Wow! I was really blown away by the response to my little poll, and so I decided to do two stories. The first one is here, featuring the runner-up, Samara. It got really long, but I think it turned out well, so let me know if you liked it too. (Especially if you voted for Samara) Enjoy and look for the next installment, featuring our winner.
"Are you sure you're all right?"
In response to the question, Samara smiled affectionately, placing a friendly hand on Shepard's shoulder. "I am. While I have greatly enjoyed our relationship, I was never under any illusions as to its permanence. Now that the Collectors have been defeated, I have my duty and as for you…" She looked into the commander's green eyes. "We have joined many times and I know what Doctor T'Soni means to you. You should make sure that she knows it as well."
Shepard turned and gave the Justicar one final kiss. "Thank you, Samara," she told her, brushing a hand over the asari's cheek, "I don't know that I would've gotten through this without you." Her words were no exaggeration. Samara had not only relieved the frustration that had clouded her mind but helped her to see that Cerberus' alterations didn't make her unlovable and for that, she would always be grateful to the statuesque beauty.
As the Spectre started up the stairs that led to Liara's office, Samara did her best to ignore the twinge of regret in her breast. Shepard had been a wonderful lover, one of the few and by far the best she had had since the end of her marriage all those centuries ago and the prospect of returning to her lonely life was not the easiest one for the Justicar to contemplate, even if she had always known it was inevitable.
The door to the office slid open and as Commander Shepard looked at Liara T'Soni sitting behind her desk, her heart skipped a beat. The new Shadow Broker was back on Ilium, winding up her remaining affairs before returning to her ship, and for the first time since her resurrection, Shepard could look at her former lover with more desire than trepidation.
"Shepard. This is quite unexpected." The commander could see Liara's face brighten at the sight of her, but there was still trepidation in the brilliant asari's voice. She couldn't blame the archeologist. Every time she had tried to get close to her recently, Shepard had pushed her away, too ashamed of her cock to return Liara's interest.
"Well, you told me you were going to be on Ilium," she explained, trying to convey with her smile that this time would be different. "After the Collector Base, I figured my crew needed a few days of R&R, and this is a good place for it."
"Still, I am somewhat surprised that you came to see me." There was hurt behind those words and Shepard's heart ached to hear it there, especially since she was the cause. "It has felt as if you were avoiding me."
"I know," Shepard admitted to her. "I didn't want to. It was just… It was complicated is all."
Liara's blue eyes focused intently on the commander. "Is it that you've met someone else? I am not a child and if you no longer want to be with me, I think that I deserve to hear you say it to my face."
Shepard swallowed hard. She may have made her peace with her new appendage, but that didn't mean that this was going to be easy to explain. "No, that's not it at all," she protested. "I mean, there was someone, but she's not the problem." She took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. "Let me start at the beginning. When Cerberus brought me back, they made a few changes..."
Riding the elevator up to Liara's residence, Samara wasn't sure what to expect when she got there. The message Shepard had sent her had been short and fairly cryptic, simply telling the Justicar that she and Liara wanted to talk with her, and asking if she would come to the given address that evening.
The address had proven to be an apartment in an expensive building in downtown Nos Astra, and as Samara watched the floors tick by, she wondered what exactly the two of them wanted from her. Certainly, if Shepard had disclosed their relationship to Liara that afternoon, the younger asari might have questions, perhaps even be angry with her, but it was in Shepard's nature to deal with such things herself, not to use someone else to take the blame for her actions.
The doors opened and as the Justicar walked down the hallway, she tried to banish such concerns from her mind. Whatever the truth, she would know it soon enough. She had done what her duty demanded and that was not something to be ashamed of, even if she had also enjoyed herself very much doing it.
Even before she reached the apartment door, it opened and the matriarch was met by a welcoming Commander Shepard. "Samara," she smiled, "We're so glad you could make it." The Spectre's uniform shirt was un-tucked and she seemed far less tense than she had before her meeting with Liara, giving the matriarch a kiss on the cheek as she entered the apartment. It was a display of affection that surprised Samara, especially when she saw Liara sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, but if Shadow Broker disapproved, her face gave no sign of it.
Instead, she greeted Samara with a warm smile, and the Justicar couldn't help but notice how lovely the younger asari looked that night, wearing a blue and white satin dress that hugged her soft curves quite nicely. "Thank you for coming," Liara began. "Shepard and I have been talking and I'm glad that you hadn't left Ilium before I had a chance to speak with you."
"I would hope that your conversation went well," Samara replied cautiously, although judging by the relaxed attitudes of the two women, she would guess that it had.
Shepard sat down on the sofa next to Liara's chair, leaning over to give her a brief kiss while the Shadow Broker answered, "Indeed it did. It's true that at first I was not happy when Shepard told me about your relationship, but once I got past my surprise, I realized that we both owe you a great deal. You took care of her when I was too lost in my feud with the Shadow Broker and my complicated feelings about Shepard's return to notice how much pain she was in."
"And I was just too much of a mess to come clean about my problems," Shepard agreed with a self-deprecating laugh. "You helped me to get past that, to see that I could still be wanted even with what Cerberus did to me. Not to mention that you relieved a boatload of frustration that might have screwed me up when we took on the Collectors."
"It was my honor to have assisted you," Samara told her, joining the commander on the couch. "You did a great deal for me as well, and for the rest of the crew." She permitted herself a small smile. "And certainly, it was no hardship."
"Still," Shepard told her, "I feel like we owe you something for us being alive and together again, and before we go our separate ways, we'd like to thank you."
Liara flashed her a coy smile and Samara began to suspect just what they meant, a suspicion confirmed when the maiden added, "Besides, I could use someone to help show me the workings of Shepard's new anatomy."
Samara looked back and forth between the two women, the dashing commander who had led them to victory over the Collectors and the lovely young asari who had displayed the courage and determination to overthrow the Shadow Broker. "This offer presents me with a dilemma," she told them solemnly, trying not to let her face give away too much information. "On the one hand, agreeing to this proposal would not be in service to the Justicar code as helping Shepard was. On the other, it would not be an obstacle to the fulfillment of my vows either. Therefore, it is up to me to decide what I would like to do."
"And what exactly is your decision?", Shepard asked suggestively, one of her hands stroking Liara's cheek while the other came to rest on Samara's knee. She'd already been incredibly eager to re-consummate her relationship with her beloved archeologist, but when Liara suggested that they do this first, her head had nearly exploded. She'd be the first to admit that she didn't always understand the workings of other species' minds, but in this case, she wasn't going to complain.
"I think," the older asari told them, "That I would have to be very foolish indeed to turn down such an opportunity." She had greatly enjoyed her time with Shepard, but in some ways it was the chance to be with Liara that she was relishing the most. Whatever promises she'd made to herself, the Justicar had always been strongly attracted to other asari and the scientist was a very pretty one indeed.
"Wonderful," Liara replied. "I trust it is not a decision you will regret." Shepard looked over to her, and the asari added, "Why don't you two begin?"
"What about you sweetheart?", Shepard asked. "I don't want to leave you out."
"It is all right." Liara poured herself a drink from a nearby decanter and took a slow slip, letting go of her inhibitions. "I'd like to see you and Samara together first." Indeed, that opportunity was one of the reasons she had suggested this threesome to Shepard. She really was grateful to Samara for having gotten the commander through the last few months but at the same time, the inquisitive scientist couldn't contain her curiosity about their affair. Only by observing it, she thought, would she able to process those feelings, preventing them from being a nagging distraction to her renewed relationship.
It definitely promised to be a most enjoyable study, and as Shepard leaned over and kissed Samara, Liara felt a little thrill run through her. The commander's power had always been one of the things about her that Liara found desirable, and that was a quality that Samara shared, making the sight of the two of them together electric.
Shepard wrapped an arm around Samara, massaging the sensitive folds of her crest with her fingers. It felt a bit odd to do this with Liara watching, but as the Justicar's hands started to run along the curves of her uniform, such thoughts became a lot less prominent in her mind. Deft fingers began unbuttoning her shirt and she helped Samara take it off, shrugging the garment onto the carpeted floor. Underneath it, she had on a lacey black bra, worn in the hopes of a happy reunion with Liara, and the Justicar unhooked it as well, giving her hands full access to the firm breasts and stiff pink nipples beneath.
The commander let out a sharp gasp as Samara bent over, taking a breast in her mouth. Shepard kept stroking Samara's crest as she was pleasured and the Justicar moaned slightly around her nipple. The commander's hands had always been skilled, and she was glad to have one more chance to experience their touch.
As Samara continued suckling on her breast, Shepard's fingers dropped down to the zipper on the matriarch's bodysuit and she peeled it down off of her shoulders, revealing lovely expanses of bare blue skin. The Spectre nudged her lover backwards off of her breast, bending Samara down on the couch so that she could reciprocate her oral affections. Shepard nibbled at Samara's impressive cleavage, and as her lover murmured approvingly, the human felt herself stiffening beneath her pants.
Samara felt the press of Shepard's erection against her body and she pulled the commander to her lips, giving her another passionate kiss as she reached down to remove her trousers and boxers. Liara watched the spectacle with rapt fascination. She knew what to expect from her earlier conversation with Shepard, but actually seeing the lengthy cock Cerberus had shaped between her legs was quite something else. Far from bothering her though, she was excited by the sight. She always enjoyed the things Shepard had introduced her to, and she was looking forward to learning about this one as well.
The Justicar wrapped a blue hand around her shaft, and Shepard let out a sharp exhalation at the pressure. Samara started pumping her, slowly at first, and it took everything Shepard had to keep holding herself up so that her lover could continue. Tilting her head to get a better view, Liara was intrigued. The appendage didn't look that different than the strap-on she and Shepard had used together, but the reactions that it was allowing the matriarch to coax out of her beloved certainly were. The commander's breathing had quickened, her skin becoming flushed as Samara ran her hand up and down the member, and Liara decided she wanted to do more than just watch.
The Spectre was too distracted to notice until she felt Liara's lips press up against the small of her back. Warm hands wrapped around her body, and even while Samara kept stroking her erection, Liara started to massage her breasts. As the archeologist's fingers found her nipples, Shepard gritted her teeth, the combination of the physical pleasure she was receiving combined with the shear thrill of the two amazing asari sharing her body almost enough to make her come on the spot.
Still, her time with Samara had taught her to last at least a little longer, and with a supreme effort, she turned around, temporarily interrupting the Justicar's care of her erection to kiss Liara. It was pure heat the way Liara's lips crushed against hers and even as they refused to break the embrace, the Shadow Broker reached downwards, her hand replacing Samara's on the swollen rod.
It was hot in her hand, and the way that it pulsed made her feel almost as if it had a life of its own. Her thumb ran over the head and the pad came away wet, covered with the clear, sticky fluid that coated the slit. Shepard's mouth opened in a wordless sigh, and watching her react, Liara was filled with a sudden, possessive desire to assert her claim to this new appendage, to show her commander that she could take care of her needs.
Turning Shepard around so that she was sitting down on the couch between the two asari, Liara dropped to her knees and lowered her head, inhaling the scent of the Spectre. It was muskier than before, but not unappealing and her small blue tongue slid out from between her lips, running experimentally over the tip of the cock, scooping up the salty taste gathered there as she sucked on the hot flesh.
"Jesus," Shepard mumbled as Liara began letting her deeper into her mouth, taken aback by the force of the asari's desire, "Is everything all right?"
The Shadow Broker stopped what was she was doing just long enough to answer, "It is. Just let me do this for you."
Liara resumed sucking on Shepard's cockhead and Samara decided to let her take the lead with the commander, sensing her need to reassert her relationship with the woman she loved. Instead, she turned her attention to the maiden, peeling off the remains of her own bodysuit and underwear before joining the younger asari on the floor. Affectionately, she planted a kiss on the back of her crest, and Shadow Broker murmured happily around Shepard's cock.
Reassured that her touch was welcome, Samara unfastened Liara's dress, sliding it open far enough that her hands could roam underneath. She'd missed the smooth, scaled texture of another asari's skin, and even as Liara continued giving her first blow job, the Justicar let herself enjoy the exploration, her practiced touch both soothing and inflaming the growing need in the archeologist.
Watching Samara caressing her beloved even as Liara kept up her oral attentions, Shepard could feel herself close to breaking. The sight and feeling were just too good and as her breath became sharp, the Justicar turned to Liara. "May I?", she asked, wanting her permission before she joined in.
Liara felt a small pang of jealousy at the idea of sharing, but she realized that she shouldn't be selfish. One of the reasons for tonight was to thank Samara for her help, and it wouldn't do to make her feel unwelcome. She nodded, her head bobbing up and down on Shepard's dick, and the older asari leaned over, running her own tongue along the base.
The addition of sensation was too much. It only took a few more seconds of the two asari's ministrations before Shepard's resistance collapsed. Her hands caressed the crests of her lovers as she let go, her hips bucking upwards as the first spurts of her come poured into Liara's wet mouth.
As she felt Shepard release, Samara wrapped her hand around the base of her cock, stroking it as she coaxed more and more pulses out of her lover. Liara swallowed as best she could, relishing the salty taste of Shepard's come, but she was unprepared for the shear volume and after a few more shots, she had to pull off in order to swallow the thick fluid that now filled her mouth. The commander kept coming though, the next spurts flying out to paint streaks on Liara's cheek and coating Samara's lips even as the older asari bent down to take the Shadow Broker's place. The Justicar kept stroking her member slowly, eagerly swallowing up the remainder of her lover's immense climax until at last Shepard went slack, the Spectre's erection starting to flag in her mouth.
Shepard slumped back down onto the couch, momentarily spent, and Samara pulled off of her dick, turning to kiss Liara on the lips for the first time. She could still taste the commander there, but Samara was more interested in the delightful flavor of the maiden's mouth and as their tongues wrestled, she could tell that her attraction was reciprocated.
Liara went to take off the rest of her dress, and while she did, Samara took the opportunity to lick the trails of Shepard's release off of her cheek, swallowing the salty fluid before kissing her way down the lovely blue skin that was being revealed to her.
The carpeted floor was quite soft and as Samara made her way lower, Liara lay down on it, letting the older asari have better access to her body. Feeling Shepard come for her had definitely heightened her desire, and now she was more than happy to let the Justicar do something about it, warm lips playing over her breasts and abdomen even as deft hands pulled off her panties. That delightful mouth moved on to her thighs and as it closed in on her azure, she heard the husky sound of Shepard's voice coming from the couch.
"God, you two," the Spectre gasped, "Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?" Already, she could feel her cock stiffening again, and as Samara's tongue flitted down to taste Liara's sweetness, Shepard couldn't wait to include herself again. Joining her two favorite asari on the carpet, she bent down to give Liara a long kiss, her calloused hands cupping the Shadow Broker's soft breasts as she began to be eaten out.
With Samara's blue lips wrapped around her clit and Shepard's full pair moving down to her nipples, Liara was in heaven. The frantic need she had felt earlier was replaced with the bliss of being the center of some incredibly skillful attention, and tangling her hands in her commander's red hair, she just let go and enjoyed it. The two other women were determined not to let her down, each taking marvelous care of the parts of her body they had access to, and it wasn't long before she felt the familiar but long-absent tension in her body, the pleasure only a lover could give her building towards a peak. One hand pressed against Samara's crest, urging her mouth onward, and when the Justicar suckled her clit harder, Liara started coming undone. She cried out, and as her thighs clenched around the matriarch's head, Shepard's lips returned to hers, catching her cries of pleasure in her eager mouth.
Even as Liara's chest heaved with deep sighs of relief though, Samara didn't stop, her mouth licking around the Shadow Broker's azure, gathering up every drop of her delicious release. The maiden tasted so fine and it was a flavor she had missed for far too long. Her fingers probed inside Liara, trying to coax forth more of it, and before pleasure overtook the younger asari once again, she turned to her commander. "Shepard," she gasped in-between her building moans, "I think our guest needs more attention."
"I can help with that." Shepard kissed the Shadow Broker's nose as she got back up and the naked Spectre maneuvered behind Samara, grasping her hips and coaxing them upwards. The Justicar got on her knees, bending down so she could keeping licking Liara's azure while making it possible for Shepard to take her as well. The outside of Samara's sex was glistening with her arousal, and as the commander ran her hands over the matriarch's firm buttocks, she rubbed the tip of her fully re-erect member against the opening. Samara pushed back against her cock, eager for the penetration, and the commander slid inside, impressed by how easily the wet channel accepted her thrust.
As Shepard filled her, Samara gasped, moaning around Liara's clit. Being sandwiched between the two other women was absolutely amazing. The delicious taste of Liara on her tongue combined with the Spectre's powerful strokes were pushing her rapidly towards the climax she'd delayed in order to pleasure her friends, but there was something else she wanted before she lost control.
Her fingers probed deeper inside Liara, and with a skill built over centuries, she stroked the clenching inner walls, building her lover's heat once more. The archeologist was sensitized from her first climax, but Samara didn't try to make her come again, instead drawing out her pleasure until at last she got what she craved. On one particular deep stroke, she felt the younger asari's mind starting to press against her own and she purred happily around the maiden's clit. It was one of the things she had missed most over the centuries, the intoxicating sensation of a lover's mind reaching out to her own, filled with desire they wanted to share. After what had happened with her daughters, she had tried to forget that feeling, limiting what few sexual encounters her duty had allowed her to other species, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at experiencing it once more.
Between her legs, Liara could see Samara looking up at her hungrily, the darkness in the matriarch's eyes now mirroring her own, and the older asari's mind opened up before her. The rush of sensation was overwhelming. Not only did she feel Samara's desire for her azure, but also the echo of Shepard's powerful thrusts inside the Justicar, and all she could do was plead, "More," across the bond.
"Of course, my beautiful maiden," Samara sent back to her, her own need spiking to new heights. The addition of Liara's pleasure, of feeling her own mouth on the archeologist's swollen clit was nearly too much, and as Shepard kept pushing into her, only her extensive experience enabled her to keep up her rhythm.
From the increasingly powerful contractions around her cock, Shepard could tell that Samara was close to the edge, but she didn't want to join her. She needed to save something for Liara, and so she focused on the Justicar's pleasure, reaching around with one hand to rub her lover's clit while she fucked her. Samara's hips bucked against her touch, and it was only a few short strokes later that she felt the asari tense around her.
The added stimulation of Shepard's hand on her clit was too much. The powerful climax that Samara had been building towards erupted out of her, and as soon as it did, the explosion leapt across the joining to Liara. The younger asari's thighs tightened around her head, pressing on her as she drank in her release even while Samara's own fluids dripped down her thighs and drenched Shepard's groin. The intensity of their shared pleasure, of Liara sending her bliss while drinking in Samara's own prolonged the matriarch's orgasm, deepening it so much that she barely noticed when the Spectre withdrew from her azure.
Pulling out before the tightening around her shaft made her spill prematurely inside Samara, Shepard moved to join her lovers. The older asari had crawled up into Liara's arms and one of her hands stroked the archeologist's crest affectionately as she panted, "Thank you. I had not realized how badly I was craving that until tonight."
"It's not as if I didn't enjoy it as well," Liara replied with a satisfied smile, giving the other asari a kiss that brought with it a taste of her own sweetness.
"I hope you're not done yet, though," Shepard told Liara, her voice dripping sex. The Spectre was standing in front of them, her cock as hard as steel and glistening with Samara's release. "Because I think we still have a little more catching up to do."
"Mm, I definitely agree," Liara purred. She had enjoyed sharing the sensation of Shepard penetrating Samara, and now she was eager for it to be her turn.
"Go on," Samara mumbled, still coming down from her own massive orgasm and happy to give the lovers some time together.
The commander sat back down on the couch and Liara followed, climbing into her lap. Shepard's hands ran over the asari's scaled skin, the Spectre taking a moment to reacquaint herself with its curves. For a long time, she had despaired of ever seeing the archeologist like this again and the reality was better than any memory. Her mouth went to Liara's gorgeous breasts, licking and sucking them even as her lover began to grind her azure against the slick hardness of her shaft.
Given how sensitive she was after fucking Samara, the friction was enough to coax out a little spurt of fluid that streaked along Liara's belly and the commander's voice chocked as she asked, "Are you ready?"
Through her arousal, the archeologist managed a nod of approval, and Shepard lifted her up, aiming her throbbing cock at the asari's opening. Liara had been loosened up by Samara's fingers, but even still, the fit was wonderfully tight, and Shepard groaned as she entered her beloved, her cock pulsing inside the asari as she fought not to blow her load immediately.
Liara let out a sharp gasp as she was filled. There was something visceral about the connection, and after all the time she had spent apart from Shepard, it gave her an intense feeling of wholeness to be joined with her like this. The human started moving inside her, careful not to go too fast at first, and Liara covered her face with kisses. She was more grateful than she could express to have Shepard back and as the commander's strong hands caressed her curves, she began reaching out with her mind, wanting to share everything with her beloved.
Shepard's thoughts relaxed to let her in, and the feeling was more wonderful than the Shadow Broker had remembered. Burning lust of the kind she had felt with Samara was definitely there, but it was joined with the incredibly powerful love shared between the two of them. Through everything that had happened to her, Shepard had never stopped missing Liara or wanting to be with her, a now-fulfilled longing that made the asari's heart soar even as she reciprocated the feeling.
Watching as Liara enthusiastically rode the commander, Samara went to join her friends on the couch once more. Her hands wandered over their slick skin, not wanting to disrupt their connection but instead just adding her own contribution to what was clearly an intense mingled pleasure. Even as she kept fucking Liara, Shepard responded to the Justicar's presence, running one hand over her body while the other continued caressing the younger asari.
Across the bond, Liara caught a strain of concern for Samara, the commander not wanting to exclude her, and without words, the Shadow Broker responded. Her slim blue hand dipped between the Justicar's thighs and as the matriarch spread them for her, Liara started to caress her azure. Even while she began fingering Samara, the archeologist reached out with her thoughts as well, inviting the other woman to join them in the meld. The older asari was surprised but pleased by the invitation and within moments, she was swept away, submerged into the powerful bonds of love, desire and affection that the couple shared.
Shepard hadn't expected what happened until she saw the intention in her lover's mind, but nor did she mind in the slightest as the feeling of Liara's hand in the Justicar's sex was added to her list of pleasures. The combination of Liara's tight wetness gripping her shaft with each thrust, the stimulation of the two asari's azures, and more hands stroking and petting than she could even keep track of overwhelmed her, and with a primal growl of pleasure, the commander thrust upwards, going as deep as she could into her lover while she came.
The feeling of Shepard stiffening inside her along with the powerful joy flowing out of her mind hit Liara next and as her commander's thick fluid filled her azure, she clenched down around the shaft, the Shadow Broker's whole body shaking as one of the most powerful climaxes she had ever felt overtook her.
Samara came last, her physical stimulation less intense, but as the massive waves of desire surged out of her partners, she too was overwhelmed. Her hips ground greedily against Liara's hand, her body trying to get as much of the maiden's fingers inside her as she could while her mind went white with the ecstasy that flowed freely between the three lovers.
It took several minutes before any of them felt up to speaking, the women instead just enjoying the pleasant unwinding of the mental bonds between them and the lingering sensations of their lovemaking. It was Liara who at last broke the silence, the younger asari turning to Samara even as her face remained buried in Shepard's sweaty chest. "I trust we've demonstrated there are no hard feelings," she purred, a sort of sleepy sexiness filling her voice.
"Well, perhaps there was one," the matriarch joked, her contentment bringing out a rare lighter side of her personality even as her hand caressed the place where Shepard's shaft remained buried inside of Liara.
"After this, I think I may be limited to soft feelings for a little while," Shepard informed them, the Spectre feeling as if every ounce of come had been ejected from her body. "I didn't even know that was possible, that double meld at the end."
"It is," Samara told her, "Though it requires at least two of the participants to be asari in order to maintain the additional connection. In truth, it is a pleasure I never thought to experience again, and I must thank you for proving me wrong."
"You are most welcome," Liara told her, and the warm smile on her lovely face was a sign that the Shadow Broker meant what she said. Not only had she had thoroughly enjoyed exploring and sharing in Shepard's connection with the Justicar, but their meld had left her with no doubt that the commander's heart belonged to her and her alone.