The fleet had barely cleared the Cradle's exit vector when the first Seeker probes slammed into their formation. Hundreds of sleek, black needles dropped out of subspace, resonance-nullifying fields already pulsing like invisible claws.
Alarms screamed across every bridge. Hulls groaned under the pressure. Ships bucked hard enough to throw crew into bulkheads.
Aiden sat on the command throne, Elizabeth straddling him reverse-cowgirl, her soaked pussy already gripping his cock to the hilt. The Source inside him surged awake with a roar that vibrated through every mind linked by the Oath.
**Feed me. Now.**
Elizabeth's eyes glowed with that familiar yandere fire. She slammed down hard once, grinding her clit against his base, and activated the fleet-wide broadcast. Her voice cracked like a whip through every comm channel.
"Combat Binding! Every crew member, every warrior—fuck, suck, breed. Right fucking now. The empire demands your cum and your screams. Make it count."
