"Commander. What's the status report of my performance?"

With your head spinning, you nearly want to call the krogan slobbing on your knob, an idiot, but you knew Grunt's origins. While he had years of combat training drilled into him, there wasn't much else. You were willing to guide your recruit through the steps, even though you had your reservations. "You're doing a good job soldier. Don't let me down.", you wanted to be more caring about the situation, but the militant approach worked best with Grunt.

The vat-grown krogan hestitated before continuing. "Yes sir!", confirmed Grunt before his full enthusiasm showed itself through his tongue. You were already driven wild by the slick appendage working you over for the past couple of minutes. Now Grunt had engulfed your member into his maw and treated ever inch of your manhood with lustful care. It was unlikely that he had any sexual experience, so Grunt was working you over like a teen in puberty. He was sloppy, but as he slowly figured out your body Grunt made sure to repeat those steps to not let his commanding officer down. "Sir, you haven't specified where, um...", Grunt stops himself before continuing. "...you want to drop the payload....". He was clearly bashful about the inquiry, but Grunt muscled through it to assure your pleasure. Unfortunately, from him you wanted to see him squirm a bit.

"Grunt, I'll admit. I'm a bit hazy from all this. Wherever you want is fine.", you feel it's shit acting to say that, but the battle oriented krogan before you wouldn't pick up on that.

"O-oh, is that so?...Then I would like to taste it, sir. I've been curious...", Grunt says coyly. He wants to gobble your cum up like a horny Asari though he would never admit it.

You roll your eyes and play along. "Alright, soldier. I'll allow it tonight. Feel free to work it out of me if you can."

Grunt eyes grow hungry and he works over your cock with excitement. The tongue on your crotch was aimless yet hitting all the right spots. Under the head of your cock. To the base of your cock and balls. Up your shaft, working a steady trail of precum out of you. As inexperienced as your partner was, Grunt's unguided enthusiasm was a brilliant experience. "Pardon me speaking out of turn, but your taste is...unique."

"Soldier. I can tell when you're not being honest with me. Speak your mind."

Grunt blushes excessively. You've never seen him so embarrassed. Or at all really. Short of a temper tantrum, the vat-grown Krogan is typically composed. "Commander, your fluids...they entice me. Please unload as much as you can into my hungry maw.", Grunt stated as bluntly as possible while encasing your junk into his maw, suckling and massaging the lewd appendage with his tongue. As much as you wanted to resist, you unload orgasm after orgasm into Grunt's mouth as requested. You see his mouth fill ever so slowly with your seed until he is forced to swallow, breaking that soldier facade ever so barely. "Commander, how did I do?", Grunt looked up to you expectantly. He was nothing like Wrex. He would have crushed your skull in for questioning his sexual prowess, but it was different with Grunt. Everything to him in this department was new so you wanted to take it easy on him.

"Not going to lie. You could've done better, but I see your enthusiasm. We can work together to make you exponentially better.", your lie was obvious, but Grunt either didn't notice nor cared.

Grunt gives you a small smile. "As long as you're willing to train me I don't care, sir. I enjoyed myself.", the vat-grown soldier intervenes. "Sir. I love you."

You hesitate, but respond in kind. "I love you, too."

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Pub: 04 May 2021 07:17 UTC
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