Characters: John Shepard, Liara T'Soni
Location: S.S.V. Normandy
The final lines of the report had been entered. The Alliance Command approved the data, and the terminal's holographic display slowly dimmed, leaving only a faint blue shimmer on the captain's face. Shepard didn't move. His shoulders ached from hours of stillness, but his mind was still locked in combat mode. A chain of recent operations assembled before his eyes — Noveria, Feros, Virmire. Each mission had ended in victory, each had brought them closer to the goal. He skimmed through the names quickly, but paused on the last one. That familiar knot twisted in his chest again — heavy and bitter.
The mission on Virmire had cost too much.
He slowly ran a hand across the holographic console, watching the final interface lines fade under his fingertips.
Ilos was next — the final chord that would decide everything. Saren awaited him there. No longer just a traitor to the Council, but a murderer whose name burned Shepard from the inside out. On that last mission, the geth had attacked from both flanks, and Shepard had been forced to make an impossible choice. Kaidan had died in a blinding nuclear flash on Virmire — because that day, the captain had chosen to save Ashley. Since then, Saren had ceased to be a strategic objective and had become something far more personal: a wound on Shepard's conscience that could only be cleansed by Saren's death.
For a moment, Shepard closed his eyes. Kaidan returned, stubbornly, in memory — laughing in the mess hall, trading jokes with Joker, arguing ethics with Dr. Chakwas. Now, in place of those images, there was only a gaping void. The lieutenant had died, leaving behind emptiness not only in the crew quarters where he'd spent most of his time, but also in the hearts of the team who had grown attached to the quiet, intelligent, steady man. For some, he had become a true brother-in-arms; for others, a friend.
"You died so we could see this through," the captain thought, his fingers curling into a fist without him realizing. "You died because Saren decided to play god."
His back straightened, and a lump of fury caught in his throat. Kaidan's image rose in his mind again and again. A quiet man who had once followed orders blindly, but had turned into a hardened soldier willing to take any hit, no matter the cost — even if it meant giving up his life.
Shepard felt a searing pride. Kaidan had a brilliant career ahead of him. A great life. Maybe a family. Children. And that was what made the anger burn hotter: Saren had stolen that future. All the blood-soaked threads of their past missions were now tightening into a single knot: Ilos, the place where Shepard would finally confront the traitor face to face.
The thought of the coming mission made Shepard think about those who were still with him. The first face that came to mind was Ashley. Now, aside from Shepard himself, she was the only human left in the ground team. A woman who had been at his side since the very beginning of this strange and perilous road.
At first, he had seen her only as the perfect soldier — but little by little, beneath all the rigid discipline, he discovered a passionate nature hiding deeply buried desires. She had yielded to him twice. First, down in the lower decks of the Normandy, where the quartermaster nearly caught them. And then again — on the Citadel, when a malfunctioning elevator jammed and pressed them so close together that the fire between them became impossible to stop.
That moment had become one of the most vivid and unrestrained sexual experiences of Shepard's life. He'd expected it to continue, but Ashley had unexpectedly pulled away. Maybe she was afraid — of the fact that he was her commanding officer, or perhaps she couldn't reconcile with her own boldness and heat. Since then, she had avoided being alone with him, and their conversations had shrunk to dry reports and formal language. Now, with the added weight of guilt pressing on her — guilt that Kaidan had died so she could be saved — Ashley had shut herself off from Shepard completely, deliberately avoiding even his gaze.
Against that emotional distance, another energy stood out even more — quiet, warm, almost gravitational: Liara's presence. At first, Shepard had seen her as nothing more than a naïve girl, practically a child; despite her century of life, T'Soni's demeanor reminded him more of Tali's youthful spirit. But little by little, Liara surprised him — not just with her deep knowledge of the Protheans, but with an incredible emotional openness, a sincerity beyond her years, and an ability to make him feel safe, even when the rest of the galaxy turned its back.
Unlike Ashley, Liara had confessed her feelings for Shepard openly — and that had caught him off guard, though not unpleasantly so.
He hadn't denied, especially to himself, that Liara drew him in — strongly, and not just physically. Her delicate, almost girlish body and deep blue eyes, innocent yet stirring the most hidden fantasies, left no man indifferent. And yet, Shepard couldn't bring himself to act toward her with the same boldness or persistence he might have shown with others. Liara was too pure — someone truly beautiful and untouched in a cruel, blood-soaked galaxy. When she admitted she had never allowed herself to be close to anyone, it struck him as both impossibly sweet and unbearably erotic.
Though he had prior experience with asari — Sha'ira on the Citadel, Shiala on Feros — he couldn't even imagine treating Liara the same way. She deserved care. Something gentle. Something different. And so, Shepard decided he would wait until Liara felt ready — no matter how long that might take. Even if it never happened before Ilos.
His eyes turned back to the monitor: the tactical projection of the Ilos assault pulsed on the screen in a steady, cold light. In the corner, a timer blinked insistently — five hours until the Normandy would exit drift. Five hours to unravel the knot of emotion in his chest — or at least shove it into some distant drawer for later. A decision loomed, one he'd turned over countless times in his mind. This wasn't just another squad selection for another mission — this was a wager on life itself. His life, and the lives of those who would follow him.
Shepard mentally ran through the team's names. He'd already decided to leave Tali on the ship — despite her technical skills and proven composure under fire, Ilos would demand hardened warriors, not engineers. His gaze moved next to Wrex. Despite the incident on Virmire, when the krogan had nearly questioned Shepard's motives, the captain still trusted him to watch his right flank. He was confident Wrex would go. But who would guard his left? Garrus? Ashley?
The choice wasn't easy. Each of them had personal reasons to hate Saren. Each had their own score to settle. And yet, Shepard hesitated. After Virmire, choosing whom to send into danger had become a thousand times harder — as if he were being forced to weigh whose life mattered less.
He dimmed the terminal and leaned back in his chair, trying to ease the tension winding through his muscles. His thoughts were a tangled mess, and he needed something — anything — to distract him.
At that very moment, the door hissed open, and Liara stepped inside.
Her work jumpsuit clung snugly to her slender figure, emphasizing her delicacy and grace. In the dim lighting, her pale blue skin looked especially velvety, almost glowing, and her deep sapphire eyes reminded Shepard of still, peaceful lakes back on Earth.
"Shepard… may I speak with you?" she asked softly, lingering in the doorway.
The captain's gaze involuntarily drifted over her graceful figure. He turned his chair slightly and rose to his feet. A strange inner calm settled over him, as if her arrival had been the only right answer to all his doubts.
"I was just thinking about you," he said quietly, looking intently into her eyes.
"I was thinking about you too," Liara replied, stepping closer, her voice trembling with emotion. "And about what we're about to face. I don't know what's going to happen on Ilos. I hope we stop Saren… but part of me is afraid it's already too late. There's something I have to tell you — if we lose."
"We won't lose. I promise," Shepard replied, his voice steady and sure, though a flicker of unease passed through his eyes.
"Please…" Liara interrupted softly, her fingers brushing against his hand. "I'm not looking for comfort. Saren may already have reached the Conduit. Right now, we have to be completely honest with each other. This could be our last moment together — our last chance to show how we feel. And I want it to be… special."
"I want that too, Liara. I really do." Shepard took a step toward her, slowly, deliberately. "But are you sure you're ready?"
She looked up at him with the same pure honesty that always struck him to the core.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Will you join with me, Shepard? Let's share our bodies — and our minds."
"I was starting to think you'd never ask," he whispered with a smile, gently wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.
In the next second, their lips gently met in a tender and deep kiss.
At first, the kiss was cautious and restrained, but Shepard couldn't resist the growing heat between them and began to kiss her more hungrily. Her soft lips were sweet and pliant, and only the hesitant movements of her tongue reminded him how inexperienced Liara truly was. The thought stirred his blood even more, and his embrace tightened around her.
Liara, too, lost her composure, surrendering to the sensations — the warmth, the intoxicating scent of the man who was now so close to her. Her heart pounded, and a shiver ran down her spine. She had never been this close to anyone before, and a single thought flickered in her mind:
"If this is the end… then let me know what it feels like to become one with someone."
Shepard felt the tremor pass through her body and sensed her tension. He gently ran his hand along her back, trying to soothe her with his touch. But the passion with which she responded was so strong, so full of yearning, that he simply couldn't hold back.
"I'll be gentle, don't worry," he whispered, his voice rough and breathless with arousal. "We'll take it slow. However you want."
"I'm not worried, Shepard," Liara replied, looking into his eyes with a gaze full of trust and desire. "I want you to be gentle — but don't hold back. I want you to show me what it's like. I want us to share everything we feel, everything we sense. I've never experienced anything like this, and I want to know it all."
Her words lit a new flame in Shepard's chest. He lifted her delicate body into his arms — she felt almost weightless — and carried her to the bed, kissing her again, deeply, as if he could pour every wordless promise into the softness of her lips.
This time, she kissed him back more boldly, as though she were slowly surrendering to her own desire. Her tongue caressed his gently, exploring him, testing him. Their kiss deepened, grew more intense, until the rest of the world seemed to vanish, dissolve, leaving only the two of them alone. Liara's lips were sweet; her skin radiated a soft warmth and carried an unimaginably pleasant scent. Every touch, every movement sparked new sensations, and Shepard realized he had never felt anything quite like this before.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd tried to be so careful, so tender with a partner. Normally, he lost interest quickly in inexperienced lovers — but this time, the desire he felt was overwhelming. He wanted Liara to feel him. He began to kiss her neck gently, trailing his lips across her skin, slowly working his way up to the delicate crests of her head, brushing his tongue over the cartilage with careful reverence. He felt her body shudder, heard a soft moan escape her lips.
"Ahhnn…"
Shepard could feel how new this was for her, how unfamiliar every sensation, and that knowledge aroused him even more. He wanted to explore every inch of her body — to give her more, to bring her to a place she'd never known.
Meanwhile, Liara felt as if she were floating in zero gravity. Every touch of Shepard's lips, every motion of his tongue, sent waves of pleasure through her. This was a completely new experience for her, and she didn't try to resist it. She gave herself over to it completely, surrendering to unfamiliar sensations and overwhelming feelings.
Her work jumpsuit was made of a thick yet thin-layered fabric, and through the tight material, Shepard could feel the softness of her skin. The suit was a single-piece design made of a flexible, form-fitting material that hugged her slender figure perfectly. She was firm and supple, and Shepard couldn't help but admire the contrast between the softness of her breasts and the defined curves of her hips. When he gently squeezed and massaged them, he heard a soft gasp of pleasure escape from the alien woman.
The suit had no buttons, no fasteners — it was as if it had been crafted from a single seamless piece of cloth. Shepard paused, wondering how to take it off, and Liara, as if sensing his hesitation, smiled.
"Just pull it down," she whispered, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "I'll help you."
Liara lifted her back slightly from the bed, and Shepard began to slowly peel away the top half of her suit. With a smooth, single motion, she was left half-naked beneath him — and what greeted his eyes was her small, firm chest.
She was beautiful — her breasts were the same rich shade of blue as the rest of her skin. Her nipples were a deeper hue, a dark sapphire color nearly matching her eyes. They were already slightly swollen, as if they had been waiting for Shepard's touch. The captain leaned down and gently kissed one of them — the right — feeling Liara's body tense beneath him in anticipation. He gave her nipple a slow, tender lick, feeling the sensitive skin of her areola react to his tongue. A quiet moan escaped her lips, and Shepard continued, moving to the other breast.
He circled the other nipple slowly, savoring the sensation as it hardened under his tongue. Liara's moans grew louder, and a fresh wave of desire surged through him. He kept teasing her with his mouth, gently licking and sucking, until her body arched upward and a soft cry of pleasure broke from her throat.
Her small, firm breasts fit perfectly in his palm. They yielded sweetly to his touch, yet retained their shape, supple and smooth. The silky texture of her skin and the warmth radiating from her body were driving Shepard wild. As he caressed her, he noticed how sensitive she was to every touch — her breath quickened, and her skin deepened in color with every stroke of his fingers. The contrast between the softness and resilience of her breasts only intensified his hunger to explore her further.
Her nipples were now completely stiff, and Shepard hungrily returned to them, lapping at them with his tongue, his mouth covering the asari's lush curves with the raw hunger of a starving predator.
Liara arched beneath him, her body responding to every caress. The sensations overwhelmed her, unlike anything she had ever felt before. As Shepard continued to explore her breasts with lips and tongue, she felt a wave of pleasure spreading through her, building from her chest outward. His tender, yet persistent touch had lit a fire inside her — and her moans began to beg him for more.
Shepard moved lower, gently caressing Liara's stomach with his mouth, refusing to leave even a single inch of her smooth skin untouched. She was soft and warm, her texture subtly different from a human's, and Shepard could feel her muscles tensing beneath his fingertips. The curves of her body guided him downward, and his lips claimed her waist, her hips. He felt the fine tremors of her body with every kiss, her muscles twitching beneath his mouth. He wanted to explore every inch of her. And Liara, surrendered and melting beneath his touch, wanted nothing more than to be known by him.
Not only did Liara not resist — she gently pressed his head lower, her moans pleading for him not to stop. Her fingers played through his short hair, softly stroking his scalp, and the captain drank in her touch like a drug. As Shepard's lips traveled farther down her body, Liara felt a swelling tide of pleasure rise within her, driven by anticipation. His human touch was so careful — achingly tender — and the asari could feel how much restraint the captain was exercising to keep his own desire in check. She was grateful for it. And she knew — she wanted to give him everything.
When Shepard reached the waistband of her pants, Liara's heart began to beat faster. She was both aroused and slightly afraid, but the longing for intimacy overpowered everything else. She wanted to truly feel him — to experience the closeness she had heard about, read about. She knew the time had come.
Shepard looked up into her eyes. In them, he saw desire, and uncertainty — and suddenly his heart melted with tenderness. What was happening now couldn't be compared to the wild, primal sex he'd had with Sha'ira or Shiala. Because Liara had never experienced any of this before. For her, everything was new. And even if Shepard didn't want to admit it to himself, he felt something for this blue-skinned beauty that he hadn't felt for anyone else. He genuinely wanted everything to be perfect for her.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly, noticing that his own voice trembled with emotion.
Liara looked back at him, and in her eyes — so full of trust and passion — it was easy to get lost.
"I've never been more sure, Shepard. I want to be with you. I want to feel you — and give you pleasure," she said softly but firmly. "Let's do this. Together."
A wave of tenderness rushed through Shepard. He leaned down and kissed Liara gently, the touch of his lips soft and calming. Then, slowly, he began sliding her pants down, revealing the lower half of her body.
The skin of her long, graceful legs was smooth and radiant, reflecting the dim light of the overhead lamps. Shepard traced the curve of her thigh with his hand, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath his fingers. The toned elegance of her body contrasted beautifully with the tender softness of her inner thighs. Shepard could feel her shivering under his touch as he drew closer to her center, and the scent of her arousal made his mouth water.
But before he could reach the most intimate part of her, Liara suddenly lifted herself back up toward him and kissed him again — this time with a hunger far bolder than before. Her tongue moved with confidence, exploring him, claiming him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Shepard — caught off guard by such assertiveness from someone so inexperienced — let out a surprised, but deeply approving sound.
"Mmhhnn…"
Then, with one swift motion, Shepard pulled off the upper half of his uniform, and for the first time, Liara saw his bare torso. Her gaze drifted over his muscles, broad shoulders, and solid chest. The asari couldn't help but admire his athletic build, the way his pale human skin contrasted strikingly with the shade of her own. She noticed several old scars on his shoulder and side, and carefully traced one with her fingertip. Then her hand moved lower — across the firm ridges of his abs — before playfully brushing the dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. Her eyes lingered on the sharp lines of his body, and in her captivating gaze, Shepard saw a burning hunger. A desire to touch him. To feel him.
She kissed his neck, gently biting him, and Shepard caught her lips with his again. Her kiss intoxicated him — made him dizzy with want.
And then, kissing every inch of her blue skin, he began moving downward.
Liara spread her legs on her own. She was clearly ready for anything. Her complete trust in Shepard only fueled his desire. He wanted to give her unforgettable sensations — to show her peaks of pleasure she had never known. Shepard explored her body with hands and mouth, and Liara responded with soft moans. Her body arched with pleasure. Her entire world — the familiar galaxy and the unknown — narrowed to a kaleidoscope of feeling, all pouring in from Shepard's touch.
Her sex was mesmerizing — a perfect blend of aesthetic beauty and silent erotic promise. Her delicate outer lips were a deeper shade of blue than the rest of her skin. Her clit, a small raised bud of flesh, was already quivering with arousal, and her entire pussy radiated an intoxicating scent. The aroma hit Shepard with full force: a heady mix of sweetness, musk, and something distinctly alien — uniquely asari. It overwhelmed him. As if her very essence was calling him to her wet core, drawing him in to explore, to please, to worship her and give her the most mind-melting pleasure he could.
He couldn't resist any longer.
Shepard kissed her lower belly, then began to gently trace his lips along the inner curves of her thighs, worshipping the alien beauty beneath him. And then — he moved higher, fully surrendering himself to the worship of Liara's sex. Holding nothing back now, he wanted to drink in her intoxicating taste, to lick and devour her virgin wetness with his mouth.
His hot breath burned across Liara's intimate folds, and she moaned louder, covering her mouth with her hand. But Shepard didn't stop. He began with gentle flicks of his tongue against her soft outer lips. The moment he tasted her slick arousal, something primal surged inside him. He plunged his mouth into her, kissing her with wild, consuming passion, forgetting the world around them.
His tongue quickly found her clit and began to toy with it — teasing, circling, stroking. He could feel her body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with his movements, her moans rising louder and louder. Liara could no longer hold them back — she gave in, letting the pleasure consume her fully. The sweet sound of her cries urged Shepard on, guiding his every motion.
The taste of her arousal flooded his mouth — a delicious, dizzying blend of sweetness and that unmistakable flavor of asari desire. It drove him wild.
And as Shepard explored the most private, delicate part of her body, Liara began to lose herself in the sensation. Every touch, every flick of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. She arched beneath him, her hips rising to meet his mouth, desperate for more. The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming — so much so that she could hardly breathe. All she could do was surrender to the wave of ecstasy crashing over her.
Shepard's tongue kept dancing, and Liara felt the pleasure building steadily inside her. It was as though every nerve in her body was dissolving in fire, and she couldn't hold back the moans that spilled from her lips. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud of ecstasy, and more than anything, she wished the sensation would never end.
Her fingers plunged into Shepard's hair, pulling him closer against her soaked core, wanting to prolong the incredible feeling. And Shepard was only too eager to grant her that. He wanted to give her the full spectrum of pleasure, and he could sense he was winning the chase for her climax. Determined to bring her there, he continued his soft, rhythmic licks, flicking his tongue across her clit, then slowly tracing it in slow, teasing circles. He could tell she was close.
Shepard increased the pressure, moving with faster, more confident strokes. He could taste her flowing arousal in his mouth, feel how wet she was for him, and it only pushed his hunger further.
Liara's body arched toward him, then rolled in the opposite direction. The pleasure overwhelmed her, unable to fully escape in sound, instead pulsing through her in spasms of sensation. Shepard kept licking her, feeling her tighten and relax under every movement of his tongue, sensing how she was losing herself completely — giving herself over to his hands, his mouth, his will.
"Ah — Shepard… Shepard… Shepard!" Liara cried out, her voice thick with pleasure and near-animal longing. Her body sank into a tsunami of sensation unlike anything she'd ever imagined. Shepard's tongue moved faster now, more deliberately, and Liara could feel the climax building inside her, rising fast. The fire coiling deep in her belly was too strong to resist — and she no longer wanted to resist it.
And when it struck — when the bolt of raw pleasure shot through her entire body, when her eyes flashed black and her lips released not just a moan but a shattering scream — T'Soni knew this was it.
And she let go, convulsing in the throes of ecstasy.
Her muscles seized up, her back arched violently, pressing her dripping core against Shepard's mouth. The sensations were so powerful that Liara forgot how to breathe, completely consumed by the bliss that had overtaken her.
Only after several seconds did Shepard finally manage to slip free from her tight grip and look into her eyes.
Her face was flushed — almost human in the way it blushed — and her breath was still uneven. She gazed at Shepard with a look of gratitude and adoration unlike anything she'd ever felt for anyone before.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly from the intensity of what she'd just experienced. "That was… incredible."
Shepard smiled gently. He looked at Liara, admiring the sight of her naked body. Sweat glistened on her soft blue skin, her nipples still firm and flushed, her long legs trembling slightly from what may have been the strongest — and perhaps first — orgasm of her life. Her body was still shivering, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of deep satisfaction and exhaustion.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied in a soft, tender voice. "You're beautiful, Liara."
Liara smiled shyly, reaching out to gently stroke the captain's cheek, her fingers brushing across the rough stubble of his jaw with reverence.
"I want you to feel good too," she whispered, her voice soft, but brimming with expectation and desire. "May I… may I please you?"
Of course Shepard nodded — what kind of man would even think of refusing such a tender, breathless offer?
Liara's smile widened with anticipation, a glimmer of excitement in her sapphire eyes. She leaned in, pressing her bare body to his, savoring the warmth radiating from his skin, tracing every sculpted line of his chest with delicate fingers. In his strong arms, Liara felt safe — protected — but it didn't stop the electricity racing beneath her skin, the hunger mounting between them.
Her fingers slowly slid down his torso, lingering over the taut ridges of his abdomen. With a breathless sigh, she let her hands wander lower, tracing the faint line of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. Her touch grew bolder, more confident. Soon, her fingers deftly undid his belt, unfastened the button, and slid the zipper down in one smooth movement.
Raising her eyes to his, she met his gaze — so intense, so hot it made her tremble — and then, with a single slow pull, she drew both his pants and underwear down.
She gasped quietly. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, and already achingly hard. It stood tall, a proud and eager beast, veins pulsing along its heavy shaft. The head was swollen, a deep red hue darker than the rest of his skin, and already glistening with a bead of precum at its tip. As if greeting her, it gave a slight twitch toward her parting lips, inviting her closer.
Liara reached out, her small fingers wrapping carefully around him. The heat of him startled her; he felt like iron wrapped in silk, impossibly hard, alive with a steady throb she could feel down to her bones. Her palm barely encompassed his girth, and the length of him seemed endless. With hesitant wonder, she ran her fingertips along the shaft, marveling at each detail — the firm skin, the veins pulsing beneath, the silky drop of wetness she smoothed gently with her thumb.
Shepard groaned low, closing his eyes, surrendering to her touch. His hips twitched as her fingers began to move, slowly stroking him from base to tip. The rhythm was unsure at first, but she quickly found a cadence — gentle but eager, her fascination growing with every pass of her hand.
When she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock, his breath caught in his throat. Her lips brushed the sensitive tip, and she shivered at the taste — salty, rich, deeply masculine.
Liara continued to lick the captain's cock for a few more seconds, then slowly, cautiously — just as a shy, inexperienced girl might — she took the head of his cock into her warm mouth. She began to suck him gently, marveling at the size and taste. Her mouth was completely filled, and Shepard groaned loudly. His body tensed as her tongue started to caress the sensitive tip of his organ, both hungrily and tenderly. Her lips formed a tight, wet seal, creating a suction that drove him mad. He could feel her tongue gliding softly over his sensitive skin, and it took every ounce of restraint not to come that very moment.
The inexperience with which the young asari pleasured his cock was both touching and arousing to the captain. Even though Liara had no idea what she was doing, she made up for her lack of knowledge with pure enthusiasm and passion. And with natural talent. Oh, she definitely had that. She didn't make a single one of the classic mistakes that inexperienced girls often did when taking a man into their mouth for the first time. She skillfully moved her tongue along the head of Shepard's cock, wrapped it tightly with her lips, and generously coated it in saliva that dripped down the thick shaft of his penis all the way to the base.
The asari's bright blue eyes, filled with desire and undisguised excitement, looked up at Shepard. She quickly became accustomed to the size of his cock in her mouth and started taking him deeper. Her jaw opened wide in a desperate attempt to accommodate the girth of his sex, and her tongue softly traced unthinkable shapes over the part of his sensitive skin that was already caught in her mouth. Shepard groaned again, louder, giving himself completely over to the indescribable sensations T'Soni was giving him.
As she continued pleasuring Shepard, Liara felt her own arousal steadily growing. She loved how the captain responded to her touch, how his body tensed and relaxed under her hands. She genuinely wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given her, and she was determined to bring him to orgasm.
Shepard's cock was enormous, and Liara had difficulty fitting it into her mouth. But she wanted to take him as deep as possible and slowly began to move her head back and forth, taking him in and out of her mouth with increasing rhythm. Shepard looked down at Liara, his gaze darkened with lust. The sight of those innocent blue eyes turned up at him was maddening. She looked so young, so untouched, so perfect — and yet she was sucking his huge cock with such greedy passion, it felt forbidden, wrong… and incredibly arousing because of it.
The small, blue-skinned asari looked like the very embodiment of innocence — and yet, at this moment, Shepard's cock was the center of her universe. She worshipped him.
Captain Shepard felt Liara's lips tighten firmly around his cock, and he began to move his hips in rhythm with her motions. His hands settled on the crests of her head, guiding her, coaxing her to take him even deeper. Liara didn't resist — instead, she let out a soft moan, feeling her mouth stretch around him. She could barely swallow, but she didn't care. That roughness, born of the captain's arousal, sparked another surge of pleasure deep in her body. The asari was determined to please him, and she continued working her mouth with growing passion and confidence. She even quickened her pace, breathing through her nose to keep from choking on the unfamiliar feeling of his thick head pressing into her throat.
Liara's gaze dropped to the captain's heavy balls, and for a moment, she let his cock slip from her lips, unable to contain a breathy exclamation of surprise. Still, her mind quickly connected the obvious: a cock this massive would naturally be accompanied by a pair of equally impressive testicles. The skin was firm, dusted with short, dark hair. Liara noted that they were nearly the size of her fist. She had never seen anything like them, and a spark of curiosity flickered — was this normal for a human?
With a reverent sigh, she cupped his balls in her palm. They were heavy to the touch, as though all the cum he'd been holding back was stored right there in those massive orbs. When she released them, they swayed enticingly, stirring a sudden, unfamiliar urge in the young alien — to worship them with her tongue as well. Shepard shuddered at her touch, and a fresh bead of precum welled from his tip, slicking the head now once again nestled between her obedient lips.
Liara resumed sucking him with renewed hunger, now stroking him along his full length with one hand while fondling his swollen balls with the other. Shepard groaned, louder this time. Her mouth was pure bliss — hot, wet, and tight, her lips clinging snugly around him. With each new movement, Liara grew bolder, and his cock pushed deeper into her mouth, gradually starting to slip into her throat.
Shepard had expected her to gag — after all, she had no experience with pleasuring men, let alone with handling a cock of his size. Oral sex was clearly new to her, and despite her incredible enthusiasm, he assumed she wouldn't measure up to the more seasoned lovers he'd had before. So he was genuinely surprised to feel almost no resistance as his shaft sank deeper into her soft mouth. Her throat yielded with remarkable ease, as if her asari anatomy had been designed to take cocks like his. It was as if she had no gag reflex at all. Perhaps she had been born with a natural ability to take a man deeper than anyone else. Or maybe it was simply a trait of her species. Shepard recalled the rumors of the asari's infamous promiscuity and sexual skill — and suddenly, those stories didn't seem exaggerated at all.
Less than a minute after Liara began trying to take him deeper, half his length had already slipped into her throat, and the young beauty didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable. Her wide eyes had gone glassy, but it seemed more from arousal than lack of air. It was almost unbelievable — her body didn't flinch, didn't gag, didn't tense. Her throat welcomed him with unnatural ease, drawing him in almost to the base. It was both incredibly arousing and just slightly terrifying. Especially when he realized her throat hugged his cock just as tightly as the mouths of all those women who'd tried and failed to resist him before.
"Holy shit… you're incredible," he couldn't help but say.
And yet, he decided to test just how far his new lover's throat could stretch.
Abandoning every tender impulse he had for the girl, he gripped her head and began forcing his cock into her throat, deeper and deeper. And he was shocked by how far he went. The sensation was unreal: the tight walls of the beautiful alien's throat hugged the captain's shaft so snugly, so perfectly, that he nearly came right then and there, shooting deep into her stomach. And in that moment, he caught himself thinking — she probably wouldn't have minded one bit, if her lover's cum soaked her from the inside out.
But somehow, he held back. Groaning, he tore her mouth off his cock.
She really had been struggling. Poor thing. She gasped for breath, her big blue eyes red and wet, tears welling up. As she blinked, several tears slipped down her cheeks — and it was the most heartbreakingly adorable, yet impossibly arousing sight he'd ever seen. Shepard gently wiped one away with his thumb, giving her a smile of approval. Liara coughed softly, cleared her throat, and took a few deep breaths, steadying herself. And then, without a word, another wave of raw lust slammed through her — and she dove right back onto the captain's cock, greedily swallowing him again, stuffing her throat down onto Shepard's shaft all the way to the base.
Shepard shuddered at the sensation, a deep growl ripping from his chest.
The sound drove Liara wild. She doubled down, pushing herself harder. His cock was buried completely in her throat, and his heavy balls slapped wetly against her chin. As if that wasn't enough, T'Soni stuck out her little tongue and flicked it against Shepard's balls. Even for a man with his discipline, it was becoming almost impossible not to come.
But she couldn't hold back.
Shepard didn't see it, but the young asari had been touching her soaked little pussy the entire time she'd been deepthroating his cock. And when, caught up in the overwhelming sensations, he decided to fuck her willing mouth even rougher — Liara climaxed with such force that her whole body convulsed. She clung to Shepard's cock with her mouth, moaning shamelessly as a hurricane of pleasure tore through every nerve of her slender frame.
There's no way to describe what an asari woman feels during orgasm — those sensations simply don't exist in other species. But Shepard felt her tremble. He knew. She was cumming.
He held her head down hard against his cock, not letting her pull away. And he savored her. Sadistically, he took pleasure in the way her body writhed through the waves of ecstasy. The captain had no idea that his roughness only amplified Liara's climax a hundredfold — that his raw dominance made every nerve in her body dissolve into a sweet, endless rapture.
She moaned around his cock, and the vibrations in her throat drove him even closer to the edge. Liara was falling into a pit of pure bliss — her whole body shaking, aching to surrender fully, ready to damage itself just to keep this pleasure going. She didn't care about breathing. She didn't care about anything except holding on to the euphoria.
And through the haze, she felt it — the moment when Shepard's thick cock finally slipped out of her throat. And then, her body was rising.
The captain couldn't take it anymore. This sweet, blue-skinned slut needed to get what she deserved.
Shepard scooped her up in his arms like a child and tossed her onto the bed, then climbed over her, towering above.
The sight that greeted Liara was overwhelming.
Shepard stood above her, chest rising and falling with ragged, feral breaths — his arousal radiating off him in waves. His cock stood like a mast, thick and proud, glistening with saliva, nearly brushing against her sprawled, aching body. It was so close she could feel the heat of it. The captain was driving her insane.
She whispered things to him that, in a clear state of mind, would've made her blush in shame. But now, drowning in lust, she had no control over herself.
"Oh... Goddess…" she breathed, voice trembling.
The sight of his cock, engorged and veiny, gleaming wet and angry red, transfixed her. She couldn't look away. With trembling hands, T'Soni reached again for his balls — cupping them gently, stroking the heavy weight of them in her palm — and then she pulled him down toward her.
And in her eyes, Shepard saw it — trust so deep it made his chest tighten, and a hunger so naked it nearly brought him to his knees. That look alone gave him the final push he needed.
When he entered her, the flood of emotion hit like a crashing wave.
He had wanted this for so long — and now, now that it was finally happening, he could barely believe it. Liara was impossibly tight. Slick. Burning hot. And as he sank into her, thrust after slow, deliberate thrust, Shepard felt a connection unlike anything he'd ever known.
Liara gasped for air, caught between pain and pleasure. It was her first time, and her body didn't know what to expect — but when Shepard began to move, slowly at first, then deeper, then stronger, the pain ebbed, replaced by a rising, overwhelming pleasure that curled her toes and stole her breath. It hit her in waves — raw, primal, unstoppable.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, wordlessly begging him to go deeper. She could feel his heartbeat thundering against her chest — fast, hard, just like her own. The fullness inside her was staggering, like nothing she had ever imagined — and she surrendered to it, melted into it, giving every part of herself to him.
As he began to move inside her slowly, stretching her tender, tight little pussy with his thick cock, Liara surrendered completely to the sensations, letting Shepard guide her through this exquisite journey of pleasure. The captain was gentle, but firm — and she trusted him utterly, without question.
Shepard could feel that trust — and he genuinely wanted to give her the best experience of her life. He slowed down deliberately, taking his time, making sure she was comfortable. He kissed her deeply, and she responded, their tongues intertwining in electric knots of desire while the captain gently, yet insistently, pushed into the asari's slick cunt, gradually quickening the pace and drinking in the sound of her moans pouring into his ears.
Liara felt like she was on fire — every nerve ending alive with pleasure, tingling under his touch. She couldn't get enough. Her hips moved to meet each of his thrusts, her body begging for more. She wanted him to take her — hard, completely, irrevocably. She wanted him to claim her, to make her his forever. Her pussy, her breasts, her entire graceful body — she wanted it all to belong to Shepard, until the last star in the galaxy burned out.
It was unbelievable.
Her tight little blue hole was so wet, so snug, that every thrust brought fresh sensations for both of them — new waves of pleasure, each one more intense than the last. Both John and Liara wanted to make it last, to savor every second — but neither was sure they could hold on much longer. The bliss was too overwhelming, too immense to control.
And then — Liara started to glow.
Her entire body lit up with radiant blue light, and Shepard felt them lift off the bed — weightless, suspended in midair by a sudden surge of her biotic power. They floated together, infinitely free, as if the very laws of physics had surrendered to the act of their union.
Every cell, every movement, every moan became impossibly vivid — more sensual, more intense. Resisting that feeling wasn't just impossible — it would've been like denying the very meaning of existence itself.
Liara moaned loudly, her legs wrapping tight around Shepard — and he knew she was as close to the edge as he was. He thrust into her harder, driving toward the peak, and felt her hold him tighter. He looked down at her face — and what he saw left him breathless.
It was as if, in that moment, he saw Liara's true self.
And she was beautiful.
Her eyes had turned black — just like they had when she once merged her consciousness with the captain's. But now, her face bore a different expression: a half-mad smile, wild yet radiant. Because in this moment, she was experiencing one of the most powerful sensations of her entire life.
"I... Shepard... I..." she tried to speak — but the orgasm struck her mid-sentence, stealing her voice.
She wrapped her legs tightly around her lover's waist, and the biotic field around them intensified so fiercely that Shepard could no longer tell up from down, couldn't feel where his body ended and hers began. They were entangled — his blue-skinned princess, his beloved — bound together by something far greater than the laws of physics or reason.
The orgasm tore through her, and it felt like she was shattering into a million pieces. It was the most intense sensation she had ever known — and it seemed to last forever.
Shepard couldn't hold back any longer.
With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself completely inside her — and then his climax crashed over him like a tidal wave. Everything else vanished. All that remained was the wild, unrelenting ecstasy, and the impossibly tight asari pussy gripping his cock in a way no human woman ever could. Her little hole clung to him with such perfect pressure that every pulse of his orgasm sent shocks across his entire body.
He filled her completely. His cum flooded her pussy, spilling into her depths and dripping down the inside of her thighs. Liara felt the hot rush pour into her and let out the sexiest moan John had ever heard in his life.
They stayed like that for several perfect moments — bathing in the glow of something new, something wordless that followed the act of their joining.
Only after some time did they slowly drift back down, settling into the twisted, sweat-soaked sheets. Shepard kissed her softly on the lips, then gently pulled out of her. He lay beside her, wrapping her in his arms and holding her close.
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Thank you, Shepard. That was... incredible."
The asari snuggled against him, feeling completely safe. She had never experienced anything like this before — and she didn't want it to end. She wanted to stay wrapped in his arms forever.
And with the thought that the captain's bed was the coziest place in the entire universe, she drifted off into a peaceful, blissful sleep.