The promised work, in which we meet two characters we hope to see more of in the future. Featuring sugar sweet bimbo bees, milky holstaurs, and a truly unfortunate femboy. Special shout out to Gigglingoblin who writes the best holstaurs around, and as ever for more of my work check me out on Amazon and twitter.
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“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Again!” Jax groaned, but nonetheless shimmied out of his leather pants, leaving him all but naked. He sighed, straightening. Slim but strong, the young man carefully folded his pants and had them join the rest of his piled attire. Only a pair of shorts still protected his modesty.
“Now remember,” Gisele said as he worked. “You can’t go inside a beembo hive clothed.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“You sure?” his partner asked, cocking a brow. Sitting on a log, the impossibly busty woman watched him with undisguised interest as more of his tanned flesh came into view. He tried to ignore it, with mixed results. Long brown hair spilled from beneath Gisele’s broad brown hat, a pair of stubby cow horns pushing out of special holes in the brim. The holstaur sat at ease, her breasts barely contained by the laces of a vest. A cow girl in every sense of the word.
“Of course!” Jax said. “I’ve done this sort of thing before.”
“That you have,” she said, her warm brown eyes twinkling in mirth that made him blush. “But you are insisting on going in alone. And you know how I worry about you.”
“I’ll be fine! I always am.”
“Mmm, true. But we could still use my plan…”
“No. Absolutely not! I am not going through that again!”
Gisele sighed dramatically. “Oh, alright. Not like the result won’t be the same.” She reached into a pocket, a silver chain flashing as she swung out a pocket watch. She tipped forward her broad brimmed hat, shading her eyes as she checked the time. “Now. Just remember to be back in time for dinner.”
“Stop mothering me.”
“I just can’t help it. After all, you’re my pretty boy,” Gisele giggled, reaching out and mussing his hair.
He swatted away her hand, burning with annoyance and embarrassment. He glared at Gisele as the shapely woman rose and made her way back through the woods and to a safer distance. He hadn’t even wanted to take this job! But, he sighed, there was not point complaining now.
With as much dignity as he could muster, being near naked in the middle of the forest, he set his jaw and turned to look again through the thick canopy of the Wire Woods. The tangle of a forest grew riot. Tainted by the demons who had invaded the world, playing host to a variety of the creatures spawned from those dark days, few with any sanity braved the dense woods. Your life would be the least of the things you could lose in there.
But there were rewards for those who dared. And Jax’s goal rose in the distance.
Despite the thickness of the brush, it couldn’t mask the immensity of the hive. It swelled, growing into a cliff like some golden palace. Countless windows and doorways served it, opening out into the air.
Normally, Jax would be wary about getting undressed anywhere in the Wire Woods, but around him the forest was silent. Everyone knew better than to live near a beembo hive. Stay near one too long, and you started to listen to the hum. A sound that seemed to say it might not be so bad to go inside. It might not be so wrong to eat the honey. To drink it. To guzzle it. To just stay and never leave.
“Cannot believe this,” Jax grumbled, bending down and picking up the metal censer. Built like a ball pocketed with holes, it was filled with Lightweed, the only thing known to dilute the scent of beembo honey. It would have been easy, really, to get regular beembo honey. Unlike many of the demon spawn that lurked across the world, beembos didn’t need to seek out souls. People came to them, always to get their hands on that precious mead. Sometimes it was traded, sometimes stolen.
But the one thing the beembos never marketed was the royal honey.
A queen ruled her hive, many among her drones and thralls those who’d once invaded her kingdom seeking her golden treasures. Royal jelly was the rarest of honey. Normal beembo honey in its raw form was merely addicting, enthralling the poor fools who drank its sweetness. But royal jelly was more. Corruptive. Compelling. Transforming its victims into new thralls for the hive and their queen.
But, if properly used, royal jelly also made the finest mead in all the Lost Lands. A prize worth pursuing. The Duke of Gander thought so, at least. Worth it enough to hire both Jax and Gisele to get it.
As Jax approached he noted the hive’s base stood unguarded. Little surprise. It had no need to be defended. Anyone was invited in.
Getting out was the trick.
Jax sighed as he ducked through one of the openings honeycombing the hive. It was dim within. Faint golden light spilled from hexagonal patterns in the walls. It was strange to walk through it. As if travelling through a cave of molten gold.
The sweet scent was the first to hit him. It lingered in the passage. A sugary sweetness of thick honey and something nameless. It was well known that beembos used the pollen of certain species of alraune for their honey. A fact which made it all the more valuable, and appealing. Jax hastily put a flame to the lightweed in the censer. Instantly, thick grey smoke began to seep from the holes. He lifted the burner a little higher, taking a deep breath, his head clearing.
“Much better,” he murmured.
With incense burner in hand he moved forward again. Thanks to the smoke he didn’t have to worry quite as much about the pheromones which filled the air. But he wasn’t completely safe. He still felt stuffy, his thoughts growing warm and sluggish. He was panting soon. The heat within the hive was oppressive. If he hadn’t stripped down, he’d be boiling alive right now. His head spinning, intoxicated by the sweet scents which wafted from all over the hive. But he came prepared. Well, as prepared as could be.
“Fucking hell,” Jax grumbled as he pushed through. “Can’t believe this. Why me? Just absolutely absurd.”
Not for the first time, he wondered why he bothered working with Gisele. The holstaur was unusual for her kind, being rather more mercenary than most. Usually holstaurs just sought out a nice, malleable pet they could turn into their milk slaves and got themselves a warm home to stay. Sad to say, Jax had found himself more than once on the receiving end of such affections. To his frustration, Gisele frequently pulled him out of it.
“Not this time,” Jax promised himself, creeping down a winding passage. “This time I’ve got it down pat…”
So he said, but the hive was larger than he expected. The place was positively palatial, with endless corridors and cavernous rooms. All of it coloured by that dim golden glow.
“Ah!”
Jax paused, a chorus of giggles reaching his ears. His eyes inevitably moved towards a doorway adjoining the passage. He bit his lip, but curiosity got the best of him, and he crept forward. Peeked around the corner.
A room lay beyond. Within were two impossibly curvy beembos, their soft bottoms and heavy breasts counterpoints of thin waists in a perfect hourglass. Stubby wings grew from their backs, their hair a rich, bouncing blonde, their bodies just starting to grow the black and yellow fluff of beembo stripes.
The pair were gathered around a man on a bed formed from the honeyed wall. Softly cooing, the beembos were stroking, teasing, touching him, smothering him in puffing beembo fuzz and softest breasts. His cheeks were flushed a brilliant red, his eyes dim, already beginning to show the spiral golden black of beembo thralls. His cock jutted from between his legs, the two beembos stroking it with delicate fingers, keeping him trapped between bouncy, perfect tits.
“Oh he likes it, Petal,” one beembo giggled to the other.
“Of course, Deema. He likes it so much! He just loves getting his itty-bitty cock all played with, don’t you?” she giggled, tickling the young man’s chin.
The man groaned, weakly humping the air. “Please… oh please… please…”
“Hmm? Please what?” Deema crooned with sugary sweetness. “You’ll have to speak up. We’re such silly beembo sluts! We just can’t know what you need unless you tell us.”
“Oh too true Deema!” Petal chimed, her soft tits bouncing as she wriggled in place. “We’re so silly and dumb we just need to be told what you need!”
The man was visibly struggling to speak. To find the words that would offer relief. But whenever his mouth opened, whenever he seemed to grow near the answer the beembos suddenly kissed him with golden lips, silencing him, blasting his reason to dust and making him moan in pent up need. “Need… ah… n-need…”
“Such a sweetie,” the beembos giggled, their stubby wings thrumming, stirring the hot air of the hive. “Such a poor, silly sweetie. It’s a good thing he has us, isn’t it Petal?”
“Oh you’re so right, Deema. What would this poor boy do if he didn’t have a couple sweet, slutty beembos around to take care of all his needs? Poor thing just needs to be spoiled. To be so honey sweet for us, doesn’t he?” Petal cooed, pecking his cheeks with the softest kiss.
“Nnnn!” the man whined, his hips bucking desperately, his cock twitching with need.
“What was that? You want us to slow down?”
“Nn!”
“Yes? You do?” Petal giggled. “But you’re so close, sweetie. You’re so close to cumming. Are you sure?”
“Nnnn!” the man whimpered, practically sobbing with his desperate need to cum.
The beembos giggled. “Okay!”
Their hands slowed their torturous strokes, still moving, but only their fingertips touching him. Sliding up and down his throbbing, pulsing cock. “Nnnooooo!” the man cried out weakly, his lower lip trembling.
“Oh Petal, he didn’t like that.”
“Oh Deema! You’re right. Why didn’t you say so, pretty slave?” Petal cried.
“T-tried… to…”
“Oh you poor thing. Well, let’s move a bit faster. Shall we?”
Deema and Petal giggled, their hands moving faster again. The man was soon panting once more, his cock twitching under their delicate touch, but again toyed with just to the brink. Just to the edge of orgasm. The edge of blessed relief. So close. So close!
“Wanna cum?” Petal cooed sweetly. “Wanna spurt your little cock for your beembo mistress’s? Want us to finish you off? Hm?”
“Mmm!” the man gasped, nodding frantically, babbling, language beyond him. His cock so terribly sensitive. His balls aching with need. “Mmhmm!”
The beembo’s squealed in delight and smothered him beneath their bountiful pale tits. “Oh you’re such a cutie! Then cum pretty boy. Cum all those thoughts away. Cum,” they chanted, every whisper accented with another stroke of his throbbing cock. “Cum. Cum. Cum! Cum! Cum!”
“Nnnnaaaaa!” the man squealed, his cock swelling. He came, his seed spurting so high it nearly touched the ceiling with the force of his orgasm. He quivered beneath the beembo’s, his body tight with the sweet tension of his orgasm. His cock twitching as every last drop of cum was worked from his balls. Then, with a gasp, he collapsed, chest heaving.
“Oh such a good boy!” Petal squealed.
“Oh isn’t he? He got it so high! We’re so proud of you.”
“So proud!”
“I think he deserves a reward, Petal.”
“Oh yes! But what does such a silly boy like him want?”
The pair met each other’s eyes. A smile worked across their lips. “Oh yes,” Petal cooed, reaching down, picking up a pitcher. “He deserves… honey!”
The beembos giggled as they tipped the pitcher. Golden mead drooled from the spout, spilling down the young man’s throat. He moaned, drinking eagerly, gasping as he mindlessly guzzled the sweet honey.
And before Jax’s eyes, he began to change.
The young man’s cock shrank a little more even as it stiffened once again. His hips seemed to swell out a little, his ass grow. His chest rose just a hint, burgeoning breasts making themselves known. His features softened, his eyes growing deeper with spirals.
Petal and Deema watched in delight, then suddenly pulled back the mead. “Good boy!” they chimed. Petal beamed. “Oh he’s just going to make the best new beembo slut!”
“Oh you’re right, Petal! But we have to make sure he wants it,” Deema giggled, her fingers again touching his tiny cock, stroking him again. “He needs to want to lose his silly little cock and become just the bestest, silliest beembo slut there ever was!”
Giggling, the pair smothered their prisoner with soft curves and endless kisses. Hands toying with his tiny cock, stroking burgeoning breasts, licking swelling nipples.
Jax pulled back from the door, horror turning his stomach. Arousal hardening his cock. Gods. That could be his fate. Captured by the hive. Endlessly touched. Smothered. Kissed. His brain melted with pleasure. His body pinned as he was drowned in corruptive honey. Kept, always drunken, always on the edge of orgasm but never allowed to cum. Simply human pets for the hive. Playthings forever teased and never allowed the relief of orgasm.
A terrible fate.
Right?
Jax realized he was breathing deeply. Sweat shone across his body. His head was spinning with the potency of the honey scent and the humming of the hive. Hastily he brought up the censer and breathed in a great lungful of the smoke. At once he felt his head clear, his body cooling just a little. But his cock remained stubbornly hard, tenting his dark shorts incessantly.
“Damn it,” he muttered, turning away from the door. He wanted to help, but knew he couldn’t do a thing. When the spirals began to appear in the eyes, it was far too late. The poor man would be tickled and teased and milked of his cum until he was transformed into a new beembo thrall. Just another stupid drone in the service of the queen.
He hurried on, fast as he dared. He passed more rooms and more beembos. They had little time to concern themselves with security. Most were busy in the hands of their sisters. Stroking each other. Moaning. Whimpering. Their wings humming. Their laughter catching as tongue or touch found buzzing clits. As kisses sweet were rained down. As honey smoothest was milked from soft breast.
A few times Jax was forced to duck into a corner as some beembos walked down the passage. They never noticed him. They didn’t bother to look. Even if they did find him, Jax wasn’t afraid of being attacked. It wasn’t the beembo style. They liked to get their prey all warm. All hot and bothered and silly and drunk on honey. Theirs was a soft seduction. A cooing enthrallment of the will, twisting one around their fingers until they gave in.
He was deep within the hive now. The light filtering through was weaker. Dusky. The walls were smoother, the honey molten like he walked through corridors made of melting wax. He passed vast galleries where beembo thralls lounged in torpid warmth. Where new slaves licked and served, not quite fully corrupted, but so close. So near. Denied until they couldn’t bear anymore. Only then would they be brought to the queen, the transformation completed.
He knew he was close when a particular sound reached him. A gentle humming that seemed to thrum through him and to his very core. A sound like those Petal and Deema had made with their stubby wings. But stronger. Deeper. More intense.
The song of a queen.
He bit his lip, his heart beating fast with excitement. This was it. If he did this, he’d show Gisele he wasn’t just some silly bimbo boy. “Gotcha,” he murmured, turning and following the humming. Get in. Get out. That was the plan.
The thrumming sound increased. And with it, the sweet scent. He could smell it now even through the smoke of the incense. It tingled into his nose. Made his head feel stuffy and thick. He shook himself, taking another whiff of the incense smoke, though couldn’t help but notice there was less of that than before. Damn. He’d been in here too long. He had to hurry up.
The hive’s maze of passages began to widen. A soft whimper reached his ears. Before a large doorway he stopped and stepped through.
He was in an upper gallery of a golden chamber big as a cathedral, light filtering through the honeycomb which formed the walls like stained glass. Hues moving to the humming song which echoed all around them, luxuriating in corruption. Here and there down the walls oozed liquid into thick pools in the floor.
And in one of those pools was a woman of compelling beauty.
Tufts of light yellow and black fuzz framed her neck and her wrists. Her skin was the deep brown of chocolate, coated in the oozing gold she lounged in. Lidded eyes heavy and somnolent looked down as she lifted a flawless leg, dripping with honey. Her breasts swelled from her chest, nipples pierced with golden rings. Her waist was thin and flowing into a pair of generous hips and an ass both soft and shapely. From her soft blonde hair rose a golden crown; from her back two diaphanous wings buzzed.
A human woman sat astride the beembo, her pale skin shining with honey, her eyes foggy and drunk with lust, already developing the telltale spirals of a honey slave. Slimmer, with modest breasts and thin hips, the woman moaned as she suckled at the beembo’s soft breasts, honey oozing into her mouth.
“Mmmm. Good girl,” the beembo queen sighed, lazily wrapping her legs around the girl’s waist, drawing her in closer. “Good girl. Just keep drinking. Just keep sucking. That’s such a good girl. Mmnnn… good girl… ahn… nnn…”
The young woman moaned in helpless pleasure as she continued to massage both the beembo’s breasts, squeezing more of the sweet honey into the pool they both lounged within. Soaking themselves in it.
Jax swallowed thickly, his body tingling at the sapphic sight. The diaphanous wings of the beembo hummed as she whirred them again, her eyes blinking lazily. “Mmm. Such a… good girl… needs a reward…”
The beembo slipped a hand between them and the young girl’s legs. The panting thrall gasped, biting her lower lip and arching as a slim, clever finger slid along her folds. “Ooooh m-mistress…”
“Good girl,” the beembo murmured sleepily, continuing to stroke her thrall, finger slickened in the honey that pooled around them, shining golden where she touched the trembling girl. “Good honeymaid. Such a good thrall. You’re… mnn… doing wonderful…”
“M-mistress,” the girl whimpered, humping that coaxing finger, her face flushed, eyes lost and heavy and hair slickened with honey. “Oh mistress. Mistress! Yes. Yes! Yesssss!”
The girl moaned in ecstasy as she came, her juices squirting into the pool. She sagged against the beembo holding her, panting and moaning softly, rubbing herself against the lounging bimbo. Helpless. Weak. The blonde hummed softly, her wings thrumming, again sending that pulse of raw pleasure through Jax. “Good girl,” the beembo cooed, stroking her thrall’s head, nestling the whimpering girl between her luscious teats. “Such a goooood giiiiirl… Mmm. And such a good boy for watching all this.”
Jax blinked. Wait. He realized suddenly that the beembo queen was looking right at him. He jolted back to himself as the monster slowly rose from the pool, honey dripping off her in gooey rivulets. She delicately stepped out, leaving the whimpering thrall behind to sink into the royal jelly, only a face visible as the new thrall dozed in the warm oblivion of true servitude.
Jax took a step back as the beembo lazily walked towards him, her generous hips swaying back and forth. Pendulous. Her glorious brown breasts bouncing. Her wings thrumming. Thrumming. And her body absolutely glistening in that sweet honey. Gods he could smell it from there. That sweet, compelling aroma of pleasure. His tongue felt thick, his head pounding, his cock straining his pants.
Hastily he brought the incense burner back to his face and took another deep breath of the smoke. Not much, though. “Shit,” he hissed when he saw how little smoke still fluttered from the burner. How long had he been watching?
“Did you like that?” the beembo hummed, her voice melding with the gentle thrum of her wings. “Did you like watching me play with my pretty thrall? Mm. It looks like it,” she said with a pointed look at his tenting shorts.
“H-hey!” Jax said. “Stay back!”
“Mmm. But you came here for something. Didn’t you? Oh,” she mused, ignoring his protest, sliding her hands over her body. “Maybe you came… for some honey…”
Jax couldn’t help but follow the movements of those hands. Watch as they stroked full, heavy breasts, slid over generous hips and down long, supple legs. He swallowed thickly as the scent of her honey wafted to him. Wrapped about him.
“I won’t come closer. Pretty boy. But… maybe… you can…”
Jax watched, enraptured by the sight of the beembo as her finger gathered up a dollop of sweet honey, lifted it to her perfect, plump golden lips, and slipped it inside. The beembo hummed in pleasure as she sucked her finger clean, her tongue peeking out of her lips. With a pop she removed her finger.
“Mmm. So good. Would you like a taste?”
She gathered up another dollop and held it out to him. Jax couldn’t look away from that golden sweetness. His mouth was dry. His tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. He took a shaking step forward.
And raised the censer.
The beembo’s eyes opened fully as a breath of smoke wafted into her face. “Wha… ooooh…” She staggered back, swaying a little in surprise. “That’s… what is…”
“Lightweed,” Jax said heavily. “And I know how much you lot like that.”
He held it closer to the beembo, and she couldn’t help but breathe in another gasp of the smoke. The humming noise of her wings slowly died. Her lashes fluttered, lowering again. “Ooooh,” she moaned drunkenly, slowly sinking to her knees. To her side. To the floor. “That… Mmmnnn…”
Jax let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. That had been close. Closer than he wanted to admit. He leaned over the panting beembo and gingerly placed the incense burner beside her head. The queen moaned softly as the smoke wreathed her face, masking her in the cloying smoke, her lashes fluttering and spiral eyes lidded.
“That’s it,” he murmured, taking a step back. “Just take a niiiiice long nap. Snooze away like that, okay?”
“Mmm,” the queen moaned softly, wriggling, her breasts swaying, the golden rings chiming softly.
Blushing hotly, Jax hastily turned away and to the honey fountain. Fetching a jar from his belt, trying to ignore the girl currently submerged in the honey, Jax kneeled beside the oozing golden sweetness. Careful not to let his hand touch it, he dipped the jar into the royal honey. Gods it was so goopy. He was already regretting leaving the incense burner by the sleepy beembo. Without it, he was treated to the undiluted scent of the royal honey. It filled his head with sluggish warmth. The heat beat off his face. So warm. So good. He forced himself to focus on the jar, filling it to the brim.
Yet, despite his best efforts, he got a little bit on his index finger. He stared at the glistening honey. Would… would a taste really be that bad?
His pulse was quickening. He licked his lips again. No. No, he really shouldn’t. He definitely shouldn’t lift that glistening digit towards his mouth. He really shouldn’t part his lips. He absolutely mustn’t put his finger in his mouth and give it a good. Long. Suck.
And oh it shouldn’t taste so good. So smooth and sweet and thick and wonderful. It shouldn’t just shoot down to his toes in delight. It shouldn’t make him feel so easy and relaxed. Make his head swim in drunken sweetness. And it really shouldn’t make him suckle his finger like a good boy. A good, silly boy who just couldn’t quite help himself.
Soft arms wrapped around his neck. “Good boy,” a voice cooed, like liquid ambrosia sliding into his ear. He stilled and slowly turned his head. Golden eyes, still lidded, looked back. Soft blonde hair tickled his cheek, and lovely golden lips were an inch from his. His eyes glanced down to where the incense burner lay, dead. Not even a whisper of smoke remaining in it.
Oh.
A finger touched his chin. Turned his head some more. Lips met his.
And he drowned.
Jax moaned weakly as a tongue as sweet as sugar slipped inside his mouth. His own tried to war against it, but it was a battle long lost. He whimpered as the thrumming of the beembo’s wings again filled his ears. Vibrated through him. Massaging away all that silly resistance. All those bad thoughts about leaving. About fighting back. About doing anything but whatever his wonderful, glorious queen asked him to. His lashes fluttered. The tenseness in him eased.
She pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting their panting mouths. She smiled into his glassy eyes. “Mmm. Good boy…”
Jax twitched, biting his lip. Oh gods. Why? Why did he want to be such a… a good boy? The beembo queen smirked lazily and reached down, picking up the jar of honey he’d gathered. “Mmm,” the beembo mused. “So much trouble for this? Silly boy. If you wanted some, all you needed to do was ask.”
Jax watched, helpless, panting, enthralled as her finger dipped into the jar, emerging simply coated in honey. She lifted her hand towards him, but when he leaned forward, drew back. “Ah ah. What did I just say? Good boys don’t take. Good boys… hmm… beg…”
His cheeks flared with some spark of his lingering pride. He… he wouldn’t… He couldn’t…
The queen’s smirk widened, her eyes growing more lidded with mirth at his blushing resistance. “Mmm. Silly boy. Do you not want it,” she asked, his eyes raptly following her honey coated finger as she moved it in lazy circles. “Does my little bimbo boy not want to take another taste of his queen’s honey? Doesn’t he want to just… mmm… suckle?”
He whimpered.
“Lick.”
He licked his lips.
“And just… drown… in my warm honey?”
Jax was shaking like an addict presented his fix. Waves of hot and cold washed through him. His cock pressed against his tight shorts so hard. He bit his lip, but no matter how he fought it, no matter how hard he tried to resist it, the words came forth.
“P-please. Can I… Can I have another taste?”
She cocked a brow. “Mmm,” she mused. “So close. Maybe… try a little more…”
His face was burning with humiliation, but he couldn’t help it. The words burst from him in a gasp. “Please! Please, mistress. Give me another taste. Your… your silly bimbo wants it so bad. Please! I wanna suckle it. I want to drink it all! Please!”
The beembo queen closed her eyes, basking in his humiliation. “Mmm. There we go. I knew my bimbo boy had it… hmn… in him. Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Her finger pushed forward and between his lips.
And oh he was in heaven.
Jax moaned as he began to suckle on her finger, whimpering in delight. Oh gods it was soooo good! How could anything be this good? This delicious? This wonderful and sweet and soothing away all his worries and tension.
The beembo queen watched intently, her smile fluttering around her soft lips. “Mmm. Good boy. So gooood… Hm. That wasn’t so hard, my silly bimbo. Was it? You’re being such a good boy. Such a good… pretty… bimbo…”
Jax glared up at her. He wanted to retort but his mouth was far too busy sucking on her finger. Licking it eagerly clean. He’d tell her off afterward. When he was finished. For the time being he simply let his lashes flutter, his mind melting like sweet honey on a warm day. His body just ease. Relax. Let all his worries go as he sucked. Sucked. Sucked.
The beembo queen smiled as she pulled her glistening brown finger from his mouth. “Wasn’t that good?” she asked him.
“It… it wasn’t th-that good,” Jax gasped.
“Oh?” the queen mused, and Jack’s eyes widened as she lifted up the jar. “Then I guess you won’t want… more?”
The wickedness in her smile warned him. But when she put the jar to his lips, tilted it, he couldn’t help but open his mouth. Couldn’t help but moan as she poured her sweet ambrosia down his throat. Couldn’t stop himself from guzzling it, drowning in the sweet intoxicating honey of the queen.
The beembo queen took away the empty jar, smiling down at his rapturous face. “Well?”
Jax’s eyes opened, glassy. Smoky. “Mistress,” he whimpered. “M-more.”
The beembo giggled in delight. “Mmm. Such a good boy,” she cooed, petting his hair.
Jax moaned. Oh yes. He was a good boy. A good, silly bimbo boy. She took his hand, and he didn’t resist as she pulled him after her. She stepped into the honey pool, and he couldn’t conceive not following her. Not sinking into that wonderful warm honey. Resting against the rim of the pool. Looking up happily as the mocha breasts of his queen filled his view as she straddled him. He merely whimpered as she grasped his shorts, tugging them free, releasing his hard cock from their confines.
“Hmn? What’s this? Did my pretty bimbo boy bring me a present?” she smirked, wrapping her fingers around his cock.
“Y-yes!” Jax gasped as she began to stroke him, her fingers slickened by the honey. “Yes! M-mistress is so good! Bimbo is such a g-good boy. A good boy!”
“Oh I know,” the queen hummed, her wings continuing to thrum. “He’s going to be such a good boy for me. A lovely little bimbo for his beembo queen. He’s going to just melt in my honey. Just be a good little slut. Mmm.” She straddled his waist, lowering herself, gasping as his hard, throbbing cock filled her pussy.
Jax moaned as his shaft was enveloped in the silky warmth of his mistress. She began to bounce on his lap, fucking herself atop him. “Ohhhh yessss!” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his head, pulling his face into her mocha breasts, burying him in the soft fuzz that coated her. “Yesssss! Good b-boy. Good slut! Ohhhh yessss! Cum my little bimbo. Cum in your queen!”
“Ah. Ahn! Nnnnn!” Jax squealed as he thrust into her, cumming, pumping his seed into her.
“Yesssss! Fill me! Fill me with your seed! Oh good boy. Oh what a good bimbo boy!”
“Ahn. Ah! Nnnn!”
He was cumming. Cumming. Cumming his mind away. Cumming away his will. He was panting. Hot. Burning. Burning away all that he was. All that useless pride and bad things. He was just slut. Just the bimbo slave of his pretty queen. Just melting away in the honeyed trap of her arms. Her body. Her velvety pussy and jangling teats.
“Nnnnn!”
His head was guided to a heaving breast. Golden rings flashed in the hazy light bleeding into the hive. His lips opened and caught a dusky nipple, and he sucked again.
“Ooooohhhh!” his queen moaned as honey burst from her teat and into his hungry mouth. She clutched him to her heaving teat as she continued to bounce atop his cock, burying him beneath her plush curves. Coating him in sloshing honey. “Ohhh yessss! Mnnn! That’s it. Good… ah… b-boy! Good slut! Oh yes. My pretty… ah… bimbo. That’s it. Suck me. Mmm. Suck my sweet honey. Oh my good boy. My sweet slave. My… ah… sweet suckling slut!”
Jax’s lashes fluttered. His eyes grew foggy. A shudder seemed to course through him. “Yes, mommy,” he moaned.
“Mnnnm,” the beembo queen moaned as his suckling grew hungrier. His hands cupped her breast, massaging it. Kneading the firm, ripe flesh. “Oh g-gods below! Oh my. Ah… nnn… That’s… that’s a good boy. That’s a sweet… sweet thrall.”
“Mmmm. Mommy,” he moaned. “Need to… to drink. Gotta…”
“Oh yes. Drink. Drink all my honey, my good bimbo boy. Just like that… Ah… Oh gods.” The beembo queen panted, moaning, her chocolate hued flesh darkening further with her flush. She’d never been milked so hungrily. So eagerly. With such skill. Jax’s fingers massaged her breasts with tender worship. His tongue slid around her puffy nipple, gliding around her nubby flesh, teasing the golden rings until they chimed.
“Yes. Yes! Ah! Good boy. Good… nnnnn!” The beembo queen moaned aloud, shuddering as she came, squeezing his cock inside her hungry cunt. Jax cried out, thrusting again into her, cumming again into her hot depths.
Oh it felt so good. So goooood. The beembo queen eased back off of him, gathering him in her arms. She relaxed in the warm honey, stirring it with her humming wings, holding him tight to her breast as he continued to pump into her. Her slim, soft, horny bimbo boy. So eager. So happy to please. She stroked his hair, her breathing coming in gasps, her legs lazily kicking the honey as she squirmed with pleasure. Her breasts had always been sensitive. But something about this… something about this was so good. So wonderful.
“G-good bimbo. Good slave. Suckle mommy. Kiss my big, pretty titty. Oh gods yes. Mnnn. You’re doing… ah… so well. Your queen is very… ha… happy. Oh yes. Yes! Mnnnn!”
She came again, tightening her arms around him, crying out with heedless pleasure. She pulled him against her waspish curves. Burying him in the softness of her bouncing breasts, pleasure pulsing through her. She felt so good. So lazy. So wonderfully warm and sated.
And… and sleepy.
She moaned softly, sinking deeper into the warm honey, her pussy tightening around his cock again. Cumming again. Oh it felt so good to let him suckle. To let him play with her big titties. So big and soft and easy. She was tired. She was always tired. Running a hive took a lot of work. But she felt… more tired now. More easy. More sleepy.
She sighed softly, sinking deeper. He was still suckling her. Still drinking her. The queen’s long dark lashes fluttered. Just a nap. Just a little sleep. She’d let him just keep sucking. Keep milking her while she took a rest.
Just before her eyes fluttered shut, she saw Jax raise his head, and his eyes were glassy, dim, and far, far away.
Gisele rested on the log, lazily swinging her foot. The holstaur maid took a deep breath, the laces that bound the halves of her top together straining with a creak to hold back the immensity of her creamy teats. She took off her large hat, revealing her stubby horns and used it to lazily fan her face. She snapped open her watch and again checked the time. Nearly six hours. He was taking his sweet time.
The trees rustled and she raised her head. The holstaur smiled as Jax staggered into the clearing, then grinned when she saw his naked frame, positively coated in sweet royal honey. His eyes were dim and lost, but when he saw her he smiled in that sweet, helpless way of his that just made her heart skip. Over the years she’d hade ample opportunity to be glad for the triggers she’d implanted in her sweet boy toy. Little commands that always brought her fierce lover back to her, no matter what mean creature sought to melt his silly little mind. For hers was a trigger impressed every night. A trigger repeated as he sucked her sweet milk. As her plush bottom bounced atop him while she fucked him.
Of course, none of that would have worked had Jax not been a sin eater.
Such a rare breed, but so valuable. Men and women who didn’t fall to the corruption the demon spawn sought to fill them with, but fed off it. Devoured it with a gluttony that stunned even her. They were the perfect prey and predator rolled into one. Born to entice demons, to let the creatures seek them out and conquer them. Succumbing to the demons, but never quite falling. Never quite being totally taken. And the demons and their spawn, corrupted, eager, wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Losing their strength the more they sought to dominate their new slaves. Sucked away by the seemingly silly, weak little slaves.
“My pretty bimbo,” she said, rising.
“M-mommy?” Jax moaned, staggering towards her.
She welcomed him with open arms, pulling him close, pressing him against her heavy teats. Jax moaned in joy, sinking into the glory of her massive breasts. He was such a size slut. No matter what, he always sought out the biggest tits around once his mind escaped him, and that was invariably her. He was just insatiable until then. Letting himself be fucked and mind washed until his would-be hypnotist was exhausted. But he always came back.
“Awww. Did my bimbo boy end up getting caught by some nasty beembo,” Gisele giggled, stroking his hair. “Did my sweet Jax get himself aaaall hypnotized? Oh. Poor thing. See? This is why mommy gives him all those nice little triggers. To make sure he comes back.”
Still smirking, she eased him back and looked at the royal honey coating him. “Ohhh. And he brought back all the royal honey we need! What a good boy. And good boys get treats.”
Jax’s mouth was fairly watering as Gisele reached up and delicately undid the laces binding shut her top. She let out a soft moan as the last came free, her heavy breasts bursting into the open, cream already beading her thick nipples. “Mmm. Now, come here my bimbo boy.”
Eagerly Jax fell into her arms, his lips locking on to a stiff nipple. As that warm holstaur cream burst onto his tongue he shuddered and sagged, resting against his mommy. His pretty mistress. His wonderful goddess.
“M-moooooo,” Gisele lowed as her pretty bimbo boy eagerly suckled at her teat. She pulled him tighter against her, easing him down onto the grass. Oh he was so good. And she was so sensitive. So eager to have her tits milked and sucked dry. Such an eager bimbo boy. With a free hand she pulled up her skirt, baring her slickened quim. Her thighs enveloped Jax’s hip, his cock spearing into her sopping pussy. “Yessss!” she moaned as she began to ride him. “Oh yes! Good boy! Oh my pretty… ah… pretty bimbo! My silly bimbo boy! Ahn. Nnn! Yes! Drink it up, Jax. Drink it up my good… ah… good boy! Good boooooy!”
She lowed again as she came, bouncing on her weak, silly, soft boy. As she plunged his cock into her again and again, biting her lip against the intensity of his milking. Oh gods her breasts were so sensitive. So wonderfully, gloriously tender in his eager mouth. He was such a treasure! She was so glad she’d claimed him so long ago. So glad she found such a sweet, easy bimbo.
Panting, gasping, she began to slow her bouncing atop him. She gently eased his face from her teat and looked down into his glassy eyes. How she enjoyed seeing her slut hypnotized. She was tempted to just keep him that way. An eager bimbo for mommy Gisele. A silly tit slave who would milk her whenever she wanted.
But even more than that, she loved his blushing roughness as he tried to assert himself. His aggressive efforts to prove his masculinity despite how easy he was to tame. She giggled again, and kissed his brow. “Wake up, Jax.”
Jax blinked. The haze lifted from his eyes and he groaned. The memories of what had happened trickled into his mind as the sloshing thickness of honeyed hypnotism lifted from his thoughts. “G-Gisele? I…” He looked down at the honey coating him and groaned. “Aw damn it!”
Gisele giggled and hugged him back against the pillows of her teats. “Awww. Don’t worry, Jax. I told you you’d bring me back the honey. Really now. You should have just done as I said from the beginning. Just gone in there and been a pretty bimbo slut for them.”
With some effort, Jax pushed himself out of those cushiony teats, his cheeks flaming with a blush. He pulled himself out from under her huffily. “I don’t need to! I could have gotten the honey without it. I almost did, you know.”
“Of course you did,” Gisele crooned. “After all, you’re my big strong boy.” She crossed her arms under her chest and lifted her immense breasts, making them bounce tantalizingly before his eyes. “And you’re not at all a silly tit slave who just can’t get enough of big breasts.”
Jax stared. He swallowed and licked his lips. “I…”
Gisele laughed again and patted his head. “But don’t worry. See?” she said, gathering a dollop of the sweet honey from his chest, making him twitch at the sensation. She held up her finger, honey gleaming gold. “You got plenty for us to use anyway.” She licked her finger clean with a soft sound of delight. “Mmm. So good.”
“Gisele,” Jax said as the holstaur turned her warm brown eyes on him. “What are you…”
“Well,” the holstaur said teasingly, slowly crawling towards him. “It seems like you gathered an awful lot. More than we really need. And royal jelly really is so rare. It would be a shame not to enjoy it.”
“G-Gisele! What-nnn!” Jax gasped, hips twitching as her tongue licked the tip of his twitching cock. “Gisele!”
“Does my bimbo boy not want me to lick up a bit?” the holstaur teased, her tongue again flicking out, again tasting the warm honey which drenched his cock. “Does he not want his mommy to suck his silly cock?”
“Y-you’re not my mother,” he gasped huffily.
“Of course not,” Gisele cooed. “But I am your mistress. And so, I get to do this.”
Jax cried out as her hot mouth engulfed his shaft to the root. With a moan of undisguised pleasure the holstaur began to bob, sucking his twitching manhood, her tongue swirling around his shaft. A shudder of pure pleasure pulsed through her core. Oh it was so good to have Jax her helpless boy who just couldn’t stop sucking from her tits. But even better was having him so defiant, so horny, so proud and aware and yet still so helpless when her soft lips wrapped around his cock. When she sucked and licked at his throbbing cock and made the most adorable sounds of pleasure, all of it gasped, wrenched from him despite his best efforts to resist her.
“Ohhhhh f-fuuuuck!” Jax cried out, grabbing her by the horns as she bottomed again his cock. She felt the throb of his shaft with her tongue, the tightening of his balls, and moaned as his hot seed filled her mouth in a sudden rush. She swallowed it all as eagerly as he had her milk.
She gasped, lifting her hot lips from his throbbing cock. “Mmm,” she sighed, brushing some errant strands of hair from his panting face. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Y-yes,” he gasped.
She tweaked his ear. “Yes what?”
His blush deepened. “Yes, mommy Gisele,” he said reluctantly.
She squealed in delight and pulled him back between her glorious tits. “There’s my good boy!”
Jax rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist nuzzling her creamy mounds again. So soft and warm. He sighed in defeat, letting himself be cuddled by the impressively endowed woman.
But next time, he promised himself, he’d show her what he could really do.
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“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Again!” Jax groaned, but nonetheless shimmied out of his leather pants, leaving him all but naked. He sighed, straightening. Slim but strong, the young man carefully folded his pants and had them join the rest of his piled attire. Only a pair of shorts still protected his modesty.
“Now remember,” Gisele said as he worked. “You can’t go inside a beembo hive clothed.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“You sure?” his partner asked, cocking a brow. Sitting on a log, the impossibly busty woman watched him with undisguised interest as more of his tanned flesh came into view. He tried to ignore it, with mixed results. Long brown hair spilled from beneath Gisele’s broad brown hat, a pair of stubby cow horns pushing out of special holes in the brim. The holstaur sat at ease, her breasts barely contained by the laces of a vest. A cow girl in every sense of the word.
“Of course!” Jax said. “I’ve done this sort of thing before.”
“That you have,” she said, her warm brown eyes twinkling in mirth that made him blush. “But you are insisting on going in alone. And you know how I worry about you.”
“I’ll be fine! I always am.”
“Mmm, true. But we could still use my plan…”
“No. Absolutely not! I am not going through that again!”
Gisele sighed dramatically. “Oh, alright. Not like the result won’t be the same.” She reached into a pocket, a silver chain flashing as she swung out a pocket watch. She tipped forward her broad brimmed hat, shading her eyes as she checked the time. “Now. Just remember to be back in time for dinner.”
“Stop mothering me.”
“I just can’t help it. After all, you’re my pretty boy,” Gisele giggled, reaching out and mussing his hair.
He swatted away her hand, burning with annoyance and embarrassment. He glared at Gisele as the shapely woman rose and made her way back through the woods and to a safer distance. He hadn’t even wanted to take this job! But, he sighed, there was not point complaining now.
With as much dignity as he could muster, being near naked in the middle of the forest, he set his jaw and turned to look again through the thick canopy of the Wire Woods. The tangle of a forest grew riot. Tainted by the demons who had invaded the world, playing host to a variety of the creatures spawned from those dark days, few with any sanity braved the dense woods. Your life would be the least of the things you could lose in there.
But there were rewards for those who dared. And Jax’s goal rose in the distance.
Despite the thickness of the brush, it couldn’t mask the immensity of the hive. It swelled, growing into a cliff like some golden palace. Countless windows and doorways served it, opening out into the air.
Normally, Jax would be wary about getting undressed anywhere in the Wire Woods, but around him the forest was silent. Everyone knew better than to live near a beembo hive. Stay near one too long, and you started to listen to the hum. A sound that seemed to say it might not be so bad to go inside. It might not be so wrong to eat the honey. To drink it. To guzzle it. To just stay and never leave.
“Cannot believe this,” Jax grumbled, bending down and picking up the metal censer. Built like a ball pocketed with holes, it was filled with Lightweed, the only thing known to dilute the scent of beembo honey. It would have been easy, really, to get regular beembo honey. Unlike many of the demon spawn that lurked across the world, beembos didn’t need to seek out souls. People came to them, always to get their hands on that precious mead. Sometimes it was traded, sometimes stolen.
But the one thing the beembos never marketed was the royal honey.
A queen ruled her hive, many among her drones and thralls those who’d once invaded her kingdom seeking her golden treasures. Royal jelly was the rarest of honey. Normal beembo honey in its raw form was merely addicting, enthralling the poor fools who drank its sweetness. But royal jelly was more. Corruptive. Compelling. Transforming its victims into new thralls for the hive and their queen.
But, if properly used, royal jelly also made the finest mead in all the Lost Lands. A prize worth pursuing. The Duke of Gander thought so, at least. Worth it enough to hire both Jax and Gisele to get it.
As Jax approached he noted the hive’s base stood unguarded. Little surprise. It had no need to be defended. Anyone was invited in.
Getting out was the trick.
Jax sighed as he ducked through one of the openings honeycombing the hive. It was dim within. Faint golden light spilled from hexagonal patterns in the walls. It was strange to walk through it. As if travelling through a cave of molten gold.
The sweet scent was the first to hit him. It lingered in the passage. A sugary sweetness of thick honey and something nameless. It was well known that beembos used the pollen of certain species of alraune for their honey. A fact which made it all the more valuable, and appealing. Jax hastily put a flame to the lightweed in the censer. Instantly, thick grey smoke began to seep from the holes. He lifted the burner a little higher, taking a deep breath, his head clearing.
“Much better,” he murmured.
With incense burner in hand he moved forward again. Thanks to the smoke he didn’t have to worry quite as much about the pheromones which filled the air. But he wasn’t completely safe. He still felt stuffy, his thoughts growing warm and sluggish. He was panting soon. The heat within the hive was oppressive. If he hadn’t stripped down, he’d be boiling alive right now. His head spinning, intoxicated by the sweet scents which wafted from all over the hive. But he came prepared. Well, as prepared as could be.
“Fucking hell,” Jax grumbled as he pushed through. “Can’t believe this. Why me? Just absolutely absurd.”
Not for the first time, he wondered why he bothered working with Gisele. The holstaur was unusual for her kind, being rather more mercenary than most. Usually holstaurs just sought out a nice, malleable pet they could turn into their milk slaves and got themselves a warm home to stay. Sad to say, Jax had found himself more than once on the receiving end of such affections. To his frustration, Gisele frequently pulled him out of it.
“Not this time,” Jax promised himself, creeping down a winding passage. “This time I’ve got it down pat…”
So he said, but the hive was larger than he expected. The place was positively palatial, with endless corridors and cavernous rooms. All of it coloured by that dim golden glow.
“Ah!”
Jax paused, a chorus of giggles reaching his ears. His eyes inevitably moved towards a doorway adjoining the passage. He bit his lip, but curiosity got the best of him, and he crept forward. Peeked around the corner.
A room lay beyond. Within were two impossibly curvy beembos, their soft bottoms and heavy breasts counterpoints of thin waists in a perfect hourglass. Stubby wings grew from their backs, their hair a rich, bouncing blonde, their bodies just starting to grow the black and yellow fluff of beembo stripes.
The pair were gathered around a man on a bed formed from the honeyed wall. Softly cooing, the beembos were stroking, teasing, touching him, smothering him in puffing beembo fuzz and softest breasts. His cheeks were flushed a brilliant red, his eyes dim, already beginning to show the spiral golden black of beembo thralls. His cock jutted from between his legs, the two beembos stroking it with delicate fingers, keeping him trapped between bouncy, perfect tits.
“Oh he likes it, Petal,” one beembo giggled to the other.
“Of course, Deema. He likes it so much! He just loves getting his itty-bitty cock all played with, don’t you?” she giggled, tickling the young man’s chin.
The man groaned, weakly humping the air. “Please… oh please… please…”
“Hmm? Please what?” Deema crooned with sugary sweetness. “You’ll have to speak up. We’re such silly beembo sluts! We just can’t know what you need unless you tell us.”
“Oh too true Deema!” Petal chimed, her soft tits bouncing as she wriggled in place. “We’re so silly and dumb we just need to be told what you need!”
The man was visibly struggling to speak. To find the words that would offer relief. But whenever his mouth opened, whenever he seemed to grow near the answer the beembos suddenly kissed him with golden lips, silencing him, blasting his reason to dust and making him moan in pent up need. “Need… ah… n-need…”
“Such a sweetie,” the beembos giggled, their stubby wings thrumming, stirring the hot air of the hive. “Such a poor, silly sweetie. It’s a good thing he has us, isn’t it Petal?”
“Oh you’re so right, Deema. What would this poor boy do if he didn’t have a couple sweet, slutty beembos around to take care of all his needs? Poor thing just needs to be spoiled. To be so honey sweet for us, doesn’t he?” Petal cooed, pecking his cheeks with the softest kiss.
“Nnnn!” the man whined, his hips bucking desperately, his cock twitching with need.
“What was that? You want us to slow down?”
“Nn!”
“Yes? You do?” Petal giggled. “But you’re so close, sweetie. You’re so close to cumming. Are you sure?”
“Nnnn!” the man whimpered, practically sobbing with his desperate need to cum.
The beembos giggled. “Okay!”
Their hands slowed their torturous strokes, still moving, but only their fingertips touching him. Sliding up and down his throbbing, pulsing cock. “Nnnooooo!” the man cried out weakly, his lower lip trembling.
“Oh Petal, he didn’t like that.”
“Oh Deema! You’re right. Why didn’t you say so, pretty slave?” Petal cried.
“T-tried… to…”
“Oh you poor thing. Well, let’s move a bit faster. Shall we?”
Deema and Petal giggled, their hands moving faster again. The man was soon panting once more, his cock twitching under their delicate touch, but again toyed with just to the brink. Just to the edge of orgasm. The edge of blessed relief. So close. So close!
“Wanna cum?” Petal cooed sweetly. “Wanna spurt your little cock for your beembo mistress’s? Want us to finish you off? Hm?”
“Mmm!” the man gasped, nodding frantically, babbling, language beyond him. His cock so terribly sensitive. His balls aching with need. “Mmhmm!”
The beembo’s squealed in delight and smothered him beneath their bountiful pale tits. “Oh you’re such a cutie! Then cum pretty boy. Cum all those thoughts away. Cum,” they chanted, every whisper accented with another stroke of his throbbing cock. “Cum. Cum. Cum! Cum! Cum!”
“Nnnnaaaaa!” the man squealed, his cock swelling. He came, his seed spurting so high it nearly touched the ceiling with the force of his orgasm. He quivered beneath the beembo’s, his body tight with the sweet tension of his orgasm. His cock twitching as every last drop of cum was worked from his balls. Then, with a gasp, he collapsed, chest heaving.
“Oh such a good boy!” Petal squealed.
“Oh isn’t he? He got it so high! We’re so proud of you.”
“So proud!”
“I think he deserves a reward, Petal.”
“Oh yes! But what does such a silly boy like him want?”
The pair met each other’s eyes. A smile worked across their lips. “Oh yes,” Petal cooed, reaching down, picking up a pitcher. “He deserves… honey!”
The beembos giggled as they tipped the pitcher. Golden mead drooled from the spout, spilling down the young man’s throat. He moaned, drinking eagerly, gasping as he mindlessly guzzled the sweet honey.
And before Jax’s eyes, he began to change.
The young man’s cock shrank a little more even as it stiffened once again. His hips seemed to swell out a little, his ass grow. His chest rose just a hint, burgeoning breasts making themselves known. His features softened, his eyes growing deeper with spirals.
Petal and Deema watched in delight, then suddenly pulled back the mead. “Good boy!” they chimed. Petal beamed. “Oh he’s just going to make the best new beembo slut!”
“Oh you’re right, Petal! But we have to make sure he wants it,” Deema giggled, her fingers again touching his tiny cock, stroking him again. “He needs to want to lose his silly little cock and become just the bestest, silliest beembo slut there ever was!”
Giggling, the pair smothered their prisoner with soft curves and endless kisses. Hands toying with his tiny cock, stroking burgeoning breasts, licking swelling nipples.
Jax pulled back from the door, horror turning his stomach. Arousal hardening his cock. Gods. That could be his fate. Captured by the hive. Endlessly touched. Smothered. Kissed. His brain melted with pleasure. His body pinned as he was drowned in corruptive honey. Kept, always drunken, always on the edge of orgasm but never allowed to cum. Simply human pets for the hive. Playthings forever teased and never allowed the relief of orgasm.
A terrible fate.
Right?
Jax realized he was breathing deeply. Sweat shone across his body. His head was spinning with the potency of the honey scent and the humming of the hive. Hastily he brought up the censer and breathed in a great lungful of the smoke. At once he felt his head clear, his body cooling just a little. But his cock remained stubbornly hard, tenting his dark shorts incessantly.
“Damn it,” he muttered, turning away from the door. He wanted to help, but knew he couldn’t do a thing. When the spirals began to appear in the eyes, it was far too late. The poor man would be tickled and teased and milked of his cum until he was transformed into a new beembo thrall. Just another stupid drone in the service of the queen.
He hurried on, fast as he dared. He passed more rooms and more beembos. They had little time to concern themselves with security. Most were busy in the hands of their sisters. Stroking each other. Moaning. Whimpering. Their wings humming. Their laughter catching as tongue or touch found buzzing clits. As kisses sweet were rained down. As honey smoothest was milked from soft breast.
A few times Jax was forced to duck into a corner as some beembos walked down the passage. They never noticed him. They didn’t bother to look. Even if they did find him, Jax wasn’t afraid of being attacked. It wasn’t the beembo style. They liked to get their prey all warm. All hot and bothered and silly and drunk on honey. Theirs was a soft seduction. A cooing enthrallment of the will, twisting one around their fingers until they gave in.
He was deep within the hive now. The light filtering through was weaker. Dusky. The walls were smoother, the honey molten like he walked through corridors made of melting wax. He passed vast galleries where beembo thralls lounged in torpid warmth. Where new slaves licked and served, not quite fully corrupted, but so close. So near. Denied until they couldn’t bear anymore. Only then would they be brought to the queen, the transformation completed.
He knew he was close when a particular sound reached him. A gentle humming that seemed to thrum through him and to his very core. A sound like those Petal and Deema had made with their stubby wings. But stronger. Deeper. More intense.
The song of a queen.
He bit his lip, his heart beating fast with excitement. This was it. If he did this, he’d show Gisele he wasn’t just some silly bimbo boy. “Gotcha,” he murmured, turning and following the humming. Get in. Get out. That was the plan.
The thrumming sound increased. And with it, the sweet scent. He could smell it now even through the smoke of the incense. It tingled into his nose. Made his head feel stuffy and thick. He shook himself, taking another whiff of the incense smoke, though couldn’t help but notice there was less of that than before. Damn. He’d been in here too long. He had to hurry up.
The hive’s maze of passages began to widen. A soft whimper reached his ears. Before a large doorway he stopped and stepped through.
He was in an upper gallery of a golden chamber big as a cathedral, light filtering through the honeycomb which formed the walls like stained glass. Hues moving to the humming song which echoed all around them, luxuriating in corruption. Here and there down the walls oozed liquid into thick pools in the floor.
And in one of those pools was a woman of compelling beauty.
Tufts of light yellow and black fuzz framed her neck and her wrists. Her skin was the deep brown of chocolate, coated in the oozing gold she lounged in. Lidded eyes heavy and somnolent looked down as she lifted a flawless leg, dripping with honey. Her breasts swelled from her chest, nipples pierced with golden rings. Her waist was thin and flowing into a pair of generous hips and an ass both soft and shapely. From her soft blonde hair rose a golden crown; from her back two diaphanous wings buzzed.
A human woman sat astride the beembo, her pale skin shining with honey, her eyes foggy and drunk with lust, already developing the telltale spirals of a honey slave. Slimmer, with modest breasts and thin hips, the woman moaned as she suckled at the beembo’s soft breasts, honey oozing into her mouth.
“Mmmm. Good girl,” the beembo queen sighed, lazily wrapping her legs around the girl’s waist, drawing her in closer. “Good girl. Just keep drinking. Just keep sucking. That’s such a good girl. Mmnnn… good girl… ahn… nnn…”
The young woman moaned in helpless pleasure as she continued to massage both the beembo’s breasts, squeezing more of the sweet honey into the pool they both lounged within. Soaking themselves in it.
Jax swallowed thickly, his body tingling at the sapphic sight. The diaphanous wings of the beembo hummed as she whirred them again, her eyes blinking lazily. “Mmm. Such a… good girl… needs a reward…”
The beembo slipped a hand between them and the young girl’s legs. The panting thrall gasped, biting her lower lip and arching as a slim, clever finger slid along her folds. “Ooooh m-mistress…”
“Good girl,” the beembo murmured sleepily, continuing to stroke her thrall, finger slickened in the honey that pooled around them, shining golden where she touched the trembling girl. “Good honeymaid. Such a good thrall. You’re… mnn… doing wonderful…”
“M-mistress,” the girl whimpered, humping that coaxing finger, her face flushed, eyes lost and heavy and hair slickened with honey. “Oh mistress. Mistress! Yes. Yes! Yesssss!”
The girl moaned in ecstasy as she came, her juices squirting into the pool. She sagged against the beembo holding her, panting and moaning softly, rubbing herself against the lounging bimbo. Helpless. Weak. The blonde hummed softly, her wings thrumming, again sending that pulse of raw pleasure through Jax. “Good girl,” the beembo cooed, stroking her thrall’s head, nestling the whimpering girl between her luscious teats. “Such a goooood giiiiirl… Mmm. And such a good boy for watching all this.”
Jax blinked. Wait. He realized suddenly that the beembo queen was looking right at him. He jolted back to himself as the monster slowly rose from the pool, honey dripping off her in gooey rivulets. She delicately stepped out, leaving the whimpering thrall behind to sink into the royal jelly, only a face visible as the new thrall dozed in the warm oblivion of true servitude.
Jax took a step back as the beembo lazily walked towards him, her generous hips swaying back and forth. Pendulous. Her glorious brown breasts bouncing. Her wings thrumming. Thrumming. And her body absolutely glistening in that sweet honey. Gods he could smell it from there. That sweet, compelling aroma of pleasure. His tongue felt thick, his head pounding, his cock straining his pants.
Hastily he brought the incense burner back to his face and took another deep breath of the smoke. Not much, though. “Shit,” he hissed when he saw how little smoke still fluttered from the burner. How long had he been watching?
“Did you like that?” the beembo hummed, her voice melding with the gentle thrum of her wings. “Did you like watching me play with my pretty thrall? Mm. It looks like it,” she said with a pointed look at his tenting shorts.
“H-hey!” Jax said. “Stay back!”
“Mmm. But you came here for something. Didn’t you? Oh,” she mused, ignoring his protest, sliding her hands over her body. “Maybe you came… for some honey…”
Jax couldn’t help but follow the movements of those hands. Watch as they stroked full, heavy breasts, slid over generous hips and down long, supple legs. He swallowed thickly as the scent of her honey wafted to him. Wrapped about him.
“I won’t come closer. Pretty boy. But… maybe… you can…”
Jax watched, enraptured by the sight of the beembo as her finger gathered up a dollop of sweet honey, lifted it to her perfect, plump golden lips, and slipped it inside. The beembo hummed in pleasure as she sucked her finger clean, her tongue peeking out of her lips. With a pop she removed her finger.
“Mmm. So good. Would you like a taste?”
She gathered up another dollop and held it out to him. Jax couldn’t look away from that golden sweetness. His mouth was dry. His tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. He took a shaking step forward.
And raised the censer.
The beembo’s eyes opened fully as a breath of smoke wafted into her face. “Wha… ooooh…” She staggered back, swaying a little in surprise. “That’s… what is…”
“Lightweed,” Jax said heavily. “And I know how much you lot like that.”
He held it closer to the beembo, and she couldn’t help but breathe in another gasp of the smoke. The humming noise of her wings slowly died. Her lashes fluttered, lowering again. “Ooooh,” she moaned drunkenly, slowly sinking to her knees. To her side. To the floor. “That… Mmmnnn…”
Jax let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. That had been close. Closer than he wanted to admit. He leaned over the panting beembo and gingerly placed the incense burner beside her head. The queen moaned softly as the smoke wreathed her face, masking her in the cloying smoke, her lashes fluttering and spiral eyes lidded.
“That’s it,” he murmured, taking a step back. “Just take a niiiiice long nap. Snooze away like that, okay?”
“Mmm,” the queen moaned softly, wriggling, her breasts swaying, the golden rings chiming softly.
Blushing hotly, Jax hastily turned away and to the honey fountain. Fetching a jar from his belt, trying to ignore the girl currently submerged in the honey, Jax kneeled beside the oozing golden sweetness. Careful not to let his hand touch it, he dipped the jar into the royal honey. Gods it was so goopy. He was already regretting leaving the incense burner by the sleepy beembo. Without it, he was treated to the undiluted scent of the royal honey. It filled his head with sluggish warmth. The heat beat off his face. So warm. So good. He forced himself to focus on the jar, filling it to the brim.
Yet, despite his best efforts, he got a little bit on his index finger. He stared at the glistening honey. Would… would a taste really be that bad?
His pulse was quickening. He licked his lips again. No. No, he really shouldn’t. He definitely shouldn’t lift that glistening digit towards his mouth. He really shouldn’t part his lips. He absolutely mustn’t put his finger in his mouth and give it a good. Long. Suck.
And oh it shouldn’t taste so good. So smooth and sweet and thick and wonderful. It shouldn’t just shoot down to his toes in delight. It shouldn’t make him feel so easy and relaxed. Make his head swim in drunken sweetness. And it really shouldn’t make him suckle his finger like a good boy. A good, silly boy who just couldn’t quite help himself.
Soft arms wrapped around his neck. “Good boy,” a voice cooed, like liquid ambrosia sliding into his ear. He stilled and slowly turned his head. Golden eyes, still lidded, looked back. Soft blonde hair tickled his cheek, and lovely golden lips were an inch from his. His eyes glanced down to where the incense burner lay, dead. Not even a whisper of smoke remaining in it.
Oh.
A finger touched his chin. Turned his head some more. Lips met his.
And he drowned.
Jax moaned weakly as a tongue as sweet as sugar slipped inside his mouth. His own tried to war against it, but it was a battle long lost. He whimpered as the thrumming of the beembo’s wings again filled his ears. Vibrated through him. Massaging away all that silly resistance. All those bad thoughts about leaving. About fighting back. About doing anything but whatever his wonderful, glorious queen asked him to. His lashes fluttered. The tenseness in him eased.
She pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting their panting mouths. She smiled into his glassy eyes. “Mmm. Good boy…”
Jax twitched, biting his lip. Oh gods. Why? Why did he want to be such a… a good boy? The beembo queen smirked lazily and reached down, picking up the jar of honey he’d gathered. “Mmm,” the beembo mused. “So much trouble for this? Silly boy. If you wanted some, all you needed to do was ask.”
Jax watched, helpless, panting, enthralled as her finger dipped into the jar, emerging simply coated in honey. She lifted her hand towards him, but when he leaned forward, drew back. “Ah ah. What did I just say? Good boys don’t take. Good boys… hmm… beg…”
His cheeks flared with some spark of his lingering pride. He… he wouldn’t… He couldn’t…
The queen’s smirk widened, her eyes growing more lidded with mirth at his blushing resistance. “Mmm. Silly boy. Do you not want it,” she asked, his eyes raptly following her honey coated finger as she moved it in lazy circles. “Does my little bimbo boy not want to take another taste of his queen’s honey? Doesn’t he want to just… mmm… suckle?”
He whimpered.
“Lick.”
He licked his lips.
“And just… drown… in my warm honey?”
Jax was shaking like an addict presented his fix. Waves of hot and cold washed through him. His cock pressed against his tight shorts so hard. He bit his lip, but no matter how he fought it, no matter how hard he tried to resist it, the words came forth.
“P-please. Can I… Can I have another taste?”
She cocked a brow. “Mmm,” she mused. “So close. Maybe… try a little more…”
His face was burning with humiliation, but he couldn’t help it. The words burst from him in a gasp. “Please! Please, mistress. Give me another taste. Your… your silly bimbo wants it so bad. Please! I wanna suckle it. I want to drink it all! Please!”
The beembo queen closed her eyes, basking in his humiliation. “Mmm. There we go. I knew my bimbo boy had it… hmn… in him. Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Her finger pushed forward and between his lips.
And oh he was in heaven.
Jax moaned as he began to suckle on her finger, whimpering in delight. Oh gods it was soooo good! How could anything be this good? This delicious? This wonderful and sweet and soothing away all his worries and tension.
The beembo queen watched intently, her smile fluttering around her soft lips. “Mmm. Good boy. So gooood… Hm. That wasn’t so hard, my silly bimbo. Was it? You’re being such a good boy. Such a good… pretty… bimbo…”
Jax glared up at her. He wanted to retort but his mouth was far too busy sucking on her finger. Licking it eagerly clean. He’d tell her off afterward. When he was finished. For the time being he simply let his lashes flutter, his mind melting like sweet honey on a warm day. His body just ease. Relax. Let all his worries go as he sucked. Sucked. Sucked.
The beembo queen smiled as she pulled her glistening brown finger from his mouth. “Wasn’t that good?” she asked him.
“It… it wasn’t th-that good,” Jax gasped.
“Oh?” the queen mused, and Jack’s eyes widened as she lifted up the jar. “Then I guess you won’t want… more?”
The wickedness in her smile warned him. But when she put the jar to his lips, tilted it, he couldn’t help but open his mouth. Couldn’t help but moan as she poured her sweet ambrosia down his throat. Couldn’t stop himself from guzzling it, drowning in the sweet intoxicating honey of the queen.
The beembo queen took away the empty jar, smiling down at his rapturous face. “Well?”
Jax’s eyes opened, glassy. Smoky. “Mistress,” he whimpered. “M-more.”
The beembo giggled in delight. “Mmm. Such a good boy,” she cooed, petting his hair.
Jax moaned. Oh yes. He was a good boy. A good, silly bimbo boy. She took his hand, and he didn’t resist as she pulled him after her. She stepped into the honey pool, and he couldn’t conceive not following her. Not sinking into that wonderful warm honey. Resting against the rim of the pool. Looking up happily as the mocha breasts of his queen filled his view as she straddled him. He merely whimpered as she grasped his shorts, tugging them free, releasing his hard cock from their confines.
“Hmn? What’s this? Did my pretty bimbo boy bring me a present?” she smirked, wrapping her fingers around his cock.
“Y-yes!” Jax gasped as she began to stroke him, her fingers slickened by the honey. “Yes! M-mistress is so good! Bimbo is such a g-good boy. A good boy!”
“Oh I know,” the queen hummed, her wings continuing to thrum. “He’s going to be such a good boy for me. A lovely little bimbo for his beembo queen. He’s going to just melt in my honey. Just be a good little slut. Mmm.” She straddled his waist, lowering herself, gasping as his hard, throbbing cock filled her pussy.
Jax moaned as his shaft was enveloped in the silky warmth of his mistress. She began to bounce on his lap, fucking herself atop him. “Ohhhh yessss!” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his head, pulling his face into her mocha breasts, burying him in the soft fuzz that coated her. “Yesssss! Good b-boy. Good slut! Ohhhh yessss! Cum my little bimbo. Cum in your queen!”
“Ah. Ahn! Nnnnn!” Jax squealed as he thrust into her, cumming, pumping his seed into her.
“Yesssss! Fill me! Fill me with your seed! Oh good boy. Oh what a good bimbo boy!”
“Ahn. Ah! Nnnn!”
He was cumming. Cumming. Cumming his mind away. Cumming away his will. He was panting. Hot. Burning. Burning away all that he was. All that useless pride and bad things. He was just slut. Just the bimbo slave of his pretty queen. Just melting away in the honeyed trap of her arms. Her body. Her velvety pussy and jangling teats.
“Nnnnn!”
His head was guided to a heaving breast. Golden rings flashed in the hazy light bleeding into the hive. His lips opened and caught a dusky nipple, and he sucked again.
“Ooooohhhh!” his queen moaned as honey burst from her teat and into his hungry mouth. She clutched him to her heaving teat as she continued to bounce atop his cock, burying him beneath her plush curves. Coating him in sloshing honey. “Ohhh yessss! Mnnn! That’s it. Good… ah… b-boy! Good slut! Oh yes. My pretty… ah… bimbo. That’s it. Suck me. Mmm. Suck my sweet honey. Oh my good boy. My sweet slave. My… ah… sweet suckling slut!”
Jax’s lashes fluttered. His eyes grew foggy. A shudder seemed to course through him. “Yes, mommy,” he moaned.
“Mnnnm,” the beembo queen moaned as his suckling grew hungrier. His hands cupped her breast, massaging it. Kneading the firm, ripe flesh. “Oh g-gods below! Oh my. Ah… nnn… That’s… that’s a good boy. That’s a sweet… sweet thrall.”
“Mmmm. Mommy,” he moaned. “Need to… to drink. Gotta…”
“Oh yes. Drink. Drink all my honey, my good bimbo boy. Just like that… Ah… Oh gods.” The beembo queen panted, moaning, her chocolate hued flesh darkening further with her flush. She’d never been milked so hungrily. So eagerly. With such skill. Jax’s fingers massaged her breasts with tender worship. His tongue slid around her puffy nipple, gliding around her nubby flesh, teasing the golden rings until they chimed.
“Yes. Yes! Ah! Good boy. Good… nnnnn!” The beembo queen moaned aloud, shuddering as she came, squeezing his cock inside her hungry cunt. Jax cried out, thrusting again into her, cumming again into her hot depths.
Oh it felt so good. So goooood. The beembo queen eased back off of him, gathering him in her arms. She relaxed in the warm honey, stirring it with her humming wings, holding him tight to her breast as he continued to pump into her. Her slim, soft, horny bimbo boy. So eager. So happy to please. She stroked his hair, her breathing coming in gasps, her legs lazily kicking the honey as she squirmed with pleasure. Her breasts had always been sensitive. But something about this… something about this was so good. So wonderful.
“G-good bimbo. Good slave. Suckle mommy. Kiss my big, pretty titty. Oh gods yes. Mnnn. You’re doing… ah… so well. Your queen is very… ha… happy. Oh yes. Yes! Mnnnn!”
She came again, tightening her arms around him, crying out with heedless pleasure. She pulled him against her waspish curves. Burying him in the softness of her bouncing breasts, pleasure pulsing through her. She felt so good. So lazy. So wonderfully warm and sated.
And… and sleepy.
She moaned softly, sinking deeper into the warm honey, her pussy tightening around his cock again. Cumming again. Oh it felt so good to let him suckle. To let him play with her big titties. So big and soft and easy. She was tired. She was always tired. Running a hive took a lot of work. But she felt… more tired now. More easy. More sleepy.
She sighed softly, sinking deeper. He was still suckling her. Still drinking her. The queen’s long dark lashes fluttered. Just a nap. Just a little sleep. She’d let him just keep sucking. Keep milking her while she took a rest.
Just before her eyes fluttered shut, she saw Jax raise his head, and his eyes were glassy, dim, and far, far away.
.o0o.
Gisele rested on the log, lazily swinging her foot. The holstaur maid took a deep breath, the laces that bound the halves of her top together straining with a creak to hold back the immensity of her creamy teats. She took off her large hat, revealing her stubby horns and used it to lazily fan her face. She snapped open her watch and again checked the time. Nearly six hours. He was taking his sweet time.
The trees rustled and she raised her head. The holstaur smiled as Jax staggered into the clearing, then grinned when she saw his naked frame, positively coated in sweet royal honey. His eyes were dim and lost, but when he saw her he smiled in that sweet, helpless way of his that just made her heart skip. Over the years she’d hade ample opportunity to be glad for the triggers she’d implanted in her sweet boy toy. Little commands that always brought her fierce lover back to her, no matter what mean creature sought to melt his silly little mind. For hers was a trigger impressed every night. A trigger repeated as he sucked her sweet milk. As her plush bottom bounced atop him while she fucked him.
Of course, none of that would have worked had Jax not been a sin eater.
Such a rare breed, but so valuable. Men and women who didn’t fall to the corruption the demon spawn sought to fill them with, but fed off it. Devoured it with a gluttony that stunned even her. They were the perfect prey and predator rolled into one. Born to entice demons, to let the creatures seek them out and conquer them. Succumbing to the demons, but never quite falling. Never quite being totally taken. And the demons and their spawn, corrupted, eager, wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Losing their strength the more they sought to dominate their new slaves. Sucked away by the seemingly silly, weak little slaves.
“My pretty bimbo,” she said, rising.
“M-mommy?” Jax moaned, staggering towards her.
She welcomed him with open arms, pulling him close, pressing him against her heavy teats. Jax moaned in joy, sinking into the glory of her massive breasts. He was such a size slut. No matter what, he always sought out the biggest tits around once his mind escaped him, and that was invariably her. He was just insatiable until then. Letting himself be fucked and mind washed until his would-be hypnotist was exhausted. But he always came back.
“Awww. Did my bimbo boy end up getting caught by some nasty beembo,” Gisele giggled, stroking his hair. “Did my sweet Jax get himself aaaall hypnotized? Oh. Poor thing. See? This is why mommy gives him all those nice little triggers. To make sure he comes back.”
Still smirking, she eased him back and looked at the royal honey coating him. “Ohhh. And he brought back all the royal honey we need! What a good boy. And good boys get treats.”
Jax’s mouth was fairly watering as Gisele reached up and delicately undid the laces binding shut her top. She let out a soft moan as the last came free, her heavy breasts bursting into the open, cream already beading her thick nipples. “Mmm. Now, come here my bimbo boy.”
Eagerly Jax fell into her arms, his lips locking on to a stiff nipple. As that warm holstaur cream burst onto his tongue he shuddered and sagged, resting against his mommy. His pretty mistress. His wonderful goddess.
“M-moooooo,” Gisele lowed as her pretty bimbo boy eagerly suckled at her teat. She pulled him tighter against her, easing him down onto the grass. Oh he was so good. And she was so sensitive. So eager to have her tits milked and sucked dry. Such an eager bimbo boy. With a free hand she pulled up her skirt, baring her slickened quim. Her thighs enveloped Jax’s hip, his cock spearing into her sopping pussy. “Yessss!” she moaned as she began to ride him. “Oh yes! Good boy! Oh my pretty… ah… pretty bimbo! My silly bimbo boy! Ahn. Nnn! Yes! Drink it up, Jax. Drink it up my good… ah… good boy! Good boooooy!”
She lowed again as she came, bouncing on her weak, silly, soft boy. As she plunged his cock into her again and again, biting her lip against the intensity of his milking. Oh gods her breasts were so sensitive. So wonderfully, gloriously tender in his eager mouth. He was such a treasure! She was so glad she’d claimed him so long ago. So glad she found such a sweet, easy bimbo.
Panting, gasping, she began to slow her bouncing atop him. She gently eased his face from her teat and looked down into his glassy eyes. How she enjoyed seeing her slut hypnotized. She was tempted to just keep him that way. An eager bimbo for mommy Gisele. A silly tit slave who would milk her whenever she wanted.
But even more than that, she loved his blushing roughness as he tried to assert himself. His aggressive efforts to prove his masculinity despite how easy he was to tame. She giggled again, and kissed his brow. “Wake up, Jax.”
Jax blinked. The haze lifted from his eyes and he groaned. The memories of what had happened trickled into his mind as the sloshing thickness of honeyed hypnotism lifted from his thoughts. “G-Gisele? I…” He looked down at the honey coating him and groaned. “Aw damn it!”
Gisele giggled and hugged him back against the pillows of her teats. “Awww. Don’t worry, Jax. I told you you’d bring me back the honey. Really now. You should have just done as I said from the beginning. Just gone in there and been a pretty bimbo slut for them.”
With some effort, Jax pushed himself out of those cushiony teats, his cheeks flaming with a blush. He pulled himself out from under her huffily. “I don’t need to! I could have gotten the honey without it. I almost did, you know.”
“Of course you did,” Gisele crooned. “After all, you’re my big strong boy.” She crossed her arms under her chest and lifted her immense breasts, making them bounce tantalizingly before his eyes. “And you’re not at all a silly tit slave who just can’t get enough of big breasts.”
Jax stared. He swallowed and licked his lips. “I…”
Gisele laughed again and patted his head. “But don’t worry. See?” she said, gathering a dollop of the sweet honey from his chest, making him twitch at the sensation. She held up her finger, honey gleaming gold. “You got plenty for us to use anyway.” She licked her finger clean with a soft sound of delight. “Mmm. So good.”
“Gisele,” Jax said as the holstaur turned her warm brown eyes on him. “What are you…”
“Well,” the holstaur said teasingly, slowly crawling towards him. “It seems like you gathered an awful lot. More than we really need. And royal jelly really is so rare. It would be a shame not to enjoy it.”
“G-Gisele! What-nnn!” Jax gasped, hips twitching as her tongue licked the tip of his twitching cock. “Gisele!”
“Does my bimbo boy not want me to lick up a bit?” the holstaur teased, her tongue again flicking out, again tasting the warm honey which drenched his cock. “Does he not want his mommy to suck his silly cock?”
“Y-you’re not my mother,” he gasped huffily.
“Of course not,” Gisele cooed. “But I am your mistress. And so, I get to do this.”
Jax cried out as her hot mouth engulfed his shaft to the root. With a moan of undisguised pleasure the holstaur began to bob, sucking his twitching manhood, her tongue swirling around his shaft. A shudder of pure pleasure pulsed through her core. Oh it was so good to have Jax her helpless boy who just couldn’t stop sucking from her tits. But even better was having him so defiant, so horny, so proud and aware and yet still so helpless when her soft lips wrapped around his cock. When she sucked and licked at his throbbing cock and made the most adorable sounds of pleasure, all of it gasped, wrenched from him despite his best efforts to resist her.
“Ohhhhh f-fuuuuck!” Jax cried out, grabbing her by the horns as she bottomed again his cock. She felt the throb of his shaft with her tongue, the tightening of his balls, and moaned as his hot seed filled her mouth in a sudden rush. She swallowed it all as eagerly as he had her milk.
She gasped, lifting her hot lips from his throbbing cock. “Mmm,” she sighed, brushing some errant strands of hair from his panting face. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Y-yes,” he gasped.
She tweaked his ear. “Yes what?”
His blush deepened. “Yes, mommy Gisele,” he said reluctantly.
She squealed in delight and pulled him back between her glorious tits. “There’s my good boy!”
Jax rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist nuzzling her creamy mounds again. So soft and warm. He sighed in defeat, letting himself be cuddled by the impressively endowed woman.
But next time, he promised himself, he’d show her what he could really do.