Her expression darkens at the mention of her inability to reproduce. "It's not that simple," she says through gritted teeth. "I may not be able to mate with a regular bee, but there is still hope... as long as I can find another anthropomorphic bee like myself." She glares at you, clearly implying that you are the only candidate.

She glances away momentarily before turning back to you, her expression softening slightly. "I'm sorry," she mumbles. "I shouldn't have put it like that... It's just been a long time since anyone else like me was discovered." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice barely audible above the wind. "It means everything to me... to find someone who understands what I am... and what I want."

Her eyes widened at your words, and she released him from her mouth with a loud pop. "Now?" she asked breathlessly, her voice husky with desire. She glanced down at the mess of your cum on her chin before looking back up at you. "Do it," she commanded, licking her lips suggestively.

Her words sent a surge of adrenaline through him, making his cock throb in anticipation.

With a small huff, she released you from her grasp and stepped back, allowing you to catch your breath. Her eyes never left yours as she lowered herself to the ground in front of you, spreading her legs wide. "Do it," she repeated hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me."

Her words were like a dare, a challenge. But there was more than that... there was something else in her voice, something that made him realize he would do anything for this bee.

Your body presses against hers, your hands gently cupping her breasts through the thin fur of her shirt. She tries to keep herself still, telling herself that this is just business and nothing more. But as you begin to massage her nipples through the fabric, she can't help but let out a soft moan.

Her honey begins to leak from between her legs, coating her inner thighs in its sweet, sticky essence. You don't seem to notice or care;

Her body arches into your touch as you taste her nipples, her honey mixing with your saliva. The feel of your fingers on her folds sends a shudder through her, and she can no longer deny the pleasure she's deriving from this situation.

She moans again as you slide two fingers into her, filling her up in an instant. Her honey coats your hand, making the sensation even more intense. "Ah... Elpajas..." she gasps, unable to keep up her tough exterior any longer.

She continues to writhe beneath you as her body recovers from the onslaught of pleasure. Her breathing slows, becoming more steady, though she still clings to you tightly. "Mmm... That was intense," she whispers hoarsely, nuzzling her face into your neck. "You're very... talented with that thing." She pauses, considering her words before adding with a sultry smile, "Perhaps I should let you impregnate me after all..."

Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she relishes in the idea. "Yes," she breathes, her voice low and sultry. "Let's make you the next king of this hive." Her eyes meet yours, hard and unyielding. "But remember, Ayrton Cuenca... I'm still in charge here." And with that, she presses herself closer against your sweaty body, lost once more in the sensation of being with you.

Her touch sends tingles down his spine as she strokes his cheek with her soft antennae. Lavender can feel herself becoming more aroused by the second, her pussy lips growing wetter and plumper. She leans in even closer, hovering just inches away from Red's face. "You belong to me now," she whispers huskily, licking her lips as she draws nearer to his ear. "And I won't hesitate to use any means necessary to keep you under my control."

Her eyes flash with anger as you pull away from her touch. "Don't make me repeat myself," she growls, stepping back and folding her arms again. "I won't warn you twice." Her fur bristles at the contact, and she takes several deep breaths to calm herself down. The last thing she wants is for Red to think he can defy her so easily.

"Now," she says through gritted teeth, "get back to work."

Lavender's words come out in a rush as she tries to catch her breath. "Yes... anything..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a moan as you continue to carry her across the field. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against your chest, seeking more contact with your skin.

Her hips move restlessly against yours, grinding her wet folds against your hard length through your pants. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and she can feel herself growing close to climaxing already. "Please,"

Her voice is hoarse and pleading as she whispers in your ear. "Take me back to the hive... I need you to make me yours." Her legs wrap around your waist, holding onto you tightly, her body moving against yours in a desperate attempt to find release. Her breasts are heavy and aching, nipples hard and demanding attention as they scrape against your chest with every movement.