Commander Shepard, Alliance Navy CH. 7: And One For Shepard
"I'm not special. I'm just a regular grunt who got lucky. I don't know tech or biotics. I don't know how to hack a mech or levitate an object. I know guns. And women. Human or otherwise."
Shorts from the life of John Shepard.
Warning: Snu-Snu may result in broken hip-bones.
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"... There have been several breeding requests for Grunt... and one for Shepard."
' Why the fuck am I even here?'
John Shepard found that he didn't know the answer to his own question. Maybe it was his curiosity, or maybe it was his shameless xenophilia. Or perhaps he was just an idiot.
' Probably the last one.'
None of it mattered however, as he was already in too deep to escape now.
John Shepard shifted on his feet, the heat of Tuchanka finally getting to him. It was a dry heat, the worst kind. His skin burned, the sweat evaporating as soon as it appeared.
He was on in a large tent, made up of scraps, old sheets and animal skins sown together. There was no organization in its construction, just like the rest of the krogan camp. Strips and patches of whatever could be found were placed in an incomprehensible mess and somehow the krogan called it a tent.
A home.
There was a makeshift bed behind him, made from the same material as the tent. It also had drapes around it, probably to provide some privacy to the person sleeping. It looked in no way comfortable, at least by human standards. For all he knew, to the krogan, this whole tent was like a five-star hotel suite.
But none of that mattered for now. John's focus was on who was in front of him.
The krogan female was cautiously looking him over, circling him slowly. John stayed silent as she quietly judged him, sizing him up.
' Seriously, why the fuck am I here?'
After what seemed like hours, the krogan female finally spoke.
"So, you're the human Wrex speaks so highly of. You're the one who killed the thresher maw."
They weren't questions. She was stating facts.
Shepard cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head.
"It wasn't just me, ma'am. Urdnot Grunt-."
The female waved him off.
"Hmph!" She scoffed, almost amused, "Modesty."
She began chuckling, a low rumbling sound.
John took a step forward, now glaring. He didn't like being laughed at.
The female stopped laughing, locking her eyes with his. She stepped forward as well.
"Modesty is a sign of weakness among krogan." She stated, her face inches from Shepard's. She reached forward, running a hand down his arm. Shepard raised an eyebrow.
"But from what I've heard, you're anything but."
Before Shepard could respond, she pushed him backwards, roughly. Shepard landed on the large, makeshift bed. It was actually pretty comfortable, despite Shepard's earlier assumptions.
' Looks can be deceiving.'
With surprising speed, the female krogan closed the distance between them, hopping on the bed, straddling John, trapping him. She pulled at a clasp on her outfit, letting the robes fall from her body, exposing her to the world.
' So _ this _ is a naked krogan? Not bad.'
"You saved that human colony, Elysium, against an army of pirates. All by yourself, no less." She growled, her voice heavy with lust, "Then you go off and save another colony. Eden Prime, was it? Next was the Citadel, from the geth."
She tore his shirt off, literally. There was no unbuttoning. The shirt was in shreds. She ran her hands gently down his chest, across his stomach, feeling the toned muscles, admiring the scars.
"I guess you could say I have thing for heroes, Shepard."
John tries to protest, but ultimately decided, to hell with it. Sex was sex.
"You got a name sweety?" He asked in the most charming voice he could muster with a krogan laying on top of him.
"I gave up my name, when I became the shaman." She responded bluntly.
"That's... great."
The female gave a small chuckle before focusing her attention on John's belt.
Poor thing never stood a chance.
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Chakwas pinched the bridge of her nose. In situations like these, there were simply no words to describe how she felt.
Garrus Vakarian stood next to her, trying his absolute best to not burst out laughing.
Grunt, meanwhile, stood proudly at his battlemaster's side.
Or, more accurately, he stood proudly while he carried his battlemaster.
"Commander, how exactly did you break your hipbones?" Chakwas asked, shaking her head as she did.
Grunt smiled broadly, eager to tell others of his leader's conquests.
"He took a mate the only way you should! If there aren't any cuts or bruises afterwards, you weren't doing it right in the first place!"
Garrus couldn't hold it in anymore. The vigilante howled with laughter, doubling over and clutching his sides. Chakwas was a lot less amused, grunting in disgust at her Commander's shamelessness.
Shepard sneered at his right-hand, who was currently still laughing on the floor.
"Oh, you can fuck right off, Vakarian!"
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