Needy Justicar.

Samara, who had been watching from the sidelines, her eyes dark with desire, could wait no longer. She stepped forward, her lithe body moving with the grace of a predator approaching its prey. Her eyes met Shepard's for a brief moment, and Shepard knew what was expected of her. She leaned back slightly, her hands moving to grip the edges of the shower floor for balance.

Samara's hands glided over Shepard's shoulders, her touch featherlight despite the intensity of her gaze. She knelt down, bringing her own face level with Shepard's, and whispered, "My turn." There was no malice in her voice, only a quiet authority that brooked no argument.

Without hesitation, Shepard shifted her focus to Samara, her eyes meeting the Asari's. Samara's skin was a deep blue, with glowing tattoos that danced along the curves of her body, hinting at the biotic power that lay dormant beneath. Shepard felt her own arousal build as she took in the alien beauty before her.

Samara leaned in, her lips brushing against Shepard's ear as she whispered, "Show me what you can do, pet." The words sent a shiver down Shepard's spine, and she felt the collar tighten slightly around her neck, a silent reminder of her role.

Her eyes never leaving Shepard's, Samara reached between her own legs, her fingers sliding over her slick folds. She brought her hand to Shepard's mouth, her fingers glistening with her own juices, and held them there. Shepard took the offering without question, her tongue darting out to taste Samara's essence. The sweet, musky flavor filled her mouth, and she knew she was about to experience something new, something she hadn't anticipated.

Samara's gaze never wavered as she watched Shepard's reaction, her eyes half-lidded with desire. She guided Shepard's mouth to her sex, the Asari's mons pressing firmly against the human's cheek. Shepard's tongue darted out again, tentatively exploring the unfamiliar landscape of Samara's body.

The other crew members watched in silence, their breathing ragged as the tension in the room grew. Shepard's eyes closed as she focused on the task at hand, her tongue tracing patterns on Samara's clit, her hands gripping the Asari's hips to steady herself.

Samara's breath hitched as Shepard found a rhythm that pleased her, her body responding to the human's attentions. Shepard felt a strange sense of pride at her ability to bring this powerful woman to the brink, her own arousal building with every moan that escaped Samara's lips.

The water continued to fall around them, mingling with the scent of arousal as the two women moved together. Shepard's mouth worked tirelessly, her tongue flicking and sucking as Samara's hips began to rock against her face. The sound of water splashing against the shower floor was punctuated by the increasingly **** sounds of Samara's pleasure.

And as the tension grew, so did the anticipation of the inevitable climax, the moment when Samara would claim her release from Shepard's eager mouth. The air was thick with desire, and the other crew members could feel it, their own bodies responding to the erotic dance playing out before them.

Samara's eyes grew heavier, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Shepard's tongue swirled around her clit. The Asari's fingers tightened in Shepard's hair, guiding her closer, urging her to give in to the pleasure that was building deep within her. The human obeyed, her movements growing more insistent as she sensed Samara's need for release.

With a final, **** cry, Samara's body tensed, and she came, her hips bucking against Shepard's face. Her cum spurted into Shepard's mouth, and she swallowed it eagerly, her eyes never leaving Samara's. The alien woman's legs trembled as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her body quivering with the intensity of her orgasm.

When she had finally regained control, Samara leaned back, her chest heaving with the effort of her climax. She looked down at Shepard, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. "Very good, pet," she murmured, her voice still thick with desire. She reached down to gently stroke Shepard's cheek, leaving a trail of wetness from her fingertips.