— CODEX
Asari Culture Post Contact/New Reputation
Slang
Azure-Slave A derogatory term for a captured asari who feels the urge to mind-meld with her slavers.
CHAPTER 2
Once, Liara led a peaceful life, free from trauma and violence. She spent years studying the Protheans, dedicating her attention to uncovering the past; analyzing artifacts, searching on her hands and knees for some tool or relic from a forgotten time. She immersed herself in and burned away many solitary days and nights with as many scientific studies and tomes on the Protheans' lost history as she could find.
In a way, she became an archaeologist to rebel against her mother. It wasn't that Benezia saw her as worthless, her mother claimed it was the opposite. Liara was never doing enough because she was just so special, Benezia's precious "Little Wing." Destined for greatness, destined to help the asari step into their power. So, she'd turned away from politics, the military, her people, and looked backwards... into the past.
"What a beautiful, intelligent daughter I have. And such a shame that her brilliant mind is wasted on rocks and rot." Her mother said that with a smile, so long ago.
And Liara, as always, had taken it very personally. If you asked Benezia, she would claim such things were only said for Liara's benefit. Benezia's form of love was dragging others up to her level, even if they didn't want it. A trusted advisor to many other matrons, a self-proclaimed enlightened asari, Matriarch Benezia knew what was best for her people, for her sisters, and especially for her daughter.
That was why Liara had tried so desperately to get away from her, in every way. She wanted to forget the indignity of not being what her mother wanted, not ever being enough, a "thing" in the older being's eyes.
All of that emotional strife was rendered pointless now. Whether they liked it or not, the fall of Thessia, and the "netting" of fleeing asari as their own formidable record-keeping was used against them, bound Benezia and Liara together. Now, they were both things. What either of them had once been - a maiden archaeologist, a powerful matriarch with dangerous, political, galactic ambition... were gone.
They were but a mother and daughter now, lost in the callow depths of slavery as the rest of their people were.
Liara's past as a free asari felt unreal, ephemeral, as if a dream. As did her former disputes with her mother. Now, she would do anything to stay with the person she'd once resented and wanted to escape... and reverse that, Benezia had no choice but to cast aside all ambition, accept Liara as she was... and become a vessel of affection, healing.
Of course, Liara had to share her mother's light just as she had in her youth. Everyone needed her. Needed someone, some older sort to look up to. They did not care about the details of Benezia's fall from power, they did not care what humans had done to put her - a respected figure and elite in their society - in the collar that was also around them, former civilians, mercenaries, soldiers, shopkeepers. Now they were all just part of the "batch", the vast web of forgotten asari drifting through space on thousands of planets, ships, doing whatever it took to stay alive.
So, Liara didn't mind stepping back, losing herself in her thoughts, or trying to make friends. Sahena had been her friend. Sahena hadn't needed Benezia, so when the rest of the asari amassed in their cell around the fallen matron, the pair went elsewhere, and talked quietly about what had once been, who they used to be, Benezia's voice a soft hymn in the background, a familiar one.
Benezia was silent now, her eyes shut. She refused to watch. The matron was breathing slowly, softly. It broke Liara's heart, seeing her like that. But, she had felt the same when Benezia had presented herself to Saren.
How was this any different?
Captain Shepard waited, expression completely blank aside from her eerie smile. Big blue eyes wide with terror, Liara felt trapped by Shepard's blood-moon. They were in complete contrast with each other. While Liara was naked and bound, the biotic warrior stood across from her in her light, compact armor, arms on display; she was a full head taller than the imprisoned alien, her tattooed, bronze skin glowing in the dim red light of the cargo bay. The pirate, standing with her shoulders high and pushed forward, had her legs spread, and even in her dense pants the bulge of her human sex was visible: an immense, swollen tent…!
A shiver tore through Liara, and she made a whimper-sound she never had before. An entirely new sound from her own throat. She stared in shock at that stiff protrusion which, combined with the pair of eyes ruthlessly probing her naked, exposed frame, and the gel so vigorously applied to her slick sex, seemed to beckon to her.
Noticing Liara's semi-paralyzed state and hungry stare, the human spread her thighs, reaching one hand down to palm her aching burden. She trapped the dense fabric of her pants, shifted, emphasized just how big and hard she was, chuckling low in her throat.
Liara's azure, as if in response, throbbed fiercely. Never before had she felt so empty, so eager to feel someone's weight on top of her. The amount of people in the cargo bay cast a heat into the air, making everyone slick with a thin layer of perspiration. Sweat only made the bronze Shepard more enticing. Liara couldn't keep her eyes off the pirate's hand, it was going up and down the thick, hard length of something she didn't want to desire, but needed. Needed to feel inside her. What would it look like once she'd pulled it out, once Shepard was naked with her too.
The Shepard ran her knuckles along Liara's cheek. "You like it, huh? You want to feel it in you; want me to fill that aching void. You're a little whore." Shepard's hand dropped, and she suddenly teased the stiff bud of Liara's azure. The blue maiden's eyes shot wide, and she shoved her crotch forward, desperate for more of the human's hot, calloused hand. It felt so, so good - was that the start of fingertips against her entrance?
It was. The Shepard teased a few inches in, drew an arm around the asari's waist, and pulled her closer. Spreading the blue alien's thighs, she curled the pair of digits within the hot, slick prison of Liara's pussy and slowly thrust while rubbing her thumb against Liara's swollen apex.
'F-feels so good. She's being so gentle….'
Liara's eyes grew half-lidded, and she leaned into Shepard's touch. This human should've terrified her, and in so many ways she did. She'd just killed Liara's friend, all to teach Liara and the entire group of asari a lesson; Shepard had said it herself, that she preferred when there was one to make an example of, and Liara was to be made an example of too.
It should've been black and white, but the "OT" applied so vigorously to her sex made it difficult to focus on anything but the empty sensation within her body, made it near impossible to keep her chin held high and fight back her desperate, terrified thoughts. Those fingers…! They were going to ruin her. Everytime they thrust inside she wanted to curl up into a ball, wanted to throw herself into this murderous pirate's muscular, tattooed arms and forget everything, bathe in pleasure. Shepard terrified her, and yet, she wanted to please, wanted to earn favor, wanted to earn protection.
It was an entirely new experience for her.
Liara wasn't exactly "innocent"." Like most asari, she'd done a few things with slavers over the years for the sake of survival, but Benezia had always found a way to save her from anything extreme. Usually, Benezia stole their attention from her, playing up her matron status. It was she who committed most of the carnal acts, anything to keep her daughter as safe as possible. Sure, a few slavers had forced Liara to use her hands on their bodies a few times, or her mouth, and a few times she'd had her ass or chest groped but- but she'd still never done IT.
Still never...
Her azure pulsed, wetness seeping down. Her thighs were hot and soaked with her slick. She squirmed. Liara's head was a chaotic, hungry mess. It was no wonder that the leaders of her people fell prey to this drug.
Liara licked lips gone dry with terrified, reluctant excitement. The ointment tingled strongly, made her legs bow, thighs drawn toward each other to soothe the festering heat as if by magnets. She wanted to reach down and spread herself, begging for more than fingers.
And the Shepard's offer hung in the air, and seemed to linger there, filling everybody in the slave line with a deep despair - it showed on all their faces, and they looked worriedly at Liara. When she turned to face them, to run her eyes along their faces, they turned their own gazes to their feet. Their expressions said it all, that they wanted to be spared the torture that was sexual humiliation; they all wanted peace, and rest.
The humans weren't so shy with their stares.
One of them, a woman with even more tattoos than Shepard, glowered at Liara. She was beautiful, though very thin, cheeks slightly sunken in. "You're taking an awfully long time for such an obvious decision, Blue. Shep's got a short fuse sometimes, you should stop being so fucking stupid and make a damn choice." It was barked so harshly, not so much with hatred, but more a neutral disdain. With her completely shaved head, and deep cocoa eyes, the human grinned wide. "But then again, I do appreciate when they don't do the right thing. So much for all that asari honor and sisterhood."
Liara flinched.
The pale-clad woman, Miranda, who had provided Shepard with the OT in the first place, gave the shaved-head woman an odd glance. A hate-filled one. "Don't interfere with this, Jack. This is about Shepard, not you."
"And you're talking now, Ice Queen. How is that any different?"
"Shut up," Shepard barked at both of them, her shark grin fading a little, eyes seeming to darken. "You can talk your heads off all you want… later. But for now all of you- human, asari, shut your mouths. Except for you, Liara."
An easy silence fell into place. She had that kind of commanding, steady voice which was hard to question. Her ruby orbs flickered to Liara again, expression a cold void, the only emotions in those burning eyes. "Time's up. Make a decision. Now."
The bald human, "Jack", was right; the moral decision was obvious. An asari like Liara would never let others suffer if she could stop it, it wasn't her nature… even if she was terrified about what that meant. She squeezed her eyes shut, and shuddering, whispered her reply.
"I-I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. If you'll really leave them alone…."
"As if the real reason isn't the way she's dripping down her thighs," Jack muttered under her breath, and scattered human laughter pierced Liara. She blushed deeply, wished she could hide her loins away, bury herself beneath the steel plates under her feet, or drift off into space. Then, Shepard's hand touched her face, guiding their gazes together. That strong, calloused hand! Liara sobbed, bit back tears, as she was assaulted with a ridiculous urge. She wanted to nuzzle into those warm fingers. They chased away the other humans, gripping strongly, flesh so burning hot.
"Ignore them. Now say it again. Like you mean it this time. Don't be frightened. All you have to do… is obey me, and there will be no reason to be afraid."
"You're a terrifying human… I've heard what they say about you. How you-"
"Stop. I don't care about anything said outside this ship unless it directly impacts the safety of my crew, the ship, or myself. Rumors mean nothing to me. Least of all the ones in your silly blue head. You don't know who I am. All you think you know about me - forget it. I am your human owner, that is all you should care about. Worshiping my body, doing whatever the hell I tell you to, that's going to be your life now. Now.. say it again, like you want it."
"Like I want it…? But I…." Liara cut herself off, squeezed her eyes shut - those crimson firestorms Shepard called eyes were threatening to burn her up.
"It's simple. Focus on your azure. Focus on…." The human slowly, almost lovingly, dragged her fingers out of Liara's wet slit, traveling upward and smearing the orange cream along the hard, stiff protrusion above her entrance. Liara's eyes rolled back, and the poor asari started to shudder violently, knees going weak, but of course, the human propped her back up straight. "That's it. Focus on how good it feels. On me. Now say it. Say you'll obey me, be mine. After that, you can sit on my cock. I'll make your insides less lonely."
It was as if she was struck by lightning - her entire body seemed to come ablaze from those words. She wanted to… her eyes danced down to that stiff tent again. Liara T'Soni was going to spread herself on that, and lose her first time…?
She gasped when her head pulsated almost painfully, growing teary when she recognized the sensation. Meld-urge. Those red eyes really were ruining her, the fingers strumming her sex. Liara could barely get a word out. Her speech was broken, hitched, "I'll do whatever– whatever you want I-I promise, please just… please…!"
"Please what?"
Shepard's hand abandoned the stiff protrusion above her entrance, drifting back down to press inside her azure again.
"Please play with your pussy? Please stuff you with my cock? Please…?"
"Please don't hurt anyone else," Liara whispered, "please… Please let me be yours."
Shepard's eyes widened, and for a moment, she froze. She just held Liara, as if a statue forgotten in time, and then she seemed to come back into herself. Violently, she shoved her fingers inside Liara again, deeper this time - sinking in until her knuckles were swallowed.
It hurt, but Liara bit back all protest. Instead, she trembled, spread herself, and tried to be good.
"God, you fucking slut," Shepard growled, eyes blazing infernos; she kept pistoning her fingers in and out, and in return Liara bucked toward her hand, biting her bottom lip and trying not to moan. "Looking at me like that… so pathetic. Like a dog staring up at its owner."
Liara had nothing to say to that.
"Heh. Are you gonna be my bitch, Liara? I'd like that. I like your fuckable lips, those big blue eyes. That delicious body. Please me, and I'll consider keeping your whole batch intact, and find a place on my ship for all you pathetic blue-skinned cunts. Maybe I'll even let some of them go after a while."
At that, an anxious murmur spread across the line of slaves. Freedom? Nothing could make one's heart race quite like the sound of it. So many gazes were now locked on Liara, full of hope. Blushing deeply, the speckled asari swallowed her saliva, struggling to find the words to respond.
It was a good thing the Shepard didn't seem to want her to. The human rubbed her fingertips along Liara's inner walls, spreading them. Tight as can be, it was quite difficult to achieve.
"Such a tight fuckhole," Shepard said with a ring of approval, grunting softly. "You'd almost think someone hasn't claimed this place yet."
Liara bit her tongue. What would happen if she admitted, here and now, that she'd never had her azure pierced by anything but her own fingers? The crowd of humans terrified her, they were like carnivores circling in on their prey. A few stroked themselves, most just watched, others almost seemed disinterested - merely there to stand by the Shepard, possibly.
"That flushed look on your face and throat is quite fetching… you really are a prize." Shep's white teeth flashed, "I'm going to enjoy leaving my marks all over you."
Liara imagined Shepard's mouth grazing her flesh, teeth sinking in as if fangs. At once, a confused excitement hit her.
"Your pussy tightened up when I mentioned marking you. Do you like the thought of it? My dick pounding into, claiming this filthy, lecherous hole while I make you bleed for me, leave my bites all over this impure flesh of yours?" As she spoke, she shoved her fingers in deep, earning a sharp gasp. Liara's back curled, her knees went weak, and she nearly fell as those evil fingers found places within her she didn't know existed.
She hated the slick noises that kept ringing out, and yet they made her ache more fiercely than ever. She couldn't believe her own orifice was making those sounds, that she was soaking wet like this.
"Well? Answer me properly now. Want me to mount you like the whore you are and sink my teeth in you? Want to be my bitch? Don't lie." Her voice lowered now. "I saw that flicker of black, you fucking azure-slave. I know what you really want."
Bitch. Cunt. Whore. Azure-slave. Human-coined terms, the last of which was used in the most demeaning of ways, and yet- yet Liara's sex throbbed when Shepard said them. She had this husky purr when she spoke, it made everything sound more terrifying… and enticing.
"Y-yes… oh yes! I want to be," she tried to utter it, failed, and then tried again. Staring into that scarred sunken face, she couldn't manage to say what her mind was screaming, her body was screaming. So, she turned her face away, and desperate to prove herself, she dropped to her hands and knees.
An odd silence seemed to flood her surroundings. A few asari inhaled sharply, shocked at her display of submission. She wondered if her mother was amongst the horrified onlookers, or if her eyes were shut now.
"I'll be your- your whore, your bitch…."
"You will be?"
She realized what Shepard wanted.
"I-I am."
A smile of approval. Disgusting, yet it made her heart warm.
The pirate put her hands on her hips, stared down at the kneeling asari. "There's no going back. Are you sure you don't want me to continue down the line? I'm not going to go easy on you just because of your naive intentions."
"Shepard please… I want to be yours. I-I want to… I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want. I-I want to do whatever you want…."
"I-I…." Liara swallowed hard. The world seemed to fade, become far away, a wave of dizziness hit her. The only anchors were those brilliant ruby eyes. "Please… I want your cock in me."
"It's been a very long time since I've heard proper begging." Unblinking, Shepard smirked. "Gladly." She suddenly reached out, and grabbed Liara by the collar, dragging the kneeling asari close. "Take my cock out," the human ordered, wetting her lips.
Liara was so anxious her hands were shaking. She couldn't get the thick, clinging fabric off easily, not on the first or second pass. The Shepard made an impatient sound, and as Liara fumbled around the third time she practically snarled.
"Are you trying to piss me off you stupid blue slut? Your azure is driving you crazy, perhaps you're having performance anxiety, but I don't care about any of that. I gave you an order and you're fucking it up. Take my goddamn cock out or I'll choke you on it when I take it out myself."
Suddenly, Liara's hands remembered the routine of handling delicate relics of the past. She found the zipper, and dragged it down. Without waiting to be told to do so she reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Shepard's pants. She tugged them down, along with the pirate's undergarment-
And that- that was when her entire world changed.
That was when she saw it.
"Oh Goddess," Liara whispered, trembling. She'd never looked so closely at any human genitalia before. It was fascinating. The scientist within her wondered what made it so stiff. As she recalled, with asari it was a rush of blood southward that created the swelling, it was no doubt the same with humans. Was this big, stiff thing engorged with blood? When she reached out to touch it she found that, despite seeming stiff, the shaft and heavy balls under it were rather soft in her hands. She played with both with an almost childlike wonder, easing one hand up and down the Shepard's naked shaft, her other palming the heavy sack beneath it.
Human anatomy was so odd. The azure was an organ as diverse as the asari which had them, that was to say from the outside - to those who didn't know of them - they all looked rather the same, but that wasn't the case. Every asari's sensitivity was different, and the tinglebud above their azure, that swollen bundle of flesh the color of a dark blueberry, was not always like Liara's, rather small. They came in different sizes, shapes, and when aroused, the tinglebud came to life, swelling to about the size of a human male's thumb. It could be used for penetration with some effort, and when in a mind-meld the sensation of two asari's "clits" rubbing together caused intense satisfaction.
But an asari never got THIS big down there.
"Fuck, that look on your face, the way you're playing with me… tch. I can't believe you really like this. Don't just use your hands."
Shepard's eyes drifted to Liara's pale purple lips.
"Use your mouth."
"Y-yes Shepard."
"Good girl, Liara."
Why- why did hearing that feel so good? More human words. Girl didn't mean anything to Liara, not really, it was a young human female. Yet it excited her to be referred to as that, just like it excited her when Shepard said every nasty human word.
'Cunt. Whore. Bitch. Good girl.'
She throbbed.
Liara leaned close to Shep's naked cock, inhaled deeply, and for a moment the world swirled around her. That strong, sweaty scent - she dangled her tongue out. Aside from slight perspiration, Shepard's cock, her balls, tasted clean, a tad bit salty. Liara was pleasantly surprised; such a gruff looking woman she expected far worse from, but it not only tasted well-washed, the dense field of curls above her cock were thick but short, giving the appearance of a trail of fiery-red fur. The young asari lowered her head and began to explore the immense length with her full, moist lips. Shepard's fingers flexed against the back of her neck, her fingernails digging into the skin there, as Liara traced her mouth back and forth along a particularly prominent vein, before traveling up and poking her tongue along and around the weeping rim of her cockhead.
"Play with the tip too, already got lots of precum for you to suck down," Shepard ordered, then she inhaled sharply as the blue alien smooched the dripping cock again and again, in different places, tip to sack. Every kiss was disturbingly gentle, as were the slow, hungry strokes of her tongue.
She gathered up the pale fluid she found on the adorable, swollen head, showed it to Shepard on her tongue, and looked straight into those stormy crimson eyes as she swallowed it. She was doing exactly as asked, just as Shepard ordered her to, but the human almost seemed like she wanted to complain.
"God help me. You're beautiful," Shepard whispered, so quiet no one else could hear, and Liara felt a rush of satisfaction.
She knew what Shepard had expected, what any other asari would've done in her place: a quick, sloppy, desperate blowjob. But even with the ointment simmering between her thighs, Liara resisted the urge to be overly eager, as her mother had been with Saren - instead, she took her time. She made a show of her lips, of the way she suckled softly as if on the side of a succulent fruit. She licked the pale cream seeping out, let it spread across her mouth like lipstick, and then went all the way to the base of the pirate's dick.
"F-Fuck, you're-m-mmm!" Shepard groaned, speech failing, and one of the other humans cackled as Liara began to suckle on her balls, tasting the salty flesh there, rolling her tongue along whatever skin she could find. It was so odd, the way this part of Shep felt against her tongue, so soft and vulnerable. And it earned her such a reaction! The crimson-haired pirate's eyes were half-lidded, her hands kept twitching on Liara's scalp.
"Yes Liara, good fucking girl," Shepard gasped in approval. Liara kept noisily suckling, soaking Shepard's testes in a thin layer of saliva.
"Ball sucking without even being ordered to," Jack whistled. "Blue must like you Shepard. It's making me kind of jealous."
The words fell on deaf ears. Shepard and Liara were in their own world.
Shepard's muscles strained as she shifted in place, sharply inhaling to force back the orgasm.
Liara went back up to take the head of the pirate's dick against her purple lips. She sucked noisily on the tip, lashed it with her tongue, then slowly, steadily began to take it inside.
Immediately, it was a struggle. It wasn't just the size… It was her inexperience. She tried to take all of it, and realized she couldn't. So, she started slow, bobbing her head back and forth on the first quarter of the eight inch organ, never letting her tongue rest. Once she was glistening with spit, Liara pushed forward, and took another few inches. The salty, stiff member twitched within her mouth, leaking all over the back of her tongue and throat. Then, after the fourth inch, Liara began to choke.
"That's it," Shepard groaned, "choke on my dick, slut. Up and down, don't stop just because you're struggling."
Shepard's hands became like iron on Liara's head. She gripped the stiff blue flesh there, and sunk even deeper, beginning to slowly thrust. Liara gagged, once, twice-
The Shepard spread her thighs slightly apart, and jabbed at the back of Liara's throat steadily. "Breathe out your damn nose," the pirate chastised her, and Liara immediately complied. She exhaled out her nostrils, then inhaled, and as she sucked that precious breath in Shepard thrust violently, dick stabbing into the back of her throat. Liara gasped, choked again, oral muscles straining around the immense, broad length slowly pushing into it.
"Spread your lips wider. That's it. Mmm. Take me nice and deep! You're a great cock-puller Liara. That mouth~" Shepard plunged in and out. It hurt. Her throat strained desperately around Shepard, and that only served to please the human even more. Twitching and pulsing, this stiff organ seemed about ready to blow. It was leaking so much messy fluids….
"Mmnn," Liara mumbled around her cock, cheeks sucked in, hollowed. It made her look so slutty, using her lips and face muscles in such a way, but she didn't care. She just wanted to prove herself. Whatever that meant now, after all she'd just done, all the feelings tsunami'ing through her, her entire world no longer made sense. "M-MMM!"
The vibrations from her cries did Shepard in. She saw it, felt it, when the biotic warrior went over the edge. Her eyes locked onto Liara, and her face, lips twisted up with rage, as if Liara was her enemy. Then, she tucked her fingers underneath the back of Liara's head, stroking her neck as she pistoned away, thick, hard shaft carving its path, rapidly pounding in and out, leaking thick, hot streams of semen.
Human genetic fluid was extremely different from azure juice. It was thick, almost creamy, and it smelled rather odd. It was even a little clumpy, and the way she could gather it up in strings with her tongue made her stomach turn... and at the same time, she wanted it.
Wanted it somewhere lower, her other mouth. She noisily drank every drop of cum Shepard deposited in her, not needing to be ordered to do so. Shepard watched every second of it, and her sounds of appreciation grew louder as the minutes trickled by.
Finally, the rush of pale moisture ceased.
Panting, Shepard dragged herself away, and Liara was allowed to properly breathe. She coughed and sputtered, but didn't complain. Instead, she licked her lips and gathered up the remainder of semen there, tasting as much of it as she could. She wasn't sure why she did that, didn't want to know why, but Shepard liked it.
Liked it a lot.
The next words Shepard spoke destroyed all her precious self-control, the tiny fragments of it left. She whispered those nuclear, life-destroying words.
"Only a little while longer. When we make it to my room... you're gonna drain my cock while you meld with me, slut."