The Queen entered her throne to greet her triumphant mate. Ozymandias, The Grieving Father, as well as a more evolved form of The Omen and the Brother followed her. She was thrilled to see her wolf kneeling respectfully in wait for her. Despite her feelings she didn't even directly look at him until she was on her throne.<br/><br/>There was only one throne in the room. It hung from the celing like a bejeweled chandelier rather than rising from the floor. No other seat in the room was elevated. Instead there were plus cushions beside and beneath The Queen's throne for her handsome sons, favored seevants, and chosen mates to sit comfortably but in full dusplay. As any throne room it made a statement; none were elevated aside from The Queen herself. Everyone else was meerly an accessory to her. Prestige came from being allowed to display oneself as a fine male or eunuch beneath her.  There was no seating of any kind in front of the throne where Andras properly awaited.<br/><br/>Several minutes passed in silence while The Queen looked upon her mate, thus prolonging the formality. "You have returned. We trust nothing was too difficult for our most prized of all? You maintained a sexless form this whole time? Were you not tempted to bring out the cock we own and use it for the pleasure it brings? We know our wolf well. You would never allow that to happen. You prowled with a crotch smoother than most eunuchs have. As if without your Queen, without your brother, and without your hive those stupendous organs do not even exist."  The Queen said in praise of her wolf.<br/><br/>The Queen had the habit of leading Andras in convorsation. She would set in subjects that he could pick up and use. Andras continually said he needed no praise, that his acts of service were their own reward. The Queen appreciated the sentiment but still let him have some glory.<br/><br/>The Omen and The Brother liked the idea that the sacred phallus could not exist without those it serves and belongs to. "Blessed is the eunuch who is not cut for he carries his sex only for his owner." One proclaimed.<br/><br/>The conjoined twins, now posessing a dark and terrible beauty, walked to their father. "(Assume your proper form. Proudly display the most important parts of you now that you are among us again.)  The other said. As they circled around their father, the beads and jewels that decorated their scantily clad forms jingled and chimed in a beautiful and melancholy melody that sounded as if it came from large funeral bells rather than tiny decorations.<br/><br/>"We have considered the words of Six Grains of Pomegranate. We are speaking to Her Infernal Majesty the Queen about delaying our reclamation of Tzatli."<br/><br/>"(Instead we wish to travel South. To claim the region for our religion to conquer the war god, cull his brides, and build a priest-harem of men. Some brides will be assimilated to bear young for immortalizing our worship. Entire cities may one day belong to The Hive.")<br/><br/>"Lay your your boulders and the cock that rests on them on the ground in front of your kneeling body!"<br/><br/>As The Queen's mouthpiece The Omen and Brother and The Brother and Omen had enjoyed a lot of privileges from the begining. Now their hellish voiced chorded to order Andras directly and without reservation.<br/><br/>("Stupid humans often believe a huge dick and a strong masculine form to be measures of dominance.") The Omen said stroking Andras's face along his jawline, feeling the scruff of his facial hair. ("You will breed that foolishness out of them and show them how a cock behaves. All for our Queen. The woman you love more than anything.")<br/><br/>"The goddess you belong to, the one you fight for. She has linged for your return. Howl for her, father. You are her hound. Oh father, our holy father. We know you must remain versatile for our Queen to conquer creation.  Afterward when all is calm and good we have convinced Our Queen reward you and have you lobotomized.  All your higher thought processes will be gone. You will know the bliss of existing in nothing but perfect animalistic love and loyalty to Our Queen.  You will finally be just the cock and balls you carry."<br/><br/>The normally horrific idea of having all thought and identity stripped away to exist as a life support for his sex organs was being presented as some sort of beautiful dream to aspire towards. Even The Queen seemed to like it and think Andras would be thankful and happy to work towards it.<br/><br/><br/>"Our sons have exalted. It proves our spawn have souls strong enough to exalt. Are they not magnificent?"<br/><br/><br/>The twins walked away from Andras to the side of the throne The Grieving Father was on. One of then grabbed the dragonblood by his dick without any reservation. "You are a sinner and you have had this dick hanging here for over a month."  The twin began to stroke The Grieving Father's cock while the other touched him sensually across the rippling muscles of his body. ("Have you been fucking with it? Playing with it? Your kind was made by a titan to serve our our Queen's kind. You were made to serve, fight, and fuck. You did all that for an entire lifetime but only for the glory of traitors and their false religeon. All that and our beautiful Queen still gives you the gift of having your manly organs harvested regularly by the skilled hand of our father. When the blade cuts through your intimate meat understand nothing you do will ever be able to repay such a gift."[/glow]<br/><br/>The twins attention towards The Grieving Father gave The Queen an idea. Her happiness toward her sons was able to be felt through out the hive. She clearly liked them giving scathing comments and increased their authority. Even letting them command their own Father.<br/><br/>"Our favorite of the sons you have given us have outgrown you, our beloved. You should tell them how you feel and swear your strength and service to them. In fact, as your semen created them we would soon like to see them complete the cycle and ride your fuck-hole to put their semen inside you. We might even give them The Grieving Father though his harvested parts will remain ours. But enough talk of lesser meats. What is it you have done for our most prized of penises and testicles?"<br/><br/>The Queen usually liked to have Andras with her as much as possible and they had beem separated for nearly two months. Her body was aroused, blood pumped in to her lady parts and she felt flushed. The sight of Andras had her ecstatic. She kept an apperance of formality to keep things how she wanted them for now.<br/><br/>"Can you even control it all when you haven't orgasmed in so long? The Queen asked, looking Andras's sex over to see if there was anything visibly different. No doubt he was about to give her a real show.