let it leave me like a long breath

this ended up being more quad worship than slitfucking but there is some slitfucking in there. also i have never played a mass effect game and didn't bother looking up any canon details for this, rip.

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Shephard was more than a little buzzed, which was the only reason why he let it slip. "I always wondered what a Krogan quad was like," he said, apropos of nothing, and next to him at the bar, Wrex just blinked at him for a second before letting out a guffaw.

"Not your quad," he continued, already feeling like the situation was getting away from him. "Just, Krogan quads. In general. Seems like it'd be-- a lot. Like. Big." He shut his mouth. Maybe he was more drunk than his thought.

Wrex gave him an appraising look. "You wanna see my quads?" His hand dropped to his crotch, groping across his armor.

Shephard's gaze immediately followed Wrex's hand: giant fingers curling, clutching, around the stiff armor.

"They get all mashed together in the armor," Wrex said, adjusting, shifting. "Definitely gotta let 'em breathe. C'mon," he said, standing, and hypnotically Shephard followed him, head spinning.

Wrex let them to the back, a dimly-lit utility passage behind the bar. He peeled the mesh away from his sides and shoved a hand down inside, visibly groping and rearranging something at his crotch. Then: he pulled his hand out and grabbed Shephard's hand, fingers hot and slightly damp, and guided them into the seam in his armor.

"C'mon, you're the big Commander Shephard, fearless and everything." Wrex leered at him. "Give my quad a squeeze." Wrex brought his hand in, hot and tight inside his armor, flesh leathery. Wrex guided him down, jerking them together, chest-to-chest, as Wrex curled his Shephard's hand around a-- bulging swell, dense. Something hard and oblong shifted against his hands, skin folding across his palm, and Shephard followed the motion, fingers dragging against Wrex's hot skin.

"Easy there," Wrex said, and, eyes focusing, Shephard realized he was face-to-face with Wrex, expression slack as he felt out across his bloated quad. Flesh shuddered against Shephard's palm, skin furrowing, and he flexed his fingers, catching a fold of flesh -- and Wrex jerked his hand back, spilling out into the open. He let out a shaky exhale, noise apparently pretty clear to Wrex if the look he shot him was anything to go on.

"Can I--" he started, and Wrex cut him off:

"No way. We're going back to my quarters. I don't need the news blaring tomorrow morning that Commander Shephard is a needy quad-slut after he was found slurping on some fat nuts behind a bar." Wrex gave him a look: "No matter how true it might be."

Shephard felt dazed, flushed and hot the whole time they were headed back: cock stubbornly hard in his pants, fingers burning where they'd been fleetingly pressed against the supple, leathery flesh of Wrex's sac.

Wrex didn't waste any time when they got to his quarters, just peeled himself out of his armor, easy: breastplate coming off as one chunk, flexible mesh tearing apart across his hips and thighs, until with a long shred Wrex tossed his crotchplate aside, letting his giant, sagging sac spill out into the open.

Wrex's balls were immense. His sac spilled down to his knees, loose flesh stretched, sac bottom-heavy with his balls piled in. Each one was a curving, oblong mound, and with four of them lolling aroud in his heavy, low-hanging sac they formed a bulging, lumpy mess. They lolled against each other, forming a lopsided tetrahedron, two upper ones loosely balanced on top of the bottom two. His balls stole the show. No dick to get in the way: instead of some kind of human-like dick, or even a sheath, he just had vent lips at the apex of his sac: fat and swollen, lips tugged open from his sac shifting. Waxy and reptilian, mounded out in a stiff peak.

Shephard fell to his knees with a thump, hands reaching out. Each ball was so huge it took both hands to even attempt to hold one, burning hot cradled in his hands, but with all four balls squirming and lurching it was nearly impossible to get a grip on one to begin with.

Wrex snorted above him as Shephard leaned in, mouth sliding over the smooth swell of his balls, hands tugging and kneading. "Wouldn't take you for a ball-slut," Wrex said, low and smug, and Shephard pulled back, sputtering.

"Wasn't a complaint," Wrex said, hand on his shoulder pulling him back, mashing his face back against Wrex's gigantic, leathery ballsac, smearing his own spit across his face. "Keep sucking."

Wrex groaned, hand pressing harder on the back of Shephard's head, sinking his face into his leathery sac: a giant ball thudding against his chin, two more bracketing his cheeks, the final one lumpy against his forehead, nose mashed flat against his dense flesh. He could feel cords shift inside, squirming like snakes, bundled together in mazy folds. Shephard slurped and sucked, wetly slobbering against a fold of heavy, spicy flesh he sucked into his mouth, just drooling all down Wrex's massive sac.

"You're like all those Krogan women desperate for me to sire their kids," Wrex said, with a snort. "Needy little quad-sluts all of 'em." He let out a huff of breath. "Lot nicer to see you worshipping my sac, though."

Shephard pulled back enough to gasp for breath, nose clogged with the spicy reek of Krogan balls. His cock shuddered in his pants, rock hard, and he fumbled across his belt, jerking his dick out without pulling himself away from being sunk into Wrex's massive quad.

Wrex was dripping, sloppy pre practically pouring out of his swollen vent, drooling over his lips and pouring down his sac in a slimy mess. Stringy cords of pre drizzled across Shephard's hair, dripping down his face, rank and meaty when his tongue dragged across the lines spilling down Wrex's sac. There was a bitter aftertaste, setting in whenever he stopped catching the fresh runnels spilling down Wrex's sagging quad. Shephard groaned, tongue lapping over his skin, tracing the taste up to his swollen vent, both hands still at work curling around his massive balls.

Shephard rose up, cock digging into the underside of Wrex's quad, mouth sliding up to sloppily kiss his spread vent and gulp down mouthfuls of pre fresh from the source.

Wrex let out a craggy laugh, spreading his legs. His slit parted, just dusky red flesh inside, no sign of his dick dropping yet. "You got some presumptions, huh? You think you can really just stick it in?" He snorted and hauled Shephard up, pulling him into a messy kiss. The size of a Krogan jaw meant his open mouth half-enveloped Shephard's head, his tongue just slapped across Shephard's face, splattering him in drool. Shephard's dick jabbed against Wrex's sac, sliding up his slimy flesh until his cockhead pressed against his splayed vent, and Wrex just groaned across Shephard's face, hips jerking up to slam the full length of Shephard's dick into his open vent. His cockhead mashed against a broad, rubbery wall, the turgid swell of Wrex's giant Krogan cockhead, still sunk inside him. Wrex's hand slid down his back, fingers gripping his hip, and he readjusted his body, jerking their hips together so they were pressed pelvis-to-pelvis, the entire length of Shephard's dick sunk into his vent.

Wrex snorted, rollng his hips, fucking himself on Shephard's dick. "Decent enough prick for a softskin." Wrex's cock lurched inside his vent, an implacable wall of flesh that shoved Shephard's dick out as he started to drop down. Wrex just snorted, smirking as Shephard thrust less and less deeply, cock bashing against the broad flare of his cockhead, slipping down to the side to dig into the gristled rim. Wrex groaned, bearing down harder, and with a sudden spang Wrex's cock shoved past Shephard's, pinning his dick against the wall of his vent, sandwiched against the side of his shaft. They both groaned, Shephard hips lurching forward, sinking the full length of his cock against the hot, slick side of Wrex's gnarled Krogan shaft.

A sloppy mess of churned-up pre gurgled out of Wrex's vent, lips mounded out over the growing swell of Wrex's dropping cock, flexing and spreading in anticipation. Shephard groaned, forehead pressed against Wrex's chest, eyes squeezed shut tight, and he came with a bellowing moan, cock squirting out his load into Wrex's overstuffed vent, just before Wrex's cock burst out into the open, slimed with their combined fluids, knocking Shephard back on his ass, still-spurting cock jerking out with a pop as Wrex's collossal dick spilled out into the open: a mess of lobed chambers, cockhead a lumpy, figure-eight flare that flexed and spread right in front of Shephard's face.

A fresh spurt of pre lanced out, splattering all across Shephard's face, and Wrex lurched to his feet, grinning down at him.

"That was a decent warmup. Hope you're ready for what you got yourself into, 'cause this ain't over until this thing is back in its vent. Better hope you can take a Krogan dick." He grinned, milking his cock, fingers slopping into his vent to milk out messy squirts of Shephard's loud, spilling down his shaft in a mess of ooze. "Don't worry. I'll open you up good."