A Cure By Any Means Necessary Chapter 2: Turning the Turian

Story by Leukos on SoFurry

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#2 of A Cure By Any Means Necessary

Continuing his mission to secure the progeny of his race, Grunt decides to tackle a hated enemy, bringing a certain turian down a notch.

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"Very well, Commander. Good luck!" Yeoman Chambers said happily, waving at Shepard as she left to the shuttle. She, Miranda and Jacob were heading to Ilium for a personal matter, apparently. Grunt enjoyed it when he wasn't deployed, grinning a bit as he roamed the halls, idly looking to and from the ship. He had been to Mordin semi-regularly, hiding away from people in case rumors started. EDI, for her omniscience, wasn't one to tell people about their trysts, and yet, people inevitably grew curious as Mordin soon closed the Tech Labs due to an "unforeseen issue in regards to one of his experiments."

Grunt smirked, knowing that it was because of the massive belly the Salarian had, thanks to him. He noted that Jacob left and grimaced. He figured the guy would be pretty easy to knock around, but now he'll have to try someone else... Zaeed was... old. that was his excuse and he was going to stick to it. He could maybe take one of those weird engineers, but... there was also the Turian.

At first, he thought it was a terrible idea. He seemed to be close to Shepard, and he was smart enough to not be lured into things. Mordin was smart too, but once you got him focused on an experiment it's really hard for him to focus on anything else. Garrus though... he's a born fighter.

That's when Grunt had the idea. So was he. He was a fighter too, and the more he thought about it, the more the idea seemed to play in his mind, growing into something great. It was for his people. He deserved this. He grinned in the elevator, passing a very nervous crew member. The serum seemed to do more than just improve the krogan's virility, he... felt stronger. More confident. Perhaps it was due to having a conquest under his belt (har). Perhaps it was his imagination. He walked through the crew dining hall, eyes quickly glancing at him before they moved away just as quickly. He smirked a bit, moving down the long hall to the gun battery. It was time.

"Grunt? What are you doing here-" Garrus looked rather casually towards the krogan, but he already made the first move. Garrus was shocked, the krogan upon him, rough lips pressing against his own. Before he could react, he was pushed to the rail, the krogan's rough hips grinding up against the turian's armor. He struggled a bit, but Grunt was unrelenting, lips mashing almost furiously against him. He... he should be fighting more. Why wasn't he? And... what was that smell in the air? Garrus was panicking lightly, his arms reach to push the krogan away. Grunt glared at the turian, breaking the kiss long enough to fling him across the room to the wall, the turian stumbling and hitting the far wall. He shook his head, trying to collect himself, but Grunt was there again, relentless. This wasn't mating. This wasn't flirting. This was combat, and Grunt scored an early advantage, and he was milking that advantage for everything it was worth. Grunt bit hard into the turian's neck, Garrus wincing and biting back a loud moan. He trembled, quickly using his omnitool to lock them in, or rather lock others out. Grunt noted this and pushed the other down. "Strip" was the only word he said, already pulling plates off of his armor.

Garrus was on his knees, trembling a bit as the male began to undress, that potent musk more present than before. He blinked blearily, pulling his own armor off, embarrassed to reveal his hard length, the alien member throbbing lewdly as Grunt's thick one was suddenly in his face, grinding lewdly against him. Garrus opened his mouth to protest, but Grunt simply shoved the heavy cock into him instead. He squirmed a bit, but found himself complying, the thick length sliding lewdly into him, going deep already. As he felt Garrus' tongue glide along the underside, Grunt chuckled.

"Yes, Turian. This is where your people belong. Under your betters. Aah... suck harder, bitch~" He moaned out gleefully, relishing his new found power.

Garrus squirmed and tensed, but the length was getting humped into his mouth. What could he do? He suckled more, shaking on the ground, practically swallowing the heavy cock into his throat. He trembled as the krogan grew more eager, humping brutally into him now, his hips pounding against the male. He thrust and thrust, rutting the turian bitch relentlessly before growling, pulling out roughly, throwing the turian to the ground. "Present, now!" He snarled, his cock throbbing.

Garrus barely had time to think before he was on his hands and knees, the krogan swiftly and ruthlessly mounting him. He gasped, his rear spread wide, the slick cock sliding into him harshly. He whined softly, his body shaking violently as the male got to work securing his species. He humped into him roughly, the heavy length throbbing as it spread the male open wide, the balls slapping along the male's hips in thick, heavy hits. Grunt was getting desperate, arms possessively wrapping around his latest acquisition. He ground into him more and more, moaning heavily. Garrus whined out, wincing and convulsing as he came, to his surprise. He sp[asmed, his seed pouring uselessly on the ground. Grunt scoffed as he noted this. Turian seed, weak, impotent, not like his, his seed was strength embodied, and he planned to use it. Grunt groaned out again, violently ramming into the addled marksman. He pushed Garrus' head to the ground and rammed even harder, hilting powerfully into the male, pushing his face into the ground where it belonged. With a rough roar, he finally unloaded, his balls churning as he poured seed into the male, thick, hyper-fertile ropes of the stuff getting pumped into him in heavy spurts. He held the male tight, biting his neck again, harder enough to leave his brand, the second brand he ever made in his life. Garrus gave a small whine as his belly swelled, eggs forming from the krogan's spunk, nestling into him, safe and sound. But Grunt wasn't done. He wasn't done with him, and he wasn't done spreading his line. Shepard will have to rely on the women of the team almost exclusively for this mission. He was going to claim all the men, he promised.