Asari Nights: Book 2 (FemShep/Liara + a bunch of other hot ladies)
anonymous
November 21 2013, 21:20:24 UTC
Since the last thread was getting long, and this story is split into large chunks anyway, I present to you all: Asari Nights: Book 2. The first part is here: masseffectkink.livejournal.com/7415.html?thread=35843063#t35843063
Forgive me for re-posting the warnings from the last part.
Warnings:
- This story has tons and tons of group sex, and portrays open relationships. Many of the characters have exclusive romantic connections, but they are physical with other people to varying degrees outside of that. Each couple kind of has their own rules.
- There is NOT any nonconsensual sex in this story. However, it does portray a romanticized, nonrealistic version of sex slavery (as in, all the slaves are happy, well taken care of, and WANT to be there). Take it for what it is - fantasy material.
- This story makes very frequent, almost constant use of realistic, magical ejaculating strap-ons. It gets messy. This is what happens when you put two lesbians who like hot butches and comeshots together and have them collaborate on porn. The language is also rather... coarse. As in, come is used as a noun a lot. *blush*
- There are elements of BDSM included, especially D/s and degradation/humiliation.
- Although it doesn't come up right away, Shepard actually identifies as genderqueer, and her fluid gender identity and reasons for (almost) always using the cock are explained later in the story as she and Liara become closer.
- This story is long as fuck. It also has a reeeally cheesy title. If you still want to read it, have fun!
Asari Nights: Book Two 1/?
anonymous
November 21 2013, 21:24:35 UTC
. . . Asari Nights: Book Two several months after the events of Asari Nights... . . .
“So, Shepard, how has your morning been?” Miranda asked, even though she could already see the answer to her question written all over Shepard’s face.
The Sultana slumped down in her chair, folding her arms over her chest and turning in the seat so that she could prop her legs up on one of the armrests. “Lousy,” she groaned, tilting her head back and staring up at the ceiling. And it was true. So far, her day had been spent in tedious preparations, selecting food, decorations, entertainment, and - most importantly - alcohol for the guests she would be hosting. Over the next several days, nobles from all the surrounding kingdoms would begin to arrive, and the palace was currently in chaos preparing for them.
“They won’t be staying more than a week,” Miranda said, stepping closer to Shepard and squeezing the Sultana’s shoulder. Shepard did not allow just anyone to touch her, and she allowed even fewer people to offer her comfort, but the two of them had a bond of trust, and the Sultana did not try to move Miranda’s hand away. Instead, she looked at Miranda and sighed.
“A week is forever. Oh well. At least they’ve gotten used to most of my… eccentricities… by now.”
Miranda smiled. “You know, I think many women find your eccentricities, as you call them, very attractive.” Her eyes flicked automatically between Shepard’s legs. “But, yes, the noblemen from Earth have gotten used to the parts of you that present as male. Sliding between genders like you do might confuse them, but they still respect you, out of fear if nothing else. Normandy is becoming a powerful kingdom. They won’t do anything to try and cross you.”
“Not cross me, maybe… but it won’t stop them from trying to marry off their daughters to me,” Shepard muttered, her expression still sullen. “They’d try their sons, too, if they thought it would work.”
Miranda laughed. “And I’m sure several of them would jump at the chance. The women certainly do. You have no idea how many offers of marriage I have to field for you when I’m going through your correspondences.”
For the first time, a small smile pulled at Shepard’s lips. “What would I do without you, Miri?”
“Your desk would collapse under all the letters. And you wouldn’t have anyone to order you a new one.” Miranda pulled her hand away, satisfied that Shepard had cheered up a little. “At least you have the feast to look forward to. There’s always plenty of entertainment to be found there.”
Normally, the thought of getting to sample some of the beautiful ladies in attendance would have made Shepard happy, but now, it only filled her with a sick sort of dread. She knew that most of them would have designs on her, and honestly, her harem was more than enough to satisfy her sexual needs… especially her newest addition. Although she occasionally tried to give Liara a break, Shepard had stopped trying to fight her intense desire to be with the innocent maiden over the past several months. Everyone in the palace knew that the Sultana had a new favorite, and Liara spent more of her nights in Shepard’s chambers than with the rest of the harem. Shepard still summoned other girls to service her frequently, switching between them at random, but she always found herself returning to Liara anyway, although she didn’t know why.
As her thoughts turned towards the young maiden she had enjoyed so much over the past few months, Shepard had to lift her hips and adjust the growing bulge between her legs. When she had first purchased Liara, the fact that her little one affected her so much with so little effort had disturbed her, but now Shepard just indulged in it. She was always ready to take Liara, and her horrible day immediately seemed brighter as she thought about how every minute that passed had her one minute closer to being buried inside the tight, velvety confines of her pet’s welcoming pussy.
Asari Nights: Book Two 2/?
anonymous
November 21 2013, 21:30:50 UTC
Miranda cleared her throat politely, and laughed at Shepard’s half startled, half annoyed expression. “You can fuck Liara when we’re through here, but we still have some things to go over.” It did not take someone nearly as smart as Miranda to know what the Sultana was thinking about, or even who the Sultana was thinking about. Gossip around the palace had only spread the longer Shepard seemed to favor the young asari. No one could remember another girl who had held the Sultana’s interest for so long.
Shepard raised an irritated red eyebrow in Miranda’s direction, but knew it wouldn’t prevent her advisor from saying whatever was on her mind. One of the things Shepard enjoyed about Miranda was her candor. And the multitalented spy had certainly earned the right to do and say nearly anything she wanted since it was her information that had kept Normandy peaceful and safe for so long.
“What else do you need from me?” Shepard asked. She was not usually so involved in planning the feasts that went on in her palace, but this was different, because she was expected to find a wife among the many nobles who would be in attendance. If Shepard could just shake the feeling that everything would be changing for the worse soon, she might actually have enjoyed the planning a little bit more.
Miranda laughed at the petulance that Shepard couldn’t quite banish from her words, but quickly moved on before the Sultana’s mood soured anymore. “I’m not here to force you into anymore decisions on the feast,” she said. “I’m here to go over your most promising choices for a new bride, along with the benefits and weaknesses of those choices.” She knew that the last thing Shepard wanted to discuss was her possible future wife, but they really did not have a choice.
“I’ve gotten all your dossiers,” Shepard said, waving her hand almost contemptuously at the neatest stack of papers and scrolls on the large work table in the corner of the room. She had taken a preliminary peek through them just because she knew it was her duty, but had quickly soured of the work and put it off for another day when she wasn’t already so grumpy or negative, busying herself with some of Ashley’s new fortification plans and Jack’s recommendations for her army’s training regimen instead, work that was far more to her liking.
“Yes,” Miranda said, casting a glance over at the table and noting how the pile looked nearly exactly as she had left it two days ago, “I can see that. But I’m here now, and I can give you the quick, easy, simple version of who your best options are without forcing you to read through much of the tedium that’s in those reports.” Miranda was always thorough when compiling information, so there was probably more than necessary in every one of those dossiers, but she liked to do her job to the best of her ability.
“Oh, fine,” Shepard huffed, although she was only annoyed at her situation, not at Miranda. “Summarize the enemies for me.”
“Not all of them are enemies,” Miranda insisted, walking over the table to pick up the stack of dossiers she had compiled. She began flipping through the pages, occasionally pausing to select one and pull it out of the pile. “Here’s an interesting one: Nassana Dantius - a powerful, wealthy asari noble. She’s a businesswoman, with lots of investments outside of Thessia. Don’t pick her. She has too many dangerous, illegal underground connections.”
“Then why are you telling me about her?” Shepard asked.
Miranda rolled her eyes. “Because you need to know the players in this game if you’re going to select someone suitable.” She continued scanning the dossiers. “Oh, here’s another one. Gianna Parasini, human. Her family is relatively new nobility. She’s also done some spywork for Earth, but she probably won’t be a threat to you or Normandy. Her interest might even be legitimate. Perhaps she wants to leave the profession.”
Shepard shook her head. “Uh-uh. People never leave that profession for good. You should know that, Miranda.”
Asari Nights: Book Two 3/?
anonymous
November 21 2013, 21:33:21 UTC
“I suppose you’re right,” Miranda sighed. “Oh, here’s one. An asari by the name of Shiala, Matriarch Benezia’s protégé.”
“Matriarch Benezia?” Shepard repeated. “Now, that name definitely sounds familiar.”
“As it should. She’s one of the most powerful matriarchs in all of Thessia. Honestly, I’m surprised her daughter isn’t on this list,” Miranda said, pausing as she flipped through the papers. “She’s about the right age… I’m afraid I don’t remember her name.” Finally, she shrugged and gave up. “If you are looking for a political connection with Thessia, Shiala might be a good option for you.”
“I’ll keep an eye out,” Shepard said reluctantly. “Who else?”
“Diana Allers. Nobility from Earth. There isn’t much to know about her other than the fact that her father is very, very rich, and she happens to be a horrible gossip.”
Shepard blinked. “How do you find out all this stuff, anyway?”
“Some of it is personal experience. I’ve met Diana before. It wasn’t exactly stimulating conversation, but if you can tolerate her…”
“We’ll see,” Shepard said, leaning back further in her chair.
Miranda returned her attention to the documents. “You know,” she said casually, “if you really don’t want to deal with all of this, you could always extend an offer of marriage to Urdnot Bakara. An alliance with Tuchanka would certainly give the nobles on Earth and Thessia pause.”
“Oh, stop being a smartass,” Shepard muttered, rolling her eyes. “If you don’t start taking this seriously, I’ll tell Wrex and Bakara what you said when they arrive for the party.”
Miranda set the stack of papers down and placed one hand on her hip. “Shepard, you are the one who needs to start taking this seriously. You’ve put this off for far too long already. The other Kingdoms are getting restless.”
Shepard sighed and sat up straight in her chair. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I guess I just don’t want things to change here. And if I make the wrong choice, I’ll just piss everyone else off.”
“You’re going to piss someone off either way, Shepard,” Miranda said, not letting the Sultana hide behind such a flimsy excuse. “They all want to make a strong alliance with you, and only one of them will be getting their wish. You can handle it. You’ve done very well so far.”
“Yeah, I’ve done so well that they’ve finally cornered me into making a decision I had absolutely no desire to ever make,” Shepard grumbled unhappily.
Miranda just rolled her eyes and continued on like Shepard hadn’t even spoken. “There’s one more person who might be of interest to you. Maya Brooks is a human from Earth that I haven’t been able to find a lot of information on, but she’s definitely interested in becoming your queen. She’s part of the new nobility and seems to have even higher aspirations than what she’s achieved so far. Honestly, I like the stories of her ambition.”
Shepard quickly filed away all of the information that Miranda had given her to recall when she met all of her eligible suitors at the party. But she did have one more important question for her opinionated advisor. “Who would you suggest I make such an alliance with?” Miranda was the person she most trusted with this answer, because she was well versed in the political maneuvering between the kingdoms.
Miranda gave it some thought before answering, even though she already knew what her choice would be. “Everyone knows that you fancy asari, and in this case, I actually think it would be smart for you to stick with that preference. An alliance with Thessia would benefit you the most. Choosing an asari would also allow you to produce an actual biological heir, which would please the people of Normandy the most.” Miranda paused for a moment as she watched Shepard process the information. “I don’t know who you’ll be most attracted to, but choosing Shiala looks to have the best outcome if you’re indifferent.”
Asari Nights: Book Two 4/?
anonymous
November 21 2013, 21:36:12 UTC
“Thank you, Miranda,” Shepard said, truly meaning it even though she wasn’t happy with her current situation. It certainly wasn’t her advisor’s fault. She’d done it to herself the day she had accepted the position of Sultana, and Shepard knew she would do it again if she had to go back, even knowing this situation was inevitable.
Before Miranda could reply, the throne room doors opened and Shepard looked over at them in surprise and annoyance, not really surprised when she saw Sha’ira sauntering through and Ashley following close behind her, voice raised as she tried to get the harem madam to leave without touching her. Shepard felt a smile curl over her lips as Ashley nearly jumped back every time Sha’ira almost contacted her. As physical and aggressive as her Captain of the Guards usually was, Ashley was easily cowed by the seductive ways of Sha’ira. Shepard wondered when her friend was finally going to give in to both her own needs and Sha’ira’s obvious desire, because they both obviously needed a good fuck.
When Sha’ira came to a stop in front of Shepard’s throne, Ashley stopped in exasperation and stood at attention. “I’m sorry, Sultana,” the Captain said in a clipped tone, stopping herself from saluting at the last second. “I told her you were in a meeting, but she insisted on barging in.”
“Well, you wouldn’t play with me,” Sha’ira said with a playful little pout that barely hid her smile. “It’s boring standing out there until Shepard has some free time when you’re being so frigid.”
“Oh, God,” Shepard said, trying hard to suppress her laughter only because she could already see the flush creeping up her friend’s neck as Ashley tried to remain stoic. “When are you just going to fuck her and be done with it?” she asked Sha’ira exasperatedly. As fun as it was to watch their weird little never-ending mating dance, Shepard was afraid that one day it would go too far and one of them would make the wrong step, ruining it for the both of them.
“All she has to do is say the word,” Sha’ira said with a practiced purr as she pressed herself against Ashley’s side, making sure her breasts rubbed against the Captain’s exposed arms.
Unfortunately, Ashley seemed to have lost her powers of speech. She shivered slightly, but otherwise, she didn’t move, unable to make herself pull away from the warmth of Sha’ira’s body, but unwilling to respond to it, either. Instead, she stayed frozen, trying her best not to look too conflicted.
Shepard sighed, shifting in her chair to better face Ashley. “I thought I told you to take care of this problem weeks ago, Williams. If you don’t pick a girl yourself, I’ll pick one for you.”
“That really isn’t necessary, Sultana,” Sha’ira said. “I’m more than willing to provide Captain Williams with any services she requires.” Ashley glanced from Sha’ira to Shepard, and then glanced helplessly at Miranda, hoping that she would step in and end her misery.
Miranda just shook her head. “Don’t look at me! This is your problem, Captain Williams. I’m not stupid enough to fuck you when someone else clearly has designs on you instead.”
Ashley blushed. Miranda knew perfectly well that she hadn’t been asking for sex - just mercy, and perhaps a rescue. But since she obviously wasn’t going to get it, she sighed and side-stepped away from a disappointed-looking Sha’ira. She saluted and fell back to the door of Shepard’s study, assuming a stiff military stance and hoping that the others would ignore her and go about their business.
Sha’ira watched her go for a moment before turning her attention back to Shepard. She held out her hand, in which she was holding a small scroll. “A report on your harem, Sultana.” She stole a sideways glance at Miranda. “I hope I am not interrupting anything important.”
“I was nearly finished anyway,” Miranda said cooly, folding her arms across her chest. “Your timing wasn’t intrusive.”
“Good.” Sha’ira stepped forward to hand the scroll to Shepard. “This should help you match up your slaves with appropriate partners at the feast. I know you like to take their preferences into account whenever possible.”
Asari Nights: Book Two 5/?
anonymous
November 21 2013, 21:39:14 UTC
Shepard gave Sha’ira a thankful nod and untied the scroll, scanning the list briefly. She was already familiar with much of the information listed on it, but it was good to have a reference anyway. Besides, this updated version included the new slaves that she had just purchased. A sudden thought struck her, and she read through the scroll a second time, looking for one name in particular. She never found it.
“I’m afraid you’ve missed one,” Shepard said, although she could already guess why, and was secretly pleased that Sha’ira could read her so easily.
Sha’ira only smiled at her. “No, your Majesty,” she murmured, giving Shepard a subtle bow. “I haven’t,” she said as she backed away from the Sultana.
“Very well. I’ll study this before the feast. I hope everyone knows by now to go to you for recommendations, but just in case I get any questions…” Normally, it was Sha’ira’s job to act as matchmaker and mediator between the harem and Shepard’s guests. She was incredibly talented at selecting appropriate partners for everyone, and also at defusing any conflicts that arose.
“You have more important things to worry about than the entertainment, Sultana,” Sha’ira said, sharing a brief glance with Miranda. “I’m sure the nobles in attendance will require your attention for most of the evening. Please, leave it to me.”
Before Sha’ira could leave the room, Shepard stopped her retreat. “Have Liara sent to me,” the Sultana said, the order in her tone soft but unquestionable. Shepard’s confident power came from knowing that she would be obeyed. She didn’t rule her subjects by fear, instead choosing strength, fairness, and conviction to be her legacy, and she was rewarded for those traits by the people around her actually wanting to serve her.
“Of course, Sultana,” Sha’ira said with another bow. When she straightened, Sha’ira had a wide smile on her face. There was just something about the way Shepard was with Liara that made the matchmaker inside of Sha’ira go crazy. She always liked to see her girls eventually paired up with someone who would compliment them for the rest of their lives, but this was the first time that Sha’ira thought one of them had a real chance with the Sultana. It was unfortunate that Liara could never be anything more serious than Shepard’s consort, since the Sultana would need to marry someone of political standing.
“Really, Shepard?” Miranda sighed frustratedly when the door closed behind Sha’ira’s retreating form. “Can’t you stop thinking with your cock for just a few minutes?” She looked pointedly between Shepard’s legs, her eyes widening slightly when she noticed the impressive bulge there.
“What?” Shepard said a bit defensively. “You said you were almost finished and it’ll take her a few minutes to get here.” Shepard honestly thought she deserved a little reward for making it through today so far without punching someone in the face, and her little one was just the prize she was looking forward to. “Besides, no one’s ever complained about me thinking with my cock before,” Shepard drawled. “I certainly don’t recall you ever asking me to stop,” she said, her voice reaching a lower register than usual that had Miranda’s skin vibrating with awareness.
Miranda’s throat seemed suddenly dry as she watched Shepard slowly palm the shaft in her pants, gently massaging it and making it grow. It had been a while since she’d enjoyed the Sultana’s company, and it had been even longer since she’d done it without Jack present. Miranda latched onto her thoughts about Jack like a lifeline, using them to pull herself out of the sexual haze that threatened to consume her. “Stop that!” she snapped, wishing her tone was little more convincing. “You know I don’t play without Jack anymore.” Miranda also knew that Jack wouldn’t hold it against her if she indulged in the Sultana’s particular brand of pleasure now, while she was out in the field, but she would still feel a little guilty.
Shepard laughed and moved her hand from her cock to the arm of her chair. “Don’t worry, Miranda,” she said. “I ordered Jack back for the feast, so you’ll be able to jump your lover’s bones in a couple of days. And mine, if you like. I’m sure you can hold out until then."
Asari Nights: Book Two 6/?
anonymous
November 21 2013, 21:41:09 UTC
Miranda’s eyes lit up at the news that Jack was going to be back for the party. She usually only got to see her lover sporadically when they were rarely at the palace at the same time, or when she was out gathering intelligence and took the time to visit Jack’s post if she was in the area. “Thank you,” Miranda said quietly, suspecting that Shepard had only order Jack to attend for her sake.
“If you really want to thank me, tell me that we’re done for the day and I can focus my attention on other, more pleasurable, things,” Shepard said. “I promise to read through the rest of the dossiers before the nobles start arriving and come to you with any questions I might have. All right?”
Miranda gave Shepard a quick bow, still smiling at the thought of seeing her lover again soon. “Of course, Sultana. If you have need of me -”
Shepard grinned. “I’ll send for you. But I have a feeling I won’t need you for at least a couple of hours.” Briefly, the Sultana toyed with the idea of inviting Miranda to say for a little while, but part of her wasn’t ready to share her slave yet. Soon, she would need to consider the best way to introduce Liara to sex with other people, but for now, Shepard was happy to keep the maiden all to herself.
Once Miranda had left the room, Shepard leaned back further in her chair, trying to decide what she wanted to do to Liara once Sha’ira brought her in. It had been two days - what felt like an eternity - since Shepard had last found the time to summon her in between the busy preparations. Spending a few hours with Liara would be a welcome relief from the stress of readying the palace for her guests. Everything needed to go off without a hitch if she wanted to maintain diplomatic relations with her neighbors.
Before her thoughts could veer too far into unpleasant territory, Shepard heard the door to her study open again. Sha’ira stepped inside, with Liara following close at her heels. Her head was bowed, although she was quick to steal a peek at Shepard lounging in her chair. “I am sorry for the delay, Sultana,” Sha’ira said. “I had some difficulty finding your slave. It seems she was involved in a game of kepesh yakshi in the garden.”
Shepard was slightly surprised, but now that Liara was here, she was suddenly less impatient. “Thank you, Sha’ira,” she said, waving a hand towards the door. “You are dismissed. And I wish you good luck with Captain Williams. She could definitely use a few hours alone with you to help ease some of her tension.”
Sha’ira sighed slightly before backing out through the door and shutting it behind her, leaving Shepard and Liara alone. “So, kepesh yakshi?” Shepard purred, giving Liara a quick up-and-down as the asari hurried to remove her shift. She was pleased to see that her slave was smiling, and although she still blushed whenever she had to appear naked before Shepard, she no longer seemed afraid of the prospect, either. She had grown used to it over the past few months. “Not chess, this time?”
“I wanted a chance to win, Mistress,” Liara said, letting her shift fall to the floor and folding her hands behind her back, presenting herself for Shepard’s inspection. “I am afraid changing games didn’t help.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Shepard said, pushing herself up and out of the chair in front of her desk. “No one ever beats Samantha. But right now, I’m in need of your attention.” She was pleased when she noticed Liara shiver at her words. “Come here. I want to touch you.”
Re: Asari Nights: Book Two 6/?
anonymous
November 22 2013, 06:21:44 UTC
Sheepishly: Shaira!anon here. Tentatively excited for what you guys have in store for us at the party. Also, really loving the dynamic between Ashley and Sha'ira. If sultry looks could make sparks fly, the entire palace would aflame.
Re: Asari Nights: Book Two 6/?
anonymous
November 22 2013, 07:45:33 UTC
Sheepishly: Shaira!anon here. Tentatively excited for what you guys have planned for the party. Also, really loving the dynamic between Ashley and Sha'ira. If sultry looks could spark, the entire palace would be aflame.
Forgive me for re-posting the warnings from the last part.
Warnings:
- This story has tons and tons of group sex, and portrays open relationships. Many of the characters have exclusive romantic connections, but they are physical with other people to varying degrees outside of that. Each couple kind of has their own rules.
- There is NOT any nonconsensual sex in this story. However, it does portray a romanticized, nonrealistic version of sex slavery (as in, all the slaves are happy, well taken care of, and WANT to be there). Take it for what it is - fantasy material.
- This story makes very frequent, almost constant use of realistic, magical ejaculating strap-ons. It gets messy. This is what happens when you put two lesbians who like hot butches and comeshots together and have them collaborate on porn. The language is also rather... coarse. As in, come is used as a noun a lot. *blush*
- There are elements of BDSM included, especially D/s and degradation/humiliation.
- Although it doesn't come up right away, Shepard actually identifies as genderqueer, and her fluid gender identity and reasons for (almost) always using the cock are explained later in the story as she and Liara become closer.
- This story is long as fuck. It also has a reeeally cheesy title. If you still want to read it, have fun!
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. . .
Asari Nights: Book Two
several months after the events of Asari Nights...
. . .
“So, Shepard, how has your morning been?” Miranda asked, even though she could already see the answer to her question written all over Shepard’s face.
The Sultana slumped down in her chair, folding her arms over her chest and turning in the seat so that she could prop her legs up on one of the armrests. “Lousy,” she groaned, tilting her head back and staring up at the ceiling. And it was true. So far, her day had been spent in tedious preparations, selecting food, decorations, entertainment, and - most importantly - alcohol for the guests she would be hosting. Over the next several days, nobles from all the surrounding kingdoms would begin to arrive, and the palace was currently in chaos preparing for them.
“They won’t be staying more than a week,” Miranda said, stepping closer to Shepard and squeezing the Sultana’s shoulder. Shepard did not allow just anyone to touch her, and she allowed even fewer people to offer her comfort, but the two of them had a bond of trust, and the Sultana did not try to move Miranda’s hand away. Instead, she looked at Miranda and sighed.
“A week is forever. Oh well. At least they’ve gotten used to most of my… eccentricities… by now.”
Miranda smiled. “You know, I think many women find your eccentricities, as you call them, very attractive.” Her eyes flicked automatically between Shepard’s legs. “But, yes, the noblemen from Earth have gotten used to the parts of you that present as male. Sliding between genders like you do might confuse them, but they still respect you, out of fear if nothing else. Normandy is becoming a powerful kingdom. They won’t do anything to try and cross you.”
“Not cross me, maybe… but it won’t stop them from trying to marry off their daughters to me,” Shepard muttered, her expression still sullen. “They’d try their sons, too, if they thought it would work.”
Miranda laughed. “And I’m sure several of them would jump at the chance. The women certainly do. You have no idea how many offers of marriage I have to field for you when I’m going through your correspondences.”
For the first time, a small smile pulled at Shepard’s lips. “What would I do without you, Miri?”
“Your desk would collapse under all the letters. And you wouldn’t have anyone to order you a new one.” Miranda pulled her hand away, satisfied that Shepard had cheered up a little. “At least you have the feast to look forward to. There’s always plenty of entertainment to be found there.”
Normally, the thought of getting to sample some of the beautiful ladies in attendance would have made Shepard happy, but now, it only filled her with a sick sort of dread. She knew that most of them would have designs on her, and honestly, her harem was more than enough to satisfy her sexual needs… especially her newest addition. Although she occasionally tried to give Liara a break, Shepard had stopped trying to fight her intense desire to be with the innocent maiden over the past several months. Everyone in the palace knew that the Sultana had a new favorite, and Liara spent more of her nights in Shepard’s chambers than with the rest of the harem. Shepard still summoned other girls to service her frequently, switching between them at random, but she always found herself returning to Liara anyway, although she didn’t know why.
As her thoughts turned towards the young maiden she had enjoyed so much over the past few months, Shepard had to lift her hips and adjust the growing bulge between her legs. When she had first purchased Liara, the fact that her little one affected her so much with so little effort had disturbed her, but now Shepard just indulged in it. She was always ready to take Liara, and her horrible day immediately seemed brighter as she thought about how every minute that passed had her one minute closer to being buried inside the tight, velvety confines of her pet’s welcoming pussy.
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Shepard raised an irritated red eyebrow in Miranda’s direction, but knew it wouldn’t prevent her advisor from saying whatever was on her mind. One of the things Shepard enjoyed about Miranda was her candor. And the multitalented spy had certainly earned the right to do and say nearly anything she wanted since it was her information that had kept Normandy peaceful and safe for so long.
“What else do you need from me?” Shepard asked. She was not usually so involved in planning the feasts that went on in her palace, but this was different, because she was expected to find a wife among the many nobles who would be in attendance. If Shepard could just shake the feeling that everything would be changing for the worse soon, she might actually have enjoyed the planning a little bit more.
Miranda laughed at the petulance that Shepard couldn’t quite banish from her words, but quickly moved on before the Sultana’s mood soured anymore. “I’m not here to force you into anymore decisions on the feast,” she said. “I’m here to go over your most promising choices for a new bride, along with the benefits and weaknesses of those choices.” She knew that the last thing Shepard wanted to discuss was her possible future wife, but they really did not have a choice.
“I’ve gotten all your dossiers,” Shepard said, waving her hand almost contemptuously at the neatest stack of papers and scrolls on the large work table in the corner of the room. She had taken a preliminary peek through them just because she knew it was her duty, but had quickly soured of the work and put it off for another day when she wasn’t already so grumpy or negative, busying herself with some of Ashley’s new fortification plans and Jack’s recommendations for her army’s training regimen instead, work that was far more to her liking.
“Yes,” Miranda said, casting a glance over at the table and noting how the pile looked nearly exactly as she had left it two days ago, “I can see that. But I’m here now, and I can give you the quick, easy, simple version of who your best options are without forcing you to read through much of the tedium that’s in those reports.” Miranda was always thorough when compiling information, so there was probably more than necessary in every one of those dossiers, but she liked to do her job to the best of her ability.
“Oh, fine,” Shepard huffed, although she was only annoyed at her situation, not at Miranda. “Summarize the enemies for me.”
“Not all of them are enemies,” Miranda insisted, walking over the table to pick up the stack of dossiers she had compiled. She began flipping through the pages, occasionally pausing to select one and pull it out of the pile. “Here’s an interesting one: Nassana Dantius - a powerful, wealthy asari noble. She’s a businesswoman, with lots of investments outside of Thessia. Don’t pick her. She has too many dangerous, illegal underground connections.”
“Then why are you telling me about her?” Shepard asked.
Miranda rolled her eyes. “Because you need to know the players in this game if you’re going to select someone suitable.” She continued scanning the dossiers. “Oh, here’s another one. Gianna Parasini, human. Her family is relatively new nobility. She’s also done some spywork for Earth, but she probably won’t be a threat to you or Normandy. Her interest might even be legitimate. Perhaps she wants to leave the profession.”
Shepard shook her head. “Uh-uh. People never leave that profession for good. You should know that, Miranda.”
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“Matriarch Benezia?” Shepard repeated. “Now, that name definitely sounds familiar.”
“As it should. She’s one of the most powerful matriarchs in all of Thessia. Honestly, I’m surprised her daughter isn’t on this list,” Miranda said, pausing as she flipped through the papers. “She’s about the right age… I’m afraid I don’t remember her name.” Finally, she shrugged and gave up. “If you are looking for a political connection with Thessia, Shiala might be a good option for you.”
“I’ll keep an eye out,” Shepard said reluctantly. “Who else?”
“Diana Allers. Nobility from Earth. There isn’t much to know about her other than the fact that her father is very, very rich, and she happens to be a horrible gossip.”
Shepard blinked. “How do you find out all this stuff, anyway?”
“Some of it is personal experience. I’ve met Diana before. It wasn’t exactly stimulating conversation, but if you can tolerate her…”
“We’ll see,” Shepard said, leaning back further in her chair.
Miranda returned her attention to the documents. “You know,” she said casually, “if you really don’t want to deal with all of this, you could always extend an offer of marriage to Urdnot Bakara. An alliance with Tuchanka would certainly give the nobles on Earth and Thessia pause.”
“Oh, stop being a smartass,” Shepard muttered, rolling her eyes. “If you don’t start taking this seriously, I’ll tell Wrex and Bakara what you said when they arrive for the party.”
Miranda set the stack of papers down and placed one hand on her hip. “Shepard, you are the one who needs to start taking this seriously. You’ve put this off for far too long already. The other Kingdoms are getting restless.”
Shepard sighed and sat up straight in her chair. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I guess I just don’t want things to change here. And if I make the wrong choice, I’ll just piss everyone else off.”
“You’re going to piss someone off either way, Shepard,” Miranda said, not letting the Sultana hide behind such a flimsy excuse. “They all want to make a strong alliance with you, and only one of them will be getting their wish. You can handle it. You’ve done very well so far.”
“Yeah, I’ve done so well that they’ve finally cornered me into making a decision I had absolutely no desire to ever make,” Shepard grumbled unhappily.
Miranda just rolled her eyes and continued on like Shepard hadn’t even spoken. “There’s one more person who might be of interest to you. Maya Brooks is a human from Earth that I haven’t been able to find a lot of information on, but she’s definitely interested in becoming your queen. She’s part of the new nobility and seems to have even higher aspirations than what she’s achieved so far. Honestly, I like the stories of her ambition.”
Shepard quickly filed away all of the information that Miranda had given her to recall when she met all of her eligible suitors at the party. But she did have one more important question for her opinionated advisor. “Who would you suggest I make such an alliance with?” Miranda was the person she most trusted with this answer, because she was well versed in the political maneuvering between the kingdoms.
Miranda gave it some thought before answering, even though she already knew what her choice would be. “Everyone knows that you fancy asari, and in this case, I actually think it would be smart for you to stick with that preference. An alliance with Thessia would benefit you the most. Choosing an asari would also allow you to produce an actual biological heir, which would please the people of Normandy the most.” Miranda paused for a moment as she watched Shepard process the information. “I don’t know who you’ll be most attracted to, but choosing Shiala looks to have the best outcome if you’re indifferent.”
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Before Miranda could reply, the throne room doors opened and Shepard looked over at them in surprise and annoyance, not really surprised when she saw Sha’ira sauntering through and Ashley following close behind her, voice raised as she tried to get the harem madam to leave without touching her. Shepard felt a smile curl over her lips as Ashley nearly jumped back every time Sha’ira almost contacted her. As physical and aggressive as her Captain of the Guards usually was, Ashley was easily cowed by the seductive ways of Sha’ira. Shepard wondered when her friend was finally going to give in to both her own needs and Sha’ira’s obvious desire, because they both obviously needed a good fuck.
When Sha’ira came to a stop in front of Shepard’s throne, Ashley stopped in exasperation and stood at attention. “I’m sorry, Sultana,” the Captain said in a clipped tone, stopping herself from saluting at the last second. “I told her you were in a meeting, but she insisted on barging in.”
“Well, you wouldn’t play with me,” Sha’ira said with a playful little pout that barely hid her smile. “It’s boring standing out there until Shepard has some free time when you’re being so frigid.”
“Oh, God,” Shepard said, trying hard to suppress her laughter only because she could already see the flush creeping up her friend’s neck as Ashley tried to remain stoic. “When are you just going to fuck her and be done with it?” she asked Sha’ira exasperatedly. As fun as it was to watch their weird little never-ending mating dance, Shepard was afraid that one day it would go too far and one of them would make the wrong step, ruining it for the both of them.
“All she has to do is say the word,” Sha’ira said with a practiced purr as she pressed herself against Ashley’s side, making sure her breasts rubbed against the Captain’s exposed arms.
Unfortunately, Ashley seemed to have lost her powers of speech. She shivered slightly, but otherwise, she didn’t move, unable to make herself pull away from the warmth of Sha’ira’s body, but unwilling to respond to it, either. Instead, she stayed frozen, trying her best not to look too conflicted.
Shepard sighed, shifting in her chair to better face Ashley. “I thought I told you to take care of this problem weeks ago, Williams. If you don’t pick a girl yourself, I’ll pick one for you.”
“That really isn’t necessary, Sultana,” Sha’ira said. “I’m more than willing to provide Captain Williams with any services she requires.” Ashley glanced from Sha’ira to Shepard, and then glanced helplessly at Miranda, hoping that she would step in and end her misery.
Miranda just shook her head. “Don’t look at me! This is your problem, Captain Williams. I’m not stupid enough to fuck you when someone else clearly has designs on you instead.”
Ashley blushed. Miranda knew perfectly well that she hadn’t been asking for sex - just mercy, and perhaps a rescue. But since she obviously wasn’t going to get it, she sighed and side-stepped away from a disappointed-looking Sha’ira. She saluted and fell back to the door of Shepard’s study, assuming a stiff military stance and hoping that the others would ignore her and go about their business.
Sha’ira watched her go for a moment before turning her attention back to Shepard. She held out her hand, in which she was holding a small scroll. “A report on your harem, Sultana.” She stole a sideways glance at Miranda. “I hope I am not interrupting anything important.”
“I was nearly finished anyway,” Miranda said cooly, folding her arms across her chest. “Your timing wasn’t intrusive.”
“Good.” Sha’ira stepped forward to hand the scroll to Shepard. “This should help you match up your slaves with appropriate partners at the feast. I know you like to take their preferences into account whenever possible.”
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“I’m afraid you’ve missed one,” Shepard said, although she could already guess why, and was secretly pleased that Sha’ira could read her so easily.
Sha’ira only smiled at her. “No, your Majesty,” she murmured, giving Shepard a subtle bow. “I haven’t,” she said as she backed away from the Sultana.
“Very well. I’ll study this before the feast. I hope everyone knows by now to go to you for recommendations, but just in case I get any questions…” Normally, it was Sha’ira’s job to act as matchmaker and mediator between the harem and Shepard’s guests. She was incredibly talented at selecting appropriate partners for everyone, and also at defusing any conflicts that arose.
“You have more important things to worry about than the entertainment, Sultana,” Sha’ira said, sharing a brief glance with Miranda. “I’m sure the nobles in attendance will require your attention for most of the evening. Please, leave it to me.”
Before Sha’ira could leave the room, Shepard stopped her retreat. “Have Liara sent to me,” the Sultana said, the order in her tone soft but unquestionable. Shepard’s confident power came from knowing that she would be obeyed. She didn’t rule her subjects by fear, instead choosing strength, fairness, and conviction to be her legacy, and she was rewarded for those traits by the people around her actually wanting to serve her.
“Of course, Sultana,” Sha’ira said with another bow. When she straightened, Sha’ira had a wide smile on her face. There was just something about the way Shepard was with Liara that made the matchmaker inside of Sha’ira go crazy. She always liked to see her girls eventually paired up with someone who would compliment them for the rest of their lives, but this was the first time that Sha’ira thought one of them had a real chance with the Sultana. It was unfortunate that Liara could never be anything more serious than Shepard’s consort, since the Sultana would need to marry someone of political standing.
“Really, Shepard?” Miranda sighed frustratedly when the door closed behind Sha’ira’s retreating form. “Can’t you stop thinking with your cock for just a few minutes?” She looked pointedly between Shepard’s legs, her eyes widening slightly when she noticed the impressive bulge there.
“What?” Shepard said a bit defensively. “You said you were almost finished and it’ll take her a few minutes to get here.” Shepard honestly thought she deserved a little reward for making it through today so far without punching someone in the face, and her little one was just the prize she was looking forward to. “Besides, no one’s ever complained about me thinking with my cock before,” Shepard drawled. “I certainly don’t recall you ever asking me to stop,” she said, her voice reaching a lower register than usual that had Miranda’s skin vibrating with awareness.
Miranda’s throat seemed suddenly dry as she watched Shepard slowly palm the shaft in her pants, gently massaging it and making it grow. It had been a while since she’d enjoyed the Sultana’s company, and it had been even longer since she’d done it without Jack present. Miranda latched onto her thoughts about Jack like a lifeline, using them to pull herself out of the sexual haze that threatened to consume her. “Stop that!” she snapped, wishing her tone was little more convincing. “You know I don’t play without Jack anymore.” Miranda also knew that Jack wouldn’t hold it against her if she indulged in the Sultana’s particular brand of pleasure now, while she was out in the field, but she would still feel a little guilty.
Shepard laughed and moved her hand from her cock to the arm of her chair. “Don’t worry, Miranda,” she said. “I ordered Jack back for the feast, so you’ll be able to jump your lover’s bones in a couple of days. And mine, if you like. I’m sure you can hold out until then."
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“If you really want to thank me, tell me that we’re done for the day and I can focus my attention on other, more pleasurable, things,” Shepard said. “I promise to read through the rest of the dossiers before the nobles start arriving and come to you with any questions I might have. All right?”
Miranda gave Shepard a quick bow, still smiling at the thought of seeing her lover again soon. “Of course, Sultana. If you have need of me -”
Shepard grinned. “I’ll send for you. But I have a feeling I won’t need you for at least a couple of hours.” Briefly, the Sultana toyed with the idea of inviting Miranda to say for a little while, but part of her wasn’t ready to share her slave yet. Soon, she would need to consider the best way to introduce Liara to sex with other people, but for now, Shepard was happy to keep the maiden all to herself.
Once Miranda had left the room, Shepard leaned back further in her chair, trying to decide what she wanted to do to Liara once Sha’ira brought her in. It had been two days - what felt like an eternity - since Shepard had last found the time to summon her in between the busy preparations. Spending a few hours with Liara would be a welcome relief from the stress of readying the palace for her guests. Everything needed to go off without a hitch if she wanted to maintain diplomatic relations with her neighbors.
Before her thoughts could veer too far into unpleasant territory, Shepard heard the door to her study open again. Sha’ira stepped inside, with Liara following close at her heels. Her head was bowed, although she was quick to steal a peek at Shepard lounging in her chair. “I am sorry for the delay, Sultana,” Sha’ira said. “I had some difficulty finding your slave. It seems she was involved in a game of kepesh yakshi in the garden.”
Shepard was slightly surprised, but now that Liara was here, she was suddenly less impatient. “Thank you, Sha’ira,” she said, waving a hand towards the door. “You are dismissed. And I wish you good luck with Captain Williams. She could definitely use a few hours alone with you to help ease some of her tension.”
Sha’ira sighed slightly before backing out through the door and shutting it behind her, leaving Shepard and Liara alone. “So, kepesh yakshi?” Shepard purred, giving Liara a quick up-and-down as the asari hurried to remove her shift. She was pleased to see that her slave was smiling, and although she still blushed whenever she had to appear naked before Shepard, she no longer seemed afraid of the prospect, either. She had grown used to it over the past few months. “Not chess, this time?”
“I wanted a chance to win, Mistress,” Liara said, letting her shift fall to the floor and folding her hands behind her back, presenting herself for Shepard’s inspection. “I am afraid changing games didn’t help.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Shepard said, pushing herself up and out of the chair in front of her desk. “No one ever beats Samantha. But right now, I’m in need of your attention.” She was pleased when she noticed Liara shiver at her words. “Come here. I want to touch you.”
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