Re: Absolute Power: 6/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:15:38 UTC
"Cunt Slime, you have been a very good slut today. Mistress is pleased. Come claim your meal, you eared it."
Aria crawled eagerly towards her mistress and began to lick at the semen dripping down her cheek. Liara wiped the tip of her cock with her pointer finger, holding the globule out to Samara, who started lapping away with a distant expression in her eyes. Liara sometimes wondered what it was like for her slaves to survive on their cum diets alone. True, her ejaculate had been specially engineered for precisely that purpose, and true, she could taste it herself, but she wondered what it felt like to eat nothing else for decades in a row. Aside from her melds with Shepard, whose palate was decidedly alien, she would never know. Her experienced slaves did a good job of hiding their revulsion, but the severe reactions of her new slaves betrayed the experience as decidedly unpleasant. All the more reason to do it.
As Aria finished lapping up her meal, Liara reached back to grab the gag harness she had selected on the way in. She teased the Justicar's mouth open with her fingers before inserting the metallic loop that would keep her jaws spread apart. She carefully buckled the straps behind the elder asari's fronds before grasping the back of Aria's neck and guiding her into a kissing position, gently forcing her mouth over the other half of the metallic gag. She raised her voice to talk above the electrocuted asari's intermittent muffled shouts as she fastened the strap behind Aria's neck.
"When I get back, I want you two to tell me which tastes better, cum licked off my chest, or cum eaten out of Cunt Slime's ass. I expect you both to agree, otherwise I might have to resort to further... team building activities." Liara smirked maliciously as she dug her fingernails into Samara and Aria's nipples before standing up and leaving the three asari to their own devices.
Liara mulled over the question of how long to let Lidanya suffer as she entered the access codes to lock the inner door of the prison block and open the outer door. A few hours would probably suffice. This was her first treatment, after all.
A beautiful sight greeted Liara when the outer doors opened to reveal her lover kneeling down on all fours, licking up the last of the trail of precum she had left during her stroll to the prison block. Liara cooed with delight and reached down to pat her slave's head, taking care to avoid the frilly headdress that was part of Shepard's "French Maid" outfit. It had grown on her over the years -- at first it was merely something she dug out of Shepard's imagination, one of the few outfits still able to humiliate her incorrigible lover. Over time Liara had grown fond of what it represented, if not the design of the ridiculous frills themselves. Shepard's choice to retire from her life of soldiering and spend the rest of her days as Liara's pleasure slave was the Broker's most cherished gift. The sight of her lover running her tongue along the floor, green eyes aflame with desire, while dressed in such... domestic... attire rekindled the flame in her loins, stoking it to new depths of desire. Liara was not sure how much energy she had left, but she would do her best to take advantage of it.
She circled around Shepard, humming in agreement at the site of her lover's exposed rear, which the frilly outfit managed to not cover the slightest fraction of in this position. As Shepard lapped away, Liara reached forward to part her lover's cheeks and smear her precum over her lover's exposed rosebud. She began to push her way in. Shepard moaned in delight, pushing back with her hips to help Liara penetrate her.
"What would I do without you, my little Fireslut?" Liara wondered out loud. Shepard merely moaned in reply, unwilling to abandon her duties to answer a rhetorical question.
Re: Absolute Power: 7/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:16:13 UTC
"Ohhhhh, yes, that will do nicely. Ooooo..." Liara hummed as she sank into her lover's upturned behind. There was no need to feign cold indifference out here. She thrust in and out of Shepard's ass a few times before coming to a lazy climax and depositing a small load within her lover's rear. Shepard moaned in approval, shifting to disappointment as Liara withdrew her member. Liara was spent, and by the looks of it Shepard had finished with her duties. As if on cue, Liara's stomach rumbled.
"I think I will take dinner early, today. You have..." Liara checked her timepiece, "almost an hour before feeding and litterbox duty. It should be enough if you hurry."
With a squeak, Shepard lept to her feet and made to rush for the kitchenette.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Liara teased, eying the toy rom pointedly. With a grunt of acknowledgement, Shepard plodded over to the toy wall, grabbed a large red ball gag, and inserted it into her mouth before buckling it behind her head. She then darted back off to her original destination.
Liara smiled to herself. She didn't really have any problem with Shepard sneaking scraps behind her back as she cooked for Liara, but she had to maintain appearances. She was the only one on the Shadow Broker vessel allowed to eat real food. Everyone else, Shepard included, had to derive sustenance entirely from the emissions of Liara's genetically engineered member. It was a demanding practice. Liara had to constantly down nutrient pellets, even between the feasts Shepard cooked for her, and her testicles would ache if she went more than an hour between fucking her pets or letting Shepard milk her into a receptacle for their later consumption. But it was worth it.
Liara idly stroked her member as she chased after Shepard. After all, she would be remiss in her duties as a mistress if she let her slave go about her duties unmolested. She smirked. Oh yes, it was good to be the Shadow Broker.
Re: Absolute Power: 7/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 21:27:47 UTC
Nice work, A!A. After so many prompts asking for some hot futa!Liara action, finally glad to see somebody take the subject on, and do it really well. And as a big fan of MC stories, the concept of Shepard "corrupting" Liara with her dirty fantasies during melds is right up my alley.
If you decide to do some more with this scenario, I for one would gobble it up. But even if it just remains a stand-alone, it's damn good stuff.
Aria crawled eagerly towards her mistress and began to lick at the semen dripping down her cheek. Liara wiped the tip of her cock with her pointer finger, holding the globule out to Samara, who started lapping away with a distant expression in her eyes. Liara sometimes wondered what it was like for her slaves to survive on their cum diets alone. True, her ejaculate had been specially engineered for precisely that purpose, and true, she could taste it herself, but she wondered what it felt like to eat nothing else for decades in a row. Aside from her melds with Shepard, whose palate was decidedly alien, she would never know. Her experienced slaves did a good job of hiding their revulsion, but the severe reactions of her new slaves betrayed the experience as decidedly unpleasant. All the more reason to do it.
As Aria finished lapping up her meal, Liara reached back to grab the gag harness she had selected on the way in. She teased the Justicar's mouth open with her fingers before inserting the metallic loop that would keep her jaws spread apart. She carefully buckled the straps behind the elder asari's fronds before grasping the back of Aria's neck and guiding her into a kissing position, gently forcing her mouth over the other half of the metallic gag. She raised her voice to talk above the electrocuted asari's intermittent muffled shouts as she fastened the strap behind Aria's neck.
"When I get back, I want you two to tell me which tastes better, cum licked off my chest, or cum eaten out of Cunt Slime's ass. I expect you both to agree, otherwise I might have to resort to further... team building activities." Liara smirked maliciously as she dug her fingernails into Samara and Aria's nipples before standing up and leaving the three asari to their own devices.
Liara mulled over the question of how long to let Lidanya suffer as she entered the access codes to lock the inner door of the prison block and open the outer door. A few hours would probably suffice. This was her first treatment, after all.
A beautiful sight greeted Liara when the outer doors opened to reveal her lover kneeling down on all fours, licking up the last of the trail of precum she had left during her stroll to the prison block. Liara cooed with delight and reached down to pat her slave's head, taking care to avoid the frilly headdress that was part of Shepard's "French Maid" outfit. It had grown on her over the years -- at first it was merely something she dug out of Shepard's imagination, one of the few outfits still able to humiliate her incorrigible lover. Over time Liara had grown fond of what it represented, if not the design of the ridiculous frills themselves. Shepard's choice to retire from her life of soldiering and spend the rest of her days as Liara's pleasure slave was the Broker's most cherished gift. The sight of her lover running her tongue along the floor, green eyes aflame with desire, while dressed in such... domestic... attire rekindled the flame in her loins, stoking it to new depths of desire. Liara was not sure how much energy she had left, but she would do her best to take advantage of it.
She circled around Shepard, humming in agreement at the site of her lover's exposed rear, which the frilly outfit managed to not cover the slightest fraction of in this position. As Shepard lapped away, Liara reached forward to part her lover's cheeks and smear her precum over her lover's exposed rosebud. She began to push her way in. Shepard moaned in delight, pushing back with her hips to help Liara penetrate her.
"What would I do without you, my little Fireslut?" Liara wondered out loud. Shepard merely moaned in reply, unwilling to abandon her duties to answer a rhetorical question.
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"I think I will take dinner early, today. You have..." Liara checked her timepiece, "almost an hour before feeding and litterbox duty. It should be enough if you hurry."
With a squeak, Shepard lept to her feet and made to rush for the kitchenette.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Liara teased, eying the toy rom pointedly. With a grunt of acknowledgement, Shepard plodded over to the toy wall, grabbed a large red ball gag, and inserted it into her mouth before buckling it behind her head. She then darted back off to her original destination.
Liara smiled to herself. She didn't really have any problem with Shepard sneaking scraps behind her back as she cooked for Liara, but she had to maintain appearances. She was the only one on the Shadow Broker vessel allowed to eat real food. Everyone else, Shepard included, had to derive sustenance entirely from the emissions of Liara's genetically engineered member. It was a demanding practice. Liara had to constantly down nutrient pellets, even between the feasts Shepard cooked for her, and her testicles would ache if she went more than an hour between fucking her pets or letting Shepard milk her into a receptacle for their later consumption. But it was worth it.
Liara idly stroked her member as she chased after Shepard. After all, she would be remiss in her duties as a mistress if she let her slave go about her duties unmolested. She smirked. Oh yes, it was good to be the Shadow Broker.
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If you decide to do some more with this scenario, I for one would gobble it up. But even if it just remains a stand-alone, it's damn good stuff.
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