Page 20 of Bad Beehavior

I track him with my antennas and fly toward the source of his signal. I exit the bundle of tall grey buildings and emerge into a small section of the city that blooms with greenery and life.Smells and sounds come from all around me, and I’m tempted to explore more, but my desire to find Baryx outweighs my curiosity.

The signal gets stronger, and I dive toward the source.

It’s coming from a female with brown hair that reaches down to her shoulders. My antennas examine her. She’s not a perfect target. There’s some unknown issue affecting her. Why would my antennas pick her up while tracking Baryx?

As I get closer, I see him. He’s perched on the female's shoulder, and she appears to be speaking to him.

Is this who Baryx has claimed as his target?

I analyze him more, making sure not to get close enough for him to spot me. His signals indicate that he’s aroused and that he’s formed some attachment to this female.

I scan the female, sensing she hasn’t been fertilized. There wasn’t a distinct time limit that Baryx was supposed to fertilize this target, but the fact that he’s formed a connection with a broken female is unsettling enough.

Captain would be furious if he knew Baryx was wasting his time with a female that isn’t part of the mission, let alone that he’s formed an attachment to her.

I smile. This is exactly what I hoped to find.

Baryx is failing his mission, and I will be the one to save it.

Chapter 15: Baryx

We’re back in Jennessa’s apartment, and the sun hides almost completely behind the horizon, making her room a swirl of warm colors, adding to the sense of heat flooding through my body.

Today was a long and magical day. I experienced the taste of Jennessa’s sweet cunt and felt as she sucked my stinger dry, and then she showed me around her wonderful city, introducing me to tastes and smells I could never even imagine. There was the small hiccup of her denying my seed to impregnate her, but thatwill be an issue of the past once I show her how much pleasure I can truly bring her for the rest of her days.

I sense Jennessa is tired, but there’s still a hint of her arousal blooming, and I don’t plan to abandon my mission of finding myself in her bed tonight.

“I think I’m going to call it a night. Are you okay with sleeping on the couch again?” she asks, rubbing her eyes with one hand and the other resting on the door handle to her small lavatory.

“Of course,” I lie. More than anything, I want to fall asleep with her in my arms, but I know she doesn’t want that yet. At least, she won’t admit it. I know what she’s feeling better than she does.

I settle on her couch, my outstretched legs hanging off the end.

She emerges moments later, and I turn to catch a glimpse of her.

She’s wearing a grey piece of clothing that ends at the top of her thighs, and her nipples are hard against the thin fabric.

My stinger jerks between my legs at the sight of her, and I clench my fists, trying to regain my focus.

I sense her arousal as she crawls into bed and pulls herself under the covers.

“Goodnight,” she says before turning off the light beside her bed and turning to her side.

“Goodnight,” I reply, even though I have no plans of falling asleep anytime soon.

I listen to Jennessa’s breathing and sense the rhythm of her heartbeat. Every few moments, she tosses and turns. It makes me smile at how frustrated she’s getting when I could make her feel so much better if she only asked.

My heart beats faster when she gets up from her bed and walks closer to me.

She passes me, walking into the small area where she makes her meals. She opens the white box that keeps her food cool, notremoving anything, just shuffling items around until she shuts the door and walks to her fountain of water, pouring herself a glass. She remains in the kitchen for a few more minutes, pacing from one side to the other.

I can feel her anxious energy.

She’s wasting time—-wanting me to say something. She’s already turned me down, though. I want to hear how much she wants me from her own lips, even if it pains me to see her frustrated.

After several minutes, she finally sighs and stomps back to her bed, throwing her covers over herself.

I wonder if she’s given up for the night, but when she continues to toss and turn, I smile. The connection between us is too powerful, even for my strong-willed female.

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