Bee Stung

by Theolyn Boese

  Foxglove pulled her into his arms. “My heart, my darling,” he whispered.

  With a contented sound she melted against him. She pulled him into the bedroom and undressed. He joined her under the covers a few moments later and pulled her tight against his body. “Where’s Shiloh?” she asked, tilting her head back as he pressed kisses along her throat. She felt him grin against her skin.

  “We were hanging out in his room while you talked to Bramble and Thorn. He, Dandy, and Thistle are currently trying to make a daisy chain.”

  Rienne’s eyelids fluttered a few times, and she squirmed in sudden arousal. “That’s so freaking hot. Wanna go watch?”

  Her lover chuckled softly. “Maybe tomorrow we can ask them to show us. Tonight I want to be with you.”

  She hummed softly and rubbed against him. “I’d like that. So much has happened in the last few days.” She nuzzled his chest. “I don’t think we’ll have much private time anymore.”

  Foxglove rolled onto his side and pulled her flush against his body. A hand slid down her back to cup her ass and hold her against him. His half-erect cock was a warm weight against her hip. “You may be right.” He nibbled on her lips for a moment, stealing kisses. “I didn’t expect this when we invited Shiloh to join us.”

  Rienne rolled her eyes. “I’m still trying to catch my breath.”

  He stroked her cheek. “I don’t think Dandy and Thistle want as close a relationship as Shiloh and I do.” Worried green eyes studied her as he said this. “Shiloh and I want everything you will give us.”

  She smiled and traced his lip with her thumb. “I know. They are so in love with each other everyone else is an afterthought, although I don’t think they realize it most of the time. I don’t mind if you don’t. I care about them a great deal, but you are my life, and I think Shiloh will be our third.”

  Foxglove smiled and kissed her thumb. “I was worried you would be upset.”

  She shook her head. “They love me but aren’t in love with me. That’s okay too. I feel the same way.” She took his hand and held it over her heart. “If it was you playing the push-me pull-me game, I’d be heartbroken.”

  He cupped the back of her neck and tugged her in for another deep kiss, and she reveled in his unique flavor. “Then we will let them flutter in and out like the pretty, pretty butterflies they are.”

  She giggled softly. “Kiss me until I forget the world exists, my love.”

  He tugged her leg over his lean hip and slid his hand down her buttocks to cup her cleft. Slowly he massaged the sensitive skin with his palm. “So tender and sweet,” he murmured against her lips. “This is the most succulent peach I have ever tasted, my heart. I could spend hours licking it until it bursts over my tongue with warm juice.”

  She whimpered softly, arching into the caress. Desire bloomed as she listened to his words and imagined it in her mind’s eye.

  He pushed her back and followed her, settling between her thighs. Lifting onto his elbows he nudged the moistening slit for a moment before gliding into her wet sheath in a single slow motion.

  They both sighed with pleasure.

  Rienne rubbed her hands up and down his chest while he slowly rocked in and out of her. His hair fell around them when she lifted herself slightly to kiss him. Her fingers pinched his nipples gently, stroking circles around the hard nubs when he shivered. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on as he stared into her eyes.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her again. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth for a moment before slanting his mouth across hers for a deeper kiss, finally kissing her as she had asked him to.

  She moaned, giving herself up to the pleasure of his mouth on hers, his body moving inside her. The sweet friction caused her breath to catch in her throat.

  He rolled them over and gently urged her to ride him. His hands came up to cup her breasts as she rolled her hips. “I can’t wait to see these swollen with milk for our child,” he whispered, his green eyes scorching hot as he seemed to devour her with his gaze. “Round and ripe with our children.”

  The need on his face was met by hers, and she moved against him with new urgency. Every touch, every motion sent the flames higher.

  He stroked a thumb across her mound, and she shivered. “Ahh, darling, a little fuzz is growing back on your sweet peach. I’ll have to take care of that tomorrow morning.” He tugged her down into his arms. Bending his knees slightly, he began to thrust lazily into her. “Will you let me shave you? I’ll make sure you’re warm and wet when I do,” he whispered sexily against her lips. “I’ll cover you in thick white cream and massage it in so very slowly before I ever touch a blade to this sweet skin.”

  She trembled, loving the sensual, erotic words. “Oh yes,” she moaned, rocking her hips down to meet him.

  He wrapped his arms around her and began moving faster and faster, bucking wildly into her cunt.

  She screamed and thrashed against him. “Oh God!” She felt the fine trembling that invaded his body just before he came.

  Foxglove rolled them over again and began thrusting heavily into her wet pussy. His fingers slid between them, and he frigged her swollen clit, forcing her to fall off the cliff with him.

  Cries and sobs filled her throat as she spasmed hot and tight around him. He groaned and dropped his head against her shoulder, shudders shaking him as he throbbed and spurted inside her.

  They panted in the aftermath. It was long moments before he slowly pulled away and fell heavily onto the bed beside her. She rolled and cuddled against his side. Resting her head on his chest, she tried to catch her breath.

  His arm came around her as he pulled her closer. “You are everything to me, Rienne,” he stated softly.

  An hour later she was still awake while Foxglove slept deeply beside her.

  Lightly tracing circles around his nipples, she wondered why she couldn’t sleep. A soft sound had her looking over her shoulder at the doorway. Shiloh came in and silently climbed into the bed behind her. His arm draped across her waist as he crowded close.

  “I couldn’t sleep without you,” he said in a husky whisper.

  She laced her fingers with his and relaxed, resting their hands on Foxglove’s stomach. Rolling her head back against his chest, until she found just the right spot, she closed her eyes. “Me neither.”

  “When I first saw you, I knew my life was going to change,” Shiloh whispered. His fingers tightened over hers. “I was so lonely and didn’t realize it.”

  She rolled over and pressed her hand against his chest. The dim light couldn’t hide the vulnerability on his face, nor the naked devotion she saw in his eyes. “I’m glad I listened to my crazy aunt. She told me I had to come here, that this was where I needed to be. I won’t say everything was a perfect fit at first, but I stayed. Because Cass needed me, and I needed to be needed. But, you and Foxglove quickly gave me another reason to want to be here.” She kissed him. “Now, I can’t imagine my life without either of you.”

  He smiled and stole another kiss before cuddling her a little bit closer.

  They drifted off to sleep, finally feeling everything was where it should be.

  Epilogue

  Dandy flew into the conservatory a few days later. He landed lightly on the branch Thorn and Bramble were perched on. “What are we watching,” he whispered curiously. He looked around, trying to see what was so fascinating.

  “There’s a rabbit in the hot spring,” Bramble whispered back.

  Dandy stared at the huge black-and-white rabbit swimming in slow circles. He didn’t know rabbits could swim. “Why didn’t you get it out? It could drown.” The rabbit yawned, showing a sharp yellowed overbite.

  “We think it’s rabid,” Thorn said softly, his gaze fixed on the animal.

  Dandy scoffed. “Whoever heard of a rabbit with rabies? I don’t see any foam in its mouth. And don’t rabid animals try to avoid water?”

  “It tried to eat the parrot,” Bramble put in. />
  The rabbit seemed to notice the tiny men lurking over it. It let out a menacing growl, staring up at them with beady black eyes. Dandy thought he may have seen a flicker of red in them.

  The men leaned farther away, despite being well out of range.

  “That’s just not right,” Dandy said shakily.

  The other men nodded in agreement.

  “Maybe we should go get Shiloh,” Bramble offered.

  Thorn and Dandy nodded.

  No one moved.

  The rabbit swam another slow circle, eyeing them balefully.

  Dandy thought it might be trying to figure out how to get them.

  A few minutes later, they heard crunching footsteps on the path. Cass came into view. She stopped at the edge of the pool and folded her arms over her plush breasts.

  “Aunt Sophie, lunch is ready. Come out now, you can be Rabbigator later.” The woman tapped her foot impatiently.

  The Rabbigator glared malevolently at her.

  “C’mon, Aunt Sophie. I don’t have all day. You’ve been in here for hours.”

  The men jumped as the beast let out a blood-curdling scream-roar and lunged out of the water at the woman.

  Cass growled and lightly kicked the evil rabbit back into the pool. “Knock it off. If you bite me, I’m gonna be pissed.” Now she looked thoroughly irritated.

  The Rabbigator swam in a slow circle, muttering. Fast as lightning she launched for Cass again.

  And Cass booted her back into the water again. The smooth motion looked too practiced to be mere reflexes.

  This continued for a few minutes. It was obvious Cass wasn’t hurting her great-aunt. It was also obvious said great-aunt was barking mad. Literally barking, from some of the sounds she made.

  Finally Cass seemed to have had enough of the game. “Fine! Be a bitch! I’m sending Uncle Hiram,” she yelled and stomped back toward the house. “See if we let you visit again! Hogging the hot spring and trying to eat the parrot does not make a good impression!” she sniped over her shoulder. “And quit stealing Dar’s underwear!”

  Aunt Sophie made a disturbing chuckling sound and lolled in the warm water.

  The watching men shivered.

  Thorn looked Dandy and Bramble over carefully. “You bred with that thing’s genetic line.”

  They froze, staring at the Rabbigator in new horror.

  Bramble made a choking noise.

  “Oh Gods,” Dandy breathed. And prayed he wasn’t looking at his future. Winged rabid bunnies danced through his head.

  The Rabbigator squealed manically below them, a pair of men’s blue bikini underwear in her teeth.

  Author’s Note:

  In most cases the characters in my stories are not based on real people (living or dead etc. etc.). This is not the case with the Rabbigator.

  Several people have written in to ask about the inspiration behind Aunt Sophie.

  Once, many years ago, in a place far away… My father got the bright idea to raise rabbits. (Mom was not thrilled with this cunning plan) To this end he went to the auction and bought several does and a strapping young buck he gave the brilliant and imaginative name of Peter. (Dad was never great about naming animals. That’s how I ended up with a goat named Goatly and a rat named Ratly. Don’t even get me started about the cat he named Hemorrhoid. I digress.)

  So, among those does was the most beautiful, silkiest black bunny. She shined in the sunlight. Your fingers itched to touch her. She had a tiny heart-shaped gray spot on her nose. In other words Dad found the perfect bunny for his precious, spoiled rotten daughter. (That would be me. Yay!)

  Too bad she was the meanest thing to ever set her Satan-possessed paws on our property!

  She would sit in her water dish and growl every time someone walked by. At feeding time my mother would have to bonk her on the head with a stick to stun her long enough to feed her, because the evil thing attacked the moment you opened her cage. When it was time to clean her cage, we had to loop a rope around her neck and stuff her into a sack so she wouldn’t savage us. She tried to get the cats through the wire if they got too close.

  This rabbit feared nothing!

  My father declared she wasn’t a rabbit but a fur-coated alligator. He thought about setting her loose in the woods but was afraid for the wildlife. Soon after, her name was changed to Rabbigator, which stuck until her death.

  And that, my friends, is the story of the Rabbigator. May she rest in peace, and please God, don’t ever let her come back.

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  Theolyn Boese

  Theolyn Boese lives with a wide assortment of animals, which include two cats, Goblyn and Wisp, a Border Collie named Fuzzbutt, and assorted freshwater snails and guppies.

  She has been writing since grade school, staring with a poetry class her teacher enrolled her in to help her learn to work with dyslexia. Bolstered by her teacher’s faith in her she quickly learned to love reading and writing instead of being afraid of it. Soon after she was reading voraciously and scribbling poems on everything.

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