“Is this really necessary?” You ask meekly, trying to cover yourself as the female bees lead you to the bathing chambers. They don’t answer right away, tilting their heads in unison, seeming confused by your question.
“Why...yes. You need to be cleaned! Are we not suitable for the job? We understand!” They say simultaneously. It’s honestly creepy how they have a hive like mind when it comes to answering you, as if they’re all controlled by one being. You need to settle them down before they get stirred up and do something even more damaging to themselves or others.
“N-no it’s just im capable of washing myself is all. Surely you wouldn’t want to see this everyday, right?”. You hope giving them an option would shoo them away, and give you some peace of mind. Wishful thinking gets you nowhere nowadays though, and they all chirp and click to each other before shaking their heads.
“We love to care for you, allow us to ease your muscles in the shower! We don’t mind at all!”.
Well so much for trying to change their mind. You huff and walk into the room with hesitation, fingers clinging to the robe around you, as if it’s the only thing that will ground you and keep you safe. You know you aren’t in danger, you know they’d never hurt you, but there’s always a dark, sinister feeling when you’re around them.
As if they’re putting on a show for you while being completely different behind closed doors. It’s unsettling to say the least. It makes your skin crawl with how they act and think the same, as if there’s another in control of them.
But this is just how they are. It’s how their species acts. And sooner or later you know you’ll have to get used to it.
You allow the cloth to fall, stepping into the steamy water, allowing your hair to be wetted as your fingers try and rake through the small knots and stray strands that got missed by the cascade. You feel relaxed for just a moment, only to be jolted back to reality when you hear murmuring behind you.
You look over your shoulder and see the bees eagerly looking back, seemingly ready to burst if they couldn’t do something soon. They creep closer, silently but in step, hands reaching out to touch your chest and thighs, silently asking if it was ok to help.
You sigh, figuring you should play along to get this over with, and nod your head. “Thank you” one whispers, kissing down your thighs as they lather soap in their hands. They rub up and down your leg, making you moan out as they work out the sore muscles in your claves. It felt amazing, and honestly you didn’t mind, but the one thing you regret is making that damn noise.
They’ve bathed you before, but every time you’ve managed to keep your moans to yourself, knowing they’d want to hear more. And now? They’ll want to hear more, all because you forgot to bite your tongue.
“That was so pretty! Please, make it again? “ They asked while pausing their motions. You shake your head as your cheeks heated, unable to even make eye contact out of embarrassment. You refuse! You can’t indulge them! You won’t!
Well, so you thought, until a hand comes to massage your chest and tease your nipples. A low whisper in your ear doesn’t help, and you jerk up into the touch as your mouth opens, soft whimpers ghosting over your lips like a running river. They were going to get what they wanted, and they knew how to work you.
“No need to hide” One whispers, fingers teasing your chest, licking up your neck as the water continues to run in the background. Their voice was so smooth, so sweet sounding, it was hard not to give in and let them have their fun. “You look so good like this. I love watching you quiver at the smallest of touches. Think you can keep making those pretty noises?”.
“I-I ca-can’t- Ahh!” You cry out, feeling a mouth secure around your chest, sucking softly as a tongue teased your pebbled nipples. Fingers traced the top of your hips, gently tickling your thighs for a few moments before sliding downwards, making your fingers clench against their arm as you shiver and quake.
“So shy. Always so cute. You’re doing amazing, but you still insist you don’t want this” They purr, teasing your sex slowly as they press you towards the wall of the shower. “Let us relax your mind. You aren’t in charge for the moment. Let us please you like you clearly need, your highness”.
With touches so sensual, and words so honeyed, how can you say no any longer?
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