Dominance

Within the gilded chambers of the former Governor’s palace, now reborn as Mother's temple, she stalked the marble halls with measured, predatory grace.

Citizens knelt along her path, heads bowed in silent reverence, their minds thrumming with the muted pleasure of the hive.

And among them, one figure stood out.

A young woman — slender, with pale, flawless skin and wide, adoring eyes — knelt at the very front of the gathered devotees.

Her mind blazed bright and clear through the hivemind, saturated with pure loyalty, raw desire to serve.

Mother paused before her, towering, radiant with unnatural life.

The girl bowed so low her forehead touched the cool stone floor, her voice a trembling whisper:

"Please, Mother... let me serve you more. Let me be yours."

Mother’s golden eyes gleamed.

Perfect.

With a thought, she commanded the girl to rise.

The young woman obeyed instantly, lifting her head, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in shallow gasps of anticipation. She trembled, not with fear—but with hunger.

Mother stepped forward, and the dark folds of her body shifted.

From between her bark-armored thighs, the thick, pulsing appendage extended once more — slick with living fluid, throbbing with restrained power.

The girl whimpered softly in ecstasy, her knees quivering.

Mother’s hand — massive and warm — cradled the girl’s face as she bent lower, lowering the tip of the heavy appendage to the yielding, exposed entrance of her body.

No **** was needed.

No struggle.

The girl offered herself, pressing forward eagerly, her body opening around Mother’s living flesh with ****, grateful moans.

The first thrust was deep, claiming.

The girl’s back arched in exquisite agony as Mother rooted herself inside her.

But this was not merely rutting.

This was creation.

As Mother seeded her, thick waves of living fluid poured into the girl’s body, flooding her cells, rewriting her at the most primal level.

The transformation was slow, deliberate, glorious.

The girl’s form shimmered, her skin glowing faintly as Mother’s essence reshaped her — her hips widening, her womb deepening, her nervous system flowering with new psychic tendrils designed to extend Mother’s reach even further.

The girl sobbed with rapture, clutching desperately at Mother’s powerful form, her mind bursting open under the psychic pressure.

She was becoming more than human.

She was becoming a brood queen.

A node of fertile, willing flesh — a new heart of the hive, capable of nurturing and expanding Mother's psychic dominion even faster.

Mother thrust deeper one final time, flooding the girl’s trembling body with the last surge of reshaping nectar.

The girl collapsed into Mother’s arms, shaking, gasping, tears streaming down her transformed face.

Mother stroked her hair, a deep, almost tender rumble vibrating through her chest.

"You are mine now. My queen. My voice."

"You will spread me. Love me. Bear me forward."

The girl whimpered her acceptance, her body throbbing with the slow, rhythmic pulse of the hive — already connected to every mind within Mother's reach.

Later, as Mother stood atop the great balcony of her new palace, the new queen knelt at her side, her belly already subtly swelling with fertile potential, her eyes glazed with bliss.

The city stretched out before them — peaceful, loyal, theirs.

And soon, the stars beyond Zypheron IV would burn with the same inevitable, glorious infection.

Mother smiled — a slow, terrible, beautiful smile.

The galaxy had no idea what was coming.