One more role reversal story. I got requests for the asari to be a bit more assertive and for some Samara, so both are here. Enjoy.
"By the Goddess, Shepard. What is the matter with you?"
Her bondmate gave Liara a devilish grin as she closed the door to her bedroom behind them. "Hey, I thought you told me I needed to relax and enjoy myself tonight."
"And what about me?", she protested. "How exactly was I supposed to relax when you took every opportunity you could find to do…" She swallowed. "That."
Shepard's hand was on her bare knee, creeping it's way under the hem of the dark purple dress Liara had worn for the party. She felt the familiar stirrings in her lower regions, but she held them back, at least for now.
"Oh, you mean this?", Shepard smirked. "What's wrong with this? You usually seem to enjoy the way I touch you."
"I do. But… ah," she panted as nimble fingers moved steadily upwards, cupping her inner thigh. "We were not exactly alone tonight. Our friends could have seen what you were doing."
"Aw, my poor, shy bondmate," Shepard cooed. Her breath was warm on Liara's cheek while her hand kept teasing the sensitive skin between the asari's legs without actually touching her azure. "Maybe I need to make it up to you somehow."
She put on her most solemn "Shadow Broker" mien, ice covering her voice. "I think you do," she told her lover, "Starting right now."
"And how should I…"
Liara cut her off, pulling Shepard in for a heated kiss that confirmed her lover was just as turned on as she was. Spinning Shepard around so that she faced the wall of the apartment, Liara ran her hands over her sides, caressing her through the fabric of the slinky black dress she wore. Once again, she felt the pull in her lower body, but this time she didn't fight it. Instead, she yanked her dress up over her head and her panties down as she surrendered to the urge to change. Her cock manifested out of her azure and she groaned when its head brushed up against the smooth material that covered Shepard's backside.
"I really did work you up, didn't ?", Shepard laughed, but Liara only responded by bending over and latching her teeth onto the patch of bare skin behind her bondmate's neck that the dress left exposed.
Shepard's mirth turned into a low groan and then a purr when Liara placed a soothing kiss on the flesh she'd bitten. She hiked the dress up far enough to remove her bondmate's black panties while leaving the outer garment on. She could already see a damp patch forming on the underwear and she suspected that she could slide right in if she wanted to.
She didn't though. Not yet. Instead, she ran the tip of her cock over Shepard's opening, enjoying its slick texture against her. "Is this what you wanted?", she asked. "To push me until I bent you over and took you hard."
"You got me," Shepard agreed. "Now, what are you going to do about it?"
"I know what you want me to do." She was careful not to be too loud. The door might be closed, and the music of the party blaring in the background, but the Shadow Broker knew all too well that someone might still be listening. She ran the head up and down her lover's folds, coaxing another moan out of her. "But it might be more fitting for you to wait. After all, you did tease me terribly."
She bent over Shepard, her shaft sliding up and catching her bondmate's clit before coming to rest against her belly. "Did you know you made me change?", Liara whispered into her ear, running her tongue along its ridge. "When we were dancing and you kept sneaking your hands up along my breasts. Do you know how hard it was to make my cock go away when I all I wanted was to bury it in you?"
Shepard's breath hitched at the thought and Liara took advantage of their position to cup a clothed breast in her palm. She stroked the nipple through the fabric, feeling it tent under her touch. "Go ahead and do it," her bondmate told her, a pleading edge in her voice. "I'm yours."
"I know," she replied before standing back up again. The was a pause and then, just before Shepard could say something else, Liara gave her lover what she wanted. With a sudden, sharp stroke, she pushed herself deep inside the wet pussy that had been waiting for her.
Now it was Shepard's turn to have to conceal her reaction and while she muffled a scream of pleasure, Liara gasped at the wet, clinging heat that now surrounded her cock. "Goddess, you were so ready," she purred as she made her first, slow strokes inside of lover. "Ready to take all of me."
She felt Shepard tightening at her words and her cock swelled in response, impossibly becoming even harder. Knowing how much this incredible woman desired her made her crazy.
"Harder," Shepard pleaded, and Liara sped up her thrusts. With each vigorous stroke of her cock, her bondmate's voice grew more ragged, her efforts to keep quiet failing. She pushed back against Liara, her hips meeting every thrust the asari made. The silky pressure of her body was too good for Liara to last long and her fingers dug into the Shepard's buttocks, letting her bury herself even deeper than before.
It felt as if Shepard was trying to pull her climax out of her, but after all her teasing, Liara was determined to keep going a little bit longer. She slowed down, making sure to angle her shaft against the sensitive front wall that was gripping her. "You want to come for me, don't you?", she asked, her hard Shadow Broker's voice now dripping with lust. "Just melt all around my cock."
"I do," Shepard gasped. "I will. Let me show you. Meld with me. Please."
She had no chance of denying Shepard when she sounded like that and Liara let her thoughts reach out to her bondmate. They slid in as easily as her cock had and she savored the desperate need that flowed back to her.
Goddess, I can hardly believe how much you want me.
You know I love this side of you.
Liara knew. Usually, their lovemaking was more tender but sometimes, this kind of animalistic sex could be extremely enjoyable. It didn't always come naturally to her, but Shepard knew just how to overcome her shyness and coax these reactions to the surface.
Her hips pushed against Shepard's ass as she pressed every inch of her cock inside, and her hand reached around her lover's thigh, roughly caressing the head of her erect clit. Come for me, Liara instructed and it wasn't long before Shepard complied. She squeezed even tighter, screaming in ecstasy, and the contractions combined with the shared pleasure overwhelmed what little of Liara's resistance remained. She exhaled sharply as she came, the first bursts of her powerful orgasm spilling inside her lover, and as her shaft kept releasing, she reminded Shepard of her earlier words.
You're mine.
Show me.
She made one final stroke and then forced herself to pull out, taking her slick cock and sliding it up, through her bondmate's folds and across her clit. The blissful pulses kept coming, fresh spurts of her release covering Shepard's sex and her belly, some even landing on her dress. Across the bond, she felt a fresh wave of desire in response to her actions and Shepard's clit throbbed against the underside of her cock. The response only made her come harder, pumping her hips until she had nothing left and her lover's torso was a sticky mess.
She slumped down against Shepard's back while the meld collapsed, forcing her bondmate to use words to say what came next. "That was great, Liara," she panted. "Absolutely great."
"It was what you wanted?" she asked, her own breath coming in gasps as well.
"Mm hmm," Shepard purred. "You?"
She nodded weakly against her bondmate's back. "Definitely."
"Of course," Shepard added, "I can't exactly go back to the party looking like this. Care to join me in my new shower?"
Before Liara could reply, Shepard stood up and shrugged out of her stained dress. She looked positively gorgeous, her pale skin flush, her hair falling loose around her shoulders, and her face covered in a grin that the war had too often taken away. It was sight that made Liara's decision easy. "I think I could manage that," she smiled. Her bondmate grabbed her hand and while she led her towards the shower, Liara added, "And while we're in there, perhaps you can come up with some ways to remind me that I belong to you too."
Samantha Traynor was a little buzzed from the two drinks Garrus had mixed for her but it wasn't the alcohol that was making her skin flush. With her good looks and outgoing personality, satisfying her healthy libido had seldom been a problem for Sam, at least until the Reaper War started. At the most stressful point in her (And, she imagined, most people's lives), she'd crashed headlong into the most dreadful dry spell since high school. The pace of the war hadn't left much time to meet people outside of the ship and while the Normandy was tantalizingly full of attractive women, none of them seemed to be available. Ashley and Vega, Garrus and Tali, EDI and Joker, Ken and Gabby, and of course, Shepard and Liara had all paired off, leaving her as virtually the only member of the crew not getting laid.
She had been determined to fix that tonight and though a number of the guests were certainly attractive, there was one that really interested her: Justicar Samara. The stunningly well- built asari had made her weak in the knees from the moment she'd seen her after the mission to the Ardat-Yakshi monastery, but this was the first chance she'd gotten to interact with her socially.
Thus far, her efforts at flirting had met with a friendly if reserved response but then, Samara had slipped away from the party and Sam's quest to locate her had gotten a little sidetracked. She'd just reached the upper floor of Shepard's almost comically huge new apartment when from behind the master bedroom door, she'd heard the unmistakable sounds of sex.
The commander was in there with Liara and between the moans, the cries, and the slapping of flesh against flesh, there was no mistaking what they were doing. Hence, the flushing. Sam knew she should get out of there, but instead, she'd frozen, listening rapt as the two gorgeous women fucked. Shepard screamed while Liara gasped, and the sounds made her pants feel far too tight. She reached down, though whether to adjust them or to touch herself, she never found out.
Instead, another voice snapped her out of her stupor. "Specialist Traynor, are you looking for someone?
Her head jerked up at Samara's voice, and she pulled her hand behind her back guiltily. Oh, hi," she blurted out as the Justicar walked into view. "I was. You, actually. It's just that.. um…"
"Do not worry," Samara reassured her. "You are not the only one who was distracted. I was just realizing that I should find someplace else to meditate." There was a catch in her voice as she spoke and as Sam looked at the stunning matriarch, she realized why. Against the tight leather of Samara's bodysuit, the outline of an erection was clearly visible.
She must have been starring because Samara blushed under gaze, her light blue skin turning a few shades darker. "This is rather embarrassing," she admitted. "It has been some time since I was unable to control my reactions in this manner."
"Don't worry about it," Sam replied as a sudden boldness seized hold of her. "I'm certainly not."
Samara's eyes widened at her lack of a reaction to the situation. "You are not surprised by this?"
She grinned. "Oh, I'm surprised, but not in a bad way. There are corners of the extranet where asari with your... um… condition, are quite famous."
"Most of my people consider it a curse, not a curiosity."
Her grin didn't waiver. She'd been intrigued when she first heard about the rare asari throwbacks. Some people might have felt differently, but to her, it was like finding a beautiful woman who could grow her own sense-transmitting strap-on. "Why would it be a curse?", she asked. The sensible part of her urged caution, but it was drowned out by other, more pressing thoughts. "In fact, it sounds downright fascinating to me."
Sam could see Samara's pulse quickening at her words but the Justicar wasn't entirely convinced yet. "While I have enjoyed spending time with you tonight, Samantha, we hardly know one another," she pointed out. "And the Code forbids unnecessary attachments."
Her heart sunk in her chest at the refusal but she wasn't ready to give up just yet. Not when she was sure that Samara was as hard-up as she was. "I'm not talking about an attachment," she argued. "Just tonight. I mean, who knows how much more time any of us have left? Let's not spend it alone." She saw Samara's conviction waver, the conflicting emotions evident on her face, and she added, "Come on. I really want this, and I think you do too."
By way of reply, Samara took hold of Sam's chin and tilted it upwards. Her light blue eyes locked on and their intensity made the specialist's head swim while arousal pooled between her legs. She felt as if she was being drawn forward by an invisible, irresistible force, compelled to meet the dark lips in front of her. She whimpered, "Please," and mercifully, Samara agreed.
"Very well," she declared, and before Sam could thank her, her mouth was captured. She moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping Samara's shoulders as she fought to keep her knees from buckling. She might have had her fair share of experience, but none of it was with millennia-old asari Justicars, and the woman could really kiss.
Without a word, Samara pulled her into a spare bedroom not far from where they stood and kicked the door closed behind them while Sam's hands fumbled at her leathers. She knew there had to be some kind of seem she could use to get them off, but it was damnably well hidden.
"How do you…" she started out, but rather than say anything, her new lover just reached behind herself, picking out a zipper and pulling it down.
Samara stepped back and peeled the suit off of her body in a slow, sensual movement, leaving Sam unable to do anything but gawk. The long legs, the perfectly toned stomach, the massive breasts: she'd been with some attractive women before, but no one with a body like that. And of course, between Samara's legs, there was that cock, straining against the material of her partner's navy panties.
"Bloody hell but you're fantastic," she exclaimed. She leapt into Samara's arms and started exploring that incredible body with her hands and mouth, kissing and touching the scaled skin. Blue nipples stiffened against her palms and along her stomach, she felt the heat of Samara's erection through her shirt.
"I need to feel more of your skin," she panted. Normally, she liked taking her time, but desire and frustration had combined to make her impatient.
She started ripping her own clothes off and Samara helped her, opening her shirt so that she could stroke Sam's pert tits. "You are quite pretty yourself," she assured her. Samara's voice was outwardly cool, but there was a deep current of lust beneath it, a desire that was evident in the tense muscles Sam was caressing. "And eager as well."
"It's been a while for me," she confessed. "Longer than usual." She ran a hand up Samara's hip, letting her thumb rest just inches from the swell of her cock. "What about you?"
"It has been… quite some time," Samara agreed, a rare smile appearing on her regal face. "But do not fear. I still remember what to do."
"I bet you do."
Samara lifted her in her arms, carrying her over to the bed and setting her down on her lap. Her hips tilted up, dragging the clothed tip of her cock over Sam's clit, now covered only by the lacy black panties she'd worn in the hopes that she'd get lucky tonight.
She definitely felt lucky, and she arched her back, offering her chest up to Samara. Her lover's mouth closed around one of Sam's stiff nipples, expertly swirling her tongue around the tip while her hand slipped beneath the back of the specialist's panties and rubbed the sensitive skin at the top of her ass crack. She mewled as Samara switched back and forth between the two breasts, shamelessly pushing her hips forward to get more pressure on her sex.
"Quite eager indeed," Samara growled. She pulled off her own panties and from beneath them, her cock sprang forth. Sam gasped. It was long and quite thick, probably more so than any strap-on she'd ever taken before. It also lacked the unpleasant, wrinkly texture she disliked in human penises, the skin entirely smooth, and she wanted to know more.
"Can I?", she asked, reaching out a tentative hand.
"Please do."
She wrapped her hand around the shaft. It pulsed in her hand and the heat sent an answering warmth straight down her spine and into her core. She could imagine it inside of her already, and she ran her hand up and down its length, the thought alone enough to make her clit twitch. Samara groaned at her ministrations, and specialist shifted her body, laying down across Samara's lap so that she could finish being stripped. Even like that, she refused to relinquish her prize, pumping away while her underwear was peeled off.
Samara spread her with two fingers, taking hold of the clit that was already peaking out from beneath its hood and tweaking it. Sam's hips buckled uncontrollably, and the Justicar slid one of those digits inside her. "Just as ready as I'd hoped," she whispered, her voice low and hungry as she finger-fucked Sam. "Already prepared to take me inside you."
"Oh, God," she panted. "I want that. Now." She hadn't had that much foreplay, but she didn't care. She was so turned on that the massive erection in her palm didn't seem intimidating but enticing.
Samara withdrew her hand and lifted Sam up. She was so strong, and it seemed almost effortless the way she guided the specialist down onto her cock. The thick head lined up with her entrance and as it pressed into her, she cried out. The stretch was incredible, slightly painful, but also so delicious that she couldn't remember to keep her voice down. Samara's thumb went back to her clit, each swipe coaxing more wetness out of Sam's desperate pussy, letting that cock slide a little deeper inside of her.
She wasn't sure how long it took before her lover managed to get all the way to the hilt inside her, because by then, she couldn't think straight. She felt so full that she thought she might come just from the stretching, and then Samara started thrusting. Sam's voice collapsed into a series of moans and gasps as she was taken. Her lover kept rubbing her, making sure to take care of her pleasure while the cock inside of her hit damn near every good spot, seemingly all at once.
"Is that what you wanted?", Samara asked, nibbling on Sam's neck as she fucked her.
"Yes," she managed to mumble.
"Do you want to come for me?"
"Please," she begged, "Please make me come."
Samara's other hand cupped her ass, letting her go even deeper. Sam's pussy clenched as her lover drove her into her first climax, spasming around the shaft inside of her while her hands grabbed at Samara's crest, clinging to it for dear life as her pleasure overtook her.
Her lover kept fucking her through her orgasm, and no sooner had her shudders slowed when a fresh pressure hit her. This time it was against her mind. Samara's blue eyes were darkening and Sam believed she knew what was coming. After all, she'd hooked up with an asari exchange student back in college, and she'd experienced the delights of the meld before.
This was different. She thought she'd been frustrated, but the wellspring of repressed lust that she saw inside of Samara was more than the specialist thought she could've stood for a week let alone the long years that her lover had born it.
It's been so long. In the meld, Samara's cool demeanor was gone, replaced by unchained need that made Sam shiver with its intensity. You feel so good wrapped around me. Goddess, I missed that feeling.
She caught a fleeting glimpse of another asari , a beautiful matron with deep purple skin, on her hands and knees, moaning as Samara filled her, but rather than making her jealous, the image just aroused her more. Take me, she sent back. Let go. Fill me.
Yes.
Sam cried out as a final, powerful thrust slammed into her. The Justicar's body tensed and through the meld, Sam felt the cock inside her pulse. She pushed down against it, her inner muscles squeezing as hard as she could while the heat of Samara's climax exploded into her mind. Her own pleasure spiked once more in response, a fresh flood of her release spilling out onto her lover's torso even while spurt after huge spurt of come filled her pussy.
All she could do was clutch Samara's shoulders, riding out their shared climax together and drinking in the relief of pent-up cravings. The Justicar kept coming inside her, longer than Sam would've believed possible and by the time she was finally finished, sticky fluid was dripping out from the place where they were joined, covering her inner thighs and Samara's groin.
Wow, she sent, You really needed that.
As did you, Samantha. In her lover's mind she could still feel the embers of lust burning, the need there too deep to be swiftly sated. Indeed, Samara agreed, I believe we would both enjoy more.
Oh, hell yes, she agreed. Thinking of the memory she had seen earlier, she lifted herself up off of Samara's cock, getting on her hands and knees on the bed. The Justicar's hands gripped her hips and Sam shuddered as she felt the tip of that wonderful cock pressed up once more against her well-fucked entrance. She knew she'd be walking funny tomorrow morning, but after this party, she suspected she wouldn't be the only one.
I really like Traynor, but don't have a specific ship for her, so she ends up in a lot of pairings. Also, if you're enjoying this story, I did a collaboration with Rae D. Magdon you may also like. It's called A Convincing Performance and it's linked off of my profile.