Liara and John

Liara T’Soni’s heart raced. He was here. John was finally here. After all of her waiting and preparations, the brother of the woman she loved more than life itself had finally found his way to her.

His startling blue eyes stared into hers searchingly, as if peering into her soul. What would he find there? She wondered. Did she make a mistake hugging him? Had it seemed too forward? How would he react when he told her what she had done? That she had desecrated his sister’s dead body by handing it to Cerberus, an organization she’d spent a good deal of time fighting? That if they succeeded in bringing her back to life, she might not even be the same person or even in control of her own actions?

Her mind went back to that night, when she’d handed Jane’s corpse over to Miranda Lawson and Cerberus. The beautiful dark-haired Cerberus agent was as severe as Liara’s own mother had been, but as much as she’d tried to hide it the genetically engineered human’s eyes glowed with something akin to respect as she stared at Commander Jane Shepard’s deceased body.

Cerberus is the only organization I know of with the technology and will to restore Jane’s life. They're the only ones who can protect her from the Shadow Broker. John will have to understand.

She didn’t know if she actually believed that or if it was a vain hope she clung to out of desperation. She gazed into John’s eyes searchingly, trying to get the measure of him. The way Jane described him made him seem older than his years, and despite the fact that Liara was over a century old, she felt younger than the boy who stood in front of her.

The silence between on for a minute or so before John broke their hug and gestured at his companions.

“So you already know Ashley, but you must be wondering about the Asari I brought here with me. Her name’s Samara. She’s a Justicar. Anything you say to me or Ashley you can say to her.”

Samara stepped forward. Liara took a moment to appreciate the older woman’s sheer beauty. No doubt it had been the last thing a lot of people had ever seen.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Liara. I was saddened to hear about the loss of your mother.”

Liara nodded, even as her chest twisted at the reminder of Benezia and what she had become.

“Thank you. If I may ask, how did you come to be in John’s service?”

The mature Asari’s eyes brightened. She smiled, which seemed totally unbefitting what Liara knew of the Justicars. They were supposed to be disciplined, stoic warriors and enforcers with no time for emotional entanglements.

Such is the power of the artifact John possesses. I wonder what he inscribed upon her skin to get her to serve him or how he was able to get close enough to do so. That reminds me: I will have to advise John to be much more careful in the future.

Samara sent John a questioning look, as if asking for permission. John nodded. The older Asari pressed a button on her red armor, detaching it from her arm and revealing gold lettering that marred – no, complimented – her skin.

John Shepard’s Justicar

John Shepard’s Code

John Shepard’s Oaths

Liara felt a connection being made in her brain, and suddenly she realized that John owned the Justicar in front of her. The woman’s Code and personal oaths belonged to him as well, to change, interpret, or enforce however he wished. Her pussy clenched.

“My Master showed me the truth about the Justicar Code: that myself and all Justicars in existence have been living a lie. The true purpose of every Justicar is to serve our Master John Shepard in any way he wishes and to protect him with our lives. Every breath we take, everything about us belongs to him, even if the other members of my order aren’t aware of it yet. I dearly hope to correct their misconceptions soon.”

Samara gazed at John, her eyes glowing with a silent request.

John took off one of his armored gloves and grasped the side of the Justicar’s face with his bare hand before pressing his thumb against her lips. Samara opened them, accepting the digit inside. Soft slurping sounds filled the room as one of the deadliest people Liara had ever seen fellated John’s finger.

Liara’s eyes widened.

John smiled.

“She gets a little antsy when she isn’t worshiping me in some way. Isn’t that right, Samara?”

Samara’s lips left his thumb with an audible plop.

“Yes, Master. I can barely go a moment without serving you to the best of my ability. May I?” she licked her lips.

“Go ahead, Samara.”

The older Asari beamed at him before practically inhaling his thumb again, **** moans escaping her as she suckled on it.

By the Goddess. He’s completely changed her. I wonder if he’ll have her gather the other Justicars so they too can be converted to serve his will.

She tried to ignore the way her heart fluttered excitedly in her chest. She wrung her hands together.

“Um. That’s wonderful. Uh… Ashley. It is good to see you again,” she addressed at the olive-skinned woman. At least Ashley wouldn’t do anything too embarrassing in front of her. She wore a black suit of what looked like state-of-the-art armor, having ditched her Alliance-issued hardsuit at some point.

“Hey Liara. Good to see you,” Ashley smirked. The dark-haired woman looked her up and down. Her brown eyes lingered on her cleavage. “You doing alright there?”

Liara swallowed.

“I’m fine, Ashley. I just wasn’t expecting…” she gestured to Samara who had moved on John’s thumb and now had his index and ring fingers in her mouth.

Ashley chuckled.

“Hot, isn’t it? You should have seen the way Samara proved her devotion to John. It was fucking amazing seeing an Asari her age kneel and beg for human cock like a whore from Chora’s Den.”

Liara sputtered.

“A-Ashley! That’s no way to speak about an Asari Justicar! They are the most ardent enforcers of our laws and have killed people for less.”

Ashley smirked. The soldier made a show of glancing at Samara. The older Asari let out a whorish moan as she suckled on John’s fingers.

“Doesn’t seem like she minds,” Ashley walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “I think it’s time you showed John what his sister wrote on you. Don’t you think?”

Suddenly she felt John’s eyes on her. They focused on her breasts and midriff before flicking to her face when she looked towards him.

She swallowed.

I suppose I shouldn’t delay it any longer.

He stared at her for a long moment. Samara kept sucking on and licking his fingers, not a care in the world beyond worshiping her master in any way she could.

Liara sighed and reached a hand to the zipper on the side of her dress. She lowered it, feeling cool air brush against her blue skin. John’s eyes were wide now, and she knew he appreciated the view she was giving him. While normally not the sort to enjoy the sexual interest of others, John was different. Jane had been, too.

The dress fell, pooling at her feet and revealing her naked, voluptuous body.

“Come here, John,” she beckoned him, gazing into his eyes. She felt so small beneath his gaze, like he could crush her at any moment despite the fact that she had potent biotic abilities and he had none. There was something in his eyes, however, that told her he would never hurt her.

He looks at me the same way Jane did.

Hurt and love and relief welled up in Liara’s chest as Jane’s younger brother stepped towards her. His bare hand fell to the skin above her left breast. She smiled reflexively, even though she could feel Samara’s warm saliva on his hand. It felt like everything she’d ever wanted.

I don’t want him to stop touching me.

He frowned.

“It just says ‘John Shepard’s’, but nothing after. I’m not sure what that means.”

Liara gazed up at him.

“It means I belong to you, John. You… you own me mind, body, and soul. Completely and utterly. No law or moral standard can stand in the way of your claim over me. You could bend me over and… and have your way with me front of the Citadel Council and they'd probably only arrest you for public indecency."

She subconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

By the Goddess, I feel so empty down there.

The frown didn’t leave his face. Liara couldn’t help but admire him. Any other man would have immediately tried to use her for sex, but John wanted to ask question.

“Thats... Why would Jane do something like that to you? She loved you, Liara.”

Liara grasped his hand before he could remove it from her body. She pressed it against her breast and he squeezed reflexively.

“Because I asked her to.”

John’s eyes widened. She continued.

“When Jane first discovered the artifact you now possess, I managed to translate an inscription that accompanied it to determine the device’s function. The Protheans created it about one hundred years into their war against the Reapers. Unfortunately for them, the world of its creator was besieged by a Reaper armada before he could use to build up an army to oppose them. So he buried it in the hopes that a race from one of the succeeding cycles would discover it.”

“A hundred years? How long did it take for the Reapers to wipe them out exactly?” John asked.

"I'm not sure. Centuries, perhaps a millennium. The Protheans were a galaxy-spanning empire that laid claim to thousands of worlds. Conquering and exterminating a race so widespread would have taken a very long time, even for the Reapers," she replied.

There was a lull in the conversation. The others were probably trying to digest what she'd told them.

Liara reached for his other hand. She felt around the armored glove until she reached a pressure seal. She depressed it. He allowed her to remove his glove. She moved his hand to her other breast. Her soft titflesh tingled pleasantly, as if recognizing the touch of its owner.

They’re not my breasts. They’re John’s. All of me belongs to John.

“So why’d you ask Jane to turn you into my property?”

Liara rubbed his slightly calloused hands.

“I didn’t. I asked her to make me hers. The artifact had been designed for use by a single individual and passed down through succeeding generations after the user died. The moment Jane made contact with the artifact; it bonded to her, bestowing her with its power to alter the minds of those who gaze upon its writing. When she died, the artifact followed its programming and formed a bond with Jane’s closest living relative: you. The inscription upon my body changed to match the artifact's new owner.”

John absentmindedly continued to squeeze her breasts. His left hand shifted slightly and he pinched her nipple.

She gasped.

“Ahn… Oh… we are very lucky it chose you instead of your mother. I-” she whimpered. “I very much doubt she would be as receptive to having me as her property or about continuing Jane’s fight against the Reapers.”

She cocked her head. “Though it does make sense that the pen would prioritize younger relatives over older ones who are closer to **** themselves by dint of their more advanced age. Hm.”

"So if I died, you'd belong to my mom?" he asked.

Goddess, don't even think about dying! One Shepard was more than enough!

Liara sighed.

"It's possible."

John looked uncomfortable.

"What about Samara and Ashley?"

"I don't know," she said. "Though it makes sense that the same aspect of the artifact that transferred Jane's ownership to you would also apply to just about anything else written with the pen."

"Egh. That's rough," Ashley muttered. She'd been staring out the window at Illium's cityscape before turning back to face them. "Admiral Shepard's a real hardass who'd probably never let me have any fun again. I think I'd rather follow John's orders. Um, sorry sir. Didn't mean to badmouth your mom."

John waved her off.

"Don't worry about it. Mom and I don't really see eye-to-eye."

John turned to face her again. He grasped her hands and drew her closer. Their faces were inches apart. The atmosphere of the room became surprisingly intimate.

“Look. I know it must seem like you don't have any say in this, but you do. I care about what you think,” the sincerity in his soothing voice made her cheeks flush. “If there’s anything you need from me. Anything at all, or if you just want to talk. Just let me know, okay?"

“I will. Thank you, John,” Liara beamed at him. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that she would never need anything from him and that his concern, while admirable, was totally unnecessary. Her needs and indeed her very concept of need no longer existed. She existed to serve his needs to the exclusion of all else.

He isn’t ready to hear that from me. Maybe someday when he becomes more in tune with the artifact’s power he’ll treat me like the piece of property I am. I can hardly wait.

Her pussy tingled pleasantly at the thought of John's manhood entering her azure.

I've never been with a male before, though Jane always liked to see me penetrate myself with that toy she called a 'dildo.' I wonder what it'll be like when John takes me.

“We shouldn’t say anything more here. My position as an information broker means my office is constantly observed by my competitors, including the Shadow Broker. I cleared out the most recent bugs and computer intrusions, but due to my relationship with Jane, our meeting here couldn’t be avoided without arousing suspicion. With your permission, I’d like to meet at your hotel room later today for a more private conversation.”

John withdrew slightly. Ashley and Samara bent down to retrieve John’s armored gloves from the floor. They put them back on his hands without comment. Their eyes glowed with adoration and devotion. John could not have asked for better servants.

“Sounds good,” he said. He made to leave, but paused for a moment. “Hey, you mind if I ask you about your receptionist?”

“Nyxeris? You want to claim her?” Liara crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them upward.

John gulped nervously. A pleasant tingle of excitement rippled down her spine.

“By all means, make her yours. You do not need my permission to take what you want."

I doubt John will have anything to worry with an Asari Justicar protecting him, but I'll follow them just in case. And... if John decides to take Nyxeris, I want to watch.

Her owner snorted.

“Well, I was worried that I might negatively affect your work here if I did that. But if you’re okay with it...”

Liara shook her head.

“You really needn’t worry. Receptionists are easily replaced,” Liara said. “And you can always provide me with one who will be unflinchingly loyal to us. Just be careful. Nyxeris may be a receptionist, but she's still Asari.”

“Yeah,” John nodded, his face serious. “It was really nice to see you Liara. I’m looking forward to our meeting later.”

“So am I. Stay safe, John.”

He smiled at her before turning to leave. Samara followed after him. Ashley gave her a parting wink before joining them.

Liara stared after her owner as he walked out of her office. He was her master. Her god. He was everything to her and he barely understood what that meant. She would teach him, eventually. The imminent Reaper invasion was still likely years away. She would remain at his side like she had been for Jane; an incorruptible and selfless **** who was immune to indoctrination and would serve her master however he needed. The girl who had run away from Benezia and a life in Asari politics to pursue archeology would have balked at the idea of surrendering her free will, but it was a sacrifice she knew she'd needed to make.

The galaxy depended on it.