Piss

Shepard’s body was still trembling, her breathing shallow and uneven, as Liara stepped back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. The asari’s presence was magnetic, her every movement deliberate, calculated, as if she were orchestrating a symphony of submission. Shepard could feel the weight of her restraints—the blindfold, the gag, the bonds—pressing into her skin, a constant reminder of her helplessness. And yet, there was a strange sense of relief in it, a surrender that felt almost… liberating.

Liara’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down Shepard’s arm, her touch sending shivers through the commander’s body. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Shepard’s ear, and whispered, “You’ve done so well, Shepard. But I’m not finished with you yet.”

Shepard’s heart skipped a beat at the words, a mix of anticipation and dread flooding her chest. She tried to speak, to ask what Liara had planned, but the gag held her silent, leaving her with nothing but the sound of her own muffled breaths. Her body tensed instinctively, her mind racing as she tried to prepare for whatever came next.

Liara’s hands moved lower now, her fingers brushing against Shepard’s thighs, her touch teasing, exploratory. She paused, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile, and said, “I want to take this further, Shepard. I want to push you to your limits. To show you just how much you can surrender.”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her body trembling as Liara’s words sank in. She didn’t know what Liara meant, but the promise in her voice—the command—was enough to make her pulse race. She wanted to resist, to pull away, but the restraints held her firmly in place, leaving her with **** but to endure.

Liara stepped back, her movements slow and deliberate, and Shepard heard the faint sound of fabric rustling. Her mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening, but the blindfold left her in darkness, her senses heightened but useless. She could hear Liara’s breathing, feel the warmth of her presence, but the unknown was overwhelming.

“Relax, Shepard,” Liara murmured, her voice soft but firm. “You’re mine now. You’ve given yourself to me. Let me take care of you.”

Shepard’s breath quickened, her body trembling as she felt Liara’s hands on her again, guiding her, positioning her. She was powerless to resist, her every muscle responding to the asari’s touch, her mind clouded with a mixture of fear and longing.

And then she felt it.

Something warm, wet, pressing against her lips, the gag removed just enough to allow access. Shepard’s eyes widened behind the blindfold, her breath catching in her throat as she realized what was happening. She tried to pull away, to turn her head, but Liara’s grip was firm, unyielding.

“Drink, Shepard,” Liara commanded, her voice low and sultry, yet carrying an edge that brooked no disobedience. “This is part of your submission. This is what it means to be mine.”

Shepard’s stomach twisted, her body trembling as the warmth spread across her lips, the taste unfamiliar but undeniable. She wanted to resist, to refuse, but the weight of Liara’s presence—the power in her voice—was too much. Her body betrayed her, her mouth opening slightly, allowing the warm liquid to slip inside.

“Good girl,” Liara purred, her tone filled with satisfaction. “Just like that. Let go.”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she obeyed, swallowing the liquid despite the storm of emotions raging inside her. The act itself was humiliating, degrading, and yet there was a strange sense of rightness in it, as if this was what she had been meant to do all along.

Liara’s hands moved to Shepard’s hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she guided her, keeping her in place. “You’re doing so well, Shepard,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with possessiveness. “You’re so beautiful like this. So completely mine.”

Shepard’s body trembled, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She felt humiliated, exposed, and yet there was a part of her—a deep, hidden part—that reveled in it, that needed it. The weight of Liara’s control, the intensity of her presence, was overwhelming, intoxicating, and Shepard found herself craving more, even as her rational mind screamed in protest.

“Again,” Liara commanded, her voice firm, her grip tightening in Shepard’s hair. “Do not stop until I say.”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she obeyed, her mouth opening once more to accept the warm liquid. The taste was sharp, bitter, and yet there was something oddly pleasurable in the act of submission, in the sheer intensity of Liara’s control.

“Good girl,” Liara murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. “You’re learning so quickly, Shepard. I’m proud of you.”

Shepard’s body trembled, her mind hazy as she continued to obey, the act of submission washing over her, consuming her. She was powerless, completely at Liara’s mercy, and for the first time, she didn’t want to fight it. She wanted—needed—to surrender.

“You’re mine now, Shepard,” Liara whispered, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Shepard’s body arched as the words sank in, her mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. She was completely, utterly, Liara’s, and in that moment, there was nothing else in the world.Liara’s hands moved with deliberate intent, her fingers tracing the curve of Shepard’s jaw before sliding down to her neck. The Commander’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from the aftermath of the pleasure Liara had just wrung from her. The asari’s touch was both comforting and commanding, a reminder of the power she held over Shepard in this moment.

“You did so well, Shepard,” Liara murmured, her voice low and sultry. “But we’re not done yet. There’s still… more I need from you.”

Shepard’s mind was foggy, her thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. She couldn’t form coherent words, not with the gag still firmly in place, but the muffled sound that escaped her throat was enough to convey her confusion—and her willingness to comply. She was at Liara’s mercy, and she knew it. The realization sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn’t one of fear. It was anticipation. Arousal. Submission.

Liara’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as she reached for the gag, her fingers working to loosen it. “I think you’ve earned a little reprieve,” she said softly, her eyes never leaving Shepard’s. “But remember, Shepard… this doesn’t mean you’re free. Only that I want to hear you.”

The gag came away slowly, and Shepard gasped as her mouth was finally free. Her lips felt dry, her throat raw, but she didn’t care. The freedom to speak—even if it was only temporary—was a gift she hadn’t realized she wanted so badly.

“Liara…” Shepard’s voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, but it was enough. The name hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. “What… what are you going to do to me?”

Liara’s smile widened, her eyes glowing with a mixture of affection and dominance. “Something you’ve never experienced before,” she said, her tone laced with promise. “Something that will bind you to me in ways you can’t even imagine.”

Shepard’s heart skipped a beat, her body responding instinctively to Liara’s words. She wanted to ask more, to demand answers, but the look in Liara’s eyes silenced her. It was a look that said trust me, and Shepard did. Against all reason, against all logic, she trusted Liara completely.

The asari’s hands moved to the restraints on Shepard’s wrists, loosening them just enough to allow her more movement. Shepard’s arms fell limply to her sides, her muscles still weak from the intensity of the sensations she had just endured. Liara’s fingers brushed against her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Sit up,” Liara commanded, her voice gentle but firm. Shepard obeyed without hesitation, her body moving as if controlled by someone else. She shakily pushed herself upright, her legs still trembling, and looked up at Liara with wide, uncertain eyes.

“Good girl,” Liara purred, her hand coming to rest on Shepard’s shoulder. “Now, I need you to do something for me. Can you do that, Shepard?”

Shepard nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Anything.”

Liara’s smile was almost predatory as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “I want you to drink from me,” she murmured, her breath hot against Shepard’s skin. “To take what I give you and accept it without question. Can you do that, Shepard?”

Shepard’s heart raced, her mind struggling to process what Liara was asking. The words sent a wave of conflicting emotions through her—shame, arousal, curiosity—but beneath it all was the undeniable pull to obey. To surrender.

“Yes,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “I’ll… I’ll do it.”

Liara’s fingers tightened on Shepard’s shoulder, a silent reminder of the control she held. “Good,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Then get on your knees.”

Shepard hesitated for only a moment before sliding off the examination table, her legs buckling beneath her as she knelt on the cold floor. The position felt natural, almost instinctive, as if her body had been waiting for this moment all along. Her hands rested on her thighs, her head bowed slightly, and she looked up at Liara with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Liara’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she stepped closer, her hands moving to the waistband of her pants. Shepard’s breath hitched as she realized what was about to happen, her stomach twisting with a mix of dread and desire.

“Open your mouth,” Liara commanded, her voice soft but firm. Shepard obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting slightly as she tilted her head back to look up at Liara. The asari’s hands worked quickly, and within moments, Shepard could see the unmistakable evidence of what was about to happen.

Liara’s gaze never wavered as she positioned herself, her hands resting lightly on Shepard’s shoulders for support. “Ready?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

Shepard nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

The first drop hit her tongue, warm and slightly bitter, and Shepard’s eyes fluttered closed as she swallowed reflexively. The taste was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, and she found herself opening her mouth wider, eager for more. Liara’s hands tightened on her shoulders, a silent encouragement as the stream continued.

Shepard’s mind was a haze of conflicting emotions—shame, submission, arousal—but beneath it all was the undeniable sense of rightness. This was what Liara wanted from her, and she was more than willing to give it. The warm liquid filled her mouth, and she swallowed again and again, her body moving instinctively to comply.

Liara’s breathing quickened as she watched Shepard, her eyes glowing with a mixture of affection and dominance. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with possessiveness. “You’re taking it so well, Shepard. Just like I knew you would.”

Shepard’s hands trembled as she rested them on Liara’s hips, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of her pants. The sensation of being so completely controlled, so utterly dominated, was intoxicating. She felt a strange sense of pride at the approval in Liara’s voice, and it only fueled her desire to obey.

When the stream finally stopped, Shepard’s mouth closed instinctively, her tongue swiping across her lips as she swallowed the last of it. She stayed on her knees, her head bowed, her body trembling with the aftermath of the experience.

Liara’s hands moved to cup Shepard’s face, her thumbs brushing against her cheeks as she tilted her head up to meet her gaze. “You did so well, Shepard,” she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and affection. “I’m proud of you.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as Liara leaned down, her lips brushing against Shepard’s in a soft, possessive kiss. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down Shepard’s spine as she responded instinctively, her lips parting to deepen the kiss.

When Liara finally pulled away, Shepard’s heart was racing, her body trembling with a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite name. She looked up at Liara, her eyes wide and uncertain, but filled with trust.

“What… what happens now?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Liara’s smile was slow and knowing as she knelt down in front of Shepard, her hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “Now,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, “we see just how far you’re willing to go for me.”