Possession 10/?
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May 14 2013, 16:02:48 UTC
Swallowing to loosen the tight lump in her throat, Liara poured more of the sweet smelling gel into her hands and rubbed them together, creating a decent lather. Then, she froze, staring at Shepard's naked body and trying to figure out where to start. Instead of being impatient, her new owner seemed amused by her indecisiveness. After a few panicked moments, she took pity on Liara and turned around. "Start with my back."
Despite her fear, Liara reached out and ran the soapy palms of her hands across the human's shoulders. She could feel the wet muscles shift beneath her skin, and Liara realized that she had guessed correctly - Shepard was very strong, and if she tried to escape, the human would probably have her pinned in a matter of moments. Feeling like she was in something of a trance, Liara let her hands radiate outward, touching her captor's shoulders and slowly running down the sides of both her arms.
If Liara had been fascinated with Shepard's hair, it was nothing as compared to the way Shepard's skin felt under her hands. It took Liara a moment to realize that it wasn't the skin that was so different - their species seemed comparable in that department - but the definition of muscle that was so interesting.
Shepard had strong, broad shoulders and Liara's fingertips actually seemed to enjoy tracing the curve of musculature under the surface. Liara could see the cut of Shepard's shoulder blades and the strips of muscles on either side of the human's spine that protected that vital feature. It was not hard to imagine that Shepard would be formidable in a fight.
Liara was careful to scrub only up until the curve of Shepard's ass started, hoping that the human would take care of that part herself. Still, Liara hadn't been able to prevent her eyes from drifting lower than she'd given them permission to and she felt a blush stain her cheeks as she noticed that Shepard's back wasn't the only muscular part of the Captain.
When Shepard didn't turn around after Liara was done with her back, having scrubbed it raw in her indecision of where else to wash, Liara dropped to her knees and focused on Shepard's legs. Unfortunately, that brought Liara's eyes to the exact height of Shepard's firm ass, and she felt that damnable blush fire her cheeks once again. Using every ounce of willpower she possessed, Liara lowered her eyes and focused solely on washing Shepard's legs.
Unexpectedly, Shepard turned around, and Liara looked up from her task. She was right at eye level with Shepard's sex, and stared for a moment at the small strip of red hair there. Liara had to consciously draw her hand back, which had begun migrating up to touch that intriguing patch of hair. She told herself that she had only wanted to compare it to the hair on Shepard's head, and that her scientific curiosity was only natural.
"I think you missed a spot," Shepard teased, and Liara was slightly surprised to hear a trace of humor in the Captain's voice. It was a slight variation from the powerful demeanor she had adopted so far, but her commanding aura was still very much present.
Although she had needed to stop herself from touching Shepard before, Liara felt a wave of terror when she thought about doing it on command. She knew she had been purchased as a sex slave, but the idea of touching an alien that she barely knew, a human who apparently had no qualms about buying other people, was frightening. She froze, unable to move.
Obviously noticing the fear on Liara's face, Shepard took some pity on her and reached for one of the washcloths on the wall. She tossed it down into Liara's lap. "Use this. But you had better drop the shy, virginal act soon. I don't have much patience."
Breathing out an audible sigh of relief, Liara poured some more of the lather onto the cloth and brought it between Shepard's legs, unsure exactly how to go about washing her. However, some of the control was taken away from her when the human's hips pushed forward, rubbing deliberately against her hand. Liara held perfectly still, unsure what to do, but she was strangely entranced by the sight of the human's stomach muscles moving above her.
Despite her fear, Liara reached out and ran the soapy palms of her hands across the human's shoulders. She could feel the wet muscles shift beneath her skin, and Liara realized that she had guessed correctly - Shepard was very strong, and if she tried to escape, the human would probably have her pinned in a matter of moments. Feeling like she was in something of a trance, Liara let her hands radiate outward, touching her captor's shoulders and slowly running down the sides of both her arms.
If Liara had been fascinated with Shepard's hair, it was nothing as compared to the way Shepard's skin felt under her hands. It took Liara a moment to realize that it wasn't the skin that was so different - their species seemed comparable in that department - but the definition of muscle that was so interesting.
Shepard had strong, broad shoulders and Liara's fingertips actually seemed to enjoy tracing the curve of musculature under the surface. Liara could see the cut of Shepard's shoulder blades and the strips of muscles on either side of the human's spine that protected that vital feature. It was not hard to imagine that Shepard would be formidable in a fight.
Liara was careful to scrub only up until the curve of Shepard's ass started, hoping that the human would take care of that part herself. Still, Liara hadn't been able to prevent her eyes from drifting lower than she'd given them permission to and she felt a blush stain her cheeks as she noticed that Shepard's back wasn't the only muscular part of the Captain.
When Shepard didn't turn around after Liara was done with her back, having scrubbed it raw in her indecision of where else to wash, Liara dropped to her knees and focused on Shepard's legs. Unfortunately, that brought Liara's eyes to the exact height of Shepard's firm ass, and she felt that damnable blush fire her cheeks once again. Using every ounce of willpower she possessed, Liara lowered her eyes and focused solely on washing Shepard's legs.
Unexpectedly, Shepard turned around, and Liara looked up from her task. She was right at eye level with Shepard's sex, and stared for a moment at the small strip of red hair there. Liara had to consciously draw her hand back, which had begun migrating up to touch that intriguing patch of hair. She told herself that she had only wanted to compare it to the hair on Shepard's head, and that her scientific curiosity was only natural.
"I think you missed a spot," Shepard teased, and Liara was slightly surprised to hear a trace of humor in the Captain's voice. It was a slight variation from the powerful demeanor she had adopted so far, but her commanding aura was still very much present.
Although she had needed to stop herself from touching Shepard before, Liara felt a wave of terror when she thought about doing it on command. She knew she had been purchased as a sex slave, but the idea of touching an alien that she barely knew, a human who apparently had no qualms about buying other people, was frightening. She froze, unable to move.
Obviously noticing the fear on Liara's face, Shepard took some pity on her and reached for one of the washcloths on the wall. She tossed it down into Liara's lap. "Use this. But you had better drop the shy, virginal act soon. I don't have much patience."
Breathing out an audible sigh of relief, Liara poured some more of the lather onto the cloth and brought it between Shepard's legs, unsure exactly how to go about washing her. However, some of the control was taken away from her when the human's hips pushed forward, rubbing deliberately against her hand. Liara held perfectly still, unsure what to do, but she was strangely entranced by the sight of the human's stomach muscles moving above her.
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