The second drone is consoled by Samus, at least until the queen awakens.

The heavy footsteps of the second drone were heard by Samus, who looked up from Sammy to see her advancing towards them. Her face showed the same signs of fatigue as the first drone, but also a strong fire. She was decidedly angry and seemed on the verge of attacking Sammy.

Drone2: How dare you! Mom, you deserve...

Samus: Daughter, stay calm.

The drone stopped, its face saddened.

Samus nudged Sammy.

Sammy seemed to be trying to ignore it to continue breastfeeding.

Samus: Sammy, I need to be alone with your sister, go to your room for a while, okay.

Sammy pulled away, looked at Samus for a moment, then at the second drone, sighing.

Sammy: Okay, Samus.

She stood up and gave a glare, which was returned by the second drone, before returning to their room.

Once she was gone, the expression of defiance and anger disappeared, returning to a sad and dissatisfied one.

Samus: Come here.

The drone didn't need to be told twice and approached.

Drone2: Do you need anything, my queen?

His tone was sad.

Samus: I said come here, daughter.

The drone's face transformed into a surprised grimace. The drone closed the distance, and Samus pulled her into his lap, then hugged her.

Samus: I'm sorry, you must have felt left out, what you heard.

The drone was breathing heavily.

Samus: Calm down, it's all right.

Samus stroked his messy hair.

Drone2: You gave him a name... before me... you allow him... all those confidences... it's not fair... mother.

Samus: You're both my daughters, you shouldn't be jealous.

Drone2: But she's flawed... created by the enemy.

Samus: Neither of you are flawed, but I see you're sad and... and it's my fault, I haven't had much time to pay attention to you.

Drone2: No, it's her fault! She's monopolizing you! She does nothing but demand of you! She's not a good subject!

Samus: I'm not that rigid, and anyway, I'm straightening her out little by little. Don't you trust me? Your queen?

The drone remained in awkward silence.

Samus: You don't need my permission to hug me.

The drone blinked and turned to Samus. He hesitated for a second and then turned around, straddling Samus and then hugging her. Both of their nipples were open and their breasts were pressed together. The drone's legs wrapped around Samus's, the drone's four arms tightened around Samus, and its hands rested in inappropriate places, making Samus blush.

She wanted to console her daughter; this wasn't the plan.

Drone2: Queen... Mother, I will become your favorite, and my promise, my purpose, allow me the same freedoms as... Sammy. Allow me to please you.

Samus found herself faced with a difficult choice. Refusing would hurt her daughter; accepting would mean accepting.

They looked into each other's eyes, and after a tense silence, Samus replied.

Samus: It's okay, you don't have to worry.

The drone pressed even tighter against her and began to kiss her. The drone was certainly tired, but his desire to please her was such that he ignored his tiredness.

An invasive thought flooded her mind: "As it should be, a drone should be willing to do anything for his sovereign."

Samus didn't completely banish the thought. Rejecting and denying his daughter's love seemed wrong, but at the same time, the arrogant thought of valuing her as a servant seemed wrong.

If he had to flirt with his daughter to make her feel good about herself, he would have done so... and he certainly wasn't taking advantage of it because the contact was turning her on... okay, maybe that was part of it.

Samus began to reciprocate. The drone's body was still sensitive from the fight she'd had with her sister, or maybe it was precisely her touching her that was turning her on.

The drone was becoming frantic, her hands reached the zipper of her suit and lowered it to her hips. When the hands of her lower arms reached inside and found her wet pussy (yes, Samus had orgasmed while masturbating earlier), she seemed to be energized and began touching it, and despite her frenzy, she did so delicately, as if savoring it with all her being.

Samus moaned, the drone let out a grimace of excitement and satisfaction, starting to speed up. Samus couldn't hold back, she wanted more... she wanted to be QUEEN.

At that moment, all doubts about the situation and reticence about how to handle the drone disappeared. Samus was no longer focused on not hurting her daughter; her mind was only thinking about how the drone could provide her with the greatest pleasure possible to satisfy her cravings.

Samus stood up, lifting the drone with her arms, her belly moving past her legs and rubbing against the drone's, trying to align itself, the drone didn't seem to understand what Samus was doing.

Then Samus grabbed the drone's abdomen with her upper hands, bending it toward her. The drone seemed worried, its stinger pointing toward the queen herself.

Samus let out a lascivious smile, and then her belly pushed against the stinger, inserting it into her egg canal and then crushing it with the pressure of her muscles.

The pleasure for both of them was intense, their pelvises and abdomens moving in rhythm, pushing them against each other.

Samus stripped her clone of what remained of the suit as she sat back in the command chair. Her lower hands pulled the suit down enough to expose her vagina.

The drone moved, pushing its own against hers and rubbing them together.

But the queen was still not satisfied; the drone was too weak at the moment; she had to energize it somehow. She grabbed its head and pushed it against her left breast.

Samus: Drink, I'll give you that.

The drone latched onto her nipple and began to drink greedily, its body reacting vigorously as if it were mad, shaking its hips and abdomen even more vigorously.

Samus leaned her head back, enjoying all these wonderful sensations. She had to do it before her unworthy personality took over again. It was a real shame that only in these moments could she be what she was always meant to be. The queen of the hive, a hive too small, the queen stimulating her ovaries, a new egg coming into production.

Samus looked back at the drone, which was reaching its limits... although dissatisfied, she stopped everything. She had far too few servants to lose them by killing them this way, and her other personality would try to hinder her expansion plans if she got that far.

Samus grabbed the drone's face and **** it to listen to her words.

Samus: From today, I name you Honey. You will be my personal guard, my lover, and my servant forever.

The drone seemed to accept the words with a glow of absolute excitement and adoration.

Samus: Leave us and rest. You are in no condition to serve us any longer.

Honey slouched to her room and threw herself onto the mattress.

Sammy stood at the door, looking confused at Samus. She had decided to spy and had witnessed the whole scene, and Samus clearly wasn't her true self.