Pairing: Bayverse Optimus Prime/Quintessa

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Mind control, inappropriate use of hypnosis, one-sided attraction

Requested by SonicSpyroNiGHTS-Fan

Optimus' sense of awareness was shattered; he couldn't tell what was real or fake, but this was due to him not even having control of his own mind. Remnants of his former morals still dwelled yet he had an urge to completely disregard them.

"Nemesis Prime, how far will you go for Cybertron? How far will you go for me?"

The mech reluctantly moved towards Quintessa but found his resistance minimal. With a shaky servo, he reached out for her almost to cradle her face but she merely laughed and pulled away. "Oh now, Nemesis, this is not the time or place for such feelings."

The mood was mutual. Optimus didn't want anything to do with her, but Optimus was not here. Nemesis Prime only remained, and this new side of him only obeyed like a lifeless drone to whatever she wanted.

"But if you insist, my dear Prime," she purred. Snapping her fingers, Nemesis responded like a dog watching a nonverbal command.

He could do nothing as his servo caressed her face, wandering slightly towards her neck. What Optimus would give to break it right now if he had any possible acknowledgment of his mental state and could break free. Nemesis instead purred her name and let her pull his strings.

Like a puppet, she used one hand to gesture nonstop, and Nemesis moved accordingly. There were occasional flickers of doubt and reason in his optics but Quintessa refused to let her Prime go, forcing eye contact so he could remain mesmerized by her will. She sighed with a deep chuckle when he didn't try again to take control, assumingly learning his lesson.

"Good boy, now make your goddess proud. Show me what you can do."

"Yes, Master," Nemesis hissed low-key.

Both servos were grasping her form and played with the tendrils floating effortlessly from her. She gave a slight moan as one servo began to push through the entanglement to reach a more prohibited area. Optimus, however, was absolutely livid, his innermost consciousness roaring with displeasure as he technically watched his own actions. When he gripped his thumb to keep her immobile, his body was going through mixed emotions, none of which he was proud of.

"Look into my eyes, Nemesis, forget your strife. Forget Optimus and just let go."

To a scary degree, the Nemesis persona Optimus unwillingly developed was somehow drowning him out. Soon, his visual and physical response of his real self was fading and he was powerless to stop it. Nemesis was in complete control within seconds, and Quintessa smirked.

"You are mine now. What do you say, Nemesis?"

The purple optics of the mech almost lifelessly narrowed and a small smile twisted onto his features. "I live to serve you, my goddess."

AN: Short and to the point. What did Optimus do to Quintessa? Well, I assume you have an imagination.