Edge Play

The medical bay’s sterile air was thick with tension, the faint hum of the scanner barely audible over Shepard’s racing heartbeat. Her body was a paradox—rigid yet trembling, fighting against the flood of sensations coursing through her. She tried to focus, to ground herself, but Liara’s presence was overwhelming. The asari stood mere feet away, her piercing blue eyes fixed on the console, yet Shepard could feel the weight of her gaze as if it were a physical touch. Something is wrong with me, Shepard thought, her nails digging into her palms. Something is very, very wrong.

Liara’s slender fingers danced across the interface, the soft clicks of her nails against the keys somehow deafening in the silence. She tilted her head, her brow furrowing as she studied the data. “Fascinating,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, sending a shiver down Shepard’s spine. “The program is more deeply integrated than I anticipated.”

Shepard’s throat tightened. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice cracking. “What’s happening to me?”

Liara turned to face her, a small, almost cruel smile playing on her lips. “You’re responding exactly as I hoped,” she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “The program is designed to heighten your… receptivity. To make you more… pliable.”

Shepard’s stomach churned. “Pliable?” she repeated, her voice rising. “Liara, what the hell did you do to me?”

The asari stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving Shepard’s. “I’ve simply unlocked a part of you that’s always been there,” she purred, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Shepard’s face. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of heat through Shepard’s body. “A part you’ve been too afraid to embrace.”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her mind spinning. She wanted to pull away, to scream, to fight, but her body betrayed her, leaning into Liara’s touch. “This isn’t me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t want this.”

“Oh, but you do,” Liara murmured, her lips curving into a knowing smile. She pressed her palm against Shepard’s chest, feeling the rapid thrum of her heartbeat. “Your body is telling me the truth, Shepard. Even if your mind refuses to admit it.”

Shepard’s eyes fluttered shut, a moan escaping her lips as Liara’s hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her hip. “Liara… please…” she breathed, her voice barely audible.

“Please what?” Liara asked, her tone teasing. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear. “Tell me what you want, Shepard. Say it.”

Shepard’s mind was a haze of desire and confusion, the program—or whatever Liara had done to her—burning through her defenses. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but the words spilled out before she could stop them. “I want… I want to obey.”

Liara’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Good girl,” she purred, her fingers tightening their grip on Shepard’s hip. “Now, let’s see how far we can take this.”

Shepard’s breath quickened as Liara’s hands moved lower, her touch igniting a fire deep within her. She wanted to protest, to pull away, but her body responded instinctively, arching toward Liara’s touch. “I… I can’t…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Oh, but you can,” Liara murmured, her voice low and commanding. She pressed her lips to Shepard’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “And you will.”

Shepard’s mind clouded with desire as Liara’s hands explored her body, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned softly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Liara’s lips traveled lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Liara…” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. “Please…”

“Please what?” Liara asked, pulling back just enough to meet Shepard’s gaze. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Tell me what you want, Shepard. Say it.”

Shepard hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to form the words. But the program—or whatever it was—had taken hold, flooding her system with raw, unrelenting need. “I… I want you to… to use me,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

Liara’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good girl,” she purred, her fingers tightening their grip. “Now, let’s see how far we can push you.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as Liara’s hands moved lower, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, her mind hazy with desire as Liara’s lips found her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Liara…” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Please… don’t stop…”

Liara’s hands moved with purpose, igniting a fire deep within Shepard. She moaned softly, her breath coming in shallow gasps, as Liara’s touch intensified. “You’re mine now, Shepard,” Liara murmured, her voice low and commanding. “And I intend to make the most of it.”