Entomothrax, Keeper of the Swarming Host

Somehow, the image of the pair of buzzing wings calls to you. All the other images fade as the buzzing, chittering sound continues, drilling into your mind softly. It becomes a background noise, a soft hum, and then a comfort, and you see yourself in your mind's eye, gazing down upon a table, and standing as a giant. The image grows stronger, and you can feel the table beneath you. The soft squelch of Protoplasm moving beneath your skin.

"You may not want to be connected to him right now," Filistria cautions you. "Let the connection to the growing mind go for now. Let me guide her."

Her nails, rake across your chest from behind, as she observes the pulsating lump of a creature. You are aware of her on a somehow deeper level already. Her heartbeat, her breath close at hand. A soft scent wafts to your nostrils as you breathe gently. Female, aroused.

"Entomothrax, Keeper of the Swarming Host..." She purrs against your ear. "Not just taking the women, breeding with them once, but controlling them. Holding them prisoner while you experience their breeding over and over. The ultimate control, coocooned and helpless as their bodies serve as nothing but hosts for young. Submitting to the ultimate female creature, the one that little chaos beast will become when you let me control it. You're a good ****, male. It's well that you remember your place. "

The small blob on the table shudders, and what looks like a pair of razor sharp legs jolt from the body, stabbing into the table and anchoring the creature as it begins to shudder.

"Watch her grow..." Filitria runs her fingers over your cheek. "Every one of her young will be connected to her. She'll know every spot, every hidden hole. No woman will be able to hide when you find a spot for her to breed. Her young will..."

The priestess's words become silent as a thick and veiny cock sprouts from the now suspended greyish mass. It's long, and extremely thick, pulsating repeatedly along its bulbous shaft. As you watch it, you can feel every pulse and throb in your own member, almost as if it was your own. Experimentally you flex your own lower muscles, long experienced in the art of pleasing a woman, and are delighted to see the creature's own organ balloon in size along its base, ready and eager to lock its seed within a straining female.

"That can't be right... No..." Filitria gasps, a quick intake of breath from her lips as the grey flesh begins to harden along the length of the greyish creature, now darkening in hue, save for the glistening red cock. "She's female... she has to be female."

Her hand slides down to find your erection, hard and ready.

"No... Stop it now! Let it... let it be what it was supposed to be!" Filitria hisses against your ear. "You were supposed to make it female! The Hive Queen that rules!"

The feeling of power begins to grow in you as you see the first mandible appear on what is rapidly becoming a very recognizable, if incredibly hideous face. Your small beast has taken on a visage of sheer horror now, it's mandibles quivering excitedly, while between them razor sharp teeth clamp and release in obvious threat. Along its length the flesh hardens, becoming plates, joints, ridges. All protecting its shape which has now become nearly jet black in color. All save the thick veiny cock which continues to pulse, now leaking what you know to be not only lubricant, but a light sedative. Just enough to ensure a lone woman cannot use her strength to throw off the creature. The mandibles also begin to drip with it, and you can practically smell the fertile woman close at hand.

It's not too late of course. You can sense the malleability in the creature is still there. You could do as Filitria commands and allow it to become female. However, it's current male state seems like it's a good fit for you, especially when you get a feel for its thoughts as it contemplates Filitria. The urge to breed, to immediately seed a female is quite enjoyable, and it would only require you to step aside.