A Queen's Pleasure [BAD END]

Her words sink your heart into your stomach. Could she actually be serious? The Vespiquen would prove such as she pulls at her honeycomb gown, and peel it up would reveal her dark black legs spreading to showcase the ebony region of her folds. The woman's cunt had a nearly glowing hot-gold look to it as she traces a finger along its valley to rest just above her clit, idly probing at it as she awaits her new dildo.

"By your command, my Queen~" Talia answers before gripping you tight against her hip and proceeding to the anticipating queen bee. You writhe and wriggle, but all of your mobility was all in your neck. Your head could shake about in place, but the rest of anything useful was petrified in candied honey.

"N-Nnhmphk? Nmph!" You sure as hell as wish you had a say in this, but your muzzled mouth was getting lowered and aimed right in between the bee woman's dark thighs. Her hide was almost glossy with how well it gleamed in the ceiling's light. Not enough to get a reflection of course, but you had a feeling you'd see your own confused, terrified face blushing towards the cunt you were going to be stuffing. Your fearful eyes just glance up to the Vespiquen from up her figure, and over the horizon of the hills of her yellow breasts, a leering of ruby red eyes atop of hissing smile meets you. "...M-Mm...mph?" You grunt while your ears are folding back. That was a dreadful look. Yet it only caused a tingle in your back.

The queen gently rests a clawed hand over your head and strokes at your noggin, running a thumb across your scalp and to the basin of one of your big floppable ears. The Vespiquen coos down at her plaything, "Such an adorable toy, this one is. Mammals are my absolutely favorite~" You 'thwack' an ear at that which only bats her hand lightly. While it was demeaning that you were being talked down to, not as a person, but as a mere object, you couldn't help but shudder from her stroking pets in such a critical moment. You were...cunt-food? Perhaps there were worse ways to go, though you didn't plan on meeting any kind of end this morning. Still, he voice was oddly calming and the thumbing at the ridge of your right ear only soothed you a small portion. Any reprieve of danger was nice in this moment despite your heart pounding.

Vexna actually chuckles at the sight of looking more placated, all before gripping tight on your headfur. "Your pelts tickle my cunt all the way in, and you never go cold~"

Your eyes widen at such a statement, which directs your line of sight directly back to her vaginal slit. The black solid groin gets cupped by her other hand, all before middle and ring finger pry her nethers more apart to show the deep, orange-esque interior. The glossy texture traps your vision to it as her legs wrap to your cocooned sides, and with a nod to Talia, the queen yanks at your head to mash your nose right against the cunt. "M-Mphk!" You grunt in surprise, feeling the lightly wet surface squish to your nostrils and bury the front of your honey-hardened lips. The sight of her clit and nudging up to her practically has you cross-eyed, obscuring your vision to see your snout actually begin pushing through to part the valley. Her folds smear around your muzzle, and her warmth cascades to you. The vaginal lips squeeze at your mouth while your sheath thrums at such a notion. She felt so soft, so tight. Your face was right there at her cunt as a sweet-scented aroma completely blankets your senses. It was enough to make your eyes go half-lidded. "N-Nnmh...mh? Mmllhnh..."

Your tongue rolls around awkwardly inside your own locked mouth, a part of you oddly wishing you could open your lips to not talk, but to lap at the juicy cave tightly compacting your muzzle up. Be it some kind of pheromones or power; or your own damn horniness, you ached to lick.

Talia keeps a hold of your figure and idly digs your muzzle in, all the way to where Vexna's clit bumps your forehead...only to suddenly start pulling back out. You think you're going to spill completely free when your snout nearly pops out of the cunt, but you're simply rammed back in with a sudden shove. You grunt, but Vexna sings. Her voice carries out in the throne room to echo around the space, decreeing her pleasure and demanding more. Her stiletto-like legs widen out even more and hook across her armrests, using them as a brace to offer plenty of space for her dildo to be rammed. The tight squeeze of your scalp of fur is nearly torn with how much she wanted to feel your muzzle dig in again. The Scolipede obliges, pulling you back, and slapping your face in between her legs, tugged back, and shoved right forward again. Over and over, your muzzle shovels in at her cunt to hit her back against her throne seat and gets the woman to buzz.

"Uahh! Ouh! Yes~! Uauh~!" She demands for more, and gets more.

You can only watch as your view of the black royal groin submerges your world over and over, again and again, grinding your honeyed muzzle into her nethers. The slit only slickens as you do so, though, not just from her own excitement. The warmth of her arousal only causes the space to burn, and with the hardened honey grinding in constantly, it was beginning to actually melt. The thick, sticky nectar actually lubes her vagina while your muzzle hammers away, loosening the restraint on your mouth at long last. At first, you think you can finally take a proper breath as the golden glaze ultimately melts in slathers your entire mouth in the stuff; your lips popping widely open the moment the restraint completely softens apart.

"Gh-uh!" You gasp, earning a brief cool inhale at first before your honey-lathered face is just rammed in again. Your maw completely chomps over her cunt as it rams against your tongue and flattens up to it. "Gh-hhlk!?"

Queen Vexna howls again, this time tugging harder at your furry head to moan, "N-Nouah, st-stay! Stay there! Mnnh~!"

Talia follows the order, keeping you lockjawed in between the queen's thighs as Vexna quakes in her seat. The pussy practically pulses in place as your pinned tongue can't help but fight for space in your own maw, pushing at the soft surface of the nethers to try and shove it back. But it only delves your tongue to squeeze into the folds, prying them apart as you taste the honey-flavored cunt. The intense sweetness and strong scent completely floods into your head, forcing your eyes to partly roll up and flutter the lids. "R-Rrmphhmhph...ggllmmhph..."

You can't hold back. In your frame of teeth, you gently gnaw around the royal region and hook your tongue inside; the curl makes the bee squirt suddenly. Her thighs shake when you do so, tempting you to go for it again. The utter arousal of it all acts as a brief distraction from what the original intent here was, because you were now sporting an aching erection that rides up your belly in the tight pressure of the cocoon. You weakly have to hump at the interior of candied honey just to help pre and deal with your excitement, all the while of you scarfing down at the tyrant's cunt. Wet clicks and muffled groans thrum from your mouth as you seal your slimy lips over the vaginal surface. The tongue itself pumps inside, replacing your muzzle's actions to willingly jerk and dig through the wet walls that only squirt in your mouth in return. You oddly swallow, happily taking in her fluids as she secretes harder and harder the more you wolf her out.

"Schckl...mhlm, sclkack, shlp, clck, sccklrpk...nmmh...shlp, ah, mmhh.."

Your offering is audibly apparent, even to Talia and Razz as they watch you steadily become allured to the queen's charming essence. The aroma was potent, and you couldn't get enough of it.

"A-Aauhh, mnh...that is it, keep going mutt..." Queen Vexna moans aloud, palming at your head now as opposed to pulling it to its limits. Her shaking thighs just squeeze together tighter, hugging the back of your head to utterly encase you to her worshippable cunt. Your tongue scoops at the sweetness, the heat of your loins, intoxicating yourself. Swallowing what you could, that shared taste of her nethers just floods in your own mouth and throat now, urging you to obey her.

And with a flexing squeeze of your head, her legs brace powerfully together to nearly crush you as she arches violently back, hitting an orgasm. The queen squirts wildly, coating your tongue in molten heat that nearly burns it as your lips remain sealed, unable to pull away as your maw is washed in her pleasure. She pounds a fist to an armrest, yelling out, "Gguh! Aaouaah! Ram him! Get him in, now!" She rides her orgasm for as long as she can keep it going, and her warden of a Scolipede follows as commanded.

In a reaffirming grip of your cocoon, she tugs hard to **** your lips to loudly POP off with a wet squelch, leaking lines and bridges of the mess to your open maw. You gasp, brought out of your loving stupor to huff the bee's fumes from your mouth, grunting, "Wh...Whuh...?" All before you shoved wildly in again.

Your muzzle is **** shut as you're stuffed face-first into the recoiling slit, squirting over your sunken head as you bulge her yellow belly above. The queen rewidens her legs again, seething, cumming, and demanding your fulfillment to her. Talia jerks your neck and shoulders through, prying some inches at first, but sinks more of the cocoon in after each pull. Much like your muzzle, your cocooned body is dildo'd into the queen's awaiting pussy to finish what she wanted. The heat of the muff just melts at the honey around your chest and arms along the way, causing the sticky lube to trap you from really ever making out any progress of escape.

"Yes! Yy-Yyyeeesszzuhh...!" The tyrant moans to unbirth her inevitable meal, watching as the last end of the cocoon spills through, and you're **** through her cervix in a flood of hot honey. The pressure was immense, the honey was nearly boiling in the heat as it buries you in the tight chamber that was no better than any stomach. Her yellow gut swells out and her slit drools wildly down her taint to the crevice of her ass. "Fhuhh...my word...by any grace of the world...I am going to b-burst...~" She pants maniacally from her maw before ravenously looking to her marshal, Razz. The bee was obedient in watching, but his obvious erection that was standing up told another story.

"Pound him in." She seethes, gripping the upper sides of her throne into her hands while her legs still lay pried across the armrests, showing her squirting cunt forward.

The Beedrill twitches an antennae, along with a twitch of his black prick. "...E-Erh, your Majesty, he is already-"

"Pound. Him. Deeper." The Vespiquen demands. "Pound me. I order you."

Razz swallows. He wasn't going to deny such a demand, but the events leading to such...temptation were unconventional. His Majesty must have been desperately needy as of late.

With a stumble, the Beedrill makes his way to his hungry liege and hopes to sate her crazed appetite. Locking his hands to her legs to help as support, he gives a huff when looking down at the sloshing dome of her middle filled with an unbirthed mutt. He can't share any pity to you. This is what you risked, and if it meant he had to simply sate his queen's cravings for your lack of trust, than that is a victory in his books. "Your will be done, my Queen."

He readies his waist and doesn't hold back. His spire jabs into her oozing cunt, and the two ebony groins slam into one another. Razz grunts tightly and seizes up, having to flex his taut rear to slap his yellow nuts in; he was already leaking pre from just watching, but now his balls go into overtime as they start pumping out the stuff even more. She felt wildly hot, and that wet heat only splats to his crotch each time he hilts into her.

Every hump just rams your own prison of her swollen gut to jostle you in the molten fluids. You can't budge at all, and the air was completely lacking; you were just breathing whatever pheromones she had or of your own aroused breath. "H-Hgh...uaghh...nn-nnh..." You can only ponder if Jackal and Gold had it worse than you, because at least the bees weren't hashing it out in hard sex while they digested. Still, you felt as though it was all your fault that they ended up that way. Perhaps this was a bizarre twist of justice.

Both the Vespiquen and the Beedrill huff to the other, with Razz's chest beating against her bobbing belly while his nuts smack the underside of her ass, gushing with all the honey and fluids she was leaking. It left Talia burning with anger and envy, wanting this to have been a punishment on not only you, but for the bee himself. Still, knowing the queen's desires and fortitude, Razz was in it for the long haul here. The Beedrill repeatedly plows his royal highness before having to just hug her middle, using that as the brace to fuck her. "Hhghh...gh..." His legs were strong to stand, but the queen's heat and pressure were another thing, torching at his meat and giving his sac its workout.

For you...you're left to submerge in the boiling honey in her womb, passing out and away to the muffled, wobbling sex of the bees around you...

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...Razz heaves wildly as the sounds of the intensely wet sex crawls to a slow pace. The Beedrill's eyes are half-lidded as sweat cascades his figure; the once proud and sturdy legs that defeated the Lucario and all foes before him were now quivering, aching to drop. Razz's breaths struggle to shake out as he was dry from the mouth, but his lower half was completely the opposite.

His groin weakly humps into the Vespiquen with her juices, honey, and his own ejaculated cum coat his pelvis in a drenched mess as all the contents of their escape is spilled over the edge of her throne and puddling the ground before it. Razz's antennae twitch, his cock was sore, and his knees were buckling. How many times had he ejaculated in her? Six? Seven? Everything hurt, and yet the queen's cunt refused to let him go as the last remnants of one Lace the Lucario were left sloshing in her smaller middle now. But nonetheless, there was still more of her juices she wanted to secrete completely out.

"H-Hhgh...hhgh...m-my Queen I...ugnh..." Razz tries to speak, wanting to warn her of his fatigue. "I-I must...retreat-"

"Nonsense." The Vespiquen answers, also tired, but her crazed need of the sex of churning down her unbirthed meal fueled her desire for more. Her black legs tighten, as they were crossed around Razz's back to keep him locked in. "Finish, mmnf, what we've started. I want every drop of the mutt, nnhhh, squirted out~"

The Beedrill's heart sinks down. He didn't think he could make it. Already his lungs burned like fire and his ebony cock pleading for some kind of mercy here, jabbing in the splotchy ruination of cum in her cunt. He needed to hammer it out and do the best he could, despite his body yearning for anything else than that. Maye with a couple more orgasms out of her...he'll be done. Tiredly, he tries to pick up his pace, jerking back and forth in the slimy pit to help rile her more, but it only tortured his own sensitive dick. Razz gasps wildly, feeling his balls flex and suddenly sputter out yet another weak orgasm out of him, making the dick surge uncomfortably in place. "H-Huahh! O-Ough...Q-Queen Vhh-..." He couldn't sputter the words as he legs finally give in.

The Beedrill stumbles back and ragdolls in weight, pushing firmly to Vexna's legs to get the Vespiquen to finally uncross them apart. The marshal teeters over like a fallen tree, hitting the ground in a defeated thud as his black prick springs out of her juicy cunt, leaving it to wince up in the open air, pulsating and leaking the last pathetic orgasm his nuts could offer. The bee's eyelids droop down heavily, falling **** there and then on the ground after a final wheeze of his dry mouth. With that, he was left on the ground, with a punished cock steadily going flaccid from his soaked lap.

The queen snarls in disappointment, lowering her legs completely down. "...Your lack of endurance is troubling, marshal. Are you not fit to serve your Queen?"

"He is not, your Majesty." Talia's voice picks up, standing forward at the ready now that her time to shine finally came about. She had been waiting for the bee to finally give out. It was apparent especially when she simply takes a callous glance to the fallen bee to smirk. "Allow me to fulfill you as you deserve."

The Vespiquen certainly wanted Razz to finish, but would settle for anyone who could grant her the satisfaction she craved. Her legs pry over the armrests again as she simply lays her head in a cupped hand. "Very well then, get to it. But see to it that Marshal Razz gets his act straightened out through your regimen."

The Scolipede delights in those words, knowing she gets to really put the bee through the ringer now. Even if she couldn't prove his disloyalty, at least she had physical means of punishing him. "...At your request, my Queen~" Talia coos when standing over Razz and slamming her wide magenta ass down on him. An **** wheeze sounds out from the pinned bee at the weight of the impact, with Talia now replacing his spot and leaning forward to seal her mouth to her queen's vagina. Sealing her lips like the dog had done, she confidently and easily wallows her tongue into her majesty's muff to work the rest of the Vespiquen's ejaculations herself. If anything, it was beneficial to have let Razz do most of the job, and for her to be rewarded for the effort.

She was going to make this bee's life hell...after she gets done milking out whatever was left of the dumb nameless mutt that fed her queen~

The Infection Continues to Plague the World