The Justicar

Samara sat on the couch in the dimly lit viewing deck, her eyes fixed on the stars outside the window. Completely naked, her skin seemed to glow in the soft lights of the room, accentuating the curves of her body. She exuded an air of serene elegance, a stark contrast to the raw desire and vulnerability that lingered in the room.

Shepard entered the room, her eyes were drawn to Samara's commanding presence. The air was charged with anticipation, the energy between them crackling with unspoken desires and uncharted territories.

Samara remained still, her gaze steady as she watched her pet approach. Shepard felt a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Hello Pet," Samara greeted, her voice smooth and commanding. Shepard felt a familiar tingle of submission wash over her as she knelt before the imposing Justicar.

"Kneel," Samara ordered, pointing to the spot between her legs. Shepard obeyed without hesitation, her heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and excitement. She found herself drawn to the aura of power and mystery that surrounded Samara, her naked form radiating an otherworldly beauty.

Shepard knelt before Samara, the Justicar's intense gaze bore into her, searching her very soul. Shepard felt exposed and **** under Samara's scrutiny, a thrill running down her spine at the thought of what was to come.

"Are you enjoying your new duties, pet?" Samara asks in a voice that sends shivers down Shepard's spine.

Shepard can feel her pulse quicken at Samara's words, the weight of the question hanging heavy in the air. She looks up to meet Samara's unwavering gaze, feeling a rush of both anticipation and apprehension swirling inside her. The intensity of the moment is palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and uncharted territories.

"Yes, Mistress," Shepard responds, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked with Samara's as she waits for further instruction.

Samara's words hung in the air like a potent spell, swirling around Shepard's mind and body, igniting a fire deep within her. The tone of Samara's voice carried an undeniable authority, a commanding presence that made Shepard's skin prickle with anticipation.

"I'm glad you agreed to be the ship's naked pet," Samara's voice was velvety smooth, sending a shiver down Shepard's spine as she felt the Justicar's toes tracing a tantalizing path along her bare thigh. The sensation was electric, each gentle touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Samara's words resonated with a depth that stirred something primal within Shepard, a sense of belonging and purpose that she couldn't deny.

"Now do what you are best at." Samara pointed to her wet crotch. "Lick." She orders.

Samara's words hung in the air like a potent spell, swirling around Shepard's mind and body, igniting a fire deep within her. The tone of Samara's voice carried an undeniable authority, a commanding presence that made Shepard's skin prickle with anticipation.

Without a word, Shepard slowly lowered her head, her lips brushing against Samara's inner thigh, the warmth of her breath sending a shiver through the Justicar's body. She could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of what was to come palpable between them.

Samara's hand tangled in Shepard's hair, guiding her closer to the source of her desire.