Fruit of the Forbidden

When Tali came back to herself, she was laying on the ground completely wrung out from what Garrus had done to her. Her limbs responded sluggishly when she tried to move them, to stand or even just to sit. With an effort, she hauled herself up and slammed her back against the nearest wall. Her mind was a collection of jumbled thoughts attempting to order themselves, but nothing seemed to want to stay put long enough for her to grasp it. She was exhausted - yet invigorated. Sexually satisfied - yet horny and aching at the mere memory of Garrus’ cock. It seemed she had been missing out by going straight for other women. Or maybe that was just Garrus.

Footsteps heralded the turian’s arrival. He bent over to examine Tali before offering her a hand to help her up. She marshaled her strength and grasped his hand, and he pulled her straight up into an embrace, his hands moving around to rest on her hips.

“Are you mine yet, Tali?” Garrus asked.

That seemed an odd question. Why wouldn’t she be his? “I am, Garrus,” she said, and smiled at him.

Garrus flared his mandibles in pleasure and then leaned his head in to nip gently at her neck. Tali gasped and tilted her head back to give him better access. She felt herself getting warm all over, her hands going to rest on his hips to push them closer to hers.

“So,” he mused after a moment, “if I control you - if you belong to me - and you’ll obey my every word -“ He paused and looked at her, and Tali nodded her head vigorously. “Then I think there’s something you should call me besides Garrus.”

Tali furrowed her brows. “I’m not sure I understand what you’re getting at.”

“There’s a title,” Garrus said, his voice dropping and the rumble increasing, “that acknowledges all these things. That makes it perfectly clear to both of us what our relationship is to one another. Since you have no will but mine, that makes you my slave.” He brought one hand up to her chin and tilted it so that she was looking straight into his eyes. “If you’re my slave, then I am…”

Tali’s knees went unexpectedly weak. She was drowning in his eyes, feeling light, feeling her breath catch in her throat. “Master,” she whispered.

“Louder,” Garrus growled.

“Master,” Tali repeated, raising her voice with an effort.

Garrus’ mandibles flared again, this time in satisfaction. “Good girl, Tali.” She whimpered slightly at the praise. “Now we can move on to Fiona.”

“Fiona?” For a moment, Tali felt confused. Then the memories flooded in. All the hours they’d spent together, all the stolen glances they’d exchanged on missions in lieu of physical contact. Fiona still meant something to Tali. What Garrus had done … hadn’t changed that. He just meant more to Tali, now.

“She’s expecting you this evening, isn’t she?” Garrus prompted.

Tali nodded. “She is.” She checked her omni-tool, and for just a moment the pleasant contented feeling that wrapped her tightly threatened to break as she realized just how much time she’d spent with Garrus. Then the anxiety faded away as though it had never been there.

“Soon,” she added. “She’s expecting me soon.”

Garrus nodded and stepped away from Tali. “I think I know how we’ll pass the time, Tali,” he said, and tapped his omni-tool to bring up the spiral again. Tali’s pupils dilated and her mouth dropped open as she looked into it, feeling her mind empty out as she’d been told it would.

“Being my slave is wonderful, Tali,” Garrus said. “It feels so good to obey. And you have always wanted wonderful things for Fiona. You have always wanted to make her feel good.”

“Yes,” Tali breathed, her gaze still firmly fixed on the spiral.

“You want to help me make Fiona my slave. It’s going to feel very, very good when you help me make Fiona into my slave, because you’ll be obeying me, and it feels so good to obey.”

“It feels good to obey,” Tali repeated dutifully. “Want to obey. Want to let Master control me.”

“Keep going, Tali,” Garrus said, tracing a finger down the side of her face. “Say the things in your head, the things that make you feel good, and feel them becoming more true every time you say them.”

“I want to let Master control me. It feels good to let Master control me. I want Master to control Fiona. I want Fiona to be Master’s slave with me.”