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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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Without the usual nighttime activities to tire her out, Shepard was able to wake before the sun rose albeit with a stiff neck from sleeping on the couch. So, bright and early the search for her former yeoman began. It seemed like a simple enough matter of typing in a name, but neither Kelly Chambers nor Felicia Hannigan was anywhere to be found. So instead the first step turned out to be sifting through profiles, headshots and bios. Escort services, strip clubs and fantasy fulfillment studios kept public databases of their varying available employees. She and Samara started by narrowing the parameters to a human female in her twenties with red hair and scanning through faces, which got them nowhere. They soon had to resort to scanning through every woman’s face on the station one by one.
The next step then became trying to find listings for every employee beyond the service industry, but that turned out to be impossible. Every ounce of information on the station was tightly controlled and neither of them had the hacking skills to break through the virtual defenses. So eight hours after they started with only a brief lunch break the vigilantes still hadn’t a clue where to find Kelly and Shepard had to clear her head. After her flirty advances on Samara failed she decided swimming would be the second best thing and was doing laps in their private lagoon the length of two Olympic pools. The matriarch on the other hand hadn’t been quite so discouraged and pursued other avenues by opening a secure line.
“So you have no operatives or informants on the station?” Samara asked, her eyes following the swimming woman outside the kitchen window rather than the maiden on her omni-tool.
“It has never been worth it,” Liara explained, her attention split by a data file. “Security on that station not only makes it difficult to gather information, it also makes it difficult for anything I would find useful from happening. It would be a waste of resources”
The matriarch calmly took a sip of her tea. “I understand that. What I do not understand is the rationale for such extreme security for what is essentially an amusement park.”
“I may have an answer to that.” The information broker had found what she sought. “The station goes back much further than a thousand years. A pair of very powerful, matriarch bondmates along with their followers built it as a completely self-sufficient commune shortly after the krogan rebellions out of a paranoid fear that the turians would be the next species to plague the galaxy. Interestingly, the side facing out was actually designed to be farmland. Anyway, the xenophobia and survivalism did not make the generational transition; much of the paranoia did however. So when their entrepreneurial daughters turned the station into what it currently is, they instituted extreme security measures. Indecently this has actually served them quite well; attracting rich, famous and powerful clients who value their privacy. These practices were also most likely instrumental in them successfully evading the Reapers while accommodating so many refugees.”
Not being the most technologically literate person Samara asked, “But how do we penetrate their defenses? Can you send a virus or something to help us? Shepard lacks the ability to hack the systems herself.”
“I can upload you a program, but the problem is that the central database is physically isolated. So you will have to download it into a connected terminal.” The next question obvious Liara continued, “I’m sending you dossiers of people with access to a connected terminal, though it is several decades out of date.”
“Not a long list,” the matriarch noted.
“Only business owners who have been on the station for more than a century have access.”
“I see,” Samara finished her tea and stood. “Perhaps we require some extra assistance in this endeavor.”
“I’m sure the more prominent business owners love self-promotion and will not be too hard to track down,” Liara said already distracted by the next piece of information crossing her screens.
The elder asari’s eyes glowed white for an instant as she sauntered out the door onto her private beach. Off shore a hole opened in the sea that Shepard inadvertently swam into. Before she knew what was happening she had launched herself into the sudden void and fell several feet before splashing down into the localized, lower water level. A few seconds later the mass effect field dissipated and the woman came sputtering to the surface. She took off her goggles to look around and quickly spotted her owner on the shore, so immediately headed in.
“True, but an extra set of hands and eyes never hurt,” Samara said as she took a seat cross-legged on the sand, readjusting the camera of her omni-tool.
“It should be a simple enough…” Liara’s train of thought drifted when she looked over. “Oh goddess.”
Shepard’s thighs had just broken the surface of the sea. Striding toward the land with her dark purple hair slicked back and body dripping wet, she looked like a freshly born water nymph. Her navy blue two-piece was designed mainly for function; the top may have covered her conservatively, showing no skin from throat to just beneath sternum, but that concealment served to highlight what was bare. Biceps bulged out of the sides of the smooth material which stood in perfect contrast to the lithe, rippling muscles below. Her swim had caused her bikini bottom to sag low enough to reveal the shallow v-shaped ridge just below her abs that suggestively pointed to her core.
“Are you positive?” Samara asked.
“What was that, ma’am?” Shepard grew near enough to hear.
“I was talking to Liara.” The matriarch’s priority keeping her pet perfectly framed. “Wave hello.”
Still ankle deep in the water the human put on a smile and waved, “Hi there Liara.”
After clearing out the frog in her throat the young doctor stiffly responded, “Hello Shepard.”
“Shepard, let me get your opinion. Do you not think we could use some extra assistance in locating Miss Chambers?” the look in Samara’s eyes getting across the true intent of the question.
“Probably, I mean, it is an awfully big station and we haven’t been able to make any headway on our own,” she played dumb while twirling her hair.
“I am really quite busy…” Liara’s ramble began.
As the maiden continued listing off unconvincing excuses Samara gestured to her human from behind the camera. With a pointed look, sideward nod and direct hand motion she silently communicate how to step up the persuasion. Shepard quickly got the message and developed a crick in her back that needed to be stretch out. Her arms rose to cross behind her head lengthening her midsection which she deliberately flexed, causing her rippling abs to erupt from her stomach. An arch to the spine accentuated her bust, her nipples partially visible through the spandex, getting Liara to stutter a few syllables and derail her train of words.
“Can’t you put some of that stuff off?” Shepard pouted, leaning forward a little, squeezing her chest with her biceps.
“Maybe a few…” the young asari started, but quickly recovered, “No, I need to look into these reports from Tuchanka.”
Hands kept traveling downward until they rested on trim hips, nudging bikini bottoms a tad lower. “But Liara I need you here so badly.”
“Need me where?” she mumbled with her eyes glued to the dipping, dark blue fabric.
“Where do you think?” Shepard teased her swimsuit further.
Liara bit her lip rather than answer, fearing what may cross it. Sensing the breaking point fast approaching Samara decided it time to drop the hammer and waved her pet closer. Shepard sauntered toward her as she rose to her knees, the camera luridly focused. So when the human came to a stop the frame only reached to just above the knees and just below the ribs. Before proceeding further the matriarch sought eye contact with her pet and ordered silence by pressing a raised finger to her mouth. The follow up wink must of caused the realization of what was about to happen to strike because she saw an adorable, brightening hue on the woman’s cheeks.
“But Liara, dear,” the asari on the beach said as she began rubbing a firm, wet thigh. “Did you not cut short your planned vacation?”
“Only by a day,” Liara muttered, the fact the color of the hand traveling over the taut flesh she lusted after so closely matched her own was not helping her form sentences.
“Still,” Samara’s fingers had reached the edge of the low riding bikini bottom. “I feel badly that you left early because of me and my proposition.”
“It’s okay,” the maiden squeaked when she saw the contrast of dark and light blues.
The matriarch delicately hooked the waistband of the swimsuit without applying any pressure while her thumb ran up and down the spandex covered crotch. After a few swipes the tip dipped to trace the cleft of Shepard’s labia through the fabric. Words seemed unnecessary at this point and she let her fingers do the talking. She allowed the weight of her hand to take the bikini to just below the mound, but not yet showed any pink. Heavy breathing could be heard from above as well as through her omni-tool.
Everything stilled a moment to build the anticipation for the final reveal. Using a tantalizingly slow speed the sea wetted pussy came into the light. Samara gave a tug to get the swimwear down, along with a few follow-ups to the waistband to turn it into a twisted cord wrapped around Shepard’s thighs a couple inches below her nethers. Task done her fingers rose to brush along the outside of the vaginal lips that were overcoming the cold water to start showing excitement. The powerful legs spread of their own volition to give her better access.
Tickling the human’s sex Samara asked her audience, “But are you not worried for Miss Chambers?”
“I never really met her,” Liara answered hoarsely.
The elegant, blue fingers delved a bit deeper to massage the inner lips and get the feminine juices flowing. “So you only help those you personally know?”
“No…” was all the maiden managed to get out before the clitoris was exposed and her brain died.
Samara peeled away the hood to leave the stiffening nub bare. Enough natural lubrication had built for her to slide a pair of digits into the moistening slit; her thumb moving to tease the little, pink bundle of nerves. It was then that some of Shepard’s composure flaked off and moans began to pour down into the omni-tool microphone. Controlling her pet’s orgasms with her fingers was second nature to her after all the rewards she’d given the woman and barely required any of her effort.
“Are you sure you do not wish to assist me with this?” Samara asked, stopping her ministrations with her fingers still firmly buried and pulled a bit forward to put the human sex on full display.
“Yes I would,” Liara let slip.
An amused grin graced millennia old lips. Samara withdrew her fingers which got a whine from her pet. A twirl of the wrist informed the woman she should turn around which she did in a flash, hoping that quick compliance would reduce the amount of time her pussy went without attention. The following tap to the small of the back bent Shepard forward enough to grab her knees. She only had to wait a few moments before she felt her folds being spread by her owner’s familiar digits.
“When should we expect you?” the matriarch asked, making sure the camera was filled by her pet’s channel.
Liara kept her lips tightly pursed for several minutes until her last line of resistance shattered and she quietly answered, “I’ll finish a few things up and set out as soon as I can.”
“Excellent.” The screen then shifted to a close-up portrait of Samara. “Do not make us wait too long.”
Thinking the matriarch’s appearance marked the end the young asari nearly cut the line, but when she saw the angle shift to give a profile she paused. Jealousy began brewing as she watched Samara’s face approach the human’s lovely, prostrate rump. A silky, purple appendage reached out toward satiny, pink folds. Liara released a little hum when contact was made and a much louder moan erupted from off screen. Goddess, did she so desperately wish she was the one alternating between slowly licking and gently kissing the visibly wet lips; the one lapping up the human’s juices, causing the satisfied groans and experiencing the heavenly scents and tastes.
“Oh, my apologies,” Samara suddenly turned. “I thought I had switched this off. We will let you get back to your work. Say goodbye to Liara, Shepard.”
The camera shifted higher to look down on the bent over woman, the frame still able to encompass pumping, blue fingers, who looked back over her shoulder to say, “Goodbye Liara. Hope to see you soon.”
The feed then cut, leaving the Shadow Broker staring intently at a blank screen. “Glyph, set course for the Orisoni system and create a false alias for me. I’ll be working until we arrive.”
“Right away Dr. T’Soni.”
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