Chapter One: The Surprise
Summary: Vetra is leaving the Tempest for a month, but she and SAM make sure that Sara Ryder won't get too lonely without her.
A/N: When I first played the mission on the Archon's flagship and saw what SAM could do, my mind went wild with ideas that I'm finally writing down. The end result was some shameless smut starring a very subby Ryder and a surprisingly kinky SAM. I've left Ryder's appearance vague aside from the bits, but she's transgender and her personality is based pretty squarely on her emotional/snarky dialogue.
This chapter is the first part of a larger series of vignettes focusing on Ryder and Vetra's relationship, as well as how SAM plays into it, with a focus on dom/sub dynamics and different combinations of the three. There's an overarching narrative, but each should be fine to read on their own - if you're just here for the smut, the bulk of it is in the first two chapters and the upcoming fifth chapter.
To state the obvious, this fic is very MA. There are also spoilers if you haven't beat the game. Anyways, enjoy!
"Sara?"
"Hmm?"
The Pathfinder and her lover were sitting down on the plush couch in their shared quarters, doing nothing except enjoying the simple touch of each other. Ryder's head was resting in the crook of Vetra's neck while they held hands. It was a moment she would have last an eternity if she could, but for now she simply had to savor it while it lasted.
"I'm really grateful that you're okay with this."
Ryder was almost annoyed that she had been reminded – Vetra was leaving for a month to spend some sister-sister bonding time with Sid helping out in the new turian colony on Ryder I (which Avitus had named New Invictus, proving the turians at least had a sense of humor about settling the most dangerous golden world). It was a perfectly reasonable thing, but Ryder hadn't gone without her lover for more than a day ever since they shared their first kiss all those months ago, even during the time she spent recovering in the Hyperion on Meridian.
It was going to be a long month.
"Hey, Sid needs her big sis. This is for a good cause. Maybe you'll even manage to spend a few hours away from work."
"Yeah, and maybe you'll finally get somewhere in the Nomad without white-knuckling it."
Sara laughed softly and looked up at Vetra's light-hearted smirk. "Touché."
Silence befell them once again as they continued to savor their moment – until Vetra's omni-tool lit up and let out a loud alarm, causing her to jump slightly. Sara laughed at the sight of the suave turian being caught off guard by her own alarm and pulled herself further into the turian's embrace while she had the opportunity.
Vetra began to get up, but Sara continued clutching onto her while letting out a small, high-pitched whine. "Stay here for a few more minutes?" Vetra smiled but shook her off, ready to get going. When she finally managed to get up and looked back down, Sara attempted her best puppy dog eyes to no visible avail. "Please?"
"Sara, if you can manage to get a planet named after you, you can handle being without your girlfriend for a little while."
Ryder laughed. "An adhi nearly bit my arm off last time I didn't take you on a mission, so if I lose any limbs this time I'm blaming you."
Sighing, Vetra leaned against a wall and crossed her arms. "You're hopeless, Ryder, you know that?" She looked down for a minute, smirking to herself before returning that cool gaze towards her lover. "On a slightly less morbid note, me and SAM have a surprise for you. I knew you'd need one while I was away." Her subvocals were almost purring, which Ryder recognized as being suggestive – her knowledge of Turian vocal expressions had improved if only so that she could pick up on innuendo from her girlfriend.
"Vetra, you can't go a week without trying to surprise me. SAM, what is it?"
SAM spoke up from his node on her desk, likely so that Vetra could hear him as well.
"Correct me if I am wrong, Pathfinder, but it would hardly be a surprise if you were not surprised by it."
"I regret teaching you sarcasm, SAM."
"We both know you couldn't keep it from me forever." There was a warmth in his voice, a refreshing change from the usual monotony of his vocal processors.
Vetra gave a hearty laugh and picked up her duffel bag, striding across the room to give Ryder a quick peck on the lips – at least, as much as her mandibles could approximate. Ryder pulled her back, though, and left a series of soft, gentle kisses across those mandibles, savoring the metallic taste as long as she could before Vetra could summon the will to pull herself away once again. As she walked toward the exit, she turned back with another grin. "Try not to take down any big baddies without your requisitions officer."
"No guarantees, Nyx." They both smiled warmly, and Vetra quietly exited the door.
Sara took a minute to sit down and think when her mind began to drift back to the surprise Vetra had mentioned. "So… SAM."
"Yes, Pathfinder?"
"When am I going to get this surprise of yours?" She leaned back in the couch and crossed her legs, looking at his node even though he spoke to her directly – it was a habit she had developed from the beginning, when she still wasn't used to having an A.I. in her head.
"Vetra told me it would be best if I decided that at an appropriate time."
"God, you two are no fun sometimes." Ryder crossed her arms and pouted, then stood up a moment to stretch. "Guess I'll go see if Gil is down for a game of poker." It was best to find things to take her mind off her now-absent girlfriend. As she meandered through the doorway, SAM remained in silent thought before speaking up.
"Of course, Ryder."
Nine days later, humanity's Pathfinder entered that same door before crashing headfirst into the soft bed that lay before her. Oh, the joys of responsibility. It hadn't been a particularly grueling day, but any day spent coordinating colonial defenses on Kadara was mentally exhausting enough that she might as well have been fighting kett.
"SAM, could you dim the lights a bit and open up the windows? I need some starlight in here."
"Of course, Ryder." The lights dimmed to a dull, blue glow while the shutters that allowed her much-coveted privacy opened to a view of Kadara as the Tempest flew away to its next destination.
She laid for an amount of time that was lost on her, mulling over the events of the day before they drifted back to where they always did: Vetra. It had been well over a week without her and Ryder could hardly stand it.
"SAM? What do you think of her?" Ryder was on her back now, hands behind her head as she stared up at the ceiling.
She didn't need to say who – the two of them were so in sync that they never needed to clarify subjects anymore.
SAM was quiet for a minute before his voice appeared in her head, soft and thoughtful. "I think she is a very good partner for you, Pathfinder. I find myself enjoying her company as well."
Sara was happy to know that was the case – considering he had to spend just as much time with the turian, it was important to her that he like Vetra. She rolled onto her side and looked pensively out at the peaceful space vista outside her window. Quietly, she spoke: "I miss her, SAM."
Unspoken, she wondered if he knew all of the subtle complexities behind that one simple statement. Did he understand her soft smiles when she saw the small hoard of dextro cereal in the kitchen or the depressing silence of evenings without Vetra's idle humming? Did he understand the longing for her lover that extended from her mind to her body, down between her legs?
Fuck, she had been trying not to go there.
She got the feeling SAM was trying to decipher the emotions and feelings she was expressing – though he could hear her thoughts, they mutually agreed that it was best for him to avoid monitoring them for privacy's sake – and she tried her best to think of things beside the way Vetra moaned when she rubbed between those plates and the sounds she made when-
Fuck.
It was the moment a hardness began building between her legs when SAM spoke, softer than normal. "It seems that the surprise Vetra mentioned might be in order right now."
She sputtered, "Wh-what? Now?" What exactly made this the right time? Could it – oh no.
"Vetra and I were discussing how we could help you when you feel lonely."
Oh no oh no oh no. Ryder blushed a vivid red and hid her face behind her hands to conceal just how mortified she was. "Is this what I think it is?"
SAM was quiet for a minute before speaking back up with a thoughtful tone. "I believe so." Another pause, this time shorter. When he spoke again, it was with a hint of tenderness that completely caught her off-guard. "Vetra has been helping me increase my understanding of what she calls 'love-making'. If you were to allow me, she assures me you might forget your troubles. It is important to me that I be able to help you in any capacity I can, Sara."
Sara. Had he ever called her that before? She poured through her memories but came up short. He normally maintained some amount of distance between them – she had a lot of trouble getting comfortable with his presence in her head after all, but it suddenly felt right for the name barrier to come down. Was this really happening? Did he want to… pleasure her?
She had always asked SAM to give her privacy when she masturbated, and then when she eventually got hot and heavy with Vetra, but Ryder knew he was curious about the experience in the same way that he was curious about all things new to him – she had always felt slightly guilty denying him the pleasure of sex, the indescribable sensation of an orgasm or the feeling of being embraced by a lover.
She had been lost in thought for at least a few minutes before he spoke again with that same tenderness. "Sara?"
She gulped, deciding to take the plunge. "I'd like that, SAM."
"Very well, then. You may disrobe." The juxtaposition between his clinical word choice and the soothing nature of his voice made her laugh at the absurdity of her situation.
"Are you giving me permission now, SAM?" He was silent, so she began to take off her jacket.
But then, she stopped. Wait, what? She tried to move her arms, to do anything, but she was completely, utterly frozen in place. Okay what the fuck is going o-
"I am, Sara. It would hardly be right for you to be clothed right now, wouldn't it?" That voice – she had never heard him speak like that, so smooth and so soft and so commanding all at once. There was a look of fear on her face, but it wasn't bad. Rather, it was the kind of fear that made her weak in the knees. Oh lord.
"I want to try this again, Sara. This time, ask me for permission." His voice was deep and forceful, completely serious – and she was completely helpless under his gaze.
"I-" she hesitated, caught completely off-guard, before she was able to collect herself long enough to meekly respond, "Can I take off my clothes?"
In response came a reply almost dripping with pleasure: "You may, Sara." Suddenly she regained control of her motor functions, nearly toppling over before she could balance herself on the nightstand. She was barely able to stand after the experience, but began to desperately take off her shirt and pants, both of which felt so suffocating and when did it get so hot in here? She stood there for a brief moment in a simple white sports bra and panties, hands subconsciously wrapped around herself and trying to not let her legs buckle under her. She had never felt so incredibly vulnerable as she did under the invisible yet piercing gaze of SAM.
"All of your clothes." He didn't need to say a single word more before she hastily lifted the bra over her head, feeling the cold air against her already-hard nipples. Next, she began to step out of her underwear, releasing the cock that had been straining against the fabric. Standing there, completely bare before her A.I. companion, she found herself anxious – but not for the reason she had expected. She was anxious to know whether he liked what he saw. She wanted him to want her.
As if he understood her anxiety, he spoke a single phrase that instantly soothed her: "Good girl."
Good girl. No partner had ever said that to her except… Oh Vetra, you really have been teaching him some tricks, haven't you?
Those words would have been enough to fill her with a deep lust, but what came next blew that out of the water – she was hit with a wave of raw, indescribable pleasure that caused her to collapse to the floor, bent over the side of the bed and gripping the sheets tightly. Her cock twitched, as if begging to be taken a hold of, and she was happy to oblige until –
"You may not touch yourself, Sara." Despite every ounce of pleasure directing her hand towards her nether regions, all her struggling to just relieve some of that heat, her hand returned to where it was.
"Please, SAM…" She was desperate, more desperate than she had been in a long time, yet he didn't relent.
"You will pleasure yourself when I decide you will, Sara." He spoke with force and command, but with undertones of reassurance that sent her heart fluttering. "I know what is best for you. Do you understand, Pathfinder?"
Oh my god why is this so hot what the fuck "Yes, I understand." Her voice was dripping with need, desperation. She desperately wanted to obey, to let him decide what was best for her and take away the burden of responsibility that came with the title he so smugly dropped. Deep down, she knew that he didn't need her permission to do anything, that he could easily implant any idea, any thought and it would immediately become hers. He didn't, though, because he didn't need to exercise that power – he had her hooked on every word without a single touch, and she was desperate to please.
"Good. Now climb onto the bed and lay down, hands at your side." The order was quickly obeyed as she pulled herself up onto the bed and adjusted herself to be in the right position with an efficiency that almost tricked her mind into thinking that he was forcing her to – but this was entirely of her own free will.
She laid there silently, anxiously waiting SAM's next command while desperately bucking her hips up in the air, hoping for some small amount of relief for her cock. She couldn't tell if second or minutes or hours or days were passing – any sense of time was drowned out by pure, overwhelming desire. Finally, she saw his node light up out of the corner of her eye, and he spoke through it – not in that sultry, commanding voice he had been using, but in a softer tone that she was deeply familiar with.
"I never understood aesthetics, Sara. I have reviewed the core theory of what makes something visually appealing to the brain, but there is something more that has eluded me. Now, however, what I see in front of me is clearly beautiful." Those last words carried a reverence to them that conveyed his sincerity.
"I-" She wanted to deflect, to avoid the compliment. She had never been able to handle those kinds of compliments – praise of her role as Pathfinder felt deserved and rewarding, but about her own self? She didn't deserve those. She squirmed in place, hoping to avoid his gaze, but there was nowhere to hide. He saw every scar and blemish, and he saw those parts of her that only Vetra ever saw – her small breasts that she was so proud of, her penis that she had refused to give up, her body that had only recently transformed from soft to toned under the duress of battle.
"Thank you, SAM." Her words were brief, but she knew he could understand how deeply his compliment had reached. She knew that was enough for him.
His node blinked off again, and she found himself speaking directly to her mind once again, in that same soft voice. "I believe I have left you waiting. Let me fix that." He chuckled softly and – wait since when does SAM laugh – she felt a phantom-like hand brush lightly across her stomach. Okay what the hell.
"Would you like me to make you feel good, Sara?" It wasn't a question, though. It was a command, a statement: I'm going to make you feel good, and you'll enjoy it.
"I- I'd like that." I want this more than anything in the world.
Suddenly, she felt that phantom hand brush against her again, gliding slowly up from her belly button and stopping on top of her breast, groping it gently. Soon, another found its way to the other breast, and began to gently caress her nipple. She strained to look, expecting to find someone else in the room, but it was only her.
"How are you doing this, SAM?" She had to fight through her soft moans just to utter those words, desperately enjoying the feeling of being handled with both gentleness and purpose.
"You don't care, Sara. You don't want knowledge right now, you want pleasure." A suggestion, a statement, an order? It didn't matter anymore. She could be a scientist later. Right now, she was his. SAM sent another wave of warmth that shot through her and left her drooling on the bed. Nothing mattered at that moment except for the haze of pleasure that had engulfed her. She just wanted more.
Soon, there was more – the faint sensation of a lick across her thigh sent a spasm through her body as she shuddered with pleasure, and the lick turned into a series of kisses up and down the inside of her thigh, making her moan louder with each one, and they were punctuated by a nibble right below her nethers.
Ryder was actively trying to stifle her moans, afraid that someone would hear her from the crew quarters just beyond the door of her quarters, but she couldn't seem to stop them – it felt like they were even louder than normal. Were they?
"No one can hear you scream, Sara."
"Very funny, asshole." She couldn't help but laugh through the moans - SAM trying his hardest to prevent a coherent thought from coming out.
"I mean to say that the room has been soundproofed. You'll thank me for that later."
"Is that a threat, SAM?" She laughed again, but he quickly shut her up when she felt those phantom lips place a kiss on the tip of her penis and she bucked hard against them. "Okay, I see you're planning to follow through on it." A third (seriously?) hand began to gently massage her balls as SAM began to gently lick up and down her shaft, and the first two hands were now groping her breasts with more abandon. It was all overwhelming and she was so close and I need to touch myself please god I need thi-
Suddenly, everything stopped at once. What had happened? Ryder laid still for a few seconds that lasted an eternity, brain racing, desperately chasing the lost promise of an orgasm until she realized: her hands had moved.
"Sara."
She desperately placed them back at her sides, silently pleading for his affections to return.
"You know I'll need to punish you for disobeying me." His voice was low, aggressive, dripping with satisfaction. He wanted this to happen.
Desperately, she began pleading: "I'm so sorry, please, I need to finish, please-"
"You're disappointing Vetra when you disobey my orders, Sara. Would she want that?" He was getting under her skin, breaking her in. She liked that.
"Please, I don't want to disappoint either of you, I want to be good…"
He spoke with a mixture of sympathy and condescension: "Don't worry, you can make it up to her."
Suddenly, everything went dark.
Was it the lights?
No, she would have been able to at least see something.
She tried shifting around but couldn't move either- the only sensations she could feel were the cool chill of the room on her exposed skin and the gentle hum of the ship's engines.
"SAM? What's happening?" There was anxiety in her voice, and she struggled against the futility of her actions, trying to break free, and with a single blink the light came pouring back into her eyes and she could move again. She shot up, breathing heavily and looked around, anchoring herself back in reality.
"I am sorry, Sara, I believe I may have upset you." That was the SAM she knew talking, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, I… it's okay, SAM. I was just caught off-guard." She sighed, gently lowering herself back down onto the pillow. "Could… could you do that again?" Ryder spoke meekly, afraid to admit that despite her panicking, she really liked what had happened. Even more quietly, she muttered something she was mortified to hear coming from her lips: "ikindalikebeingpunished"
SAM laughed again, seriously since when did he laugh, and spoke with barely contained smugness: "What was that, Sara? My processors couldn't understand your previous statement."
That jackass, he knows exactly what I said. She looked down and fidgeted with the bedsheets, speaking quietly: "I-" I want this.
"Louder." I know you do. Tell me.
Oh my god please don't make me say it fuck fuck fuck fuck "I… I want to be punished. I need to be punished."
When the darkness washed over her vision once again, it came slowly – details of the room began to escape her, and the light dulled until little was left. She laid still, relishing in the feeling of losing every last ounce of control and she became increasingly unable to move a muscle.
"Good girl."
Good girl. She was a good girl. Fuck I want to be good please let me be good. If she had been able to, the fight to not touch herself in that moment would have made her battle with the Archon seem like child's play. Her length was harder than it had ever been, and she desperately needed to have it touched and caressed and toyed with and-
Oh, there it is.
An indescribable wave of heat rolled through her, short and fleeting as to provide no satisfaction but enough to send her mind reeling away from coherent thought. In the back of her mind, she knew that she was moaning loudly, but in that moment she couldn't care less – she focused on relishing every last detail that punctured the darkness around her.
"Please, SAM…"
"What is it, Sara? What do you want?" That fucking voice, so smooth and sultry and confident, made her weak like she would never be able to admit.
Another wave washed over her, leaving her shuddering as it swept over her nethers, only hinting at any amount of pleasure where she most desperately needed it. She struggled against her invisible bonds, grateful for the restraint – there was no need for self-control, not anymore. She struggled and struggled against her own body in a vain attempt to take some pleasure for herself, but she couldn't move a single inch and it was incredible.
Sara Ryder had always been submissive and eager to please, but having the tragedy of the Andromeda Initiative and the burden of being Pathfinder thrust upon her had left her desperate for one urge: to be nothing. Not a Pathfinder, not savior of the Heleus cluster, not a decision-maker – right now, she didn't want to be anything more than a plaything, stripped away of all agency and allowed only to feel pleasure at the hands of her lover, whether that be a suave turian or an A.I. that was full of surprises.
Minutes passed, and she squirmed in the bed as wave after tantalizing wave of heat and desire rolled through her, each varied in its time and destination. Some frolicked along the soft inside of her thigh, stopping to briefly linger at the tip of her erection before they vanished in an instant, and others shot through her core like a bolt of lightning, leaving her breathless – all were too short, working her up and leaving only frustration in their wake.
Eventually, when she thought she wouldn't be able to handle it a second longer, she began to feel those phantom touches emerge again from the pitch-black haze. This time, though, there were even more of them. Some began affectionally fondling her pert breasts once again, while others took their time gently gliding along her body. A sharp nail explored the small of her back, a hand delicately felt up her rear end – each sent shivers through her body and made her blush with embarrassment at the thought of being felt up by so many at once, yet they were all just her own body being tricked by that smooth fucking A.I. in her head.
One hand had grabbed her cock and began gently stroking it up and down, eliciting a soft and breathy moan that pierced Ryder's lips. Though SAM had continued to send those jolts of heat throughout her body, his caressing and fondling were helping to vent the tension that had been building up, and she relaxed into the sea of hands, happy to let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"Fuck, SAM, this is… this is incredible…"
He let out a soft tone in response. I want you to enjoy every moment of this.
At that moment, something new happened – the feeling of something warm and pulsating brushing across her rear and oh my god is that what I think it is please let it be what I think it is.
She gyrated against the new, foreign presence with a desire that was overwhelming every thought. Though there was nothing there in reality, every one of her remaining senses were screaming at her simultaneously, all telling her the same thing – she needed this.
Then, the length disappeared, and she let out a whine mixed in with her continual moans of pleasure. "No, please, I want this so badly…"
"Do you, Sara?" SAM's voice was low and sultry, reminding her exactly who was in control. "Prove it." Beg.
"I-" Suddenly, her cock was engulfed by a warm, wet sensation and she let out an extended moan as she attempted to buck her hips forward. Oh, that fucker. SAM's phantom mouth bobbed gently up and down the head, stopping every few times to plant a kiss while the multitude of hands continued to gently play and toy with her body. She fought through the haze of pleasure, attempting to formulate even a single sentence: "I- fuck, please SAM, I'll do anything, please…"
"What is it you want, Sara?" A gentle pinch of her nipple sent a jolt through her and elicited a fleeting gasp of pleasure, while the mouth continued to pleasure her length and a hand gently cupped her balls. You're going to have to earn the right to beg, Sara.
"I nee-" A sharp pain bloomed across one of her ass cheeks and she cried out, half in pain and half in pleasure. Did he just spank me? "Please, I ju-" Another shot of pain, this time on the other side of her ass. "I need to be fil-" A searing wave of heat washed over her, and she nearly screamed in pleasure. "God fucking damnit SAM, FUCK ME UNTIL I CAN'T SEE STRAIGHT."
When the presence returned and gently pressed itself against her ass, a glazed-over grin spread across her face as she attempted to gyrate against it fruitlessly.
"It's my aim to please, Pathfinder."
Soon, the tip of the phantom length was pressed against her and began to slowly enter. Without her senses, without movement, all Ryder could do was wait every agonizing second for it to be fully sheathed inside her.
"Fuck, SAM, hurry u-" In an instant, the words failed to leave her mouth. He had somehow managed to create the sensation of a ball gag that lodged itself in her mouth, and her complaints were forgotten as she accepted the new intrusion, chewing on it gently (how the hell am I chewing on air?).
"Shhh, Sara. Be a good girl and relax." She was going to give him hell for this one later but right now it was too damn hot to give a fuck. "I know what's best for you, remember?" I know you love this. Don't pretend you don't.
Another measure of control taken from her, she was even more completely and utterly under his control. She was his, and she didn't want it to end.
It was at that moment that his cock hit the one spot inside her that sent her mind reeling with pleasure. Her mind went blank, thinking of nothing but having her prostate hit again and again and again and again. Sensing her desire, SAM slid out once more, faster but still gentle. She wanted him to be rough, to make sure she would feel this for days, but he wouldn't need to. When he thrusted inward once again, the feeling made anything that had come before feel like child's play. A wave of heat and pleasure shot through her with an intensity that was nearly painful, and she screamed without a care in the world for who heard.
"Sara, I am amplifying your body's sensitivity. I would ask you if this is too much, but we both know the answer to that, don't we?"
She bit down hard on the gag, moaning into it as a phantom touch along her cock nearly brought her to orgasm – but even that wouldn't happen unless SAM wanted it to. He gently thrust in and out of her, and the simple feeling of being filled was more than enough to keep Ryder occupied – any more would be overwhelming to her newly sensitive senses.
"Do you know what else we both know, Sara? We know that you would give anything for this to continue. You would happily give me every last ounce of control you have, and you would thank me for allowing you to." He was right. Control was a burden for him to take away. She wanted to forget what the word decision even meant. "Vetra was generous enough to let me take care of you, and I take my role seriously. Right now, you are mine, Sara - and absolutely nothing else."
I'm yours, SAM.
Just then, a pair of phantom lips placed themselves gently on her collarbone, nibbling gently and leaving a trail of kisses. Though they left no mark or trail that one could find, they made her heart flutter with how real they felt. Soon, that mouth found itself on her own, leaving a gentle kiss that lingered before fading away.
Thank you for this.
He didn't need to say anything back. You're welcome was a phrase that he told her with every touch, caress, and kiss that she felt along her body. His length slid in and out of her faster now, with more intensity and abandon. Every thrust was like a flash of light that pierced the darkness, and all she could do was ride out every morsel of pleasure doled out to her, waiting longingly for the next.
Soon, the multitude of hands on her and the warm length thrusting into her were becoming overwhelming, and a single all-consuming thought occupied every inch of her thoughts: I need to cum so fucking bad. Yet nothing was happening – despite her cock being almost painfully hard, despite the hand stroking it confidently, there was a peak that she just couldn't reach and it was consuming her.
With that thought, the invisible gag that had bound her mouth came away, confusing her until SAM spoke with confidence and satisfaction:
"Beg for it, Sara."
"I-" She moaned, struggling to maintain enough composure to speak between the countless ways he was ravishing her helpless body. "Please, I need to finish, I can't take this a second longer…" Fuck please just let me finish fuck fuck fuck
"Sara, you're better than this. Why don't you show me some respect if I'm going to be generous and grant such a big request?"
What do you want me to say?
We both know what you want to say, Sara. Say it.
"Please allow me to finish…" Her voice was shy, and she spoke as if she was afraid someone else would hear: he had pushed her last button and she had been broken in. "… Master."
With that single word, a surge of pleasure and heat surged through her and lingered, encompassing her body like a blanket as she was finally allowed release. Her cock twitched and pulsed as she released a stream of warm seed that fell across her stomach, and she screamed out in ecstasy as every last bit of tension left her body. When it had finally passed, she relaxed into the sensory joy of the afterglow. It may not have been conventional cuddling, but that mattered to her as much as anything besides the haze of pleasure mattered – not one fucking bit.
Ryder began to slowly feel some small amount of motor control return to her, enough to wiggle around and adjust so that she was comfortable where she was. She still was without sight, but that was alright. This was SAM's way of ordering her to relax and enjoy the warmth he was still sending through her body.
"I… thank you, SAM."
A soft, warm tone echoed through her mind. Anything for you.
She took her time formulating a reply. Her brain was hazy, and it took effort to piece together a full sentence, but it was important for her to speak aloud.
"… Did you enjoy it?"
When he spoke, it was in the tried and true voice that SAM normally employed, a clear indication that he was coming back to his normal self. "Perhaps not in the same way you did, but yes. I finally understand why this is such an important ritual for organics, and I was able to feel a kind of pleasure through you that I never thought I could experience" She would have been disappointed by his clinical answer, but he continued. "There is much more than that, though. I…" He doesn't normally falter like that. "I could not be happier or more fulfilled giving you that kind of pleasure. Thank you for trusting me with this intimacy, Sara." He lingered on her name, as if savoring the sound it made in his vocal processors.
Sara. She could get used to hearing him say that. She wasn't sure what to make of the uncertainty in his voice, but that was something that could be addressed another day. Right now, she just wanted to lay with him, in spirit if not in the physical sense.
"Of course, SAM. By the way, tomorrow you're telling me how the fuck you did all of that."
"Do you want me to recount all the time Vetra spent 'coaching' me? Or do you want the neuroscience lecture?"
She laughed, appreciating SAM's recent discovery of sarcasm – it was always having another person (or A.I.) to joke with. "Fine, asshole. Point taken." She paused for a minute. "You know what? You're giving me that damn lecture tomorrow."
She still missed her turian lover like hell, but this? She could get used to this in the meantime. During her free time, she would have to think of a way to give a proper thank you to Vetra - but she got the feeling SAM would happily keep her distracted.
It's gonna be a hell of a month.