Asari Nights: Book Two 4/?
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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.”
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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