AN - Fill for a prompt on the kmeme. Funny thing was, I was writing the next story/chapter for this and one throw away line referenced said prompt perfectly and then I saw the prompt and fate dictated I just had to fill it. So yeah. Here is that!
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2198 CE - Athena Nebula/Parnitha System/Thessia/Armali
Shepard-T'Soni Estate
She could feel a trickle of sweat make its way down the bridge of her nose, before flying off as she thrust forward once more. Her swirling tongue interrupted only by intermittent nibbling on an indigo nipple moved, seeking out the throbbing pulse point on the Asari's damp neck and latched on with an animalistic fervour. There would be a mark come morning. A good few marks, the flame haired human thought with a smirk.
Taking a second to break away, Shepard leaned back ever so slightly, taking in the image of the Asari beneath her. Liara was near senseless, reduced to a moaning, writhing mess under the Commander's carnal rutting as their hips crashed together, desperate for closeness. Her back arched and eyes, glazed over and rolled back in her head with only the tiniest of blue still visible. Holding back on the meld, Shepard wanted to see just how far she could go before need took over the Asari. Liara's limits were proving higher than the Commander's however, if the blood pounding through her clit and twitches of the toy between her legs were any indication. She grinned.
Shepard comfortably put the touch transmitting dick in her top five purchases, with all the evidence needed provided as she thrust forward once more, feeling Liara's silken heat flutter and contract around her, enveloping her in a way Shepard had previously not thought possible.
The Commander's thoughts were brought back to the present as, along with an almost painfully wanton groan, Liara dragged the blunts of her nails down her Bondmate's back, causing Shepard to bite down on her neck once more. Losing her steady rhythm, Shepard's thrusts became erratic as she pounded mercilessly into her wife as she felt her own need beginning to crest. It wasn't often that the pair fucked so brutally, instead preferring to keep it for 'special' joinings so as not to diminish their enjoyment of it, Liara in particular. It was a constant source of amusement for Shepard to know that the shy, modest scientist-turned-information broker had such a wealth of kinks and preferences behind closed doors. She let out a throaty chuckle. Always the quiet ones. Well, she certainly isn't quiet now.
Wanton moans had made way for guttural growls and clenched teeth as the Asari's cheeks flushed a deep purple, her fingers biting into Shepard's back as she neared the edge. dots began to appear in the Commander's vision, signalling in the impending arrival of her own crescendo, along with the pooling heat in her abdomen erupting into a full blown fire. The Asari's walls clenched around Shepard desperately, unwilling to part with the synthetic member. Sweat was freely dripping off of Shepard now, pleasured gasps joining the sound of slapping skin as she took a final plunge-
"Papa!" outraged tones rang from the doorway behind her. "Don't hurt Mama!"
Eyes snapping open, Shepard could only produce a startled groan of noise as she jumped, tumbling over her Bondmate and landing on the floor at the side of the bed with a thump. She could only pant heavily, swallowing air as her body petered off, the toy between her thighs shooting off a few last squirts of fluid. Only when she realised that the large, worried eyes of her youngest were on her, the littlest Asari's head tilted quizzically, did Shepard make any feeble attempt to hide the synthetic dick, too large for her hands to completely mask and any covers available currently pooled around Liara's lower half, as the Maiden sat up, far too demure and regal for someone who had just been in the process of being fucked senseless.
Scrunching into as small a shape as possible, attempting to hide all her extremities, Shepard's eyes drifted back over to the door, only this time to be met with the furious, emerald glare of her eldest. She was suddenly hit with a wave of sympathy for any and all foes who had faced off against her in the past. That glare was terrifying.
The sheen of sweat that coated her body had cooled, making Shepard shrink further into herself, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. Liara paid no attention to the Human's suffering, instead levelling her two children with a steady gaze and calming smile.
"Sweethearts, I'm fine. I promise."
The eldest, Vari's glare softened but remained serious, unconvinced. Little Izzy's gaze however was still set inquisitively on the crumpled figure of her father.
"Are you sure Mama? Papa was biting and everything. You said it's bad to bite. And Matron Tireya said that lots of adults from the war might have past dramatic dress disorder and that they might hurt people they love but that it isn't an excuse and if they're threatening you, and you shouldn't keep quiet and-"
Liara held up a hand, gently silencing the child. Scooching to the foot of the bed, she beckoned to two children closer, only removing her gaze to momentarily check up on her Bondmate still glued to the floor, and couldn't help the small grin that flared on her lips in response to seeing the infamously unflappable Commander well and truly flapped.
Vari approached cautiously, eyes searching her mother's body for marks. Taking the child's face in her hands, Liara delicately traced her thumbs over the child's smattering of freckles, once again lost in just how much Vari took after both of her parents. Her eyes blazed with the stout hardness that had so often soothed Liara during the hunt for Saren, saved her from the crushing loneliness during her trials with the Shadow Broker and had remained her one beacon of hope in the darkest hours of war. However she also possessed the soft facial structure and willowy grace Liara herself hadn't particularly been aware of until Shepard had pointed it out in their daughter. Glancing over to her younger child, it was almost startling to see such an inverse image. Still a perfect synthesis of all that was good in the two Bondmates and sharing the tenacious and passionate spirit of her sister, young Izzy instead took after her father in looks, sharp features that could slice bread and a quiet confidence that radiated through her being, but chose to exemplify her mother in behaviour, favouring a cautious and highly analytical approach to proceedings, rather than her sibling's feet-first attitude to life.
She followed the line of her youngest's critical gaze, her eyes coming to rest on the gently wobbling phallus, not quite hidden behind Shepard's tangle of limbs. Her sight drifting further northwards, she saw the quiet terror etched into Shepard's face and her mind was immediately drawn back to the present. Awkward sex talk. Right. Well, she won't be much use. Not tonight. She turned back to face Vari with a sincere and reassuring smile.
"I promise you, by Athame's good grace, that what your father and I were doing was entirely consensual and safe."
"But-"
"Give Papa some time to recover, and we'll discuss it in the morning, alright, Little One?"
Vari's eyes flitted uncertainly between that of her two parents, before she returned Liara's gaze with a firm nod. Glancing to the smaller child still in the doorway, Liara's brow furrowed ever so slightly.
"Izzy, sweetie, are you going to be okay?"
"Oh?" the child slipped out of her daze, mind still filtering her thoughts, before she too gave a nod, almost comical in its seriousness.
"Yeah. It's just... Nana 'Thetes' said that humans grew hair everywhere. But I didn't think she meant... everywhere."
Liara let out a soft snort as she registered Shepard wilting further in the corner of her eye. Standing up, she gently ushered the two children back into their room. Tucking them into their respective beds and making sure Izzy had a firm grasp on her Blasto plushie, Liara retreated to the darkness doorway.
"Now sleep well, my loves. I shall see you in the dawn."
Waiting for two murmured responses and the children's fidgeting to ease into a deep breathing, The elder Asari returned to her own room down the hall. Shepard had eased slightly, but nevertheless remained rooted to the floor. Letting out a low chuckle, Liara climbed back onto the bed, stopping only to reach hand down and gently nudge the Commander's cheek. Shepard glanced up, a lost daze lingering across her features.
"Well, come on then." Liara motioned her head down towards her azure. The Commander merely gawped, incredulous.
"You mean... even after they... we... I-I don't think I can. Like, ever again."
Liara merely quirked a brow.
"The Great Commander Shepard that I am familiar with would never leave a mission half done."
Shepard scrunched her face as she grumped, grudgingly getting to her feet, the synthetic phallus bobbing between her legs.
"'Great'? And my title? Gonna have try harder than that, T'Soni."
"You are hard enough for the both of us, love. I assure you." Liara lay back ,a devious smirk taking over her features, as her eyes flashed a deep obsidian.
"Li, that doesn't even mak- Oh God." Shepard could swear she had been winded by the wave of lust and unrestrained need that crashed over her following the sudden meld, rekindling the coiling fire within her own core. Ending as abruptly as it had begun, Shepard at least retained enough composure to give an exaggerated pout as she crawled over her smug Bondmate.
"Damn you and your Asari mind tricks."
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Vari sat straight backed and rigid, perched on the stool, her hands clasped in front of her on the breakfast bar, glare never leaving her father as she continued to eye Shepard suspiciously. Beside her, Izzy sat, brows drawn slightly as she attempted to formulate the question currently on the tip of her tongue.
Doling out the pancakes, Shepard purposefully avoided Vari's gaze, afraid of her face bursting into flames if she so much as caught the child's eye. As the last batch of pancakes were deposited on the youngest child's plate, Izzy finally spoke up.
"Hey, Papa?" she began hesitantly. "Y'know the fur between your legs. Is that... like... always there? I mean, D-Does every human have it?"
Shepard let out a barely audible sigh as she placed the pan back down on the hob before turning to her child, face set with determination. Okay Shep, we've brokered peace with the Quarian and Geth, managed to negotiate treaties between Krogan and Salarians. Hell, we talked two people out of indoctrination. We can do this.
"Well, sweetie," She cleared her throat, unable to stop the flush creeping along her cheeks. Even without looking at her, she could feel her eldest's eyes burning into her, scrutinising her every twitch. "Only grownups have it. In-in fact, it tends to be one of the first signs that someone is becoming a grown up. Of course n-not all humans have it," she was aware she was babbling now, but despite every conscious effort, Shepard couldn't quite finish digging the hole she found herself in. "I-I mean, there are ways to remove it-"
"Oh I know," Izzy nodded sagely, tucking into her breakfast, blissfully ignorant of her father's fumbling. "I saw the pictures on the extranet. And don't worry," She rolled her eyes as Shepard's brow knit. "Glyph made sure I didn't see anything 'I'm not supposed to'" she raised her hands, air quoting the last phrase, before returning to her previous train of thought. "Anyway, it looks really sore. I can understand why you don't. Although Nana 'Thetes said that if you aren't going to mow the lawn, you should at least use some conditioner on it. Then she said something about growing a cod. That's a fish isn't it?" she paused thoughtfully, her nose scrunching slightly, before fixing her father with large, innocent eyes. "I love you and everything, Papa, but humans are gross."
Still praying for the ground to swallow her whole, Shepard took a moment to process Izzy's words. She nodded mutely, agreeing with the child's sentiments, before an icy pale replaced the smouldering inferno on her face.
"Wait- You-You talked to Nana Aethyta?"
"Yeah. She called this morning. But you and Mama were still sleeping." An innocent worry washed over her features, an eye twitched uncertainly. "Was I not s'posed to?"
"It's fine, sweetie. Honestly." Shepard sat opposite her children, shoulders slumping as she fixed the pair with a reassuring smile. "Just my luck she'd choose to phone today. At that time." Her eyes flickered over to Vari, expecting some kind of mirth the child usually showed at her father's expense. Instead, Shepard was met with her unrelenting gaze. Giving up and accepting her torment, Shepard let out a pitiful groan as she buried her head in her arms. For how long she sat like that, she didn't know.
Eventually, a soft squeeze to her shoulder drew Shepard's attention up, only to be met with a soft smile, equal parts amused and sympathetic. As Liara took her seat, Shepard stretched to her full height, clasping her hands behind her head, letting out a laboured sigh.
"So we're gonna talk about this, huh?"
Beside her, Liara nodded, tucking into her pancakes. Vari sat opposite, her own stack untouched, eyes still trained on the Commander.
"I don't know what there is to talk about." The child said, folding her arms and quirking an accusing brow. "I know what I saw."
"No you don't kiddo, I promise you. Not fully." Shepard pushed her fingers into her eyes, rubbing them blearily. Izzy sat, silent, carefully monitoring the exchange.
"Then what did I see, Dad? Tell me exactly what I saw." She leaned forward, her emerald eyes boring into Shepard's own. The human shied under the glare.
"Jeez, sweetie. Y'know, as soon as Tevos calls it quits, you'd be a shoe in for the Council." Vari's expression flattened, unimpressed with the Commander's retort. Nerves taking hold of her, Shepard let out a breathy chuckle. "Next thing you know, you'll be threatening to flay me with-"
"What your father means," Liara cut across curtly, silencing Shepard with a sharp glare of her own. "Is that what you saw last night, was entirely healthy and consensual regardless of how it may have looked."
"Mama," Vari's glare finally left Shepard, moving onto her mother, softening as it did, but retaining its sincerity.
"You don't have to cover for her. Matron Tireya from school explained everything. She said that the war... broke a lot of people and makes them do things to people they say they love. And that sometimes, those people will try to protect the ones who are broken by keeping it a secret. But that-that ends up hurting everyone. And she said with Humans being such a short lived race, they don't have the same emotional control like we do." She gave a small shrug. "You and Dad were right in the middle of the war. If anyone's going to be affected by it, it's you two." Her eyes finally dropped to her lap, voice growing smaller. "I just don't want any of us getting hurt is all."
"Sweetheart," Liara began, reaching a hand across the table, taking Vari's own. "While I admit that what you saw last night was something we did not mean for you to witness, I assure you that neither of us are harmed." Liara frowned slightly as her mind worked over, trying to find any other source of her daughter's obvious discomfort. "Is-is there anything else you've seen that would make you think that?"
"Well," Her voice regained some strength as she shot her father a venomous glare. "Dad's clearly been caught red-handed."
Izzy's head popped up nervously, unwilling to see an argument unfurl between her family but at the same time, sharing some of her sister's concerns.
"She-she's right. I mean, I've seen all seven Baby Blasto Detective Adventures and have the 2197 Annual Filo fax, as well as the Revised Edition Reprint. And Papa's acting like all of the culprits in those stories."
"Yeah," Vari piped up, encouraged by her sister's backing. "If she's all innocent, how come she's acting so guilty?"
"Because," Liara couldn't help the amused grin the crept along her lips as she glanced at her increasingly beetroot Bondmate. "While some Humans look very similar to Asari, there are large differences in biology. For example, for you and I, for Asari, the meld is a very sacred and important part of who we are. To indulge in melds with another is to open ourselves up completely and utterly; the utmost display of intimacy and trust between consenting adults. Humans however, do not possess the ability to meld like we do. Instead, they rely on more physical acts that draw similar parallels with what it means to meld, to display such levels of trust and intimacy." Liara paused for a second as she collected her thoughts and chose her next words carefully.
"Human sexuality and their approach to the subject is... confusing. As such, they tend to avoid conversation around it until children begin the process of growing into adults. Your father is feeling slightly embarrassed about being caught in what she feels is a compromising position and one, that in the culture she grew up in, was very private and personal, as well as one rarely discussed with adolescents."
Shepard stared at her Bondmate momentarily shocked. How Liara had managed to maintain so calm and collected continued to escape the Commander. However she couldn't help but feel as a small pool of sulky defensiveness well within her.
"And from the way you describe it, it's completely fine for Asari kids to walk in on their parents f-" she stopped herself, embarrassment overcoming her senses once more. "-uh, doing... the things... we did?"
Liara glanced over at the Human with a steady gaze.
"No, it is not," She said, speaking slowly as if Shepard herself was one such child. "However, it is something they shall learn eventually and no one has died. It's fine."
"But-But Mama," Izzy spoke, confusion lacing her tones "You said that biting and stuff was bad. That one time I tried to bite Vari, you gave me a time out for a billion years. Why does Papa get to do it?"
Liara's hand crept up to her still tender neck, cheeks blooming in colour at the memory.
"B-Because.. it- I... it's a grown up thing." she finished a little too quickly. Vari eyed her mother warily, before letting the subject drop and moving onto the next.
"So... what was that... thing between Dad's legs then? Not the fur." She added, seeing Izzy's mouth begin to open with an explanation.
Liara froze. Words tumbled around her head, but her mouth was reduced to gawping like a fish as sounds stuttered from her tongue. She glanced at Shepard pleadingly. Recovering herself, the Human managed an innocent shrug.
"Hey, you've got it. It's something they'll learn eventually, right? It's all natural."
"Not for Asari." She hissed in retort. Pleased that her point had been made, what the actual point was, she was unsure, Shepard straightened in her seat once more as the conversation entered more comfortable territory. Growing up as de facto Mother to several curious children on the streets of earth, Shepard had grown used to the talk, or at least, the part that didn't involve explaining the loving gentle undertones to angry, sweaty rutting. Allowing herself a small, self satisfied smirk, Shepard cleared her throat.
"Well," You're Commander Goddamn Shepard. You can do this. Just chill. "In most species, males tend of have slightly different... organs from females and Asari. However, despite certain aesthetic differences, the common consensus amongst literature," Shepard blinked dumbly for a second as Joker's extensive catalogue of literature flitted through her mind. "Is that these organs serve roughly the same purpose. Now, through what some have theorised as 'convergent evolution'-" Her air quotes in full flow, Shepard surveyed the expressions of her children. The sudden turn into biology had dulled Vari's features, thankfully. Izzy, however, being far too like her mother for her own good, was listening rapt. Shepard was only thankful she didn't have a data pad at hand to take notes.
"-that near most all female or female analogous species take some form of pleasure out of... stimulation from said organs, in order to aid with successful reproduction, if not literally, then to mimic and forge the emotional bon-"
"Yeah yeah, 'shining ball of light', 'purest representation of bonded love'. I've had the baby talk before Dad." Vari interrupted, rolling her eyes and sighing. It took her a moment to remember she was supposed to be annoyed at her father. Her brow furrowed as new thoughts formed.
"But that doesn't explain the other stuff that you were doing. And we heard some of the stuff you were saying to each other."
Beside her sister, Izzy nodded, her face awash with a renewed seriousness.
"Some of it sounded really mean."
"And a bit, well," Vari stared down at the counter, scrunching up her nose slightly. "... tawdry."
Shepard barely suppressed a snort as her eyes shot to Liara, who met her gaze with a cool composure, daring her Bondmate to make another noise. Wilting under her glare, Shepard quickly returned her attention to the attentive children, mind desperately searching for words.
"I- well- It's passion. It-Itshowshowdeeplyweloveeachot herand... and... It's a grown up thing." She gave an ineffectual shrug, voice tailing away to a croak. "Grown ups are weird."
Vari gave a soft snort, tipping her head in acquiesce, still unwilling to look her father in the eye. Sighing slightly, Shepard regained her composure, a slight hardness entering her voice as she reached across the table, taking Vari's hand in her own as she began to speak in earnest.
"Look, sweetie. You, your sister and your mother mean everything to me. I would never do anything to hurt you. And I will unleash hell on anyone who would dare to even think about trying to." she gave another small sigh. "I know you might hate me right now but... when you're older, both of you, and you have boyfriends, or girlfriends, or... whatever the other three genders of Hanar are, you'll understand better. But for now, I just need you to trust me. Okay?"
Vari retracted her hand from underneath her fathers and folded her arms, shifting uncomfortably on her stool, cheeks blooming in colour. When she spoke, her voice was a barely audible mumble.
"I'd never hate you Dad."
"And anyway," Izzy whispered conspiratorially, leaning over to her sister, not quite as quietly as she thought. "I think Mama could kick Papa's butt if she really wanted to."
This earned a soft chuckle from the elder child. Shepard relaxed slightly and Liara placed her hand over that of her Bondmates. Finally looking up from the counter, Vari's eyes flicked bashfully between her parents. Receiving gentle smiles, she gave a polite nod, before bumping off of her stool. Taking that as her cue to leave as well, Izzy repeated the movements before following her sister. Just as reached the door way, Shepard called out to her youngest.
"Hey, kiddo, just so you know, even if you've found out how to deactivate Glyph, Mama still has a record of your search history somewhere. We'll be checking it later to make sure you haven't been looking at anything you shouldn't have, okay?"
Izzy spun on her heel.
"Yes, Ma'am!" She shot off an enthusiastic salute before running off. When safely out of ear shot, Shepard crumpled, letting a laboured breath escape her. Beside the Commander, Liara gave an amused chuckle.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" she asked, squeezing the Human's hand. Shepard stared off into the middle distance as she contemplated her answer.
"No. I guess not. I mean, I didn't die of embarrassment. So that's something." A small smile found its way onto her face. "We did good, huh?"
"We did great." Liara grinned, leaning over to peck Shepard on the cheek. Before her actions could develop any further, they were interrupted by the chirping of her Omni-tool. Sighing, Liara pulled away from her Bondmate, frowning as she looked down at the display.
"Why is father calling at this time?"
Feeling blood rushing to her face, Shepard could only let out a whimpering groan as the sound of gravelly cackling filled the air.