(MS) An Unquiet Return Pt. 2

Liara T'Soni looked over her bloated and totally weary conquest. The rest of the crowd of the krogan show had dispersed, and even those running the event were packing up for the evening. But Miranda, still for a good fifteen minutes after her perverse showing to the audience, didn't have the energy to do much besides look up at her mistress with a wide, tired smile. Her whole body reeked of the alien seed, still oozing out of her holes and making a large pool of cloudy-white liquid all around Miranda on the ground. It seemed like it took a moment for Miranda to truly notice Liara, still in a complete stupor from been ravaged by three krogan at once.

“Oh, Liara...how long have you been here?” Miranda asked, her breath still bated and interrupted by heavy pants.

“I...I just came to find you...” Liara answered, shocked to learn that her subject had completely forgotten about any of her commands without Liara saying so.

“I see...well,” Miranda said, bracing herself against a nearby wall as she **** herself to stand, only causing more krogan cum to ooze down her thighs, “I had to show up that slutty bitch Jack...looks like she isn't the only one who knows how to have a good time, right?” Miranda finished with a slight, tired laugh as she stood on her own legs for the first time in what felt like hours, getting footing as she wobbled towards Liara.

Liara was more than a little shocked. Without her say-so, it appeared that Miranda had completely forgotten traveling with her, finding the krogan show in the first place. She must have thought she did all of this by herself...Liara reasoned, pleased that her new toy still had more than a few secrets that she would need to discover with more 'research.' Her train of thought was broken by the smell wafting off Miranda, an odor that became stronger as she approached the asari as Miranda put a hand on Liara's shoulder to help support her weary legs. Her grip was still warm and slick from the show, something that Liara would have found completely repulsive only a few days ago, but now she found it quite humorous that the proud, xenophobic Miss Lawson had experienced the love of another race.

Liara helped Miranda over to the large puddle of cum. Liara, turning her nose up at the stench, reached tentatively in to the puddle and fished out Miranda's cum soaked suit. Shaking it out as best she could, Liara helped her little minx into her body glove. Foregoing her underwear, Liara squeezed and pushed Miranda into the suit as she was quite surprised she got in it on a daily basis. With cum leaking out of her orifices, Miranda stood a little stronger as she tightened the straps on her suit. With no place to go, the cum started leaking out of the tops and bottoms of the suit. Not to waste this precious substance, Miranda picked it up with her finger and licked it off like she was still performing. But she got a very good idea and began to store the cum in the back of her mouth.

The lights of the makeshift arena were beginning to fade, prompting Liara and Miranda to make their way out to one of the side aisles nearby. As the two walked backstage, they were met with the three towering, hulking krogan and the still visibly-shaken salarian emcee, all of whom fell silent with a hush as the searched for any words to address the most wanton slut that any of them had met. The salarian broke their silence first.

“Ah, Miss...Miss Lawson...uhhh...well, thank you again for your...participation this evening...we made...we made quite a bit of extra credits tonight thanks to you...”

Miranda answered with a laugh, and Liara with a wicked grin as the krogans and the salarian directed them over to a small computer.

“Our normal rate is five-percent...but seeing how you definitely went above and beyond the call of duty, I think I'm going to give you a full ten...” the skittish salarian said, typing away at his console. “if you have a credit chit, I'll go ahead and transfer your money for you.”

It was somewhat of an important moment for Liara, even if it didn't involve her in the least. If she had Miranda accept the money, she would be a whore; someone who was willing to do the most debased and perverse acts for some sort of gain. While Liara liked the sound of that, she couldn't help but shake her gut feeling, that Miranda should do things like this simply for the thrill rather than any compensation. Besides, it's not like Miranda needed the money; Liara was sure that the Illusive Man could outfit her with all the resources she needed for their mission with a simple message.

Turn down payment

“Money? I don't need any money; I was just looking for a good time,” Miranda replied, the salarian and the krogans looking at her confoundedly. Words were hard to come by, but Miranda carried on as if everything was completely normal, her body returning to its normal state as the woman adjusted to her bodysuit over her naked form, even as the cum that was beginning to crust inside her suit. Miranda seemed to take it all in stride as she and Liara left the stunned quartet of aliens in their speechless state, making their way back out to the streets of Omega.

It had been a few hours since the two of them had split from the rest of the Normandy's crew, journeying off into the seedy underbelly of the colony. In just the week since Liara had found her device, she had had more fun commanding and being in complete control of her new toys than she thought she ever had in her life. She grasped for the device, feeling a comfort wash over her as she clasped it tightly in her fist. Liara and Miranda continued on until they surfaced to the more reputable part of the mined-out asteroid, within sight of Commander Shepard's frigate.

Go on ahead inside; I'll be joining you shortly.

Miranda dutifully followed her orders and walked through the airlock to the ship. Liara puttered around the stalls and shops in the docks for a few minutes before heading in herself, making sure to time herself in a way that she wouldn't be thought of as a part of whatever the crew would think of Miranda when she came onboard. After she thought enough time had passed, the asari entered the ship, expecting to see throngs of the crewmembers snickering at Miranda's state.

When Liara walked onto the ship, she gasped at the sight. Miranda was on top of Jack forcing her 'gift' into her mouth. Jack, squirming underneath Miranda, looked shocked as the salty substance hit her tongue. Forcing her payload into her mouth, Miranda put her hand on Jack's mouth to seal in the cum. Tickling her throat, Miranda **** Jack to swallow the cum. As Miranda was caught up in the moment, Jack pushed her off with her biotics. Both panting, one tired and one excited, they both got to their feet. The crew on the CIC deck started to gather around the two biotics as they faced each other in a standoff.

"You bitch. What was that? Cum!?" yelled Jack as she got her bearings.

"Yes! You ain't the only one who can have a good time!" yelled Miranda.

Just as Jack and Miranda were going to tear apart a bulkhead, Jane walked out of the elevator with Garrus in tow. She saw the throng of crewman encircling the two.

"What the hell is going on!?" yelled Jane as she broke through the circle. The crew quickly dispersed as the party was over. Jack flicked Miranda off and left to her hideyhole away from prying eyes. This left Miranda to face the brunt of Jane's rant. The raven-haired biotic was chewed-out by Shepard, a look of fury in her eyes as she ranted on at the condition Miranda was in.

“...I'd expect this kind of behavior from Jack, but from you, Miranda?!” the commander barked. “You were making fun of Jack when she came in all covered in...whatever the hell she was covered in, and you're even worse! You smell like a krogan's crotch!”

Liara couldn't help but give a snicker at Shepard's ironic comment, which came out a little louder than she wanted it to, distracting Shepard's attention from Miranda to the asari standing at the airlock.

“Just...just get out of her and get cleaned up, Miranda, before I tell the Illusive Man...” Miranda took off in a bolt, darting to the elevator and taking it straight down to her quarters.

“Sorry you had to see that, Liara,” Shepard said as she started walking towards her lover. “Must be something about this Omega air; makes these women crazy or something...” The soldier's arms wrapped around Liara's waist and draw her close, Liara resting her head against Shepard's cheek as she enjoyed Shepard's embrace. Liara gave her an appreciative squeeze in return before pulling back slightly, looking into Shepard's cybernetically-enhanced, gleaming azure eyes.

“It's alright, Shepard. People have strange ways of coping with stress...” Liara said, just barely hinting that she had any inkling about what was going on with her girlfriend's crew. She gave Shepard a quick peck on the cheek before breaking away from her with a cheery smile.

“I need to get back to work, Shepard...no rest for the wicked...”

It was growing late; Liara didn't notice the time pass as she continued her study of the Collector—the Reaper Object. It proved endlessly fascinating, even beyond pure scientific interest. No, the image of the device in her brain was the only thing that Liara could really focus on—the enjoyment she received from making the crew members of the Normandy do odd jobs on her behalf only taking her focus away for a few moments before Liara went back to obsessing over the small chunk of metal. Liara never let herself believe that it was anything other than her desire to help destroy the Reapers, but in the darkest corners of Liara's mind, she felt something else nagging at her, a doubt she couldn't seem to shake. Still, she was the child of one of the most powerful biotics in the galaxy—surely Liara would be able to crack the Object without putting herself or anyone around her in danger.

The Normandy finally made its way to the Citadel and the crew got their shore leave. Liara spent most of her's testing the range of her Object. She sent commands to many of the crew doing meaningless tasks. She sent Crewman Patel running through the Presidium with an Alliance flag waving. She sent Crewman Rolston running into the Presidium lakes. She found that if she was within eyesight, she could send her thoughts to anyone she hadn't touched. But if she had sent her thoughts and they received them and acted upon them, they could be controlled anywhere.

The announcement that they were casting off in a day came over the omni-tool. Jane also wanted Liara and Jacob back at the ship for a recruitment mission.

Later that day, Liara and Jacob met at the cab terminal in the Zakera ward. Jane flew in in a cab getting out in her body armor.

"Wow, Shepard, is the a war I didn't know about?" joked Jacob as Jane got out of her cab.

"Well there's a thief that the Illusive Man hired and he didn't deem it necessary to give me her picture so I must come in my uniform," explained Jane as she walked over to Jacob and Liara. "There was something about a holo advert."

"Enter the password, Shepard and get a free prize."

The trio looked around and found a hologram repeating that message over and over. Jane walked over and gave it the password.

"Silence is golden."

"Well, well, Shepard, glad you finally came. I've been waiting a long time for you to show up," played the hologram. "I trust you're informed of my price."

"Um no," answered Jane a bit confused.

"Figures. Well I'll tell you when you get aboard," announced a figure appearing in the rafters out of seemingly nowhere. "I've set up in the Port Observation deck and moved my personal items there. See you soon Shepard.

The figure disappeared and left the three puzzled. Jane a poke her head and caught a cab back to the docking bay where the Normandy awaited. All crew accounted for, the ship sailed to Illium, there was a justicar that the Illusive Man thought would be a valuable asset to the crew.