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.
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.
I’m really into @bunnis-monsters Bee Hybrid universe. While reading, I always wondered how they managed to lure the Queen into their hive in the first place, considering they are human and all. This is inspired by that.
You had been perusing the stalls at the farmers market when you, distracted by a couple with a cute dog, ran him over. The tumble wasn’t too bad, as you had landed on something soft and fluffy; Only, that soft and fluffy thing happened to be a person.
You started cursing and apologizing profusely when you noticed he wasn’t entirely human. A plush soft face, huge adorable eyes, and two fuzzy antennas popping out of a bunch of curly hair alerted to you that he was a bug hybrid of some kind. His features were delicate, as was his thin frame. Tufts of blonde and black spilled out of the collar of his shirt, and you could see a pair of beautiful round wings behind him, sparkling in the sunlight.
You’d repeat your apology at him, as you realized you had been staring for too long. His expression, at first shocked, morphed into a big, exquisite smile. He looked positively glowing, and shook with excitement as he stared at you. He reassured you he was alright and gave you a reassuring pat on the back, hands soft.
You couldn’t help but note that he smelled amazingly sweet. It was an addictive sort of smell, and you had to force yourself to focus back on those incredibly big eyes. It seemed he had asked you a question, your name and what you were up to. His voice had a vibrating texture to it, but the tone was innocent enough so you were at ease. You mentioned that you had been shopping for groceries, and the two of you kept the conversation going. You suggested a stroll around the market as you did so.
You normally had a hard time talking with strangers but there was something about him that put you at ease. He was a cheerful conversationalist, revealing that he was a bee hybrid. It wasn’t often that bee hybrids came out to this area, and he had been traveling a while, going out to get special supplies for his hive.
He asked you questions about yourself too, most of which you answered honestly. You normally weren’t so open with strangers, but this man(bee?) was so gentle and puppylike, you didn’t feel on alert at all. The whole time you talked, he listened so intensely, his limbs vibrating with excitement as he gave you a huge dazzling smile. You couldn’t help but feel affection flood your heart every time he tilted his head at you. At some point, when you couldn’t remember, he had softly grabbed hold of your arm, face leaning close as you both batted questions back and forth. You kept going until people started packing up their stalls.
When he noticed, he stuck out his bottom lip, and clung even closer to you. It seemed he had become attached, as he asked if he could see you again. You agreed to meet up with him again the next morning, and his drooping antennas bounced back up, his wings buzzing excitedly. He flew off, his whole body alight with glee, awaiting tomorrow.
You smiled, a warmth blooming in your stomach as you thought of how cute he had been. You tried not to linger on the feeling of his breath on your face from earlier. It seemed that bee hybrids had a different idea about what personal space was, but he was harmless. What hurt could happen from seeing him again? He’d batted his eyes at you so innocently after all.
You went home that night, not realizing it was one of the last nights you would spend alone in a long time.
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You found your new friend again, next to the stall selling apples. This time, however, it looked like he brought some friends, as two other bee hybrids accompanied him. The wind whipped past you and all three of them turned, seeming to notice your presence.
Elias, the bee you had met with yesterday, gave you a running hug. You laughed as he did so, charmed by his exuberance at seeing you. A rumbling purr seemed to be filling his chest, and you met his huge adoring eyes with your own smile. Without pulling away from you, he introduced his two friends, fellow drones who had wished to meet you upon hearing him abuzz about you all night. Much like Elias, they also had thin, delicate features, and moved with a certain inhuman grace. You smiled at them, and introduced yourself shyly.
The other bee-men were also extremely friendly, leading you through the market by the hand as they told you about their jobs in the hive. You learned what a normal day looked like for them and you marveled at their stories. One of the drones, slightly taller than the rest, but just as gorgeous, talked of once when he had been forced to defend the hive from a wasp invasion. Apparently their hive had been enemies with the wasps for some time. You were learning so much about these three, beautiful and interesting creatures that it took a minute to notice that your casual stroll through the market had brought you to the neighboring forest.
You suddenly became aware that you were alone with three bee-men, in a place where no one could hear you scream.
They must have seen the fear on your face because their own eyes grew full of concern and panic. Elias was the first to sooth you, running his soft hands up and down your arm, asking what was wrong. Another was at your shoulder drawing calming circles and humming a soothing tune as Elias babbled at your rising panic. The other drone was in front of you, glancing around to see if there was anything that caught your attention, putting you in this state.
You suddenly felt very silly. These bee-man had been nothing but friendly and doting of you. There was no way you were in danger, right? You looked once again, at their round worried faces and took a deep, grounding breath. You explained that you had just been a bit anxious being out of the sun, and perhaps you could all go back to the market and talk?
If Elias had had eyebrows they would have furrowed. The other drones looked like puppies who'd just been kicked. Had they said something wrong? Had it been them who made you nervous? There was a slew of apologies. The drone with black curly hair looked so pained that he hovered meekly, wings fluttering in an agitated rhythm.
You tried your best to cheer them up but they couldn’t be consoled. Thinking quickly, you told them you were curious what their honey tasted like, would they bring you some?
Suddenly, all three of the drones stilled, faces frozen. Quickly, the silence turned into loud excited buzzing from all three of them. There was jumping, elation, even triumph on some of their faces.
“Of course, you can have some of our honey!” Squealed Elias. “Let us take you to it!”
You were then hastily grabbed by the waist and princess-carried up into the air with a burst. You screeched at the suddenness but the harsh air rushing towards you squashed all noise in your throat.
You hadn’t realized such thin lithe bodies could hold all of your weight, let alone fly you through the air at such a speed. You tried to protest and pull on Elias’ shirt to get his attention but he only smiled dumbly at you, nuzzling your neck as you shot through the air. You couldn’t quite hear his purring over the rushing wind, but you felt his pur vibrate through the skin of your neck.
When you landed, it was at a place in the middle of the forest. A large structure, probably the hive lay out, unseeingly large and wide before then. Just as Eliases feet touched the ground, your body was suddenly taken out of Elias’ arms by the two other drones. Your arms were enveloped by their grasp and their big eyes stared at you, filled with adoration and expectation.
They rushed you towards what must have been the opening of the hive, guarded by quite a few other drones. They were MUCH taller than Elias and his company, more burly and muscled. When you met their eyes, the guards hovered and buzzed with excitement. A few even twirled around in circles, bumping into the walls. You thought it strange for guards to be excited about a stranger, but you didn’t have time as the bee-men you'd befriended pushed you past quickly. The smallest drone, the one on your right, went on in a singsong tone about the quality of their honey. “You’ll just love it! We work so hard, you know. We promise you won't be disappointed!”
The architecture of the hive was strange. There were large twisting tunnels, but the roof itself seemed to glow softly, as if the sun itself had blanketed the ceiling in soft light.
You tried to slow down your companions, explaining that they must have misunderstood you, you hadn’t meant to go anywhere, but they didn’t listen, just chirp excitedly as they dragged you through the halls. Even still, their grip was so soft on your arms, you knew you could break free if you truly wished. They must be just so over excited to show you their home and their honey. It was their life’s work, so it only made sense, right?
It seemed you had finally reached the destination you desired. It was a bright room with a large couch-like structure, adorned in blankets and pillows. They buzzed with glee and sat you down there. Elias pulled aside a passing bee hybrid, asking for some of their best honey. They met my eyes and buzzed gleefully, before bumbling off.
You tried your best to remind yourself to be upset. You had basically been kidnapped! But every being you met seemed so adorable and pleased to see you, you just couldn’t help being mad. There must not be any danger here right? After all, bees were very soft and friendly creatures. It wasn’t like you’d been lured into the lair of a wolf hybrid or some predator right? You were safe right?
“Oh no, please don’t be scared, we’ll protect you!” whined Haven, the smaller of the drones. He leaned forward and nuzzled your cheek, tracing soothing circles on your arm. The other drone grasped your hand and brought it to his lips. “Please don’t be upset. We will take good care of you. The best care.” He also leaned forward and started to kiss your other cheek a few times, one reaching the corner of your eyes. It seems they had started to water.
Elias flew from the door over to your legs. He slowly laid his head on your lap and rubbed the skin he could reach in comfort. You realized your chest was shaking. You were starting to get a bit overwhelmed. Each of the drones started to purr, shushing you and calming you in any way they could. They caressed your hair, they stroked your fingers, they readjusted you on the couch so they could get a better hold of you. Haven sat behind you and messaged your shoulders, while Elias took off your shoes and started on your feet. The other drone was using his own, long and delicate thumbs? Probelike hand-limbs to massage your palms. You slowly started to relax a bit.
They were so attentive and thorough, it was almost like they could feel where you were tense. “How are you able to do that? It's like youre reading my mind or something.”
There was a laugh from them. “Not your mind silly, your pheromones”, Haven's matter of fact tone chilled you.
“Ph-Pheromones? Like, you can smell my emotions?”
There was a satisfied chirp from Elias. You almost groaned in pleasure as he messaged a particularly tight spot down your heel. “Our new Queen is so smart. Yes, the whole hive can smell when you're in distress or sad. Or happy. We will always make sure to make you happy.” The three of them made a trilling sound together. It must have been their way of agreement.
Your face flushed, and a heat spread through you. Queen? You should have been horrified, but a part of you grew excited. You lower part of you. A stupid, lower part of you.
“I-I can’t be queen! I’m not a Bee Hybrid like you! I’m Human!”
“A perfect human. You smell just like a perfect Queen! You will take our eggs so well.” The drone with dark hair moved forward, humming excitedly. He started to drag his long, textured tongue up your neck. You shivered and had to stifle a moan.
“We’ve been without a Queen for too long! You're just perfect! You act and smell so sweet, you'll make an excellent mother! Don’t be nervous, okay?” Haven’s grip on your shoulder loosened as he started to nibble your ear. Your lashes fluttered and your breath quickened, coming out in labored gulps.
“We will all take care of you so well, you won’t ever wish for a thing. So just relax alright?” Purred Elias as he got up from the floor. His black fingers traced the waistband of your leggings. Your mind was so fuzzy from all the sensation you couldn’t do anything but swallow.
All three of your friendly bee-man keened with glee as you relaxed under them. They were going to make sure their Queen was utterly spoiled.
After all, that was their job, and joy.
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Part Two
I hoped you liked it. Bunnis-Monsters described the first batch of bee hybrid suitors as feminine in order to ease the Queen into her *ahem* role. At first I was imagining these siren like creatures, softly seducing their Queen, but... they are bees. They are incredibly bumbling and cute. I hc that these first bees are the more verbally talented of the bunch, best to seduce their Queen into staying with them. Should I finish this with a part two for smut? Anyways, thanks for reading!
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.
