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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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A lot of what an infiltrator did involved operating behind enemy lines. Shepard became famous overcoming impossible odds that one time on a planet far away, but she made her name going where no one else could. She could linger for weeks on a planet undetected patiently watching and waiting for the perfect moment to carry out her mission. The only chance to stop her was before her boots hit the ground, which was a big reason for the brass to want her on the frigate with the Alliance’s first stealth system. Having the skill to go anywhere was also primarily why she relied on short-range weaponry. Her preference was always to avoid conflict whenever possible, but when she did it was most often in close-quarters; she felt she could better control the situation that way. So, rather than shooting the Cerberus phantom, nemesis and engineer twenty stories below her she simply observed them.
Killing them would be easy, but would yield little reward and hardly ensure that more commandos wouldn’t be sent. The organization had past the point of rational thought, so predicting their actions would be a fool’s errand. Quickly Shepard had decided the best option would be to make them think they had succeeded in killing their target then tracking them back to their base of operations to hopefully finish the group off once and for all. That is what led to her watching over the trio as well as alerting station security.
To her surprise The Azure Sky’s ownership recognized the authority of the Justicars and allowed Samara to take the lead in dealing with the insurgents, though they would move in if there was ever an immediate danger. She should have probably predicted that outcome; in its own unique way the station was one of the most law-abiding and safety conscious places in the galaxy. Once Liara was handed over complete access to the systems she located the Cerberus agents’ camp in a narrow alleyway between two ninety-four story building in a little over an hour. It also led to Shepard being allowed to bring her equipment into the resort.
A dozen floors above Shepard’s perch was a brightly-lit, walking mall making it impossible for those below to see the red glow of her recon hood’s eyes. She had to wait patiently for near seven hours before they finally left their encampment, disguised in civilian clothing to search for a full access terminal. Though in the end it wouldn’t matter if it was connected to the central mainframe or not; whatever information they got out of it would actually be coming from Liara anyway. Once they were gone and the maiden in her ear told her they wouldn’t be coming back for awhile the infiltrator activated the element zero core on her back and leapt from her perch. Her mass was lowered enough to give her a tolerable landing next to one of the bedrolls.
There wasn’t a wasted movement before Shepard started searching through the crates marked with Cerberus markings, careful to remember the original position of everything she disturbed. She didn’t want them to know she was ever there, as her goal wasn’t to stop the assassination but rather to control how they went about it. First of all she needed to ascertain their options which she had began before her drop by identifying they had a nemesis for sniping, an engineer for sabotaging and a phantom to most likely protect the other two while giving the possibility for a direct assault. After looking around for a few minutes she had to seriously question the competence of these three and/or the leadership that sent them. They had brought three specialists, explosives and poison in order to kill Kelly ‘I love everybody’ Chambers, for god’s sake.
Obviously the plastic explosives had to go; too hard to control when and how they would be used, plus too great of a chance for collateral damage. Simply taking the detonators would make them suspicious and she didn’t entirely trust they couldn’t come up with an alternative. Rather, she removed the nine grey bricks from their armored crate and put them in her pack. Then she called upon her omni-tool and the extra cache of reusable materials attached to her bicep to quickly manufacture indistinguishable, harmless replacements.
The poisons went next; again too hard to control the whens and hows, but also she didn’t want Kelly worrying every time she ate or breathed. Instead of substituting them she just broke the two vials and tipped over the crate to let the toxins spill out. Since nothing else would be out of place, they’d have to assume they accidently damaged it at some point.
The only thing left to try neutralizing would be the engineer sabotaging and causing an ‘accident’. Shepard preferred the nemesis taking a shot at long-range; it would keep the assailant too far away to confirm the kill and it would be easier to control where the attack happened. However, doing something to the tech-expert’s tools would cause suspicion. After giving it some thought she realized the only option was to kill him as soon as possible, before he got a chance to try something. The phantom may have to go the same way, unless the infiltrator’s educated hunch was correct and the Cerberus operatives would leave that as a last resort.
Shepard said into her comm, “I’m done here Liara. Give me their location; I want to observe them a bit more before heading back.”
“I’m uploading a tracking program to your omni-tool. It’ll guide you,” the voice in her ear answered.
“Thanks, going quiet for awhile.”
“Stay safe,” Liara signed off.
Nothing left for the maiden to do to help, she closed the terminal station security had installed in their private cabin and went outside. She walked out the door onto the deck facing the sea, stretching her arms high over her head which caused the lower hem of her sundress to climb up her thigh. She vehemently denied her choice in wardrobe had anything to do with Shepard loving how she looked in a skirt. Her bare feet padded across sand-coated, wooden planks to the comfortable loveseat just past the window and plopped down. Her eyes closed to better smell the air, listen to the wind and feel the sun; so she failed to notice Samara was winding up her swim.
It had been a very long time since the disciplined matriarch had taken to the water in a recreational manner. The ache of exercised muscles while still feeling wonderfully fresh, clean and cool was a better sensation than she had remembered. She had enough for the day though and turned toward shore, not beginning to walk until the sea shallowed to three feet. Standing upright her upper body broke the surface revealing she still had a preference for her own people’s style of swimwear. Her bare, firm breasts had a subtle bounce to them as she fought through the surf. After a dozen yards of wading her brown trunks, adorn with white flowers were exposed to the air and given a chance to start drying.
With the waves lapping at her calves Samara noticed her young friend sitting on the porch. She snatched her towel off the back of a deckchair on her way by. Asari skin was fairly water resistant so the droplets would run off her with little hindrance and she would dry quickly without help. Still, it would be quite chilly until that happened so she patted a few places and draped it around her shoulders.
“I assume Shepard is doing well,” the matriarch said on approach.
The maiden was not caught off-guard and responded with eyes still shut, “Yes, she accomplished her main aim and wished to gather a bit more intelligence, so she is going to follow them awhile longer.”
“Then I should not need to worry for the rest of the day,” Samara said warily then turned to go inside.
“I’ve decided to accept your proposal,” Liara suddenly announced, stopping the Justicar in her tracks. “I miss helping people and being the hero. Plus, I fear what I will become if I don’t. I fear I will become just like the monster I replaced.”
“You should not be so hard on yourself.”
“I’m not. If you hadn’t noticed I can be quite obsessive. It’s just… when I was an archeologist I couldn’t hurt anyone.” She buried her fists in her lap as she confessed, “When Shepard returned from the dead I all but ignored her, the woman I secretly loved. I was just too focused on finding what I wanted, solving the mystery of who the Shadow Broker was, finding Feron, avenging my friend. Nothing else mattered. After supplanting the yahg I’ve done a number of things that you should probably kill me for. Before and during the war I could justify them because the Reapers had to be defeated no matter what, but since then. Since then, I have no more excuses or justifications for continuing on as I have. Nothing will stop me from obsessively pursuing and controlling information, that’s just who I am. I need someone to keep me from becoming that monster; stop me from hating myself when I have too much time to think about what I’ve done.”
Samara moved closer, so she could put a hand on the younger asari’s head as she consoled, “I promise not to let that happen.”
Liara smiled and brushed away a tear, but then quickly moved out from under her elder’s touch, not wanting to be treated like a child. “We should try to gather as many Justicars as possible to discuss what this new organization should be and how it is organized. I think the Code should be adapted rather than abandoned…”
“Of course, but there is no need to go into those details now, the two of us can do little by ourselves.”
“Well then, I would like to move onto a condition I have.”
“Should you not have brought that up first?”
“Alright, then call it a request.” Having yet to make eye contact Liara wasn’t about to start when saying, “I want to live with Shepard.”
Samara put it another way, “So, you wish to share my bed?”
“I…” the maiden squeaked, having not considered that.
“To be with her you have to understand her lifestyle and find a place within it.” The barely covered matriarch drifted in front of her young friend and then with a single finger under the chin forced their gazes to meet. “So what do you wish for your place to be? Perhaps we should work out a schedule; we could alternate nights, though we may need to buy another bed. Could also be problematic if Shepard is not in the mood on a particular evening…”
“What is your alternative?” Liara gulped, eyes rapidly blinking.
Finger still in place under the doctor’s chin Samara leaned down to within an inch, “Act more like the maiden you are; keep an open mind and be willing to try new things.”
The last inch vanished as the matriarch brushed her lips across the maiden’s plump lower one. Liara seemed too stunned to react and failed to accept the invitation in a timely enough fashion so the elder decided to make a more overt gesture. After giving a teasing little scratch under the chin Samara took a couple steps back. A roll to the shoulders toppled the towel sending it to the worn-down deck with a slight thump. Her hands didn’t pause, just elegantly drifted to the loose knot holding up her brown and white trunks. After a sharp tug they fell.
Standing there in all her damp, nude glory Samara asked, “So, what would you like to try?”
Liara’s gaze didn’t rise higher than the pair of immaculate, blue breasts capped by perfectly-sized, dark nipples just above her eyelevel. It did however dip, temporarily distracted by the flat stomach with a shallow bellybutton, down to the water moistened azure bordered by firm thighs. Her brain wasn’t clear enough to come up with anything too original; not that she was the most creative of people. Nor was she bold enough to vocalize any desires. So after a few minutes of gawking, she leaned forward then to the side avoiding contact to grab the discarded towel. She folded the thick terrycloth a few times and dropped it between her feet. The intent was clear and Samara sunk to her knees.
For a moment full of second guessing Liara sat bolt upright; her butt as far back as possible, legs crossed. Her fingers hovered over the matriarch’s bust for a few seconds before shifting to the shoulders, still not making contact. Nerves then caused her to fully retract, crossing her arms over her chest. She had yet to even attempt to look anywhere near the other asari’s eyes. Building up just wouldn’t work and she realized she’d have to just jump in with both feet so in a single motion surged forward to cradle Samara’s face with both hands and capture her lips.
It took a second for Samara to adjust to what was happening and return the affections. There were several full lip smooches of growing intensity before their mouths locked together. Suddenly the maiden turned very eager as she tossed caution to the wind and deepened the kiss further. Liara wrapped her arms around her elder’s neck to pull their bodies closer together, their full chests embracing. After a short time more her knees spread, her hips slid forward and her back slouched.
Samara found herself being dragged onto the maiden, the tight hold on her shoulders denying her much wiggle room. All she could do was brace her arms and return the heated kiss for a number of minutes, until Liara felt the desire to move on. The young asari’s grip relaxed allowing the two to make eye contact and for her to see a bashful smile. What had just happened seemed the reason for the little grin at first, but soon she realized the origin lay with anticipation for what was next.
Liara slipped the spaghetti straps from her shoulders then wriggled down the front of her dress to expose firm, blue mounds. There was a slight hesitation to raise the suspense, but Samara quickly dipped her head, never breaking eye contact, and took a stiff nipple into her mouth. Amongst asari, who put such emphasis on age, putting oneself in the younger role was something of a sign of submission especially when it was the elder doing so and there was nothing younger than a nursing infant. Though in this case the maiden wasn’t really dominating the matriarch; it was more breaking a minor taboo.
The eye contact remained as Samara hallowed her cheeks and pulled as much flesh into her mouth as possible. Soft hands delicately stroked her shoulders, seemingly unsure what else to do. She released the nipple with a loud pop then swirled her tongue around the stiff tip and gave another nibble before shifting over to the other peak. Along with her lips came her hands, each taking a breast to massage. When Liara’s lids fluttered close, the matriarch turned her full concentration downward to the sensitive, pillowy breasts. Shepard was right; the excited sighs and soft moans that escaped from the maiden were quite cute.
Before her oral ministrations on the lovely, young bust was done Samara’s fingers began to drift lower. This finally gave Liara’s hands something to do and so took hold of her own chest to practically feed them to her lover. The matriarch rubbed the blue knees to either side of her waist for a couple minutes before slipping them higher to run up and down the maiden’s thighs occasionally giving them a squeeze. Not letting up on the dark nipples or the boobs beneath she was able to inch the white dress up and expose more of the lightly muscled flesh.
Eventually the elder alien had her fill and pulled away, sinking to sit on her heels. Her gaze fell, knowing eye contact would be too embarrassing for her young friend. She had been able to work Liara’s skirt up enough so it just ever so barely cover the maiden’s azure. In fact the fabric was high enough that when Samara began to nuzzle the covered sex her chin came in contact with century old inner thighs. Her fingers reached far enough behind to curl around soft buttocks. Deeply inhaling, she could smell the excitement of the other asari.
Samara teased and licked through the cloth for a little while before nudging the dress up with her nose and lapped at the lips she found beneath. After several caresses along the outer folds she realized she didn’t have the best angle so shifted the maiden’s thighs onto her shoulders and gave a tug toward the edge of the chair, causing Liara to slouch even further. Then she was really able to delve into the inexperienced azure with her talented tongue, pushing through with slow but strong strokes. It had been a very long time since she had intimately tasted her own kind; a bit sweeter than human.
Liara could do little else but melt and moan, though she tried with all her might to contain her sounds of arousal, which just made them all the cuter. Her embarrassment wouldn’t entirely subside and kept her eyes sealed shut for several long minutes. What finally got her lids to open was her clitoris being flicked by the smoothest of muscles. Luckily for her, with the matriarch’s face fully buried under her bunched up skirt it was impossible for them to make eye contact. Just as she relaxed once more into the expert pleasuring from the tongue dancing through her folds her sensitive, little nub was again touched. This led to a reaction that Samara never would have predicted; the maiden retreated, fleeing from the oral assault.
The elder mistook the look on the younger asari’s face and attempted to sooth, “There is no need to be embarrassed, dear.”
Liara emphatically shook her head, lip firmly planted between her teeth, unable to speak. Her whole body twitched from the orgasm percolating deep in her core as she hastily dragged Samara to her feet. The matriarch didn’t understand what was happening and wasn’t give the time to come to one. Snatching the towel off the ground the maiden stood; rather than pull the spaghetti straps back onto her shoulders she just let her dress fall off. She then grabbed the other asari’s hand and headed for the beach a mere yard or two away.
Her junior’s desire soon became clear as Liara hastily spread the beach towel out on the sand and pointed at it; bashfully avoiding eye contact, fidgeting from foot to foot, thighs rubbing together. With a grin and a memory Samara lay down on her back, legs up and spread. Even though she took only a couple seconds the highly-stimulated maiden was obviously frustrated by her elder’s pace. As soon as her crest hit terrycloth knees impacted the ground in her periphery and an excited, glistening azure centered in her view. She wrapped her arms around the body engulfing her so she could take a solid grip of the young doctor’s delectable rear. Before she could renew her cunnilingus she felt a tongue on her own nethers. She placed a series of kisses and took her second taste of the lovely sex.
Under the warm afternoon sun, cradled by the sand with waves gently lapping a yard away Samara lay under a warm young maiden, cradling her sublime tush with a gentle tongue lapping at her folds. While half a station away Shepard sat on a sewage pipe outside a fast-food joint waiting for her targets to finish eating lunch. Hard to say who was having the better afternoon.
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