Exotic Mating: A Group Encounter

The scent of cement and corroded metal was distinct only to Tuchanka, a symbol of a planet that had regressed substantially since its days of former glory. Distinct architecture, cultural hubs, verdant landscapes, they all blended together in a cloudy brown mass, reduced to little more than rubble and debris, constant reminders of the achievements of the ancestors of the current inhabitants of the wasteland that was Tuchanka.

The Genophage had all but wiped out the the progress of the krogans, decimating entire industries and bureaucratic systems overnight. Salarian geneticists and turian agents had worked in lockstep to bring the expansion of the krogans to a painful end, doing so without even needing to raise arms against the reptilian species. It was a brutal end to a once revered species' rapid development, a fate that could have been shared by humanity had the Council not stepped in to curb the plot of the Turian Hierarchy. It was a plot that still caused discomfort between humanity and the turians, an awareness of how easily allies could become terrible adversaries.

Miranda wandered around the audience chamber of Clan Urdnot, constructed beneath the ruins of a once towering structure. It would have been easy for her to turn her nose up at the krogans, seeing them as pitiful creatures for how far they had spiralled into a primitive space faring culture. But her tryst with Grunt had softened her view on the volatile species, enough to make her view them from a perspective Cerberus tended to discourage.

Krogans were versatile, preservering in spite of the near total destruction of anything resembling a functioning government. Many viewed them with a certain repulsion for their prevalence amongst the mercenary organisations plaguing the Terminus Systems, but Miranda had to at least concede that they were left with little other choice. Employment opportunities for the species were incredibly limited, unofficially banned from administration and governmental roles beyond Tuchanka. Even the statue commemorating their vital part in the Rachni Wars wasn't enough to secure them employment that didn't reduce them to the value of their bodies, forcing them to seek out work as bouncers or hired muscle.

Even a woman as suspicious of the other races as Miranda couldn't help but admire them in a certain way, especially those who had chosen to remain on their ravaged home world. Tuchanka's inhabitants remained fragmented, divided by clan conflicts and civil wars that still persisted centuries after they first started. But the possibility of change, with the likes of Urdnot Wrex hoping to lead what remained of the krogans back towards something resembling the might they once possessed, though Cerberus intel suggested that a number of potential rivals would stymie such attempts in a fight over leadership.

Miranda watched from afar as Shepard engaged in a friendly conversation with her former squad mate, Urdnot Wrex. Shepard quickly introduced Grunt, though Miranda didn't need to be within earshot to know what the details of the exchange included. Resting a hip against a railing overhanging an ancient highway, she spotted Grunt looking away in disinterest, frustrated by politics taking precedent over his need to express his bloodlust. He fingered his shotgun in disinterest, turning fully until he could spy Miranda in the distance, letting a devious grin stretch across his lips.

Not wanting to give the beast that had violated her privacy so brazenly the satisfaction, Miranda averted her eyes. She tried to appear as interested as one could be in watching the auto turrets fire off into the distance of the caved in tunnel, keeping the varren at bay whenever they decided to crawl through the cracks of the cement and rebar. Her encounter with Grunt had only been a one time event, she prevented a repeat by sealing off the door to her office with a biometric lock, which also came with the added benefit of keeping Jack out whenever Miranda was away on a mission.

Miranda tried to convince herself that it had been an unwanted desecration of her perfect body, with Grunt capitalising on her brief moment of weakness. But there could be no denial of the pleasure the krogan had brought her, filling her out in a manner no human could physically achieve. Their encounter lasted well beyond a steamy affair in Miranda's concealed shower, continuing well into the night shift aboard the Normandy, only coming to a stop when she shoved the lustful Grunt just before they exited the mass relay network.

She had made an admirable attempt at trying to forget what she had considered a one night stand, burying herself in paperwork and the official documentation that ensured that operations on board the Normandy remained smooth and efficient. Yet, her distractions weren't enough to occasionally let her mind wander back to that event, unable to stop herself from becoming flustered when she replayed each and every act in her mind, reaching a point when she just had to tear her bodysuit open and plunge her fingers into her needy pussy.

It didn't take too long before her desires became stronger, unsatisfied by her frantic fingering to mere memories. Instead, she turned to the Extranet for relief. Over the weeks or following her illicit encounter with Grunt, Miranda devoured a number of terabytes worth of pornography, all featuring beautiful human women in the throes of sex with wild krogan partners, incapable of suffering through the experience without succumbing to unconsciousness. Watching such content never failed to bring her to a crashing climax, left shaking in her office chair, with her legs resting on the desk.

Shame consistently followed every orgasm, no matter how pleasurable they were. Miranda considered it a sign of weakness, a deep betrayal to her desire to be valued for more than her body. Her father had decided to play God when he made her, forming Miranda in his own image, a fact that always haunted her. Cerberus had offered her the chance to make a difference, leading the pro-human cause as the galaxy marched to war with the Reapers. She had strived to ascend the ranks through sheer will and undeniable competence, attributes that made her a source of both jealousy and outright hatred amongst certain colleagues.

Yet, Grunt didn't care about such things. Her achievements, her professionalism, and her vast intelligence, none of it seemed to register to the hormonal krogan when he picked her of all people to violate. Unlike her peers and comrades, Grunt only had eyes for her enticing body, acting upon his natural urges in his pursuit of her, seeing her as the only woman in close proximity who was physically capable of being taken by a fully grown krogan.

What had taken place should have left Miranda disgusted, driven to expel the wayward krogan out of the airlock for his actions. However, such feelings were wholly dwarfed by the dangerous thrill the experience had caused, a level of excitement she couldn't quite get out of her system regardless of how hard she tried. It was a spontaneous act of raw sensuality, brought about by an alien she was meant to view as lesser, only to find herself eventually wilfully offering herself to him as that particular night played out. He made her feel so small, so easy to manipulate for his own needs, and Miranda relished every second of it.

Turning her head back towards Wrex's 'throne', she watched the squad making their departure, walking over to one of the ready and waiting Tomkahs, likely headed off for one of the countless suicidal rites of passage their ancestors had devised. Grunt flashed another grin before clambering into the passenger compartment of the transport vehicle, with Shepard and Garrus following behind. Miranda watched the vehicle depart, leaving her to keep an eye over the proceedings of the clans, just to ensure that there were no attempts to launch a coup against clan Urdnot whilst Shepard was away.

Unsurprisingly, Miranda had little tolerance for the petty rivalries and belligerent politics that the krogans were known for, taking a deep dislike for the lack of finesse or subterfuge she was used to. Unwilling to simply stand around and play the part of a bouncer, Miranda moved away from the railing and went off to explore the local environment, hoping to find anything that might just catch her interest.

Collective bellows and cheers drew her attention towards the varren fighting pit, watching in disgust as the gamblers surrounded it exclaimed in mixed glee and dismay as one of the competitors were ripped to shreds. She headed away from the audience chamber, traversing deeper through the ruins, eventually arriving at the cramped space that acted as the main repair station for the Tomkahs, along with the other ramshackle vehicles undergoing extensive repairs. Without any sort of industry, the krogans relied significantly on maintaining vehicles that were centuries old, as well as importing ones from off world.

Miranda was forced to watch where she planted her feet, having to navigate the cords and loose wires criss crossing the cracked cement floor, made all the more difficult by the heels of her boots. Large cages acted as hangars for each of the repair stations, protecting the vehicles below from any falling debris, shielding the crews working on them as well. The closer she got, the more pungent the scent of plasma welders and fossil fuels became, along with the musty smell of dust and cement dust.

Strolling around the outer edges of the repair bays, she watched the engineers at work, observing the uphill battle they endured to maintain and fix vehicles that had no right to still be in working order after so many years of relentless work. She reached the furthest bay, hosting a Tomkah that had been hoisted into the air by a heavy duty winch, separated by a few feet from its chassis. A trio of engineers were in the middle of working on it, with two loosening the massive wheels and the other working away in the main body.

The krogan welding in the passenger compartment was the first to detect her presence, shutting off his welding tool and raising his protective goggles to get a better look at her. His companions weren't far behind, incapable of stopping themselves from leering at the beauty who seemed so out of place on their desolate world, letting their slitted eyes roam over the dazzlingly clean black and white bodysuit that wrapped over every curve on Miranda's body. Miranda was absolutely used to being stared at by lustful men, but rarely did it send a genuine pleasurable shiver through her.

"Well then, what's a beauty like you doing in a hole like this?" the one suspended in the main body asked, dropping his tools completely in favour of gazing at Miranda. "I don't think we've ever had a human down here before, and definitely not one that looked as exquisite as you."

"I'm just here on business, we have a krogan on our crew that needs to undergo one of these 'rites of passage'," Miranda answered derisively with air quotes, folding her arms as three pairs of eyes refused to look anywhere other than in her direction.

"Ah, she's with Okeer's test tube project," the welder barked with laughter. He pointed to his own chest, then highlighted the other two. "I'm Pokaad, and these two are Rakish and Lition. What brings you to our humble chop shop...?"

"Miranda," she answered plainly, "I'm just exploring. There isn't much else to do here."

She stepped closer to get a better view of their progress, noticing the modifications that had been made to allow for the use of once incompatible parts. Barely anything remained of the vehicle from when it first rolled off of its production line, other than its basic outline. The armour plating was incredibly mismatched, haphazardly welded together in the places where chunks had been torn away by mortar shells and close encounters with thresher maws.ed

"She ain't wrong there," Lition shook his head, jumping out of the way when one of the massive wheels came loose from its housing, slamming into the ground.

"If you're looking for something to do, why don't you come and join me up here?" Pokaad suggested, sharing a conspiratorial grin with the others. "It'll give you a chance to see how to solve mechanical problems without the sort of resources Cerberus has."

The knowing looks they exchanged didn't go unnoticed by Miranda. Despite being aware of the obvious plot the three of them were forming, Miranda couldn't deny that there was little else around to keep herself entertained, not unless she developed a sudden affinity for watching animals tearing each other apart. Reluctantly, she took the offer, unaware of the slight swing she put in her hips as she advanced, stepping over to the thin ladder leading up to the suspended body.

Pokaad extended his hand down to her, helping to give her a boost up. Just as she made it to the open door, she felt Pokaad's hand brush over the curve of her ass, something he attempted to explain away as extra support when he helped to pull herself inside. Willing to ignore it, Miranda instead turned her focus to the internal compartments of the Tomkah, grimacing when the musky scent of the countless krogan troops that had occupied it struck her, a scent that immediately brought back memories of a certain member of the Normandy crew.

"You alright there?" Pokaad asked, squeezing himself into the cramped space, resting his body against the wall as his eyes closely scrutinised her. "Look a bit uneasy there."

"I'm fine," Miranda shook her head, snapping out of her temporary lapse. "Was there anything here you wanted to show me? Or is everything here just a mess of tangled wires and misplaced bolts."

"Don't worry, we're just getting to the good stuff," Pokaad chuckled. "Follow me."

The krogan engineer gave Miranda a brief tour around the narrow interior of the transporter, showing off the range of components both old and new. He gave her a crash course in the operation of such a durable vehicle, amazed to see how quick she was to pick up on his instructions. They moved between the rear compartment and the incredibly tight cockpit, with Miranda having to contort her lithe body just to fit through the narrow gap in the bulkhead.

In spite of its massive inferiority in comparison to the state-of-the-art equipment Cerberus had at its disposal, Miranda at least admired the work ethic the krogan engineers and repair crews had, a fact she shared to an extent. Emerging back through the gap, she found Pokaad closely watching, narrowing his eyes as she rose into a loose defensive stance.

"Something catch your interest?" Miranda raised an elegant brow, further unsettled when the krogan's expression turned devilish.

"Yeah." Pokaad rumbled, eyeing Miranda up and down. "So who was it? Okeer's little pet?"

"Who was what? What in God's name are you talking about?" Miranda rolled her eyes arrogantly.

"I'm talking about the one that fucked you," Pokaad said bluntly, taking Miranda's recoil as confirmation of his suspicions.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Miranda fired back, paling considerably.

"I'm guessing you don't know this, but krogans have a tendency to leave a little mark on their mates. A scent that goes unnoticed by all other species, except other krogans," Pokaad took satisfaction in seeing the horror dawn across Miranda's beautiful features. "It only lasts a few weeks, long enough to let any krogans you pass know what you get up to."

"I didn't know... " Miranda gasped, becoming aware of the meaning behind Grunt's devious glances in the audience chamber. Stumbling back against the wall of exposed framework and circuitry, she cast her blue eyes up, feeling a sickeningly familiar tremor at her core when she locked onto Pokaad's orange eyes. "It was a mistake, it never should have happened."

"Not buying it. No being mistakenly ends up as a krogan's bed mate, especially a human. Few members of the other races have what it takes to physically cope with what my species can do," Pokaad corrected her, stepping towards the wilting Cerberus operative. Once he was within range, he lifted a hand and planted it upon Miranda's stunning rear, this time leaving no doubt that it had been a deliberate act. "If Okeer's pet -- Grunt I hear he calls himself -- selected you out of all the females on that gleaming ship of yours, then he must've known you were capable of taking krogan cock. Or am I wrong."

"You're wrong!" Miranda hissed, putting enough force behind each syllable to make her response as believable as possible, only to feel Pokaad's other hand winding around her thigh.

"Am I? So you wouldn't want me to call the others up here? I know you've experienced what one member of my species can do, imagine what three could be capable of," Pokaad suggested, grinning widely when he saw Miranda's breath catch in her throat, feeling her body respond to his words. "Your friends will be away for hours, and the sounds of the repairs will mask the sound. Just give me the word, human, and we'll make Grunt look exactly like the inexperienced lab experiment he is. D'you want me to give the word?"

"Yes," Miranda breathed, succumbing to the danger she so craved. "Just hurry up before I change my mind and throw you out if this wreck!"

"Feisty, I like it," Pokaad grinned, realising his grip of her as he ambled over to the open door. "Rakish! Lition! The lady demands your presence."

Miranda wringed her hands nervously, listening to the sounds of heavy steps colliding with the metal wrungs of the ladder. Her chest swelled rapidly, forcing her breasts to strain against her suit as her heart rate accelerated. She could hardly believe what she had done, and had even more difficulty coming to terms with how easily she had done it. But any semblance of coherent thought departed once the other two krogans hoisted their bulks into the Tomkah, joining Pokaad in leering at the comparatively diminutive Miranda.

"I knew my nose wasn't wrong," Rakish licked his scale covered lips. "I knew the second I spotted her that we were going to have some fun. She acted so high and mighty, but she caves just as easily at the prospect of getting fucked to her limit."

"She wouldn't be the first to travel all this way to receive only what a krogan can give," Lition agreed, jabbing a finger in the direction of Miranda. "As sexy as the outfit is, I think it'd be easier to strip out of it. Wouldn't want to risk tearing it, otherwise those friends of yours might just figure out what you got up to when they return."

Miranda balked at the suggestion, feeling three sets of eyes all watching her in anticipation, waiting for her to make a move. Again, Miranda couldn't fight her lust, not when the sweet relief she so craved was within reach. She lifted a hand to the tunic flap of her suit, parting it as her finger skirted along the seam, revealing her black lace bra and panties once it was fully unzipped. Fear began to rear its head when she spotted the trio salivating profusely at the sight, with Pokaad already fighting to release the catch holding his crotch plate in place.

Miranda barely had time to unlock the clasp of her bra before Pokaad lunged, tearing the fabric away viciously out of impatience. In similar fashion, he wrapped a thick finger around the elastic of her panties, giving it a single tug to rip the stitching apart, exposing Miranda's glistening pussy for the three to see.

"I don't think I've ever seen tits this glorious on a human before. She's built like a matriarch," Rakish said, cupping one of Miranda's breasts tightly between his fingers, burning with desire as he kneaded the soft skin. "Saying it's our lucky day would be an understatement."

"I wouldn't be so quick to say that," Lition sized Miranda up, observing her with the predatory gleam his species were renowned for. "Her body is fantastic, but does she know how to use it?"