Let her rest.

Jack, satisfied with Shepard's efforts, released her grip on the dog collar, allowing Shepard to catch her breath. The room was filled with an electric energy as the other girls, eager to join in on the action, closed in around Shepard.

Liara stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with desire as she ran her fingers through Shepard's hair, a slow smile playing on her lips. "You have such a talented pet," she murmured, her voice filled with admiration. Without hesitation, she knelt down beside Jack, her fingers tracing Shepard's jawline before lowering her head to meet Shepard's waiting lips.

"Remember all your rules, Pet," Liara murmured, her voice a velvety whisper that resonated within Shepard's core.

Liara's whisper sent shivers down Shepard's spine, reminding her of the rules that governed her interactions with her fellow crewmates. As the alluring asari knelt beside Jack, her azure eyes locked with Shepard's in a silent reminder of the boundaries that defined their dy

Shepard's breath quickened as she felt Liara's fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw, the touch sending a wave of anticipation through her. The air crackled with tension as Liara leaned in, her lips hovering just centimeters away from Shepard's, her gaze unwavering.

"Yes, Mistress." Shepard's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes never leaving Liara's gaze. The asari's words echoed in Shepard's mind, a reminder of the rules that guided her interactions with her fellow crewmates.

Shepard's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and submission as she acknowledged Liara's command. She nodded, the weight of the unspoken contract between them settling over her like a heavy blanket. The rules were clear, the boundaries well-defined, and Shepard knew her place in this intricate dance of power and desire.

"You should get some sleep," Liara told her, her voice a soothing melody that cut through the intensity of the moment. "You're going to need your rest."

Shepard's eyes met Liara's, gratitude and affection shining in their depths. The weight of their unspoken connection thrummed between them, a bond forged through shared experiences and unspoken desires.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Shepard rose from her kneeling position, the intricate network of emotions and desires simmering beneath the surface as she followed Liara's guidance.

The girls gathered around Shepard, their collective presence a soothing balm to the Commander's weary soul. They exchanged quiet, understanding glances as they carefully tucked Shepard into her bed, the soft sheets cocooning her in a comforting embrace. Shepard closed her eyes, letting the combined warmth of her crewmates wash over her, a sense of belonging settling deep within her heart.

As the room grew quiet, Shepard was left alone with her thoughts, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and memories. The events of the evening played out in her mind like a vivid dream, each touch and whispered word etched into her memory with crystal clarity.

As Shepard drifted off to sleep, a quiet whisper escaped her lips, barely audible in the stillness of the room. "I can't believe I'm a naked pet for them all," she mumbled, the weight of the evening's events pressing heavily on her weary mind.

Her thoughts swirled in a hazy mix of arousal and uncertainty, the lingering sensations of desire and submission threading through her subconscious. The soft hum of the ship's engines outside provided a comforting backdrop as Shepard's eyelids grew heavy, the events of the evening slowly fading into the realm of dreams.

In the darkness of her quarters, Shepard's body relaxed, her mind slipping into a realm of shifting shadows and fragmented memories.