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The Justicar's Dog of War	By : Doirly_No Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 55028 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Today is about you and Liara.
Think of nothing else.
Let your emotions flow naturally.
But most of all, have fun.
I will see you tomorrow.
-Yours
Shepard awoke like she hadn’t in months; alone and left to her own devices. Only the vague note placed on the pillow next to her gave any guidance on how to go about her day. No orders to follow or duties to perform, it was left to her to figure out. It felt odd as soon as she pulled away from the bed and got only odder after showering as she had to choose a proper outfit, which required more consideration than first blush would suggest.
Wardrobe choice had always been so simple in the military; just wear the fatigues that were clean or the armor with the best damage protection. Since submitting to Samara it had gotten a touch more complicated, but not by much, just the added effort of picking matching lingerie. Today though was very different especially considering the implications attached to that last line, ‘I will see you tomorrow.’
After standing before the burrow in nothing but a towel for a minute Shepard realized she was over thinking. She picked out basic, black briefs, not bothering with a bra. Wanting to avoid anything militaristic she then picked out jeans rather than trousers, a Blasto t-shirt, a white cap and a light hoodie. She wasn’t going into the day looking for anything but to catch up with a friend and have a good time, wherever that may lead. She was going to have fun and fun meant comfort. The odds were heavily skewed in favor of her taking everything off before leaving Liara’s company, but still, she wasn’t going in with that pressure.
Shepard’s comfort meant Liara’s disappointment. The white dress the maiden only got a few good looks at the previous evening gave her hope that the human had changed her sense of fashion. However instead of some small, tight shorts hugging one of the top ten asses in the galaxy, she got a baggy pair of unflattering pants that gave no hint at what was underneath. More worrisome, and slightly hurtful, was the fact the woman didn’t seem to be interested in being attractive.
Then again, this was the same oblivious person who didn’t think hunting down her corpse; dealing with a group like Cerberus to get it revived; and hanging on to her dog tags and chest plate for two years were anything but a sign of friendship. Liara quickly pushed away thoughts that could lead to blowing this opportunity, even if she still didn’t fully trust Samara. Her approach went unnoticed as the object of her affection was leaning against the boardwalk’s railing looking out toward the ocean. Rather than interrupting right away, the young maiden took a spot a yard away to take in the same view.
After a surprisingly long period of time Shepard finally turned her head, “Oh, hi Liara. How long have you been there?”
“Longer than I should have,” the asari teased.
The woman’s eyes couldn’t help but trace down her date’s body. The normally fully covered doctor had on a pretty sundress printed with flowers and held up by spaghetti straps. Most would consider it modest, but it still amounted to the most revealing thing the maiden had ever worn in front of Shepard. So used to the warrior bodies of herself and her owner, her first thoughts drifted to how soft the blue flesh looked.
“That’s a very cute dress,” the human complimented while her gaze remained a tad too low.
“Wish I could say the same for you.”
Glancing down at her outfit Shepard asked, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Besides the fact you look like an adolescent boy?”
“Yeah, besides that,” the woman conceded.
With a barely suppressed giggle Liara moved on, “So, where are we going?”
“What do you mean? You bought me for the day. I thought I’d be following your lead.”
“By the goddess, I did not buy you!” she again tried to make clear, pressing her palm to her forehead. “The upgrades to your ship were not dependant on your presence.”
“Okay, you rented me,” Shepard sarcastically brushed off. “In any case, you know Illium better than I do.”
Liara’s palm didn’t fall until she said, “Let’s start with lunch. There is a nice bistro around the corner.”
“Do bistros serve booze?”
The young broker resisted the urge to put her hand to her head again. “Probably not, why?”
“I just think we’ll need some loosening up.”
Liara sighed, “So early in the day?”
“Come on,” disarming with a smile. “You’re telling me you don’t want me as loose as possible?”
There was a definite blush while answering, “The brewery a few doors down is also quite good.”
Shepard stepped aside raising a hand and bowing her head to let the asari lead on. Liara played along by giving a slight curtsy before starting off. After a half mile stroll they turned onto a walking mall populated with tourists and the type of establishments they’d frequent. Even though the young maiden maintained an apartment on Illium, it was on the other side of the planet. So, she was as much a visitor as any and actually was passing information from a guidebook off as firsthand. It wouldn’t look right for the Shadow Broker to not know something as mundane as where to eat.
Near the end of a row of restaurants was a small place with a patio only large enough for three tables out front and almost no one inside at that hour. Little light was let in through the windows giving a cozy feel. Per request, the hostess showed the pair to a booth with enough room for four where they sat without much said. Predictably they couldn’t easily find conversation under the odd circumstance of being set up by the lover of one of them. Any future for the two didn’t seem to have a chance, though in her heart Liara had to hold out some hope. She didn’t know her rival to be cruel, so there had to be some possibility somewhere.
As the basics of decorum were dealt with, such as ‘how are you’ and ‘how are the folks’, Liara mulled over the possibilities of Samara’s plan. She highly doubted that the matriarch lacked love for the woman. Perhaps her elder was looking for some sort of polygamous relationship. Her three daughters did have an asari father, but that still didn’t entirely line up. Not once had she picked up on any level of attraction coming from anyone except, hopefully, Shepard. She hated that she had nothing to research or gather in order to solve this problem. All she did know was she had to avoid mentioning her rival.
Not completely dense to other’s emotions, Shepard noticed the gears grinding across the table and attempted to help her asari date by immediately putting in an order for beer. Drunkenness was always a good cure for thought. With the alien’s superior metabolism it took a couple rounds to start busting the defenses, though that was mitigated a bit by lack of experience. After a few pints the conversation finally got interesting as Liara opened up on the crush she had on her knight in shining armor; the infiltrator’s hard-suit did actually glisten when viewed through the Prothean energy-field that trapped her, the archeologist explained.
An hour after the first swig the buzzed pair had taken the most relaxed of postures; leaning back with their feet up on the opposite bench. Shepard had slipped around to sit alongside Liara when the doctor commented on the rudeness of putting grimy boots on the seat beside her. It didn’t take long after that to recognize the comfort in the reclined position and mirrored it. Though neither put much thought into their closer proximity right away.
Once every ounce of embarrassment could be wrung from the maiden’s confession of unrequited love Shepard shifted topics a little with, “Don’t tell me you’ve had eyes only for me for the past five years.”
“What are you implying?” Liara mocked outrage. “I am a perfect, chaste flower.”
“Bullshit, who unchasted your flower, because I know it didn’t happen before we met?”
“I had some liaisons during the two years you were…”
“…dead,” Shepard helped. “Was one Feron?”
“I thought about it, but he wasn’t emotionally stable and I didn’t want to take advantage.” With a swig and a smile Liara added, “Besides, my affection for you made me realize I have a preference for the feminine.”
With a laugh, “I ruined you for all men without even touching you once. Damn I’m good.”
“Well, you are Commander Fucking Shepard.”
“Oooo, you swore. I’m telling your father. She’ll be so proud.” Even flirting with drunk the woman could still catch a dodge. “At least give me the names I’d recognize.”
“Goddess, you are incorrigible and there is only one name that you’d know.” Sinking a little lower in her seat, head tilted toward her companion, “Another young intellectual with a crush you left in your wake may have ended up in the Shadow Broker’s liar a few times.”
After longer than should have been necessary Shepard finally remarked, “Traynor?”
“Of course it was Samantha,” Liara responded dumbfounded. “A woman comes to your cabin in lacy lingerie to use your shower and you think nothing of it?”
“What was I suppose to do, walk in on her?” Only needing a head shake to answer her question, the former commander sighed, “Shit.”
The maiden covered her mouth as she giggled, “Glad to know it wasn’t just me you ignored.”
Shepard gave the asari’s leg a friendly pat and joked, “Yeah, if I hadn’t been such an idiot I would have given you a roll, Traynor too, then both of you together. Maybe put you on your back while Traynor sat…”
“I think that’s quite enough of that.”
“Yeah, you’re right that is enough guessing, I need some facts.” The inebriated woman having forgot where she left her hand. “What happened when you found a damp Traynor in lacy panties?”
“You are not drunk enough to forgive that question.”
“But are you drunk enough to answer it?”
The once shy asari gulped the last of her mug to get past the threshold of tipsy so she could respond, “I don’t want to embarrass the girl, but I will say she likes putting more than just that toothbrush in her mouth.”
“Gotta love a girlfriend with an oral fixation.”
“I wouldn’t say girlfriend. We were both alone and afraid…”
“I understand.” Shepard stopped the thought from straying toward the war. “I’d tell you about my dalliances, but I’m guessing you have a collection of files, dossiers and vids detailing every wet dream I’ve ever had.”
“You make it sound like I’m some sort of degenerate, which is a funny accusation coming from the woman who has been feeling up my leg for the past few minutes.”
Honestly surprised, she immediately began to pull back and apologize, “Sorry about that.”
Liara caught the strong hand before it could leave her soft thigh. “I didn’t say you had to stop.”
Sly grin on her lips, twinkle in her eye, Shepard’s gaze drifted lower with a new found interest in what her hand was doing. She slid her fingers slowly down to cross the border of clothed and bare. Soon after her pinky felt tiny, blue scales she reversed to travel back up. The flowery sundress bunched against her wrist causing more and more leg to be revealed. About halfway she stopped to slide inward and took hold of one of the tightly clenched thighs.
“I know asari don’t wear underwear,” the woman mentioned without looking up from what she was squeezing. “So, I was wondering if that’s true, even when they’re wearing short skirts.”
“We might with a short skirt, though I wouldn’t consider my skirt short.”
Needing no more of an invitation Shepard released her handful of blue flesh to pinch the dress’s hem. She lifted the fabric up and peeked under to check. With little slouch to Liara’s back all there was to see was a teasing Y formed by the folds of the hips and deep crevasse between tightly held thighs. She then leaned in, easily finding the maiden’s lips for kiss, but when her fingers made a play her wrist was grabbed.
“You haven’t earned that yet,” the maiden scolded.
“How do I?”
Liara pulled away. “I’ll think about it while we walk on the beach.”
“Cliché,” Shepard poorly concealed under her breath as she stood.
“Clichés exist for a reason,” she responded, taking the hand offered to help her up.
A minute later, after paying the bill, the former commander asked, “Should we wait a few hours so we can take our walk in the moonlight?”
“You aren’t going to earn anything at this rate.”
They strolled to the seashore; neither of their buzzes lasted long given the natural strength of asari biology and augmented strength of Cerberus implants. At the sand both shed their shoes to dangle from their fingers. A half mile into their easy hike the heat started to become noticeable and Shepard’s hoodie went from being worn to tied around her waist. Not too long after that Liara gave a passing mention that the sunlight was bothering her eyes and near immediately found the human’s cap awkwardly hung on her head.
Liara came to a stop as the brim almost entirely obscured her vision. Human hair and asari crests had very different headwear requirements. The hat was taken back temporarily so the adjuster in back could be completely undone. Without the hindrance of the rear strap the cap easily slipped over the alien fronds. In that moment the adorableness of the young maiden couldn’t be denied and she had a quick kiss stolen from her. When their lips parted their hands found one another again and they continued on connected.
When they reached the numerous pillars of a large pier Liara turned inland to go around and perhaps visit the carnival on top, but Shepard didn’t go along. The grip on the blue hand tightened so not to allow its escape. The human anchor kept them in place a few moments as mischievous thoughts formed.
“Have I earned it yet?” the woman ventured.
Not getting an answer fast enough, Shepard glanced around before yanking her date off balance and then over her shoulder. The squeal of the maiden being abducted was outside the earshot of any would be witnesses. Surrender was immediately given to the seasoned infiltrator and the giggling asari’s body went mostly limp. Without any hesitance a strong hand took advantage, disappearing up the sundress; a pliable, blue buttock providing the perfect handle to hold.
The amorous, former marine carried her precious cargo deep into the shadows under the dock to the most seclude spot available. Unwilling to give up the cushion filling her hand she let the body off her shoulder, but not to the ground. Rather the asari’s weight slipped down to settle into both her palms, fingers gently testing how much the blue flesh would yield. Rarely exercised thighs squeezed her sides as ankles locked at the small of her back and arms around her neck. Purple lips had no chance of escaping capture.
Two pairs of shoes hit the sand as soon as the spot was chosen, followed quickly by Liara’s borrowed cap. The young scientist was more than content pressed against one of the wave beaten pillars, her tongue passionately dancing. The strength displayed in the arms so easily holding her aloft and hands so firmly gripping her rear were intoxicating. She doubted she could do anything to stop this powerful human from ravaging her.
The pressure holding the maiden against the hard wood mounted, bringing more of their bodies into contact. Having been slid into position her skirt rode high around her waist and her bare azure rubbed the jeans she had complained about earlier. It took only a minute of friction for her to realize the advantages of her position. Her hips uncontrollably grinded against the stiff material, doing all they could to sate the need in her excited folds. Guiding hands gripping her bottom encouraged the increasingly desperate humping. The amazing sensations would have provided her all the stimulation necessary for her release without melding. She didn’t want their first time to be under a dank pier.
Shepard’s mouth broke away to travel to the nape of the blue neck and between ragged breaths asked, “What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want to,” Liara groaned as light kisses traced her jaw.
“Tell me,” the human pleaded, still helping the asari grind against her. “I’ll do anything you say.”
“I want…” Her voice hitched, unsure what to say she just spouted, “I want… I want your face.”
There was no hesitation, in a flash the human dropped to her knees while placing the asari on her feet, though not for long. As soon as Shepard’s shins hit sand she retook the silky soft thighs from the opposite side so they would lie over her shoulders and squeeze her ears. Once again the blue toes left the ground and the slim back pressed against the worn, wooden pillar. Liara’s words were a half-formed request that was meant to ask for cunnilingus, but the obedient woman took them a bit more literally and her head went under the skirt that had fallen back into place.
Liara quickly got her dress out of the way in order to watch the human’s face disappear behind her crotch. With eyes closed Shepard’s features rubbed her glistening azure, giving them a perverse sheen. Her hips couldn’t help but grind against what was offered with vigor. A sexual thrill chilled her spine watching her lower lips straddle the all-powerful soldier’s nose, her purple clitoris riding the bridge. The view alone may have been enough to push her over the edge, so the undulating maiden would not last long.
Joy washed over Shepard as did a gush of alien cum. Partly out of habit, mostly out of desire, she began to lap at the damp, blue skin around her like a cat cleaning her kitten. She felt at home between quivering, asari thighs and wished to stay as long as possible, but she could tell that the under-exercised muscles couldn’t hold up too long. While still trying to lick away the excess moisture she carefully set the recovering doctor down, making sure to continue providing support.
Legs weakened, Liara’s knees struggled to stay upright even with help; she did not want to sit down and get sand anywhere unpleasant. What did not help was that the woman kneeling in front of her persisted in trying to clean her crotch. She reached out to run her fingers through the tangle of hair which got the eyes below to look up. After a brief pause the delightful, pink appendage wiggled out to take a few more swipes along her very sensitive folds.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Liara asked once her breathing slowed.
“Very much.” Shepard placed one more kiss to the center and stood. “And you? Did I do a good job?”
The maiden’s cheeks blushed. “Yes, you did. Thank you very much.”
“You are very much welcome.”
“Should I return the favor?”
“If you want to.”
“I do, but not here.” Liara reached up to run a finger through the mess she made of her date’s face. “I don’t think we can go anywhere with you like this either.”
“Well, I may know a place we can go,” Shepard said with a grin before reaching over to pull the asari’s dress back down.
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