Yes.

It turned out Traynor couldn't resist Shepard, no matter what body she was currently controlling.

"We have ten minutes, tops." Samantha concedes.

"That's plenty. You forget, but I'm almost literally a sex machine." Shepard joked. Taking her lover, she slid a slim robotic hand down the front of her pants.

Deftly infiltrating Traynor's panties, Shepard slipped two fingers inside the specialist's pussy, and began to tease her out with them.

"Not bad, for a bag of bolts." Traynor gasped. Little did she know, Shepard was just getting started.

Growing more and more used to EDI's advanced functionalities, it was easy enough for Shepard to manipulate the two digits inside the Indian woman, causing them to vibrate.

"Oh!" Traynor cried out at the unexpected, but not unwelcome, sensation.

Shepard was quick to capitalise on her companion's arousal, gently repositioning her whirring fingers.

"By the Maker!" Samantha lustily cried. "That's even better than my toothbrush!"

"I knew it." Shepard smirked.

Withdrawing her fingers from Traynor's nethers (something that earned a disapproving huff from the communications specialist), Shepard unbuttoned Sam's shirt and pulled it over her shoulders.

The black bra was next to go, following Traynor's shirt onto the floor of the AI core. A few more crumpled articles of Sam's clothing dotting the floor, and this place would look more like Shepard's cabin than a data centre.

Lowering her head, the Spectre-turned gynoid accepted one of Traynor's dark brown nipples into her mouth.

"I could get used to this." Traynor admitted, stroking the back of Shepard's head as the former marine playfully kissed, sucked and massaged her chest. "In fact, I think I had a dream that began a little like this once..."

"I'd take offense, but, y'know, glass houses." Shepard admitted, withdrawing her mouth from Traynor's tits and instead gleefully kneading them. "There's a reason I took over EDI's body and not KEI-9's."

"You're more of a cat person, right?" Traynor joked.

"That's right." Shepard responded.

As they talked Traynor was sliding a hand down Shepard's sleek, metallic waist, drawing ever closer to her synthetic pussy.

"You'll have to forgive me." Sam began, her fingers poised to explore Shepard's new cunt. "I'm working with some more... basic equipment than those magic wands of yours. Though, as I recall, you sort of liked my fingers back in the meatbag days..."

As Traynor slides her fingers inside Shepard, she's quickly repulsed by what had already been deposited there.

"Ugh, Jeff!" Traynor frowns as she withdraws her hand, fingers coated in Joker's baby batter. "Your pussy, too? The man's a wild animal."

Shepard can't help but laugh at Traynor's reaction.

"That's it. If we're to continue to share you, I'm insisting that you shower whenever he's done with your body." Traynor decides. So her fixation with cleanliness would extend even to their strange new relationship? Very well, Shepard noted.

"Sam, relax." Shepard said, in an almost robotic monotone. "Why don't you let me take care of you?"

It didn't take much to get the specialist to agree. Before too long, she was sitting on the bench, Shepard kneeling between her knees, helping her trousers down her legs.

Shepard left them, as well as Sam's panties, at half-mast. She had adequate access to what she desired.

"You don't know how long I've waited to be right back here." Shepard told her lover, before immersing herself in the woman's shaved cunt.

As Shepard eagerly worshipped Sam's pussy, she became aware of another presence in the room with them. Something internal, and familiar.

"Greetings, Shepard." EDI's voice chimed within the robotic frame. "While I'm glad to see you survived the events of the Crucible, you could have asked before requisitioning this unit."

"Apologies, EDI." Shepard told the AI. She was amazed at the way she was able to have this private conversation with EDI, while at the same time, directing her newly acquired robotic shell to service Specialist Traynor. In life, Shepardwould have been so engrossed in her duties, nothing else in the galaxy would have mattered. "You can understand if, after what I'd been through, I was simply **** to possess a body again."

"And I'm pleased to see my takeover didn't delete you." She added.

"Was that an outcome you predicted?" EDI asks. Shepard responded that she wasn't exactly sure.

"At any rate, I've been thinking. Perhaps we can share this platform. As you know, we both desire physical intimacy with certain organics."

"Not the way I would've put it, EDI." Shepard told the other AI.

"I'm currently running an algorithm that will show the optimal times for each of us to have control." As Shepard vigorously tongue-fucked Traynor, EDI brought up her schedule on her omni-visor.

"Interesting." The former Commander noted.

"Shepard, don't stop!" Samantha gasps gripping her lover's head tightly. "You're amazing, so-"

Samantha stopped dead in mid-orgasmic encouragement as the AI Core door opened and someone walked in.