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Posted: 2020-08-24 08:35:32
by Hypnorgasm - Size: 985x1280
- Source: www.furaffinity.net/view/12708213/
- Rating: Explicit
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Raik Thuvek had heard rumors of a Krogan submitting himself to slavery, but he’d never have believed it if the news hadn’t come from his own kratt. Worse still, the slave was rumored to be part of his clan, and that made it his responsibility. He’d gone to the Citadel immediately.
Once he’d arrived, the mere mention of his clan was enough to figure out where to go. He almost wished that it had been more difficult; having his clan name attached to this disgrace was beyond embarrassing, but he needed to find this Krogan quickly, so he let it pass for now. Descending through the wards, flashing signs and advertisements, he made his way past various clubs until he found the one he was looking for.
He barely glanced at the sign, only confirming the name – snarling at the thought of any non-Krogan busting a quad – before stepping inside. He adjusted to the flashing lights quickly enough, but a faint buzzing sound under the music continued to annoy him. Ignoring the urge to scratch his head plates, he kept his hands down as he explored the club. It didn’t take long to find the Krogan in question, and when Thuvek saw him, his jaw dropped.
Ulroc had been a member of his kratt at one time, and seeing the trusted warrior walking naked between the tables with his cock out and throbbing did not do his memories any favors. Growling, Thuvek shoved several humans out of his way as he stomped towards his former friend.
To his credit, Ulroc hadn’t been dulled by the humans. He blocked Thuvek’s punch, not even dropping his tray of goods as he turned his head.
“Thuvek. Didn’t expect to see you.”
“Didn’t expect to see you screwing your name over.”
“Never did anything of the sort. I’m true Krogan.”
“True Krogan my ass.”
A true Krogan has no fear of showing their ass.
“Whoever said that is going to die.”
“Nobody said anything, Thuvek. Now let go of me.”
“Not until you leave.”
He yanked on Ulroc’s arm, knocking the other Krogan off balance. The tray hit the ground and the drinks followed, spilling a variety of drinks all over the place. He ignored the puddle, grabbing the back of Ulroc’s hump.
The buzzing blasted his plates for a second, distracting him just long enough for the other warrior to wrench himself free. Humans and Turians backed off, giving them some space but still watching. He was fine with that; let them see what a real Krogan could do with a whipped one.
Expecting Ulroc to rush him, he was surprised when the other Krogan looked up with an annoyed expression. His cock never stopped throbbing, but he didn’t attack.
“I’m not leaving. My battlemaster is here and needs my service.”
“You’re not even armed.”
“A Krogan is never unarmed or unarmored.”
“Are you serious? You’re naked as a tankborn right now!”
“A Krogan is never unarmed or unarmored. A true Krogan would know that. Lost your edge, Thuvek.”
He roared as he charged his old friend, only to stumble as the buzzing got louder again. It was vibrated so strong that his head itched, making him lose his footing. He hit the ground and slid forward a few feet before coming to a stop. He rolled to the side, hoping to avoid Ulroc’s counter-attack.
There was none. The naked Krogan was completely still, watching with a detached, almost amused expression that infuriated him.
A strong Krogan does not slip.
That voice again. He whipped around, looking back and forth for the speaker, but there was no one talking. The only time anyone opened their mouth was to laugh.
“You are not a true Krogan.”
“I’m truer than you! You’re nothing but a –”
Superior fighter and Krogan.
“-ior fighter and – what? What did I just say?”
“The truth.”
“That isn’t the truth and you know it.”
A strong Krogan speaks the truth, while a weak Krogan denies it.
Clenching his hands to his head in a futile attempt to block the vibrations and voice, Thuvek threw his gaze around the club. There was no one, nothing that could explain this. He clenched his teeth, crazed eyes turning to his former friend. Ulroc looked past him, and he turned to see who had captured the other Krogan’s attention.
A blond-haired human stood at the bar, one hand scrolling over a datapad while the other held a golden orb. As soon as he saw it, the vibrations in his head revved up, drowning out his thoughts with their sheer intensity.
“Battlemaster, Thuvek challenges me. I ask you to declare weapons.”
The human smiled, his fingers tapping over the pad as he looked back and forth. The voice returned, clear despite the intense noise.
Be a strong Krogan, and you can escape humiliation. Be a strong Krogan, fearless and strong, and you might defeat Ulroc.
“Hmmm, I don’t know that I want a fight in my club. It might upset the patrons.”
“Thuvek has challenged, battlemaster. He requires answer, or there will be a bigger fight, and someone’s going to Huerta Memorial.”
A strong Krogan will fight with any weapon, no matter how strange. A strong Krogan can win with any weapon, even if it is one he has never used in a fight before.
The words kept battering his mind. His hands slowly fell to his sides, the words coming faster and thicker. Unlike the vibrations, they didn’t hurt or make him feel like he was going mad. He desperately embraced them as Ulroc and the human kept talking.
A strong Krogan will not be afraid to fight in a new way.
A strong Krogan is unembarrassed and unafraid, even if he is stripped of all he knows.
A strong Krogan seeks new ways of fighting, to beat any opponent.
A strong Krogan sneers at those who shy from the unknown.
A strong Krogan fights eagerly, with or without armor.
A strong Krogan needs no armor.
A strong Krogan needs only one weapon.
“Well, I guess I can let you guys fight it out. But my rules, not yours.”
“Understood, battlemaster.”
Thuvek barely realized that he’d spoken, blinking as he realized that he’d addressed a human as his battlemaster. The strangeness passed, replaced by shrugging acceptance. The human was Ulroc’s battlemaster, and if the other Krogan accepted him, then Thuvek could give some recognition. Temporary recognition.
A strong Krogan fights to the humiliation of his opponent, for death is not enough.
A strong Krogan will leave their opponent broken and leaking.
A strong Krogan will bend their enemy to their will.
“Alright. You’ll fight until one of you can’t move anymore. Your weapons? Your dicks.”
Resistance faded as he realized opponent was already armed and he wasn’t. He ripped his armor off and grabbed his ‘weapon’, pointing directly at his former friend.
They stepped forward, their ‘weapons’ grinding against each other. He felt liquid oozing over his shaft, and he realized that he was already doing the same to his opponent. Ulroc’s eyes were half closed, and there was a slight glint to them that hadn’t been there before.
“A true Krogan –”
“A strong Krogan –”
“-never goes down easy!”
The Krogans grappled, the crowd cheered, and the human continued to grin with his pad and his ever-buzzing sphere. Thuvek didn’t know it yet, but his life was about to change.