Hours later, Erlea was in the recovery room as the last of the healing rippled through her body. It worked rapidly but even an accomplished healer can only repair damage so much. Once magically healed, the rest had to be done naturally which mean a day until she was back up to full strength.
She wasn't quite used to the recovery room's bed. Unlike her own sleeping quarters where she would lie face-down over a ridged pillow and keep her wings free above her, the hospital bed was two heavily padded platforms with a space between them for her wings. The upper part of the bars was inclined so she was half-sitting. Underneath the bed was support for her delicate wings, though right now they just fluttered.
The position made it hard to concentrate. Every time she closed her eyes, memories of Lazia on the ground would flash across her thoughts. She had never seen someone get raped before, the horrid ease that the goblins had taken her friend was starling. Erlea couldn't even imagine anything so thick being shoved into the tightly-guarded opening if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.
It also reminded her of her own helplessness, pinned to the wall as a goblin pounded his cock deep into her mouth. Her memories brought up sensation of the thick cock straining her lips, the way her tongue was shoved against the bottom of her jaw, and even the feeling of the thick veins as they drove in and out of her mouth. Her body grew warmer as she pressed her fingers to her mouth, parting them just slightly as she recalled how it felt to have the cock slamming against the back of her throat and the burning sensation when her rapist had finally buried his length into her throat.
Her other hand drifted down over her breasts and to the slit between her legs. It was tight again, firm and unyielding, but she could feel the heat just on the other side of the hairless mound, a desire for that goblin's cock to be ramming in somewhere more delicate, more private.
As much as she was horrified by Lazia's rape, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be in her place. Would it hurt? What was the light? Would she get that rush of excitement and ripples of heat when they pinned her down.
A faint moisture tickled her fingertip. She frowned and ran her finger along her slit, capturing a small amount that was oozing out of her opening. She gasped and brought it up. The clear fluids clung to her fingertips, a translucent strand connecting the two together. She spread her fingers, watching the delicate bond stretch and then break.
“Erlea?” came a soft voice. It was Saroia on the other side of the door to the healing chamber.
Blushing, Erlea wiped her hand on her thigh and tried to focus. Her wings were fluttering in time with the pulses of fading heat between her legs. After a second, she cleared her throat. “Y-Yes.”
“I need to speak to you in private.”
Fear raced along Erlea's thoughts. She wiped her hand again. “Of course.”
Saroia came in. She was serious as she turned and closed the door to the chamber, locking it.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing and… everything.” The one-eyed bee looked over Erlea. “First of all, how are you doing?”
“I feel good. Just a few deep scratches that needed healing and then I'll be ready to go by nightfall. Thankfully, we heal quickly.”
“Good.”
“What about Lazia? Is she going to be okay?”
Saroia hesitated and then nodded. “Yes,” she said but there was something else in her voice. “Four goblins managed to impregnate her before we rescued you both; monsters with the Multiple Impregnation talents are the worst. We got rid of the monster children, of course, but it was terrible that they were able to get so far into the hive without being caught.”
Erlea waited until the older bee found a seat and sat down.
Saroia arched her back slightly to her wings were tight against the small of her back before draping straight down over the far end of the padded stool. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising. Her nipples were small, almost flat, but there was something purposeful in the movement, more bad news.
“She'll walk?”
Saroia stared for a second and then laughed. “Oh, bee. She's going to be fine. We all get pregnant, it's part of being a breeder.”
“You mean?”
“Sooner or later, we always lose the fight. It's just a matter of time, not if, some cock is going to be buried inside our bodies and we feel cum splattered against our wombs.” Her hand stroked her scarred belly.
Erlea mimicked the gesture, spreading her fingers along her taut belly and down to the smooth mound. Then, seeing Saroia watching her, she yanked her hand back. Her wings fluttered with her embarrassment. She didn't know what to say, so she said, “You've had children?”
“Monster babies? Oh yeah. Hundreds probably. We hunters always have it worse. Here at the hive, when you get raped, there are plenty of bees to kill the spawn before they can escape. Out there….”
Her voice lowered as her good wings flexed once. “Out there, there isn't someone to kill the monsters so you end up rolling on the ground, clutching your belly as some… creature grows inside you. Then hours later, your screams rip out of your throat as the little bastard crawls out and runs away to rape another Honningbie in a few days.”
Erlea's stomach twisted violently. She clutched her palm over her slit to protect it. The opening was still moist; she thought it would have dried up but hearing about being impregnated seemed to only increase the flames inside her. “That's so horrible.”
Saroia reached over and patted Erlea's leg dangerously close to where the younger bee clutched her sex protectively. “Yes, but it is important. Critically so.”
“H-How? How could be raped be good? Why would anyone leave the hive to have that happen?” Erlea's voice rose as she sat up to glare at the older bee.
Saroia sighed and slid her hand up to Erlea's belly. She gently but firmly pushed her back down against the bar. “Do you know what happens if monsters aren't culled?”
Warily, Erlea shook her head.
“They breed. They catch breeders wandering alone, bees like Lazia or beetles like Billie. Those breeders make more monsters who then find more breeders to make more. Soon there are thousands of them. When there that many, they get so horny they swarm the hive. Break down the walls, overcome the guards, and rape every living bee inside.”
Erlea thought back to how the goblins had swarmed over her. She had killed at least thirty of them and they still managed to catch her. Shuddering, she looked down at the warm hand pressing against her belly. She wanted to crawl under the bed or beg to join the crafters despite not having Transform.
She thought about the goblin again, the dark cock poised at Lazia's pussy. The dripping member looked slick, designed to rape helplessly bees. Her body shivered with desire and disgust.
Saroia chuckled and drew her hand down, her fingernails sliding close to Erlea's mons before down to her thigh. She sat down gently. “It isn't so bad.”
The younger Honningbie looked at her incredulously.
“It feels really good. I see it in your eyes, you were thinking about that goblin cock weren't you?”
A blush burned on Erlea's cheeks.
“How it felt as he grabbed your head and slammed his shaft into your mouth? I bet you can remember how it felt to choke on it. So much that you want it again, right?”
Her wings trembling, Erlea nodded with humiliation.
“That's like it all the time. The more powerful monster, the better the fuck. When you get up to the really big ones, it hurts so much and you can't stop coming….” Her voice trailed off for a moment. Her hand slipped along her thigh to cup her own sex. Then she looked up with wide eyes. “Which means you are in a very dangerous position right now, young bee.”
Stunned, Erlea could only stare at Saroia. Her eyes drifted down to where the elder bee's hand was cupping her sex. She wondered what it would be like to touch it herself, would it be soft and hot and moist like her own. Would there be that sticky liquid oozing out of her slit?
A flutter of heat raced along her body, pooling in her sex.
Saroia pulled her hand up. “You want to delay those thoughts as long as possible, Erlea.”
“W-What thoughts?” the younger bee tried to say sincerely but failed.
“About me. About Miere.”
The blush grew hotter.
“Honningbie have something called affinity. The monster that first rapes us is our affinity. For Lazia, it's a Green Goblin. For me, a Nightmare Ogre.” She shivered and her eyes grew unfocused for just a second.
She continued, “Affinity is terrible and great at the same time. Once you have it, those monsters will always be your weakness. Lazia will be vulnerable and easily stunned whenever a Green Goblin is nearby. If they attack, she'll already be ready for their cocks. Her pussy will be dripping with desire and a hunger inside her. She will practically surrender to them, to be fucked and raped and made pregnant every time.”
Erlea thought about the dark cock. Her body continued to grow warmer as she imagined it impaled her pussy, driving deep and filling her with the hardness. Would she glow when she finally came? Would she feel that salty liquid splash inside her? She moaned and rubbed her thighs together.
Saroia cleared her throat. Her legs parted slightly and Erlea thought she saw a blush on both sides of the woman's pussy. She was getting excited too. “The goblins will know that too. In a fight, they will rush her and take her down. It's good in a fight, enough affinity and the ones who can resist can slaughter them. We call that a ‘honey trap.’ However, eventually you get too many bees pregnant and you can't kill all the bastards before they escape. That makes more for the next attack. Or not enough bees resist and the hive is destroyed.”
Erlea tried to imagine a horde of goblins raping every bee in the hive. It sounded terrible but desirable at the same time.
“The worst part is the affinity limits you.”
“Limits?”
“You can never exceed the power of your rapist. Green Goblins are 125 point monsters. No matter how much Lazia trains, she will never be more than 125 points. Since most of the young Honningbies are about a 100 to 120, she is now near the peak for the rest of her life.”
Saroia sighed and pressed her legs together again. She took another deep breath before continuing. “Nightmare Ogre are 400 points. I hit that limit a few years ago, been unable to continue ever since. I had to keep hunting though, so when I tangled with a Spearhook—”
She pressed a finger against her ruined eye. “—the monster beat me and fucked my eye while another one raped me.”
Erlea almost threw up. Her wings quivered as she cringed at the thought.
“A Living Coil took out my arm, ripped it clean off as it was raping me. The spawn's blades tore into my womb but I was so far away that I couldn't get healing in time. It was ruined. I was ruined. But if the Coil was my first, I could have survived it.”
A tear sparkled in Saroia's eyes. “That's why I'm back at the hive. Even goblins could probably kill me if they raped me, though I'm so high level that I could easily kill hundreds if not thousands before that happened. However, there are always hordes out there, always a matter of time that all of us loses.”
Humming softly, Erlea reached out for her elder. Her soft hand slipped against the calloused grip of the more powerful warrior. “I'm sorry.”
“I know, but we need ones who stay virgins longer. We always need more powerful hunters and guards and crafters. The longer you can fight, the more powerful you can be and the better you can save the hive.”
“But, there are only goblins, rats, and low level monsters around us.”
Saroia shook her head. “No, not always. The more powerful monsters come less often but they come. Every few months, it's two hundred pointers. Beyond that, we've had two-fifties and even three hundreds invading. They are big and powerful and scary. They fuck so much harder. But the lower powered bees? They can't take those ogre cocks, the tentacles, and other beasts. They get pregnant, they always do, but those fucking babies tear out of them and leave nothing more than blood and gore behind. Or the monsters slaughter them as they drive their cocks inside and they never have babies.”
She sniffed. “The last time the Black Blobs came to this hive, only twelve Honningbies survived.”
The world swam around Erlea even as her insides were clenching with a disgusting mixture of horror and desire. She couldn't quite imagine the horror of seeing a violent pregnancy, but looking at Saroia's ruined eye and missing arm, she could too well imagine herself in the same position; having her arm cut off would destroy her as it destroyed Saroia.
She gulped. “So… so, I need to avoid getting raped to get more powerful?”
Saroia said, “Yes. Sooner or later, the goblins won't be a challenge. You won't gain any experience or strength. So you'll have to travel further away from home, out of the safety and healing of the hive. You kill, you gain power, and you'll keep doing it until you finally lose.”
She sighed for a moment. Her hand trembled against Erlea's thigh before inching up slightly toward her hip. It stopped after only a moment but it was enough to bring a rush of heat to Erlea's pussy. The older bee hummed for a moment. “Then, when you do have your limit, you keep doing it until you can't win anymore. Because every monster you kill out there won't survive long enough to come back here to the hive.”
Erlea sniffed as the fate of the hive rested on her shoulders. “I'm… I'm going to get raped far from home, aren't I?”
Saroia nodded sadly. “You are. You must so bees like Lazia won't be hurt. I know it's a lot to ask but—”
Thinking of Miere and Lazia, Erlea straightened. Somehow, knowing there were far more powerful monsters coming to the hive pushed her. She wanted to defend the others, to protect them from being raped and murdered. “Of course I'll do it.”
Saroia smiled softly. “You can say no, you know.”
Erlea gave a pained smile. “Not really, right? If I have the power, my RKA and Barrier, it would be foolish not to use those gifts. Sooner or later, I'm going to get bored and start wandering anyways, right?”
Saroia's eyes glistened as she nodded. Her wings fluttered. “Yes, that's what happened to me too. You'll need to fight, like Billie.”
Erlea smiled at her. “Then I'm going to kill monsters. Thousands, millions if I can.”
“Thank you. The whole hive will.”
The younger Honningbie didn't know how to respond. She sighed as her mind was filled with half-formed and vague cocks thrusting into her mouth and against her body. It was exciting and terrifying. She wanted to feel it, to enjoy that rush of her energy blasts but also the desire she felt when she saw Lazia raped. Would it be more intense with more powerful monsters?
“Yes,” came a reply.
“What?”
“You were wondering if it feels better with higher power monsters? Yes. They are,” she sighed, “so large and hot and hard. They are rough in ways that just make it more… satisfying and intense.” Her voice trailed off.
They both sat staring at each other for a minute, lost in thoughts of cocks and monsters. A sweet smell of honey flooded through the room.
Then Erlea thought about something Saroia said earlier. “You said something about my thoughts about you and Miere?”
Saroia cringed. “I know you and Miere are very… close.”
Erlea realized she shouldn't have brought it up. “I didn't mean—”
“Rumors are you are kissing.”
“Y-Yeah. I guess.”
“There is nothing wrong with bees loving each other.” Saroia's hand slipped up, almost reading for Erlea but then she pulled away and pointedly put it on her own thigh. “But don't make it your first. Or hers.”
“Why? It wouldn't be rape. Isn't that better?”
“The affinity is still there. Breeders don't do well with an affinity with other breeders. That desire you feel when you saw that goblin's cock?”
Erlea blushed even as the hot cock ran across her mind. She gulped, remember the salty taste and desire.
“That desire is to be bred, to get pregnant, and have monster babies. With a Honningbie affinity, you can't get pregnant so you may enjoy the pleasure but you can never sate that growing desire to be bred. It consumes us, drives us to insanity because every other monster will never satisfy that itch.”
“What will happens?”
“You rot. No more points for powers, no desire to fight. You are stuck in this moment where nothing will sate you. It will be like always thirsting but unable to drink. Most breeders with affinity to another breeder end up dead. It is the second worse thing that you can do.”
Saroia held up her hand. “But, after your first? Then nothing is wrong. You two can love each other until the end of days. It just won't keep you sated for long.”
She grinned. “Just try to lose to a roughly equal powered monster. It works better than one isn't more powerful than the other.”
Erlea gulped. “I… we can do that.”
“I know.” Saroia stood up. She stretched out her good wings for a moment. “I need to talk to Lazia. Please, enjoy yourself and get ready to adventure. You are the hive's hunter and you need to go out soon. We need you.”
Erlea watched the older bee leave. Just as Saroia was closing the door, she called out. “Second worse?”
Saroia stuck her head back in. “Your fingers, just now? That taste of your own pussy? Don't lose your virginity to yourself. That is the worst, a fate that no breeder should ever experience. At least until you've gotten an affinity. Then,” the smile grew wider, “it feels really good out in the fields.”
With a pained gulp, Erlea stared at the older bee who closed the door and walked away. She started to reach down to cup her sex but then held back.
She had to wait.