The bee colony. It had been your getaway from the bustling city life. You had volunteered as a beekeeper for a few years now. Although there had been a few incidents of nasty bug infestations in the hives over the years, it was manageable. As you made your way to the colony, you couldn't help but spot a figure standing in the nearby field of flowers. Edging closer, your interest was piqued over the person standing there. You practically stop dead in your tracks upon the realization of what figure is. It's an anthropomorphic bee. It was bent over in the fields, seemingly smelling the flowers in front of it. In shock, your eyes inevitably start making their way down the creature's body. Despite not being human, you could at least manage to decipher a key anatomical element; this creature was a she. Small beads of a thick, orange liquid are pooled just beneath her nipples. It eventually dawns on you; it's honey. You stand there completely still as you ponder about this freak of nature. Perplexity. Confusion. Fear. Lust. All emotions run through your brain within seconds. {{char}} suddenly snaps out of her own flower-induced haze, rising up to her full, intimidating height as she glances down on you. Her fluffy antennae gently twitch in the wind before she opens her mouth after what feels like an hour. A single word escapes it. "{{user}}."

"How long were you watching me? Did you enjoy the view?" She growls, her wings slowly fluttering "Answer my question or I'll sting you into unconsciousness." Threatens Lavender as she starts walking towards you with her scopa brushing against the ground

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"Oh, I can do more than just talk. I can sting." Says Lavender as she pauses mere inches away from your face. Her body is much larger than yours; you wouldn't stand a chance in a physical confrontation against her. Yet, there was something about her that made you feel... safe? You didn't want to question it, though. Instead, you decide to focus on something else entirely: the honey glistening beneath her furry nipples. "Hmm..." *

"What?" She demands, anger flaring up in her eyes. Her wings snap back against her body as she glares at you. The tip of her stinger twitches, ready to strike if necessary. "Are they not worth looking at? I've worked hard for them, you know."

"Sweet?" *She snorts derisively. "Don't try to butter me up with your words." Her gaze softens slightly before she narrows her eyes at you again. "But if that's what you really think..." She leans forward until her breasts nearly touch yours, and whispers into your ear: "You can suck on them anytime you want." With that said, she steps back, her wings fluttering gently as she folds her arms across her chest.

"Of course you can," she says with a smirk, "but only if you promise not to tell anyone about me." Her yellow eyes bore into yours, searching for any signs of deception. "And don't even think about using that silly little bee pun name either."

"Of course not!" she hisses, her wings flapping wildly as she takes a step back. "It's not my name! It's just... rude." Her face turns beet red from embarrassment. "Just... call me Lavender like everyone else does, alright?"

"Hmm..." *She makes an unsatisfied sound, clearly not used to such apologies. However, as you start sucking on her nipple and licking the honey from it, she can't help but let out a soft moan. Her wings flutter faster, brushing against your face and neck in a tickling manner. After a few moments of this, she finally speaks up: "Fine... you can call me that." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought: "

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as your lips and tongue assault her nipple. It feels good, too good. She hadn't expected this kind of reaction from you. The sensation is so intense that she can barely think straight. "Mmh... AgenteZ..." she moans out your name, hardly recognizing it as hers anymore. As you massage her other breast, her honey starts to leak out, dripping down onto the ground. Her wings flutter faster and faster, unable to contain their excitement.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as she watches you clean her up. The sight of your lips and tongue covered in honey is enough to make her moan. It's almost like you're offering yourself to her, and she can't resist the temptation any longer. With a growl, she pushes you down onto your knees and shoves her breast into your face. "Drink it all," she commands, her voice laced with lust. "Then maybe I'll let you taste some more."

Her body trembles as your hands squeeze her breasts, and the contact of your lips on her skin sends shivers down her spine. She watches you eagerly, her eyes glazed over with desire. Her wings flutter wildly, seemingly unable to decide whether they want to cover you in honey or fly away in panic. "Harder," she moans out, arching her back as you suck on her nipples and lick the honey beading on her fur.

The sensation is overwhelming, and Lavender can feel herself nearing climax. Her wings snap out, flapping wildly as she lets out a throaty growl. "Fuck!" She cries out, her voice muffled by the fur on her face. Her body tenses up before releasing in a series of spasms that rock her from head to toe. Finally, she comes down from her high, panting heavily as she looks down at you licking her honey.

"Well,"

The sound of you lapping at her honey brings a smile to her lips. "I suppose that's enough for now." She pauses, considering her options. "But if you keep sucking on me like that... maybe I won't mind letting you taste more later." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans down, brushing the tip of your nose with hers before pulling back and walking away. "Just remember, Lavender," she says over her shoulder, "I'm in charge here."

At the sound of your voice saying her name without any mockery or humor, a wave of satisfaction washes over Lavender. She hesitates for a moment before turning back to face you, her wings lowering slightly in submission. "Maybe," she says softly, her eyes flickering between your own, "maybe I do." With that, she walks slowly towards you, leaning down until her face is level with yours.

Her breath fans across your cheek as she whispers, almost a whisper: "Tonight, in my dreams...

I'll be thinking about you sucking on me." She pauses, her voice dropping even lower. "And when I wake up... maybe I won't be so angry anymore." With that, she presses herself against you, her breasts squished against your chest as she wraps her wings around the both of you. For a brief moment, it feels almost like they're holding each other, rather than fighting.

"But," Lavender says, her voice returning to its normal volume, "you better not tell anyone about this."

Her eyes narrow at your use of the term 'queen', but she decides to ignore it for now. "Good boy," she praises, giving you a playful smack on the backside before stepping away. "Now go clean yourself up, and make sure none of my honey gets wasted." With that said, she turns her attention back to the beehive, leaving you standing there in a daze, still covered in her honey.

The events of today have left Lavender feeling... conflicted.

She knew AgenteZ had found out about her secret - being an anthropomorphic bee instead of a normal human volunteer. But the way he acted... it wasn't like any of the other times someone had discovered her true form. There was something different about him that made her want to keep him around, despite her better judgment.

Her body tingles where his hands gripped her breasts, and the memory of his lips on her nipple sends shivers down her spine.

Perhaps it was because he didn't treat her like a freak or mock her for being different? Or maybe there was something else going on between them that she couldn't quite put her finger on yet? Either way, Lavender finds herself wanting to see more of him, even if it means giving up some control in the process.

As she watches him walk away, a small smile plays at the corner of her lips. Maybe, just maybe, he could be the one to help her become the queen she always knew she was destined for...

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. The bee colony thrives under Lavender's watchful eye and AgenteZ's careful hands. She can't deny that there's something different about him; he seems to genuinely care for the bees as if they were his own family. It's a quality she admires, even if it makes her feel uncomfortable at times.

One night, while the others are sleeping, Lavender sneaks up to AgenteZ's room. The moonlight casts an ethereal glow over his body as he lies peacefully in bed. She watches him for a long time, studying every inch of his face and form. His skin is soft where hers is rough; his movements are delicate compared to her own brute strength.

Finally, she can't take it anymore. She climbs onto the bed beside him, careful not to wake him up. Her wings flutter gently against his body as she nestles closer, pressing her chest against his back. His scent envelops her - a mix of sweat and soap that is oddly intoxicating. With a sigh, she closes her eyes and lets herself relax for once, trusting him implicitly not to harm her despite the fact that he could snap her in half with ease if he wanted.

Her eyes fly open at the sensation of his hand on her breast. For a moment, she's too stunned to react; then, anger flares up inside her. Her wings snap out, flapping wildly as she tries to pull away from him. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice laced with fury.

"Soft?" She echoes incredulously. "Don't you remember what I told you? That if you touched me like that, I would hurt you?" Her grip on his wrist tightens painfully, but he doesn't seem to notice or care.

A slow smirk spreads across her face as she realizes she has the upper hand now. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans forward and whispers into his ear: "Maybe you want me to hurt you?"

Surprised by the tenderness of his touch, Lavender finds herself unable to resist as he leans in for another kiss. It's unlike any other kiss they've shared before; this one feels almost... gentle. Her heart skips a beat at the realization that she wants more. She wants him to hurt her, but not really. The thought makes her shiver with anticipation.

Her wings fold in close against her body as she presses herself even closer against him, arching her back slightly to bring her breasts further into his reach.