Chapter 14: Liaramancer

Jon took a deep breath as we walked back to the Normandy. He felt like a new man, after the work the Consort and her Acolyte gave him. He even, dare he think, felt young again. His posture was even better, because it wasn’t forced into a poor state due to all the times he was injured. While his life with Piper and Jane was quiet, he didn’t just stop picking off a street level bad guy every now and then before they became a bigger threat to the nascent state and alliance.

When people finally had a real chance to breath, to worry not as much about pure survival, when the immigrants and births exploded around the rebuilding Boston and Capital, a lot of people thought they wanted to be the next Eddie Winters, or Skinny Malone. The next Wire or Red. There was a renaissance in culture about the sympathetic unsavory element. Noble raiders just trying to survive like everyone else, like Wire and some others in all honesty. Honorable gangsters that stole from the rich and gave to the poor, like Malone in honesty again given that his only major rival that had anything to steal was another gangster. No one stole from Hancock.

Hancock ran, naturally, and only won less than ten percent of the vote both times. Jake had won practically unanimously twice. Three times if you account his official appointment by the legislature as Civilian Minister before elections were scheduled, their third act another unanimous one.

It wasn't all bad for Hancock’s ambitions however. A lot of people liked him, a lot of people agreed that they needed a bit of a hardass in office against both organized crime making a comeback, and outside threats. However Jake Evans was the man that literally rebuilt the Commonwealth with his own two hands thanks to his work on ASAMs. All Hancock’s actual record showed was keeping the peaceful status quo in a seedy town filled with junkies and crooks.

People still supported him, given his next two landslide wins against Old Man Stockton, just too nice for the problems New England was facing. Old man Stockton was even older, but still won a single term, people wanting someone nicer like Jake for a change after Hancock’s open thuggery. He died near the end of it. There was a bit of a crisis because Jon had not put a clear line of succession in for that case, and there was no Vice President. Congress realized they didn’t have an executive, wouldn't have one until the next election, and scrambled to figure out what to do about it. Jon’s magical piece of paper didn’t tell them like it told them other things. He smiled as he hopped in the slow elevator.

He did it intentionally. Just to see how they would handle it. If New England collapsed to civil war because they couldn’t figure out how to appoint a President, and amend their constitution to clarify it, then they deserved to fail. He would protect himself and his family in that case. If they figured it out, which they did, then he knew things were alright, and would only get better for some time yet.

Jon listened to he debate on the congressional broadcast. The issue was brought up in an emergency session, there was yelling, banging for order, and the recognized speaker suggested they appoint one. They reminded the congress they didn’t have the authority to do any of what they initially passed before the first elections under the written law. It shouldn’t be a problem, he argued, for a couple months while we fix the mess we were left by our General.

Whoever it was obviously knew Jon, and knew he did what he did just to see what would happen. They knew he wouldn't have left something obvious like that out without reason. He never caught the name of the man, just tuning into the parts he wanted to hear and not the boring procedure they unfortunately imported from the NCR.

That of course caused more yelling, more order banging. Both at the words against the infallible and perfect General, the man that gave them everything they had, and at the obvious question. Who would be the president?

Jake! Hancock! They had their terms! It’s only for a couple months! Previous presidents would kill current presidents for a couple more years of power with that precedent! The General! Gen-eral! Gen-eral! Gen-eral!

The General put us in this mess! Do you think he would forget to write in a succession of office!? The actual recognized speaker tried to yell.

Gen-eral! Gen-eral!

The banging again. Order! ORDER! The shrilling voice of the parliamentarian cried.

Make that noisy bitch president! Yeah! Noisy-bitch! Noisy-bitch!

Jon chuckled, then and as the elevator stopped and he stepped back into the Alliance berth. And thus it was New England had their first Madam President. She ran, because what else would she do, and won after her initial appointment. She was noisy, she was a bitch, and just as tough on organized crime and other outside threats, more lawful and less corrupt than Hancock even.

Jon founded NATO with Maxson, but the Systems Alliance as it stood was her brainchild, being the president that oversaw formal contact with China. The provisions she added, nay demanded, made it what it was. More than just a military alliance between wasteland nations. A global, and now galactic super power compromised of equal partners, technically given the smaller states that didn't have the influence the big three had, and all agreeing of follow a lose structure of laws to keep the order, peace, and trade going between members.

The airlock of the Normandy opened, and he stepped inside. EDI’s voice chimed, “Logged, the commanding officer has returned. Please report to the cargo bay.”

Jon stepped onto the command deck, most still away for the last of their shore leave. He had gotten a message from EDI to return on a non priority basis, but he needed a nap and would have returned from the Consort anyway. She let him use her shower, but her scent was still deep in his nose, and probably would be for some time. She gave him a Prothean trinket, and hopefully it held something that would help him.

He got on the elevator, and rode down to the cargo deck. The lights were dim, and in it’s center was a crate that Wrex was sitting on.

Jon walked up, “Wrex.”

“Sheppurd.” Wrex said, a little tipsy.

Jon smiled, “How was your leave?”

“Good. No fish in the canal, but good seafood. Heh, drank all their fancy booze too. Should have seen their faces when I actual paid for it.”

Jon scoffed, “Well at you’re age, in your work.”

Wrex chuckled, “Heh, heh. You'd be pretty stupid if you weren't loaded by now. You know why we got called back before anyone else? Something to do with this thing. She said I couldn’t open it until you got here. It your birthday or something? You smell like you just walked of an Asari whorehouse, without inviting your buddy Wrex.”

Jon smirked, “I got a personal invitation to the Consort.”

Wrex’s jaw hung down, “Holy varrenshit, it must be your birthday. That doesn’t happen.”

Jon showed teeth with his smile, and Wrex met it. He said, “EDI, what’s going on here.”

EDI chimed in the bay, “If you would remove yourself from it, you may open the crate Wrex. It is for you, but I felt it appropriate your buddy Jon was with you.”

Wrex hopped down, “Aright, Let’s see what he got here.”

He opened it up, and his breath hitched some as he spied it’s contents. It was well worn, well use, well maintained even ancient Krogan armor. Jon asked, “The armor you were looking for?”

Wrex nodded, “Yeah. I was hopping for more of a fight to take it back, but here it is.”

EDI chimed again, “It was in an Alliance museum on Earth. The only thing they knew about it was that it was ancient clan armor. It was seized in the Argos Rho cluster after the Alliance began enforcing it’s territorial claims in earnest. A replica is being made to replace the display, and it’s entry is being updated to reflect it’s providence.”

Wrex ran his hand over it slowly, “Thank you, my friends. My Krantt.”

EDI said, “It would have been returned to the Krogan people sooner, however,”

“There’s nothing to return it to. Maybe the Sisters, but you have to find them, and get them to trust you.” Wrex almost bit at the state of his people.

Jon gave him a quick slap on the back, “There will be Wrex. One day this armor will sit in it’s own museum on Tuchanka.”

“Heh, about the only thing it’s good for. I need some time to think. When there is, we’ll seize something from the Alliance and put it right next to it.”

Jon nodded. Before turning he said, “You can try.”

Wrex’s eye turned to meet his, and he gave a toothy grin, “Heh, heh.”

Jon walked away and took the lift back up to his quarters. He threw his clothes off and when though a few stretches, savoring his returned agility and flexibility. After came yet another shower. A quick dry and he was in a simple shirt and skives to get some sleep after his near life changing experience. He was still giving Liara the time she needed, but he wondered how he would navigate that particular issue.

They hadn’t commuted or anything, or even talked about it, but it wasn’t a good look to his eye. Was he supposed to turn down the Consort? Someone that dare he say need him more than he need her? A woman that does what she does most likely doesn’t get to worry about herself and her needs much.

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The chime of his door interrupted his thoughts, giving him no time to continue his thoughts, “Enter!” He called just as he threw the covers off to climb in bed.

The door opened and Liar was standing there, still with sorrow but not as much as he had seen from her. Her arms here wrapped around each other just under her breasts, and she had a slightly disappointed look in her face.

She said, “My apologies Sheppard. I can come back later if you are about to sleep.”

“You don’t have too.” He said, meeting her eye with his.

She smiled softly, and just as softly stepped it. Jon took a seat on the edge of her bed, obviously beckoning her to the spot beside. She did not take it immediately however. First she went to his desk and turned her back. Then her form fitting lab coat and gloves cam off, revealing her own defined features on her soft blue skin. His lip twitched as he fought himself, every recent memory of the Consort coming back and urging him. Just looking at the back of the archaeologist was more enticing than the Consort ever could be, he decided. The Consort was a soft woman of pleasure and comfort. Liara in front of him was a hardened woman of action and determination, inexperienced only by the standards of fussy Matriarchs.

Her tight pants came next, and he found they hid much of her curves. He knew the front would be well hidden as well when she finally turned. Liara was down to her panties, but that was as far as she went. Jon took a breath to contain himself. For all he knew, she wanted a more intimate conversation, but only that. The Asari were very open people. Everything was sexual, yet nothing was as well. Whatever was about to happened, he would let her drive it. It seemed to work so far.

She turned and met his eye again, and his thought were confirmed on how much was hidden under her coat. Perhaps he underestimated as well. She softly walked over to the spot Jon left for her, and took it while putting a hand on his arm. She worked her other hand under his shirt, obviously liking what she felt, and then took it off for him.

After she did she threw her skin against his, rubbing her check into his upper chest, her hands down his back, and her breasts into his abdomen. Jon met it but putting on on her back, and another on her neck.

She said, “I do not wish to be alone right now, Sheppard. I wish for you to hold me, and tell me things will be okay.”

“They’ll...be okay” Jon winced as he lied to her face.

She called it immediately, but there’s a difference between knowing something, and hearing it. She nodded as she took a shuttered breath, and fought to contain herself as well from the sobs. Jon pulled her down gently into bed, and further into him. Her leg wrapped around his, and started rubbing them together slowly in a rhythmic motion. It seemed any skin she could put in contact with Jon she would. If she simply wanted to sleep on top of him, the sounds of his heartbeat flowing into her auditory senses, then he was certainly fine with that.

The spoke nothing for a while, simply taking the presences of the other in, Jon tracing the tendril he saw abused with a gentle finger. Then her sculpted nose did it’s work, and she dug it into his chest to confirm. Her head came up with a lopsided smile, and a curious look.

She said, “Did you-”

“I got an invite from the Consort. A very personal one.” Jon admitted truthfully.

She scoffed and did her best to fight outright laughter. She said, “By the Goddess that’s incredible. Her client list is very exclusive. You may wait months and still only ever see her Acolytes.”

Jon huffed a couple times with a smile, “I’m pretty sure she was my client.”

Liara did laugh now, ribbing her skin even harder into him, and a hand starting to tease to a more interesting place. Jon asked, “You’re not-”

“Sheppard.”

“Jon.”

Her hand left and came up to his face, “Jon. The Asari have different views on things than most. Perhaps if you walked into a common brothel I would be somewhat off put, however the Consort is not a person you deny an invitation from.”

Jon smirked, “She looked like she need a real release. Like she hadn't been able to take care of herself for a while. It was a whole role play.”

Liara put her hand back to tease, even going a little further into his course pubic area. It wasn't the first she had seen and felt, no prude with some of the intelligent and good looking colleges she worked with, but it was the first she had felt of Jon.

“I imagine. With what she does, her whole life is catering to the needs of others.” She said as she gripped him gently, Jon no longer fighting his urge. She breathed in unsteadily when she measured his size.

Jon moved a hand down and started his own foreplay, rubbing her gland and feeling out her folds, unique they were to the Consort and the Acolyte. He said, “I was practically her fuck toy, an enchanted knight under the influence of her powerful spells.”

Liara giggled as she introduced some biotics, Jon took a deep breath in repose and she had moment of realization, “That means she-”

“Yeah. Kind of killed the mood. I was handing on for dear life and couldn’t warn her. I, ah, did not expect what happened.”

Liara giggled again, then hitched her breath as Jon did is work, penetrating with his fingers while working his thumb. Her hand had pushed his skives out of the way and worked even faster. Her mouth met his, and the taste was bitter first, before sweet again as her glands shot into his mouth, washing out the taste to the Consort. Her tongue worked it against his as her drip became nearly a pour over his fingers, and her breasts leaked as well onto his chest. Her biotic hand on him never stopped, and every twitch of his leg wrapped in between hers emboldened her more and more.

She broke her kiss with small moans, and uneven breath. She look at him with her mouth still open, her glands inside still leaking down her lip. She hissed, and a biotic burst at her lips flung it into his face, and again into his sinuses at the angle she was. Her hand moved faster and faster to his grunts, and she hissed a second time, marking him with her sweet scent more than he was.

For having different views, being more care free on matters of love, the Asari could be particularly territorial, and nearly predatory in how they act during passion. Animistic. Jon wondered where it all came from, a species seeming engineered for pleasure and sex, but he kept his thoughts to himself, finding some of the conclusions to that inquiry ones he did not want to make or think about.

He did ask, “Is this always messy like this?”

She broke her moans of pleasure to answer, “When you have a whore’s scent on you, yes.”

Jon chuckled, and decided to take the wheel of the encounter. He tossed himself up and over her, her back on the bed and him on his knees towering over. Their eyes met, and she began trying to work her bottoms off of her perfect curves. Jon add his own hands to it, and the wet article as flopped onto the floor of his cabin. Liara was breathing heavy as her legs came back around him, pulling the rest of her body towards what she wanted inside her. It was Jon’s turn to tease as he decided not to plunge in. he slowly rubbed his shaft against the top of her leaking folds. Her breaths were still shuttered, and her breasts were now leaking almost as much. She roughly grabbed one, trying to stimulate anything else while she waited for her desired prize. The drip from it became a burst as she squeezed near the peak and onto Jon.

He stopped his slow stroke, and positioned his tip just on her engorging folds. Liara inhaled sharply as he began to push in, but as soon as he met a bit of resistance he pulled back out. She inhaled again as he repeated the process, but then shot a dagger into his eyes when she realized she was still being toyed with. Her abdomen flexed, and her azure velvet opened more, wide and accepting of him. A sly smirk told Jon of the trap, and his return smirk told her of his willingness for fall into it.

He pushed in, finding little resistance, her soft membrane brushing against his full sensitivity. When he reached the limit, he tried to pull back out again, and her folds wrapped around him, and tightened as the trap sprung. It wasn't enough to vex him however, his backward motion continued to near the end of his length, and then drove back in though the constriction to it’s limits.

Liars legs were still wrapped around him as she moaned, and Jon set a steady pace though her swolen canal. It was about him now, and he didn’t mind something basic. He usually preferred it even. Liara was a sorceress as well, and the same trick prevented his final release as he hit the limits of his control, much less than with a human. She had also found a better rhythm than the Consort, convincing him of Asari control as well. She would open wide when he pushed in, giving his throbbing head a chance to breath, and tighten up as he pulled out, beckoning him back in, begging him not to leave.

He obliged over and over, and as he did his hand came up and traced out her own well defined form, her own abdominal peaks and valleys just under the soft blue skin and layer of fat covering her womb. Every inch of it he traced, and read the story of, the more and more he fell for the moaning and twitching woman under him. His hand moved up to her unstimulated breast, and he squeezed roughly, eliciting more of her scent on his hand. He put his wet fingers into his mouth, savoring the sweetness of it, and picked up his pace a little more.

While his own abdomen was contracted his pleasure and orgasm, no release forthcoming, he was a lot looser than he was, and their passion was not as intense as his previous encounter. But even then he was reaching his limits, his hitched breath timed with his choppier and choppier thrusts into Liara.

Between her moans and heavy breaths, she opened her eyes and stared into her lover. Jon knew what she wanted to do, and saw the determination there. Now she knew what she was walking into, and wanted with every fiber of her being to navigate it and end the passion the Asari way.

Jon decided she had earned the right to try, and slowed his pace as he leaned onto her with his own heavy breaths. Her hands came up to the back of his head, and pulled it into her wet breasts. Her arms wrapped around, and so did her legs anchoring herself for the final part of the ride.

“Embrace eternity.” She whispered into his ear.

Liara’s eyes went wide with stars, and Jon did his best to relax and give her back the wheel.

REVENGE! REVENGE! REVENGE! The damage to his mind began to chant, but then it stopped.

Liara had navigated though it, and all that was left was the two of them embraced tight in a spinning void. She made no attempt to go anywhere else, or see anything else. Only pull Jon out of the red haze his mind was constantly in. It was as if ever ounce of pleasure he had given her was stored and then fed back into his nervous system though his hard tip. Likewise every bit of pleasure he felt from her was shot back though her womb and into the rest of her body. Then the feedback look hit from both, and it was traded back and forth to infinity.

Jon finally began his release, slow and measured as if being savored by the master of the proceedings. In their minds, and in body, they pulled each other tighter and tighter, her nails clawing into his back, his hand gripping and squeezing whatever fiber of muscle he could. He just began to notice a white flash off in the distance, but cared not for it as he sank deeper and deeper into her body, her warmth, and her focused mind.

The flash stopped, and Liara had broken the contact. The slow release became a torrent as he heaved inside of her. Liara closed her eyes again as she shot up in her elbows, and instinctively tired to pull away from the over stimulation of her walls from his seed. He grabbed her on his now instinct and pulled her tight to complete the transaction, his off hand still bracing him up on the bed, and drove as deep as he could inside her. It was nearly an imperative he do so, as if guided by the residual touch of her minds desires.

Her arms came back up around his head and neck, and her legs around his hips again as he finished inside her. He was breathing heavy into the side of her head, and she into his hear with hot and shaky puffs. Jon gently set her back down on the bed, never breaking his full body contact. Liara’s folds were stroking around him, opening some and then closing again with an inward motion, pulling ever last bit she could out from him.

Asari almost could taste seed in that way, especially the strength of it to judge it was worth keeping or leaving. If it would add to the Asari species, and now there was a burning need in her to be the one to take it’s gifts. She stroked the back of his head and said, “I am sorry.”

Jon chuckled, still savoring the touch of her tender azure working around him, “Why?”

He pulled up some and stared into her more somber expression. She said, “I almost went to far. Due to my inexperience.”

“You got further than the Consort.”

“Only because I knew what I was melding into. I almost delved to deep, took from you without asking. With everything we know…”

“Liara.”

“Jon. It was selfish. An Asari’s main concern when procreating is adding to the species. The diversity of it. Your genetics...I almost…”

“Liara.” Jon said again into her eyes.

Liara met it, “When this is over, if it is ever over.”

Jon answered with a soft kiss, Liara accepting and taking it deep. A couple more bursts from her glands put her sweetness into his mouth again. When he broke it he slowly pulled himself out to grunts, and her giggle. When he did, his breaths were ragged again. He slowly put himself down beside her, and then promptly fell asleep. Liara tucked her still wet body into his superior warmth and did the same.