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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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Shepard had awoken for the second straight morning in a situation she was unused to. The previous she had found herself alone and left to her own devices. This time the oddity came mostly from the position. For the first time she had an asari curled under her arm, clinging to her rather than the reverse. With Samara, if not bound, she either had her head resting on a solid, blue shoulder or had wondrous, pillowy breasts pressed to her back. Having the smaller, softer Liara laying partially on top of her was far from unpleasant though.
For several minutes the woman stared at the ceiling of her hotel room perfectly content lightly stroking supple, back muscles, but she couldn’t ignore the pressure building in her bladder forever. Using feathered kisses to crest and forehead she was able to get Liara stirring and then with a gentle roll she was able to free herself. Having every intent of returning to rouse her relatively young bedmate in the most enjoyable way possible, she headed for the bathroom. That plan did not turn out to be in the cards; for as soon as she finished her business and start on her return to bed she heard footfalls heading toward the kitchen and mention of breakfast. So, she spun right back around figuring she might as well shower.
Shepard washed off in a military fashion, getting in and out as if a line of marines were waiting. On her short trip to the bathroom she had noticed Liara’s dress draped over the back of a chair, but not her Blasto shirt. A tingle ran through her at the mere thought of catching the maiden wearing only the top too big for her frame, though not big enough to give complete coverage. By her estimation of their difference in size she’d be viewing a quarter-moon, at least. Plus she kind of always wanted to sneak up on a half-naked woman making her breakfast wearing nothing but a towel; it was an oddly specific fantasy.
With only the white, terrycloth wrapped around her the slightly damp woman left the bathroom with designs on the kitchen, but was almost immediately detoured, as well as disappointed. Sitting stiffly on the couch facing her was a redressed Liara, making her understand how the asari felt the day before upon seeing her in baggy jeans. Shepard tried to stay optimistic and rationalized that all it meant was she had a chance to strip the asari again. Her hips attempted a provocative sway, and almost succeeded, as she entered the living room, but only made it a few steps before hearing rhythmic taps coming up behind her.
Shepard didn’t have the time to turn before a cryptic whisper filled her ear, “Your trust in me will be rewarded.”
“I thought you said we’d meet for dinner?” the human stammered.
“We still will.” Samara brushed passed on the way to the couch across the coffee table from Liara. “Now, go put on some proper attire. I believe you will find some in the top drawer.”
A hint of neither nerves nor worry could be found in the matriarch’s expression or body language as she reclined into plush, leather cushions. As soon as she settled into a posture reminiscent of Aria T’Loak’s she took a sip of her juice, even noticeably savoring the taste a moment, in spite of the situation. Once again she had chosen to wear a finely tailored suit in the presence of the maiden. Below the waist it was much the same, the shoes just being a far darker shade of red. Above however, she had basically the reverse of a few days prior. Instead of a jacket she had a waistcoat that would have obscenely revealed her entire bust if not for the simple, white dress-shirt underneath. A dash of color added to this outfit by a tie rather than a pocket square. Mature grace oozing from the elegant elder asari.
In contrast, the young doctor across the table had been trapped in an awkward, embarrassing position that she had yet to fully recover from. When she heard the door open Liara was caught completely off guard wearing only an oversized t-shirt; having just enough time to change back into her dress before Samara came walking into the living room. Out of some sort of reflex she swiftly plopped herself onto the couch as if she had been innocently sitting there the entire time. It all just made her feel like a child; dressed in a cute, flowery sundress acting as if her mother had just caught her misbehaving. For a race that based so much of their social structure on age, feeling younger also meant feeling inferior.
As soon as the barely dressed woman left the vicinity Liara growled, “What is the point of this?”
“It is my hotel room.”
“That is not what I meant and you know it.” The maiden leaned forward accusing, “What of your code? You have broken at least a dozen of your vows. Shouldn’t you have shot yourself by now?”
Samara’s head rolled to the side to see if her pet would soon reappear, but the hall remained empty. “You are correct. I am no longer worthy of the title Justicar. I abandoned the code once I stopped denying my feelings toward Shepard.”
“So you do love her?” asked quietly.
“I do.”
“Then why have you been playing around with my heart?”
“I am not playing with your heart,” Samara said with all sincerity. “I am truthfully giving you a chance to fulfill your desire to be with her.”
“You’ll let me have her?” Liara didn’t like her wording, but didn’t know how else to say it.
“I am willing to share under certain circumstances, assuming you still wish to once you understand what is entailed.” The matriarch’s periphery caught movement coming down the hall.
Shepard had opened the top drawer of the dresser and found only her collar. It had taken a few minutes to work up the nerve, but she buckled the symbol of her submission around her neck with little doubt. It was becoming more and more apparent that nothing happened accidently around the thousand year old alien, which was comforting in a way. Her owner had a plan and knew what was best for her. Still, it was difficult to bare herself so completely to an old friend and new lover with complete confidence. So with an arm clutched over her chest, a hand dangling in front of her groin, she shuffled back into the living room.
“Ah, there you are.” Then Samara calmly observed, “There is no reason to hide, we both have intimate knowledge of your body.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Shepard let her arms move to her sides to put herself on full display.
The matriarch patted a cushion, “Come sit.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The woman could not yet bare to seek eye contact.
Finally Liara found her voice and yelled, “By the goddess, what have you done to her!?”
“Done to her?” Samara reached out to rub her pet’s back. “I have done nothing to her she did not want.”
“You lie!” the young broker accused. “Shepard wouldn’t want…”
“Liara,” the forehand mentioned woman quietly said. “This is what I want. We are in love; we’re just in an unusual relationship. I mean, she just gives me so much and we’re so happy…”
Samara interceded the building rambling, “Allow me.”
“I’ll be alright.” She looked back over her shoulder.
“I believe it will be easier for me to, especially in concert with a demonstration.”
The elegant fingers of the matriarch dipped into the little flap of fabric concealing the zipper of her pants. Eyes remaining locked with her pet’s she deliberately dragged open the metal teeth and then slipped a digit inside for a moment. When her hand moved out of the way a maroon tip, the same shade as her shoes and tie, rose from the opened passage. The plastic of the smooth codpiece she wore underneath her clothing reshaped into a six inch phallus without too much girth, she didn’t want to test any physical limits.
Samara found strap-ons, still called that even though they rarely still used straps, an amusing toy to occasionally use on Shepard. This situation practically required the device however. Without it Liara would be watching the back of the woman’s head, with the toy the maiden would get a good view of what was happening. It also meant that she wouldn’t have to expose any of the secrets of her body. Plus, it didn’t hurt that she wouldn’t feel the oral ministrations and get distracted by the talents of her pet’s talented mouth. The sensory transferring model wholly unnecessary at any time as when she wanted to reach the heights of orgasm she had better ways to achieve them.
Blue fingers laced the moist hair, taking a moderate grip, allowing for a last chance to back out. Shepard knew very well that she wouldn’t be punished for resisting or fleeing the room all together, but she felt no need to at this point, her trust in her owner had yet to be misplaced. The hold on her tightened after enough seconds ticked by and she was yanked toward the looming faux phallus. She wasn’t given the time to adjust or ease into it, rather as soon as her lips touched the tip a shove to the back of the head impaled her mouth on the red shaft.
Using the locks as her handle, Samara took control of her pet human’s movements. In a slow, smooth motion she forced the toy in until she heard a gag. A heartbeat held there, she pulled back up to reveal the newly glistening shaft. Before it could be freed from Shepard’s orifice the asari gave another push downward until once again there was a gurgling. After that the same depth was not achieved again so the tempo could be increased until the woman was bobbing on the temporary cock.
To help better settle into her rhythm Shepard reached to grab the base of the strap-on, but was almost immediately caught. The hand holding her hair swapped to the other so her owner could give an admonishing smack to her shoulder then pull her arm back. Not only did this keep her from using her fingers to assist, but also put her jiggling chest on greater display. With each stroke a few more self-conscious thoughts faded as her focus narrowed on giving the best blow job possible. She did actually have some experience to call upon, as a previous girlfriend enjoyed using her dick on the big, bad soldier.
“You see Liara,” Samara’s words getting a shocked jump out of the dumbfounded maiden. “This is Shepard. This is what she wants to be, she wants to be an obedient pet.”
“No,” the young information broker whispered, mesmerized by the sight of her friend getting her face fucked. “Shepard is a hero.”
“Yes, she is. She gladly gave herself to the galaxy as its savior and still performs acts of heroism whenever she can, but that is a lot to demand of one person. I make no demands of her, I let her be what she wants to be and as I said, this is what she wants to be in private. No cares, no worries, no duties; just love, security and passion.”
Unwilling to surrender her image of the great commander Liara could only slightly shake her head and repeat, “No.”
“Perhaps you need a better demonstration.”
Samara jerked the mouth off her plastic dick, a string of saliva bridging them until there was a foot’s separation. Not letting up on her grip of the human’s hair she pulled upward, forcing Shepard to scramble to get her body underneath her head. Eventually the extension of the matriarch’s arm meant the collared woman had to straddle her lap. She used her free hand to press her cock to the puckered hole between the pair of cheeks in front of her. Once she was sure they were properly lined up she gave a downward tug.
Worry of humiliation faded for Shepard had wandered into her mindless world of lust and no longer cared about anything beyond sex. Squatting over the asari’s lap she braced her elbows against her thighs and sat down. Her toes curled against the couch cushions as the maroon shaft slowly disappeared into her ass. Having yet to wipe her mouth the strain of spit became a string of drool at the corner of her lips as she released a stuttering grunt, eyelids flickering. The pressure on her collar didn’t lessen until she felt the fabric of her owner’s pants against her rump. Once her anus was stretched and filled to what she thought was the limit she was given a moment to adjust.
When Samara was ready to move on she pulled the impaled woman back into her body and then to the right so she could see her audience of one from under Shepard’s arm. She gave a kiss to the ribcage in range as she reached around to briefly, but firmly squeeze her pair of human breasts. Then she dipped her left hand down to guide the beautifully muscular backside into motion. Not needing too much of a hint her pet began to drag her ass up and down the fake cock.
“Are you still maintaining your denial Liara?” Samara asked hands still busy with a boob and a cheek.
When the matriarch looked across the table at her younger she couldn’t help but notice a slight difference in demeanor. If she wasn’t mistaken a purple lip was being chewed and blue eyes were definitely intent in their staring. Wanting to encourage the growing change of heart she didn’t press for an answer, rather she shifted her hand to Shepard’s hip in order to better control the pace. Her grip demanded an increase in speed until she literally had the woman bouncing in her lap.
“Tell Liara what you are Shepard,” Samara ordered with a slap to the tit.
“I’m your pet,” she huffed.
The matriarch wrapped an arm around to still her human, with the dick buried as deep as possible. “You can do better than that.”
“I’m your pet,” Shepard whined, wiggling her hips around the shaft, but got no relief and had to use her brain, “I’m just a primitive, human bitch who thinks only with her pussy. I’m so lucky that such a gorgeous and amazing asari goddess would take ownership of me and teach me how to properly serve my asari betters. I’m so thankful she indulges my baser, human desires.”
More than pleased Samara lessened her hold and immediately the happy bouncing resumed. “Use your fingers.”
There was no hesitation; Shepard’s digits went straight for glory. Frantically she rubbed her clitoris like she was trying to make a fire with two sticks. Her body came to a stop and it took a mild swat to her flank to remind her she still had duties to perform with her ass. Not that she could hold up for long and a loud moan erupted from her throat. In under a minute her body clenched, every muscle in her body clearly defined against her skin as the sweat poured off her. The orgasm seizing her turned out to be so intense that it shot out onto the table.
In disbelief Liara watched the collared woman spasm a few more times before going limp. Her eyes fell to the droplets clinging to the surface of the glass, coffee table in front of her. Not even she really knew what she was thinking, but she sure wasn’t given enough time to dwell. The spent Shepard was laid face down into her own mess, knees on the rug. As the maiden started to raise her vision to meet Samara’s, crossed red high-heels settled along the human’s perspiration stained spine and the matriarch looked every bit a conquering empress.
“Would you like to have a turn? She will recover quickly.”
The words knocked loose tears Liara didn’t realize were building and after only a moment’s indecision she fled. Not bothering to actually put her shoes on she just grabbed them on her way out the door. Samara just gave a sigh, pressing a button to retract her maroon toy and redoing her fly. As she removed her feet from her pet’s back she noticed Shepard shaking and leaned forward to investigate.
Touching the woman’s taut shoulders Samara worriedly asked, “What is wrong?”
“God, I’m such a whore,” Shepard bemoaned as her senses had returned. “I can’t believe what I just did in front of her. I can’t believe what we just did to Liara. I mean, she was crying…”
“Shhh, come here,” the matriarch allowed that thinking to go no further and gathered her pet up.
After a little jostling Shepard found herself cradled against her owner’s bust, her lower half curled on the cushion beside. She felt a little silly clutching to the asari like a yet weaned infant, but couldn’t deny how comforting it was. Especially when fingers laced into her hair, gently scratching her scalp as well as lovingly rubbed her rump. The turmoil would not completely wash away so easily and she remained tense even under the soothing touch.
Samara felt words wouldn’t be enough to calm the woman, so moved her hand with a grin. “I have something that will ease your distress.”
Shepard chuckled watching blue fingers undoing shirt buttons less than inch away. “I’m not a baby.”
“Compared to me you are,” the matriarch said as she pressed her dark nipple to the human’s lips.
With a blush the former commander opened her mouth and took the stiffening nub in. At first it seemed so odd and it was hard to get past the absurdity of being a full-grown woman suckling at the teat of an older alien, but after several serene minutes her mind stopped getting in the way. The hand returned to soothingly stroking her rear. Then the unmistakable presence of her thousand year old love touched the edges of her mind. It wasn’t a full meld uniting their two souls rather it wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.
“Do not worry. The young doctor is far too strong to let a momentary shock affect her too deeply. I am sure she will recover and resurface soon enough.”
“Resurface?” Shepard only got the one word out before being pressed back against the heavenly soft breast.
“Trust me.”
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