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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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One of the many shows of gratitude Shepard had received for all she had done was control of one of Cerberus’s more lucrative investments. She wasn’t entirely sure who had given her the generous gift; quite a few of those in her debt had the capability to steal away an entire company but none of them took credit. Whoever the benefactor, it amounted to her being able to indulge in the luxury of a beach front resort on a planet as expensive as Illium. Even though there hadn’t been much of a colony there before Samara made her vows to the Justicar Code, the ancient alien still knew what to look for in posh accommodations.
Their corner suite had an expansive view of the ocean from the balcony that wrapped around the transparent, outer walls. Exotic planets and high-quality replicas of great works of art adorned every spot in need of decoration without overcrowding the space. The bed was large and plush, though Shepard preferred the familiarity of the one on the ship, along with the faint scent they had sewn into it. Not that she’d admit to such a perverse, olfactory preference. The bathroom on the other hand was a whole other story; whirlpool tub, multi-head shower and marble everything made it easy to expound its virtues.
Having completed her duty of washing her asari superior’s gorgeous form Shepard turned off the water flow and made for the clear, stall door to retrieve a towel. Before she could get more than a step away a lightly scaled hand took hold of her shoulder and spun her back around. If not for the embrace she immediately fell into she would have more than likely gone head first into the wall. She wasn’t given any time to consider her possible fate as Samara’s lips provided an irresistible distraction. Her arms naturally slipped around the matriarch’s elegant neck while a responding grip was taken of her round rear.
The kiss magnified in passion with each passing second of engagement, Samara maintaining easy dominance over the entirely subservient woman. Her hold on the sublimely cheeks kept their wet bodies sealed together. She squeezed and kneaded with a good portion of her strength, forcing Shepard to rise to her toes and give a small grunt against her lips. In the back of her mind she wished her pet would show some rebelliousness; she had such fun wrestling the heated human into submission after Nevos. At some point she’d have to figure out a way to get that reaction again.
Pulling from the kiss and loosening her grip, Samara asked, “Do you need assistance with your make-up?”
“Do I have to?” Shepard pouted.
“Absolutely, I wish to show off my lovely, young, trophy human.”
The compliment got a blush and, “Then I’m going to need a lot of help, ma’am.”
“Go get dressed. When you come back I will assist you. Your outfit for the evening can be found on the bed.”
To Shepard’s disappointment her owner pressed the button for the automated drier and a blast of warm air blew away the moisture without the fun rubbing and groping a toweling off would involve. Her posture drooped as she turned toward the door, but was straightened before she took a step by a sharp swat to the ass. She didn’t dally any longer to the bedroom, finding what at first appeared to be a conservative, white top that would cover wrist to wrist and neck to hip. A second look around without seeing anything else besides shoes made her realize the laid out garment was in fact a dress.
After their trip to the beach public displays of anything shouldn’t have fazed her, yet her face warmed at the thought of wearing something so short. To delay the inevitable she went to her underwear drawer to pick something that wouldn’t cause lines. She didn’t have the right bra, but did have a pair of rather sheer panties that’d work. After checking how her butt looked for longer than necessary she turned back to the bed. She slipped revealing dress over her head and pulled the bottom hem as low as it would go which turned out to be less than an inch below her modesty. The design’s purpose obviously to draw all attention to her highly toned legs.
Still trying to tug the dress down to cover at least a little of her thighs the woman reentered the bathroom to the welcome sight of a nude Samara. Slightly bent over the counter her shapely, blue bottom was perfectly displayed. All Shepard wanted to do at the moment was fall to her knees and worship the mounds of flesh. Absentmindedly she started to drift forward to do just that, but her movement was caught in the mirror. With just a point of a finger she was directed to the toilet lid where she spent several minutes getting her make-up done. Though not a huge fan of the stuff, she did really enjoy having it applied by a naked asari.
Once dolled up Shepard was left to do her hair, which she did have talent at, while Samara took her turn dressing in the other room. Before turning entirely away the woman spotted a mauve box on the counter with her name on it. Opening it up, she found a simple, diamond necklace and bracelet. Jewelry wasn’t her thing either, not even having pierced ears, but she did appreciate the gesture, whether or not it was just to make her look as good as possible in order to show her off. Though, she knew all her owner’s comments about trophies and primitive humans were just part of a game; that she weirdly enjoyed.
Samara was waiting for her date by the door to the balcony dressed in a black, pin-striped suit. Her outfit didn’t include a dress shirt; rather her single-breasted coat was tailored to enhance the display of her deep cleavage. Hints of color given by a ruby-red pocket square and shoes. The chosen heels taller than those Shepard would be made to wear, so the woman wouldn’t topple over.
The cab had already landed on the patio just outside so Shepard broke stride only long enough to exchange a peck on the lips and compliment, “You look absolutely amazing, ma’am. I’m so lucky to be yours.”
“I would say I am the lucky one to have such an exquisite creature in my life.” Samara guided her human to the skycar by a light hold of the hip. “Shall we?”
The entire cab ride the mature asari’s eyes stayed out the window while her hand ran along the inside of Shepard’s thigh, gently squeezing the firm muscles. The woman being felt however couldn’t ignore the caressing touch dangerously close to her thinly covered crotch. When she tried to return the favor a bit, a pinch got her to give up before she could even put a finger on a pin stripe.
By the time they arrived at the expensive restaurant specializing in Thessian cuisine Shepard had forgotten her revealing wardrobe. Rarely ever wearing a skirt, she didn’t consider how much she’d be exposing as she got out and accidently flashed the salarian valet her tan underwear, who found it more amusing than arousing. Samara however didn’t miss the look on the amphibian’s face as her pet helped her out of the car. She kind of wished that a member of a more amorous species had gotten the show; she just found blushing cheeks on the hardened soldier adorable. That was only one missed opportunity to cause some embarrassment; the next was mere minutes behind.
Just through the door Samara’s hand went back to the woman’s hip, this time it dipped a little lower so her fingertips could trace along the hem so high on the thigh. Immediately Shepard remembered how much leg she was revealing and the worry of showing anymore skin rose. As soon as she began to slouch a goose straightened out her posture. She looked to her owner who gave back an amused grin and kiss on the cheek. By then they had reached the hanar host that escorted them to their table in a corner partially secluded by some well placed decretive plants. The aquatic alien then left with what appeared to be a bow.
As she sat across from her ancient date Shepard inquired, “Is this the right table? There are three chairs.”
“Must be a mistake,” Samara lied before turning to the menu. “Have you had asari food before?”
“Nothing this fancy, just some fast food on the Citadel,” she answered as she started looking through the options.
“Then I will order for both of us.”
“I already assumed you would.”
“I probably should have as well.” A thin lipped grin curled Samara’s lips as the waitress arrived.
Shepard set down her menu as her food was chosen for her. Not needing to pay attention to either asari at the table her eyes began to wander around the establishment and didn’t notice the amount of food being order was more than two would need. Limited by the nearby ferns she could only see a few of the other patrons. There were several families, not one of the children dragged along had anything near a smile on their faces and not one of the parents seemed to care. At the large table in the center of the room some sort of business was being done by a half dozen salarians and volus. Of the various dates a depressingly high number looked to be lacking any amount of love.
As the made up woman tried to figure out if the two hanar in the far corner were flirting or trying to flag down their server she felt something brush her shin. Her eyes returned to her companion across from her, who was asking about the chief’s specialties. Peeking under the long table cloth would be a bit weird and she didn’t want to take the chance of bringing any attention to her practically bare lower half, so she shrugged it off and started to go back to people watching when she got a more persistent visit. Again her gaze went to her owner, who had yet to run out of questions for the waitress. When the distinct feeling of a toenail scraped her knee she wished she was a bit more ladylike and had crossed her legs.
Shepard’s natural reaction was to slam her legs shut, but it was obvious that was not what Samara would want her to do. So with a fair amount of focus she didn’t move as a concealed, big toe slowly trailed along her inner thigh. Of course it wasn’t a straight trip, the matriarch lazily wandered back and forth, growing threateningly close to the junction before retreating. Each time an approach began her whole body tensed. Then as the waitress suggested which wine would best compliment their meal the mischievous foot went deep enough for the pinky to touch the opposite thigh.
When the human’s whole body jerked the waitress had to ask, “Are you alright, ma’am?”
“Fine,” Shepard squeaked. “Just got a chill.”
“I could check the a/c.”
“No, I’m fine, thank you.” The woman’s spine steadily straightening.
“Alright, then is there anything else you two need?” the perky maiden asked.
“No, that will be it, thank you.” Once the waitress had left Samara commented, “You are not giving me enough room.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” and Shepard spread her legs a bit more.
After feeling around a bit the asari puzzled, “That is odd. What garments did I lay out for you this evening?”
“Well,” she croaked as a thick appendage tested the elasticity of her panties. “There was the dress, the shoes and the jewelry, which are beautiful and want to thank you again for.”
“You are welcome,” Samara said warmly. “But I must ask: Did I lay out underwear for you?”
Biting her painted lower lip Shepard answered, “No.”
With a bemused smile the matriarch presented an expecting palm. The woman soon to be going commando started to get up to make for the bathroom, but a cleared throat and head shake put her butt back in the chair. A pleading look went ignored and Shepard had to resign herself. After a quick glance around to ensure the coast clear she began her hopefully covert action. Suddenly the brevity of her skirt didn’t seem as bad as it only took a flip to bare her hips and rest her panty covered bottom directly on the seat’s cushion. After another look for prying eyes she again hopped a little so to yank her underwear down to mid-thigh and before lowering them further she made one more maneuver to get her skirt back over her rear.
Faking a dropped fork, Shepard reached under the table to retrieve her unmentionables. When she got back up she noticed wiggling, blue fingers asking for the sheer panties she had just shed. Balling them as tightly as possible she passed the underwear over, her cheeks burning. She wasn’t given long to mull her embarrassment over as the toe returned near immediately. Not offering anymore resistance, the woman opened her legs and leaned back a bit to give the digit easy access.
Running a toe up and down her pet’s sex Samara asked, “Did you enjoy yesterday’s trip to the beach?”
“Yes, maaaa,” Shepard dragged when her button was pressed.
“No more ma’ams tonight and please answer my question with complete honesty.”
“I did have fun.” After a moment to re-gather she continued, “It was a bit much though and I think I’m more like you when it comes to partners.”
“In what way?”
Shepard couldn’t find the answer right away with what was happening under the table, but eventually explained, “I desire an emotional connection when I have sex. I mean, I’d take you over an entire harem of willing asari concubines.”
“Do you have an asari fetish?”
“No!” the teased woman exclaimed as a particularly sensitive spot was found. “I mean, no I don’t really. I just have a Samara fetish.”
“Cute, but I am still curious about your likes, dislikes and desires.”
“I’ll admit a growing affection for feet,” Shepard joked, twitching at another well placed prod. “I’d say I prefer human women and asari over anything else. I like feminine curves.”
Samara’s attention shifted halfway across the room. “We will have to continue this later.”
“Why?” The woman’s opinion altered, it was suddenly disappointing that the moistened toe retreated.
“Glad you could make it Dr. T’Soni.” The matriarch gracefully stood even as she slipped her red shoe back on.
“Doctor…” Shepard started while turning her head to see, “Liara?!”
“Thank you for inviting me Justicar Samara,” the demure maiden said with a bow of the head before taking her seat.
The pleasantries continued on between the aliens as Shepard stared dumbfounded at her former crew member and not because she looked stunning in her elegant, violet evening gown. A whole host of other things were racing through her head: wondering why and how Liara could be sitting next to her; realizing her loving owner enjoyed setting her up for these types of encounter, just like on the beach; stressing the once mousy scientist would notice her rather skimpy wardrobe; and perhaps most of all, worrying the small, blue invader would return.
Before any conclusions could be found Liara moved on from her elder, “It is so good to see you Shepard.”
Jerking out of her momentary stupor the human responded, “And you too Liara. How have you been?”
“I’ve been well.”
“What are you doing here?” Shepard had to ask.
“I was in the system.”
“But, how did you know we were here?”
Samara interceded, “She has been providing us assistance for awhile.”
“Why didn’t I know?”
“Justicar…”
“Please, do we need the formalities? Call me Samara.”
“…Samara wouldn’t let me speak with you; which I still don’t understand as to why it’s for her to determine.”
“I’m under her command and she has final say.”
“Under her command, is that all?” Liara confronted.
“What do you mean?” Shepard played dumb.
“The Shadow Broker somehow procured a vid of me taking care of you after your injury during our last mission,” the arrival of the wine halted the conversation a moment.
So the revelation stewed awhile before Shepard could ask, “Why would you do that?”
“Is it not obvious?” Samara cut in again, taking a sip from her glass.
“Liara?”
After shooting a death stare at the matriarch to her right Dr. T’Soni turned back to her left, “I was concerned about you. I was concerned Samara had imprisoned you.”
“Such concern should have been alleviated by the footage you saw though,” the matriarch continued stoking.
“Fine,” Liara gave. “I’ve had a crush, you could say, on you ever since you saved me on Therum and I have always regretted not making my feelings known.”
The confession didn’t fully sink in before Shepard wondered, “Why are you here though, if you know I’m with Samara?”
“She wants to trade some ship modifications for a date with you.”
“I do not!” Liara immediately exclaimed. “I already told you that the upgrades were a gift…”
“…to let down my guard so you may attempt to seduce Shepard and steal her away,” Samara finished the thought.
“No,” said more calmly. “The gift is so the two of us could become more cordial. Shepard is a good friend and I don’t want to lose that.”
“What if I said I did not mind if you two went on a date?” As always, the matriarch’s timing proved impeccable and the waitress appeared with tray in hand so the question had to hang in the air.
After a couple minutes of waiting Liara leaned in to answer, “I would have to wonder why you would do such a thing as well as wonder how much you truly care about Shepard.”
“There is no doubt to how much she loves me,” the object, though rare participant, of the conversation chimed. “Though, I’m also wondering why she’d allow me to go on a date with someone else.”
“If unattached, what would you say?” Samara’s accompanying look demanded complete honesty.
Blushing a little, unable to make eye contact, Shepard answered, “I wouldn’t be opposed.”
“Then it is decided. When would be a good time Liara?”
Still supremely suspicious but unable to pass up the chance the maiden accepted, “Friday, in the morning. I’d like it to be a full day.”
“Friday it is.” Samara spread a napkin across her lap.
“But,” Shepard interrupted any further statement. “I don’t understand.”
Always observant, Liara excused herself, “I should wash my hands before eating. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Once the only ears within shot were human the matriarch asked, “What do you not understand?”
“You just set me up on a date, why would…”
“I have a thousand years worth of experiences,” the elder alien explained. “You have little more than thirty. It would not be fair for me to deny you any.”
“Is this part of that whole ‘asari take a more philosophical approach to relationships’ thing?”
“It is,” Samara answered, but still saw some pain on her pet's face. “Though, if I thought the young doctor had an actual chance to steal you away then I would not allow her in the same system as you, much less the same table.”
The fear that her owner could so easily surrender her evaporated and Shepard relaxed. This wasn’t like the beach orgy that only involved lust and not love. The idea of going out with anyone besides the asari across from her just seemed odd, especially considering her friendship with Liara. Come to think, how did she not see the maiden she once saved had a crush on her? It must not have been obvious the woman quickly concluded. Better able to enjoy her meal, she took up her fork as did Samara. When the younger asari returned most of the tension had dissipated and the three began a more relaxed conversation. Though, the human didn’t get to enjoy the new atmosphere for long before something brushed her knee.
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