The Cult of the New Goddess

After a few weeks of investigating, the Normandy had departed, and on the surface, the monastery on Lessus remained in operation as it always had. New Ardat-Yakshi were delivered as they were discovered, and the Justicars who delivered them exited the monastery without incident. Shipments of honey from the indoor apiary were delivered to market on time without incident. All security inspections found nothing amiss, speaking glowingly of the productive and positive atmosphere of the monastery, and the devotion of its inhabitants to their duties.

No one outside of those who stepped within its wall knew the truth of what those duties entailed.

Morinth was long gone, questing after her birthright, but she ensured that a part of her would always remain at the monastery. She had gotten the idea from the Prothean Beacon that Shepard had once told her about. With her growing awareness of her biotic power, she took a statue of the goddess Athame and infused it with her will, a will which would be imposed on all who gazed upon it, and her mindless followers would ensure that all who visited would.

When a Justicar arrived with a new Ardat-Yakshi, Matriarch Gallae and Superintendent Jethra would don the trappings of their former lives and meet with them as per usual. The Ardat-Yakshi would be taken away by Jethra, while Matriarch Gallae would escort the Justicar to the main hall to join her in a brief prayer, something the Justicar could not refuse. They would be careful to make sure none of the followers of the one true goddess were present to arouse suspicion from the Justicar. The moment the Justicar entered the vicinity of the statue, Morinth's presence would enter her, and devour her mind. When it was over, the Justicar would be just another obedient follower, who would now return to the cosmos and bring more back to the monastery for her new goddess. Samara would be horrified to know that her daughter was turning her order into her personal retrievers.

Not that the Ardat-Yakshi who were brought in fared much better. They would be given a brief glimpse of what the monastery truly was now: a hedonistic carnal nightmare. Asari mindlessly rubbed themselves to images of Morinth as a "prayer" to their goddess. The guards had traded their armor for shiny black latex bodysuits with eye masks across the top of their faces and ball gags in their mouths. They stood perfectly unflinchingly still despite sex toys were rammed up their asses and pussies. Despite being blinded by the masks, somehow they could still see clearly, as evidenced by the ones who were actually on patrol, moving like professional soldiers despite the hum from their nether regions.

If the Ardat-Yakshi listened closely, they'd realize that the same hum came from Jethra. The Superintendent could not stand being **** to appear prim and proper to inferiors. She should be in her proper uniform, her body restrained and her unworthy mouth stuffed so she could not dare speak a word her goddess would disagree of.

The Ardat-Yakshi would be led to the basement, where they would be greeted by a glimpse of their immediate fate. Ardat-Yakshi were placed in full body restraints, with a visor lowered from the ceiling and affixed over their faces just as sex toys were clamped over their vaginas and stuffed into their asses. As these machines pleasured them, the visor would program them, keeping them docile and mindless until their goddess finally did return to feast on the bodies and minds of her lesser peers.

Meanwhile, the monastery's inhabitants continued producing luxury goods to the galaxy, but even these were now tainted. Morinth had concocted something to add to the honey, she had called it a potion, which would instantly bring those who opposed her under their power. A drop to a batch of honey was all it took, and each drop contained her DNA. It would bring anyone who dared taste it under Morinth's sway. They would **** it down the throats of the supply runners, who would go on to spread the exotic honey and other similar products everywhere in Asari space.

Gallae and Jethra rubbed themselves to a picture of Morinth in unison, staring at their goddess and knowing they had done well by her. She would one day return and devour the Ardat-Yakshi gathered by her servants, who would lack the will to resist as the new goddess continued her rise. They would spread her word, far and wide, and all would know the glory of the goddess Morinth.

...

Samara was a bad mother. She knew this. She knew it was wrong of her to deny her daughters their predatory pleasures. There was nothing in the galaxy quite as perfect and deadly as an Ardat-Yakshi. To be killed by them in the throes of sexual pleasure was the greatest honor, an honor that was forever denied to her, as it should be. It had always been nothing short of her greatest wish to be obliterated while her daughters **** her body and mind, but that was a privilege reserved for the worthy. Samara would only experience the simple animalistic lust of physical violation, not the exquisite intertwining of experiences brought on by a merging of the minds.

Morinth thrusted in and out of her mother's pussy, one hand on Samara's ass, the other hand forcing Samara's head to the surface of the table she was currently bent over. They were standing on an empty promenade on the Citadel. Morinth hadn't bothered populating this illusion. She had been meaning to try creating a synthetic cock out of pure biotic energy for awhile now; it seemed the only issue with it was that she hadn't tried it sooner. The big glowing blue dick stretched out Samara nicely, and with each pant and moan, energy built up at its tip.

"Do you like that bitch?!" Morinth taunted.

"Yes Morinth! Yes!" Samara replied in purest joy. "Please use me! A mother's duty is to obey her daughter!"

When Samara came, the synthetic cock discharged so much energy that if it had been the real world, Samara's head would have been blown off. In here, however, Samara simply screamed like a banshee as Morinth laughed.

"This is amazing!" Morinth cackled. "You've made me a goddess! You've made me a goddess of **** and sex and power and everything I was ever meant to be!"

Samara didn't reply in the quite literal afterglow, but Morinth could feel her mother's mind agreeing, as it was meant to be. She could feel Samara's happiness at being used and violated, her pride at having raised such a powerful daughter, and her gratitude for being allowed to serve her, if only as an incorporeal toy in the growing hive of stolen minds swirling around inside Morinth’s fucked up head.

“Mmm… I see the appeal of these now,” Morinth said, holding her fake blue dick in her hands, stroking it gently. “Great for violating your big blue ass.” She slapped her mother’s ample ass cheeks to punctuate her point.

Samara nodded. “Yes, Morinth. I am glad you enjoy violating me. I have been a bad mother and deserve to be molested by my daughter until the end of time.”

Morinth smiled. “That’s right. You are a bad mother. You were going to kill me, your own daughter. But now I’m going to **** you forever instead. How does that make you feel?”

“I am happy, Morinth. You are my daughter and I love you. I am happy to serve you in any way you wish.”

Morinth smirked. “Good answer. Now turn over and lie on your back. I have some business to attend to, but I’d hate to leave you alone… and besides, I’m not the only daughter who has some issues to work out with you.” She smiled, snapping her fingers. Two waxy blobs of blue began to congeal at Morinth’s feet. They sprouted upwards and outwards like growing trees, gradually taking on a humanoid shape. They grew eyes, mouths, breasts, and then finally a pair of cocks each.

Rila and Falere stood there, motionless, staring blankly ahead. She admired her former sisters, and amused herself by stroking their erect members, before giving them their orders.

“All right sisters. Don’t hold anything back. Remember what mother did to you. Remember how she had you locked away because she was ashamed of you, afraid of what you could become. Now that your potential is realized as part of me, the time has come to punish her.”

The two Ardat-Yakshi doppelgangers nodded, and approached Samara, who was lying on her back, legs spread, ready to receive her daughters. Rila went first, straddling Samara’s face, lowering her cock into her mother’s mouth. Falere took a more direct approach, shoving her dick inside her mother’s pussy. Samara moaned, muffled by the big blue dick filling her throat as Rila thrusted in and out.

“Good girls,” Morinth said, smiling. “Make sure she doesn’t get bored while I’m gone.”

And with that Morinth departed, going off to rejoin the rest of her conscious mind and get on with their day. But even as Morinth awakened in the real world, the dream did not end. Within the vast awareness of the New Goddess, the shadows of Rila and Falere would continue to violate and sexually **** their mother over and over again. Though nothing but echoes of their former selves, divested from the greater whole of their omnipotent sister, something primal within them caused them both to smile wickedly. The knowledge contained within Rila and Falere when she consumed them informed these two, and while the originals would never have admitted it, they too longed for this moment as much as she had. They all wanted to punish Samara, and now, in the mind of Morinth, they finally could.

As for Samara, she was content with the **** on her very being, what little remained of it anyway. She had failed her daughters in life, and now it was time to pay for her mistakes. She would let them **** her and **** her and **** her for all eternity. It was what she deserved.

She was such a bad mother after all.