The bomb on Ludwig's back was giving him a lot of trouble, but he didn't dare take it off. It was his only hope of taking down the beembo hive.
His breath rattled in his mask, making it stick to his chin. He shook his head, trying to loosen it. Oh, to take it off for even a moment. But he didn't dare. For though the air outside was surely sweet, that was the trouble. The pheromones which soaked the golden corridors of the beembo hive would be his doom. He could almost smell it even through the acridness of the repellant he'd soaked his mask in. He had to hurry.
Adjusting the heavy barrel on his back once more, Ludwig crept further down the honeycomb tunnel. He'd yet to meet any guards, but that wasn't surprising. Beembos loved letting mortals into their hives. Very few had the resistance to make it back out. He could feel the humming song of the hive vibrating in his bones. Urging him to rest. To relax. To just stop fighting, lie down, and listen to the song of the queen.
He shook it off once more, grunting as he came to a slope. Gods. No wonder so few hunters were willing to take on beembos. It was never enough to kill just one or two of the drones. That wouldn't even dent a hive's abilities. The only way to properly deal with a beembo infestation was to take out not only the queen, but the whole hive.
Hence the gigantic bomb.
Ludwig shook his head to try and clear it once more. Nearly there, though. He'd been scouting out the place for the last week, dowsing to try and figure out the makeup of the hive's interior. He'd managed to figure out some of the worker's passages, which would inevitably lead into the heart of the hive. He just had to keep away from the common areas, and he'd be okay.
Muffled laughter suddenly reached his ears. Ludwig froze, looked either way. Again the laughter, echoing down the hexagonal hallway. But it was coming through something. Where...
He crept further and noticed a faintly translucent honeycomb like a piece of golden glass. He couldn't quite resist looking through.
He was in an upper corridor, and below he could make out one of the innumerable honey baths that made up the hive, and where the drones spent most of their time. Two were down there at the moment, and even though he knew the danger of them, Ludwig couldn't help but admire them.
Blonde, busty, their skin tanned to bronze and striped with black, the pair lounged in a glistening pool of golden delights. Their wings hummed, filling the air with the murmur of their enthralling song. Something the third member of their party was surely enjoying.
Ludwig winced at the sight of the girl in the honey. By her simple and now very dishevelled dress she had been a peasant, likely from one of the nearby villages, but not for much longer. Already the roots of her hair had changed from brown to honey blonde. Her eyes were foggy and lips parted in panting moans, her dress tugged down to reveal ample breasts as she wriggled and writhed under the teasing touches of the two beembos.
"So pretty! You're going to be so lovely," one beembo giggled, delivering a plush kiss to the girl's unresisting face.
"So gorgeous! Just a bit more honey," the second beembo cooed, dipping a pitcher into their bath and pouring the syrupy gold into the woman's mouth.
The peasant merely moaned, eagerly guzzling the honey, spilling it across her plumping lips and cheek. Her two tormentors giggled at her efforts, abandoning the pitcher, squeezing the peasant girl between their plush breasts and raining adoring kisses onto her face.
But that was hardly all. For even as they adored her with their lips, the two beembos dipped their hands into the honey, and the human's hips rose out of the waters as she arched, revealing the gusset of her pussy and the two hands teasingly strumming it. Keening moans escaped the captive girl, her body shuddering as the beembos played her folds and clit like an instrument, the girl's whimpers and gasps music to the crooning bimbos' ears.
Ludwig swallowed hard and hastily turned away. He didn't know if the girl had come to the hive willingly or not. Many did, the song of the drones too tempting to ignore. The pleasures promised in tales and tellings enticing humans to surrender their humanity to the swarm and join the brainless drones in mindless servitude to the queen.
But no matter, he thought, steeling himself and shrugging the barrel further onto his back. He had a job to do.
And he would see it through.
He started off again, creeping through the tunnels. The deeper he went, the stronger the humming song grew. He could feel it vibrate through him and, somewhat prominently, his crotch. He bit his lip, his manhood thickening, straining against his pants like a hundred adoring tongues were stroking him. He could almost picture the two drones he saw before lapping at it. Teasing it. Stroking it as he panted and moaned and got so hot and bothered and helplessly horny...
Gods. He wiped his brow. Gods above, he hoped he was close to the center of the hive by now.
...Wasn't he?
Ludwig stopped dead. Oh no. Oh no no! Did he get turned around? Get distracted? He hastily looked around himself and pulled out his dowsing chain. The stone at the tip vibrated, swaying and slowly rising, tugging to the right insistently. Ludwig swallowed hard. He was off course. He'd been so distracted by the idea of beembo drones playing with his eager body that he... he...
Ludwig felt a tremor of fear rise up in him and hastily squashed it. But he could feel the pressure in him like a pot ready to boil. Not good. Not good at all. If he was getting turned about, that meant the repellent was losing its potency. He had to hurry!
He quickened his step, moving rapidly down the winding corridors. His direction was now sure, thanks to the dowsing stone, but the route tangled. He seemed to be going up, climbing slopes of crystallized honey. Was that right? No. No, it wasn't. But did he need to go down? Oh no. Oh no no.
"Hey there cutie!"
Ludwig froze.
Slowly turned.
A beembo stood in a hexagonal doorway to his left, the busty beauty smiling dreamily at him with soft, plump lips. Her large, striped breasts heaving, nipples black caps on her teats. A perfect hourglass defined her, her wings giving a teasing thrum.
"Whatcha doin' all down here?" the beembo giggled, strutting towards him, her hips rocking pendulously, enrapturing his stunned eyes.
"I... I..." Ludwig gasped, retreating.
"Hmmm?" she said, sauntering closer, her breasts wobbling, her plush lips smiling as her wings began to hum in earnest. "And why are you so dressed up like that? Isn't that so hot in here? Wouldn't it be soooo much more comfortable to take all that off?"
Gods, it was hot. Ludwig had been able to ignore it, but now that she mentioned it, he could feel the sweltering of his clothes. The itch of sweat and the heat that made his pulse thump like a drum. His mask sucked against his face with a panting breath, filling his lungs with a sudden gasp of acrid repellent, clearing his heard for a precious moment.
With a start he realized how close the beembo had come, her arms stretching out towards him, the heart shape of her lips parting, her eyes molten with desire to touch and adore and play with him until he was her moaning drone slave.
His hand fumbled for his belt, pulled a smoke grenade from it. His thumb yanked out the stopper, and from the metal ball a sudden gout of intoxicating smoke plumed in the passage.
The beembo blinked sharply, her breasts heaving as she took a startled breath.
Then her eyes lidded. A dopey, dazed smile alighted her lips. "Oh," she moaned, her bronzed cheeks reddening prettily. "Oh... what was... mmmm..."
Her eyes fogged and her hands began to touch herself, running over her curves in admiration of sensations now zinging up her veins. She giggled, sinking to her knees, then falling onto her back, moaning in delight as she rubbed and touched herself in decadent delight.
"Oh. Ohhhhh. Feels... Feels gooood," she moaned, her wings buzzing fitfully.
Ludwig gasped, dropping the spent grenade, breathing hard and fast. That was close. So close!
But he was far from out of the hive yet.
