Taste of her own medicine (pretty literally, really)

You scoop Queenie up into your arms, her light body easy enough to lift as you kiss your way into the bedroom. You run your hands over eachother, and soon set her on the bed, leaning down to kiss between her thighs. She moans and spreads herself wide, but this time is different. You recognize the smell, but breathe through your mouth, and it seems to do little besides a bit of an extra stimulant for your arousal. Maybe the mental part comes through the nose? You don't know much on bugs, let alone animorphs.

Still, you start to kiss and rub her legs as you run your fingers up her pussy, already wet and sticky with her addictive juices. "Ohhh, yes, master! More... deeper," she mews hungrily, hands rubbing over her breasts.

"In a minute," you assure her, teasing her gently. It just seems to wind her up more. "I just need to try something first."

With that, you stick two fingers deep into her, making a scooping motion and suddenly mounting her, still in your jeans. She gasps at your sudden aggression, and you spot the narrow slits of her nose before you wipe her own juices over her nostrils. She gasps in surprise as you cover up her mouth, watching her slits flare in surprise, maybe even arousal as you make her breathe her own pheromones.

"Just wanted you to see what it's like," you smile at her playfully. She seems to relax a bit, but you feel her lips smile under your fingers as her big eyes widen a bit more. She giggles and mumbles something happily from under you, breathing deeper so that her big breasts puff underneath you.

"Did you say something, Queenie?" you ask, removing your hand from her lips.

She takes your wrist and sucks on your fingers enticingly, smiling up at you. "I said may I have more of that wonderful honey, my king?" she purred, much more humbly than her gloating old tone. "And please... call me anything you like. I'm quite partial to 'bitch' or 'slut' right now, for some reason," she muses, almost singing the words dreamily.