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Chapter 4

The next morning, Shepard woke to find her arms wrapped around a warm, blue body. She was confused for a moment before she remembered the events of the night before, and she rubbed at her eyes with one hand, trying not to disturb the beautiful maiden next to her as she shifted on the mattress.

Despite Liara's inexperience, last night had been the best sex she had ever had in her entire life. She didn't know whether it was because Liara was so beautiful, or so responsive to her touch, but she found herself craving even more. Still, she felt guilty for forcing an innocent into her bed against their will, however much Liara might have enjoyed the physical sensations.

As Shepard saw it, she had two choices. She could let the pretty little slave go free - but a reluctant ache between her legs immediately surged at that thought, and she frowned. Selfish as it was, she didn't like the thought of the asari leaving her. At the same time, she wanted Liara to be something of a willing participant next time. Seeing her break down the night before had made cracks form across her heart.

Beside her, Liara began to stir, her eyes fluttering open, and Shepard began stroking the smooth muscles of her back, kissing Liara's shoulder. "Good morning, little one," she said softly. She was pleased when the asari didn't flinch at her touch, and instead raised her arms above her in a long, cat-like stretch.

A little of the guilt that weighed down on her chest lifted when she saw Liara's blue eyes open, focusing on her with a look of slight confusion instead of fear. She didn't seem to be afraid of Shepard, but she wasn't quite sure what to make of her captor being so physically affectionate. Shepard could feel her slave's heartbeat race where their bodies were pressed together, but otherwise, she didn't seem overly nervous.

Watching Liara stretch sent a pang of arousal straight to Shepard's core. It was a natural reaction to seeing any beautiful woman's breasts thrust out and damn near begging to be played with, but the memory of such incredible pleasure the night before added to the intensity. Not reaching out to toy with a smooth, plump breast and bring that nipple to aching stiffness took as much control as Shepard could muster.

"I'm sorry about last night, little one." Shepard thought about it for a second before continuing. "I'm sorry that I didn't take your feelings into consideration. I'm sorry I didn't listen when you tried to tell me how inexperienced you were." Shepard kept her arm loosely draped over Liara's hip, allowing the asari to escape if she felt she needed to.

To say that Liara was surprised by Shepard's apology was a gross understatement. Still, as apologies went, Liara had a feeling that this was exactly the type that Shepard would always make; sincere and totally truthful, but with a bit of an attitude that belied her words.

Before Liara could even begin to formulate a response, a mechanical voice startled the asari as it came over the Comm system. "Captain, I think you'd better come up to the bridge and take a look at this," the disembodied male voice spoke gravely.

With one last stroke of her fingers down Liara's back, Shepard pushed herself out of bed and quickly pulled on pants and a torso-hugging shirt. "Stay here, little one. The crew won't come into my quarters, so you'll have your privacy. And we can talk some more when I get back." After waiting a beat for Liara's non-existent reply, Shepard turned away from the naked woman in her bed and walked out of the cabin.

Alone for the first time in what felt like ages, Liara finally allowed herself to relax for a moment and take stock of her situation. She was still a slave, trapped aboard an unfamiliar vessel with a dangerous crew and an even more dangerous Captain. However, her new owner had been strangely kind towards her this morning. It was a complete turn-around from the selfish, entitled way the human had possessed her body last night...

Last night. A barrage of images flashed before Liara's eyes, and she blushed violently as she tried to process them. Shepard's fingers had felt so good inside her, and that voice... simply thinking about it sent a heavy throb between Liara's legs. Her hands had been the perfect mix of rough and gentle. Perhaps, in another life, she could have seen herself going to this woman's bed willingly, after some time spent getting to know her. Liara couldn't deny that she was attracted to her owner, and had enjoyed her touch physically.

But…

Shepard hadn't given her a choice. She had taken Liara without consideration for her feelings, without caring that she had been scared and confused. The human had been relatively gentle with her, but Liara hadn't been emotionally ready to share her body with anyone. Even when the focus had been on Liara, Shepard had taken the asari's pleasure for her own, like it was something she deserved without question. There had been no bond of trust between them.

Liara was ashamed that she had enjoyed Shepard's attentions. She had humiliated herself, breaking beneath the human's skilled touch and coming all over her hand. Shepard had known exactly how to coax every last drop of pleasure from her reluctant body. Just remembering how much she had wanted it made her heart skip a beat even as her stomach sank.

The worst part was that Liara craved more. Her body remembered every touch from last night as though they were indelibly etched into her memory. Liara even had to admit that she'd liked it when the Captain was on top of her, riding her face. She'd had her first taste of something so pure, so primal, and Liara was ashamed that she wanted it again.

Not wanting to wallow in her confusing thoughts anymore, Liara got out of bed to find a solution to her most pressing problem - nudity. She had no clothes here, and the revealing skirt she had been wearing when she'd been purchased wouldn't cover nearly as much flesh as she was comfortable with, so Liara turned to the drawers that could only hold Shepard's clothes and picked a shirt and pair of pants off the top.

Liara thought they'd made some progress towards civility, but she wasn't sure if that extended to borrowing the Captain's clothes. And while she was dying to look through the other locked drawers, Liara knew it was safer not to try. So the maiden settled for the shirt that she could passably wear as a very short dress and a pair of stretchy pants that could be rolled up to fit somewhat better, even if they still looked ridiculous on her.

Once clothed, Liara decided to take another look around the room. She had done a pretty thorough inspection yesterday when she'd first been brought here, but there was nothing else she could think to do. Liara wasn't sure if Shepard had locked the door to keep her in, but she didn't feel the need to check. One thing Shepard was definitely right about was that Liara had no desire to run into the human's tough-looking mercenary crew – their Captain was quite enough for her to handle.

Quietly, Liara sat on the bed, feeling slightly more confident now that her body was covered. Aside from the few nerve-wracking minutes she had spent trying to escape Shepard's cabin the day before, she hadn't been alone since her arrival at the slave auction. She closed her eyes and crossed her legs, trying to remember the meditation techniques that her mother had taught her. Her breathing slowed, deepening until it was barely audible over the low hum of the Normandy's engines. Her heart rate calmed to a steady, rhythmic pulse.

Her mind, however, refused to stay quiet.

Imagines of Shepard kept haunting her. The play of muscles along her stomach as Liara looked up from between her legs. The soft, unfamiliar texture of her hair. The heavy but surprisingly pleasant alien taste of Shepard on her tongue and around her mouth. The strength and dexterity in her large, slightly calloused hands. Thinking about Shepard's hands made Liara's heart rate spike and her breath catch again, ruining her composure. She remembered the way they had held her and filled her, and she hated herself for enjoying the memories.

Eventually, Liara gave up and flipped over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow and groaning in frustration when she realized that she was surrounded by Shepard's scent. She couldn't escape the woman even when the Captain wasn't here.

"Joker. Status report," Shepard said in a clipped, professional tone as she strode onto the bridge. Even with her slightly messy hair, she looked the picture of professionalism as she stopped sharply behind the pilot's chair.

"We have an approaching ship on our starboard side, Commander. Just a guess, but I don't think she looks friendly."

Shepard snorted. "We haven't met a friendly ship since the two of us were wearing Alliance uniforms. What are you picking up?"

"No one's tried to hail us, and they're definitely running in what they'd consider stealth mode. Too bad this baby's still the most advanced ship they've got in any fleet, anywhere," Joker said with pride as he caressed the controls in his hand like a lover. The pilot was seriously in love with his job, and Shepard often joked that he had really been following the Normandy instead of her when she defected from the Alliance. Still, Shepard had never had reason to question his loyalty, and she believed it would stay that way.

"Saren," Shepard whispered under her breath. The only other people likely to have a reason to follow her was the Alliance, and Shepard was certain that was not one of their ships. Bounty hunters had long ago stopped trying to bring her in, which was bound to happen when none of the hundreds who had come after her since her split with Alliance military had ever returned home.

"Do you still think it was a good idea to cross Saren, Skipper?" Ashley asked from just behind her left shoulder. The question was spoken without any censure, as Ashley would willingly follow Shepard into the depths of hell and never complain about it. The Lieutenant was simply wondering what Shepard's plan was now that they knew Saren would be pursuing them.

"Well, we can't go back now. The question is whether we want to engage them in the air or on the ground," Shepard said thoughtfully. "We should be so lucky if Saren were actually on board that ship, but somehow I doubt he's really that stupid. Joker, keep them on the radar and act as though we haven't spotted them. Find a safe planet to drop us off on and we'll see if they're more interested in recapturing the slave or taking out the human who humiliated their master." Shepard turned to leave, but couldn't resist one last comment, "And Joker, no dropping us into a thresher maw nest this time, I don't think the Mako can handle it again."

"It was an honest mistake," Joker yelled defensively after her as Shepard strode away. He would never live that mistake down, and the only thing that kept it a joke was the fact that everyone had made it out alive. It was a good thing they were all warriors of one variety or another and enjoyed a good survival story, because one of them could have decided to get back at Joker for his mistake if they'd been so inclined, and the pilot had no doubt that violence would have been involved.

"Yeah, yeah, so I've heard," Shepard yelled back good naturedly. "Let me know when you find an acceptable drop zone. Until then, I'll be in my cabin." Shepard hoped that it would be at least a few more hours until Joker found an appropriate place for the upcoming battle. She wanted a little more time with Liara before going off to fight whoever Saren had sent after them.

"Wonder what you'll be doing down there," Joker retorted with a sarcastic lecherous lilt to his tone. "Or should I say, I wonder who you'll be doing down there."

Shepard rolled her eyes and ignored his comments, not wanting anything to ruin her relatively good mood. Sure, Saren's men were following her, and they were probably under orders to kill them all without mercy, but this was what Shepard and her crew did best. Despite her lingering feelings of guilt over what she had done to Liara, Shepard had just had the best night of sex ever, and that had a way of making even bad situations seem brighter.

As Shepard made her way towards her cabin, she slowed her eager clip to a more reserved pace, needing some time to figure out how she would handle her slave once they were together again. After last night, Shepard was both less willing to give up the amazing sex they had together and even more disappointed in herself for having forced Liara into her bed. Intellectually, she knew that just because Liara had received pleasure from what she'd done didn't mean that her actions had been acceptable.

By the time she got to her quarters, Shepard was still conflicted, her conscience at war with her libido. But deep down, she knew that something had to change before she could play with her slave again. As much as she had enjoyed it, she couldn't bring herself to order a repeat of last night without at least talking to Liara first. And even then, Shepard knew she couldn't force herself on the young maiden again.

Shepard blinked, realizing she had been standing in front of her own door for several minutes while lost in thought. Still not entirely sure what she was going to say or do, Shepard opened the barrier and stepped inside.

Her little slave was curled into a tight ball, sleeping on top of the bed in an exhausted heap. Shepard couldn't really blame her, after all the unpleasant trials she had been through since her capture - and she couldn't forget that she had been one of the hardest trials. Quietly, she bent down to undo her boots and stepped out of them, padding silently over to the bed.

Liara was beautiful in her sleep, even more so than before, and Shepard wondered if it was because she was only at peace while she was unconscious. She smiled as she admired the ill-fitting pants and overly loose shirt that the asari had 'borrowed' from her. Somehow, they only made her appearance even more appealing by hinting at the lusciousness that was hidden beneath.

Slowly, Shepard stroked a hand over Liara's arm, watching as the asari began to stir. "Wake up, little one. We need to talk."

Just as this morning, Liara awoke softly, surfacing from her dream slowly. For a moment, Liara smiled almost lovingly at Shepard before she registered that her feelings towards the Captain were confused with what she had been experiencing in her dream, and the beautiful emotion began slipping away. Liara couldn't help but wonder why she had dreamt of Shepard as her bondmate instead of the slave master she really was, but her subconscious had thoroughly confused her thinking over Captain Shepard.

Shepard felt an answering smile start to curve onto her own lips, but it immediately fell away when Liara obviously came out of her dream haze and remembered where she was – and what she now was. She watched the uncertain asari rise into a seated position and sit with her hands clenched in her lap, her beautiful blue eyes focused on her suddenly fascinating fingers. Shepard felt a pang of guilt that she was the one who had damaged this gorgeous creature's confidence, even though she had no way of knowing what Liara's personality had been before becoming a slave.

Clearing her throat, Shepard said what she had finally decided was the best option. "We're being followed by a group of Saren's men. Right now, the safest place for you to be is here with me, surrounded by my crew. We know how to fight and we're good at it." Shepard waited a beat. She had to do this, despite the objections made by her libido. "I've decided to release you once our little problem with Saren has been resolved."

Liara thought that perhaps her translator was playing tricks on her and that she hadn't truly understood what Shepard had said. "I'm sorry, did you say that you'd free me? As in let me go. You won't sell me back to the slave markets once you're finished with me?" It was almost too much to hope for, but she didn't want to allow that joy to take root if it wasn't what Shepard meant.

When Shepard nodded her assent, Liara launched herself into the Captain's surprised arms, but those strong limbs came up to catch her without so much as a fumble or grunt of exertion. "Oh, Goddess, you can't imagine what that means to me. I'll give you anything you want… anything you desire." The words were out before Liara could think any better of them, but she realized that she wouldn't take them back, even knowing what Shepard would likely ask for in return.

Shepard was slightly surprised to have her arms full of eager, warm asari, but she continued holding Liara against her, feeling her slave's racing heartbeat and shaky breaths. Agreeing to release Liara after she dealt with Saren had eased her conscience somewhat, and she didn't feel too guilty as she stroked her hand down between Liara's shoulder blades.

"You'll continue being my slave until then," Shepard said, but even though the pitch of her voice lowered at the end of the sentence, making it sound like an order or a statement of fact, both of them knew that there was something a little like a request mixed in. It was subtle, but the fact that it was there at all brought tears to Liara's eyes.

"Yes, anything," Liara said, her tears staining the fabric of Shepard's shirt.

"That means I'll be able to use you whenever I wish, however I wish, until I release you," Shepard clarified, needing to be clear on their new terms. For some reason, even that statement didn't bother Liara now that she had a small taste of freedom. Part of her was still afraid that this was a cruel, manipulative trick - Shepard had paid several hundred thousand credits to purchase her, and it was nearly unbelievable that she would let such an investment walk away without compensation - but she had seen glimpses of compassion beyond the human's selfish outer veneer. Liara believed Shepard was telling the truth.

"I'm yours," she murmured against Shepard's neck, not quite believing everything that had just happened.

Those two simple words sent a pulse of desire straight between Shepard's legs, suddenly making her even more aware of the way Liara's body was pressed so close to hers. Her conscience was somewhat assuaged, and her desire had come back with a vengeance.

Shepard struggled with the idea that it might not be appropriate to start their more cooperative relationship right this second, but her body wasn't interested in listening to reason. Finally, she figured that there was no time like the present to test Liara's words. Shepard could see no benefit to waiting and she wanted Liara to know that, for now, their dynamic was still that of Mistress and slave.

Even though it felt good to have her little slave pressed against her, clinging to her really, Shepard gently pushed Liara away from her. "I want you to stand up and take those clothes off," Shepard said firmly as she looked Liara straight in the eye.

There was a slight hesitation before Liara complied, slipping gracefully off the bed and slowly pulling Shepard's borrowed shirt over her head. Shepard knew that Liara wasn't trying to be provocative, but her little slave seemed to have a natural ability to hit every one of her triggers, and she couldn't wait to touch Liara again.

"For the rest of the time that you're here, you're not to wear any clothes unless I expressly give you permission." Shepard hadn't consciously thought about giving that order, but she couldn't deny that the idea of Liara always being available to her was a huge turn on. She also knew it would be a bit out of the asari maiden's comfort zone, and Shepard had a strong desire to test Liara's boundaries.

The only indication Liara gave that she had heard Shepard's command was a slight nod of her head while she continued to focus on disrobing. A slight blush stained her cheeks as she thought about what Shepard's request meant for her. Now that Liara had not only accepted her fate, but had actually contributed in the path it was now on, she found that always being available for Shepard's use had a certain arousing element to it.

Once Liara's gorgeous body was on full display, Shepard patted her thighs, still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Come here," she ordered, pleased when Liara padded over to her on quick, soft feet. Liara paused in front of her, unsure what to do until Shepard pulled the maiden onto the bed and into her lap. Both of them were facing outwards, and Liara was slightly relieved that Shepard couldn't see her face.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Shepard murmured when she felt Liara tremble. "I don't like causing my lovers pain. Only pleasure. And you did feel some pleasure last night, didn't you, little one?"

Liara's eyes grew wide and she felt her cheeks flush as she tried to answer. She struggled for words, all too aware of the way Shepard's hands were running up and down along the curves of her hips. They were warm and just rough enough to cause tingles of pleasures throughout her body. "Y-yes, Mistress," she finally managed to blurt out, still intently focused on the heat radiating from Shepard's bare palms as they began stroking her lower belly.

"Just how inexperienced were you?" Shepard asked, letting a hand trail up to cup one of Liara's breasts and toying with the hard point of her nipple. The other remained on her abdomen, holding her securely in place and massaging the slight womany swell of Liara's stomach.

"I - I... no one had ever touched me before..." Liara admitted, incredibly grateful that Shepard couldn't see her blush, even if she could hear the nervousness in her voice.

"Did you ever touch yourself?" Shepard murmured beside her crest, pressing her lips to Liara's shoulder. She kissed her way up along the graceful line, pausing to suck just below Liara's flared neck ridges.

"A – a few times," Liara said, "but I never..." Then, unable to stop herself, she asked a question before she could lose her nerve. "What... what happened to me last night? When I covered your hand in - I mean... all over the..." Over the course of her life, Liara had studied many different subjects, and she had excelled at all of them, but in the process, she had neglected to educate herself on a few basic, important subjects - sex being the biggest gap in her knowledge. Her mother had spoken to her in slightly veiled terms and euphemisms, mostly focusing on the mating meld and how it was to be initiated rather than physical contact, which wasn't strictly necessary for reproduction.

Shepard was surprised that Liara had asked, but she got the sense that her little pet was the curious sort, and that curiosity overrode all other emotions, even embarrassment. To be honest, Shepard was glad Liara wanted to know, because she thought it would bode well for their future encounters. And according to their agreement, they would be having many future encounters.

Thinking about how best to explain it to Liara, Shepard was bombarded with images from last night and struck with the need to feel Liara come apart for her again. "First, I want you to tell me, did it feel good?" Shepard asked gently as she hooked each of Liara's legs over her own and slowly spread them apart. She wanted as much access to Liara as possible for what she had planned.

Shepard saw the blush creep up her pet's neck, but she wasn't sure if it was the exposed position she had just placed her in, or because of her question. "It's okay, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." Shepard placed a fleeting kiss along Liara's crest. "Now, little one, tell me if it felt good," she demanded a bit more insistently as she ran her hands along the outsides of Liara's thighs.

"Yes," Liara said, swallowing past the lump in her throat. Because she thought Shepard would appreciate a more specific answer, she continued. "It felt good." It had felt really, really good, Liara could admit that now, but at the time, she had also been frightened by her response.

"Good girl," Shepard purred, slipping one hand around to caress Liara's inner thigh and inch closer to the heat between her slave's legs. "Pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of, and I want you to tell me if something feels good, or bad, unless I tell you otherwise. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Liara felt a foreign tingling between her legs, and she wondered if it had been there last night. She had been too afraid to concentrate on it. She felt her temperature rising, and knew that it could only be attributed to what Shepard was doing to her.

Shepard rewarded Liara by gently tracing her fingertips along her pet's outer lips, careful not to stray inside yet no matter how much she wanted to. "Last night, what you did pleased me very much. I've rarely had lovers as responsive as you, and I like knowing I can draw that kind of pleasure out of you."

"What kind of pleasure?" Liara asked again, trying to keep her hips from bucking in to Shepard's hand. Part of her was still nervous and shy, but the fear that Shepard would hurt her was gone. It was strange, straddling the dynamic between slave and willing participant, but today, Liara was in a much more receptive state after Shepard had treated her with kindness instead of force. "I still don't understand..."

"I do." Shepard kissed Liara's neck, grazing it with her teeth just harshly enough to make her slave shiver. "And don't be embarrassed about it. Not every asari can squirt when they orgasm, but many do. Even some human females do it."

"So, it's... normal?" Liara asked as she felt Shepard's fingers slip gently between her folds, tracing up and down.

"Perfectly normal," Shepard murmured against Liara's crest, kissing the tip of the nearest frond. "That's just what your body does when you come really, really hard for me." Although Liara was still slightly embarrassed by the mess she had made the previous night, especially since she had not invited Shepard's touch in the first place, she had to admit that Shepard's reassurances had made her feel better.

"How did you... I mean, how did you get me to..."

Shepard laughed into the soft expanse of Liara's throat, pausing to nibble at her shoulder as her fingers stopped teasing and began rubbing over Liara's clit, enjoying the way that hard little ridge had peeked out of its hood in response to her touch. "I bet I can make you do it again," she said, teasing Liara with soft flicks in an attempt to make her poor, straining clit even more swollen. "I bet I can keep touching you just like this and coax so much out of you that you'll fill my hand. Would you like that, little one?"

For a moment Liara completely forgot that Shepard had asked her a question. She had been too focused on the pleasure that had settled hotly in her pelvis. But she remembered quickly when Shepard changed the teasing strokes of her fingers and pinched her clit just hard enough to make Liara jerk. Liara was honestly surprised when she almost opened her mouth to ask Shepard to do it again, wondering how she could enjoy the slight bit of pain the rough touch had invoked.

Shepard didn't let Liara dwell on that thought. "I asked you a question, pet. Do you want me to make you squirt again? So much that you'll fill my hand?" The Captain had soothed the pang of pain she'd caused, and was prepared to continue pushing her little pet towards another shattering orgasm, but she wanted an answer first. It wouldn't take much to distract Liara again, but Shepard didn't think her little slave was quite ready for rougher games yet, although she was looking forward to exploring that when Liara was more comfortable with her role.

"Yes," Liara said softly. She waited for Shepard to continue her ministrations, her body aching for Shepard's still hand to move against her – to bring that pleasure blossoming back to life. Taking a guess at what Shepard wanted from her, Liara said, "Please, Mistress, I want you to make me come." She couldn't quite bring herself to repeat exactly what Shepard had said, and she hoped that her slight concession would be enough to urge the Captain into action.

"Good girl," Shepard purred. She gently squeezed Liara's clit between her thumb and forefinger, remembering from last night how much her little pet had liked that. Liara was nearly hard enough for Shepard to be able to milk her straining ridge without difficultly, so she fingered the tip until she felt it swell even more. "God, your clit is so hard it's throbbing... You like it when I take you between my fingers, don't you?"

The heated purple blush covering Liara's face began to spread down her neck, and she gasped for air, nearly choking on it. She felt the sweet, delicious pressure just inside of her begin to build again, swelling and aching for some kind of release. Suddenly, Shepard's pace slowed, and Liara realized she was expected to provide another answer. "I - I... yes!"

Without any warning, Shepard's other hand left the thigh it had been gripping and began toying with her entrance. Liara could feel the vibrations of the human chuckling against her back as she realized just how wet her slave was. One finger slid inside of her easily, stretching her a little, but not causing her any pain. As she had the night before, Shepard continued manipulating Liara's clit. The finger inside of Liara started a forward curling motion, hitting a spot that the maiden had only recently become familiar with. "God, you're swollen here too... I can feel how bad you want to squirt." Liara whimpered at the new sensation, too overwhelmed to form words. "Don't worry, pet. I'm going to fuck it out of you."

The words! Shepard could drive anyone mad with those words. Just the way she whispered them by Liara's crest in a low, possessive growl was almost too much, but what she was actually saying... it was wild beyond anything Liara had ever imagined in her admittedly sheltered life.

"And you're so tight... I've only got one finger inside you, and you're already gripping down on me so hard..." Liara bit down on her lower lip, trying to breathe through her nose. Even though she didn't feel like crying this time, her eyes still stung. "You're going to feel so fucking good around my cock."

Shepard had said those same words last night, and they'd had the same effect on Liara then. She was incredibly aroused by them without even knowing precisely what they meant. It must have been the way Shepard said the words that was so exciting, because Liara could clearly hear the possessive quality in the Captain's voice, and she wanted desperately to know what could make her human sound like that.

While her mother had focused on the mating meld more than anything when she had taught Liara about sex and reproduction, Benezia had also given Liara a rudimentary knowledge of the physical act that could accompany it. Among her people, there was no such thing as 'male' or 'female', but since asari most often chose mates outside of their own species, Benezia had told Liara what to expect with other similarly formed species. So Liara had some idea of what Shepard was talking about, although she was still confused as to how a human female had procured a penis, or where she was hiding it for that matter since Liara had become intimately familiar with Shepard's most private areas last night.

Liara didn't have much time to think on the subject before Shepard brought her back to the present and reminded her that she was a slave to her own pleasure. Shepard slipped another finger inside her, stretching Liara even more, but still not enough to hurt her, although Liara wondered if the pressure building within her could get much more unbearable.

"Tell me, little one, how does it feel?" Shepard asked, just barely loud enough to be heard over Liara's whimpers.

"Please," Liara cried, not even knowing exactly what she was begging for. Even her first orgasm last night hadn't had this much build up and Liara couldn't help but thrash a little against Shepard, her body no longer under her control.

"Tell me what you're feeling, pet. Tell me and I'll make it all better," Shepard promised.

"I... I feel like I need to... crawl out of my skin," Liara cried out, too aroused to be ashamed of the need in her voice. "Like I'm going to burst... like I'm so full, and I have to - have to push out and - and. .."

Shepard ducked her head to kiss Liara's cheek, nuzzling against her crest. "You don't have to do anything, pet." She pushed her fingers against the swollen, sensitive spot inside of Liara, and the pressure made her gasp. "I already told you, I'm going to fuck it out of you. Just relax and let me take care of you..."

Liara gasped when Shepard hooked against the same spot, doing exactly as she had promised, massaging and pressing until she couldn't stand it anymore. Her other hand continued rubbing furiously over Liara's clit, pulling back the hood so that the purple, swollen ridge was completely exposed and straining for attention.

The dual stimulation was too much. Liara felt Shepard's fingers jab up almost harshly, pushing against the swollen, full place inside her with an unrelenting pressure. Before she even had a chance to feel embarrassed, several jets of warmth spilled over Shepard's hand, hitting the heel of her palm. Shepard let out a low, satisfied groan as she felt Liara cover her hand, but she didn't stop. "That's it, pet. Don't be afraid. Give me everything," she purred, curling her fingers and managing to coax out several more bursts of wetness until Liara's poor body had nothing more to give her.