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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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note: Writing has been totally delayed as of late by my PC crapping out. Have a new one now, so no worries no more.
“This is not what I had pictured,” Isabela bemoaned after having waited an hour dolled up in an outfit similar to her stage costume.
The busty, olive-skinned dancer could distinctly remember mention of a party and a bet involving sexy stakes. Since her side lost she had assumed she’d be providing entertainment for the most gorgeous millennia old alien she’d ever seen in her life and the amazingly well-built woman, who just so happened to be savior of the whole fucking galaxy. Instead, lined up on a sofa not too far away were Shepard, Hawke and Merrill fully absorbed in some videogame she could give less than a shit about. The very cute and sneakily sexy maiden they had brought along with them was busy working at a terminal behind the nearby desk, assisted by their very own curvaceous asari nerd, Bethany. Somewhere behind her she could hear Samara and Tallis discussing the last thing she’d ever want to talk about, religion; the drell having recently converted to Siari. Just as she considered doing what she hated most to do alone, go to bed early, something interesting came walking through the door.
Isabela immediately moved to intercept, “Aveline! So glad to see you.”
The ginger vanguard tried to brush by, mumbling, “Hello.”
“What brings you here?” The exotic dancer grabbed one of the pale woman’s arms before she could get away.
“I have business with Hawke,” Aveline growled as she knocked the hand off her bicep.
“Business? You don’t mean pleasure?” Isabela then leaned in extremely close to whisper, “I saw your tattoo.”
“I have no idea what you talking about,” the large woman’s cheeks becoming the same color as her hair.
“I’ve got one too.”
“You do!?” exclaimed in a hushed yell.
“Don’t play dumb. Hawke would have told you upfront about her multiple mates.”
“She did. I’m just shocked you’re one of them,” Aveline growled. “I thought she had standards.”
Used to insults, Isabela was unfazed and huskily propositioned, “How about we go to my room and I show you why she keeps me around?”
There was a visible cringe as she responded, “As if I would ever lay with a harlot like you.”
Ignoring the bizarre, medieval word choice the exotic dancer continued tempting, “Come on now. You wouldn’t have that tattoo if you and Hawke weren’t committed and you haven’t agreed to move in already. It’s only a matter of time before we’re sharing her bed on the same night. So why not get some of the awkwardness out of the way and have some girly fun?”
“I have no interest in your ‘girly fun’,” Aveline growled. “I’m not a lesbian.”
Isabela’s laughter was so loud the trio playing on the couch turned to see what was so funny. “Oh really!?”
“Hawke is an asari not a woman.”
“Not much difference between the two when the lights go out.”
“There is more to a relationship than just sex you whore!”
“Oh wait, melding isn’t sex, right?”
“It isn’t! It’s different…”
“Hey Aveline,” Hawke suddenly appeared. “What brings you here?”
While Merrill engaged the other human, “Isabela could you come help me… uh… clean, no, find my cleaning brush?”
Aveline had already been escorted the other way so the buxom woman wrapped an arm around the petite quarian and counter offered, “How about instead you help me clean my brush?”
“Why would you clean a brush? And how would you; maybe with a smaller brush? Should we use mine to clean yours?”
“Yes, let’s try that,” Isabela of course meant her hairbrush could use a good scrubbing and nothing else.
The videogame on hold Shepard went to check with the researching maidens, “How’s it going over here?”
Without looking up Liara mentioned, “Oh, we found Ms Chambers.”
“Then what’s so interesting?” the vigilante scooted in to look over a shoulder.
“There is a worrisome alert, though it appears security isn’t taking it too seriously. Yesterday, an approaching shuttle exploded with no known cause. External sensors detected three person sized pieces of debris; traveling much slower than they should have. A minute later an outer exhaust port reported a breach.”
“How do you know that has anything to do with Kelly?” Shepard’s gut already had an answer.
“This.” The information broker tapped a key to switch to a zoomed-in, cleaned-up still clearly showing three heavily armed forms as a large piece of hull passed behind them. “No one has so much as snuck a pistol onto this station in four decades. It is hard to believe this is coincidence, especially considering whoever is after Ms Chambers knows where she is.”
“Where is she?” Her omni-tool chimed with the answer after a keystroke. “Keep working. Find those three; even if they aren’t after Kelly they’re up to no good. Leave station security out of it for now.”
“Very well.” Liara glanced up at the leaving human; hoping it was just her imagination that she heard Commander Shepard’s voice.
The soldier blew out the door with zero concern for pleasantries, not bothering to say goodbye. Her mind was so focused on her goal that the world was nothing but a far off fog. On her trip through The Pearl her eyes never lingered and thoughts never wandered. Descending the second staircase she buzzed the valet to bring her skycar around so it was waiting outside the door for her. Given time alone in the vehicle with nothing to do except zigzag her way through the dark city of decadence her mood lightened as her brain broke loose from a spiral of planning, stressing and fretting. She allowed herself a small smile as she realized she would soon see her friend again. Before the final battle on Earth years ago such a moment of mental and emotional lenience would have been impossible for her.
The skyscrapers on the planetary-facing side of The Azure Sky was centered around a tower hundreds of stories in height that contained the operations, ownership, maintenance and any number of utilities. Saddled up next to it was the second tallest building which was something of a city within the city; staff housing. Only a select few of the hundreds of thousands of the permanent population lived anywhere else. Even many of the business owners kept their primary residence there. Real estate in the commercial areas, which made up the majority of the station, was just too valuable to waste on homes. With her spacious apartment attached directly to The Pearl it was truly a marvel that Hawke was still in business let alone making any amount of profit.
So with a home address in hand Shepard parked her car and headed for a reunion. The interior of the monolithic apartment complex was about what she expected with endless, nondescript hallways that would have all looked exactly the same if not for the bits of flare and personality displayed on many of the doors by the individual occupants. Though, the number of commons and lobbies, some bordering on full blown parks, were a pleasant surprise. It was just past one of those gardened open spaces on a middle class floor that she came to a residence with a convenient, pink sign reading, “Doctor Kelly”.
No doubt as to whom she would find on the other side of the door Shepard rang the bell. She waited the customary amount of time before ringing again. Just as she was about to try a third time she heard some muffled stomps approaching. Suddenly, she realized she didn’t know what to say. A simple hello didn’t seem good enough and a dire warning of death seemed too dramatic, but it turned out neither would be necessary. Kelly passed out the instant she recognized her former commander; not able to even get out a ‘hi’.
Meanwhile in the back of The Pearl Isabela was having trouble adjusting to the idea she may not get laid that night. Apparently she had taken the innuendo with Merrill too far as the girl had raced off to find an actual brush or something, she had lost track. So once again she was left alone watching what everyone else was doing, bourbon in hand. The pair of asari geeks had their heads down working away and the philosophic enlightenment behind her continued unabated. That left her watching Hawke and the big girl from across the room, unable to hear them, but their body language was enough to entertain.
For several minutes the two standing off alone went back and forth. Hawke’s small hands kept a tight grasp of the human’s large calloused ones not allowing them to pull away, no matter how much their awkward owner wanted them to. Anytime Aveline’s eyes began to nervously wander the earnest maiden was able to chase them down and recapture them. After about the fifth attempt to flee something must have snapped because suddenly the ginger Amazon stiffened her shoulders, sent a steel rod up her spine and made a firm statement. Whatever it was the asari in the red housecoat must have loved it as she started happily bouncing in place higher and higher until she finally just jumped on the woman.
Aveline had no choice but to grab the body, best described as small and perky, that had leapt into her arms as lips pelted her face with pecks. The joy appeared infectious as the woman forgot herself and her surroundings a moment to succumb to a passionate kiss. Even from across the room it was pretty obvious she had more than one tongue writhing around in her mouth. After a few minute make out session the maiden broke away to whisper something into a protruding earlobe. The fact they were not entirely alone must have returned because the ginger vanguard’s gaze leapt to search for prying eyes; such as those belonging to Isabela, who didn’t hide her leering one iota. Before any embarrassment could escalate a blue hand pinched her pale cheek and dragged her attention back.
Whatever Hawke said proved convincing enough to get Aveline to carry her over to one of the many sitting areas. The room was overpopulated by furniture, none of which really matched, so the woman easily found a plush armchair that had some privacy. Before the couple hit the cushion the telltale ribbons of light that signified a joining began to dance over them. All but the top of the asari’s crest sunk out of view so Isabela decided it time to take one more chance at finding some fun. As she stood she caught a glimpse of the maiden hiking the back of her housecoat up a bit so large, hardened hands could take a strong grip of her rear unimpeded. It looked like a very comfortable, very familiar position for the pair. Polishing of her bourbon the dancer let her ear wandered and could hear that the conversation between matriarch and drell had lightened, so that became her destination.
“Hello ladies,” Isabela greeted as she slipped onto the arm of Tallis’s chair, her skirt purposely traveling up her tan thigh. “What are we up to over here?”
The young, dressed-down drell was the one to respond, “I was just asking Justicar Samara about how asari view members of other species who convert to Siari.”
“Please, simply call me Samara.” The matriarch, looking amazing even in the simple, modest gown that asari so often seemed to wear, patted her temporary disciplines knee before turning to the newcomer, “So, what brings you to us Isabela?”
“Oh, I was just tired of being by my lonesome and wanted to see if anyone wanted to keep me company,” she said as she casually traced around a scale on the leathery scalp next to her.
After a glance around Samara commented, “Ah yes, I see we are the only option.”
“Perhaps, but you are still my first choice.”
“First choice?” the matriarch played along.
“To offer my services to.” With a waggle of her pierced tongue Isabela added, “I’d love to say I gave lip to a matriarch and a Justicar matriarch at that.”
“My apologies, but I am quite content at the moment.”
“How about you Lizard-Lips? Wanna a snack?” The exotic dancer insisted she needed help getting into the mood to perform on stage, so she had a small stable of fluffers.
“I’m still full from yesterday,” Tallis doing the honors on the nights she tended bar. “And why do you offer to give to her but want to receive from me?”
“You know I can’t pass up that lovely, long, reptilian tongue of yours.” Isabela turned to the asari, “Have you ever experienced a drell’s oral endowment Samara?”
The matriarch looked off into space a moment trying to remember, “No, I had sworn myself to the Code before the hanar had made first contact. I am not surprise the drell would be skilled at oral sex though. The races with less sensitive skin tend to put greater focus into the parts of them that are sensitive. That is especially true for the turians; licking is an important part of intimacy for them and consider it a large part of how the judge sexual prowess. On the other hand, while krogan do have similarly insensitive bodies, they rarely have any experience with intimacy and tend only to care about breeding and climaxing as quickly and often as possible. Pleasure always seemed secondary, especially their partner’s pleasure. Then there are the salarians, who have extremely dexterous tongues, but from what I hear they put very little passion behind them. Being treated like a science experiment sounds far from romantic. Actually many members of my own race are too content with joining to develop proper skill... Oh, I am sorry; I guess I forgot to take off my lecture’s hat.”
“Not a problem, that was very informative.” It was one of the few subjects Isabela did not mind getting a lecture in.
“You should try Top-Heavy over there,” Tallis motioned toward the busy maidens, still wanting to glean wisdom from a millennia’s worth of experience. “I’m sure she’s easy pickings at the moment.”
“Hmmm, I do believe you’re right,” and with a little wave she had moved on. “Have fun.”
Once Liara started rolling through the station’s mainframe she required less and less assistance and Bethany’s attention wandered further and further. The young asari with several distinctive, violet streaks marking her face kept glancing over to the cuddling couple across the room. About a hundred-fifty years ago she followed her dear friend into space, degrees in accounting and business management in hand as well as a request from Hawke’s mother to lookout for her mercurial daughter. She did so faithfully ever since and even before they left Thessia. Burying jealousy that constantly crept up.
Hawke just did not look to her own race as an option for romance so never noticed the way her friend looked at her. Bethany was so used to the obliviousness it no longer even bothered her. Watching the one she secretly loved constantly committing to others and often several at a time at that, made it hard not to wonder why not her. Anyone close to the two recognized the obvious, though almost everyone thought it was little more than a leftover childhood crush and not something to bother with. If someone realized it ran so deep, or she told someone, than she would probably get some help. For the moment though her feelings amounted to an opening to be squeezed into by a predator on the hunt.
Isabela slipped in behind Bethany, gently grasping round hips while lightly placing her chin on a slender shoulder. “So, how are we doing over here?”
Used to the woman’s libidinous ways the young accountant answered, “Fine, though there may be mercenaries on the station.”
“Oh my, will your friend be alright?” Isabela asked out of sincere concern.
“I’m sure she will,” Liara answered while typing. “Shepard is on her way, plus even if security doesn’t recognize the threat it will still be difficult for the mercs to do anything easily.”
“That’s good.” Since it seemed the situation wasn’t dire the always amorous human returned to her original intent, “And are you Dr. T’Soni’s little helper?”
“Kind of, she doesn’t seem to need much assistance.” Of course no one in the room besides Samara knew they were in the presence of the Shadow Broker.
Liara quickly assured, “Oh no, you assisted quite a bit showing me the operating system as well as your suggestions for narrowing the search parameters helped greatly.”
“Assisted, past tense?” Isabela followed up with, “Then are you no longer busy, darling?”
“I guess not,” Bethany having yet to catch on to the implication; the dancer had never made a serious pass at her before.
The human’s hands drifted forward and lips dipped closer to huskily whisper, “I could give you something to keep you busy.”
That got the maiden’s eyes to widen and spine to straighten. “Liara may still need my help…”
“No, I should be fine,” the young broker contradicted, smirking.
“Oh, perhaps the good doctor would like to take a break and join in?” Isabela tightened her grip as Bethany made an attempt to squirm away. “Or if you want to keep working we could just crawl under the desk and…”
“That’s quite alright. I’m already in a relationship.”
The benign comment caught the notice of the matriarch sitting not too far away. Her conversation with Tallis had lulled for the moment as the scarlet drell wrote down some suggested readings. Samara assumed the relationship Liara mentioned only included Shepard, which would definitely be a problem. One-sided monogamy would not work, especially if one party had multiple committed relationships. Was the younger asari expecting to stay back at the cottage or possibly watch from the sidelines during the much talked about after party? Besides, she had a rather large soft spot for the maiden and would like to get closer to her; in a number of ways. So with a promise to talk further later she excused herself from her temporary pupil to join those behind the desk.
Samara approached unnoticed so surprised with, “Excuse me. Am I interrupting anything?”
“Not yet, but I’m working on it,” Isabela answered; keeping her potential prey trapped by pressing the maiden against the edge of the desk with her hips.
“So it is not too late to reconsider your offer?”
The dancer’s face lit up and she left the younger asari behind. “Never.”
Seeing her opening Bethany tried to slip away, but before she could get far a hand took hold of her wrist. Counter to her expectations the fingers grasping her were blue, rather than tan and bejeweled. Nervously she traced the connected arm up to a kind gaze from crystal eyes. Hawke was not the only asari she’d ever fancied, though none other so greatly, in fact she much preferred her own race despite whatever taboos may exist. The hand not grasping hers was just above Isabela’s cavernous cleavage keeping the consistently horny woman at bay and propped against the edge of the glass desk.
“Oh, I did not mean to interrupt your fun,” Samara said.
“No, no, I wasn’t really planning on doing anything,” Bethany tried, while not considering resisting the hand pulling her closer.
The matriarch’s fingers rose to lightly trace the maiden’s jaw as she suggested, “But you desire to, do you not?”
Isabela watched in awe as Samara was able to guide Bethany with a gentle touch to lean against the desk alongside her. Later she was going to have to follow her drell fluffer’s lead and learn at this asari’s thousand year old feet. The elder gave the younger a slight push to sit on the smooth surface, cheeks barely clinging to the edge. The low height forced a bend to the knees and separation of the thighs. Loving where this was going, the exotic dancer settled in ready for whatever may come.
No longer feeling any resistance Samara let her hands slip down to rub the outer hip of both her young friends and stepped closer so she had a leg between each pair of theirs. The two had remarkably similar builds with distinct hourglass figures, full rears and massive chests. Although, now looking directly down their shirts it appeared Bethany had the human beat by half a cup size, especially impressive considering the maiden wasn’t wearing a cleavage accentuating corset. After openly leering for part of a minute she decided she would require a better look.
Deftly the matriarch loosened the strings holding together the front of Isabela dress while simultaneously lowering the zipper of Bethany’s top until both opened enough to reach inside. With a little effort she freed the two oversized bosoms then took hold of the outermost. Samara applied slight pressure to bring them closer together until a brown nipple met a purple one in the middle which forced human and maiden to arch their spines toward one another and slide their hips into full contact. A lovely sight indeed, but she may have preferred the feel; she didn’t care enough to actually decide. The flesh yielded so perfectly under and spilled so generously over her fingers.
Thumbnails scratching areolas Samara raised her eyes to the pair of flush faces, “You girls are truly beautiful. I must thank you for allowing me this sight. How would you like me to show my appreciation?”
“However you want,” Isabela groaned.
“And you?” directed to the panting maiden.
“I… Oh goddess,” Bethany wasn’t allowed to say more than a word before her nipple was pinched.
“I will decide then. Though I will require some preparation.” Samara then slipped a pair of fingers into each of the moist mouths, leaving her only one person to talk to, “Liara dear, would you like to help me out with these two?”
“No, that’s fine,” the Shadow Broker answered without looking away from her terminal; the shock had worn off and she had returned to work around the time the boobs came out.
“Why not?” the matriarch pressed while intently watching as her digits pumped in and out of the two sets of lips.
Liara answered a bit defensively, “I’m busy.”
“That wasn’t the reason you rebuffed Isabela with,” as Samara said the name she tested the human’s gag reflex by pushing her fingers in as deeply as possible, which she unsurprisingly didn’t encounter.
“You were eavesdropping?” the maiden turned to accuse.
“Sorry dear,” the matriarch thought it a discussion best saved for a private moment anyway and left it alone for now.
“It’s alright,” and Liara went back to mining for information.
Samara’s focus returned to the buxom pair sucking her fingers and glanced down, “I am going to need you girls to clear a path for me.”
Having long forgotten any notion of modesty Bethany’s hands scrambled to her fly; simply opening it gave the needed space. All Isabela needed to do was flip her short skirt up and hold it there, figuring her satin tanga wouldn’t be much of a barrier. The newly slicked blue digits popped from the eager mouths to sink with taunting lack of haste; drawing glistening circles on the pair of mons before disappearing into fabric confines. The maiden made an excited, little squeak that turned into a prolonged sigh, while the more experienced human managed to keep it to a satisfied grunt.
The near blasé response from the well traveled woman did not sit well with Samara so she deemed it necessary to use a technique she had perfected on Shepard. Her eyes glowed white. Energy crackled from her fingers deep within the warm cores. A rod shot up Isabela’s spine and her whole body quivered as a throaty moan erupted past her gaping mouth, while Bethany violently and joyously twitched. Both had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from falling back onto the glass surface. A smile spread across the matriarch’s lips as she felt her palms being uncontrollably humped and digits firmly squeezed.
“Are you sure it’s Cerberus?” Shepard whispered her question in disbelief.
A recovered Kelly Chambers answered, “Absolutely, one of my friends contacted me and told me agents approached him and tried to recruit him to help rebuild Cerberus. They told him a couple of the cells, one of their fleets, along with a few other random agents and ships had survived. When he turned them down they tried to kill him. He sent out messages to everyone he could before going into hiding.”
“Did he mention what they’re planning, what their goal is?”
“From what he says it sounds like they’ve gone absolutely nuts. They’re like a cult now; denying the Illusive Man had been indoctrinated or had ever helped the Reapers, they don’t even believe he’s dead. That everything on the extranet is propaganda and lies. Worst of all though, is they think if they carry out all his outstanding orders he will return to them. That includes killing everyone on their hit lists. Like you and me.”
“Why didn’t you try to call me?” guilt dripping off each word.
“I wasn’t sure how and I was so scared that I only tried a couple times before I went into hiding.”
Shepard still felt like she had failed her friend, but hid it with a smile and simple question, “Why did you come here?”
“I didn’t have a ton of options. I heard about this station from a lady I was working with a few months before. I didn’t think an insane human-supremacist cult could get on this station. Plus, I was able to get a very good job.”
“A job?” the former commander hesitated to ask.
“Oh! No no no no,” Kelly answered amongst flailing arms. “I’m a psychologist. All employees on the station get full medical, including mental healthcare. Plus, sometimes visitors need some help readjusting to the idea of returning to their real lives.”
“Good, I’m glad I didn’t find you working some pole.” Shepard then absentmindedly joked, “Though, I’m disappointed I didn’t get to see it.”
“Disappointed?” the former yeoman mumbled to herself, her cheeks warming a bit.
The older woman didn’t notice so continued, “Anyway, the reason I tracked you down and am here now is because Cerberus has found you and I’m almost certain they have agents on the station right now. You don’t need to worry though, I am here to protect you and get you out of here.”
“But I don’t want to leave.”
“What?” Shepard asked softly.
“I like it here. I’m helping people. Most of my patients are sex workers and sex workers often have horrible upbringings and a lot of problems. I’m also treating a number of people with PTSD from the war. Plus, I have several friends here and get paid well. I mean, there are no taxes on this station and I have full benefits too.” The redhead suddenly shook her head, as if to redirect her thinking, “But of course if you say I have to leave, I will.”
The soldier leaned back in her chair to think a moment before saying, “No, I just assumed you would want to leave. I brought Samara and Liara with me. Maybe we can figure out something else…”
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