Page 18 of Bad Beehavior

“This is not a word you have?”

“It is, but I’m starting to worry it means something different to me than it does to you.”

“Do not worry. It means to fertilize—impregnate. That is all.” I walk toward her, the conversation making my stinger spring back to life.

Her eyes grow wide and she backs away from me. “You came to Earth to impregnate a woman?”

“Yes, that is the mission. My antennas were supposed to indicate a perfect female. My soul was crushed when it wasn’t you and I learned something is wrong with you, but I don’t care about that. I’m drawn to you for a reason. You are my perfect match. I can feel it deep within me. I will pollinate you and we will both go back to The Colony with our offspring. I wassupposed to extract the embryo from you and leave you here, but I’m changing the mission. You’re coming with me.”

“Oh my God.”

“Are you not overjoyed?” My antennas pick up her mood. I don’t sense an overwhelming feeling of happiness coming from her, and her expression matches.

“Bee, what the fuck? You were just going to impregnate me without my consent and steal my baby? That’s so fucked up!”

“Well, it was possible that I would impregnate a female without their consent, but once I met you and realized how evolved you were, I would, of course, make sure you agreed. I never would force myself on you. If you agreed to mate with me, I knew you would be willing to have a child.”

She waves her hand in front of me. “No, no, no. That’s not how it works around here. We don’t have sex just to procreate. We invented all sorts of ways to prevent pregnancies. I’m on the pill! You couldn’t get me pregnant even if you tried.” She looks up at nothing. “Well, with semen like that, maybe you could. Fuck, this is bad.”

“The pill? What is that?”

“It’s a pill I take every day to not get pregnant.”

“So my antennas were right; you can never get pregnant?” Dread washes over me. If Jennessa can’t conceive my child, I’d have to abandon my mission—abandon my people. I could never pollinate another female now. My heart belongs to Jennessa, no matter what.

She groans, running her hands through her silky brown hair. “I mean not forever. If I go off the pill, I can get pregnant, and sometimes, even on the pill, it can happen.”

I sigh in relief, clenching my fist over my heart. I knew it. Jennessa is my perfect match. This pill she speaks of must be what is blocking my antennas from identifying the truth.

“But I don’t plan to get off anytime soon. My life is a mess. I can’t bring a child into this world yet, especially not for you to wisp it off to a different planet."

I rush toward her, grabbing her hands in mine. “I will never leave you. You will come with me wherever I go. Even if you can never have a child, I’ll take you with me.”

Her breath hitches, and she searches my face. Her demeanor softens, and she leans in closer to me, but after a few moments, she shakes her head. “Bee, you need to go. This is too much. We just met.”

My hearing blurs, and blood pumps thick in my veins. There’s no backup plan if she refuses me. There’s no reality I can imagine without her. I don’t know the customs on this planet, and obviously, we’re experiencing cultural differences. I need to pull back and try to adapt to her way of life. My mission wasn’t meant to be rushed. If I need to spend years convincing her of my commitment to her and that creating life with me is a good choice, I’ll do it. It’s not about the mission anymore. Jennessa is now my life mission. I’d give up everything for her.

I pull back, dropping my hands to my side. “I understand.”

“You do?” Her eyes widen in surprise.

I shrug. “This is too much for you. I’ll leave and continue my mission with someone who agrees. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” The lie hurts coming out of my throat. “Thank you for hosting me and teaching me more about Earth.

I flap my wings and lift into the air slightly before crashing to the ground, crying out in pain.

Jennessa rushes to my side. “Oh my gosh. Are you okay?”

My wings actually feel completely healed. I could fly away if I wanted to, but I don’t want Jennessa to know that. “I think my wings are broken,” I grit through clenched teeth.

“Okay, well, maybe you shouldn’t leave just yet. You can stay here with me until we’re sure you’re healed.”

“I don’t want to inconvenience you.” I sit up, still wearing my mask of discomfort.

“No, it’s okay. What else can you do?”

I nod. “If you insist. Thank you.” I grab her hand, and she meets my gaze, her cheeks heating.

I can sense her arousal already swelling her sweet cunt. My new mission is to make Jennessa fall in love with me. If I must lick her sweet folds every day until she does, it will be the most enjoyable mission I can imagine.

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