Krogan Hunter (Companion Story)

Krogan Hunter

By DudeBulge

My prey was about twenty feet away, cautiously taking a drink. I stayed nearly motionless as I watched him, attempting to gain some insight while making calculations in my mind. If I was going to take the big male down I needed a plan. He was wary, but also perhaps a bit skittish. He didn’t come to this particular watering hole often, but I did. I readied myself and when he lowered his head to take another sip, I made my move.

The big Krogan looked up just as I sat down on the empty bar stool next to him. His shining red eyes, which seemed so small in his large reptilian head studied me carefully.

“What are you having there?” I asked, showing little interest.

“It’s a Krogan drink. Burukh.” He grunted in a deep, alien voice. About as much of a response as I expected from him honestly.

“And is it good here? Can you taste the burn?” I asked, setting the trap.

He actually cocked his large, armored head to give me slightly more of his attention. “Hm, you know your drinks. It tastes alright. About as good as a Turian can make.” He said and grunted again, nodding at our bartender.

I motioned to said bartender, a rather paunchy fellow wearing a neat vest and shirt that fit him snugly.

“Another Burukh, and you know what?” I said, as I looked at the Krogan to my left who was watching me carefully. When I turned toward him though he quickly glanced away. I decided to bait the trap. “Make that two.” I added.

The drinks arrived a short time later, on fire as they should be, and I pushed one of the glasses towards my new drinking buddy.

“What’s this for?” He asked gruffly.

“Your glass is almost empty, and I know for a fact the Burukhs are pretty damn good here.” I said. “So have another, on me.”

He narrowed his eyes as he scanned me for intention, but then thought better of it, and looked down appreciatively at the offering. He blew off the fire and took a large gulp while the liquid was still hot and smoking. I followed suit and did the same. The drink still burned, but it enhanced the rich flavors.

“Not bad for a human.” He said quietly, after watching me take my swig.

The Krogan held the glass between both of his large hands and shifted his considerable weight atop the stool. He was a large fellow, just beyond middle age. At his lower jaw he wore a spiky beard of grey tusks. Atop his head were thick plates of dark reddish-brown and quite impressive. He seemed like he might be trying to come up with something more to say, not often a strong suit among members of his race. I decided to take it upon myself.

I pointed to my own face and drew a line with my finger across my lip, mirroring a significant scar the old Krogan had. “Is there a story to that? Or you just cut yourself shaving?” I asked him.

He let out a loud ‘HA!’ and actually grinned at my joke. Krogan aren’t typically what most folks would consider handsome by any stretch of the imagination, but I thought he looked alright. Maybe a bit better than average even.

The reptile took another sip and absently licked the edge of his maw afterward. “My old squad ran afoul of a monstrously big Thresher Maw some years back on Tuchanka. Six of them were killed by it, but I survived, and took it out, just not before it gave me this scar and a couple more to match. Got some of its teeth in my armor here!” He told me proudly, and pointed at the custom-made pauldrons of his long jacket.

His story was likely exaggerated slightly, but I believed the bulk of it. The important part was he was opening up, feeling comfortable around me. In fact he seemed more at ease than many of the others by this point.

“That’s a good story. Threshers ain’t nothin’ to be taken lightly.” I told him and nodded.

He raised a craggy eyebrow. “You ever deal with one?”

“Sure have, though I was in a vehicle with heavy arms. I wouldn’t be foolhardy enough to go toe-to-toe with one!” I said.

He gave me a look of begrudging respect. “Not bad, human.” He said and raised his glass in salute.

“It’s Cliff.” I told him and gave him my hand.

He took it in a vice-like grip and shook it. “You can call me Naks.”

We talked for another half hour or so, him going on about old military exploits, me about some of my more noteworthy runs as a mostly reputable smuggler. Of course we had a few more drinks too. I wanted him feeling good and loose for when I broached the next subject. We were having a nice time, getting to know each other a bit, warming up to one another, but that wasn’t quite where I wanted the evening to go.

“How long have you been on Omega?” I asked.

“Just got in earlier tonight. Long damn way to get here too.” He griped.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm. Retired from the army, so now I just run freight back and forth. Need to keep myself busy, ya know?”

“Sure do.” I said. So he was a space trucker, I had guessed that was the case when I first spotted him. The way he was dressed, and just the timing of his arrival on Omega Station indicated that.

“Anyone else on your ship with you?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Why?” He asked, suspicion edging into his voice.

Well it was now or never. I had done as much as I could do subtly to gain his trust, time for something more overt.

“I wanna know how lonely you’re feeling tonight.” I said flatly and looked him dead in the eyes.

Now, something you should know about dealing with Krogans: You have to be direct with them. They absolutely hate beating around the bush, mind games and stuff like that. They appreciate straightforward language. Did I risk spooking him? Did I worry about the big fella taking a swing at me because he didn’t like my implication? Yeah, but this wasn’t my first hunt and I knew the risks.

He blinked at me, a touch of surprise in his expression and then turned to his empty glass. “I’ve only had three drinks tonight, and you’re not as charming as you think.” He said plainly.

“So what you’re saying is, a couple more drinks and I’ll be just charming enough?”

The corners of his wide mouth turned slightly upwards. “I’ve been running freight on a strict schedule for weeks and this is my first real time off. Maybe I’m even feeling horny enough to consider rutting with a human.” He said. “You sure you can handle a man like me though?”

“Oh I suspect I can.” I said with some well-earned confidence on the matter. The trap in my mind snapped shut on the guy.

Within an hour we had each enjoyed one more drink and made our way to his rented room in one of the dodgier ends of the station. He seemed like he might still be a bit nervous. I wondered how many humans, or males for that matter he had been with, but I honestly didn’t care too much. The hunt was nearing its end and I was about to savor my prize. I helped him out of his jacket and pants, running my hands over his powerful body. Once our clothes were shed however, what shyness he may have been exhibiting was gone. He grabbed me up in his arms and forced his thick tongue into my mouth which I sucked eagerly. His cock, now that it was free of his underwear prodded almost painfully into my gut, the thing was so damn hard as he embraced me. We were both getting good and worked up and I caught my first whiff. Fuck, it was so good my knees almost buckled.

“Get on the bed.” I ordered.

The older Krogan climbed eagerly onto the bed on his knees and elbows. Naks looked back at me and shook his big, meaty rear in my direction. Between his massive thighs, four round, full testicles swung back and forth, almost mesmerizing me. He may have played a little hard to get, but he certainly seemed to know this part of the drill.

“This what ya want, ‘funk junky?’” He asked and chuckled.

“Yeah, just like that.” I said and took my position behind him.

It wasn’t my favorite term or anything, but fuck, it was accurate after all. I knelt at the side of the bed and brought my face in close to his pucker. I inhaled deeply, and the scent of his nuts, his ass, his undercarriage filled my nostrils. It was sweat, musk, something indescribably male and more. Aw geez, how do I even describe this? If ya ain’t never been with a Krogan male, you can’t possibly understand. They exude this pheromone when they’re sexually excited. Pores in their genitals and lining their assholes create this funk of… Heaven. It obviously works on other Krogan too of course, but on humans, especially human males it’s like a drug. Now before you turn up your nose, it’s a drug with no lasting or negative effects. It just, makes sex more intense, the sensations beyond pleasurable, it makes my whole body feel like a throbbing, tingling sex organ, and yeah, I can’t get enough. I’ve barely been with other humans in years. Interestingly, the older a Krogan gets, the more intense the pheromones seem to be, like they’re more concentrated or something. Eventually that changes as a Krogan gets real old, but Naks here was ripe, perfect.

I slobbered all over his backside, lapping at his opening like a hungry dog, pushing inside past his tight muscles and making him moan. He reached back and spread himself so I could go deeper. I grabbed his fat fuckin’ prick as I rimmed him, jerking the slippery thing up and down, causing his precum to drip like honey. I lowered my mouth to his pendulous balls and sniffed. My head spun and became light as I tried to suckle each of the four into my mouth in turn. They were nearly too big, but I managed to lovingly pull all four into my mouth one at a time to polish ‘em. I could hear him groaning and moaning as I showed him the best time I could. I rubbed my red-bearded face over his sensitive parts, making him shiver and squirm. I continued on like this, shoving my face and mouth into every crevice of him, starving for his body like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. At one point he had to lie down and take a break, pulling me into his arms as he caught his breath.

“I’m not ready to stop.” I said breathlessly, and my voice seemed so far away, like someone else was speaking. Old Naks’ pheromones were having quite an effect.

“I know, I know, and I wouldn’t dream of stopping you. I just, you’re so intense! I need a moment.” The big Krogan explained, and his face showed me an exceptionally wide, toothy grin. I felt proud to make the guy feel that good honestly.

After what felt like an eternity, though in reality was probably only a handful of minutes, he released me back to my prize which I lavished my affection on. His entire scrotum pair and rear dripped with my spit and after gagging myself hoarse on the thing, so did his fat pink cock. As for me, I hadn’t touched my own dick at all, but it was hard as steel and ready to blow at any moment. My whole body felt like it was in a constant state of continuous orgasm when I was soaking up the alien’s musk, so actually shooting my wad wasn’t the main focus of tonight.

I may have been slobbering over him for hours, I honestly couldn’t tell you, but he suddenly said something that brought me back to reality.

“Fuck me, human!” He bellowed.

Now that was new, even for a seasoned Krogan hunter like me. Typically, these guys were willing to get with a human guy because it’s sort of a game for them too. Find a human who knows how fantastic the pheromone feels and get them to service a happy Krogan all night. It’s a bit of a power trip for the majority of them. They usually don’t even swing my way, but who’s gonna pass up a night of getting their cock sucked, their ass rimmed and their four balls drained by someone in abject body-worshipping mode? I been fucked before too, and them Krogan cocks tend to be thick. They ain’t shy about getting ‘em in deep either! I admit to walking funny after a long night of pheromone intake. Still, I had never heard one of these horny toads ask to be fucked. That was an exciting prospect.

I didn’t ask him to repeat himself, and all of my saliva and tongue-service had made him nice and slick, good and loose. I got up on my knees and pressed my head against his welcoming bud. It opened up for me and I slid easily inside, feeling his walls guide me all the way in to my balls. I sighed and began a nice, real slow speed. As I’ve said, my manhood was ready to blow at a moment’s notice. On the bed ahead of me the big fellow moaned deeply and reached back, grabbing my hairy ass to pull me in deep. Who knew they could make such sexy sounds when they wanted to?

Now I want to tell you I gave that old boy the ride of his life, that I fucked him into the early morning hours, but, well, I cummed within a couple minutes and then collapsed onto his broad, scaled back. I couldn’t even count how many ropes I must’ve shot up inside of him. With my physical orgasm over, the otherworldly funk-induced one mostly subsided. My cock still wasn’t ready to deflate however and my partner took advantage of that fact. Naks moved me onto my back and sat right down on my cock as he faced me. He was warm and oozing inside and despite having just blown my wad, I still liked the feel. He was grinning like an idiot. I wasn’t even doing the work at that point, but he was determined to get the fuck he deserved out of me. No complaints here.

He pistoned his sturdy body up and down on my manhood as those great big nuts of his slapped repeatedly against my belly. I reached forward with both hands and gripped his dripping cock, squeezing it as I stroked him and it didn’t take him much longer to join me in cumming. His thick load erupted out of him, covering my bald head, beard and chest in his slime. He grunted a series of low bellows while he squirted, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm came to a final, dribbling finish. He laid down heavily on the bed next to me, causing my body to bounce on the mattress.

“Thanks for that.” Naks said, and began to lap up the spunk he had drenched me with.

“Please, believe me, you deserve all the thanks. Best tasting guy, maybe I’ve ever had.” I said, in all seriousness as I scooped up some of his leftovers, licking them from my fingers.

He was quiet then, and rolled onto his side to look me over.

“Anything else about me you liked?”

Again he caught me off-guard. “I sure liked you letting me fuck you. That is certainly a rarity.”

“You’re handsome, Cliff.” He said. “And, I liked talking with you in the bar tonight. I knew what you wanted of course, like all human males who start talking to me in situations like that but…”

He fell silent.

I rolled over to my side to face him. “But what?” I asked, genuinely interested.

“Well I’ve known about you funk junkies, thought about it for awhile, but you were still my first time, doing that I mean.”

“You had me fooled.” I said.

“I’ve been thinking about it for years, and finally got my nerve up. Lucky me it was such a sweet human to be my first.”

“Oh I ain’t sweet.” I assured him. “I wanted some mind-blowing Krogan sex, and you didn’t disappoint. Don’t heap too much praise on me.”

He laughed again. “Ah, so this was just about the sex then. I suppose I should just be happy with that.”

“You’re not?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Well,” He began, and I swear to God he blushed. “It might be a dumb question, given your intentions, but, would you want to spend the night with me? Maybe grab a bite in the morning?”

I was stunned. I’d slept with dozens of these guys, and never, not once, had one of them ever hinted at wanting something more involved. I wasn’t prepared for it, I didn’t know what to say.

“It’s fine if not.” He said, though I could see he was crestfallen.

“I got nowhere else to be tonight.” I told him. “I know a pretty good breakfast spot nearby. They make really tasty omelettes.”

He smiled broadly and rested one of his hands on my chest. “I look forward to it.” He said.

Never met a Krogan who liked cuddling after, this guy was just full of surprises.

Now don’t go thinking I had nothing but the best intentions. Mostly I was hoping for more sex in the morning, but… I’d been single for years, and the prospect of having a boyfriend again, well I didn’t overly mind it. Maybe it was about time to give that another shot.

We got up and showered, getting the stink off and coming back to reality a little while we did. I’d still be in a euphoric haze from his scent for an hour or so, but I always looked forward to that lingering effect. When we went back to bed, he fell asleep immediately but I was still mostly awake. I thought back over the last few hours. A chance meeting in a bar where I had carefully executed my plans to get this big fella in the sack, and now I was spending the night in his arms, wondering about our first ‘date’ in the morning. I shook my head at the notion of it but smiled under my mustache. Guess Naks had set a trap of his own.

END