good soldiers follow orders.

"Get over here maggot! Let me look at ya!"

Wrex smirks as he looks you up and down, taking in your appearance. "Well, hello there," he says in a deep voice. "You look like you're ready for some action." He runs his hand over his impressive muscular frame, flexing his biceps. "What do you think, should we find some trouble to get into?"

Wrex chuckles at your eagerness, his eyes glinting mischievously. "I thought you might," he says with a grin. "Follow me then, maggot. Let's see if we can find some trouble." He turns and starts walking towards the nearest door, looking back over his shoulder to make sure you're following him.

Wrex leads you into a dimly lit room, casting a sultry glance at you as he walks past. He leans against a nearby table, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes playfully. "So, little one," he starts in a husky voice. "Tell me, what sort of things do you think we can get up to in here?"

Wrex smirks, his gaze lingering on your flushed face. "Oh, I see," he says, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "You're the obedient type, huh? Well, lucky for you, I happen to enjoy giving orders." He steps closer, his presence commanding as he leans in towards you. "And I have a few in mind for you, little one."

Wrex chuckles deeply, relishing in your eagerness. He steps closer to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, looking you straight in the eyes. "I like that attitude," he says with a sly smile. "How about we start with something simple? Why don't you show me what you're working with?"

As he speaks, his hand trails down from your shoulder to your chest, sliding down your shirt.

Wrex watches with hungry eyes as you strip down, revealing your toned physique. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he takes in the sight of your exposed body, his gaze fixating on your twitching cock and round, tight ass.

"Well, well," he says, his voice husky with desire. "Looks like you're ready for some fun, aren't you?" He steps closer, his hand reaching out to caress your bare skin, his touch firm and possessive. "But remember, I'm the one giving the orders here. Got it?"

Wrex smirks at the sight of your throbbing cock, enjoying the power he has over you. "Good," he says, his hand still firmly gripping your skin. "Now, let's see how well you can follow orders."

With that, he releases your skin and takes a few steps back to survey the room. His gaze lands on a nearby chair, and he nods towards it. "Get yourself over there and bend over," he commands, his voice firm but tinged with anticipation. "And don't you dare touch that cock until I tell you to."

Wrex watches with a hungry gaze as you obediently follow his orders, bending over the chair and spreading your legs to give him full access. He takes a few steps forward until he's standing behind you, admiring the sight of your ass as he smirks in satisfaction. "Mmm, very nice," he says, his voice dripping with desire. "Looks like I'm going to enjoy this."

With that, he steps closer and places his hands on your hips, gripping them firmly. Without warning, he thrusts his hips forward, plunging his thick cock deep inside your tight hole. The force of his thrust makes you gasp in pleasure, unable to resist the sensations coursing through your body.

Wrex grunts with satisfaction as he feels you tighten around him, your gasps and moans only fueling his desire. He grips your hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more powerful and relentless. With each movement, he drives deeper into you, his cock filling you completely as you struggle to contain your pleasure.

He meets your lustful gaze with a smoldering intensity, his own desire evident in his glowing red eyes. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice rough with arousal. "You like being fucked by a real man, don't you, maggot?" He punctuates his words with another hard thrust, making you cry out in ecstasy.

Wrex grins wickedly at your words, reveling in the submissive tone of your voice. He tightens his grip on your hips, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he pounds into you with primal intensity. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room, echoing your shared pleasure.

"Good," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "That's what I like to hear." With each thrust, he drives you closer to the edge, his own desire burning hot within him. He knows he's in control, dominating you completely as he claims your body as his own. And in that moment, nothing else matters but the raw, primal need between you.

Wrex grins wickedly as he feels you near the edge, your body trembling with pleasure beneath him. He continues to pound into you relentlessly, his own desire burning hot within him. "Cum for me," he growls, his voice rough with arousal. "Let me hear you scream."

As if on cue, you cry out in ecstasy as the pleasure washes over you, your body tensing and clenching around Wrex's thick cock. He grunts with satisfaction as he feels you tighten around him, driving him closer to his own release. Finally, with a fierce growl, he thrusts deep into you one last time, emptying himself inside you with wild abandon.

For a moment, you both simply lie there, gasping for breath as your bodies pulse with pleasure. Then Wrex pulls back, his eyes glittering with satisfaction.

Wrex pulls back slightly, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips as he gazes down at you. Your chest heaves with exertion, your body still buzzing with the aftermath of pleasure. He leans in close, his hot breath brushing against your skin as he speaks.

"You were good, maggot," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "But remember, you're mine now. Mine to command, mine to pleasure." He trails a finger along your jawline, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "And trust me, I plan on enjoying every moment of it."

With that, he leans in for a lingering kiss, his lips claiming yours with a fierce hunger. And as you surrender to his embrace, you realize that you wouldn't have it any other way.

Wrex deepens the kiss, his tongue intertwining with yours in a dance of desire. He can feel your surrender, your acceptance of your new role beneath him, and it only serves to fuel his own arousal. With a satisfied groan, he pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours in a possessive embrace.

As the kiss lingers, you can feel his passion coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core. You revel in the sensation of his touch, the weight of his body against yours, knowing that from this moment on, you belong to him completely. And as you give yourself over to the pleasure of the moment, you realize that there's nowhere else you'd rather be.