Bagging the Justicar

Romancing a kinky justicar
Samara x M Shepard

Morinth's body had hit the glass hard. The final attack erasing her daughter from the world. Sitting in the observation bay she could go back to a time where Morinth sat on her knee after missions abroad listening to her tales. After she was fully grown she continued listening on the floor with her eyes closed picturing everything in her mind.

Samara opened her eyes out to the black space peppered with a few notable stars. All her daughter wanted was to love freely and it was her job to stop her. Being an Ardat-Yakshi meant anyone she tried to love would die after the first time. Now she was gone as her mother bore witness to her child's demise. Her eyes would not tear as she shook the last glimpses of their journey. It was a consolation that in the next life she would find peace in the embrace of the goddess.

The door opened in the slow even steps that identified Captain Shepard to the Justicar. Walking to his usual seat she was impressed at his personal character. Sitting next to her they would just talk like two friends at a store or as one of the engineers had put it; two lovers the next day. While Shepard was a fine human as well as a true friend to she was full centuries older then him. During some of their conversations he would not hear answers to his questions of her love life. Back when he asked it seemed so natural to answer, and she didn't mind answering her past to him, and he would do the same.

“ Your interest in my romantic affairs is noticed, and appreciated.”

Before watching him walk out she could feel his eyes on her that made her feel a few centuries younger. While she would meditate often she would that certain part of her mind down.

Having one of the most powerful humans forgo others for just her was a hard point to fight against. What made her decision harder was a young Morinth from her memories once asking if everyone had the right to be happy. Like a bucket of cold water right through her, she was chilled with the thought of hypocrisy. For if she went for it like her female emotions had wanted she would swallow the fact that her daughter; who wanted to be loved at her core could not get what her mother could. Resetting in to her meditation position she only thought of the scale weighing her dead daughter's dreams against her own.

Sitting back in his cabin, Shepard gazed at the ceiling wondering how he could make it work between himself and her. He had turned down Jack and Miranda as well as Ashley on the previous Normandy just to wait for the single being that could make him whole. Despite what he could figure as three quarters of a millennium old, she still walked through a hard life with a code many would deem suffocating. It did not hurt either that she was still in tremendous shape. He was not the only person who had fantasized about the Asari mother. All he could hope was that a special moment arrived and she would be open to it. Trying to define special all he could think was that he would know when he saw it.

Going down to one of many planets near the quarian fleet Mordin, Samara, and himself began to explore a cave formation where the miners had turned to husks. Scanning down the hallway had turned into a gunfight with a couple waves of them. It had taken a surprise abomination between Mordin and the other two to bring the rocks down between them. The resident genius stood transfixed after the creature detonated as the rocks now cut him off from the other two. Looking at the structure of the cave as well as some basic info about the planet he found that moving the rocks may cause larger cave ins to follow.

Informed of his teammates hypothesis the other two made their way further in to the cave where the crew quarters were built. Husks and abominations peppered their path as they made their way to the squatting boxy structure. Locking the door behind them they took care making sure to clean the few enemies that still stood within its walls. Having what few husks still inside kept them on their toes as they blocked off the points of entry. After clearing the kitchen it was noticed that it was still stocked with dry rations that were still edible in one of the back cupboards. Finding an old com panel hackable to get a single message to the Normandy. Letting Joker know the situation, they could only sit back and wait for help to arrive.

The first few minutes were the worst as they filled with a pregnant silence before she had begun her meditations. Shepard looked out at the wall with a blank expression as his mind flitted through his memories. He had fought hard for everything from the gangs he was a member of in his youth to the fight with Saren saving a council that believed that no invasion would occur until the geth knocked on the front door. Finding the Justicar as well as helping his other friends and crew members had left him here. While some memories were good and others were bad the constant remained that he was so very tired of being alone. Everyone had looked at him as the great spectre, a title he had earned, kept, and enjoyed through his times. Being revived after the destruction of the first Normandy he had to work with a group he deemed enemies less then two years ago. Now he was given a second chance to save the universe just to fight the reapers.

“ Commander Shepard?”

Jerking his head from his memories he smiled in the direction of the sound. Seeing Samara standing in front of him with a quizzical look on her face.

“ Yes, Samara?”

“ Is something wrong? You have been staring at that wall for the past fifteen minutes.”

“ No, nothing's wrong Samara, maybe I've been hanging out with Thane too much though.”

“ We are having trouble receiving a message, all lines from the ship have gone silent.”

Fishing through some of the drawers in one of the workrooms a map of the tunnels showed their position in relation to the exit of the facility. Collecting the few useful items left in the building the decision was made to make their way out, but only after a rest was taken. The dreams that had plagued his waking hours left him to rest. Opening his eyes he picked up on the soft blue light associated with the Asari's meditation. She had stood up soon after he woke ready to go. Removing the blockade from the exit both made sure everything was optimal before leaving. Hearing the door slide open revealed a nearly flat clear path for a couple hundred yards.

No sound came from anything except for the two pairs of footsteps cautiously trekking further in. Every few yards She could feel his eyes wander to her sending small thrills well remembered in her youth to climb her spine. He was much too young for her, but she was still an asari. No matter what the age all asari enjoy the views of those who believe them to be beautiful. Pulling her attention from him a low sound against their steps marked the arrival of another creature. Carefully aiming at the source he pulled the trigger sending a splash of orange blood against the side of the wall. The small detonation afterward reverberated off the structure. Both knew that staying would become more dangerous as more of the husks and abominations began to appear from the small vents leading from the main complex. Samara had taken point position as they made their way up against the left wall before everything gone to hell.

A large number of the creatures were soon on top of their position with scions appearing from what looked like auxiliary hallways. Between biotics, Shepard's rifle, as well as a couple well timed abominations self destructing the scions dropped quickly. Their deaths had brought only more enemies as a pair of the explosive husks had made their stand as Samara passed the doorway. Easily dispatching them their deaths made the walls begin to shake. Wishing to remain unseperated he had made it up to her before everything went dark. The time felt like moments leaping away as his senses returned, and as the feeling had begun to come back so had an intense pain in his left arm.

“ Don't move it, you got pinned after the cave in.”

Try as he might his left arm just hung from his shoulder broken no doubt. Wobbling to his feet he looked to see a make shift sling keeping the offended limb close to his chest.

“ How long?” he groggily asked.

Answering that he had been out for what seemed like an hour he looked up the path as it began to climb towards the surface. The now open path he found was partially filled with rock fall. Rumbles were occasionally felt as well as heard as the walls were traversed to whatever small openings remained. Listening to nothing except the occasional skitter the supposed cave in began to wear on both of them after squeezing through a chasm in third wall. Darkness was now only cut by the small rays of weakened light filtering through the small recesses. Looking at the next obstacle it held no gaps and only after a through search was a small crawlspace found. They were down a man in a dangerous set of caves that may just fall on them at any moment. Watching her hips sway in front of him he was at least going to die smiling before he shooed less then noble thoughts away when she suddenly stopped.

“We need to go back, the rocks are about to.”

A swift tumble of stone had blocked off their exit while a boulder fell off the wall barely missing his feet. Stretching herself against the corner there was enough room for both to lay comfortably with a little space between them. Tapping the virtual buttons on his broken hand the omni tool sprang to life bestowing the small space with a soft orange glow.

“Joker, do you hear me, Normandy come in.”

Static had dampened it still the voice was heard.

“ Reading you commander, Normandy here.”

“Joker, Me and Samara are two hundred meters from the auxiliary escape hatch, and I'm injured.”

“ Copy that, Mordin, Grunt, and Garrus have made their way planetside and are looking for a map right now so sit tight., Normandy out.”

Waiting to be rescued he looked at the matriarch before trying to lighten the mood.

“So what was she like?”

“Who?”

“Your lover?”

Hearing the question from him left her off guard for a second before remembering the assault on the shadow broker. Surely the files on her would have been at hand.

“ You and her have a lot in common, If she was alive I suspect you two would have gotten along quite well.”

Contemplating the answer for a second he had another question already on his lips before she continued.

“ Both of you are very energetic individuals with the need to do what's right even when it is not asked, also both of you are horrid dancers.”

Laughing at the barb for a moment he opened the right to be questioned.

“ Despite all the females vying for your attention you seem to be interested more in my romantic life then your own, why is that?”

“ Truthfully, I want to know if I have a chance”

“Your much too young Shepard, I have lived for close of twenty of your lifetimes.”

“While I have already died once already so I don't see the problem. We are both at the end of our lifetimes. We are both warriors, and as far as I could tell you had wanted the same.”

“ Shepard I have been alone for the past four hundred years. One can forget a lot about relationships in that time.”

“ Then let's learn it together.”

“ My code will no allow that, Shepard, I am sorry.”

“ From what I have read of your code, Samara you can have a relationship as long as the partner of the justicar does not commit any atrocity or action unbecoming of the justicar or her people.”

[He read part of the code! He has been thinking about this for some time then]

“ I know how it feels to lose family, and while I have not killed a member of mine I did essentially kill one of my closest friends and crew members in the hunt for Saren.”

“ I apologize, but that is not quite the same as killing your own child.”

“ No it isn't, but it does make me want to find someone who is honorable, loving, as well as a warrior. So I won't have to explain to someone when a mission is bothering me, but I can be there just the same. I want to share my time with you, Samara.”

Laying on the dirt they could hear the shotgun blasts from above.

“ Just think about it Samara, it looks like we got our rescue party. “

Back on the Normandy everyone involved was quickly debriefed on the mission and subsequent rescue where Mordin and Grunt were arguing over what the latter called Krogan engineering.

“ Using your shotgun to blast rocks is not seen as a form of engineering science!”

Smiling happily he looked at Mordin before answering” Worked though”

Letting everyone out as the meeting concluded Shepard with his new cast walked in the elevator hitting the button for his personal cabin. Most of the miniature ships he had collected peered down from the glass case as he checked what mail he received during his time in the cave. Hearing the doors open he did not turn until it was obvious who it was. Clad in her usual attire Samara stood with her usual grace. Telling how she had made a decision about them left him on edge. Moving from his chair he grasped one of her hands before it had snaked around her waist pulling her closer. Capturing her lips had proven difficult as once again the feeling of the stasis field stopped him.

“ Shepard, if we continue this I want to let it be known that among my people I am a relic of the past. If you do not mind that then I would only enjoy our consummation.”

Seconds later the stasis field dropped after that it didn't take long to crash his lips in to hers. The force of the collision alone sent her back slightly. Breaking for air she tried to voice a concern only to be cut off by a pair of lips on top of her own. Smiling, both made their way to his bed. Carefully resting on the mattress she had pulled his body over hers as the asari began to swim through his mind.

[ If this is overcoming eternity I will sign up for the first wave] He though as the simple contact between their minds filled more of their hearts. Seeing all of the other's life had been a treat despite the blush at the length of hers to which Shepard happily watched her raise her family to the justicar oath. Blissful happiness was the only thing felt from him, and that in itself surprised the small portion of her that expected him to bolt.

Coming back to reality the link had provided a strong sensory experience. She could feel everything so clearly as well as the ripples of emotion that Shepard had given off. Feeling smooth palms climb up her suit made her shiver until the zipper began its descent. Her eyes widened as she felt the mix of lust and want become part of her own emotion.

“ Now, let's see if your too old.”

Pulling the zipper down the valley of her chest she could feel the heat of lust begin to warm her belly. There it stopped as her hand came over his. Standing up at the foot of the bed she maneuvered a small wiggle out of the tight grasp her hips had on the latex like suit. No sooner did the garment pool around her feet did her emotions rise. She was being viewed like a piece of meat among vorcha. The view coming from him made a smile quickly jump to her face before she turned around.

He was positioned at the seat of the bed with one arm he pulled her close earning a small blush. Raising himself up a couple inches he began licking the flesh in the valley of her now unrestricted chest before playing with its tip. Slowly sweeping across the flesh with his tongue a small coo ensured his success as he slowly began to suck a sharp gasp squeezed from her throat as her hand made its way in to his short dark hair. Feeling his hand rest on her hip made her glow with feminine pride. He was enjoying her body like a young child and she was enjoying everything about it. Letting herself out of her suit had left everything free to be touched. Hot damp licks against cool flesh punctuated by suction on the mound of small pleasurable bites only bolstered by the intense emotion he was giving her.

Feeling how much he had wanted her, how much he wanted to please her, how much he wanted to be hers. It was a heady rush no doubt that would only continue to build as his uninjured hand had made it's way to her other breast before beginning to squeeze the nipple earning a small gasp. Kneading her sizable chest was something she hadn't felt for more then half a millenia. Despite the time it felt so good to have someone else pleasure her. Pulling her back on the bed he could see her eyes half opened with a lusty gaze.

Flipping her over she had no idea what was going on until he reached his target. Grinding his tongue her dampening opening was almost like a drug that bucked her hips on reflex. Minute stabs of his rough tongue against her most sensitive organs left her beginning to pant. Just as soon as she thought she would find her release he would slow down only grazing the edges lightly. Patience finally was wearing thin when he accompanied it with a single finger quickly knuckle deep in her flooded slit. Letting a quiet squeak her body expelled a torrent of thick juice held back by years of abstinence. Manning the assault on her body he tried to lengthen the time of her release. She did not know how he had done it as each wave did not get weaker for fifteen minutes. At the back of her mind she could feel the pointer finger flex and press inside her, and with one last deep breath he began to massage to semi soft bundle of nerves from within. Outside his tongue was playing with her asari physiology finding a rather sensitive spot before sucking on the flesh.

It had sent her over as her mouth suddenly opened silently from the throws of a good orgasm to a massive one washing through her. No doubt the bed was soaked in her orgasm. It didn’t matter to her at the moment as she enjoyed the attention of her new lover.

“Seem pretty young to me Samara, you came like a maiden.”

Shepard was soon turned with a very game looking Samara on top her right hand on the bed glowing with her biotic power. Her eyes still calm were showing that he was not going to go anywhere.

“ Clothes. Off. Now”, Samara whispered in a serious tone before ripping the entirety of Shepard's outfit to ribbons. As he tried moving he could also feel her power keeping him in place.

Calmly pulling the ribbons of cloth only the cast remained. Grazing over his erect member some games began to formulate. A lesson in asari physiology was in order and no teacher was better then a matriarch. Straddling his waist she bent down as he could see her hands pinch the sides of her breasts sharply before the flesh began to expand. Matriarchs had been given the gift of producing milk at will for infants when a certain nerve was pinched shut. Despite the use of such things now it entertained her to use it in bed again. Feeling the growth in her chest nearly finish her hands roamed to a very erect penis.

Moving up his lips pushed down on the hardened nipple teasing the breast with small flicks and draws earning a moan it was wrong in some form but feeling the lust mirrored pushed them further as the pull of liquid from her chest made her coo writhing on top of him until it was back to normal size. She felt her own want increasing before grinding herself against him ready for more. Slow at first it had definitely caused a reaction as he soon met her speed. She looked down at the younger sex starved commander who had just finished nursing from her. Drinking her fluids as well enjoying her kinks her power waned enough to flip positions. Laying between her legs he had taken to assaulting the crook of her neck in sharp love bites.

“ Not bad for an old asari I take it?” she muttered only getting a growl in response. He would show her who was old.

Rolling her over he probed her hips with a single finger lubing it with her spent fluid before carefully sending waves of calmer emotion. Feeling her relax he pushed the digit in through the ring of muscles she was not a human woman by the feeling but much tighter. Wrapping his finger in a sea of muscle and movement she began to grab at the bedsheets as a perverse thrill shot up her body. Removing his finger he sat at her entrance before slowly pushing in to the sweet resistance. Hearing her moan in half pain he stopped only to get a cold glare. Sitting back on him her point was made clear. Thrusting in to her he picked up his speed after the first slam back. The sensation of her hips take him over and over was hard to keep from instantly filling her with his seed. Using his one good hand he grabbed at a cheek proclaiming she was not old.

Samara lay bent over as a man she had feelings for was fucking her in the ass like a common dancer. A sensation of her asshole opening and closing to allow his cock tight passage was a mix of slight pain to great pleasure. Intoxicated by the feeling she began to experiment tightening the muscles as she came down on him eliciting a strangled gasp at the new feeling. Bouncing off of each other she was about to voice how the old asari was doing until a sharp light blow had bounced off her ass leaving a light purple hand print on her blue buttock. Gasping for more they reached a level of movement for a few minutes before Sheaprd reached for her hips firing happily in to the asari was currently starting on the throes of her third orgasm. Feeling the hot fluid pour in to her she pulled him to the bed sweating and tired. Both were soon happily sleeping in the arms of the other.