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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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After the battle that resulted in one damaged tram and one flattened office Shepard didn't head immediately back to the cottage. The fight really didn't last long enough to take much out of her so she still had more than enough energy to make sure the now former Cerberus assassin was taken care of. For all she knew this Phantom was one of the victims snatched from Horizon, Grissom or any number of other colonies and never had a choice in the matter.
So Shepard spent half a day calling in some of the million debts she was owed getting the critically wounded woman off the station as soon as the doctors gave the okay. The first request went to the Alliance to secure a bed in one of the specialized, military hospitals back on Earth. Her second went to Thessia to get the asari frigate docked at the station to cut shore leave short and transport the Phantom; she threw in a couple extra days on her dime for the crew once they got back to The Azure Sky.
Once the former commander finished her business she decided to catch up a bit more with her old yeoman and spent the night having, what Kelly insisted on calling, a sleepover. They watched a bunch of crappy '70s vids, including the fourth remake of 'Total Recall'. In between, and at times during the movies they chatted about old times and new. At some point around midnight they even returned Shepard's hair to its natural color. The mission was over after all, plus a disturbing number of people now knew she was on the station anyway so the disguise seemed no longer necessary.
After a number of false starts and poor attempts, the young redhead turned the subject toward romance and once she started down that path she didn't give up until she had goaded Shepard out of everything short of the collar. Not that the former commander was ashamed of her unusual relationships; it was just a deeply private and personal matter as would be any other part of her sex life really.
By the time Shepard left the next morning dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, having slept in because the movie marathon end around 3am, Kelly had managed to not only find out about the after party at Hawke's place but had also gotten an invite to it. Though she doubted her former subordinate fully grasped what would be happening. In any case she chalked it up as a win and looked forward to seeing a whole new side of the younger woman.
Shepard's cab dropped her off on a landing pad in front of a nondescript door that she could tell led to her own little stretch of isolated beach only because of the big, red 'B-13' sign over it. Passing through the portal was like coming up for air after staying underwater for ten seconds too long. She went from a dull, empty corridor same as those she'd walked down on any number of starships; to a lush jungle warmed by a kind sun. A blissful smile widened her cheeks when she smelled the sea air. After a few steps she dropped the bag slung over her shoulder that contained her equipment and bent down to remove her shoes. Hard to believe it took her over thirty years, give or take a couple spent dead, to stick her toes in the sand.
Undoing her laces a thought suddenly struck Shepard: reward. She must have earned a reward for this mission; it had been so very long since the last one. Maybe even a bonus considering how well she did. Perhaps her owner would get Liara to help. As her mind drifted further and further her coordination degraded more and more, until she finally tripped herself when she tried to remove one of her shoes. By the time she wrestled off her footwear she had forgotten all about the bag she had been lugging. She left everything she had shed behind. For a moment she considered stripping off her clothes, but then again it was so much more fun when she started out dressed. On she went down the path to her little cottage in paradise, practically skipping the entire way.
There was no one outside so the woman quickly headed in and was almost immediately greeted with a warm, "Hello Shepard."
"Good morning, ma'am," she returned cheerily.
"Have a pleasant evening with Miss Chambers?" asked the matriarch behind the counter dressed in a loosely synched, white robe.
Shepard struggled to keep her eyes higher than the gap of smooth, blue skin between her owner's heavy breasts. "Very nice. In fact she's coming to Hawke's party."
"Quite the pleasant evening then, I see." The luckiest grape in the galaxy was then sucked between full, violet lips.
"Oh no, it was nothing like that. We just watched some vids."
From the door at the opposite end of the kitchen a damp Liara suddenly appeared, looking amazing in a dark, one-piece swimsuit. "Good morning Shepard."
"Morning," the woman replied with a nod.
In utter disappointment Shepard watched the maiden march along the far wall, not even a hint of intention to head her way. She was hoping for at least some acknowledgement she was back, sure it had only been a little over a day since they last saw her, but she had almost died like twice in that time. At least Liara should have been fretful enough to dote on her a bit instead of stopping to give Samara a casual kiss on the lips. Wait.
"I'm going to go get in the shower," the maiden mentioned to her elder.
"I will join you once I finish my grapes. Should be but a moment," Samara then ate another berry.
Letting her fingers linger on the matriarch's shoulder Liara added, "Don't keep me waiting too long."
Once the young doctor was gone a flabbergasted Shepard asked, "What was that?"
"We have been training most of the morning..."
"You kissed!" the human exclaimed before the matriarch could finish, hands flapping wildly. "You two kissed. You kissed Liara."
"Yes, well." Samara finished off her grapes. "Since she will be living with us I thought it best to get closer with her."
"She's moving in!?"
"Yes," the asari stated calmly.
For several minutes Shepard stood there dumbfounded; until her mind drifted to, "I could use a shower."
"You seem quite clean."
"Oh I'm not." The human hadn't quite lost all her brainpower to hormones, yet, so was able to feign, "I really want to wash the cab smell off."
"Fair enough. Remove your clothes."
No hesitation, just, "Yes, ma'am!"
With a practiced stoic expression Samara watched the sweats then underwear fall to the kitchen floor and once her pet stood at attention, completely bare, she ordered, "Come."
Shepard immediately jumped to follow her owner through the door, but didn't go as far as she would have expected. The matriarch was waiting just outside the kitchen next to a small, end table that she didn't even bother to glance at as the belt of Samara's robe had completely undone. The thin, white fabric had fallen away to reveal a glorious strip of blue. Including the inner halves of both bodacious boobs, nipples barely maintaining their holds on the hems; a perfectly sculpted tummy centered by a painfully cute, shallow bellybutton; and best of all a pair of azure lips that the human just wanted to fall to her knees and worship. The sight before the woman corrupted her thinking to the point she didn't consider how conveniently things seemed to be working out.
Reality snapped back to Shepard when she was presented with a familiar ring of leather and statement, "I have allowed you to gallivant about without this long enough."
"Yes, ma'am," she said enthusiastically as she put her collar back on; it felt so good.
Samara then ordered, "Turn around."
Without a second thought the pet human happily spun around, an emotion that only lasted until her arms were pulled behind her back, "Ma'am, what's going on?"
Slipping a cuff around the first wrist Samara answered, "I wish to keep you close. After my shower I will want to use you, but I am not sure I can trust you not to touch yourself while you wait."
"I can be trusted," the woman quickly defended as her hands were bound.
The matriarch stepped forward, sealing their bodies together and took a solid grip of her human's breast and throat before whispering, "Like I could trust you to pack my clothing."
"Well..." Shepard stammered.
"Or trust you not to watch pornography our first night here," Samara added with a mostly playful tone.
"Sorry, ma'am," shoulders slumping Shepard mumbled her defeat as a leash was attached to her collar.
A tug got the woman to turn around; she didn't get much of a view this time as her owner had already began to head toward the bathroom. There was a nice silhouette cut against the thin material of the robe though. Her dower mood was buoying as she realized she would soon be watching the two hottest, as for as she was concerned, asari in the galaxy share a shower. Then came the thought of being used afterward and an excited tingle began to grow in her nethers. Her brain was so overwhelmed by lust she didn't even consider that fact she was on a leash in front of Liara, who had yet to take off her swimsuit or turn on the water for some contrived reason.
"Sit," Samara suddenly ordered, pointing at the toilet.
Shepard obediently complied without fuss, until she noticed what her owner was fetching from the counter and started begging, "Oh no, please don't. I'll be good, I promise."
The pleas fell on deaf ears, but didn't stop until the last possible second before the black ball-gag was inserted into the human's mouth. From the corner of her eye Shepard could see a very amused Liara who upon seeing she was being watched started teasing by licking her lips while groping her chest and running her fingers along the lowest edge of her swimsuit. The teasing didn't last long, as soon she was blindfolded by a leather mask that matched the other items that bound her. Once the elder asari stepped away all she could do was sit and sulk with only a parting kiss on the forehead to console her. Before she completely collapsed into despair she heard the thump of a robe hitting the floor and her ears perked, wanting to capture any morsel of sound she could to at least paint a mental image for herself.
"Why are you still in your swimwear?" Samara asked rather blatantly as she headed toward the shower. "Do you require some assistance, dear?"
"If you don't mind," as if Liara needed help slipping the straps from her shoulders.
The matriarch stepped behind her junior and gave the bare part of the smooth, blue back she found a few lightly strokes before sliding her fingers underneath the strips of spandex. Her hands paused when the thumbs hook the thin bits of fabric so she could take a moment to squeeze the soft shoulders then peck the base of the maiden's neck. Not satisfied with the slight sigh she induced Samara bore her teeth and gently sunk them into the tender flesh, getting the surprised gasp she desired. The loving roughness didn't just get a wiggle out of the asari in her clutches, but one out of the human with a vivid imagination across the room as well.
Before Liara could voice any sort of opinion about the small bite a sudden jerk made her topless. Her one-piece bunched around her waist, skilled fingers flew up to grab her still jiggling chest. The ancient hands palmed her pillowy breasts, gently rubbing them without applying any real pressure. The feathery touch was just enough to excite and cause her dark nipples to start stiffening. She thought this was about teasing Shepard and she severely doubted the blindfolded woman could tell she was being groped.
"You have such beautiful breasts," Samara complimented loud enough to reach across the room. "So firm and responsive."
"Thank you," Liara mewled as the fingers tightened.
"The advantages of youth I suppose," the elder asari lamented as she massaged the lovely mounds filling her hands then reminded with a whisper, "This is not a solo performance, dear."
"The ones I feel pressed into my back are nothing to scoff at," Liara said quickly to outrun the building moan that soon escaped her lips.
"High praise indeed from the owner of these wonders," punctuated with a pair of parting pinches to stiffened nipples. "Need any further assistance with your suit or can I start the water?"
Once her breathing stabilized the maiden replied, "No, I should be fine."
It took a moment for a slightly wobbly Liara to recover her senses enough to hook the suit bunched around her waist with her thumbs. The thought to be anything but utilitarian didn't occur to the young doctor and she simply yanked the one-piece down to the linoleum in a single motion. Though the matriarch behind her did watch her tight tush as she bent over to retrieve the dark swimwear which she then tossed at Shepard. The wet spandex wrapped around the human's head causing both asari to chuckle.
Shepard grunted around her ball-gag to show her annoyance, but did not immediately try to dislodge the swimsuit, instead taking a few deep whiffs trying to find any trace of Liara's scent. Before it could be found she heard the shower start up and the one-piece became a hindrance to her hearing so had to go. The wet fabric slapping the floor was echoed by the slap of skin. By the sound of it and the little shriek that followed her guess was the maiden had just caught a palm to the rear. Never had she wished to be a bat until that moment; so maybe she could form an image of the two nude bodies solely from listening to the splashes of the water drops bouncing off them.
"Could you help me wash my back?" the human heard her owner ask.
Starting to get into the flow of things Liara playfully replied, "Only if I can help with the front too."
Damn it, it should have been her making that offer or accepting it or whatever, Shepard didn't care so long as she could be the one running her hands over those tiny scales. She bit into the ball jammed in her mouth as the jealousy swelled. From across the room just over the sound of beating water she could hear splashes and giggles; did Samara just giggle? How did Liara get her owner to giggle? They were so rare and precious. This was one of the reasons she hated being bound, gagged or in any way limited, she was missing stuff. Plus, avoiding capture was pounded into her during infiltrator training, to the point it had become near instinctual.
After a long, attention-grabbing groan Samara sighed, "You have such wonderfully soft hands."
"Perk of being a academic I suppose." Shepard could practically hear the maiden blushing.
Uncontrollable shivers shook the desperate human's body as she imaged the lovely, little maiden rubbing her soapy hands all over Samara's body. The lather of bubbles built up to tantalizingly obscure all the best parts of the matriarch's body. She could just picture Liara paying extended attention to the centuries older butt, going so far as to kneel down to kiss and lick the sublime cheeks. As Shepard's thoughts grew more lurid her legs spread as wide as possible and she tried to angle her hips to rub her excited sex against the horribly smooth toilet seat.
The woman's sexual haze was suddenly broken by a loud, "Shepard!"
Unable to say anything all the human could do was straighten up and turn her head.
"Come here, I have use for you" Samara ordered.
It wasn't half a second before the woman was on her feet, her first step though wasn't so rushed. Blind her only means of navigation was following the sound of the shower, which luckily had no lip or rim to trip over. After shuffling forward a few feet Samara sent out her junior to fetch the pet. Earlier in the day Liara had practically begged to lead Shepard around on a leash at least for a little while. So it was the maiden who snatched up the length of leather and pulled the bound human back with her.
Samara, standing directly in front of the showerhead, water beating off her back presented an expectant palm that was reluctantly filled by Liara handing over the leash. The giddy smile on the maiden's face was quite cute, as well as the exaggerated pout she gave when surrendering control of Shepard. With a tug in and a step out the matriarch pressed her body to the human, her lips hovering an inch from the left earlobe.
Before Shepard could fully succumb to the bliss of sealing her body against her wet, blue goddess she felt a pair of something soft press against her broad back. The maiden behind her teased by rubbing two hard nubs into her shoulder blades for several seconds before pushing her sizable mounds flush into her. It didn't take long for her to realize her bound hands were at a fortuitous height. Her fingers only had to brush along the inner thigh a couple times to entice the young azure into range. As Liara began grinding against her digits a new sound filled her ear. An inch from her lobe the two asari were kissing, loudly with plenty of tongue, making as many smacking and smooching noises as possible. She could also tell from the limps grazing her sides there was plenty of groping going on as well.
After several heavenly minutes Samara broke the kiss so she could ask the maiden, "Mind if I go first?"
"Just don't take too long." Liara then hissed into the human's ear, "Or tire her jaw out too much."
"Fair enough," the matriarch replied with a smirk as her fingers went to the base of her pet's skull to undo the ball-gag's clasp.
Expecting the blindfold to be removed as well Shepard didn't immediately fall to her knees, so her owner helped. Much to the dismay of Liara, who had been enjoying the way the soldier's fingers were teasing her azure, the woman was shoved down. Samara leaned back against the wall, allowing the water by to soak her pet. A grin crept across her lips when she noticed a pink tongue immediately dart out in search of something to pleasure. She didn't give in right away, lacing her digits in the wet mop of hair below to enforce the distance between them. That didn't stop the lithe muscle from waggling about.
After just enough time to start discouraging the obvious desperation Samara used her handle of human hair to guide the wanting mouth to her admittedly excited azure. She sighed heavily, eyes drifting close, when she felt the eager tongue run along her nether lips, but only once before it began lapping at her clitoris. Seemed Shepard wanted her face coated in asari cum as soon as possible. The matriarch didn't even consider dissuading her pet, it had been awhile since she'd received such attention, but she also wanted to make sure the water rushing down her body didn't cause any issues. Judging by the enthusiasm that was misplaced concern.
Absentmindedly wishing to give greater access one of the ancient alien's heels reflexively rose from the ground, but went no further as a moment of instability caused her to mind her balance. The always observant doctor noticed the waver though and reached down to grab Samara's knee. That got the matriarch's lids to slide back open. Offering no resistance she allowed Liara to lift her leg and support some of her weight. For a few seconds she simply observed the pretty, young maiden; droplets of water bounding from her face as an unsure little smile betrayed insecurity.
With the hand not tangled in hair Samara reached out to cradle the maiden's wet cheek. To her surprise, Liara affectionately pressed into her touch like a kitten. Perhaps there would be more to their relationship than sex and a shared adoration for Shepard. She pulled the younger asari in, first placing a loving kiss at the corner of the full, purple lips before centering her mouth and delving deeper. The heat of their embrace quickly boiled as their tongues dueled.
Even the highly disciplined Samara could only last so long under such an unrelenting, oral assault on two fronts. In minutes her hips were undulating, grinding her excited sex against the human's tongue. Her hand slid around to the back of the maiden's head, tightened her grip and increased the pressure sealing their lips. Out of nowhere the pleasure suddenly overwhelmed the matriarch; her whole body convulsed. She pulled harshly on Shepard's hair as she flooded her pet's mouth with her warm essence.
The kiss between the two asari ended, but Samara did not let go, keeping their mouths tightly held together. Liara had few options with her lips mashed against her elder's as they mumbled out a stream of incoherent gibberish. All she could manage was to flick her tongue out to give an occasional lick until the matriarch's orgasm subsided several bruising minutes later. The hand grasping her crest released and she pulled away gasping, letting go of the blue thigh she had been kind enough to hold.
"By the goddess," Samara hummed in the afterglow, both hands massaging her pet's scalp lovingly.
Liara turned off the shower as she joked, "That's usually my line."
"My apologies, dear," the elder chuckled and looked down to the woman still lapping away between her legs. "Why did you stop the water?"
"I rather take my turn in a more comfortable location."
"Fair enough."
Samara tugged on the leash; having completely lost herself in what she was doing it caught Shepard completely off guard. At first she resisted, not wanting to surrender her place between her goddess's thighs, but a slightly sharper second yank made her understand she had no choice. Once to her feet the drying system was summoned to knock away the droplets clinging to her skin, though it left her hair a bit moist.
With an ever widening smile Liara presented her palm to Samara who in turn filled it with the strip of leather attached to the woman's collar. Overjoyed she'd get to lead Shepard around again the maiden gave the leash a quick tug and heard the displeased whine that it caused. Seemed the human immediately knew the leash had switched hands and didn't like that fact too much. Anxious to have her fun the maiden swatted one of the soldier's firm cheeks and pulled a little harder to get things moving along. The matriarch fell in to bring up the rear, making sure her blinded pet didn't trip.
As the threesome made their way to the bedroom Samara tried to spark the relatively uncreative maiden's imagination, "So Liara, how do plan to punish this impotent girl?"
"Punish? Oh right," the realization stopped the maiden dead in her tracks, which caused Shepard to walk right into her, nearly knocking her over.
The bit of slapstick got a chuckle out of the matriarch, but she still managed to follow up, "It is quite alright if you just wish for her to service you."
Liara started to walk again, ignoring the giggles behind her. "That does seem like a waste now that you mention it."
"There must be something you like to do that she does not. Something you tried to do the couple times you had her tied up."
The maiden licked her lips as her memory was finally jogged. "Thanks for reminding me."
"You are welcome." Samara then ordered her pet with a slap on the ass, "Get on the bed."
Shepard hesitantly inched forward until her leg touched the edge of something soft. The caution must have been tiresome as a shove from behind sent her sprawling onto the mattress. She wasn't given a moment's peace as the pair of asari quickly descended upon. Her legs were forced to her chest so her bound wrists could be looped around and brought up over her head. The vulnerable position this put her ass into did not go by unnoticed and she caught a series of spanks before she was laid down flat on her back. It took some further jostling before she was put in the desired place, not that she was sure where that place was exactly. Though from the way the bed was sagging to her right she could guess where the aliens were.
Chewing her lower lip Liara slowly slid down the prone body until she was kneeling by the woman's tightly shut thighs, grazing her fingers along hardened muscles; Shepard remembered the torture she was able to inflict with her unrelenting mouth. To entice the legs open she dipped her head to place feathered kisses across the flat expanse of the pelvis and flicked her tongue along the crease of the hip as they tried to retreat into the mattress. However, there was nowhere to hide from her nuzzling nose and nibbling lips as they attempted to work their way to the guarded prize.
"Open up, Shepard," Liara sung. "I know you want to. I can smell it."
"Nope, you're wrong," the woman only half lied; she'd love to spread her legs but knew all too well the greedy maiden would not be satisfied until she was completely spent, exhausted and downright raw.
"Shepard," suddenly came the authoritarian voice of Samara. "Spread your legs and take your punishment."
"Yes, ma'am," she pitifully whined.
A particularly happy Liara shifted to between the parting legs and wasted no time settling on her stomach, making herself comfortable since she planned to be there awhile. As she pulled a thigh over her shoulder she ran a series of kisses in toward the core which she skipped over so to peck along the muscles to the other side of her head. With a pleased, little hum she then pressed her lips to her prisoner's sex to luxuriate in the silky folds for a few seconds before she even puckered. Just as her tongue took its first taste she felt something brush her lower spine.
Samara whispered into the back of the maiden's neck as her hand slipped down to grab some rump, "Any suggestions on what I should do while you have your fun?"
"I'm sure you can figure something out," Liara mumbled into Shepard's pussy, unwilling to sacrifice contact.
"Finger something, hmm?"
The matriarch began to kiss her way down the spine stretched out before her as she continued to rub the perky, young fanny. As she lavished the dimples just above Liara's butt with attention her fingers went in search of the maiden azure. The first caress got blue legs to spread a little further, making it easier to gather the moisture clinging to the excited folds and find the needed lubrication to delve into the tight heat. Not wanting to pass up this opportunity Samara let her mouth drift a bit lower so she could nip, bite and suck the soft cheeks.
Meanwhile, Shepard wasn't even getting to fully enjoy the initial stage of Liara's cunnilingus; before the doctor got greedy and the orgasms became forced. All she could think about was the fact she couldn't see what was happening at the other end of the bed she was in. The most gorgeous matriarch ever was fingering the cutest maiden ever and she couldn't even watch. Plus, it was starting to take effort to keep her hands over her head and resist the temptation to grab the crest bobbing between her legs. The hours were going to pass by slowly.

note: New story arch starting next chapter with them having fun on the station. I have 6 chapters planned, though can expand to more... Taking suggestions at http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/7415.html?thread=34952439#t34952439.
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