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The Krogan groans in pleasure, feeling you practically make out with his dick. You receive a copious amount of precum out of his dick, a startling amount really. It was almost like a leaking faucet and every drop carries an incredibly strong, salty taste. You find yourself swallowing it eagerly before you realize how lewd it must look, but maybe you didn't care at all.
You give the other Krogan's dick a big smooch and his cock twitches in response. You try to give him attention with your hand as you work over the other Krogan. You feel yourself getting very wet and after going this far, you had no doubt that the Krogans were going to fuck you senseless if they had their way.
You break off of the blowjob after awhile. Strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock break and land across your tits. You breath already smells strongly of his dick and you could smell only the Krogan's groins in the room now. The scent was animalistic, intoxicating, in a way that was difficult to comprehend.
You mention being spit-roasted and the Krogans chuckle, "Don't worry. We're using every hole and every position, until you break down and beg us for more."
The Krogan who'd only received mostly hand attention thus far drops to his knees behind you and roughly grabs your hips. He pulls your body backward with a quick jerk, dropping you to your elbows and knees on the mattresses. The Krogan rubs his cock up and down your pussy, smearing his precum on your already soaking slit.
The other Krogan grabs your hair and holds you back from sucking his cock. He says, "Ask for it. Nicely."
(WIS Roll - 9)
Despite your resolve going into this, you already feel your resolve faltering. You wanted their cocks, and you wanted them [b']now.[/b]
The Krogan groans in pleasure, feeling you practically make out with his dick. You receive a copious amount of precum out of his dick, a startling amount really. It was almost like a leaking faucet and every drop carries an incredibly strong, salty taste. You find yourself swallowing it eagerly before you realize how lewd it must look, but maybe you didn't care at all.
You give the other Krogan's dick a big smooch and his cock twitches in response. You try to give him attention with your hand as you work over the other Krogan. You feel yourself getting very wet and after going this far, you had no doubt that the Krogans were going to fuck you senseless if they had their way.
You break off of the blowjob after awhile. Strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock break and land across your tits. You breath already smells strongly of his dick and you could smell only the Krogan's groins in the room now. The scent was animalistic, intoxicating, in a way that was difficult to comprehend.
You mention being spit-roasted and the Krogans chuckle, "Don't worry. We're using every hole and every position, until you break down and beg us for more."
The Krogan who'd only received mostly hand attention thus far drops to his knees behind you and roughly grabs your hips. He pulls your body backward with a quick jerk, dropping you to your elbows and knees on the mattresses. The Krogan rubs his cock up and down your pussy, smearing his precum on your already soaking slit.
The other Krogan grabs your hair and holds you back from sucking his cock. He says, "Ask for it. Nicely."
(WIS Roll - 9)
Despite your resolve going into this, you already feel your resolve faltering. You wanted their cocks, and you wanted them [b']now.[/b]
Drax
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The officer clears his throat and meets your eyes, having to look up at you due to your immense size, and says "Council ships are rare. We assumed it must've been either a Spectre or a Councilor's escort."
Although a squad of armed soldiers are here to greet you, they don't seem particularly alarmed. It was quite a show of force, especially considering what the home world looked like. It might be political in nature to show up so well armed, wanting to show any Council Rep. or alien that Earth still had fighting strength. Regardless, that might not be any concern of yours, and your primary mission was Mars.
The officer says, "Anything we can help you with then, Spectre?"
The officer clears his throat and meets your eyes, having to look up at you due to your immense size, and says "Council ships are rare. We assumed it must've been either a Spectre or a Councilor's escort."
Although a squad of armed soldiers are here to greet you, they don't seem particularly alarmed. It was quite a show of force, especially considering what the home world looked like. It might be political in nature to show up so well armed, wanting to show any Council Rep. or alien that Earth still had fighting strength. Regardless, that might not be any concern of yours, and your primary mission was Mars.
The officer says, "Anything we can help you with then, Spectre?"