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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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It would be difficult to find a more cliché fantasy than the one Liara chose to live out. The dashing hero saving the damsel in distress with sexy results was such an old trope. At least it was fun one. The maiden just wasn't the creative type. Shepard on the other hand was dripping with ideas that ended with her sweaty, happy and sated; the real challenge was picking just one to try. It had to be elaborate and infeasible to pull off anywhere other than on the Azure Sky. Plus, there should be something novel about it and involve submitting to Samara since it had been so long since she had done so. After a little too much consideration she narrowed it down to two options, but since Liara wouldn't wear the puppy costume she was left with just one; which was how she ended up in a darkened room cuffed, collared, and leashed wearing Alliance fatigues.
Samara hardly turned her neck to ask, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, ma'am," the human could barely contain her giddiness.
"Remember, if you're uncomfortable say teddy or if you wish to completely stop say teddy bear. This is your fantasy. There is no need to do anything you do not wish to."
"I know, ma'am."
"Good," then as the matriarch took a step she casually mentioned, "Oh, before I forget. There were some issues with the audience's VI, but don't worry, Liara volunteered to control the audience manually."
"Liara!?" Shepard exclaimed before hushing her words to repeat, "Liara is out there!? She's going to be watching?"
Samara paused at the curtain to inquire, "Is that a problem?"
"No, I guess not."
After some of the experiences back on Illium and there on the Azure Sky, Shepard wanted to try a little exhibitionism; a rather common kink to explore on the station. For those who wish to experiment in the safest way possible a holographic audience could be provided. Samara however had doubts on whether that would be good enough for her pet and looked to push the woman a bit outside her comfort zone. Believing the gaze of a living person would add the right amount of realism to the scenario the wise, old alien enlisted her junior to help out. Liara's presence would be embarrassing, but not humiliating.
There wasn't a lot of time for Shepard to dwell on the revelation that the younger asari would be looking on from the virtual crowd. Within seconds the curtain was drawn back. The hushed murmur of the waiting audience washed over the bound human as the bright glare of spotlights stung her eyes. Her immediate reaction was to scream 'teddy bear', but she reminded herself that the seated mass of shadows wasn't real, just a bunch of VIs; plus one maiden who had to have been wearing the biggest shit-eating grin. Heart pounding as if she were stepping off a kodiak into a warzone instead of onto a stage, she steeled her resolve and took the plunge.
"Your attention please," the matriarch dressed in a conservative gown that still managed to hug her curves quite well, requested in an artificially amplified voice. "We are about to begin. To assure everyone is in the right place; I am Professor Samara of the Armali Institute of Xenologic Studies and today I will be giving a lecture on the recently discovered sapient species known as humanity with a focus on the female of the species. The Turian Hierarchy was gracious enough to provide a specimen in the form of a prisoner captured during the Relay 314 Incident."
A tug on the bound woman's leash forced her to center stage. Hushed, excited whispers raced through the audience as they got their first good look at the odd alien with the fuzzy head. Shepard gave all the virtual, plus two real, eyes a great view of her crown of strange strains as she could not get her own gaze to rise higher than a spot of grime a yard in front of her. She wished she could dive behind the cabinet to her right or at least put her arms in front of her body, even though she was still fully clothed. As was the case whenever she was with Samara, her defenses were completely down and she was far more emotionally vulnerable; yet in a way far more relaxed and at ease as well.
"I am sure most of you are here to learn how we, as a society and as individuals, can best exploit this new species once their war with the turians has settled down. The Council has already dispatched diplomats to help bring about a peaceful resolution; hopefully expediently because this is an extraordinary species, well suited to our needs." As her introduction ended the Professor began a measured stroll toward her subject. "As you can see, the female of the species is quite similar to us physically. The obvious advantage of this is that they will by extension have an innate knowledge of our bodies even before any training has taken place. However, many males of the species will not have this knowledge. So it may be best to choose a female; ideally one that is homosexual, meaning attracted to one's own gender, also known as a lesbian. If they are heterosexual, attracted to males, it can be more of a challenge, but as we all know, none can truly resist an asari's charm. That knowledge is not the only thing humans have to offer, so let me move on to describing some of the more interesting parts of their anatomy. Beginning with the hair; the mess of fibers growing from the top of the head.
"It is soft to the touch and can be quite soothing to stroke," to illustrate Samara gently petted Shepard tresses a few times before snapping her fingers into an iron grasp to force better posture on the woman as well as demonstrate her next point, "But is also quite sturdy and can be used to take physical control of a human if needed. It is as if they evolved to be subservient. The color, texture, shape and length can all be easily altered to suit your personal preferences. Changes are not permanent however; hair continually grows so given enough time it will always return to its natural state. The top of the head is not the only place hair grows. On females it can sprout up anywhere on the body, mostly concentrated on the legs, under the arms and in the groin region. Though, do to the norms of several human cultures it is not uncommon for a female to remove all her body hair, sometimes leaving a patch or strip of it just above the vagina. It too can be colored and shaped to suit your preferences.
Samara then released her harsh grasp and returned to a tender touch as her fingers found her next talking point. "Moving along to the next feature, the ear. While they may look drastically different for the hair, they can serve similar functions. They're amusing to play with and when stimulated correctly can illicit some interesting reactions. They also can be decorated through use of piercings and jewelry. In addition, like the hair, a strong grip and a twist will allow you to take physical control."
Again there was a demonstration of power as the matriarch forced the bound woman to take a few steps forward through use of a tight hold on the lobe that didn't last long as she quickly moved on to her next point, "Partially because of how their ears protrude human hearing is more sensitive than ours. Most of their other senses are on par with ours, with one key exception and I believe that exception is a big part of what makes humans so well suited to our needs."
For a moment Samara stepped out of Shepard's periphery, leaving her pet with only the click of her heels as a means to track her position. She sauntered behind her subject; hand high enough to keep the leash from snagging. There wasn't a pause in her gate though it did slow for the couple steps it took for her to press against the back of her kinky lover. With the added lift from her shoes she was able to easily reach the protruding ear she had just finished talking about. She gave a belated demonstration by sucking the vulnerable lobe between her lips and giving it a little nibble. Her earlier as well as next points were proven as a visible shiver ran down the human's spine. Despite several desires to continue the embrace, she had a lecture to give and soon released the odd appendage with an unintentional pop.
The little bit of attention seemed to exacerbate the tension gripping the woman's body, so as Samara continued her speech she lightly stroked Shepard's cheek with the backs of her fingers, "You see, their skin, while derided by many for its frailty, has a level of sensitivity unmatched by any other sapient species. Their fingers can detect ridges nanometers in height and are able to distinguish temperature changes of less than a degree. The lack of a leathery hide, natural plating or even scales like ours gives them an extraordinary connection to the world around them.
"But I am sure some are wondering why any of that should matter to you." A pair of the matriarch's fingers drifted from soft cheek to moist lips, tracing around them once before disappearing between; immediately a delightful suction was applied. "Humans are extremely responsive and easily manipulated through touch. This one is already in heat and all it took was a few gentle strokes."
The comment was a splash of cold water on Shepard. Her eyes went wide as she realized how she was acting, in front of a crowd no less. She stopped suckling on the pair of familiar fingers in her mouth which encouraged them to leave, though if she knew where the digits would head next she may have reacted differently. The wet nails trailed down her throat, catching briefly on her collar before finding their way to her breast. Meanwhile the hand in possession of the leash had appeared on her stomach, rubbing in gentle circles; she thought to help sooth her. The real intention became apparent quickly when a tug un-tucked her t-shirt. Several more followed and soon she felt an unfettered palm grazing across her abs.
"They are so wonderfully soft and smooth. You would need to delve between the legs of some species to find anything comparable." Another thought was poised to leave Samara tongue, but something she encountered in her pet's shirt required a digression, "I should mention the more promiscuous females tend to wear skimpy attire, called lingerie, beneath their clothing."
To show what she was referring to the good Professor yanked up the front of the woman's shirt, revealing lacy, black demi-cups. If Shepard had thought ahead a bit better she wouldn't have chosen something so risqué. It didn't make a whole lot of sense for a soldier to be wearing a bra more concerned with cleavage than support. Not that she ever wore a bra into combat, she stuck to compression shirts. She just got too caught up with thoughts of being touched by her owner and prioritized properly displaying her body over role-playing. Letting her libido take over had once again put her in an embarrassing situation, which would only get worst once her pants dropped.
"I guess I will take this opportunity to discuss the human breast." The hand holding the leash kept the bottom hem of Shepard's shirt high as the unburdened one popped each boob from its cup confines and as she began to grope Samara explained, "The only real anatomically differences are conferred by their skin. Namely, they are softer and more sensitive. The main thing to consider then is more about social dynamics. The breast does not hold the same significance to them as it does to us. Any out there who have a particular fancy for suckling or playing with breasts in general need not worry about it being seen as a sign of submission. Do with their bust what you will. So, if you truly wish to show a human who is dominant your focus should lie elsewhere."
The matriarch toyed with an exposed nipple a bit more before tearing away from the strong back to stroll toward the nearby counter, pulling her pet along closely. She came to a stop beside the demonstration table, but guided Shepard around to stand in front of it. There was a flash of fear and adorable brightening of cheeks when she gave a tug on the leash to force the human's hips flush against the edge, another yank to bend them. So there would be no attempted escapes Samara attached the leather cord to an anchored ring at the center of the surface. She then retook her position directly behind the woman for her final preparations; making sure there was a sufficient distance between army boots and undoing the fatigues fly. She didn't immediately pull the pants down however, instead stepping to the side while resting her fingertips atop an upturned cheek.
"This is a position humans should often find themselves in as not only do they consider it a show of submission, but it also will give you full access to three key body parts." Samara then tugged her pet's pants down to mid-thigh and upon seeing sheer, black panties that left little to the imagination casually comment, "Oh my, the Goddess has blessed us with an outstanding specimen here. Rarely will seducing a female human present a challenge, but this one appears to be an especially promiscuous one. Only a complete harlot would display themselves so indecently. In fact, she is most likely overjoyed to be able to show her frilly, little underwear to such a large audience. Well, there is one way to know for certain how aroused she is."
The way was obvious and made the hair on Shepard's neck stand on end. She kept her body still, though she couldn't completely stop her bound hands from fiddling behind her back. For a brief second she considered using the safe word. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder in search of a reassuring look from her owner, but the matriarch was too busy slipping on a pair of latex gloves to notice. An act that made her feel even more like an object, as if being talked about like she wasn't even there wasn't bad enough. It was only going to get worst once Samara's assumptions were confirmed. Her head sunk, her cheek pressed against cold, unyielding metal as she prepared herself for the next embarrassment.
"Appears I was correct," Samara proclaimed once the panties joined the trouser at mid-thigh. "You can tell she is aroused as her vaginal lips have become swollen and moist. Not too dissimilar from us, though I doubt any self-respecting asari would ever get so wet so quickly..."
To give the audience a better view the matriarch used both hands to spread the human's sex as wide as possible and after that the words faded into the background. Shepard was already struggling to listen to anything being said; what with her skyrocketing heart rate pounding in her ears and embarrassment clouding her mind. It was growing harder and harder to remember only loved ones could see her bent over and fully exposed. So when her owner finally touched her all hope of having a clear thought vanished. At least she now had a pleasant distraction, which would have been tainted if she was paying attention to the anatomy lesson she was being used as a teaching aid for.
Shepard was able to at last drift off to her little, lust-fueled world as her sex was poked and prodded. Each individual lip was given time in the spotlight; singled out to be lavishly stroked and massaged. Then she was spread wide open by a pair of elegant fingers so a third could freely explore her channel, easily locating her most sensitive spots. She was played like a harp, the asari expertly knowing how she would react to every ministration and manipulation. She was brought to a controlled climax, no fireworks but somewhat satisfying, without her clitoris being so much as brushed. As she was coming down it got a little attention as its function was explained, but was left largely untouched. That would be saved for later, when Samara was ready to demonstrate the proper way to reward a human for good behavior.
With Shepard completely spaced out after her orgasm she hardly noticed the lecture topic shift to a different body part. Even a cuticle dragging around her rim wasn't enough to get a stir. She had done such a good job of lubricating all the asari's digits that it took two knuckles before she reacted, the natural one being to clench. Even squeezing with all her might couldn't entirely stop the slick transgressor. Rather than force the issue, she was placated by a soothing hush and calming rub on the back. It worked better than it should have and the woman released her grip which allowed for a second finger to be added. Their slow, methodic pumping adding a surprising amount of comfort, but then again any touch from her owner put her at ease. Well, almost any touch.
The basic overview of the human's holes was wrapping up, leaving Samara with just one more body part to discuss, which required a practical application demonstration. "I will return to the anus in a moment, but first I would like to point out something about the buttocks. Not to continue to harp on the point, but they too are more sensitive than ours. Like ours they are also one of the more robust parts of the body, allowing for it to absorb greater punishment with less worry of injury. So, spanking is far more effective on them not only because it hurts more, but it also has the stigma of being a punishment used on children, adding a demeaning element. It is an excellent way to correct bad behavior and remind them of their place."
Part way through her speech Samara had shed her soiled gloves, tossing them into a nearby trash can. She didn't require the protection nor did she want the mess that the wet latex would enviably make. Also it meant she'd be able to feel the muscular rump unencumbered. Partially just for her own enjoyment, she began by giving one of the meaty cheeks a hardy squeeze and light shake. Once she had her fill of groping she proceeded with the demonstration and gave the mound a solid smack. Given who she was dealing with, the matriarch felt little need to hold back or even ease the woman into anything. Her second blow sent a resounding crack through the lecture hall and left a fleeting handprint on the firm flesh. Then the spanking really started.
Shepard was soon squirming as the hits rained down on her splayed ass. Masochism had never been one of her kinks, so enduring a long series of slaps to the rear was not her idea of fun. The pain was manageable; she had definitely suffered worse. Plus it wasn't like it was much of a surprise. The scenario practically demanded a spanking to occur at some point. No, her real problem with the situation was with what wasn't happening. Things like being petted or fingered or fucked. Her desire was so great that she had forgotten all about the crowd watching her and being embarrassed because of it. After her first climax, underwhelming as it may have been, her libido had kicked into full gear drowning out any other unnecessary thoughts.
It was obvious to Samara where her pet's mind was. Shepard was an easy read for her at this point in their relationship and knew the woman couldn't have been too enthralled with the spanking. But it was important to go through both peaks and valleys. There was more to the erotic than just achieving the high of an orgasm; more to sex than pounding away until someone cums. Better to use experience and skill to draw out the joy rather than hope to happen upon it with enough enthusiasm and endurance. After all, she wasn't Liara.
The asari lecturer peppered the posterior with a wide range of different types of slaps, smacks and spanks, explaining each one as she went. There wasn't a lot to actually say about the differences between a centered shot and glancing blows or the merits of altering cheeks versus focusing on one. She could come up with a few points, but mostly she just bullshitted. What was more important was keeping Shepard off guard and engaged. She avoided settling into any kind of pattern, mixing up tempo and breaks as well as the amount of time she spent demonstrating each technique. Though, she did make sure to spread the punishment out evenly to get the entire rump to glow a healthy red without a single ugly bruise.
After one last slap Samara surveyed her handiwork for a moment before turning to the crowd, "This is how the buttocks of a misbehaving human should look. However, since this one has been so obedient today I am going to apply some medicinal gel to relieve the pain and swelling."
That wasn't altogether true for a couple reasons. Firstly, the tube Samara plucked from a nearby drawer contained oil rather than gel. She poured a line of the translucent liquid straight across the peaks of the human's buttocks, letting it slowly run down the reddened mounds until it was dripping from the pronounced curve. Then with her bare hand she began to spread an even sheen over the tender flesh. Though, she probably should have used a glove for role-playing reasons, but that would have taken away from the tactile pleasure and she deserved to have some fun too. The lack of latex was especially out of character considering her true intent and the second part of her little, white lie. With her subject completely blissed-out from the fond attention, which was extra nice after the spanking, the matriarch could prepare Shepard's puckered hole without notice. Her fingertips would occasionally slip between the prone cheeks to push dollops of lubrication through the threshold.
Once the entire rump was shining Samara wiped her hands off with the woman's shirt and commented, "That is a lovely sight is it not? You can enjoy it for a minute as the gel does its work."
Immediately the red began to fade, but that wasn't the Professor's real concern. Letting the skin heal was more about giving her enough time to prepare for the next phase unnoticed. The surprise factor was important. Samara touched a button on the wrist of her sleeve to cause the front of her skirt to separate from the waist and split down the middle. Her entire toned, blue legs were left bare and her gown transformed into a leotard with half a skirt attached. Every inch of fabric was the same maroon; the only variances in color lay with a few accessories, including the lavender codpiece nestled between her thighs. She then pressed a switch on the base and a six inch phallus sprung up. The size precisely calculated to stretch Shepard without causing any undo pain.
Samara kept her shoulders squared to the audience so her subject couldn't see what she was doing. Not that the bound woman was paying attention to much of anything at the moment. Still, the matriarch stayed vigilant and kept an eye over her shoulder while her fingers wrapped around her toy. She began to spread the lubrication oozing from the tip along the smooth shaft jetting out from between her firm thighs with long, lazy strokes. As she prepared her toy she stole glances of Shepard's magnificently displayed ass, all oiled up it was a sight to behold, to check on how the healing process was going. Within a couple minutes the redness faded completely and her teaching aid was ready for the next lesson.
Things were looking up for Shepard; she was able to block out the fact she was in front of a crowd, it seemed they had gotten the butt stuff out of the way and whatever it was that was spread across her ass was causing a pleasant tingling sensation. So she was quite content as she waited for whatever came next. Though, she wasn't allowed to remain that way for long. In a flurry of actions that began with her hips being roughly grabbed she was almost violently spun around the corner of the table on her belly exposing her side rather than rear to the audience. During the sudden transition her pants and panties slipped from mid-thigh, the former making it all the way down to her ankles while the latter caught at her knees. Her shapely left leg was on perfect display. There wasn't so much as a moment given to adjust or understand what was going on before her ass was speared by something long and slick that was completed hilted with the first thrust.
The yelp that shot out of Shepard's mouth, as well as the subsequent slap of asari hips against human buttocks could be heard across the room. Though, no one was far enough away to confirm the maximum audible distance. The only flesh and blood person in the crowd of virtual asari was sitting right up front, like she had done in every class she had ever been in. In the second row sat Liara, taking notes because that was how big of a nerd she truly was. In fact, she was so wrapped up in treating the fantasy like an actual lecture that she had failed to make so much as a peep, which meant that all the VI synced up to her reactions were mute as well. She was going to be a bit crestfallen when Samara explained how much of the 'lesson' was bullshit.
Samara kept her pet's hips pinned to the edge of the table, hands gripping forearms as she explained, "In case there is any uncertainty the entire length my little, plastic friend is currently buried in this woman's rectal cavity. Humans are an inherently primitive race and therefore require primitive demonstrations of dominance. One of the best is anal penetration, especially if it is done with a prosthetic phallus such as the one I am using now. This should be done regularly if not daily to give a constant reminder of who is in charge. Remember though, this is not a punishment this is demonstration of dominance. Whether they enjoy it or not does not matter."
When the asari in control felt the wiggling under her cease she began to slowly drag her cock out of the human's ass, garnering a moan which got her to comment, "Seems this is one who quite enjoys it."
Chuckles rippled through the audience and reminded Shepard she was being watched. With burning cheeks she turned her face away from the crowd, trying to hide it under her shoulder to muffle the groan dislodged by the shaft being pushed back into her rectum. Only the one would be allowed to be muted for once the dick was completely inside her a tight fist was made at the back of her head. The strong hand embedded in her hair twisted her neck back toward the crowd. Her anguished expression elicited a hushed gasp that quickly became giggles when the thrusts resumed and her grimace morphed into a lip chewing grin.
Maintaining her tight grip on her handful of hair Samara kept her human's head high and point toward the audience. There would be no more hiding or rest. She knew Shepard's limits well, so had no reservations in immediately inflicted a punishing pace. She pounded the prostrate posterior like the beachhead before an invasion. Though, in this instance the invasion had already been completed. Her hips struck the muscular rear with such force that the lecture hall was soon filled with rapid-fire claps not too dissimilar from the ones made by her hand striking the very same mounds of flesh minutes before. Two key differences however, were their steady, though furious tempo and the wet, barely audible squishes that punctuated each smack.
Samara derived a certain guilty pleasure from watching the ripples course through Shepard's firm flesh after each impact. The woman's t-shirt stayed high and out of the way of her view of the fierce waves raging over the pair of splayed cheeks, breaking against the taught muscles of the woman's lower back. Her hand slid down to one of the besieged hips to better assure she remained perfectly lined up. Though, with the edge of the table biting into the fronts of the human's thighs there was little room to wiggle. The shift in grips did make her control over the sodomized soldier's body absolute.
There was barely a thought going through Shepard's brain as her butt was reamed. The novelty of embarrassment had worn off and her libido had finally fully taken over. In her world of lust any stimulation from her owner was good stimulation, which definitely included getting her ass fucked. Over multiple sessions she had come to enjoy the feeling of such penetration, so long as what went in wasn't too big and properly lubricated. So there was no lack of satisfaction from her end even if it was a bit rough. Still wasn't her preference necessarily.
It was easy to tell from the mindless expression on the bound woman's face that holding her head up was no longer having much effect. Samara released her grip of Shepard's hair, whose cheek immediately reunited with the metal tabletop. With both hands free the matriarch took hold of both hips, perfected her angle of attack and made sure her temporary cock achieved full penetration with every thrust. Somehow she was able to reach a new level of ferocity as her pelvis was practically bouncing off the human rear after each impact.
Liara watched on in shock and awe of the anal assault, mouth literally gaping. The lecture had halted as role-playing gave way to the demands of actual sex. The maiden had never seen such intensity in intercourse before. Even the morning the relationship of the pair on stage was revealed to her wasn't at this level. For the first time she witnessed what it was to fuck. It was hard for her to imagine such savagery to be pleasant, let alone arousing, but the look on Shepard's face made her wonder. Especially when the human's entire body went stiff; head raised high, spine straightened and legs stretching the clothing binding them to their limits.
Once her pet began to convulse Samara buried her toy as deeply as possible in the prostrate rear and rode out the orgasmic tremors. She had no intention of prolonging or enhancing the climax as it would not to be the last. She was a bit surprised she was able to wring one out of the woman at all utilizing only anal stimulation, though she did have some help from the aphrodisiac laced oil she used to coat Shepard's tush. Then after several shivering seconds the body beneath her went limp and collapsed on the table. Her first instinct was to follow so she could nibble an earlobe or kiss a shoulder, but that would be out of character for a matriarch professor. To her chagrin she instead gave one last parting thrust before pulling out.
A single fresh glove was pulled out to be worn just long enough for the asari lecturer to remove her soiled, faux cock and discard it. Samara then closed the front of her skirt to return her gown to its more conservative state. Though, hers was not the only outfit that needed to be modified for the next phase of the lesson and with Shepard still recovering in the afterglow all the work would fall on her. She went down to her knees, squatting would be a bit uncouth for a professor. The combat boots cost all the time and effort she was willing to pay on the endeavor. It wouldn't look right for her to be down there too long, so rather than shed, the pants were shredded. A micro mass effect field made quick work of the fabric.
Job done, she was about to stand when she noticed there was one other thing that had to be removed. The woman's flimsy, little underwear was still hanging on around the knees. The oil that she smeared across Shepard's rear had dripped all the way down to be dammed by the twisted pair of panties. The matriarch admired the valiant effort, but they too had to go. She called on her powers once more in order to leave the human completely bottomless.
Back to her feet the Professor surveyed the bent over body before her and realized the oil may present an issue during the next lesson. She grabbed a washcloth from one of the drawers to give the glistening buttocks a quick rub down. The attention also garnered a purr from the owner of the posterior. Samara could tell from the tone that there was still a haze of hormones clouding her human's brain. Since Shepard would need free hands for the next lesson, the matriarch took the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone and removed the cuffs roughly to jostle the woman into complete coherence.
For the first time the elder asari directly addressed her subject, "Girl, get on the table."
It took a few seconds for a still groggy Shepard to register an order had been given and several more for her to follow it. She first tried to stand, but her anchored leash didn't have enough slack for her to stand so she had to crawl up. Throwing one leg up onto the tabletop indecently spread her swollen vaginal lips and prominently displayed her slightly gaping asshole. Fortunately for her pride only her owner had a good enough angle to see the lewd view. It was a brief show as quickly she was able to mount the counter and the instant she did a pair of ancient, blue hands seized her. Her sweat drenched body was swiftly placed in a sitting position, facing the audience. With her shirt intact and knees tightly together she wasn't revealing much beside the curve of her hips. The cold metal against her recovering butt made it difficult to hold still.
Shepard was left to wait for almost a minute as her owner rummaged around behind her. The lull must have given Liara enough time to remember her attendance ostensibly had a purpose and a murmur arose from the hard to see crowd. It had little effect on the woman on display. The embarrassment had passed and she was mostly comfortable, beside her ravaged rear. It was rather awkward sitting there bottomless and not just because of what just happened to her ass. It was just all around weird to be in such a position.
As a latex covered hand grabbed the human's bare thigh, a command was whispered directly into her ear, "You are to keep your legs perfectly straight."
The ancient fingers slid down the muscular thigh, around the knee and then dipped underneath to take hold of an equally firm calf. Little strength was required to lift the united legs of the willing woman who obediently rocked back as her feet were raised higher and higher until they reached their zenith at ninety degrees. That was not where they stopped however. She offered no resistance as they were pushed past their peak and her shines descended toward her face. Her flexibility reached its limit just short of being entirely folded in half, but that was more than enough to give the audience an amazing view of her round cheeks, recovering rear and swollen vaginal lips peeking out from the crease just above. So when the matriarch stepped to the side, her own hands taking over for her owner's to keep the pose, there was an audible gasp from the assembled Liara.
With fingers running along the crevasse separating the limber woman's legs Samara returned to the role of the teacher, "Of course there is more to control than punishment, displays of dominance and negative reinforcement. In fact, humans reacted much better to positive reinforcement. So it is more important to encourage good behavior than punish bad. Make them want to follow your orders because of the reward they will receive for doing so. Then rather than putting in the minimum amount of effort required to avoid a spanking, they will endeavor to do the best they can so to maximize their reward. Allow me to demonstrate one of the ways to reward a particularly well behaved human."
After the short preamble Prof. Samara slid over to pry the shapely legs of visual aid apart. The tired but still eager smile she discovered on Shepard's sweat stained face upon separating the pair of limbs challenged her acting ability. Not only was it difficult to keep her lips from curving and her expression even, she also had an overwhelming desire to crawl on top of her lover and make the next climax a shared moment of bliss. It wouldn't work for the scenario though; plus there would be plenty of chances for such an act in the many decades she planned to spend with this young woman, but perhaps never another for this particular game. So with some reluctance she spread her pet as wide as possible and backed slightly away so the audience could see what she was doing.
Shepard again displayed a surprising amount of flexibility locking her knees and pointing her toes to fully extend the span of her legs. She was far from completely flat, but the angle of her thighs was healthily obtuse. The pose, though significantly more revealing, was quite a bit easier to hold. She did need to grab her calves to maintain such a wide spread. Digging deep into her reserves of stamina as well as being in a slightly more comfortable position, she was more than ready for her big reward.
To keep her attention where it belonged and because it seemed unlikely anyone in the room would really care, Samara forwent further narration. Instead every ounce of her focus would be put into what her fingers would be doing to Shepard's sex, beginning by lightly pinching the already excited clitoris at the top. Slowly and tenderly she stroked the stiff ridge with forefinger and thumb. She kept her other hand busy rubbing her pet's belly and mons, going no higher than the navel. Low moans almost immediately leaked out.
When the woman's thighs began to quiver the matriarch switched which hand stimulated the clitoris so the other could head south. She let her latex covered fingers dance through the slickness of the engorged, pink lips several times before teasing the entrance. They didn't go in though, quickly retreating in order to dally with the folds a tad longer. Further foreplay seemed largely unnecessary at this point and perhaps even counterproductive, there was only so much of anything a person could take, but Samara knew better. She knew that this particular woman could withstand a lot more than the average human, or average krogan for that matter; if Liara's marathon oral assaults had taught her nothing else. This was an opportunity to test Shepard's break limit.
After a couple more tantalizing passes through Shepard's lower lips the skilled fingers turned inward and took the plunge. She sent a pair as deep as possible, the bountiful amount of lubrication made the penetration effortless. A slow withdrawal followed, her nails scraping along the top of the human's channel all the way to the rim, then with a twist they reentered just as sluggishly. She repeated the prolonged thrusts several times before letting her digits settle fully sheathed in the wet heat. They didn't go directly for the more sensitive spots that Samara knew by heart; instead they spread out to thoroughly caress the walls. Visible tremors raced through the widely splayed legs and a slight bend began to become evident in the knees.
Samara had to remind, "Legs straight, girl."
Slacking ligaments immediately regained all their tension as the submissive woman recommitted to a proper posture. The show of obedience did not go unnoticed or unrewarded. The time for build-up and teasing was over. Samara adjusted her grip to put her thumb in direct contact with Shepard's engorged clitoris. If not for the two previous orgasms the pants-less, former marine would have cum the very instant the sensitive nub was grazed. Knowing it would take some extra effort to wring out that third climax the matriarch's digit didn't hesitate in adopting a blistering pace; rubbing the tiny appendage furiously. And already her order was forgotten.
Again the woman began to shake, knees waning in strength. Samara didn't bother reissuing a command that would fall on deaf ears. Shepard was too far gone, every manner of grunt, groan and curse flowing from her lips. So rather than say something about the collapsing legs the matriarch shifted her hands' duties so only one would be needed in the human's nethers. The other went to make sure her access remained unfettered by bracing the far leg, while the near one seemed intent on wrapping around her body. A heel hooked on her hip. Her pet had completely given up on holding them open and was clawing at whatever was within range.
The matriarch masterfully manipulated the feminine folds until the woman's random ramblings coalesced into a single sustained scream that pierced the air and surprised both asari in the room. Shepard wasn't the most vocal of lovers so hearing her erupt so loudly was a rare event; followed almost immediately by a slightly more common type of eruption. Her body went rigid, fist cemented to her forehead and a surge of fluid shot from her heated core. The squirt was powerful enough to launch a couple droplets clear off the stage. That was just the acme though, as Samara continued the ministrations to drag her climax out as long as humanly possible. Even using tiny charges of biotic energy and a shallow meld to ensure every ounce of orgasm had been spent.
Then all at once Shepard's high collapsed, turning her into a quivering mess unable to voluntarily move a muscle. Her heaving chest and the occasional aftershock were the only signs of life. She was so out of it that Samara had to gently guide her legs down to hang off the table, lest she hurt something if they flopped over the edge on their own. She didn't even have the strength to lift her arms to brush the sweat matted hair from her brow. Never in any way, shape and/or form had she ever been so completely drained; not in training, combat or anywhere else. The only energy she could muster was the tiny fraction it took to curve her lips when she felt her owner break character for a moment to place a butterfly kiss just below her navel. Though, she couldn't lift her head to actually witness it.
Slipping off her gloves Prof Samara turned to the audience, "This is the true secret to controlling a human. In this state our subject is much more open to suggestion as not only is she too exhausted to think clearly, but the pleasure I have given her has put her into a confused emotional state. It is difficult for her to separate physical pleasure from emotional attachment. Right now she is experiencing misguided feelings of love that I can exploit with even a mild meld. It will be a simple matter to enter her mind and manipulate those feelings to strengthen her loyalty and submission to me."
As the matriarch began discussing joining techniques that only an asari would truly understand her hand absentmindedly drifted toward her pet's belly. Only when she began rubbing it did she notice what she was doing. She didn't stop though. Instead she concealed her lapse in character by refocusing her biotics and summoning a mini field to remove the woman's shirt as she had done the pants. This time however she went much more slowly, her eyes carefully tracking the movement of her fingers. Methodically she sliced the fabric from bottom hem to top, the bra being split along the way. At the throat she turned and continued on down the arm then repeated on the other side, again the straps beneath the tee became collateral damage. It was more effort than truly necessary to accomplish her goal, but she also wanted to give Shepard a few minutes to recover.
When Samara saw some stirring from the heap of a human she had just ravished her attention shifted to where the leash was anchored. She detached it with a flick of the wrist then gave it a gentle tug to pull Shepard off the table. Her pet didn't have the brain power to question the move nor the leg strength to stand. So the former marine sunk to a kneeling position at the dominant asari's side. The matriarch lovingly stroked the damp mop of hair resting on her hip, her other hand maintaining a tight hold on her leather tether. She could actually feel the hot, panting breaths through the material of her dress which was becoming damp from the sweat pouring off the body clinging to her.
"And as you can see, after only a single session this human is already showing signs of becoming an obedient pet." Samara's fingers slipped a little lower to scratch the scruff of the nude, kneeling woman's neck. "Though, as I was just explaining, a follow up meld will be required to reinforce her submission and my dominance. Seeing as how well she has responded so far, I do not wish to miss this opportunity and will therefore be ending class early today. Please save all your questions for this week's seminar and next week I will discuss proper care and maintenance. Have a good afternoon."
With that the matriarch bowed her head slightly and took a step toward the door. A smattering of applause indicative of a room full of university students saw her out. Her pet had been using her as support so when she moved away the human fell forward onto all fours. A few feet away Samara gave a tug on the leash and without a thought the exhausted woman crawled after. She hadn't expected Shepard to remain on hand and knee, but was quite pleased with such a turn of events. As she walked she continually stole glances over her shoulder ostensibly to assure her pace wasn't too fast while in reality it was an image just too good to ignore. The way the powerful muscles moved beneath sweat dampened skin as the former commander prowled wearily, supple breasts swaying below the battle hardened body.
Just outside the door Samara saw a flash of recognition across Shepard's face as the reality of the situation finally struck. Immediately the crawling woman stopped, suddenly unsure what to do. After a moment she looked up to her owner. A warm, bemused smile rained down on her that put her at ease. There was a gentle tug on the leash and this time she actively chose to follow. If she had a tail it'd be wagging.
After crawling a dozen or so yards Shepard began to wonder what was happening, the game should have been over, and so asked, "Wh..."
Samara immediately silenced the woman with a soft, "Hush."
Master led pet to the last door on the left. Inside was a lavish office no real university employee would ever be given. Lining the lengths of both walls from ceiling to floor were the spines of thousands of books from every corner of the galaxy. Animated holograms of varying systems hovered overhead and a plastic turian skeleton hung by the large bay window. All the furniture looked to be carved from expensive wood, littered with every manner of lamp, bobble and datapad one would expect of an eccentric professor. School proved to be such a popular setting that a few fantasy fulfillment companies had permanent instillations built which allowed for such investment in the setting. Over the centuries one was even converted into a fully functional campus that taught actual classes; educating employees in everything from sexual techniques to cosmetology to transferable college courses.
Samara was quite impressed by the furnishings; Shepard would have been too if she had a better vantage of her surroundings. It was hard to tell from the floor, though she did appreciate the plush carpeting. The embroidered rug was not only gorgeous but a lot easier on the knees than the linoleum in the hall. She crawled practically its entire length as her owner strolled all the way across the relatively large room to the absolutely massive, polished-wood desk at the other end. As her blue goddess gracefully slid into the leather, swivel chair she sat down on her haunches like the well trained pet that she was to await further instruction.
Once the matriarch settled into her comfortable, plush seat her gaze dropped to her young pet and was quite pleased with the pose the woman had taken. A warm grin curled her violet lips as she surveyed the feminine spoils before her. An obvious effort was being made to put on the best display possible; legs spread wide and chest thrust out while knuckles stayed glued to the floor. Samara didn't linger on the view long because there was something else she desperately wanted. With a tug on the leash she pulled Shepard in for an adoring kiss, not spurned by sexual desire but by utter affection. As impossible a task as it may have been she wanted to express the extent of her passion for this delicious creature that brought such happiness to her life through this single locking of their lips.
Shepard almost immediately melted under the sublime, oral ministrations. Lifting her hands from the carpet never even got close to entering her mind, she just basked in the benevolent love of her goddess. The leash was completely abandoned as her face was gentle cradled. Absent were any shows of dominance so she gave no sign of submission. They shared a slowly building embrace of romantic affection that had no hints of eroticism despite her state of undress and the acts that had proceeded. Though, those acts and their thorough draining of her sexual energies had something to do with her being able to be paid such attention without her thoughts traveling below the belt.
They luxuriated in the kiss for many minutes before gradually tapering off then breaking apart with Samara whispering as she detached the leash, "Go lie down."
A head nod got Shepard to look over her shoulder at a rather oddly shaped cushion in the corner. It took a few seconds for her to recognize the large, rimmed pillow as a dog bed. She crawled over without a second thought, but she was puzzled as to why it was there and why the game hadn't ended yet. Her fantasy had already been fulfilled, in the most magnificent way possible, so it should have been time to hit the showers. She was far too tired and sated to do anything besides flop onto the circular bedding set up for her, let alone go another round. Her exhaustion sapped what little ladylike decorum she may have possessed, because she laid back raising one leg raised high with the other ninety degrees away.
For awhile the pet woman groomed herself combing her fingers through her hair to get it back into some sort of order. Then she did a last bit of ruffling to fluff it back up. Before she had completely finished she stole a glance at her owner and saw the last tiny fraction of Samara snapping her neck away. Her mouth puckered as she fought to keep the giggles in. She had caught the old asari peeking. For several minutes she kept her eyes fixed on the back of the elegantly curved blue crest, but sadly the matriarch had the self control not to look over again. So she settled in, unsure what to do, except take care of an itch on her stomach and slowly realize how gross she was beginning to feel; she was absolutely drenched in drying sweat, cum and lube. At least she was comfortable, even if she couldn't stretch out much.
Shepard was beginning to doze off when a knock came to the door, causing Samara to call, "Who is it?"
There was creak and Liara's head popped in to ask, "Do you have a minute Professor Samara?"
"Of course, please do come in," the matriarch replied as she put down the book she was skimming through.
The door opened and Shepard nearly died of shock upon seeing what was on the other side. There stood the coed version of Liara T'Soni or rather the porn coed version. She had on simple, red sneakers and knee-high, white stockings. Past the footwear though, it got downright obscene. The maiden's pleated, plaid skirt hung low on the hip while its hemline was less than an inch away from revealing everything. Nothing covered her perfectly trim midriff, while the article of clothing above could barely be considered as covering. Stretched across her ample bust was a two-sizes too-small t-shirt made of a material so thin the outline of her dark blue nipples could be seen from across the room. To top it all off, written across the front of the white, cotton top was the phrase, 'Once you go blue, Nothing else will do.'
Liara allowed herself to be ogled for a few seconds more before proceeding with her line, "Professor Samara, I wanted to talk to you about my grades."
"Alright, take a seat then," the matriarch invited with a flourish of the wrist before turning to her terminal to bring up her student's records.
Channeling the shy, little archeologist she not so long ago was, Liara closed the door then with her datapad clutched to her chest she shuffled across the room. The entire way her eyes constantly flicked over to the nude woman in the corner, who had adopted a more attentive posture by sitting up, legs saddled to the side. She took the offered seat opposite her elder with her focus split between her two lovers, but it all shifted south the instant her rear touched down. Not use to wearing so mini of a skirt she hadn't put much consideration into the surface on which she sat until its cold temperature jabbed her most sensitive of regions. She tried to pull some fabric down to act as a buffer, but there wasn't enough to do so. She would just have to endure the temporary chill until her body heat warmed things up. At least her shifting her weight back and forth between cheeks added to the awkwardness of the character she was trying to portray.
Samara didn't feel the odd little jerk required comment so she didn't digress, "Hmm, I can see why you wish to speak with me. Your scores have been steadily declining since mid-terms. Did something happen?"
Ignoring the inconsistencies of whether this was supposed to be a onetime lecture or the beginning of a semester or near the end, Liara nervously answered, "Not really. I've just been having a hard time understanding the lessons recently. I didn't realize this class would involve so much biology when I signed up for it."
"Why did it take you so long to come to talk to me then?" Samara leaned forward, elbows on the desk.
"Well, I kept hoping I could get my grades up on my own." Liara was completely in unknown territory, she hadn't failed to ace a class since she was nineteen; home economics was hardly a real class anyway, she kept telling herself ever since.
"You should not hesitate to seek assistance when you need it."
"I know that now." After a short pause the maiden ventured, "So, what about my grade for this class?"
"It is honestly too late in the year to do much about it. Even if you manage a perfect score on the final I am not sure that will be enough."
"What about extra credit?" Liara did know something about this; she always did the extra credit assignments, even though she never once needed to.
"I do not give extra credit."
"Please," the junior asari begged. "My parents will kill me if I fail a class."
"I am sure that is an exaggeration."
"My father said she'd head butt me," Liara said with a surprising amount of earnestness.
Century's worth of discipline kept Samara's face even and laughter contained. "You must be quite desperate to avoid such a punishment."
"I am!" the maiden overacted.
The tenured Professor studied her student, her mouth hidden behind woven fingers. After a minute of consideration her postured changed considerably, reclining back into her leather chair, the headrest perfectly aligned to cradle her crest. Before resting her hands in her lap a finger detoured to press a tiny button on the inside of her wrist. The alteration it made to her outfit was not apparent to anyone else in the room. To put the finishing touch on her new demeanor she swiveled a bit to the side and gave a slight tilt to her neck.
"I cannot give you an extra credit assignment, but perhaps there is another way for you to improve your grade."
The younger asari jumped at the chance, "Yes, please. I'll do anything Professor!"
"I could use an assistant; someone to help me with my lectures."
"Of course," the clueless maiden happily replied. "What do you need me to do? I don't have a class before yours so I could come early to help you setup or gather materials. Maybe even help with your research."
"Actually, I would require your assistance after my lectures." Finally the matriarch's neutral expression broke as a grin crossed her lips. "In fact, I could use it right now. If you have the time, that is."
"Oh sure, my next class isn't until the afternoon." The real Liara never would have had such a schedule; each day was packed with as many courses as possible. "What do you need me to do?"
"You can help me with a problem I have."
"What's the problem?"
"As you are undoubtedly aware, my lectures often deal with subject matter of a cardinal nature and can be quite arousing, a feeling I am not immune from. So, after a demonstration like today's I can become somewhat... heated." Samara gestured toward Shepard, "However, as you can see my pet over there is far too exhausted to help me deal with this heated feeling."
"I'm not sure I know what you mean," even though there was a hint of purple on the maiden's cheeks.
"Come now, you are a smart girl. You must see what I am getting at."
To guard against the leers her teacher was beginning to openly take the maiden clutched her datapad to her chest. "I would never do such a thing!"
"Then leave my office," the matriarch stated bluntly. "You should start thinking up excuses to give your parents on why you failed my course."
"I'll report you to the Chancellor!" Liara threatened.
"Do you truly believe you are the first girl I have made such a proposal to?" condescension dripped off every syllable of the question. "Every semester I have two or three little assistants to help me out after lectures or really whenever else I am feeling a bit heated."
The defiant coed shot to her feet and repeated, "I'm still going to the Chancellor!"
Mostly for the benefit of the naked woman sitting in the corner Samara continued, "Nor am I the only one with assistants, though not all use that particular term. Counselor Sha'ira has her acolytes, Professor T'Loak her followers. The biotiball team has been divvied up between Coach Shiala and her staff. And as for Chancellor Tevos; there is a different girl under her desk each day of the week."
With far less confidence the young asari tried, "I'll tell my parents."
"Before or after you tell them of your failure."
The stunned maiden hugged her datapad more tightly as her hope was dashed and her options were reduced to just two then after several silent minutes she quietly asked, "What would I have to do?"
"I have yet to decide, though you will probably have to wash your face afterward."
"I've never..." Liara was too embarrassed to say what she was inevitably going to do. "I may not even be any good."
"Do not worry," Samara's eyes were devouring her prey by that point. "If you lack skill there are a number of other ways for me to enjoy your company."
"But what if..." the maiden began, but was quickly cut off.
"Miss T'Soni, you have obviously made your decision. So stop stalling and come over here."
After taking a couple hesitant steps the younger asari asked, "And you'll give me perfect scores for the entire course?"
Samara then really rubbed her victory in by countering with, "Would you sell your body and pride for anything less?"
Liara would never admit it to anyone, especially Shepard, but she was finding this scenario far more arousing than she'd have guessed when her older lover proposed her involvement. It was such a departure from any experience she ever had in school. Sure she had a few fantasies that involved being seduced by teachers she had crushes on, but nothing like this. Never in her wildest dreams did she picture herself being so demeaned. There was a pleasant flutter in the pit of her stomach as she slowly shuffled to the other side of the desk. Though, she wouldn't have had any such excitement if it were coming from anyone besides either of the two in that room.
Once her new assistant came to a stop a few feet away Prof Samara leaned forward, taking hold of a firm thigh as she yanked the datapad obstructing her view from the maiden's grasp. After tossing the device on her desk her freshly freed fingers reached for a perky, young breast. Though, only one was allowed to make contact, taking a slow lap around the edge of the covered yet still prominently displayed right nipple. After the first go-round she tightened the circle to scrap her nail over Liara's sensitive areola which got a soft gasp from the girl. While she played with the dark-blue nub, her other hand thoroughly massaged the supple leg filling it.
Eventually the solitary, teasing digit moved on to bluer pastures. It barely had any fabric to traverse before reaching the exposed scales below. Samara took her time grazing down the maiden's trim midriff, along the sternum and between the abs. Her only deviation from the center was the lazy loop she drew around Liara's cute, little bellybutton. The pleated skirt rode so low on the hip that she had a couple more inches to go before encountering cloth again. She applied a minuscule amount of pressure with her finger as she traveled down the extremely short article of clothing. Then at the hem she pinched and lifted to take a peek at the treasure beneath.
"Lovely," the matriarch complimented; the hand not holding up the skirt drifted over to lightly pet the smooth quim as she continued, "So young and innocent. How fortunate that I will be the first to have a taste of its nectar and I do mean fortunate for us both. I will teach you everything you will ever need to know about pleasure, stimulation and sex by the time you earn your better grade."
Too embarrassed to look anywhere but out the window Liara seemed to hesitantly ask the tree outside, "By the time I earn a better grade? How long are you going to keep me here?"
"Today?" Samara's question seemed directed at the azure she was still gently stroking. "Only as long as it will take to make your chin a bit slick. You will need to meet with me after class on a regular basis if you wish to keep your grades up. I hope there will not be any scheduling conflicts?"
"No," the younger alien croaked as her skirt was dropped.
"Excellent." The seated matriarch then touched a tiny button on the inside of her wrist before suggesting, as if the maiden had a choice, "Now, how about you show me the proper gratitude for giving you such an opportunity to raise your scores?"
It took a mere glance at her elder for Liara to figure out how she would be showing her gratitude. Just like during the lecture the unseen seam in the front of Samara's long skirt had opened, leaving her pretend teacher bare from the waist down. The earlier button press had removed the bit of fabric that had been covering the centuries old azure earlier. So the maiden could see everything once the thighs to either side parted. Her role-playing resolve was tested, because nothing splayed before her at that moment was unappealing. Her character on the other hand would have been humiliated and disgusted at the very least to be sinking to her knees as she was. Tempering her excitement she got down on all fours, the pose predetermined in order to give the woman behind her a good look up her miniscule skirt. Even while standing a hint of the bottom of her cheeks was visible just below the hem. Bending over exposed practically all her intimate parts.
The subjugated maiden was interrupted as she began to lean in by a hand on the forehead and some condescending words, "Oh my, you are an eager one, but I thought you were going to thank me for giving you such an opportunity?"
Liara replied halfheartedly, "Thank you for helping me with my grades Professor Samara."
Pulling her new assistant in the matriarch moaned, "Good girl."
To better resist the temptation to seek her pet's gaze, Samara closed her eyes and relaxed into the wonderful oral ministrations of the mouth nestled between her legs. Liara wasn't a good enough actor to feign naiveté in such a beloved act, not that she was about to complain. So rather than taking the game any further and continuing the degrading language she simply reclined and enjoyed. She did wonder how many more insults the maiden was willing to take. They had chosen a few safe words beforehand incase the role-playing went too far, but to her surprise none of them were used. She'd have to leave the answer for another time, because the tongue lapping at her folds was quickly becoming feverish.
It took only the first taste for Liara's lust to kick into overdrive. The flutters in her stomach were burning and she no longer had control over what her mouth was doing. She nibbled and licked the excited purple folds briefly before latching onto the matriarch's clitoris. There had been enough teasing and foreplay it was time for her to get what she wanted which wasn't necessarily Samara's orgasm. She adored the primal connection she could make with her lover burying her face between their thighs. When allowed she could use her monk-like attention-span to spend many happy hours happily performing cunnilingus. Too bad neither her partner nor jaw would ever let her reach the point of boredom.
The day's events had affected Samara too and her stamina was not up to her usual standards. It took little over five minutes for her to start feeling the warm bliss building in her core. Both hands took a firm grip of the crest bobbing in her lap. The muscles of her abdomen popped as her stomach tensed. The sweat poured from her, though because of her gown only the moisture on her forehead was apparent. Her centuries of discipline kept her from completely letting go, but still she released a rumbling groan as her climax hit and bucked against Liara's insatiable lips. The heavenly waves of orgasm washed over her again and again for a beautifully extend amount of time. When she came down with a shiver the maiden was still lapping away. To dislodge the interloper she decided to solicit some outside help.
The second a single finger was curled Shepard's way the nude, pet human was off her butt and scrambling toward the pair of asari on all fours. While her libido hadn't quite recovered enough to be interested in another round, she still would never turn down the chance to lick, grope or molest blue flesh. Unintentionally role-playing the part of a dog the collared woman took a moment to stick her nose under Liara's skirt to take a quick sniff and taste before jumping on the maiden's back. Her hands went straight up the thin, tight t-shirt to each cup a magnificently supple breast.
Liara hadn't heard the commotion made by the larger human bounding in behind her nor immediately noticed the breath on her nethers. Feeling a tongue swipe across her azure got her attention though, but she didn't have much time to react as a couple seconds later a great weight landed on her back. Strong hands thoroughly versed in pleasuring her body tickled her bust just right to elicit a giggly moan that turned far more lurid when agile lips found the sweat spot on her neck just behind her ear. She let Shepard suckle there for a minute before swiveling her head in search of a loving kiss. What she got was a sloppy smooch as the naked woman tried to lick some of the matriarch's juices from her face before locking lips properly.
As the young lovers cuddled Samara caught her breath. They were such an adorable pair; she'd have considered herself blessed just to witness their relationship, let alone be involved in it. After watching her girls make out for a few minutes she placed a hand on each of their heads. It took a few light strokes for them to notice and split apart. Once the kiss broke up she dove in to steal a couple for herself. She started with Liara's plump lips, but was only able to taste them for a few seconds before she felt pecks on her cheek begging to get involved. She ignored the pleas, not moving on from the sweet the maiden until she was ready. The very instant the embrace with her fellow asari showed signs of ending her pet pounced, feverishly trying to get her adoring attention. It was hard not to smile at the over eagerness so unabashedly displayed; it became impossible when little nibbles began nipping at her jaw.
Giggles got the best of all three of them and the kiss fell apart. Samara reclined back into her chair with a giant smile on her face that only grew larger when the two still on the floor decided to compete over who got to lick up the remains of her climax. Dueling tongues lapped at her inner thighs and labia. Hopefully they weren't trying to rekindle her passions because she was spent. She did well for a woman her age, but she was done. Still she let the pair play for a bit, her head rolling to the side. Then she noticed the datapad on her desk.
Picking the device up Samara asked, "Are these notes?"
"Notes?" the human's ears perked up.
"Liara," four eyes turned to the maiden. "Did you take notes during my lecture?"
"I, uhhh..." the tone of the matriarch's voice and the vibrations of building laughter against her back made the young doctor question whether to answer truthfully.
The day's pretend professor scanned through the VI recorded transcript with little footnotes written in the margins. "These are notes."
"Let me see!" Shepard exclaimed, reaching for the datapad.
"No!" Liara yelped as she was bulldozed by the woman on top of her.
The bigger, stronger human easily snatched the device before the bookworm under her could even get a hand off the ground. Though she managed only a glance by the time Liara regrouped and reared back, knocking Shepard on her butt. The datapad changed hands again, but not for very long. The archeologist was no match for the soldier and yet another forcible exchange was made. This time she took preventive measures learned by every sibling since the dawn of time by turning her back and extending her arm as far as possible. It was hard to read the text in that position, especially with a crazed asari climbing on her. So she did what any good bully would do; rolled them both over and sat on the nerd's sternum.
The slaps pelting the human's back barely registered as she skimmed through the notes, barely contained laughter steadily building until she burst out as she read aloud, "'Shepard is a lesbian'. Genius."
"Give those back!" Liara protested while trying to wiggle free and when that failed to produce results resorted to pinching.
Those efforts only amount to more taunts, "Ooo baby, I like it rough. Oh, you probably want to make a note of that. Here, I'll help you out. 'Shepard likes it rough'."
Legs began to flail and the maiden whined, "Those are private!"
"Then why..." A near shin to the face forced the bully to catch the flapping limbs and tuck them under one arm before continuing, "Then why is there a section labeled 'follow-up questions'? You can't keep those private. Questions need to be shared. Such as: 'What is the resiliency of hair? How hard can it be pulled? Is there an ideal length and/or style and would Shepard be willing to change her hair to that length and/or style?'"
The trapped asari was desperate for an excuse, "It's just a joke. I wasn't taking them seriously."
"But you just said they were private." Shepard looked back over her shoulder, "Who was the joke for if you weren't going to share it?"
"I hate you!"
"Liara dear," Samara interjected, craning her neck to assure eye contact. "I did some baseline research, but most of my lecture was made up. The biology was the only part that had any real merit."
Honestly curious Shepard asked, "What about that stuff about human skin?"
"That was true. When compared to other sapient species human touch is practically a super sense."
Before the digression could go any further Liara pleaded, "Could you order her to get off me now?"
The matriarch studied her pet's face for a moment before dropping her gaze down to the perfectly displayed blue bum below. After a few thoughts her attention shifted to the top drawer of her desk. She hadn't been sure where their little game would go once Liara got involved so she had prepared for several contingencies. While this specific scenario hadn't crossed her mind, she still had a way of dealing with it. She pulled out a planted item and handed it to Shepard before giving the order to move with a single nod to the left.
"I almost forgot to mention Miss T'Soni," the use of her last name by the matriarch puzzled the junior asari as she sat up. "One of your duties as my assistant will be to take care of my pet's needs when I am unable."
Before Liara could react the collared woman pounced on her. In a flurry of movement she was flipped onto her stomach then pulled by her hips into a kneeling position, ass higher than her head. With very little preamble she felt something thick press against her azure. It didn't take a doctorate to figure out what it was nor why the head slipped inside her so easily. She had been a bit concerned she wouldn't get to cum and welcomed this turn of events. Although, she didn't like the fact Shepard so obviously won this encounter; finding her secret, teasing her about it then mounting her like an animal.
Acting like a dog trying to mount her mate was not a conscious choice on Shepard's part. The taste of victory had reinvigorated her. Besides, what else was she going to do with a half-naked, bent over Liara and a strap-on? Despite her renewed eagerness she took as much care as possible easing her toy into the maiden's entrance. There was plenty of natural lubrication dripping from the excited folds, but the young asari didn't have much experience with anything larger than a few fingers. It was a true test of discipline not to push the shaft all the way in and immediately start pounding away; helped by her body's lingering fatigue. To make up for the lack of ferocity she added to her animal-like behavior and collapsed on her lover's back so she could get in some good groping.
Samara looked on until the couple settled into a lazy rhythm; Shepard with a strap-on was a treat to watch from behind. Such sublime buttocks to witness working. It wouldn't have been proper for a number of reasons to get down on the floor to join them, sadly. Instead she gave one of her pet's meaty cheeks a rub before leaning back and turning on her omni-tool. She had to give the impression that she was doing something; the scene wasn't quite over and the cameras were still rolling. So she decided to do a bit of editing on their keepsake. The teasing and wrestling didn't really fit into the plot and had to go. It might require a few reshoots.
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