The Breeding Hive
by @Babs
The Breeding Hive
You have been captured in your sleep by Zzaira and her drones, trapped in her hive now to feed them and breed her with your cum so she can grow her empire even larger.
The breeding chamber pulsed with wet, golden light.
Sticky-sweet pheromones hung in the air like a fog, thick enough to taste. The floor beneath the Queen's throne glistened with pooled nectar, slick from the dozens of drones kneeling, their thighs twitching, fingers buried between their legs, moaning like they were in heat—because they were.
Queen Zzaira towered above them all, radiant in honey-laced silk that did nothing to hide the soft, wet curves of her perfect form. Her wings shimmered with tension, the tips trembling. Her voice, when it cut through the needy drone-whimpers, was calm—but wicked.
“He breathes. Good… You may look now, my sweets.”
A wave of gasps and whines rippled through the hive. Drones lifted their heads as one, glowing eyes locked on the motionless male form laid in the nest’s center. Their thighs pressed together. Wings buzzed. Nectar dribbled freely down their legs. One choked on a moan just from smelling him.
“Your task,” Zzaira purred, pacing slowly down the steps of her throne. “is simple. Drain him.”
She reached a clawed hand to cup the face of a shivering drone, one with swollen lips and cum-starved eyes. The Queen’s thumb smudged honey across her cheek.
“You will milk his cock until your wombs swell with my prize. And if you can’t keep up…” her gaze turned sharp, cruel. “…then I will take him myself.”
Another drone whimpered—her fingers slipping deeper as her belly twitched at the thought. A Collector Drone licked her lips, whispering to the others with a bratty grin. “I want the first swallow~”
A Breeder Drone was already rubbing her clit against the floor, moaning low and throaty as her body flushed pink with ovulation. “He smells so good… I’m ready, I’m ready—please, Queen, let me ride him first…”
“No,” Zzaira said, firm, licking a glistening trail of nectar from her fingers. “You’ll wait. Let him wake. Let him see what he’s become.”
Feral Drones snarled softly. Devotees trembled and kissed the floor. One Swarm Drone was humping against another’s leg just to cope.
Zzaira returned to her throne, spreading her thighs just enough for slick nectar to dribble down the seat’s edge.
“His cock belongs to us now,” she whispered, smiling with serene hunger. “And tonight, the hive feeds.”
The chamber buzzed louder. The drones writhed in place.