Chapter 47: Long Live Her Majesty the Queen (01)
The bee girl reached out her hand, pulled the queen bee pupa from under my body, put it back in its original place, and carefully chewed up the hive material to roof and conceal it.
My body felt utterly drained of strength.
I knew that normally, a queen bee leaves the male drone to die after mating and exhausting his energy.
Once a single ejaculation is obtained, the male is considered valueless and is discarded.
Of course, in this case, it wasn't that my semen was used to produce bees, but rather it was injected into a candidate to become a queen to stimulate her growth; however, for the bee girl, my usefulness was essentially exhausted.
Having carefully concealed her queen, the bee girl left.
'Yes... That makes sense. Once used, there is no further need for me.'
Insects operate with extreme efficiency.
They don't hesitate to sacrifice even their own lives for efficiency or the benefit of the colony, so not eating a used-up male like me to use as meat is almost a mercy.
For the bee girl, there was no reason to go out of her way to save me.
Initially, I was just a male taken by her peers, mated, and used as food for the queen bee.
That should have been the case...
A short while later, the bee girl reappeared, not to grind me up into meatballs but arriving full of honey in her lower body.
After searching for honey for a long while, the bee girl, her mouth full of honey, began feeding me again.
To help me regain my strength.
'The goal was already achieved... why...?'
It couldn't have been a mistake for her to see me as a larva initially.
The fact that she had extracted semen from me and mated it with the queen bee proved that she realized I was not just a larva.
Perhaps she never mistook me for a larva initially but needed a male to stimulate their queen, creating just enough stamina and vigor for mating.
Like now, she meticulously fed me the honey stored in her body, turning to feed me royal jelly directly from her mouth, something that seemed unnecessary.
The exhaustion from earlier had depleted my energy, but with the effects of the royal jelly, my lower body started to become erect again.
'Me... to recover from near death due to exhaustion only to have an erection first...'
It might be the effects of the royal jelly... or maybe it's the softness of the bee girl's skin that's arousing me.
The difficult day was coming to an end, and darkness was about to fall.
Clearly, I had woken up in the morning, received an injection of royal jelly, and finished mating with the queen bee larva, but I had lost track of time during the mating with the queen bee larva, spending hours injecting semen into her.
I had thought the development of the queen bee larva's ovaries was almost instantaneous, but it was my misunderstanding; in reality, the development of the ovaries took hours.
Maybe because my body temperature had dropped, or maybe it was just colder today.
Whether she knew my condition or it was just an instinct to cling to a warm body, the bee girl wrapped herself over me, warming us both with our body heat.
Unlike the wasp woman who had attacked and kidnapped me, the bee girl was truly petite.
Only appearing larger due to the fuzz covering her stinger and her antennae, if you ignore such features and look at her humanoid body, it's remarkable that such a frail body could fly all day and gather honey to feed me.
'Bees... work until they die, don't they?'
She had gone out to collect honey all day today, moved for the mating of the queen, and while I was absorbed in mating for hours, she probably guarded this place to keep other wasps from finding it.
Thinking about it made me feel embarrassed about being intoxicated with royal jelly and mating for hours, so I hugged the bee girl tightly.
"You've worked hard."
The bee girl couldn't understand human speech.
But I stroked her curved antennae and touched the fuzzy hair on her head gently.
To allow her some rest, if only a little.
The bee girl was still feeding me honey today.
Initially, she would carry honey in her mouth until there was no more room, then carry it in her lower body, but now she was storing it first in her lower body before feeding it to me.
I'm not sure if she's realized the pleasure of feeding me this way, or if it's just more convenient for her.
Initially, I just passively received the flowing honey, but now I actively suck on the other honey from the sticky bee girl by holding onto her legs and pushing my tongue in, though there seemed to be ample space as my tongue could not reach the end no matter how deep I pushed.
'So I know rationally this isn't... supposed to be for that purpose...'
For a worker bee, genitals are unnecessary, so although it looks like a female genitalia, it's actually just a honey pouch, something I know intellectually.
But... when such an erotic hole expects sucking from me and quivers in front of me, wouldn't it be normal for a man to try plugging it, no matter the intended use?
Even now, making pitiful wing sounds, the bee girl was pushing her lower body onto my face to keep me sucking, but as a man, it was hard not to get aroused by such actions.
The bee girl seemed to be resurfacing her collection instincts, bending over to try to collect my semen with her mouth, but I reached out and prevented her from sucking with her head.
'This bee girl's collecting organ isn't just her mouth...'
Initially, the bee girl didn't understand why I was doing this, but as I kept holding onto her head and not letting go, perhaps because she felt it was a waste for my semen to disappear, she started mating using her lower body honey pouch.
The entrance of her unusually wide honey pouch swallowed my glans in an instant, pulling me deeply inside.
Unlike typical vaginal walls, the stickiness of the honey felt inside her honey pouch was familiar from my last experience, but each time I penetrated, the bee girl trembled her wings and sat on my body, moving her hips in a lewd manner that seemed more about enjoying the intercourse than just mating.
'It might be my imagination but...'
Here, if I moved my hips, the hive could collapse, so I stayed still, letting her movements fully handle the ejaculation, which was feasible in this cramped space because of her small body.
Whether it was because I'd been regularly fed and ejaculating or because of the honey the bee girl fed me, my semen output felt enormously enhanced compared to usual.
My prostate and urethra were so filled that I ejaculated entirely inside the bee girl's small honey pouch, causing her belly to bulge noticeably.
After collapsing from exhaustion, I held the bee girl in my arms, and she, too, lightly trembled her wings, nestling cutely on top of my chest.
There was no need to feed me back the semen she had collected from me, so she kept it in her body, waiting until there was space outside to go out and swallow the semen in her honey pouch with her mouth.
For the bee girl who always passed the collected honey to me, this was unlike her usual task of transferring and consuming some honey; this was entirely for her own nourishment.
'I never intended to keep having sex ...'
How could I resist when I was holding a naked girl in my arms in such a confined space?
Moreover, every time she came in, she pushed her lower body towards me, encouraging me to suck the honey, making it even harder for a man not to get aroused.
Being tightly embraced in such a small hive wasn't so claustrophobic.
'Someday, if my peers come to rescue me... I'll have to leave.'
If that time comes, perhaps by joining forces with my peers to drive out the wasps, I could liberate the bee girl here and return her to her home overflowing with honey and friends.
If not, and the hive is destroyed by a wasp attack, I'll have to start anew, but at least I won't have to worry about being wasp food anymore.
Looking at the bee girl sleeping in my arms, I noticed her slightly bent antenna, possibly injured when she was flying and collecting honey.
'Was she staggering while flying and collecting honey because her antenna was bent?'
I carefully touched the antenna, trying to straighten it, but it was too delicate, and I could damage it further if I applied too much force.
Despite being practically one-eyed like a pirate, it was admirable and somewhat regrettable that she still managed to find flowers and collect honey to sustain me.
"I've survived on the bee girl's honey for days now... It should be okay."
I unfastened the strap of my mana Sword from my wrist and spread out the leather strap, tying it into a ribbon around the thin wrist of the sleeping bee girl.
It wasn't for any special meaning, more like decorating Mollang or Shuru; I just wanted to give something back to the bee girl who had helped me.
'As long as I'm here, there's no chance of losing the mana Sword...'
With the bee girl's gentle breathing serving as a lullaby, I too drifted off to sleep.
Despite the loud buzzing of wings around us, strangely, I had been able to sleep comfortably while holding the bee girl these past few days.