Tali makes a toy

“Shepard, do you trust me?” Tali’s voice was low, almost hesitant, yet there was a flicker of something darker beneath the surface—an edge of curiosity, of hunger, that sent a shiver down Shepard’s spine.

“Of course I do,” Shepard replied, her voice steady despite the heat pooling in her stomach. She sat on the edge of the bed in her quarters, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. The room was dimly lit, the hum of the Normandy’s engines a faint backdrop to the tension thickening the air. Tali stood before her, her hands clasped nervously, her helmet tucked under one arm. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes—those dark, captivating eyes—betrayed her unease.

“Good,” Tali said, her voice softening as she stepped closer. “Because I’ve made something. Something for you. For us.” She paused, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting Shepard’s again. “I think it could help with… with what you’ve been feeling.”

Shepard’s brow furrowed. “Help how?”

Tali hesitated, then turned and gestured to the corner of the room where a large, sleek machine sat partially concealed under a cloth. Shepard hadn’t noticed it before, but now that her attention was drawn to it, she couldn’t look away. The machine was all smooth lines and sharp edges, its surface gleaming under the soft light. It looked alien yet familiar, like something Tali would design—functional, precise, and utterly intriguing.

“What is that?” Shepard asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and a faint unease.

Tali moved to the machine, her fingers brushing against the cloth before she pulled it away with a flourish. The machine was revealed in full now, its intricate mechanisms exposed. It was a chair of sorts, but unlike anything Shepard had ever seen. The seat was broad and padded, but it was the attachments that caught her attention—metal restraints, pulsing nodes, and a central protrusion that looked almost… phallic. Shepard’s breath hitched.

“It’s a… a device,” Tali said, her voice trembling slightly as she struggled to find the right words. “I designed it to… to stimulate. To satisfy. It’s wired to respond to neural feedback, so it can adjust to your needs, your desires. I thought— I thought it might help with the urges you’ve been experiencing. The ones you can’t control.”

Shepard’s heart pounded in her chest, her body reacting to the implications of Tali’s words in ways she couldn’t ignore. Her skin felt feverish, her mind racing. “And you want me to… to use it?”

Tali nodded, her eyes pleading. “Yes. But not alone. I’ll be here. To monitor you, to make sure you’re safe. And if you want, I can… I can guide you through it.”

Shepard swallowed hard, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear. Excitement. Anticipation. She’d never considered something like this, never thought she’d find herself in a situation like this. But the heat building inside her was undeniable, and the thought of letting go, of surrendering to the machine—and to Tali—was intoxicating.

“Okay,” Shepard said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s do it.”

Tali’s breath caught, her eyes widening slightly as if she hadn’t expected Shepard to agree so easily. She nodded and stepped back, gesturing toward the chair. “Sit down. I’ll… I’ll get you ready.”

Shepard stood, her legs trembling slightly as she moved to the machine. She paused for a moment, her hand hovering over the seat before she lowered herself onto it. The padding was soft but firm, the material cool against her skin. She leaned back, her heart pounding as Tali moved closer, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the restraints.

“This won’t hurt,” Tali said softly, her voice a soothing balm to Shepard’s nerves. “But it might feel… intense. Are you sure you’re ready?”

Shepard nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “I’m ready.”

Tali’s hands were gentle but deliberate as she secured the restraints around Shepard’s wrists and ankles. The metal was cool against her skin, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. Tali’s fingers brushed against her inner thigh, fleeting but electric, and Shepard’s breath hitched.

“Just… try to relax,” Tali whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s going to start any second.”

Shepard closed her eyes, her body tensing as she waited for the machine to activate. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her heart pounding in her chest as the seconds ticked by. And then, with a soft hum, the machine came to life.

The first sensation was a gentle vibration, low and steady, that seemed to radiate from the seat beneath her. Shepard gasped, her body reacting instinctively to the stimulation. The vibrations grew stronger, more rhythmic, and she felt herself sinking deeper into the chair, her muscles relaxing despite the growing heat in her core.

“How does it feel?” Tali asked, her voice close yet distant, like a whisper in her ear.

“Good,” Shepard managed to **** out, her breath hitching as the vibrations intensified. “So good.”

She opened her eyes to find Tali standing beside her, her gaze fixed on Shepard’s face. There was something in her eyes—a mix of concern and something darker, something hungry—that made Shepard’s pulse quicken. Tali reached out, her fingers brushing against Shepard’s cheek, and the touch sent a jolt of electricity through her.

“If it gets too much, just tell me,” Tali said softly, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ll stop it.”

Shepard nodded, her body already trembling with the first waves of pleasure. She closed her eyes again, letting herself sink into the sensations, letting the machine take control. The vibrations grew more intense, more focused, and she felt herself nearing the edge faster than she expected.

“Tali,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I can’t— I—”

“Just let go,” Tali whispered, her hand resting on Shepard’s thigh, her touch grounding and electric all at once. “Let it take you.”

Shepard’s body responded instantly, her back arching as the vibrations sent her over the edge. She cried out, her voice echoing in the room as pleasure washed over her in waves. The machine seemed to respond, the vibrations shifting, intensifying, and she felt herself spiraling deeper into the sensation.

“Good girl,” Tali murmured, her voice a soothing whisper as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “Just like that. Let it take you.”

Shepard’s body trembled, her mind hazy with pleasure as the machine continued to work its magic. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel. And then, as the vibrations began to subside, she felt something new—an intrusion, firm and unyielding, pressing against her entrance.

“Tali,” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. “What— what is that?”

“It’s part of the machine,” Tali explained softly, her hand resting on Shepard’s thigh. “It’s designed to… to satisfy. Fully. Are you ready?”

Shepard hesitated, her body still trembling from the previous wave of pleasure. But the heat building inside her was undeniable, and the thought of letting go, of surrendering completely, was too tempting to resist.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m ready.”

Tali’s breath hitched, her hand tightening on Shepard’s thigh as she pressed a button on the machine. The intrusion pressed forward, slow but insistent, and Shepard’s breath caught as it breached her. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that sent her spiraling. She gasped, her back arching as the machine filled her completely.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Tali, it’s— it’s—”

“Shh,” Tali whispered, her hand resting on Shepard’s stomach, her touch grounding and electric all at once. “Just let it take you. Let it own you.”

Shepard’s body responded instantly, her hips rocking instinctively against the machine as it began to move. The pace was slow at first, almost teasing, but it quickly grew more intense, more primal. She felt herself losing control, her mind hazy with pleasure as the machine claimed her.

“Tali,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I can’t— I—”

“Shh,” Tali murmured, her hand moving to Shepard’s chest, her touch soothing yet electric. “Just let go. Let it fuck you.”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her body trembling as the machine thrust harder, faster, its movements relentless and unyielding. She felt herself spiraling, her mind hazy with pleasure as the machine claimed her completely. And then, as the thrusts grew more intense, she felt herself nearing the edge again.

“Tali,” she gasped, her voice trembling with desperation. “I’m— I’m going to—”