Description - With complete control over the insecticons, Airachnid wonders what more power she holds.

⚠️ Contains Manipulative Smut ⚠️

Airachnid sat her pretty aft along the bottom of the cave where she had first discovered the Insecticons on Earth. She had taken an extreme liking to the alpha of their species who was given the designation Hardshell because he was far bigger than the others and more intelligent. Airachnid could easily manipulate his pawns, but she was curious as to whether or not she could control Hardshell with minimal effort.

After she had taken the liberty of gaining control of the army, she called forth the real initiator behind them. She heard the faint buzz of her approaching comrade as he hovered down into the depths of their hideout, transforming upon landing on solid ground. The strip of his glowing red optic visor beamed out from the dark lighting.

"Greetings Airachnid, Hardshell at your service", he spoke with the pinchers on the side of his face twitching. Airachnid was surprised by his capability of speech as the others seemed to follow whatever command on purely instinct. His voice was low and hoarse. She flashed him an innocent smile, remaining in her royal pose with one leg over the other. She was already impressed by the size of the Insecticon. His armor layout matched his followers, but what made him unique was the yellow stripes that raked across the front of his frame and along his face plate. Airachnid placed a servo on her chassis softly.

"So you can talk", she spoke out her reaction. The brute Insecticon nodded.

"Indeed, is there a specific reason why you have summoned me here?", he asked respectfully. There was something ticking in the back of his helm. Something that sounded like a faint voice calling out. He tried to ignore it. Airachnid chuckled softly.

"You must not know me that well Hardshell, I called you here because I wish to be entertained", she gestured to herself. Hardshell drew his helm back slightly in confusion.

"I'm afraid I do not understand", he spoke bewildered. The eerie voice he was hearing in his head was growing louder. Airachid could sense the Insecticon being bothered by something more than her request.

"Come forward pet", she gestured him over with her index digit.

~ Please me

Hardshell's mandibles shook. There was the voice again. it echoed through his processor. There was no doubt now that it was Airachnid's, but those words weren't spoken from her mouth. What was this obscure phenomenon? The rogue Con hissed at Hardshell.

"Come to your queen worshipper", she reached out towards the dazed Insecticon. She was like an enchantress calling forth a demon to engage in sinful play.

~ Give me your desires

Hardshell felt oddly satisfied by the soothing voice that was serenading him. He let out a trickled purr through his denta, slowly approaching the femme behind the voice. Airachnid smirked as she watched Hardshell pace his way over to her position, knowing that her power to control even the strong willed was a possibility. He stood before her, kneeling down.

~ Release your spike and pleasure your queen

Hardshell obeyed the command on instinct, showing off his ribbed spike to the Con making her bite her dermas. Her ultraviolet optics focused on the size of it like it was some kind of prize. She could already feel the dampness between her legs. Pulling her leg off the other, she presented herself to the Insecticon. Hardshell immediately reacted and grabbed her by the legs, positioning his spike at her enterance. He didn't even wait for a command to proceed, his mating behavior kicked in and his senses were beginning to make his actions frenzied.

He pushed his broad hips forward until every inch of his length was inside her. Airachnid moaned softly. The size of his spike hurt but she found a sadistic pleasure from it. The oversized mech thrust into her hard, pulling out slowly and then ramming back into her. Her port was not used to this kind of punishment but she didnt care. She was getting what she wanted as she always does, and thats what made her hungry for more. She leaned back with her servos braced behind her along with the long apendages that stuck out from her back. Her helm hung back as she took in all the pleasure she felt she deserved.

Hardshell was digging his sharp claws into her legs from the excitement. He increased his rhythm with more punishing bucks with his pelvis. Airachnid endorsed every moment of it. Who knew Insecticons were so aggressive at interfacing. The fast pace was already making her loose herself from reality. She could hear the huffs of Hardshell's laboured breaths while he was working himself into her. His helm drew closer to her dark and malicious frame and his mandibles began caressing her chassis. Airachnid rose her chest allowing him to feel her body. Her breast plate was very receptive that it was causing moans to trickle out of her voice box.

Hardshell was emitting more noises than before. It was apparent that he was close to his overload as was Airachnid. She pushed her hips forward to increase the contact, eager for release. Hardshell sensed her impatience and sped up the process before hitting into her violent for his initial release.

"Graaaaahh!" He grunted as he hit his overload. His thrust became sloppy afterwards but he was still continuing so he could finish his objective of pleasing his queen. The pace was slower due to his fatigue getting the better of him but he was pushing in deeper. Airachnid shuttered upon her final climax, allowing her cries to echo through the cave. Her spider talons shot out as she rode off the adrenaline coursing through her frame. She brought her servo forward and stroked the underside of Hardshell's helm, tilting it up to look into her webbed optics.

"Oh Hardshell, you have done well", she spoke through her troubled breaths before pulling her servo away. Hardshell pulled back and admired his ruler of the Insecticons.

"Anything...for you", he spoke silently. He bowed before her once again. The voice inside his head had ceased and he gained a clearer understanding of what just happened. He didn't seem to of minded much of the outcome, he lived to serve Airachnid as did his comrades. In fact, he took honor in being the chosen one sentenced to please the powerful femme. He remained still, accompanying her until she no longer needed him. He was sure that a moment like this would rise again.