Liara makes the program worse

The scanner’s soft hum filled the medical bay, its rhythm steady and almost soothing, but Shepard’s mind was anything but calm. Her fists clenched at her sides as she **** herself to stay still, her body a coiled spring of tension. The cool metal of the medical bed pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the heat simmering just beneath her skin. Something is wrong with me, she thought, her jaw tightening. Something is very, very wrong.

Liara stood at the console, her slender fingers moving swiftly over the interface. Her blue eyes flicked back and forth as she studied the data, her brow furrowing as she processed the readings. Shepard watched her from the corner of her eye, her breath hitching as a jolt of electricity raced down her spine. The air between them felt charged, heavy with something unspoken. Liara glanced at her, and for a moment, their eyes locked. There was something in Liara’s gaze—something Shepard couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just concern. It was… hunger.

“Interesting,” Liara murmured, her voice low and almost purring. She turned back to the console, her fingers hovering over the interface. “It seems there’s a program running in your neural interface. A very specific kind of program.”

Shepard’s heart skipped a beat. “What kind of program?” she asked, her voice tight. She could feel the tension in the air thickening, wrapping around her like a vice.

Liara hesitated for a moment, her lips curling into a faint, almost amused smile. “It’s a behavioral modification protocol. Designed to… enhance certain… experiences.”

Shepard’s stomach dropped. “Enhance? What the hell does that mean?” She sat up abruptly, her fists clenching at her sides. “Liara, what did you find?”

The asari turned to face her fully now, her expression calm but with a glint of something darker in her eyes. “It’s a pleasure protocol, Shepard. One that’s been activated—and quite effectively, I might add. It’s designed to override your cognitive control, to tap into your most primal desires and amplify them. To make you…” She paused, her voice dropping to a soft, almost sultry whisper. “Obedient.”

Shepard’s blood ran cold. Obedient. The word echoed in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. “Who would—who could have done this?” she demanded, her voice shaking. “Is this some kind of Cerberus tech? Did they—?”

“No,” Liara interrupted, her tone calm but firm. “This isn’t Cerberus. This is… me.”

The room seemed to freeze. Shepard’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as she stared at Liara. “What?” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You—? Why would you—?”

Liara stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. “Because I wanted to see what you were capable of, Shepard. What you desired.” Her voice was low, almost hypnotic, and Shepard felt her body respond almost against her will. Heat pooled in her core, her pulse quickening as Liara’s gaze bore into hers. “You’re always so… controlled. So disciplined. I wanted to see what would happen if I removed those restraints. If I set you free.”

Shepard’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She wanted to look away, to deny what she was feeling, but she couldn’t. Liara’s gaze held her captive, her words wrapping around her like a vice. “This isn’t me,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m not—I don’t—“

“Oh, but you do,” Liara purred, stepping even closer. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Shepard’s cheek. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, her body responding instinctively. “You’ve always wanted this, Shepard. To let go. To surrender. I’m just giving you permission.”

Shepard’s mind screamed at her to pull away, to fight back, but her body betrayed her. A moan slipped past her lips as Liara’s fingers traced a path down her neck, her touch feather-light but electrifying. “Liara… please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Please what, Shepard?” Liara asked, her voice soft but commanding. “Tell me what you want.”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her mind racing as she tried to form the words. But the program—whatever it was—had taken hold, flooding her system with raw, unrelenting desire. “I… I don’t know…” she stammered, her voice quivering.

“Yes, you do,” Liara murmured, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “You want to obey. To submit. To let me take control. Don’t you?”

The words sent a shiver down Shepard’s spine, her body responding before her mind could catch up. She nodded, her breath catching as Liara’s fingers tightened their grip on her neck. “Yes…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Good girl,” Liara purred, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile as she leans in closer, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear. “Now, let’s see how far we can push you…” Her fingers trail lower, tracing the edge of Shepard’s collar, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Shepard gasps, her body arching instinctively toward Liara, her mind hazy with desire.

“Liara…” Shepard breathes, her voice trembling as Liara’s hands moves lower, her touch igniting a fire deep within her. “I… I can’t…”

“Oh, but you can,” Liara murmurs, her voice low and commanding. “And you will.” Her fingers tightened their grip, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through Shepard’s body. “You’re mine now, Shepard. And I intend to make the most of it.”

Shepard’s breath hitches, her mind clouded with desire as Liara’s hands explores her body, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She wants to resist, to fight back, but the program—Liara’s program—has taken hold, flooding her system with raw, unrelenting need. She arches her back, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Liara’s lips find her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Liara…” Shepard moans, her voice trembling with desire. “Please… don’t stop…”