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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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As anywhere else in the galaxy, mornings on The Azure Sky began with a commute to work. Underneath the housing tower was the central transit station that took employees all over the station. In order to get to the basement the residents had to catch the express elevator that stopped every ten floors. So, most people started the day climbing or descending at least one flight of stairs on their way to one of the lift hubs.
“Did I see moving boxes outside Sala’s place?” a turian technician asked his friend as the elevator doors opened and they stepped in.
“Yeah,” the other turian paused as they found a place to stand in the small mobile room. “She’s bondmating, or whatever the word is, to three salarian brothers.”
“Three? Spirits, why would she do that?” he asked, the lift beginning its descent.
The salarian standing in front of them turned to ask, “You have a problem with salarians?”
“Only you Torlic,” the technician said with a smile. “You have any clue why three brothers would share a wife?”
“It isn’t really about love or marriage or desire or any of that. It’s about breeding. Amongst brothers there isn’t much of a difference who breeds; it’s all the same genes and lineage. It’s like a three for one deal.”
The second turian grumbled, “Never could see myself on either side of that deal.”
“Why would SHE though?” the technician reinserted himself, turning toward the rest of the sparsely populated, pre-rush-hour elevator.
“Fucked if I know,” the near asari shrugged. “I require nine inches of cock from my dates and salarians ain’t got that. Shit, Torlic doesn’t even care that I’m calling his whole species needle-dicked.”
“Don’t even know what that means.” The salarian quickly added, given the company, “Nor do I want to know.”
The conversation paused there as the elevator doors once again opened, though to a sight none had ever seen on their commute; a matriarch and a redheaded human. Some looked to the floor indicator to check if they had accidently gone up to the luxury suites and penthouses of the business owners. It wasn’t so odd an occurrence that anyone was about to say anything, that was until they saw ribbons of energy swirl around the ancient alien and her crystal-blue eyes began to glow pure white. Before the confusion could take root the asari’s arms jetted straight forward, fingers spread wide. Her hands became fists and a mass effect field took hold of the passengers. Then with a gesture everyone inside was pulled out, landing in a heap of bodies and limbs in the hall.
“Clear,” Samara signaled.
With that Shepard, cloaked a few floors up inside the shaft, entered a command into her omni-tool. The couplings released, the safety protocols failed and the car fell with a very surprised combat engineer on top. The Cerberus agents easily figured out Kelly’s commute schedule and planned to kill her by dropping the elevator into oblivion once she was inside; not worried in the slightest about collateral damage. The infiltrator just beat them to the punch and sabotaged the lift first; however she did care about civilian casualties and made sure there were none with the help of a powerful biotic she happened to know.
As Shepard watched the elevator and Cerberus engineer fall out of sight a little voice popped into her ear, “We have a problem.”
“What is it?” the cloaked, former marine asked. “Did he save himself?”
There were a few silent moments before Liara answered, “No, he’s dead. That isn’t the problem. I just intercepted a large amount of data that he transmitted as he fell.”
“Okay,” unsure what the maiden meant. “So, what did he transmit?”
“I’m checking now.”
“Wait, you don’t even know. How do you know there’s a problem then?”
“A hunch.”
“Didn’t know asari had woman’s intuition; I don’t even have that,” Shepard teased.
After hurriedly scanning through the data, desperate to prove herself right to this awful human, Liara proudly exclaimed, “Ha! I’m correct! The door didn’t close so he saw Samara and Kelly. They know Kelly isn’t dead and that Samara is on the station, who is also on their hit list.”
“Awesome!” the woman replied with sarcastic excitement.
“Sorry,” the young doctor mumbled.
“This did seem too easy,” Shepard sighed. “Hopefully the two left don’t notice and just leave thinking their job is done, taking the varying tracking bugs I planted with them. Knowing my luck though, we’re going to have to fake Samara’s death now too. What’s the next step?”
“A break,” the matriarch interjected. “You two go have some fun. I will stay with Miss Chambers and protect her.”
After a bit of pondering the former commander asked, “So Liara, will you go out with me?”
“I suppose,” the maiden answered with fake apathy.
“Great, I’ll get changed at Kelly’s place…”
“No,” Liara interrupted, remembering what Shepard was wearing under her armor. “I want to go someplace nice. Buy a new outfit, I’ll make reservations and send along where and when to meet.”
“Fine,” the woman huffed as she crawled into a maintenance duct. “But whatever you wear better show plenty of blue.”
Shepard followed her orders and went clothes shopping, something she only liked doing when it was for someone else and a stop at the lingerie shop was involved. She wasn’t fashion inept, she just normally didn’t care. For Liara though, she’d make the sacrifice and ventured into an upper-class mall in one of the least lurid areas on the station. Efficiency was the name of the game and didn’t browse for long, though she did detour through a salon to get gussied up a little bit. At a ritzy boutique she bought a red cocktail dress that showed a hint of cleavage and hung to just above the knee. To finish her outfit she chose boots that weren't too much different than those she wore with her fatigues, just with nicer leather. The only place she spent any significant amount of time was buying something special to wear underneath everything else, including silk stockings.
To the woman’s surprise, even after her shopping excursion, she was the first to arrive at the five-star restaurant that sat atop one of the skyscrapers. A small band filled the air with a lazy melody. No obvious barrier held the atmosphere in place around her so it felt as if she were sitting amongst the stars with the garden planet of Niacal floating overhead. It was a glorious view that she got to enjoy for a near hour, alone. A near hour she passed at the restaurant's bar. Making her quite loose when the maiden finally showed as well as more than a little annoyed, especially when she saw what the young asari was wearing; a blue suit the same shade as her eyes.
Shepard stayed on her stool, elbows planted on the bar as the maiden approached, murmuring into her scotch, "Smartass."
With an amused, little grin Liara commented, "Samara told me you love an asari in a suit."
"And I told you I wanted to see plenty of blue and you know damn well I didn't mean fabric." After downing the last gulp from her glass the human added, "Plus I've been waiting here forever."
"I am truly sorry about my tardiness." The young doctor cautiously rubbed her perturbed date's covered shoulder. "I had an errand that took longer than I would have suspected."
"An errand?" Shepard was edging past annoyed. "It better not have involved getting that suit tailored."
"No, the suit is off the rake." Liara took hold of the woman's hand and after a moment of resistance subtly guided it down. "I was having something else specially tailored to my body, though."
In spite of herself, the corner of the former marine's mouth twitched as her fingers touched a new bulge in the asari's pants. "And you think I'm going to let you use that on me?"
"You are kind of easy," the maiden teased; her nose brushing dyed-violet locks, nails scratching between clothed shoulder blades.
"Oh am I?" Shepard grunted, not taking the bait to start a little game.
The rebuff caused Liara to backpedal and penitently whisper, "Sorry."
With a sideward glance she could tell the young alien had the wounded puppy look going pretty strong and the human wasn't pissed nor drunk enough to hold on to her grudge. "Sit down."
"Is our evening ruined?" the maiden asked once she had taken her stool.
"Nah, just off to a slow start." Shepard motioned to the batarian bartender.
"What can I get you, ma'am?" his voice rumbled.
"Two glasses of that wine I started off with, the appetizer sampler platter and a shot of your hardest, asari liquor."
"Would you like them brought to your table?"
"Nope, we'll eat right here at the bar."
"Very good."
Once the four-eyed bartender left Liara turned to her date, "What about our table?"
Shepard turned toward her companion. "A half hour ago I decided I wasn't in the mood for a prolonged, fancy diner."
"What are you in the mood for?" Liara asked hopefully.
"Have yet to decide," she replied just as the drinks were placed in front of her and immediately slid two of the glasses the maiden's way.
Just as quickly the young doctor moved to slide the shot right back, "No thank you. I'm not really much of a drinker."
"I know, but you have some catching up to do," Shepard said with a grin, but when the offer wasn't taken quickly enough she ordered, "Drink it."
Liara sat there for several seconds with slumped shoulders and pursed lips staring at the tiny glass. A glance over at the human's face told her there would be no negotiations. A rolling wrist broke her inaction and she took up her beverage. She gave a short prayer before throwing the green liquid down her throat. The first second went by just fine, the second though not so much. Fire burned her insides and kicked her in the gut like a shotgun. Strained, hoarse coughs erupted from her fully gaping mouth as her body attempted to reject the vile liquid invader.
As the recovery process began she heard, "Here drink this, it should help."
Without a thought Liara scooped up the new glass and downed its contents. A second fire raged down her throat as she was tricked into enduring another shot of the same liquor. Her coughing amplified to the point of convulsions for nearly a minute, only settling when her body realized it probably wouldn't die. Eyes still watering she couldn't see anything, but she could hear the laughter coming from beside her. After wiping away the tears she noticed that the batarian behind the bar was keeping some chuckles under his breath.
"I hate you," the maiden grumbled; making sure it was water in the next glass she drank.
"That makes us even for the suit." Then added after a brief pause, "Not for being late though."
Still a bit raspy Liara complained, "That's not fair."
"Fine, let's just say you owe me one."
"I don't have a choice do I?"
With a grin and a sip of wine Shepard replied, "Nope."
Though off on the wrong foot the evening was not lost and the two cared far too much for the other to dwell longer than it took the food to arrive. Eating replaced any desire to converse for some time. The young doctor had experience with all the mini-dishes presented on the sampler platter while Shepard only recognized a couple. So the human started with an experimental bite from a spring roll made from flower pedals and stuffed with meat from a Thessian crab, as Liara described it but in reality the animal was more like a spider. Whatever the animal it tasted like a foot wrapped with spinach and warranted no further testing. The calamari like stuff was good though, as were the authentic, gourmet, asari sliders which in truth were adaptations of the lowbrow, earth snack and she loved the pizza things. Her incessant need to translate everything to her own culture did get on the maiden's nerves a bit.
After a few more rounds of varying cocktails and another appetizer plate the pair was rather full and quite buzzed. They exited the ritzy restaurant giggling, having left behind a sizable tip for their new batarian friend; after all he did keep them from getting kicked out for never actually going near their reserved table. Past the partition that separated outside from inside, since the establishment was on a rooftop there was no real building to be inside of or therefore leave, they went in search of Shepard's rental skycar. The parking lot wasn't large and only a quarter of it was populated, but it was still a bit of a challenge in their impaired state.
Once the luxury car was found Shepard chivalrously stepped aside and opened the door for her date. With a tiny giggle and slight bow Liara accepted the gesture, getting in first. She started to crawl in to the far side, but a hand on the hip stopped her. She was pulled back down into the near seat and when her buns hit upholstery the larger human mounted her. A weight settled in her lap as the canopy closed around them.
Suddenly a synthetic voice informed, "Due to the level of alcohol in your blood exceeding the legal limit manual control has been disabled. Please state your desired destination for the autopilot."
An answer was not immediately forthcoming as there wasn't a mouth free to give one. The couple's lips were firmly locked, tongues wrestling in the initial flurry of passion. After a few minutes of confused, hectic groping Shepard's forearms found a resting place on either side of the headrest as she settled into a deep, slow kiss with the maiden. Meanwhile soft, blue hands drifted down to linger on her hips for a little while before slipping further on to her rear. Though to her surprise getting her ass grabbed and making-out were mutually exclusive as Liara quickly turned her head, breaking contact.
Running her fingers tips along the new ridges that bisected each of the woman's cheeks Liara asked, "What are these?"
"More interested in sating your curiosity than your lust?" Shepard teased before answering, "They're called garters. Let me show you."
After one more little peck the woman on top leaned back, forcing the lightly scaled fingers to shift from her posterior to her thighs. Eye contact only lasted as long as it took for the maiden to notice where Shepard's hands were. She hooked the bottom hem of her skirt and slowly began to drag it up her legs, revealing how high her black stockings went. Far up on the meaty, muscular thighs came the first hints of skin and a glimpse at the strips of fabric the alien had never seen before.
Again Liara had to move her hands out of the way, but only momentarily this time for as soon as Shepard had brushed her dress high enough she retook her grip of the sublimely firm, and now bare, thighs. As her thumbs ran along the odd strips of accessory clothing her curiosity over what they were attached to peaked and she tried to expedite the reveal. The human figured out what she wanted to see and capitulated, mostly. One side of the dress was lifted high up the hip, showing a bit of black panty and the bottom edge of a matching lacy article of lingerie she did not recognize.
Before the question could be broached Shepard explained, "It's called a torsolette."
"Let me see more," Liara whispered.
A devilish grin crossed the former marine's lips as she lifted the rest of her skirt out of the way and got the expected gasp. Her merry widow was forgotten as interest had shifted to her black, lacy, crotchless panties; something the maiden had never dreamed could exist. Showing signs of excitement her perfectly framed folds were already starting to engorge and glisten. Desire plastered Liara's face as she stared down at the inviting sex, but before anything came of it Shepard felt a flinch and recoil below her.
"Ow!" the young asari suddenly exclaimed as her hand went to her own groin.
"What's wrong?" Shepard worriedly asked.
"My toy isn't fitting in my pants anymore," Liara squirmed.
After several poorly stifled laughs the woman sympathized, mostly sincerely, "Awww, poor baby. Do you need some help?"
"Goddess, yes," came the husky answer.
With bated breath Liara watched strong fingers undo the fly of her pants then flinched as they took hold of the base of her prosthetic dick. It took a little uncomfortable wrestling to get the swollen shaft out of its cloth confines, but once it was she was able to fully appreciate the feedback feature of her toy as her lover appreciated how lifelike it was. It seamlessly matched her skin in color and texture, with small scales along its length, up to the ridge of the purple head.
The maiden had to exert effort to keep her eyes from fluttering shut not wanting to miss what the ambidextrous Shepard's busy hands were doing. One set of fingers rubbed her folds and enticed her clitoris as the other massaged the blue shaft. Lubrication harvested from the asari's fluids oozed from the tip of the toy which the stroking palm used to coat the rest of the cock, but it didn't seem to be enough. So the human began running the underside through her moist lips.
"It's ready, please. Goddess, please just," Liara incoherently groaned.
Luckily for the maiden her date was too worked-up herself to tease. Shepard guided the purple head to her entrance, careful to line things up despite arousal and alcohol clouding her judgment. It seemed Liara wasn't so patient and grabbed the human's hips trying to pull them down. That got a throaty chuckle then a collapse as she surrendered and let her weight drop, impaling herself to the hilt in one shot. Shuddering moans erupted from them both as their hips slammed together, connecting them.
Liara had never experienced anything like the tight heat wrapped around her temporary phallus. She would thank Samara the rest of her life for suggesting to upgrade her strap-on. The sensation transfer was so sensitive that she could feel the fluttering ripples of Shepard's inner muscles which sent a pleasurable shiver through her entire body. At some point her eyes must have closed because she suddenly found herself opening them and was disappointed to only see red in her lap, the dress having fallen back into place. The disappointment had no chance of lasting long with how her cock was being squeezed by her love's velvety folds. She started to move the fabric out of the way but a hip wiggle shattered her will to do anything except melt into the seat and take hold, underneath the skirt, of the powerful thighs straddling her.
It was a rare occurrence that Shepard felt so full, even the strap-on Liara had used on her days before wasn't as big as this one nor did it have the lovely scaled texture. Slowly she rotated her hips and grinded into the asari's lap to get a full appreciation of the thick shaft inside her. Again the maiden underneath her showed a lack of patience by trying to lift her, getting her moving. This time she didn't give in quite so easily and stayed immobile.
Not thinking straight Liara couldn't come up with a good way to get the woman going. She tried to bounce under the heavier human, but didn't have enough room to so much as pull out even a fraction of an inch. After a frustrated grunt she finally thought to stop her squirming and look up to see the smile on Shepard's face which she sheepishly returned. They shared a playful grin several seconds before pink lips began to close on her, but she turned away. The mouth pursued and she continued to evade by flailing her head back and forth until she was chased down.
Once she had her tongue firmly buried in the young doctor's mouth Shepard started rocking her hips. Blue hands were soon tightly gripping her ass and encouraging her to step up the pace, which she all too happily obliged. Her tempo quickly built so that within a half dozen strokes she was furiously bucking, to the point she could not maintain the kiss and flung her head back. She braced her elbows against the ceiling of the car above her, practically pushing off it and down onto the shaft. She completely lost herself in the warm bliss building in her core. This new position didn't allow Liara to keep her cheeky hold, but her fingers didn't remain idle long.
Looking up the strong body bouncing atop her Liara only desired more. After a moment of addled thought she figured out what she wanted and hooked Shepard's dress by the armholes to pull the woman forward. Thinking a kiss was being sought panting pink lips puckered, but instead of being embraced they were ignored. All she wanted to do was reach the zipper around back and once she had it down she near tore the red fabric off the human's shoulders, exposing the black torsolette beneath. Once she saw a little of the intricate lace of the bustier she wanted to see more so forced everything else to bunch around the waist.
For several minutes the maiden enjoyed griping the human's silk covered sides, watching the contained breasts bounce, but soon she once again got greedy. Liara brushed away the shoulder straps then jerked the bustier as far down as possible, exposing wonderfully stiff nipples. Immediately she began to grope the jumping mounds. With her cock buried in wet warmth, hands filled with pillowy perfection, ears overwhelmed by blissful moans and seeing the orgasmic expression on her love's face the young asari was in heaven; only one thing could make it any better.
Word nor warning were needed, the meld united the lovers effortlessly. The borders between them dissolved and one's pleasure became the others. Under such overwhelming sensation Shepard could not last long, her hips violently slammed into the asari's lap for several joyous minutes until she cried out as ecstasy washed over her. Her voice was joined a second later as she shared her orgasm with Liara. Together they shook and shivered for what seemed hours. The woman's body then collapsed onto the maiden, though she continued trying to milk the shaft with her with her inner muscles, extending their quivering aftershocks for minutes more.
After a long while, and a parting kiss, Shepard released a groggy sigh and rolled off the young asari into the driver's seat; her back against the door, legs splayed. Though she didn't mean it as an invitation Liara took it as such, just unable to pass up a chance to have a taste. Her lids sagging the human didn't notice the alien's approach until she felt a delicate, silky tongue lap through her very sensitive folds. She jerked, eyes flying open, but relaxed into the touch once she spotted the cute, blue face nuzzling her slick sex. Her hand instinctively settled on the asari's crest.
Petting the head between her legs as it lazily licked away the moisture clinging to the insides of her thighs Shepard noted, "Looks like I made a mess of your pants."
"Mmm hmm," Liara hummed into the human's pussy, not too worried about the giant wet spot in her lap.
If the maiden didn't care Shepard wasn't about to press the issue and relaxed, until she looked out the window, "Where are we?"
The maiden lifted her head but didn't get to say anything before a synthetic voice cut in, "For your privacy this skycar was ascended to one-hundred feet."
"Is sex in cars really that common?"
"Currently twenty-one other couples are engaged in sexual congress in rental cars around the station."
"You have a way for us to clean up then?" the still quite exposed human asked.
The glove box popped open. "The factory-sealed, orange sponges are especially designed to absorb excess excretions. There is also a variety of perfumes and deodorants to mask any lingering odors as well as a moist towel for any further freshening up."
"Little help?" Shepard said with a quirked grin and flap of the thighs.
"Why should I?" Liara protested even as she reached into the dashboard. "You're the one who made the mess."
"You're the one that caused me to make the mess though."
With a smile the maiden popped open a sponge and started patting between the human's wet legs. "So, where should we go next?"
"That wasn't enough for you?" Shepard's attention and hand drifted to the car's navigation controls.
"No way," Liara giggled, marveling at how well she was able to clean her love up with the simple, little tool.
"Well then, let's see..." She flinched when a cold sprits of perfume hit her still tender nethers. "...what the lady's only area is like."
After one last smooch the young asari sat up then waited a few beats before expectantly flicking her eyes toward her own soiled groin and said, "Well."
As Shepard started putting her outfit back in order she replied, "Well what? It's your crotch, clean it yourself."
"I hate you," the maiden grumbled as she snatched another sponge and started dabbing the large wet spot in her lap.
While the doctor washed and the infiltrator smirked the skycar fly to the district of the station reserved for those of the female gender; which wasn't strictly defined by anatomy. From above, the strips of pulsating neon lights and undulating masses of people looked like the dozen other malls that dotted The Azure Sky. Unlike the others that reached out from a central point an equal number of blocks in the four cardinal directions, including a myriad of alleyways and side streets, the 'women's only area' stretched an extra couple hundred yards to the north. Bars, clubs and businesses that catered to those asari with an interest in their own kind, but not so much so that a pureblood baby could result had organically sprung up as an offshoot. Though there was a place for that too, it was just tucked in a more secluded spot away from prying eyes. Aethyta and Benezia especially loved being pampered by the maidens at 'The Matriarch's Throne' back in the day.
The skycar landed in a small drop-off zone, taking off again as soon as its two passengers stepped out. It would go park in a nearby parking lot but could be recalled with a simple omni-tool command. Shepard had a brief flashback to the Silversun Strip with the whirl of lights, sounds and activity all around, but that memory ended when her eyes adjusted and she more clearly saw the details. The dress code was lenient to say the least as only the groin seemed required to be covered. Most visitors stuck to regular clothing, though a substantial fraction were in some sort of fetish gear. The more outrageously dressed were the staff, not all tied to a specific establishment as street walkers hung to near every wall. Heaven had been found.
For many minutes the interspecies couple were stuck gawking at the spectacle all around them. Never had they seen so many outfits made of latex, leather and/or lace in one place, or any place really. Mistresses openly lead their submissives down the street on leashes. Public displays of affection were everywhere, including a topless matron making out with her salarian bondmate on a nearby bench. A squad of drunk commandos vacationing together had trapped a turian escort against an alley wall; their leader had her hand firmly buried in the front of the dark-grey alien's trousers.
Then a couple not too far away caught Shepard's notice. They were strangely familiar, even their pose facing each other holding hands was familiar. At first blush it seemed obvious why; a pretty asari and her human mate, an Alliance navy tattoo on her bicep. There was more to it though. Walking by she overheard the brunette, hair up in a bun, mention how embarrassing it would be if their daughter ever saw her in the very tight, latex outfit she was wearing. Some reassuring words, a small kiss and a light goose seemed enough to calm her. Whatever the case there was no way to discreetly relieve her curiosity so the former commander just shrugged it off and moved on.
Shepard snaked an arm around her date and asked, "So, where to?"
"Will my opinion actually matter or are you just going to drag me where you want to go regardless?" Liara warily replied.
"Of course your opinion matters, my pretty, little maiden."
"Don't you start with that," the young doctor warned.
After delivering a peck to a blue cheek Shepard assured, "Really, you pick the place."
Strolling through the indecent, two story mall Liara scanned the signs and storefronts for the proper place to spend the second part of their evening. For a moment she considered journeying the couple blocks to The Pearl, but a second thought made her realize that would drastically alter the trajectory of their date. Hawke would find them. She had to choose carefully, but needed more information to do so. Not every establishment's moniker could be easily decoded; what in the name of the goddess could 'Splatter' refer to. Almost immediately she dismissed using one of the public VI guides or punching up her omni-tool as Shepard would invariable get involved. She desperately searched for an alternative source of intel.
A smirk crossed Liara's lips when the obvious became apparent and her eyes began scouring the crowd. All she needed to do was follow the right person or people. It took quite a few minutes of scanning, made more difficult by Shepard's intermittent whining, before she spotted a concentration of humans. After a few yards though she saw a far more appealing sight and changed course. Sauntering down the boulevard were a pair of asari wearing similar tight tops that bared their midriffs and loose chaps that bared their behinds, but what interested the maiden the most were the fat, fake dicks bouncing between their thighs.
Shepard hadn't notice the strap-ons, all she saw was the twin pairs of bare, blue buns swaying in front of her. As they strolled Liara gently brushed away her arm which wasn't a big deal as all it meant was her fingers could drift down to take hold of the maiden's perky posterior. That didn't last long though as soon handholding was insisted upon, but even that was only temporary. They began to subtly wrestle over who would be walking on whose arm in a juvenile show of dominance. Time became the deciding factor as the maiden was winning when they reached the door the pair of endowed asari disappeared into.
"What does Wic'Besom mean?" Shepard asked as she read the sign over the door.
"I don't know," Liara shrugged.
"You don't know?"
"Do you know every detail about human culture?"
After a second of thought Shepard smirked and answered, "Yep."
Liara's eyes narrowed; spending so much time amongst humans had inspired her to study a bit of Earth history. "Name the first dynasty of China."
"Xia," the smartass woman stated then immediately headed into the club, leaving the alien in her wake.
Out of earshot the doctor muttered, "I hate you."
Liara wasn't quick to catch up to the infuriating woman and spent most of her journey down the long passageway stewing. To maximize boardwalk space most of the storefronts were small, as if they were fast-food joints. Hallways of varying lengths and stairwells leading up or down interlaced like a giant puzzle; the actual businesses could be as much as a hundred yards from the street. Even The Pearl, with its elaborate entry including plants, fountains and dancing VIs, had an irregular terraced design to fit in to the labyrinth of other establishments.
After the hall plastered with animated advertisements the space opened up into a large, pulsating club. A long, glowing bar dominated the right wall while a curved staircase to the upper loft was the most obvious feature on the left. Both levels had their own dance floor, but still had more than enough room for a host of tables and sofas. All pretty standard for a place run by the long lived race, even at first glance everything seemed normal with an almost entirely turian, human and asari crowd dancing, drinking, laughing and talking. A second look told a different story.
Most of the asari openly flaunted their fake dicks, letting them hang out from their pants or dangle from beneath their skirts. Even those who weren't pea-cocking their toys had an extra little bulge below the belt. The variety of shapes, sizes, colors and styles was amazing; Shepard preferred the ones made to look real. Though the neon glowing cocks, some made to look like they were on fire or surging with electricity, had a certain novel appeal.
To Liara's momentary disappointment Wic'Besom was not a BDSM club; getting her companion to be at least a little submissive would be so much easier if the rules enforced it. Sure, there were a few such couples around but they were few and far between. Her mood quickly lifted as she absorbed the fun, flirty atmosphere. She had to smile as she noticed how the strap-ons jetting out from between her own people's thighs were being treated. All around alien hands casually touched, tickled and stroked the cock of the asari they were talking with. It also seemed the toys made excellent handles as many a blue lady was being led around by their dicks.
So enraptured with the scene before her, and her senses still a bit dulled from the liquor with diner, Liara didn't notice Shepard's proximity until her zipper was all the way down. "Hey!"
"Just following the local customs," the human whispered directly into her young love's ear as she reached into the blue pants.
A tiny groan escaped as strong fingers found her shaft. "I need another drink."
"Let's go," Shepard smiled and pulled her date along to the bar.
A series of gelatin shots renewed the buzz while lowering inhibitions, preventing their easily blush-able cheeks from burning up their faces. If not for the infusion of liquid courage there was no way either of them could properly enjoy such a hedonistic paradise. Which could not be fully appreciated from a stool so they ventured into the crowd. The human reclaimed her hold of the blue member, causing Liara to clutch to the human's arm without a thought. While the maiden may not have noticed, Shepard did and mentally notched it up in the win column.
It took only a few steps in the direction of the dance floor filled with bumping and grinding couples for Liara's memory of Shepard's odd, little shuffle to flare and for her to force a reroute. This time it was the former commander who didn't notice what her date was doing and happily headed toward what seemed to be the quieter end of the club, that was more of a lounge. On closer inspection that was hardly the case.
Practically every seated asari had either a bobbing head or undulating body in their lap. Like the pair of reclining matrons casually chatting as if they didn't each have a half naked turian kneeling between their legs. The maidens a few sofas away however weren't nearly as blasé and all they had was a cute, black girl sitting between them happily jerking them off. The human had them moaning and groaning; all while a surrounding group teased and jeered the two for being so easily 'entertained'.
Shepard nudged Liara when she spotted the two they had followed in. They apparently were looking for dates, and had high hopes, as they were flirting pretty heavily with a whole table of off-duty station security personnel. Whatever their rap was it must have been good because after about ten minutes the two turians and three humans were following them over to a deep, overstuffed couch. In another minute the darker asari was getting to second base with the bustiest of the woman while a clawed hand wrapped around her neon-green dick. A couple cushions over her friend had lips nipping at her mouth, neck and cock.
"Don't get any ideas," Liara lightly warned. "You're with me tonight,"
"Aww, come on," Shepard jokingly whined. "We could totally seduce those three huntresses over there."
"Getting gang-boomed..."
"Banged..."
"Gangbanged by four asari is great for you, but what about me?"
"Alright, how about the foursome at ten o'clock. You can take the girls and I'll take the maidens."
Something caught the corner of Liara's eye that caused her to grow a grin and say, "I have a better idea."
A point got Shepard's attention to follow then her cheeks to redden. "No way."
"If you still want me to owe you one you will." Liara immediately cut off any rebuttal, "We are currently even. Me wearing this suit was just some minor teasing as was you refusing to help me clean up in the car. My tardiness was a true mistake that I paid for when you forced those two vile shots upon me in the restaurant. That makes us even."
"So, I do this now and I get to use you however I want later."
For some reason the word 'use' caused a shiver to jolt up the maiden's spine. "Yes."
It took a full minute of contemplation before Shepard growled, "Fine."
As soon as her former commander turned Liara did a happy, little bounce then fell into step behind the marching human; ignoring the bad attitude. Shepard weaved through the crowd out ahead of her date, around tables and couches, steadily swelling her chest as she steeled her nerves. Joining the battle lines against any army of mercs, mechs or monsters the galaxy had to offer would be a cheery alternative to joining the line running the length of the far wall.
In Wic'Besom it was hard to go ten minutes without overhearing someone offering or being invited to "go over the rail". The rail being waist high and padded. Approaching all Shepard could see was the backs of a line of asari; their buttocks, whether bare or clothed, rhythmically flexing and relaxing. Once she grew close enough to hear the moans radiating from the row over the thumping music she noticed the turian and human legs peeking out from around or between thrusting blue, lower halves.
Shepard came to a hesitant stop at a free spot on the rail between a turian getting utterly pounded by an indigo maiden and a woman in her early twenties being slowly and methodically fucked by an handsome matron. After watching for a second she gave a single shake of the head and started to turn away, but an eager, young doctor came up behind her and took a firm hold of her waist. In a not so subtle gesture something thick and hard was pressed into her rear. She made an incoherent whine in protest which only served to get her shoved forward. Her third stumbling step landed almost on top of the foot of the quivering human next door.
Gingerly Shepard spread her feet a bit beyond a shoulder's width, careful to find a comfortable distance. Then she tipped forward until her hips rested against the rail. The first attempt at comfort did not take and she straightened up a moment to realign. Even after she had braced her waist she continued to shift her weight to find the perfect spot. The entire time she made sure not to let her attention wander from the space of wall, which had a convenient shelf to lean on, directly in front of her.
Liara quickly tired of the obvious stall tactics so gave another push. This time her hand stayed planted between Shepard's shoulder blades to assure the woman would stay fully bent over. Only when it was obvious this new position was fully accepted did the maiden take a step back to enjoy the view. The human's embarrassment was obvious by how firmly her face was buried in her crossed arms. The young asari felt so wrong for how amused she was by the attempt to hide. She would need something to distract her from such negative thoughts.
Without a hint of rush Liara traced the nail of her index finger down the zipper of the red dress stretched across the broad shoulders of the prostrate, former marine. When the seam ended she dropped her hand to rub the upper swell of the round bum laid out before her. The rubs drifted down until she was palming one of the glorious cheeks. After a few pats her digits dipped to hook the skirt's lowest hem then antagonistically slowly lifted, exposing the silk covered legs little by little. The slow tease ended in a flash as she exposed the woman's more intimate parts all at once by flipping up the dress with a flick of the wrist.
Liara didn't leave her love on display for long as she soon collapsed onto the human's back. Her fingers pushed into Shepard's velvet folds, finding a pleasant slickness. With her free hand she pulled back a veil of hair so she could lick the odd, protruding earlobe underneath. The slight gasp only emboldened her and she latched her lips onto the rim of cartilage. She began to nibble which got the body beneath her to wiggle; she would have to explore this reaction more, later.
The maiden whispered directly into her vulnerable lover's ear, "When I get up you'll be on full display to the entire room."
"Damn it Liara," Shepard growled into her forearm.
"Then everyone will get to see your gaping, wet pussy perfectly framed by your slutty, little panties."
The former commander threatened, "I'm going to pop every cherry you have."
Concern suddenly overwhelmed Liara, "Do you want me to stop? I will. I'll still owe you one even."
Shepard was touched by the sincere worry in the maiden's words, but pissed because of what they would force her to say even if it was in the most indirect way she could think of, "Remember our talk about teddy bears and safe words?"
Realization took a moment but eventually Liara happily returned to harassing, "Ohhh right. Should have known a slut like..."
"No more talking!" the woman cut in. "Do what you want, just don't talk to me!"
The young asari didn't press the issue and straightened up after a soft kiss on the shoulder. Without her notice she had continued playing with Shepard's excited folds as they exchanged words. So the human was more than ready to be entered. Liara took a step back, but didn't allow a good view to anyone else in the room. She gathered some more of the flowing, feminine juices to smear over her cock, making sure to coat the entire shaft. The leftover moisture clinging to her hand was too much of a temptation to just leave there and she greedily licked her fingers clean.
Once no more of Shepard's taste could be gleaned from her fingers Liara turned her focus to the ass splayed out before her. With one hand she lined up the flared, purple head of her strap-on while she pressed the other to the small of the human's back. She made a few easy, test thrusts into the inviting entrance before she could line up with the warm channel and push inside, completely hilt herself in one slow, smooth motion. Despite any earlier protests she could distinctly hear a rumbling groan coming out of her penetrated girlfriend the entire time.
Liara shifted her hold to the soldier's hips and with the railing pressed into the front of Shepard's waist the woman had no room to move. Before too long the maiden found a leisurely pace sliding six inches of her shaft in and out of the human pussy. On every retreat she saw a flash of the pink flesh so tightly gripping her. It was like she had reduced the powerful, former commander to nothing but a warm hole to stick her cock. This idea was only reinforced when she glanced to either side and saw the line of aliens who had so willingly bent over in front of one of her own people.
The matron fucking the girl beside them noticed the wandering, blue eyes next to her. It took a couple seconds before the young broker noticed she had been noticed. The two asari exchanged glances, but a deeply blushing Liara couldn't maintain hers for more than a moment. Her compatriot wasn't so easily embarrassed and didn't look away, in fact she began openly leering back.
"That's real nice," the matron complimented as she placed a hand on Shepard's upturned tush.
"Thanks," Liara wasn't sure what else to say.
"I really like what you've got her wearing." Somehow the older asari was able to easily maintain her rhythm as she spoke, "I'd like to get my bondmate lingerie like that."
"Uhhh," the young doctor groaned in pleasure, her memory was not quite as sharp as it usual was so it took a moment to remember, "It's a torsolette."
"Thank you, but I'm actually more interested in her panties. Such easy access."
"Oh, they're crotchless." Beginning to enjoy the hedonistic decadence of the conversation, Liara asked, "Is she your bondmate?"
"Yes," the elder asari lovingly stroked her young companion's long, black hair. "Ching Lan and I met in a refugee camp on the Citadel. A C-Sec officer asked me to keep an eye on her after she lost her entire family."
"How old is she?" the maiden asked, now noticing how petite the human was.
"Twenty-four," she answered defensively.
"I apologize, I didn't mean to..."
"No, I'm sorry for snapping," the matron's hips stilled a moment as she slid her hands up the girl's sides who glanced back so they could share a loving look. "They assigned her to my crate. Every time she had a nightmare she crawled into my bunk seeking comfort. I tried to resist, kept telling her and myself it was wrong, but eventually I gave in and well here we are. Hopefully in about fifty years she will be the father of one or two of my daughters..."
Some decidedly indecent ideas about the couple's experiences in the refugee camp started racing through Liara's head and once she realized the glowing-orange cock disappearing under Ching Lan's mini-skirt was using the backdoor, all her focus was suddenly redirected as she felt the pressure in her lower abdomen build. Absentmindedly, her eyes went black and her mind reached out. She was so used to being with Shepard she no longer had consideration for whether or not to meld, she just did. Nothing felt more natural than to share her pleasure and joy with the woman she loved. The feeling was must have been mutual as she encountered no resistance initiating the joining.
As aroused as she was Shepard was still a ways off from release. Self-conscious embarrassment kept her from completely losing herself in the moment; constant reminders of her surroundings kept her from finding her own little, lust-fueled world. So when she felt the tendrils of Liara's mind tickling at the edges of her own she embraced them wholeheartedly. Immediately the heat in her body escalated and she gasped blissfully. She surrendered completely to the pleasure the maiden was giving her which actually was also being taken from her. The young asari could do anything she wanted as long as she sent the results her way. She knew she could not reach the summit in this situation, but still felt a need to.
For the first time since they met Liara felt like she was the one in charge and she reveled in it. She fucked the human as hard as her strength would allow, selfishly taking her pleasure. Her hips furiously slapped Shepard's ass as she dug her nails into the fleshy mounds. If she didn't leave a bruise somewhere she'd feel like a failure. For days or maybe minutes she pounded away like a virgin krogan until she threw back her head to loudly crow her victory. Ecstasy hit her all at once in a single flashflood, she had wanted the moment to last forever, thereby ensuring it would be over prematurely; also much like a virgin krogan. She collapsed forward onto the warmth of her lover, feeling like she had just conquered the great Commander.
It didn't last long as her afterglow was soon interrupted by laughing tremors and a snarky question, "Proud of yourself?"
"Huh?" Liara eloquently inquired.
"Two minutes," Shepard chuckled. "You had me right where you wanted me and you could only last two minutes."
The doctor bristled, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You know melding is a two way street." The woman finally dislodged her face from its hiding place to peek back over her shoulder. "I felt that little power trip. I mean, dominating me, even for a second, was such a gigantic victory that you immediately shot your load. I'm actually kind of flattered."
Her moment ruined the maiden started to back away, letting Shepard up, but then some wisdom drifted in, "You know you don't have to let her up. Just keep fucking her until you're satisfied and she's learned her lesson."
Liara glanced at the matron beside her who sent back a playful wink. Her eyes then dropped back down to the woman bent over in front of her. She reversed course and pinned the human against the rail. Shepard looked back over a shoulder and realized her ordeal was not over. Again the woman's face sought a hiding place, the other asari's having reminded her of her surroundings. A wide grin stretched the maiden's cheeks as her hips started moving again. She could practically feel the rumbling growl coming from her lover, which only made her smile bigger.
The young doctor then turned to her new friend, "Sorry about the interruption. I would love to hear more about how you and Ching Lan met."
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