Shepard fought to keep her hand from shaking as she took the case. The cognitive dissonance between the fantastic orgasm Liara had given her and the ridiculous situation they were in made her cheeks burn, but fortunately, the flush of shame and the flush of arousal looked very similar. No one commented while she unzipped the case and took out her cock. "Looks expensive," she said, struggling to find her voice. It cracked despite her efforts. "I'm glad the stupid bitch didn't cheap out. I do have my standards after all. Now put it in."
Liara took the toy from her, and as she pretended to hesitate, Shepard took a moment to survey the crowd. The mercenaries remained unreadable behind their helmets, but Brooks seemed more engaged than before as she watched the scene in front of her. Traynor, though, was a particularly interesting sight. Shepard had never seen quite the mixture of fear, disgust, and arousal that warred on her face.
She knows, she realized. Liara told her that this is me, and she can't figure out what to make of it. Traynor's crush on her had been clear from the day they met, but somehow, she suspected this wasn't how the Specialist had imagined seeing her naked.
She didn't have time to consider it any further, because Brooks started barking out orders. "Get on with it."
With a convincing show of reluctance, Liara slid the short end of the toy inside of her. Her climax made the insertion easy enough, and when the sensory transmission plate lined up with her clit, she shuddered at the sensation of Liara's hand wrapped around her new cock. It was even harder for her to resist her bondmate like this, perhaps because she had less experience with this kind of pleasure. Already, the ache between her legs was returning in force.
A pang of self-loathing hit her, but she had no choice. They had to play this out a little longer. Her hands took hold of Liara's shoulders and she yanked her to her feet, pressing another hard kiss on her. "Enough delaying," she growled, although the reminder was really for herself. "It's time to see the rest of that pretty little body of yours."
Liara complied in sullen silence, bending over to step out of her white panties. She shivered as the last of her flesh was exposed, and Shepard felt a stab of guilt. "Turn around," she ordered. "Hands on the railing, ass in the air."
The crowd cheered appreciatively at that, the appeal of the position enough to make them forget that it would let them see far more of Shepard than Liara. Still, the mercenaries had enough of a view that there was no way she could fake what had to happen next. At the very least, she could make it comfortable for Liara. She began running her hands over her bondmate's backside, trying to mask the affectionate gesture with her words. "It is a great ass… And I bet it'll look even better when I'm buried all the way inside you. Do you want that?"
"Does it matter?" Liara said through gritted teeth. "You'll do it anyway."
She knows that's not true,she reminded herself, but it was still a struggle to begin. Her hand dipped between Liara's legs, seeking out her azure. Shepard was shocked but pleased to find that she was already slick with arousal. Liara always took such delight in making her come. Hating herself for using that fact, she said, "Your body says you do. You're already wet for me."
That earned her a laugh from the crowd that she didn't want, and while the mercs chortled, her fingers explored. It wasn't hard to tease Liara's clit out from beneath its hood, and Shepard gave the hard little bud a few strokes before pulling back. "Looks like she's good and ready," she declared. She would've prefered to give Liara more foreplay, but she was confident that at least she wouldn't hurt her.
Taking hold of her cock, Shepard lined it up with Liara's entrance. Her bondmate looked unbearably sexy bent over the railing, and the sight of her long, gorgeous legs spread in preparation made the shaft throb against her palm. It's only us, Liara had said, and for a brief moment, it almost felt true. With her back turned, Shepard couldn't see anyone else. They were alone in their own little universe, and maybe if they stayed that way, she could actually go through with it.
Shepard blocked out the sounds coming from behind her, focusing solely on Liara. She slid inside with short, easy strokes, but her caution wasn't necessary. Liara's body welcomed her, and a soft, wordless sigh granted her permission to move. She pumped her hips harder than she would have liked, trying to put on a good show, but the stroke was still pleasurable. A groan forced it's way out of her throat as warm silk squeezed down around her shaft.
"Fuck, you're so tight," she said, aiming the running commentary at Liara instead of their audience. She knew it was risky, but she couldn't bear to objectify her lover any more than she had to. Talking to her instead of Brooks was a chance she had to take for her own sanity. "The 'Savior of the Galaxy' doesn't deserve this."
It's true, she thought, torn between guilt and arousal. I don't deserve her. She hated how easily she had fallen into her usual routine. Her hands were already gripping Liara's waist, allowing her to slide deeper with each stroke. Worse still, the length of her cock was already straining. Her mind was repulsed by what she was doing, but her body kept responding without her permission. She just hoped she wouldn't lose control and come inside Liara like this. Humiliating her bondmate that way would be too much to bear.
"And you don't deserve to live." Liara started to struggle against her, and the surprise almost made Shepard lose her hold. She hadn't expected Liara to continue fighting, and the fact that it was fake didn't make her feel much better. After a moment's hesitation, she yanked one of Liara's arms behind her back, holding it there as gently as she could. She had gotten the message. Liara was telling her to be meaner in order to make sure they survived.
She bent over Liara's body, ignoring both the churning feeling in her gut and the swiftly rising ache in her shaft. "Maybe I'll keep you around after I blow your girlfriend's brains out. I could get used to sampling this regularly." She gave another hard thrust, and Liara let out a muffled sob of pleasure disguised as pain.
When she risked a glance sideways, Brooks met her eyes with an icy stare. Suspicion had returned to her face, and Shepard knew she had to take a different tactic. Apparently, her attempts at 'hurting' Liara weren't convincing enough. She latched onto her bondmate's shoulder with a low growl, sinking her teeth into the smooth, blue flesh. It proved to be a mistake. The walls of Liara's azure clenched tighter around her, and she faltered as a pulse of pleasure raced up her cock and straight to her core.
Although it made her own situation worse, the display of ownership worked. Cheers filled the room, and Brooks shifted into a more relaxed position, leaning back against one of the other railings. "The mark's a nice touch," she said when Shepard finally released Liara's shoulder. "We'll make sure the soon-to-be-late Commander Shepard sees it when she arrives for her execution."
Brooks' voice sounded distant in Shepard's ears. The threat should have made her sick, but Liara had started rocking back to meet her thrusts, using what little freedom she still had to take her deeper. The movement came as a surprise, and Shepard nearly lost her own rhythm. Heat surrounded her, and if she tilted her hips at the right angle, she could feel the full, swollen place against Liara's front wall. She forgot herself, burying her face into Liara's neck. Her scent was the same as always, sweet and familiar and comforting.
It was exactly what she needed. Being buried inside Liara was already overwhelming her reluctance but this new closeness made her forget anything other than her bondmate's body. If she didn't do something, she was going to surrender to that sensation. Instead, she focused on the only other thing she could: Liara's pleasure. She angled her thrusts, rubbing the head of her shaft along the walls that gripped her so marvelously.
"Gonna make you come," she grunted. "Gonna make you come all over my cock."
"Fuck, yes," someone in the crowd shouted, "Make the whore come," but it was getting easier to block them out. Liara kept making sharp little gasps that she knew from experience were real, and her azure was dripping with each thrust. Her hands clutched the swell of Liara's ass, holding her in place as she writhed. Shepard could feel her coming undone, and she gritted her teeth. The way Liara tightened when she came was usually enough to trigger her own climax, but she was determined not to let that happen this time.
Think about something else, she told herself. Anything else. Weapon maintenance, laundry, Reaper attacks, anything but the tight, silky heat that surrounded her, practically begging her to come...
It was a valiant effort, but in vain. Liara clenched around her, and as she did, her mind reached out as well, forcibly grabbing ahold of Shepard's thoughts. There were no words exchanged this time. Instead, the pure, primal lust she'd triggered in her bondmate poured over her. It smashed through the walls she'd tried to build around her own desire, and in an instant, she knew she was about to peak too.
Desperate to prevent it, she made herself withdraw, yanking her cock out of that wonderful warmth, but it didn't help. Sharing Liara's orgasm was enough, and she felt her inner walls clench around the end of the toy inside her. A bolt of pleasure ran straight down her shaft, and she shivered, moaning loudly as her own climax began. The first spurt erupted out from the head of her cock, a powerful burst of wetness that fell along the back of Liara's ass.
Behind her, she could hear the cheers of the mercenaries, hooting and catcalling, urging her on as she kept coming. Further pulses spilled out of her, painting Liara's thighs, the backs of her legs, and even the outside of her azure with her release. Across the meld, she could feel her bondmate's pleasure and her love, and she drew strength from that. As long as Shepard had those, she could make it through whatever the scene required of her.
Amidst the lewd cries, however, one sound stood out. Brooks was clapping slowly, almost sarcastically. "Very nice," she told her. "You actually made the little tramp come."
"What can I say," she panted as the last shudders of her climax faded. "Nobody does it better than Commander Shepard."
"Well, if we need to raise a few extra credits, the vids of you with the good doctor would sell nicely. But now that you're done, I think the Normandy's new crew could use a little relief. A show like that tends to work up an appetite." Shepard's momentary relief shattered. Her hand cupped Liara's hip, a protective gesture that thankfully went unnoticed - except by Brooks. "Don't worry, Commander. I know better than to take away your brand new toy…" Brooks' voice trailed off, and she sent a meaningful glance in Traynor's direction. The Specialist's eyes grew wide, and she let out a soft whimper of fear as the mercs on either side of her leered through their visors. "But I think Miss Traynor could use some attention of her own."
The room went deathly quiet as Brooks pushed away from the railing. She approached Traynor with a smooth, rolling motion, boots clicking across the grated metal floor. Shepard watched in horror as she reached out with one hand, cupping the side of Samantha's cheek. Traynor jerked away from the touch, and Shepard could see the fear written all over her face.
"Wait," she said, releasing Liara and turning around. Immediately, several of the mercs aimed their guns to make sure Liara didn't try to escape. Brooks let go of Traynor and turned while Shepard's mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse. There was no way she would let anyone else put a hand on a member of her crew. "Not yet," she told Brooks. "I'm not finished breaking in my new pet. I think she should know just how many times the real Shepard can make her come."
. . .
"I know you're proud of yourself, Commander," Brooks said to Shepard, "but is that really necessary? You've already proved your point."
Liara shuddered as Brooks stared at her, her gaze following the wetness that ran along her inner thighs. Between her release and Shepard's, her skin was covered in slick, shining trails. She closed her legs and tilted her body away, trying to preserve as much of her modesty as she could.
"It is," Shepard said, snaking a possessive arm around her waist. She remembered to try and squirm free just in time, but Shepard's grip was steel even while pretending. "That isn't all she's capable of. I felt the edges of a meld last time." She paused, giving the gathered crowd a proud smirk, and Liara felt relieved. Apparently, her second orgasm had cleared Shepard's head, because her acting had improved immensely. "The little slut's so eager for it, I think she'll go all the way this time."
"Really?" To Liara's intense relief, that suggestion coaxed a flash of interest into Brooks' dark eyes. Her cold smile returned. "You haven't shown an interest in doing that with any of the others... but I suppose Doctor T'Soni is a special case."
The way she drew out the words made Liara's skin crawl with disgust. Most of her arousal had faded, but Traynor was still trembling between several large mercenaries, staring at her with wide, frightened eyes. She had to do something. It couldn't possibly take the rest of the crew much longer to break onto the ship. "I don't care what you do to my body," she said, glaring at Shepard. "Nothing could ever make me meld with you."
Shepard picked up on the cue immediately. "Liar," she growled, whirling around to face her. Shepard forced her back until her legs hit the edge of the galaxy map. "I felt you try it last time. You can't stop yourself, just like you couldn't stop from coming around my cock."
Liara didn't have time to think up a retort. Shepard lifted her as if she was nothing, hitching her up against the map in a surge of muscle. Instinctively, she reached for Shepard's shoulders, holding on for balance as her knees hooked around her hips. It was a very vulnerable position, but at least it didn't afford their audience much opportunity to see her. A gasp caught in her chest as the underside of Shepard's cock rubbed against her. It was already stiff again, and she could feel a faint throb as it slid along her azure.
Meanwhile, the mercenaries had regained their enthusiasm. They leaned in, forgetting about Traynor in their effort to get a better view. Several craned their necks and lifted their visors, and Liara closed her eyes, unwilling to look at their faces. She could take pleasure in Shepard's touch despite the circumstances, but only if she pretended they were alone.
Shepard made it easy. Firm, callused hands folded tighter around her hips, sliding back to cup her ass. Although the map was still behind her, she was barely pressed against it. Shepard's strong arms and her desperate grip were the only things holding her upright. "Last chance," Shepard growled. "Beg for it, and I'll make this easier."
"Never," she hissed, trying to decide how long she should resist. She knew the meld would let her forget everything but Shepard, but she couldn't give in too easily.
"Never's a long time," Shepard replied, an arrogant smirk covering her face. Her hips lifted up, her cock brushing along the length of Liara's clit, and she trembled at the pressure.
"Don't… don't do that," she whimpered, even while her body implored otherwise. One of Shepard's hands had made its way to the back of her head, kneading her crest while sharp teeth latched onto the side of her neck, nipping at her skin.
The pressure forced a moan out of her throat. She clutched at Shepard's armor, the firm plates letting her squeeze as hard as she wanted without actually risking injury. It was getting harder to hold back, especially when the head of the cock pressed against her opening, teasing but not entering her. The slight stretch, the hint of what her body craved, was making her crazy. "Don't… stop," she pleaded, knowing Shepard would understand her real meaning.
"If you need me to stop teasing," Shepard told her, sliding in half an inch before pulling back, "then give me what I want. What your body wants. Because if you don't, we might have to find another way to have fun." She shot a threatening glance at Traynor, drawing an appropriately frightened gulp from the Specialist.
"All right," Liara whispered, loud enough for Brooks to hear. "Please don't hurt her..." She tore her gaze away from Traynor, from Brooks, from the drooling mercenaries, and stared up into Shepard's eyes. The bright green irises locked onto her, and at last, she stopped resisting her instincts. As Shepard's cock slammed inside of her, she reached out, surrendering to the mind she knew so well. A shared shudder ran through them, and they were finally joined together fully, body and soul.
Liara had never encountered such a twisted knot inside of Shepard's mind before. The familiar desire and affection were there, but tangled up in with them were dark strands of guilt. It isn't your fault, she insisted, following one of the winding threads into the center of Shepard's thoughts. Bitter anger swelled up there - at Brooks, at herself, at what she had done... I was the one who first suggested this plan. They would have done far worse if we didn't play along, but now, we're going to survive. Help will be here soon, so let's just enjoy this as best we can until then.
Her memories of the last few minutes flooded between them, sweeping them both away. Bent over, writhing against the railing as Shepard pushed deep inside... a perfect pressure that only her bondmate could give her, an ache that only she could soothe... Part of Liara was yanked back into the physical realm as Shepard's cock pulsed inside her. She squeezed down deliberately, trying to keep them focused on the pleasure of the moment. At the same time, she gently guided Shepard's mind in a more positive direction, explaining the memories as they were shared.
The mercs, jeering at us…
... seeing how I belong to you, even if they don't know who you really are…
Brooks... all those things she said... the things I said…
You know none of them are true.
Oh God, Liara, it felt so good. How could it feel so good? How could I come while I was pretending to ra -
Liara reached deep inside of herself, drawing out her own lust and desire, everything Shepard's touch inspired in her. She gave it as a gift, a reminder to her lover that she wasn't the only one who'd come earlier. Shepard groaned as her thoughts relaxed and she fell into a quick rhythm, hitching Liara up even higher so she could get a better angle. A rough hand slid between their bodies, rolling over the stiff ridge of her clit. Liara didn't bother stifling her cry of bliss, not in the meld, and not even outside of it. I didn't want this, she thought, but I wanted you. I always want you.
The next thing she felt was a flood of relief. The last of the knot unravelled, and Shepard floated free, embracing her completely. Within the protection of the union, they were safe, able to take joy in that moment no matter who else was there. Inside her, she felt Shepard's cock swelling, and she pushed her hips against it, shamelessly meeting each thrust. She was lost to her pleasure, so full of her bondmate in every sense of the word that nothing else existed.
The only question that remained was when their climax would begin. But soon, even that didn't matter. The lines between their feelings blurred, a shared need overwhelming them with every motion of their bodies. Their peak came swiftly, and this time, they shared all of it. Liara stiffened as Shepard gave one last thrust, pushing deep inside of her. A flood of heat rushed between their bodies, pouring from the throbbing tip of Shepard's cock and splashing out around the base. Her inner walls trembled and clasped at the thick shaft, coaxing out as much as she could.
She didn't know how Shepard stayed standing, but somehow, she managed. Her powerful arms kept Liara from crashing down into the railing while the meld drew out their ecstasy in a long series of blissful spasms. As the joining faded along with their climax, Shepard eased her off of her cock and down onto the deck.
"You look lovely, Doctor," Brooks said as she took in the sight of Liara's sticky, panting body. "Really lovely. But if you're quite done, Shepard, I think I should confess..."
That was as far as she got. Whatever her confession was going to be, it disappeared in a shower of blood and metal as the helmeted head of the mercenary nearest to her exploded. All eyes whipped around and across the CIC and standing at its other side, Liara saw the welcome image of Ashley Williams reloading her Javelin.
Nor was she alone. The rest of the team, led by Wrex and Javik, were pouring into the room. Before their startled enemies could react, Shepard struck. Her biotics flashed and she jumped, reappearing next to the startled mercenaries holding Traynor. The shockwave caused by her arrival knocked them from their feet and while her bondmate pressed the attack, Liara found her own target.
Maya Brooks' smug smile had been replaced with twisted rage as she un-shouldered her shotgun and charged to meet the invaders. She didn't make it very far. Liara lashed out with a bolt of energy that impacted Brooks' shields. She spun around, waving her weapon as she looked for her attacker. Liara didn't give her a chance to finish her search. Drawing on all of her anger, she unleashed a second, more powerful warp that struck Brooks squarely in the middle of the chest. It lifted her off of her feet, throwing her backwards into the terminal behind her.
Glancing over, Liara saw that Shepard had matters well in hand, using her omni-blade and a captured pistol to finish off Traynor's captors. She returned her to focus on Brooks. Wrapping herself in a powerful barrier, she floated across the room. Though a shotgun blast was fired at her as she closed, it was an off-balance shot that merely grazed her shields.
Reaching her tormentor, Liara slammed a biotically-charged fist into her chest, knocking her back to the ground. Her second punch caught Brooks in the face, and her head snapped around, slamming hard against the deck. She tried to roll away, but Liara caught her with another warp. This one took the fight right out of her, and her weapon fell from her grasp as she slumped down.
Liara grabbed the front of Brooks' armor, pulling her close enough to look into her brown eyes. All the horrid things the woman had said to them kept running through her head and she drew back her arm, readying a killing blow. Before she could deliver it though, she felt a familiar touch on her shoulder.
"It's over, sweetheart," Shepard told her, her strong voice a balm to Liara's anger.
"But Shepard, she…"
"I know, but this isn't you. She's not worth it."
With a ragged breath, she let Brooks fall from her grasp, looking around the room instead. The remainder of the mercenaries were already dead, leaving only the rest of the team still standing. The rest of the team…
In a sudden, horrifying instant, Liara realized that all of her friends could see the state that she was in. She dashed across the CIC to the pile of clothes by the galaxy map. Her armor was too disassembled to be put back on quickly, and so she settled for her coat, slipping the long white garment over her naked body.
Shepard seemed to have come to a similar conclusion. Seconds later she was next to Liara, frantically pulling on her pants and cramming her cock into her underwear while the rest of the squad did their best to look away. A varying mixture of embarrassment, confusion, worry, and disguised fascination covered their faces, and Liara had no idea what to say to any of them.
