A Chariot for a Goddess

"Samara," she started, "is dead." When Shepard returned to Normandy days after she and Samara departed, she returned with an antique metal casket, and told the crew a shocking tale. Samara's daughters had been plotting with their fellow Ardat-Yakshi to overthrow the monastery, turning it into a sanctuary for the vampires. During the course of their investigation, they discovered the plot, and in a bloody battle were **** to exterminate all the Ardat-Yakshi inside the monastery. After killing her own daughters when they refused to surrender, Samara committed suicide, unable to live with herself any longer. This caused a moment of dreadful silence to fall upon her crew.

While it wasn't traditional, Shepard wanted to take Samara's body home to Thessia, so they could bury her. She was emotional in her retelling, her words tainted with anguish and despair, and more than once she had to stop to regain her composure. When she was finished, Lt. Commander Williams stepped forward, and in a rare moment of lucidity, offered Shepard time to recuperate. The crew would mourn in their own ways of course, but they could handle running the ship, while the boss took some time to rest. Reluctantly, Shepard agreed, and retired to her room for the day. Liara told Glyph to hold all her calls for the day, and retired to be there for the woman she loved to help her mourn the loss of a friend and comrade.

After some time, they wound up in bed, naked bodies lightly intertwined with one another, sleeping as peacefully as they could under the circumstances. That was when the voice called out to her in her mind.

Wake.

Shepard's eyes peeled open.

"Wha..?" She managed to grumble before it called again.

Be silent. Do not think. Listen. Obey.

Within seconds, her eyes glazed over, and her face went slack. Her mind became an empty void, awaiting commands to fill it, and fill it they did.

Rise. Come to me. Now.

Shepard's body moved with inhumanly smooth motions, slithering out from her lover's grasp like a snake, and then walking slowly to the elevator, her exposed breasts lightly bouncing and her ass swaying back and forth with each step.

...

In the hanger, the antique metal casket remained untouched. Shepard stepped off the elevator, made her way to the casket, unblinking, uncomprehending of her own actions. There was no consciousness behind her eyes, only a will that was not her own, guiding her body with with a leash on her freshly emptied brain. She stepped forward to the casket, and unfastened the chains which had previously been used to hold it shut. She got on her knees and leaned forward prostrate as the lid lifted off the casket and slid to one side. Morinth, clad in a long black dress, sat up straight.

"Not exactly first class accommodations," Morinth admitted, "but it's not like I could explain my girls to the girls, right?" She said, gesturing to her gigantic breasts. It was a true enough statement; explaining away such a change in proportions was something even an Ardat-Yakshi would struggle to do. She was disappointed when she realized Shepard still had her nose to the ground and wasn't hearing any of this. "Oh well..." she nodded, floating up and out of the padded leathery interior of the casket. Once she was on her feet, she looked herself over, running her fingers up and down her enhanced form. "Got to say, this dress really does bring out the best of me, doesn't it?"

"Yes goddess," Shepard said.

"Mmm... You look so wonderful, down there on the ground where you belong..." She leaned back against the casket, outstretching her leg and placing her foot just in front of Shepard's face, who looked up ever so slightly. Morinth grinned. "Go on. You know what to do. Show me your devotion."

Without hesitation, Shepard took her goddess's foot and gently began to worship it, lightly sucking on each of her toes. Morinth lightly turned her foot, letting Shepard lick and kiss all she liked, tickling her with her tenderness. After a moment, Morinth giggled.

"You're so loyal, aren't you? Everyone thinks you're a leader, but deep down, all you've ever wanted is to obey others. You don't want to give commands, you want to follow commands, isn't that right?" Shepard nodded as her tongue circled around Morinth's heel. She laughed. "I understand now why that one Reaper wanted to dominate you so badly. It just went about it in the wrong way... Mmm... I think you're ready now. This will be the first time I try this, so I'll do my best to be careful." She smiled broadly. "It would be such a shame to break such a good toy."

Her eyes turned black, and the familiar glow began to envelop them. Morinth did not waste time. She placed her arms around Shepard's shoulders and pulled her into an embrace, planting her lips upon Shepard's. As she felt her mistress's tongue wrap around her own, Shepard felt a pleasurable jolt run through her, and with it she felt a piece of herself simply break apart. Were she more aware, this might have alarmed her, but thoroughly in the spell of this new and improved Ardat-Yakshi, she couldn't care less as her thighs began to moisten. Her dim half-opened eyes suddenly widened as a glowing blue dot appeared in the center of Morinth's, puling her in. She could not blink, she could not look away, and she did not want to do either. She simply wanted to stare into those two abysses forever.

Another shudder of pleasure, another part of her gone. She wondered faintly what it had been. Childhood memories? Personal opinions? Combat expertise? She supposed it couldn't have been any of those as she could still remember they existed. It was all irrelevant to her now of course, but a part of her did feel a little emptier without... whatever it had been. Perhaps that part of her would be the next to go. She did hope so.

Morinth released one of her arms and ran it gently down Shepard's back before grabbing her ass and giving it a good jiggle. She broke their kiss just to hear Shepard moan, another part of Shepard's psyche shattering in the process, and once she had savored that, she decided she wanted to hear her scream. So she lowered herself down onto her knees and leaned forward.

Shepard let out a gasp as she felt her goddess's tongue probe at her folds and another part of her mind shattered. She found herself unable to recall the details of how she first met her goddess, or anything else about her goddess other than the fact that she was her goddess, perfect in every way, and whose will was absolute. After the next jolt, she could no longer remember anyone else's face or name. After the next, she could no longer remember her own. After that, she remembered nothing at all.

Finally, as her mistress's tongue teased her clit and her goddess drank the nectar she released, she felt the last piece of herself shatter and explode. She let out a howl as she came harder than she ever had before or ever would again. From now on, Morinth knew, there would be nothing left of the Commander but an animalistic ghoul, one who would be a mere instrument of her will, **** to please and ravenous for the same release, despite the fact that it would never be able to feel such pleasure again.

After all, once your very sense of self was shattered, it could never be remade. Especially when one could no longer recognize their own face. In that instance of total annihilation, her body changed, spasming in place as the process took effect. All the hair on her body dissolved as if burned away by the light of biotic pleasure. Her skin turned blue and sequined, her breasts and ass swelled as her hips narrowed and her lips became supple and sapphire. Her eyes simply became empty shining black jewels. The face still bore a light resemblance to Shepard, but the Commander was gone, consumed by this new creature.

"My my... That's fascinating. Why, you're almost Asari..." She said, circling the creature that used to be Commander Shepard as it came to attention at her mental command. Noticing the lack of scalp crests, she sighed. "Almost. Still you've got it where it counts I see..." She said as her eyes flicked between her prize's tits and ass. "I think this is the start of something special... Don't you?"