Detained

Liara kept close to John as they were marched into the local Illium police station. The station was situated along the middle level of the skyscraper they faced, with several levels below and above occupied by apartments and the various businesses that worked on Illium.

She hadn’t had very many run-ins with the police. They were usually occupied by the mercenary and gang activity that spilled onto Illium from the Terminus Systems.

The police had taken their weapons before allowing them into the skycars that transported them there.

Her eyes flicked over to John.

John had very nearly died because she had trusted Nyxeris. If Samara and Ashley had not been with John, he would probably be dead. Guilt churned within her like the magma beneath Therum's surface. She resolved herself to never be as trusting of anyone again, not unless they were under her owner's control.

To complicate matters further, John had killed a man. She was sure that it was his first, but he didn’t seem too bothered. If anything, he seemed angry at the questioning looks and pestering comments his mother had been sending him ever since the two of them had been reunited.

The admiral’s steely green gaze had narrowed when she saw Liara, but she held firm. She was finally united with her owner. She would happily endure anything just to be in his presence.

“I don’t see why you have to arrest us. We were only defending ourselves. Last I checked, self-defense was perfectly legal on Illium!” John’s mother was ahead of the procession, currently butting heads with the highest ranking officer in the station. Detective Anaya, her name was. Liara had heard her name mentioned by more than one of her clients, and usually not in a positive light.

They most likely tried to buy her and she refused their bribes. I’m surprised none of them have tried to have her killed.

The detective, for her part, seemed nervous, but not because an Alliance Admiral was arguing with her. Her eyes kept drifting behind Liara, where Samara stood. The Justicar was one of the few prisoners allowed to uncuffed aside from John and his mother.

Liara smiled thinly.

The officers are very lucky Samara is under John’s control. No Justicar would allow herself to be contained by authorities such as this. It would impede her mission and her Code would never allow that.

“Sheesh, that woman sure can carry on, can’t she?” Ashley muttered. She stood next to Samara, fierce as she had ever known her. She was glad to see her friend again, even if they hadn’t started off on the best of terms. Fighting alongside her had been a good reminder of old times long past. Better times, when the Normandy still flew.

When Jane was alive.

She crushed the feeling as soon as it sprung up within her. Despite Cerberus’ promise, she wasn’t very hopeful that the woman she loved would ever be coming back.

And I’ve still yet to inform John of what I’ve done.

She had some idea of how he would react. She had, after all, loved Jane more than anyone, even her own mother in some ways.

Liara sighed at the memory of Benezia, of her failure to give her mother what she had so desperately wanted. She’d begged Liara to kill her and free her from Sovereign’s indoctrination, but she couldn’t.

Jane, Goddess preserve you, why did you have to be so merciful?

They’d imprisoned Benezia aboard the Normandy. Doctor Chakwas had done a surgery to inhibit the nerves utilized by Asari to control their biotics, leaving Benezia nothing but a shell totally corrupted by the Reapers. They had brought her kicking and screaming to the Matriarchs of Thessia, her once serene and imperious gaze now wide and red with madness.

They would heal her she’d reasoned. Jane had been quick to agree with her, though Liara knew now that she was only trying to make her feel better.

Now, almost two years since she’d given the woman who had her mother’s voice and body to the Matriarchs, a woman who would not hesitate to **** her own daughter in cold blood. She’d heard nothing positive since then. They’d made no progress in rehabilitating her. She had hours, days of footage of her mother howling at any observers who came near, taunting them with the inevitability of their coming doom.

All dismissed as the ravings of a madwoman. None of the Matriarchs believe in the Reapers. Her calls are falling on deaf ears.

“I’m aware of Illium’s laws,” Detective Anaya stared the admiral down. “As of now, we don’t have any evidence that points to self-defense. Our officers are still canvasing the scene. If they report back to me with information that corroborates your story, I’ll release you. Until then, you’ll have to stay in the holding cells. It’s standard procedure.”

“Ridiculous backwater shithole,” John’s mother ground out. She looked like she wanted to say more, but held back. Her marines, armored but unarmed, formed a circle around her as well as they could manage with the officers watching their every move.

“Remove their hardsuits,” Anaya ordered her officers. There was a flurry of motion as their group was set upon by Asari officers, most of whom were Matrons of varying ages. She wondered how many of them had been on the opposite side of the law in their Maiden years.

A particularly voluptuous Asari approached John. She had attractive violet eyes that complimented her dark blue skin. Her form-fitting police jumpsuit hugged her large breasts and wide hips like a second skin.

Liara’s owner smiled.

“Hey there. My name’s John. John Shepard. What’s yours?”

The Asari’s lips twitched upward.

“I’m Officer Larna Agria. Do you mind taking off that hardsuit for me?” she asked.

John quirked an eyebrow.

“Not at all. Just let me get something out of the pocket real quick. It isn’t a weapon, I promise,” he reached towards his suit compartment.

Goddess, is that where he’s keeping the artifact?

“Stop!” Larna put a hand on his arm. John sighed, but went still. “Keep your hands where I can see them.”

Liara stared at Larna as she reached into John’s suit compartment. Larna drew her hand back. Enclosed within her fingers was the Prothean artifact. Their one hope of survival against the Reaper onslaught.

John’s eyes flicked towards hers.

Liara readied her biotics. She would have to act fast and hopefully Samara would back her up. They were woefully outnumbered and outgunned, but with an Asari Matriarch on her side Liara was more than willing to take her chances if it meant preventing Illium Police from taking the artifact anywhere away from its master.

Just as she was about to spring into action, Larna’s eyes glassed over. She stared at the artifact intently, as if it held the answer to every question she’d ever had. It glowed beautifully against the blue-white lights of the police station. Her mouth drooped open slightly.

Suddenly, the officer turned towards John. Wordlessly, she held out the pen in front of her. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, unseeing.

Liara stared at her, marveling at the officer’s blank face.

So this is the power of the artifact.

Her pussy tingled. She imagined Officer Larna begging John to write a few sentences on her skin and shackle her to him forever.

Her owner sent her a questioning look. She smiled and nodded.

Take it, John. The artifact is yours, and yours alone. She mouthed and only barely resisted rubbing her thighs together.

John smirked and nodded back at her. He stared at Larna for a moment before reaching a cautious hand out towards the pen. He plucked it from her fingers easily. Larna didn’t react other than to lower her arm to her side.

Thinking quickly, John detached the lower portion of his hardsuit. It opened with a hiss and clattered to the floor. He slid the artifact into his pant pocket and zippered it shut.

Larna blinked and shook her head. Her eyes refocused on John, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Liara narrowed her eyes at her.

Before the day is over, you will belong to my owner. I’ll make sure of it.

“I see you’ve already gotten started on that hardsuit. Good. Take the rest off and I’ll escort you to your holding cell,” she said.

John made small talk with the officer as he undressed. He seemed good with people despite his aptitude for engineering. She’d asked Jane once if her brother struggled with social situations like she did, but Jane had been quick to correct her. Sometimes she envied people like him and Jane. Growing up, she’d often found it difficult to converse with others. All of her peers had been interested in dancing and seeing the universe.

She’d preferred her books, studies, and archaeological digs. The dead ruins of long-forgotten civilizations didn’t pester her with questions about her mother or tease her for digging in the dirt instead of hopping on the fast track to the heart of Thessian politics.

“All done. So. Now that you’ve gotten me out of my armor, what are you going to do with me?” John said.

Officer Larna laughed.

“Escort you to your cell, of course. I can’t do much better than that, unfortunately. If it does turn out that you acted in self-defense and you’re released, then we can see about changing that.”

“You,” Larna turned to face Liara. The dark-blue Asari looked her up and down. “Liara T’soni. You’re with him.”

Liara nodded numbly, but inwardly she was a celebrating.

I’ll finally be alone with my owner, for the first time. At last. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…

Her pussy gushed and pulsed. Her asshole clenched, as if around an invisible invader.

She bit her lip to stop herself from humming with anticipation.

First we need a plan to get free. Thankfully, John still has the artifact. Once we’re in our cell and the guards are gone, we can set things in motion.

Liara fell into step beside John as he followed Larna out of the processing center. She felt the admiral’s eyes on them as they left the room, but it hardly bothered her now. She was next to her owner, ready to assist him in any way he needed or wished.

This is where I belong.

They entered a hallway with gray-blue metallic walls lit by white light strips that lined the upper corners of the hallways. They didn’t encounter any officers as they moved through the hallway.

They’re probably busy processing everything that happened in the market square.

A few minutes passed. Larna stopped in front of a rectangular indent in the wall. She summoned her omni-tool. It glowed orange as she typed something into the haptic interface.

With a low hiss, the rectangular indent swished open from the bottom, revealing a room beyond. The walls were gray-blue just like the hallway, but it was small. Smaller than her office and with no windows to the outside world. It was sparsely populated, with two bunks, a sink, and a toilet.

“There you are,” Larna gestured for them to enter.

John took the lead, entering the room and sitting down on a bunk. Liara followed him almost automatically, like he had a leash around her neck. She felt something tug at her, compelling her to be near him.

“Nice,” John muttered. He pursed his lips into a thin line as he surveyed the cell. “Well, there’s room for three if you want to keep us company, Larna.”

The violet-eyed Asari smiled at him.

“If you weren’t a suspect, I might take you up on that offer. Now sit tight. I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding and you’ll be released soon,” she turned to look at Liara and smirked. “Don’t get up to any funny business while I’m gone, kids.”

She typed another set of commands into her omni-tool. Their cell door closed shut. She heard a set of footsteps against metal. The sound receded until she heard nothing aside from the air being pumped into the room through a vent somewhere, and John’s beautiful rhythmic breathing.

“So,” John addressed her. “Alone at last, huh?”

“Yes. It’s certainly not the way I’d have imagined it, however,” Liara replied tentatively. Goddess, she wasn’t sure how to act around him. She’d known Jane well enough to predict how she’d react to virtually anything, but John was a mystery to her.

John chuckled. It was a beautiful sound. She wanted to hear more of it.

“Yeah, the last couple of hours have been pretty eventful.”

You killed your first man. Does that not bother you?

Liara stepped closer to him. She still wore the revealing dress she had when they met earlier. She’d done a lot of research into the preferences of heterosexual human males and was happy to learn that the majority of them found her species attractive. From the way John had treated Samara and obviously enjoyed feeling Liara’s breasts, he was one of them.

She watched as he traced his eyes along her supple curves. Something warm fluttered in her chest, and her pussy tingled. There was pride, too, from being desired by someone so handsome and strong. She bit her lip and leaned forward slightly.

John’s eyes flicked to her cleavage, drinking in the size of her breasts. She’d never liked how large they were until now.

She stepped closer to him and gestured to his bunk. “May I?”

“Sure, come sit,” he patted the area of the bed next to him. She turned around and bent over slightly so that her rear was pointed in his direction. She gave her plump ass a deliberate shake before sitting down next to John.

Goddess, I’m not next to him. I’m mashed up against him like a stripper.

He was so warm and hard and strong. She leaned towards him slightly and took a deep breath from her nose, inhaling his scent. It was sweet and overpowering to her senses. It reminded her so much of Jane and of their nights together that she almost whimpered out of pure desperation.

“How are you feeling?” she whispered as she stared at him.

He met her gaze without flinching.

“Not too bad. I thought I’d feel terrible if I ever had to kill someone, but,” he paused, a considering look on his face.

Liara dared to continue his line of reasoning.

“It was either you or him,” she nodded. “Everyone who served with Jane made the same choice, and it was the right one. We are working to save not only ourselves, but a galaxy of trillions.”

She leaned even closer to him, her breasts hugging his arm, their faces almost touching.

“You are remarkably strong, John. It took me years to come to terms with the reality you faced today. There is so much still to be done that will test your strength. If you ever need anyone to help you, please don’t hesitate to use me,” she whispered. They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

Surprisingly, it was he who made the first move.

His lips pressed against hers softly. She responded, but didn’t escalate the kiss. A strong arm snaked its way behind her. His hand grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed possessively, forcing her against him. She moaned appreciatively and rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy practically drooled with arousal as her owner **** her to mash her body against his chest. Her breasts squished against his chest and she was sure he could feel how hard her nipples were.

The hand that had been on her neck trailed lower, gliding down her back before settling on her plump rear. He gave it a squeeze.

Liara moaned.

“More!” she whispered between kisses, her voice hoarse and worn with desperation. She felt as if eons of rain and wind had eroded the part of her soul that instinctively built walls between her and everyone else, exposing her ****, soft center.

She was open to John, her owner. Her master. Her god. Her everything. Completely and utterly open and obedient and devoted. She would hold nothing back from him, and the very thought of denying him anything sent waves of disgust trembling through her.

Liara stood for a moment, breaking their kiss. Without any prompting from John, but under the watch of his adoring blue eyes she undressed herself. The skimpy dress she’d worn lay as a pool around her feet. She stood naked as the day she was born.

Her owner’s eyes widened slightly as he viewed his possession. His property. There was a question in his eyes.

Why are you doing this?

“I’m yours,” she answered, for it was the only one she could give.

When he smiled in response, she knew with absolute certainty that she loved him.

“Come here, Liara,” he said, leaning back on his cot.

She obeyed, climbing on to the bed, her body above his. She stared down into his eyes, waiting for him to decide where to go from there.

He swallowed.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

Liara felt her face heat up.

“I have heard it mentioned once or twice. I certainly would not mind hearing it again from my owner.”

Again and again and again.

John chuckled.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he cupped her face with hand. She sighed and leaned into his touch. “You know, we don’t have to do this Liara. Not if you don’t want to.”

She wanted to growl in frustration, but reigned herself in at the last moment.

How do I convince him that I want this? That I want him? That it is not just the words written on my body that are forcing me to be with him? I am his property, not his sex ****.

An idea popped into her mind. She remembered browsing the extranet for pornographic material featuring a male human and an Asari. One particular video had featured the famed Asari seductress Alora. Many Asari looked down on her for acting in explicit vids well into her Matriarch years, but the notoriety hadn’t seemed to bother her. She had been one of the first Asari to bed a human male, which made the subject of her first human-Asari porn vid all the more appropriate.

The vid had been themed as a fictional alternate first contact between humans and Asari, with Alora playing the captain of an Asari vessel and the human male the young dashing captain of his exploratory ship. In keeping with the theme, the pair pretended that a language barrier existed between them despite their obvious attraction to one another. Rather than wait for her crew to decipher the human language, she brought him to her private quarters and melded with him.

The sex that had followed had been among the most passionate she had ever seen in such vids. It had reminded her of how intense her lovemaking with Jane had been, when the two of them had linked their minds. Every sensation was shared and magnified, echoing intensely against a chamber of mutual understanding that went beyond the material world.

I want to meld with John. He needs to know how I feel about him. He needs to understand me.

“John, there’s something I need to show you. Will you meld with me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please?”

John traced his hands down her neck to her breasts. He began massaging them as she waited for his answer.

“Can’t you just tell me?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“I can, but you might not believe me or understand. I don’t want to take that risk,” she said.

And I don’t want our first time together to be just physical. I want more.

“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ve experienced a meld before, so I kind of know what to expect. But what do we do if one of the officers comes in and interrupts us?”

Liara smiled.

“The artifact, John. Use it. Claim the cell as yours. Whoever comes through that door will have to abide by your dictates in order to enter,” she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice. It felt good to finally have a plan; a way forward for the future. She had lost more than a lover when Jane had died. Now, it felt like she had reunited with a vital piece of herself.

John reached one of his hands downward, trailing it along her chest and abdomen before finally reaching her thighs. They hugged his pelvis closely, and she could feel his manhood hardening against her pussy, separated from her only by the thin material of his pants.

Goddess, I want him inside me!

She shifted slightly to allow him access to his pant pockets, but John seemed to have other ideas.

With a smirk, he groped her thigh. She hissed when he pinched her sensitive skin before trailing his hand upward until he reached her pussy.

“Ah!” she gasped.

His grin widened and his face took on a predatory hue.

“Damn, you’re really wet down there Liara. Do I turn you on that much?” he trailed his fingers over her clit, making her whimper.

“Y-yes.”

He withdrew his hand. She whined in frustration.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

Liara’s already-frayed inhibitions and walls came crumbling down.

“Yes! Yes, I’m wet for you! You turn me on so much! Please, John. Claim the cell and then do whatever you want with me! I can’t take this much longer!” she begged like a submissive **** would her all-powerful master. The comparison summoned images of herself kneeling before John, a collar around her neck attached to a leash he held in his hand. Her pussy clenched and drooled with arousal. Her breath quickened, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to show all of the Matriarchs on Thessia what had become of Benezia’s wayward daughter.

A dark thought wriggled itself into her mind.

Maybe one day I’ll convince John to claim them and make them all kneel beside me to worship their savior.

She was brought out of her thoughts when John grasped the artifact in his hand. He leaned over slightly to press it against the wall and wrote.

John Shepard’s cell

Liara smiled as she felt the artifact’s power reshape her mind, knocking away her old thoughts until she recognized the cell for what it was: John’s property.

Just like me.

“That should do it. So, you ready?” John put the artifact back in his pant pocket.

Her heart thudded heavily in her chest. She started grinding her pussy against his clothed manhood.

“I have never been more ready for anything in my life. Relax, John. Embrace eternity!”