The Female Will Make a Fitting Broodmother.

You decide to infest the female. Your race doesn't really have proper genders, having evolved to reproduce through other species. As a conquerer-class breeder, you have had the pleasure of spawning a great many children.

You swiftly slither through the tall green strands of grass, your segmented eyes taking in the twin wonders of the Earth foliage and the beautiful humans themselves. You spy your prey, completely un-aware of the fact that these are her final minutes of uncontrolled thought. You stop at her feet and stare up at her. She is wearing a long cloth garment (commonly known as a sundress) and nothing else. Long shapely legs leading up to a tight pussy and toned abs underneath a pair of gorgeous tits. Perfect breeding stock. This is going to be fun.

You crawl onto her foot and using your naturally sticky secretions, you crawl up her leg. Her skin is so smooth and dry in comparison to your own. Gods, the tension is killing you. You can't wait anymore. You have to get inside her. Reaching her pussy, you begin the infestation process. It starts with you secreting an aphrodisiac onto her vagina to ease up the entry process. She starts to loosen up and her fluids begin to mix with yours. You taper your body and begin to squeeze yourself into her tight folds. You can feel her body squirming as you crawl and squeeze your way up into her guts until you reach her womb, curling up inside. Then you get to work. You unleash a combination of mind-controlling chemicals and your species natural psychic aptitude to take over her mind with a mastery that is unmatched by your broodmates.

You tap into her mind and begin to read her memories. You can't take over her life without them, right?