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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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Still quite wet Liara shuffled out the door, immediately grabbing a towel from the desk. If they had been in the bathroom while the bath was going on she doubted they'd be very useful. Shepard had a definite plan in place and that sent a shiver up the maiden's spine and not in a good way. Inevitably at some point she was going to end up getting teased or harassed, on top of the spanking she had 'earned'. The sex, love and affection surrounding those few bad moments would make them completely worthwhile, she just wished they weren't seemingly necessary. Resigned to her fate the maiden dried off before wrapping the fluffy, white terrycloth around her gorgeous, blue form.
Coming around the corner into the den Liara's head was down as she tried to secure her temporary coverings with a knot or a twist. She couldn't remember how to do it; she rarely went walking around with so little on. Before the task was quite complete she looked up to see where she was going and caught a sight that caused her to forget almost everything, including holding up her towel which hit the floor with a dull thump. Sitting at the far end of the couch, an arm extended elegantly across the backrest while the other supported a glass of juice, was Samara wearing nothing but a red satin robe. The maiden couldn't know definitively if her elder lacked undergarments, but it was hard to imagine otherwise. The fabric was flawlessly draped to reveal the entirety of the matriarch's crossed left leg including most of the hip, as well as the old asari's sternum and the inner third of both breasts without showing even a hint of the dark areolas that had to be a hair's width away from exposure.
The dumbfounded maiden was knocked from her gawking when the vision before her commented, "While nude is an excellent look for you, I am sure Shepard would be disappointed not to put you into that state herself."
"Oh yes," Liara squeaked. "And thank you."
Then as the younger asari bent down to retrieve her towel the other casually asked, "Why bother putting that back on when you will be discarding it again almost immediately?"
Straightening back up empty handed, the maiden replied, "And it isn't like you haven't already seen..."
The strategically bare matriarch quickly chimed in, "And caressed."
"Uh yes, and that," a blush darkened freckled blue cheeks. "...everything before."
Samara couldn't resist the urge to fluster the girl further, "At least with my fingers; I believe there are a few spots my tongue has yet to reach."
Before Liara could muster a reply the centuries' old seductress on the couch uncrossed her legs for a moment to change which was on top, nothing intimate was flashed though the movement did leave both lithe limbs completely exposed, so it took a few seconds for her to say, "I should get dressed."
The matriarch wouldn't let her off the hook that easily, "Hopefully our owner will allow me to rectify that."
"That's up to her I guess," the maiden mumbled while stiffly marching to the closet by the bed where Shepard originally kept an armory interface; she could practically feel herself being ogled from across the room.
Once Liara was facing the other way an amused grin curled Samara's lips. If she didn't know any better she would have sworn she was looking at a second pair of blushing cheeks that were cutely fidgeting back and forth. After enjoying the show for almost a minute she put down the juice she was sipping and got to her feet. The loose knot she had tied in her belt did little to keep her robe closed so she gave it a quick tug to tighten it before sauntering up behind the naked maiden. She gently slipped her fingers onto the younger asari's hip causing a slight jump and increased tension that slowly dissipated with a hug.
Samara whispered, "It is adorable how easily I can fluster you and Shepard. Am I really so lovely?"
"Yes," Liara stated. "Yes, you are."
It was the matriarch's turn to blush and change the subject, "Would you like help choosing an outfit?"
"If you promise to stop teasing me."
"I promise." With a parting peck to the nape of the neck Samara pulled away while adding, "Shepard seems to have so much fun doing it I thought I would give it a try."
"By the goddess," the young asari whined. "Please, not you too."
"Do not worry," Samara assured as she opened the dresser. "Most likely I will only find it amusing a few more times."
"Well that's a relief," Liara chuckled. "I doubt Shepard will ever tire of bullying me though."
"She does have a surprisingly long attention span," the matriarch commented before passing over a pair of gray socks. "Here try these on."
Seeing no harm in the innocent articles of clothing the maiden slipped them on without question. Although, in bending over to put them on she provided Samara a less than innocent view of her nethers. If it was Shepard beside her, her ass would not have been safe in that position. She pulled the tubes of fabric as far up her calves as possible. After standing back up she stared intently at her toes, wiggling them. Her feet had never felt so warm and cozy. On most worlds sources to create textiles from were rare and mainly consisted of plant and insect fibers. The asari for example were basically limited to wearing cotton and leather until the advent of synthetic polymers. So the wide range of furs, hairs and hides from Earth was something of a culture shock to certain segments of the galactic community.
"What are these made out of?" Liara asked, still studying her new apparel.
"Wool, it comes from an animal called a pig... or sheep, one of the two." Samara handed the maiden another garment. "Here, try this on too."
Holding it out away from herself the younger asari asked, "Is this Shepard's sweatshirt?"
"Sort of, that is a male sized one the Alliance accidently gave her."
As she slipped the black N7 hoodie on Liara cautiously inquired, "So, has she ever worn it?"
"Why would you want to know that?" a knowing grin on ancient lips.
"Just curious."
"And you wonder why we enjoy teasing you," Samara quickly commented before answering, "Occasionally, when the other is in the laundry. I am not sure if she ever washes it though."
With a smile the maiden pulled the zipper all the way to the top, making herself merely half naked then sunk her face up to the nose into the collar. For a moment she flashed back to when she would have given anything to wear one of Shepard's shirts, especially one so large. The sleeves hid all but the tips of her fingers while the lower hem hung to just below her bum. After she flipped up the hood the only blue left bare belonged to her shapely legs. She luxuriated in the hoodie's warmth until she noticed her elder partner once again sitting on the couch, robe already in its previous flawlessly seductive state.
"Are you not helping me anymore?"
Samara played dumb, "What do you mean? Do you not like the sweatshirt?"
Unsure what the connection was Liara cautiously replied, "I do."
The elder retrieved her juice and took a sip before asking, "Then why would you still need my help?"
"I still need bottoms."
After an unusually long pause the matriarch asked, "You do?"
"Yes," the slow pace of the conversation was growing frustrating. "Wearing only socks and a shirt is embarrassing."
"It is? Considering everything you have done and worn since yesterday, a shirt and socks is what you find embarrassing?"
"I have been embarrassed several times, but this is different. I don't want Shepard to think I would choose to dress this way."
"Would that..." Samara's response was interrupted by the sound of an opening door. "It seems I have stalled you long enough."
Liara reflexively spat, "I hate you."
With a smile the matriarch replied, "I am honored."
"What'd I do?" Shepard had only heard the last thing the maiden had said and assumed it was directed at her.
After a brief silence the young asari feigned, "You know."
"I do?" the human's brow furled and arms crossed as she began to ponder; there was a strong possibility she had done something.
"Oh, never mind," Liara said in a falsified huff.
Luckily for the young doctor once the woman noticed what the pair of blue beauties was wearing nothing else mattered. Clad in pink sweatpants with the drawstring tied to hang low on the hip and a old t-shirt she had trimmed to reveal her muscle-bound midriff she wasn't looking too bad herself. Liara really liked her stomach, though she strongly suspected that was only because of its close proximity to another one of her body parts. It was a difficult to decide which half naked asari to go after. Her first instinct was to pounce on the utterly gorgeous matriarch on the couch, but it seemed like such a shame to disturb the magnificent pose Samara had adopted. Plus, the maiden was far too adorable wearing her hand-me-down shirt to leave alone.
Shepard practically skipped over to the younger of her lovers. She grabbed either side of the black hood, fingers curled around the drawstring holes, and reeled the asari into an inescapable kiss. The cavern of fabric she created made it impossible for Liara's lips to go anywhere but where she wanted them, pressed against her own. Not that there was any resistance, in fact once contact was achieved she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer. They shared a happy smooch that lingered through a few false stops until they finally parted, both wearing bigger smiles than they started with.
After a moment's recovery Liara asked, "So what now Commander?"
"Let's watch a vid," Shepard replied as she turned toward the couch, an arm kept securely around the asari by her side.
The maiden hesitantly mentioned, "I don't really like pornography."
"I didn't mean that kind of vid." Then after a short pause she added, "And I don't believe that for a second."
"Well it is. I can control my urges."
"Enough to write them down," the former marine quipped.
"What!?" Liara exclaimed a little too emphatically, pushing the human away. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"
"I found that secret folder on your terminal."
"That is a gross invasion of privacy!"
"This coming from the Shadow Broker."
"That's different. That's business..."
Shepard interrupted the impeding tirade, "Also in that folder was a vid. A vid labeled 'Samara massages Shepard'."
"I only re-watched it once!" Liara announced before collecting herself to form a better argument, "That doesn't change the fact you were snooping through my things."
"You literally labeled it 'secret folder'. How could I not?"
"Girls," Samara appeared between them, gently taking a hand from each. "Please, calm down. Try not to let this ruin our day. Both of you are in the wrong; though neither of you seems to have done anything exceptionally egregious to the other. So can we all agree to forgive and forget?"
Liara was quick to mumble, "Sorry."
"Me too," Shepard reciprocated. "I didn't read anything. I stopped once I realized what they were. I'd like to read them though."
"No way," the maiden was even quicker to state.
"Would you be willing to show me the vid?" the matriarch inquired.
"Maybe."
"Well, we won't be watching that today so let's pick an actual movie." The Shepard then gave the younger of the two asari a nudge, "Your choice Liara. Samara and I will tidy up."
The trio split up; Liara scanned through the available streaming services for a film, Samara took the dirty plates back to the kitchen and Shepard prepared the couch. She grabbed some pillows and bedding then converted the coffee table to an ottoman by adjusting its height and adding a cushion. Pushed into the bend of the sofa it created a space suitable for an elcor; although the massive alien's weight could have been an issue. As she pushed the newly transformed piece of furniture into place her adorably dressed lover slipped past her to claim a seat, quickly diving under a blanket.
Shepard thought little of the move, but for Liara covering her lower half was of vital importance. It was slightly ridiculous to be so concerned about flashing her nethers considering the level of intimacy the three of them possessed and perhaps she wouldn't have been if she hadn't been tricked. It felt like if her bottomless state was discovered Samara would have won and she was so tired of losing. Plus, some of the naive, young archeologist she was not terribly long ago still resided within her and that version of her would have been mortified beyond all belief to be wearing nothing but a shirt and socks in front of someone else. At least with the blanket she had time to figure out a way to slip on a pair of shorts before her secret, among other things, was exposed.
Crawling over to the corner of the couch Shepard asked, "So what're we watching?"
"The Queen's Huntress," the maiden slid closer to her partner. "It's one of my favorite films. I watched it all the time when I was young."
"Let me guess," the woman wrapped her arms around the encroaching asari. "It's about the forbidden love between a queen and her most loyal huntress set against a historic backdrop."
"Well, yes, but there is more to it than just that." Liara sat down in front of the larger human and leaned back.
All Shepard cared about was, "Are the actresses hot?"
"The maiden who plays the queen is quite cute," Samara replied as she entered the den.
"A maiden; wouldn't it be weird for a maiden to be a queen?"
The returning matriarch stepped on the ottoman and in a single elegant motion slipped beside the already settled in pair. "It is a purely fictional story. She inherits the throne at a young age after her parents are assassinated. The huntress of the title is the queen's lifelong bodyguard. A romance then develops between the two; it is all a bit incestuous actually."
"No it is not!" Liara immediately jumped to her favorite film's defense. "That interpretation is simply not true. During the queen's childhood..."
"Hey," Shepard took her turn to interrupt. "No spoilers."
"Sorry, dear. I must not be remembering it correctly." With a kiss on the forehead Samara added to her retraction, "I would hate to insinuate there is anything wrong with a romance between a maiden and her elder."
"Though, that kind of depends on how much elder. At a certain point it gets a bit creepy."
That little comment got the old asari's attention, as well as a giggle from the younger. "And at what point would that be?"
"I dunno," the former marine pondered. "Around the quarter millennia mark."
"I see. Is that how it is?" Samara asked solemnly and began to slowly back away.
The half-hearted retreat was easy to stop; Shepard just threw an arm around the bad actress and pulled. "Where do you think you're going, you creepy, cradle-robbing, old lady?"
"I was going to search for a lover my own age."
"Well, when you find one be sure to bring her back home with you."
"Are two asari not enough for you?" Samara asked rhetorically, settling into a three-way cuddle.
"You can never have enough asari. Besides, like I told you before, I still need a matron to complete my collection."
"How could I forget?"
"I always liked Shiala," Liara absentmindedly mentioned while her focus was on getting Samara under the blanket.
An epiphany struck Shepard, "Ohhh, is that why you like this movie? You're the queen and Shiala's the bodyguard?"
The maiden immediately bolted upright and twisted around, "What!? No, that isn't why. I mean, I never even. Of my mother's followers she was just the nicest to me. I never had a crush on her."
"Who said anything about a crush?"
From her resting spot on the human's broad shoulder Samara commented, "She is just so adorable when flustered."
Arms crossed, Liara returned to her initial seating position in a huff, muttering, "I hate you both."
Shepard turned to the matriarch beside her, "When'd she start hating you too?"
"A few minutes ago, when I tricked her into wearing your old sweatshirt with nothing underneath it."
Before the maiden could bolt upright a second time a strong arm imprisoned her and a smartass voice whispered in her ear, "Easy now, I know you didn't like being tricked and would much rather be wearing something more skimpy, but don't worry I'll get you out of those clothes soon enough. Let's just watch the movie first. Unless you really can't wait and want me to strip you now."
There was a downward tug on her hoodie's zipper, but Liara ignored it and readied the remote, "Let's watch the movie."
Across the room the front of the fish tank turned into a giant screen and after a minute of flipping through menus the opening credits of 'The Queen's Huntress' began to play. The trio on the couch relaxed, all under the same blanket with the pair of asari using the human as a pillow. After several names set against a pure black background scrolled by they were treated to a sweeping shot of a picturesque valley surrounded on all sides by steep mountains. A lovely lilting tune began to drift from the speakers, though a tad too softly so Liara turned up the volume. A few other bits of information appeared as well such as the time, date, picture setting and progress bar. They were a half a minute in with two hundred and seventy-three left to go.
Oh right, it was an asari film, Shepard had forgotten how long those could be. An extended lifespan meant an extended attention span and while hers was quite good, it wasn't necessarily that good; the only one she had ever watched took her three sittings. She should have given some restriction before letting the maiden loose on the extranet. Now she was stuck. After all the times she made Liara play a game or watch some superhero flick with her there was no way she could say she wasn't going to watch this one, the young asari's favorite one no less. Any other day it wouldn't have been nearly as big of a problem, assuming she was allowed enough intermissions, but this day was suppose to be about getting laid, consistently and thoroughly. All she could do was hope for nudity.
It only took twenty minutes for the former marine's wish to be granted with a tasteful bathing scene involving a quartet of huntresses. The asari had few hang-ups when it came to nudity so thought nothing of having a serious political discussion carried out while the actresses shared a communal tub. It quickly became apparent that their talk was little more than an info-dump meant to set up the overall story and that only two of the foursome would hold any significance to the plot so after a little while Shepard's interest shifted from listening to leering. None of the matrons were what she'd consider beautiful, though the one playing the title character was quite handsome, but she still found them quite attractive. Their harden bodies accentuated by scars had obviously been through numerous actual battles; the movie was set before the advent of firearms so their gunshot wounds couldn't have been make-up done for authenticities' sake.
When the scene shifted to the royal gardens, Shepard's interest wavered and her eyes wandered down to the crest resting against her chest. She craned her neck a bit to catch a glimpse of Liara's face and was fairly amused by how transfixed the maiden was, like a child watching their favorite cartoon. She gave a frond a peck, which went completely unnoticed, and returned her head to the pillow. She watched the movie for a few more minutes before her gaze again drifted, this time to the asari to her right. Samara was no longer resting against her, but they were still shoulder to shoulder, holding hands beneath the covers. At some point the matriarch had apparently pushed the blanket down, revealing a perfectly parted red satin robe which gave her a teasing glimpse of a deep, blue valley. It was then her staring like a transfixed child.
Even Shepard couldn't ogle Samara's chest for an eternity and eventually her gaze flicked somewhere else. For a split second it went to the screen on the far wall before deciding to return to the one lying beside her. This time her eyes traveled high enough to find her blue goddess staring right back at her, wearing a knowing smirk. She had been caught. Her cheeks immediately warmed and her focus returned to the movie. A chuckle filled her ear before a head came to rest on her shoulder. She in turn leaned a cheek against the matriarch's crest and put a little more effort into paying attention to the film which was much easier to do once the story picked up its pace with the huntress going on a mission in enemy territory.
Few things were better to watch than the portrayal of a huntress in an asari vid. Swathes of enemy soldiers were stealthily dispatched before they realized what hit them. She ran into officers matching her level of skill, resulting in amazing fight scenes. Just like with martial arts in movies, biotics were exaggerated to a spectacular degree, so entire buildings would be laid to waste during these direct confrontations. Blasto would have been popped like a balloon by this commando. Even after the action had ended things remained interesting as the romance began to build in a more overt way.
Much to the former marine's amusement the queen turned out to be the instigator of the affair, trying to seduce the older, asari warrior; something that was quite familiar to her. Though, the maiden had the fun of being the one in charge and forcing the matron into some interesting predicaments. Her favorite was when the huntress was made to give a report while the young royal was being dressed by a pair of handmaids. The girl even tricked the object of her affections into helping her put on her shoes. In a moment of weakness the lifelong bodyguard placed a kiss on her charge's foot.
It was a sweet scene that compelled Shepard to look to her own loved ones again. She gave Liara a little, one-armed hug and tiny kiss on the head which again went unnoticed. Then she turned her gaze to the one beside her and choked on a gulp of air. The matriarch's entire left breast was exposed. Her eyes darted up to once again to find Samara staring right back at her wearing another amused smirk. The pattern continued to repeat with her cheeks warming, but this time she wasn't allowed to turn away. Violet lips surged to capture her own for a brief embrace. After parting they shared a smile and she readjusted her arm to wrap around the ancient alien who immediately cuddled in closer.
A few playful pecks were exchanged as the matriarch settled in under the human's arm. Once Samara was comfortable they attempted to deepen their kiss, but it was hard for their lips to remain locked as neither could stop smiling. It took a few false starts before passion overtook them and they began to make out like a couple of teenagers in the back of a theater. The buildup was slow, almost a dozen minutes passed before their tongues started to wrestle. Drowning in desire the elder asari's fingers went in search of something to caress and sooner than expected found a pliable mound covered in cloth. The digits were greedy however and wouldn't be placated by anything less than bare flesh, so felt around for a means of ingress.
Liara wasn't aware of anything going on around her until she heard the tearing of a zipper. Her eyes dropped just in time to see a blue hand that was not her own reach into her shirt. As a soft grasp was taken of her left breast she glanced back to see the couple cuddling behind her. She inhaled, readying a complaint, but quickly thought better of it. Instead she returned to watching her movie. Let them have their fun. The fingers gently massaging her boob weren't terribly distracting and actually felt rather nice; as long as they remained benign she could tolerate their presence.
It was only a matter of minutes before the young doctor's complete attention returned to the film and the foreign presences in her shirt was entirely forgotten. Being lightly cupped with the occasional squeeze was easy enough to ignore, especially since one of her favorite parts was coming up; the royal ball. The huntress is forced to escort the queen and it is during their dance that they share their first kiss. It was just before that scene though, while the final preparations for the party were being made that Liara noticed something graze her clavicle. She looked down to see a human hand reach across her body in order to grasp the blue bicep on the other side of her. That must not have been the intended target because a moment later Shepard's fingers were tracing down the arm.
Shepard must have been looking to hold hands, which Liara thought was rather sweet. It didn't stay that way though. A second after the human's fingers discovered what the matriarch's were wrapped around they slid right over to claim a breast for themselves. That was too much for the maiden to endure. She immediately knocked both arms away and sat up. She didn't say anything, just gave the pair a dirty look before moving to a different seating position. She crawled forward and laid down at on her belly, chin cradled in her palms, socked feet waving in the air. Her transformation into a kid watching her favorite show had been completed. It would have been so adorably innocent if not for one minor detail.
Resisting the urge to laugh was close to impossible, even for a highly disciplined justicar, but somehow Shepard and Samara were able to keep quiet as the absentminded maiden stretched out in front of them. Apparently Liara had forgotten she was bottomless, much to the delight of the couple behind her. Her legs were parted just enough to reveal the treasure nestled between them and her sweatshirt was draped just high enough on her rear to expose the lower half of her lovely cheeks. It was actually cuter having them peek out like that than for them to be completely hanging out in the open. The view only improved when her legs tired of remaining aloft and fell, her feet resting on the human's thighs.
Samara slid up to whisper directly into the woman's ear, "Now you leave her alone and let her finish watching her movie."
They reversed positions so Shepard could reply as quietly as possible, "I'll wait until we break for lunch. It'll give me time to weigh my options."
Just as she had witnessed several dozen times before, Liara watch the queen's love become requited with a single chaste kiss. A little part of her melted every time; it was so romantic. She wished her first experience with her one true love was so perfect. Instead she got a fumbling quickie under a stinky pier, though the peck she received on the beach beforehand was quite nice. She still couldn't believe she actually said she wanted to use Shepard's face. So embarrassingly dumb. However, one thing she couldn't complain about was their relationship being far more fun than she ever would have expected. And just as she reached that conclusion the ball scene ended, replaced by a pair of vertical bars. She glanced at the clock and noticed it was well past noon. As she began to get up something shackled her ankles then she was violently yanked backward. It was at that second she remembered what she was wearing or rather what she was not wearing.
Shepard pulled her pretty, little maiden in and took two handfuls of blue tush, "Enjoying the movie so far?"
"Yes," Liara squeaked. "And I'd like to get back to watching it."
"It's lunch time though," the human replied as she jiggled the pliable cheeks.
Warily the young asari said, "Oh good, then let's go downstairs and eat then."
"Nah, we'll eat up here."
"Okay, I'll go get it. What would you like?" the maiden ventured, looking back over her shoulder at eyes that were affixed to her rear.
"There's something we have to take care of first." Some light pats foreshadowed what that something might entail.
Liara folded her arms under her head and grumbled into them, "Oh just get it over with."
"I don't think I like your tone girlie. Remember, your disobedience earned you this," punctuated with a soft paddle that had little impact.
Before the maiden could respond Samara swept in to gently whisper some sage advice, "It would be best if you play along, dear."
The junior asari turned her head to find her elder's kind features mere inches away, "Why should I? It's not like anything I say is going to make her go easier on me."
After a moment of silent contemplation the matriarch confessed, "Because I would enjoy it more if you do."
Wide-eyed with surprise she asked, "You would?"
"Well, this is supposed to be my fantasy after all."
"And I'm a part of your fantasy?"
Rubbing the maiden's back she replied, "Of course, I wanted you here with us. I would have the first time but felt you would not have enjoyed what we were doing."
A happy, little smile graced Liara's lips for a moment before she thought, "Wait, your fantasy is watching me get spanked by her?"
Samara could not maintain eye contact while admitting, "Partly."
As the two carried out their private conversation out of earshot Shepard patiently waited. She didn't want to intrude or interrupt, if they wanted her to know what they were saying they would have been speaking more loudly. She also didn't want to distract Liara by doing anything too extreme, but at the same time didn't have the willpower to remain idle. Her hands were already filled with the maiden's heavenly cheeks and figured giving them a few light squeezes would go by unnoticed. They were a perfect balance of soft and firm; it was a shame they spent most of their time confined in fabric. This blue bum should always be on display, pants never again allowed to cover it. In fact, no clothing should ever cover any inch of blue skin, anywhere. A dopey grin slowly stretched the woman's cheeks as she imagined what things would be like if Thessia never developed clothing. Before she extrapolated her fantasy any further she saw her loves share a brief kiss and Samara pull away.
"Ready Commander," Liara quietly announced.
Shepard slowly raised her hand then like a bolt of lightning brought it crashing down on her pretty, little maiden's pretty, little rear.
"Thank you Commander."
Unready for that response the human asked, "Thank you?"
"For correcting my improper behavior."
Immediately the woman's eye darted over to Samara who gave her a wry grin. Now the fun would really begin. Keeping her hold of the right cheek, she lifted her left hand, stalled it for a second before laying a second stinging slap on the beautiful, blue bottom.
"I forgot my place."
Another blow landed, knocking a grunt out of Liara.
"I'm your pet."
She was interrupted by a smack to her left buttock.
"Not your equal."
The spanks continued to alternate between cheeks, making it the right side's turn to be paddled.
"A good asari is an obedient asari."
With a crack her posterior was struck again.
"And I've been a bad asari."
She received another slap on the tush.
"I'm sorry..."
The next blow came sooner than she expected.
"...my actions..."
Whack.
"...forced you..."
Smack.
"...to do this, Commander."
It was a longer than expected pause that caught Liara off guard this time, causing her to stop her apology until a solid slap reminded her to keep going.
"I shouldn't have..."
She gasped with the following strike.
"...defied you, Commander."
Her voice became more ragged with each blow
"Please, forgive me, Commander."
The hardest swat yet landed on her rear and her hips arched up to invite the next.
"Please, punish your pet asari, Commander."
A moan slipped from her lips after the next shot.
"Please, punish your pretty, little maiden, Commander."
A flurry of blows rained down on Liara's soft backside. There were no longer any pauses for her to degrade herself during, just an unbroken chain of solid smacks. A single flattened hand bounced back and forth, spreading the spanks evenly between each cheek. The hits were not harsh however and with the added protection of her resilient asari hide there wasn't even any discoloration. She could not figure out why she was becoming increasingly heated or why saying all those embarrassing things seemed to add to her arousal, but she was surrendering to it. Samara was right, it was best to play along.
Just as Liara's butt switched from pleasantly warm to uncomfortably burning the spanking halted and she heard, "That looks like fun, my I try?"
The bottomless maiden didn't bother looking over her shoulder, she just prepared for the second round. She wasn't sure what to say though. Her role with Shepard was clear, but she wasn't sure how she should react to Samara. Perhaps play up the age difference? She didn't want to go so far as to refer to the matriarch as 'mommy'; a part of her did, but it was small enough for her to bury in denial. As she cursed her lack of creativity the cushion beside her moved. With a mind of their own, her legs spread a little wider and her hips rose a little higher to present a better target. When something brushed across her vulnerable rear her whole body shivered and she abandoned trying to think up lines.
Instead of the expected smack on the ass, Liara felt whatever grazed it continue on to her hip then the cushion on her other side. When a weight pushed down on her she finally separated her face from her sleeves to see what was happening. Flowing, red fabric immediately filled her periphery. Turning her head a little further allowed her to witness the slow descent of a familiar pair of magnificent, blue breasts. The soft mounds enveloped her, a nipple mere inches from her lips. She didn't get to do anything with that fact before being crushed by the most pleasant press imaginable; one that rubbed a rather moist azure against the small of her back.
This turn of events was not something Shepard had expected and needed a moment to gather her wits before she dared to lift the red, satin curtain. Focusing her breathing she grabbed the lowest hem which was draped across the maiden's thighs. Slowly she pushed the fabric up to the initial swell of Liara's beautiful bottom then after giving the backs of both pliable legs a few squeezes pushed further to expose the first blue rump, flanked on either side by Samara's lithe limbs. Her smile couldn't have been bigger as she flipped the robe up to reveal a second tush for her to play with.
Rubbing an almost millennia old cheek Shepard suggested, "You've been bad too, haven't you old girl?"
"I have, Commander."
"My pretty, little maiden just demonstrated the proper way to apologize," the human sunk two fingers into her younger pet's azure, eliciting a muffled moan and wiggle. "So get to it."
"I am sorry, Commander."
A slightly hesitant blow landed on Samara's rear.
"I was a fool to resist."
The next smack had more strength behind it, but still didn't seem fully committed.
"Even if only for a night."
There was a short pause before the follow up hit as Shepard took a moment to suppress any negative notions she had about treating her owner in such a way.
"As an asari I am better off..."
Overcompensating a bit, a solid shot stung the matriarch's behind.
"...as a human's pet."
An even harder hit put a smile on Samara's face.
"I am fortunate to..."
A hardy smack to her left cheek interrupted.
"...finally be a human's property."
The spanking shifted back to her right buttock.
"I pledge to be a proper asari."
Whack.
"Obedient..."
Slap.
"...submissive..."
Smack.
"...and loyal."
Shepard's flat hand struck like a paddle against her ass.
"I exist only..."
Another hard hit.
"... for your pleasure, Commander."
The next spank knocked loose a groan.
"I love you, Commander."
A sharp strike was immediately chased by an order, "Say that again."
"I love you, Commander."
Her rear received another slap.
"I love you, Commander."
Rather than feel, Samara heard the next blow, followed quickly by a muffled, "I love you, Commander."
The matriarch didn't even have enough time to chuckle before another smack landed on her ass and she was expected to chant, "I love you, Commander."
It was the maiden's turn again, a loud crack then obstructed, "I love you, Commander."
For several minutes Shepard's hand gleefully bounced back and forth between the pair of blue bottoms, eliciting the mantra each time it struck. She eventually even withdrew her fingers from Liara so she could spank both butts at once and get the line repeated in stereo. As she administered the dual 'punishments' her eyes darted from one inviting orifice to another with increasing hunger and as her perverse desire grew the power of her blows weakened. Just after her slaps became pats, her pets questioning whether to continue professing their love, her whole body crumbled forward. Her mouth collapsed onto Samara's tight ass, showering it with several licks and kisses before sinking her teeth into the tenderized flesh which caused the matriarch to quiver. Meanwhile her fingers latched onto Liara's bountiful bust buried deep beneath the two blue bodies. It was too bad a hardy sweatshirt was in the way.
After a few more nibbles and several more smooches the wanton human delved between the elder alien's toned cheeks. She embraced with her mouth and lashed with her tongue the puckered rim she found. Fondling flesh through fabric wasn't satisfying enough for her hands so she moved them up to Samara's easily accessed accessories. She'd take care of Liara shortly. She pried the pair of blue buttocks as far apart as possible to better facilitate her oral attack. Each time she came up for air her thumbs unintentionally slipped closer to the center until one scraped across the matriarch's wetted hole. It didn't take more than a second's consideration before she popped the digit inside, her lower lip firmly planted between her teeth. She marveled at the sight of her digit penetrating her owner's sublime rear, loving the snug warm she felt.
As the deviant woman began to insert her other thumb Samara suddenly interjected, "Please be gentle, I have never..."
Shepard immediately stopped what she was doing, afraid of causing any undo discomfort, "You've never done anal before?"
Looking back over her shoulder at her young lover the matriarch confessed, "I have not."
The human sat up and withdrew as she asked, "How is that possible? I mean, didn't you ever get curious, in what, like four hundred years?"
"Not especially," Samara rolled onto her side to let the maiden under her get some air, though only a little as the hand still squeezing her ass didn't allow her to go too far. "There were a number of reasons, but the main one was the most basic. There are not many appendages on a krogan, turian, elcor, batarian or vorcha, male or female, that you want anywhere near your rectum. Unless of course you share a certain amount of trust and intimacy with them, which I did not with any of the people I slept with during my mercenary days. The only other options were the hanar, volus and salarians, none whom interested me. As well as other asari of course, but I approached sex with them differently."
"What about your bondmate though?"
"We almost immediately became an old, married couple with three children. We were quite boring." Then with a wistful look added, "We were also utterly happy. At least for a little while..."
Before that thought could go any further Shepard quickly ventured, "How about now? Are you curious now?"
Samara too wanted to avoid bad memories, "I will follow any order my Commander demands of me. I exist only for your pleasure."
"Me too," the maiden finally spoke.
"Are you sure?" The pretend owner of the two asari assured, "There's no pressure. There are plenty of other things I can do to plenty of other parts of your body."
"I know," Liara had to struggle a bit to look back with her elder still partly lying on top of her. "It just seems like it would be nice to share a first, even if it is that. I mean, I've never done anything like that either."
"You've never been butt-fucked? I'm shocked!" Shepard mocked.
Collapsing back onto her stomach the maiden grumbled, "Forget it."
That wasn't happening; the offer had been made and there was no way she'd allow it to be retracted. The Commander sat back with arms and legs crossed to do a little pondering. With a head gesture she signaled Samara could move. This in turn prompted Liara to flip over and sit up, immediately snatching the blanket to recover all modesty. The elder asari lying nearby on the other hand made no attempt to hide, allowing red satin to fall wherever it liked which happened to leave all but a single breast and part of a thigh exposed. Both then waited patiently for the human's brainstorming session to end, although a burning butt made the maiden quite fidgety.
In under a minute Shepard figured out a way to give her more time to think and announced, "I'm going to go make lunch. You two put some medi-gel on those bruised butts of yours."
"As you wish Commander," Samara replied then rolled toward the edge of the giant ottoman, but only made it to her back before the agile human caught her.
The matriarch was pinned to the cushion and a searing kiss was inflicted upon her. Passion seemed to pour from her lover's lips into her mouth which flowed all the way down to the pit of her loins, warming her from the inside out. A cloth covered thigh was firmly wedged up against her already excited core. The stimulation increased further still when a strong hand took hold of one of her malleable mammaries. After a minute of groping the index finger peeled away in order to scrape its nail around the sensitive areola. Shepard didn't pull away until she was short on air and fully heated.
"Also, lose the robe," the powerful woman whispered. "Clothes are for people, not asari."
"Yes, Commander," Samara breathlessly sighed.
After a solid parting smooch Shepard slid over the ancient asari and off the ottoman. Once on her feet her focus shot across the room to her younger pet whose expression was lost somewhere between nervous and aroused. Gaze locked on her next conquest, she prowled toward the huddled maiden. Liara barely moved as she approached only turning halfway around in order to maintain eye contact. For several moments she loomed over her prey with a hard to read look on her face, trying to fan any lingering fear of harassment.
Shepard pointed to the cushion directly in front of her and ordered, "Here."
Hesitantly, Liara scooted to the edge of the couch; the human lording over her was too close for her to hang her legs over the side so she tucked them under her. The blanket she had brought along to keep wrapped around her lower body was immediately yanked away. Then two handfuls were taken of her sweatshirt and she was pulled by the collar up into a kneeling position, her eyes almost level with Shepard's. A sharp tug caused her to fall forward into the stronger woman's awaiting lips. Much to her surprise and delight the kiss she found herself in was gentle and adoring. She figured the hands wrapping around her would go directly for her bare bum, but instead they locked together at the small of her back. She then draped her own arms over broad shoulders. Their embrace developed slowly at a pace that never felt forced. Her lover gave her exactly what she wanted.
After enough time had past for both to have their fill their lips parted, a slight hum emanating from the maiden's throat. Though she was fine with the kiss ending she wasn't ready to give up on the hug and held on while Shepard disengaged. The human didn't seem to mind her hanging on, even staying close enough for her to keep her fingers entwined. A second later she heard a zipper being undone and realized why. Having her shirt opened hardly affected her will to keep a hoop around her lover's neck. Before the slider hit the bottom a hand reached inside to cup her left breast then after the two sides detached her right was grabbed.
While using her thumbs to toy with asari nipples Shepard asked, "Having fun my pet?"
"Yes, Commander."
"But you are just a pet." In one fluid motion the woman knocked the arms from around her neck and brushed the sweatshirt from Liara's shoulders. "And pets don't wear clothing, so I better not see you wearing any when I get back."
After a quiet moment of contemplation the maiden asked, "Even the socks?"
She leaned over to give her pet's footwear a look and after a moment's consideration answered, "The socks go too."
"Fine," Liara pouted.
After landing a parting kiss the Commander blew out the door and practically skipped her way into the lift. She had a solid idea of what she wanted to do, but wasn't sure how far she should take it. It seemed both her asari loves were really getting into the role-playing. A spanking being the catalyst was something of a shock, though perhaps it shouldn't have been. Despite protests to the contrary Liara had obviously been having fun as a sub from the start; it was the jokes at her expense that frustrated her. Samara shouldn't have been a surprise either if Shepard allowed herself to see the matriarch as anything besides her owner. It was up to them to decide how far to take things, she just had to be careful on how hard she pushed.
A little over ten minutes later Shepard returned to the cabin with a tray of food. Her two pets had proven their obedience by not only remaining nude but had also put the offending articles away and were waiting attentively on the ottoman. She had to take a moment to drink in the sight of the two blue beauties staring up at her with love in their eyes and not a stitch of clothing on their bodies. She released a little sigh as she placed lunch between them. Liara immediately reached for one of the salads and got slapped on the wrist. The maiden may not have been as obedient as she would have hoped.
Rubbing her wrist the younger asari apologized, "Sorry, Commander."
"That's alright my pretty, little maiden," she said with a condescending rub on the head. "I am partially to blame, I should have fed you two sooner."
Liara was about to ask to eat, but Shepard scooped up the salads before she could get the words out. The human then strangely took a couple steps away and well out of reach. She didn't have a clue what was going on, not even when the two meals were placed on the floor. What confused her further was when it was shown that there were actually four bowls instead off two, an empty one under each. It took her owner pouring a bottle of water into the empty ones for it to dawn on her what was going on.
"Alright girls, come and get it," Shepard beckoned.
Without hesitation Samara slipped onto the floor and all fours. It took the briefest of shuffles to get her within range of the food, but before she could bend down her face was cupped by a pair of calloused hands. Her owner pulled her in for a smooch, fingernails playfully scratching her jaw. She truly felt like the pet of an overly affectionate master, the kind that nauseated others by kissing their varren on the mouth. In that spirit when Shepard pulled away she chased after with a few laps of the tongue, it put a gigantic smile on the woman's face. She then lowered her head and began to eat, a palm affectionately rubbing her back as she did.
The loving pet owner then turned her attention to the maiden still up on the ottoman. With a curled hand she beckoned the younger of her asari to join her on the floor. Apprehension radiated from freckled, blue features as Liara hesitantly slid down to the carpet. The pace slowed even further when the completely naked alien began to get on all fours. As soon as the new position was achieved Shepard surged forward to again share her adoration. She cradled the maiden's cheeks as she planted a tender kiss on plump lips. She felt a lot of tension from the other end of the embrace melt away.
After they parted the woman pulled her pet even closer to whisper into one ear, "I love you so much. You're so beautiful. There is no reason to be embarrassed. We're in private. The only people who can see you are ones who love you unconditionally and who will never think less of you. There's nothing to be nervous about. If there's anything you don't like you know how to stop it. You're in control. So don't worry, we're just having fun playing a game. I'm sorry, I didn't say this sooner."
Shepard pulled back to look Liara in the eyes and found an extra shine in them as well as a happy, though still slightly shy, smile. After one more peck on the lips she let go. Immediately the maiden's head sank down, followed quickly by the sound of chewing. For a few seconds she just knelt there watching the two crests bob, she found it way cuter than she probably should have. After all, both of the creatures before her were born before her own race was capable of interstellar travel and there she was treating them like a pair of dumb animals. It was lucky they weren't actually animals, otherwise reaching out and petting them while they were eating could have ended badly. She couldn't help herself though; she just had to stroke their backs, slowly tracing up the entire lengths of their spines before doubling back. She allowed herself to do it only a few times, even though she could have sat there all day, as there was something else she had to do.
Both feeding asari were confused by the sudden disappearance of their master; they expected to be thoroughly fondled during their meal. The junior of the two was curious about what the human was doing over by the bed, but her view was blocked by her elder who seemed completely fixated on eating. The matriarch was curious too, but had the self control to suppress it. Liara did not and tried to catch a glimpse when she shifted over to get a drink of water. All she managed to see though was the back of Shepard squatting in front of an opened drawer. While it didn't give much insight into any plans, she did at least see quite a bit of cleavage and confirmed no one in the room was wearing any underwear.
A minute after the maiden gave up on peeping, the Commander returned, gently reminding before she sat down on the ottoman, "You know how to stop me."
Liara's immediate reaction was to turn around, but her head didn't get thirty degrees from her bowl before a palm landed on her rear. Shepard had easily predicted what she would try to do and quickly nipped it in the bud. With no other choice she tentatively went back to her meal, though it was difficult to swallow anything past her heart which had migrated into her throat. As she choked down a cherry tomato the human's hand returned, giving her butt a tender rub. Soon after a pair of lips caressed the other cheek and began peppering it with a series of loving pecks that slowly trailed inward. Her breathing stopped when a kiss landed just above her puckered rim, only to restart with a gasp when a long lick was laid across it. A tremble raced up her spine, weakened her limbs and almost sent her face first into her salad. The sensation was far better than she ever would have expected.
The follow-up lap was less of a surprise, but still threatened the maiden's structural stability. It took a few more light kisses and tongue flicks for her to get used to being stimulated there. She hardly noticed when a thumb pad started rubbing her little hole or when a couple seconds later the mouth left. The big blob of cold liquid that landed at the top of her butt crack sure got her attention though. Her head popped up, eyes widened to saucers. Her focus stayed forward; she didn't want to look back, she might have seen something that would change her mind and she didn't want to change her mind. She braced when the digit that had been playing at the threshold of her rectum began guiding a good amount of lube between her cheeks.
Ever so slowly a single thin appendage was pushed inside Liara until three knuckles were being pressed against her left buttock. The abundance of lubrication facilitated its easy entry then exit as well as the addition of a second digit upon reentry. Her eyes slammed shut and her breaths grew shallow. Being anally fingered wasn't so bad, there was some discomfort, but overall it wasn't too bad. She did prefer the licking and kissing though. Sooner than she expected the woman pulled out of her and for a second she thought it was over and she could resume eating. Then something thick and hard suddenly pressed against her prepared rim. She looked back over her shoulder to see an oddly shaped knob that was far smaller than it felt. It took her a moment to recognize it was a butt plug; she researched them a little after Shepard threatened to use one on her at the party.
Focused intently on inserting the well lubricated toy, the Commander didn't even notice she was being watched. She was being very careful, though wasn't too concerned she'd injure Liara. The reason for her concentration was far more lurid as she was getting an immense thrill out of sticking something up the once naive, little archeologist's butt. It would have been so much better if she could have done it back when they first met on the Normandy when the maiden really was just an innocent flower. There was still plenty of satisfaction to be had watching the tight rim get stretched further than it ever had before. As the zenith was past she heard a strained grunt and looked up, but only saw a bit of crest peeking out from behind stiff shoulders. She decided not to prolong what she was doing and quickly pushed the plug the rest of the way in, leaving only the base visible between two blue cheeks. To finish up she used a towel to wipe off the excess lube then gave the perfect posterior a small peck and pat.
Shepard then slid over behind her elder pet, taking a quick glance at the junior who looked back at her with a bashful smile for a moment before turning away to eat again. All her attention shifted to the firm, blue bum before her. Just like with Liara she began with a kiss, but unlike Liara she went straight for glory and planted her lips directly on the matriarch's rear hole. It was a part of her goddess's body she had yet to really explore, having never been given permission to worship at that particular alter. She wanted to make her first investigation a thorough one, but judging by the amount of salad left in her asaris' bowls she didn't have a lot of time. She also didn't completely trust herself not to linger so swiftly grabbed the lube.
As efficiently as possible, something Shepard never would have guessed she'd care about that day, she squeezed out a glob of lubricant onto the matriarch's upturned rear then went about using it to prepare the orifice she was about to penetrate. One finger went in easy as did the second. While she pumped the pair of digits in and out of the dark ring she slid her second plug through the liquid remnants still clinging to the tiny scales of Samara's rump. It was made of a near frictionless material so she could have actually relied solely on saliva but didn't completely trust the blurb on the box. Only when she felt the toy was slick enough and her pet's sphincter loose enough, did she bring the two together. As with Liara the resistance was minimal and she had no trouble slipping the thin knob inside. After a quick wipe with the towel she was able to sit back and admire the view, while wolfing down the sandwich she brought for herself.
The three ate in silence, save some muffled chewing. The pets on the floor had little left in their bowls which they went about eating at a sluggish rate. Liara's lack of hustle was due to distraction, it was hard to focus on anything besides the object lodged in her rectum. While the reason for Samara's leisurely pace was to give the other two time to catch up. On the other end of the spectrum was Shepard, trying to choke down a club sandwich as quickly as possible. Staring at the two perfect behinds before her caused her mind to drift and her gag reflex to trigger after she jammed more than a mouthful into her face. She recovered with a few sips of water, but she got very close to destroying the mood by puking on her lovers. Though, if she had she wouldn't have dwelled on it for years like a certain someone.
The first to finish her lunch was Samara, who upon swallowing her last bit of carrot straightened up then swiveled around to face her owner. She just barely managed to suppress a smile and keep her expression even as her turn caused Shepard to choke for a second time. Watching the woman frantically grab a bottle to wash down the chunk of food that got stuck was quite cute, but not as cute as the blush that followed the last gulp of water. She then had to sit patiently while her two young lovers polished off their meals. When done the maiden beside her followed her lead and assumed the same kneeling position, chin high and chest out. A moment later the last bite vanished from the human's plate.
Visibly giddy, Shepard reached out to place a hand on each crest and began to slowly stroke them before asking, "Did you girls enjoy your salads?"
Both just nodded as it seemed the rules had changed and asari were merely dumb pets now.
"Good, and are you girls enjoying the other thing I put inside you?"
Again both nodded, though the maiden's wasn't exactly emphatic.
"Well in that case, why don't we just leave those where they are while we watch the rest of our movie?" Shepard's hands slid down to cup her pets' chins. "Sound good?"
There were no disagreements so the Commander slid back onto the couch. Without delay Samara followed on hand and knee. Liara however wasn't as swift, getting up on the ottoman she felt the need to wiggle her hips in a vain attempt to adjust the toy inside her. Accepting there was nothing she could do to reduce how odd the sensation was she resumed her sojourn. Her elder had already claimed the spot under Shepard's right arm so naturally she went for the left side. Sitting didn't sound appealing at that moment and instead chose to lay down with her head in her owner's lap. Once comfortable she again tried to reposition the plug, this time manually, and just as before couldn't make it better. Suddenly, she was the one regretting the long run time of the film she had picked.
It took a little over ten minutes for Liara's near obsessive tendencies to pop up and for her focus to narrow solely on 'The Queen's Huntress', completely forgetting everything besides the vid she was watching. She was above the minimum of comfort required for her not to care about her surroundings, or herself for that matter. When she was lost in her work it wasn't uncommon for her to lose track of little things like eating and sleeping. It wasn't so much a sign of her dedication as much a demonstration of an underlying personality trait. While her compulsive tunnel vision helped her in numerous ways over her life, it also got her into trouble occasionally. Like all the times her mother came home to catch her digging in the yard because she forgot to occasionally look at a clock, ignoring warnings of geth activity until it was too late, barely acknowledging the woman she secretly loved who had just risen from the dead because she was too wrapped up in finding the Shadow Broker or that time Castle Arcade kicked her out for monopolizing the claw game for a few too many hours as she attempted to win the plush volus doll. Only to see one sitting in Shepard's apartment a day later, mocking her. She got dangerously close to stealing it on more than one occasion.
For most of the rest of the vid Liara's tunnel vision came in quite handy and she was able to enjoy herself. She hardly even noticed the occasional lip smacks and moans drifting in from behind her or the few times her pillow shifted under her head. It was shortly after the climax of the film, when the evil usurper who assassinated the Queen's parents was finally revealed and the plot was winding down that she was suddenly reminded of reality as the plug in her ass began to move. She looked over her shoulder and the first thing she saw was Shepard's armpit looming over her. Her first instinct was to roll away from the hand fiddling with the toy in her rear, but the much stronger human put the kibosh on that and kept her on her side.
With every bit of her willpower the maiden tried to keep her attention on the screen across the room, but the knob of plastic wiggling in her rectum was too much to overcome. Her eyes shut tight and her fingers bunched up the leg of Shepard's sweatpants when the toy was twirled. A gasp escaped her lips when the base was pulled using just enough strength to stretch her rim without the flared end slipping out. Then it was slowly pushed back in as deep as it could go. The cycle was repeated a few more times before the plug was released. Liara waited a moment for something else to happen and when nothing did she peeked up to see that her owner was watching the movie as if nothing had ever happened. So she tried to do the same, knowing it was only a matter of time before it happened again.
Around ten minutes later Liara's prediction came true and she again felt movement in her behind. It didn't get quite the same level of reaction out of her, which made her wonder if that was the point rather than the Commander just bullying her as usual. The woman did promise not to torment her anymore, though was probably still getting the same sadistic joy out of making her squirm. She should not have to debate whether or not her girlfriend was helping or harassing her, it should always be the former. A horrifying thought suddenly struck out of nowhere that nearly made her gag. Was this how her father treated her mother? It was easy to imagine Aethyta teasing Benezia in such a way. She was a lot like her mother and Shepard did share a few traits with her father; perhaps more than a few. By the goddess, was she involved with someone just like her father?
Noticing a lot of color had drained from her younger love's face, Shepard inquired, "Are you alright Liara?"
The dazed asari asked, "Have you ever head-butted anyone?"
To answer the most random question she'd ever been asked, that hadn't come from Conrad Verner, "A few. I always wore a helmet though."
"By the goddess," Liara whispered dramatically.
"What is troubling you, dear?" Samara asked with true concern.
"I started thinking about my parents..."
"Ew," which got Shepard a sharp punch in the arm from the matriarch beside her.
"Please go on."
"The idea that I'm like my mother and Shepard is like my father and then what parallels might exist between our relationship and theirs."
"Aethyta domming Benezia? I could get behind that." Shepard was smacked again.
"No one likes thinking about their parents like that. There is no reason to worry about it."
"But what if Shepard is like my father? That's an utterly horrifying thought."
"Why? Aethyta's awesome." Samara managed to hit the same exact spot for the third time in a row.
"There is a thousand year age difference between Aethyta and Shepard. There is no way that they are anything alike, except perhaps a few superficial similarities. It would be like comparing you to a three year old."
"When you put it like that. It's just so weird thinking about asari life spans. Like having your spouse die at a hundred years old would be a long life for them, but it'd be like an asari losing their child when they're ten. There's a thought that'd horrify any parent." The woman totally deserved to get hit again, but she had depressed the ones who could carry it out too much to want to try.
The matriarch solemnly stated, "It is the tragedy of asari existence."
The maiden added, "It is an experience we all must be prepared for."
Shepard wanted to punch herself, but had a better idea on how to fix the mood; seeing credits scrolling on the screen she began to get up, "Good thing we've got centuries before we have to deal with it. You'll be sick of me long before then."
"Centuries?" Liara mumbled, forced to sit up as her pillow sought freedom.
While crawling over to get the blanket the human asked, "Haven't you been following the news?"
"Not the actual news from the media or extranet, those sources are useless." The Shadow Broker was, quite frankly, insulted by the insinuation she would watch something like ANN.
The elder alien was far more apathetic and merely answered, "No."
"Scientists, doctors and engineers have been sifting through all the information gathered from the Reapers, trying to salvage something from all the tragedy, including vast amounts of data on how they made things like husks, banshees and brutes. Medical technology is about to take an insane leap forward. They can't even predict how long turians, batarians, humans and everyone else are going to be able to live." Shepard's tone became slightly more serious when she turned to Samara, "Also, and I wish you already knew or could be learning about this at a more appropriate time, but as you're well aware the banshees were created from Ardat-Yakshi, so they've been able to gather extensive information about the condition and have begun developing tests and treatments for it. Maybe even a cure."
The matriarch's posture immediately stiffened and all emotion drained from her expression, "I will meditate on that fact, later."
"Okay," the human didn't know what to say, this was a near thousand year old being who knew how to handle damn near everything far better than her. "Still want to do stuff?"
"I could use a minute first." Samara was struggling to hold back a flood of feelings she did not want to deal with at the moment, she honestly rather continue having fun.
"That's fine," the Commander grabbed the blanket and started heading back to her spot between the asari. "I thought the two of us could watch another movie together anyway."
"That would work quite well, thank you."
It wasn't until the woman was seated and under the covers with her elder that realization hit, prompting Liara to ask, "Two of us? What about me?"
"You won't be able to see the movie from where you'll be," Shepard replied while fiddling with something beneath the blanket for a few seconds before tossing her pants to the other end of the couch. "Now, I don't want to hear anymore talking from my pretty, little asari pets."
The Commander raised a corner of the blanket and with a slight nod of the head directed her maiden where to go. With a bashful smile the alien obediently crawled into the fabric cavern. Feeling magnanimous, especially after almost killing the mood by talking about death, she let one of her favorite blue rumps pass by with just a squeeze and a pat. She wasn't completely benevolent though as that pat happened to land on the base of the plug, getting a startled jump from her pet. When the veil was dropped all she could see of the young scientist was an amorphous lump settling between her legs. Though, it took a few adjustments to find a position that they both thought was comfortable. Not more than a second later she felt a nose nuzzling her nethers or as she had come to know it 'the harbinger of Liara's special brand of torture'. It was imperative to iterate the rules to avoid any mistreatment of her sex and lifted the covering back up to look the alien in the eye.
"Take it slow down there. I shouldn't so much as feel your tongue for a good while and once I do cum you stop. Don't get greedy." Once she got a nod from the maiden Shepard dropped the blanket and turned to her older pet, "Are you feeling alright?"
A smile and a kiss on the cheek was her answer.
It wasn't like what Samara had just heard was bad so the Commander tried being playful, "You know what would make you feel better?"
With a slightly furled brow the curious Samara shook her head, no.
Shepard hooked a couple fingers under the frayed lower edge of her self-cropped t-shirt and lazily pulled it toward her chin, "It usually works for me, though the ones that comfort me are much nicer; so big and warm and soft and blue."
Barely containing several chuckles the matriarch watched as her owner's bust were slowly revealed. The little nubs that capped them were already standing at attention, though she already knew that; the cotton of Shepard's shirt was fairly thin. She craned her neck over to give the woman an affectionate kiss on the lips before sliding herself down until her mouth was level with the human tit. Leaning in she blew a stream of air to incite an outbreak of goose bumps across the pliable mound of flesh and a shiver from the body it was attached to. Once in range she extended her tongue to run the tip of it around the areola, but wasn't able to do anymore teasing before a hand gently grasped the back of her crest and pulled her in, forcing her to press her face against the soft breast.
"Aww, I appreciate the gesture old girl, but this isn't about making me feel good, this about you feeling better," Shepard said using a tone meant for a child. "You just suckle and relax."
It was completely ridiculous, but then again that was kind of the point. The reclined Commander was kind enough to hand over a pillow for Samara to wedge under her head and be as comfortable as possible while she faux nursed. Since there were no expectations on her performance she found a position that most suited her. She snaked an arm under the human's back while throwing the other across the lowest ribs then snuggled up as closely as she could. The blanket was pulled up to her shoulders, completely cocooning her in soft warmth. A brief smile graced her lips before she stretched them out to capture her fleshy pacifier. Her mouth sealed around the tasty, little nipple and she applied a light amount of suction to pull the stiff tip in. There was a sharp intake of air and she was clutched a bit tighter, but other than that it was just a kiss on the crest and she was left to her own devices. A moment later, she heard the music from the opening title of a movie begin to play.
At first the matriarch was just humoring the human she loved and played along by gently nursing the little tip. Then after several minutes of toying she realized it was working to keep several unpleasant thoughts at bay. The idea her youngest daughter could one day have a normal life brought great joy to her heart of course, but Falere wasn't the only child she gave birth to. After centuries spent in isolation, either in a monastery or on the run, the cure had to come a few measly years after the deaths of Morinth and Rila. With Morinth's end coming by her own hand no less. And those were just her offspring; to consider all the other families destroyed by the disease was far too painful. It would take much deep reflection and meditation for her to reconcile her feelings, which had become harder to control since becoming involved with Shepard. So it was quite nice to have a mild distraction to keep her occupied while she calmed the initial rush of emotions.
It didn't take long for Samara to find a temporary peace and for the novelty of suckling to wear off. With a parting nibble she left the nipple behind to rest her head on her lover's strong shoulder, forgoing the pillow. Her lips remained inactive for a single moment as Shepard was quick to seek them out for an embrace. The matriarch was more than happy to oblige and they shared a heartfelt kiss while an over the top gun fight between Nazis and gangsters raged on the screen across the room. She didn't have any idea what the former was beyond a strong sense the Code would have demanded she wiped them out if she was on Earth at the time and given their level of technology she probably could have done it singlehandedly. A couple hundred years back she had cornered a terrorist group who in a last ditch effort were forced to use industrial era weaponry against her. It was at worst irritating; the only times she even bothered with a barrier was when facing a tank, otherwise her hardsuit stopped their bullets and using biotics to pick their unguided explosives out of the air was a simple enough task for her.
Their smooch ended and the old the asari slipped back down to rest under her lover's arm. Settling in Samara noticed the breasts beside her weren't as bare as they were a second ago. Shepard was covering back up which just wouldn't do. What if she needed more comforting later, she wouldn't want to interrupt the movie after all. She blocked the human's descending hand with her own then gave it a little push in the opposite direction. Amused grins passed between them as the matriarch nudged the thin fabric higher to put the woman's bust on display again. Bunched up wasn't the most comfortable way to wear a shirt however so the Commander did the only reasonable thing and flipped it off then tossed it in the general direction of the previously shed pants.
The movie was nothing but white noise in the background to Samara as she cuddled the now completely nude woman. Her eyes weren't even on the screen, instead resting unfocused on the wall at the other end of the room for a little while before they slowly slid shut. There was no threat of her falling asleep, though her mind was consciously blank; she was enjoying the heat of her partner's muscular form too much to want to nap. She did lose almost all track of time. It wasn't until the body in her arms began squirming many minutes later that she took notice of her surroundings again. The chest her cheek was pressed against was heaving, a thin layer of sweat already forming. Her gaze rose to the human's furled face, there was already enough perspiration on the brow to create a tiara of droplets. She then looked down at the blanket which had changed from a mound into a mountain range as Shepard's knees had lifted up. A hand had also found its way to the top of Liara's crest making even the smaller lump a tad higher as well.
For an entirely different reason than before Samara's mouth sought the near tip while her free hand went for the far one. The body in her arms jerked when she simultaneously teased both tips with her tongue and thumb respectively. The clouds in her lover's eyes thinned as they met her own crystal ones, but only for a moment, not long enough to share much more than a quick glance before the woman's expression glazed over again. Adding the oral ministrations of the all-around adept matriarch to whatever her enthusiastic, young friend was doing beneath the blanket was overloading the human's brain with stimulation. Writhing muscles drenched with sweat seemed ready to explode and just to confirm that was indeed the case she lightly bit down on the nipple trapped between her lips which induced a hissing inhale of air. A climax that had been building the entire day was imminent and she wanted it to be as devastating as possible.
The matriarch's oral teasing didn't let up as her hand slipped from her partner's soft breast to graze over hardened abs on the way to a quivering thigh. Her fingers paused on the inner half of the firm limb a moment to get in a few squeezes before hopping to the shoulder it was resting on. The familiar texture of asari scales graced her touch as she gently stroked the spine of the concealed maiden who didn't even notice her caress. It was hardly a surprise that Liara was too absorbed in inflicting cunnilingus on Shepard to pay attention to anything short of a second Reaper invasion; Samara didn't need the girl to though. What she needed was a physical connection to help her establish a mental one without accidently involving their shared lover too soon.
Luminous crystal eyes became black voids as a few wispy ribbons sent a buzz through the air. With little effort the matriarch slipped into her junior's mind. It was always easier for asari to connect with one of their own, but adding in their growing intimacy and shared interest at that moment this time it was as simple as opening a door. Showing a youthful eagerness Liara immediately tried to synchronize the emotions and sensations they were experiencing, however Samara had different ideas and kept the maiden at bay for the few seconds it took the message to reach Liara. She just wanted to make sure they were unified when they expanded their meld to involve Shepard, so all their focus could be poured into the fevered woman they were mutually feasting upon.
Once the two asaris' minds were so entangled that the boundary between them was blurred and it became fuzzy which memories belonged to who they expanded their combined consciousness to envelope Shepard. Waves of biotic energy washed over the threesome, sending violet ribbons dancing through the air and escaping from beneath the blanket. The material was thick enough to prevent any light from penetrating so the fabric didn't so much as glow. The ethereal tentacles could only reach out from the edges. It was as if a raging fire had been trapped and the longer it burned the more intense the flames got until its cage began to lift from the cushions, floating an inch above the three nude bodies.
Shepard's brain imploded, crushed into a black hole of utter bliss. It was the most intense meld she had ever been a part of as both her lovers flooded her mind with every sexual encounter they had ever had. She relived all she had done with Samara from the rewards to the orgy at Hawke's to the shower from that morning and she did so from both perspectives. Simultaneously she was both submissive and domme, giver and receiver, top and bottom, knowing what it was like to give up control and take the responsibility of it. She also found out new things, like the noises Specialist Traynor made during an orgasm, the flavor of a female krogan and what it was like to make love to a spouse after a surprise fiftieth-anniversary party. At least two of those things she'd wanted to try herself one day; the other may take a few drinks first.
The threesome remained joined for a long while, well after the movie had ended. The two asari kept the human aloft the entire time, not allowing her to succumb to the final crescendo until body and mind were completely drained. Shepard's enhanced physiology and naturally strong psychology made exhausting her no simple task. Tongues, lips and fingers caressed every reachable erogenous zone. While Liara's remained affixed between her legs Samara's roamed; teasing her nipples, massaging her breasts, tickling her sides, nibbling her ears and kissing her neck. Her mouth was near impossible to capture as it flapped and wriggled like a freshly caught fish. Every part of her inside and out was stimulated to degree she didn't realize was possible or at least possible congruently.
When the time was right and Shepard could seemingly go no higher or hold out any longer the aliens in her mind released her. She came crashing down like a meteor, scalded into a burning inferno by the moisture laden atmosphere of a previously unknown world any who discovered it would mistake for paradise. Her orgasmic arrival tore the heavens asunder and set the earth aflame, wrapping her in a destructive fire that melted her down into a quivering heap. With a joyous yell the last ounce of energy in her was utterly and thoroughly consumed. She couldn't even manage to send any feelings of appreciation or affection to her lovers through the meld before she completely passed out.
Normally powerful legs collapsed weakly onto Liara's shoulders. A small part of the maiden wanted to continue, but the vast majority of her knew better and she slipped the limp thighs to either side. Not only did she question whether further attention would be appreciated, she was also feeling tired. The crushing orgasm was a shared event that may not have hit her as deeply, but still left her sated and drained. After placing a parting kiss on the worn out cleft she slid up to rest an ear on her human partner's taut stomach. She couldn't think of a better pillow, until she gave it a second thought and realized there was one, but she doubted she could flip Shepard over at the moment. Either way, she contently settled in, wrapping her arms around the comatose woman's waist and luxuriating in the humid air trapped with her beneath the blanket moistened by sweat and release.
Similarly Samara was also making the human her pillow and returned her head to a broad shoulder, a thin grin gracing her lips. Even at her age, or perhaps because of it, it was difficult not to take at least some pride in her sexual prowess. Knocking her much younger lover unconscious was quite the feat, especially given it was the Great Commander Shepard. Very few could claim to have felled the former marine, no matter the method. And though Liara lent a fair amount of assistance and got the ball rolling, the maiden actually made her goal of a devastating climax trickier. Through the meld she had to constantly rein the girl's lustful eagerness in to keep their shared partner on the brink of bliss for as long as possible and thereafter make the fall as hard as possible. Balancing out her junior made what she did all the more impressive in a way.
Speaking of which, after a couple minutes of silence the elder asari began to wonder why she had yet to see hide-nor-scale of her enthusiastic junior. She waited a little while longer before she lifted the covers to see what the maiden was up to. Samara's thin grin became a warm smile when she saw Liara's freckled features completely relaxed, eyes shut and mouth slightly open. It was probably a cheat, but she still marked it on her tally and counted it as two significantly younger lovers knocked unconscious by her sexual prowess, simultaneously no less. During her merc days she would have tallied the encounter quite literally and put it in her conquest journal. Definitely would have put it near the top of her list; before the xenophobic, turian general but after the bodyguard assignment she spent bedding in turn a pair of matriarch bondmates, their three daughters, four servants and half of their followers. That was a good month.
Not as good as her latest one though. Her younger self would have disagreed, probably would also scoff at the idea of becoming a mother of three. Nothing could top the conquest of an entire household; notches on the bedpost as Shepard would say. Maiden Samara would chide her elder self for not being more involved in fighting the Cerberus operatives as well, but she would have been wrong. Thirsting to prove oneself on the battlefield and in the bedroom is misguided. Combat should only be a necessity in route to a goal not a goal in and of itself and never something to enjoy, while sex should be quite the opposite. For too long she had that backwards. Not something to dwell on, but just to note since it wasn't likely there was any threat of her repeating past mistakes.
Samara's eyelids grew a bit heavy, the extra weight would have been easy enough to resist, but she decided not to. She already shared so much with her two lovers, might as well also share a nap. Her discipline was such that she could have willed herself unconscious with a modicum of effort and been asleep within a second. Doing that would have denied her the pleasure of slowly drifting off in her partner's embrace while listening to the steady drum of Shepard's heart. A beautiful lullaby created when the beats were added to harmonized, shallow breaths. She made one final adjustment, a full body shimmy that ensured she had reached the maximum level of comfort then allowed herself to doze off.
More than an hour went by before there was any movement amongst the trio and surprisingly the first to rouse was Shepard. Groggily her eyes dragged open, forgetting for her initial moment awake what was going on she tried to lift her arm to satisfy an inch, but of course couldn't since there was a matriarch laying on it. A dopey grin then widened her cheeks when she glanced down to see a blue crest resting on her stomach and another on her shoulder. Her grip on Samara tightened a bit while her free hand migrated over to lightly stroke Liara's back. She loved the feel of asari skin; its delicate, little scales added a magnificent texture and strength without masking the softer flesh underneath. Plus as a bonus she didn't have to worry about getting hair in her mouth when she licked, kissed or nibbled it.
Each pet of the maiden's shoulders pushed the blanket a fraction of an inch lower, exposing more and more of the delicate, little scales. At first Shepard didn't notice as she was content with gazing down at the two asari beauties cuddled against her, but quickly it dawned on her she could be seeing a lot more blue at that moment. So as not to awaken either alien she very gingerly pulled back the covers, using only her right arm and keeping everything else still. With it gone she had an unfettered view of what she lusted after the most. Although, she couldn't get a good look at Samara's body since most of the best bits were already pressed against her. Nothing to complain about, it just meant her leers were limited to a hip and thigh. Liara's lovely form on the other hand was displayed quite nicely, stretched out before her. Every sliver of flesh was worth drooling over, but her focus quickly narrowed on the perky cheeks in the center and the little knob of plastic nestled between them. Round two was going to be interesting; or maybe it was three, counting the shower. However, she didn't cum during the cleaning, so then she might still be on two while they are on three. Though, she did participate, so it might be more apt to say she simple lost the first round. Then again their dalliances could easily be divided in two which would mean they'd be heading into round four.
Shepard's pointless pondering was interrupted by a peck on the jaw which she didn't hesitate to turn into to capture the newly awakened matriarch's lips for a brief kiss before asking, "Have a nice nap, old girl?"
Sticking to the rules Samara remained silent and simply nodded.
Not that the Commander remembered the no talking rule, her mind having just been recently blown nor did she question the use of a nonverbal response, she just moved on, "I sure did. You two knocked me out cold. That was one of the best experiences of my life, maybe the best. Though, there isn't a ton of competition for that honor. Anyway, thank you so much for sharing it with me."
The matriarch smiled warmly then leaned in for a brief kiss.
Shepard continued not noticing the silence and slid her hand down to cup a firm cheek, thumb toying with the adjacent plastic knob, "Ready to share another experience; a first time experience?"
The warm smile on Samara's lips morphed into a wicked grin as she gave a single slow nod.
"Wake my pretty, little maiden up for me," punctuated with a wink.
After a parting smooch the pet asari slipped down her owner's body, unable to resist lashing a nipple with her tongue as she passed by on her way to her junior's freckled face. Liara looked like a kid snuggling their favorite stuffed animal, even drooling a bit on the Commander's washboard abs. It was an image too sweet to interrupt, but Samara had her orders. She placed a soft kiss on the visible cheek before drifting down to embrace slightly-parted lips. After quite a few gentle pecks and light licks the sleeping doctor finally started to rouse, beginning to return her affections before fully waking. Little by little she deepened their connection until her partner was completely conscious, reciprocating her ministrations and turning toward her. She continued the motion on to roll the maiden over Shepard's leg then pin the girl to the neighboring cushions.
Shepard allowed her pets to play for a few moments, but when she saw Liara's legs wrap around Samara's waist she knew it was time to break them up and slipped down to whisper in their ears, "That's enough of that girls. Now, I think it's about time we broke in the new bed and I broke in your asses."
Wearing an amused grin Samara immediately straightened up, only hesitating momentarily so the Commander could cop a quick feel before detangled Liara's legs from around her waist and starting to crawl to the edge of the couch. It wasn't her feet that touched the ground first however, but rather her hands. Again she paused, with her palms on the floor and knees still on the cushions, to let the two young ladies behind her ogle her plugged rear and moist azure. After a few seconds she proceeded to the bed on all fours putting on the same display that went unnoticed earlier that morning: a healthy sway to her hips. Too bad her seductive gate was again missed as the attention of the pair had swiftly switched to one another as soon as she was off the ottoman.
Cupping a blue breast, thumb toying with the sensitive tip, the Commander asked her junior pet in a mildly condescending tone, "Was my order not explicit enough? Go get on the bed."
Liara gave a sharp nod then rolled out of Shepard's grasp, which left her wide open for a smack on the ass. The blow caught her off guard, causing her to wince. Not because it hurt, but because she felt like a complete idiot for not predicting something so obvious. A second spank followed soon after, motivating her to scramble out of the Commander's reach. She had considered mimicking Samara's sexy, sauntering crawl, but the slight sting in her bum made her reconsider and she simply walked across the room. She didn't want to give the human the satisfaction of a show, though still did since the plug in her rear made her gate amusingly awkward. It was when she climbed on the mattress alongside the matriarch that she got around to imitating her elder, falling to her knees and elbows with her back arched.
Shepard deliberately avoided looking in the direction of the bed, because she knew even a momentary glance could easily become an hour-long gawk. There were too many things she wanted to do and didn't want to waste time leering. Using all the willpower she could muster she kept her eyes glued first to the floor then the drawer she expected to find 'LNT' type items. They weren't actually from her box, but they had accrued enough stuff while on the station to reproduce a reasonable facsimile. Besides, considering what she did with the mop it seemed the Commander could turn anything into a sex toy. A mop wouldn't do this time; she needed a particular device for her next task.
Sitting right in the middle of the top drawer of the dresser was exactly what the Commander needed, an unassuming, little lump of purple plastic in the shape of a codpiece that had gotten plenty of use since Liara purchased it mere weeks ago. She nestled the device between her legs then pressed a near invisible button to transform it into her very own prosthetic penis. She kept the size relatively small since it would be venturing into virgin territory, or at least nearly virgin territory. The plugs kind of got there first. By Shepard's definition the two asari were still anal virgins though. It didn't count unless you cum, that was her philosophy. And by extension, it was also why she considered herself 'pure' even after she went down on that one girl she met at a party when she was sixteen; the 'just experimenting' jackass didn't reciprocate.
Properly equipped Shepard finally headed toward the bed, still not daring to let her gaze drift anywhere near those who were set upon it. As she got closer and closer it became impossible to avoid looking so she resorted to closing her eyes for the last yard, only opening them again when her legs bumped the bed. Her worries were immediately proven founded as her body and mind froze the instant she saw the majesty on the mattress. The sight of spread thighs, moist folds, soft cheeks and plugged rears was too much for a human heart to bear, good thing Cerberus augmented hers or she'd have died for a third time right there and then. After perversely staring a little too long at the side-by-side behinds a loud clearing of the throat knocked her from her stupor. She had no idea which asari made the annoyed noise; her guess was Liara, though it wouldn't have been out of character for Samara either, really.
"So, are my pretty, little pets ready to play?" the Command asked as she slid onto the bed, which she was able to answer for herself once each of her palms was filled by a heated azure, "Oh my, why yes, yes you are. Who would have guessed a dutiful Justicar and the almighty Shadow Broker would get so wet in anticipation of having their butts fucked? Well, besides me, I after all know exactly what wanton asari you are."
Shepard's prattling stopped there as both crests in front of her lowered and shook, the eye rolls were practically audible. Seemed her dirty talk wasn't appreciated. Hard to tell whether quantity or quality was the problem, whether she should do better or give up on it. Considering she wasn't able to do better that really only left one option; shut up and get to it. After giving a parting tickle to the wet, alien folds she slid her fingers up to the plastic knobs just above. She tugged, but her grip slipped. It took a couple more failed attempts before she realized the problem and wiped her slickened fingers off on the blanket. As she retook hold of the plugs a delightful idea struck.
The Commander tugged on the toys, but not enough to pull them out then feigned, "Wow, these things are really stuck in there. I think I'm going to need a little help. Be good girls and pull your cheeks apart for me."
There was a moment of hesitation from both asari, but for two different reasons. Liara needed a second to suppress the few remaining butterflies still fluttering about in her stomach while Samara simply needed the time to figure out the proper way to go about it. The idea of propping herself up with a biotic field briefly flashed through the matriarch's mind before deciding to go the more mundane route and lowering her shoulders to the mattress. As was becoming more commonly the case the maiden soon followed her elder's example and assumed pretty much the same pose; the only difference was her blushing face was buried in the blankets.
Four fingers hooked around each of the four cheeks and pulled them outward. Shepard relished the view for awhile, playing with the protruding knobs as she did, before finally giving them a tug. It took almost no effort to remove the pair of plugs from the asari rectums. Wanting to take advantage of the dilated cavities she quickly tossed the toys aside so she could replace them with her own digits. There was a pair of harmonized gasps though Liara was the only one to vocalize further with a series of soft mewls and moans. Samara simply smiled, eyes closed. She enjoyed prodding and probing the presented posteriors for several minutes while pondering which warm channel to pluck first.
Shepard didn't really come to a conscious decision her hips just sort of drifted the matriarch's way of their own accord. She didn't question why, she just went with it. That meant her fingers had to leave Liara's rear, spurring the maiden to swivel around to glance back at her. Nothing really needed to be said, though she did give the young asari's hand a light tug to signal it could return to the mattress. Her younger pet was happy to get back to a less embarrassing pose, not that being on all fours was much better, but spreading wide open was a bit desensitizing. After a reassuring rub on the fanny the Commander turned all her attention to the splayed, blue rump directly in front of her.
Even with her eyes closed and one ear buried in the blankets Samara still knew exactly what was going on and wasn't surprised at all when the human's fingers left or when they were immediately replaced by something a bit larger. She was more than prepared for the prosthetics phallus's entry so the head was able to enter her comfortably. Slowly the shaft pushed a little further then retreated back to her rim. The second methodic thrust delved a bit deeper, but then pulled as far back as the first. Before the third began her hands were brushed from her buttocks. It allowed her to assume a more comfortable position braced on her elbows, but she suspected the real reason was curling around her waist because as soon as her arms were out of the way Shepard's fingers were squeezing her hips. As the strap-on began to sink into her again she released a pleased moan.
Hearing the matriarch groan gave Shepard more joy than any of the sensations being transmitted to her from the temporary dick between her legs. Well, almost. She wasn't quite that selfless. What she was truly enjoying the most was the near excruciatingly tight heat clutching the synthetic nerves of her toy. It was difficult to contain her excitement and take her time pushing deeper. She did though, not wanting to cause any injury. She then slowly dragged the shaft back out and from there she began to steadily add speed to her thrusts. Her grip firmed and within a handful of minutes her hips reached a rigorous pace, but something wasn't right, something was missing. She couldn't see her partner's face. It was supposed to be a first time experience and it didn't feel like they were sharing it. It could have been anyone's butt she was fucking; the most immature grin spread her cheeks as the realization fully sunk in that she was in fact butt fucking the wizened Justicar Samara. No, she had to put that aside and giggle about it later. She needed eye contact and had to figure out the best position for that.
The Commander's hips gradually slowed to a stop then after a moment of stillness she pulled out, prompting Samara to glance back. Rather than offer an explanation she leaned forward to capture a kiss from near millennia old lips which she maintained as she laid down between the pair of prostrate asari. Once settled on her back she was able to turn the smooch into a more passionate embrace. As she dipped her tongue in the matriarch's mouth she began to blindly reach for her other pet. A quick head dodge kept Liara from receiving an inadvertent poke in the eye; that probably would have ruined the mood. After ducking out of the way the maiden leaned into the searching fingers. With a light touch Shepard pulled the young alien in close. Her cheek was soon being nibbled and nuzzled. It'd have been rude to ignore such affection and switched make out partners.
The threesome exchanged kisses for quite awhile before Shepard remembered her original intent for changing positions and she peeled the pair of asari off her to say, "Wait, hold on. Let's not forget what we're here for, breaking in your little, blue butts. And I'm not quite finished with yours old girl, so time to hop back on."
Wearing a bemused smirk Samara straightened up then rather callously pushed Liara aside so she could swing a leg over the horizontal human. The annoyed look the maiden threw her way was easily placated with a grin and a wink. Only when a hint of a smile was returned did she shift her attention to the woman beneath her. She slowly ran her fingers up the Commander's sculpted obliques on the way to cupping a perfectly proportioned chest; she couldn't imagine ever tiring of her lover's feminine strength. As her hands filled with soft breasts she ground her azure against hardened abs, creating a wet slick around Shepard's navel. She was quite enjoying herself when her hips were suddenly clamped into place.
"I'm not interested in getting dry humped, what I am interested in is your ass and shoving a cock up it." The Commander then let go of the asari's hips, knocked the blue hands from her tits and ordered, "So get that saggy, old rear in gear and impale it on my pretty, purple dick."
Saggy, old rear? That got a raised eyebrow from the matriarch and not only because it was an inaccurate description of her well-toned cheeks.
Shepard didn't blink and stated with a sarcastic tone, "Don't look at me like that old woman. Do as you're told and get on my dick."
One more 'old' and the human might just get smacked, but in the meantime the matriarch indulged her owner and rocked back to get her feet under her. She got up into a squatting position managing to still look elegant somehow. Even as she reached behind her to guide a purple dildo to her anus there was a certain grace exuding from her. There wasn't a bit of hesitation she put the flared head between her cheeks and pressed it to her relaxed rim. She popped it in with little effort, though she needed a few seconds and a couple tries to line everything up properly so she could lower herself comfortably. Inch by inch the toy disappeared into her canal eliciting harmonized moans from both ends of the carnal connection. Samara continued to sink until she was sitting on Shepard's pelvis with the prosthetic cock sheathed entirely inside her. She clenched and wiggled to test the sensation then leaned back, using her arms as braces. Her legs spread wide she offered every part of herself to her lover and it took almost no time for that offer to be taken and for hands to take a firm grip of her inner thighs. Without prompt she then began rolling her hips, using what muscles she could to work the shaft buried in her.
"Dear god," Shepard groaned; eyes fixated on the glistening sex in front of her, her brain frazzled enough that she forgot to use a teasing moniker when she suggested, "Liara, be her backrest so her arms don't get tired."
Not needing to be told twice the maiden immediately moved over to kneel behind the elder asari who was appreciative of the added support, especially given how nicely padded it was. Liara put the matriarch in a tight bear hug while she settled in, heels tucked under her bottom. Once she felt they were both comfortable her grip eased up and she began nuzzling Samara's neck, her gaze shifting to Shepard. She pecked, licked and nibbled any bit of scaly skin she could reach while maintaining eye contact with her human owner. A solid hold on her fellow pet wasn't needed so her hands were able to play. First she slid her fingers down the ancient warrior's undulating stomach, but received a slap on the knuckle before she could get anywhere good; apparently the azure was off limits. Instead she'd have to be satisfied teasing a pair of big, blue boobs, how awful. Though the point wasn't to please the one being teased, it was to please the one watching. She palmed both breasts, gently lifting them as if she was judging the weight of some produce in a store then she tested their firmness by giving them a squeeze. With putting on a decent show in mind she was rougher than usual, forcefully pinching, prodding and pulling the pliable pillows.
The Commander was a gleefully bystander for a number of minutes, her only purpose being the base for the dildo lodged up the matriarch's toned rear. Hormones and lust had finally overwhelmed her brain, so the thought of participating didn't immediately occur to her. She just looked on dumbly as Liara molested Samara's chest which included a copious amount of nipple tweaks and teases. Her gaze didn't stay glued to the maiden's hands as there was so much more to take in. There were the expressions on the asaris' faces, one mischievous while the other orgasmic. The rhythmic rising and falling of the trim hips in front of her was hypnotic, watching as wave after wave traversed her elder pet's flat stomach. That brought her eyes to the greatest sight of them all, an excited, wet azure.
It took seeing her hands to either side of Samara's moist slit for Shepard to remember she could be doing a lot more than just watch. She absentmindedly licked her lips and began massaging the inner part of the ancient asari's thighs, a few scant inches from the vulva. If only she could fold in half so she could bury her face in the matriarch's core. The desire to be a contortionist became even more fervent when she used her thumbs to open the azure labia and saw the glistening folds within. Gradually her fingers migrated inward, her left set heading up to tease the clitoris while the right dipped down. She slipped a trio of digits into her lover's inviting entrance; it was where they belonged and should never again leave. Using every trick and technique she had gathered since receiving her first reward she pleasured the familiar, alien sex as best she could.
After several minutes of being stimulated from every possible angle an unintended gasp finally escaped from the always in control Justicar. Once the first slipped out the cascade of moans and groans could not be stop and she began to sing a lurid song as she bounced on the shaft buried in her ass. Along with the lips feasting at the nape of her neck and hands ravishing her breasts and azure it was impossible for her to keep her normally calm demeanor. Her breaths grew short as sweat poured from every inch of her scaled, blue skin. Then in an explosive instant the joyous heat that had been building deep within her center burst forth consuming her in an elated moment of pure bliss. As she climaxed, a shot of cum erupted from her core, landing on Shepard's hard abs. Even after the high, blissful waves continued to wash over her for awhile longer, until every ounce of energy in her was spent. Samara collapsed in Liara's arms, the dick penetrating her butt was of no concern as she went entirely limp.
The strap-on was turned back to a codpiece, freeing the matriarch's tush to find a more comfortable spot to rest. The young hands that had been molesting her chest slipped away so Liara could give her an affectionate hug. Desiring to further the intimacy in the afterglow the woman beneath her sat up to embrace her from the front. It took a minute for Samara to recover, but once she did she quickly sought Shepard's lips for a passionate kiss. It wasn't long before the lonely girl snuggling her back tickled her ear with an adorable, little whine. She ignored the soft pleas for attention, mostly because she was too busy wrestling the Commander's tongue to do much about them and partly because she found them too cute to immediately dissuade. She let them turn toward needy before she reached back to stroke a freckled cheek.
When the kiss ended Samara began to turn her head to accept Liara's affection, but was cut off by a surging Shepard. She was so used to dictating things that for a moment she had forgotten who was in charge. To be fair though, being sandwiched between two people would lead anyone to assume they were the center of attention. The human's hands focused elsewhere; she could just barely see one grab the back of the younger asari's crest, the other she felt brushing her shoulder blade as it groped one of the generous breasts behind her. So instead of engaging in more oral acrobatics she wrapped her arms around the strong body in front of her, nestled her lips in the nape of its neck and enjoyed holding her lover as tightly as possible.
After the kiss tapered off the Commander announced, "Alright, switch places. It's time from my pretty, little maiden to get her pretty, little butthole penetrated by my great, big... Now what's the word? Maybe I should look it up. Too bad I forgot my notes. Oh, wait! I remember... Cock! Penetrated by my great, big cock; like if my cock was the Mako your butthole was the Conduit. Ready to take another ride on the Mako, Miss T'Soni?"
Knowing when to fight, when to negotiate and when to run away was a vital key to survival often requiring extensive experience to hone, but even a two year old vorcha could figure out what to do in this situation. Samara immediately fled, leaving nothing but air between the smirking Shepard and fuming Liara. Literally fuming, ribbons of biotic energy were rising from the maiden's shoulders like radioactive steam. Her eyes began to glow as they shot a death stare at the human. She wasn't quite so annoyed at being called a pretty, little maiden anymore, which actually annoyed her in a whole different way. Having three embarrassing moments brought up in what amounted to a sentence was maddening. Using the M-word was crossing the line and yet this woman managed to go further still. She did not spend decades studying and working on her doctorate to be called Miss by someone a third her age. Yes, it was ageist for it to bother her considering a matriarch did the same thing just a few days before, or maybe it was just Shepard-ist, but that didn't change how rage inducing it was.
The Commander didn't blink; she just leaned back on her hands and said bluntly, "Don't give me that look, as if you want to head-butt me or something."
Through tightly clenched teeth Liara growled, "Like, what?"
"Head-butt, it's what krogan do, as well as immature asari with krogan grandparents." Shepard wiggled her hips a bit to make her dildo waggle and reiterated, "Enough talking, get your ass on my dick."
"You think I'm going to do that after what you said!? I'm never going to do anything with you ever again unless you..." the maiden suddenly gasped, cutting her ultimatum short, as powerful fingers clamped down hard on both of her nipples.
Twisting her wrists the human stated, "You're not going anywhere."
Liara strained to ask, "Why are you doing this?"
"Because it turns you on."
"No it doesn't," she squeaked.
"Yeah, it does," to illustrate her point Shepard gave both nipples a firm tug, bringing their faces to within inches of each other. "How many times do I have to tell you? You love being teased and bullied and embarrassed and humiliated."
"That isn't true," Liara whined.
"Then why aren't you resisting?" Her grip on the dark blue tips tightened and she gave them another twist. "Because you like it and I'm going to make you admit it."
The maiden hissed, "I can't admit what isn't true."
"It's been true right from the start, from the morning after we made love for the first time. Samara fucked me to orgasm right in front of you, humiliated you and you just looked on like an obedient, little cuckold."
"I was in shock."
"Why'd you come after us?"
"I don't like to lose."
"You just wanted to get beaten again."
"That's ridiculous."
"So you honestly thought you were going to come on to our ship and take us over without incident?"
"I just..." Liara was too distracted by pain and arousal to come up with an actual response.
"You aren't that stupid. You lived out a couple fantasies about tying me up, realized it wasn't for you and folded the second you hit an obstacle because deep down you knew what you really are, a masochistic bottom."
The maiden didn't get a chance to make up an excuse before a harsh yank on her nipples forced her to fall forward. Deftly her body was guided to the side and she landed face first on the mattress. She immediately tried to right herself, but a powerful arm wrapped around her waist to hold her firmly in place. Rather than struggle against a woman who had demonstrated time and time again she had no hope of overpowering she steeled herself for the inevitable spanking. Her cheeks tensed, ready to absorb a flurry of blows that failed to come. The hand she expected to smack her ass instead cupped her sex, a finger dipping between her azure folds.
"You're wet with anticipation or are you thinking about what came next? How I tied you up and rode your face the rest of the day, even while Samara was watching." The body in Shepard's clutches jerked.
With a hint of panic in her voice Liara quickly denied, "No, she wasn't."
"She absolutely was, even commented on what a cute bum you have. She's getting an even better look at it right now, including your puckered, little anus." There was some squirming, but the Commander kept the fidgeting asari well under control. "Don't act like you don't love this, the proof is dripping onto my fingers. Did you get this hot when you dressed up as a slutty schoolgirl and whored yourself out for a better grade?"
"That was only for the benefit of your fantasy."
"Then let's talk about when we played out your fantasy? Like how the first thing that happened was you getting stripped naked or how hurting your ankle and nearly freezing to death only seemed to turn you on more which of course led you to wedging yourself in the bottom of my sleeping bag and doing what you do best, eat pussy. I bet you wished you had your face buried in one right now or better yet relive the party and have me line up a series of women to use your face as a cum dump. Or maybe we should contain our reminiscing to this session, has there been one degrading thing that hasn't made you horny? The sexy lingerie I made you wear, pinning you to the bed last night, washing you off like an animal, feeding you like an animal, putting you under a blanket so I wouldn't have to look at you while you pleased my pussy or how about the spankings, during which you said all those demeaning things? Speaking of which, let's see what I can get you to say this time." There was no build up, Shepard wound up and laid a punishing smack on the asari's prone rear.
A few stray grunts escaped, but mainly Liara remained silent, enduring a dozen firm strikes before calmly saying, "Please, let me up."
It was obvious from the tone that the maiden wasn't playing around so Shepard did as requested and released her. She got back up to a kneeling position, her feet tucked under her bum. There was a teary shine to her eyes that worried both of lovers a bit, but the odd expression on her face eased some of that concern. Demurely she rested her hands on her lap and assumed a perfect posture. It was becoming obvious she was stalling, though no one called attention to it.
After a wasted minute Liara finally spoke, "I'm not saying that I am, but if I were what you mentioned earlier, would it change anything?"
Shepard tone turned serious as well, though she wore a soft smile, "Not really. It's just good to be honest with yourself. The only real effect would be knowing what to tryout in the bedroom."
"What about outside the bedroom?"
"You mean like public humiliation? I'll give it a try, but I'm not sure you'd want to go that far."
"No, I mean when dealing with others," there was a tinge of fear in the young asari's voice.
"Absolutely not, you're still the Shadow Broker." It was easy to forget just how inexperienced Liara was when it came to sex and sexuality. "Just because you like playing a certain game doesn't mean anything more than you like playing that certain game. I mean, I'm a submissive with Samara, but I still kick asses that deserve to be kick and domme the hell out of you. I wouldn't let anyone else in the galaxy treat me the way I let Samara treat me. Hell, I'm annoyed when you try to domme me. Though, there are many things I'd do with you that I wouldn't do with anyone else. Like I let you tie me up a few times, which I hate. Anyone else and they still wouldn't be conscious yet."
The answer may have been obvious, but Liara still wanted to hear it, "You won't think differently of me?"
The human reached up to cradle the maiden's face, "Of course not, dummy. Nothing would be any different."
A glance her way prompted the other on the bed to reassure, "We love you and nothing will change that, dear."
"And I can set rules?"
"Yes and also change them whenever you want."
"Like, that I never want my parents referred to."
Shepard quietly apologized, "Sorry."
Liara accepted with a nod and moved on, "And that I still want sweet and romantic times too; that you can't always ruin everything by making fun of me or bullying me."
That would be a tough one, but still, "No problem."
"Also," a blush suddenly stained the maiden's cheeks and she got a bit more fidgety. "When you tied me up the first time on your ship, you used more... colorful language, less tame. I didn't mind that."
Well that would make up for any lost teasing opportunities, "Oh yes, I can definitely handle that one."
"And, umm..." there was an extended silence as Liara tried to think of anything else.
Samara cut the brainstorming short, "Do not feel you have to come up with everything right at this moment."
"Oh right, of course."
Sensing things were getting back on track Shepard ventured as she began stroking the tops of the maiden's soft thighs, "So, did getting your bottom smacked help you think more clearly and come to this realization?"
After a very blushy moment Liara replied, "I rather not admit to anything."
"Well, there is one thing you need to admit to."
"Yes, so I may be..."
The Commander quickly cut the maiden off, "No, no 'may be', you tell me what you are without any uncertainty."
A long exhale then, "I am a masochistic bottom."
"Which means?"
"I like being bullied and teased and spanked."
Trying to get anything too elaborate out of the creativity challenged doctor would have been a waste of time so she kept it simple, "And who gets to do all those fun things to you?"
"You do." A gesture from the human urged Liara to specify, "Commander Shepard does... also Matriarch Samara."
Shepard cocked an eyebrow and commented, "Matriarch Samara can too, huh? Guess that means you're admitting Samara is superior to you."
Not picking up on the fact the game was restarting the maiden responded, "I wouldn't put it like that."
"I would," the Commander stated while throwing an arm around the elder asari. "It's only been a day and I can already tell she's a whole lot better than you. She's a huge upgrade. In fact, I think I'm going to make her my new assistant. Think you can handle that, old girl?"
With a slight bow of the head Samara accepted, "I will handle whatever you want me to, Commander."
"Good girl," along with the praise the matriarch received a pat on the butt, peck on the cheek and a little wink.
Finally catching on, the one being left in the lurch interrupted, "Wait, what about me?"
"I dunno." Shepard mulled for a moment before mentioning, "Didn't you say Jack needed a new playmate?"
"No, but I don't want to leave you," Liara said so sincerely that both her lovers nearly broke character to give her an affectionate 'awww'.
Fighting back the instinct to wrap the maiden up in a gigantic hug, the Commander managed to remain apathetic as she replied, "That's sweet and all, but you have nothing to offer."
After a few seconds of profound pondering the young asari hesitantly crossed her arms under her bust and lifted, presenting her ample breasts to her owner. "I have a lot to offer."
So cute, but Shepard held strong and cupped one of her elder pet's big boobs, "You aren't actually comparing those immature mounds to these majestic mountains."
"I am happy to hear you no longer consider them droopy bags," Samara offhandedly commented.
"Careful you," punctuated by a playfully nipple tweak. "Sass is part of the reason why I'm dumping this bimbo."
"My apologies, Commander."
"I have more to offer," Liara chirped, trying to regain attention she had adopted a new position; still sitting on her heels, she had spread her legs and was leaning back on braced arms in her best attempt at displaying her azure.
The adorable maiden's averted eyes and blushing, freckled cheeks again tested Shepard's ability to stay in character, but she persevered by wedging her hand between Samara's knit together thighs, proclaiming, "No you don't, I already wore that one out. Guess I shouldn't have passed you around at all those parties. This one is so much nicer."
Straightening up the young pet tried, "I'm good with my mouth."
"Don't mistake endurance for skill." It was the Commander's turn to lean back on her arms, her legs still stretched out to either side of the increasingly desperate asari. "I've fucked drunk, straight girls who gave better lip than you."
"Please, I'll do anything."
"No duh, I own you. You already have to do anything I say. How did I not notice what a ditz you are?"
The maiden was getting so swept up in the game that an honest knot of fear was building in her chest at the thought she could actually lose the one she loved most. "There must be something."
"I told you 'no', idiot." Then with brush of the hand added, "Now get out of here, I'm sick of looking at you."
"But..." was all the asari got out before her cheek was hit by a resounding slap and then once the initial sting and shock wore off Liara's eyes darted back to Shepard, who was waiting for her reaction to know whether to grovel for forgiveness or lay another one on her she whispered, "Please Commander, give me one more chance."
There was a strike to the other side, "This is just getting pathetic now. Am I going to have to physically throw you out?"
Pleads weren't working and the hormones flooding the maiden's brain were making it difficult to come up with a new tact. She had to do something as it seemed she wasn't going to be given any breaks, plus she didn't want to get slapped again. She needed some quiet time to analyze how she felt about the two she had already received; she kind of liked it which worried her, even though it shouldn't have. Not thinking clearly, she went with the first idea that crossed her mind and fell forward. Before her owner could react Liara wrapped her mouth around the freshly reformed dildo jetting out from between strong, human thighs. It was her first time performing fellatio and wasn't sure exactly what to do, though she could tell she didn't like it as much as cunnilingus. Maybe if it were an actual penis it would be more enjoyable. Witnessing the act performed a handful of times was her only experience with sucking a dick, she'd also received a couple blow jobs while wearing a strap-on but her memory of them was hazy at best, so she wasn't entirely sure what to do besides move her lips up and down the shaft. She was barely doing more than getting the tip wet when she felt a hand on her head. It seemed she had made a mistake and began to pull back, but before she could go anywhere the back of her crest was seized.
"What? Did you want to get a taste of your replacement's ass before you left?" The asari tried to pull away, most likely to answer her question, but Shepard didn't allow it. "Don't worry your pretty, little head. Jack loves a good rim job, so I'm sure you'll get plenty of chances to taste someone's ass."
There was no response. With the cock still logged in her mouth Liara had no way to respond, she couldn't even look up. All she could do was wait for her owner's will.
"Come to think of it, this is the first time you've had a cock in your mouth, isn't it?" Then after a moment's pause, "Well? Answer me little girl."
The hand remained in place so the maiden couldn't follow the order, she couldn't even nod her head. She was held there for a noticeable number of seconds before the fingers gripping her crest began to sluggishly pull her forward. Inch by inch the purple dick disappeared into her mouth until she felt it bump the back of her throat. The precursor to her gag reflex kicked in to make a first attempt at dislodging the invader, causing her to make a gargled noise.
"What was that? You're going to have to speak up." Shepard pulled the asari's mouth a little further down her shaft to get a slightly louder labored sound out of her pet. "Was that a yes? I'm going to take that as a yes. I didn't use my little friend on you all that much, did I? Didn't fuck your ass at all either. Kind of a waste."
Finally Liara's head was freed as the hands holding it wandered off. She recoiled to get a gulp of air, but after recovering her breath she obediently put the cock back in her mouth and resumed fellating it much to her owner's delight. She experimented taking more of the toy in and got a couple inches further down the shaft than before, though didn't venture as far as she was forced to by the woman dominating her. Only a few moments past before one of the human's missing palms returned with a sting slap on the upper part of her right butt cheek. Immediately she curved her spine and scooted forward a little to make landing the next blow easier. The spank that landed on her left cheek proved her correct as it was more centered.
"Maybe I do have a use for you," Shepard muttered as she stuck a couple fingers through the maiden's puckered rear rim. "Matriarchs are highly revered and deserve to be respected and I'm not sure I can bring myself to fully debase or humiliate one, which is where you come in."
Liara's mouth left the plastic dick with a pop so she could quickly say, "I'll do anything."
"Of course you will," with an affectionate scratch under the chin. "So instead of sending you off to be the ship's bike, I'm instead going to demote you from my assistant to my dog."
"Dog? Bike?" those words didn't translate to anything in the asari language; the maiden wasn't allowed to make her question even a tad more intelligent before the human spoke again.
"Let me put it into words you would understand." Shepard's cadence then slowed and her tone became condescending, "Instead of making you the ship's slut, I'm going to make you my bitch. And in case you still don't know what I mean let me be even more specific: you are nothing but my dumb pet from now on. You have no more privileges; you don't get to do anything without my say-so. Not that you'll be able to ask since you aren't allowed to speak. No more clothes either. And we'll put a little mat down or something in the corner for you to curl up on at night. Also, you'll only be allowed out of the cabin when escorting me, which you'll be doing at the end of a leash. That reminds me, I'm going to need to buy you a collar. But that's later; right now all I can think about is taking your ass's virginity. So you two get into the same positions as before, except reversed."
As the Commander lied back her pets scrambled to follow her order. Liara immediately began to crawl up her reclined body, allowing the matriarch to swiftly slip into the vacated spot. The move put the maiden's dangling breasts within range for a good fondling which the human simply couldn't resist giving. Nothing significant, just a few light gropes. The intimate touch got the maiden to pause, but a glance from Shepard told her not to stop. The girl placed a foot flat on either side of her, emulating the squatting position she had just witnessed Samara using. The young asari then fumbled about grabbing the slickened dildo before trying to line it up with her rear-end. A lack of confidence, experience and balance made the task nearly impossible, progress hampered by a tumble forward. Luckily there was already a pair of hands in place to prevent a full fall.
"Samara," Shepard called. "The bimbo's so incompetent she can't even manage to shove a cock up her own ass. Help her out; I'm sick of watching her pathetic attempts."
"Yes Commander."
The dick was snatched from Liara by the unseen person behind her, then her hands captured by the woman beneath her. Their fingers interwove, their palms pressed together and the Commander's strong arms were offered to her for support to negate the risk of another tumble. Though, she did manage to almost fall over again, as she jumped when something tickled her rear. Not the rounded head she was expecting, but a wetted thumb that gave her hole a few rubs before slipping inside. The plug had already done a good job of loosening her up and the dildo was designed not to require lubrication, still better safe than sorry. After a few probes the digit was pulled away, replaced quickly by the larger, faker appendage she was anticipating. Her indecent assistant pressed the tip to her rim, but it was going to be up to her to get it in. With gritted teeth and a whiny grunt she began to gingerly lower her weight, her face contorting in ways that amused Shepard immensely. Then, finally, the tapered end achieved full penetration and she slowly slid down the shaft until her blue bum met human hips.
"About time. Though, I do have to admit your ass feels amazing; may never bother with your azure again," was the only praise the maiden received, followed quickly by, "Well, don't just sit there. Get moving."
Liara began to rise up, but was almost immediately impeded by a pair of arms wrapping around her torso. Just as she had done minutes prior, Samara offered to serve as her backrest. Once she was comfortably in place the matriarch's hands slipped up to massage her breasts and lips came down to nibble the nape of her neck. Her reveling in the gentle touch only lasted a moment as Shepard quickly reminded her of her role with a slap on the stomach. A quiver raced through her body and her eyes homed in on her temporary owner's. The palm on her belly didn't move until she put her pelvis in motion doing whatever she could to stimulate the cock deep inside her anus. Her effort was rewarded by the human's fingers sliding down her belly, over her mons then out of sight for a moment before she felt three of them enter her moist sex. Soon after the opposite thumb came into play to masterfully stimulate her engorged clitoris. The only reason she didn't explode after a second was the draining day she had just endured. That didn't mean she lasted for long. In a little less than ten minutes of riding the shaft and digits, an orgasm overwhelmed her. Not as good as some of the others she'd had in the past two days, but enough to coerce a shot of cum to erupt from her azure.
The maiden turned to putty and collapsed on her two lovers. However, the matriarch behind her didn't allow her a moment's rest, rousing her before she could give in to exhaustion; even resorting to sending a small bolt of biotic energy up her spine to knock the shades off her eyes. The dildo in her rectum disappeared as it turned back into a codpiece, so nothing impeded her from dismounting. She wasn't sure what the rush was until she saw Samara slipping in under Shepard's arm while removing the toy from the human's crotch. As she had done many times before, she followed her elder's lead and pressed her body against the Commander's other side.
Samara whispered, "Are you ready for your reward?"
With a smirk Shepard replied, "Yes ma'am."
Nimble, blue fingers curled into the human's core, sending a shockwave through the Commander. Her body knew the bliss it was about to receive and automatically began building toward a climax, much like Pavlov's salivating dog. They exchanged a few lovingly glances before their lips gravitated toward one another to lock in a passionate embrace. Not wanting to be forgotten Liara also put her mouth to good use, teasing one of Shepard's sensitive nipples while applying her fingers to the other. They were in no rush to reach the summit, but then again there wasn't that far left to climb. So it wasn't too long before she lost control of her hips and they started to buck against the matriarch's palm. The added hardship hardly affected Samara's expert, manual ministration of the woman's heated sex and in short order the brief tryst ended with a satisfying orgasm. Not the best of the day; the soul rending that occurred on the couch earlier may have been a once in a lifetime event.
As the youngest amongst them took a moment to recover Samara turned her attention to her other partner, who had yet to surrender either sensitive, little nub. It took a peck on the crest to get the maiden to release the nipple and the promise of a kiss to keep it from being recaptured. The asaris' mouths met in an affectionate embrace that did well conveying their growing feelings for one another. By chance their free hands drifted in the same direction, meeting on the Commander's hardened abs and intertwining in the collection of fluids gathered from all three lovers. Before their smooch ended they reached out with their minds to unite in a meld and once they pulled away from each other physically they expanded the joining to encompass Shepard as well. The three remained bonded, sharing one last union, until they drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted, spent and in love.
Late the following morning Samara awoke slowly, allowing a dozen minutes to drag by before truly regaining consciousness. To her surprise the sight that greeted her wasn't a mop of hair or snoring human face, but the back of a maiden's crest. Immediately she forced her senses to focus and sat up. Liara was still completely dead to the world, fast asleep turned the other way under a white sheet. She scanned the cabin and saw no signs of life. The bathroom, Shepard must be in the bathroom. There were worst ways to start the day than ambushing her pet in the shower. Not bothering with coverings she sauntered across the room, but stopped short when she reached the desk. She bolted for the door to look in and to her dread found nothing. She turned back around; in the center of the display case populated by model ships was a large crater of cracks with faint red stains at its core. The matriarch could just barely make out the impression of four tightly bound knuckles.
Samara lifted the terminal screen that had been slammed down to find an extranet feed still playing on it and turned up the sound, "... the death toll is being estimated at well over three hundred. Authorities can now confirm that the bombing was perpetrated by remnants of the terrorist organization Cerberus. The motivation for the attack is unknown, but it is being reported that several former Cerberus scientists and their families resided in the complex and the bombing could be some sort of retribution for the scientists defecting to help the Council during the war..."
That was enough, Samara closed the computer. She made a quick search of the desk, but couldn't find anything else, not even a note. She flipped open her omni-tool and was told the person she was trying to call 'could not be reached at this time'. What else could she check? Their suite was laced with surveillance equipment to allow visitors to record their sessions. She turned the terminal back on and began rewinding through footage until she saw Shepard storming out of the cabin, wearing a facial expression she did not recognize. Something was off about the human's eyes, but she couldn't quite place what. She scoured every camera angle she could until she heard bare feet padding toward her and Liara appeared beside her.
"Good morning," the robed maiden greeted, already able to tell something was wrong. "What's going on?"
"Shepard is gone," the matriarch's tone was that of a Justicar. "She left no word of where she went."
Liara immediately opened her omni-tool to begin an investigation of her own and after a minute of typing and scrolling stuttered, "Your ship's gone. What's going on?"
"I do not know," Samara stoically replied, though she was anything but at that moment; how could she not think to check if their ship was missing?
"What should we do?"
"Find her."
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