Devil in a Midnight Mass

Matriarch Gallae and Commander Shepard sat in the matriarch's office chatting while Samara pressed on with her interrogations and interviews. It was only about an hour in when a call buzzed up from Superintendent Jethra.

"Matriarch, we've got a problem," she started, clearly panicked, "I can't find any of the students anywhere. Nor any of the guards. It's almost as if everyone in the building has just vanished... I'm heading towards the Great Hall. I suggest you meet me there."

"Looks like Samara was right..." Gallae said, clearly discomforted. "We must hurry." Shepard nodded and the two exited the office, making their way down to the Great Hall. As they approached, they stumbled upon discarded weapons, armor, and clothing, all simply tossed aside like trash. Ominous, but nowhere near as much as the sight they witnessed when they entered the Great Hall. All the guards in the facility had stripped naked, prostrating themselves on the ground, faces to the floor in a position of worship. At the center of the impromptu mass was Samara, also naked, her breasts now larger than her head and perfectly round. Superintendent Jethra was between her legs, licking away at her wet pussy.

"Goddess..." Matriarch Gallae gasped.

"I'm glad you recognize one when you see her," Morinth replied, using her ordinary voice, a smug grin on her face.

"You... You're not Samara... You're no Justicar. Who are you? What is this?!" She demanded in a somewhat hysterical voice.

"Oh please... No wonder neither of you couldn't protect your students... You can't even tell a mother and her daughter apart," she grinned and let out a soft moan. "Mmm... at least this one knows how to use her tongue."

Matriarch Gallae looked mortified as realization dawned on her.

"Mirala? But that's not possible..."

"Actually it is, and I go by Morinth now. Don't worry, you'll learn the new name quickly when you are worshipping me every morning and every night. Just like the rest. Isn't that right my children?" She asked.

"Yes goddess..." they called out in a monotone harmony. All except Jethra, whose face was buried in Morinth's snatch.

"You killed your mother," Gallae quivered with realization.

"Not by myself, and she's not exactly dead... but yes." She grinned. Behind Gallae, unbeknownst to the matriarch, Shepard briefly twitched, then her face muted. When Gallae instinctively took a step back from the sight before her, she was suddenly restrained.

"What?!" She looked over her shoulder. "Shepard?! What are you doing?!"

"My mistress commands that I restrain you," she said, in the same voice as the guards. "Submit to her will." Shepard began to push the matriarch forward to Morinth's impromptu throne.

"Why are you doing this Mirala?" Gallae asked as she was **** to her knees in front of Morinth, just behind Jethra.

"I'm taking my rightful place. I know the truth about myself. I know what you never wanted us to find out. I'm going to make your nightmare a reality."

"No... You... You!" She struggled against the grip of Shepard. "What did you do with my students, you witch?!"

"Oh them? Well... There's really only room for one at the top. So I cut out the competition. Every one of them is now just energy swirling around inside me. If you want I can tell you what they all really thought of you..."

"Goddess no... You devoured them all?"

"Actually, I absorbed them, but yes. Honestly you make it sound like I'm some kind of monster."

"You are a monster," Gallae readily admitted, "you became one by your own choice, but..." She paused, causing Morinth to hesitate as well, even telepathically ordering Jethra to stop pleasuring her. "I've a long memory," Gallae continued, "and I remember before I was matriarch here I was traveling with my predecessor to meet with three young women and their terrified mother. I remember offering to take them to a safe place where they could harm no one and no one could harm them... and I remember the eldest, the brightest and the strongest among them, refused. We didn't push hard enough then Morinth. We didn't understand you. We failed you. I'm sorry."

A moment passed.

"Wow, and they call me delusional," Morinth extended her hand and a biotic field lifted Matriarch Gallae into the air by her head. She squealed as her eyes turned black and she gripped her head. "You think if you'd just rambled a bit more at me, I'd have turned out just like Rila and Falere? Good little drones slaving in a monastery on the ass end of nowhere? No. The truth is, it's just more fun to be the bad girl."

"What are you doing?!" The matriarch screamed.

"Something I could do quickly and painlessly, but after that heartfelt talk, I want to make sure you feel every moment of this," she grinned. "You know... I suppose good little drones slaving away in a monastery aren't too bad... if they're slaving away for me."

"Goddess... It hurts... What are you doing to me?!"

"The same thing I did to all of them. Don't worry. You'll learn to love it. Let's see how you're coming along... Tell me, what's the name of the goddess of life?"

"M-Morinth!" She squealed. Wait no! It's... It's..." The only name she could come to was Morinth.

"Good... You live for her, don't you?"

"Y-Yes, but..."

"What about the goddess of ****? What's her name?" Morinth asked. Gallae struggled, trying to focus. "This is important now... You'd die for her wouldn't you? What's her name?"

"Morinth!" She cried again, this time less fearful.

"Good. Now what abut the goddess of war who you would fight for without question?"

"Morinth!" She was beginning to sound increasingly convinced of her own answers.

"And the goddess of love, whose embrace you crave with every fiber of your being?"

"Morinth!"

"Finally, who is the goddess of fate, who guides your every action, controls your every thought, and is the mistress of your destiny and all others in the cosmos?"

"Morinth!" She cried, this time in absolute delight. She was sure of it now. Why had she hesitated earlier? She'd always known the answer.

"Then who am I?" Morinth asked with an evil grin as she lowered the unresisting matriarch to the ground.

"You are Morinth, my goddess. I live for you. I die for you. I fight for you. I love you. You are the mistress of my destiny," Gallae said, devoutly, as if she had spent her whole life worshipping the image and idea of her divine savior, Morinth.

"That's right," Morinth nodded, "but you seem to have forgotten something..." She gestured at Gallae's uniform.

"Oh! Of course my goddess! How could I be so foolish?" Matriarch Gallae peeled off her uniform, one piece at a time. The beauty of Asari matriarchs was they never lost the luster they had in their youths. Even a thousand-year old mother superior was still an absolutely beautiful woman, as her mother had amply proved with her firm breasts and buttocks. Asari were beautiful to the last. It's why she would enjoy having them all under her thumb. For now, however, Lessus would do. Jethra moved back beside Gallae and both prostrated themselves naked, just like the rest of the Asari left. Only Shepard stood, beckoned by Morinth to come forward.

"You did well my ****," she said, "your reward will come when we return to the Normandy."

Shepard's pussy instinctively moistened at the thought. Morinth smiled.

The entire monastery was under her control, and she was just getting started.