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Booty of the Blue Typhoon	By : ViridianLibrarian Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 9155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Hand me the rope, Ash.”
She tied Liara to the enormous wheel, arms and legs spread out almost like a knife thrower’s assistant at a carnival. Vega seemed quite reluctant to leave, and no surprise, but Ashley silenced his protests and got him into the elevator. Alone at last, the captain circled her captive, tracing her hands lightly across blue skin.
“This has been a mighty weird day,” she began, an idea forming in her head. “Methinks I should like t’ tell you about it...” Liara glared, but she also looked curious. Everything was out of her hands, now, with her plans failed, and for the first time since she sat all this in motion, she couldn’t know what happened next.
“It started up here,” said Shepard, nudging Liara’s nose. “Nothing special, really; just gettin’ out o’ the hammock and puttin’ on clothes...” She leaned forwards and kissed Liara, gently at first, but as she sensed the hunger with which her bondmate responded, she got harsher. Soon she was covering Liara’s mouth with her own, sucking at and gently biting her lips until they swelled, then thrusting her tongue all the way in and wrestling with Liara’s. The asari moaned, her head straining forwards to get as close to Shepard as possible. But the captain had sucked Liara’s tongue into her own mouth, and sensing her lust now, she pulled backwards, nibbling at her bondmates tongue as she withdrew. As they came apart Liara gave her a reproachful look, ruefully putting her tongue back inside her own mouth and pouting. Shepard grinned – if one kiss was enough to tease her captive, her revenge would be sweet indeed.
“From there,” she continued, tracing kisses down Liara’s neck between her words, working towards her right boob, “I went to rouse me crew. Y’see, I’d got this map pointing the way t’ the most delicious booty...” She slapped Liara’s right ass cheek as her mouth finally reached the right nipple, which stood out as sharp and hard as a sword’s tip. As her tongue flicked over it, she brought both her hands to Liara’s buttocks and started kneading. “However,” she kept flicking her tongue over the nipple between words as she kept talking, “we found ourselves in a storm, some mighty rough seas,” and she nipped the nipple with her teeth to emphasize just exactly how rough it had been, “an’ got too close to an island we oughta have avoided. Me ship got boarded by an ole mutinous friend, and I, mmh,” she started suckling at Liara’s breast, “almost,” her tongue ran around the nipple hungrily, “got shot.” And she bit down on the nipple, making her captive gasp and writhe in her bonds.
Grinning wickedly, Shepard released her hold on her bondmate’s butt and pulled away. “Acourse, as ye can see, I dinnae get shot. We captured Red-Handed Sam and gave her what she deserved... Oooh, I’d like t’ show ye that, too, do a little re-enactment... Well, maybe later. But we’d finally reached me treasure island, so I left me crew and went on alone, into th’ thick jungle.” She touched her tongue to Liara’s boob again, then twisted her head so she could lick a long line all the way down across that blue stomach to her hip. Liara tasted deliciously salt of sweat and longing and lust.
“I met an old witchdoctor who had a key I needed to get at th’ treasure. She was a mean ole hag, though, an’ had captured other treasure hunters who’d come her way. She challenged me to drink her health for the key...”
Shepard moved her head slowly towards Liara’s azure, looking up as she did so. Her bondmate must have realized what was coming next, for she’d closed her eyes, and her mouth hung half open, while her beautiful breasts moved at the rhythm of her already laboured breath. When Shepard’s tongue touched her pussy, she let out a long moan. It came as no surprise to the captain that her captive was already quite wet, but as she started licking up those scrumptious juices she was rewarded with more and more of them. “It was, mmmh, delicious,” she said, muffled into Liara’s pussy as she laboured to spill not a drop. Her tongue flicked over the bud of her clit, teasing, tickling, tasting, and snaked into the cunt that was slowly opening up for her. Liara was panting hard now, letting out a little whimper with each breath, and it was obvious she was going to cum at any moment. A little reluctantly, Shepard drew away.
“It was, ooh, sooo good...” She licked her lips, finding some stray drops of liquid there. Liara’s eyes followed her tongue, and she let out a pitiful mewl, which was almost enough to make Shepard drop the whole game. “But,” she said, her voice rough with wanting, and she shook her head as if too clear it. “But I... I had to go on. For the... th’ treasure. Oh, but that wicked ole hag, she cast a curse on me. Made it so I, uh...” She leaned closer to Liara, her mouth almost touching the opening to her ear, and she whispered, “I had to cum...”
The way Liara practically rubbed her head against Shepard’s gave the impression that she was very sympathetic to that situation. As the sentence was finished, she whimpered: “... But I couldn’t.”
Liara tensed at that, looking profoundly guilty. Then, slowly, she found the eyes of her love and locked their gazes. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, “dearest, I’m so sorry. Please...” Shepard’s eyes welled up with affection and she nodded, summoning up her biodic for the third time that day. “Well, I did manage eventually,” she replied, with a lopsided smile, and pushed inside her darling.
Their roles as pirate captain and Blue Typhoon melted away as they made love, and there was no doubt that this was lovemaking, sweeter, more intimate than fucking. A little awkward at first, with Liara still tied up, but then their lips met, Shepard’s hands went to the back of Liara’s ridge, her hands caressing the asari’s head tentacles, and they were moving in tandem. All sounds became muted, the world around them seemed to blur, and it was just them, sharing one breath, one movement, one feeling of perfect bliss that built up to one joined climax. There was no need for either of them to hold back; as Shepard’s cock shot its load into Liara the asari shuddered and contracted and one of them gasped, but neither one could tell which mouth it had come from, if it hadn’t been both.
“That,” muttered Liara when she’d regained her breath, “was amazing. But... unless you want to untie me and go to your cabin for a da capo... which I surely wouldn’t mind... I believe the captain was telling a story.”
“Heh. Really, Liara? You want to keep going?”
The asari smirked and straightened her back, looking far prouder than anyone tied up like she was should have any right to be.
“Liara? Who is Liara? I am the Blue Typhoon, and you can tell as many stories you want, you will never break me.”
Shepard’s face broke into a huge grin, she couldn’t help herself. Damn, but she loved this woman.
“Oooh, a challenge! I do love me a good challenge. P’rhaps yer right and it’ll take a bit more than words, but please, be a dear an’ indulge me anyway. Now, where were we? Oh yeah... crawling through the tight, tight tunnel linking the two sides of th’ treasure island together...” She leaned down and kissed Liara’s pussy again, tasting all the different fluids of their recent tryst, but she didn’t linger there, instead moving to behind the great wheel, regarding her captive through the openings between the spokes. Liara’s pert, blue ass fitted perfectly in just such an opening, to Shepard’s great delight, and she gave it a light slap.
“Emergin’ at th’ other side, I found meself havin’ disrupted a couple o’ natives, who looked none too pleased about me intrusion. An’ one of ‘em, obviously a great warrior, pointed his sword at me.”
Shepard still had her biodic up, and now she took hold of the Blue Typhoon’s ass, one cheek in each hand, and pushed them aside, laying bare her puckered little bumhole. Her captive tensed.
“Don’t you dare,” she started, as Shepard lined up her glowing pseudo-dick and started pushing gently. “No?” asked the captain, pausing. “You givin’ up, then?”
There was a momentary silent consideration. Then: “Never!” Shepard smirked; she’d thought as much.
“Well,” she went on, “accourse I had t’ be careful, him with a blade an’ me with none.” As she spoke she used her own spittle and the juices that kept oozing out of Liara to lubricate them both properly, massaging the area around the blue butthole to soften it up as much as possible. While this was definitely going to be best for her, she still wanted it to be good for her partner too, naturally. “And it was a struggle,” she started pushing inside, a little at a time, making Liara groan, “a battle,” but inch by inch, “of wits and will and pure – oh, pure skill,” she was watching her biodic disappear, “but I wouldn’t,” and already the sensations she were receiving through it were exquisite, “couldn’t give up...”
She had to stop talking, the pressure around her cock was killing her. It was so tight, she doubted she could get any deeper, but it hardly mattered, she was going to cum at any moment anyway, and fucking goddess, it was going to be explosive. She started rocking her hips, thrusting into her bondmate’s ass, and Liara was unable to hold back a cry that was certainly not entirely of pain. The sound restored Shepard’s voice, and she managed a few more words between her thrusts: “Y’see – darlin’ – I never – ever – lose – a fight!”
She gave one last thrust, harder, deeper, and as expected her cum shot out of her so violently it encompassed all her mind, and she barely even knew if she was still standing upright. But she must be, ‘cos she could feel Liara shuddering in a sympathetic climax, albeit smaller than her own, and hell if she didn’t come off that, too, and she could swear there were fireworks going off before her eyes, and the world was made of sex and colours. When she finally came back to earth, slowly withdrawing her dick (which still felt like it was throbbing, though it might be phantom sensations by now), she was panting as though she’d run a marathon.
She had to get rid of the biodic before she could even contemplate moving back around the wheel to face the Blue Typhoon, which gave the both of them some time to regain their breath. All the same, Shepard took small steps when she did move; her legs still felt like they were made of jelly. And Liara was in no better shape, her head hanging forwards as she focused on breathing. But to her credit, she looked up as soon as the captain stepped into view.
“Give up yet?”
“In yer dreams, bitch.”
“Oh no. Me dreams be more interestin’ than that...! I be hopin’ t’ share as many as possible of ‘em with ya. But first I better finish this story, dontcha think? Not that there’s much left. After besting th’ featherhead,” she slapped the asari’s aching ass lightly, then traced her fingers up her side and squeezed her left boob, “I fin’ly got to the cave of me query, an’ you know all about that. I’ll admit, you were a worthy opponent. Better ‘an the warrior, actually. But, of course – I never, ever lose a fight. Don’t beat yerself up about it.”
The Blue Typhoon harrumphed. “So, storytime’s over. What now?”
Shepard stretched and let out a long yawn. “Well, as ye can figure, ‘s been a long day. I’m gonna get some shut-eye. You’re gonna acquaint yerself with th’ brig. But tomorrow, oh...” She stepped closer to Liara and leaned her head forwards till her breath tickled the asari’s ear, and ran her hands down along her body till they rested on her ass, giving each cheek a squeeze.
“Tomorrow I will have my booty.”
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