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Honeybee

 

 

“Doc?” mumbled Pvt. Jones behind him.  “What happened, Doc?”

 

“I don’t know,” Joseph said, stepping back from the flower.  He watched the feeler vines rise up and begin to wrap around the closed petals.  At first, the doctor thought the buzzing sound was coming from the flowers as their feeler vines wrapped tight around the couples fucking inside them; but the buzzing continued and increased in decibel after the vines came to a stand still.

 

“I don’t know what happened, Private, but I have a feeling it’s about to get a lot worse,” Doctor Joseph Pendergast said, looking into the woods on the other side of the flower women.

 

Private Michael Jones looked toward the forest as well, staring into lightening shadows as the sun slowly rose above the trees.  He never noticed the scientist quickly gather up his clothes and rush into the trees that they had come through to begin with.  The soldier only turned when he heard a branch snap in the distance behind him; but by that time, Dr. Pendergast had already disappeared in the woods.

 

Michael almost took off running, but looked toward the oncoming buzzing noise first and saw he had no time to do so.  A creature from his own nightmares came flying out of the wood right for the small group of flowers.  He quickly hid behind one of the flower girls and watched this monstrosity move into the light as it neared the first of the passed out flower girls.

 

Before reaching the light, the creature turned its back on the soldier and landed at the farthest flower girl that was dozing.  Michael could tell quickly that the creature looked just like it had sounded.  The alternating golden and black stripes looked just like those of a bee on Earth, but the fact that the back was up right, as if the giant bee was standing up on its rear legs.

 

The thorax of the bee came to what he knew must be a stinger, which gave the soldier the most fear.  Since being stung on earth as a boy, he had learned early that he was allergic to the effects of bee venom; and considering the size of this creature, Michael guessed that its stinger would be long enough to go straight through him.

 

As he watched from his hidden position, Michael saw the giant honeybee lean forward and caught sight that caused his penis to begin to rise.  The bee wasn’t standing on a pair of extremely skinny legs like a normal bee.  The legs he now saw the back of were the shapely legs that were found on a woman, albeit with gold and black stripes.

 

When the creature was fully bent over the flower girl, he could see that the legs did indeed belong to a woman.  Her sex was in clear view and she was definitely a woman.  The bee woman stood up and turned slightly, giving a sideways view of her breast.  The private watched as the girl tied a small pot to a type of belt on her waist before she turned all the way around.

 

Michael remained still as he watched the bee girl walk daintily over to the next sleeping flower girl and pulled another pot off her waist.  The female insect leaned over at the waist once more and the soldier watched as she placed the pot next to the flower woman’s mouth.  He barely heard the bee whisper the word “Alraune” toward the flower woman while she held the pot in place and the flower woman’s lips began to drip copious amounts of her nectar into the pot.

 

When the pot was full, the bee girl stood up while putting the pot to her own lips.  To Michael, it looked like she was spitting on it; but when she withdrew the small pot a second later, there was a waxy covering over the top.  When the bee moved toward the next flower girl, the sleeping woman’s eyes began to flutter open.

 

The bee apparently saw this and moved quickly to the flower woman’s prone form and did her work to collect another pot full of nectar.  When she stood up, the flower woman’s eyes opened fully and she began to rise.  Private Jones only noticed that all the flower women were waking up at the same time when the one he was hiding behind slowly stirred and began to rise up off the ground on her flower stalk.

 

Too late to find another hiding spot, he slowly stood up and looked at the bee girl as she gazed at his still naked form.  He saw a moment of fear on her face before it simply disappeared in a serene and pleasant smile.  He stood there, his legs frozen with a touch of fear and a bit of lust at the gorgeous womanly figure that stood before him.

 

The bee woman’s hair was long and golden like her stripes and her face also had a golden tan to it.  Her arms, torso and legs had the same golden and black stripes as her thorax did, the black stripes crossing across the parts of her womanly figure like strips of cloth in just the right places for a mockery of modesty.

 

Her breasts were not overly large, but they were larger than the average woman’s chest; and her nipples stood out proud, as if she were aroused.  Her waist was a little thinner than her hips and upper body, but the hourglass shape accentuated her beautiful hips as she walked toward Michael.  Her calves looked as strong as her legs, as well did her arms as they seemed to mess with the pot that she had just sealed with wax.

 

He didn’t notice that the scent from the flower girls was filling the air once again and that it was affecting his body’s response to the beautiful but dangerous looking woman walking toward him.  When the bee woman reached him, she brought up one hand and pressed it to Michael’s chest while her other hand came away from the now open pot and grabbed his crotch.

 

The slippery substance of the flower nectar was liberally spread along his hard cock and Michael lost all fear of the bee girl that was now manipulating his manhood.  As she stroked him, she moved all the way up against his body and pressed her breast against his chest as her hand slid around behind his neck.  The flower nectar quickly soaked into his skin and caused his balls to swell with seminal fluid.  He moaned as she moved her mouth closer to his for a kiss that he was willing to receive.

 

Suddenly, the bee girl let him go and spun around and he caught a glimpse of a green vine swing through the air past the bee girl.  With her back to him, Michael saw a red welt rising against her flesh where the vine had apparently attacked the woman from behind.  The bee girl rose quickly in the air, her wings that had been folded now spread wide and moving so quickly that they buzzed.

 

The soldier watched as the bee girl rose above the flower while the feeler vines reached up to catch or hit her.  The flower girl had a look of extreme anger, and the other three flower girls looked on with a bit of anger of their own.  Michael suddenly had an idea and grabbed one of the vines when it came near him.

 

The flower girl looked down at him with anger in her face but it quickly changed to an appearance of wanton hunger.  She reached out her arms for him and sent several of her other vines out to him.  Private Jones wasn’t letting his lust rise as he was mad again at the loss of the beautiful woman that was about to be his.  He grabbed at the other vines and brought them all together and began to wrap them around one another.

 

A massive knot was soon holding all the feeler vines together and the flower girl looked totally distraught at the situation.  Her vines rose up before her and she took the knot in her hands and held them close to her body.  Michael felt sadness toward the girl when she began to weep; but his sorrow was gone when he felt a pair of hands grab underneath his arms from behind and he was lifted off the ground.

 

The loud buzzing in his ears told him that the bee girl had picked him up and was carrying him off.  As she sped through the woods, dodging branches and vines all around the forest, Michael wondered where he was now.  Still naked and without any of his gear, he had no idea which way would lead back to the compound.  The fact that the other three soldiers were now trapped inside flower pods and being fucked into who knows what kind of oblivion wasn’t lost on his perception either.  He had no idea how he was going to explain the situation when, or even if, he ever got back to the base.

 

The bee girl came to a stop in mid-air and hovered above the ground while she set Michael down on his feet.  She then landed just a couple feet away from him and lifted the pot that she had opened earlier.  She poured out some of the nectar on her hand and tried to reach the spot on her back where the welt was showing an angry red color.

 

“Here,” Michael said, quickly walking over to her.  She jumped back at the sound of his voice and stood with the pot held close to her chest.  He stopped and held his hand out to her, palm up, and spoke softly to her.

 

“I can reach it for you.  Let me help you, okay.”

 

She stood there, her beautiful eyes staring intently at his, as if trying to read his mind.  She did not move forward, but she didn’t retreat either; so Michael thought he might still have a chance to help her.

 

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” he asked her, his voice still soft as he inched toward her just a little bit.  “I only want to help you.”

 

The bee girl looked at him and then down at his open hand.  She then put some more of the nectar on her palm and watched the naked man as she tried to reach her wounded back again.

 

“I can do that for you,” he whispered at her, but the girl still did not seem to trust him.  He watched her eyes to see if she was showing any idea of understanding what he was saying.  As she stared back at him, her features began to grow softer and a smile started to spread along her lips.

 

Soon, Michael was close enough to touch the woman with his arm extended; but to be safe while advancing on her he had kept pulling his hand closer to his body.  He saw that her eyes had a dreamy look on them and he slowly reached for the pot that she held close to her chest.  The back of his fingers brushed the swell of her breast and he noticed that it was soft like a woman’s and not hard like an insects.

 

His fingers curled around the small pot and began to pull it away from her chest, and her hand reached out to his chest and slide up it.  He felt her fingers move over his shoulder and around his neck as her other hand came from around her back, where she had been trying to reach the wound.  It still dripped the nectar, and she used it to lubricate his cock again as she played with it.

 

Michael had planned on taking the pot from her and applying the nectar to her wound from behind her; but as her hands pulled on his neck and his cock, he moved up to her front and put his arms around her body.  He felt a light buzzing, as if her whole body made the buzzing that her wings created, just at a lower level.  As she pulled him even closer to her body, he could distinguish the sensation of the buzzing changing speed and tempo in a strange and somewhat erratic way.

 

He felt her head come to rest on his shoulder and her lips kiss on his neck while he looked over her shoulder and started applying the nectar lightly to her wound.  Almost instantly, the red welt changed color to almost match the rest of her black and gold stripe skin.  Michael had started off rubbing the silky smooth liquid on her back but now his hands rubbed sensuously along her skin, spreading the nectar everywhere that he reached.

 

Soon, the bee girl’s body was buzzing louder in his arms and he found that it may have an erratic pattern, but it was having an erotic effect on his body.  Her hand continued to rub up and down his now erect cock with a slow deliberate stroke.  His hands slid down her back and around the start of her thorax and to her hips.  He didn’t want to stop the pleasure she was giving him, but he did want to return it, so he stepped back just a single foot and held up the pot for her to see it.

 

She smiled at him and took the pot.  She then brought it to her lips and tilted the pot a little and thought he heard her slurp some of the nectar.  She then lowered it and offered it to Michael.  He took it and followed her sample and felt his head go fuzzy with desire as it crossed his tongue and ignited the taste buds.

 

She then took the pot back from Michael and held it up to the side of his head.  He looked stared at her as he felt the honey drip out of the pot and onto his skin as she poured it on him.  Her other hand reached up and took the pot over to his other shoulder and began to pour it there.  As the fluid oozed down his front and back, the bee girl began to rub her hands over his chest, spreading the nectar all over his skin, raising the flames of lust in his mind even higher.

 

His own hands, still slippery with the nectar he had spread on her wound, reached up to her chest and began to rub the substance into her flesh.  He could feel her buzzing beneath his fingers and wondered if that buzzing felt as erotic to her as it did to his fingers.

 

Her eyes closed as he rubbed and caressed the nipples with the nectar.  She leaned in and kissed Michael deeply when his hands moved to her hips, pressing the hard points of her breast into his chest.  He found her tongue to be just as a bee’s tongue.  It was extremely long and slender, but it had the ability to probe all around his mouth and wrap around his own muscle.

 

His hands did not move around her waist, but moved to return the favor that her hands had done to him earlier.  As soon as his nectar covered fingers touched her nether lips, the bee girl jumped and her internal buzzing completely stopped.  Her whole body froze as his fingers caressed her labia and slid just a little between them and up to her clit.  As soon as he touched it, spreading more than a drop of the nectar on it, the bee girl’s buzzing resumed with force.

 

She broke the kiss and pulled away a little bit from Michael.  His eyes grew big when he saw a feral look on the woman’s face.  He had a quick second to worry that he may have over stepped the boundaries by touching her there; but he had no chance to try and apologize for the possible mistake.

 

The bee girl gave him a hard shove in the chest while one of her legs quickly wrapped around his thigh.  As he lost his balance, the bee girl’s wings started beating fiercely and slowed down his fall.  When he landed on the ground, the woman landed just right atop his body and quickly thrust her hips so that he was instantly buried inside her pussy.

 

Michael’s first thought was of heaven, believing that he had finally found it.  Her insides were hotter than he had ever felt before, and they gripped and sucked at his erection harder than he had felt with the flower girl earlier.  As she now moved her hips, rising and falling on his cock, he could feel the internal buzzing excite the nerves on the head of his dick even more.

 

She continued to impale herself on his dick, her mouth open wide, the sound of her internal buzzing echoing off the trees around as she let her pleasure be known.  Michael felt the start of an orgasm begin and tried to hold off from his release to make it last, but the honeybee refused to relent in her pursuit for pleasure and just thrust harder and faster on his erection.  The motion sent his balls into overdrive and they released his load deep into her demanding sex.

 

She never slowed down as she rode out his orgasm.  The constant motion felt like it was ripping Michael’s orgasm from his body, and though it was just slightly painful, he couldn’t help but grunt and thrust with her.  When he was spent, he thought maybe she would stop too, but her body did not stop moving.  Her hips continued to fuck away at his erection, not allowing it a chance to deflate.  If anything, his orgasm just gave her more energy to keep riding his body to her own orgasm.

 

Michael lay there beneath her, feeling sore from the previous day’s fucking and now being fucked by this honeybee after fighting with the flower woman that had fucked him all day before.  He looked up at her and she looked back at him, still with a feral look in her eyes.  She closed her mouth and smiled down at him, but her eyes showed that there was a need that still hadn’t been met yet.

 

Her long and very slender tongue slid out from between her lips and reached to Michael’s bare chest.  She started to lick around it, lapping up the nectar that was spread on it.  Ever so often, it would reach one of his nipples and coil around it with the tip.  Though it tickled, Michael still found it arousing.

 

Every so often, her tongue would leave his chest and come to his mouth and push into it.  He would accept the tongue and taste the nectar that she had lapped up and it would give his body the rush to keep mating with her.  Soon, his balls contracted once more as another orgasm began to rush from his balls.  The honeybee sank down hard on his cock and took him in all the way to her cervix.

 

She rocked her hips back and forth, and the walls of her pussy pulsed and buzzed around his dick in a way that he didn’t know was possible.  When he fired his first shot of his second orgasm into her, she sat still and her buzzing became one steady pace.  He felt her body shake as her buzzing increased to a pitch that didn’t seem possible.  Her internal walls milked his cock of every last drop as her orgasm continued.  Soon, he was spent once again while her body still shuddered above him.

 

After another minute, she seemed to calm down and lowered her body down onto his.  She lay there above his body, her breathing deeply as his body finally began to relax.  He reached his arms up to her waist and caressed his way around her waist.  He was suddenly reminded of her physical difference when he felt the bulge where her thorax connected just above the woman’s ass.

 

After a few moments of soaking in the afterglow of such a wonderful rut, Michael reached up and caressed the honeybee’s face.  She looked at him and smiled with satisfaction.  Her buzzing, which had been slow, picked up pace and took on the strange variations it did earlier.  Her face watched his, a curious look on it.  As he looked at her, the soldier felt her vibrations intensify for a brief second as her eyes narrowed and the calm down as her eyes went back to curious looking.

 

“Are you trying to communicate?” he asked her.  She smiled at him for a brief second and then used her wings to pull herself up.  When she was on her feet again, she put one hand on her chest, between her breast, and he barely heard her buzzing.

 

“I don’t understand,” he said as he stood up.

 

She walked over to him and took his hand in hers.  She held it to her chest in the same spot and pressed it hard there.  Until she pressed it there, she was not buzzing, but once she applied pressure, he felt her internal vibrations under his hand.  After that, the buzzing stopped and she released his hand.

 

“Bzz bzz bzzzzz bzzz,” he copied the sound with his mouth.  He looked at her face when he made the sounds and saw the look of excited joy cross her features.  Before, she had been beautiful, now she appeared to him like a model of perfection.  “Is that your name?”

 

Her face got a curious look on it as she apparently didn’t understand what he was trying to say.  The soldier then decided to rely on something he remembered seeing in a movie that he thought was hilarious at the time.  He took her hand in his and pressed it to his bare, yet sticky, chest and said, “Michael.”  He held back his chuckle as he pressed his hand to her chest and copied the earlier sound he made, “bzz bzz bzzzzz bzzz.”

 

She then smiled and pressed her hand to his chest while he kept his hand to hers and focused her internal buzzing once more.  It was a high pitched, yet short buzz followed by a little bit of a longer and slightly deeper buzz.  He stood there for a second with a curious look as she repeated the sound over and over again.  Soon it began to sound something almost like his name.

 

“Yes, Michael,” he said, a smile on his face as he looked at her.  She smiled back at him and jumped at him, throwing her arms around his neck.  He returned the favor and felt her legs rise up and wrap around his hips again.  He thought she might be trying to mount him again, even though his cock didn’t seem to want to rise to such an occasion; but instead, her buzzing increased in a loud pitch and he felt his feet leave the ground.

 

He carefully slid his arms around her waist and held on for the ride as she raced through the trees.  He snuggled his face into her skin and found he enjoyed the scent of her body, especially as it had a mixture of his sweat and the nectar on it.  His mind drifted as droning buzz from her wings lulled him into a light sleep.  He woke up when he felt the angle suddenly change.

 

He looked over the honeybee’s shoulder and that he was at level with tree trunks that were moving down and he then looked up to see that she was flying straight up.  Michael quickly closed his eyes, knowing that looking down would only make his head swim with the possible distance that they may have already traveled up this high.  Soon, she slowed down and seemed to hover in place.  After a few seconds and her body buzzing louder than her wings, they moved forward and Michael saw the entrance of a cave surround them.

 

He saw several more female honeybees standing at the entrance, guarding it, and he figured that was what his lover had been buzzing about.  She had been explaining him to them.  He held her tighter and kissed her lightly on the neck to show his appreciation and he felt her grip him back while her body’s buzzing made the sound like his name.

 

Soon, the honeybee stopped and Michael’s feet touched the ground.  The strange material under him seemed strong enough to hold his weight, but it felt like it was only paper thin.  The honeybee let go of him and stood in front of him and stared sadly at him.

 

“Is something wrong?” he asked her, forgetting that she couldn’t’ understand him at the moment.  As soon as he spoke, he remembered that small difference and hung his head in sadness.  Honeybee touched his shoulder and he looked up at her.  She grabbed both of his shoulders and turned him around to see something that he should have expected.

 

Michael saw a taller and svelter woman honeybee standing with four very strong looking honeybee women guarding her.  He tilted his head up as the taller woman walked up to him, her face showing no sign of emotion as she looked him up and down.  Her steps were graceful but her body language was one of someone that didn’t take likely to anyone not doing as she said.

 

When she was a couple of steps away from the soldier, he saw her look over his shoulder and heard her buzzing.  He then heard the buzzing behind him and found he could recognize when the honeybee that brought him said his name.  The queen honeybee looked at Michael and smiled a little as she took one more step up to him.  She reached out her hand and placed it on his bare chest and left it there.

 

He wondered what she was expecting as her face suddenly looked confused.  She then took his hand and pulled it to her chest, placing it squarely between her very large breasts.  He could feel the constant buzzing underneath her skin before she removed it and then placed his hand back on his chest, where he could only feel his own heart beating a very fast pace.  But it was nothing like the buzzing in the chest of these honeybee women.

 

“I don’t understand,” he said softly, but he feared it was the wrong thing to do.  The queen quickly stepped back and two of her guards quickly stepped between her and Michael, their thorax bent between their legs and stingers pointed in his direction.  He stood perfectly still, his body locked in place with fear that he was about to be killed by the giant bees.

 

Michael hung his head down and looked at the floor he was standing on.  He felt stared at the wax covering and waited to the stingers to penetrate his skin.  He saw a pair of feet come into view and jumped when he felt a soft hand touch his cheek and caress down to his chin.  He allowed it to lift his face up so that he could look into the queen’s eyes once more.  He saw her smiling down at him and, at this very close proximity, felt as well as heard her buzzing.

 

The honeybee that brought him then pressed close to his back and her arms reached around his chest.  He could feel her buzzing throughout his body and the vibrations stirred up memories of their coupling in the woods.  His dick began to rise at the perverted thoughts and the queen looked approvingly at his erection.  She stepped up and pressed the soldiers between her and the honeybee drone that had found him.

 

Their vibrations raced through his body and he could feel it in his balls.  The queen’s hand reached down to his cock and began to lightly caress it as her other hand held his head pressed to her chest.  As she stroked him, he had the sense that the queen and drone were having a conversation about and through him.

 

Their buzzing went back and forth through his body, and the four hands that were caressing everywhere they touched inflamed his desire to have sex with them.  The pressure of their bodies pressed on each side of his kept him from being able to move, except for his arms.  He didn’t know why he did it, but Michael reached his arms back and caressed the thighs of the drone that had brought him here, instead of around the queen’s body pressing hard to his front.

 

After a moment, the queen stopped stroking his hard-on and lifted his head again by the chin to look up at her.  He felt her vibrations as she tried to buzz his name and then she buzzed the same sounds that he came to understand as the drone’s name.

 

As the queen stepped back, the drone’s arms tightened around Michael’s chest and he was lifted off the floor again.  He watched as she flew deep into the giant honeycomb, several spaces filled with thick globs of honey, and a few completely sealed up with dark shapes moving around inside them.

 

Soon, the honeybee slowed down and then hovered into an open comb where she set him down.  Michael turned to face the worker bee and saw her smiling excitedly at him.  She stepped up to him and placed her hands on each side of his face and pulled him in for a tender kiss.  As he willingly returned it, he slid his arms around her slender waist and pulled her close to him.

 

Before long, Michael felt her inner thighs slide up his legs as she rose up and latched her body onto his.  She kissed all over his face gently and her hands caressed his neck and shoulders in the most loving manner.  He returned the caresses with his own touches.  His fingers made their way up and down her back, sliding along her body in the most gentle caresses he could think of.

 

Soon, his legs began to strain at holding her up in the middle of the comb and he walked backward to a wall and felt the tilted angle of the floor.  He leaned back slowly and felt her wings vibrate so that she would help him make the way to the floor softly.  When he was finally on the floor, Michael felt her lips kiss along his cheek and neck, as he did the same.

 

He saw motion out of the corner of his eye and looked toward the opening that they had flown into.  Several more worker bees were peering into the comb at the two lovers, their smiles very approving of the pair.  As he watched, their hands worked on the edges of the comb and he suddenly noticed that the entrance was now a lot smaller than the comb itself.

 

He didn’t let their voyeuristic nature deprive him of the loving attentions he was enjoying, and Michael returned to kissing on his lover’s neck and up her jaw line.  He worked his way back to her lips and kissed her deeply as her hips began to slide back and forth.  He felt her pussy’s lips slide along his shaft, wetting it with her juices as she teased both him and herself.

 

Soon, he couldn’t take it any longer and took her hips in his hands and lifted them up so that his cock would be able to stand erect toward her.  She broke the kiss and looked at Michael with deep devotion as she positioned her hips until she felt the head of his cock begin to press between her lips.

 

The motion at the entrance caught his attention again and he turned his eyes at the now much smaller opening to see several of the worker bees were placing jars inside the comb.  His lover looked at the entrance and then looked back at Michael and buzzed his name clearly for him to understand her.

 

When he looked up at her, he saw her face light up and thought he understood the next buzzing sound to mean good.  Then she slowly sank down on his shaft very slowly, giving them both a moment to luxuriate in the pleasure of the joining of their bodies and souls.  Soon, Michael was lost in the thought of sex with this beautiful drone and wanted nothing more than to remain with her for the rest of his life.

 

As it happened, that was exactly what she had planned.  Over the next several months, Michael and the drone remained secluded in the comb while she fed him from the honey pots that were placed into the comb regularly.  Every day was mixed with mating with this worker honeybee and slowly learning how to communicate with her through the many different buzzing sounds that she taught him.

 

Michael was never heard from again, but that is a different story, as we must now return to the horrors that the poor Doctor Joseph Pendergast got himself into after the flower women.

 

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