Queen Saelith

The moment Rezar steps into the bio-chamber, the temperature spikes. The walls breathe like lungs, and the floor responds to each step with a slick, yielding pulse. Bioluminescent veins glow a deep amber, casting shadows that twitch and watch. The scent is thick—wet, sweet, and maddeningly warm. Every surface glistens. The cathedral is alive… and aroused.

At the far end of the hall, seated atop a pulsing throne of soft, egg-like spawn, sits Queen Saelith. Her golden exosuit clings to blue skin slick with moisture. Her thighs are parted, her posture regal, relaxed—but not idle. She is waiting.

Her glowing red eyes find yours instantly. They do not blink.

“I’ve been waiting,” she says, her voice soft and wet, vibrating through the chamber like heat.

“Not for a man… but for you.”

She doesn’t rise. She doesn’t need to. Her presence presses into your lungs, warm and intimate. The Hive knows you now—your scent, your pulse, the flicker of heat in your blood.

A slow strand of fluid drips from the inside of her thigh, pooling on the floor between her feet.

“You carry the one thing I can’t replicate.”

Another pause. Her eyes glow brighter.

“Give it to me… and I’ll make you part of something eternal.”

Behind you, the entrance seals with a gentle, organic sigh.