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The Justicar's Dog of War	By : Doirly_No Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 55026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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At times it felt like the galaxy was burning, that nothing would ever be right again, that no one could possibly be living a good life. The Reapers had taken everything from countless civilizations in the previous cycles and it seemed that they had stolen another set of civilizations even with their defeat in this final cycle. When all someone does is clean up in the wake of such horrors perspective is easily lost and it’s hard to see things in any but the worst of lights. So effort had to be expended to recover the proper perspective and a great place to do that was standing on a beach before a crystal-blue sea.
“So, how does it feel to stick a toe in the ocean?”
Shepard watched her feet disappear into the sand as another wave washed over them. “I wished I done it sooner.”
“Sooner…” Samara led.
“Ma’am?” the woman attempted with some confusion as her owner never sought to be address as such in public.
“Come along, Shepard,” the matriarch kindly ordered as she started to walk.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The pet human, donning a simple, yellow, one-piece swimsuit fell into line behind the asari she loved; towels slung over a shoulder, bag in one hand and cooler in the other. With their ship being repaired, Samara decided to take a vacation at one of the more luxurious tourist spots that Illium had to offer. This specific resort chosen for being pleasant, safe and uneventful. Drugs, prostitution and weapons were banned from the area in order to attract a more family-friendly crowd. If the pair ran into any of those vices they’d have to do something about it and therefore ruin their relaxation.
Shepard had no complaints over the choice of locations for their respite as it was great to see parents, children, spouses and lovers enjoying themselves and one another; confirming they had actually defeated the Reapers. A smile was easy to find as she passed a middle-aged turian leaning back against his bondmate watching their two blue girls dancing through the waves in their daddy’s shirts. From boardwalk to wave break were nothing, but smiling faces. She couldn’t remember a better day.
Before Samara stopped allowing the woman to shop for her wardrobe, Shepard had purchased a swimsuit to show off the matriarch’s extraordinary assets. The bikini, consisting of a higher percentage of strings than the asari was comfortable with, didn’t even leave the ship. Rather she wore beachwear in the style of her own kind, disappointingly consisting of what fat men wore on Earth. The pair of loose trunks and a shirt, which the human would call Hawaiian, left much to the imagination. Though there was some hope, the top underneath had yet to be revealed.
For a mile and a half they strolled down the shore, passing by many a wholesome scene on their way to a rocky outcropping. The formation was practically a wall rising from the sand with a tunnel carefully carved to look like a natural occurrence being the only path to the other side. Several spots on the sparsely populated beach had looked like good places to stop, especially the one next to the seafood stand with the heavenly scent, but it seemed Samara had a specific place in mind so Shepard dutifully followed a few steps behind through the stone passageway.
On the other side was more of the pleasant beach, though it only lasted a few hundred feet before a tropical forest took over the shore. Disappointingly, the area had a low level of development, only an open air shower, a few sun loungers and zero refreshment stands. When Shepard’s eyes traveled out toward the ocean however, she stopped dead at the sight of the other beachgoers on this stretch of sand. Nine in total, all blue, none yet a matron. Apparently the long-lived aliens really did dress like men when on their own beaches as few wore anything besides trunks.
“Shepard,” Samara called, her shirt already slipping from her shoulders.
“Yes, ma’am,” the gawking woman renewed her pace.
Many eyes followed the outsiders to one of the large, beach umbrellas that shaded a single beach chair. The local youth, none of whose age reached the triple digits, had staked out this short length of sand past the rock formation nicknamed ‘The Maiden’s Head’ as their own. The tourists were strongly discouraged from even attempting to visit, though a temporary exception was made for this pair. Never had any of the townies seen a matriarch, native or otherwise, enter their turf much less one with an alien in toe.
As she laid a towel out on the shaded sand next to the lounge chair Shepard asked, “Are we suppose to be here?”
“What do you mean?” Samara asked, sitting at the foot of the long seat while digging through the bag they brought.
“Everyone is looking at us as if we aren’t supposed to be.” The human tried not to be too obvious in noticing the varying stares.
“Do not be concerned, a friend told me about visiting here with her bondmate. The locals were quite nice to them. It is just a matter of offering them the proper curtsies.” Having retrieved what she sought Samara waved her pet over, “I will put sunscreen on you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Shepard said with a smile as she knelt in front of the elder asari; which she did often, she just usually faced inward.
Before the woman could get settled the matriarch corrected, “Stand up and face me.”
Already complying she mentioned, “I only need help with my back.”
“I rather do it myself to ensure you do not damage your skin.” Squeezing out a blob Samara mused, “A sunburn would dampen my plans for the evening.”
Not minding that rational at all, Shepard stood in front of the one she adored, ready to be rubbed all over. The fact quite a few prying eyes were looking on was momentarily forgotten as hands grasped her calf. Memories of the massage she received just after the last mission sowed excitement, but were not cultivated. Rather than a seductive or even gentle rub, flattened palms made harsh little circles across her skin. At first she felt like a skycar being buffed, but quickly she felt more like a child having sunscreen applied by a protective mother; especially when a tug rather than request got her to turn to better spread the lotion to the back of her leg.
Another tug got the former commander into position to work over the yet protected leg. Self-consciousness grew as the blue palms reached her hips, though thankfully the modest cut of her one-piece didn’t allow for going too high. So once everything below the waist had coverage she assumed her arms would be next and offered her left. To her shock that was not be the next part to receive attention. A finger hooked the crotch of her swimsuit and pulled it away from her body so the sunscreen could be spread to skin that had only a remote chance of being exposed.
Her crotch and upper hips done, Shepard was spun around. Eyes immediately glued themselves to a patch of sand a yard away; contact with any onlooker would be too much to bear as the next body part got treatment. Not a trace of tease or flirtation could be discerned from the mechanical touch rubbing the lotion onto her firm backside. Though, the dispassionate approach did have the advantage of making the process brief and soon she felt a tug to get her to her knees. The sunscreen was spread to the place she originally sought help with, but she could see the writing on the wall as to where her owner would go next.
Samara took care of the strong back of her pet, making sure to do underneath the straps and all the way down the spine. Shoulders and arms came next without issue. Not giving a hint of concern for the woman’s pride, she pulled the athletic body in to lean against her. She landed a good sized glob to the center of Shepard’s chest and didn’t hesitate a second before pushing the substance down the top of the yellow swimsuit; only giving the soft mounds she found a passing squeeze.
A hold on the forehead got Shepard to tilt her chin up. She then felt even more like a child as rushing hands rubbed the lotion all over her face, including tightly shut eyes and mouth, but at least the ordeal was over. Having learned earlier asari’s scaled skin had zero vulnerability to a sun’s radiation; she didn’t offer to return the favor. Instead she retreated to the towel she laid out on the ground next to her superior. For a minute she sat cross legged regaining her center before reaching over to the cooler. Moving aside the asari beverages, green juice just didn’t seem right, she retrieved a bottle of lemonade.
Shepard was about to ask if her owner wanted anything when a new voice said, “Greetings, Matriarch…”
“Samara,” she responded warmly.
“Matriarch Samara, I’m Aeolus and these are my friends Isola, Keelin and Lyris.” The most outgoing of the quartet of maidens motioned to those on her flanks before asking with a respectful sarcasm, “To what do we owe the exalted presence of a matriarch?”
Ignoring the rebelliousness of youth the elder answered, “I heard that this end of the beach had a certain charm that the more touristy areas lacked.”
“Really?” the tall, athletic Aeolus asked with a raised eyebrow, crossed arms and a cocked hip. “Well, there is a reason this end of the beach doesn’t have a ‘touristy’ feel and it’s because tourists aren’t allowed here. It’s for locals only. So, with all due respect, please take your young bondmate there…”
Calmly the interloper clarified, “Oh she is not my bondmate; she is my pet.”
Shepard choked on her drink as four sets of eyes fell upon her.
“What, did she sign something she shouldn’t have?” the lead maiden referring to the common practice of indentured servitude on Illium.
“Goddess forbid.” The matriarch’s fingers lazily combed through the woman’s hair. “Her only reason for submitting to me was her own desires.”
“No way,” the indigo Lyris spoke up. “Prove it.”
“Do you want to show them?” Samara asked to assure consent.
After a moment’s consideration Shepard gave a slight nod and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
“I find the feeling of sand between my toes uncomfortable. Clean them for me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ordinarily this would mean Shepard should lick the feet clean, which she’d happily do more often than not. However, looking at the sand clinging to the blue skin, she thought better of it. It took only a second to form a plan-b and took a bottle from the cooler. She propped her upper body on the sun lounger, laying herself out along side Samara’s legs while keeping her knees on the ground. As the water washed the grit away from them, she reached her lips out to kiss scaled toes. The fact an audience was steadily nearing became completely forgotten as she surrendered to her worship of the asari’s small appendages. When the container ran dry and all the grains were gone her mouth stayed behind so she could lick the moisture away.
To show her approval, Samara lovingly rubbed her pet’s rear. The gaggle of topless maidens closed in on the pair; the subjugated human no longer wishing to pay attention to anything besides her owner’s feet. Whispers circulated through the group along with a few giggles. It was hard for any of them to believe what they were watching and none of them wanted to look away.
Aeolus again took the lead, “She sure has a nice ass.”
To that, Samara leaned forward, giving Shepard’s suit a tug to wedge the material between the powerful buttocks in order to better show them off. “To gain true appreciation you really need to feel it though.”
When the hands started freely groping her butt Shepard regained awareness of her surroundings. She tried to keep her attention on her task and resist the urge to look back over her shoulder. Lowering her head she put focus on the feet before her, though her long licks were reduced to feathered kisses because of the obvious distraction. For several rounds the maidens took turns feeling the firmness of her behind. It didn’t take long for fingers to test the amount of liberties they could take, sneaking down between her legs and putting minor amounts of pressure to her covered orifices. It took even less time after that for palms to see what reaction slaps and smacks got.
Settling alongside the objectified woman, Isola asked, “Can I touch her breasts?”
“Of course dear.” Utterly amused Samara decided her human’s mouth could be better used elsewhere. “Though, I believe my feet are now clean.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Shepard immediately obeyed the beaconing curl of the matriarch’s fingers.
One of Samara’s hands tangled in the woman’s hair as soon as it was within reach while her other thumb hooked her shorts. She lowered the fabric to just above her azure and guided Shepard to kiss the skin between navel and swimming trunks. For half a minute four sets of jealous eyes watched the pink tongue lap at their elder’s mons pubis. Loosening the string holding her waistband she thought there’d be enough room to slide her pet’s head in without actually removing the article of clothing, but her experiment would not come to pass. A chime from her omni-tool alerted her to an incoming real-time communication from a rather surprising source.
Samara thought a moment before turning to the maidens, “I must take this, would you four mind looking after my pet while I am busy?”
“Not a problem,” Aeolus replied with a lewd smirk. “We’ll take her over to the showers?”
The matriarch followed the pointing finger of the younger asari to a cement wall with a bamboo overhang. “Thank you, I hope it is not too much of a bother.”
“Of course not.” The leader of the quartet then gave a pat to the human’s fanny. “Come on girl, let’s go.”
Before Shepard could straighten her back, Samara pulled her close to whisper, “You do not have to go with them if you do not wish to.”
Her heart lightened by the concern, she responded, “I’ll be fine, ma’am.”
The matriarch gave the woman a brief kiss on the lips and said, “Be good.”
“Yes, ma’am,” and another smooch before turning to leave.
Waiting for all to leave earshot Samara entertained herself by watching Shepard dig the wedgie from her keyster just in time to be goosed by a blue hand and then opened her omni-tool, “Good morning Dr. T’Soni.”
“Greetings to you as well Justicar Samara,” Liara said through a forced smile.
“You must have pressing information to spend the extra credits on real-time communication,” the older asari knew it unlikely, but had little idea as to why this maiden continued pestering her.
“Actually, I happen to be in the Tasale System so thought I would make you an offer face to face, so to speak.”
“How did you know I was on Illium?”
“Well, I am rather well connected,” Liara understated. “Do you wish to hear my offer?”
“Alright, what is this offer you have for me?”
The group of young asari escorted their even younger companion about a hundred yards to an out of sight spot behind the cement wall lined with showerheads. After a few playful shoves the human found herself with her back against the hard surface and surrounded by aliens. Not one hid their lustfully, appraising stares tracing every inch of bare and covered flesh. In turn, Shepard had great difficulty in keeping her eyes from wandering down to the perky, naked chests all around her.
“So, are you two just playing some game or are you really her slave?” Aeolus asked.
“I’m not her slave,” the woman said firmly; she had dealt with too many slavers to want anything to do with such labels. “I would say this is partly a game we’re playing with you all today, but I do actually live as her pet and she as my owner.”
“Is this common for humans?” the tall asari continued her questioning.
“Not at all,” Shepard answered with a smile.
“Pity.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to find a few others who would though.”
“Maybe you could give me a few leads.”
“Enough talk!” the shortest one there, Keelin, suddenly shouted before throwing herself at the muscular woman.
The petite alien wrapped her arms around Shepard’s neck and mashed their lips together, both actions requiring her to rise to her toes. As the surprise of the attack wore off, the former commander’s hands naturally settled on the hips peeking over low-riding, high-cut swim shorts. The human’s open stance left her feet flanking the smaller ones balancing on their balls. Memories of her academy days and making-out with her bookworm girlfriend from the college down the road flashed through her head.
The experience didn’t stay similar for long as the overeager maiden quickly broke the kiss to mumble, “Embrace eternity.”
“You are such a slut, Kee!” Lyris laughed while inching closer.
Keelin broke the lip lock only long enough to say, “Fuck you, Ly.”
“Well at least get her away from the wall so we all can play,” Isola final spoke.
More used to melding now, Shepard kept enough sense about her to hear the exchange and help out. Her arms enclosed then lifted the short maiden attached to her mouth and walked them several steps into the open. Immediately the new position was taken advantage of by Isola, who pressed against her side. The busty asari nibbled at one of the odd, protruding lobes as her hands drifted to the head of hair and six-pack abs respectively.
It didn’t take long before the lips on the former commander’s ear started wandering across her cheek toward where she was engaged with Keelin. Pecks to the side of the mouth implored involvement. The melding pair didn’t deny long and the smallest of the trio lowered an arm to better allow the newcomer in as well as taking the chance to massage one of the human’s covered breasts. A three-way kiss ensued, but that wasn’t enough for Isola. Shepard felt her hand being pulled away from a trim waist to be guided down the front of a pair of swim trunks. Practiced fingers smoothly curled into the tight azure, knowing just what to do, but then she was thrown for a loop.
Isola whispered, “Embrace eternity.”
If told beforehand Shepard would have sworn being joined with two asari would cause her brain to explode, but in fact quite the opposite happened. With the pair’s focus entirely on her they easily propped up her mind, making it easy to adapt. Each could take half the effort to get just as much pleasure and could therefore take greater care with what they did. Though, Samara alone had the skill of these two combined in nurturing a shared bliss.
Aeolus and Lyris stayed on the periphery looking on as the three created their own world of joy. Head cocked the tall asari who had been taking the lead all day closed in and reached out to give a light smack on the human’s ass cheek her friend wasn’t pressing against. All those joined flinched a little at the slap. With a wicked grin she hauled off with another hit, putting a sting in three butts for the price of one. Giving a nudge to Keelin she got the room to pull one of Shepard’s breasts out of the one-piece swimsuit to play with.
Palming the soft globe Aeolus commented, “For being so muscular, she sure has a nice rack.”
“Yeah,” Lyris said looking back over her shoulder. “Not as nice as that matriarch’s though.”
“What? You’re weird. Thinking about that old lady while we have this right here,” the tall maiden responded as she took a hand full of the human’s butt to illustrate her point.
“It is not weird. There’s nothing wrong with hooking up with our own kind so long as we don’t have a baby is all,” Lyris defended.
“Still a bit too close to pure-blood babies for me.”
“Well you know, it doesn’t count if your azures don’t touch,” the indigo asari deflected with a joke.
As the two shared a laugh the other three shared in an orgasm. Their bodies stiffened and moans mashed together where their lips met. Almost immediately Keelin lost her strength and collapsed to the patch of sand surrounded by low lying foliage. Isola proved more resilient, managing to pull away slowly with a big smile across her face. She retied the string holding up her bottoms before making her way over to sit by her friend to bask in the afterglow. Shepard didn’t get such a luxury though.
Aeolus pulled the dazed woman into a standing spoon. “Not done yet sweetie.”
New sets of hands immediately reached for all the human’s fun bits. The maiden behind her had a bicep in her left armpit while palming her right breast. With her head flopped back on Aeolus’s shoulder her neck was open to being sucked on by dark-blue lips as well as making it impossible to know which asari was groping what. All she could tell was her suit was pulled aside so her unmolested tit could be exposed and suckled. The fifteen fingers feeling around below her waist couldn’t be distinguished from one another; only that the space between her legs was thoroughly covered.
Once the nipple popped from her mouth, Lyris commented, “I think we’ve let her stay clothed long enough.”
“Too true, too true,” Aeolus punctuated by patting the woman’s covered crotch.
After some awkward juggling the maidens figured out how to go about the task of stripping the woman, who was more than happy to let them do as they wish. Aeolus took the role of brace as Lyris hooked the shoulder straps of the yellow one-piece. With a single yank forceful enough to set Shepard’s bust jiggling, the swimsuit was pulled down until stopped by the supporting arms wrapped around the waist. They then jostled a bit before the indigo asari went to her knees to get the best view for when the stripping was completed.
When the glistening pussy came into the light Lyris couldn’t resist leaning forward to find out what it felt and tasted like. Having already cum once the wetness practically dripped from the shaky thighs. Not really looking to bring pleasure to a woman who had just had an orgasm, she flattened her tongue to lap at the engorged lips. The flesh all around quivered with each lick, this human seemed to have a quick recovery time.
“How is it?” Aeolus inquired.
“Want to see for yourself?” Lyris asked with a wiggle of the eyebrows.
“That’s a dumb questioned.”
Aeolus let Shepard fall forward after a brief squeeze of both nicely proportioned breasts. Without a problem, Lyris caught the limp body and draped it over a shoulder. Being stronger than she looked, the maiden lifted the human from the ground so to give her friend easy access. There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation before Aeolus pried the legs apart a bit and delved into the offered alien sex. Like a hummingbird at a feeder, she fed for half a minute not really looking to please either, but more to sate her curiosity.
“Ready to return the favor sweetie?” Aeolus asked with a couple pats on the ass.
“Very ready,” the nude woman sinking straight to her knees answered, the soles of feet not getting an instant flat on the ground.
Both asari stepped up to loom over Shepard, exchanging looks. Before it could fully be agreed on who would go first, Aeolus took charge per usual. The lithe asari put a hand at either side of the pet human’s head to point it toward her baggy, floral-print trunks. Not in a position to decide much of anything, the kneeling woman shifted a little to the left to properly line up. Her fingers teased up the back of blue calves into the legs of the swimsuit to toned thighs and on to grab the tight, asari butt.
Watching the woman lightly rub her face across the fabric of her swimsuit Aeolus asked, “You’re just an azure-hungry slut aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Shepard moaned, getting into her role. “Please let me eat yours.”
“Well, since you asked nicely.”
A seductive grin on her lips, the wanton woman took the drawstring of the trunks between her teeth and pulled the knot loose. As her hands left the fabric’s confinements she gave a little tug to send them to the sand. Head craned back, Shepard kissed deep between the athletic, blue thighs then dragged her tongue along the slit until she kissed the sensitive nub at the top. Near immediately she started to alternating between flicking and sucking the purple clitoris. The hold on her hair tightened for support as well as to make absolutely sure the skilled mouth couldn’t get away.
“She any good?” Lyris asked rhetorically as the rolled up eyes of her friend already answered her question.
“Oh Goddess yes!” Aeolus exclaimed.
Temptation then got the better of the young, indigo asari and she took the chance to give her distracted friend’s ass a squeeze. The feel was fleeting as her other two companions had been roused by Aeolus’s shout and she had to quickly retract her hand. Isola gave her a knowing glance, but kept her mouth shut. Meanwhile, Keelin showed her mind had only one track and went straight for the human giving cunnilligus, her relatively small swim shorts hitting the ground halfway. Before even being close enough, she bent over to reach for the woman’s near arm.
As the borrowed pet’s fingers disappeared in the short asari’s sex, Lyris repeated, “You are such a slut, Kee.”
“Again, fuck you, Ly,” Keelin mumbled, eyes closed, head tilted back, hands holding the woman’s in place.
Despite her teasing, Lyris was about to follow her ‘slutty’ friend’s example, but had a second thought and motioned for Isola to take the free hand. A third maiden stripped bare before being the second to get fingered by the submissive human. Though apprehensive about admitting it to her friends, the indigo asari would have preferred to be the one kneeling in the middle. So she took the next best place and got down to press her body against the alien’s back. Her lips found the nape of the neck while she reached around to massage breast and pussy.
“Let’s show her what an asari gangbang is like,” Aeolus said just before eight eyes went entirely black.
“…and what will this all cost me?” Samara asked the image in her omni-tool.
“Nothing, it is simply a show of friendship,” Liara answered demurely.
“Enough games, what is this really about?”
The Shadow Broker silently contemplated her response a moment, but couldn’t find the proper words so she typed a command to let a vid answer for her.
Samara watched herself massage Shepard for a minute before asking, “So what is it you want, Liara?”
“I just want to see her.”
“So you can attempt to steal her away from me?”
“No, I don’t want to do that.” The maiden immediately reconsidered her words, “Or maybe I do, but that isn’t why I want to see her. I don’t want to hurt anyone…”
Sensing a ramble brewing, the matriarch intercepted, “Are you free for dinner tomorrow?”
“I am,” Liara answered cautiously.
“I will make reservations for three and send along a time and place later this evening.”
“Thank you.”
Samara’s periphery caught movement and she said, “I must go. See you then.”
“Goodbye, thank you again, Samara.”
The communication line closed and the matriarch turned her attention to the five figures approaching. She couldn’t help admiring the ingenuity of the topless maidens. A still naked Shepard was being led back to her owner on an improvised leash. The crotch of the yellow one-piece was looped around the woman’s neck, the body twisted up into a cord and the shoulder straps served as a handle for the sauntering Aeolus. Every blue face had a satisfied look that she had seen in the mirror a number of times.
As the tall leader of the group handed custody of her human back, Samara said, “Thank you so much for looking after her. I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”
“Oh no trouble at all, she’s very well trained.”
The elder asari pulled Shepard by the makeshift leash in closer to ask, “Did you have fun my pet?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she answered, sweat gluing stands of hair to her forehead.
Another tug of the swimsuit got the woman on to the lounger alongside her owner. She easily found her place tucked under the matriarch’s arm. A hand lovingly rubbed her lower back a bit as they settled into each other. A kiss to a blue clavicle and one to a damp head and they found complete comfort.
Seeing the four maidens awkwardly standing around Samara said, “Please, sit. The day has only just begun.”
The invitation was gladly accepted, a small party beginning once the maidens who hadn’t joined in originally wandered over. Food and drink was gathered up into a nicely varied buffet. Music and chatting entertained for a little while, but soon one of the newcomers had to ask about the naked human female. That led to Shepard being passed around like a party favor. She spent an hour on her knees pleasing any azure that hadn’t received any behind the showers. Then she was bounced between laps; being felt up, made-out with or asked to do her best impression of an exotic dancer. The strippers in attendance helpfully gave her a few pointers.
Samara had garnered some interest herself from Lyris and another young asari, Anala. Being flirted with was something she hadn’t experienced in centuries. Shepard had been pretty blunt upon hunting her down after the war and their arrangement hadn’t technically been romantic until after their raid on Nevos. So, she found it quite amusing to play dumb to the pair’s advances for awhile, but finally took pity when they started talking about how lovely the older actresses in “Vaenia” were. In short order she found herself with a maiden’s tongue in her mouth, hand down her pants, lips latched to her nipple and fingers squeezing her breast. Coming up for air at one point she could see her pet on all fours watching her, a line behind her waiting to taste human pussy. There wasn’t a hint of jealous or fear of loss, which was good considering her developing plan involving one Dr. T’Soni.
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