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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The next available time for a combat arena would not be until the following day and gave Shepard time to learn the rules. The victory conditions were easy enough to understand; inflict enough damage to the opponent to win. Of course how that damage was registered was different from anything she’d ever seen. Each player wore an unitard made of a special material that would dissolve when struck by specially adapted weapons, talents and powers; with stronger attacks opening a larger hole at the point of impact. First to be stripped naked lost, which seemed simple enough. That is, until she started watching vids of other matches and discovered military tactics wouldn’t entirely translate to the game. So she ended up studying and strategizing late into the night, passing out on the couch. Though, Samara was kind enough to carry her to bed after she fell asleep.
The next morning 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 lacy camisole 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 tied to the bed. She didn’t remember falling asleep tied up, yet it seemed familiar.
“Good morning Shepard.”
The woman turned her head before dragging open her eyes to find the sight she expected, “Good morning Liara. Where’s Samara?”
“Over here.”
Shepard whipped around to see her owner sitting at the table by the window reading. “Why am I tied up with Liara pawing at me, ma’am?”
“She brought me some tea,” Samara mentioned imbibing the gift.
“Tea, ahhh…” her question cut short by a groan as the maiden at her side locked her lips around a nipple. “You traded me for some tea?”
“It is some very fine tea.” After taking another sip the matriarch in a linen robe added, “Plus, you require punishment for your poor job of packing my wardrobe.”
“Being with me is punishment?” Liara suddenly asked mostly joking, but a hint of hurt could be heard.
“Oh, I am sorry, dear,” Samara sympathized. “I did not think of it that way. I will find a different way to punish her later. Though, that does mean you should probably untie her.”
“No wait!” Shepard rather this be how she was disciplined. “She can leave me tied up. I’m fine with this being my punishment.”
“I will leave it up to Liara,” she then returned to her reading.
Without a word but a grin the maiden reached up to untie the scarf binding the human’s wrists. Being the obedient pet she was Shepard didn’t move even though she was freed and kept her arms over her head even as the soft, blue alien slid on top of her. The comfortable amount of weight laid over her; toes brushing the outsides of her ankles, clothed thighs squeezing her own, hips subtly grinding into her lacy panties, breasts mashing together through two layers of fabric and arms wrapping her shoulders. Rather than immediately finding herself in a lip lock Liara chose to tease by dipping into range only long enough to administer a quickly lick before retreating. So after several playful false starts they settled into a deep, dueling kiss.
Once the lip smacking grew to a volume that could not be ignored Samara’s gaze lifted from her book to travel over to the cuddling pair. She had no amount of jealousy; no fear of abandonment, experience telling her a person can have enough love in them for more than one. Besides, the two extraordinarily intelligent, uncannily powerful, immanently skilled women could be so very adorable with each other and so much fun to watch. They were getting to live out the youthful exuberance they both had largely missed out on for one reason or another. Though sitting there enjoying the show of affection her mind and eyes kept wandering to Liara, wondering how to relate to the maiden. Her pondering was interrupted by the sight of Shepard’s hands beginning to drift and the anticipation of the reaction.
“Hey!” Liara broke the kiss as soon as she felt two strong hands take a robust hold of her pliable rump. “Put your arms back up over your head.”
“You’re not my owner. I don’t have to do what you say,” Shepard teased as she tightened her grip and slid the young asari up so she could bury her face in the conservatively covered, blue bosom.
The maiden turned to her elder, “Samara, could you help me out here?”
The matriarch, who had not been caught watching, responded politely, “You were the one that untied her.”
“What?” was all Liara could get out before readjusting hands caused her to moan, “Oh goddess.”
Shepard’s fingers had found their way into the young doctor’s pants to squeeze the lightly scaled cheeks unencumbered. She loved how much softer the tush was compared to her owner’s, as much as she adored those hardened buns there was something to how Liara’s yielded under her touch. Plus the noises she could wring out were so much sweeter and cuter. The current position was not ideal though as a thick shirt was covering the other body part she wanted to feel.
“Take off your shirt,” the stronger human grunted.
“No,” Liara groaned, determined not to give in this time.
“Fine,” Shepard flipped them both over. “I’ll do it.”
Though it pained her to do so, the woman now on top relinquished her hold of the supple bum to get control of the suddenly feisty asari, grabbing flailing blue arms and pinning them to the bed. Ankles crossed behind her back hypocritically trying to pull her closer as everything else tried to fight her off. Once the wiggling and squirming died off their eyes met and like a satellite falling from orbit Shepard descended to impact Liara’s lips. However, the planetary defenses were still active and the maiden audibly snapped her jaws at the human tormenting her; well before she could do any actual damage.
“Oh, so my pretty, little maiden has some fight left in her, huh?” Shepard asked rhetorically, annoyance visible on her captive’s face over her use of the taunting nickname. “We’ll see how much longer that lasts and you’re back where you belong, with your face buried between my thighs.”
The marine didn’t give a chance for a retort as she swiftly shifted her hands from pinning wrists to wedging between their bodies to grab the seat of Liara’s pants. Before her asari victim could react she yanked the fabric, forcing the blue legs up straight as they were stripped. Satisfied with the waistband reaching just the knees Shepard slipped to the side enough to wrap the weak limbs up with an arm and land a series of smacks to the entirely vulnerable fanny, getting a struggle and whine from its owner. She cut her assault short though when she spotted an unexpected color and lessened her grip to let the thighs part a fraction.
“Now, what do we have here?” the woman in control asked as she slipped the pants completely off and threw them away.
The momentary distraction of her adversary allowed Liara to recover enough to summon her biotics and freeze Shepard in place with a weak stasis field. Smugness radiated off the young asari who had gained the upper hand as she freed herself from the human’s grip. She slid a foot back and propped up on her elbows. For several tantalizing seconds she kept the secret of what was between her thighs before letting them flop open to reveal a plastic, lavender codpiece. Her fingers gently pulled the lower hem of her shirt up past her navel before drifting down to press a tiny button at the base that reshaped the mound of plastic into a seven inch shaft.
“Yes, what DO we have here? Oh my, why it appears to be the… the…” Liara went silent, her jaw tightening until she finally had to break down and check her omni-tool. “Cock! It’s the cock you soon will be choking on…”
The entirely immobilized Shepard burst into hysterical laughter, struggling to get more than a word out between fits, “Oh my god… You did… did not just do that… You need to look up how to use it too?”
Supremely embarrassed Liara clamped her legs shut and retreated to the pillows. Her lapse in concentration collapsed the stasis field, making the still giggling human it had contained nose dive into the mattress. Shepard’s face didn’t surface from the sheets for quite a few minutes as she tried to calm herself. When she finally recovered and peered up all she saw were blue feet and shins with a sliver of crest peeking from over the knees. That sobered her immediately.
As Liara tried to will her cheeks to cool and chest to loosen something soft and warm pressed against the top of her unseen foot. That wasn’t enough to make her budge though, but the lips persisted, raining kisses from toe to ankle. Each tiny embrace calmed her nerves that much more and got that much more sunlight between her growingly unclenched knees. So when she felt hands gently tug on her heel she offered no resistance, allowing her limb to be pulled. She sheepishly grinned as Shepard sat up while licking along the arch. The sensation quickly turned the corner on ticklish and she started giggling. Her chortles soon ended with a gasp when fingers wrapped around the sensory-feedback strap-on.
“Now what were you saying you planned to do with this cock?” the woman asked as her hand stroked the lavender shaft.
“I don’t understand; why are you suddenly being submissive?” Liara groaned as her hips involuntarily undulated into the caressing fingers.
“I’m not acting submissive.” Shepard paused to give a blue, big toe a quick suck. “I’m just trying to make you feel good. You are really too hung up on this whole dominance/submission thing.”
“I am!?” she exclaimed, accidently jerking her foot away from the human’s mouth. “You’re the one who wears a collar and then always has to be in charge with me!”
“No, you’re the one who’s always trying to top me and forcing that dynamic,” the woman kneeling between the alien legs teased. “Not my fault you aren’t very good at it.”
“I thought that was what you like.”
“I like a lot of things.” Shepard leaned forward to close the distance between their lips. “And what I’d like most at the moment is to know what you like.”
With a slight blush and glance down Liara said, “Well, I would like to try my new toy.”
The last shred of space disappeared with a kiss. As their lips engaged in a loving tussle, Shepard grabbed the bottom edge of the young scientist’s shirt. This time there was no protest and the article of clothing was easily shed, forcing the end of the making out. Once the fabric passed Liara expected a renewal of contact, but the human had already shifted her attentions lower, capturing a dark, blue nipple. With a sigh the maiden surrendered, sinking into the pile of pillows behind her as she hugged the hairy head close which seemed to be a signal to set up shop suckling her teat. That was fine by her for the moment, she could wait to test her strap-on since not only was the sensation amazing, but also the view; the marine’s hard body highlighted by the lacy, white camisole and high-cut panties.
Once she’d had her fill feasting on the banquet that was Liara’s chest Shepard began to slide down, placing three random smooches along the way and asking, “Now, what was it you wanted me to do?”
“I want you to give me a blowjob,” she answered with a confident smile, not needing assistance to remember the vulgarity this time.
The woman chuckled as she settled between the spread blue thighs, giving a quick lick to the underside of the fake dick. “Give what a blowjob?”
“My…” Liara flinched as a nimble tongue flicked at the tiny amount of skin below the base of her strap-on. “… big cock.”
Shepard began to slowly jerk the shaft off as she taunted, “Doesn’t look so big to me.”
“I could make it bigger.”
There wasn’t an immediate response as the human was busy swirling her tongue around the head of lavender dildo and when she did, she left the digression, “Remind me what a blowjob would entail?”
Answering that question was not so simple for the fairly inexperienced asari, especially given the distraction of having her temporary phallus nibbled, “You should first press your lips to the tip.”
“Like this?” Shepard asked before lovingly kissing the head.
“Now open your mouth and let it inside,” Liara watched her former commander do just that. “Move your lips down the shaft.”
That would be the end of the maiden’s orders as the new sensations overwhelmed her higher brain functions and the human’s mouth was too occupied to continue perpetuating the dirty talk. So to the chagrin of no one Shepard focused on fellatio. With ease she accepted the flare of the head into her oral cavity and then slid down the shaft. After a couple inches she applied cheek-hollowing suction and slowly retreated, leaving behind a sheen of saliva. She quickly reversed to take the plastic dick back in. It didn’t take long for her to settle into a bobbing motion, delving a bit deeper with each pass. The stroke of her fingers then renewed and the blue flesh all around went limp as Liara fully surrendered.
The maiden must have zoned out for awhile because out of nowhere Samara appeared at bedside to ask, “Is that new?”
The highly-educated Dr. T’Soni responded, “Huh?”
“Your toy there,” the matriarch partially uncrossed one of the arms cradling her bosom to point at the pliable plastic in her pet’s mouth. “It is obvious there is a feedback function, but I am curious what other features it has.”
“Oh, uh,” embarrassment and arousal making it hard to speak. “I don’t know. It is rather basic. Feedback and shape adjustment is all I believe.”
Samara continued the mostly one sided conversation, “Then may I suggest you take advantage of the array of specialty shops on the station and upgrade.”
The frazzled Liara’s eyes jumped back and forth from her elder to the woman orally pleasuring her. “Upgrade?”
“Would you like for me to demonstrate the benefits of a more upscale model?” Before an answer could be given, the matriarch undid her belt to reveal a prosthetic penis dangling between her thighs that so perfectly matched the texture and color of her skin that it looked entirely natural.
“Alright.”
Samara let her robe fall to leave her completely nude and stroking her false phallus to erection. With utter grace she slipped onto the mattress to lie alongside the junior asari, taking careful note of the reactions her touch caused. Interestingly enough there wasn’t so much as a flinch when the sides of their thighs came into contact. Nor did Liara seem to mind having her belly and hip grazed by millennia old fingertips on their way to getting the attention of the zoned-out woman happily sucking the lavender toy.
“Shepard,” the matriarch called and when she saw eyes peeking up ordered, “Service me.”
There was a moment of indecision as the pet human figured out what was going on, but quickly took the dick out of her mouth and answered, “Yes, ma’am.”
Shepard gave the maiden’s hip a parting kiss and fake cock a few more jerks before crawling over to kneel between the older pair of legs. There was no hesitation, she immediately gave the tip a kiss and began running her tongue along the shaft. Her focus wasn’t really on pleasuring but rather preparing. As soon as every last tiny, blue scale on the eight inches of faux flesh was moist her lips parted and she picked up where she left off. Her head was soon bobbing and hand stroking, ecstatic to hear her owner moan; even though it was made more for the benefit of Liara, not that she knew that.
“Is that not a much nicer visual?” Samara whispered to the asari beside her. “Seeing those lips wrapped around what appears to be your flesh rather than what is obviously a fake. At times you will forget it is not a part of your body.”
“I will?” Liara quietly asked, not minding the arm snaking its way around her shoulders.
“Here, let me give you a better angle.” The matriarch pulled her younger closer, their cheeks nearly touching, to look down her body at the busy human. “Look at us Shepard.”
The order was immediately followed, the woman adjusting the angle of the shaft so she could easily maintain eye contact while still performing fellatio. The sight of her two loves naked and pressed together caused her panties to instantly overflow.
“Now arch your back and stick your butt in the air.”
Shepard put a curve to her spine so the two asari could better see the swell of her lace covered rear over her head. Ancient, blue fingers then gripped her purple-dyed hair to take control and pull her further than she would have on her own. After allowing a brief retreat a tug forced her to take the dick deep enough into her mouth that her lips reached the fingers she had wrapped around the shaft. She was held there long enough for tears to form and miss a few gulps of air. When released she had to let the toy pop out so she could catch her breath, but once that was accomplished she immediately delved back in and put all her effort into sucking the matriarch off.
After several minutes of being orally assaulted Samara whispered to the mesmerized maiden, “Allow me to show you one more of the delightful functions of this particular model.”
For reasons not immediately apparent to Liara the human suddenly flinched and recoiled, an odd substance staining her lower lip. She noticed the matriarch’s entire body quiver, then the fake dick lurched and a shot of white goo erupted from the tip, hitting Shepard’s cheek. Two more ribbons struck below the eye before the human dipped forward to recapture the head and suck. Despite her best efforts though the woman’s orifice was overwhelmed and the thick substance began dribbling out from the corner of her mouth and down the shaft.
“What?” was all Liara could ask before being answered.
“This model of strap-on is able to mimic the effects of a male orgasm, including ejaculating.”
Shepard sat back on her haunches; the sugary, fake cum dripping from her lips and asked, “Did I please you ma’am?”
“Yes, you did very well, but you are not yet done. Remove your panties,” Samara ordered as she pulled away from the other asari.
“Yes, ma’am!” the pet human exclaimed.
The matriarch asked over her shoulder, “Which would you like to use, Liara: her vagina or anus?”
Cheeks burning and unable to make eye contact Liara quietly mumbled, “The former.”
“You heard her Shepard,” Samara said, giving the woman a tap on the fanny.
With a wicked smile the former commander crawled up the young doctor’s prone body, not bothering to so much as wipe her face. Figuring there’s been enough teasing and foreplay she wasted no time in grabbing Liara’s toy to line up with her entrance. She was so excited, so wet that lavender disappeared into pink without resistance. Both released a satisfied hum as they physically connected. Before they could start anything though Samara gave Shepard a push and pressed her more realistic strap-on to the last unspoiled orifice of the morning.
Liara watched in fascination as the human’s face scrunched and twitched in reaction to the shaft sinking into her ass. Trying to help out the maiden took a grip of Shepard’s meaty buttocks, spreading them open. The gesture did not go unnoticed and led to them sharing quirked grins. That minor exchange didn’t seem good enough as soon the woman went in search of a kiss. The stuff smearing her face gave the asari a momentary pause, but the decent continued and soon their lips met. However, neither of them were the true instigator of the smooch.
A push to the shoulders from Samara had sent Shepard in; there being a decided guilty pleasure in watching the two younger women sharing her cum even if it wasn’t real. The sugary taste really must have appealed to the maiden because she was obviously going out of her way to lick it up, creating a very sloppy kiss. It would be up to the elder of the three to then take most of the workload and started thrusting her hips, building to enough force that her pet move on the other dildo as well. Somehow though her presence was forgotten as the tell tale glow of a melding formed around the couple under her. She may have to punish them both for such selfishness; later. For now she’d let them have their fun, while she lent some assistance.
note: There are six more planned chapters for this arch and I write at a pace of about one a week, though I don't post that frequently on this site. If you don't want to wait so long I post more regularly on masseffectkink.
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