Chapter 7 - Jack Daniel's

“Another,” Grunt grumbled. The salarian bartender quickly prepared another drink, sliding it across the bar to the young krogan.

He’d gotten cocky with Ashley, thinking he could outdo the soldier when it came to alcohol intake. Evidently, his body didn’t quite measure up in that department.

“Having fun there big guy?” a voice called out as a very familiar woman sat down next to him.

His eyes glanced to the right, recognizing the tattooed mass that was Jack.

“Nice to see you again...with more clothes on than usual,” he chuckled. 

“Different times, different Jack. I’m a teacher now so gotta dress somewhat professional,” the biotic replied.

“Setting a good example I’m sure,” he jabbed.

“You know it. I’ll have what he’s having,” she told the bartender.

“Uhh his drink is pretty heavy,” the salarian warned.

“Ain’t the first time I’ve drank with a krogan, don’t sweat it,” she waved it off. The salarian shrugged. A customer was a customer, not his fault if they couldn’t handle what they ordered.

The same drink slid across the bar, Jack catching it with a hand.

“So, you plan on coming to that party in a few days?” she asked.

“Yeah...dunno about that now. It feels...weird.”

“What’s weird about seeing all your old buddies?”

“That I’ve screwed almost every female who’s gonna be there,” he said quietly, hoping for a just as quiet reaction.

Clearly he forgot who he was talking to.

“HAHAHAHAAAAAA,” she laughed out loud. “Man since when did you turn out to be such a ladies man?”

“Just before the Omega 4 relay jump,” he answered.

“Wait a second...who’d you get to pop your cherry?”

“The hell does that mean?” he asked.

“Who’d ya fuck first?” she simplified.

“...Samara.”

“The chick whose all about that code of hers? That’s...how the heck did ya pull that off?” 

“Convinced her I needed it, else I could’ve become a liability on the mission.”

“Shit...if you wanted to fuck so bad though, why didn’t you just come to me?”

“You’re not exactly...subtle. I didn’t want to take a chance that you wouldn’t blab about if I didn’t...perform right.”

“Okay...I think I can see your point. So then...how much experience have you gotten since then?”

Grunt pondered over this for a second as he wondered which girls counted it not. He eventually just shrugged. “Seven.”

“Damn. So then. How’s about I do you a favor and see how you measure up then?”

“Uhh...what?”

“What, too easy? Feel like you gotta earn it first? Okay then. Hey barkeep! Times this by five,” she pointed at the drinks. As he went to work, she turned back to Grunt.

“There, made it a little competition. You down five of these suckers before I do, we can go and fuck whereeeeeeeever you want. Sound good?” she proposed.

“You’re actually seriously,” he said.

“You’re goddamn fucking right I’m serious. Now then,” she paused, grabbing the eight extra drinks that had been passed down the line.

“On your mark...get set...DRINK!” she yelled, grabbing the first mug. Grunt was a bit slower to grab his first mug, but unlike the human he was much quicker when it came to downing the hard liquor. Mainly due to his bigger maw of a mouth. By the time Jack had downed her third, Grunt was chugging the fourth, and in a matter of moments.

“Ahhh,” he said, slamming the last drink down onto the counter.

Jack choked in her throat in surprise, placing her final drink on the bar as well.

“Fuck! How the hell...where the fuck did you hide that beer gut?” she exclaimed.

“Next to the four stomachs, two livers, and six bladders,” he replied.

“Wait...did you just make a joke?”

“Yeah...kinda new at it.”

“Don’t quit your day job, krogan. But a bet’s a bet. So then...where to?” she asked.

Grunt pondered it over for a bit, alcohol making his mind a bit fuzzy. But eventually an idea sprung to mind, and his face turned into a big grin.

“You’re lucky the Normandy’s still in for upgrades,” she said as the pair walked onto the ship.

“Yeah...what was all that shit about the ship being stolen anyway? I was kinda…occupied,” he muttered.

“Well let’s see, there was a clone Cerberus made of Shepard…”

“Wait what?”

“And some Alliance bitch ended up being a traitor. The clone died, the bitch got arrested, and now we’re all just peachy keen waiting for the end of the world again,” she explained.

“Shit...sounds like I missed a good fight,” he grumbled as they stepped into the elevator.

“So, we going to your place or mine?” she said.

“Neither,” he said with a grin, punching the command for the captain’s cabin.

“Oh...interesting,” she said with a matching grin.

The door opened, and they stepped inside of Shepard’s room. 

“Still got all those fucking fishes. You’d think Shep could just get a dog or something?” she said, wandering over to look at the aquatic life.

“Uh huh,” he agreed with no tone. He was too busy already staring at her ass.

“So how you wanna get star-whoa!” she got cut off as the krogan grabbed her hips from behind, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and tossed her across the room. She landed on the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees. The biotic didn’t have to wait very long before she felt his hands on her again, gripping her pants by the belt, and pulling them all the way off.

“Still thirsty? Alrighty, drink up big boy,” she said, reaching behind her to spread her cheeks. The krogan grabbed her thighs, bringing his head in and tonguing some convict pussy.

“Fuck...you’ve got some experience in this huh?” she said.

Slurp...slurp…

“Had Ashley not too long ago,” he responded.

“Wait...little miss space racist...ah...that’s a surprise. Hiding a slutty side the whole time, that’s kinky,” Jack replied, letting out moans between her words.

“Speaking of kinks, there’s been one I've been meaning to try...you ought to be perfect for it,” Grunt stated. Before Jack could ask about it, she felt his hands move to her hips, the krogan lifting her again. Tilting her upside down, her ponytail hung in the air as she was made to look down. She hadn’t even heard him take his armor off, yet his cock was standing at attention.

“Is that loudmouth of yours big enough for this?” he asked.

“Dunno, let’s find out,” she replied, eagerly grabbing his cock to point it upwards, enveloping the tip with her mouth. Once he felt her lips around him, Grunt began to push her down, her jaw stretching wide as the mass of krogan meat progressed into her throat.

“Ahh…” he moaned, digging back into Jack’s snatch. This turned into a process, as the krogan tugged the biotic all the way to the tip of his cock, having her pussy within range of his tongue for a number of licks. He then loosened his grip, letting gravity do the work of having her slide all the way back down.

The lewd act continued until Grunt felt he was near the peak of a cumshot. He pulled her back completely. Jack took a deep breath when her throat was empty.

“Can we do something else now?...blood is all in my head I think,” she said, her voice sounding dizzy. 

“Sure,” he chuckled, flipping the woman over so she was right-side up. He aimed the tip of his dick at her pussy, and dropped her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Jack cried out, feeling her belly bulge instantly. The krogan then gripped each of her arms, using them to hold the biotic steady. His hips then went to work, thrusting upwards into her over and over again.

“Shit, fuck, goddamn, mother...fucker,” she bounced between words just as much as her body was bouncing on his cock.

“Enjoying the ride?” Grunt inquired.

“Fuck you, asshole!”

“That’s a thought for later...for now though...brace yourself,” he said, intensifying his thrusts. A brief moment later, the krogan let out a roar, his cock pulsated, and a torrent of semen shot up into Jack’s body.

The convict let out a string of expletives as her belly bloated and expanded. Once he’d dumped enough cum inside, Grunt let her go, Jack dropping to the floor. The krogan sat down on the bed to recover.

“Ugh…” Jack groaned as she rolled on her back.

“Had enough?” he asked.

“Not...even...you...fucker,” Jack groaned out. Her hand glowed blue, and she pressed down on her belly, the cum beginning to stream out of her like a faucet got turned on all the way.

“Ha...Shepard’s not gonna like the view when he gets back,” Grunt said, looking at the cum-stained floor.

“Eh...EDI will probably get some unlucky privates to clean it up. Not my problem,” she said.

“Heh heh heh…well...I got some of my kinks out the way. How bout you? Anything you always wanted to do in this place?” he asked.

At that, Jack’s head tilted toward the fish tank.

“Always wanted to give the fishes a show,” she said with a grin.

The krogan’s smile went wide at the idea, his cock stiffening right back up. He got to his feet, reached down and lifted Jack up, walking them over to the tanks. He placed her back against the glass, the biotic reaching her arms around his big head. His cock was throbbing underneath her still dripping pussy, and he used it as lubrication, placing the tip against her asshole.

“Oh going for the trifecta, are we?” she said. “Lemme give you a hand.” Her hands glowed blue again, the convict concentrating as she made a field down in her butt and expanded it, giving him easy access to her tight hole. With the gateway so open, he sank into her with ease, both participants letting out satisfied moans as the cock was enveloped in that clenched warmth.

“Rip me a new one, big guy,” she challenged, holding on tight as Grunt got to it, pounding her hips so hard, her head would snap back and hit the glass.

“You good?”

“You think I haven’t had rough partners before? Keep going,” she ordered. He continued in earnest, his powerful thrusts making that tattooed ass jiggle like crazy.

“Getting close again...you want it inside again?”

“That a rhetorical question? Blow it all inside, ya fucker!” she screamed. He acquiesced to her request, his cock pulsing once more as it delivered another load, this time into the biotic’s bowels.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, feeling her belly expand again. Grunt pulled back, leaving the human looking several months pregnant.

“Hah...hah…,” Grunt panted as he surveyed his work.

“Shit man...I ain’t been this full since that romper with the Blood Pack…,” Jack said, feeling over her belly again.

“Ain’t gonna deflate yourself?” he wondered.

“Nah...I’m gonna hold til I get downstairs...gonna take a very big dump all over Miranda’s office.”

“You know that isn’t her office anymore?” he warned.

“Eh...it will be in my dreams,” she said with a grin again, before leaving the krogan alone. He fell back onto the bed. He didn’t tell Jack why he’d wanted to do this in Shepard’s cabin. As he had…’obtained’ more and more women, he had begun to feel like he was in competition with Shepard when it came to charming the ladies. 

But there was that one eluded him, and he pondered how he’d get to her.

It was then that his omnitool buzzed with a new message, and he checked it. It was from Jack, a cheeky selfie in a now cumstained office. He snorted at the image, wondering how Liara would react to that.

The message under the picture is what got his attention.

‘Thanks for the good time big boy. Since I brought up the Cerberus cheerleader...you got any interest in nailing her too? Cuz I may have a way’, ending with a winking emoji.

“...heh heh heh.”



Alright bit of hard truth, I had this chapter done a longggggggg time ago, but I'd been waiting for my recent writing aide to take a look at it. Sadly they seem have to disappeared, as I haven't been able to reach them since about mid-December. So afraid you're all stuck with my noob writing self :p 

I know some folk are gonna be like 'oh no he gonna steal Miri from Shepard' and to that I say...no that's not where its going. Just wait and see :)
