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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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As the haze of sleep dissipated from Shepard’s mind she began to slowly realize someone was trying to wake her in the most pleasant of ways possible. She couldn’t tell what was happening to her right way, but as her consciousness took hold it became clear. She could feel a body tightly pressed to her entire left side, a leg wrapped around her own. It took a second more for her senses to sharpen enough to tell a hand had found its way under her tank top and was urgently groping her right breast. The final touch to gain her notice was from the soft lips pecking at the swell of her cheek and corner of her mouth.
Without a thought the woman being molested began returning the kiss. As soon as she showed some encouragement the lips surged and a tongue invaded. She offered no resistance to the conqueror claiming her mouth, in fact she welcomed it. Wanting to give the proper greeting to her body’s new ruler she attempted to reach out with her hands but found she could not bring them down from above her head. A second test and she realized her wrists were bound and chained to the wall. She didn’t remember falling asleep tied up.
“Good morning Shepard.”
The woman’s eyes flew open as the voice was that of, “Liara!”
The maiden shifted to straddle her captive’s hips, both hands finding their way into the tank top, before chiding, “It’s improper to refer to your asari better with such familiarity.”
“What?!” she exclaimed. “Where’s Samara?”
Liara was taken aback by what seemed to be sincere concern, as if she’d have actually harmed the matriarch. “She’s…”
As the alien atop her answered Shepard noticed the bindings on her wrists were from her LNT box and immediately shouted, “Teddy bear!”
The emergency override released the restraints and the soldier grabbed the doctor before rolling them both toward the bed’s edge. They fell off the side with Liara underneath, knocking the wind out of her. Shepard popped to her feet to go in search of her missing love, which turned out not to take too long. As soon as she scanned her surroundings she spotted blue skin peeking out over the plush armchair in the den. Sitting crossed-legged on the floor wearing a simple cotton outfit, wrists bound over her head to the short length of bulkhead separating the kitchen from the bathroom was Samara, looking extraordinarily calm despite the bright red ball-gag in her mouth.
With Shepard’s fingers dangerously close to freeing the captured matriarch a recovered Liara shouted, “Stop right there.”
There was a brief pause as she considered the situation, then the woman stood and turned. “What’s going on?”
“I have seized control of this ship.”
“How?”
“I was the one overseeing the instillation of your ship’s upgrades. It was a simple matter of requesting several backdoors be put in place.” Pride swelling her posture Liara straightened her back and crossed her arms. “And a single stasis field was enough to prevent either of you from waking until I wished it.”
“So we’re your prisoners now?”
“Samara is.” With a crooked smile the young maiden added, “You’re stolen goods.”
Shepard gave Liara a glare before spinning and squatting to remove her owner’s gag. “What’s going on?”
After stretching her slightly stiff jaw Samara answered, “It is as the young doctor says.”
“Well then I’ll just free you.” Suggesting with a smirk, “Then we’ll tie her up and…”
The matriarch interrupted the lurid thought, “No, it is not your place to resist. This is between Liara and I.”
“Then what should I do?”
“As always, you will do as you are told.”
The softness in Samara’s expression let Shepard know this was nowhere near a serious situation and she had no reason to worry. The matriarch opened her mouth widely, queuing for the gag to be reinserted, which was. Swiveling around as she stood, the collared human was greeted by a very smug looking Liara T’Soni. A single curled finger summoned her over and like a punished child she obeyed; shoulders slumping, head down, arms hanging. Submitting to anyone but her owner seemed wrong, plus the last time she assaulted an asari in the bedroom she got punished.
Liara’s cocky smirk could barely contain the building giddy smile as the skimpily clad woman grew closer. The thin material of the cropped tank top did little to conceal the sway of the bust beneath and the delicate, pink panties contrasted so beautifully against the powerful thighs below and defined abs above. Just by looking it was obvious the soldier’s body was significantly stronger than her own and the idea she’d have complete control over it made her tingle all over. Their night on Illium was wonderful, but had the awkwardness of it being their first time together; this time would be quite different.
A single nod toward the bed was all that was needed to direct Shepard onto the mattress. After settling on her back she heard a throat being cleared, so with a sigh she put her arms above her head. Liara then confirmed she had the command program for the restraints as a few taps to her omni-tool tethered the wrist cuffs to the wall by a short length of chain. Forced into such a prone position she couldn’t help fidgeting, trying in vain to hide from the fully clothed maiden surveying her barely covered form.
“Why so nervous?” Liara asked as she slid onto the mattress. “I thought you loved submitting to superior asari like me.”
“That was a game,” Shepard answered with her head turned the other way. “I only love Samara.”
“So our night on Illium meant nothing,” the maiden accused.
“No, it’s not that. I do care about you a great deal; and you were awful cute in that sundress and when I had you pinned to the bed rambling off every goddess in the asari pantheon...” the woman tried asserting some sort of dominance.
Shepard’s admission put a thought in Liara’s head. “Then you liked me more when I was the bashful, little maiden?”
“Yeah,” then, mostly out of dislike for the look on her captor’s face, quickly followed with, “I mean no.”
Confidence swelled Liara’s blue chest as she remounted her prisoner and placed her hands on toned abs. “So if I were the one tied up you wouldn’t be so resistant?”
“Obviously,” the bound woman’s eyes narrowed with apprehension.
“Well now that I know your problem isn’t with being with me,” Liara’s fingers slipped up the scant shirt to take hold of the perfect breasts underneath. “Your problem is only that I’m on top. So I will have no qualms over having my way with you.”
“Wouldn’t you…” Shepard’s voice hitched as her nipples were tweaked. “…rather do something we’d both enjoy?”
“Hmmm,” the asari’s lips hummed on their way to latching onto a sensitive, little nub through thin fabric. “Nope, though I’m confident you’re still going to enjoy yourself.”
“The big, bad Shadow Broker has to force herself on women,” the human tried taunting.
“I am tired of listening to you,” Liara said just before flipping the flimsy top up to cover the human’s face.
Everything turned white as the prisoner had her shirt turned into an improvised mask. She truly didn’t want to be in the position she found herself in. It was her choice to submit to Samara but with Liara she wasn’t getting that choice; plus she practically hated being in bondage. Resigning to her fate her head collapsed on the pillow. If she really wanted to she could just say “teddy bear” again to free herself, after all no one could make Shepard do something she really didn’t want to do. There were worst places to be than pinned under a curvaceous, young maiden who seemed to like putting things in her mouth though.
As Shepard surrendered Liara prepared to indulge in what she was too shy to propose on Illium. First she had to get a bit more comfortable though, so she stretched out to shimmy her way to lying between the sculpted thighs of her conquest. With the shirt flipped up she had free reign to do as she wished to the soft peaks and firm plains before her. She couldn’t resist squeezing the mounds that more than filled her hands together and buried her face in the deep cleavage created.
Liara luxuriate in her little slice of paradise for many drawn out minutes, knowing she had plenty of time to do as she pleased. She inhaled the smell of dried sweat from the previous night that had yet to be washed off as she rubbed her face through the valley. Occasionally she’d turn her head enough to lap at the inside of a breast. Her lips eventually wandered out of the valley, kissing a path up toward a sensitive summit. She swirled her tongue around an areola then flicked across the tip before latching on.
As she groped and sucked Liara felt intensifying squirming below. “Enjoying yourself yet Shepard?”
“Oh did you already start? Hadn’t noticed,” she tried to remain as blasé as possible, even as the fabric over her mouth vibrated with every labored breath.
“Fine, be that way,” Liara said around the nub stiffening in her mouth. “I have others ways of making you talk.”
Shepard nearly hurt herself with how hard her eyes rolled, but before she could make a smartass remark teeth sunk into her tender nipple causing her whole body to jerk and the thought to die. Her back arched from the bed as Liara pulled her breast up by the sensitive tip to the limit of its elasticity. After being held there a second the weight of the flesh overcame the asari’s grip and it snapped back in place. She withheld any brewing groan or moan, not wanting to give the satisfaction.
Liara descended leaving a trail of gentle kisses and light licks in her wake toward her obvious destination. At the navel she paused to dip her tongue in followed quickly by the tip of her nose. The pink underwear of her plaything rode low on the hip so there was a bit more skin to taste before she reached lace. A toothy smile spread her cheeks at being so close to the hardened soldier’s cute, little panties. She rested her curled lips on the silky fabric as she enjoyed the moment awhile.
Once her revelry ended she noticed, “I do believe I see a damp spot down here.”
“Must be sweat.”
Liara took a thorough sniff. “Doesn’t smell like sweat.”
“You must be mistaken,” Shepard couldn’t think of a decent retort.
The maiden moved the panties aside so she could slowly drag her tongue through the obviously excited folds underneath. “Doesn’t taste like sweat.”
Shepard couldn’t predict what sound may slip past her lips so remained silent. Her thighs however betrayed her as they involuntarily spread a little further apart. The movement didn’t go unnoticed as Liara eased them over her shoulders. She was suddenly glad her face was covered as it meant she wouldn’t have to see her captor’s smug expression. If not for Samara’s order she’d have the young asari pinned and begging for mercy in a heartbeat.
Now with something far better to do, Liara stopped her taunting. She started with a series of pecks to the lithe muscles to either side of the prize, savoring each quiver she caused. With every kiss she closed in on the glistening sex until her lips grazed alongside the bunched fabric. Just as she was about to delve in the devil on her shoulder spoke up and she digressed to the flesh pressed to her cheek. She bit lightly then sucked hard to mark her claim.
Once satisfied with the love bruise she made the blue alien turned her attention back to her true desire. During their night on Illium she wasn’t given the chance to loiter as long as she would have liked between Shepard’s amazing legs. She loved how her senses were consumed and perspective limited by the most intimate of her partner’s flesh. Her vision filled with flawless skin, nostrils overwhelmed by earthy arousal, ears by the sounds of excitement she could elicit, and as her thoughts turned to taste she drifted forward. It was like melding, but rawer, more physical and so much dirtier.
The purple, asari tongue ran along the pink, human folds with one long lick. At the top she prodded the hard nub with the tip until the flesh all around rippled with shivers. Before the shivers grew too severe though, Liara reversed course. The initial exploratory done she settled in a bit closer so she could nibble with just her lips or push her most nimble of appendages inside or anything else she pleased. With a torturously slow pace she thoroughly experienced every nook and cranny Shepard had to offer.
For over an hour the restrained hero fluctuated wildly between love and hate for the asari happily playing at the apex of her legs. Her love chased after building orgasms, peaking as her juices coated Liara’s lovely, blue face but soon veered off into loathing as no reprieve followed. The devilish tongue tirelessly continued until Shepard just wanted to strangle the maiden but that feeling only lasted until the warm bliss in the pit of her stomach started developing again. She had no idea how many of these cycles she was forced through and was relieved when she finally felt her panties being put back in place.
Liara put her toy away, giving a last peck to the mound just above. She then crawled back up the restrained form giving very wet kisses to her prisoner’s navel, lowest rib, inner breast, opposite nipple and clavicle along the way. Rather than flip the white top completely away she elected to move it only enough to capture Shepard’s lips. The soreness in her jaw screamed its presence immediately and she had to call off the making out sooner than she would have liked.
“I thought Traynor had the oral fixation,” Shepard’s ass regaining a few IQ points as her body recovered.
Liara chuckled as she tried to remember the right number. “We spent a fair amount of time in the sixty-nine position.”
“There’s a nice mental image,” and in the next breath asked, “You gonna untie me now?”
“After you return the favor.” With a second thought Liara added, “And I get some water.”
After a sloppy smooch the maiden slid off the bed and padded her way toward the simple kitchen, a nice sheen covering her face from the nose down. She hadn’t been so happy since becoming the Shadow Broker. She felt like skipping, but spotted her other captive and thought better of it. Trying to avoid eye contact with Samara she put her head down as she marched by but a muffled sound caught her attention. It was obvious the gagged matriarch had something to say so after a moment’s consideration she detoured.
“Do you need something?” Liara inquired politely.
“How long do you plan on keeping Shepard bound?”
Not feeling the need to actually answer the maiden asked, “Why?”
“Bondage is a form of punishment to her.”

“What? I thought bondage was common for…”
“Everyone is different,” Samara quickly said. “At best, it is a punishment. She dislikes having her senses limited or feeling like she is not taking full part in the activity. At worst, binding equates to mistrust. That you do not trust her to follow your orders. If you wish for her to keep her arms over her head simply tell her to.”
“She doesn’t like having her senses limited?” Liara asked as she worriedly looked back to the bed.
“She can be quite greedy, desiring as much stimulus as possible,” she explained before reassuring, “Do not be concerned, what you just did to her could hardly be considered abusive.”
The maiden gave a small smile, “Just for that I won’t put the gag back in.”
“You have my thanks,” Samara responded with a wry grin.
Liara now wanted to hurry back to Shepard for more than the obvious reason and got her drink of water with haste. Perhaps a bit too much haste as she released a solid burp once the glass was emptied; that Samara must have heard given the amused look on her face. A step away from the bed she shed her pants leaving her blue bum bare. Time couldn’t be wasted taking off her long-sleeved shirt. As she knee walked across the mattress she typed in the command to release the bindings on the woman’s wrists.
Finally the tank top was pulled off Shepard’s face, a second before a kiss and apology, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you didn’t like being tied up.”
“Don’t worry about it,” the woman said with a smile pelted by asari lips. “So, should I move or are you just going to sit on my face?”
“Huh?” The scientist paused, looking down into the human’s eyes.
“I am still your prisoner… or should I say your stolen goods.”
“Very true,” Liara said, already sliding up Shepard’s body. “Are you ready to service your asari better?”
“Yes, thank you for choosing me to pleasure your glorious azure.”
Unable to hold back any longer the maiden grasped the human’s hair to pull the waiting mouth tightly against her throbbing sex. A low groan escaped her lips as she started to ride the stunningly skilled tongue dancing inside her. She had to bury a set of knuckles in the pillow to keep her gyrating hips from throwing off her balance. Already overly excited it took little time before her eyes turned an absolute black and her mind reached out to her lover’s. Again she felt consumed by Shepard and it was an amazing feeling.
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