can't remain in charge for that, we need fresh leadership."

Wrex narrows his eyes, his disgraced captain's mind finally presenting itself to him. "You just want to be fucked like the rest of them."

His words crack Shepards mask, making her sputter, "No… I'm… a failure… deserve… punishment ." The lust dripping from the last word affirms his suspicions and he lashes out, grabbing her by the hair. He smiles when she gasps needily, letting herself be yanked towards him. Shepard submits passively as he smells her hair, nose mashed into her scalp.

A little while later he's set up for Shepard's punishment. Camera's criss-cross the angles of his disgraced master's cabin, providing glorious shots of the spread eagle woman on the bed. He'd cuffed her arms and legs to the corners of the mattress, forcing her to lay uncomfortably on her back, the third trimester baby pressing down on her guts. Her tits were swollen with milk and pierced with thick steel loops suspended from the ceiling. The loops have just enough slack that she only has to push her chest upwards a little to relieve the pressure, but short enough that she can't sink down limp. Milk and blood weep from the penetrations where the steel loops have been stabbed through flesh. While Wrex goes over his planned announcement he watches honey leak from Shepard's slit onto the bed sheet, a constant flow since she was shackled.

Wrex clears his throat and gestures to his new assistant, the petite blonde named Cara who'd looked so scared in the gym he hadn't been able to forget her. She links the video to the ship's mainframe and broadcasts his face to every screen on board.

"Good evening, you know me. As of today I am taking command of the Normandy mark whatever version we're on. Now I'm sure you're all aware of the actions that brought me here, although maybe not exactly why. Truth be told there was someone else behind the scenes laying bait at my feet." On queue, Cara swaps the feed to show Shepard's naked body. A gorgeous profile shot highlighting the size of her tits and belly.

"At the orders of High command," he continues, "Our previous Captain must now undergo disciplinary action to make amends for what she herself instigated under her own watch. Namely: Me." Wrex smiles toothily into the lens. The feed switches back to Shepard, a close up on her snatch, the angle and lighting carefully considered to highlight her arousal.

"How was that?" Wrex asks quietly, "I tried to copy your commanding tone."

"It was great," Shepard affirms, "but just be yourself." She tries for a reassuring smile, but the adrenaline coursing through her body renders it a strained grimace.

"I'm about to," Wrex retorts, stripping his uniform and clambering onto the bed. The large krogan straddles her thigh, reaching forward to toy with her lips. Arousal strings between his fingers and he stretches it high in the air for the cameras. All work on the ship has halted, all eyes watch Wrex, all hands in pants (he assumes). At the lightest brush his claws catch on her labia, stretching them out and snapping them back. It gets boring quickly and he moves on to meatier prospects.

Starting with a single finger he wiggles it inside Shepard's shockingly tight hole.

"You haven't practiced a bit," he comments.

"That would defeat the point," she counters, glancing at the cameras..

His finger equals a man's cock, and he has no trouble stimulating her defenseless passage. Occasionally he curls his finger inwards, dragging his claw across her G-spot and making her moan and jerk against her bonds. Each time Shepard comes close to losing herself to his touch the loops on tits pull taut, forcing her to maintain concentration and keep her chest pushed out nicely.

Once he has her panting he steps it up a notch. Two fingers, then three, he skips the forth, opting for a full fist. It's a slow insertion, Wrex wants to savour his grand prize, and Shepard moans heartily, all picked up by the cameras as his knuckles stretch her cunt to the limit before her gaping hole closes warmly around him. Onwards he pushes, sinking almost to the elbow when his first presses against her cervix. Remaining there a while simply enjoying the warmth of his former commander's insides, he wonders why he hadn't tried this with the other girls.

Not allowing the pregnant red-head to catch her breath though he yanks back suddenly, dragging rough skin over every scrap of pussy. Halting before his fist comes free, he pulls just hard enough that her snug ring pulls visibly from her pelvis, proof of just how tight she's holding him for her subordinates. Then back in, all the way to the cervical wall and back. A slow pace made unbearable by his size.

"OooohOOoOooh," Shepard vents, trying to keep the steel loops from tearing through his nipples as she gradually loses control of her limbs. Her toes curl in tightly and thighs shake against the bed. Constantly moaning she peaks to an almost scream each time he jabs her cervix.

She's right where he wants her. Slapping a hand down on her shiny belly for theatrics, he digs fingers into her navel to steady his captive lover. Body immobilized, he cranks his pace up to 11 and starts blasting his fist in and out of her hole. Shepard's so stretched and wet at this point he's able to slip free on each withdrawal, and float easily back inside with each thrust. The lips of her hole dangle loose in those small instances, her pleasure clenching and twitching the rim pathetically for the camera.

Higher and higher Shepard's pitched moans ascend until, flailing madly, she clenches her teeth and pulls her bonds with all her might as every muscle seizes in orgasm. Amid her spasming her back relaxes and stretches her nipples. A tear and snap and the loops tear through her tit flesh and bounce free in the air above her. If Shepard seems to notice, it's only in gratitude, her spasming becoming even more violent and savage as blood pours from the fresh wounds while she cums in ecstasy impaled on her executioner's fist.

Rallying his strength he forces his arm in past the elbow. This finally pops her cervix and a surge of fluid rushes down his fingers. Lightning strikes Shepard as she roars back to life with a jaw popping scream. Wrex can't help but laugh maniacally at her mindless struggle as her tits bounce back and forth splattering blood across the room. Without even waiting for quiet he digs deeper, grasping for the solid form.

Up and to the left his fingers graze something thicker than membrane. He snaps it up and slowly withdraws. Shepard knows, she can feel it and watches him in fear. Not the terror you'd expect, but an inward horror at her noble captain's image clashing with the guttural pleasure in her straining pussy.

Grinning meanly, he tries to pull Shepard's child from the womb and gets caught on her cervix. His fist with its payload is much wider than before and the first few straining attempts prove difficult.

"Ha…ha, pathetic," Shepard taunts, clenching around his forearm wetly.

Wrex slams free hand down on her torn breasts, pinning her in place, and pulls. Her thrashing amounts to nothing beneath his true strength. In seconds he's through her cervix and pussy along with the child who pops out onto the bed like a ragdoll dragged by one leg.

"HuuuAuaaH uuuh uuuh," Shepard's whines sound like a kicked dog as her eyelids flutter amid a second orgasm.

Roaring savagely, Wrex tosses the small form aside without a second glance. Hunching close to her face, drool drips from his teeth down the side of her cheek, her foggy eyes not recognizing him as he pushes his cock inside her gaping hole and stretching her emptied belly anew. The warm up has him running hot and he holds her by the shoulders to keep her in place as he starts to ram mercilessly into her hips. The newly vacated space in her womb is the saving grace, all the other girls would've been dead by now but she just lays helplessly beneath him, clinging to life.

Her head lolls to the side and arousal still drips from his fist. With fingers coated in her slime he cups her jaw to make her look at him. Consciousness is flickering so he wraps his fingers through her long red hair and yanks. Yelping, Shepard jerks alert, eyes wide. She scans back and forth in momentary confusion, then visibly relaxes as she comes back to earth. It wasn't all a dream.

"Thank you," Shepard mouths with a blush.

"Why don't you just admit it," Wrex barks, towering over her.

"Admit what…" She can't even bring herself to make it a question. Wrex can't believe his eyes when she's forced to bite her lip to keep from smiling. Growling he grabs her by the hair again and yanks her head straight up from the mattress. Tears stream from her eyes and her necks bent so uncomfortably she can barely speak. Knowing he won't let go until she speaks, a strained breath manages to whistle through.

"I …want this."

"What?" He lets go.

"From the first day…" Shepard groans weakly with eyes clenched shut, drooling foaming at her lips, "I knew I would submit to your conqueror's will-aAAah!"

"I want this!" She continues unprompted, "The only reason I got pregnant was for you to fuck it out of me. I've been waiting months as you snuffed my friends one by one, forced to scissor with a babbling Liara. Why couldn't you kill me sooner?!" The sudden outburst hangs in the air and neither moves. Wrex strokes the back of his hand against her cheek, captivated by her vulnerability before groping her swollen bleeding tit

"Because I wanted you to beg." he growls, and wrenches her tit off.

"AaaAAah!" Blood splashes down the side of her chest from the newly made red and yellow crater. Without pause Wrex continues to hump into his predecessor. Maintaining eye contact, he pushes forward, putting all his weight into his cock. Gradually, then suddenly the rear of her womb collapses. Shepard goes cross-eyed as internal organs squeeze and burst inside her. A choking sound comes out of her mouth.

He pulls back a little but only enough to regain his center of balance. His thick rod still plugs her womb completely. Leaning forward to look back into her eyes he pins down her shoulders and pushes even deeper. His cock presses against the top of her belly, imprinting itself in her flesh and throbs visibly. Shepard's hyperventilating, the whites of her eyes shining in Wrex's mind and he drives even further. Her gorgeous struggle pushes him to the edge and he throbs repeatedly inside her.

"Just do it," she moans weakly. It breaks him. All respect he ever had shifts into the past. The noble image in his mind that had kept him from seeing Shepard as she truly was, the biggest snuff slut of them all was finally itself, snuffed out. He shakes his head and chastises himself, he's putting on a show! The whole crew is watching! What is he doing?! Roaring, he slams himself forward as hard as he can, pushing Shepards stomach up into her throat.

A red glaze descends over his vision as he exults in his total victory. Barely aware of his own actions he tears her arms off, tossing them aside to dangle on their cuffs from the side of the bed. Pulling her up into his lap his fingers sink into the soft flesh of her hips as he lifts her up and down his cock like a fleshlight. Shepard's completely overwhelmed and fading beneath the avalanche of endorphins. Her slit clenches around his base in continuous orgasm as he uses her for his own satisfaction, rendering her into nothing more than a single-use object destined for the trash.

He's grunting beastially as he pulls her deep into his lap, forcing himself as far as he can go and is gratified to see the base of her throat stretch and swell. Shepard has seconds left in life, no lungs, heart hanging by a thread. Focussed solely on the greatest orgasm of his life he palms her scalp. For a fleeting second their eyes meet for the final time and tears of love and gratitude well mindlessly on Shepard's face. She's completely relaxed, utterly his servant. That alone pushes him over the edge.

Wrex lets out a bellowing roar of ecstasy for his complete victory and tears Shepard's head off. Frantically he licks the length of her face, from slack jaw to fluttering eyelids before tossing it aside. With both hands back on Shepard's spasming corpse he rams her body up and down as he pumps jet after jet of potent krogan seed inside her torso. It makes him laugh brilliantly when he manages to thrust through to her torn neck, firing a jet through his former commander and spraying her cabin ceiling.

It's a big fucking mess. After calming down he surveys the carnage. Shepard's torso is wrapped around his delfating cock like a sleeve. One tit missing, the other torn through by the hooks, both still leak blood down her pale skin. Her belly hangs deflated after the violent ejection from her womb. Her legs hang limply, still chained to the bed frame behind him. Below the double blood spatter on the wall behind him lays the child and Shepard's head, her glazed eyes staring blissfully back at him.

He deserves to be captain.

***