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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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Hawke was an opportunist who thought outside the box; traits that contributed to her being a successful club owner with a thriving import business, as well as a failed restaurateur and dog breeder. She predicted the adorable, fuzzy animals from Earth would be the next big pet craze, but instead they were the next big food craze and she ended up sabotaging her own business to stop the fad from leaving the station. So, the day after she first met Shepard and Samara she applied for a fantasy fulfillment license and leased several floors of a nearby building.
Before the license was approved or she broached the subject with Shepard she ordered her new property to be converted into as many replicas of the Normandy's interior as the space would allow which turned out to be six. They built two of each major configuration of the ship while it was under the great hero's command; the SSV, the SR-2 Cerberus version and the SR-2 Alliance version. There was even enough room left over for each to have a short gangway for visitors to see a virtual image of the outside of the frigate. Several other fulfillment businesses had similar setups for those who wanted to live out fantasies involving the famous vessel and its crew; unsurprisingly such scenarios were quiet popular. Hawke's though would be different hers would be the most authentic recreations because the Commander herself would assure all the little details were correct.
It was after a week of construction, since no expense was spared progress was made quickly, that Hawke finally got around to asking if Shepard would do it. The maiden had been to the Citadel, so knew the former commander would endorse any store that provided a discount. She was fairly surprised then when the respectable human didn't want to lend her name to such a lurid establishment. It took a solid five days of pleading, begging and bribing before she finally got what she wanted.
There were a number of reasons why Shepard agreed to give her endorsement. Everyone already knew she was on the Azure Sky with Liara, so the embarrassment was unavoidable and she had nothing to lose. Plus she really did like the quirky, little asari. If it was anyone else she would have accused them of waiting so long to ask to put added pressure on her and make it nearly impossible for her to say no, but given who she was dealing with she chalked it up to an honestly naive mistake. Also, as the days went by the price went up to the point she'd have been a fool to pass it up. In exchange for a few hours of inspecting the various false frigates and her name on the sign she would get a brand new vacation home. It would be built on top of the Hawke's apartment and the maiden and friends would be her servants whenever she stayed there. It seemed like a steep price, but the socialite was too excited to have the great hero as a friend to care.
The timing worked out well for Shepard as the first of the ships was being completed days after she thwarted the Cerberus incursion. It was during that gap that she and her two asari loves realized the opportunity they'd be missing if they didn't visit a fantasy fulfillment agency. So she delayed her inspections until each of them had a chance to live out a deep desire and then put it off a little while longer because of her fight with Samara. Nothing else mattered to her until they had talked everything over and were completely made up. The hopelessly romantic Hawke was more than accommodating and didn't once put any undue pressure on her and even went so far as to allow her to 'christen' one of the Cerberus SR-2s when she was ready.
So there the former commander was, once again walking through the corridors of the Normandy. Despite the difficult times she lived through while skippering it she had only good memories. None of her nightmares originated from her ship. She only fought two battles onboard and neither resulted in any loses. The only truly awful moment was the destruction of the first, but she could barely recall that day. No, this was her sanctuary through all the trials and tribulations. It was where she met so many of her friends and formed so many bonds. She was actually a bit surprised at how happy she was to be there again, even if it was all just a facsimile. Also, she couldn't wait to use the bed in her cabin for something besides sleeping.
It was tough to concentrate on her inspection given the fun she'd soon be having, but she owed it to Hawke to put in her best effort. Some mistakes were easy to pick out. The Normandy did not have a Mako when it was with Cerberus. Thank the goddess Liara didn't join her, the maiden probably would have cried or more likely launched the vehicle through the cargo bay door with a biotic throw. There were also the less obvious aspects, like the position of the couches in the lounge or style of desk in Miranda's office. Shepard remembered every detail of her ship, to what seemed an inhuman degree. Though she didn't make sure everything was a hundred percent correct, she didn't want any military secrets given away.
While the former commander was checking out her former ship Liara and Samara were up in the captain's cabin doing their final preparations. They made sure the drawers and cabinets were stocked with any manner of item they may have the urge to use, no matter how unauthentic their presence may have been. On the original Normandy Shepard had not even one scrap of lingerie and a limited number of sexual devices, none of which were ever used; besides one vibrator on the lonelier nights. All her toys were stashed away in the back of her closet in a box labeled 'LNT', which had been reproduced and put in its proper place. So at least they got one thing right.
Once everything was in place the two asari got into costume. Again in the role of a prisoner, Samara put on the most basic of outfits; loose, cotton pants with a tie string waist and a similarly plain tank top that was a bit tighter but no more revealing. It took longer to shed her old clothes than put on the new ones. Liara wasn't so lucky. In fact she wasn't so lucky about anything in the scenario she was about to participate in. All the negotiations about what would be happening were done without her input. They came to her talking about wanting her to be an equal part of a relationship between the three of them and she was so happy that she agreed to anything they asked for the next couple days. Shepard noticed her weakened state and took advantage. At least the maiden was able to avoid the puppy costume.
Still, Liara wasn't terrible happy and complained as she readjusted her thong for the sixth time, "How does she wear these things?"
The outfit forced upon the maiden, in the role of the preexisting pet as opposed to Samara's role as the newly acquired one, was unlike anything she had ever worn before. Besides the feather high-heeled slippers on her feet it was nothing but white lingerie, something a sheltered asari like her hadn't encountered until her first visit to the laundry on the Normandy. She had all the pieces necessary to cloth her, but everything was just shy of providing true coverage. Her sheer, babydoll negligee with spaghetti straps came down to her navel while the matching stockings rose to just past mid thigh and in between she only had a lacy pair of panties to conceal her more intimate places. They did a piss poor job of it since they didn't help to hide her bum in the slightest. She had already given up on trying to pull her nightgown down, but could not stop herself from fiddling with the strip of fabric riding up her rear. The only thing she didn't mind, though it was a bit embarrassing, was the ribbon around her neck tied with a bow above her right shoulder.
"She is just used to them I suppose."
"Couldn't she have chosen something more normal?" Liara gave up on fixing her underwear and shifted to using her reflection in the fish tank to make sure her nightie was in order. "Isn't this your fantasy? Why do I have to dress like this if it's your fantasy?"
"I am sorry about that, dear."
Seeing as how annoyed her partner seemed Samara decided it best to keep her role in deciding on the costumes to herself. Because of her pet she had grown quite found of lingerie and liked the idea of seeing Liara dolled up. The maiden was stunning in all white lace, so innocent in a way and she hated to admit it but she was going to enjoy watching that innocence getting bullied a bit. The matriarch just loved watching the playful relationship the two had and how the human almost always came out on top. In fact, the teasing had already begun. Shepard had insisted upon her loose and comfortable outfit specifically to irk the young doctor who would be the only one in such skimpy attire; much like Hawke's party, though in that case it was about being the only one to dress in more formal attire.
Any further bellyaching would have to wait as the cabin door suddenly whished open, marking the beginning of the game. Samara was already in position by the foot of the bed, but Liara had to go greet her newly arrived mistress who looked especially comfortable in an old N7 hoodie and fatigues. She was quite flattered by the way the woman's face lit up upon seeing her skimpy outfit, making it easier to put her discomfort aside. The eyes raking over her body sent a tingle up her spine and caused her to subconsciously add a saunter to her step. Shepard came to a stop a few feet into the room to maximize the distance the maiden had to walk.
"You look amazing," the human complimented just before pulling the half naked asari in for a tight embrace and brief smooch.
Once their lips parted Liara accepted, "Thank you, my Mistress."
"Mmmm I like that, but no, I think I would prefer if you called me..." Shepard pondered for a second, hands dancing along the maiden's back, before deciding on, "... Commander. We are on the Normandy after all."
"Very well, Commander," she barely got out before her mouth was once again captured, though this time it lasted long enough for her to drape her arms over the woman's broad shoulders.
Their lips wrestled while the human's palms moved to the small of the maiden's back to pull their bodies more firmly together. Once not a sliver of light could find its way between them a hand slipped down to the perky, blue mounds below. Shepard's touch was gentle as she rubbed and squeezed a mostly bare cheek. Her grip tightened however when it slid toward the center, giving the inexperienced asari a playful goose. The lingerie adorned alien's immediate reaction to the intrusion was to jump from her arms. The annoyed look thrown her way was worth the loss of contact, especially since she could take it back whenever she wished.
"You're teasing me already?" Liara grumbled. "This is not off to a good start."
"Speak for yourself," Shepard quipped as she stepped around the dolled up maiden, imparting a hardy slap to the blue fanny as she did, then slipped into character to prevent any retort, "So, what do we have here?"
For a moment the annoyed asari stayed rooted. Why must she love someone so aggravating? Part of her didn't want to turn around, but the other, bigger part of her knew she had to. She did actually want to play the game, plus stalling too long would probably get her another swat on the rear. So with a huff she spun around and the first thing she saw was the inviting target of her bent over Commander's ass. It was even waving back and forth a bit, taunting her to smack it. She hated this woman.
As Shepard continued undoing the laces of her boots Liara answered, "As requested, the requisitions officer visited the auctions today. She purchased this one and brought her up here so you can decide what to do with her."
"Very good," the Commander responded just before she shed her shoes and socks. "What can you tell me about her?"
The maiden followed a step behind her owner over to the newest of the Normandy's acquisitions. "Her name is Samara. She is a Justicar; a skilled warrior and powerful biotic. She so far as proven to be quite obedient, following orders without complaint. Though, it is obvious she is not happy about her current predicament."
Shepard came to a stop a few feet from Samara and after looking the asari up and down commented, "She's kind of old."
"Well, she is a matriarch," Liara adopted an even and impassive tone, trying to sound like a personal assistant. "At least eight hundred years old, though she wouldn't give us her real age."
The human turned to the maiden, barely even acknowledging the elder alien's presence, "Didn't they have anything younger?"
"Matriarchs are extremely rare and powerful though, especially one who's a Justicar. It is absolutely astonishing that she would end up at the auctions, let alone you being able to afford her."
After studying her new property for a second, eyes never drifting higher than the throat, the Commander shrugged, "I guess I'll give her a shot then."
It was easier for Shepard to be dominant with Samara while in this role than the one before. There were just too many things she was uncomfortable with. Her biggest problem was trying to top her owner, of course, but she also hated being the bad guy and had to put a lot effort into it, which she still largely failed at. Her outfit didn't help, heels were not her thing. Plus the room was so sterile, cold and uninviting; she didn't feel like she belonged there. It all added together to make a decent performance nearly impossible. The change of settings made all the difference in the world. She could just be herself, wearing clothes from her own closet, in a place she knew by heart. It made it significantly simpler to deal with her biggest problem when no others existed. Also, having Liara there to push around for the occasional confidence boost didn't hurt either. She could already tell this was going to be a lot more fun.
Another thing that was helpful was not feeling the need to remain stoic and let a grin creep across her lips when she finally made eye contact with her new toy, "So, have any experience with humans, old girl?"
"We have yet to get her to speak," Liara chimed in. "But to answer your question; she doesn't, at least in a sexual sense. She took her vows long before humans were discovered."
"Well, we can fix that," Shepard commented. "Have her begging soon enough."
The human reached for the matriarch's face and began to inspect it as she would a horse she was considering buying. She felt around the jaw and neck for abnormalities or injuries. Some of her first aid training inadvertently came into use. Once her fingers checked everything out below the chin they shifted to cheeks and brow to force the lids as wide open as possible. The crystal-blue eyes looked fine; she wasn't a doctor though so it wasn't like she could actually tell much besides how beautiful they were. Then she slipped her digits down to pry open violet lips and poked around inside. There was no resistance, not even when she touched her thumb to the silky smooth tongue she found.
"This is going to feel real nice," the Commander hummed.
Withdrawing from the matriarch's mouth Shepard gave both cheeks a sturdy pinch before her attention drifted lower. Her hands didn't go straight for the obvious rather she took hold of lithe biceps to try to get a sense of the strength they possessed. Not detecting even an ounce of flab she moved down the arms giving intermittent squeezes along the way until she reached the wrists. She took one up to study the elegant, blue fingers more closely for a few moments, but before she let it go she ran her tongue along the knuckles to get a quick taste of century old skin. If she were still a pirate she couldn't have been that playful.
Shepard didn't allow her hands to remain empty for more than a second and immediately latched them onto the matriarch's fantastic bust. Much like a teenager copping their first feel she did little more than squeeze, massage and lift them for awhile, entranced by the breasts' sublime balance of firm and soft. Eventually her thumbs found their way to the sensitive nubs tipping each tit. After a few swipes the teasing escalated quickly, scraping and needling the encircling areolas. She wanted to get the dark-blue nipples hard enough to see through the robust, white fabric covering them. It took a minute, but she managed to get the peaks to strain against the tank top. With the accomplishment came the realization she had slipped out of her role as the Commander inspecting her new toy, but unlike the previous game she had a way to get back on track and reassert dominance.
"Liara, come here."
An odd request considering she was already only a few steps away, but still the maiden did as she was told and got closer with a, "Yes, Commander."
When her lingerie adorned pet was within arm's reach Shepard shifted a hand over to the younger bust and after a minute's assessment determined, "Hmmm, Samara's boobs are definitely bigger, firmer too. I also like that the nipples are more responsive."
Liara never put any self worth into her looks, but that still annoyed her, causing her to mutter under her breath, "I hate you."
"What was that?" the human immediately asked, sacrificing both ends of her grope to close to within inches of the uppity asari.
A barely covered blue spine instantly straightened, "Nothing, Commander."
"No no, I definitely heard something." Shepard pressed into the young alien's side, her nose so close the tip brushed a freckled check. "Now tell me what you said."
Slightly embarrassed Liara turned her head the other way and quietly confessed, "I said, 'I hate you'."
"You don't really hate me do you?" the Commander asked with an exaggerated pout.
"No, I..." was all the maiden got out before something stung her ass.
Her pretty asari tried to escape so the woman in charge grabbed the far, blue hip to prevent it. "Then why'd you say it?"
"I don't know..." again her thought was stopped by a solid smack to the behind.
"You're a smart, little maiden. You must have some idea," Shepard's tone was condescendingly pleasant.
"If you let me fin..." the next spank landed mid-word.
"I'm not stopping you. Now tell me, do you really hate me? Be honest."
"I don't really hate you." Another swat on the rear caused her to flinch, but this time she continued on, "I was just annoyed."
"Annoyed by what?"
Liara took too long so this time she got spanked before she gave the answer she hoped would prevent further blows to the butt, "I was annoyed by the fact you like her breasts more than you like mine."
"Awww, you're jealous. That's so cute." To complete Shepard's mock sympathy she rubbed the maiden's hurt bottom as she assured, "Don't you worry; you'll always be my number one girl. No matter how much more attractive the others may be."
The only thing keeping the increasingly pissed asari from reacting irately was the suspicion that was exactly what the infuriating human wanted her to do, so instead she growled through clenched teeth, "Thank you, Commander."
With a chuckle Shepard wrapped her arms tightly around the maiden's neck and after a kiss on the cheek whispered, "Just joking. In my eyes there's only one who matches your beauty and none who surpass it. Though, you could look like an elcor's ass and I'd be no less attracted to you."
A slight grin found its way to Liara's lips, "Why can't you be this nice all the time?"
"Where's the fun in that?" the woman scoffed, pulling away to turn toward the elder asari with renewed confidence and focus. "Now then, where was I?"
The Commander went right back to the matriarch's chest, though this time she would remain somewhat clinical with her prodding. She forcefully yanked the straps of the loose tank top off Samara's shoulders, pulling them down until they reached the elbows and left the magnificent, blue bust completely exposed. Then with rotating wrists she simultaneously gave a series of soft slaps to the undersides of both lovely orbs to see how much they'd jiggle. It sort of seemed like she was testing for something; either way, it was fun. After she got her fill she turned her hands over to land a pair of sharp strikes directly to still semi-stiff nipples. Didn't get so much as a flinch out of the hardened warrior. A little disappointing to get no reaction, but she had plenty of other things to try.
Shepard scooped up both breasts, thumbs once again playing over the dark nubs in their centers and called over her shoulder, "Come here, Liara."
With overwhelming apprehension the maiden replied hesitantly, "Yes, Commander."
"Don't worry, I'll be nice," the human's words instilled quite the opposite feelings, so she added while lifting one of the blue boobs in her hands, "All I want is for you to have a taste and tell me how it is."
Liara couldn't tell if the request was further teasing, making her show submission to Samara, or good role-playing, with Shepard avoiding doing it herself; so it was with some trepidation the junior asari leaned over to take a quick lick and report, "It tastes..."
The Commander interrupted, "No no, that's not good enough. You have to really get in there and give it a nice, long suck."
"Very well."
The matriarch's sensitive, little nub disappeared between the maiden's plump, round lips and Shepard witnessed one of her more depraved dreams play out; one she would never share with either of her lovers. In the deeper recesses of her mind, where facts and reality never tread, she theorized asari nursed their children until they were in their twenties. So she occasionally fantasized about a fully grown Liara curled up, suckling at Benezia's titanic teat or Morinth, Rila and Falere fighting to feed from Samara's equally amazing breasts. It was incestuous and wrong and three of those family members were dead and she felt guilty as hell, but it still turned her on to an unbelievable degree.
It was best that neither asari knew what the reason for their embrace was; it would have completely killed the mood. On the other hand, they both had their own dark desires lurking in the depths of their imaginations, so wouldn't have been too judgmental about it. Ignorance wasn't a bad thing in this case. Samara quite liked the attention being paid to her chest and the interactions between her two young lovers. Confusion blunted Liara enjoyment a bit, especially once Shepard adjusted grips to stroke her back while still holding the mature breast to her lips. She decided to continue suckling until directly told to stop.
It would be a couple minutes before the Commander grew bored and pulled the maiden away, "So, how is it?"
Having no idea how to elaborate Liara went with, "Very good. A bit salty, I guess."
The odds of getting anything interesting out of the creativity-strapped asari were low so Shepard moved on, "Alright, you may step back and I'll continue my inspection."
The tank top had lost all purpose and was just in the way by that point, but rather than pull it up over the matriarch's head the Commander gave several hard, downward yanks. The garment was so loose to begin with that it wasn't a terrible challenge, only momentarily delayed by the feminine curve of Samara's hips. To do away with the shirt she had to bend over, putting her eye at navel level so the midriff was the obvious next body part to be surveyed. She got a good, close-up look at her new property's trim stomach, brushing a butterfly kiss against the bellybutton before straightening back up. The small dip didn't remain unattended for long as her fingers quickly replaced her lips.
Shepard rubbed the flat, blue stomach, feeling for every abdominal muscle while she stepped around to Samara's side. She wanted to make an assessment of the back too, though there wasn't a whole lot for her to do besides take a quick look and feel. So it didn't take long for her gaze to drop down to the yet to be revealed portions of the matriarch and her hand slipped smoothly from the perfectly postured spine to the simply sublime cheeks still concealed beneath white cloth. To build up a little anticipation she didn't immediately reach inside, instead cupping a tight cheek through the fabric. This time, she managed to prevent the hormones from taking over her brain as she fondled, but still needed a small boost to keep her on track.
With one hand full of buns Shepard commented, "You'll be happy to know Liara, that here, you are bigger."
It took the maiden a moment to realize her human 'love' had just implied she had a big ass and another moment to calm herself enough to reply through clenched teeth, "I am overjoyed to hear that, Commander."
"I thought you would," the smile on the woman's face was practically beaming.
Shepard sacrificed her hold of the tight posterior to step around to the front of her new prize. Her fingertips slid down from the flat, blue stomach to curl in the waistband of the white pants. With her other hand she scooped up one of the dangling ends of the drawstring and slowly pulled. The knot undone, she was able to take a peek at the treasure within; she only took a peek because she couldn't stop her fingers from immediately reaching in to feel the smoothness of the matriarch's quim. She gave the mons a few loving pets before venturing further to fully cup Samara's core and was quite pleased with what she discovered.
"Enjoying yourself old girl?" the Commander asked even though the answer was wetting her middle finger as she ran it up and down the asari's heated slit. "Mmmm, yeah you are. Bet it's been awhile since you've been touched like this."
"Records show she has been a Justicar for at least four hundred years," the maiden off to the side chimed in.
"What a shame, letting a body like yours go to waste like that." The human was looking the matriarch dead in the eyes. "We're going to have to make up for lost time; may need to get the whole crew involved."
Again Liara interjected, "Well, you did promise Jack another playmate, after she broke the last one."
The ad-lib got Shepard to throw a big smile back over her shoulder then try to get another out of the creatively challenged asari, "And how is Tali doing by the way?"
"Fine," the maiden flatly stated, but a role of the neck from the human prompted her to elaborate, "Oh, I mean... uh... Dr Chakwas informed me that Tali's rear end would be okay... soon."
Apparently the one off-the-cuff remark was all the young doctor was good for, but the Commander still gave her another chance, "She probably doesn't want to go back to Jack, but still, I have to keep all you little aliens on a leash. So, any suggestions on a handler for our adorable, quarian engineer?"
Liara did not take the bait to add to the fantasy and simply replied, "I'll ask around and get back to you."
With an eye roll Shepard returned to the asari at hand. Samara's stoic stare had yet to crack, though the human could tell it was not the same as the one used during their previous failed session. There was an ease to the matriarch's expression, an impression that she had a chance to bring passion to it. Perhaps a kiss would do it, but it was too early for such affections, though she was desperate to try. She just loved those violet lips so much. Even going in for a peck would be playing with fire and she was already overheating because of their complete role reversal. She was the one giving the reward instead of receiving it, which the matriarch hadn't actually earned she realized. It suddenly didn't feel right to her for them to be in that position, so she retracted her fingers, all of them, and the plain, white pants hit the floor.
"I want you to put your knees against my bed a shoulder width apart." The Commander's order was immediately followed and with the subjugated asari facing away from her she gave her next instruction, "Now, kiss my sheets."
There was a moment of hesitation, but it wasn't long enough to require correction. Samara bent forward until first her elbows then forehead was pressed against the linens; she gave them a small peck though she doubted the order was that literal. Her lithe legs stayed perfectly straight even with her waist folded well past ninety degrees. Flexibility of course wasn't the only thing on display and she presented her body as best she could by adding a curve to her spine. Resistance would only hinder Shepard's ability to dominate, so she offered herself wholly. Her azure, ass and everything else was for the taking.
The sight and thereby invitation the bent over matriarch was giving was almost too much for Shepard to handle. She wanted desperately to just get down on her knees and worship the gorgeously splayed lips and cheeks. She absolutely could not give in to that temptation though. Not only was it important for this session, but also for her relationship with Samara in general. She had to be more than just a pet who mindlessly lusts after and submits to her owner; or at least have more control over when to act that way. Really, neither of them wanted her to fully give up her collar. So to better resist her submissive earnings she once again turned to her dominance booster, who was just as enamored by the display as she was.
Shepard was able to catch the distracted young asari off guard, sliding in behind her to slap a hand around her throat and sex before whispering, "Like what you see my pretty, little maiden?"
The fingers at Liara's jugular barely applied any pressure as they only sought to affect her posture; the ones buried in her crotch however were thoroughly molesting her azure through her tiny, white panties. "I'm sorry Commander."
"That over there is all mine." The powerful human squeezed her pet's labia a bit tighter as she added, "As is this."
"Yes Commander," Liara moaned, trying desperately to keep her hips from thrusting forward so as not to give her tormentor yet another victory.
The wiggling, blue buns pushing back into the woman's pelvis betrayed the alien's building pleasure all the same, "You going to be okay over here all by your lonesome?"
"I'll be alright," punctuated with a gasp.
"Your damp panties say otherwise."
Liara chose an odd defense, "Damp is an exaggeration."
In response the human's fingers moved from thinly covered azure to her completely bare, blue tummy. "Guess you won't be needing my attention then. I'll check back with you in the morning."
After a minute of arduous consideration the maiden whined, "What do you want me to do?"
"Go lay face down on the bed, arms under your head. I'll get to you when I'm done with her," the Commander ordered before releasing her dolled up pet with a parting swat on the ass.
Instead of immediately obeying, Liara turned to mumble something incomprehensible that started, "But I..."
"What was that? You trailed off there."
With plenty of embarrassment the maiden admitted under her breath, "I wanted to watch."
"Oh, so you want to watch, huh?" Shepard reached out to gently stroke a freckled cheek, an action viewed warily. "Well of course you can. You just stand right here and I'll come get you when I'm done."
When it became apparent the human was done talking Liara hesitantly asked, "That's it? You aren't going to make me do something awful or humiliating?"
"Of course not," the sincerity of the statement was hard to believe, there was definitely some underlying sarcasm in her voice. "You were honest with your desires and honesty should be rewarded."
Liara squinted at the woman, not yet ready to believe she wasn't being setup again, "Really?"
"Yes, really," Shepard dropped her teasing tone. "Be truthful with me and you'll be rewarded. Now just stand over here quietly and watch. Don't touch yourself though I'll take care of that myself."
The Commander sauntered toward her latest acquisition, being unable to see the matriarch's face made staying in character a far simpler task. Her out stretched fingertips made first contact, giving an upturned buttock a couple tickles before a sluggish step filled her palm with the mound of flesh. Her hand did not settle for even a second though, rather it seamlessly transitioned to the asari's hip as she slid in behind the prostrate alien. After taking a sturdy grip of the other she pulled them back to be flush against her own. She grinded her pelvis into the spread open nethers, rubbing the fly of her pants against increasingly excited, purple folds. Then after a final exaggerated thrust she went in search of new wonders to explore.
Using a touch balanced between light and forceful Shepard ran her fingers up the old matriarch's sides, taking a moment to count every rib along the way to the armpits. There she tried to coax a giggle by tickling the vulnerable bits of skin, but to no avail. Samara was too strong and asari scales were too rugged. Instead of wasting time with a futile tactic she moved up to the shoulders. Her gentleness disappeared as she dug her nails into the lithe, blue back and raked them all the way down to the pockets of her pants. As she went she could feel the spine arch further in an attempt to escape, muscles quake from the harsh sting and hips push back to show their approval. Immediately her hands reversed course to help soothe any lingering pain, minor as it may be.
Upon returning to the top Shepard paused, bracing her arms and some of her weight against the shoulders of the asari beneath her. Samara had told her several times before and after their last session that she did not have to be gentle, but that didn't necessarily mean she had to be rough. It had been centuries since the Justicar had experimented sexually, so neither of them was entirely sure how far the human should go. Though she doubted in her ability to be a domme, she was still more than willing to try in order to repay the elder asari for all she'd done for her. At least she had Liara to help boost her confidence when needed.
Not having to look into Samara's crystal-blue eyes assisted the Commander's topping efforts greatly. She slid her right hand over a few inches to grab the scruff of the asari's neck. Her grip tightened as she put more weight down on it, pressing the mature features of the matriarch further into the mattress. Holding the shoulder became redundant, so her free fingers went in search of something else to play with, which she found just around the corner. She scooped up a heavy, dangling breast, enjoying its weight and feel. Some gentle petting didn't remain sufficient for long and soon she escalated her treatment to a rough groping as she thoroughly kneaded the soft fleshy orb. After a few minutes she was full on mauling the vulnerable tit.
"This is mine now. I can play with it however I wish," to demonstrate Shepard clamped down on the nipple and twisted. "In fact, every inch of blue skin on this ship belongs to me and that includes every inch of you. But don't worry I take good care of my toys. I mean look how happy my pretty, little maiden is."
The Commander tightened her grip and forcibly turned her toy's head toward the scantily dressed, younger asari standing by the fish tank. Unsure what else to do Liara gave an awkward wave. Only a glance was allowed as the human quickly shoved Samara's face back into the mattress. She continued pinching and tweaking the matriarch's hard nipple, but to no effect. There wasn't a single show of neither pain nor pleasure. She wasn't sure what to do. While she pondered she shifted her grip from breast to hip, giving a tug to make sure it was tucked against her as tightly as possible. In that moment, an idea sparked the beginnings of plan.
Shepard straightened up, sliding her hand down the matriarch's spine on her way to securing firm holds of both bent hips then asked, "You enjoying yourself old girl?"
Silence was the only response Samara gave, even as her human mistress gyrated against her upturned rear.
"You really aren't going to say anything? Going to stay tough and not give in, huh?" The Commander's hips slowly swayed to and fro, forcing her prisoner's to go along. "I don't know if you heard me tell my pretty, little maiden about rewarding those who are honest with me. She wanted to watch me finish my inspection, so I'm letting her. I'm even going to give her a little something extra when I'm done here. So drop the tough act and let me know what you want. You might just get it."
It was tempting, but the Justicar would not give in to her captor so easily and remained tight lipped.
"Fine, be that way. I'll just finish up my inspection with a thorough cavity search and figure out what to do with you." Shepard then sunk down to her knees and what she found caused her to comment, "Oh I guess you are enjoying yourself; should have just said so. Too bad you didn't because then I could have rewarded you."
A huge smile widened the woman's cheeks as she settled in behind the bent over asari. Practically dripping, purple lips filled her vision and nostrils with utter bliss, but she managed to keep the reins on her libido. She didn't immediately feast on the tender flesh, instead mustered the self control to stay in character enough to carry out her inspection. As painful as it was, she tore her eyes from the heated azure to drop them down to where her hand was squeezing a fully flexed calf. Once she had at least grazed every scale between knee and ankle, she slid her fingers higher to feel the lithe muscles of Samara's firm, blue thighs. It quickly became more of a massage than anything else.
Shepard's hands were just three quarters of the way up the leg before her eyes got loose and returned to the prize at the asari's apex. While her unwavering stare stayed transfixed on the moisture azure her grip shifted to rub the backs of the thighs with flattened palms. Each stroke gained a little altitude over the previous until her fingertips grazed the lower boundary of the matriarch's tush. She retreated down once more, for the next time she made it to the blue cheeks she latched on, digging in her nails. Prying them apart gave her an unfettered view of the tight, dark rim nestled between. She literally licked her lips in anticipation of plundering the pair of treasures.
Diving into her prize would have to wait a moment as the human had one more thing to inspect before heading into the homestretch. The Commander's grip relaxed and she shifted the pressure to the pads of her fingers rather than the nails. Just for fun, she gave the blue behind several hardy shakes, though it was far too lean to do much jiggling. So with her first test a failure she moved onto the second and gave the right cheek a sharp smack. Not getting any real reaction she landed another one on the same exact spot which again didn't result in so much as a flinch. With the same hand she tried slapping the other side to little effect. She wasn't too keen on committing to a full spanking yet, so she alternated between buttocks a half dozen times before leaning in.
With a lot more freedom in how she went about being dominate Shepard was allowed to have moments of tenderness that she couldn't role playing a space pirate. Like a kid hugging her favorite stuffed animal she wrapped her arms around her obedient asari's hips, pressing her cheek against a much larger blue one. Being the huge Samara fangirl that she was she could have contently nuzzled the taut buttock for hours if not for the fact utter bliss was mere inches away. So after a few minutes of cuddling she turned her head slightly to begin planting kisses on the magnificent derrière. She pecked her way across the swell to the valley between mounds, above both points of entry. Her mouth remained nestled for a little while before she did a brief bit of motor boating and pulled back.
It wasn't a retreat however, just a repositioning. Shepard's separation from the blue scales of the matriarch lasted only an instant as her fingers wasted no time seeking warm confines to get lost in. Ring and middle slipped between well lubricated lips as easily as could be. She gave them a few wiggles, but quickly she realized they were not the body part she preferred to be wrapped in moist heat. Her digits were retracted so her tongue could surge, though they didn't go far. As the human's agile, pink appendage reached out her thumb dipped down to Samara's pearl.
The Commander had little interest in beating round the bush, not that an asari would have one, and delved into the delicious azure without a hint of restraint. Her tongue penetrated the silken entrance as deeply as possible, savoring each new millimeter she was able to reach. As she assaulted the moistened folds her thumb emphatically rubbed Samara's engorged clitoris. Despite the matriarch surrendering no obvious signs of euphoria Shepard could tell from the quivers of the sex on her lips climax was nearing. To help it along, as well as satisfy her own desire, she slid her free hand up the ancient alien's flat stomach to take hold of a dangling breast. She massaged the pliable orb with a firm yet loving touch, paying special attention to the sensitive tip, though her ministrations didn't get a chance to last that long. Within minutes there was a spasm against her mouth and a bit of extra moisture on her chin, signifying the pinnacle of a controlled ecstasy.
"That's it? Not a moan or groan or even a buckling of the knees?" Shepard huffed as she pulled back then got to her feet. "Stand up and face me."
Without a moment's hesitation Samara followed the ordered and assumed her normal posture with chin held high and back straight. Her gaze had no one else's to meet as the human was busy scooping up her discarded tank top to use as an impromptu towel to clean up with. The only hints of her orgasm were her slick inner thighs and crotch. Not a single one of her breaths were labored nor was there the faintest sign of flushness on her cheeks. She had mustered all her discipline to keep her climax as sedate as possible. She purposely didn't stop it however; she did what her captor demanded of her. The Commander wanted her to cum, so she did and nothing more.
"Liara, get on the bed like I told you earlier. You follow me," the slightly perturbed woman ordered before leading the older of her pets to her office alcove.
The matriarch continued being perfectly obedient and fell in behind the annoyed human. Around the corner on the floor between the desk and bathroom was a thinly padded mat. She had wondered why Liara put it there when they were setting things up. She wasn't sure if there was a plan mapped out beforehand, but apparently there was. The first time Shepard was able to set foot in the cabin was at the beginning of their scenario, so she wasn't sure how much preparation would have been possible or how willing her junior would be to help; the Commander's ideas often didn't work out too well for the maiden.
"You have two options," the Commander began as she turned to her newest alien plaything. "You can either sleep here on the floor next to the bathroom or in my big, comfy bed next to me and Liara. And to join us all you have to do is give me a kiss on the lips and ask me nicely."
Samara didn't bite, instead taking a seat on the mat cross-legged, ready to meditate. She was sticking to her role. Though, the response to her minor act of defiance was not what she expected. Assuming a pose much like the one she normally used with hands clutched behind the back at hip level, her human captor looked down on her with a bemused smirk. There was no indication any retaliation was imminent. Quite the opposite as once she was settled Shepard bent at the waist to place a delicate kiss on her crest.
As the Commander straightened back up she remarked, "Alright, if that's how you want it, goodnight then. I'll be waiting for you to change your mind. In the morning, I have a pretty, little maiden to reward tonight, plus I want to sleep in, so you'll be ignored if you come crawling to me before I get my eight hours. But anytime after that will be fine. And just to be clear, until you come crawling to me and ask nicely for me to play with you, I will ignore you. I have no use for rude, little asari who don't ask for what they want. And we both know what you really want. Anyway, see you tomorrow once you're ready to stop being a brat."
Having put the ball in the nude matriarch's court Shepard left with a smile and a wave. Honestly, it was kind of cheating to circumvent the resolute discipline of Justicar Samara to strike at her lover Samara's true desire to participate. If she didn't cut that corner though she wasn't sure how else to go about getting the asari to do what she wanted. Maybe once she settled into her role a bit better she could use more direct threats of punishment, but until then she would adopt a 'by any means necessary' mantra. At least she didn't have similar issues with her younger pet who was obediently waiting for her on the bed in the position she had dictated; giving her a view that was absolutely sublime.
Face down, toes together and hanging over the end of the mattress Liara's body created a curvaceous mountain range of unrivaled beauty. Draped across her trim back was the sheer, white fabric of her babydoll nightie while her matching stockings encased her legs up to mid-thigh; perfectly framing the bare blue between. The flimsy bit of lace she was using as underwear could not be considered any sort of covering as the body part she wished most to conceal, her tense cheeks, were on full display. The thong riding up her rear was a constant reminder of how exposed her buttocks were which made it impossible for her to relax them, especially when she heard approaching footsteps.
Staring at the maiden's clenched rear while undoing her belt made Shepard feel a bit like a perverted letch readying to pounce, though not enough so to get her to stop. She dropped her pants then tossed off her shirt to leave her in a pair of black boyshorts and white tank top. Nothing spectacular, but then again she hadn't really planned on anyone seeing her in them for long, so she didn't bother with anything fancy. Plus, in this scenario lingerie was something for pretty, little asari to wear to please their Commander, not the other way around.
Shepard started gently by brushing her fingers tips across stocking covered, blue feet which incited a few hushed giggles. It seemed Liara was ticklish, how interesting. To remove any doubt from her theory she dragged her nails along both insteps and sure enough another round of chuckles escaped the young asari's lips. This new tidbit would have to wait for later to be utilized however. After all, the maiden had earned a reward and what she planned to do with the information would be anything but. So instead of enacting laughter fueled torture she slowly ran her thumbs up the back of each soft, silk encased leg; her palms kept an inch from contact. She could feel every muscle flex as she passed over them; whether out of nervousness or want to impress she couldn't tell. It was cute either way.
It wasn't until she reached the border between bare and covered that the Commander shifted her grip to maximize the number of scales filling either hand. She wrapped her fingers around the backs of Liara's tightly knit thighs, giving them several lavish squeezes. Her grasp didn't weaken a bit so she could then push the soft flesh until the maiden had an exaggerated bubble butt. It was cute, but the natural curve of the blue posterior was far more appealing to her, though she was rather bias toward the young asari's regular form in every regard. The temporary ass lift wasn't her real goal however and abandoned it after a minute of ogling to go after her actual target; the thin, lacy strips on either hip.
The already large smile on Shepard's face got a lot toothier as Liara lifted her hips the second she began to tug on the frilly underwear. The thighs stayed firmly stuck together, but not enough to stop a flimsy string from passing between them. As she slipped the tiny lingerie down lovely, blue limbs she peaked up to see the back of the asari's crest pointing straight up; freckled cheeks burning against the pillows. The embarrassment must have stemmed from anticipation more than anything since being stripped of the minuscule thong only revealed little more than a thin strip of skin around the waist. Again the woman had to fight her bullying instincts and remind herself she was suppose to be giving a reward. Of course the best way to resist temptation was with a distraction and she had a perfect one right in front of her.
Liara was on edge as she waited for her human lover's next move and not in a pleasant sexual way, but in an impending doom sort of way. It was hard to trust Shepard with such a tempting target as her prone ass. So she hugged her pillow tight and braced herself to endure whatever diabolical torture, that would infuriatingly still end with her orgasm, the Commander was readying to inflict. Having her underwear taken away only made her dread deepen. They may have offered no protection against a spanking, but at least her orifices felt safer with them on. The vile woman could have easily scooped up one of the oversized toy she had seeded the room with earlier to shove up her virgin rear. Then it came, her legs pried open and the inevitable invasion seemed imminent. She gritted her teeth as her cheeks were pulled apart and her puckered rear entry was exposed to the light. What came next surprised her.
There was a kiss placed on the back of the maiden's leg, just below her rump. It had to be a trick though, buttering her up to lower her guard; then, bam, a dildo up the ass. A second smooch landed a bit higher, in a spot she wasn't sure whether to call her thigh or buttock. The light lick that immediately followed was definitely on the inner part of her left cheek. She wavered slightly, but managed to keep her defenses up which she thought would pay off when she felt teeth sink into the right side of her tush. Though, the bite didn't cause her any pain just gave a surprisingly pleasant amount of pressure. Her trust hadn't been earned yet; a smack, penetration or pinch could still be on the way.
It was Liara's preparation for harassment that inadvertently left her overly susceptible to the lick that lashed her crevasse. Her face popped off the pillow as the human tongue thoroughly explored every intimate inch at the apex of her thighs with one long swipe that didn't end until well past her rim. Then the lips doubled back to place a kiss directly on it, sending a shiver up her spine which Shepard quickly chased with a series of pecks. By the time the small of her back was reached the maiden's head was once again resting on the pillow; ear rather than face down. Her trust had been earned and she was awaiting the embrace of her lover, who annoyingly didn't do anything she hated.
The Commander kissed her way up the scantily clad asari's back, getting as far as she could before the increasingly bunched up babydoll nightie stymied her progress. To limit the seconds she had to stay separated from tiny scales she pulled back a fraction of an inch and jerked the sheer fabric underneath. Without losing her place she renewed her quest to peck her way all the way up to Liara's plump lips. Upon reaching the neck she laid down on top of the maiden, her body an inescapable cage. Her prisoner absolutely secure, she made her final claim and captured the alien's mouth.
After several minutes of making out over a blue shoulder Shepard whispered, "Ready for your reward my pretty, little maiden?"
"Yes, Commander," Liara groaned as she felt the human's fingers wiggle their way under her belly.
"I want to meld," she stated as her digits curled into her lover's heated azure.
It was a fairly unusually request from Shepard which prompted Liara to ask, "Why?"
"I want to know how much you're enjoying yourself."
The maiden squeezed the fingers tickling her core, "Isn't that obvious."
"Oh it is," the Commander chuckled. "I'm just not so sure on the why, though. And I don't trust you to give me a straight answer."
"Why would I... oh goddess," the young asari's question was interrupted when a particularly sensitive spot was found.
"Lie?" Shepard finished. "Because you don't want to admit how much me bullying, teasing and dominating you turns you on..."
"That isn't true," Liara cut in before the woman could complete her thought.
"Let's meld and find out for sure."
"That's cheating." The fingers so expertly manipulating her azure didn't seem too fair either.
"Like when you cheated to get my love confession?"
"I hate you," the maiden mumbled as she linked their minds.
A few seconds into their joining Shepard whispered, "Liar."
While the lovers merged the matriarch across the room listened. The words could not be discerned, but the moans that followed them were unmistakable. Samara eavesdropped for several minutes, enjoying the sounds of their passion, including an odd, lilting whine from Liara that she had never noticed before. Once she had her fill she straightened her back, cleared her mind and prepared to meditate; for the first time completely nude. Sleeping normally would be impossible in the pathetic mat she had been given and she was going to need her rest. The old alien had only so much sexual stamina to muster at any given time and once she went crawling to her captor she was going to need every last ounce of it. Though, the human playing on her true desires rather than those of her character was rather underhanded; as if simply ignoring her would actually have any affect if she were being true to her role. It did give her a better understanding of Liara's occasional annoyance at Shepard.
Nine hours later a shriek jolted Samara from her mediation. Though, jolted would be something of an exaggeration since her reaction was little more than a blink as her eyes returned to their normal state. About a half hour prior she had become aware that the young pair had awoken; the hushed clamor of their movements and voices barely penetrated the peripheries of her consciousness at the time as she contemplated higher meanings. It wasn't until the sudden, sharp squeal that her interest was fully captured. She listened intently trying to discern what the couple beyond her sight was up to. Mostly she heard forcefully contained squeaks and squawks from Liara with a few low rumbles thrown in that lead her to assume they were wrestling around a bit.
"I hate you!" followed by a flood of laughter gave Samara her answer.
Poor girl was being tormented with tickles, a harsh fate indeed. The innocent maiden had to be saved from the torturous fingers of her diabolical owner and the only way to do so was to give the maleficent human a new target on which to inflict her evils. Or at least that was the justification Samara would be going with to justify her leaving the mat and crawling over to her lover. Shepard may have cheated by going out of character and playing on her true desires, but she wouldn't; she had scruples. Plus the giggles hardly sounded forced, probably making her impeding interruption less than welcomed.
Just as the Commander ordered, the nude matriarch remained on all fours as she prowled around the desk and into the den area of the cabin. The exaggerated sway she gave to her hips and chest was wasted however as both maiden and human were facing the other way. Shepard was sitting on the couch draped over Liara, who was kneeling on the floor, back pointed toward the fish tank. The young asari had on a new outfit; a purple satin camisole with matching panties, both fringed with black lace. The continued tickling had the couple too distracted with each other to notice Samara's approach until she brushed the sweatpants covered leg of her new owner.
The woman only had a chance to turn her head before the matriarch planted a kiss on her lips and asked, "Will you play with me too?"
A minute later when the shock wore off Shepard replied, "Of course, but first you have to be a good, little asari and put on something pretty."
"Yes Commander," Samara replied with a bow of the head before crawling toward the bed area; the extra sway she gave her hips did not go to waste this time.
Four eyes followed the centuries-old posterior well into the next room and surprisingly it was the human's pair that broke away first, mainly to preserve the reveal of what outfit was chosen, but also to nudge the maiden at her feet, "Would you mind making breakfast?"
Liara's head immediately swiveled around, "What?"
"I just want a few minutes alone with Samara, is all," Shepard's tone was almost apologetic. "If that's okay."
After searching her lover's expression a moment the young asari begrudgingly answered, "Alright."
"Thanks," and she scooped the alien up for a quick kiss. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"How about you just not tease or bully me for the next couple days?"
That would be tough so Shepard slid her fingers down to squeeze Liara's covered azure and countered, "Isn't there something more interesting I could give you?"
"No."
"Can I at least still call you my pretty, little maiden?"
With an eye roll and head shake Liara said, "Fine."
The scantily clad asari then stood right up, but didn't get away before Shepard grabbed her around the waist and planted a big smooch high on her hip. Whatever aggravation she had gathered while being mercilessly tickled was dissipated by the single sweet gesture. As the Shadow Broker she could stare down politicians and threaten warlords with ease; a legitimate argument could be made that she was the most powerful person in the galaxy. Yet, she couldn't summon a fraction of that strength and fortitude when it came to this one human female and that was what annoyed her most of all. So despite being bullied for almost half an hour she happily bent down to return the kiss and do as she was told. By the goddess, maybe she really did enjoy it and really was a masochist.
To avoid provoking the maiden Shepard gave a parting rub on the fanny rather than a smack. Her gaze stayed with Liara as long as possible. The soft, blue form was always a treat to look at, especially when adorned with such a scant amount of clothing, but this time her leering served mainly as a way to keep her eyes from the other end of the cabin. She was desperate not to ruin her first time seeing Samara in lingerie by peeking over too soon. To better fight temptation she slid over to the bend in the couch, obscuring where the matriarch was preparing with a bulkhead. As she attentively waited, too excited to recline, she considered whether or not to slip off her sweats. It would be nice to have as much skin to skin contact as possible, but there was also something to be said for building to it. Her mind drifted off into lust fueled fantasies that consumed the remaining time it took the elder asari to dress.
Shepard was taken a bit off guard when she was suddenly asked, "Is this pretty enough Commander?"
A heart attack nearly ended the great, galactic hero's life as the shock of seeing her beloved in red lingerie, that was slightly reminiscent of Justicar armor in its color and shape, almost overwhelmed it. Never had she seen the body she worshiped so tantalizingly displayed. The matriarch had chosen to wear a bust accentuating basque that created cavernous cleavage the likes of which Shepard hadn't seen since Noveria. It took awhile for her to tear her eyes from the immaculate pair of breasts and wander down to the lace encased midsection that the long corset was hugging rather than conforming. Peeking out from below the frilly lower hem were attached garters that were in turn clipped to thigh-high stockings. Nestled in the center of it all was a pair of satin panties that the former marine would have adored to see the back of if her brain wasn't flooded by hormones and was fully functional.
Shepard stared dumbly for a full minute before she remembered she could order the gorgeous, old alien to do stuff. Temporarily unable to speak she instead communicated what she wanted by leaning back and patting her thigh. Wearing an amused grin, Samara sauntered across the room on stiletto heels and took a seat in the Commander's lap. The human released a happy, little hum as the weight of the asari settled on her legs, though it took a few readjustments for them both to find comfort in the arrangement. Blue arms naturally fell around her neck while she had some trouble figuring out what to do with her own. She just wanted to squeeze everything all at once and wasn't sure which side to focus on. To her right was the unequaled splendor that was a matriarch's chest; to her left was a pair of flawlessly decorated legs no sapient life form could deny the magnificence of; then of course there was what lay between the two sides to consider. As her mind considered all the lurid possibilities her eyes sought what she really wanted.
Lost in Samara's gaze Shepard confessed, "You're so beautiful. I love you so much."
"And I love you too, with all my heart."
Their mouths were inextricably drawn together, bonding the pair in a passionate embrace. As the lip lock deepened the Commander completely forgot about the indecision that had gripped her mere moments ago. Her hands became little more than tools to hold Samara as tightly as possible, wrapping one around the matriarch's shoulders while the other went for the far blue hip. It was actually a new experience for them, never had they simply made-out for any extended amount of time. They kissed for any number of reasons, but never really for its own sake. When they did Shepard always took a submissive role and accepted everything her owner did, rarely giving as good as she got. This time however, she playfully wrestled the asari's tongue for dominance, something she could have done all day if a cleared throat hadn't distracted her.
The cuddling couple parted, then in unison looked over to see Liara patiently waiting with a large tray in hand, "Breakfast."
Shepard stared dumbly at the maiden for a moment then looked down at the scantily dressed body in her lap, she wasted it. There were so many things she could have done while alone with a lingerie adorned Samara and she didn't do any of them. All they did was kiss. Sure it was a great kiss, but they could have done that any time. It was practically criminal that nothing the matriarch was wearing had even been ruffled. If only she could keep her libido in check or at least retain a few more faculties when it took over. She never would have guessed love would have such an effect on her. Romance wasn't really a factor in her life before, but after the war it became one of the most important. It was odd how quickly and dramatically her priorities shifted. Facing the end of the world really changes a person she guessed.
With the human in a stupor it was up to the asari in her lap to comment, "Well it looks absolutely delicious."
"Thank you," Liara replied with a momentary bow of the head. "This particular dish was a favorite of mine when I was a child. I hope you like it."
There was uncertainty on the maiden's face as she suddenly realized she wasn't sure where they were supposed to be eating which drew Samara to immediately offer assistance, "Here let me help you with that."
The matriarch swung her pumps around to put on the carpet, but when she began to stand two strong arms wrapped around her midsection. There was no way she could overpower the human, especially in that position so she didn't bother trying. As she was about to ask what her Commander demanded of her a cheek nuzzled her bare shoulders, causing her pause. It took her a second to realize Shepard was hugging her like a child would her favorite stuffed animal. Suddenly she was unsure whether to say something or just leave the woman to snuggle her in peace. Luckily she didn't have to ponder her choices for long. The human soon braced a foot against the corner of the coffee table and pushed it a leg's length away, then slid off the couch to sit on the floor; the mature asari still tightly clutched.
After one big final squeeze Shepard allowed Samara to slip from her lap, she then patted the flooring on her other side, "You can sit here Liara."
"Very well," the maiden replied with a smile and set her tray on the table before taking her position next to the Commander, who gave her a peck on the cheek as soon as she was within range.
The sweetness was put on hold when the non-Thessian saw what was on her plate, "What is this? Is that fish?"
"Yes, it's spa-pesce..."
Shepard interrupted, "Are those noodles?"
"Yes, is something wrong with that?"
"No," though there was a little bit of a whine in the human's voice. "I'm sure it's very tasty. It just doesn't look like something you'd have for breakfast though."
"What do you mean? I ate this at least once a week for breakfast when I was growing up. What did you think I was going to make?"
"I don't know. Like steak and eggs or something."
"Eggs!?" Liara was aghast. "You mean, like an undeveloped animal embryos?"
"Well, when you put it that way it sounds gross, but yeah."
"That's disgusting!"
Shepard's face scrunched up as she asked, "It is? Probably shouldn't tell you then that you've actually eaten quite a few of them."
"What?" some of the color drained from the maiden's face.
"I'd say like a third of the meals I've made had egg in them."
Distraught, Liara turned to her elder, "You knew about this?"
"I did, it is a food staple for many of the other races. I did not realize you were unaware of that. I am sorry, dear."
"Asari really don't eat eggs?" Shepard turned to the matriarch to her right since the maiden to her left didn't seem too willing to talk at the moment.
"Our ancestors did long ago, I am unsure when eating eggs became a taboo though. For you an equivalent would probably be eating a bug."
"Which Liara made me do," the Commander quickly accused. "I looked up what was in those spring rolls we ate on our date. A giant underwater spider is not the same thing as a crab!"
"Now girls," the matriarch quickly stepped in to ease the tension. "It was a simple cultural misunderstanding. Neither of you meant any harm..."
Liara chimed in, "Have you met her?"
"What's that suppose to mean?"
This was why Samara spaced out the births of her children, "Please, let us not ruin our meal and day with such pointless squabbling."
In unison the two younger women whined, "Fine."
The slight spat over the threesome settled in for a fairly normal meal. At first there was some attempt at playing their roles, but were quickly undone by Liara's lack of creativity and Shepard's excess of libido. They gave up on the game and chatted about nothing of importance, having a wonderful giggly time. So the only real difference between this and any other morning of late was the odd seating arrangements and racy wardrobes; both of which the human eagerly exploited. Whenever a hand was free it invariably made its way to the bare part of a blue leg, its favorite place high on the inner thigh. She also took every opportunity to peck a shoulder, cheek or neck. For lips she lingered long enough for it to be considered a smooch. And more than once she was caught looking down a frilly top instead of paying attention to what was being said. She wished she could always be that touchy feely.
Their conversation didn't end until an hour after their plates were empty at which point Liara began to clean up, but was quickly stopped by Shepard, "Those can wait."
"Wait for what?"
The Commander popped straight to her feet with the brightest of smiles, "Until we get out of the shower!"
Just a shake of the head, "How could I not see that coming?"
"No idea, you should know better by now." The woman then hopped over the table adding, "You two get undressed and wait for me in the bathroom. I'll only be a minute."
"Where are you going?" Liara asked the back of her lover's head as it zipped out of the cabin.
"Don't worry about it," and she was gone.
"Oh no, she has a plan."
"I am sure it will be amusing at least," the matriarch commented as she got to her feet. "Though, it does seem my outfit went to waste."
"I'm sure she'll stick you in a new one afterward."
The elder asari casually commented as she kicked off her shoes, "One can only hope."
"Hope?" Liara asked while heading to the bathroom. "You like being dressed up like this?"
"After wearing the same set of armor for over four centuries, having some variety in my wardrobe is quite nice." Samara immediately began undoing her basque as soon as she stepped through the door. "But what I like even more is how adorable Shepard is when she gets so worked up; especially when I am the cause of it."
"I guess I can't argue with that," the maiden begrudged as she popped off her camisole, but before she could reach for her bottoms something brushed her back.
As soon as the maiden turned the matriarch caught her with a kiss then said, "And I like how adorable you are as well."
A blush tinted freckled cheeks as Liara looked away, "Oh... well... thank you."
With a chuckle Samara pulled her young lover in for a longer, more sustained embrace, but the suddenly shy maiden didn't immediately return it. So she tightened her hug until there was no other choice but to return it. A sigh filled her ear, lips nuzzled her neck and blue arms softer than her own wrapped around her body. It was important to remind Liara that they too had a relationship, one that would hopefully deepen as time went on. After all the differences in how long each had known or been involved with Shepard and one another was minute. If they worked at it eventually they would all share an equal connection. The pair of topless asari couldn't hold each other too long though as they had no idea when the scheming Commander would return. They parted with another kiss, the matriarch taking a seat on the toilet in order to remove her stockings; her junior watching quite intently as she slowly slid them down her legs. She would have teased it out longer if she had known the constantly amorous woman's return wasn't imminent.
They had to wait a few minutes, giving them enough time to put their various discarded undies on the desk just outside as well as make sure the towels were fresh. Then all the bare, blue aliens could do was stand around, avoiding further contact with each other as they surmised getting caught would earn them some sort of punishment. Samara was tempted to anyway, curious what Shepard would do to them, but that seemed unfair to Liara; the girl already got enough harassment. Her window to make a move didn't last long as finally the door opened. What they saw neither was ready for and after absorbing it for a couple seconds they both had the same reaction. The Justicar and Shadow Broker burst out laughing.
Shepard stood there in the most heroic of poses; shoulder back, feet apart, head held high with one fist on her hip and the other holding up a wooden pole. Though instead of a flag or spear, as dozens of statues across the galaxy did, she held a mop and instead of armor or a dress uniform she wore her navy blue bikini. While it was quite modest, the top covered her from neck to sternum and the bottoms were conservatively cut, it wasn't exactly suitable for immortalization in marble or bronze. The red plastic bucket bumping against her leg also didn't help too much either. Her proud yet stoic facial expression would have worked fine if it not for the goggles strapped to her forehead.
"Alright girlies, line up!" the Commander proclaimed. "Backs straight, feet a shoulder-width apart and hands on your heads."
Samara's chest still vibrated with chuckles as she followed the order while the pessimistic maiden beside her asked, "Why do you have a mop?"
"Because I'm a good owner who takes proper care of her pets," Shepard began filling the sink. "Including making sure they're clean and healthy. So, I'm going to give you both a bath."
"That doesn't explain the mop." Liara's hands were slowly making their way to the top of her head.
"Don't worry about it," contradicted by an evil grin and the head of the instrument being dunked in the near overflowing basin.
"You promised not to bully me."
"This isn't bullying. I'm giving you both the same treatment," the former did not necessarily dismiss the later.
"You aren't going to slap us with it or anything right?"
With a far more serious tone Shepard sincerely asked, "Do you really think I'd hurt you?"
It took less than a second for the calming maiden to answer, "Of course not."
"Good," the Commander smiled, pulled down her goggles then lifted the fully soaked mop from the sink.
Wide-eyed Liara watched the dripping clump of strings close, the instant the first big splash hit she cringed then shrieked, "It's freezing!"
Holding the head of the mop directly over the maiden Shepard halfheartedly apologized, "Sorry, didn't want to wait for it to heat up,"
"The water heats up instantly!" the shivering alien immediately retorted.
"Oh hush, I'll warm you up soon enough. Now close your mouth, wouldn't want a string to accidently get in there."
Liara had a few more things to say but the quickly descending mess of moist strands forced her silence. Her whole face scrunched up, lids and lips shut, as the frigid fibers encased her head. The tips brushed against her shoulders, sending cold beads of water cascading down her body. Natural defenses kicked into gear, tightening her skin and tensing her muscles. No odor at least, fresh out of the package most likely. Plus, she had to admit if not from the low temperature the soft, wet strings would have felt pretty nice, very soothing. Just as she was getting used to the sensation the mop disappeared and her eyes sprung open. To her great annoyance her ordeal wasn't over, the Commander was just rewetting it.
It was a good thing the entire bathroom was basically one big shower stall because Shepard was getting water everywhere. Not only was there the torrent falling from her custodial equipment but the sink was beginning to overflow. Despite it being impossible to do any damage to her surroundings she was still being extra careful. She only wanted to get the two asari wet, in more ways than one, not hurt them. So very gently she poked Liara in the belly with her mop. It took only a couple swipes back and forth to completely moisten the trim midriff, meaning she didn't have to wait too long before getting to head to higher ground. A goofy grin spread her cheeks as she was able to use the end of her tool to push up one of the maiden's magnificent, blue boobs. After staring for perhaps a second too long she resumed her work of delicately scrubbing her alien love.
The experience was turning out not to be as bad as Liara initially thought it would be. Her body had adapted to the freezing temperature and Shepard's surprisingly gentle touch made it seem more like a weird spa treatment than the torture she braced for. It even tickled a bit when the mop scrubbed under her arms. She liked it enough to stop worrying which of her parts would receive attention next. So having the soft, wet clump of strings rubbed against her legs caused nary a concern, until she felt it climbing up her inner thigh. Her eyes widened to saucers as her azure was brushed, but only a few light swipes were made before the goggled human's attention shifted away.
"I'll come back to that later," Shepard commented as she returned her mop to the sink. "You ready old girl? It's your turn now."
"Yes Commander," the matriarch stated then closed her eyes and even tilted her head back slightly.
There wasn't so much as a flinch when the frigid water rained over Samara's mature features, prompting the human to remark, "There's a good girl. You could learn a lot from her Liara."
"You could warm up the water," the still dripping maiden replied.
"Remember punishing isn't the same thing as bullying young lady," followed by a look that put a kibosh on any further complaints.
The banter over, Shepard could turn her full attention to her work. Same as with the first asari, she began by simply lowering the saturated strings down around the head. Tiny streams of cold water raced down the centuries-old body, each blazing a trail the woman would have loved to follow with her tongue. Especially the few that managed to make it all the way to the matriarch's hardening nipples. When the flows tapered to trickles she flipped her mop around and dunked it in the spilling sink. In the few seconds it took to soak her tool she decided to try a different tactic this time around, so started at the feet. She moistened up to the knees with one slow swipe per leg, doubled back and used the same stroke for both thighs, then, unlike with Liara, she went straight for the prize nestled between them.
Shepard pushed the cold collection of string as far as she could into the space between the spread, blue legs. Once she felt she could go no further without causing discomfort or requiring repositioning she lifted slightly to maximize contact with the delicious azure. Maintaining firm pressure she pushed the mop up the center of Samara's body, eliciting a sharp intake of air. At a snail's pace the goggled woman dragged the wet collection of fibers over the taut stomach. Her eyes were transfixed as the head of her instrument slid along the sternum pushing the wondrously heavy breast aside. She went all the way up to give the matriarch's face a second cold coating of water before reversing course to moisten the parts on the sides she had missed. A few swipes later the fronts of both her pets were properly damp.
The Commander took a step back and pronounced, "Alright girlies, turn around and put your hands against the wall."
There were no complaints this time and both girlies turned around, each in their own way. Liara did a quick little twirl then put her palms just below shoulder height, giving her back a sixty degree slant. Despite her lack of hesitation in adopting the position her tightly clenched ass revealed she may have still held a few reservations about the situation. Samara on the other hand adopted a more measured pace, adding an exaggerated sway to her hips as she rotated. In no hurry she braced each arm separately and spread her feet slowly. Then she bent over, lower than the younger asari beside her, but apparently the pose wasn't good enough.
Shepard ordered, "Spread your feet wider, until your pressing against one another."
"Yes Commander," the asari accidently said in unison before sliding their heels out until they met midway between them.
The shared reply encouraged the former marine to channel her inner drill sergeant, "Now stick those fine, little, blue bums out for me."
"Yes Commander," both pet aliens complied by thrusting their hips back, but without moving their hands.
However, "No, further than that."
"Yes Commander," they tried following the order by curving their spines and turning their bottoms up.
"Still not good enough," Shepard chided before pressing the length of her mop's handle across their shoulders. "You should be low enough for this to stay on your backs without me holding it."
"Yes Commander."
In order to get their spines parallel to the floor the two subordinate asari carefully walked their hands down the wall until they were at waist level. They felt a slight push from the wood shaft pressed against their shoulders, but not enough to force them to rush. The pace was theirs to set Shepard just wanted to encourage them along. Samara reached the desired position first; the entire length of her arms at the same height as her hips which were bent slightly acute so her rear was further out than her heels. Liara paused when her elder came to a stop and looked over to see her palms still had a few inches to go before they were even with the matriarch's. Much to her surprise, and relief, the pose turned out to be much easier to hold than she would have guessed. The Justicar beside her already knew, experience from her mercenary days.
Shepard cautiously let go of the wooden shaft, a bit concerned that the soaked end would through off its balance and send it to the floor. Rather than fall it simply rolled into the curve at the small of the bent over aliens' spines. With her pets being so kind as to hold onto the mop for her she was able to slid her goggles up to her forehead, she wanted a perfectly unobstructed look at the lovely sight before her. Although she wasn't quite done with the initial rinse she couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation. Plus, allowing them to warm up a bit would make the second dousing of cold water much more of a shock.
All four cheeks got a squeeze and a pat before the human slid her fingers into the crevasses between, running them over a pair of extremely puckered holes on the way to equally tight slits. The frigid water had sapped any signs of physical arousal from the two azures, so Shepard kindly cupped them to help warm them up. After simply holding them for a few seconds she began to gently rub without letting even a sliver be exposed to the air. It took a little while but eventually she felt the asari sexes loosening up, though not enough that penetration would be entirely pleasant. She just hoped her mini massage would provide some satisfaction.
"What good girls I have; so obedient and pretty. Even though one of you can get a bit lippy at times," tightening her grip on one of the azures to emphasis.
The added pressure on her nethers spurred Liara to say, "Sorry Commander."
"That's alright my pretty, little maiden I forgive you," and hardily rubbed the alien's blue tush.
It was a nice gesture, but the young doctor preferred the human's hand rubbing against her folds than wrapped around her rear. She knew Shepard couldn't keep her perverted fingers out of her for long though and waited for their inevitable return. Just as she predicted less than a minute later the terrestrial digits were once again playing with her increasingly excited sex. She was so happy to have them back she barely noticed that for a moment both her azure and butt were being fondled simultaneously. Nor did she pay much attention when the palm left her cheek, then the mop her back a second later. All she cared about was what was happening between her legs, or at least until a frigid jolt of water blasted her.
The shriek and collapse of the maiden beside her instantly drew Samara's attention, leaving her just as susceptible to a surprise attack. A second freezing splash lashed her along the spine and she too crumbled to the floor with a scream, though unlike her young friend she found it exhilarating. It had been a very long time since she had been caught so completely off guard without immediately being put in mortal damager. Once the initial shock faded a thin grin curled her lips and her eyes darted up to catch Shepard's looking back, them beaming with pride. The Commander's expression the same as the one used so often after claiming a victory over Liara; it was the first time it had been directed at the matriarch.
After a few seconds of watching the two asari shiver on the floor Shepard barked, "Alright girlies, that's enough of a rest, back to your feet."
Liara shot up, but of her own volition, "You lied! You said you wouldn't do that sort of thing anymore!"
"I didn't lie. That wasn't bullying."
"I'm not playing anymore!" the century old alien huffed like a child ready to take her ball home and started for the door.
A hand on the belly quickly put a halt to the maiden's march, then the Commander tried placating, "Come on Liara, let me warm you up, which I couldn't do if you weren't cold."
After a moment of thought she backed down, murmuring, "I hate you."
"Anyway," ready to get back to work Shepard pulled her goggles back down. "Because of that little temper tantrum, old girl, you're up first. Get under the showerhead, an elbow on each wall. And as for you my pretty, little maiden; put your hands on your head like you did before and stand over there. I'll come get you when I want you."
The asari immediately followed the orders they were given. A still cold, still annoyed Liara took her place by the toilet and posed as she did when she received her first mopping; hands on head, feet spread. As her junior pouted, Samara happily sauntered to the corner under the faucet and braced an elbow against each wall, an arch to her spin to better present her rear. A few seconds after she heard the sink turned off her invitation was taken and a strong hand enveloped her firm left cheek. It didn't stay long however, quickly brushing over her hip on its way to the water controls. Before she could be disappointed by the brevity of the contact, the muscle-bound body of her lover pressed against her back, a hot breath against the nape of her neck.
"How am I doing this time, ma'am?" Shepard asked.
"Much better," Samara replied. "And to think, all it took was a mop to bring out your inner domme."
"That just makes it sound weird," scoffed the goggle wearing woman before turning on the water.
Warmth washed over the matriarch as Shepard took a step away. Knees locked, butt pointed the maiden's way she bent down to reach into the bucket she brought. She scooped up a luffa and bottle of soap; she squirted one into the other then worked up a lather. Once she stood up her interest in giving Liara a show vanished as all that mattered was what she would be doing to Samara's beautiful body and paying any mind to providing a good view would hamper that. She started innocently enough by scrubbing the shoulders, her free fingers resting just above the waist, using steadily growing loops to dip further and further down the spine until she reached the small of the back. She inverted her grip to delve into the valley between the old asari's pert cheeks.
Slowly the Commander slid her sudsy luffa deeper into the crux of the alien's legs. As she ran her fingers over the sensitive rim she applied a little extra pressure, which much to her surprise elicited a soft groan from its owner. Thrown off a bit by the reaction she retreated back up to the upper swells of the asari's blue bottom for a moment before renewing the intrusion. She didn't shy away from teasing the rear entry again, but still didn't dwell there, instead moving on to what lay just around the corner. When she reached her ultimate goal Samara released a more blatant moan and pushed back against her hand as she began to thoroughly clean the matriarch's azure, using more effort on it than on the entire expanse of skin that had preceded it.
After a tender scrubbing of the vulva Shepard narrowed the focus of her silky soft luffa in on Samara's delicate folds and though she couldn't see what she was doing the human had no trouble expertly pleasuring her lover from behind. She knew she didn't have to be terribly gentle and rubbed the ancient, nether lips briskly which caused the sponge to lather even more, sending a cascade of foam down firm inner thighs. Soon resting on a blue hip wasn't good enough for her other hand and it went in search of something more interesting to latch onto. First it slithered up the side to tickle under the asari's arm, but got no reaction. Then, instead of going for the obvious, she slid a flattened palm across lithe back muscles to the spine and traced it all the way down to the base. She only lingered there a moment, that general area was already receiving enough attention, before sliding her fingers up again to grab the old alien's shoulder.
Samara hardly noticed the hand by her neck, the one between her legs was doing far more interesting things, until she felt a squeeze. The tightening grip was the only warning she was given before she was yanked back forcibly enough for there to be an audible slap when she struck the woman behind her. It was hard to complain too much about the rough treatment given it resulted in her being pulled against the hard body of her lover and two strong arms wrapping around her. The luffa left her core to slip around to wash her toned stomach. Her azure wasn't left alone for more than a second however as soon a pair of fingers was molesting her clitoris with fervor. Her hips bucked and head fell back, her crest hooking the human's shoulder which left her neck open to an oral assault. Lips latched on to her nape at the same moment the sponge finished the couple swipes it took to clean her midriff and moved up to her chest. The addition of having her nipples toyed with quickly pushed her right up to the edge.
With the matriarch teetering on the brink of ecstasy the Commander dropped the luffa and whispered, "Time for the rinse."
Hand still covered in suds, Shepard reached for the detachable showerhead; a feature she did not have on any of the actual Normandys, but would remain on the fake ones in the name of guest comfort. She pointed the water directly at Samara's soapy rack and delightedly watched the ribbons of lather run down her captive's trembling, blue form like foam across a choppy sea which turned turbulent when she flipped on the pulse setting. The body in her arms convulsed when the initial spray struck its core directly. Then it was just a matter of honing in on the sweet spot. She already had intimate knowledge on pleasuring her lover so could easily discern her success by the reactions she wrung out. Breaths became increasingly shallow and jerks became more frequent until she found the perfect angle and everything went ridged. When a sharp gasp drilled directly into her ear she knew climax had been achieved.
The lack of overt passion from the Justicar was often disappointing for Shepard, but it was something she had to accept. Samara was the epitome of reserved and nothing would change that; except maybe a frigid blast of water. At least the Commander got to feel the blue body in her arms shiver and quiver through the aftershocks of bliss. She quickly turned off the showerhead and hung it over the knobs to give the limp alien a big bear hug, rubbing her cheek against the stretched out neck of her lover. Once again the woman was treating the centuries-old matriarch like a childhood stuffed animal. After a minute of innocent cuddling, the head on her shoulder slowly rolled over to begin placing little pecks on the side of her face.
Shepard commented, "I think that should just about do it."
"Yes, I feel quite clean and refreshed now," the matriarch's breath had already recovered.
The hug slackened and Samara took the opportunity to wiggle free, only so far as it took to spin around. She didn't even leave the range of the Commander's elbows. Once face to face she planned on a loving embrace to punctuate their intimacy, but before that could happen, the goggles had to go. They were kind of cute and not at all attractive. With a flick of the wrist she flipped the offending eyewear from her lover's hairy head, somehow managing not to yank even a single strand. Then a kiss became acceptable. She was again wrapped up by limbs that pulled her close, this time she returned the favor and encircle the human's neck. Their lips met for what would have been a far more tender moment if Shepard didn't immediately grab her ass with both hands.
Knowing her lover would most likely be sexually spent Shepard offered once their kiss ended, "Would you like to watch me wash my other pet or would you rather wait for us in the den?"
Her libido not being as young as it used to be, Samara replied, "If neither of you mind, I would prefer to rest a bit."
"Very well," one hand left a blue cheek to straight up the shower and turned it on, then the woman ordered the maiden across the room, "Here, get started without me."
"But..." Liara started to complain about the unequal treatment.
"But nothing, get your pretty, little behind under the water," the Commander barked before escorting the matriarch out.
After the door slid shut Samara commented as she grabbed a towel, "I do hope you will not be too rough with her."
"Don't worry, I'll be nice," Shepard replied before scooping up the mat the matriarch had meditated on the previous night. "When you get dressed, put on something comfortable that you can lounge around in for the rest of the day. Though, it should still be pretty and sexy... and kind of cute."
With an amused grin and fleeting kiss the asari replied, "I will do my best."
The Commander enjoyed watching the nude matriarch walk away for a moment before going back into the bathroom, where she was greeted by an equally lovely sight. As ordered Liara was under the shower in the same position Samara had assumed with an elbow against each wall. Her head hung low, allowing the water to beat on her shoulders and pour down her slender back. Dozens of miniature streams coalesced into a river that flowed through the valley of her upturned rear. Despite all her protests and complaints she was still eager to offer herself to the human, especially after witnessing what had just happened to her elder. In the back of her mind there was some slight concern she wouldn't receive the same treatment, but Shepard promised to be nice and she trusted the woman, mostly. A trust that was rewarded when a pair of strong arms slowly snaked around her so gently that she was barely surprised by their sudden presence.
"Ready for your cleaning my pretty, little maiden?"
"Yes Commander," she moaned, fingers teasing her nipple and navel.
Shepard retracted her limbs and stepped away, "Good, now go lie down."
Worry of betrayal flared in Liara, "What? What do you mean lie down?"
Pointing at a thin mat that wasn't there a minute ago the human replied, "I mean lie down, on your stomach, right there."
With a wary look cast the woman's way the naked asari shuffled over to the pad. She didn't want to turn her back on Shepard, thereby leaving her rear open to a slap or pinch, though she also realized she'd be completely defenseless once she was on the floor. The only precaution she could take was to lay down so she could keep an eye on the constantly scheming human who was busy filling a bucket with water from the shower. Liara stretched out on the matt that was barely soft enough to be comfortable and crossed her arms under her head, mouth resting on her wrist as she spied. It was difficult to remain too focused on surveillance however as memories of the last time she saw that particular bikini flashed through her brain.
After a few seconds the bucket was full, Shepard snatched up the bottle of soap and proceeded over to her awaiting pet. An adorably suspicious stare followed her as she strolled over then kneeled beside the blue beauty's bodacious body. She had no designs on harassment or abuse, not that Liara needed to know that right away. It would be more fun to let her young lover stew for a minute or two so she ignored the eye peering back at her and focused entirely on the twin round mounds in front of her; such an inviting target. She raised her hand to ear level, waited a second to allow her impending victim to get ready then sharply brought it down. In the last inch she put on the brakes to turn a harsh smack into the lightest of pats, though the maiden still flinched as if the full brunt had struck.
Liara had buried her face in her arms when she saw the hand begin to fall, prepared for a vicious slap. When a soft thump landed on her bum instead of a stinging slap her reaction stayed true to what she was ready for. It took a moment for her to then realize the blow didn't hurt at all, in fact Shepard's gently grope/massage felt rather nice. Her guard slowly dropped and her body settled, but only for a few seconds. As soon as the tension in her muscles released a thumb pad began rubbing her rear rim. Her eyes shot back over her shoulder then turned into saucers when she saw the human preparing a pair of fingers by sucking on them.
"What are you doing?" the maiden worriedly inquired.
"Hmmm?" Shepard mumbled before slipping the fingers from her mouth. "Oh, nothing."
When Liara felt her cheeks being pried apart she jumped up to her elbows and tried to roll her hips away, but the former marine was too fast. The slick digits disappeared into the crux of the asari's legs and slipped easily into her already lubricated azure. Escape was no longer a concern and she flopped back onto the matt. Her arms slid under her head to cradle it as her body melted. Shepard knew right where to go to make her eyes flutter and toes curl. She released a content sigh. The hand that had been toying with rear slid up to rub her back. Still she had to wonder what all the theatrics were about.
"What are you doing?"
"Fingering my girlfriend."
"I mean..." a sudden uncontrollable moan interrupted Liara for a moment. "...before. Were you teasing me?"
Shepard innocently asked, "Whatever do you mean?"
"You wound up like you were about to spank me, then you started rubbing my..." embarrassment caused her to trail off.
"Your what?"
"You know."
"Your back? You don't like having your back rubbed?"
"No, my..." Liara's voice lowered to a whisper, "my butthole."
Laughter burst from deep within Shepard, forcing her to retract both her hands as she instinctively covered her mouth.
"What's so funny?" the maiden asked as her hysterical lover literally fell over laughing.
Gasping desperately for air the dying woman barely managed to respond, "Butthole... You said... butthole... Liara T'Soni said butthole."
The young asari buried her blushing freckled cheeks in her arms, muttering, "I hate you."
After willing her chortles into remission Shepard leapt to her love's side, placing a kiss on a blue shoulder before whispering, "Awww, are you embarrassed because you said a naughty word?"
"No," Liara's face popped out from hiding. "I'm mortified to be involved with someone juvenile enough to laugh at a word like butthole."
"You said it again!" the human joyously roared before being overcome by another fit of giggles.
"By the goddess," was all the young doctor could manage to say in response.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'll stop. No more teasing." An unconvinced glare her way got Shepard to add, "I promise, I'm just going to wash you. No tricks."
Recognizing her lover's sincerity Liara playfully pouted, "But Samara got more than just washed."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," the bikini clad woman leaned in to steal a kiss before sliding over to the other end of the maiden. "All I did was, give her a thorough scrubbing then rinse her off."
"Oh is that all you did?" the young asari happily replied.
"Yes and that's all I'm going to do to you."
Having no doubt in her mind that the bullying was over, Liara settled in to be pampered. Though, giddy anticipation kept her from fully relaxing right way, it took a soapy washcloth caressing her calf to get her muscles to turn to putty. With meticulous care every tiny scale below her left knee was cleaned, including being picked up in order to reach her shin. The scrubbing was so thoroughly that even the bit of webbing between her toes got a once over. The process was repeated on her right leg with an equal amount of scrutiny applied before the strong yet tender hand slid up to stroke the back of her thighs. This was what she envisioned intimacy with Shepard to be like back on the original Normandy when she was still a naive archeologist with a schoolgirl crush on the heroic marine. The only way the moment could have been better was if some soft music were playing, the room was lit by a dozen or more candles and she had a staple gun for the human's dumb mouth.
"It is really hard to resist the temptation to give this beautiful butt a good spanking," Shepard commented as she pulled Liara's legs apart a little so she could kneel between them.
"Your restraint is appreciated," the maiden casually replied, unconcerned her lover would renege the promise not to bully her.
As she rewetted her cloth the Commander mentioned, "I should warn you, I'll use any excuse to take you over my knee today."
There was no point arguing with the woman, "Fine, just so long as it doesn't interfere with my bath."
"Really? And you won't get whiny afterward?"
Liara quickly contorted her body to make eye contact before exclaiming, "Whiny!? I am not whiny!"
"You can get a little whiny," Shepard then playfully pushed her peeved lover back down.
"I do not, but even if I did it would be your fault for constantly harassing me."
"Pfft," she scoffed. "You're plenty strong enough to stop me in any number of ways, yet you don't. I wonder why that is."
After a second of silence Liara mumbled, "You're such a butthole."
A great weight came crashing down on the maiden's back as the larger human collapsed on top of her in a hysterical fit. The mouth buried between her shoulder blades laughed so hard the entire length of her spine vibrated. She had no idea what was so funny about her saying a silly word and had to question why she was so attracted to a person immature enough to get so giggly about it. Almost none of the fantasies she had about what being with Shepard would be like came true which was probably for the best. Her imagination was awful and the romance she dreamed up would have been as dull as an elcor accountant.
A minute and a snort later Shepard finally came up for air, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I'll stop, promise."
"You already said that."
"I mean it." The Commander paused to take several deep breaths before explaining, "It's just you're so smart and respectable. It's weird hearing you say something like that. I guess my opinion of you is just too high."
"Or maybe you're just really immature."
"It can be two things. I can be a juvenile idiot while you're a mature genius at the same time."
"So then the galaxy was saved by a juvenile idiot?"
"Not entirely," Shepard said as she moved her cleaning supplies to a more easily reached spot. "I was far more serious before and during the war."
"So you're telling me there was a point in time when a relationship with you wouldn't have involved constant teasing and bullying?"
"That'll teach for being a chicken shit too afraid to ask out the girl she likes." Then as she remoistened her washcloth added, "And constant is an exaggeration."
"Fine, excessive then."
"That still seems a bit harsh..." Shepard trailed off as her mind wander.
The little conversation had distracted the Commander from really taking in the supple, blue curves speckled with hundreds of tiny glistening droplets before her. It was basically the same position they were in the night before, but the hard surface beneath and utter lack of clothing on the young asari made a world of difference. The elegant contour of the spine that dipped below the shoulders before swelling up again like a wave at the buttocks was far more pronounced. Bulging out from under the rib cage to either side was a hint of the treasures pinned against the matt. As she leered her mind changed on her choice of tools or rather the choice of using a tool. She decided a more hands-on approach would be needed.
Again Liara conceded, "Annoying then."
"Alright, I'll buy that one." Then Shepard drizzled a line of liquid soap along the spine she had been admiring which caused a visible shiver to race through the maiden's prone body. "Still fun though."
"For you maybe," she replied with a sigh as ten strong fingers ran up her back.
While spreading the foaming oil around the Commander added, "And you too. You like our little game as much as I do. Well, almost as much as I do."
Liara's brain began to grow fuzzy when the human's hands shifted from lightly rubbing to firmly kneading her back, "We're supposed to be in a relationship, not playing some game."
"Oh, is that it?"
"Is what it?" the melting maiden mumbled.
Her extensive experience with Samara had made Shepard an excellent amateur masseuse with more than enough skill to turn the younger of her lovers into putty. "You think that a serious relationship has to be serious and you're disappointed and/or worried that I'm not taking our relationship seriously enough. That me goofing around means I'm not serious about you."
"Perhaps a little. I just don't want to be teased for the rest of the time we're together."
"Oh come on now, you really think everything is going to stay the same forever? The novelty will probably wear off in a month; in a year we'll be acting like an old married couple; and in a decade we'll be so sick of each other we won't be able to even make eye contact during the ten year Normandy reunion."
"Don't say things like that."
"Sorry," Shepard said sincerely. "I don't expect or want that to happen. I'll fight tooth and nail for it not to. Let me put it another way. In a month I'll suddenly feel so guilty about how I've treated you that I'll dote on you like a princess; in a year I'll be calling you ma'am; and then in ten you'll be wearing the collar as we try to reignite our sex life."
"And where will Samara be during all this?"
"In order: snuggling with us on the couch; teaching you how to take care of a pet; fucking your ass with a great big dildo."
The blush made a return and the maiden tightened her arms around her face. "I don't know about that last one."
"I was of the same opinion a month ago. My point is," with little effort Shepard then flipped the naked alien over before continuing, "You don't know how you'll feel in the future besides knowing it will be different than you feel today. So stop worrying about nitpicky nonsense and just enjoy my bullying."
"I hope you didn't mean for that to be some profound statement," the slippery asari chided lightly as she was pulled in by her lover.
"Well I'm sorry it wasn't as good as the speeches I used to give on the Normandy," the Commander sarcastically replied.
"What speeches?"
"My pre-battle speeches, like the one on Earth."
"Oh."
"What do you mean 'oh'?"
"Nothing, I just don't remember them, really."
"Well, you just weren't around for my good ones like when I first became Commander of the Normandy or during the assault on the Collector Base."
"Actually, when I was putting together that time capsule I wanted to include quotes from you, but no one could really come up with any. It was part of the reason I went to you directly to fill out your entry."
Completely aghast the Commander collapsed back onto her butt, "But I inspired them."
"You did, just not with your words. It was your actions and your presence and personal connection to everyone that inspired," Liara tried to explain to the downtrodden human, but to no avail.
Part of Shepard's self-image had just been shattered. Sure, it was a small part that didn't really matter in the grander scheme of things, but it was a part that she did care about. The great leader who rallied her troops with an impassioned speech that lifted their spirits. It hurt a little bit to think that it was more likely that those troops were rolling their eyes or tuning her out. She was upset enough to completely forget about the nude asari laid out before her until the blue legs wrapped around her waist tightened. A glance down was all it took to bring her back to reality and break her momentary funk.
Liara invited an embrace by spreading her arms, which she thought was being accepted by the descending human until strong hands locked around her wrist and pushed them up over her head. For a moment Shepard simply loomed over her wearing a seductively goofy grin. The grip then shifted slightly to force her arms to cradle the back of her crest. Properly posed she was released cautiously and once it became obvious she wouldn't move ten nails were slowly raked down her sides, coming to rest on her waist. A quick jerk pulled her back from the matt, arching her spine to put her body on better display.
With the maiden in the desired position Shepard straightened up to grab the bottle of soap. The heels behind her locked together then dug into her rear, making sure her attention didn't wander off again. She didn't stray for long and a second later she was squeezing out a blob of oil onto Liara's taut stomach. She wasn't done pouring before her fingers began to spread the building bubbles over the soft skin in smooth circles centered on the asari's shallow navel. Discarding the detergent container she dove in with both hands sliding up the sides all the way to the armpits before doubling back to give the thighs wrapped around her a once over. She then reached around either hip to get a spot she had missed earlier.
A gasp escaped Liara's lips as her ass was lifted from the matt and her azure brought into direct contact with the fabric of the Commander's bikini bottoms. She reflexively spread her thighs wide and pulled in with her heels to further the pressure being applied to her sensitive folds. Desiring to fully embrace her lover she slipped her arms from behind her head, but just as she began to swing them over her crest a single powerful hand slammed down to shackle her wrists.
"I didn't give you permission to move," Shepard admonished with a shake of the head.
The asari moaned, "Sorry Commander."
"Now if I let go, can I trust you to stay still this time?"
"No Commander."
A grin crept across the human's lips, "At least you're honest and as I said before, honesty should be rewarded. So in light of that I'll allow you to rub your pretty, little pussy against me while we finish your bath."
Liara's hips immediately began to move, "Thank you Commander."
Shepard maintained her hold of the thin, blue wrists leaving one hand free to slide up the asari's belly. Her fingers pushed a small puddle of soap that had yet to be touched higher into the valley between Liara's tantalizing peaks and on to the throat. For a moment she lightly squeezed the exposed neck while staring down into increasingly dilated eyes, not a hint of concern in them. Without looking away she slipped her digits down to encompass an unwashed breast. She wanted to test something and gave the sublime mound of flesh a few gentle rubs before tightening her grip on the purple tip. The sudden pain caused a shutter to run through the asari at her mercy, soon followed by a gasp when she twisted the pinched the nipple. The hips wrapped around her waist suddenly became a little more frantic.
"Please," Liara whispered desperately.
"Please what?" the human asked gently as she gave a tug.
"I need you."
"Need me to what?"
Even in an ideal situation the rather sexually inexperienced maiden would have had trouble finding the right words to express her desire to end the games so she could climax. With hormones overwhelming her brain she could only communicate in sentence fragments, so had to resort to a more direct approach. Her eyes went black and her mind reached out, but the human atop her resisted the mental invasion. Using a weak biotic pulse she knocked loose the hand binding her wrists, causing Shepard to collapse onto her. Immediately her arms wrapped around the former marine's hard body, her fingers tangled in soft strains of hair and her lips were able to use the element of surprise to capture a kiss. Her minor insurrection did not last long however, she only managed a few pecks before the Commander broke free.
With little effort Shepard muscled out of the hug and regained control of the errant, blue limbs, which was a huge inconvenience since she had to sacrifice her grip of the asari's boob to do so. She easily wrestled the arms back where she wanted them then locked them into a secure hold she needed only one hand to maintain but was impossible for the archeologist to break. The only challenge was in ignoring Liara's enticing nibbles on her neck, needy whines in her ear and grinding hips against her pelvis. She resisted temptation and retook her grasp of the maiden's neck to reassert control and force eye contact.
"Guess you really want to be draped across my knee, huh?" After a brief pause Shepard added, "I am going to absolutely wreck that pretty, blue ass of yours. You won't be able to sit down for days."
The threat was like a bucket of cold water on the amorous maiden and put a dampener on her mood. Liara didn't know how to feel about being treated so roughly. She didn't much time to think it over however because the moment she dropped her guard the human pounced. A searing kiss blitzed her lips with a probing tongue demanding entry to her mouth. There was no resistance and immediately she capitulated to the invader. One orifice conquered the hand at her throat left to seize a second and slipped down between them. When four fingers began playing with her folds her entire body convulsed. Her mind again reached out to make a connection and this time found success. The two lovers joined into one.
With the meld in place Liara thought she'd be able to wiggle free and wrap her arms around Shepard, but the human's grip only tightened. All she was allowed to do was hump the hand rubbing her azure, though even that she had little willful control over. She couldn't stop her hips from involuntarily thrusting if she wanted to, especially once a pair of fingers sunk into her. They went straight for glory and her whole body quivered in appreciation. Within minutes, blissful warmth exploded from her core dislodging a rumbling moan from her chest which she wasn't able to project; the lips and tongue ravaging her mouth would not give a reprieve. Her brain was overwhelmed all the stimuli flowing into it.
As the maiden soared through an overpowering orgasm Shepard resisted giving into her own. It was still early and she wanted to postpone her first for a while longer. Ideally it would happen while sandwiched between her lovers. Besides, there was plenty of entertainment to be found in guiding Liara across the heavens. The way the young, blue alien shivered and shook in her arms, the muffled cries trying to escape her lips and most of all the feeling of utter joy being shared with her through the meld were all intoxicating. She doubted her own climax would be as satisfying as bringing one to her partner.
When the asari finally turned to a puddle of limp muscles Shepard released her grip and sat up, "I think that should just about do it."
After a few seconds Liara regained enough of her wherewithal to wearily reply, "I agree."
"Good," the Commander withdrew her freshly lubricated digits from her pet's sex, studied them in the light for a moment then mentioned, "You're going to have to clean these."
"Okay," was all the maiden got out before her mouth was filled by her own flavor.
Shepard let the alien suckle on her fingers for about a minute before pulling them out for an inspection. One bodily fluid had been swapped for another so it was hardly an improvement, but she was satisfied. She slid out from between Liara's legs, placing a quick peck just above the navel before jumping to her feet. The will to move having yet to recover the maiden continued to lay there like a lump. Luckily the Commander had a cure for laziness; a room temperature bucket of water. She scooped and dumped in a single fluid motion that shocked her lover into full consciousness.
"What?" the human preempted the dripping asari's complaint. "I needed to rinse you off."
"Can we not have one quiet moment of post-coital bliss?" Liara grumbled.
"I'm sure we can..." Shepard offered a hand and helped the maiden up before finishing, "...at some point in the future, possibly. But that isn't important right now. Right now you're going to go get dressed. Something cute, sexy and comfortable, Samara can help you. And I'm going to take off this suit and hop in the shower real quick."
A tad confused the naked alien asked, "You're going to shower? Alone?"
"Yeah, need to give you time to get dressed." The Commander then turned Liara toward the door and gave her a pat on the butt. "Now get going. The day's still young."
This chapter isn't complete, but I haven't posted in so long and this chapter is running on so long I split it up. Hopefully it won't take another 4 months and 60 pages to finish it.
Also, I post this story a little at a time on a near weekly basis over at http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com in case you don't want to wait or want to give more direct feedback and such.
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