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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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“I can’t stay here!” Shepard yelled into her communicator as bullets peppered the skycar she was hiding behind.
It seemed like it would be an easy raid on a grocery store acting as a front for a gang with several worrisome connections. Security appeared minor at first glance with only a pair of guards at the door and a few hidden mechs to back them up; similar to the level of defenses for a small town bank. In actuality the place was more like Fort Knox, the protection not really coming from the walls or cameras but from the military base down the road. For as soon as Samara and Shepard made their advance three shuttles were scrambled to cut them off before they could even make it across the parking lot.
A hundred feet back Samara used her assault rifle to pick off any foe that tried to overrun her companion’s position. “Can you use your cloak to fall back?”
“Too much fire, they’ll hit me whether they see me or not.” The infiltrator launched an incinerate round at one of the guards attempting to flank.
The veteran asari warrior assessed the situation a moment before responding, “Cloak, I will give you an opportunity, but do not move right away.”
“Yes, ma’am,” and the former marine disappeared into a rippling shimmer.
As ordered Shepard remained still, save filling her hands with grenades, waiting for whatever her superior had in mind. After a few brief seconds, a freight train rushed by either side of her head. Immense pressure built in her ears as the waves of biotic energy impacted the skycar, sending it flipping into the air. Each knew the other with such intimacy, in a number of ways, that Samara predicted how the woman would react to the gambit and sure enough rather than using it as a distraction to retreat the soldier charged forward.
Shepard trailed in the wake of the tumbling vehicle, knowing there would soon be a very large hole in the enemy’s defensive line. The car slammed into the low-hovering shuttle in the center, overwhelming its thrusters and violently slamming into the pavement. Without hesitation she ran full tilt for the pathway through the cascading explosions created by the open doors of the downed troop transport. The only obstacle a solitary staggered man which she neutralized by planting her shoulder in his sternum.
“You okay out here alone?” the infiltrator asked tossing grenades at the storefront.
Picking off a guard that had noticed her companion Samara answered, “I believe I can manage.”
Her bombs obliterated the grocery’s doors and Shepard ran into another explosion. This one disrupted her cloak, making her visible as she passed through. Their attack was during closing hours so she knew the only movement inside would be from the enemy so had no reservations launching a sabotage blast from her omni-tool before fully recognizing the target. The odds were it would be a mech but if not she would at least disable a gun pointed her way. Turned out both proved true and instantly one of the guard’s weapons backfired while the loyalties of the mech next to him flipped.
While her opponent dealt with the synthetic traitor the infiltrator reengaged her cloak, disappearing into the cereal aisle. She started to circle around for a flanking maneuver but only made it to the dairy section before a well placed shot from one of the guards took out the hacked mech, causing it to violently explode. The threats having neutralized themselves she moved on to the door that led to the backrooms.
To her surprise she found a staircase rather than a room, at the bottom of which was an imposing vault door reinforced with shielding. The first step into the passage set off a pressure sensor and then the alarms. She didn’t drop her cloak even though it no longer concealed her presence, but it at least prevented those watching from identifying and preparing for the specific threat she posed. Not feeling she had the time or patience to bypass the lock she drew her new Geth shotgun. Outfitted with disruptor ammo, a shedder mod and high-velocity barrel her fully charged shot completely overwhelmed the kinetic barrier and put a large crater in the thick armoring.
Before firing again she went to one knee, shifted her shotgun to her left-hand and placed her Hurricane on her foot. Her next blast knocked the reinforced door off its hinges with a resonating boom. In the second it took the large hunk of metal to fall she was able to get her free hand on her prepared weapon. The minor amount of time saved by not needing to pull the sub-machinegun from its holster proved the difference between her shields holding or failing.
A torrent of bullets poured upon her, which she only responded to with a spray. Unlike her opponents Shepard wasn’t relying on her slugs to kill, rather she only needed them to deliver her cryo ammo. Her shields held up to the dozens of shots, but the enemy’s defenses did little to stop the chilling effects of hers. When she noticed the man on the left start to frost over she dropped her shotgun and launched an incinerate blast, setting off an icy explosion. The fire died off immediately and when the fog cleared she finished off the frozen over statues left in the aftermath. Coast clear, she holstered her weapons in order to draw one of the pistols she preferred.
“How are you doing?’ Shepard checked in.
“The last shuttle will be dealt with shortly.”
“Alright, call if you need me.”
After a short burst from her assault rifle Samara casually replied, “Of course.”
The line went silent and Shepard resumed her mission. As she had done many times in her life she slowly made her way through a hostile location with her weapon raised. It turned out she wouldn’t need it though as the last of the defending force had just been eliminated. So nothing would stop her from completing her search. This gang had obviously been gutted but the vigilante pair had strong suspicions that they were deeply connected to a larger organization. Three shuttles full of assault troops were hardly easy to come by.
The infiltrator found several nearly empty rooms, only a few crates populating each. Though none were marked as such they all had tech with distinct Cerberus origins. This wasn’t the first time she’d encountered such leftovers from the nefarious organization but she hoped that this time she’d find some evidence as to where it came from. So she extracted every bit of data she could from each terminal she came across; it would probably be weeks before it could be decrypted though.
“I’m done in here, ma’am. How about you?”
Samara teased, “I have been done for thirteen minutes. I only need speak to the local authorities and we can leave.”
Before the sun had set they were on their way back to their ship, not yet in the habit of referring to it as Winni. Shepard went straight to the lower deck to stow the equipment while Samara headed for the cockpit to start the analysis of the stolen data. The asari was in such a rush after shedding her armor that she only slipped on one of the silk robes her human had bought her. Recently she had purchased a more practical, modest wardrobe but in this case she was more concerned with work than clothing and the single article was more expedient. Funny how everything the woman had picked out for her could so easily be put on, and taken off.
Samara’s focus tightened so greatly on her task that she forgot about the clock thereby forcing her pet to join her once she had gone too long without being rewarded. It actually hadn’t been that long but Shepard’s mind always went south as soon as she stepped back on board the ship. She tried to stay patient, distracting herself with bathing and eating but all too quickly she wandered up to the cockpit and into her spot beside the pilot’s chair. She did show enough restraint to remain silently at attention until acknowledged however.
It took only a second or two for Samara to notice she had been joined, but didn’t let on for several minutes; making the woman wait. Not until the recently upgraded decryption VI no longer required direction did she sit back and swivel her chair with a sigh. The first thing she noticed was Shepard’s eyes wandering a tad low. She followed the gaze down to see she hadn’t tied her belt well enough and her well-endowed, right breast was completely hanging out.
“Eyes forward Shepard,” the matriarch immediately ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” she answered sharply.
Samara synched her robe before standing. With a simple command the chair folded up and retracted under the main terminal. She was going to need a little more room for the new game she wished to try. Slowly she paced a circuit around the trained soldier until coming to a stop face to face and inches away.
The ancient asari leaned in as close to the human’s ear as possible without touching and whispered, “You are not to speak nor move. You are not to so much as flinch. If I require you to move I will reposition you myself.”
To test her pet’s resolve Samara pressed a series of light kisses along the cheek to the corner of her mouth. The first phase passed, the asari stepped it up and dragged her tongue over Shepard’s lips. After a single slow swipe she pushed the tip in. That was where she found weakness as the woman started to open her mouth in order to give the agile muscle better access and immediately had to be corrected. The matriarch gave a hard swat to the flank and pulled away.
“I ordered you not to move.” With a stern stare the matriarch warned, “Defy me again and we will have to start over; tomorrow.”
Trusting that to be the end of the defiance Samara’s eyes and hands went to the human’s belt buckle. As she had so many times the matriarch deftly separated the ends, this time however she didn’t leave it in place, rather slipping it off with a snap of the wrist. She turned it into a loose loop and hung it around Shepard’s neck, the extra length turned to the back and out of the way. Her attention quickly shifted to undoing the green trousers’ fly and again broke tradition by giving it a sharp tug to send it down to ankle level.
Samara was disappointed that the khaki t-shirt was too long to reveal the panty choice of the day, but had to admit there was a certain appeal to the powerful thighs sticking out from the bottom hem. A second wave of disappointment hit when she lifted the fabric away to see some dull, black briefs. Just before moving on she noticed a bit of extra skin on the side. She glanced up to make sure Shepard eyes didn’t track her movement. Satisfied at her pet’s restraint she looked down to see only the upper part of the woman’s ass was covered. She stifled a small chuckle as if memory served correctly the style was called ‘cheeky’.
She decided to put her pet to the test once more and leaned in to lightly blow in the lobed ear as well as give a hardly covered buttock a squeeze. She could see a tightening of the jaw, but nothing else so stepped back to the front. Fingers still pinching the bottom of the t-shirt she pulled it up until it reached Shepard’s eye line. With a modicum of concentration she focused her biotic energy to a pinpoint at the tip of the nail and immediately cotton fibers were torn apart. Effortlessly she split the fabric straight up the middle.
The split in the t-shirt framed Shepard’s navel and exposed the tiny strip of fabric bridging the demi-cups of her bra. Samara slowly traced down the gap from clavicle to panty line before reaching up to brush the ruined article of clothing off the broad shoulders. It fell only half way to the ground as it caught on the still clasped hands of the stoic soldier and dangled between her legs. Unhurried the asari continued teasing, running her nails over the hardened abs and around to the sides.
For just over a minute the matriarch tested how ticklish Shepard was by skimming her cuticles over the vulnerable, human skin and was disappointed by how little reaction she could wring out. Seeing she would need to move on to a more sensitive body part Samara trailed her fingers around to the back bringing their faces so tantalizingly close that the tips of their noses nearly came into contact. She really wasn’t making it easy for her pet.
With the hooks released Shepard’s bra slipped down to hang from her elbows and across her stomach. Blue fingers immediately wrapped around her exposed breasts, the thumbs drawing circles around her areolas. The laps continued until the tips in their centers stiffened enough to be pinched into full erection. Her discipline strained when she saw the magnificent, mature face of her owner dip and felt her right tit being lifted to intercept.
Goosebumps coursed over her body as the first hot breath stung her nipple. The contact from the luscious lips put a steel rod up her spine and the suction that followed very nearly broke her but she endured. Just as she settled into the loving attention being paid to her chest a slightly painful bite sent a shock through her system and she couldn’t help jerking. The ministrations on her nipple ceased near instantly as her tiny movement didn’t go unnoticed.
“Have you had enough for today?” Samara threatened more than asked.
Shepard didn’t answer, didn’t move, didn’t even let her eyes wander from the red light across the cockpit she had locked onto minutes ago.
“No? I guess I will continue then.”
The matriarch’s fingers trailed lower, skimming over the range of taut abs, skirting the shallow navel and on to the silky fabric. They remained outside the black panties all the way to the noticeable damp spot. For several seconds she rubbed along the covered slit studying the woman’s face for hints of weakness. The self control the infiltrator could muster was quite impressive, even to an asari who had dedicated centuries to being a Justicar. Still, she doubted Shepard would remain stoic for long.
Samara hooked the crotch of the immodest underwear and again made the tip of her fingernail the focal point of her considerable biotics. The flimsy cloth immediately succumbed to the miniature mass effect field making the panties even more lurid as the strip covering Shepard’s womanhood fell to dangle between her legs right beside the destroyed shirt. Even though none of her clothing had truly been removed she had still been fully exposed.
Steeling herself to not so much as flinch, Shepard clenched her jaw and tightened the grip locking her hands together. Having felt the refined talent of the asari’s digits a great many times she knew she could withstand the pleasure and keep her posture perfect. She doubted she’d ever get completely used to what her owner could do to her, but she had developed a resistance to completely falling to pieces. So she was able to keep herself from shuttering when a lightly scaled, index finger began to saw along her labia.
“Remember you are not to move nor make a sound. If you do you will be standing in this spot, as you are, for as long as it takes me to finish the initial decryption of the data we procured.” With a soft grin Samara added, “If you can endure all the way through your orgasm however, I will give you a reward of your choice.”
Shepard remained silent rather than answering. There was not a doubt in her mind that she could withstand; no matter how long her owner teased her. Her confidence only lasted a moment before being dashed; her eyes widening to saucers as they watched Samara’s face sink out of view. A second later her fantasies and fears were realized as she felt an exhaled breath against her nethers. The asari wasn’t going to play fair.
With her thumbs Samara spread open her pet’s hotly excited lips, not hesitating for second before reaching out with her tongue. The agile appendage delved as deeply as possible to swirl through the sensitive channel. Once she had thoroughly explored the human she shifted her affections higher. Peeling away the hood a sucking assault commenced on the swollen clit beneath.
It took mere minutes for Shepard’s left leg to start involuntarily twitching as if she were a dog getting scratched behind the ear. Samara was lenient at first, ignoring the shaking thigh next to her, giving the woman a chance to recover. However once she heard a long, low groan and felt the body she was pleasuring nearly double over the kneeling asari had to claim victory. She pushed a pair of fingers into the wet folds while another reached up to grope a firm, jiggling breast. When she felt the inner muscles tighten she pulled her mouth away to see her pet’s look of ecstasy.
Shepard hadn’t finished climaxing into her hand when the matriarch started to stand; her fingers wringing out every ounce of cum they could. Even after the orgasm had passed she didn’t release her grip on the human sex. Her other hand moved up to hook her pet’s d-ring to claim an utterly dominate hold of the woman as well as provide some support to the almost limp body.
Once she saw dazed eyes drag open Samara stated, “You lost Shepard.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she groggily responded, fingers still buried inside her.
“You are to stand at attention until ordered otherwise.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Shepard practically whined.
Samara let go of her pet then used the tattered remains of the t-shirt still hanging from Shepard’s clutched hands to dry her wet fingers. She summoned her chair and demurely sat. Her pet obediently stood by with her pants around her ankles, belt looped around her neck, shredded shirt dangling from her wrists, bra hanging across her stomach and panties turned into a tattered belt. It would be a long three hours and thirty-nine minutes for the savior of the galaxy.
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