Page 17 of Bad Beehavior

“Have you ever had a girl give you a blow job before?” I ask as I slowly run my hand down his impressive length, shuttering at the forceful vibration.

He closes his eyes, and his jaw clenches. “A blow job?”

“Have you ever had a girl put your cock in her mouth?”

“No one has ever touched me in this manner at all.”

He’s a virgin. The thought that I’m the first girl ever to pleasure him like this thrills me, but at the same time, caution boils within me. He probably takes this all much more seriously than I do. This just confirms my suspicion that we can’t completely fuck. That would be too much for the poor guy.

“Do you want me to put my mouth on you?”

“Yes.” He hisses.

I lick the head of his cock, already forming beads of yellowish pre-come. My body vibrates, and his sweet goodness makes my blood feel heavy.

“I’ve tasted this before, haven’t I?”

“I would have stopped you, but I didn’t want to reveal myself.” This guilty look on his yellow face saddens me.

“No, I liked it. Did you like watching me taste your come?” I ask as I rub my hand up and down his length, feeling my core heating at the thought of him watching me.

“Yes. I apologize. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Shhh,” I soothe. “Don’t apologize. I like it.” I lean down and take the tip of him in my mouth. More drops fall onto my tongue, and I moan at the taste. My cunt throbs, and I wonder if I could come again just from tasting. Why don’t human men have honey-flavored orgasmic come? He’s definitely going to ruin me for any normal man after this. How could I ever go back?

I go slow, bringing my lips further and further down his length. He’s massive, and it takes my mouth a little getting used to, but I also don’t want to make him come just yet. This is too much fun.

He groans as I use my hand to stroke the length of him when my mouth physically can’t take anymore.

I run my tongue underneath him as I twist my fist around his base and bob my head up and down. I continue my steady tempo as I dive my hand to my dripping cunt, running my fingers through me.

His bucks increase in momentum, and he bumps against the back of my throat a few times. His increased force drops another coal in the pit of my stomach, and I increase my speed, both on his cock and rubbing my clit.

His body tenses as he releases into me, the thick, sweet substance coating my mouth. I continue to suck him, wanting to swallow every last drop and even more than that. My body vibrates from the inside, making me come for a third time. I can’t get over how good he tastes. Pharmaceutical companies could make billions if they could bottle this up. It’s like some sort of delicious aphrodisiac.

I continue swallowing, and even though I pray for more to come out of him, I’m shocked there’s so much of it. If he would have come inside of me, there’s no way I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant. Thank God I’m on birth control if that were to have happened.

I push back from Bee, but not before I lick him dry—I don’t want his magical taste to go to waste.

Suddenly, something Bee said pops into my head. “Bee, what does pollination mean to you?”

Chapter 12: Baryx

Jennessa just said something to me, but I can’t register her words. My body hums, feeling alive for the first time. Words can’t describe what just happened between Jennessa and me. I must have discovered something revolutionary. Jennessa and I were made for each other. Maybe this means The Colony and Earth could have a perfect symbiotic relationship. We didn’t just bring each other to our sexual completion—we invented intergalactic peace, and we saved worlds.

I want to worship this female—kiss the ground she walks on for giving me such a gift. I shouldn’t be lying here trying to catch my breath and regain my focus, but my body feels too relaxed, and my brain too hazy.

“Earth to Bee!” Jennessa waves her perfect peach hand in front of my face, and I’m snapped back to reality. I grab her, bringing her hand to my lips and peppering it with kisses. I never want my lips to leave her flesh, and I’ll never be satisfied until I’ve filled her completely with my stinger and my seed, and her belly is full with my offspring. There will be no extracting her embryo and bringing it back to the Colony alone. She’s coming with me. There will never be a moment that she’ll leave my side.

I stand up, cupping her hands in mine, leaning in to mate her mouth again.

She pushes me away, and my heart pangs.

“Bee, I asked you a question.”

“What is it, my sweet?” I ask, reaching for her again.

She backs away. “What does pollination mean?

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