Breeding

The hum of the medical bay suddenly felt deafening, each vibration echoing through Shepard’s body as if it were syncing with the rapid pounding of her heart. Liara’s hand lingered on her collarbone, her touch electric, sending shivers down Shepard’s spine. Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—desire, fear, and something else she couldn’t quite name. But beneath it all, there was a current of undeniable need.

“What do you want from me?” Shepard whispered, her voice trembling, her body arching involuntarily toward Liara.

Liara’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “Everything,” she purred, her voice low and filled with a promise that made Shepard’s breath hitch. Her fingers traced a path down Shepard’s chest, teasing the edge of her shirt. “You’ve always been so strong, so in control. But now, it’s my turn.”

Shepard’s throat tightened, her body responding to Liara’s words with a heat that spread like wildfire. She wanted to protest, to pull away, but the program—Liara’s program—was an unrelenting tide, drowning her in a sea of desire. “I don’t… I can’t…” she stammered, her voice breaking.

“You can,” Liara murmured, her tone unwavering. Her hand slipped beneath Shepard’s shirt, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her stomach. “And you will.”

Shepard gasped, her body trembling as Liara’s touch ignited a fire within her. Her mind was a haze of pleasure and confusion, every rational thought slipping away as Liara leaned in closer, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear. “You’re mine now,” Liara whispered, her voice a velvet promise. “And I intend to make you feel things you’ve never imagined.”

A moan escaped Shepard’s lips as Liara’s mouth found her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her hands gripped the edge of the medical bed, her knuckles white as she tried to steady herself. But there was no steadying this—no resisting the tidal wave of sensation that Liara was unleashing.

“Liara…” Shepard breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and desire. “Please…”

Liara pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with Shepard’s. There was a glint of something darker in her gaze now, something primal and unyielding. “Tell me what you want,” she commanded, her voice firm but soft, a paradox that left Shepard’s mind spinning.

Shepard’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to form the words. The program had taken hold, its tendrils wrapping around her mind, pulling her deeper into the abyss of her own desires. “I…” she started, her voice barely audible. “I want… you.”

Liara’s smile widened, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. “Good girl,” she purred, her fingers trailing lower, teasing the waistband of Shepard’s pants. “But I think you can be more specific. Don’t you?”

Shepard’s mind was a whirlwind, every rational thought slipping away as Liara’s touch fueled the fire in her veins. “I want… I want to be yours,” she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “Completely.”

Liara’s smile turned feral, her fingers tightening their grip as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “Say it again,” she commanded, her voice low and filled with an intensity that made Shepard’s pulse race.

“I’m yours,” Shepard breathed, her voice trembling with desire. “Completely.”

Liara’s hands moved with purpose now, her touch no longer teasing but demanding. She pushed Shepard’s shirt up, her fingers tracing the curve of her breasts before dipping lower, her touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume Shepard whole. “And now,” Liara murmured, her voice a soft promise, “I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Shepard’s body arched as Liara’s mouth found her breast, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Liara’s touch pushed her closer to the edge. “Liara…” she moaned, her voice trembling with need.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Liara murmured, her voice filled with a tenderness that was almost at odds with the intensity of her actions. “So ****. So mine.”

Shepard’s mind was a haze of pleasure, every touch, every word driving her closer to the brink. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation as Liara’s hands explored her with a hunger that left her breathless. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “I can’t… I need…”

Liara pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with Shepard’s. There was a glint of something darker in her gaze now, something primal and unyielding. “What do you need, Shepard?” she asked, her voice soft but firm, a paradox that left Shepard’s mind spinning.

Shepard’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to form the words. The program had taken hold, its tendrils wrapping around her mind, pulling her deeper into the abyss of her own desires. “I…” she started, her voice barely audible. “I need… you.”

Liara’s smile widened, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. “Good girl,” she purred, her fingers trailing lower, teasing the waistband of Shepard’s pants. “But I think you can be more specific. Don’t you?”

Shepard’s mind was a whirlwind, every rational thought slipping away as Liara’s touch fueled the fire in her veins. “I want… I want to be yours,” she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “Completely.”

Liara’s smile turned feral, her fingers tightening their grip as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “Say it again,” she commanded, her voice low and filled with an intensity that made Shepard’s pulse race.

“I’m yours,” Shepard breathed, her voice trembling with desire. “Completely.”

Liara’s hands moved with purpose now, her touch no longer teasing but demanding. She pushed Shepard’s shirt up, her fingers tracing the curve of her breasts before dipping lower, her touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume Shepard whole. “And now,” Liara murmured, her voice a soft promise, “I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Shepard’s body arched as Liara’s mouth found her breast, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Liara’s touch pushed her closer to the edge. “Liara…” she moaned, her voice trembling with need.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Liara murmured, her voice filled with a tenderness that was almost at odds with the intensity of her actions. “So ****. So mine.”

Shepard’s mind was a haze of pleasure, every touch, every word driving her closer to the brink. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation as Liara’s hands explored her with a hunger that left her breathless. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “I can’t… I need…”

Liara’s lips brushed against her ear, her voice a low, commanding whisper. “Tell me what you need, Shepard. Beg for it.”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she fought to form the words. “I need… I need you to take me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “Completely.”

Liara’s smile widened, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. “Good girl,” she purred, her fingers trailing lower, teasing the waistband of Shepard’s pants. “But first, you’ll do exactly as I say.”