Page 8 of Bad Beehavior

Regret washes over me. Even though I’ve never felt more content in my life, I know this was a mistake. If I was infatuated with this female before, now I feel as if my mind orbits her very existence. This can’t be good for my mission. I’m not supposed to get attached, especially not to a female who’s not the perfect target.

I rest on the floor, staring out as the female sits up and pulls the gray fabric over her chest, covering her perfect breasts. My mind settles even if my heart pangs. I can’t stay here any longer. I have to escape when she falls asleep.

Chapter 7: Jennessa

My mind settles after masturbating.

Kent doesn’t usually get me off, and with him always spending the night, my orgasms have been few and far between.

Of course, I would be horny. It’s been too long. But ever since I’ve gotten home, I’ve been a restless mess, pacing back and forth, finding anything to distract me.

I should have just gotten it over with earlier. I don’t know why I waited hours to get myself off. I had a weird feeling as if someone was watching me, from the moment I got home. Evenas I was going to town on myself, I felt like someone was looming over me, watching my every move. For some odd reason, that thought got me off even harder. I haven’t come so hard and fast in a long time.

Maybe it’s time to break up with Kent. He’s clearly not doing well for my psyche.

I decided to call it an early night. I need to get up early and head to the shop since I took most of the day off today. It’s not like there will be a bunch of orders I need to catch up on, but business owners are supposed to operate their businesses. It’s the right thing to do even if no one stops by.

It’s only eight o’clock, but I crawl under my comforter and turn off my bedside lamp. I love the feeling that covers me after an orgasm. It’s like someone took a razor to all my frayed edges, and I can finally think clearly, but right now, I don’t feel an overwhelming sense of calm like I usually do. Minutes pass and I still don’t fall asleep, my mind swirling with anxiety again.

Of course, I’m anxious about my failing business and relationship, but a tightness in my chest feels different. It’s like there’s something in the room with me that I need to take care of.

I flip back and forth in bed, wracking my brain for what it could be. Did I leave the stove on? Nope. I didn’t even cook anything tonight. The last thing I ate was my salad in Central Park.

Did I forget to feed my goldfish? Nope. I don’t even have a goldfish.

Oh, but I do have a new bee friend. That must be it! I pop up from bed and rush over to my cup sitting on the windowsill, turning on the floor lamp nearby.

The bee looks better than ever, standing on all six legs.

I open the lid. “Alright, little guy. Let’s get you back to your hive.”

A large dollop of honey in the corner of my cup catches my eye. “Do bees make honey outside of their hives? And this much?” I ask myself out loud. I guess I don’t know shit about bees.

I swipe my finger in the sticky substance, not worrying if the bee will sting me. I trust him.

I sniff it first and sure enough, it smells like honey. I lick the golden goo off my finger. “This is the best honey I’ve ever tasted!” It tastes like normal honey but a little sweeter and has an aftertaste that makes me crave more. My body hums, and I can’t recall another time that sweets have made me feel so good. Maybe this bee got some pollen from a marijuana plant, and I’m reacting to some honey high. I have half a mind to follow this bee back to his hive to get more of this stuff.

“Man bee, maybe I should keep you to myself with honey like that.” I stare down at him for a moment longer. For some reason, I’m actually contemplating that. I like this bee, but I know that capturing him would be a shit thing to do. “Alright, I’ll leave the lid and the window open. Whenever you’re ready to leave, you can see yourself out.” I still don’t know if his wings are working, so I don’t want to chuck him out my window.

I pull open my blinds and stare out at the city for a moment. I usually sleep with my windows open. Something about all the sounds from the city that never sleeps makes me feel not so alone.

I sigh before returning to bed, hopeful that setting the bee free was just what my brain needed to shut off for the night.

Sure enough, I drift off, thinking about a river of overflowing honey. I’m almost out when the floorboards creak. My eyes shoot up, and I scream.

Standing above me is a man—a man with yellow and black skin.

Chapter 8: Baryx

Iwas going to leave without a sound. She was kind enough to open my jar and leave the window open. All I needed to do was fly away, and I could be back on my mission. That was the plan before she consumed my pollen and had such a visceral reaction to its taste.

Skies above, the feeling that buzzed through my body when I watched her eyes widen, and she exclaimed how good it tasted—it was otherworldly. It took everything in me not to transformright before her eyes and stick my stinger into her mouth, releasing another load as she greedily gobbled it up.

I controlled myself. I knew that I needed to get out of her living dwellings and find my perfect target.

I just wanted to get one last look at her before I left. She’s the most spectacular being I’ve ever witnessed, and I’d hate myself for not getting to stare at her while she sleeps and her body is at peace.

I shouldn’t have transformed into my larger form. She probably wouldn't have noticed if I had gotten one last look at her while I was in my compact form. But I wanted to see just how tiny she was compared to me. I wanted to imagine what she would look like in my arms.

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