Chapter 6: Just a Little Lick

When Erlea finally got back to her room, she was exhausted but humming with excitement. Her wings beat against the air as she flew along the upper edges of the corridor, avoiding the other Honningbies as they went about their duties.

She looked like them now. Only a few hours in the healing chamber distracted her enough that she was more aware of how close in appearance all the Honningbies were. Even she had the same flared hips, large breasts, and honey-colored hair. The sameness gave her a sense of peace; she was only part of of a greater hive and she had her duties.

Saroia's words drifted through her thoughts, sticking to her mind like wax. She had a purpose now, to fight and kill and be fucked. Somehow, the idea of being raped wasn't as terrible as it was earlier in the day. Now she knew it would feel good and explained the longings that itched between her legs. She knew that she had to hold off losing her virginity, which meant that there was more than pleasure the longer she resisted.

Until then, she had to kill monsters without quarter.

A lip ghosted across her face. Part of her always wanted to exceed Saroia, to fight past the Living Coils and Spearhooks that had defeated the hunter. She had no doubt the former hunter knew that when she told about the limitations of her first rape.

Reaching her sleeping chambers, she set down on the ground and slipped inside. Her wings folded against her back and she felt herself arching her spine slightly just to feel the trembling ridges along her shoulders and buttocks.

Her home was simple like the rest of the hive: a large hexagon chamber on its side with a bed on one side and a working surface on the other. The table had been formed by the crafters, molded out of the waxy wall and shaped into a firm surface that could easily take her weight. The shelves were piled with little mementos that she had picked up in the forays out of the hive. Now, looking at them, she could see where she was already dreaming of setting out from the shelter of her home.

The curtain over the entrance had not settled into place before it was thrown aside. Miere rushed inside. “Erlea!”

The curvy bee flung herself into Erlea, wrapping her naked body around her until their breasts ground against each other and her hands could slip underneath Erlea's to hold her tight.

Erlea shivered with the warmth that flooded inside her. She tilted her head automatically, glancing at the falling curtain as she did. As soon as it settled into place, she leaned forward to let her lips caress against her friend's.

Miere hummed happily, her body shaking with her own fluttering wings, as she gripped Erlea's buttocks tighter and kissed back. She smelled sweet, like honey and cream.

Between them, their breasts squished against each other until the hard tips of their nipples caught against each other. The sensitive tip sent little flutters of heat coursing through Erlea's body, seeping into the space between her legs, her sex. She could feel the first tingles of excitement, the warning that her tightly-guarded entrance was loosening.

She gulped and broke the kiss.

Miere whimpered, her lower lip peeking out. “Oh, love, I'm so sorry. I had to run. I couldn't fight.”

“I told you to.”

“I know, but then Lazia and you were attacked. And then… and then….” Tears ran down the pretty bee's face.

Erlea smiled and used her thumb to wipe them away. “It's okay.”

“But they raped….” A sob ripped out.

“It happens.”

“No, it doesn't!” Miere tightened her grip on Erlea's hips, drawing her even closer until their bodies ground together and Erlea felt the slick mound of her friend's pussy press up against her own. The touch was electric, sensitive and intimate. The rippling heat grew even more intense.

Struggling with her own desires, Erlea smiled. “Saroia says it happens. Just not inside the hive that often.”

“Those monsters—”

“Green Goblins.”

“—they shoved their cocks into Lazia, they ripped her open. I heard she's pregnant, pregnant? By a monster!? How could—?”

Erlea pressed her finger against Miere's lips. “It's okay. She's fine. I got a chance to check on her when I was leaving. She'll be coming back to her chamber soon enough.”

“J-Just like that?” Miere looked at her with wide eyes.

“Yes. A few hours and it was over.”

Miere's shoulders slumped for a moment. Then she leaned forward to rest the side of her head on Erlea's shoulder. “Thank the hive. I was so worried for you.”

“You got help, you did the right thing.”

“W-What are we going to do?”

“Right now?” Erlea smiled and stroked Miere's hair. “We're going to relax and just cuddle.”

Miere looked up, a glint in her eyes. “I'd like that.”

“But, not fingers, okay? We have to not stick them anywhere.”

Her friend frowned but said nothing.

Together, they shifted to the bed. It was a bed made out of soft wax covered in a sheet. The fabric kept the bed from being too tacky but the it also gave a softness that molded to her body. A ridge rested along the middle; when Erlea slept, she would rest her belly against it so it would keep her buttocks high in the air and her wings free to flutter with her dreams.

Erlea sank down with Miere, their lips caressing. She reached up to cup the soft mound of her friend, stroking her thumb back and forth until she caught the hardened tip.

Miere inhaled and hummed, a smile on her lips as she started to knead Erlea's buttocks, pulling the firm cheeks apart and exposing both her tightly-sealed slit and her asshole to the warm, moist air of the hive.

With a moan, Erlea used her other hand to stroke along Miere's breasts, hefting each one as she rolled them along her palms. They were soft and smooth. Every time she ran her fingers along the crinkled tips, Miere would gasp and bring a rush of desire to Erlea's pussy.

Erlea knew that she couldn't go too far, but it was hard with the beautiful bee next to her. She gripped tighter, thinking about how the goblin had grabbed her head when he fucked her.

Miere tensed and then hummed. “Oh, that feels good.”

Erlea grinned and kissed her again, tasting the sweet honey on her friend's lips. “I like what you are doing too.”

“Really?” Miere grinned and griped tighter. The force that she spread Erlea's cheeks brought memories of the goblin's rough handling and the flutter of heat grew dangerously hot for a second.

Then Miere wormed her fingers into the crevice, stroking along sensitive flesh until she was stroking up and down the slight. “Oh, a little moist?”

Erlea found it hard to concentrate. She moaned into the heat, her body shaking as her wings responded to her desires. She rocked her hips against the questing fingers as she tried to think past a sudden haze of desire.

She dug her fingers into Miere's breasts and pulled her lover close to kiss her more passionately. Her tongue darted out and into Miere's mouth. It was soft and sweet, she couldn't do anything but clamp her mouth down and drink in the honeyed taste.

Miere's fingers were doing terrible things to her body. They couldn't get past the guarded entrance but the fingers sliding up and down the length were getting hard to ignore. They were also getting slicker with every stroke.

“Oh… oh, Miere… you have to stop,” whispered Erlea. She wanted to pull away but couldn't. She needed more, she craved it more than anything else. Reluctantly, she pulled her hands from the hard nipples and reached down to stroke Miere's thighs. She wanted to shove her fingers up into the moist slit but knew she shouldn't, she couldn't take her lover's virginity with Saroia's words still hovering in her thoughts.

Instead, she reached around the narrow waist to grip Miere's back and pull her close. “Oh, love,” she whispered into the kiss.

Miere's fingers caught her sphincter. The first tongue was electric, an intense sensation over sensitive skin. She used one finger to dip into the entrance, worming in slow circles as the tight opening started to relax.

Erlea whimpered softly. “Oh, we can't… we can't.”

“I want too,” whispered Miere back. “It's okay, I want to make you feel good.”

“You… are…” She was getting dazed, stunned as Saroia said it. Her desire fought against her need to submit. Gulping, she continued to pull Miere closer.

Then, she managed to find a bit of clarity. “No,” she said with a whimper. “We can't do this, not yet.”

Miere froze, her finger almost up to the first knuckle into the tight opening. It was maddening how much Erlea wanted to feel it deeper, to have it thrusting in and out. It was making her flushed and heated, her pussy growing moist with every passing second.

She managed to get enough willpower to pull away and twist her hips to dislodging the finger that impaled her. “No fingers. Please?”

Miere nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”

Neither said anything, their bodies ground to each other and their breath hot against each other's faces.

“What can we do?”

Erlea didn't know.

“How about a massage? I felt some scar tissues on your back from the attack. I could heal those.”

Nodding, Erlea slipped away long enough to roll over on her back. She propped the ridge against her hips and sank down. She felt exposed and vulnerable. The knowledge that her pussy and ass were easily accessed only added to the rush.

Miere grinned and ran her finger along Erlea's slit.

“Miere!”

Still grinning, she licked her finger. “Tastes sweet.”

“We're bees. Everything tastes like honey.”

“This is fresher though, a sweet taste like that cream they give our second day birthday.”

“Would you call it pussy honey?” Erlea grinned.

“Yeah, pussy. I like pussy.”

“Well, you need to keep your fingers out. For…” How did Erlea tell Miere that she couldn't until she had some monster capture her and rape her? How could she explain it? “N-Not until after you get pregnant for the first time.”

Miere reached down and spread Erlea's knees. “Here, it's easier this way.”

Erlea's heat grew as she felt herself being pried open, her buttocks spreading until her knees were resting on either side of her lover's body. She was losing herself to desire again.

Her lover stroked her hands along Erlea's thighs, moving up along the bump of her firm buttocks, and then along Erlea's back. The touch was warm and glowing, healing energy sinking into her body as Miere worked her fingertips into soft flesh and massaged the muscles.

“Oh… that feels good,” moaned Erlea. The heat between her legs rose and fell with the touches, but never to the dangerous point of having her entrance relax enough to allow intrusion. She closed her eyes and sank into the massage.

Miere worked in silence, her naked body occasionally bringing hard nipples to Erlea's thighs as she leaned into the strokes and then pulled back.

Fingertips stroked along Erlea's wings, along the sensitive ridges. The touch was light at first but then steadier as the hand held her wings in place.

A fluttering heat burst inside her and Erlea found it impossible to concentrate. She was lost in heated pleasure, her entire body shivering as the helplessness swam over her. Her hips rose up to match Miere's strokes, feeling how the bee girl had one grip on her wings and the other stroking her buttocks and back.

“So pretty,” whispered Miere. Her voice was low and husky. Her breath washed over Erlea's upturned buttocks and along the valley of her being. She could feel it against her asshole and slit, dangerously close.

“Miere—”

Miere gripped Erlea's wing tightly.

The burst of pleasure slammed into the hunter, stunning her as she let out a long moan of desire.

“I want to taste this.”

Erlea could do nothing as her friend lowered her mouth to the upturned sphincter. The hot touch of a tongue against her asshole was more than intense, it was a bolt of purest flame that coursed into her body. She was helpless to do anything about it as it pooled inside her.

Her body pushed up against it, moving with the inbred desire of a helpless Honningbie.

Miere ran the tip along the wrinkled opening and then pushed inside, sliding along the faint space her finger had made earlier. This time, it was slick and there was nothing stopping her as the bee lapped deeply.

Erlea cried out as she gripped the sheet. Her fingers dug into the waxy softness below. She wanted to tell her lover to stop, to do anything, but it was impossible as the heat beat against her.

With startlingly clarity, she felt her labia begin to part with desire. The wetness dribbled down her thighs as she lifted her hips, begging Miere to lap at more.

“Oh,” came the soft reply. The tongue slipped from Erlea's virgin ass and then down to the new opening. The touch of a tongue against her moist entrance exploded along Erlea's senses. Her world became nothing more than her lover's body and the boiling heat that raged inside her.

She needed it, craved it. She wanted to beg for Erlea to thrust her fingers inside, to plunge her deep and impregnate her. Sobbing, she sank further into desire as Miere's tongue swirled around the soaked folds that lined the entrance to her womb.

“So sweet.”

Erlea gasped and gripped tighter. She knew it was wrong, she knew that she had to stop Miere. The words refused to come out, only a low moan of desire and needed.

Her mind screamed at her to crawl away, to lash out with a RKA, or even use a Barrier.

Her body though, wanted it. Needed it. It shoved back with reflexive desire.

A finger stroked against her slit, stroking up and down. Miere giggled. “Wet too. I like this. It's sweeter and nicer, isn't it?”

Erlea gasped and shuddered. She pushed back against the tongue. The pleasure was rising inside her, like flying too high up the hive's walls. She felt like she was about to crest and then it would come crashing down.

She needed it. Her pussy grew even wetter. She could feel her honey pouring down from the entrance, soaking her thighs and the sheets underneath her. Unwittingly, she lifted her ass even higher and spread her legs. She needed it inside her.

“Your first time won't be a rape,” murmured Miere.

Saroia's words came crashing into her. Erlea couldn't lost her virginity to Miere, no matter how much she needed it. She tried to pull away but her body refused. It was in charge.

Gasping, she reached out for something, anything.

Her fingers only caught sheets as the hum grew wider.

Miere's fingers were circling along her entrance, only inches from plunging inside. They felt good, more than good.

Erlea almost just relaxed and begged for it to come. She couldn't stop herself, her lips were moving in silent entreaties for her lover to thrust harder into her willing body.

She forced herself to start mouthing “no, no” as she fought against her own desires. It was nearly impossible but she found a well of strength deep inside her that gave her enough willpower to keep chanting. Each reptition made it easier to dig deeper.

Something rose up inside her. It felt like magic, but it wasn't her RKA or a Barrier. It was something else, something far more richer and intense, an overwhelming promise of terrible things. She couldn't imagine anything beyond her RKA but it was something.

Erlea squeezed her eyes tightly closed. She was seconds from just surrendering to the fingers that were stroking along the inside her pussy, moving deeper with every stroke.

She had to stop Miere.

She had to.

For the hive.

For the greater good.

For everything.

She focused on the strange power, reaching for it with all her might. It filled her, a pulsating energy that hammered at her heart. It caused her body to ache as she felt her strength draining away, sucking into fueling whatever hidden talent she had manifesting.

Miere slipped one finger deeper as she moved her mouth back to Erlea's sphincter. With a moan, she lapped at the tiny entrance as pleasure assaulted Erlea's body.

Knowing she was about to lose, Erlea threw everything she could into whatever was happening. She clawed at it, throwing her own being into activating the unknown power.

The world rippled in front of Erlea, she could feel it scraping against her senses. The smell of burnt wax and honey flooded over her. When she felt something snapping in front of her, she snapped her eyes open.

Only inches away from her face was a portal of some sort. A shimmering, multicolored flame raged beyond the portal. It was memorizing but also scary. She had no clue what it was or even how she summoned it.

Then something reached out of the portal. It had long, scary-looking claws. The rest of the body came, a rat-like creature with black fur that sparked with embers of every color. Its tail was on fire, the same multicolored flames from inside the portal.

It stopped on her sheet. Its claws burned at the fabric and the wax ran around it. Sitting up on its haunches, it stared directly at her as if waiting for her.

Miere froze, one finger up to the first knuckle inside Erlea's pussy. “What's that smells?”

Erlea gasped. “S-Save me,” she managed to croak out.

The rat shook its head and seemed to collect itself. With a screech, it suddenly sprouted translucent wings and took off. It left behind a cloud of sparking smoke.

Miere stumbled back, yanking her finger from Erlea's pussy. “Erlea!”

The rat screeched again above Erlea. It was moving quickly, she could hear it circling the upper reaches of her chamber.

Still dazed, Erlea was helpless to do anything. She couldn't even turn to look up.

Her lover batted at at the rat, kicking at Erlea as she screamed out. “Monster attack!”

Erlea whimpered. The longing was still there, the hungry desire for cock to be rammed into her pussy. She could feel herself ready for it, only the anticipation rippled through her as she was caught. It wouldn't be coming, not with Miere fighting against the rat.

“Erlea, help! Help me!”

The rat screeched again, loudly. There was a burp and then the smell of burning wax.

“Fire! Monster!”

Wings buzzed loudly down the corridor as bees came. The first ones were the younger Honningbies. They arrived for only seconds before screaming and running away again.

The smoldering rat landed on the bed in front of Erlea. It opened its mouth to screech at her.

Erlea gasped as she stared at it. She didn't feel danger at all when she looked into the shimmering eyes. It felt like she had called it, summoned it somehow.

She was glad it saved her from losing her virginity to her lover. Well, not entirely glad that she wouldn't experience pleasure but she would have a chance to become a hunter still.

The rat exploded.

Most of the bed and wall underneath it vaporized from a RKA that blew a gaping crater into the chamber. The stench of fire and energy burned at her nose.

Her body flushed with desire, Erlea couldn't even flinch as she found herself looking down a smoking hole that had punched through at least four levels of the honeycomb. At the furthest end, a Honningbie looked up with surprise, one hand between her legs.

“Erlea!” It was Saroia. The older Honningbie knelt on the bed and pulled Erlea up. “Are you… stunned? How did you get stunned? The monster?”

Erlea tried to gather her wits. She gulped and shuddered.

Saroia reached down to cup Erlea's pussy. When her fingers squelched into the wet opening, her jaw tightened. She looked over her shoulder. “Miere?”

“W-We were just—”

The older hunter interrupted her. “Everyone out. Now!”

Erlea regained some of her wits. She looked up in time to see Honningbie guards starting to force the gathered bees away from her chamber.

Saroia peered at Erlea. “Did she get to you?”

Erlea worked her lips, trying to form words. It took her a moment but only a hum came out.

“Did you see a glow?”

Moving was easier now. Erlea shook her head. She gulped and then manged to whisper, “N-No, the… rat came… appeared… before she got her fingers too deep.”

“Oh, thank the hive.” Saroia pulled Erlea into a tight hug. “When I told you to be careful, you weren't suppose to go out and test your limits you know.”

Erlea sobbed. “I-I didn't mean to. We were just kissing and then she offered to massage me. The next thing I knew it, she was holding my wings and licking my ass. It was… it was too much.”

“I bet it tasted sweet,” Saroia said absently. Then she jerked and looked guilty. “She stunned you, didn't she?”

Bashfully, Erlea nodded. “My wings.”

“I'll give her the talk. Then, tomorrow, I'm pulling you out of guard training.”

Erlea frowned and looked around. “Why? I'm sorry, I didn't—”

“Because you just used Summon to bring that Burning Rat to you.”

“Summon?” She remembered Saroia saying it was a rare talent during training.

“I don't know anyone so young who could summon creatures. That makes you… well, it is even more important that you don't lose your virginity. I can't summon myself but tomorrow, we need to get you trained. Oh, Bee, you have so much potential now.”

Erlea glanced at the shut curtain. “What about Miere? I'm sure she didn't mean it.”

“I'll talk. I'm sure she'll understand.”

Somehow, Erlea didn't think she would.