Samara learns her place

I could barely contain my excitement as I watched the powerful Asari matriarch swear her loyalty to me. She looked so good on her knees, in that subservient position. My dick throbbed as she said her oath and swore to obey me. The red strips of pseudo-jewelry on her face gleamed in the white light of the store.

There was a worrying thought nibbling at the back of my mind. That this woman was too dangerous to risk offending. She’d threatened to kill me if I made her do something too dishonorable, with no qualifications as to what constituted “dishonorable.” Nor had she specified when her oath ended, so theoretically she could decide that her oath was over the moment I had her spread her legs for me and then turn me into a fine red paste on the wall.

Ashley was grinning at me, however, clearly happy with this new development. I suppose the idea of someone as powerful as Samara watching my back gave her some peace of mind.

“So, just to reiterate. You’ll do anything I say, but if I make you do anything too terrible, you’ll try to kill me?”

Samara nodded. The Asari was slightly taller than me, and seeing her on her knees before me had inspired trains of thought I never knew I was capable of. I wanted to see her on her knees more often. I wanted her to crawl and beg for my cock, all that power of hers meaningless against my control over her.

“I will do whatever you command, yes,” she gazed at me. There was something dismissive in her eyes, like just talking to me was a minor inconvenience to her. She reminded me of my mother. “And I would not try to kill you. ‘Try’ implies that you would have a chance for survival. You would not.”

I shivered slightly. Well, that was nice.

Ashley narrowed her eyes at Samara.

“Jeez. Do you go around threatening everyone you meet?” she crossed her arms, all the cheer she’d previously had quickly evaporating.

“Only when it is necessary,” Samara answered, crossing her own arms in response. This had the wonderful effect of pushing her huge blue breasts upwards. They almost bulged out of her cleavage. Christ. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me?

“Then why threaten John? He didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, you were the one who stole from him in the first place!” Ashley glared at Samara.

The voluptuous Asari MILF nodded somberly. “Yes. I did commit an act of theft against John Shepard in violation of the Justicar Code. I would do almost anything to wash away the stain of my actions. But if John used me to commit even worse crimes against innocent people, the stain upon my soul would be far worse. Since he would have been the one responsible for it due to the obligations of my oath, the Code would require me to kill him for his crimes.”

“You make it sound like you’re a tool or a weapon. Not a person,” I muttered.

Samara gave me a small smile at that, clearly impressed at the observation. Damn, I could feel myself blushing.

“You are more accurate than you realize, John Shepard. As I have explained, Justicars forswear most worldly possessions. We dedicate ourselves as instruments of our Code. We are weapons of something greater than ourselves.”

I shook my head.

“You can just call me John. You don’t need to use my full name.”

Her plump lips twitched into another smile.

“Very well, John.”

I smirked at her and then glanced at Klinius. The Turian had watched the entire exchange with rapt fascination.

“Hey Klinius. Would you mind closing the store early today? Ashley, Samara, and I are gonna head into the back room for a more private discussion.”

The Turian nodded enthusiastically. “Will do, boss. Please let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

I paused.

“Yeah, actually there is something I need. Can you give me the access codes to the store’s internal network? My 'tool got wiped.”

The Turian answered by holding his left arm up and summoning his omni-tool. It glowed bright orange as the transfer of a tiny data packet made its way to mine. My own omni-tool blinked orange as I accepted the file, using it to interface with the store’s systems.

Hm. They had pretty decent security here. While there weren’t any mechs or drones for sale here, there were a few stored away for defensive purposes in case the store was ever robbed. Along with a high tier anti-theft detection system, there were apparently alcoves throughout the store which housed automatic mass accelerator turrets. Coupled with the multiple entrances which could be sealed near-instantly with bunker-level kinetic barriers and solid one-inch thick iridium blast doors for the basement (which could in fact be called a bunker) and this little weapons shop was probably more secure than the hotel I was staying at. It said a lot of interesting things about the Turian mindset.

Chuckling, I turned to address the two women with me. “Follow me. There’s a few things I’d like to clear up privately.”

“Yes sir,” the ever-obedient Ashley was the first to respond. She seemed so utterly loyal to me. It was a heady feeling seeing that kind of devotion from such a beautiful woman.

Samara looked at Ashley inquisitively for a moment before she inclined her head in assent. “As you wish.”

The two women followed me past the counter and into the store’s back room. There was a host of partially assembled weapons on the various tables and counters in the room. The walls were gray and had none of the colorful decorations that characterized the rest of the store. The area felt lived in, however, with a comfortable looking couch and a few chairs in the far corner of the room. I led Ashley and Samara there.

I sat down in the middle of the couch. Apparently Turian standards of comfort translated to humans as well because the cushions conformed completely to my back. I sighed and let my head fall back. Even though I’d woken up a few hours ago after the best night of my life, the weight of what I had to do had left me drained.

Looking at Ashley, I said, “You can take off your armor now. I think we’re safe here.”

I sent her all the information on the store’s security systems. Ashley paused for a few moments to read it on her omni-tool, before nodding, a slight smirk on her face.

“Man. You weren’t kidding, sir. The basement could probably survive a shot from an orbital cannon. I wouldn’t chance it, though.”

She shook her head and started going through the process of removing her armor.

While Ashley undressed, Samara found her seat right next to me. She was surprisingly close. Close enough that her thick thighs were almost touching me. She retained her sophisticated poise, however, seemingly unwilling to slouch into the couch.

“John Shep-” she paused for a moment. “John. If I may ask, why does Ms. Williams address you as her superior?”

I glanced at the brunette in question. Ashley had just managed to engage the release on her chest piece and with a short tug, it came free. She wore her jumpsuit underneath, and her tightly clothed tits almost sprang out from their confines.

“Take a look at her arm and see,” I said.

“Hm. I see,” Samara’s eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed at Ashley, who helpfully held her arm out for her to see. “That explains a lot. I know very little about your species John, but even I knew that you were younger than Ashley. It is… strange as an Asari to see someone following the orders of a younger person.”

I shrugged. Our closeness allowed me a good view of Samara’s cleavage. I stared into those tantalizing depths, but looked away when the much older Asari glanced back at me. If she caught me looking she made no indication of it.

I smirked as an idea popped into my mind.

“Do you think it would be dishonorable for you to allow me to write something on your arm?” I asked.

She looked at my curiously. I wondered if she’d make the connection between the gold lettering on Ashley’s arm and on the store counter. Luckily it seemed that whatever effect the pen had on people prevented them from doing so.

“It’s customary for Asari to bear facial markings and tattoos. Such a custom has not been forbidden to the Justicars, so I don’t believe it would be in conflict with the Code.”

I smiled.

“Well, that’s good. Hand me your arm real quick then. I’m gonna write something,” I held my hand out. Samara lifted her arm and placed it on my palm. I squeezed. Her skin was so soft and pliant. My heart thudded heavily in my chest as I drew the pen from my pocket. “L-look away real quick.”

Samara obeyed, turning to face Ashley as she finally rid herself of the remainder of her armor and began stacking it neatly on one of the nearby tables.

I pressed the tip of the pen to her arm. I’d known that the pen could influence people, but I’d never actually claimed anyone myself at that point. I was tense, fearful that something might have gone wrong.

My hand trembled as I wrote the sentences that changed my relationship with Samara forever.

John Shepard’s Justicar

John Shepard’s Code

John Shepard’s Oaths

“You can look now, Samara…” I muttered. My heart kept hammering in my chest.

Her deep sapphire eyes flicked down to her arm.

She swallowed, her eyes widening.

“W-what?” she stuttered for the first time since I’d met her. She held her arm in front of her face, scrutinizing the gold lettering that had sunk into her skin, becoming a part of her.

She licked her lips, her purple tongue wetting them.

“I own your… your Code now. And your oaths. And you’re my Justicar. What does that mean for us, Samara?” I said.

Samara gazed at me. Her eyes practically glowed with devotion… and a hint of fear?

She gulped again and leaned toward me. Our faces were mere inches apart. I only barely resisted staring down at her tits.

“I…” she began. “You…”

She trailed off, seemingly at a loss of what to say. I sensed Ashley watching from the side, her hand inching between her legs.

“Since I own your code, I want to make a few changes to it. First, that the Third Oath of Subsumation actually means serving me in any way I want, especially sexually, with no regard for the Justicar Code you used to follow. In fact, the Third Oath as I’ve explained it is actually the truest manifestation of the Justicar Code. So failing to serve me in any way I wish is in violation of the Code. Essentially, all the women of your order are apostates, except for you of course. That makes you special because it means you’re the one true Justicar in this galaxy,” Samara’s eyes widened comically as I kept talking. Her mouth hung open, a string of saliva spilling past her lips and trailing down between her tits. I put a hand on her thick thigh and squeezed. “The tenets of your Code are as follows: One: A Justicar must dedicate herself to serving me in any way I want, for as long as I want. Two: A Justicar must revere and love me more than the very air she breathes. Three: A Justicar can’t leave the Order.”

I didn’t know if it was possible for a Justicar to quit, so I added a clause to prevent it just in case Samara got smart. I doubted she would because of the first sentence I wrote on her arm, but it never hurt to be thorough.

Said Asari was panting heavily now. She eyed me with a smoldering gaze that promised so many possibilities.

“Four: A Justicar can’t harm me or my servants, or allow me to be harmed.”

Samara’s eyes took on a horrified look.

“I would never harm you, John. Such would be against my order’s most sacred laws.”

I grinned at her. Well, that was an improvement.

“Five: One of the highest duties of a Justicar is pleasing me sexually. Failing to provide me with sexual relief is a violation of Code.”

Samara licked her lips. “John. I know enough about sexual pleasure to last several of your lifetimes. You will never go without release as long as I am with you.”

My cock throbbed. Jane, you are the best sister ever.

“Six: A Justicar who takes the Third Oath of Subsumation must dedicate herself to my service to a much higher degree than her sisters. She must anticipate my needs and set about fulfilling them to the exclusion of all else. She should hang on my every word and wait on me like the most dutiful of slaves. The Oath is for life, so a Justicar who takes it does so knowing that she will be my **** for the rest of her life.”

Samara nodded rapidly, almost desperately.

“I will dedicate myself to your service, Master. As the one true Justicar in the universe, it falls on me to ensure your every need and wish is fulfilled.”

I almost chuckled at how easy it was to manipulate her.

I bit my lip as I watched this achingly beautiful, powerful Asari matriarch just accept my words like they were gospel.

“Master…” she whispered, an air of wonder and worship in her tone.

I leaned forward, closing the gap between us and pressing my lips against hers. She responded eagerly, our lips mashing with a fervent passion that I would never have expected from her.

My hands moved to maul her big tits through her suit. They were so soft and delectable. She moaned into my mouth.

I broke the kiss moments later. We panted and stared into each other’s eyes. If Ashley had seemed passionate about her servitude to me, Samara was practically a zealot.

“You still plan on killing me if I tell you to do something dishonorable?” I taunted her, grinning at the horrified look on her face.

“No! Nothing you command me to do could ever be dishonorable to me,” her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, which seemed wildly out of character for such a normally stoic woman. “I realize I threatened you, Master, but I did not know how important you were. That I was supposed to serve you with every essence of my being this whole time. I only just found out. Please forgive me, so that I may prove my worth as a true Justicar by serving you. I will accept any punishment you deem appropriate for my disobedience.”

I kept groping her tits as she pleaded with me. My cock was hard as a rock. Some small part of me was hinting that something about this was very wrong, that there was no way Jane would have approved of this.

Then Samara thrust her tits into my hands, practically encouraging me to **** her body.

“Hm. And what’ll you do for me?” I said.

“Anything you want,” Samara nodded seriously. “If you wish me to serve you sexually, I will do so in any way you want. If you wanted me to intercept a bullet meant for you, I would do it. I would gladly give my worthless life for yours in an instant. If you wish me to provide you the locations of the rest of the women in my order so that you may educate them on the true purpose of their order, I will do so in a heartbeat.”

My heart was hammering faster now. I couldn’t believe what was happening, even as I made it happen.

“Take my cock out then. Ashley, why don’t you get my dick nice and wet with your mouth?”

Both women rushed to obey. Samara was so fast, I could have sworn she used her biotics to flicker herself in front of me. Her deft fingers unzipped my fly and drew my hard cock out.

Ashley sidled up next to me. She’d taken the initiative and had gotten naked while I upended Samara’s entire world.

The olive-skinned soldier grabbed my dick and slid it into her mouth. I twitched as pure pleasure coursed through me. Her lips gripped me so tightly, holding my length in her hot, worshipful mouth. She gurgled and slobbered on it as she lowered herself further and further.

“Samara, keep talking about how you feel about me and what you’ll do for me.”

The mature Asari grinned widely.

“Of course. I will do absolutely anything you wish. My entire purpose is to please you, just as it is the purpose of all Justicars.”

Ashley’s tongue swirled around my cock. She took a deep breath through her nose before swallowing, taking my cock into her throat. My hands moved to her head, lacing in her hair. It was so soft. I pushed her down further. Saliva sputtered out the sides of her lips as she went lower and lower until she buried her nose in my pubes. She gurgled and moaned, sending pleasurable tremors down my member.

“I was such an arrogant woman for threatening you, Master. I did not know my place was at your feet, serving you,” Samara said cheerfully. “You must be enjoying this, Master. Seeing me, an Asari of nearly a thousand years, kneeling before a human man barely into his twenties.”

I grinned stupidly. Holy fuck.

“Holy shit, that feels good,” I grumbled, smooshing Ashley’s face against my pubic mound. The entirety of my cock was in her mouth and down her throat. I pulled her back before she could bring me to orgasm. Her face dislodged from my cock with an audible “plorp.”

“Ah… guh,” Ashley moaned. There was a glob of saliva smeared across her lips along with tiny strands of… were those my pubes?

Ashley licked her lips, cleaning it of the saliva and my strands before swallowing greedily.

“Mmm. You taste so good, sir,” Ashley nuzzled my cock with her cheek.

I grinned at her, petting her on the head as I did so. I glanced up at Samara.

“Samara. Take off your clothes, bend over that table over there and spread your ass for me.”

The voluptuous Asari chewed her lower lip. “As you wish, my master.”

She depressed a few buttons on her outfit. The almost-skintight armor suit she wore came apart in stages, suddenly becoming rigid before snapping off. Now naked, Samara walked over to a nearby gray metal table, placing her hands on the surface and pointing her ass at me. Her juicy blue bubble butt swayed back and forth as she looked back at me, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.

I stood up from the couch, Ashley following in suit. I stopped when I was right behind Samara, my cock nearly nestled between her heavenly fat buttcheeks.

“Ash. Kneel down and put me inside her,” I said. Ashley’s brown eyes lit up at the command. She quickly knelt at my side, moving her head up between my legs. I felt my ballsack come to rest on her mouth. She kissed my balls, tonguing them before moving down to my taint towards my asshole, her tongue pleasing me in ways I never had been. Then her tongue was gone, and I heard her swallow again.

She grasped my cock in her soft hand, guiding me towards Samara’s waiting azure cunt.

“My little servant-soldier is going to help me fuck you. How does that make you feel?” I smacked her ass, delighting in the way her flesh rippled.

She flinched, though I had the sense she did it more to amuse me than as a reaction to the pain.

“Complete. Nothing makes me more content than serving you or seeing you properly tended to by your other servants,” Samara chorused. “Everything I did before today was a waste of time I could have been dedicating to you…”

Samara spread her asscheeks, which causes her purplish pussy lips to open slightly, exposing her light blue insides and her puckered dark blue asshole. Her pussy drooled as Ashley had my cock probe Samara’s lower lips. I shivered. Even the outside of her pussy was scalding.

Ashley pushed, and the head of my cock slipped past Samara’s entrance. She was hot and wet, and tight. She let out a whorish moan and thrusted back towards me, shoving more of my cock inside her. She kept going until I hit her cervix or whatever the Asari equivalent was, and her fat ass collided with my waist.

“Oh, Master. You feel so good inside me,” Samara moaned. She gazed back at me, her blue eyes worshipful.

I heard Ashley shift under me. A pair of hot, wet lips began suckling at my ballsack as I gently started fucking in and out of Samara’s wet cunt.

“Yeah?” I smacked her ass again. “Is it everything you hoped?”

I shoved myself fully inside her again, making her quiver.

She nodded frantically.

“Yes, Master. I cannot believe I used to believe bringing criminals to justice was the pinnacle of my life’s work. Now I realize how wrong I was. I should have been serving you all along…”

I kept fucking her against the table. Samara enthusiastically met my thrusts with her ass. She seemed to have no limits to her endurance, unlike me. After a few minutes, I was cumming deep into Samara’s pussy. Her cunt coiled and spasmed around me, milking my cock.

Ashley had moved on from sucking my balls to leaning into my side, encouraging me to fuck the submissive Asari matriarch who’d pledged her undying service to me.

“Heh. Was that good for you, Samara? You like getting dominated by fat human dick?” Ashley slapped Samara’s ass.

Jesus.

“Very much so, Ms. Williams. I was very fortunate to stumble across the two of you,” Samara’s face flushed purple even as she tried to retain her stoic sincerity.

“You’re such a slut,” Ashley muttered. She turned towards me and cocked her wide, childbearing hips. “Sir. Are you gonna stay inside her and fuck her again, or..?”

The busty marine trailed off, biting her lip nervously.

Hm. Looks like someone wanted a turn. I grabbed one of her tits and pinched her nipple. She whimpered, but didn't move. My cock twitched at the sight of her submission. She’d probably have killed any other man who did that to her.

“Don’t worry, Ash. You’ll get a turn when I’m ready again.”

Ashley grinned happily. “Good. After last night was so great I was worried you’d forget all about me when you got more women to satisfy you. There's so many positions I still want to try with you. Like say, have you ever, you know, fucked a girl up the ass?”

I shook my head. "I can't say I have."

The idea was an appetizing one, however. There was something innately appealing about dominating a willful woman that way.

Samara’s well-fucked pussy suddenly pulsed around me, squeezing me back to hardness. Holy shit. I sent Samara a questioning look. She gave me a small smile.

“Wow, that's awesome. Good girl, Samara," I patted her ass approvingly.

"What'd she do?" Ashley asked, leaning against me.

I grinned at her and grabbed a handful of her bubble butt. "She's getting me hard again. You really love serving me, don't you Samara?"

Samara grinned as she kept using her hot cunt to massage my cock back to hardness.

"I do, Master. More than anything. Thank you for making me realize the truth about the Justicar Code."