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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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The knot in Liara's chest was suffocating. She could not believe the reality of her situation. Force fields pressed on her from all sides, holding her helplessly aloft. The energy penetrated the thin material of her jumpsuit causing every inch of her skin to tingle; a far better sensation than the uncomfortable heat of the original prothean security device. Also far better was her anticipation, predicated on excitement rather than dread. Back on Therum all those years ago the only options seemed to be a quick death at the end of a geth rifle or slow death by dehydration. She had no idea she would be saved by a dashing marine from the Systems Alliance who would change her life forever. This time however, she knew her hero was coming.
In a moment of inebriated weakness a couple days after the big party the young archeologist had been tricked into divulging her fantasy of how she wished her rescue on Therum had gone. That led to a postponement of their departure as they realized what a waste it would have been to leave the Azure Sky without visiting one of the fantasy fulfillment agencies. Especially when they had someone as well connected as Hawke to help set them up. That was what led Liara to being suspended by a mass effect field in a subterranean area of one of the Strip Arenas. It wasn't uncommon for sections of the large playgrounds to be redressed and rented out. In this case a stretch of tunnel was turned into a close enough approximation of a prothean dig site.
In her excitement Liara threw her outfit on in a hurry, a flawless reproduction of what she was wearing that day, and rushed out to take her spot. Her haste had the unpleasant side effect of making her have to wait for her companion, as Shepard required a bit more effort to get into costume. It had been awhile since the former marine had worn one of the outdated, pre-Reaper War hardsuits so needed a few extra minutes to remember some of the finer points, like how the snaps on the shoulders worked. Plus, there was an extra pack full of non-standard equipment to put on. So the young maiden was left, quite literally, hanging for a little over twenty minutes. At least she thought to use the restroom beforehand.
Just as the suspended asari began to get antsy she heard the echo of footfalls behind her. She was facing the wrong way. How could she have made such a mistake? Hopefully she wouldn't get mocked. The force field holding her prevented her neck from swiveling enough to see whose boots were making the noise, not that she needed to. There was only one person who could possibly be approaching, but the tiny bit of mystery caused by having her view limited added an odd exhilaration. Though, that exhilaration was slowly turning into frustration as she could tell her rescuer had adopted a deliberately lazy stroll.
After a nearly annoying amount of time the footsteps grew close enough for her to recite, "Hello? Could someone help me? Please? Can you hear me? I am trapped and need help!"
"Dr Liara T'Soni, I presume?" the unseen woman replied.
"Yes, that's me. Are you here to rescue me?"
"I could be. I'm Commander Shepard with the Systems Alliance and I require your expertise on a critical matter," not quite what she said the first time, but she thought it best to avoid bringing up Liara's dead mother.
"Yes, I will assist however I can, just please help me out of here."
"Any suggestions on how I could do that?"
"There should be a control panel around the corner."
Shepard glanced to the side, "Alright, hopefully I don't hit the wrong button and vaporize you."
"Yes, please don't," Liara said worriedly.
The day's savior chuckled at the apparent sincerity as she strolled over to the small adjacent room she'd been directed to. For a second she considered faking a malfunction and leaving the maiden hanging for a bit, but she quickly decided against it. This was Liara's fantasy after all and it had become abundantly clear that being teased was not the young alien's idea of fun. So in this scenario she would stick to the persona of the gallant hero, Commander Shepard. Without delay she pressed the only button on the control panel. Being on the other side of a wall she didn't see the result of her action, but she heard it. A shriek followed by a thump got her to hurry back to a sight she'd never have expected.
Down on all fours was the recovering asari, naked as the day she was born. Her bare, blue bum pointed right at Shepard, who was struggling not to burst out laughing. The human knew for a fact that Liara had designed every aspect of this scenario, so knew for a fact it was her desire for the security device to shred her clothes when the force field came down. What she hadn't counted on was that such a short fall could result in any type of injury, but it did. She landed on her foot wrong and twisted her ankle. Though not severe, it still hurt.
A concerned Commander approached the downed maiden, "Oh my, are you alright Doctor T'Soni?"
"Yes, I'm..." it was at that moment Liara noticed her state of undress and yelped.
The relatively young alien flipped over to put her butt on the metal floor with her legs held tightly together and saddled to the side. She clutched an arm over her bosom ostensibly to regain some modesty, but it was also more than a little obvious she was using a firm, lifting hold to better accentuate her bust. Though, this was Liara; not exactly what one would call a femme-fatale. Even with that little bit of seduction there was still an honestly embarrassed, purple blush to her cheeks. A lot of the shy, little archeologist of old was showing through.
"It's alright, no need to be embarrassed," the human soldier beamed chivalry as she offered a helping hand.
Before the kindness could be accepted the ground shook, walls quaked and ceiling slightly buckled. Shepard hadn't been briefed about this part of the program and initially reacted as if there were a real threat. She swiftly dropped to a knee to put a protective arm around Liara, scanning the area for danger. After a second her instincts faded and she remembered where she was, though it didn't significantly alter her thought process. Either way they had to get out of there; if the situation were life threatening she'd have slung the maiden across her shoulders like a firefighter. Then she considered throwing the alien over one, but that probably wouldn't be the most romantic way to go about it.
Heroically, Shepard hooked her arms under blue knees and around slender shoulders. Limbs reflexively lassoed her neck as she easily lifted the light alien. When her legs straightened she readjusted her hold by giving Liara a slight toss, getting a giggle out of the maiden. She turned to head back the way she came, but that direction had already been cut off by a pile of fake stone and soil. Apparently they were supposed to go the other way. So she started to run down the only path left to her as the cavern around them crumbled; the ceiling conveniently waiting for them to reach a safe distance before completely collapsing. It wasn't the toughest haul she'd ever made, but it was the most effort she'd ever put into foreplay.
After a two hundred yard dash through a snaking tunnel the human soldier saw daylight and heard a rainstorm, so picked up the pace. The rumbling of the cave-in was beginning to give her a headache. Adding to the annoyance was the fact her armor was preventing her from getting in any 'accidental' gropes of the delectable package in her arms. It may take awhile for her to remedy that problem however as she had been asked to act noble and heroic, like the romanticized Commander Shepard portrayed in the vids that had just begun to come out. The maiden had even gone so far as to give her a movie called "At the End of the Galaxy" as a reference. Though, Liara had been too embarrassed to actually watch the melodramatic, asari-produced epic with her.
Like any film produced on Thessia that had no intention of appealing to a broader, galactic audience the vid was extremely long, clocking in at six and a half hours. Shepard managed to get through the entire thing though, mainly because of a common asari trope; everyone of every race is attracted to them. Of course that turned out to be true in her case, but the filmmakers didn't know that. Either way, she hadn't been exposed to the cliché enough to be tired of it, especially since in this case it equated to watching an actress made up to look exactly like her romancing nearly every blue alien she ran into.
It began with Sha'ira showing her the pleasures of melding as a way to thank her for helping with a couple matters. Shepard couldn't help but wonder if that could have been an option if she hadn't simply accepted that weird trinket without question. Surprisingly, considering who gave her the film to watch, Liara was not the one to benefit from the Consort opening her up to the joys of joining. Few really knew of the maiden's contributions to the war effort, so the Dr T'Soni in the movie was little more than a damsel in distress with a raging crush on the Great Commander, which was actually fairly accurate. On the other hand, it should have been expected as asari usually favor the older characters when it came to love interests. It was impossible to get to the top of Thessian cinema without at least six centuries in the rearview mirror.
The romantic subplot, the only part of the movie Shepard found entertaining, revolved around a love triangle between her, Tevos and Aria. The vid was well done and all, but it was hard for fantasy to live up to reality. There were a few exceptions however. The seductive banter between the asari Councilor and the first human Spectre was far more interesting than the terse conversations that actually happened. The scene where the matron learned of Shepard's death was particularly moving as the actress did a superb job conveying heartbreak through a stoic mask. Then during the second act, after her resurrection a flirtatious Aria took advantage when the Commander's former lover reacted poorly to her coming back from the dead and all but rejected her. This new affair with the Queen of Omega was far more heated and torrid. In the final act it came to a head with the two asari leaders actively competing for her affections.
The lurid fantasies the movie had sent racing through her mind would have to wait, Shepard had far more important things to concentrate on; such as her footing. As soon as she left the shelter of the tunnel a deluge struck her face. Liara preferred her without the helmet. That turned out to be a bad choice as the droplets from the sky partially blinded her. With her sight impaired by water and limited by the alien in her arms she failed to notice it was seven steps to the edge of the cliff overlooking a large pond. So her attempt at an eighth did not go well.
The sole of the soldier's boot found only air, causing Shepard to tumble forward. As she fell she saw the pool below and gave Liara a heave to launch the maiden a safe distance away. The heavier, fully-equipped human displaced a large amount of water, sending a mighty splash skyward. While her partner slipped below the surface with a far smaller plunk. The depth wasn't over her head, which was good since she was too weighed down to actually swim. She popped back up with a harsh inhale then looked to where she had just dumped the young asari.
As Liara struggled to get her head above water she questioned the weather setting she had chosen, or at least the intensity level. The rain would still most likely pay off, but pushing it up to near maximum definitely presented issues she should have foreseen. She really should have listened to the tech guy. She just thought it would take more than a drizzle to affect the hardened marine and ended up going overboard. After breaking the surface she only had enough time to gulp a single breath before her hero returned to her side to once again save the day. She was quickly slung across broad shoulders as if she was a wounded soldier and much to her surprise not so much as an attempt was made to cop a feel.
Shepard probably wouldn't have been so noble if she was having an easier time escaping the murky pool. The slope was gradual, but with nearly two hundred pounds of maiden and equipment weighing her down any gradient would have been a challenge. If not for Liara's nudity and scaled skin's lack of absorbency she may not have made it out at all. Even as it was, it seemed an inhuman feat. Her job only growing marginally easier once she reached the shore as the water that was trapped in the gaps between her armor plating poured out. Though, none of it had touched her body; so unlike the asari she carried she remained completely dry from the neck down.
With vision hindered by the swirling torrent Shepard scanned for a dry place to hunker down while she waded through knee deep water. Not terribly far away was a fair sized alcove protected by a rocky overhang that looked perfectly suited to her needs; much of the floor was even carpeted by a layer of soft, green moss. Once out of the rain she gently placed her rescued damsel on the cushioned stone then shed the rest of her excess weight by shrugging the bulky pack from her back. Kneeling by the maiden, she was finally able to take a moment to catch her breath.
Once that moment ended a meek voice said, "Sorry."
"No need to apologize, Dr T'Soni. None of this is your fault."
"It is. I chose the settings..."
"...of the prothean security device? How could you possibly have done that?" Shepard didn't let Liara out of character.
"Oh no, I mean..." A wink from the human helped her back into the game, "I meant my transponder. I turned it off so no one would disturb me. It must have been difficult to find me."
"Don't worry about it. Everything turned out alright." She was about to give a scolding for doing something so dangerous when she noticed the maiden finch in pain, "Are you okay?"
"It's just a twisted ankle. I landed awkwardly when the force field was turned off," Liara mentioned while lightly rubbing her injury.
"Here, let me see."
Concerned, Shepard slid over to kneel by the huddled doctor's feet so she could gently pick up the wounded one. Carefully cradling the appendage she examined the extent of the damage and found signs of some slight swelling; a little medi-gel was all it needed. With her worry gone her libido surged, sending her eyes up the blue calf, but she caught herself before her gaze strayed into the tantalizing sliver of space separating Liara's legs. She had to stay in character, she chide herself. So to reduce the temptation, as well as fetch the first aid kit, she shed her gloves and turned to her pack.
The knapsack that came with Shepard's costume was better suited for a camping trip than military operation. Nothing in it would have been helpful in combat; there were no spare thermal clips, grenades nor weapon mods to be found. There were rations and survival tools, but none of them were the efficient, low-weight models used by soldiers. Also, strapped to the bottom was a vacuum sealed pouch that contained a suspiciously large sleeping bag that was far too luxurious to be brought into a warzone. At least there were a couple medi-gel packs buried down deep; underneath a tin that happened to contain Liara's favorite desert, Thessian ice-mint flan.
Healing gel in hand the day's hero returned to sit cross-legged by her lovely charge's feet. As she guided the injured body part to her lap she noticed the maiden had stiffened and more tightly curled, to the point it took some effort to get Liara to give up the offending leg. Assuming the tension came from embarrassment, either real or pretend, Shepard went about applying the medication, but it quickly became obvious something else was amiss. The minor sprain had to be dealt with so she continued lightly massaging the ankle as she pondered. Just as she was about to ask a visible shiver shook the huddled, blue form and she kicked herself for not figuring it out sooner. To be fair, her armor did an excellent job of isolating her from the elements.
"Oh god, you must be freezing!" Shepard exclaimed as her concern shifted.
The wet maiden, fighting to keep her body from shaking underplayed, "I'm alright. Cold doesn't bother asari too much."
"Then why are you shivering?" the skeptical soldier asked as she removed the now healthy ankle from her lap.
"I'm just nervous," Liara continued failing to convince. "I've never been in such a state of undress in front of someone before."
Digging through her pack Shepard mentioned, "Never been to a gym?"
"Actually, I have not," a hint of unwarranted embarrassment in her voice. "I have never had much time for anything outside my studies."
"What about friends?" the human marine asked, still mostly focused on searching through the unfamiliar items in her knapsack.
"I have..." Liara's words were temporarily halted by a full body convulsion.
Before the maiden could restart Shepard offered her a hand towel, "Sorry I don't have anything bigger. Do your best getting dry while I find a way to get you warmed up."
"Thank you."
As much as Shepard wished she could watch the lovely asari dab every inch of blue skin with the soft piece of terrycloth, she sadly had more important things to do. She started by pulling out a squat, silver cylinder with a concave lid and found a flat area within range of Liara. Once set in place she pressed a button to fill the bowl on top with a greenish liquid then used her omni-tool to shoot off a small spark that lit the device. Campfire taken care of she returned yet again to her backpack to fetch the sleeping bag. Odd how she didn't have any spare clothes or blankets and the towel she did have wasn't large enough to wrap around someone. She wondered if things were turning out better or worse than Liara had planned.
Shepard detached the pouch strapped to the bottom of her pack before releasing the environmental seal. Inside rather than the puffy, soft bedroll she was expecting she found a hard, grey tube that did not look terribly comfortable. She actually didn't have much experience with such things. On infiltration missions she would always just sleep in her armor; hardening her suit so she couldn't move and letting her body relax, usually while sitting up. It took some training to get used to, but once she did she could hunker down for a night almost anywhere. Even in the crawlspaces of a ship. So she wasn't sure if there was anything wrong with the stiff slab she had just unfurled.
For a second the former marine considered asking Liara, maybe the maiden used them on archeological digs. Before she got a word out she noticed a small button near the opening and gave it a press. The odds of a self-destruct sequence were fairly low. The sleeping bag sprung to life, tripling in size and turned into something Shepard actually wanted to crawl into. Too bad she couldn't, yet. She wasn't entirely sure what the plan was or even if there was one anymore, but assumed she would eventually get in it. Hopefully after Liara warmed it up a bit. That would come later either way, for now she had to take care of the freezing maiden.
Shepard returned to the slightly less damp asari with the open sleeping bag, "Here, get in."
"Thank you," Liara accepted with a slight dip of the head.
Keeping the undersized towel clutched to her chest the young doctor scooted over into the open bedroll. While the piece of terrycloth was easily large enough to keep her front sufficiently covered, it still left more than enough exposed to give Shepard an accidental show. The only type of seduction Liara was capable of was of the accidental variety. Trying to be as demure as possible she kept her thighs tightly shut and tilted to the side as she shifted, giving a flawless view of her entire right side. The pronounced curve of her bare hip was particularly alluring. It was a pity it only last the few seconds it took the maiden to get in. Before she could zip up though, a calloused hand intercepted her own on the way to the slider.
The reality of the situation slipped away from Liara as the armored human reached across her to grasp the zipper's tab. Fantasy took over her emotions and she began to react nervously to the close proximity of the woman, avoiding eye contact while hugging her legs and shifting her weight from one cheek to the other then back. Luckily for her the task wasn't drawn out and quickly the slider was pulled all the way to the top. Though Shepard couldn't go without a little teasing and playfully flipped the built-in hood over her head, completely covering her crest to toe. An act not entirely thought out, because it prevented the maiden from clearly hearing the question that followed.
Lifting the fabric from her head Liara asked, "What was that?"
"I was just wondering if you still need the towel." Shepard ruffled her hair, sending out a spray of droplets. "I'm really wet."
The double entendre went right over the maiden's head, but even if she did know the reference she probably wouldn't have noticed it as a sudden surge of embarrassment had her completely distracted. At that moment the requested towel was firmly wedged between her legs, tucked right up against her azure, which weren't moist solely because of the rainwater. Her worry had to be unwarranted though; there was no way Shepard would notice anything. Everything was wet and the scent had to be faint. Not that she could check without being completely obvious. So with some trepidation she handed over the piece of fabric.
"Thanks," Shepard accepted the item with a slight bow then vigorously began to rub her head.
"You're welcome," the maiden replied politely.
Once her hair was dry enough the soldier gave her face a good scrubbing then commented, "I like your perfume."
"Perfume? I'm not wearing any perfume," Liara took the bait.
"Then..." Shepard gave the towel an exaggerated sniff before continuing, "What is this lovely scent?"
"Oh! That's just... um... must be soap," the asari flustered.
"I see," the human knew she couldn't get away with any further teasing and so moved on; she hadn't really smelled anything in the first place, just noticed the towel's placement as it disappeared into the sleeping bag. "This storm looks pretty bad. Not sure we should go out in it, especially with you like that."
"Can you call your ship? Get them to send a shuttle?"
"No can do. I came here in a shuttle by myself. Plan is to rendezvous with a cruiser doing a surveying mission in the Athens system which will then take us back to the Citadel."
"Where is your shuttle?"
"About a kilometer away, in that direction," Shepard arbitrarily pointed north. "I'll get it and bring it back, but rather not do it in this weather. How long do storms usually last here?"
"Not too long." Liara unnecessarily added, "Should be clear by the morning."
Shepard noticed the sky had significantly darkened in the past half hour, seemed the sun had been turned off. "Alright, we'll hunker down here for the night then I'll head out in the morning. Hopefully the rain will have stopped."
"Sounds good," it was nearly impossible to argue with any strategy the galactic hero came up with.
"We should get comfortable then. Are you hungry?"
"I'm fine," the butterflies in Liara's stomach would make it difficult to eat anyway. "Just a bit tired."
Shepard resisted making a lurid proposal and stuck to her role, "Okay, get some sleep. I'll stand watch."
Worry flashed across the maiden's face, "No! I mean, that isn't necessary. There's nothing dangerous out there for you to watch for."
"Oh? If that's the case then I guess I'll turn in too. I would like to get an early start tomorrow."
"What should we..." the shy doctor trailed off, unsure how to complete her question.
Shepard still got the gist though, "I can just sleep in my suit. I do it on missions all the time."
It was hard to tell if the human was teasing or staying in character, but Liara assumed the best and observed, "That can't be very comfortable."
"I'm used to it."
"You brought this sleeping bag though. You must have been planning on using it."
"Yeah, wasn't sure how long it would take to find you; would have been a nice luxury."
"Well." Liara tried to be as subtle as possible, "There is quite a bit of extra room in here."
Shepard desperately wanted to poke fun at how transparent the young alien was being, but managed to bite her tongue, "I wouldn't want to make things uncomfortable for you, considering your current state of undress."
"It's not like you'll be able to see anything and I trust you to keep your hands to yourself," she lied.
"Of course," another lie. "If you're sure?"
"I am."
"Thanks," Shepard said with a nod and a smile.
Having no desire to delay, the human immediately went to work shedding her armor; much to the delight of the on looking maiden. Normally her boots would have been the first things to go, but the hardsuit she had on was unlike what she was used to, being more segmented than standard issue and she got distracted. So instead she began by releasing the clasps beneath her pauldron, which disconnected the entire sleeve when undone. Her muscular arms bare she moved on to the seams running up her sides and a second later tossed her cuirass aside. While Shepard became increasingly exposed Liara did her best to do the opposite.
The maiden, slightly embarrassed by her voyeurism, sunk deeper into the folds of her sleeping bag until only the reflection of her eyes was visible. However she may have felt there was no way she was going to look away; especially not with Shepard's lean midriff and black, sports bra coming into view; hardened nipples clearly visible through the fabric. By the goddess, did she adore the human's powerful physique and she was given plenty of time to admire it as a sudden hitch waylaid any further stripping. She was even given a chance to see rippling back muscles as the half naked woman turned around.
Shepard wasn't trying to be sexy or do a striptease. At this point all she wanted was to jump in the sack with a nice, warm Liara and out of the freezing cold with nothing on but her underwear. However, the latch on her pants wasn't cooperating, delaying her sleeping bag ingress. The only reason she turned away was to prevent the maiden from noticing her struggles. After wrestling with it for almost a minute she gave up on playing nice and applied some good old fashion brute force, breaking a piece off in the process. Apparently this hardsuit wasn't exactly combat ready. She wasn't completely out of the woods though as the lower half of her armor didn't immediately fall. She still had some work to do, work that inadvertently gave the one behind her quite a show.
Swaying her hips back and forth Shepard managed to slowly push the lower half of her armor down past the swell of her toned ass. It was then that she looked down to see she still had her boots on. With a grumble she bent at the waist, unwilling to sacrifice the progress she had already made. At least Liara got a great view out of her continued frustration. Her smaller than military-issue, grey panties hugged all the maiden's favorite contours and left little to the imagination, especially since they were really ridding up on her.
The impromptu performance lasted far longer than Shepard would have liked. It only took her a couple minutes, but that was more than enough time spent with her ass hanging out in the freezing cold mist created by the pounding rain. At some point Liara would pay for choosing these awful weather settings. Once all the latches and releases had been undone there was a brief fury of motion as she tore the rest of the hardsuit off as quickly as possible. She then took a moment to regain her composure before turning to her bundled-up, blue beauty. Though, she wasn't entirely nonchalant as she scurried toward the pocket of warmth.
On her way over she noticed the maiden readying to extend the obvious courtesy of opening the sleeping bag, but that wouldn't be necessary. The freezing human wasn't going to wait the extra few seconds it would take Liara to figure out how to undo the zipper while keeping the more interesting of her blue bits covered. Besides that, Shepard had a much better idea on how to get in. She interrupted the fiddling alien by flipping up the hood and stretching the entrance as wide as possible. Deep shadows and low light prevented her from getting a good look at what was inside. Not that it mattered much as the next thing she did was high-step over the rim, taking special care not to immediately find solid footing.
The toes dragging down Liara's side sent a tingle up her spine and left her momentarily immobilized as she faced the other way. The paralysis only lasted until something grazed the back of her crest, daring her to turn around. When she did she was rewarded with a sight that sent her right back into a stupor. Mere inches away grey cotton barely contained taut flesh, the freezing temperature forcing the pronounced muscles beneath to harden and flex. The fabric had also absorbed just enough moisture from the air to facilitate luridly conforming to the cleft it was supposed to be concealing. She was so enraptured with the sight that she didn't notice she was being allowed it longer than was truly necessary.
Shepard preened until she could stand the cold no longer and had to sit down, which put her eye to eye with the still swooning maiden, "Ready to get some sleep?"
"Huh?" the archeologist articulated.
It was difficult to resist pecking the dark-blue lips that were so tantalizingly close, but the former commander somehow remained strong enough to instead say, "I don't know much about asari, but us humans usually lay down to sleep."
"Oh right, of course!" Liara exclaimed, as if some grand revelation had been made. "I mean, yes asari lay down to sleep as well."
After a second of inaction Shepard tilted her head and suggested, "Shall we."
With a tiny nod the maiden followed the human's lead and leaned back. It was once they lay flat, the downy material of the sleeping bag spilling onto their throats and the built in pillows beneath their heads, that they noticed there wasn't as much space as first appeared. They were pressed uncomfortably close, their shoulders unable to spread out naturally along the ground. Some shuffling ensued as both attempted to gain a position they could live with, but it quickly became apparent being side-by-side as they were would not work. Shepard was the first to try remedying the situation by rolling onto her side; initially facing away from Liara. An obvious bluff, but still somewhat needed for the theater of it all. After a brief stop she flipped around and there met the gaze of the younger of her lovers, whose only movement so far was a turn of the neck. Eyes locked she placed her head on a curled arm. As cliché as it was, for several long moments they enjoyed simply sharing adoring looks.
It was the maiden then that broke the pleasant silence, "I want to thank you for saving me."
"You already did."
"But, I have yet to truly show you my appreciation," to make her intent as blatantly obvious as possible Liara tentatively reached out with a pair of fingers.
With lightly scaled knuckles tickling the front of her lower hip Shepard raised up on an elbow and drop some of the noble act, "Show me, huh? What did you have in mind?"
Before the damsel could answer a strong hand slipped onto her belly. "I must admit, I don't have a lot to offer at the moment."
"Oh, I think you have plenty to offer," the human retorted as she slid her hand up to take a healthy hold of the far blue boob.
The pretext was crumbling, "You can have whatever you like."
Shepard shifted her grip from the bountiful breast down to cup the maiden's sex, "Can I have this?"
Liara wasn't given a chance to answer; her lips were claimed during her next breath. In the same motion the strong body beside her closed the minute space between them and a leg entangled with her own. Her thighs spread naturally to better accommodate the hand gently squeezing her core, but the focus remained at the other end with their mouths as they settled into their kiss. An arm snaked its way under her shoulders, further tightening their embrace. She was unable to do much reciprocating with half her limbs firmly pinned; though she still made an attempt.
When Shepard felt fingertips lightly trace up her bicep she gave two of her own a slight curl. Nails suddenly bit her arm as the body in her clutches quiver and all she did was graze the maiden's labia. It seemed their little game had laid much of the groundwork for her as there was already plenty of moisture to gather. Still, she planned to take it nice and slow. Her digits remained shallow, but active, methodically exploring already excited folds. All the while, maintaining the lazy wrestling match playing out between their tongues.
With each minute that passed the more relaxed Liara became until the grip she had on the human's arm finally relented and her hand fell away. Limply she just laid there basking in Shepard's wonderful ministrations. Since this was supposed to be her fantasy a little selfishness seemed alright. So she felt no guilt over doing nothing to repay the favor, or at least not repay it at that very moment. It didn't remain a conscious choice for long however; as soon as her entrance was fully breached her brain turned to mush. The pair of fingers had immediately found her most sensitive spot, causing her toes to fist.
Shepard was fast becoming an expert at playing Liara like a lute. She knew just where to press to make her pretty, little maiden gasp. It was a good thing they weren't melding yet because she wasn't allowed to put any of those three words in so much as the same sentence. She couldn't help but smile as the kiss abruptly ended; the asari's lungs were suddenly desperate for air. However, that didn't mean she was ready for her mouth to be idle, so she settled for delicately nibbling on the plump lower lip of her lover. Though, even that didn't last long once she began to step up the stimulation.
Keeping her fingers deeply buried Shepard let her thumb wander higher. Effortlessly she coaxed the tiny, purple nub from its hood and a rod shot up Liara's spine, putting the maiden's lips out of comfortable reach. The stretched-out, blue throat in front of her gave her an idea though. She had wondered for awhile whether it was possible to give an asari a hickey. The tiny scales texturing the alien race's skin made her doubt the possibility, but now she could know for sure. To give her more time to test she slowed her manual manipulations a tad before latching on like a lamprey. Unable to help herself, she purposely chose a spot that would be difficult to cover.
If Liara had more of her faculties intact she definitely would have protested; as hypocritical as that may be, considering the one she gave Shepard not so long ago. It would have been difficult to complain to the woman doing such wonderful things to her azure anyway. Each manipulation of her clitoris was practically perfect, the human's thumb utterly confident in all its movements. The fingers thrusting in and out of her channel were no less sure in what they were doing. The only way it could have been better was if they were melding, but it was too soon for that. She wanted to continue as they were a little while longer.
Shepard's task turned out to be more difficult than she would have expected. Asari skin was quite resilient in general, but this one in particular was inadvertently frustrating her efforts by not holding still. The more excited the maiden became the more she wiggled around, a normally welcome sight, which made it difficult to keep her lips locked on the same spot for long. After a minute of struggles she decided to take more drastic measures by shifting her arm to firmly secure Liara's head. Then she did her best impression of a vampire; nipping and sucking away.
Just as Shepard felt she was making some headway the grip on her fingers tightened and the luscious, blue body in her arms seized up. Her priority immediately shifted to maximizing the maiden's pleasure. She furiously rubbed Liara's clitoris with her thumb as the digits inside focused on the sweet spot she'd discovered a couple weeks back. It wasn't long before a spittle flinging groan erupted from deep within the asari's chest and a splash coated the human's palm. Rather than mark the end of her ministrations, the release only encouraged her to redouble her efforts in order to stretch her lover's peak into a plateau.
When the moans began to ratchet down to mewls and the quakes turned to aftershocks Shepard slowed her hand until she was doing little more than cupping Liara's heated core. The human was then able to resume her quest to mark the maiden. She located the bit of skin just below the jaw line that she had already discolored and reengaged her lips. Subtly didn't seem necessary at the moment so she applied all the suction she could manage on the prone throat, going so far as to hollow out her cheeks. There was no way this alien would be wearing anything low-cut for at least a week.
Liara was entirely blissed out, happily luxuriating in her lover's embrace. Completely unaware of said woman's nefarious intent. The hand that had been covering her sated azure slowly slid up her body, leaving a slick trail on its way to her heaving breast. The attention paid to her stiff nipple further delayed her reaction to the suckling of her neck. When she did get around to noticing she misinterpreted what Shepard desired as being a kiss and tilted her head down. The offer was immediately taken and her mouth was captured, leading to a lengthy lip lock.
Several sloppy minutes later they came up for air and a breathless Liara gushed, "That was wonderful."
Shepard glanced at the bruise on the maiden's neck before replying, "Yes it was."
Somehow the young doctor managed to keep enough of her faculties to stay somewhat in character as she commented, "Though, after that I feel even more in your debt."
"Oh, do you now?" the human asked with a widening grin and tightening grip.
Liara showed her lack of improvisational skills by answering simply, "I do."
"And I bet you would do anything to repay that debt."
"I would," the asari was beginning to get a bit giggly, knowing what came next.
"Then, how about you slip further into this sleeping bag and show me what you can do with that pretty, little mouth of yours?"
Liara's eyes instantly narrowed upon hearing two-thirds of the banded phrase, "With my what?"
"Oh, uh?" Shepard quickly tried to disarm her lover with a thorough kiss.
However, as soon as their lips parted the still annoyed doctor huffed, "I'm not that easy to distract. Now what did..."
The human tried a different tact, "Shut up and eat me pussy."
In spite of her strong upbringing a flash of heat burned the maiden's cheeks and loins as she meekly acquiesced, "Alright."
Shepard was in near shock as she watched the maiden's head disappear into the sleeping bag. She thought there was an outside chance of her degrading order actually working and was planning on a cheeky follow-up to close the deal. Though, considering how Liara acted at the party, and come to think a number of times before, maybe it wasn't such a surprise. This would require further investigation, later. At that moment she had much more important things to focus on, like accommodating the naked alien sliding down her body.
After some minor jostling with the asari trying to get between her legs, Shepard situated herself in the center of the bedroll, knees raised high and wide. Before she fully relaxed a thought struck and she took a second to quickly shed her sports bra in order to maximize her comfort. Given Liara's preferences she was going to be there awhile. She had prepared for the impending marathon cunnilingus the best she could, not that she was entirely sure how to go about that. After some consideration she decided to exercise in excess and abstain from anything sexual for several days. The later being a huge sacrifice for the woman. Hopefully, her self-inflicted chastity would help her endure.
Once Shepard had settled in she noticed a surprising lack of contact and opened the sleeping bag to ask, "You alright down there?"
"Fine," came a disembodied replied; darkness completely concealed the asari. "I'm just trying to find a comfortable position."
"Hurry uhhhh..." a blue nose in her crotch quickly turned the former commander's smartass remark into an extended moan.
Liara had found her comfortable position. It was impossible to stretch out even a little bit, so she had to remain huddled up with her legs tucked under her. Even then it was a tight fit with her rear rubbing against the bottom of the bag, a sensation she actually quite enjoyed. It added to the feeling of her being enveloped and surrounded, that nothing existed beside her and her lover. Only a joining could bring her closer to Shepard, but that type of connection was so pure and romantic. This, especially with her sight taken from her, was so much dirtier and more primal; it almost felt taboo. It was rather easy for an asari to keep intimacy completely sterile.
Instead of jumping right in, Liara wanted to take a minute enjoying her prize while it was still wrapped in cotton. She sluggishly ran the tip of her nose up along the labia and beyond; it was difficult to tell exactly where she was in the dark. In fact she got so far off track that she made it all the way to bare skin before noticing and had to reverse course, this time leading with her lips. She peppered the panty covered mound with butterfly kisses on her way back down to Shepard's divine cleft. Once there she could hold back no longer and practically buried herself in the human pussy, rubbing her face against the cloth as if it were her towel after a long shower. She just wanted to absorb every scent and texture she could.
For Shepard the sensation was weird but nice, but mostly weird. She really had no room to judge though; she would probably give Samara similar treatment if she were ever allowed such liberties. It was just such an odd situation. She was about to get all but orally assaulted, yet her pleasure didn't matter. She was just the meal and no one cares how the taco feels when it's getting eaten. Such a bad joke, she chided herself. Plus, she knew she was going to have to last awhile, so had to put her mind elsewhere. If only she knew more about baseball, or was it England. Which one were women supposed to think of? The answer would have to wait a moment as she suddenly felt a tug on her underwear. She lifted her hips and her panties were awkwardly wrestled off her legs. Helping wasn't really allowed; before their game began Liara had requested to be 'left alone' during this part. Could the maiden really be considered alone though? Another question worth pondering to help distract her from the tongue that just started lapping at her folds.
It took only a few quick licks and a couple minor adjustments for Liara to feel completely comfortable and ready to guide the former marine's sublime thighs onto her round shoulders. She loved the extra intimacy of being physically surrounded with her lover's legs, feeling the weight on her back. Having her periphery denied and vision limited was usually part of the allure, but the utter darkness was already performing that task. It wasn't quite the same thing, maybe not quite as good since it seemed a little less personal being unable to see the object of her desires, but she did like how her other senses were heightened, giving her a slightly new experience.
The expansive fabric cliff created by Shepard's highly held knees turned into a shallow mountain after she lowered her legs. Her interest was with the smaller bump just in front of the one created by her body. For some reason she found the way it bobbed and nodded extremely cute. To make the little movements easier to see she smoothed out any nearby instances of puffiness. She then leaned back, hands crossed behind her head and enjoyed the performance; both above and below the covers. She knew she had some time before Liara tired of foreplay and got serious. There were hours yet to go.
At first, the maiden was maddeningly content snuggling her nethers without a whisper of desire to do anything more. Shepard remembered being told by a certain young doctor that the century mark for an asari was the equivalent of around twenty years for a human, but she strongly doubted it. There was no way someone just out of their teens could possess the attention span necessary to give lip so slowly for so long. Let alone such control over their hormones. If things were reversed, she would be desperately trying to get some satisfaction for herself, even if it meant humping someone's leg. Something she knew for a fact Liara was not doing, the sick deviant.
Even with the asari's lack of intensity Shepard was still getting plenty hot and bothered. Each delicate ministration of her loins nudged her temperature closer to completely overheating. Sweat beaded along the creases of her body. Suddenly the freezing weather didn't seem so bad; in fact it was becoming a relief. She pushed the heavy material of the sleeping bag down a couple inches, but after a few minutes that wasn't enough to comfortably cool her so she slid it a bit further. It didn't take long before she got the fabric below her breasts, giving her a shock when the chilled air bit into her exposed nipples. She resisted the urge to tease the sensitive nubs however; added stimulus was the last thing her endurance needed.
So began Liara's special brand of torture. The young asari methodically explored every facet of the human sex with tongue and lip for a seemingly endless number of languished minutes. Her excitement grew at a far more gradual rate than her partner and it was in that gap that frustration festered. Though eventually the maiden did build momentum toward giving Shepard a long due release. Spurn by the quivers and quakes of the flesh surrounding her, she put more emphasis on pleasing her lover's aching clitoris. Once she put full effort behind inducing an orgasm the woman she was giving it to, did not last long. A well-timed bit of suction and her face was drenched. Rather than mark the end, it was only the start of the first cycle.
Little in the way of a reprieve was extended to Shepard, Liara didn't even break contact. The human's inner thigh and vulva continued to be nuzzled as she came down from her bliss. She really wished she could have lasted longer; it always went downhill after the first climax. Perhaps abstinence was not the way to go. Not that being on the receiving end of cunnilingus was ever truly a bad thing, but everything had its limit. And each subsequent orgasm pushed her further over it. Her increasingly sensitive folds could take only so much attention and her body contained only so much cum.
After a couple hours and thrice as many orgasms Shepard was entirely spent, nearing exhaustion. Though it was difficult to tell one climax from the next, everything was just a hazy buzz that her brain was in no condition to analyze. Mercifully, after the sixth release was little more than a trickle Liara ratcheted the oral assault back to mild lapping then light kissing before finally breaking away; though not far. The maiden moved up to rest her head on the sweaty abs of the limp body she had just so thoroughly ravished. She could have laid there forever, enjoying the way her love's moisture and scent clung to every inch of her skin. She had never felt so physically consumed by another and with one small act she could push that feeling beyond just the physical realm. Her eyes turned black and her soul reached out to the defenseless woman, whose guard was so low the maiden was able to connect to all but one corner of the human's mind. In those newly discovered depths is where she encountered it.
Liara's head popped out of the sleeping bag in search of eye contact and an answer, "Do you really?

With their minds melded clarification was unnecessary, so with a lazy grin Shepard replied, "Cheater."
"It's not cheating, it's just what we asari do." The maiden slowly crawled up her human lover's body. "Say it."
First the woman had to confess, "I'm sorry for being so selfish, that you aren't the only one."
"It's alright. I know how you feel. We occupy different, but equal places in your heart. And if anybody deserved to be selfish." Then after a short pause Liara demanded, "Now say it."
"I have no better friend. Can't say I've ever considered Samara a friend really. I've always looked up to her too much for that."
If not for the meld the maiden wouldn't have recognized a stall tactic was being employed in order to tease her. "Just..."
"I love you, Liara T'Soni."
With a sweet sigh Liara collapsed, worming her arms into a tight hug and burying her face in the human's shoulder. "I love you too."
Shepard returned the embrace, but couldn't keep it for long as she soon felt the body on top of her shiver, "You cold?"
A vocal answer was unneeded; their sensations were shared. Without their heated exchange their bodies began to cool, expedited by the sheen of sweat coating them. The reason Shepard had yet to be directly affected was the warm asari on top of her. Liara meanwhile was subject to the direct impact of the freezing air and mist. The woman on the bottom reached for the sleeping bag covers to pull over them both without the need to move, but the maiden had other ideas. Minds entwined she was able to brace for the sting of the sticky, blue flesh being pealed from her skin like an old bandage; the tearing sound barely audible over the driving rain and crackling fire. A deeply apologetic feeling then washed over her.
As Liara tucked in under her arm and she tucked them both in under the covers Shepard broke the mood, "Holy crap, we're going to have to buy this sleeping bag. There is no way anyone is getting that smell out."
"I like it though. It's our scent."
As they cuddled close, readying to enjoy a quiet, relaxing and wholly romantic joining the former marine made one last comment, "Pervert."
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