Nameless shook aside his worries as he considered the cloth and the beautiful woman naked before him.
Then he smiled as a much more pleasant memory came into his mind and he set the cloth back into the water.
“Do you remember the first time we were in this tub together?”
Milly bit her lip, then her eyes hooded as she ran one hand up her curves and set it just below her neck, her other hand meanwhile squeezing one breast.
“Yes. It seems so long ago. But I could never forget that night.”
He shifted up in the tub with her, both of them on their knees now; their bodies just inches apart as he watched her hands absently caress her soapy torso.
“Tell me about it?” He whispered into the heated air of the bathroom.
Their eyes were locked together as their breathing deepened.
After a moment, she nodded.
“It was… after I gave you your first blowjob. By the oak tree.”
His cock began to stiffen at the naughty memory, hovering just above the surface of the water and when her eyes caught sight of it he reached down and began to slowly stroke himself.
“I remember. That was your first one too right?”
Her cheeks were pink and the hand below her neck drifted down her body, heading ever lower as she spoke.
“It was. It was the first time I tasted your stuff.”
“My cum?”
Her cheeks turned even pinker as she nodded and her hand reached its goal, her fingers slipping between her pussy lips as she watched him stroke himself.
“Yeah.”
“And did you like the taste of it?”
She shoved her middle finger deep into her wet tunnel.
“I loved it!”
A gentle low sounded from her as she penetrated herself.
His own voice was unsteady at the memory of his first load spilling into her mouth and all across her face.
“A-and then what happened?”
Nameless didn’t know why, but he desperately needed them to relive that moment from so many weeks ago.
It was so much simpler then.
“We had a bath, just like this.”
Her voice was breathy as they both increased the speed with which they pleasured themselves.
“And?”
She swallowed and leaned forwards as her pleasure mounted.
“We got in the bath, and you had me stand up, you, ah… you licked and kissed me, down there.”
Her eyes flicked from his erection to her glistening pussy, another deep low escaped her throat as she remembered the first time he had made her orgasm.
He reached out with his free hand and tilted her chin down, their lusty eyes meeting again.
“You fell over on top of me, naughty girl.”
“I, ah, I did! I did!”
She mooed again, and leaned even more forwards, her chest now inches from his face as she took the hand massaging her breast and placed it on his shoulder to steady herself while she gyrated her hips into her working fingers.
She was so close…
“Master! I’m almost-”
His free hand shot out and gripped her breast hard while she moaned deeply in pleasure and began to thrash in the water. His other hand was a blur on his cock, splashing the surface of the water as he stroked furiously.
He was struck by a sudden urge too overwhelming to ignore.
“Me too baby! Open your mouth!”
“Yea- oh yes!”
She lowed again and her lips parted as she stuck her tongue out for him.
He scrambled to his feet as ecstasy washed over her and she slumped down onto her thighs in the water.
Gripping her by one horn he furiously stroked his cock barely millimeters from her lips while she moaned with her mouth open, her hot breath washing over his length.
“Ah!! Suck the tip baby!”
Still stroking, he pressed just the head of his cock to her tongue and she happily shifted her face forwards to suckle his cockhead into her mouth even with his working knuckles pattering against her nose and lips.
The added sensation of the soft moist heat combined with the sudden suction drove him over the edge and he cried out as the first spurt of his cum shot into her sucking mouth and across her wriggling tongue.
He groaned and cried out as he thrust his hips forwards, still stroking himself while the muscles in Milly’s hide-covered thighs likewise tightened up as she humped her fingers in frantic ecstasy.
Spurt after spurt of his salty cum poured into her, but Milly was a pro by this point and gulped it all down even as her mouth filled.
Wanting to replicate the event more accurately, Nameless popped his cock out of her greedy mouth and jerked himself spastically as yet more cum burst forth, some splattering between her spread lips and being quickly swallowed, while more painted her cheeks and nose as she tilted her head upwards.
Once again she held her mouth open for him, her tongue sticking out as he continued to stroke himself through his intense orgasm, cum shooting all over her face and dripping off of her tongue and chin.
Her gentle blue eyes, foggy with her own pleasure, twitched reflexively as his load hit her cheeks just below her lashes.
At last, his spurts diminished and his stroking fist shifted to rest in her damp hair, but Milly wasn’t done with him, with both hands she gripped his ass and guided his length back into her mouth with her tongue.
She bobbed her head quickly, sucking hard as his intense pleasure skirted the edge of pain from the continued stimulation. A few tiny dribbles shooting down her throat were her only reward as she swallowed around the head of his cock, while his hands desperately gripped her horns tight.
She kept his cock in her mouth until it began to soften, while he whimpered above her, his knees weak.
Eventually, sucking hard the whole time, she pulled her face off of his tormented flesh, his head slipping out from between her lips with another audible pop.
His knees gave out and he splashed into the water in front of her, quickly sinking down onto his back, his legs curling up against her knees while he let loose a dopey grin.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much how I remember it.”
She giggled at the look on his face while wiping her own with her fingers, working his cum invariably to her mouth; faintly she could also taste her own juices from her earlier pleasure.
“Me too!”
She fetched the wash cloth and wiped the remnants of his seed off of her face with its soapy surface. Then, face clean she leaned over him, her breasts smooshing into his chest as her lips sought his and they shared a slow kiss.
The couple sated, she settled her weight against him for a good long cuddle in the water, warm flesh against warm flesh.
“Actually, not quite.” He mused.
She was nuzzling against his neck, letting out the occasional happy moo, but tilted her head back to meet his gaze at his words.
“Oh?”
He nodded with mock seriousness.
“Yeah, pretty sure last time I took you into the other room and made love to you.”
She shifted down in the water and rested her cheek against his clavicle.
“I remember that too, but I think the bedroom might be a bit crowded this time around.”
With a giggle, she lifted her arm out of the water and gestured towards the bedroom.
Ophelia was bend at the waist, her forearm resting against the doorframe, her violet eyes wide and one fist stuffed in her mouth to stifle her moans while she watched him and Milly.
Her dress was hiked up and her naked ass was jutted out, while a soot-covered Nina stood behind her with her red face buried between the Flutterby’s cheeks, working her tongue over Ophelia’s privates mercilessly as the delicate girl squirmed against her.
Meanwhile Volka watched the action from the edge of the bed, a smile on her lips as she bit down on one finger coyly.
And peaking just around the other side of the doorframe
were Erica’s green eyes and dark ears as she too stealthily watched the two lovers in the tub.
Nameless gave Milly’s wet hair a peck before commenting with feigned concern.
“Geeze, you don’t think anyone saw us do you?”
Chapter 10:
Getting Closer
While Nameless and Milly languished in the bath Cordelia found herself in Paul’s drive, and once more she was at a loss as to where she was supposed to bring the pie she carried.
She had only seen the hive from the air, and at the time she was more concerned with not dying. But she was pretty sure that it was somewhere near the cottage, so she set down the trail once more.
For some reason that she couldn’t account for she was quivering with nerves, the memory of the queen’s arms around her was still fresh in her mind and she was feeling decidedly conflicted about it.
As she caught sight of the bridge a few minutes later she heard buzzing from overhead, and looked up fully expecting another ambush, but the Hornets she saw were all flying to the left side of the trail. So with a frown she walked closer to the bridge, and began to pick up on a steady buzzing through the trees.
It was pretty obvious that she had found the Hornet hive but now the problem was getting to it, she considered the thick underbrush, and then her dress and shoes.
With a curse she began to force her way in, battling the dense bushes with one hand while she protected the pie with the other.
After a couple minutes she caught sight of the dome and the swarm of girls working to build it. But in her struggles, her foot caught on a root and she fell into the clearing.
Her hands fumbling to break her fall, the porcelain pie plate broke in the mud with a deep cracking noise at the same time as a horrible tearing sound split the air.
Her dress had caught on a snag and ripped all down one side.
“Oh fuck you trees!” She whined out in exasperation as she lamented the dress and the ruined pie.
Several Hornets shot over to her as she got back to her feet and vainly tried to wipe the mud off of her bare legs; mercifully they were not pointing any weapons at her this time. Instead their arms were full of shallow clay dishes, inside which an amber liquid swirled.
Face flushed from the effort of pushing through the undergrowth, Cordelia blew a strand of hair out of her face and glared at the Hornets around her.
“And fuck you bees! If you’re going to order a pie at least give me proper directions!”
The Hornets watched her carefully as she examined the damage to her dress with an exasperated groan. The split was along the seam all up the right side and past her panties, her naked thigh and waist now exposed to the cool air.
One of them stepped forwards, a smear of her bowl’s contents on her cheek. Her eyes were distant and she spoke with great uncertainty.
“The quee-… Oldeera would… like it very much… if you came inside to get cleaned up.”
Cordelia face reddened even more and she nearly screamed at the monster girl, but she let out a breath and got control of her temper.
“Yeah, fine, where is the door?”
“There are no entrances at ground level, to make it more difficult for attackers without wings to gain entry.”
The Hornet’s response was matter of fact and caused Cordelia’s eye to twitch.
“So the only way into your big dumb house is to fly? Because, then, who needs a fucking driveway right?!”
She waved her hands at her ruined dress and her ruined pie as her words came out in a hysterical shriek that caused the Hornets to wince.
More buzzing sounded and Oldeera herself came out of the hive and landed before the bedraggled girl, once again clad in a flimsy negligee.
The two women stared at each other for a moment.
“Why don’t I help you inside honey? We can get you cleaned up, and have your dress mended.”
Once again Cordelia drew in a deep breath to speak her mind, but hesitated as the queen also winced.
For some reason, the sight of the beautiful woman worried about what she might say deflated Cordelia considerably, and so she merely nodded her agreement.
The voluptuous Hornet took her in her arms, scooping her off her feet while Cordelia’s hands circled her neck.
“We won’t be aloft for long, I promise.”
Feeling the strength of the warrior queen’s arms around her further mollified the tempestuous girl, and just as Oldeera had said they were inside the dome within seconds of her wings buzzing into motion.
Once Cordelia had been set back on her feet it was an awkward walk into the hive; Oldeera seemed to think her guest was about to either shatter or explode, and she was treating her as such.
Whereas for her part Cordelia was feeling like an asshole, because when they were inside the hive again she distinctly remembered the Hornet promising to have one of her girls pick up the pie from the bakery in the afternoon.
Which made this whole stupid trip, and every stupid thing that happened since, entirely her own stupid fault.
So the young girl scrambled to make small talk as they walked deeper into the hive, something she wasn’t very good at.
“How do you not get lost in here?”
Though the mazelike structure was lit by glowing solar lamps, she was completely turned around.
Oldeera shrugged.
“Instinct mostly. That, and every hive my sweets have ever made for me was laid out pretty much the same, where terrain allows at least.”
They emerged into her bower, where a wingless Hornet was setting out a steaming bowl of water on a low table beside some neatly folded wash cloths next to the bed.
“Wait, you have running water?”
The Hornet queen chuckled.
“No but we have a kitchen on the upper levels, with a stove and plenty of buckets. We did have running water in the city though.”
Cordelia considered the water and the Hornet who had just set it out and was now leaving.
“Thank you.” She called after her as she exited the chamber.
She shot the queen a questioning look.
“Don’t fret, she lost her wings in battle, but she can still serve.”
“Right, battle.”
That thought stymied her for a moment. And the constant, if faint, sound of Hornets working to build their new home filled the silence of the room.
She wondered at the effort it must take them, not only to build the structure as quickly as they had but also to… battle.
“Why did you leave?” She asked suddenly.
The queen was adjusting the bowl of water on the table until Cordelia spoke.
“Orders. My hive is pledged to serve the Aegis. I’m afraid I can’t say more than that. Now then, if you’ll take off your dress I can have my girls see that it is mended.”
Cordelia coughed.
“Sure, is there somewhere that I can…”
Her voice trailed off and she began to feel stupid again, she could clearly see that aside from some translucent fabrics hanging around the bed in the room, there wasn’t anything in here designed for privacy.
The Hornets were all working so hard to build a new home, and she was already an asshole just for being there.
“Are you alright?”
Her cheeks turned pink as she had another realization, one that deeply conflicted with her desire not to be a bother.
“Yeah, just, um, I’m not wearing a bra, so...”
She didn’t really need one for support and the apron dresses she typically wore tended to have thicker fabric in the front so she rarely wore underclothes for her chest.
“Of course, I’ll get you a towel.”
“Thank you.”
The queen left for a moment and came back with a fluffy yellow towel, she turned her back and Cordelia slipped out of her dress, standing nude save for her panties for a moment before wrapping the soft fabric around herself.
She coughed again, feeling decidedly self-conscious as she w
atched Oldeera’s wings on her own naked back, at this point neither of them were wearing much.
“You can, um, turn around.”
The wingless Hornet was gone, having left her queen to tend to her guest. And Cordelia was keenly aware of the fact that there was just the two of them alone in this bower thing.
Oldeera turned and took up her ruined dress, folding it neatly over her arm before once again leaving the room for a moment, no doubt to hand it off to another Hornet.
When she came back, she offered the nervous girl a smile.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She was on her knees before Cordelia could object and took up one of the clothes by the steaming bowl, wringing it out before proceeding to wash her muddy legs.
The baker’s daughter discomfort grew at the sight of the proud queen on her knees before her. The feeling of the warm damp cloth running up and down the smooth skin of her calves quickly brought to mind their intimate encounter from the previous day, and the stern rebuttal she had leveled at the woman before her.
“Here, you don’t need to do that, I can do it.”
She awkwardly reached down but Oldeera waved away her protests.
“It’s alright, I don’t mind. You are my guest after all.”
Guilt washed over her, guilt for every harsh thing she had said to this monster girl that she barely knew.
“But-”
Misunderstanding the source of her discomfort, Oldeera sighed as she wrung out the cloth and looked up into the wide-eyed face of Cordelia Loskins.
“You don’t need to worry honey. You’ve made your feelings perfectly clear to me.”
Though she hid it well, there was a hint of pain in her voice that Cordelia picked up on, and the uncharacteristically sensitive young girl’s guilt reached a peak.
She found herself blinking back tears.
“I don’t think I did though.”
“Honey?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever made my feelings clear to anybody in my life.”
When Oldeera saw the sudden tears, the surprised monster buzzed to her feet and pulled Cordelia into a bosomy hug, nestling the girl’s cheek just below her jaw while cradling the back of her head with one hand.
Cordelia sobbed and tried halfheartedly to push her away.
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