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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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For an hour Liara lay in bed trying not to wake-up, she didn’t want to face the day. The guilt from what she did the previous night still nagged at her, but that was only part of her depression. What really bothered her was the realization that she could not be with the woman she loved. She wanted to be with Shepard, but she couldn’t be someone’s mistress. Playing the role was fun for awhile, but not as a lifestyle. That must have been why Samara hadn’t been threatened by her, the matriarch knew she wouldn’t want that sort of relationship. She didn’t really want to dominate anyone; that she cared about at least.
When rising could no longer be put off the maiden rolled over and out of bed. Without a thought that two other people had to be in the near vicinity she failed to put anything more on, leaving her in just the loose, grey shirt she slept in. It hung low enough in front to both cover her azure and reveal much of the valley between her breasts. Her behind on the other hand was only half guarded by cloth. In her outfit consisting of one article of clothing she turned toward the bathroom and as it turned out her pair of prisoners, standing tall in full Justicar armor and fatigues, respectively.
“Good morning Liara,” Samara greeted, making the maiden jump.
Hunched over a bit and tugging at the lower hem of her shirt the junior asari replied, “Good morning. Would you mind if I put on some pants?”
“You don’t need pants to talk,” Shepard observed.
“Allow me to handle this,” the matriarch said over her shoulder to the woman behind her.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Liara started to bend down to grab something to wear but Samara spoke up, “I do not believe you require pants to talk.”
The maiden shot a glare at the giggling human as her back straightened without a thought as to why she was following the order. The previous encounter on Illium made the situation less of a shock to the system and just seeing Shepard so happy and playful did wonders to improve her mood. For the moment, at least, she could put her pending fears aside.
“I guess you both have seen everything anyway,” Liara said even as she pulled at the bottom hem of her shirt. “What is it you wish to speak about?”
“I have a proposition for you,” Samara stated with an even tone, her hands clutched behind her back. “The war has taken its toll on the Justicars. Most of our ranks and all of our temples are lost. We are a dying order. ”
“I assume you want my help preventing that. So what do you need; recruits and building materials?” the broker asked warily.
“Not exactly. The other Justicars and I have been discussing the future at length and we are all in agreement that our order does not have one. It is impossible for us to both follow the code and train others to replenish our numbers. The inherent absolutism of the code makes it difficult to only partially abandon so many, such as myself, have begun to stray further and further from our vows.” Samara ruminated a moment on the end of her way of life before continuing, “However few have lost the desire to assist the innocent. If we are to die, we wish to die helping build that which will replace us.”
Any thought of embarrassment the maiden had was quickly replaced by curiosity. “How does this involve me?”
“You are a hero of the Reaper War, second only to Shepard. So all I am requesting of you is to continue being a hero.”
“I will help any Justicar you refer to me…” the maiden was still unsure where the conversation was headed.
“More than that. Make the Shadow Broker’s network a force for good; giving aid to those in need and stopping those with ill intent.”
“I will not follow your code nor will be subservient to your order.” Liara crossed her arms and squared her shoulders.
“Nor did I expect you to. Most Justicars understand there will be compromises. The shape of the new order will be negotiated between you and the Justicars, along with input from Shepard.”
“How long do I have to decide?”
“As much as you need, this is not a decision to be taken lightly; and to be clear, no matter what you choose it will not affect your relationship with Shepard.”
Mention of the name caused Liara’s eyes to flick over to the human, who was openly leering at what was peeking out from the bottom of her shirt which she in turn couldn’t help putting effort into covering. “What possible relationship with Shepard could it affect?”
“Whatever kind you want, so long as you understand I will not be going anywhere.” The matriarch gave the blushing maiden a moment to mull before venturing, “Shepard was just telling me about how happy you have been these past few days, right up until last night when you realized there were responsibilities involved in pet ownership.”
Liara jumped to the wrong conclusion, “I am not putting on a collar.”
“Of course not, only the truly perverse would want to,” Samara said with a straight face.
“Pfft, never hear you complaining about my perversion,” Shepard scoffed.
“What was that?” The matriarch turned her head with half a raised brow.
“Nothing,” the marine childishly answered. “Sorry, ma’am.”
After a giggle Liara asked, “Then what is the offer?”
“I offer you what I have given Shepard: a haven. When you are with us you will have no responsibilities, I will take them and you will be given time to play.”
“Why would you do that for me?”
“My experience with Shepard has shown me I am quite good at it.” And with a soft smile Samara further explained, “And you are as deserving as her to have your desires fulfilled and stresses relieved.”
It didn’t take much consideration for the maiden to answer, “I will accept that offer.”
“Wonderful, we will settle on the details later.” Samara then turned around, “As for now, Shepard please give the young doctor a proper greeting. I have some work to catch up on.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the human gave a quick nod to her superior.
The elder asari hooked her pet’s collar and planted a deep kiss before adding, “Try not to tear your clothing this time.”
The biggest of smiles erupted between Shepard’s cheeks, “Yes, ma’am!”
For some reason Liara did not like the look that crossed her approaching, former commander’s face. So when the terrifying human took a step forward, she took one back. She pulled harder at her shirt, getting it to stretch a few inches down her thighs but also got her nipples dangerously close to coming free as the collar dipped lower. This reaction just got the predatory stare directed her way to grow more intense. Perhaps she should call Samara back so she could turn down the offer or at least call off this beast before her. Her natural defense instinct kicked in and her biotics flared which somehow broke the spell on the woman as the advance halted.
“What are you doing?” the nervous asari inquired of the human typing away on her omni-tool.
“Turning on a dampening field,” Shepard casually explained.
The stasis bubble Liara was attempting to conjure evaporated, making her completely defenseless to the skilled infiltrator. When her retreating legs hit the bed a thought hit and she flipped her own omni-tool on as she had all the override codes. Her gambit had a fatal flaw; there was no way her fingers were faster the Shepard’s feet. Before she could find the proper directory powerful arms wrapped her up and she was flung onto the mattress.
After the asari bounced once she tried to scramble away but again she proved not to be fast enough and a weight landed on her back. She launched one last struggle, only managing to roll over. Powerful hands shackled her wrists and a hard body sat on her pelvis. She could still flail her legs, not that it helped to dislodge the larger human on top of her. Her useless wiggling ended with a surprised gasp when she felt her tormentor’s hips grind against her, giving her azure just the right friction.
“Give up?” Shepard taunted as she adjusted her grip to hold both wrists with one hand.
“So I guess this is where you get your revenge and have your way with me.” Liara squirmed, disheartened her two arms couldn’t overcome the human’s one.
“Aww, do you really think I’m so petty?” she asked as she nudged her captive’s shirt up.
“No, but you are that much of a deviant.”
“Wish I could deny that,” the woman on top smirked before she took hold of one of the maiden’s heaving breasts. “Now then, what should I do with this pretty, little maiden I caught?”
Liara tried to hold back but within seconds the skillful ministrations forced her to moan, “Oh goddess.”
The Shadow Broker renewed her squirming, but for a very different reason than just a minute ago as the strong hand massaged her sensitive flesh. The longer the fingers played across her chest the harder it became to stay mum and reveal the little experience she actually had. Her nipples were twisted, pinched and otherwise harassed into twin pebbles atop blue mountains. She couldn’t help but arch her back so her breast could more easily be molested. As the minutes ticked by with only this limited amount of attention she grew increasingly restless, wanting desperately for the human to go further.
When Shepard felt the asari under her begin gyrating she asked, “Ready to give up my pretty, little maiden?”
“Must you call me that?” a frustrated Liara snapped.
“Now I do,” the woman teased as her insistent hand continued to do as it pleased. “Guess I’ll take that as a no.”
Just as Liara thought she’d go insane from the hardly satisfying teasing everything changed in a flash of grey. Her shirt was slipped off over her head and arms in a single swift motion. Before she could completely figure out what was happening her omni-tool had been wrestled away. Then to her confusion the human dismounted, freeing her. She knew better than to think the ordeal was over. For a second she thought about attacking the human while her back was turned, but in the next second realized how little a bookworm scientist could do against a career soldier. There was nowhere to run so all she could do was slide further onto the mattress.
Shepard shed her boots and reached under the bed for the item she needed to enact her deviant plan. Knowing Liara was too smart to try to fight or flee she lowered much of her guard. She hoped that the asari was feisty enough to struggle though. Amongst a few dust bunnies she found the squat cylinder she wanted.
Liara’s eyes went wide with fear as she saw the woman pop back up with a roll of tape in hand. “What do you think you’re going to do with that?”
“You’re a smart, little maiden, I’m sure you can figure it out.”
With the bed pushed into the corner there was only one escape route. The naked asari took a chance and scrambled, giving Shepard quite the jiggling, swaying show. Alas Liara wasn’t near fast enough, only getting fingers over the edge of the mattress before a strong grip took hold of her ankle and yanked her back. Once again she was sat on, this time though she couldn’t manage to turn over even with her arms and legs free.
Shepard let all her weight drop on her victim and asked, “Surrender now?”
Having the soldier sit on her made it a bit harder for Liara to breath and bit easier to decide. She gave no resistance as her arms were pulled behind her back. Her hands were pressed to the opposite elbows then her forearms were bound together by the thick, black tape. Every inch where her limbs touched were wrapped up, giving her a pair of makeshift half-sleeves. When she heard it being torn off she instinctively tested their hold and didn’t find any wiggle room. She had a better idea of how Shepard felt a few mornings ago.
Once satisfied that the asari’s arms were secure the soldier spun around, without her butt losing contact with the alien under her. Her eyes were immediately drawn straight down to the pair of pliable cheeks just in front of her. She couldn’t help it and gave one a pinch which got a tiny yelp. To sooth she followed up with a few loving pats and a rub. Then it was back to the tape.
“Wait, what are you doing now?” Liara worriedly asked when she felt something stick to her ankle.
“What do you think?”
When she felt her other leg being grabbed the maiden renewed her struggling at the idea of being so completely helpless. “I rather you not.”
Shepard shifted forward to trap the soft, blue thighs between her own. “Well, I’m confident you’re still going to enjoy yourself.”
Liara gave an annoyed huff as her words were turned against her and her ankles were secured together. With little consideration her human captor flipped her over to more easily get bands of tape above and below her knees as well as around her thighs. Then a surprised gasp was drawn out of her when a finger wedged itself between her tightly held legs to run through her folds. Her eyes drifted close as she quickly forgot she was perturbed and then after failed to notice her tormentor dismounting.
For a little while Shepard gently sawed the side of her index finger along the increasingly slick azure. When she grew tired of the minor contact she dragged her wetted digit up over the lightly scaled mound, leaving a translucent trail all the way to the cute bellybutton in the center of the flat, blue stomach. She then skipped ahead to wrap her hand around a delicious, yielding orb, but only a moment before she moved on to her true intention and steal purple lips. Keeping the kiss’s contact she slid from the bed and once she had her footing grabbed her bound asari toy.
Liara was shocked back to reality when the kiss ended and she was hauled onto one of the human’s broad shoulders. She started to vocalize a protest but a sharp smack to the fanny cut it short. The hand that stung her rear lingered to squeeze and knead. Obviously with little want to rush Shepard lazily strolled toward the den to have as much time as possible taking liberties with her vulnerable body. She really hated to admit it but she was starting to think she preferred being slung around than having to be in charge, though even footing would probably be her number one choice. She had such found memories of entangling with Samantha in mutual oral stimulation.
After one more two-handed squeeze, a series of rapid, alternating slaps and a kiss to the near hip Shepard surrendered her prize. She plopped the entirely bound asari on the floor kneeling in front of the overstuffed living room chair. With a sway to her hips she stepped over the taped thighs to put her crotch an inch from purple lips. She basked in her position of power as she put a knot in her t-shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way before hanging her thumbs in the waist of her pants.
“You hungry my pretty, little maiden?” the human asked in a tone meant to demean.
Liara turned her head, chewed on her lip and croaked, “No.”
“But your meal last night couldn’t have been very satisfying.”
“I…” was all the kneeling alien got out before she heard metal scrape against leather.
Liara tested the black tape holding her limbs again and found they still would require more strength to break than she could muster. She resisted turning her head to look, even when the belt passed through her field of view. She held strong at the sound of a zipper tearing apart an inch from her ear. Her eyes staying glued to the wastepaper basket across the room and her lower lip staying firmly wedged between her teeth. She couldn’t help fidgeting, rocking her weight back and forth slightly, rubbing her thighs together as best she could. When she heard the distinct sound of falling fabric she had to give a sideward glance.
Shepard saw the little twitch of the blue head below her and knew Liara had stolen a glimpse of her carefully chosen panties, aimed to appeal to the maiden’s interest in the contrast of strong soldier and cute underwear; her mighty teddy bear pair. She slowly ran her fingers through the valleys between the fronds of the asari’s crest all the way to the ridges in the back. With a light grip and little effort she rotated then pulled so the young, freckled face would meet her age-inappropriate briefs.
“Come on, we both know you can’t resist a mouthful of pussy,” Shepard renewed her prodding when she felt Liara’s nose rub against her mound on its own.
“That isn’t true,” the maiden said with her lips pressed against cotton.
The human forced the alien’s head back and chin further between her legs. “Really, is that right? I seem to remember a certain pretty, little maiden who kept her face buried between my thighs at every opportunity.”
After taking a deep inhale that made her whole body shiver the captured asari half-heartedly answered, “You’re exaggerating.”
“We’ll see how much longer you can deny your perverse craving,” Shepard taunted, hooking her thumbs in her waistband and pulling the cartoon adorned panties down to a hair above her cleft. “You’re a disgrace, what kind of asari are you? You should have me on my knees begging to taste your azure, not the other way around.”
Absentmindedly Liara tried to nudge the underwear lower with the tip of her nose. “I am not.”
Seeing as her baiting words were going largely unnoticed, Shepard decided it time to take a more direct approach. She answered her captive’s hopes by brushing her panties off her hips, but didn’t allow Liara to take advantage as she quickly sat down. With a teasingly languished pace she completed the task of stripping herself from the waist down. Leaning forward put wanting, alien lips inches away and each second that past without contact made them grow increasingly impatient. As she pulled off her left sock the maiden surged, but were barely able to catch the chin before a strong hand shot up to squeeze her cheeks and snap the asari back to reality.
“Ready to stop playing and start begging?” a very cocky Shepard asked.
A fish faced Liara released an annoyed grunt before answering in one breath, “Please let me perform cunnilingus on you.”
“That was awful.” The human scooped up her underwear and slipped them over the asari’s crest, turning it into a partial blindfold. “Try again.”
Liara had a few second thoughts and was considering recanting, but then the bottomless woman leaned back, a pair of fingers spreading pink folds. “What do you want me to say?”
“You’re a smart, little maiden, I’m sure you can come up with something,” a reclined Shepard said while she attempted to pinch a blue boob with her toes.
“I hate you.”
“That isn’t entirely true.” A couple fingers ventured into her slick entrance as the teasing woman pointed out, “After all, there is one part of me that you can’t get enough of.”
“I’m a pretty, little maiden and please let me taste your pussy,” Liara recited with a lack of feeling.
“You’re going to need some practice.” The sole of Shepard’s foot lightly pressed to the asari’s throat.
“As if I’ll allow you within ten meters of me with a roll of tape,” she scoffed.
“Oh, I have rope,” the woman retorted.
That would be the end of the chatter as Shepard hooked the back of Liara’s neck with her heels and pulled her in. Anything the bound alien would have said evaporated as hormones overwhelmed her brain. By the time her lips were buried in warm, wet folds she didn’t feel the need to say anything, just to start happily lapping away. She hardly noticed the panties on her head being pulled down to fully blind her. What she did notice though was how objectified she felt. The tape holding her limbs, thighs squeezing her head and cotton covering her eyes made it impossible to move independently, all she could do was lean forward and lick. She had been reduced to little more than a breathing vibrator and she loved it, she had never felt so consumed by her partner outside of a meld. So it took her a minute to hear unrecognized voices.
“What are you doing?” Liara pulled away to ask.
And Shepard pulled her right back. “I’m going to watch a vid while you service me.”
The maiden protested, “Isn’t what I’m doing enough entertainment for you?”
“Huh?” she feigned. “I can’t understand you. You really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.”
Liara tried to say something else, but was ignored. For a minute she defiantly refused to continue, sealing her lips. Her bluff however was called and she soon returned to performing her oral ministrations. Meanwhile, Shepard happily settled into her decadence; in her off time she had become quite the hedonist, though as she saw it as long as she continued to help others she had every right to indulge. She really wished she had some popcorn and a beer to go along with her movie and cunnilingus to complete her decadence, oh well.
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