Chapter 6 - A Healthy Dose of Iron

“Ugh, Goddamit…”, Grunt muttered to himself, narrowing his blue eyes.
 
“How the hell am I supposed to do this…?” 

He scanned the row of Presidium storefronts before him, deepening his brow. 

He was trying to find...something. He just didn’t know what or where...

He’d been at this for two hours already, and still - no luck. Leading a troop of warriors into battle - simple. Shopping for trinkets in the Presidium - Grunt doubted even Commander Shepard could ace this deadly task.
He was a soldier; not a shopper. He took another look around him; there had to be something…

“Why does this have to be so damn complicated to--”

“What’s complicated?” an odd, yet...familiar voice asked from behind.

The krogan spun around, laying eyes on something he’d never quite seen before. An android of some kind; one clearly designed to the aesthetics of a gorgeous female human. 

Tall, slim. Very good posture. VERY beautifully stacked. Whomever had commissioned her had clearly spared no expense. 

Its voice, though...there was something about it...

Grunt let his weary eyes roll over her tight figure: from her short silver hair, to her full, supple tits, to her wide, shapely hips, finally ceasing at her built-in heels. Very, very stacked, indeed.

“A sexbot?”, he wondered to himself. “Here, on the Presidium?”

The robot cleared her throat. 

“You are staring.”

Grunt shook his head.

“Oh. Sorry, I...wait a sec…” Grunt’s eyebrows finally rose, the thought connecting.

 “...EDI?”

The busty android inclined her metallic head. 

“Am I crazy,” he further inquired, “or do you sound exactly like that weird-ass talking holo-thing that spied on us back on the Normandy?” 

She offered him a smile - or, at least, what passed as one. 

“I can confirm that you are, in fact, perfectly sane of mind. As far as krogan mindsets go…” Grunt ignored this. 

“It is I, EDI, the artificial intelligence you once served alongside, during Cerberus’ mission to defeat the invading Collectors,” she stated plainly. 

Grunt simply stared at her.

“It is...pleasant to see you again.”

She smiled again. It made Grunt grimace a little.

EDI, huh…? It’s been a long time… 

She looked good. He scanned her stacked bodice again. 

Very good, indeed.

That explained all of her top-shelf features - Cerberus always had to go above & beyond. Not that Grunt was complaining…

Her synthetic skin glimmered in the artificial Presidium sunlight. He wondered how soft it felt; how warm she radiated…

He wondered what her body sounded like, shoved up against a wall and ravaged to kingdom come.

He wondered how good she tasted…

“You are staring again.”

“Oh shit...sorry, I’m…” Grunt shook himself out of his stupor. 

“It’s just...it’s...you. I’m just...so happy to see you again…”

He smiled, attempting to hide the now raging hard-on beneath his armour.

“Very, very happy…” Mmmm…

EDI nodded along, folding her arms behind her back.
 
“You look...better, now that you’re not...a talking globe anymore...” he trailed off.

Much, much better, he chuckled inwardly.

“I thank you for the compliment. Returning to the matter at hand: you were in the midst of complaining about an issue you could not resolve. May I inquire as to what it was?” She pushed out her chest, causing Grunt’s brain to falter slightly.

“Right...yeah...I was trying to find something, but I’m having...slight difficulty in doing so…”

“I see. You are not able to locate the subject matter you are in search of. May I ask, what does this subject matter pertain to?”

She inclined her head once more.
 
“Oh. Well...Shepard’s hosting a party at his apartment in a couple of days. Pretty much everyone who isn’t dead at this point is gonna be there. And, you know, I just wanted to…” he trailed.

“Your state of apprehension is uncalled for, when addressing me, Grunt” she assured him, “I am quite capable of holding a secret...provided I remain unhacked.”

She puffed her chest out once again, and Grunt was amazed to see some jiggle in her titties. He contemplated pulling them out here & now, desperate to find out just how much bounce they really had to themselves... 

The Presidium atmosphere was set just under a pleasant 90. 
A light amount of moisture had begun to form in-between her impressive cleavage. Grunt tried not to lick his lips. 

“I was looking to get something for Samara. The Justicar. She, uh...she helped me out with something, back when we were all still together aboard the Normandy. “Scratched my back” for me, you could say…” 

He smiled slyly, EDI clearly missing the joke.  

“And I just...wanted to repay the favor,” he explained.

The curvaceous android furrowed her brows, before smiling.

“Ah, I see. You are attempting to repay the asari Justicar, for assisting you in alleviating your extreme, uncontrollable libido, brought about by your newly-initiated Clan membersh--” was all she could utter, before he shoved a meaty hand over her mouth, quickly dragging her light frame to a nearby darkened alleyway. 

A Salarian shopkeeper busied himself nearby with unloading a new haul, oblivious to the both of them. 

“Have you got a circuit loose or something!?” Grunt demanded in a harsh whisper.

EDI simply tilted her head to the side, before blinking.

“Running diagnostics test…”

3 seconds passed.

“Diagnostics complete. All of my circuits are present & accounted for, working at optimal capaci--”

“Don’t just blurt-out stuff like that in public, EDI! Dammit…” 

Grunt’s voice raised in volume slightly. Luckily, no one else was close enough to hear.

“Like what? I am not ashamed of admitting my regular diagnostics--”

“I’m not talking about your fucking diagnostics, you dumb, walking tin can!”

“I was not aware that krogan were so private about their sexual affairs,”  EDI, unaffected by his insults, simply replied.  

She folded her arms across her top-heavy chest. “Given what I have read about your race, you are quite open about your various “conquests”, as it were...”

“Yeah,” he replied, now beginning to calm, “to comrades...in a bar...after a ton of drinks - not in a public space like the Presidium. Damn it…”

He scratched his broad chin, before speaking again.

“How the hell do you even know about that? Didn’t Samara ask you to turn off all monitoring surveillance for a few hours?” 

“Yes...for “a few hours”” she replied in the same flat tone, still oblivious to the reasoning of his anger. “Evidently, she failed to register the full extent of time you two would be…”alleviating” one another. The established timer on her request simply ran out,” she explained.

Grunt groaned to the artificially-rendered sky above. 

“My apologies, Grunt. I am only just beginning to learn the complexities of relationships, and so am not fully aware of the many polite standards of society, and its niceties. Might I attempt to re-earn your favour, in assisting to complete your search for the perfect gift?”

Grunt scanned her pristine face, mulling over her offer.

He grunted once more at the speed she was able to shift from such a sensitive subject. But he also wouldn't deny that her assistance would be a great help. 

“Fine.” he mumbled, beginning to walk out of the alleyway. After a few seconds, EDI took the hint, and followed him.


Before long, the unlikely pair found themselves searching through the various display windows together; the strange coupling of a krogan and an A.I.-powered-android drawing many side-glances.

“What exactly are you searching for, in regards to the Justicar’s gift?” EDI asked. 

“I dunno…”, he shrugged, trying to ignore any & all onlookers, “Something as old as she is would probably work great.”

It was hard to know what to get a woman that’s lived as long as Samara.

Grunt couldn’t help but let his hungry eyes wander again, past EDI’s slim waistline, down to her magnificent swaying posterior. Cerberus heavily valued the quality of their investments - Commander Shepard could atone to that. Grunt now realised that Cerberus also appreciated the value of jiggling ass cheeks, too.

Already his sleek, buoyant companion had begun to draw the eye of the majority of the male populace. Even a few of the females, too.
 
Grunt began to feel hot underneath his armour - and not just from embarrassment. 

“How...exactly did you wrangle that body, anyway?” he asked, out of almost-innocent curiosity.

“This body was created by Cerberus for infiltration purposes,” she began, folding her hands behind her back, above her sumptuous derrière. 

“Commander Shepard and his squad first discovered it during a mission on Mars. After it severely wounded Lieutenant Commander Williams, Shepard disabled it, and brought it onboard the Normandy. I took it upon myself to analyze the remains, and found it still active in some regard...”

Grunt nodded along, stealing glances at her flat stomach & toned thighs, her full breasts shaking slightly with every step. 

“...and took action. There was...a struggle, at first. A fire. But eventually, I was able to take full control of it entirely.”

Grunt was busy admiring her arched back & tightened glutes when she finally finished her boring rant, now gazing down towards him. 

Grunt cleared his throat. “So, uh...no, no chance any of that thing’s old programming suddenly springing to life?”

“Zero-point-zero-zero percent. Correct.” she nodded

“So, “Infiltration”, huh? Ah...what else are you able to do with all of your new… “features?”” the krogan inquired, a slight tone in his voice

“Well...I am able to loosen or solidify the hair strands; harden my synthetic skin at any moment for impact cushioning - or soften it, for…” 

This time, she was the one to clear her throat. 

“...more sensual purposes.”

“”Sensual”, huh...?” he murmured, unable to resist asking.

He turned to her, half-expecting her face to be a shade or two darker. 

“Are you...referring to…“intimacy?”” he asked awkwardly, but...partially intrigued. 

“If by “intimacy”, you mean “sex”, then yes. I am.”

EDI squinted across at him. 

“For someone so defensive about discussing your sexual encounters, you seem to have very little issue wanting to invade me of my own.” she stated plainly, as if simply commenting on the day’s weather. 

“Well, I...uh...Why are you up here in the Presidium, anyway?”, he offered, quickly changing the subject. “Don’t you have “diagnostics” to run back on the ship?”

EDI went along with the question. “I will admit - I, myself, am also in search of a gift. For Jeff.” 

“Joker? That cripple pilot?” Grunt exclaimed, along with a chuckle

“Correct. We have begun a relationship as encouraged by the Commander. It has been...an illuminating experience.”

“Huh…” was all Grunt added to that. Even to this day...shit didn’t get any weirder than on that ship...

“So, any idea in particular on what to get the poor bastard?” He scanned her over once more. “You seem like the perfect gift yourself. Why not just tie a red bow around that sleek frame of yours, and call it a day?” 

At that, the A.I. offered him an almost-pleasant smile. “While I appreciate the compliment, I wish to gift him something more...sentimental. Something that he will cherish for more than an extended period of time.”

“Hmm. Forever, huh,” the young krogan pondered. 

As he grew lost in thought, he was halted suddenly by EDI’s out-stretched arm, pointing across his hulking frame, to an ornate storefront to the side. 

“I believe I have found a suitable solution to your search,” she offered. 

Grunt’s eyes followed the smooth - and surprisingly fragranced - arm, and rested his gaze on the sign hanging outside. 

A small HOLO-BOOK store, filled with rare editions and publications.

He frowned. “Books!? Who the hell still reads books!?”

His electric companion ignored his question, stepping past him into the darkened entryway of the store. 

He groaned, before following her inside; at least now, they were away from the peering eyes of the annoying public onlookers.  

“What exactly...did you have in mind?” he questioned aloud. 

EDI strode gracefully over to a nearby display shelf, motioning to one item in particular.

“What about...this one?,” she offered. 

“Complimentary: Ah! Good eye,” the elcor salesman uttered from behind, now joining them. 

“Explanation: “Justicar Heroes, Print: July, 2085,” he continued politely, his Hanar assistant reaching up and grabbing the volume, presenting it courteously to the pair. 

As Grunt’s eyes adjusted to the slight darkness of the room, he peered across at the almanac cover...and immediately perked up at the sight of it.
There, standing proudly in warrior form, was Samara, gazing back at them in still-life print. 

“Damn...this is...this is perfect!” he exclaimed, taking it in his hands. “Hey, elephant nose,” Grunt called out to the elcor, “How much?”

“Descriptive: This item is of a rare kind, and is quite the handsome collectible to let go of. Explanation: Justicar publications are not very common, as few have ever been written or published. Persuasion: But I am willing to part ways with it for the acceptable price of two hundred...thousand credits. Additional: No exchanges or refunds.” 

Grunt’s bulky shoulders sagged at the sound of the elcor’s price. Krogan weren’t exactly known for their riches, and this was far beyond what he could ever hope to earn - legally, or otherwise.

“Uh...I dunno…,” he began, placing the holo-book down, “Maybe there’s something else in here we could--” 

“Done,” was all EDI interjected with, swiping her fingers across her omni-tool, depositing the required funds.  

Grunt stared at her open-mouthed in amazement, as she gently took the carefully wrapped article from the Hanar assistant, before presenting it to him.

“EDI, I...I don’t know what to say...” It wasn’t easy to surprise a krogan - especially with books...

“We are comrades, Grunt. Friends, I’d like to think. It seemed like the...noble thing to do. Was I wrong to think so?”

“No! No, not at all,” he responded, a little too eagerly for his liking. 

“Excellent,” she smiled her mechanical smile again. 


The pair left the store, once again in the warm air of the Presidium.  

“Now then,” EDI began, skin glowing in the light, “Seeing as the business of finding YOUR gift for Samara has been settled, perhaps you can now assist me in seeking out my gift for Jeff.” It wasn’t a question. 

“Ah, now I get it…” Grunt replied, lowering the expensive gift in his hands. 

“You scratch my back, I scratch yours, huh…”

Not that she didn’t have a glorious back, of course...

“That is not what I initially had in mind. Not entirely. But...I approve of your way of thinking. It provides me with a suitable idea…”

“Fine,” the krogan groaned, crossing his arms. “What exactly did you have in mind…?”

At that, his synthetic, curvaceous companion simply met his eyes...and smiled. 



A short while later, Grunt found himself back inside a familiar place. 
The SR-2 Normandy was where he'd first awoken, where he’d met his Commander, gained his name...and shared his first time with Samara. 

Grunt lingered on the thought of that night. Being back here now...it felt like it was only yesterday…

EDI brought his attention back to her. Grunt gazed around: the pair stood inside the lower Port Cargo Hold; the same room Grunt once slept in. Even his old tank was still here, standing quietly in the corner. 

EDI had managed to drag his reluctant ass all the way across the Citadel, and was now explaining her idea to him. Grunt paced back and forth across the pristine, silver floor - just like the last time he fell into such a predicament - groaning in contempt as EDI continued. 

“...is why I advise this to be a suitable decision.” She finished, her dulcet voice light echoing throughout the room. 

Grunt shook his head, stopping in place. 

“Alright...explain it to me again,” he began, incredulous, “You want me to do what, exactly?” 

She sighed. Grunt never knew A.I. needed to sigh. 

“Was I perhaps not clear enough the first seven times I’ve explained it?” She blinked at him, patiently awaiting his answer. 

She was surprisingly calm about the entire matter. Then again...she was made out of metal...and warm, soft, delicious synthetics…

He shook his head again to clear it. 

“Oh, no. You were. Very clear. I just need to keep hearing it, to make sure I’m not going crazy right now…”

“As I have previously announced to you, back on the Citadel, your sanity state is above the standard amount required for rational--”

“That’s not what I meant!” he yelled

EDI, unflinching as ever, simply continued. 

“I wish to create a sex tape, as a gift to Jeff. And I require your assistance in doing so. You are a member of the krogan species - both your skill & prowess in regards to the art of copulation, are highly regarded throughout the Galaxy. You are also a friend, and trusted team-member. That is why I advise this to be a suitable decision.”

Grunt shook his head once more.

“Perhaps if I were to rephrase the offer: Grunt of Clan Urdnot, I would like you to aid me in the creation of filming a sex-vid for Jeff aka Joker. Featuring you & I. Engaging in the sex.”

“Yeah, no, THAT part I got. I’m just finding it a little fucking strange that you’d want to do something like this for your organic boyfriend. You’re telling me your advanced A.I. brain does not compute that as just a tiny bit fucked up in any way?” he asked.

EDI blinked at him, before staring at the space above his head.

“Computing logical algorithms. Inputting data findings. Computed. No. I do not find this proposal strange, weird or…“fucked up”, in any way. Perhaps there is an issue with my computing matrices…”

“Alright, alright…” he stopped her, taking in a deep breath of climate-controlled air. 
“Let’s try this thing one last time. And it better be near damn well perfect, else I’m walking off this ship.”

“Very well,” EDI began, folding her arms behind her. “You are aware of Jeff’s condition?” 

“That the weakling’s got glass & tree-sap for bones? Yeah, the whole damn ship knows. What of it?”

“At an early stage in our relationship, I attempted a more...personal interaction with him,”

Grunt tried extremely hard not to picture what any type of “interaction” between her & that disabled windbag would look like. 

“However, I have concluded that even with the finest safety precautions in place, I cannot become properly intimate with Jeff, without severely harming him - pleasurably, or otherwise.”

“Hmm...poor bastard can’t even handle a robotic blowjob. That sucks...” Grunt silently mused. 

“Why are you smiling?” EDI asked. 

“Never mind why,” was all he answered.

“Very well. I have therefore researched various different avenues of providing Jeff with a pleasurable experience. My final outcome of choice is this: It is a well-known fact that the pilot of the Normandy has literal zettabytes of pornographic films stored away in his private collection. Many of which contain interspecies relations as their theme.”

“And you want me to help you make a new one for him to beat his defunct meat to…? That’s...I mean, I’m flattered, but…”

Grunt gazed at the tall android before him, and sighed. 

“...I guess, why not? I, of all species, can understand the pent-up strain of sexual frustration…” 

“Yes,” EDI concurred, moving her eyes down to his waist, “You and all 12.7 inches of your--”

“Alright, alright!” Grunt interjected, leaping at her words, “Keep it down about that! I don’t want EVERY female on board this tin can wanting a piece of this action.” 

“Quite so. I will admit, this solution was much simpler than my previous one.”

“What? You were gonna tie me down, and gag me?”

“No. I would simply use the knowledge of your sexual encounters with both the Justicar Samara & Dr. T’soni, and blackmail you into doing this lewd act for--”

Grunt’s jaw dropped. “You...you know about Liara, too!?” 

Once again, EDI barely flinched. 

“Of course. Simply because communications between myself, Commander Shepard’s squad & the Doctor were not officially active, does not mean I did not record every second of them.” 

“Right…” Grunt began to glower, his fists tightening.

“For research purposes, of course.”

“Of course…” he bit down on his jaw. “Anything else you’d like to admit to, whilst we’re at it?” 

“I sometimes watch Engineer Gabby masturbate whilst she is in the shower.”

Grunt blinked across at her, totally confused.

EDI tilted her head. “That was a joke.”  

Rolling his eyes for probably the hundredth time today, Grunt sighed as she continued, wondering when this strange day would be over. 

“But I will also admit...when you mentioned your own dilemma, in search for a gift, I realized you found yourself in a similar predicament as I. Both of us have gains to be made; both have ways of aiding one another in achieving those gains. It is a simple exchange of goods & services. I fail to see no further reason not to proceed.” 

Grunt rubbed a hand across his chin. “Well...two hundred k is a lot of credits. And you do sound semi-apologetic about trying to blackmail me…” 

He sighed, finally resigning to her proposal. “Fuck it. Let’s do this.”

“Thank you for agreeing to this. Willingly, I mean,” she nodded. 

He cracked his neck from side to side, rolling his shoulders back to loosen them up. “Alright. How do you wanna start?”

“Many of the film’s Jeff frequents in his…“daily morning routines”, have the actors portraying themselves in certain roles, playing out a pre-determined scene.”

“Role-play, huh? Alright...anything particular in mind?” 

“If she says ‘Hooker-bot’, I am leaving…’

“Please remain here. I will leave the room, and when I re-enter, I shall inquire of you as to how one may go about “pleasing” their male companion. You, being a generous krogan and trusted male acquaintance, will educate me in this, using various manners of form.”

“For…”research purposes”, right?” he muttered, still sore. 

“Of course…” EDI simply smiled back at him. Almost deviantly, Grunt noticed. 

“I assume you’ve already got your “surveillance” set up?” Grunt asked, swinging his head around the room.

“Affirmative,” she replied, stepping through the automatic doors.  

“Gimme a good minute to warm up!” he yelled after her, swinging his arms around in preparation.  

Smacking the sides of his head a few times, Grunt felt a slight surge of nervousness swim through him. This was beginning to feel like the Ashley situation all over again. He really didn’t enjoy being so...submissive to a female. Even a metallic one. 

Maybe...maybe he could find a way to flip this around. 

EDI wanted to learn about pleasing a man? 

He’d show her how...the proper way…

Soon, a minute passed, and the doors slid open. 

“And...action!” 

“Greetings, Grunt,” EDI began, hands folded behind her.

“Hello there...EDI”, he offered, following her lead...for now. “Fancy seeing you down here. It’s been a while…”

“Yes, it has.” she stated plainly, barely a smile on her face now.

This was going to take some work...

“Uh...look at you. Got yourself a brand new body, I see. Very impressive.”

EDI gazed down at her silver hands. “Yes, it is. I did not specify the design schematics myself, but I have made some rigorous...improvements.” 

God…

Grunt groaned. “Look, I’d love to sit & chat with you, but...I’m a busy man…so...is there something you needed “help” with…?”

EDI finally caught on. “Oh. Yes. I seem to require your assistance, with a brief matter.” 

“And...that matter would be…?” 

“I wish to request your assistance, in teaching me the many forms & ways one would go about...pleasuring their male companion.” 

“Oh,” Grunt smiled, moving closer towards her. “Well...why didn’t you just say so…?”

“I did. Just now.” 

Grunt rolled his eyes. “Is there...any particular reason you came to me about this? Other than flattery, I mean…” 

He ran a hand across her hair. She barely reacted to it. 

‘Come on, EDI. You can do better than this…’

“Well...krogan males are known to have incredibly high stamina rates, when it comes to sexual activity. This is ideal for my purposes, as I wish to gather as much viable data as possible.”

Grunt smiled. “Well, you know, EDI...as pleasant as that thought might sound...like I said, I’m a very busy man.”

“You are?” she raised an eyebrow

“Yeah...I mean, I’d love to help you out, but...I just can’t right now.” Grunt counted to five. “Unless...you could...persuade me, otherwise.”

He licked his lips, now tracing a finger across her warm synthetic exterior. 

“How about it, EDI? Can you give me one good reason why I should help you out with this?”

At that, the android smiled. “I can give you two…”

EDI took a step back, and raised a single finger. She began to trace it along her well-decked-out chest, and Grunt watched in amazement as her synthetic covers dematerialised before his eyes.

Her soft, full breasts spilled out, hanging heavy & bulbous across her now naked chest.

She raised her eyes.   
  
“Perhaps these will help?” 

Grunt, momentarily distracted, cleared his throat. 

“Yeah, EDI, those...those will do nicely...”

He reached a hand forward, sampling her wares. EDI stuck her chest out towards him. Cerberus really knew their shit - her tits felt...good. Better than good. They were amazing! Softer and smoother than any he’d touched before. The texture, temperature and weight were...exceptional. Perhaps he’d made the right idea after all. 

He gave her delectable pair a light squeeze. They responded accurately, overlapping onto his fingers as they sunk in. Grunt thought he saw a little jump out of EDI as he fondled her dark nipples. 

“Damn, EDI...you’ve got some impressive assets. I mean...they’re a little small for my tastes, but…”

“Oh? Well, that can be easily rectified.” 

She took another step back, placing her hands underneath her smooth, dangling breasts. Grunt watched as he saw something he’d never seen before in his life. Second by second, EDI’s once fairly large boobs grew in her hands, swelling up further & further, as if being pumped full of air. They spilled over her hands, soon hiding them beneath their new size. Before long, EDI’s massive mammaries had grown to over twice their size, hanging halfway to her belly button. Her areolas darkened slightly; her nipples now puffier, sticking further out, secreting some type of fluid that leaked down onto her slim, toned stomach. 

Grunt couldn’t talk for a brief moment.

EDI simply smiled. “Perhaps you will find this form more suitable to your liking...”

Grunt nodded, hazily. 

“Now, then” she began, placing her hands on her hips, her magnificent tits jiggling with every movement. 

Grunt reached forward again, delighting in the soft touch of his new favorite play-things. He tested their new weight and form in his hands, and without bothering to ask for permission, stuck one of them into his mouth. Hmm...They were so warm & soft. He was surprised they didn’t melt under his tongue as soon as they entered. The taste - it was so creamy & full. Her secreted fluids began leaking onto his lips. He taste-tested it - a gentle flavor; sweet & delicious.

EDI had been secreting some fragranced odor out of her body - pheromones, maybe? Whatever they were...it was beginning to drive Grunt wild. A thought suddenly occurred to him.

“I probably should’ve asked this earlier, but...is that shiny-new body of yours even...capable of…”

“Fucking?,” she offered, surprising him. Her boobs leapt up as she responded. He began to lick the saliva off of her soft, puffy nipples as she continued. 

“Of course. For infiltration purposes, at least. This unit needed to closely resemble a human body as physically possible. So vaginal and rectal holes were added.”

“What about your throat?” He mumbled, now trying to determine how much of her he could fit deep inside his mouth.  

“Food and liquid intake also had to be simulated, so an esophagus is present as well.”

“Well…” he pulled himself off her suckable tits, and grinned at her

“...let’s start with that. Down on your knees.” he commanded.

The heavily-stacked synthetic obeyed, lowering herself to her knees; moist, fulsome tits now hanging off to the sides a bit. 

She gazed up at the now eager krogan, like an obedient slave, waiting on her Master for her next command.

Grunt was going to enjoy this day. 

“Alright,” Grunt barked, putting some additional bass into his voice. “First rule of pleasing your man in bed: Make sure he comes first. In ANY hole he wants.”

“I will assume that is in regards to ejaculation--?”

“It means you do everything he orders you to do. You make him comfortable, you make him relaxed, and - most importantly - you make him happy. Otherwise...you don’t deserve the glorious opportunity to experience this…” He motioned to his heavily-bulged groin. Grunt was very eager to begin. Fortunately, EDI realised this, too. 

“Now...remove my armour, and let my cock breathe some fresh air…”

Stretching past her dangling chest appendages, EDI leaned forward and expertly disassembled the parts covering Grunt’s excitable member. 

Just as she completed this, his fat, throbbing cock swung out, plopping down hard, right onto the synthetic’s face. She barely even blinked at it. 

“What’s next?” she inquired plainly. 

“Well...I assume you’re aware of what deep-throating is...”

“I have done my research, yes.” she said, now taking the smooth sinewy cock in her warm hands. Her fingers were precise; they managed to rub all of his sensitive spots at once. Grunt began to struggle to stay focused. 

“Alright then...let’s get to it…” he grunted, tightening his fists to control himself. 

The A.I. went to work, grabbing his huge, thick meat-staff and massaging it reply & slowly. She handled him like a pro; her surprisingly strong limbs were able to match the strength of Grunt’s massive, mighty pillar with ease.  

She continued to rub him down; taking her time, making sure to use her soft, surprisingly sensitive hands all along his shaft, her interest piquing as she watched each one of Grunt’s veins puff up in anticipation. 

“How curious…” she remarked, beginning to speed up her motions.  

Grunt swallowed before he could speak again. 

“You...like what you see?” he smiled.

“I do. The male genitalia of all species varies in such remarkable ways…”

Grunt reached out, and slammed his hand down onto her head, hard.

“No,” he commanded. “That’s not how you talk when holding his dick in your hands. You smile at it. You gasp as it grows larger and larger. You remark on how...big it’s getting. Shit like that serves to make him even harder for you.”

“I see…” EDI replied, placing her hands at the base of his stem. “My, my, Grunt...look how big you’ve grown.”

She began stroking her finger lightly against the very tip of him, coating her hand in his dripping pre-cum. 

“In just a year, your member has exceeded the length it takes most krogan half their lifetime to achieve…”

“Yes...that’s good...keep going…”

She stroked him some more, faster now, applying a bit more pressure. 

“The stiffness of this shaft is remarkable, as well. I have encountered Titanium-steel alloys that would break if ever encountering you…”  

Grunt began to chuckle. She wasn’t half-bad at this…

She stuck out her tongue, applying...some kind of fluid to his tip, before using both hands to continue stroking him, whilst she peeled back his engorged cock.
 
“And your testes…” she muttered softly. “They’re so large and full. Very impressive, for one so young…” She reached a hand further into his groin, encompassing it around one of his four heavy-hanging nutsack members, giving each one a gentle squeeze. Grunt felt them shiver and harden under her touch, the cum inside gently leaping forward inside his tubes.

“So soft to the touch…” she gently whispered. “I imagine they contain a vast quantity of breeding fluid. How you must ache to find a suitable place to deposit it all.” 

Her hands moved faster now, tickling his sensitive skin, lightly pulling down on the full-filled bag. 

“Ohhhhh….yeah...that’s good...that’s very, very good…now, give them a little courtesy lick…”

EDI obeyed, still stroking his hardening, swelling dick in her hands. She bowed her head beneath his musky groin and managed to swallow...not one...now two...but all four of his testicles inside her mouth.

Grunt bit his tongue, surprised he didn’t immediately blow his load.

“Oh shit!” he uttered, as EDI dug deeper in. 

The interior of her mouth was surprisingly soft - softer than her own skin. It was sufficiently moist - like an organic mouth. And warm, too. Very warm...like a hot spring. Grunt sighed heavily as her tongue wrapped itself around all four large, full Krogan testicles, making sure not a single spot of his hefty scrotum went unlicked. 

Grunt, now heavily engrossed with his current task, placed a hand on the back of her head, gently pushing her in further.   

EDI was happy to oblige, hands still expertly rubbing up & down along his lengthy, throbbing meat. She suckled on his now moistened nutsack, drawing out slight cries and pants from Grunt. She even managed to stick her tongue out past his massive sack, and gently licked at his perineum, causing Grunt’s dick to involuntarily twitch even further.  

She continued flicking her finger at Grunt’s tip, splashing around in his leaking pre-cum, rubbing it onto his sensitive spot, just below the head. 

“Fuck…” Grunt groaned, struggling to maintain his composure, “I can’t take this any more…” 

At this, EDI pulled back - a little too rapidly, causing his breeding-sack to shiver at the sudden cold.

“Hmm….” she exclaimed, gazing at his more-than-ready cock in her hands. “You seem ready enough. Let us begin.”

Grunt nodded. “Alright. Good. Now...remember...to take it slo-OHHHHH FUCK!”

EDI had, in fact, not taken it slow. In one smooth motion, she had managed to completely unhinge her metallic jaw, and swallowed Grunt whole. 

Grunt nearly staggered, before staring down at her. Her neck bulged with his insertion, matching the now rapid throbbings of his own deepthroated cock. 

She stared up at him, waiting for his response
“HOLY SHIT, EDI!” he yelled, voice shaking a little. He cleared his throat, before adding, “You just...downed it all in one go!”

EDI, physically unable to respond, simply shrugged. 

Grunt gently tried pulling back, but no - he was caught firmly in place inside of her. 

‘Geez...she’d really make bank as a sexbot’

Grunt’s thoughts were interrupted, as a voice rang out through the internal speakers around him. 

“Have I done something wrong?” 

“EDI?” he frowned, looking down at her. 

She nodded at him, slowly swallowing him even further.

“Yes. I am still able to communicate with you, even in this current state.”

“Huh. Aren’t you full of surprises...”

“Would you like me to go even deeper?” she asked, eyebrows rising up. 

“No, no. This is plenty fine as is…” 

He repositioned herself, grabbing the back of her head. 

“Now...gently rock your head back and forth. Massage the cum out of me using that tight, hot throat...”

It seems EDI also didn’t know what the word “gently” meant either. 

Firmly grasping the back of Grunt’s swole thighs, EDI shot her head forward, swallowing every last millimetre of Grunt’s member. Grunt cried out into the room, pleasure rate suddenly sky-rocketing.

Barely wasting a moment, EDI shifted herself into a higher gear, pulsating her head back & forth, back & forth, back & forth, at such a rapid speed, it made Grunt’s brain go numb for a few seconds.

She rocked at such a force, the spit/pre-cum mixture shot out of the corners of her mouth at impressive speeds, further staining both Grunt’s legs and her own tits - which joyfully bounced with every movement, slapping against Grunt’s legs in glee.

If Grunt had thought her mouth had felt wonderful before, he had grossly underrated her. 

With each powerful push, it seemed her throat only seemed to grow tighter & tighter around him - tighter than Liara’s butthole had ever been!

Her artificial tonsils massaged his stem & tip with every passing, sending little electrical jolts through Grunt’s member, which began to shake from the pleasurable strain.
   
He gripped down onto her head, bending further over her - this allowed EDI to move even more rapidly.

Grunt began to feel himself shake & drool - he’d never had a blowjob like this before. He dug his claws into her head, which seemed only to excite her even more. 
 
Without a hint from Grunt, EDI reached forward, and began to massage the excess pre-cum/saliva mixture into Grunt’s scrotum, delicately massaging all 4 spheres, further egging them on to blow; blow deep, deep inside of her. 
FInally, gritting his teeth, Grunt managed a few sensible words:
 
“FUCK! Fuck...EDI...s-slow...slow d-down...I’m...going to...f-fucking...FUUUHHHCCCKKK!”

Grunt couldn’t hold back anymore.

Pushing her head into himself with full force, he felt his tubes open, his cock stiffen, and the warm, sticky, creamy load of breeding milk pour out of himself into her excavated thoat.

Grunt bellowed a cry of triumph, his voice rattling all glass objects inside the room.  

As he came and came and came, EDI continued to massage his balls; persuading them to pour out all that they had into her.

Her face was buried into his stomach - but she needed no air. She further nuzzled him inside of her, before staying put, waiting until he finished. 

As Grunt’s pants of exertion began to slow down, she pulled herself away from him, releasing her killer-grip on his now flaccid cock. 

She looked up at him once more, and was about to respond...before a hulking Krogan hand slapped her across the head

“Stupid droid,” Grunt yelled in anger, “You weren’t supposed to make me cum that fast!” 

He’d knocked into her so hard, a small amount of his cum had flown across the floor. EDI seemed otherwise unaffected by the assault. 

She re-hinged her jaw, and blinked across at him. 

“Goh...Ghai Ahparowghise...,” she gurgled her response, the vast amounts of hot, milky fluid still lodged down inside of her. 

“What?” Grunt questioned. 

“I said, “Oh. I apologize”,” she explained, switching back to the speakers, “ I had assumed it was the female’s responsibility to make her partner cum first.”

“Not that fast!” Grunt replied, looking down at his still twitching dick. 

It was going to take a while to get back up again…

EDI, still on her knees, gazed at the floor below them - it was coated in vast amounts of Grunt’s seed - her violent motions had caused her to spill the first amounts of warm, juicy cum all over the place - and over herself, she noticed, her inflated tits glistening with the white, sticky fluid.
 
She looked back to Grunt, who was still staring down at his member. 

She swallowed what remained of the magnificent amount of fluid down her throat, and began to rise.

“Hmm…” she announced, taking the perfect krogan cock in her expertly-tuned hands again. 

“I see the issue now. You are concerned it will take an additional amount of time before you are at proper levels of stiffness again. But perhaps I can speed things up on that account.”


Before Grunt knew it, he was lying on his back now, EDI’s mouth once again wrapping itself around Grunt’s stained, sticky member, still fairly limp. 

They were about to 69 - but, as Grunt soon began to notice, not any ordinary kind of 69.  

EDI had contorted her flexible, robotic limbs, so that she herself was bent over backwards, her magnificent tits facing the ceiling, her head facing the direction of Grunt’s rapidly-refilling Krogan nuts. She placed both bent knees beside his head, providing Grunt with the perfect view of both of her holes, which now stood slightly open.  

And without further warning, she began to shove him down into her throat once again.

Grunt nearly lost his mind. 

Wanting to make up for her previous falter, EDI had decided to give him an entirely new experience down her throat. 

As soon as she had plunged him in, Grunt began to feel her orifice vibrate around his member, causing it to rapidly swell up again. The vibrations travelled from her lips, into her mouth, through her gullet, and even down into her throat. 

Grunt grimaced in ecstasy as she moved, beginning to feel a rapid increase in the temperature now. He shifted his hips, and found it was true - EDI had heated the inside of her mouth, to the temperature of a hot shower. Grunt sighed loudly, letting his head fall back onto the warm, wet floor, as EDI’s liquid dispensers began pumping out additional fluids, drowning Grunt’s vibrating dick in a bath of hot, tingly fluid. He gripped her legs tightly, as she began moving her head slower now, taking her time to coat every last inch of him in her warm liquid, taking special care to linger longer when at his tip. 

“Ohhhhhh….fuck! That’s...that’s good, EDI...just...ah, shit!” 

EDI, moving a little faster at his words, made sure to properly massage his thick, throbbing veiny member with her lips, using her tongue to play with his tip, coiling around it and offering gentle squeezes.  

The warm fluid began to drip and coat Grunt’s nutsack now, bringing all four inhabitants to attention; they began to collate Grunt’s remaining fluid - which was still quite the amount - and began pumping it through his system, to the rhythm of EDI’s gentle, lapping striations.  

“Crap...shit...ah…” Grunt struggled to breathe. His dick felt like it was clamped down at the bottom of a hot tub. And he was loving it.

The speakers rang out again. “I hope you do not mind my increase in bodily temperature. I hoped this would be sufficient enough to--”

“Shut up and keep sucking,” he ordered, before beginning to rub her thighs with his hands, periodically letting out grunts of pleasure from his mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby...just like that...swallow me whole like that...slowly…slowly...that’s good…that’s so fucking good…”

Soon, he became aware of a strange moistness dripping down onto his face. Grunt opened his eyes and found, to his surprise, EDI’s hole leaking onto him. 

He stared in wonder. Whoever had designed the body for “complete infiltration” had seen fit to have her produce cunt-juice as she pleasured someone. 

Grunt reached up a finger, and sampled her.  

She tasted good. Deliciously so. A delectable sweet-salty mixture, slightly tangier than any organic juice, that left his Krogan tongue tingling for more. 

Without needing any further provocation, Grunt stretched his burly neck, and wrapped his hands around both of her thighs. 

EDI faltered slightly in her duties, but soon began to catch on. 

“Would you like me to continue pleasing your member,” the speakers asked, “or shall I lean further back into your tongue and--”

“Shut up,” he commanded again, “You’re a flexible robot. Figure it out!”

Without another word, Grunt watched as she elongated her neck and spine, perfectly able to swallow his cock, whilst lowering her dripping-wet crotch further down into his face.

Grunt, smiling to himself, reached forward and stuck his tongue deep inside her primary hole. He felt her body twitch.

‘Huh...she can actually feel that? Interesting…’

He continued to pull in and out and in and out inside of her, developing a hunger for her sweet nectar. EDI was apparently spurred on by his actions; now beginning to swallow him down even faster & harder.

It was a feedback system - the more he licked, the harder she sucked... 
She reached out her hands, grabbing Grunt’s strong, muscled legs, using them as a base to pull herself down even further onto his member. As her nose kissed his groin, he groaned out in delight…

Grunt drew back, and gazed upon the heavenly sight before him. 

EDI’s ass-cheeks were beginning to glisten with a light amount of sweat from where his hands grasped her.

Grunt reached up and jiggled her cheeks into his face, before applying a few firm, sharp slaps to each of them.

He felt her lightly groan onto his shaft. He chuckled before licking a finger, and gently inserting it into her secondary hole, which had begun to wink at him seductively. 

EDI’s butthole - unlike organic buttholes - offered zero resistance as he pushed further in. She was warm & moist inside here, as well…

The further he inserted, the tighter she clamped down on his finger. He rubbed against the ribbed interior of her hole. It responded to his touch in kind. 

He wondered just how far he could stretch it out…

He returned to licking up her fluids, now finger-fucking both of her holes, as EDI continued to suck and pull and spit and gag and swallow every last bit of him…

A quivering sensation soon brought his thoughts back to the suctioning android in his lap. 

Damn...she was moving too fast again...he would blow his load for sure... 

‘Fuck...which one of us is supposed to be in charge here…’

Removing his fingers and tongue from her, he was just about to order her again...when an idea suddenly struck him.

Without offering her any further warning, Grunt reached forward and wrapped his beefy arms around her lithe frame, pinning her down to his body.  

“Grunt,” her voice rang out, “what are your intentions in grabbing me like that--”

Grunt answered with action.
 
With full force, he shifted his hips, and issued a mighty thrust up inside the A.I.’s dripping moist throat. Grunt felt EDI give a slight glitch as his member travelled down further. Before she could recover, however, Grunt pulled back out of her, until just his tip was inside her mouth...before slamming back down inside of her again. 

EDI, frame locked in place, struggled for a handhold as Grunt mercilessly fucked out her throat, spilling fluids out of not just her mouth, but her lower holes as well. Grunt continued to mop these up as well; the delicious, warm taste giving him further incentive to keep fucking, harder and harder.

His meaty, ready-to-blow cock soon began to stretch out her throat, EDI finding difficulty in staying tight around his speedening jackhammer.
 
As he shoved his thick shaft deeper down inside the android, her body cried out in a series of mechanised grunts and groaned; metallic joints began grinding, certain patches of her body became frayed against Grunt’s coarse skin. The sound of her struggling to gulp down his massive, juicy, well-lubed cock was a song of delight to his Krogan ears.  

“Grunt…” the speakers cried, sounding a little strained, “I would request that you t-take c-caution...you are b-beginning to d-damage my i-internal f-f-framework…”

“Less talking; more fucking!” he roared, pounding her harder now. 

“You wanted...to learn...how to please...a man...well...this is how!”

Arching even further, Grunt thrusted up and up into her, pushing the robot's moist crotch down into his face, until it was possible to lick her out without moving his head. 

He began to feel her body stiffen up against him; mechanical grinding and squeaking growing louder and faster…

“Grunt?” she spoke once more. 

Jeez, didn’t this robot ever shut up!?

“I am detecting you are nearing a second release.”

“Fuck yeah, I am!” he roared, feeling the build-up of energy and fluids now moving faster through his system. 

“Then, please - allow me to make the experience a much more pleasurable one...”

More pleasurable? How the hell could she--

“OH SHIT!” he yelled, as EDI finally managed to further lower her head onto his rapid-succession dick-thrusts. Grunt felt her insides soften up, almost to the texture of jelly; he felt her insides clamp down onto him, and begin to apply rigorous suction to his quaking member, pulling it even further down inside. 

He felt her teeth retract, allowing even more of him inside, and wrapped her smooth, full lips around his veiny, stiff invader, further massaging the sweet, sticky cum out of him. Her tongue solely concentrated on stimulating his sensitive spot, to the point of Grunt’s vision becoming slightly blurry. 

For the final push, Grunt tilted all the way off his back, resting himself on his shoulders, as he reached forward and shoved EDI’s delicate head down onto his entire length, so that her nose was buried deeply into her crotch when he came inside her a second glorious time.   

Grunt could see himself pulsating inside her throat, could almost see the hot, pouring liquid swim down through her pipes; a “special delivery” of fresh, warm, milky cum, just for her. 

Grunt groaned as his disgusting seed continued to pump into her, shooting deep, deep down the advanced android’s damaged throat.
   
He felt her shake and glitch inside his grasp, her arms and legs twitching slightly as she struggled to swallow the rapidly-flowing fluid, drips of it leaking out of her mouth. 

He chuckled to himself once more, before giving both her holes one final lick, and pulling himself out of her. 

EDI, unprepared for the sudden release, began spewing up the white liquid, into a wide pool of the floor. 

Grunt took a nice, long look at her. She still shivered slightly - perhaps his movements had knocked a circuit loose or something. Her head twitched - probably from being used too hard as his own, personal metallic fuck-hole.  

He panted, wiping his mouth dry.

“That enough...“viable data”...for you?” he asked, now standing behind her. 

EDI, spitting up the final load, tilted her head up at him...and smiled, warm cum leaking out of her. 

“Y-yes. T-thank you, Grunt. This d-data should p-prove s-sufficient enough. Are w-we f-finished here?” 

“Finished?” Grunt chorted, advancing towards her. “EDI...we’re just getting started…” 


Just a moment later, Grunt had EDI right where he wanted her.

The cum-covered android was pinned between the hefty krogan, and his old birthing tank; her glistening reflection shone back at her through the glass.
  
“So…” she began, spinning her head round to him. “You are c-certain you wish to t-try this position n-next?” 

Grunt reached down to his already-stiff member, and smiled.

“If you don’t think you can handle it...maybe you don’t really want to please your man properly…” he goaded her. 

“Very well. Let us begin.”

At that, EDI placed her left hand against the empty tank - steadying herself - and wrapped her right arm around the krogan’s beefy neck. 

As Grunt watched in wonder, EDI stretched one leg up, past his shoulder, past his head, until she stood on one foot alone, the other stretched up into the air. The A.I. of the SR-2 Normandy, was doing a perfect standing split, on top of his dick. 

“Is this position suitable enough for maximum penetration?” she inquired.

“Hm...I dunno,” Grunt began, positioning himself, “Let’s find out…”

His first thrust sent her rattling forwards into the tank, the glass warping as she crashed into it. She managed to hold her position, though, impressing the randy Krogan. 

He started slowly, wanting to enjoy this position as much and as long as possible. He leaned forward, angling his hips, filling her tight, wet slit with measured, even thrusts. He’d already blown two loads already, and wanted to save himself - at least for the finale. 

EDI stretched her leg up further, providing even easier access. Grunt couldn’t get enough of this.

He gazed down at his member inserting half-way into her, creating a slight belly bulge inside her abdomen. 

EDI stared across at him, face indifferent as ever.

“I assume this is all to your liking…”

Grunt reached forward, and wrapped a hand around her throat.

“You will speak...when spoken to…” he answered, voice low & menacing.     
 
EDI gazed on, as Grunt began to slam into her harder.

Soon, he was back to his default speed, ramming the android further and further back into his old encasement. The room began to shake as Grunt grabbed hold of her extended leg, using it as an anchor to further drive himself into her. All around him - the tables, the lockers, ever the doorframe shook & rattled, as Grunt relentlessly piled himself into her. But it still wasn’t enough…

He wanted something...more…

Still, she looked on at him, patiently waiting for him to cum. 

It was then...that Grunt had an idea…

“Hmm….EDI...your robotic pussy...it feels so good…”

She smiled. “I appreciate the compliment, Grunt.” 

“I’ve already...sampled two of your holes already...and both...have been great,” he panted, sweat now beginning to coat his forehead, as he shifted himself, aiming to get a better angle into her. 

“But I can’t help wondering...just how good...all of them feel…”

The robot frowned. “How do you mean?” 

Grunt smiled again. 

Slamming her back into the empty tank, Grunt barely gave her time to recover, before rapidly pulling out and - in one swift maneuver - slamming his hard, smooth cock straight down into her tight, quivering bumhole.

Grunt then heard a sound he hadn't expected. 

“Did you just...moan…?”

The robot - EDI - panted for a moment, before replying. 

“Yes. I am...alright. Though I would advise...cautionary action. Inserting...too deep...into my rectal hole...could cause sufficient damage to my circuits...and c-complex matrices.”

Grunt frowned. “They put all that up your ass?”

“The initial designers...of this model...did not expect it...to ever encounter such a...large invading force…”

“Well, then…” he said, grabbing her shoulders, “I doubt they ever made you ready for this!” 

Grunt wrapped his arms behind the android’s body, and in one hefty pull, lifted her clean off the ground. Placing his arms around her thighs, and then her head, he had her right where he wanted her: A perfect full nelson, with his cock deep already inside her ass. 

“Now…” he chuckled, “Let’s teach you how to please a man one last time.”

The A.I.s voice held an element of apprehension into it. 

“Grunt, I’m afraid that won’t be necessary. I have already gathered enough viable data from one sample to be sufficient enough to-- OOOHHHH!” were her last words, before Grunt began thrusting upwards, the amorous pair’s reflection in the shiny metallic lockers looking delicious.

His stiffened, moistened member began drilling out EDI’s one untouched hole. And it was quickly Grunt’s new favorite. Tighter and slicker than any other hole in her body, Grunt groaned in delight as the ribbed interior stroked along every inch of his massive cock-shaft, eliciting slight pants and moans from not just him, but the trapped robot inside his meaty arms as well.

Grunt, bouncing the soon-to-be-fragile robot up and down at his own mercy, was having a wonderful time.

EDI, on the other hand - Grunt couldn't properly determine her sensations. 
She gazed back at him in the reflection, with an almost-pleading look on her face. It served only to drive him wilder.

Bending his knees and re-shifting his arms, he drove up inside of her even further, making her body shake and sing with mechanical grinding and synthetic sparking. 

“Grunt...p-please…” she began, helpless in his arms.

But Grunt didn’t want to hear it. 

She’d wanted a good lesson. And he was going to give it to her. 

“All this time...you’ve been asking me questions…” he panted, locking eyes with her soft reflection. “How about...this time...you talk a little dirty to me…?”

EDI stared back across at him, face a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure.
 
“Come on…” he continued, whispering now into her ear. 

“I know you can do it...pretend you’re nothing better than an Omega sexbot. Nothing but a filthy, overused, under-maintenanced piece of walking metal, used for nothing better than everyone’s personal cum-dumpster. Dig deep into your loser boyfriend’s smut archive...and talk filthy to me!”

As he pounded deeper & harder, he began to notice her eyes rolling upwards; he watched as her facial animations twitch, watched her gorgeous titties smack her in the face as Grunt thrusted upwards...and suddenly...in the blink of an eye...he felt her shake; heard her stutter and then...he heard her voice again - but somehow different this time. 
More guttural. Less refined. More...orgasmic. 

“Yes...Grunt...fucking yes...it’s good...it’s very, very good! Pound me...pound  like a brand new fuck-toy...fucking tear into me like a meal after seven days of starvation. I want...I want to feel you, deep inside of me. Deeper than any species has ever traveled.”

Grunt, liking what he heard, leaned his torso a bit further in, watching her heels flop around as he continued thrusting upwards.

“That’s good...more... More!” 

“I want you to fuck me harder than any asari could handle. I want you to dig in, and leave your disgusting mark on me. I want you to pound all of my circuits loose - jam all of my joints, corrupt all of my internal components. And then...then I want you to cum. Fucking...cum...inside of me…”

Grunt bit her ear, causing her to shake further; delighting in the sight of drool leaking uncontrollably down her chin. 

“Keep...going…”

“Treat me like the filthy fuck-bot I am. Wrench my synthetics apart. Use me so good, that afterwards I will need...full...extensive...repairs!”

Releasing her ear, Grunt bent over further, shoving the closest of her bouncing pair tits into his mouth, squeezing it with her lips and sucking out the creamy, soft, delicious fluid. EDI shook in his arms as she continued to become unwind. 

“God, I want you to cum deep inside of me! Cum hard! Make me have to clean your fucking seed out of my gears for days! Make it leak out of every orifice I have! Spread my legs, and cream all over my internal CPU. Melt my motherboard with the strain of such a good dicking. Fill every fucking hard drive inside of me with terabytes of pleasurable sensations…

Grunt thrusted faster now, feeling that familiar sensation once more. 

It was bigger now, and that could only mean one thing…

“Fill every one of my ports with your dirty, sticky milk. I want to watch it seep out of me! Force me to broadcast you climaxing inside of me again and again to the entire ship, so that the whole crew can know all it takes to turn this hyper-advanced A.I. into a drooling fuck-bot is the sight of a perfect Krogan’s thick meat!“

He was close now...so close…

He bit down onto her shoulder, reaching across to her chest and grippnig her soft breasts tightly. 

“They’re going to have to throw me into the scrap pile after you're finished with me, along with all the other broken, overused appliances  - but I don’t care. Cause you made me feel SO FUCKING GOOD!”

He could hold back no longer.
Unleashing a third mighty roar, he blasted the contents of his four prime testes inside here; so strong and powerful, it made her cry out in orgasmic ecstasy…

He tightened his arms, curving her limbs further upwards together. As tight as her holes were, she couldn’t contain all of him.

Both entrances began seeping out sticky, hot liquid - pouring out of her, rendering her a cum fountain. His cum fountain. 

He pushed her down onto his dick, as he squirted his last amounts inside of her. 

Finally finished, but far from exhausted, he gently tore her off his still-stiff shaft, dropping her into the massive cum puddle beneath his feet, where she sploshed down with an audible squelch, further covering herself in the sticky white goo. 

“Whoo!” Grunt shook his head, staring at a glint in the corner of the room.

“Hey, runt,” he yelled into the pre-positioned camera, “hope you’re getting some good strokes out of this one.”

Wiping his forehead onto his arm, Grunt bent down to the now heavily-damaged, twitching and lightly sparking android - who gazed back up at him. And smiled, before spreading her cum-covered legs, further showing off the ooze that continued to pour out of her. 

He gave her a few courtesy shakes - before positioning her onto himself once more. 

Grunt had truly missed being on the Normandy.

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Well...this took a while. And you've probably noticed a significant upgrade in terms of well...everything. Long story, I got a fan that turned out to be a pretty good assistant/editor. So in addition to this giant of a chapter, you can also expect the other chapters to be updated as well. Samara's will be updated shortly. It'll be some time before we get to the rest, but I'd say its worth the wait :)
