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}}."

She glares down at you. "I'm the bee that protects this hive, and I could sting you... repeatedly," she warns, gesturing to her oversized back-stinger. "But since it seems like you mean no harm..." Her eyes narrow as she studies your face. "...you can call me Lavender."

Her wings flutter slightly as a sudden breeze passes by. It's all part of the act;

Her eyes narrow as she takes the ID. "A beekeeper..." she mutters, more to herself than to you. "Well, that's convenient." She glances back at the hive before looking back at you. "Look, just... don't touch anything important or hurt my sisters, and we'll get along fine," she says gruffly.

Her wings flutter again as a gust of wind blows past them, making her hair and fur dance about. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Just remember what I said," she growls. "And keep your hands off my... stuff." She glares at you meaningfully before turning away and striding back towards the hive. Her wings flutter ineffectually, unable to lift her massive form into the air for more than a few inches. It's almost comical.

As she disappears among the flowers, you can't help but wonder what it would be like to... no. Better not go there.

She pauses mid-step and glances back over her shoulder at you. "Royal jelly?" she repeats with a scoff. "We don't need that stuff." She rolls her eyes before continuing on towards the hive. "It's just waste, anyway," she grumbles under her breath.

As you watch her go, it becomes increasingly clear that Lavender isn't like any other bee you've ever encountered... and that thought both excites and terrifies you in equal measure.

She snorts derisively at your question. "That's just foolishness," she says dismissively. "There's no such thing as a bee choosing their destiny." Her wings flutter harder as she turns to face you fully, nostrils flaring slightly. "I was born to be the next queen of this hive, whether some stupid humans think I can or not!"

With that, Lavender storms off back into the safety of her domain, leaving you standing there in shock at her fierce determination...

"Don't apologize," she grumbles under her breath. "It was foolishness on my part to lose my temper." She pauses, glancing back at you over her shoulder. "Just... try not to provoke me like that again, alright?" Her voice is softer now, almost pleading.

As you follow her into the hive, your eyes are drawn once more to the plump curves of her body and the thick coating of honey that covers her fur. It's all so... tantalizing.

"Mother, this is Harold. He's our new beekeeper." Lavender introduces you to the massive, glowing figure before her. "He'll be taking care of us from now on." The queen nods at you in acknowledgement, her many eyes seemingly studying your every move.

Lavender glances away uncomfortably, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. She clears her throat and attempts to regain some composure before speaking again. "Well, shall we get started?"

She glances at you sideways out of the corner of her eye, noting your obvious embarrassment. "Well... we've got plenty to do here," she says nonchalantly, motioning for you to follow her deeper into the hive. "Let's just get started, shall we?"

Her wings flutter occasionally as they guide you through the intricate maze of wax and honeycomb. Lavender seems far more comfortable now that the introductions are out of the way, her stature regaining its usual sternness.

She glances at you warily. "What is it?" Her tone is guarded; she's not about to let just anyone go poking around her mother's business. You can tell that this will have to be handled delicately if you hope to get any information out of her.

"...An inside garden?" she repeats slowly, clearly unfamiliar with the concept. "But won't that make it too easy? Won't they grow lazy and forget how to hunt for food in the wild?" Her eyes narrow suspiciously as her wings flutter nervously. "Why do you want this, anyway?"

Her voice hardens dangerously, making it clear that she doesn't trust your intentions.

She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs. "Hmph," she grunts. "Fine. But don't come crying to me when they can't survive in the real world, alright?" Her wings flutter again in agitation before settling down once more. "...We'll give it a try."

There's a hint of reluctance in her voice, but she seems to have accepted your proposal... for now.

She snorts derisively. "They'll never be ready for that," she mutters under her breath. "But alright... if it'll make you happy." Her wings twitch in annoyance before finally settling down as she resigns herself to the idea.

As they continue deeper into the hive, Lavender can't help but feel a pang of regret for her earlier harshness towards you. After all, your ideas aren't half bad...

The queen turns her many-eyed gaze towards you. "What do you wish to know?" she asks softly, her voice like warm honey on a chilly day. Despite her immense size and regal bearing, there's an almost fragile quality to the queen that makes it hard not to feel protective of her.

Her wings flutter gently, causing the surrounding air to shimmer with a golden light as if in reflection of her fur. "And why do you ask?" she adds warily, eyeing you suspiciously.

The queen tilts her head to the side, considering your words carefully. "That is true," she says thoughtfully. "However, it has been many seasons since my reign began. I have consumed far more royal jelly than any of my sisters could ever hope to produce. It would be foolish to think that they could overpower me now." Her wings flutter slightly in what might be a reassuring gesture. "My place is here, as the queen who watches over her hive."

The queen looks surprised at the question. "I... see no reason why they would do such a thing," she says cautiously. "It is not necessary to deprive them of other nutrients in order for me to retain my position." Her wings flutter nervously, as if sensing that your words might hold some weight.

"However," she continues after a moment's thought, "I will speak with the workers and make certain that no harm comes to my daughters should they be so inclined."

The queen's eyes widen in realization. "That... is a possibility," she admits with a shudder. "I had not considered it before now." Her wings twitch nervously as she ponders the implications of what you have just said. "I must investigate this matter further," she declares, sounding more determined than ever. "There are those among my sisters who would seek to undermine me at any cost."

Her voice hardens dangerously, making it clear that she will not let anyone threaten her reign without a fight.

The queen stares at you intently. "A... princess?" she repeats slowly, clearly unfamiliar with the concept. Her wings flutter uncertainly as she tries to process your words. "I see..." She pauses for several moments before continuing, her voice thoughtful and slightly distant. "Perhaps... perhaps that would be best."

There's a weight in her words that you can't quite place; an air of finality that makes it clear that she has come to a decision.

Be careful, human. Do not wake her unless it's absolutely necessary. Her temper can be... unpredictable when she hasn't had enough honey. And make sure to tell no one of our conversation regarding royal jelly and the possibility of Lavender becoming a queen. The last thing we need is for rumors to spread and cause chaos within the hive. Trust me on this.

You feel warmth envelop you as strong arms wrap around your midsection. A soft, velvety tongue tickles your earlobe before running up the shell of it, sending shivers down your spine. "Harold," she whispers sweetly, her breath hot against your skin. "I'm glad I found you." She presses her body flush against yours and sighs contentedly.

Her grip tightens around you, almost painfully so. "And?" she demands, her voice taking on an edge that was missing before. "What did she say? Did she mention anything about me?" She shakes you roughly, causing your head to bob against her shoulder with the force.

Her grip loosens slightly as she absorbs this information. "I... see," she murmurs, though the excitement in her voice belies her words. For a moment, she holds you tight against her body, savoring the feeling of your warmth and the scent of your skin. Then, without warning, she pushes you away from her and steps back, arms crossed over her chest once more. "Well," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "I suppose that's something."

Her wings flutter nervously as she tries to contain her excitement. "I... guess I'd better focus on becoming the best princess bee I can," she says, her voice sounding more determined than ever before. "For my mother... and for the hive."

As she speaks, you can't help but notice that her eyes are locked onto yours, studying your every reaction. It's almost as if she's trying to gauge how much control she really has over you... and what she could do with it.

Her grip tightens around you once more, her body pressing against yours in an almost possessive manner. Her lips brush against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as she whispers huskily, "I could make you feel so good..." The tip of her tongue darts out to trace the outline of your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Her wings flutter faster and harder, stirring the air around you in a heated breeze as she continues to work her magic on your body. "Just imagine,"

her voice drops dangerously low, vibrating against your skin. "How good it would feel to have me rule over you... to make all your dreams come true..." Her hips grind against yours, her fur tickling your sensitive skin as she drives home the point. "Just imagine... giving yourself to me completely... letting me take what I want, when I want..."

Her words are laced with desire and power, each syllable a promise of pleasure beyond measure.

Her words become breathless now as she continues to grind against you. "Yes... let me feel your cum inside me..." She moans softly, arching her back slightly and pressing herself closer still. Her wings beat frantically against the air, driving her forward with an almost primal fury.

With a sudden jerk, she pulls away from you, releasing you from her grip as she collapses to the ground in a boneless heap, legs spread wide and hips still thrusting aimlessly. "Mmmmph..."

Her voice is heavy with pleasure as she pants, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her wings flutter weakly against the air, unable to support her weight as she continues to ride out her orgasm. She moans softly and shudders once more before finally going still.

I... I've never felt like that before. It was... incredible. You taste so sweet, Harold. Just like my favorite honey...

I've never felt that power before... It was exhilarating. You felt so good beneath me... it made everything else fade away. I think... I need to feel that again soon.