A Thessian Love Story 1/?
anonymous
January 17 2015, 08:37:40 UTC
“If only you could have been there to see the look on her face when the council announced that we won the contract! Her upper lip curled back into a little box around her two front teeth, like this…”
Shepard begrudgingly glanced in Liara’s direction, her foul mood dissipating into an undignified snort as she mentally superimposed Liara’s twisted expression onto the wrinkled visage of Matriarch Ashira Dantius, the most recent casualty of her lover’s business ambitions. Shepard almost felt sorry for the woman. Almost. She tightened her grip around Liara’s waist, admiring the pink and red sparks of sunrise that glimmered off her lover’s scales in an attempt to draw her mind away from the overheated conference room she had spent the last fifteen hours in.
Her own duties in the Thessian capital building had also managed to stretch through the entire night, but without comparable success: two years after the reaper invasion, Earth and Thessia were still at odds over the damned prothean coverup, and Shepard was caught right in the middle. The Asari were trying to play it off as a cultural issue - one particularly excited matriarch had called her a “Cerberist Xenophobe” - and her own delegation was still stubbornly demanding that she ask for reparations that, quite frankly, had a snowball’s chance in hell of ever getting approved. Not for the first time, Shepard wondered how long ago she would have gone mad had it not been for Liara’s unwavering support.
Nothing made Shepard more proud than the latent business prowess that had flowered in her lover over the course of the last few years, first at the helm of the Shadow Broker’s network and now in the form of the T’Soni Construction & Finance Consortium. Liara always went to great pains to ensure that Shepard understood her plans, and Ashira Dantius had been such a regular figure in those conversations that Shepard long ago gave up pretending to forget who she was.
In an ironic twist, she returned to power after Nassana Dantius, her heir, suffered assassination under mysterious circumstances - and somehow she managed to wield the old family empire with a viciousness that exceeded both her daughter’s and that of her younger self to a degree that Shepard would have not thought possible if she hadn’t heard of it from the Shadow Broker herself. Every time that Liara discovered someone selling fake security, transport, or housing services to desperate reaper-fleeing refugees, the trail led back to Ashira with depressing regularity. Liara had even caught her selling war orphans into slavery - as always, with just shaky enough of a connection that she couldn’t do more than provide an anonymous tip for the authorities. Forming a cartel to monopolize reconstruction in the aftermath of the reaper invasion was the least of Ashira’s sins, but Shepard was still glad to see her foiled. Not to mention proud. Shepard might have saved the galaxy from the reapers, but Liara would be the one to save it from Ashira.
“Do you think she’ll cut her losses and head back to her sarcophagus or do I have to haul out the ol’ M-920 Cain to stop you from winding up as mummy chow?” Shepard elbowed Liara in the ribs, even as her lover’s brow furrowed.
“Mummy..” she murmured, eyes flickering back and forth over the encyclopedia page automatically called up by the universal translator.
“What do the corpse preservation rituals of ancient Earth’s pyramid-builders have to do with… oh. I suppose I do see the resemblance.” Now it was Liara’s turn for an undignified snort.
“They pop up in human horror movies all the time.”
“I imagine they do.”
“Liara, I’m serious. She’s dangerous, resourceful, senile, and angry as hell.”
Re: A Thessian Love Story 1/?
anonymous
January 17 2015, 08:39:31 UTC
“I know.” Liara sighed, stopping to gather her thoughts. She looked up at her lover, admiring the way her pink skin glowed vibrantly in the early morning light. She shivered as Shepard brought her hand possessively over the small of her back.
“Ashira will not strike at us here - it is said that the palace and its gardens are paved with holo-recorders and there is more truth to that than you might think. Public transportation and parks should also be safe.” Liara let her head drop onto Shepard’s shoulder.
“And I have you to keep me safe in the hotel room,” she whispered suggestively.
“Dammit Liara, I’m not invincible. Especially when I’m distracted.” Shepard’s scars glowed red in consternation as she shrugged off Liara’s head.
“Ashira is not a fool, she will distance herself from the matter before striking.”
“She’s old. Crazy. Desperate. She’ll be dead inside the decade; sentence her to a century in jail and she’ll cackle at you while her lawyers are busy drawing up plans to draw the appeals out for the next 50 years just in case. I’m calling Tevos; we’re staying with her on the Destiny Ascention until the Normandy gets here.”
“That is… actually a very good idea. Even if it does mean that we will have to tame ourselves at night.”
“What ever do you mean?” Shepard smirked as she caught Liara blushing.
“Aria gets testy if you disturb her sleep. For the sake of Tevos’s bottom, we should at least try to be quiet.”
“Testy, huh? I thought she was into that.” Liara rolled her eyes.
“Well I’m sure you’ll make do.”
“You have no idea,” Shepard chuckled.
Something about her tone put Liara on edge. She didn’t know whether to be afraid or titillated, so she replied with a coy “hmm” as they resumed their gentle stroll down the granite walkway. She let herself absentmindedly admire the seemingly endless sea of flowers, pools, and soaring granite spires as Shepard made the call to Tevos on her omni-tool. She was glad that the palace had survived the reaper invasion unscathed - it was an important symbol of resilience and continuity for a civilization that hadn’t been seriously threatened for well over a millennia.
Well, almost unscathed: somewhere on the south side of the palace there was a single hole in the ground, around a dozen feet in diameter, leading from the surface to a heavily shielded bunker containing the charred remains of the Thessian Emergency Council. The reapers were nothing if not efficient. Eager to steer her thoughts in a more agreeable direction, Liara forced herself to try to recall the name of the large flightless bird with bright iridescent plumage that was busily plucking insects from the grass path below. She remembered trying to impress a teacher with that bit of knowledge when she was younger, but it had long sense fallen out of her working memory. If she wasn’t mistaken, the bird originally came from Earth, plucked up by collectors a few hundred years ago - maybe she should ask Shepard about it later.
Eventually finishing with her call, Shepard grabbed Liara’s hand and sighed. They continued on in blissful silence, enjoying the peaceful chirping and fresh air as they made their way towards the Queen’s Path at the front of the palace. It might not be the quickest route to a taxi but it was certainly the most beautiful, and neither of them was in a hurry. Even the exhausting trials of last night weren’t enough to dampen the mood: between the sunlight, crisp air, and pleasant company both of them were riding a vigorous second wind.
Stopping at the top of the steps that would take them down to the famed garden path, Shepard drew Liara in for a romantic kiss amid the stunning scenery. She silently thanked the palace designer for the thoughtful inclusion of public washrooms - if this were Earth, neither of them would have been fresh enough to make it a pleasant experience.
Re: A Thessian Love Story 3/?
anonymous
January 17 2015, 08:40:33 UTC
Shepard dominated here as she did everywhere in their romantic trysts, raiding Liara’s mouth with impunity before eventually withdrawing and settling their foreheads gently together.
“Love you…” Shepard cooed.
“Love you too…”
“…my kitten.” Liara basked in the comfort of the endearment for a second before realizing its implications. Her eyes shot wide open.
“Here?!” she whispered, fiercely.
“Yep.”
Something in Shepard’s devious smirk told Liara that her lover wasn’t joking.
“But… you never… and…”
“You have a safeword.”
“A little warning would have been nice!” Liara hissed, blushing furiously.
“Awww, it’s talking back. And wearing clothes! Almost like it thinks it’s people!” Shepard giggled, staring intently back at her lover.
Liara scolded herself for not having forseen this. The pieces were all there, clear as day: Shepard’s love for petplay, her squeal of delight upon discovering that one of Liara’s books on the subject (involving a *very* public pet scene) was nonfiction, the rapt attention with which she listened to Liara’s lecture on asari sexual social norms and how overt, public displays of sexuality were generally considered acceptable so long as they weren’t done in the presence of individuals from more prudish species, including (especially) humans, and that such displays had even become a bit of a fad among power-couples a few decades back…
Several months ago she had seen Shepard move “Exhibitionism” from her “hard limit” list to her “want to try” list. She had made a mental note to talk to Shepard about it and then promptly forgotten amid the whole Krogan fiasco. But this? This was crazy. The stuff fantasies were made of, plain and simple. The type of thing that she tried not to think about never having because Shepard was human and humans just didn’t do this kind of thing. There was no way this was actually happening. She pinched herself, hard, and opened her eyes.
She didn’t wake up. Instead, she found Shepard rummaging through her bag, drawing out… her collar. The one with the bell. She gulped, glancing around. They were drawing attention: a gardener was peeking over the shrubs, a turian sitting on a bench was staring unabashedly with the largest smile on his face, and the handful of people wandering through the central junction at this hour were all glancing in their direction.
A cloud of uncertainty fell over Shepard’s features, and Liara made her decision before Shepard could get cold feet. She knelt, offering her neck.
“Very good, kitten. Very good.” With that, Liara felt her thin leather collar latch snugly over her skin, bell tinkling merrily. Not tight enough to choke, but not loose enough to slip.
“I’ll have to punish you for talking later, you know,” Shepard chided, all evidence of hesitation gone from her voice, “but for now all you need to worry about is being a good kitten.”
“Mrrrowww,” Liara replied, standing back up and crossing her wrists in anticipation as her owner circled around and began to draw her zipper downwards…
Re: A Thessian Love Story 3/?
anonymous
January 18 2015, 05:18:48 UTC
Please keep writing this. I really love it so far, and I'm pretty sure that a very large portion of the people on KinkMeme like kinky FemShep/Liara relationships.
Re: A Thessian Love Story 4/?
anonymous
January 19 2015, 11:00:24 UTC
Liara shivered as the zipper snaked down the back of her dress with agonizing slowness, parting the silk garment as it went, exposing a wedge of her skin to the cool morning breeze. She wasn’t cold, exactly - her heart, which thumped around in her chest as if it were trying to escape her ribcage, saw to that - but she felt keenly aware of each inch of bared skin, and the mix of embarrassment and excitement conspired in a trick of perception to enhance the morning chill. She could all but feel half a dozen gazes playing over the curves of her body, eagerly awaiting the chance to devour the sight of what lay beneath her dress. Icy nervousness pooled in her belly even as white-hot excitement built between her thighs, driven by the knowledge that unlike ever before, [i]this[/i] time they did not wait in vain.
Liara gulped as her zipper reached the end of its track, hovering a few teasing centimeters over the cleft between her buttocks. She blushed when Shepard ran a finger along the frilly edge of her thong, the intimate gesture somehow feeling scandalous despite the fact that she would soon bare herself completely. Perhaps it was because of how she came to wear it in the first place - ~~~
“Ooh, I love the red color! It really stands out!”
Shepard twirled her finger and Liara obediently turned in a circle once more, giving her mistress a 360˚ view of the garment.
“They will not be able to see it at all beneath my dress.”
“I know, it’ll be our secret. Isn’t that why you bought it? No pantylines?” “Yes, but also because the frilly black ones tickle when I walk, and because I know how much you love the color red.”
“The frilly black ones tickle, do they?”
“Only a little. Why - oh.” Shepard chuckled as realization and annoyance crossed Liara’s face in close succession.
“Put them on, I want to see them again.”
With a huff of annoyance, Liara shucked off the red undergarments before fishing the black ones out of the ‘discard’ pile and donning them once more. Unprompted, she raised her arms and rotated in a circle.
“I think these will do nicely.”
“But they tickle!”
“Your mistress has spoken.” Shepard declared with mock-severity.
“Besides,” she continued, tracing her finger along the undergarment, “whenever you feel them sliding against your thighs, you’re going to think about me, and about the magnificent ravishing you’re going to receive when I get you back at the end of the day. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
Shepard delivered a parting smack to Liara’s bottom before disappearing to attend to her own preparations. Liara huffed, more annoyed at the fact that she found Shepard’s antics endearing than at Shepard herself.
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The feeling of warm fingers sliding over her shoulders snapped Liara back to the present. It was happening. Her lover was sliding the sleeves of her dress down her arms, stripping her in front of all these people. In front of the galaxy, really: between the palace’s hidden cameras, personal recordings from passers by, and the very real possibility of running into a member of the press, it was a virtual certainty that the story would be plastered across every news outlet in the sector within the hour. Asari across the galaxy would get to see her not merely as another reclusive businesswoman, but as a sexual being and the personal property of one Commander Shepard. It would do wonders for her popularity. As for Shepard, well - if there was any human in the galaxy who could get away with such a stunt, it was her.
Re: A Thessian Love Story 5/?
anonymous
January 19 2015, 11:01:09 UTC
Liara’s thoughts were cut short when the front of her dress flopped down, free of her arms, and balanced precariously on her waist for a split second before slithering down into a pool at her feet. She gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin and the reality of her exposure sunk in. By the standards of an asari strip club it was nothing to be excited about: two slips of lacy, translucent fabric still clung to her body and protected her dignity - but this wasn’t a strip club, it was a famed public park adjacent to the very heart of asari civil society. Not to mention that Liara wasn’t a veteran exhibitionist. She was a reserved academic-turned-businesswoman who hadn’t planned to get attached for another century of two. In her entire life she had only ever shared her body with one other person, and now she was sharing it with the galaxy.
“My owner is sharing it with the galaxy,” she corrected herself. Her body belonged to Shepard, and was the spectre’s to do with as she pleased. They hadn’t gotten around to formalizing the arrangement - typically an asari couple in their position would go to Illium for the ceremony, signing a contract filled to the brim with fantastically kinky clauses and then after the honeymoon return home where the document would lose literal enforceability and instead be recognized as largely equivalent to a standard marriage - but human laws were far less accommodating. It simply wouldn’t do to have her mistress arrested for slave trafficking, irony of arresting someone for enslaving the Shadow Broker notwithstanding, so their collective imagination would have to suffice, and as far as Liara was concerned she already belonged body and soul to Shepard.
The young asari shuddered as the stretch of elastic around her chest vanished. She looked down at her body, only half believing what she saw. Her small but perky tits, nipples pebbled in the chilly air, jutting out in the middle of the world. They almost seemed foreign given the context. She had seen them a million times in the privacy of a washroom or in an intimate moment with Shepard, of course, but they were simply not a part of her public persona. Until now.
No longer would they be her secret to withhold. Anyone curious or horny enough could simply look up her tits on the extranet, gawk at them, masturbate to them, order silicone replicas for a sex doll - and she would be powerless to stop them. Atheyta would see them, Tevos would see them, Tali and Garrus and Miranda and Joker would see them. Admiral Anderson and a thousand stuffy Earth bureaucrats would see them before frowning and tut-tutting in feigned disapproval. She gulped, horrified that something about the thought deeply appealed to her.
She closed her eyes as Shepard’s fingers dipped into the waistband of her thong, hoping to shut out the queasy feeling building in her throat. Senses heightened, she could feel the elastic stretching as Shepard slid it over her bottom, the gentle play of rough lace sliding from between her buttcheeks, the subtle hiss as damp fabric was peeled off of wet skin. The lewd sound thundered through the silence as if her surroundings had decided to pause themselves in order to amplify her moment of denudement. A breeze around her legs, a scrape of lace against ankles, and it was done. Liara T’Soni was laid bare before the universe.
Re: A Thessian Love Story 6/?
anonymous
January 19 2015, 11:01:43 UTC
As Shepard rustled around in her purse, Liara teased open her eyes and forced herself to survey the onlookers. The Turian was the only one brave enough to make eye contact (he even winked!) but everyone else pretended to be occupied. The gardener continued trimming the same corner of the same bush with an improbable look of focus on her face, a trio of asari in business dress suddenly lost interest in their conversation in order to stare at birds. A minute ago she might have been relieved, but the nervous flutter that had nearly made her nauseous was now long gone. She opened her mouth to accept the bright red rubber ball pressing at her lips, basking in the humiliation of her ongoing transformation as Shepard tightened the straps around her chin, on top of her forehead, and behind her neck before patting her bottom, signaling her to get down on all fours. She complied without hesitation. Having already been stripped of her dignity, she did not mind being seen as the animal she had become.
The new position sent a jolt of submissive desire through her body. It was her single favorite part of becoming a sex kitten, although not for the most obvious of reasons. Yes, crawling around forced her to mimic the motions of an animal and yes, it reduced her stature beneath that of her betters, but the part that [i]really[/i] stoked her desire was the exposure. The way her tits hung unglamorously beneath her, the way the posture parted her buttocks, exposing her nether lips and puckered asshole to anyone who cared to look - more than anything else, it was those things that most strongly signified her newfound status as an animal. It had taken her a considerable bit of thought to figure out [i]why[/i] that was the case, and when she finally got around to explaining her findings to Shepard she did so with more than a hint of satisfaction.
Wrapped up in a slinky dress, her breasts were capable of instilling desire in others, with her as the gatekeeper. Hidden away between her legs, her sex held a similar allure and power. Put bluntly, they had value in a world of social interactions, friendship, romance, and machination - value that sub-sapient animals were not able to leverage with comparable sophistication. By forcing her to parade around with her tits hanging out and sex exposed, she was denied participation in even the rudimentary underpinnings of sapient society, cast down into a world where the most she might hope from her body would be for her glistening, swollen vulva to betray her rut to the world at large. No dashing princess (or handsome spectre) would ever need to woo her in this state. With her sex perpetually on display, she did not need to be persuaded to open her legs - she could simply be mounted and fucked into submission by any male with the means to catch her.
She did [i]not[/i] explain to Shepard her most secret and treasured humiliation of them all: she absolutely adored being made to prance around with her anus out in the open. If there was one thing that intelligent life forms had in common, it was a desire to project a positive image of themselves - a process which included, as a very first step, the hiding of messy bodily functions and the body parts that engaged in them. Stripping her of covering in this area was tantamount to banishing her from the list of life forms capable of complex reasoning, resurrecting an indignity that had been buried by her people aeons ago in order to apply it specifically to her in a very visible and public fashion. Anyone who so much as glanced at her bottom would know her shame.
Re: A Thessian Love Story 7/?
anonymous
January 19 2015, 11:11:07 UTC
The very thought put her in a submissive trance as Shepard finalized her bondage arrangement. There were fingerless gloves for her hands, of course - sex kittens didn’t need opposable thumbs. Her kneepads served a more practical purpose, except for the chains running between the pads and a pair of nipple clamps, which would help her to remember that under no circumstance was it acceptable for a sex kitten to stand up and pretend she was an asari. Shepard fiddled with the latch of her collar until it energized with a deep electrical hum, simultaneously attaching itself to Shepard’s omni-tool and suppressing Liara’s biotic abilities. After all, sex kittens didn’t need to throw singularities.
“Good girl!” Shepard cooed, stroking her hand down Liara’s side, a mischievous grin on her face.
Liara purred, nuzzling her owner’s leg until a gentle tug persuaded her to turn her attention back to the path. With a quick backwards glance to confirm that Shepard had picked up her clothes, she crawled off after her mistress, bell tinkling merrily with each step.
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A/N: Whew! That was one long striptease XD hope it was enjoyable. Apologies if I got too philosophical in the bit about Liara's, err, favorite parts. I mean, she *is* an intellectual, so it's not really out of character, but I'm going for "hot" not "dissertation." More kinky fun times to follow, let me know what you liked (and didn't like) about this installment :D
PS: I have a bad habit of getting a bit excessive with the vocabulary, but I can try to tone it down if it gets bothersome. Just let me know.
Shepard begrudgingly glanced in Liara’s direction, her foul mood dissipating into an undignified snort as she mentally superimposed Liara’s twisted expression onto the wrinkled visage of Matriarch Ashira Dantius, the most recent casualty of her lover’s business ambitions. Shepard almost felt sorry for the woman. Almost. She tightened her grip around Liara’s waist, admiring the pink and red sparks of sunrise that glimmered off her lover’s scales in an attempt to draw her mind away from the overheated conference room she had spent the last fifteen hours in.
Her own duties in the Thessian capital building had also managed to stretch through the entire night, but without comparable success: two years after the reaper invasion, Earth and Thessia were still at odds over the damned prothean coverup, and Shepard was caught right in the middle. The Asari were trying to play it off as a cultural issue - one particularly excited matriarch had called her a “Cerberist Xenophobe” - and her own delegation was still stubbornly demanding that she ask for reparations that, quite frankly, had a snowball’s chance in hell of ever getting approved. Not for the first time, Shepard wondered how long ago she would have gone mad had it not been for Liara’s unwavering support.
Nothing made Shepard more proud than the latent business prowess that had flowered in her lover over the course of the last few years, first at the helm of the Shadow Broker’s network and now in the form of the T’Soni Construction & Finance Consortium. Liara always went to great pains to ensure that Shepard understood her plans, and Ashira Dantius had been such a regular figure in those conversations that Shepard long ago gave up pretending to forget who she was.
In an ironic twist, she returned to power after Nassana Dantius, her heir, suffered assassination under mysterious circumstances - and somehow she managed to wield the old family empire with a viciousness that exceeded both her daughter’s and that of her younger self to a degree that Shepard would have not thought possible if she hadn’t heard of it from the Shadow Broker herself. Every time that Liara discovered someone selling fake security, transport, or housing services to desperate reaper-fleeing refugees, the trail led back to Ashira with depressing regularity. Liara had even caught her selling war orphans into slavery - as always, with just shaky enough of a connection that she couldn’t do more than provide an anonymous tip for the authorities. Forming a cartel to monopolize reconstruction in the aftermath of the reaper invasion was the least of Ashira’s sins, but Shepard was still glad to see her foiled. Not to mention proud. Shepard might have saved the galaxy from the reapers, but Liara would be the one to save it from Ashira.
“Do you think she’ll cut her losses and head back to her sarcophagus or do I have to haul out the ol’ M-920 Cain to stop you from winding up as mummy chow?” Shepard elbowed Liara in the ribs, even as her lover’s brow furrowed.
“Mummy..” she murmured, eyes flickering back and forth over the encyclopedia page automatically called up by the universal translator.
“What do the corpse preservation rituals of ancient Earth’s pyramid-builders have to do with… oh. I suppose I do see the resemblance.” Now it was Liara’s turn for an undignified snort.
“They pop up in human horror movies all the time.”
“I imagine they do.”
“Liara, I’m serious. She’s dangerous, resourceful, senile, and angry as hell.”
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“Ashira will not strike at us here - it is said that the palace and its gardens are paved with holo-recorders and there is more truth to that than you might think. Public transportation and parks should also be safe.” Liara let her head drop onto Shepard’s shoulder.
“And I have you to keep me safe in the hotel room,” she whispered suggestively.
“Dammit Liara, I’m not invincible. Especially when I’m distracted.” Shepard’s scars glowed red in consternation as she shrugged off Liara’s head.
“Ashira is not a fool, she will distance herself from the matter before striking.”
“She’s old. Crazy. Desperate. She’ll be dead inside the decade; sentence her to a century in jail and she’ll cackle at you while her lawyers are busy drawing up plans to draw the appeals out for the next 50 years just in case. I’m calling Tevos; we’re staying with her on the Destiny Ascention until the Normandy gets here.”
“That is… actually a very good idea. Even if it does mean that we will have to tame ourselves at night.”
“What ever do you mean?” Shepard smirked as she caught Liara blushing.
“Aria gets testy if you disturb her sleep. For the sake of Tevos’s bottom, we should at least try to be quiet.”
“Testy, huh? I thought she was into that.” Liara rolled her eyes.
“Well I’m sure you’ll make do.”
“You have no idea,” Shepard chuckled.
Something about her tone put Liara on edge. She didn’t know whether to be afraid or titillated, so she replied with a coy “hmm” as they resumed their gentle stroll down the granite walkway. She let herself absentmindedly admire the seemingly endless sea of flowers, pools, and soaring granite spires as Shepard made the call to Tevos on her omni-tool. She was glad that the palace had survived the reaper invasion unscathed - it was an important symbol of resilience and continuity for a civilization that hadn’t been seriously threatened for well over a millennia.
Well, almost unscathed: somewhere on the south side of the palace there was a single hole in the ground, around a dozen feet in diameter, leading from the surface to a heavily shielded bunker containing the charred remains of the Thessian Emergency Council. The reapers were nothing if not efficient. Eager to steer her thoughts in a more agreeable direction, Liara forced herself to try to recall the name of the large flightless bird with bright iridescent plumage that was busily plucking insects from the grass path below. She remembered trying to impress a teacher with that bit of knowledge when she was younger, but it had long sense fallen out of her working memory. If she wasn’t mistaken, the bird originally came from Earth, plucked up by collectors a few hundred years ago - maybe she should ask Shepard about it later.
Eventually finishing with her call, Shepard grabbed Liara’s hand and sighed. They continued on in blissful silence, enjoying the peaceful chirping and fresh air as they made their way towards the Queen’s Path at the front of the palace. It might not be the quickest route to a taxi but it was certainly the most beautiful, and neither of them was in a hurry. Even the exhausting trials of last night weren’t enough to dampen the mood: between the sunlight, crisp air, and pleasant company both of them were riding a vigorous second wind.
Stopping at the top of the steps that would take them down to the famed garden path, Shepard drew Liara in for a romantic kiss amid the stunning scenery. She silently thanked the palace designer for the thoughtful inclusion of public washrooms - if this were Earth, neither of them would have been fresh enough to make it a pleasant experience.
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“Love you…” Shepard cooed.
“Love you too…”
“…my kitten.” Liara basked in the comfort of the endearment for a second before realizing its implications. Her eyes shot wide open.
“Here?!” she whispered, fiercely.
“Yep.”
Something in Shepard’s devious smirk told Liara that her lover wasn’t joking.
“But… you never… and…”
“You have a safeword.”
“A little warning would have been nice!” Liara hissed, blushing furiously.
“Awww, it’s talking back. And wearing clothes! Almost like it thinks it’s people!” Shepard giggled, staring intently back at her lover.
Liara scolded herself for not having forseen this. The pieces were all there, clear as day: Shepard’s love for petplay, her squeal of delight upon discovering that one of Liara’s books on the subject (involving a *very* public pet scene) was nonfiction, the rapt attention with which she listened to Liara’s lecture on asari sexual social norms and how overt, public displays of sexuality were generally considered acceptable so long as they weren’t done in the presence of individuals from more prudish species, including (especially) humans, and that such displays had even become a bit of a fad among power-couples a few decades back…
Several months ago she had seen Shepard move “Exhibitionism” from her “hard limit” list to her “want to try” list. She had made a mental note to talk to Shepard about it and then promptly forgotten amid the whole Krogan fiasco. But this? This was crazy. The stuff fantasies were made of, plain and simple. The type of thing that she tried not to think about never having because Shepard was human and humans just didn’t do this kind of thing. There was no way this was actually happening. She pinched herself, hard, and opened her eyes.
She didn’t wake up. Instead, she found Shepard rummaging through her bag, drawing out… her collar. The one with the bell. She gulped, glancing around. They were drawing attention: a gardener was peeking over the shrubs, a turian sitting on a bench was staring unabashedly with the largest smile on his face, and the handful of people wandering through the central junction at this hour were all glancing in their direction.
A cloud of uncertainty fell over Shepard’s features, and Liara made her decision before Shepard could get cold feet. She knelt, offering her neck.
“Very good, kitten. Very good.” With that, Liara felt her thin leather collar latch snugly over her skin, bell tinkling merrily. Not tight enough to choke, but not loose enough to slip.
“I’ll have to punish you for talking later, you know,” Shepard chided, all evidence of hesitation gone from her voice, “but for now all you need to worry about is being a good kitten.”
“Mrrrowww,” Liara replied, standing back up and crossing her wrists in anticipation as her owner circled around and began to draw her zipper downwards…
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Also, looks like I bent the original prompt a bit, hopefully in a direction you find enjoyable :)
PS: If everyone bitching about rarepairs spent the same number of words writing rarepair smut the problem would go away wow like magic. Just sayin'.
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Liara gulped as her zipper reached the end of its track, hovering a few teasing centimeters over the cleft between her buttocks. She blushed when Shepard ran a finger along the frilly edge of her thong, the intimate gesture somehow feeling scandalous despite the fact that she would soon bare herself completely. Perhaps it was because of how she came to wear it in the first place -
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“Ooh, I love the red color! It really stands out!”
Shepard twirled her finger and Liara obediently turned in a circle once more, giving her mistress a 360˚ view of the garment.
“They will not be able to see it at all beneath my dress.”
“I know, it’ll be our secret. Isn’t that why you bought it? No pantylines?”
“Yes, but also because the frilly black ones tickle when I walk, and because I know how much you love the color red.”
“The frilly black ones tickle, do they?”
“Only a little. Why - oh.” Shepard chuckled as realization and annoyance crossed Liara’s face in close succession.
“Put them on, I want to see them again.”
With a huff of annoyance, Liara shucked off the red undergarments before fishing the black ones out of the ‘discard’ pile and donning them once more. Unprompted, she raised her arms and rotated in a circle.
“I think these will do nicely.”
“But they tickle!”
“Your mistress has spoken.” Shepard declared with mock-severity.
“Besides,” she continued, tracing her finger along the undergarment, “whenever you feel them sliding against your thighs, you’re going to think about me, and about the magnificent ravishing you’re going to receive when I get you back at the end of the day. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
Shepard delivered a parting smack to Liara’s bottom before disappearing to attend to her own preparations. Liara huffed, more annoyed at the fact that she found Shepard’s antics endearing than at Shepard herself.
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The feeling of warm fingers sliding over her shoulders snapped Liara back to the present. It was happening. Her lover was sliding the sleeves of her dress down her arms, stripping her in front of all these people. In front of the galaxy, really: between the palace’s hidden cameras, personal recordings from passers by, and the very real possibility of running into a member of the press, it was a virtual certainty that the story would be plastered across every news outlet in the sector within the hour. Asari across the galaxy would get to see her not merely as another reclusive businesswoman, but as a sexual being and the personal property of one Commander Shepard. It would do wonders for her popularity. As for Shepard, well - if there was any human in the galaxy who could get away with such a stunt, it was her.
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“My owner is sharing it with the galaxy,” she corrected herself. Her body belonged to Shepard, and was the spectre’s to do with as she pleased. They hadn’t gotten around to formalizing the arrangement - typically an asari couple in their position would go to Illium for the ceremony, signing a contract filled to the brim with fantastically kinky clauses and then after the honeymoon return home where the document would lose literal enforceability and instead be recognized as largely equivalent to a standard marriage - but human laws were far less accommodating. It simply wouldn’t do to have her mistress arrested for slave trafficking, irony of arresting someone for enslaving the Shadow Broker notwithstanding, so their collective imagination would have to suffice, and as far as Liara was concerned she already belonged body and soul to Shepard.
The young asari shuddered as the stretch of elastic around her chest vanished. She looked down at her body, only half believing what she saw. Her small but perky tits, nipples pebbled in the chilly air, jutting out in the middle of the world. They almost seemed foreign given the context. She had seen them a million times in the privacy of a washroom or in an intimate moment with Shepard, of course, but they were simply not a part of her public persona. Until now.
No longer would they be her secret to withhold. Anyone curious or horny enough could simply look up her tits on the extranet, gawk at them, masturbate to them, order silicone replicas for a sex doll - and she would be powerless to stop them. Atheyta would see them, Tevos would see them, Tali and Garrus and Miranda and Joker would see them. Admiral Anderson and a thousand stuffy Earth bureaucrats would see them before frowning and tut-tutting in feigned disapproval. She gulped, horrified that something about the thought deeply appealed to her.
She closed her eyes as Shepard’s fingers dipped into the waistband of her thong, hoping to shut out the queasy feeling building in her throat. Senses heightened, she could feel the elastic stretching as Shepard slid it over her bottom, the gentle play of rough lace sliding from between her buttcheeks, the subtle hiss as damp fabric was peeled off of wet skin. The lewd sound thundered through the silence as if her surroundings had decided to pause themselves in order to amplify her moment of denudement. A breeze around her legs, a scrape of lace against ankles, and it was done. Liara T’Soni was laid bare before the universe.
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The new position sent a jolt of submissive desire through her body. It was her single favorite part of becoming a sex kitten, although not for the most obvious of reasons. Yes, crawling around forced her to mimic the motions of an animal and yes, it reduced her stature beneath that of her betters, but the part that [i]really[/i] stoked her desire was the exposure. The way her tits hung unglamorously beneath her, the way the posture parted her buttocks, exposing her nether lips and puckered asshole to anyone who cared to look - more than anything else, it was those things that most strongly signified her newfound status as an animal. It had taken her a considerable bit of thought to figure out [i]why[/i] that was the case, and when she finally got around to explaining her findings to Shepard she did so with more than a hint of satisfaction.
Wrapped up in a slinky dress, her breasts were capable of instilling desire in others, with her as the gatekeeper. Hidden away between her legs, her sex held a similar allure and power. Put bluntly, they had value in a world of social interactions, friendship, romance, and machination - value that sub-sapient animals were not able to leverage with comparable sophistication. By forcing her to parade around with her tits hanging out and sex exposed, she was denied participation in even the rudimentary underpinnings of sapient society, cast down into a world where the most she might hope from her body would be for her glistening, swollen vulva to betray her rut to the world at large. No dashing princess (or handsome spectre) would ever need to woo her in this state. With her sex perpetually on display, she did not need to be persuaded to open her legs - she could simply be mounted and fucked into submission by any male with the means to catch her.
She did [i]not[/i] explain to Shepard her most secret and treasured humiliation of them all: she absolutely adored being made to prance around with her anus out in the open. If there was one thing that intelligent life forms had in common, it was a desire to project a positive image of themselves - a process which included, as a very first step, the hiding of messy bodily functions and the body parts that engaged in them. Stripping her of covering in this area was tantamount to banishing her from the list of life forms capable of complex reasoning, resurrecting an indignity that had been buried by her people aeons ago in order to apply it specifically to her in a very visible and public fashion. Anyone who so much as glanced at her bottom would know her shame.
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“Good girl!” Shepard cooed, stroking her hand down Liara’s side, a mischievous grin on her face.
Liara purred, nuzzling her owner’s leg until a gentle tug persuaded her to turn her attention back to the path. With a quick backwards glance to confirm that Shepard had picked up her clothes, she crawled off after her mistress, bell tinkling merrily with each step.
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A/N: Whew! That was one long striptease XD hope it was enjoyable. Apologies if I got too philosophical in the bit about Liara's, err, favorite parts. I mean, she *is* an intellectual, so it's not really out of character, but I'm going for "hot" not "dissertation." More kinky fun times to follow, let me know what you liked (and didn't like) about this installment :D
PS: I have a bad habit of getting a bit excessive with the vocabulary, but I can try to tone it down if it gets bothersome. Just let me know.
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I really like this story but comments help me motivate myself to actually do the writing. Here, have an update :)
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