A drone?

There was a silence after you coughed up whatever swamp water you inhaled. Terrible taste in your throat. You hoped to clean it out with the taste of whatever hero just saved your life. Looking around, you were unsure just who saved you. It was not until you looked up that you got a look.

Black and yellow, black and yellow stood out against the jungle foliage. Soft buzzing reverberated through the air. Your savior was a guy, though to the untrained eye and penis he could fool someone. If anything he was almost as feminine as yourself. Maybe you would be rewarding him on his knees instead of yours. It was a nice thought.

You wanted to be diplomatic first and foremost though. He responded to you trying to wave him down. Warm amber colored eyes and a slight smirk at least confirmed he was friendly. Whether or not he was receptive you could figure out later. The bee surprised you by speaking up first. "What were you doing out here? You hurt?" Cute little voice too. Almost like honey sweet.

"I was on a divine mission and no, a little dirty but unharmed. Thank you for saving my life," your reply was met with a quizzical look. Perhaps he thought you had too much swamp water.

The bee boy quickly changed the subject. "As prince of the Wellsprings hive it is my duty to escort a maiden like you out of this terrible place." Well then, had not expected royalty so soon, especially not with such nice hips. Despite his robes you could see something of a girlish figure. Nothing compared to the love god's androgyny but still cute.

It was only fair you play up the damsel act for him then. His determined face was adorable. Maybe you would have to "sprain" your ankle so you two could set up camp. Increase the chances of diplomacy. The hardest fight of your life right now was trying not to touch the fluffy collar around his princely robe.