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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 26022 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Miranda was kneeling on the bed, sunk on her heels, thighs slightly parted. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, a blindfold over her eyes. She was left like this for a while now, after Shepard told her to take a shower and make herself presentable. He had her dressed up in exquisite thigh-highs, matching garter belt and a fine topless corset. It would have been flattering if she didn’t feel like a dress-up doll. She liked the view, though. Before the cuffs went around her wrist, she had a few seconds to run her hands through her torso as she admired her reflection.
When Shepard ordered her on the bed, she started to feel anxious and looked for clues to figure out what will happen next. When he put the blindfold on her, she started to blush and breathe heavier, fighting off the panic, that was slowly creeping in.

“Relax” Shepard whispered in a low voice. “There will be no pain this time. I promise.”

She shuddered, not really believing him. She darted her head left to right to listen to every little noise. She could hear him chuckle. His hand ran over her shoulders and arms, fondled her breasts a little and then patted her thighs. All his touches became unexpected, making her jumpy.

“I’m going to leave for a while” Shepard explained, his voice close, breath warm on her ear. “Just don’t move. I’ll be watching,” he added in a mock warning tone.

“W-what—” she started to ask in a trembling voice but he put a finger on her lips.

“Behave.”

And then she was alone.
For a while she tried to track time but it quickly became pointless. She tried some breathing exercises, anything that would prevent her from thinking. Eventually though, her mind started to wonder. Maybe Liara had enough and they wanted to sell her? They were going to show her off to potential buyers? Or already have one? No, there were better ways for that. Did they come up with some new, twisted game?
Then she became frustrated. She thought she was helpless until now, but this was something new. She couldn’t see, barely move, and she had no idea what to expect. She couldn’t even prepare mentally. She listened to every noise, turning her head left and right, but it didn’t help. First she was cold, then she started to sweat, wondering if they turned up the heat remotely or was it just the fact that she was immobile, or because she was starting to panic again and her increased heartbeat caused her body temperature to rise. She felt her skin becoming damp.
Then she realized she was whimpering. It scared her a little. She squirmed, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Her legs started to hurt. She licked her lips when she felt her mouth was going dry. Hours may have passed. She had no idea. There was probably a camera trained on her so Shepard could watch her from wherever he was. She tried to pull herself straight, not to show any more weakness.
Just when she started to feel dizzy, she heard the door hiss open, a very loud sound to her deprived senses. Someone was muttering, feet shuffled into the room. The door closed. And then an excited squeal and clapping of hands. Liara.

“Shepard! This is so hot!” the asari gushed while Shepard chuckled.

“Not so fast.” He warned as Liara whined from excitement. There was some moaning and chuckling.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
They probably groped each other, judging from the sounds Miranda could hear. It went on for a while. Clothes ruffled.

“I think she’s ready now, doll,” Shepard purred and Miranda felt their weight on the bed. She turned her head left and right again to hear them as they approached, crawling to both sides of her.

“She’s so pretty,” Liara sighed and touched Miranda’s cheek, that made her shudder.

“It’s okay,” Shepard whispered soothingly. “Gently now, doll. Like I told you.”

Miranda took deep breaths as the asari’s smooth, warm fingers traced her cheek and ran down her neck. After the long wait, Miranda was actually grateful for the sensation of touching. Another graceful hand joined the exploration, running down the other side of her neck and shoulder, towards her chest. She let out a small gasp.
Then there were hands everywhere, all their touches electric, making her twitch and shudder, making her breathe faster. The gentle, warm hands of Liara on her face and shoulder, then her soft lips on her neck, traveling in a beeline towards her parted lips, the firm touches of Shepard on her waist and her thigh. His soothing voice filling her ears as he whispered instructions to Liara.

“Slowly... that’s right, there... very good... slowly... don’t bite... that’s it” it made Miranda’s head spin. Liara was also gasping and moaning in a more and more husky tone.
God, did Shepard know how to play Liara! The asari became a whole new creature, his voice taming her, directing her lust into just the right places. When she became too eager, a simple word would make Liara’s touch tremble and soften, and when her hand reached Miranda’s breast, she was already leaning into the touch with a soft sigh.
Two hands disappeared, as far as Miranda was still able to follow: Shepard’s firm hand still massaging her thigh and Liara’s slender fingers wrapping around her full, round breast, a finger brushing over her nipple. The gentle rocking motions suggested that Liara was probably reaching to massage him and his other hand probably worked Liara, somewhere.
Every whispered word made Liara moan louder.

“Take it easy, very good,” as if he was using the asari as a tool to play with Miranda. She exhaled long, and then she felt Liara’s lips finding her mouth and she turned into the kiss, drinking in her taste, her whole body squirming. She felt the asari’s surprise, freezing for a second at her response, before letting out a happy sigh and sending her tongue to explore her prize.
Miranda felt she was going to fall, her senses overwhelmed with the treatment, losing her balance as Liara kissed her eagerly. Miranda let out a whimper, wishing her hands were free so she could hang onto something.
In the darkness under the blindfold she saw stars and fell, hoping she will never stop falling. It was a dizzying sensation and he realized they caught her, kept her hanging between heaven and earth, hands pressing into her back to keep her arched, her head falling even further back, exposing her neck. Kisses showered her skin, starting from her jawline, traveling down across her collar. She was moaning longer now, and cried out when she felt another set of lips clasping down on one nipple.
Shepard sucked her sensitive flesh into his mouth, his stubble tickling her skin until he pinched her nipple between teeth and started tugging. She tried to twist her torso to ease the tension and tried to fold her legs out from under her, when Liara’s kisses reached her other nipple and she lost it. She cried out, buckling her hip, and they all fell. The asari giggled as she pressed her face into her breast. Shepard slowly spread Miranda’s unfolded legs and firmly trapping her thigh under his knee, his hand slid up her soft skin and cupped her sex firmly, making her gasp again. The caress to her breasts alone almost sent her over the edge, making her voice falter, when she tried to say something. She couldn’t, the tingling sensation was too strong.
She felt Liara’s hand slide between her legs and Shepard let it gently slip under his. The lips stopped caressing Miranda’s breasts, making her whimper and squirm, unable to see and touch the others.

“Easy, doll... nice and slow,” Shepard whispered and guided Liara’s fingers over Miranda’s damp folds, gently rubbing. Liara moaned, her voice muffled, probably from kissing Shepard.

“Please—” Miranda moaned, her voice hoarse, breathing heavily. “Please...”
“Go ahead,” Shepard murmured, and then Liara’s lips touched hers. She kissed back, feeling the asari’s firm breast rub against her wet nipple, making both of them moan deeply into each other’s mouth. Miranda was so lost in the onslaught of pleasure she didn’t even realize how eager she was, kissing the asari. She didn’t even notice Liara’s tears of joy dripping on her cheek.
“Gently, doll, nice and easy... feel it?” Shepard’s voice was close. Miranda felt the tender pressure of fingers on her petals as they were parted, fingertips massaging, making her whimper into Liara’s lips. “Like this. Follow this.” His voice was hypnotic.

Liara was whimpering back and her lips took on the same rhythm as her guided fingers, caressing Miranda’s lips in perfect sync. Miranda felt like she was melting, relaxing, her body sinking into the pillows. She was approaching her release, circling her hip against the caressing fingers. Somewhere in the back of her mind she understood that just as Shepard was using Liara to play with her, he was also teaching the asari how to use her toy and play with Miranda’s body. She was being reduced to an object of pleasure but she didn’t mind. She wanted more.
“Now, doll... see?” Shepard whispered and pressed Liara’s middle finger against her entrance. He caught the signal from Miranda’s body, when her hip was angled the right way, thighs parting more, when she was ready. She let out a long, deep sigh when she felt the finger slipping inside, which turned into a gasp when she realized his finger pressed in, too, intent on continuing Liara’s education even there.
“Uh, gawd, please,” she managed to moan, leaning her head back into the pillows. Liara was moaning with her, kissing her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck, their breasts rubbing together. The asari’s lap ground against her hip, their thighs tangled together, now both of Miranda’s legs trapped, spread open.
The release came suddenly and intensely, the two fingers moving in harmony inside her soft, wet sex. She tensed, started jerking, her voice caught in her throat, her muscles clenching down around the fingers erratically, flooding her lap with juices that made Liara gasp in surprise and excitement, and ground against her, panting heavily into Miranda’s ear. After she came down from her orgasm, the fingers slipped out, and while she was catching her breath, she heard wet noises above her.

“I love you so much,” Liara whispered to Shepard.

“I know, doll”, he chuckled. They forgot about Miranda for a while, their hands were resting on her body.
“Shepard— please,” whispered Miranda after a while, her hands getting numb in the cuffs. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She thought it was a caress, something to cool her off, but as she was turned to her side, she felt her lips touch something soft and warm. As soon as she tasted it, she opened her mouth and took it in, wrapping her lips around Shepard’s cock and started moving her head back and forth even as his hand dug into her hair and started to guide her movements. Liara was caressing her ass with one hand, and started to uncuff her, while kissing her shoulder and arm.
Miranda let out a relieved moan and as soon as her hand was free, she lifted it to touch Shepard’s thigh for support, bobbing her head steadily, taking in as much of his hardening meat as she could.

Miranda felt Liara’s cheek pressing against her. The asari spooned Miranda, her breasts pressing against her back.

“Very good. Good little girls,” Shepard purred. “These are my hot little bitches.”
Liara panted excitedly, and pressed her cheek harder against Miranda’s, earning her the chance to continue what Miranda started. They worked on him for a while, alternately sucking on his cock, Miranda’s head pressed lower to lick on his balls when not taking him in her mouth. There was a lot of moaning and panting, and the wet pops of lips as he pulled out, or the muffled gag when he pushed too deep. Bodies pressed into each other, hands gripped curves and Miranda completely lost her sense of direction.
The next thing she knew she was on her hands and knees, Liara lying under her, cupping one breast and pinching her nipple, her other hand stroking her burning cheek. She felt Shepard grip her ass, moaning delightedly, and she felt pressure between her legs. She automatically arched her back a little, leaning down to push her ass out, ready to take him in. He pushed into her sex effortlessly, sliding smoothly on her juices, burying himself inside her up to the hilt, his lap pressing against her ass, balls brushing against her clit.
Miranda let out a throaty, deep moan, barely able to take a breath at the end. It felt like he pushed to her very middle. Liara chose this moment to pull off her blindfold finally, which made her squint in the light. She saw a blurry blue mass in front of her, and had to blink several times until she could make out the asari maiden’s features. She didn’t dare to move, like a deer trapped in headlights, Shepard’s cock just filling her, unmoving.
Liara was cupping her cheek, her eyes full of tenderness. Miranda returned her gaze, trying to focus on her, made hard by Shepard’s slowly pulling out and pushing back in. She exhaled loud as she felt herself stretched again, trying to hold the asari’s gaze, but her eyes started rolling back and her hands buckled. She fell on Liara, who held her head in both hands and guided her into another kiss, while Shepard settled into a steady rhythm.
Miranda panted loud into Liara’s mouth, her body working on instincts at this point, reacting to the asari and Shepard, but unable to act on her own, her thoughts scattered, her mind dissolving into pleasure. She knew about her breasts rubbing up and down over Liara’s firm globes, she felt her touch on the back of her head, she felt the warm skin of Liara’s chest, where she rested her cheek, her breath washing over a smooth, blue shoulder.
Liara could almost read her thoughts without a meld. She reached out curiously, her eyes turning black, her biotics glowing. The dampening effect of the collar prevented her from reaching deep, she could just sense the human’s most basic thoughts and emotions, and she felt what Miranda felt, the sensation of a human pussy filled by Shepard’s hard cock. She easily inhibited the woman’s mind, since her consciousness was so basic, almost like an animal’s. Liara held onto it for a few seconds, until the meld broke, the collar interfering with it. Damn Tali and her clever gadgets! She felt she could have even suppressed Miranda’s mind and and make her a puppet. She gasped a couple of times as she fell back into her body, Miranda’s lust increasing her own desire.
Shepard in the meantime gripped Miranda’s waist hard with one hand, hypnotized by her bouncing, perfect ass rippling at his every thrust. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her up hard. Miranda cried out, trying to straighten up, scrambling to push herself into the tug. She grabbed Liara’s breasts and gripped them for support as she arched her back, her head snapping up.
“Uh, fuck, yes” she found her voice. She started to meet Shepard’s thrusts, squeezing Liara’s delicious blue tits, her own breasts bouncing wildly, much to the delight of the asari under her. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Miranda slurred, eyes closed, face lifted towards the ceiling, her hair tugged back. Shepard grabbed her throat with his other hand and pulled her up against his chest. Miranda’s hands slipped off from Liara’s breasts but she reached blindly and met Liara’s hands halfway. Their fingers entwined and the asari held onto her with wide eyes, watching mesmerized as her pet, so cold and unfriendly until now, melted away between them, and this creature of lust emerged.
Miranda squeezed her hands, hanging onto her even as Shepard pulled her up. He bent her head back over his shoulder, biting into her shoulder, while his other hand snaked around her waist and held her hip down, so she couldn’t push back. Miranda started to scream, thrashing, making her breasts bounce every which way and she came again, her juices dripping out onto Liara’s lap, her whole body shaking.
Shepard let go of her neck, letting out a hungry growl and just simply released her and she collapsed on top of Liara like a sack, mumbling thankyous, out of breath. Liara let out a shuddering sigh as their breasts pressed together and Miranda’s head came to a rest in the nook of her shoulder, her nose nuzzling against her skin, her lips brushing the curve of her neck.
“Ready, doll?” Shepard hissed, gripping those marvellous, pale buttcheeks and pulled out of Miranda with a wet pop, more warm juices trickling down onto Liara’s pussy.

“Yes. Give it to me! Fuck me,” she sighed, her voice full of desire and wrapped her arms around Miranda for support. As Shepard rammed into her, she cried out, squeezing the human female in pleasure.
That squeeze woke Miranda up from her haze and she lazily wrapped her hands around Liara’s head, letting the asari’s chin rest on her shoulder, caressing her fringes, and kissing her neck and cheek sleepily, mumbling sweet nonsenses into her skin. She was half-conscious, as Liara’s body was rocked by Shepard’s eager thrusts. Liara whimpered and sobbed in relief and pleasure, Shepard’s cock grinding into her so hard and steady, and her pet finally loving her back. She came with tears of joy in her eyes.
The rest of the night was a blur, Miranda drifting into and out of pleasure. In her moments of clarity she remembered making out with Liara in various poses, her fingers sinking into the asari’s azure, or Shepard pleasuring them both; she remembered the taste of mixed juices as they cleaned up Shepard at least once, and she remembered her cheeks soaking wet from diving between Liara’s legs. Once she woke to the feeling of being fucked, smiling and moaning, rocking her hip to signal she was awake.
She let herself be handled like a doll, doing everything they made her to do. She begged them if they wanted to, thanked them when there were moments of calmness, returning kisses and caresses. She gave herself over to the sensations, enjoyed being toyed with, used or just fondled and she felt proud when they adored her back. It was the best sex she ever had, leaving her totally exhausted, and she was fine with it. She felt she could live like this, not caring about anything else.
She fell asleep between Shepard and the asari in a tangle of limbs and slept deep and long, relaxed, for the first time in weeks.
* * *
Miranda woke with a jolt, sucking in air like she was underwater for a long time, her chest rising, but the rest of her body reluctant to follow. She took a few deep breaths silently, trying to calm down and actually use her eyes. Blinking a few times she slowly became aware of her surroundings.
She was lying in bed. Somebody was lying next to her, naked, cuddling. An asari – Liara. She was slowly waking up. Shepard was not with them, but the bed was still warm next to Miranda, where he slept.
She tried to move. She could. Good, so she wasn’t tied down, just tired. No, not tired. Weak. She actually felt rested. More rested than any time lately. She felt Liara’s hand around her waist, her face nuzzled into the curve of her neck. Miranda still felt dizzy, having trouble sorting out what actually happened and what was only a dream. Ashley was nowhere around, so that part, thankfully was not real. Her hand slowly slid up to her neck. The collar was there.
She slowly reached down to her sex, cupping her mound carefully. She felt dampness, it was more sensitive than normal, but luckily, no pain or any damage. The corset was gone. Looking down she confirmed the tattoo was real. She let out a sigh, the pieces slowly coming together. She was now sure enough what was reality, and what was a dream. She felt relieved only for a few seconds, though. She had some crazy dreams, and compared to that, this may be better, but she was still lost.
Liara moaned softly against her and started to wake up, shifting in her position, her hand moving on her waist. Miranda felt a pleasant tingle at her touch, turning her head towards the asari as she opened her eyes.
“Hey,” Liara whispered with a smile and Miranda smiled back sadly.

“Hey.”

She felt content, the asari’s smile and soft caress just right, the previous weeks of rough treatment and repulsion almost forgotten. It simply felt good to experience Liara’s affection, like making up with her girlfriend after a long grudge; there is always a lingering guilt for a while. Liara leaned in for a good morning kiss and it felt good to return it.
There was water flushing and the shower was turned on. So Shepard was in the bathroom. The noise drag her back to her thoughts. Guilt. She realized she only felt a tiny pang of guilt because she enjoyed the wild sex they had last night when she shouldn’t have. She felt more guilty because she betrayed Ashley. Cheated on her not only with an asari, but with a man. With Shepard of all people.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered without realizing it, while still looking into Liara’s eyes.

Finally they had her, she was ready. Even though she felt bad for being unfaithful to Ashley, she was looking forward to more fun with her— owners. She knew it was wrong, she knew it was irrational and not something she would have chosen to do, but she didn’t care. She wanted it, she wanted the taste, the feeling again. It was not something she could switch off or ignore. She listened to the rush of water coming from the shower and knew that as soon as Shepard came out, all these worries, the guilt will be gone. She will be gone. These were the last minutes of Miranda Lawson, Alliance intelligence officer, Ashley Williams’ girlfriend and Shepard’s prisoner. As soon as Shepard walks out of the shower, she will crave for him and wish they would fuck her brains out again. Then she would become anything they wanted her to be.
Liara raised a curious eyebrow, cupping her cheek gently, smiling. “What are you sorry about, pet?”
Is this what happened to Liara, too, Miranda wondered. She saw vids of Dr. T’Soni, giving lectures on her prothean research. She was shy, naive, overly enthusiastic. Is this how she succumbed to Shepard’s charm? Deciding at one point that sex with him is the only thing that mattered? To let pleasure take over?
She felt her heart beat faster. She wanted Shepard to walk in and take her away from her old self. The last remnants of her consciousness dreaded that moment, though. Is she really this weak? Is she giving up? But she held on for so long... Isn’t that enough? Didn’t she fight them as long as she could? There is no shame in giving up against overwhelming odds. She was smart and strong, but she have been beaten fair and square.
She knew all about this from her training: the attrition, how to break down the will of a prisoner by punishment and humiliation and at the point of mental exhaustion, reconstruct a new personality with rewards. It was always theory for Miranda, never practice, and it didn’t feel more real now that it was happening to her. She might know what they did to her, but her instincts dismissed it and wanted the happiness, the satisfaction, the kisses and all the sex.
“I’m sorry, Liara,” she said it out loud, lifting her hand to the asari’s cheek and breathing a small kiss on her lips. It tasted heavenly. She did feel pity for Liara at that moment and with the kiss, Miranda resolved her from all the things she did to her. The asari was a victim, too. The woman and the maiden were the same, became sisters. Lovers.
“It’s all right, pet. You don’t need to feel sorry. I’m very proud of you. This is everything I wanted,” Liara confessed with a few gentle kisses. Guilt washed over Miranda. She took a deep breath. She had to end this. One way or another, if she had to give herself up, to make the tattoo on her abdomen true, she could at least give it a last shot. If she was lucky, she might get the asari mad at her. If only she could tip her over with her last strength and be done with it. To deny them total victory.
“No. I’m sorry,” she sighed, eyes closed. She was saying goodbye to Ashley, asking for her forgiveness. As she spoke, she opened her eyes and locked her gaze with the asari.

“I’m sorry that he doesn’t love you, Liara.”

Liara froze.

“W-who? What?”

“Shepard. I’m sorry. I wish he really loved you. I’m sorry he is using you like he uses me.” She spoke, letting the words come out before she could think it over. When she said it out loud, it slowly started to make sense to her as well.

“Why do you say that? What are you—” Liara blinked, confused, her reverie broken.

“He never got over Ashley, you know,” Miranda continued. She had to say these words out to make sense of them, and her eyes widened as she herself realized that this might actually be true. It seemed like some very rational part of her mind took over and used her mouth to speak. “He felt betrayed.”
Liara frowned, her hand pressing against Miranda’s cheek harder, her muscles tensing. Confusion and anger started to cloud her features. Miranda stroke the asari’s cheek gently as her confession poured out.

“He thinks it’s my fault. That’s why he let you take me. So when he fucks me, he feels like he fucks Ashley. This is how he gets back to her. He is using me, yes, but you—” she swallowed hard, tears springing to her eyes. She leaned forward to kiss the asari even as she lay frozen, almost reeling from her lips. “You are just a distraction,” Miranda whispered as she pulled away to look into Liara’s eyes, one teardrop rolling down her cheek. “That’s why I’m sorry, Liara.”
She turned her body towards her, slipping one leg over her thigh to cling onto the curve of her blue hip with her knee. Their lap and their breasts touched, making her gasp. Miranda herself started to believe her words. She felt sorry for the asari, yes. But she also felt sorry for Ashley, the pain Shepard caused her even before he kidnapped Miranda, and she felt sorry for all the distress after that. She felt sorry for herself, the loss choking her. And as she felt she couldn’t hold back any more of the sorrow, she kissed Liara hard, letting go. She was finished. This was a goodbye kiss to Ashley, and a goodbye to her old life.
She felt Liara’s shock, her lips not responding, her confusion and surprise paralyzing her. She moaned into the blue lips and opened her mind, caressing the asari’s flushed cheek.
“Look and see,” she whispered into the kisses and Liara understood. Her eyes went black and she plunged into Miranda’s mind.
The collar was running a steady interference, making the visions erratic, out of focus, superficial. She couldn’t go deep enough to uncover whether Miranda was lying, or how much was actually true. She was so confused, she didn’t even stop to think and suspect if Miranda was playing her. On the level she was able to see, it was truth, and even Miranda seemed to believe it.
She saw how Ashley visited Miranda in her quarters at the Academy. She caught glimpses of their conversation, Ashley telling her that she thought Shepard was in love with Miranda. She felt inferior, because she was just a marine, while Miranda and Shepard were in higher leagues. Miranda laughed, telling Ashley she knew about him, but she was not interested.
She comforted the cadet, telling her why she shouldn’t worry. Why Shepard didn’t have a chance with her. One thing led to an other. Liara saw how Shepard continued to pursue Miranda, how Ashley felt alienated, finding solace and comfort with Miranda, and how Shepard caught the two girls in an embrace after a party.
“But that’s not—” mumbled Liara into Miranda’s lips, breaking the meld for a second, blinking rapidly, the jumbled connection making her dizzy. She broke the kiss, squeezed Miranda’s head harder. “He loves me! You’re just our toy!” She gasped, but there was doubt in her voice. And anger. More and more anger.
Miranda licked her lips and shook her head slowly, blinking away tears. She desperately held onto Liara’s gaze, stroking her cheek soothingly. She wanted to save Liara from Shepard. She could take care of her. Or she could make the asari get rid of the competition. If she would be mad enough, with her biotics and the collar’s effect—
“He betrayed Ashley first. He wanted me. Now he has me,” Miranda whispered, her voice choking. She clung onto Liara with her leg and slipped her other hand to Liara’s other cheek and held her as she kissed her again. “I’m sorry, Liara.”
Liara opened the connection again. She saw how Shepard fucked Miranda many nights while she was asleep, how he took her at the foot of the bed, and how Miranda started to get used to it, how she snuggled her hip to make it easier for him, how the humiliation of fucked from behind on the floor became small sources of pleasure, how he whispered into her ear. Liara saw how he fucked her and made her cum after Liara stormed out, how she enjoyed Shepard’s cock driving her to orgasm, how he told the story of Liara’s seduction to her. How Miranda loved the way he ravaged her the previous night, how he knew where to touch her...
The meld broke. They were still kissing, but Liara was now boiling. Miranda held her head firmly, and the asari gripped hers with both hands. Her biotics flared and engulfed both of them, glowing steadily around Miranda’s head. To the casual outside observer it looked like they were in the throes of pleasure, Miranda’s body shaking, Liara’s thigh finding a grip and trapping her legs together.
Delicious, lean blue curves pressed against pale skin, the raven-haired woman spasming, her body thinned with the tension in her muscles, ass and waist tight and firm. Only inside her head it felt like a million needles and the currents over her body burned like lashes, flailing away her skin. She still held Liara’s kiss, eyes closed and in her head she screamed silently from the pain and relief. But mostly from the nerve-shredding pain.
* * *
When he finished showering, Shepard quickly dried himself and walked back into his quarters rubbing his short hair dry with the towel. He glanced at the bed, seeing Miranda and Liara in an embrace and he chuckled. He slipped into his shorts, threw the towel over his shoulder and walked up to the bed.
As soon as his attention focused on the bed, he realized something was wrong. The women’s pose was too tense, not really moving or rubbing each other, and the bluish glow of Liara’s biotics was wrong. It didn’t look like the way when she melded with someone in pleasure and anyway, asari biotics meddled with the collar’s calibration.
“Liara!” he shouted in warning, but the asari was too absorbed. He heard a weak whimper coming from Miranda, and it was definitely not a sound of pleasure. “Liara! Stop it!” He jumped on the bed. “STOP!” he roared, pulling the two women apart. The link broke, and Liara fell back, gasping for air. Miranda just rolled over, eyes closing and she let out a long, painful moan, trying to crawl away, crumpling the bedsheets as she curled into a whimpering ball.
“Jesus, doll! What were you thinking?!” Shepard chided, checking Miranda’s vitals before sitting back down on the bed, taking the asari’s hand. Liara covered her face with her other hand and yanked away from Shepard, sobbing.

“Leave me alone!”

“Liara!” His tone was that of an annoyed parent now. He threw a blanket over the shivering Miranda. He’ll deal with her later, after diffusing yet another temper tantrum.

“Don’t give me that fucking tone!” Liara screamed, and sat up, pulling her legs up and scrambling away from Shepard.

“Care to tell me what happened?” He asked a little impatient now, but he still controlled his voice.
Liara looked to her left at the balled up woman, eyes filled with tears, sniffing. She turned to look at Shepard with a painful expression.

“Is this true?” She asked in a high-pitched voice.

Shit! Shepard thought, trying not to wince. Was there a mind meld between them?

“What is true, doll?” He tried in a calm, soothing voice. It rang false.

“Don’t give me that shit!” Liara snarled, slamming a fist down into the pillows. “You know what I’m talking about! About them... about you!” She nodded towards Miranda with a hateful snarl.
“What did she do now, doll?” But more importantly, how much did she get from Miranda’s memories?

“Stop calling me a doll! I’m not a fucking doll!” Liara screamed. She grabbed the raven black locks of hair visible between the blankets, and yanked Miranda’s head towards her. The woman rolled over with a weak hiss, flailing blindly to get some support and put her hands under her. She was still out of it, eyes barely open, blinking tears of pain from her eyes. “Is it true? Is it all true?” The asari maiden repeated, shaking Miranda’s head.
Shepard lifted his hands in a soothing gesture.

“Easy there. You don’t want to hurt her too much...”

“The fuck I don’t!” Liara hissed, her free hand glowing blue already. “I’m gonna fry her brains out!”

Shepard slid forward, trying to cool her off, reaching for her hand to get her to release Miranda. Liara snarled and pulled both of them away from him, Miranda falling across her legs. Her gaze seemed clearer, trying to focus on Shepard at great effort.
“She’s probably lying to you, d— Liara. She wants to tear us apart.” He ventured. It could be possible, although he doubted that Miranda received that level of mental training to withstand an asari mind-probing and plant false memories in her own head. Even N7 operatives were only able to mask their thoughts. He could keep Liara out of certain parts of his mind, but that was it. And Miranda was in no condition lately to be able to scheme this deliberately.
He still couldn’t tell if Miranda was playing her, or Liara figured things out on her own. He should have thought that the asari maiden could find out about his history with Ash and Miranda after their first meld. That’s why he came up with the no cheating rule and hoped that with the dampening effect it would be enough. He was wrong.
“Listen, Liara. It’s the past. What we have now is different... better...” He tried sounding a little bit hurt and regretful, with a pinch of pleading. “Don’t let her old memories confuse you...” Liara’s eyes narrowed. She wasn’t buying it. That last sentence was pushing her away. What the fuck did she see? Was she jealous because Miranda was responding so well to him? He calculated his chances. “Don’t let her stand between us,” he added hopefully.
“Well, I won’t,” Liara replied sulkily and her biotics flared again. She pressed her palm to Miranda’s head and the woman started moaning, eyes closing.
“Liara!” He lost his patience now. He used his best chiding, angry parent tone as he leaned forward to stop her.

“Fuck you!” The asari hissed and waved her hand at Shepard. The biotic discharge was sudden and intense, creating a shockwave in all directions. Shepard was thrown back, off the bed, across the small table and into the couch. Liara fell back, too, pulling Miranda with her.
Shepard rolled down onto the floor and slowly climbed to his feet, shaking his head. The sight on his bed was the most bizarre thing he ever saw. A naked asari knelt between crumpled blankets, bedsheets and pillows, the usually delicate features distorted by rage, looking like some mythological creature of rage. In her hands she held the limp body of a woman with pale skin and jet black hair, a sharp contrast to her attacker, half-buried in blankets.
Miranda’s face was blanked by pain, eyes closed, mouth opened wide in a silent scream, her naked breasts on display as she arched her back, frozen in a pose, hands clinging to the asari’s wrist, who held her by her hair. Blue energy streamed between the hands and engulfed Miranda’s head.
He fumbled around the couch, digging between discarded clothing.

“LIARA!” Shepard roared, now very much sounding like an angry father catching his child red-handed. He clenched jaw and snarled, baring his teeth. “Stop it, NOW!”

He pulled a pistol and raised it at the vision on his bed.
Something seemed to break in Liara at that moment. She still held Miranda half in front of her, her biotics glowing, but her expression changed from rage to despair.

“You would shoot me— over her?!” Liara wailed, the corner of her lips turning downwards. She looked heartbroken.

“Nobody kills anyone here!” Shepard growled in an irritated, deep voice. “Let her go.” He said quietly, then he added “Liara. Please.”
The asari closed her eyes, took a deep breath, still holding her prey in a biotic grip. When she opened her eyes, her gaze was clear. Shepard blinked. He haven’t seen this look, this lost, desperate gaze since...

“This ends now,” Liara whispered, tugging up Miranda sharply, to lift her head closer so he could see the woman’s face as her biotics buzzed stronger. Miranda whimpered.

“FUCK!” Shepard roared.

There was a loud bang as the weapon fired, and then the hiss of the heat discharge seemed even louder. The bodies collapsed on the bed and the biotics flared out. And then there was quiet.
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