Erlea groaned as she regained consciousness. All three of her orifices—mouth, ass, and pussy—ached from giving birth to whatever creature had swallowed her. There were matching prickles of discomfort along her esophagus, bowels, and deep inside her womb. Whatever had bred her had also been less than gentle as the newborns forced their way outside.
She took a deep breath and breathed in the scent of fresh wood smoke and burning wax paper. It was the scent of freedom that pushed back the flashbacks of Caracas and the Shucks to the back of her brain. Muscles she didn't realized had tensed relaxed and she slumped against the waxy hassock that made up her bed.
“Love?”
Erlea's wings fluttered slowly as she looked up to see Miere kneeling in front of her. The Honningbie's wings beat slowly as she peered down. “Y-Yeah,” she said and pushed herself up.
Behind her, Gral made a grunting noise and she felt his heavy footsteps walking away.
Miere kissed her. “I'm glad you are safe.”
“Did you get whatever caught me?”
“It was a Prairie Worm. Yes, but Gral made sure we let one of them free before we killed the others.”
Billie scoffed as she came around. She knelt heavily on the waxy ground. “That Orc Chief is a pain in the ass.”
“I also restore the System. You kill one, we replace one.”
“Yes, but I'd rather kill all of them.”
“Because you aren't on the random encounter charts. It will take a while for the creature to be a threat again and we'll be long past.”
Erlea tried to push herself up further but her limbs were too weak. She slumped back, crushing her breasts.
“Here, let me,” Billie said as she grabbed Erlea by the tit and shoulder and held her up into a kneeling position.
“Thank you. Did it spit me out?”
Billie scowled. “No, I came in after you. That was… disgusting. There was slime everywhere and I think half of the tentacles were buried in your body.”
Erlea's pussy grew hotter at the thought of the tentacles raping her again. The pleasure was intense as she was filled up with the creature's young.
Billie smirked. “Yeah, yeah, it's all fun and games when you are balls deep. At least you don't have to worry about affinity with those. I'm not sure I could handle a second round inside there.”
Erlea cocked her head. “Second?”
Billie's carapace grew darker and she looked away. “I… might have gotten caught once. It was… nice though I never want anything that far up my ass again.” She rocked her hips. “It was thrusting really deep and I had to shit out eggs for at least twenty minutes.”
Erlea squirmed.
Gral stopped at the entrance. “I'll be back in about an hour.”
Billie leaned back to look at him. “Why? We have enough food.”
He gestured down to his throbbing cock. It was threatening to burst his trousers. “Your… sleeping positions are very distracting. As it seeing you all being fucked. I need to deal with this and soon, so I'm going to go out there with my fell monsters and see if I can relieve the pressure.”
The Kever frowned. “Didn't Tira offer to help?”
“She's doing patrols and I can't wait.” He frowned. “Don't worry, I'll be back. Hopefully a little less of a dick.” With a grin, he pushed himself out of the hive and into the darkness beyond.
They all stared at the entrance for a long moment.
Then Billie sighed. “Your blasts threw me clear of the Prairie Worm's tentacles. I landed safely but then were attacked by the creature's outer tentacles. It took us a while to kill it, by then, you were already bred.”
“Did he really let one go?”
Billie cocked her head and looked back at the door. “Yes, but exactly one. He is… exactly who he says he is. I think I understand it. Don't like it, but understand.”
“So, you forgive Tira and I for bringing him along?”
Billie narrowed her eyes. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she grunted and shrugged. “I never thought there would be a monster sharing my food, but there he is. He has managed to keep his dick out of her pussy for days, somehow managed to violate Miere and still honor his oath.”
The other Honningbie squirmed and cupped her sex. “He was really thick, it hurt. But, I didn't get pregnant; I don't think I could have survived either of them.”
Erlea shifted closer. “Need me to kiss it?”
Miere's wings buzzed. “Yes….” she said with a smile.
Then she crawled over and stretched her body up against Miere's. Their large breasts bumped together and then slid along each other until they were tight to each other.
Miere caught Erlea's kiss passionately, drawing her in as their wings buzzed with their passion. Slender hands slid along Erlea's back, caressing her wing joints, even as she reached out to cup Miere's pussy with one hand and hold her tight with the other.
“Oh, Love,” moaned Miere.
Erlea stroked and kissed until their breath steamed between them. Then she pushed her lover back and moved her mouth down, caressing her lips along the curve of Miere's breast and then down to one aching nipple. She sucked on it, lightly at first but then harder.
Miere let out a cry as her body arched against Erlea's. It wasn't an orgasm but almost one. Her delicate fingers stroked through Erlea's honey brown hair before pulling her mouth tight against the hard nipple.
Sucking, Erlea worked her hands down to crevice at Miere's hole, one hand cupping from in front and the other stroking back and forth along the pucker of the bee. Both openings were soft and pliable, begging to be bred.
In the back of Erlea's head, she knew Miere would never experience an orgasm again. It cooled their passion, but she forced herself to bring as much pleasure to her lover as possible.
Together, they writhed and touched. Erlea worked her fingertips into both holes and teased them, thrusting in and out as she felt Miere's pleasure rise but never crest.
Soon, they were up against the hassock, Erlea holding Miere against the waxy surface as she buried her face between her lover's legs. Her tongue lapped through the honey and juices, drinking deeply as she teased everything she could.
A spasm told her where Miere would have had an orgasm but then there was nothing but a flood of juices. Then another and another. Each one fired and faded with a whimper, her affinity refusing to let her experience an orgasm ever again.
It was a glorious eternity before Miere pushed her away.
Erlea didn't want to. She clamped her mouth down on Miere's hard clitoris and sucked and worked her tongue against it until she felt every muscle tensed.
Then fingers intertwined with her hair and pulled away.
Erlea let herself separate. Thick strands of honey and juices clung to her lips and tongue and connected her to her lover.
“Your turn,” whispered Miere.
Erlea tried to protest but she was too weak when Miere pushed her up against hassock and then bent her over it. Having her pussy and ass exposed brought whimpers of pleasure which Miere didn't hesitate to take advantage. Before Erlea could settle into place, she had a hot mouth lapping at her asshole and three fingers thrusting into her cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned as her orgasm ignited through her body. It was followed by a wave of guilt as Miere fingered both her nether openings with her fingertips, but it was hard to feel anything else with an orgasm building inside her.
Tira appeared in front of her, her body becoming visible in a shower of dust being blown away. She sat down, her pussy visible and very pink with her excitement. She had one finger sliding along her slit that was beginning to spread open in a flood of citrus flower. “You two are so beautiful, mind if I watch?”
Miere pulled her face away from Erlea's cheeks with a smack. “If she doesn't mind, I don't. I want you to see her come.”
“I can't come anymore… oh, fuck, oh fuck….” Erlea's body tensed as she was licked and fingered into another orgasm., It seared through her body, a hot pleasure that radiated form her abused woman to the delicate pleasures that assaulted her tight sphincter.
Tira lifted her hand to Erlea.
The Honningbie grasped it tightly as another wave of pleasure assaulted her senses. She moaned, storing directly int the moth's eyes as she let the pleasure slam into it in endless waves.
“By the ferns, you two are so beautiful. I would I could been right in there with you.”
Miere gave one last long lick, from clitoris to asshole. Then she smacked her lips. “Tastes like honey.”
Erlea shivered with pleasure. She may be almost mortally injured, but there was something like having the delicate touch push back as all the fear and anxiety. She felt… good, she felt ready to take on the world.
Tira leaned forward, her nipple sticking out from the fur lining her top. “Do you think I could have a chance?”
“Just ask her.” Somehow, the idea of sharing Miere's talented tongue and fingers didn't bother Erlea, but she didn't want to force her lover into anything she didn't want to.
“I'm asking both of you.”
“Why…?” Erlea looked into Tira's eyes. There was naked lust on them and she didn't think Tira was going to be sated with just one Honningbie's honey." She shivered at the look. “I-I don't know, Miere?”
Miere gave Erlea's pussy and ass another lick. “If you don't mind.”
“I-I don't. Just let me tell Billie….”
She didn't see the beetle girl anywhere. “Where is Billie?”
Tira shrugged. “She wasn't here when I arrived.”
A prickle of concern washed over Erlea. She pushed herself up into sitting position. “Where's Gral?”
“Not here. I heard him heading to the north but I wanted to get inside first. Is there a problem?”
Erlea frowned. “I…. I don't think so, but I want to check.”
Tira stood up. “I'll come with—”
“No, keep Miere safe.”
Tira raised an eyebrow.
Erlea stood up, juices dribbling down her thigh. She looked at her lover and saw nothing but love in her eyes. “Do you think you could play with Tira until I get back? It should be only a few minutes.”
There was no hesitation but Erlea could see the longing in her lover's eyes. Miere wiped Erlea's juices from her face. “Hurry back.”
The last thing Erlea wanted to do was leave but Billie and Gral out in the dark at the same thing seemed like something she should worry about. “I will, I promise.”
The last thing Erlea saw before leaving was Tira settling onto the hassock, her bare ass and pussy presented to Miere. And then her lover giving Erlea a long, lust-filled look before she pressed her mouth against the moth breeder.
“Fuck,” echoed through the hive as the opening closed.