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Unrestrained Desires	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 35892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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One year later...

The light in the room was dim, but his eyes quickly adjusted. One of the fringe benefits of all the modifications Cerberus made, he thought to himself. Never have to worry again about stubbing my toe when the power goes out, I suppose.

At least he had stopped waking up in a cold sweat, believing he was back under that pile of rubble they found him under. One of many traumatic memories that he had finally managed to put into the back of his memories. He was alive. Against all odds, somehow he was alive. The Crucible had been fired, the Reapers had been destroyed... and here he was. Back on the Citadel, living in the home of a man who had saved his life. Part of him had felt a bit guilty about that, but he felt sure that, if Anderson could still talk to him, the courageous Admiral would have been happy that the spacious apartment was being put to good use.

And maybe we'll be making use of that extra space soon, he thought with a smile. He turned to his side on the bed, and saw Liara lying beside him. Her eyes already open, and with a dreamy look on her face as she looked at him.

"You're awake," Shepard said, shifting in the bed to lay on his side and be face-to-face with her.

Liara nodded. "I like watching you sleep," she said quietly. She reached a hand forward to delicately stroke his stubbly cheek. "You look so peaceful."

Looking around the room, Shepard looked at the glowing clock on the nearby wall. "That late already?" he asked, blinking his bleary eyes. "Shouldn't you be heading out soon?"

"It can wait," Liara said. "When I woke up, for a moment there I thought I was back on the Normandy. Stranded on that jungle planet, light years away from you. Not knowing if you were truly alive or not." She let out a happy sigh. "There are times that I worry that this is all just a dream. All the death and misery that happened... how could it be true that both of us managed to survive? That against all odds, we would be together again? I know I shouldn't be so morbid, but every day I am certain that something is going to come along, and take you away from me once again."

"Stop worrying, Liara," Shepard said, raising his hand up to intertwine with hers against his cheek. "The war is over. You and I are here now, together. And if me dying once, being brought back to life, and nearly dying a second time didn't stop us from finding each other, I say, let the galaxy throw whatever they want at us. I won't let any of it separate us ever again."

Liara shifted underneath the covers, to move forward and plant a loving kiss on his lips. "Well... perhaps your brushes with death weren't enough to separate us... but I'm afraid my meeting with Councilor Tevos will." The mattress creaked as Liara tossed the covers off and rose to her feet. Shepard watched her as she walked naked across the bedroom. God, she was amazing. When he was nothing more than an Alliance grunt working his way up the ranks, never would he have thought that it would have ended up like this: him as the savior of the entire galaxy, waking up next to one of the sexiest asari he had ever met. And watching her bare ass as she bent over to open a drawer and search for a fresh set of underwear.

Somehow, she must have felt his eyes on her. She turned around and gave him a saucy look. "You keep looking at me like that, Shepard," she said with a smirk, "and the councilor is going to be very angry with me when I show up an hour late for our appointment."

"Just an hour?" Shepard asked with a grin, the suggestive look on his lover's face working almost as much as her naked body to start his cock throbbing between his legs. "The way I'm feeling this morning... why not make it two?"

Liara laughed, and Shepard was slightly disappointed to see her begin sliding on a pair of panties. "A tempting offer, Shepard... but good things come to those who wait. I promise, once my business with Tevos is finished, I'll come right back home. Hopefully you'll still be..." she glanced down at his groin underneath the covers and arched a brow, "...awake when I return."

"Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Doctor," Shepard said, watching from the bed as Liara slid on a dress. She walked back to the bed to lay one more tender kiss on his lips, before stepping out the doorway of their bedroom. After a few seconds, Shepard heard the door to the apartment slide open and shut, signifying Liara's departure.

Laying back in his bed, Shepard considered going back to sleep. After he had been recovered from the rubble, the Alliance military and the Council had both told him to "take as much time as he needed" before going back out into the field.

And Shepard did have every intention of doing so, eventually. Despite the war being over, there were still things to deal with out there in the galaxy. As the mass relays were being repaired, troops were being sent in to keep the peace in clusters that had been isolated from the rest of the galaxy for months. Colonies with nearly depleted food reserves, mercenaries taking over whole planets while they believed that they were no longer under any threat of reprisal. The war may have been over, but the clean-up threatened to take as much effort to resolve as the fight against the Reapers had.

So Shepard would go back to active duty eventually. But right now, he was just content to rest in bed for a few more weeks, use this time as a much deserved vacation after everything that had happened. Laying back on the pillow, Shepard let out a contented sigh as he pulled the covers back up over him.

And it was just then that he heard something downstairs.

All of his soldier instincts immediately took over, and he snapped up to a sitting position at the sound. "Liara?" he called out. "Did you forget something?"

There was no answer. Just the same sound again, something like glass clinking against glass. Moving quietly out of bed, Shepard grabbed a pair of pants and quickly slid them on. As the sounds from downstairs continued, he quickly pulled on a white undershirt, while reaching to his nightstand drawer and retrieving the pistol inside.

"Whoever's there, identify yourself," Shepard said loudly, as he held his pistol at the ready position and stepped out of the bedroom. The sounds were coming from the bar area. Somebody broke into our apartment... and started making drinks? Shepard thought to himself incredulously, as he made his way down the staircase, pistol in both hands and ready to draw down on the intruder at a moment's notice.

Moving swiftly around the corner, Shepard trained his gun behind the bar. Who was waiting there, however, was just about the last person he expected.

"Hello, Shepard," Samara paused in her preparation of drinks behind the bar. She glanced at the gun in his hands, and a light smile crossed her face. "I thought I might surprise you... I suppose I didn't expect you to be that surprised."

"Samara, what..." Shepard said, before realizing he was still pointing his gun in Samara's direction and quickly lowered it. "How did you get in?"

Samara returned to mixing drinks. "I ran into Liara on her way out. So nice to see her again. She said she wanted to stay and chat, but she had an urgent appointment to get to. Told me to make myself at home and try not to wake you." She looked over at Shepard with a guilty smile. "I suppose I must have been too loud. My apologies."

"No, it's fine," Shepard said, laying his gun down on a nearby table and walking over to the other side of the bar opposite Samara. "I have to say I'm... surprised to see you, Samara. It's been years now, hasn't it? I haven't seen you since we fought the Collectors."

"A long time ago, yes," Samara said. Turning around, she laid a glass in front of Shepard. "Have a drink, Shepard, and I'll tell you all about where I've been."

Moving into the living room and sitting on the couch, Shepard took a sip of his drink as he watched Samara demurely take a seat in a nearby chair. "So... what have you been up to, Samara? During the war, I thought I might end up running into you at some point." Shepard let out a low laugh. "After all, somehow I managed to meet up with pretty much everyone else I had ever flown with in the Normandy. People keep telling me how insanely large the galaxy is, and yet somehow the Reapers made it seem strangely small."

"I'm sorry that I was not able to... join you then, Shepard," Samara said, eyes locked on Shepard as she spoke. "I was busy with other affairs at the time. I'm sure you were witness to the horrors that the Reapers inflicted upon some members of my race. The way they twisted Ardat-Yakshi into those... Banshee creatures."

Shepard nodded, the remembrance of those creatures and their horrible screams burned into his mind. "Yes, I saw it. In those last moments with the Crucible, the Catalyst offered me a choice. To destroy the Reapers and everything they created, to merge with their consciousness and control the Reapers, or to distribute my DNA into... well, it doesn't matter now. When I thought about monstrosities like those Banshees, I knew there was only one option. Even if it meant that I would end up dying in the process, I knew that the Reapers had to be destroyed."

"And yet you lived," Samara said with a smile. "A fact that I am grateful to the Goddess for. But as for why I was not able to assist you. When the Reapers came, I was at the monastery where my daughters were being held. The Asari government had gotten word about these Banshees, and how the Reapers used Ardat-Yakshi to create them. They sent a carrier ship to evacuate the residents of the monastery, and take them somewhere safe, out of the Reapers' reach."

The story was true... in part. A ship of asari troops had arrived that day, several months after Samara had been taken captive and shown the truth by her beautiful daughters. But it wasn't rescue they had in mind. The commando in charge of the group had explained to Superindendent Jethra that they had brought a bomb, and intended to quietly evacuate the staff before detonating it and destroy the monastery with all of its residents inside. "Better they be dead... then be added to the ranks of the Reapers," the commando had explained.

But things had gone a little bit differently than planned. Samara had watched, her hand busy working between her legs, as Morinth and her sisters had first taken control of the commander of the asari commandos, then the others who had come down on the shuttle to Lesuss. Once they had been properly pacified, the commandos were gracious enough to offer the residents of the monastery a place on their massive carrier ship. It took some "persuasion," as Morinth and her sisters flew up on the shuttle and methodically took control of the rest of the crew. But within only a few hours, the entire monastery population had been ferried up to the carrier ship, the Ardat-Yakshi eager to sample the new flavors of the commandos after months of feasting on the former monastery guards.

"Unfortunately," Samara said, continuing to spin her tale, "the spot where the commandos intended to take us to safety was... no longer an option. So instead we kept on the move, picking up refugees wherever we could manage, while doing our best to evade the Reapers."

Ah, yes, the refugees. It wasn't that Samara had tired of the constant supply of asari cunt for her to lick. But once they had started "rescuing" refugees of the war, Samara had been in absolute heaven, as a new selection of dripping pussies, along with hard cocks, had become available for her to enjoy. She had especially enjoyed the day where they had found a shuttle full of batarians, fleeing the destruction of their home planet and nearly out of fuel. Once Morinth and her sisters had entranced them with their powers and fed off of them, her daughters had watched eagerly as the batarians stripped off their clothes and filled every last one of Samara's holes with their throbbing cocks. She had ended that day drenched in batarian cum, smiling as the last one shot his load across her tits.

"I have to admit, Samara... I'm a little surprised," Shepard said, taking another shot off his drink. "I mean, what you did probably saved a lot of lives in the end. But considering what I saw of you back during the mission against the Collectors, I would have expected you to be up on the front lines."

Samara gave him a look then, one that was strangely sad. "So... I guess it's true," she said softly.

"What's true?" Shepard asked.

But Samara shook her head, offering no further explanation of her comment. "Finish your drink, Shepard. I have something important I need to show you."

"What is it, Samara?" Shepard said, moving to stand up. Something about her sudden arrival back into his life, after years of no contact, was making him wary. "Is it something to do with your daughter? Look, I know I let you down back then. I probably should have helped you find... Morinth, was that her name? But if you need help finding her now, I..."

"Sit, Shepard," Samara said, walking over to him and putting a hand on his chest, lightly pushing him back down on the couch. "Sit, and drink. I'll be right back."

Confused, but with no reason to disobey, Shepard sat back down on the couch. Samara disappeared around the corner, Shepard watching the spot with mild curiosity. "Well, regardless... I'm glad to see you again," Shepard said. "I know we didn't part on the best terms the last time, but if there's anything I can do to help, just name it."

"Shepard... do you remember when I first came onto the Normandy?" Samara said, out of sight behind the wall dividing the living room and bar room. Shepard watched the virtual fireplace crackle as Samara spoke from out of sight. "When you brought me into the comms room and you and Jacob welcomed me aboard?"

"Of course I do," Shepard said, finishing the last of his drink and setting the glass on a nearby table. "It always surprised me, not just with you, but with all of the others that we brought in. That they were so willing to serve on a Cerberus vessel. But then, I guess we didn't know about them then what we do now. The depths that they would sink to."

"Well, I did swear an oath to serve you, Shepard," Samara said. "In... whatever way you desired. But what else do you remember about that day? After you and Jacob greeted me... do you remember what came after that?"

There was something odd in Samara's voice, and despite knowing he had nothing to fear from the justicar, Shepard suddenly found himself feeling just as on edge as he did when he had left the bedroom, weapon in hand. "I'm... not sure. I remember you settling in in the Starboard Observation bay. After that we set course for Tuchanka. That's all I can really think of at the moment."

"I see," Samara said, her voice sounding deflated. "Then I suppose you don't remember... this."

Samara stepped around the corner, and Shepard jolted in shock. The calm, serene justicar had taken off all of her clothes, and walked in Shepard's direction completely naked. "Samara, what in God's name are you doing?" Shepard exclaimed.

"I'm trying to remind you, Shepard," Samara said, running her hands up her sides as she walked, and bring them up to caress her breasts. "Make you remember what happened on the Normandy... what really happened."

"Samara, stop. I don't know what you..." Shepard tried to stand up, but there was suddenly a swimmy sensation in his head, and he found himself falling back onto the couch. "Samara... what did you..."

Samara glanced at the empty glass on the table. "I remember someone on the Normandy mentioning the alterations that Cerberus made to your body," she said. "I only hope the dose I gave wasn't too strong. I'm sorry to do this, Shepard, but trust me..." she reached him on the couch and straddled his lap, Shepard suddenly too weak to resist. "Once it's all over, you'll realize... just like I did... that it's all for the best."

"S... Samar..." Shepard felt his vision dimming, and soon he was out like a light.

* * *

He woke up in darkness, his head ringing. What had happened? He had had the strangest dream about... Samara? Why would he have dreamed about her? It had been years since he'd seen her.

As his vision slowly adjusted, he was suddenly aware of a warm, wet sensation down between his legs. After a few moments of confusion, he realized what was happening, and laid his head back on his pillow with a smile.

"Well, that's definitely one of my favorite ways to wake up," he said, staring up at the ceiling and enjoying the feeling of Liara's mouth wrapped around his cock. "Oh, Liara... you don't know how much I needed this. The dream I just had... it was the craziest thing. Samara was here... you remember her, right? And she was..."

Shepard made to reach his hand down to play with Liara's head tentacles, one of his favorite things to do when she was going down on him like this... and that was when he realized that his arm wasn't moving.

Looking up in panic, he saw that his wrist had been fastened into a thick metal manacle, a chain extending from it to a bracket that had been crudely mounted into the wall. Looking to his other side, he saw his right arm in a similar position. As he realized that his legs wouldn't move either, he raised his head up and looked down the bed...

...and saw Samara there. Still naked, and with her fingers gripping the base of his cock as she slowly and lovingly worked her lips up and down its length. Pulling his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, Samara looked at Shepard and smiled. "It wasn't a dream, Shepard. It was real. So wonderfully real."

"Samara, have you gone insane?" Shepard said, struggling against his bonds fruitlessly as he realized that Samara had stripped him naked before chaining him up. He suddenly noticed a slightly painful tightness in his groin, and as Samara's hand shifted he saw that a cock ring had been placed around the base of his manhood. Keeping him painfully erect even as he reacted in horror to what was happening.

"Oh, I missed this so much, Shepard," Samara said, leaning down to run her tongue along the length of his pulsing cock. "I can't believe that you don't remember. So many nights you'd call me up to your cabin, and have me suck you off in your bed. There were so many cocks for me to taste on the Normandy, but I always liked yours the most."

Shepard struggled to understand what Samara was saying, his head still reeling from the drug that she had slipped into his drink. "Samara, I don't... know what's happened to you, but you need to stop this. None of what you're saying makes any sense."

"But it will, Shepard. I don't know what happened to you, who destroyed all your memories of our time on the Normandy, but they'll bring them back. Just like they brought mine back. And once they do... oh, it's going to be wonderful. You can fuck me just like you used to back on the Normandy. I remember the times when we would visit Liara in the Shadow Broker's ship, and the two of you would play with me all night. You two could make me cum so hard."

Liara's name sent a jolt through Shepard, and he looked around the room to find the clock. "Samara, listen to me," he said, his tone deadly serious even as Samara began sucking on his cock again. "Liara is going to be back here any minute now, and if she finds us like this... you need to leave, right now. If you undo these chains and walk away, promise to never come anywhere near me again, I'll let you go. But if you don't do it soon..."

"Oh, don't worry, Shepard," Samara said, pulling his cock out of her mouth and stroking it as she looked at him with a smile. "Liara's well aware of what's going on here. In fact, I'm quite certain she approves."

"Approves, what are you..." Shepard said. And then a bolt of fear ran through him. "Samara, no. What have you done to her?"

Samara let out a chuckle, reaching down to fondle Shepard's aching balls as she continued jerking him off with her other hand. "I didn't do a thing to her, Shepard. But my little darlings... well, like you, Liara had forgotten about our time together. But they helped her remember. Remember all of it."

Shepard yanked on the chains around his wrists, trying with every last ounce of strength to pull them free. "Samara, you crazy bitch!" he spat, eyes clouded with anger. "Tell me what you did to her, goddamn you!"

Letting out a weary sigh, Samara stood up from the bed. She walked over to the video screen opposite the bed and pressed a button on the side panel. "Well, I think it would be easier to show you."

The video screen flared to life, and Shepard felt fear and anger grip his insides, as he saw what was displayed on screen: it was a video taken from the other end of the hallway outside of their apartment. On the screen, Liara walked out of their door, in the dress she had put on just that morning. As she approached closer to whoever was filming, the camera ducked out of sight around the corner. After a few tense seconds, Liara rounded the corner, and she gasped in surprise as she saw the person with the camera. "Oh, you startled me. I'm sorry, are you lost? I don't think I've seen you..."

"No!" Shepard called out, as a figure emerged from the shadows behind Liara, and planted her hands on the sides of Liara's face. Liara's expression immediately went blank, as the asari who had come from behind her grinned wickedly, her eyes pitch black.

"Oh, my, Dr. T'Soni," the asari said, with a tone of sinister glee. "So many dirty little fantasies hidden in that mind of yours. Buried so deep that I'm sure even Shepard doesn't know about them. But me, I've learned to dig a whole lot deeper. So let's bring those desires of yours right up to the surface, what do you say? And maybe... strengthen them just a wee little bit?"

Liara let out a gasp, but offered no resistance as she stood stock still, the asari behind her grinning even wider as she melded with Liara. After a few minutes, the asari finally released her grip, and Liara took in a deep breath. As Shepard watched, Liara blinked a few times, and then turned to face her attacker.

"That dress," the asari said. "Take it off for me. And your underwear as well."

Shepard expected Liara to refuse. Perhaps even slap the woman in the face. But instead, Liara meekly said, "Yes, Mistress," and began pulling the dress up over her head. Paying no mind to the fact that she was in the middle of a public hallway, Liara then unfastened her bra and dropped her panties to the floor, standing naked in front of her attacker.

From out of range of the camera, someone handed Liara's attacker a shopping bag. "Put this on for me," she instructed Liara. Slowly, as if in a trance, Liara obeyed. Once she had finished, Shepard saw that Liara was now dressed in what looked like a street-walker's outfit. A tube-top that pushed up her breasts and displayed a substantial amount of cleavage, a leather skirt short enough to put the bottom half of her ass on bold display, and fishnet hose and stiletto heels. Shepard couldn't imagine Liara being willing to put something like that on even for him, much less for a total stranger.

"Now, then, Liara," the attacker said, as she openly groped at Liara's barely clothed body. Liara stood still, making no attempt to remove the hand grabbing at her flesh. "My two lovely sisters here are going to take you on a trip to... say, what's the dirtiest, lowest-class ward on the Citadel?"

"Bachjret Ward, Mistress," Liara answered slowly.

The other asari nodded. "Bachjret Ward, then. Rila and Falere here will accompany you to the absolute worst spot in Bachjret Ward. Wherever all the prostitutes work there. You're going to go down there, Liara, find out whatever the cheapest, dirtiest whore there is charging... and you'll charge half as much. No matter who, if they have the credits, you will give yourself over to them. Oh, and after every customer, your price drops by one credit. Until you're giving it away for free to every last person who wants to fuck you." She gave these instructions with a wicked grin on her face. "Do you have any problem with these instructions, Liara?"

"No, Mistress," Liara said, bowing her head. "I live to serve you."

"Good girl," the other asari said, taking Liara by the shoulder and escorting her over to someone off-screen. "Go have fun." She then turned to the camera and spoke. "As for you... Mother. I think you should go pay a visit to the legendary Commander Shepard. Their door code is 62779."

"Yes, Mistress Morinth," said a voice from behind the camera. Samara's voice.

Samara hadn't been watching the video, so focused had she been on sucking Shepard's cock. But as the video of her walking through the hallway went black for a moment, and then switched to a new angle, she looked up and let out an eager moan.

"Oh, you're going to love this part, Shepard. Falere sent it over to me just before you woke up," Samara said eagerly. "Oh, I'm sorry, but watching this just gets me so hot..."

As Shepard continued fighting against the chains, Samara climbed up onto the bed and perched herself above Shepard's cock. Taking his erection by the base, she aimed the head of his cock at her damp slit and let out an ecstatic moan as she sank down onto him. As the next video on the screen started to play, Samara began riding on Shepard's cock, moaning loudly with every thrust of her hips down onto him.

Shepard let out a pained moan, as he looked around Samara's bouncing tits and saw what was happening on the screen. It was Liara, in the same outfit that Morinth had dressed her in, in a back alley somewhere on the Citadel. Shepard watched in horror as, on the screen, Liara sank down to her knees and began sloppily blowing an obese, hairy looking human, his gut hanging out from under his shirt as he grabbed Liara by the sides of her head and worked her mouth up and down the length of his filthy cock. Shepard might have made himself believe that Liara was being forced into it, if it wasn't for the pleasured moans he could hear her making through the video screen. After a few minutes of sucking, the filthy human started making rasping moans, and Liara pulled his cock out of her mouth just in time to let him shoot a load all over her face and tits.

There was a cut in the video, and now Liara was bouncing up and down on the cock of a turian seated on the edge of a dumpster in the same alley. She wore a smile of pure bliss on her face, cum still dripping down her chin from her previous customer, as she worked her hips up and down on the turian's thick blue cock. "Yes, fuck me," Liara said, speaking in unabashedly vulgar terms that would have brought a blush to her face just a few hours before. "Ram that cock all the way up my slutty asari cunt! Spray your cum all up inside me!"

Another cut, and now Liara was being held suspended between two krogans. One of them took her from the front, while the other one had his cock rammed quad-deep into her ass. Shepard had never even broached the subject of trying anal sex with Liara, and yet here she was, licking her lips and wrapping her legs around the front krogan's waist as the two krogan fucked both of her holes.

Cut again, and by now the whore outfit that Morinth had made Liara wear had been torn nearly to shreds. Liara's tits bounced free as she rode the cock of a batarian lying on the dirty alleyway ground. All while three more batarians stood around her, cocks in her face. Liara eagerly moved from cock to cock, working her mouth hungrily across each of them and leaving them dripping with spit by the time she moved on to the next. She let out a cheerful giggle as the first of the batarians shot his load, stroking the other two cocks until they too sprayed cum all over her smiling face.

"Stop it," Shepard yelled out to Samara. "For the love of God, turn it off!"

But Samara ignored him, all of her attention focused on riding his cock. Shepard shut his eyes, not wanting to see any more of the lewd images on the screen. But he could still hear it. Liara begging for more cock. More cum. Fuck me harder. Fuck this little asari whore's dirty cunt. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me...

And then suddenly, the audio, and Samara, stopped. Tentatively, Shepard opened his eyes, to see Samara still perched on top of him, but with her attention focused on the door to the bedroom. "Oh, good," she said cheerily. "Sounds like they're back."

Shepard waited in terrified anticipation. After a few seconds, he heard footsteps on the stairway to the upper level.

The first through the open doorway was Morinth. She looked just as she had on the video screen earlier. A disturbing resemblance to her mother, but with a wicked glimmer in her eye that sent a shudder through Shepard. "Commander Shepard," Morinth said. "So pleased to finally meet you."

"Please," Shepard said, surprised at the desperation he heard in his own voice. "I don't know what you've done to Liara, but just... let her go. You can do what you want to me, just let Liara go."

"Hmm... are you certain?" Morinth said, looking behind her into the hallway outside the bedroom. "Maybe we should ask Liara herself how she feels about that."

Into the room walked two more asari – Rila and Falere, Shepard guessed. They had less of a resemblance to their mother, but the relation was still obvious.

And behind them, on her hands and knees, being led by a chain attached to a collar around her neck, was an exhausted, cum-stained Liara. By now there was nothing left of her clothes but the torn fishnets and heels. Shepard let out a pained moan as he saw the cum dripping off her face and running out of her pussy down her leg. But still, just as she had in the video, Liara wore the happiest smile on her face.

"What do you think, Liara?" Morinth said, crouching down to grin at the gasping, blissful Liara. "Did you have a good day today?"

"It was wonderful, Mistress," Liara said. "So many people fucked me. So much cum. I never imagined it could be this perfect. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for letting me be a whore for you."

Shepard shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing coming out of his beloved Liara's mouth. "Liara, no," he said weakly. "Snap out of it, please."

Liara seemed to notice Shepard for the first time, then, and she turned to stare at him with a bright smile. "Oh, Shepard, I'm so happy! Morinth and her sisters, they fixed all my memories! I had forgotten about all the things we had done back on the Normandy. All the people that Morinth had let us fuck. I don't know why I forgot, but now I remember! And she says she's going to help you remember, too! Isn't it wonderful?"

"Yes, it certainly is," Morinth said. She looked over at her sisters. "Rila, Falere... why don't you join Mother over on the bed?"

The two other asari nodded. Unzipping their clothing and letting the garments drop to the floor, Rila and Falere climbed up onto the bed, on either side of Shepard and Samara. Smiling proudly, Samara leaned over to lay an open-mouthed kiss on one of her daughters, and then the other. As Samara resumed her bouncing on Shepard's cock, Rila and Falere each took one of their mother's tits in hand and began fondling it.

"What was it you said to my mother once, Shepard?" Morinth said, as she watched the carnal scene taking place with mild amusement. "I believe it was that, compared to the Reapers, a single Ardat-Yakshi wasn't much of a concern to you." She arched a brow. "Well, if one wasn't enough to... concern you, how are three of us doing?"

"You won't get away with this," Shepard angrily spat at her. "I have friends, people that will notice that something's happened to me and Liara. They'll find you."

Morinth laughed. Shepard noticed then that she was holding a datapad in her hand. A familiar datapad, Shepard realized in horror. "Well, I'm sure they will. After all, from the looks of this... party plan, it looks they'll all be coming to pay you a visit in a few days. Oh, but what's this? I don't see me or any of my family here on the guest list." Morinth clucked her tongue. "Well, Shepard, I hope you don't mind if we decide to do a little... party crashing. We can't wait to meet all of your friends, after all. And show them all the wonderful things that we showed your beloved Liara here."

Hearing her name, Liara crawled on the floor towards Morinth, leaving a trail of cum dripping off her body in her wake. "Can I eat your pussy, Mistress?" Liara said pleadingly. "I'll eat your pussy so well, Mistress. Please."

"Perhaps later, my dear," Morinth said. As Shepard watched, she also began shedding her clothes, slowly stripping down to bare flesh. "My family and I have a little something to share with Shepard first."

Shepard pulled with every last ounce of strength on the chains holding him in place. "You can't..." Shepard tried feebly to protest. "You can't do this!"

"Oh, but she can, Shepard," Samara said. As Morinth moved to crouch in front of Samara on Shepard's chest, Samara reached forward and placed her hands on her daughter's breasts, lovingly caressing them as she laid a kiss on Morinth's neck. "My daughter is an amazing woman, Shepard. And she can do anything. I'm so proud of her."

Morinth reached her hands down to Shepard's face, and as her eyes went black, Shepard screamed.
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