Samara binds Shepard

Samara's biotic energy enveloped Shepard in a gentle yet firm embrace, binding her hands behind her back with an ethereal glow. Shepard's heart raced with a mix of excitement and submission as she felt the power of the Justicar's biotics at work, the invisible restraints a tangible reminder of her newfound vulnerability.

Samara's touch was electric, sending waves of desire coursing through Shepard's veins as she knelt before the imposing Justicar.

With a tilt of her head, Samara's piercing gaze locked onto Shepard's eyes, a silent command passing between them.

"Make me cum, pet," she ordered in a voice that left no room for hesitation, her words lingering in the air like an intoxicating promise. The weight of Samara's desire bore down on Shepard, fueling the fire that simmered between them.

Without a word, Shepard leaned in, her lips trailing a path of soft kisses along Samara's inner thigh, her warm breath teasing the sensitive skin. Each touch sent a shiver of anticipation through the Justicar's body, her fingers tightening in Shepard's hair as she guided her closer to the pulsing center of her desire.

Shepard's lips trailed a path of soft kisses along Samara's inner thigh, her warm breath teasing the sensitive skin, she felt the Justicar's fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her closer to the pulsing center of her desire. The air crackled with intensity as Shepard's every move elicited a shiver of anticipation from Samara, her body responding to the soft caresses with a growing hunger.

With each delicate touch, Shepard could sense the tension building in Samara, the Justicar's biotic energy crackling around them like a palpable ****. The weight of Samara's desire bore down on Shepard like a storm, fueling the fire that simmered between them.

Samara released Shepard from the biotic restraints, her movements deliberate and controlled as she reached for a pair of holocuffs. The cool metal clicked softly as she secured Shepard's wrists behind her back, the slight weight a reminder of her submission.

Shepard felt a surge of heat at the restraint, a mixture of exhilaration and vulnerability pooling in her belly. The holocuffs held her firmly in place, adding another layer of anticipation to the already charged atmosphere.

With a steady gaze, Samara's eyes locked onto Shepard's, the intensity of her stare a silent command that echoed in the tense silence between them.

"Kasumi is waiting for you in the other observation area," she tells her before pushing her out the door still cuffed.

Shepard stumbled slightly as she was propelled forward, the weight of the holocuffs adding a tantalizing restriction to her movements. The anticipation of what awaited her with Kasumi made her heart race, a mixture of nervous excitement and submission flooding her senses.

As she entered the observation area, Shepard found Kasumi reclining on a plush chaise lounge, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. The room was dimly lit, casting a seductive glow over the thief's features.