Exhibitionism

Shepard’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—shame, anger, but most of all, an undeniable, all-consuming desire. Her body, flushed and trembling, seemed to have a will of its own, arching into Liara’s touch as if begging for more. She wanted to scream, to fight, but every fiber of her being was focused on the heat pooling between her legs, the way Liara’s fingers teased the edge of her resolve.

“Tell me, Shepard,” Liara murmured, her voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down Shepard’s spine. Her lips brushed against Shepard’s ear, her breath hot and intoxicating. “What do you crave? What do you need?”

Shepard’s breath came in shallow gasps, her mind fogged with need. “I—I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice trembling. But deep down, she knew. She could feel it, a dark, primal urge clawing its way to the surface, something she’d buried for so long. It terrified her. And yet, it thrilled her too.

Liara’s chuckle was low and knowing. “Oh, but you do,” she said, her fingers trailing down Shepard’s neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone. “You just need a little… guidance.”

Shepard’s eyes fluttered shut as Liara’s lips found their way to her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A moan escaped her lips, unbidden, as her hands clenched at her sides. “Liara… please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t… I can’t think…”

“You don’t need to think,” Liara replied, her voice firm but gentle. “Just feel. Let go. Let me take care of you.”

Shepard’s body responded before her mind could catch up, her hips arching instinctively toward Liara as her hands fisted the sheets. “Yes…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”

Liara’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as she leaned back, her eyes dark with desire. “Good girl,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval. “Now, let’s see how far we can push you…”

Her fingers trailed lower, tracing the curve of Shepard’s hip, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Shepard gasped, her breath hitching as Liara’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there. “Liara…” she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. “Please… don’t stop…”

“Oh, I won’t,” Liara murmured, her voice low and commanding. Her fingers slipped lower, teasing the edge of Shepard’s core, her touch light but electrifying. “I want to see you unravel, Shepard. I want to watch you shatter.”

Shepard’s mind was a haze of pleasure, her body responding to every touch, every whispered word. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but the program—Liara’s program—had taken hold, flooding her system with raw, unrelenting need. Her breath came in shallow gasps as Liara’s fingers slipped inside her, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“That’s it,” Liara purred, her voice soft but commanding. “Let go, Shepard. Give yourself to me.”

Shepard’s body arched as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her breath catching in her throat as Liara’s fingers moved inside her, each stroke driving her closer to the edge. “Liara… I can’t…” she gasped, her voice trembling with need.

“Yes, you can,” Liara murmured, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “Let go. Obey.”

Shepard’s body tensed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, her mind going blank as she felt herself falling, surrendering to the heat, the need, the raw, primal desire that consumed her. “Liara!” she cried, her voice a broken sob as she came undone, her body trembling with the **** of her release.

Liara’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as she watched Shepard fall apart, her body arching as the pleasure washed over her. “Good girl,” she purred, her voice soft but commanding. “That’s it. Let go. Obedient.”

Shepard’s body went limp as the waves of pleasure subsided, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she lay there, her mind hazy with the afterglow. She felt raw, exposed, but there was something else too. A strange sense of… relief. As if a weight she hadn’t even known she was carrying had been lifted.

Liara leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “You see?” she whispered, her voice soft but triumphant. “This is who you are, Shepard. This is what you’ve been hiding from yourself. And now… now you’re mine.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as Liara’s words sank in, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. She wanted to deny it, to fight back, but deep down, she knew it was true. She was Liara’s. And there was no going back.

But then Liara’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, her eyes dark with mischief. “Now,” she purred, her voice low and commanding. “Let’s see how far we can push this…” Her fingers trailed lower, teasing the edge of Shepard’s core, her touch light but electrifying. “I have a little… experiment in mind.”

Shepard’s breath caught in her throat, her body responding to every touch, every whispered word. “Experiment?” she asked, her voice trembling with need. “What do you mean?”

Liara’s lips brushed against Shepard’s ear, her breath hot and intoxicating. “I want to see how far you’ll go,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. “I want to push you to your limits. To see just how obedient you can be.”

Shepard’s heart pounded in her chest as Liara’s words sank in, her mind racing with possibilities. “What… what do you want me to do?”

Liara’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as she leaned back, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you to show me,” she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. “I want to see how far you’ll go to please me. How much you’ll surrender.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as Liara’s words sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding instinctively. “Yes…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

“Good girl,” Liara murmured, her voice soft but commanding. “Now… let’s begin.” Her fingers slipped lower, teasing the edge of Shepard’s core, her touch light but electrifying. “I want to see you beg.”

Shepard’s body arched as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her breath catching in her throat as Liara’s fingers moved inside her, each stroke driving her closer to the edge. “Liara… please…” she gasped, her voice trembling with need.

“Yes, you can,” Liara murmured, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “Let go. Obey.”