First and Last Resort

"Shepard, I've been spotted! I am going to have to go for plan C!" Liara breathed, her omni-tool casting an eerie, orange glow over her features.

"That's our last resort! You just arrived! How are there no other optio-" The response came, immediately, Shepard's voice bordering on annoyed, or perhaps suspicious - Liara well aware that the Commander was making her way through some very uncomfortable ventilation shafts, so as to reach the main computer hub.

"You're breaking up, Shepard! Carry on with the mission, I'll keep them busy!" Letting her voice trail off into fake static, she abruptly shut down her Omni-tool's interface, instead leaning back and casting a wanton glance at the quickly gathering party. A single press on the same tool, and her suit gave away, breasts spilling from the confines of her light armor and her excited nethers suddenly utterly exposed - keeping only a paltry, tantalizing protection to her legs and upper body. As she set her gun aside, a hand came to grab the back of her head, roughly, just the way she liked it, and she leaned back to meet the Batarian's gaze directly.

"Please fuck me raw..." She whimpered, grabbing at her right buttock before, slowly, rolling her hips forward - spreading her legs as much as she could for the gathered to see.

They did.

All of them.

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Mission successful? Wallpaper Wednesday is here, at least, featuring once more our flagship lady of Liara. I've got a few more Warcraft pieces cooking, so don't worry about that - I have not forgotten about one of my most beloved universes, nor have I forgotten about the orc lady I've commissioned for the purposes of making a webcomic! It's all happening, just in due time :)

As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and for all of your kind words! Now, another night shift calls - through the fire and flames, we carry on :)

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH