The bee hybrids pump you so full of their eggs that you grow sleepy and bedridden.
They love you like this, because for the rest of your pregnancy they get to dote on you and keep their precious queen somewhere safe and secluded!
Your attendants just adore getting to rub your distended belly, cooing over how stuffed full you are! Of course, there are other bee hybrids that are desperate to mate with the queen even though you’re already carrying a big clutch.
Your tummy is already so heavy, but you feel a bee hybrid gently climb on top of you, his antennae tickling your forehead.
“P-please, my queen… I’ll be gentle.”
He’s gentle, fucking into you with the love and care of a loyal subject, but you still whine and fuss over the fact you’ll be given even more eggs to incubate!
You’re worshipped like a goddess, various fuzzy hands rubbing your belly or playing with your sensitive tits as you’re mated again and again.
If you weren’t in absolute heaven right now, you’d complain about being overworked… but part of you enjoys how much you’re sought after.
The male bee turns the tv off. He stands before you, naked and ready for work, his antenna rubbing against each other.
You try to speak but your mouth is full of semen mixed with honey. You’re glued to the walls, your legs wide open for your next suitors. Two other male bee knead each one of your breast and milk you. The male in from of you jerks himself in front of you, his eyes piercing holes on your pulsing cunt.
He lines his cock to your entrance and easily slip inside your fat pussy. You whine, your eyes roll to the back of your head as he starts thrusting. Your activity doesn’t stop other male from coming. You’re releasing so much pheromones, you’re actively attracting every wanderlust male bee hybrids. Even authentic male bees!
You’re so sensitive and already so full of cum. The male pounds you fast, chasing his own pleasure. They all know you’re too far gone, but they keep you around for reproduction and milk production.
The male wings flutter as he cums inside your puffy hole. He just pull out and another male penetrates you. You can’t catch a break or your breath, you have to take it all.
Your pussy is pounded all day, your breast milked non-stop.
You can’t remember how you ended up here.
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You’re sleeping, finally. It’s quiet when you don’t hear the buzz sound of the make flying around the hive. You’ve been cleaned, your mouth and cunt are empty, but you can’t wait for the first of to come.
And as you expected, the sun arose and with him the first male bee of the day.
“Good morning, your majesty.”
“Morning…”
You smile tiredly, but your smile quickly turns into a fucked out face when he started suckling your breast and fucking you on his cock.
Again and again, all day. Until you’re pregnant. Don’t think it’ll stop them. Even carrying another bee hybrid worker, they’d fuck you even more to prepare you for birth.
You work for the hive, not literally, the company you work for is called the hive, and most of your coworkers are bee hybrids from the same colony.
Today however, has been hell, yelling, buzzing, flared wings, and people bumping shoulders constantly between snapped remarks and honestly your over it. Dipping into the stairwell you light your cigarette, hand in your hair and water bottle at your feet that you almost wish was filled with something a little stronger to numb you out as this whole building goes for each other's throats.
You can't even tell when it started, but it's just gotten worse and worse as the day progressed.
The metal door clicks open and one of the bees grunts and slumps down next to you, buzzing angrily as he mutters about one of the other bees working here, snapping harshly at you as he turns and finally notices you. Only in response you blow smoke at him, huffing the lung full at him before snapping back that if he is going to be an asshole he can find another stairwell or go a flight down to be all crotchety.
Only as the smoke clears, the buzzing dies down, behind his glasses sharp eyes go almost soft, head drooping a little before he looks at you again. No longer angry, more curious and calm, you are already mid drag when he asks you to do it again, antennae twitching as he leans towards you, asking you to blow smoke at him one more time.
Coughing as you try to understand what the fuck you had just heard, letting a little smoke hit his face as you look over at him, cringing back before taking a drag and blowing a full cloud at him again. Snatching up your water bottle before standing up, calling him a freak before turning to walk back into the office floor, missing the way the bee hybrids eyes fluttered as he watched you go, shuddering as he makes a mental note to tell some of the other bee workers about the wonderful mix of your breath and smoke.
Your stairwell bad habit is about to become very crowded...
Tw: fem! Flower x wasps x bees, gangbang, objectification(?), freeuse, dubcon, pollination, wasp v bee rivalry, womb fucking(?) you potentially causing a war between the two factions in a nearby future... if I make a pt2, Not proofread lmao
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Wasps help pollinate too, so why do the bees get all the glory?
Granted wasps are an aggressive and territorial lot compared to the docile bees. And weren’t all that good at pollinating but boy were they dutiful studs, fucking you like they owned you. Which to their arrogant understanding, they did.
The drone wasps, were the definition of sore losers, at how they didn’t succeed pollinating you as much as the bumble fucks did. They couldn’t fathom it. They were bigger and stronger and so much more deserving of you being their exclusive nectarine slut.
And as a testament to their egoistic stance, the drone wasps always left you dripping, whimpering, and sobbing. Not giving you a break with how ravenous they were to indulge in your delectable ambrosia.
Hell you weren’t complaining with having a daily rotation of imposing drone wasps landing upon your petals. All primed and ready to deflower your ripe stigma numerous times by their pointy long cocks. Designed to get to the root of your ovary canal with the minuscule pollen collected upon their aching tips to knock you up.
One after another, they all plunged into you heedlessly scraping your walls with the small spikes upon their ovipositors. So rough and demanding wanting everything their flower can offer.
Their claws digging into your pliant flesh, in a possessive grip. Wings buzzing blaring loud in preparation to seed their sow. Right after every drone male that came inside your abused womb. Leaving you to be filled with buckets of small plump eggs contained within each round of cummy sloppy seconds n thirds n so on forth.
Till they were satisfied with how stuffed their wilting flower girl looked. To top it off they rubbed their coarse fur against you, covering you in the few specks of pollen marking you in their scent. Before taking flight back to their hive as a job well done.
To which the caring bees then took over with their bumbling selves. They buzzed in exasperation, seeing your sorry state. And only blamed to brutish wasps for not knowing anything about after care of which they took pride in giving.
They’d rub their soft fuzzy bodies into your limp petals rejuvenating you with a full on body to body message. While getting rid of the pitiful specks of pollen left by their competitors. And replacing it with an abundance of their own.
Of course they too had needs so they’d gently stretch you out wide with their fat shorter girths. After all they too were sore winners in a sense they couldn’t possibly let the wasps overtake their precious flower. They were called the the best pollinators for a reason.
Hey! So a lot of you wanted the Bee smut, so, here it is! I'm still new to writing smut so please be kind. Also, in @bunnis-monsters universe of Bee Hybrids, its mentioned that they have different types of Honey that have different properties and effects, so I wanted to play with that a little. Also just a reminder that I headcannon that the queen scouting drones are a bit more intelligent than other bee hybrids,, as this works better to lure in a queen! Hope you enjoy!
Everything had happened so quickly, you didn't know quite what to do or think.
You'd just been talking and having fun with a few Bee Hybrids, now suddenly suddenly you were in their hive, they were calling you Queen, and it was getting really hard to talk your way out of this when you had so many tongues on your skin--
“Y-You guys I can't become your… oh God um… there's no way I can become a queen!” You tried your best to gently pull yourself out of their grasp, but the little nibbles Haven was doing on your ear were way too distracting. Elias answered you.
“We know you'd be great. Please dont be mean to yourself.” He pouted at you with big eyes as he worked on pulling down your black leggings. He carefully lifted your thighs as he did so and you noticed that his skin, while smooth and soft, also had a sort of firmness to it that human skin didn't. It made your core burn.
“Are we doing something wrong? Please tell us my Queen, we only want to make you feel good.” Another hand was slowly exploring up your shirt. You looked over at Ray, the black haired hybrid who was staring at you with the biggest, mooniest eyes, like he was a dog begging for a treat. He trailed his hands up and down your belly, his hands were more beelike than the others, and the foreigners of it gave you goosebumps.
Stop it! You can't become Queen! You'd never leave this place!
“I can't do this.” You finally managed, pulling away from Haven and Ray's grasp.
“I have a home. And a job and…”
And not much else. Your parents weren't the kindest, and you only ever saw your friends once every two months. If they remembered you that was.
Elias gently took one of your hands in his. “This can be your home! We would feed you and do whatever you want! You'll never be lonely again. Please. We've been so long without a Queen and…” His antennas drooped. So Did Haven and Rays, their exuberant wings going quiet.
“ We will die soon. Without a Queen our hive will grow weak, and other hives will fight us for our home territory.” Ray leaned his head gently on my shoulder, a whine escaping his chest.
Haven started to tear up. At least, he seemed to cry. “ We need you. We will never stop loving you, and you would never want for anything, please let us keep you.”
Your heart grew heavy. You didn't know much about bees, but you were aware that Queens were super important for the health of the hive. You had only known them for a day, but you couldn't bear the thought of them dying. They were so incredibly sweet after all.
Maybe I could try it for a little bit. I mean, being a Queen couldn't be so bad. You reasoned. And if it becomes too much, I could maybe help them find a new one. Or run away in the night, maybe.
“I'll… give it a try.”
The three of them were in the air at once, pulling on your limbs and jumping up and down. Haven got up and did what seemed like a little happy dance, Elias joining in. While Ray continues to hold onto you and nuzzle you in large excited motions. You watched the two dancing and clapped happily. They buzzed loudly, seeming pleased with your smile and sudden lifted mood. They could feel your affection for them in the air and it bode well.
At that time, the bee-man that Elias had pulled aside earlier knocked on the door, before buzzing in with a cup of something sweet. Well, the whole place smelled sweet, but you noticed steam coming up from the cup. You tilted your head in confusion.
“He added some warm water to help you get it down easier! Your human after all, so thick things may be hard to drink, right?” Elias smiled and handed you the warm little cup. It smelled… well. Like honey. But their was a little heat to it. Maybe cinnamon? Nutmeg?
“Its super special, just for you!” Haven volunteered, as he settled back down to his place on your back left. He busied himself with rubbing your shoulder, then kissing the back of your head sweetly.
All of this attention was making your cheeks rosy. To busy yourself you took an experimental sip of the warm honey. It went easily from your tongue down your throat. Expecting the taste of normal honey, you were surprised by the variety of notes. Still sweet, it indeed had a hefty… spice to it? Like it had been salted and mixed with a little chilli pepper. The heat of it spread from your throat, through your head and your body, making you shiver.
It was a feeling similar to hot chocolate on a long day out in the snow. Delighted, you slurped it down greedily. Ray laughed and the other two hybrids seemed very pleased. They watched you drink the whole cup, pride and their ever present excitement alight on every feature.
You gave the cup back to Elias and smiled dreamily. You finally felt relaxed enough and tried to lie back on the couch, instead ending up in Ray and Havens arms.
“That was really good.” You almost whispered. You were still warm from drink, and a haziness had softly draped itself over your brain. Soft. Warm.
Probably tired from a long day, you thought with a giggle. What a silly day it had been. What a silly situation.
Elias set the cup down on a table towards the door and floated toward you, a hungry look in his eye. Ray had decided to lap at your jaw now, making you shiver, again marveling at the strange texture his tongue had. Almost like a cat but smoother? Somehow? It felt good.
The room was filled with pleasant buzzing and purring, as several pairs of hands started working your skin. Haven was now exploring the inside of your shirt, pulling excitedly at your bra. He felt around for a little bit, trying to find the latch. You noticed, through a big mirror by the door that his tongue was sticking out the whole time. You giggled. So cute.
A sudden nip to your inner thigh made you jolt. Elias had made his place between your thighs again and had started licking and nipping to getting your attention. He pouted at you until you gave him full eye contact.
“I'll get to breed you first, since I found you.” Elias said in the most innocent tone you almost didn't comprehend it. Until he was licking at your clothed cunt with his long black tongue. You whined a bit, in surprise and pleasure. It felt good.
Haven must have figured out your bra because suddenly you felt fingers on your chest now. They moved around haphazardly, watching your face for a reaction. When one found your nipple you bit your lip and pried your gaze away from Elias for an instant. Havens face lit up in a smile.
“ Can I take this off, my Queen?” He asked in his delicate textured voice. You nodded and lifted your arms for them. A sudden jolt pulled your gaze back down to Elias, who was pouting at you. He had pulled your underwear aside and had started licking fervently between your lips. Those big, adoring eyes did as much to you as his tongue and you moaned out.
You were suddenly ablaze now, your core dripping and needy. It was sudden, and your hazy mind tried to work out how they'd got you gushing so fast. They were obviously new at this, reaching around trying to find your best spots, but you needed more.
“T-take them off, please.” You begged Elias quietly, as your breath was quite ragged. Elias complied happily. You opened your legs wider for him, and he was able to push your lips apart farther so he could get a look at you. Enchanted, he took a finger and drew circles around you, noting when and where you would flinch, and jerk your hips. After experimenting a bit more he decided to suck on your most sensitive place: Your clit.
You howled out as he sucked and licked you, the texture of his tongue so different from anything you'd felt before.
Haven and Ray were buzzing so loudly as the licked you, groping your sweet tummy, and sucking where they could. Ray had decided on sucking and when you sang for him, he started trilling with glee. Seeing this, Haven did the same. Their hands continued to roam.
The sucking of your tits and the attention on your clit were getting you close. The pressure in your stomach was mounting, and when Elias had decided to move two of his delicate fingers into your entrance you came hard around him, full body quaking. Drool pooled down your face as you gasped, stars filling your vision.
“ Such a good Queen, coming for us so well.” Praised Ray, before he went back to assaulting your nipple with his tongue. Haven giggled and buzzed in agreement.
When you came down from your high, you were surprised to find yourself still wanting, wriggling, your skin so sensitive and desperate for more touch that you bucked yourself back into Elias’ face. The confusion persisted and you were about to ask a question when Elias answered.
“Don't worry, Our Love, we made sure you'd feel good enough to take all of us. Our honey truly is special. You won't feel any pain, we promise!”
The honey'd been… an aphrodisiac?
Something about that should have bothered you but all you could think about was having something inside you. Of wanting more of their touch, more more more-
You chocked as Haven started rubbing your clit, the sweet pressure bringing you some relief. Elias was taking his human clothing off now, revealing his lower half. His cock was long. Long, but super pretty and pink. You licked your lips as he lined it up with your wet entrance. His big, clear eyes stared at you with such devotion it bordered on worship, before he plunged himself within your needy walls.
You cried out, and it was like a wave of pleasure crashed through the room, as everyone sighed. He started slow, working himself further and further inside you as he went. The stretch and rhythm felt so good, you tried to work in time with him. His length was slick and warm and being so close to him only made your affection grow. You couldn't help it.
Ray and Haven were moaning in your ear. They were still sucking your tits, but were humping whatever bit of you they could, desperate and needy.
You wanted to help them but each stroke Elias was working in you felt so good your mind couldn't think properly. You stayed like that for a while, Elias hitting your best spots, sending you closer and closer to your limit, before he seemed to come, hard, a guttural sound leaving his throat.
But instead of feeling hot, wet cum, you felt something push against your walls. A ridge was forming inside of you, pushing up through his member. The stretch was delicious and you keened as another traced its way up your walls. A sudden soft wetness, and a heaviness was felt at the innermost part of you. You'd never felt anything like it before and your walls twitched around it. An egg.
Your mind raced back to an earlier comment. You'd completely forgotten about the eggs. But your mind was so gone all you could do was whine at the tightness, as another was laid in you, and you came again, another wave of pleasure racking your mind and body.
It went on like this, him laying one after the other, bringing you closer and closer to the edge again. You could tell Elias was getting utterly spent, his rocking movements slowing, the erratic flaps of his wings getting more labored. Drool continued to pool out of his mouth. His heavy meaningful gaze was now glassy and tired. You wanted to hold him.
When the last egg was laid within you, Ray took his place in a flash. As Elias took his spot on your right, lazily sucking on your collarbone, Ray pushed himself in fully in one go. His dick was thicker, and not as long as Elias’, but it felt amazing around the eggs.
“My turn. You'll take my clutch so well, I know it.” He reassured, rubbing his thumb like limbs on your hips as he slowly rutted into you. He was whispering praises about your beauty and how well you were doing the whole time. The stretch of his dick felt so good as he fucked the eggs further into you, adding his own. He was quicker than Elias to lay though. His eggs were much bigger, making you sputter a bit as you took them. It seemed that Bee-men came continuously as they laid their spawn, because he was a glassy eyed, babbling mess the whole time he pushed more into you.
Haven took the longest time to lay, despite fucking you the fastest and hardest of the three. He giggled, so happy and pussydrunk the whole time.
“My Queen, it feels so good. Am I making you feel good?”
“So good,” you confirmed through shaggy breaths. “So good. My good boy.” You could feel a shock throughout the room and Haven smiled so big through his sweaty curls, that you couldn't help but return it. His hips rocked into you faster now, though he was still careful of your eggs.
The other two pouted, making crying vibrating sounds. “My good boys.” You corrected. “Doing so well.” you were so close to cumming again it was hard to think, but you reached both hands up to caress them both. Consoled, they clung to you even tighter, as if that was possible, whispering praises back. You were such a good queen, taking so many eggs. So good and sweet.
Their words brought you over the edge at the same time Haven let out a loud trilling sound. He collapsed forward onto your lap, licking at your now extended belly. You both shook, riding out your high.
The room smelled of sweat, and their saccharine aroma. You realized you'd become a bit addicted to the scent, nuzzling closer into the soft fur of your new family.
You lay there for a time, letting your bee-men fuss over you. They wiped the sweat from your body and cooed at your stomach, at how adorable you were being so full, and taking so many eggs.
“Our lovely Queen. Did so well for you first mating.” Elias had glowed with pride for you, then nuzzled into your neck in that way of his. “The rest of the hive is just going to love you. But for now, rest.” He petted soft loving strokes down your forehead. The motion was soothing, and you closed your eyes, letting sleep consume you.
Before you completely lost consciousness, you heard a worried Haven whisper, “I hope she makes us her attendants. It'd be such a shame to only see her when its our turn to mate.” You felt some nodding onto your shoulder and buzzing of agreement. You'd have to remember to ask them about it when you awoke.
Hey guys! Was this too long? Would love some constructive feedback about what you'd like to see more of! Thank you for reading!
Lately, you've been trading goodies with your new neighbor. It started when you baked way too many cookies on a lazy weekend. You put a box of cookies on top of the brick wall separating your properties with a note and the next day you find they've left something for you too. This goes on for a couple of weeks. It looks like your schedules are different, because they never seem to be home when you are.
One day they leave you a jar of honey. It's the best you've ever had, and you finish it in record time. You bake a cake for them and decide to deliver it personally to their door and finally introduce yourself. The door opens and a bee hybrid smiles brightly at you. They invite you inside to try the cake with them and are thrilled to hear how much you like their honey. They like your cake too.
Summary- What's next after you're kidnapped by a hornet colony, made into their king, and successfully save them from dying out? Repopulation, of course.
Warnings- Trans male reader, obviously, reader's genitals are referred to by 'dick, cock, cunt, hole', mildly possessive hornet people, yandere if you squint, cunnilingus, p in v, breeding, worship (receiving), somewhat rough sex, weird genitalia, monster fucking, let me know if I missed anything
Word count- 2,500
A/N- I wanted this to be realistic in terms of how the hornets looked? For some reason? I don't even wanna talk about how many times I looked up 'bee penis', but they're fucking weird looking. Also, if you want a visual on what I think the hybrids look like, check out the ants from the webcomic 'Hiveheart'. Like that, but with wings and lower back abdomens w/stingers.
It was the next thing to do once the hive was sanitized and rebuilt (and dead workers were removed, and the few remaining larvae were disposed of to prevent another breakout, and comb was re-waxed, and your attendants dispersed your scent through the hive…)–you needed to breed.
It started with some chatter, whispers of excitement at the prospect of new eggs to care for–the strength the new king would bring to the hive, the expectation that numbers would soar–but grew into something very real very quickly.
Workers in charge of the nurseries had been idle for nearly a month with no young to coddle–their clicks and buzzes of discontentment were making everyone stir-crazy, and it was clear as your job as king that you needed to fix things.
Really, with the help and support of your courtiers, all that boiled down to was the actual act of being bred.
Fairly simple compared to everything else you’ve had to do, and with the added bonus of being pampered extensively–an abundance of fatty meals, fruits, nectar, honeydew, and meats laid before you daily; warm baths, soft, soft linens and bedding they stole just for you–the prospect became less another task, and more like just another way your girls could bring you pleasure.
It took weeks to find drones that your attendants approved of–they had to be strong, healthy, introduced to your scent and monitored in temperament. They had to be sanitized in and out, inspected in every possible aspect–plenty embarassing when you were asked for your dick preferences–scrutinized on every flaw.
They were to be worthy of you. They were perfect. They were…a lot larger than you expected.
Your largest subjects, your soldiers, were already massive by any human standards–most of them 7 feet tall, some bigger, with broad, bulky bodies and thick chitin you honestly weren’t sure a gun could get through.
These boys are bigger. Not as hard, not as rough, and lacking the stinger that had you nearly pissing yourself the first time you saw it–but Jesus Christ that is a big insect.
You did your best to keep your composure when they were brought before you in your chambers–you are a king after all–but your girls still noticed the change in your scent. In an instant you were flanked by attendants clacking their mandibles together in worry, petting any skin they could reach in an attempt to calm you down.
“It’s alright my King, they would never cause any harm. They were made for this–for you. They live to give you pleasure.” One wasp comforts, nuzzling you softly and beckoning a drone closer.
The one closest to you–with near-black armor accentuating his sheer size–practically scrambles to your feet, kneeling until his forehead touches the floor in a show of complete reverence. Not quite submission, but worship.
“You are…beautiful, my King.” The drone rumbled, his antennae twitching as he took in your scent up close–followed by a full-body shudder that had his fists clenching and your dick twitch in interest. God, they have that much of a reaction to just…smelling you? What an ego boost…
“Please, allow me the honor of mating with you.” He just barely lifts his head up to see your reaction, and out of the corner of your eye you can tell the rest of the drones are equally as interested–their cocks starting to peek out of slits in their chitin while guards keep a watch, making sure they don’t get too rowdy in their excitement.
“...Alright.” Your voice comes out more hesitant than you would have liked, but you correct it before your attendants can worry, “Ok. I want you to…mate with me.”
Half of you expects him just to pounce as soon as the words leave your mouth, something rushed and aggressive, but you should’ve known better–should’ve anticipated the way he crawls over to your makeshift nest while his wings twitch until he’s close enough to nuzzle your calves.
You can see his own cock–practically clear, looking half like an inflated balloon, with claspers on either side and a large bulb sitting as his tip–more clearly now that he isn’t practically molded to the floor, The drone’s movements are slow, spreading his mandibles so he can freely kiss up your legs to the soft skin of your inner thighs, and god you just want to pull him closer–make him get to it already, make him-
You didn’t even realize your hands were in his hair until he shuddered, clenching the blankets and dipping his head. This is a good opportunity to…
“I apologize my lord, I’m sorr-” He’s really only a couple inches away, so despite how fucking big he is, it doesn’t take much real effort to tilt his face up against your cunt where your dick is throbbing for attention.
Maybe your couriers slipped you something to make this easier, maybe it really does just turn you on this much seeing someone reverently kneeling before you, but when your hornet pulls his head up a bit to look at you, strands of slick come with him.
Fuck.
He looks confused for half a second, but it’s quickly overshadowed when he takes another breath, mouth dropping open far enough to see the adductor muscle peeking out of the corner of his cheek, and shoves his face back down with a guttural moan.
There’s absolutely no skill or tact, the attendants next to you buzzing uncomfortably at the sudden ferver, but the sheer size of his mouth means that each desperate lick and suck easily drags over every inch you need it to.
And god he’s almost pulsing, everything in him clearly trying not to thrust his hips against the ground, to focus on lapping at your dripping cunt like a man starved.
Your dick throbs against your partner’s lips, drawing a moan from both of you. He takes the way your legs relax as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside, stretching your walls for his cock whether or not he realizes that's what he’s doing.
Probably not. You don’t know much about queen hornet anatomy, but you doubt they need to be stretched like you do, size difference and all.
“Please my Lord- I don’t want to waste my seed- allow me, please...” He doesn't even bother with pulling away far enough to be fully coherent, rumbling and nipping at your thighs with his pincers, leaving marks that could pass as hickeys to anyone else.
And with the eager buzzing from all around you, how could you say no? Not that you would anyway, which is…mildly embarrassing.
“Yeah- hah -yeah, please. I wanna,” the sentence is broken up by attempts at getting air into your lungs “I want you inside.” His slow pull away from your cock, the wet pop of his tongue sliding out of your cunt, is teasing in the worst way possible. You have half a mind to command him back down-
The view makes you stop. Aren't wasps cold blooded? How can he flush like that? Are the first things that come to mind. Or, more accurately, the only things that come to mind, as the sight of slick and spit webbing, soaking his face and dripping down his neck causes you to draw a blank.
He sits back on his knees for a moment, heaving gulps of air, digging his nails between the armored segments of his legs while he just…stares. Takes in the view, or whatever it could be called with his eyes so glossed and clearly out of it.
One of the other drones mumbles something along the lines of ‘if he won't do it, I will’ to his companions, but the slight shuffle you do to look over at them snaps the cause of your blocked view out of his odd trance.
He's still gentle when he crawls over your body, pushing his face into your throat even as his back is forced to arch just to bring his hips closer–anything, anything to be as close as possible.
“May I-”
“I already said yes-!” Your voice lilts up when he pushes forward, the tip of his cock slipping against the slick and spit coating your cunt, knocking into your cock a couple of times before he manages to push forward-
And shit, is it even gonna fit? You saw it, you already knew it was, y'know, proportional, but fuck, actually feeling him try to push past the ring of your cunt is quickly making you question if this was a good idea.
But then he shifts, shuffles his hard thighs under your back and raises your hips up into his lap, and you feel his cock…shift? Almost like it's making itself fit.
Er…maybe not almost. You give the best attempt at looking between your bodies as you can manage with him pressed so close, and suddenly the whole balloon analogy seems fitting. He is shifting to make it fit, the seemingly inflated sides of his shaft condensing to push inside before they expand again.
It makes you want to moan and cringe in equal parts–the near painless way he pushes at your walls mixing with the weird body horror of seeing his dick act like a fucking water wiggler–but hey, you're having sex with giant bees, so…
“Jesus-” You grunt as a couple more inches slide in painstakingly slow, your drone’s attempt at letting your body adjust allowing you to feel everything. Every dip and abnormality, every press, every slip against the parts of your cunt that makes your toes curl unconsciously–it only takes a minute before he's bottomed out as far as he can go.
Soft tip(s?) unable to move any further, you can almost feel the way he leaks inside you, strands of his own obvious arousal sticking, stretching, snapping as he pulls back just as slowly until just the head stays spreading you open.
“Oh, god…” A deeper sound escapes his throat, mandibles clicking in a way you don't totally understand yet while he takes in the sight of slick–your slick, his Lord, his King, blessing him–drenching, dripping down his shaft, collecting where his balls would be before plopping to the floor.
“Can't believe I'm really…oh my Lord, I've waited so long for this, so long–I’ll fill you, I promise- I’ll-” Is something…wrong? Is what you were going to ask- had the air not been suddenly knocked from your lungs in a startled moan, his hips audibly slapping against your soft things hard enough to make them jiggle under the force.
It might have been easy to forget just how strong these things are–only holding back for the sake of your ‘frail, human body’ as you'd once been described. You suppose any human would be frail to them.
“Control yourself!” One of your attendants barks, attempting to separate the drone's upper body from yours even while he latches his arms around your head, the only sign that he heard her at all being how his thrusts smooth themselves out, keeping just enough of his throbbing shaft outside your body that he doesn't barrel directly into your cervix.
It might be the best sex you've ever had.
Your girls get more anxious the more fucked out you look, bearing their stingers at the man above you in a threat while you attempt to wave them off. Not exactly the easiest thing, what with your whole body caged in and the desire to move in the next couple days quickly draining out of you.
“‘s fi-ine.” Very convincing.
“But he's-! He's being too rough!”
“Don't argue!” A second attendant hisses quietly at the first. “The King knows what he can handle- don't insinuate his weakness!”
Despite her words, she doesn't completely put her stinger away, only moving back enough to glare disapprovingly at the drone. The way they talk about him like he's not there would've been funny in any other context–the obvious difference in hierarchy not even attempted to be masked–but with your brain currently melting out of your cunt, it's a little hard to think at all.
Your partner barely even seems to notice–too caught up in breeding your hole just as good as he promised to spare any attention at someone other than his beloved King. He's huffing against your neck, interspersed with desperate moans that you swear you can feel vibrate down his mandibles.
The gentleness is almost completely gone–still considerate, still conscious of his size, of giving you pleasure, but not…willful. Whatever instinct is filling him now can't be pulled away from the slickness of your hole long enough to so much as properly breathe.
Which is why when a hand smoothly caresses up your thigh, dipping between your legs and rubbing at your aching cock in practiced strokes, you're a little confused.
“Does that feel alright, my King?” A smooth, much more feminine voice than you expected to hear breathes right next to your head, making you whip towards the cause on instinct.
“Can you feel him? Can you tell how close you are to repopulating us?” The sharp features of yet another aide are suddenly only a matter of inches away from you, smiling as she works you towards your orgasm.
Your drone lifts his head up in a hurry at that, finally speaking up outside of dog-like panting. “Yes, I'll give you su-ch strong young, let me show you, I'll show you, I'll show you.” The desperation in his voice and the erratic pace makes you clench, gushing around his cock in a way that would be embarrassing if you could gather the thoughts.
You hadn't even spoken properly in the past 5– 10? –minutes, but you clearly don't need to. The tightening around his cock was plenty for your drone to buck uncontrollably into your poor cunt, thrusts stuttering as he tries with the last strands of willpower to make you cum before him.
Luckily your attendant understands, speeding up the flicks of her wrist until your body finally, finally relents to the pleasure–stomach tightening and cunt fluttering around your partner's cock.
You aren't sure if you've ever cum that hard before–with your legs shaking and your brain foggy and hips jerking with the aftershocks like your body wants to prolong it just a little more–and only a moment later are you being pumped full, your lover's cock distending before contracting again, just like it had done earlier to fit inside you.
The deep, guttural, desperate sound he makes could've had you cumming again, clenching a second time and milking his already overstimulated cock. Between already being close just from eating you out and the near-vicious pace he'd held, it's a miracle he lasted as long as he did–holding on just to give you the pleasure his King deserves.
At least, that's what he thinks while he flops his head onto your shoulder again, mandibles softly nipping the skin and nuzzling affectionately.
When you look over his massive expanse of a back, the other drones are buzzing–you snort a laugh at your own pun–with anticipation, stroking their own cocks while they wait. A couple tease themselves, the others treat their bodies roughly, squeezing at the sides until the clear sacs bulge part either side.
You didn't think twice about taking in a poor lonely soul stranded on the side of the road. You couldn't tell precisely what kind of hybrid he was, just that he was an insectoid with a yellow and black pattern on his lower abdomen. Why would you think twice about helping someone in need?
Nursing him back to health wasn't difficult, he even went out of his way to repay you for doing so. You came home to a clean apartment, dinner warm and ready, and a surprisingly chatty roommate who followed you around like a puppy sometimes. Though there was always something he forgot to say, or was just too nervous to speak up about.
Even as you found yourself rescuing another pair of bee hybrids as well as a pair of wasp hybrids, none of them complained too much...
They didn't like sharing the majority of the apartment but also didn't want to risk being exiled again. And so they worked on making their honey, a vague attempt to coerce you into being their queen and a means of providing income. More reasons to talk to you about possibly quitting the job that stressed you out so much. You could just let them take care of everything.
You clearly weren't as in love with the idea as they were but after one of the worst weeks ever, you had far fewer reservations about their plans. Besides moving out to the countryside would be peaceful, far more peaceful than this bustling city.
And it wasn't like you were wholly opposed to becoming a hive's queen... as bizarre a hive as these five hybrids made.
