Haley Thistle
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Anemone the Queen Bee
🕑 Added 2022-05-04 19:00:05 +0000 UTC
You walk into the hive and look around, watching all the honey bees as they go about their business. The scent of honey is thick, even on the ground floor. You get into the elevator with your workmates and you are taken to the top floor. The scent has changed, it’s not as sweet but more perfumey, you find it attractive like burying your face in the neck of a lover.
As you wait in the lobby, you watch the secretary bee behind her desk. You’ve seen the bees from afar but never up close. You can’t help but think they’re lovely. There’s something about them, so soft and elegant. You can’t imagine how lovely the queen must be.
The secretary calls to you and your team, letting you into the queen’s office. You walk in behind the others, peering over their shoulders as you see her stand up. You gasp softly, the queen is tall, towering over your two teammates. She’s beautiful and dressed in a long shimmering dress. The fluff around her neck is thicker than the other bees, dripping from her back. Her skin is pitch black, save for the yellow ombre on her arms. Her abdomen is longer than the other bees and pointed. Her wings flutter for a moment then fold against her back against. Her dark eyes look over your teammates and then land on you.
“Is this all you bring me?” She asks and with one of her four hands reaches out and grabs you, pulling you to the forefront and offering you a comfy chair near the desk.
You’re stunned, nearly lovestruck as she touches you and sees to your comfort.
Your teammates exchange nervous glances and they start on the meeting. They introduce their insurance plans and their intentions to help protect the hive as well as her colony. You can’t help but notice that she looks bored like she has heard this whole spiel a million times before.
“We also offer policies specialized for families,” you reply and she glances at you.
Your boss laughs nervously and pats your shoulder. “But this is clearly a business,” he tells you. “She isn’t looking for a family plan.”
“No wait,” the queen slices a hand through the air and silence him. “This colony is not a business solely, sir,” she hisses. “If you knew anything about us you would know we are in deed a family first and foremost.” She then turns to you and smiles. “Tell me more, you understand.”
You take over the meeting, explaining to her the details of the plan and how it can be better for her than a regular business plan. She’s smiling at you as you speak, unlike when your boss was going on and on. After the meeting she takes your hand again and sees you to the door, thanking you for your time and kissing your cheeks.
When you leave the hive your boss chastises you and threatens you if you ever do such a thing again. You were only trying to help, you thought you did a good job. You had been so excited about this opportunity and now you feel like you’ll never get a chance like this again, let alone see the beautiful queen again.
When you go home you find flowers and a crate of honey on your doorstep. There was a card from the queen that not only thanked you for your help but invited you out to dinner the next day. Your heart pounds and you feel excitement and fear flood over you. You want to see her and she invited you out! But you have nothing to wear, especially nothing to wear to dinner with a queen.
You barely sleep that night as your heart continues to hammer as you think about it. You know it can’t be a date, no that would be ridiculous. Even so, just being alone with her was enough to give you the will to live until the world ended.
After you make coffee and breakfast you’re getting ready to go out to shop for a decent outfit when there is a knock at the door. You answer and a package is delivered to you as well as another card from the queen.
“Please, wear this tonight,” she starts off. “I’ll send someone to pick you. I’m very excited to see you this evening.” You squeal in excitement and open the package, seeing inside is a beautiful bright blue dress with matching shoes and jewelry all packaged like gifts. You grow more nervous as the day goes on, nearly vibrating as you try to apply your makeup properly.
When your ride arrives your stunned when you see a limo sitting outside. A bee opens the door for you and you step inside. You’re taken back to the hive, this time, taking a secret elevator that takes you all the way to the Queen’s suite on the very tip top of the hive.
The elevator doors open into an open room, the intimate scent you had smelled before in the queen’s office was strong here and you felt like swooning. As you walk inside and look around the room, admiring the floral wallpaper and antique furniture she comes walking out. She’s dressed in a shimmer, sheer gown that drapes and flows over her body, showing off the voluptuous curve of her hips.
“Don’t you look beautiful!” She bends down and cups your cheek, two hands resting on your waist as she admires you. “I knew that color would suit you.”
Your heart is hammering fast and your mouth goes dry. “Th-thank you,” you squeak as she touches you. “You’re…you’re so much more beautiful-”
She smiles and kisses both your cheeks, “thank you,” she then pulls back and poses in her dress. “I rarely get to wear my traditional garb in front of humans. I thought you’d like it.”
You nod, feeling like you were staring at something so sacred your eyes would melt. You wouldn’t mind that though, it was worth it.
“I have drinks ready,” she coos to you, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen. She pours you a sweet cocktail garnished with bright flowers. She offers you some finger foods and you two chat lightly until your nerves calm. You get used to her touching you and running her segmented fingers through your hair.
She gives you a tour of her home, showing you her collection of antique china she seems so excited to talk about. She then takes you outside where a table is set up, glowing lights floating above the table as classical music hums in the air.
She puts her hand around your waist. “I thought you might enjoy dancing after dinner,” she says, pulling your seat out for you.
“With you?” You gasp.
She chuckles softly as she takes her seat, “who else would you want to dance with?”
Your cheeks burn as the first course is delivered, thankful to have food and wine to keep you from babbling like a moron. After the main course is eaten and taken away she moves close, sitting beside you as dessert is set out. It’s a decadent looking pot de creme with lemon mandarins on the side. The queen takes a spoonful and offers it to you. You take the bite and look up at her, smelling that enchanting scent wafting around you.
The queen sets the spoon down and dips her head, kissing you and licking the creme from your lips. She sighs softly, “delicious isn’t it?”
You grunt then gasp, blushing in embarrassment. “Yes I mean…well, the desert and you…I wasn’t expecting.”
She giggles and kisses you again, pressing close and holding your cheek. “You’re so cute,” she murmurs into your ear. “I’m so happy you’re with me.” She feeds you a few more bites, taking lingering kisses. You honestly can’t remember what you’re eating, all you want is more of her long kisses.
After dessert is over, she takes you out on the dance floor, all four of her hands on your body at once as you sway to the music. You try not to stare at her, but you can’t help it, you so shocked that she wants you with her.
She dips down, kissing you and wrapping her arms around you. You meet her kiss, your arms around her neck as she kisses deeply, your lips parting and sucking her tongue. She sighs and pets down your back, her hand groping your rear.
She then pulls back and takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Will you allow me to continue courting you?”
“Of course!” You gasp, grasping her hand. “You’re the only one-” you stop yourself before you say something silly.
She kisses your cheek, “then when can I see you again?”
“Tomorrow?” You completely forget you have to work all the next day.
“Then I’ll send a car for you again,” she says as she sees you to the door, kissing you goodbye.
The next day you float through work, never noticing some of the looks you were getting. After work you find the limo waiting for you and you go directly to the Queen’s suite. She lets you bathe in her amazing bathroom and then you have a nice, cuddly meal as you wear a soft robe.
The next time you see her she takes you shopping, buying anything you show interest in. She has it all gift wrapped and delivered to your home, taking you to an elegant restaurant where you sit in a private booth. Her hand rests on your hip, gently stroking as you talk to her. She kisses your neck and nibbles your ear, making your mind go blank.
You’re happy and falling in love, living in a dream world you never even imagined.
One day at work you’re called into your boss’s office where he chastises you once again. You’re told the Queen has canceled any further engagements with your company and as such, after losing such an important business opportunity, you’re fired.
You call up the queen, her secretary answering. You sigh and hold back a sob. “Never mind,” you tell the secretary. “Don’t tell her I called.” You hang up and go home. Once you get there you see the limo sitting out front. You go to tell the driver that you can’t see the queen today and the limo opens and she comes out.
She goes to you and touches your red, swollen eyes. “Tell me whats wrong,” she coaxed.
You tell her what your boss said, your lip trembling. She snarls and she kisses your forehead lovingly. “Come home with me and stay the night,” she insists. “Let me take care of you.”
You sniffle and hug her. She takes you back to her suite where she pampers you all night. Giving you a luxurious bath and feeding you comfort foods from your favorite restaurants. She cuddles you as you watch movies and she peppers you with loving kisses.
“I love you,” she murmurs to you.
You hold back tears, sensitive from the day. Her words hitting the raw nerve, “Why?” you ask as you hold her hand.
“So many reasons,” she coos to you. “You make me happy.”
You wrap your arms around her and kiss her passionately. She pulls you into her lap and rubs your back and tangles her fingers in your hair. You pull back and meet her gaze. “I love you too.”
She stands up and leads you to her bedroom where she strips out of her clothes and then crawls into the bed. You follow after her, stripping away the robe and going to her arms. She pets your skin and marvels at how soft you are. You blush and nuzzle to her fluff.
You kiss, pressing your bodies tight together as she rolls you into the comfy bed. She strokes her hands down your body and gropes your rear again, her fingers kneading there. She sighs and pulls back, looking down at you on the bed. She kisses down your chest and stomach, her hands parting your thighs.
“So cute,” she moans as her rubs a finger over your sex.
You whimper, trembling as she touches more. She pushes a finger inside and brings it back out, licking it clean. She dips down, licking around your folds and kissing your swollen clit. You gasp, thrilled at her intimate kisses.
She giggles, one hand petting up your chest, her fingers tracing your lips. She licks, pressing her tongue inside before pushing her fingers in. You gasp and pant, shivering at her touch. You begin to tremble, spasming slightly as he coaxes from you a long, powerful orgasm. She smiles as she pulls back, kissing you deeply.
She then lays beside you and guides your hand below, letting you feel her soft sex. It’s sticky and warm and feels good at your touch. She grunts and moans, “careful, careful…it’s coming.”
“Already?” You gasp then feel something slick against your palm. You look between you, seeing something grow from between her legs. Your eyes widen and you suck in your breath. She giggles and kisses you.
“I thought you knew about queens,” she hugs your back to her chest, rubbing herself against your ass and thigh.
You moan softly, closing your eyes as you feel her push between your legs and rub against your sex.
“Stay with me,” she whispers to you. “Live with me and be my queen,” she kisses your neck and shoulder. “I cannot bear saying goodbye to you anymore.”
You turn your head a kiss her, parting your lips to suck her tongue. “Please…let me stay with you.” You kiss again and she slips inside you. You let out a small cry. She feels thick and warm inside, her tendril throbs inside and she moans.
“Yes,” she gasp, moving her his slowly. “I knew you’d feel so good,” she thrusts hard, shaking you and jiggling you. You roll over, turning so you’re straddling on top of her and riding her. You pant, holding her hands and bouncing on her lap.
“You’re so beautiful,” she moans.
“You too,” you smile as her, kissing her palm.
She smirks and rolls you onto the bed, lifting your hips so she can drive into you. You cry out, shuddering at her sudden attack. Her hips thrust hard, slapping against your ass as her tendril thobs and writhes inside you.
You’re wailing softly, calling her name and repeating to her how much you love her. Your legs kick, spasming as your orgasm builds again. You then feel her press deeper, her tendril pushing inside your womb.
You shudder, cumming as you feel the tendril stretch and grow inside you and it opens up inside your womb as she releases her royal jelly. She screeches out, hissing and thrashing as the she stuffs you with her royal jelly.
You fall back, panting hard and touching your belly as she falls beside you and cuddles you, kissing you lovingly as you both roll in the afterglow. She rubs your belly and kisses it, nuzzling her cheek to the pooch there.
“You’ll make a beautiful queen,” she coos to you. “Once we’re married you’ll be prepared to carry my eggs.”
You blush, “I thought…that’s what you did?”
“Without asking?” She gasps. “I would never,” she kisses your neck. “Just my royal jelly, it’ll get you prepared at least for when you do take my eggs.”
You nod, cuddling close to her. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers as she nuzzles to you.
