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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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Never had decontamination seemed to take so long, both Samara and Shepard just wanted to use their own shower and sleep in their own bed. Vacationing in a beachfront paradise with nothing to do but each other was hardly something to complain about; it just lasted a week too long. Retrofitting and upgrading most of the key systems of their outdated, STG, spy vessel took time even without money being an object. They loved their time away, but they definitely were glad to be home.
As Shepard dug through one of her bags she asked, “So, what exactly did getting whored out to Liara get us?”
“Quite a bit, you are an expensive piece of ass.”
Laughter burst out of the squatting woman, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”
“Did I do well at it?” a thin grin marking the matriarch’s lips.
“Very.” The chuckles persisted as she put her head back down.
Samara then brought up her omni-tool’s screen and started summarizing, “The armor, shielding and sensors are improved. They added new VIs and drones to help with many aspects of ship functions and maintenance.”
“That should give me some extra free time.”
“I will find a way for you to fill it,” she commented as her eyes skimmed through some technical jargon. “They’ve reduced our torpedo magazine by two in order to install a pair of Thanix cannons. The lower deck has been remodeled rather significantly; we now have another room down there.”
“How do you just add another room?” Shepard asked as she stood.
“The new engine is fifty percent smaller while being twenty percent more efficient. In addition, they moved the wall of the staging area to minimize extraneous space.” Samara’s looked over to see her pet faceting the collar around her neck.
As soon as Shepard buckled the strip of leather in place a pair of fingers hooked the D-ring to pull her into a searing kiss; after it broke she said, “It’s good to be home, ma’am.”
“Indeed it is,” said just before renewing the lip lock until the decontamination ended. “Come, there are a few other additions I wish to show you.”
The luggage was momentarily forgotten in favor of touring the changes to their home. Stepping into the narrow corridor connecting cockpit to living area the lights automatically illuminated. Samara entered a command to keep the rest of the ship dark until she ordered otherwise, to better control the reveals which wouldn’t really begin until the den. The kitchenette did have a few new appliances, but they were hardly anything to point out.
Having only light from the hallway behind made it hard for Shepard to see much, but she could hear the softening of the taps of her boots as they transitioned to the den. The asari in charge didn’t pause to explain so she’d have to wait for her curiosity to be relieved. Their destination turned out to be just around the corner; the bathroom. When it brightened nothing seemed different at first glance. On a second she noticed the cracks on the mirror were gone from that time she snuck up on Samara wearing edible lingerie.
“So what’s new?” the clueless woman asked.
Samara tapped the panel over the toilet. Emitters in the walls came to life to instantaneously manufacture a dozen glowing plates that assembled into a floating basin. Then steaming water was pumped in from a pipe underneath. Shepard couldn’t help but take a step forward to stick her hand in the steadily rising pool. They had taken a few baths in the hotel and she was more than happy to make that a regular occurrence. Forgetting about the rest of the tour she swiftly popped off a boot.
“Not so fast Shepard,” the matriarch admonished.
“Sorry, ma’am.” She quickly slipped the footwear back on before falling in behind her leaving owner.
Once in the other room Samara explained, “I had new, variable-density flooring installed. Under the furniture it is hard, underfoot it is soft. In fact, it can be made soft enough to sleep on. I thought it would be easier on your knees.”
“Thank you for the consideration, ma’am,” she said with a blush as she followed to the last shaded corner.
Shepard’s eyes rose from studying the floor to the spot where her bedroll used to be. A slight shine peeking around the nearby bulkhead made the wall seem a bit closer than she remembered. Before she could surmise what she was looking at on her own Samara touched a panel and a new light source turned on. One of the dopier smiles the woman had ever mustered consumed her face after only a few seconds of watching the dozens of fish swim in a tank half the width of her old one on the Normandy, but nearly twice the height.
Samara wrapped her pet’s belly up from behind, kissing the nape of the neck. “Do you like the changes?”
“Absolutely love them. Thank you so very much.” Her hands settled over the blue ones on her stomach.
“When you are finished watching the fish, prepare the bath so you can show me just how much.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Shepard immediately lost interest in the tank.
Her pet dashed off so quickly that Samara didn’t have time to give a pat on the butt. A shame, but she’d have a chance to pat a lot more than that soon enough. Before she went in pursuit she brought up her omni-tool once more for the night to tell every VI on the ship to run full diagnostics. It wouldn’t be so great to discover the FTL drive is faulty by turning it on. Estimated time of completion was just over an hour; a perfect amount.
Stepping into the bathroom, the matriarch’s fingers were already undoing the buttons of her top, but they paused upon sight of her loving human. The woman was kneeling in the center of the tub, the water coming up to just above her navel. Strips of suds from the added bubble bath slowly slid down from her shoulders and over her breasts; an extra cloud of foam gathered around each nipple. With her wet hair slicked completely back, tongue dragging along her lower lip and a wanton gaze Shepard looked almost predatory.
Eagerness was something Shepard had in excess, which Samara wasn’t going to complain about, but also couldn’t give in to. Control had to remain with her, so she would dictate the pace. She resumed working on the buttons of her simple, white top, temporarily ignoring the woman waiting for her, without a hint of rush. Once bare from the waist up, she bent to release the clasps on her shoes, not kicking them off until she stood erect again. When she started on the pant’s zipper on her hip she could hear slight splashes as her pet got antsy. That only got her to slow even further, deciding her clothes should be folded and placed on top of the hamper lid. Seeing no other way to easily stall, she finally approached the bath.
The asari gracefully stepped into the perfectly warmed water, the tub’s texture halting any potential slippage. She stood expectantly in front of her pet, fists on hips. It didn’t take a second before the woman surged forward to plant an adoring kiss to Samara’s lower lips. Once the proper ‘respect’ was paid she sunk into the divine pool. When her rear hit the bottom she realized she didn’t have quite enough room and waved Shepard to the opposite end of the basin.
The matriarch closed her eyes and slouched so low the foam concealed everything below her neck. The perpetually horny woman sat on her haunches for a minute before the disappointment set in; it seemed her owner only wanted to soak. Just as she resigned herself to just bathing something slipped into her lap. She looked up to see one of her goddess’s crystal-blue eyes and a twitch of the head. The order was obvious so she delightfully began to rub one of the feet in her lap.
“VI, begin playing music set Sam five,” Samara told the walls.
Just after a lazy melody filled the air Shepard mentioned, “We should give it a name.”
“Give what a name?”
“The VI and the ship for that matter; we still have it on the factory presets.”
“Very well, what do you suggest?”
Shepard silently massaged as she thought awhile before saying, “Winni.”
“Is that an acronym for something?”
“Nope,” she answered with a smile. “There was an ancient vehicle on Earth known as a Winnebago that we humans used to house our old and torture our young.”
“That sounds awful,” Samara paying full attention now. “Why name our home after such a thing?”
“Just joking… mostly,” Shepard added under her breath. “Really it was a big vehicle that doubled as a house, kind of. The layout of our ship is similar to its. Plus, I think it’s a cute name.”
“Very well.” The asari’s lids flittered shut again. “We will register everything later. We are far too busy at the moment.”
“I am at least.” The collared human lifted the blue foot above the waterline to give the big toe a kiss.
“I am as well. I am busy getting a foot massage.”
“Of course, ma’am.” After a few minutes of happily performing her task Shepard suddenly felt the need to venture, “Ma’am, can I ask you something?”
“Anything at all my love,” Samara said with a soft smile, sensing the weight on her pet’s shoulders.
Being called love lightened her heart and made the question come more easily, “Why did you want me to get involved with Liara?”
“Because she can give you things I cannot.”
“That isn’t true…”
“It is. The dynamics of our relationship makes certain things impossible. Now, do not take that to mean that there is anything wrong with our relationship, I just believe Liara can provide things you would otherwise be missing.” Then after a lengthy pause she guiltily added, “I also must confess there are things she can provide me that are more professional in nature.”
“It’s okay, ma’am. You don’t need to explain. I have complete faith in you. I’m just a little confused is all.”
“You will not be for much longer.” Samara smiled and curled her finger.
“I know,” Shepard responded as she heeded the beckoning gesture and crawled through the bubbles to her owner.
As soon as she could the asari hooked the D-ring on the collar to guide the human’s lips to hers as quickly as possible. Her tongue immediately invaded, claiming what was hers. Shepard didn’t resist in the slightest as Samara’s alien appendage took its liberties for many minutes only letting up when she wished to find a new taste. So she yanked the woman up by the neck until her lips could touch a wet breast. The onus of keeping the position was left to her pet as she put her focus into playing with firm, fleshy orbs that had a pleasant, herbal flavor from the nontoxic bubble bath.
Shepard sighed and braced her arms against the sides of the tub, doing all she could to keep her sensitive chest within a tongue’s reach, no matter the discomfort of the pose. Hands fondled, fingers squeezed, lips sucked, teeth nipped and tongue flicked. As good as it felt it didn’t really matter, all she cared about was providing entertainment to her owner, but before she could completely settle in to the attention she was gently shoved away.
“Get me a glass of that wine we bought today,” Samara suddenly ordered.
“But…”
She quickly cut off her pet, “When you return you will finish massaging my feet.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Shepard whined as she stood.
This time the matriarch didn’t miss her chance and landed a solid, wet slap to the woman’s posterior. It had been a long day so Samara honestly wanted to relax; she hated admitting it but she was tired and knew she couldn’t keep up with the always amorous human. Though that didn’t mean she wanted Shepard to, rather the woman would have to suffer being teased the rest of the night until receiving a reward just before falling to sleep.
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