Urination

Liara’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear. “You’re trembling,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Do you know what I want from you, Shepard? Do you feel it yet?”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her body arching instinctively toward Liara’s touch. The program—her own neural interface hijacked—was in full control now, flooding her system with a need so raw it left her thoughts scattered. “I… I don’t…” she stammered, her voice barely audible, but Liara cut her off with a sharp cluck of her tongue.

“Shh,” Liara murmured, her fingers trailing down Shepard’s chest until they rested just above the waistband of her pants. “You’re going to do exactly as I say. Aren’t you, Shepard?”

Shepard’s eyes fluttered shut, her body betraying her as she nodded. “Yes,” she breathed, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Yes. Her mind screamed at her to resist, to fight back, but the program had her in its grip, and Liara’s touch was too intoxicating to deny.

“Good,” Liara purred, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, tracing the sensitive skin just above Shepard’s waist. “Because I have a very specific task for you. One that will push you to your limits. Are you ready?”

Shepard’s pulse quickened, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “I… I don’t know…” she whispered, but Liara’s grip tightened, silencing her with a sharp tug on her collar.

“You don’t get to hesitate,” Liara said, her voice firm but laced with a dark promise. “You’re mine now, Shepard. And I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never imagined.”

Without waiting for a response, Liara stepped back, her eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. “Stand up,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Shepard’s body moved before her mind could catch up, her legs shaky as she rose from the medical bed. The cool air of the medical bay brushed against her flushed skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Liara circled her slowly, her gaze raking over Shepard’s body like a hunter appraising its prey.

“Take off your clothes,” Liara ordered, her voice low and commanding. “All of them.”

Shepard’s hands trembled as she reached for the zipper of her uniform, her fingers fumbling with the fabric. The air grew heavy with anticipation as she slowly peeled the layers away, each piece falling to the floor with a soft rustle. Her skin prickled with the intensity of Liara’s gaze, her body bared and ****.

“Beautiful,” Liara murmured, her voice a velvet purr. “But you’re not quite ready yet. Kneel.”

Shepard’s knees hit the floor with a dull thud, her body obeying without hesitation. The cold metal bit into her skin, but she barely noticed, her focus entirely on Liara. The asari stepped closer, her fingers tangling in Shepard’s hair as she tilted her head back, forcing her to meet her gaze.

“You’re going to do something for me,” Liara said, her voice soft but laced with a dangerous edge. “Something that will test your limits. Are you prepared for that, Shepard?”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her mind racing as she tried to anticipate what Liara could possibly have in mind. “I… I think so,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Liara’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Good. Because I want you to relieve yourself. Right here. Right now.”

Shepard’s eyes widened, her stomach twisting with a mix of humiliation and raw desire. “Liara, I… I can’t…” she stammered, but Liara’s grip tightened in her hair, silencing her with a sharp tug.

“You can,” Liara said firmly. “And you will. Because I command it.”

The words sent a shiver down Shepard’s spine, the program in her neural interface amplifying every sensation, every ounce of submission. Her body betrayed her, a warmth spreading through her core as she fought to maintain control. “Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“No,” Liara said, her tone unyielding. “You don’t get to beg. You don’t get to resist. You’re mine, Shepard. And I want to see you break.”

Shepard’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as she fought against the urge to obey. But the program was too powerful, the desire too overwhelming. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she finally gave in, the warmth spreading between her legs as she surrendered to Liara’s command.

Liara’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Shepard’s submission, her fingers tightening in her hair. “Good girl,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval. “You’re doing so well for me. But we’re not finished yet.”

Shepard’s mind was hazy with desire, her body trembling as Liara’s words washed over her. She had no idea what the asari had planned next, but she knew she was powerless to resist. Whatever Liara wanted, she would give it willingly. Because she was hers. And she would do anything to please her.

Liara leaned in, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear as she whispered her next command. “Now, let’s see how much you can take…”