Acccept Queenie's purest love (and control)

Queenie nods as she touches your shoulder. "Okay... but I need you to lay down again."

You give her a wry look and a smirk. "That doesn't sound like how a queen would say it."

She laughed loudly at that and nods. "You heard me," she grins. "I sat back on your ass, my little drone."

You nod and lay back, with Queenie straddling just above your face. She spreads her narrow legs and with it, her warm and fragrant pussy. You feel the twinge in the back of your brain as it goes right through your nose, and things getting wrapped in a warm sort of fog. "That's just the start," she says. "The loose pheromones I always create. My little perfume,if you would. I could get any man to do things for me with that..."

She starts to rub herself, and it's quite the sight to see. Her hips buck against her fingers, pushing deeper every so often. The pussy juices you remember from all your fooling around starts to trickle out, and your instincts **** you to lean in and lick it from her thighs. She giggles, but gently urges your head back down like you're a dog begging for scraps. She finally seems to strain and moan a bit, and it comes out thicker. It runs like honey rather than the thick liquid of cum, and has a distinctly yellow-orange color to it.

After a few minutes of this, she nods, looking a bit winded. "Concentrated queen honey," she says, wiping a bit of sweat from her dainty brow. "It should have you under my... rule, shall we say, for days at a time, and for miles away." She smiled down at you and stroked your chin, the other hand still holding open her pussy lips. "You'll be a part of my hive... a loyal knight to your queen."

She doesn't bother to ask if you're ready. She shoved her hips into your face and humps against it roughly. She's clearly turned herself on a lot with her teasing required to emit it from wherever she stored the honey, likely something deeper in her given the faint taste of it on her cum. But this... it's sweet and strong, and thick enough you could almost chew on it. You roll your tongue to scoop it out faster, feeling like some kind of new **** flooding your body with pleasure. Everything immediately feels wonderful. Erotic, yes, but your mind, your being tells you that everything is fine. Your queen is here, so what more do you need? Not food, not sleep, only her.

She moans and starts to hump more rhythmically at your licking, making the honey stick in your nose and mouth. Your only response is getting more aroused, and thrilled to find that your queen is feeling pleasure. Her gently buzzing moans are like the greatest music in the word. The squeeze of her thighs around your face feels better than a hug from your mother. You would breed an army with this woman if given the permission.

Queenie screams, but you can sense that it's one of pleasure deep down. She arches her back, her perfect tits thrusting out with stone-hard nipples as you're given the honor of her cumming on you again. Your gracious queen has marked you as yours, hopefully for the rest of your lives. You are her drone now.