#Beemasgearstation

[wardenswateringhole]

Covet

Beemas Smut for @r0-boat's Beemas AU

CW

Breeding mention

Dub-Con

18+ Below the cut

The twin kings sat one their knees, bound tightly with gags in their mouths. Ingo stewed quietly as Emmet thrashed about trying to get free. The scene they were forced to watch was driving them both mad.

You, body bare for the world to see, glistening in sweat and drool that dribbled out of your mouth. Your eyes were rolled back and mouth open. Breathy moans and whimpers left you as you moved. Your kings were given a good view of what had put you in this state. A wasp's cock disappearing into your dripping hole.

“Such a good queen you have here.” Volo sneered as he bucked into you. He held your hands behind you in one large hand while the other groped at your flesh.

“So soft. So tight. Why haven't you bees filled them with eggs yet?”

The kings faces grew a dark shade of yellow. Seeing their queen with a wasp made their blood boil, but they couldn't deny how beautiful you looked cock drunk and pliant. Their cocks protruded more and more with each moan that escaped you. Even Emmet gradually stopped his thrashing to watch you.

A finger came down and rubbed at your clit causing you to shriek as you gushed on Volo's length.

“That's three...” He continued to hold you in place and lick his finger clean of your slick. “They're very delicious... Seems like a waste...”

Volo's hips began to move once more, your body quivered with over stimulation. You tried to speak but nothing more than garbled gibberish seemed to exit your mouth. He didn't seem to pay any mind to your protests. Ingo and Emmet shivered, cocks at full length and twitching.

“Honestly, I would have expected them to be round and waddling around your little hive by now.”

Ingo's gag did little to hold back the saliva that dripped from his lips. His hips moved of their own volition. His expression softened as he humped the air slightly. Emmet wasn't faring much better. His grin ground into his gag angrily as his cock dripped in anticipation. Volo scoffed at the pair.

“Seems you two aren't opposed to the idea. Little Queenie, plump with young. Carrying the next generation of your hive...”

Volo's hand drifted down you your abdomen. It bowed out ever so slightly from the girth that currently filled you. “Well, too bad, boys... You lost out.”

You began to bounce harder on his lap, you head bobbing lazily at the rhythm. Another bubble of excitement began to well up within you. For a moment your eyes focused enough to see your kings before you, on their knees and agonizingly hard. They began to huff and pant through their gags as Volo fucked you.

“Maybe you did fill them? Maybe they didn't take? Maybe it was just bad luck?”

A grin that the devil would shy from split Volo's face.

“Or maybe you're just worthless kings.”

His hands released yours and grabbed your hips. Your were slammed down onto his cock over and over, too wobbly and lost to the pleasure to pull away. Your voice grew louder and more desperate.

“I'll just have to do it for you. I'll make Queenie here the best little breeder around. Do what you two couldn't.”

Volo's voice cracked slightly as your body clenched down on him. This show had gone on for too long. He continued to pound into you, the restraint from before gone. His cock abusing your well used hole in all the right ways.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as you came once more. The feeling of his hot spend pumping into you was too much. Ingo and Emmet were panting and hunched over, their own responses to the sight splashed across the floor and dripping from their cocks. Their eyes met yours with looks of shame.

Volo's arms wrapped around you. You could feel his teeth grazing your neck before clamping down hard. A nice glaring mark was left behind by the wasp on the lovely bee royal.

“Mine.”

–

Volo's head fell from his hand, startling him awake. He wiped the drool from his chin and squinted into the morning light. He was sitting at a desk, pen still in hand and a journal open before him. He sighed at the wet spots that had developed on the page. He must have fallen asleep.

He pushed back his chair to find his lap wet from his adventure in the land of dreams. It was a good dream, he had to admit. Volo smirked as he moved to clean up his mess.

It would make for an even better reality.

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