In a way

The *Stormcrow* lurched into warp without warning, tossing them against the navigation console. Susan gasped as the sudden movement ground her ass against Adam's erection while Eris's form liquefied to cushion the impact, her arms elongating to pin them both against the control panels. Warning sirens warbled as the AI's voice purred through the speakers: "*Gravity stabilizers offline. Manual synchronization required.*"

Adam's laughter vibrated through Susan's back as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, the other guiding Eris's shimmering fingers to Susan's hipbones. "Hear that, partner? Ship says we're not synced right." His teeth scraped Susan's shoulder as he positioned himself behind her, his cock dragging through her slick folds without entering. Eris's form reshaped into a quicksilver harness around Susan's thighs, holding her open while Adam teased her clit with agonizing slowness.

The AI's holographic mouth appeared beside Susan's ear, her breath humming with warp core static. "Climax threshold in T-minus 90 seconds," Eris announced, as if narrating a torpedo launch. Her mercury hands slid up Susan's torso to frame her throat—not choking, just measuring the frantic pulse beneath her jaw. "Vaginal temperature elevated by 2.3 degrees. Optimal penetration depth—"