So, since ostensibly finishing this story, I've continued to get a lot of really positive feedback along with suggestions, and I wanted to give you all another chapter based in part on some them. This one is a bit of a role reversal, with Liara being the one with the, ahem, issue and Shepard giving her some help. I hope you like it.


To say that Liara T'Soni was nervous would have been a severe understatement. The young asari's stomach was tied into a knot so tight that she could barely breath but in spite of her fear, she didn't turn her away. Her whole life, she'd been held back by what she was and tonight might be her last chance to overcome that.

At the sound of the door sliding open behind her, Shepard turned, smiling when she saw who was standing in the entranceway. Her blossoming relationship with Liara had become the brightest part of a time otherwise dominated by the grim hunt for Saren and with the weight of their imminent arrival on Ilos hanging over her head, she was more glad than ever to see the woman she had come to love.

"Hey," she told the archeologist, "What can I do for you?"

"Shepard." Liara tried her best to keep her voice level. "Over the last weeks, we have been growing closer and I… I didn't want us to go on this mission without showing you how I feel."

The commander got up from her desk chair, her pulse quickening at her girlfriend's words. "Liara," she asked, "Do you mean…"

"Yes." The asari gave her a nervous little smile. "I want to join with you as lovers. If you want me, that is," she added hastily.

"Oh, I do." Shepard closed the distance to the asari, bringing her fingers up to her cheek. The scaled skin there was smooth to the touch and when she caressed it, a small purr escaped Liara's throat. "Very much. Do you know how long I've been thinking about what it would be like to kiss you?"

"Would you like to demonstrate?" Liara's expression was somewhere between innocent and sultry, but either way, Shepard found it highly arousing.

"Definitely." The Spectre leaned in, gripping the back of Liara's crest and pulling her closer. Her lips were so soft, and in response to the human's prompting, they slid open, allowing her tongue entry. She ran it over Liara's own, the asari moaning softly as the kiss went on. Liara had dreamed of this moment for weeks now, and the sheer delight of it was rapidly obliterating her fears.

And then it started. As Shepard's hands ran over her face, Liara felt the familiar stirrings in her lower body, and she broke the kiss, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to hold back her response.

As Liara pulled back, Shepard took a deep breath, trying to settle her own hormones down and take care of the inexperienced archeologist. "Are you all right?", she asked. "We can stop if you need to."

"I… I don't want that," the asari stammered. "I just needed a moment."

Shepard nodded and Liara leaned over to kiss her once more, beginning to explore the human's body with her hands, hoping that if she focused on her girlfriend, it would stop her body's cravings from overwhelming her. One by one, she undid the buttons on the Spectre's uniform shirt, leaving her in only a plain black bra. Her girlfriend's skin was a creamy white color, doted with little freckles, and Liara knelt down in front of her, running her tongue over its delicious expanse. Shepard sighed happily, and her hands went to the back of Liara's crest, stroking it encouragingly.

Reaching up, Liara found herself fumbling with the clasp of the Spectre's bra, mercifully managing to get it open before she embarrassed herself too badly. Her new lover's breasts were slightly smaller then her own but firm and perfectly formed and Liara couldn't resist taking one of them in her mouth, sucking on the pink nipple that topped it. Shepard's neck arched and she moaned softly in response, a surprisingly gentle sound coming from such a powerful warrior.

Liara's first explorations were tentative, but what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm and it wasn't long before Shepard felt an intense urge to reciprocate. Extending a hand down, she guided Liara back to her feet and led the young asari to her small bed.

"I'm sorry it's not bigger," she apologized as she began unzipping her jumpsuit, "But we can make do."

"It will be fine," Liara managed to reply, swiftly becoming distracted by the way Shepard's hands were caressing her smooth skin. The commander was starting slowly, just brushing lightly over her body, but it was already enough to make her crazy. Shepard was clearly practiced at this and as she finished undressing Liara, leaving only her white panties covering her nakedness, she could feel her arousal tightening in her lower belly, clawing it's way back to the surface. She swallowed hard, trying to keep it under control, but then Shepard closed her mouth around a soft, blue breast and her body betrayed her. Her hips shuddered and a wave of nausea replaced her pleasure as she fought to keep the change her instincts craved from starting.

Her lover sensed her distress and she brought her lips up to Liara's neck, kissing it gently as she asked, "Sweetheart, now I can tell something's wrong. What is it?"

"I, it is nothing," she stammered. "Nothing is wrong. This is just new, that's all."

"Well, then we can slow down," Shepard promised her, "But this seems like more than that. Are you sick?"

Liara's impulse was to lie once more, but she couldn't do it. The reassurance she saw in the Spectre's green eyes combined with the implausibility of any story she might fabricate persuaded her to at last let go of the secret she'd been carrying for so long.

"Shepard," she began tentatively, "I told you that I have not done this before, but not the real reason why. I… I am not like other asari."

"I know you're a, what did you call it, a pureblood," Shepard told her, "But I don't care about that."

"That's because you don't know what it means," Liara blurted out, reaching for her discarded jumpsuit as panic temporarily overcame her. "This was a mistake. I cannot do this. I thought I could but I can't."

"Wait," Shepard implored her. Liara's desire had been unmistakable and the commander at least wanted the whole story before she left. "Please. Maybe I can help you with whatever this is if you just tell me."

Liara took a deep breath, pushing past the shame that threatened to overwhelm her. "Very well. You know that my people reproduce through our mental bond, but that was not always the case. Tens of thousands of years ago, we were different. In some respects we were like other species, but our anatomy was more… flexible. When the ancient asari took lovers, one member of the pair would adapt her body so that she could impregnate her partner."

"That is no longer the case, except… except that sometimes, a pureblood is a throwback to that time, genetically programmed to take on that role with other asari or women of other species." She bowed her head, unable to look at Shepard as she continued. "To my people, it is a disgusting atavism, one of the reasons that purebloods are so reviled. And I am such a throwback."

A small tear escaped the archeologist's eye but Shepard kissed it away. "Hey," she said softly, "It's okay. Let me see if I understand. You're saying you have a…"

"Yes." Liara's voice was barely audible. "A penis. Not most of them time, but when I'm sexually aroused, at least with the right partner, my body changes unless I can control it. I though I could but you… the way you make me feel, it's too much."

"Then don't." Liara looked up at her, and Shepard explained, "Don't fight it." The archeologist starred in disbelief, and she continued, "Look, I don't care what other asari think about this. I love you, Liara, and I already knew your body was different from a human's. This isn't a problem for me."

Liara started to say something else, but this time, Shepard was waiting, leaning over and catching her lips for another kiss. This one she kept shorter, but when she ended it, she moved her mouth to the asari's face, planting a series of smaller ones on her adorable blue freckles. "I mean it," she whispered, "If you still want me, then don't worry about holding back, because I want all of you."

The archeologist's mouth hung open, unable to believe what she was hearing. Could Shepard really be willing to be with her in spite of her curse? It hardly seemed possible, and yet the Spectre was already starting to touch her again, her hands reaching down to the asari's underwear.

"Do you want me to take these off?", Shepard asked, and when the archeologist managed to choke out an assent, she was stripped bare, her wet azure exposed to the Spectre's gaze. Shepard's fingers went to its center, brushing over her swollen clit, and at her touch, Liara felt the strain in her body begin once more.

Shepard bent down, moving her hand out of the way so that her mouth could replace it. She'd been with asari before, and for now, everything looked much the same. It tasted the same too, a warm, sweet liquid meeting her tongue when it darted out to run over the scientist's entrance. Liara's hips bucked against her mouth and when she felt her lover started to pull back once more, she urged, "Don't do that, sweetheart. Change for me, and I promise I'll take good care of you."

"Can you… can you not look?", Liara asked softly, her shame clearly still present even if it was receding a little.

"Of course." Shepard slid up alongside the asari, kissing her deeply as her hand came to rest on her inner thigh. "Now just relax and trust me."

As Shepard caressed her calf, her other arm wrapped around the asari's body and Liara felt some of the tension begin to leave her body. Instead of fighting it, this time she gave in to her natural inclination, a sense of blissful relief spreading through her lower body as she did.

"Can I look now?", Shepard asked as Liara relaxed down into the mattress. Her lover nodded and the change the Spectre saw was remarkable. Growing out from the archeologist's azure was a lengthy erection, the smooth skin a dark blue color.

Liara had turned away to avoid facing herself, but Shepard had no such qualms. She wrapped one hand around the shaft and squeezed gently, enjoying the throbbing warmth of the organ in her hand. At her touch, Liara exhaled sharply, and the commander whispered to her, "There. Doesn't that feel nice?" She started sliding up and down the shaft while brushing her thumb over the swollen head at it's top. "There's nothing wrong with you, sweetheart." Liara opened her mouth to object, and but before she could, Shepard repeated, "Nothing."

To make her point clear, she dropped back down, using her hand to guide Liara between her full, red, lips. The asari still tasted much the same and when Shepard sucked on the tip of her cock, she was rewarded with a few more drops of that sweet, clear liquid.

Even as she watched her commander's head bobbing up and down on her, Liara could hardly believe her eyes. Only in her most private, shameful fantasies had she imagined the beautiful commander doing something like this for her, and now that it was happening, it was better than she could've dreamed. The heat of Shepard's mouth and the pressure she was applying was driving the asari absolutely wild. Along with the forbidden eroticism of the image in front of her, it was almost unbearable and the only sounds she could manage were a series of gasps and whimpers, her hands clutching at the sheets and Shepard's hair as she was pleasured. She could feel her shaft aching, already desperate for release, but she tried to restrain herself. It was one thing for the commander to use her mouth on her, but to actually ask her to let Liara climax this way was too much.

Sensing her lover's hesitation, Shepard pulled up, replacing her tongue with her hand, slowly stroking the hot flesh as she asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to come for me?"

"It's disgusting," Liara gasped, "Can't make you…"

"Oh, I don't think so," the Specter disagreed, guiding the slippery tip of Liara's erection up so she could run it over her bare breasts, "I think it would be pretty damn sexy."

That was more than she could take. The sight and feel of Shepard along with her words melted away what was left of Liara's resistance, and she erupted, pulses of hot fluid pouring out of her and coating the commander's creamy breasts and hard, pink nipples. Shepard leaned down, taking the next shot on her cheek before she got the pulsing organ in her mouth once more, eagerly swallowing the rest of Liara's climax. Her tongue kept swirling around the head, coaxing out everything the asari had to give her with strokes that almost felt too good on her increasingly sensitively skin.

When she was finally done, her lover pulled up alongside her, an unbearably sultry smile covering her pretty face, and she ran one finger along her cheek, gathering up the spare bit of Liara's release and sucking it off. "Like I said," she purred, "Sexy. Besides, I like the way you taste."

"Shepard," the asari sputtered, "I… I have no idea what to say."

"Say you're not done yet," she grinned while using the sheets to clean herself up a little bit. She knew other asari were capable of multiple climaxes, and it was something she hoped that her new lover's penis didn't preclude.

"No," Liara assured her commander, "I am not." The intensity of her attraction to Shepard was more than sufficient to maintain her change for now, a thought which no longer bothered her quite so much, and she asked, "What did you want to do next?"

"To have you inside me," Shepard replied, and at her words, she could see Liara's cock twitch, even the idea enough to provoke a physical response in her lover.

"Goddess, yes," Liara replied quickly. She still felt as if she was in a dream, and if that's what this was, then she intended to make the most of it. "Let me see the rest of you."

"As you wish," Shepard told her, enjoying the hunger she heard in the asari's voice along with the growing confidence. She could only imagine what it had been like for Liara, living with this secret for so long, and it made her immensely happy to be able to help her make her peace with it.

With an eager dispatch, the commander pulled off her pants and underwear together, watching Liara's eyes stay glued to the skin that was being revealed. Once she was as nude as her lover, she took the asari's hand and guided it between her legs. "We're relatively similar," she told Liara, as slim, blue fingers met short, red hair, "Humans just have less scales and more folds. But don't worry," she added, "I'll show you what to do."

As Shepard led her fingers downwards, Liara smiled at the slickness gathering around her lover's sex, and when the commander caught her expression, she grinned back. "See, I told you," she reminded the asari. "Not disgusting. Incredibly hot."

Shepard pulled back the hood of her clit and the archeologist reached out tentatively, touching the hard point that was revealed. Her commander gasped, and Liara began rubbing her, encouraged by the little arch that appeared in her lover's back as she did. "Goddess," she marveled as her lover pressed her hips into her touch, "You are so beautiful." The sight of the Spectre's body on display just for her, her hard muscles tense with desire, streaks of the asari's release still on her pale, freckled skin, was the most intensely sexy thing Liara had ever seen and between her legs, her erection was painfully stiff once more, yearning to be inside her lover.

The commander seemed to sense her desire because she took hold of Liara's hand and led it down to her pussy. "There," she told her as the tips of her lover's fingers begin to explore past her tight opening, "Get me ready. You're pretty big."

Liara didn't need to be told twice and even as she buried her digits inside her lover, just the thought of her cock replacing them in that wet warmth was enough to make her pulse with need. With her free hand, she caressed the Spectre's curves, tracing the swell of her firm ass, noting the little scar just below her hip bone from some old battle and pressing a kiss on it. The commander pushed back against her thrusts, urging her to go faster, and Liara was only too happy to comply, drawing her fingers along the human's inner walls as she tried to learn what she liked.

She still wasn't sure quite what she was doing, but it seemed to work well enough because it wasn't long before Shepard took hold of her wrist, and whispered huskily, "That's good. Now, I want you in me."

Laying Liara back down on the bed, Shepard climbed on top of her new lover. "There's plenty of ways we can do this," she told her, "But this one lets me take the lead and show you how to please me. Does that sound good?"

"Definitely," Liara managed, barely able to speak she was so turned on. It was blissful torture the way Shepard lifted up her hips and slowly slid down onto her, but when her lover had at last taken her to the base, the feeling of slick heat enveloping her was worth any wait.

The Spectre started slowly, letting herself get used to the wonderful sensation of fullness Liara's cock provided, but gradually, she started moving her hips, generating the very best kind of friction. The asari's eyes were wide as they made love, the most beautiful warmth filling them, and Shepard smiled down at her. "How's this feel?", she asked.

"Incredible," she whimpered, and Shepard leaned down, giving her a passionate kiss. Her hands covered the asari's breasts, her thumbs stimulating her nipples, while her wet pussy kept sliding up and down her shaft. Liara's hips felt like they were moving of their own accord, pumping desperately into the commander, while her hands tangled in her lovely, red hair.

"Mm, that's so good," Shepard praised her, "Do you think you can go harder."

Liara did her best to comply, taking hold of her lover's hips and speeding up her movements, and when Shepard moaned loudly in response, the asari knew she couldn't hold on much longer. She never wanted this bliss to end, and yet the sights and sounds and feelings were simply too good for the inexperienced archeologist to resist. She craved the meld as well, the feeling of sharing everything with this amazing human, but she still wasn't sure if that's what the commander wanted and so she held back as best she could.

Shepard could feel Liara's thrusts becoming harder, her breathing more ragged, and she knew the asari was close to the edge. The commander was still a little behind her, and she took Liara's hand and brought it back between her legs to her swollen, throbbing clit. "Rub me," she gasped, and her lover did as she was asked, trying her best to set up a smooth pace as she kept fucking the Spectre. Shepard threw back her head, savoring this new pleasure, but the next time she looked down at Liara, she could see the tell-tale flecks of blackness starting to form in her eyes. "Go ahead," she told the asari, caressing her face, "Meld with me."

At her commander's words, Liara stopped restraining her desires, her thoughts flying out to latch on to the human's mind. There was no judgment there, just hunger for her body as it was and love that the asari reciprocated, sharing the depths of her feelings with the Spectre as only the joining allowed her to. There was also intense pleasure, and when combined with what she was already feeling, all her remaining control failed. Gasping out, "Shepard," she came hard, thrusting as deeply as she could go, her cock spilling out a massive climax into the human's welcoming heat.

As Liara stiffened inside her, Shepard felt her lover's pleasure crashing into her mind, pulling her the last little distance over the edge along with her. Her own orgasm exploded out of her, her wetness coating Liara's cock even as she shared her joy with the asari. The feeling of Shepard's climax around her and in her prolonged Liara's own bliss as well. One peak blended seamlessly into the next, her mind utterly filled with the pleasure she and her lover were passing back and forth between them. She kept coming, over and over, more than she would have believed possible, until her release was dripping out of Shepard, and she was lying back on the bed, panting and utterly spent.

Warm fingers ran over her face as the meld gradually unwound, Shepard's reassuring presence helping to ease her down from the most intense experience of her life. It was the commander who spoke first, stroking Liara's freckled cheek as she purred, "You were wonderful. This was everything I wanted. How about you?"

"Mm hmm," Liara nodded, a goofy smile still plastered across her face. "I feel incredible."

"I'm glad," Shepard told her, stroking the tips of the asari's crest. The touch was more soothing than stimulating now, all desire seemingly drained from Liara's body for now, but it was highly pleasant none the less. "Of course," she added, "Now, we really have to stop Saren tomorrow."

"And why is that?", her lover asked playfully, nuzzling against the crook of Shepard's neck as her cock withdrew, slipping out of the commander and disappearing back into her own body.

"Because I we are definitely going to have to do that again."