A hand touched the back of her head. Gently, so gently, eased her forward. The young knight's mouth opened. Her lips trembled. Touched the nipple. Licked.
And Nissa melted.
She moaned, pressing herself against her mistress. Her queen. Sinking deeper in the honey. Deeper under control. The beembo smiled that lazy smile as her hand left Nissa's head. The young knight didn't need it now. She was only too happy to lick. To suckle. To drink down that honey mead.
"Gooood girl," Mellia moaned softly as her newest honey thrall suckled her. Oh it was so good. She'd been surprised to wake up from her nap to see an armoured woman standing in her chamber. But when she saw how the young knight had swayed. How she'd been so hot in all that armour. So needy for someone to just tell her what to do. To strip. To sigh. To step into the pool of thick, warm honey, she just couldn't not do it. It was for the poor little bimbo's own good, after all. And it had been so convenient, too. Mellia had been meaning to find a new thrall. The hive always needed more beembos. It was so nice when the world was so accommodating.
Mellia's hand slipped between the young woman's legs. Nissa whimpered with pleasure as Mellia began to stroke and strum the young knight's pussy, slickened with Nissa's helpless arousal and the golden brew the pair lounged within. Another hand slid around the girl and began to massage Nissa's firm bum. "Mmm," Mellia moaned as the poor young thrall hungrily guzzled her honeyed milk. "Good girl. Be a good thrall for your mistress... Mmm... Drink up. Drink, my honey slave. My honey maid."
"Yes," Nissa slurred, her eyes lost, fogged with lust and drunk with honey. Her hips weakly bucked as Mellia continued to thrust a finger into the girl's slick pussy. "Yes. Yes! M-mistress! Mistresssss!"
Nissa cried out weakly, her body trembling in the throes of her orgasm, her head spinning. Spinning. Slow. So slow. Slow and thick and honey sweet.
Mellia smiled and kissed her new thrall's head. "Good girl," the beembo murmured, nuzzling Nissa before gently pushing her down. Down. Past Mellia's waspish waist, past the striped fuzz which coated her hips, and down to the slickness of her cunt. "Mmmm," Mellia moaned as Nissa began to eagerly lap at her pussy. "Good slave. Mmm... Ahn. Yes. Such a good honey maid. Mmm. You'll make... hn... such a good new beembo. Won't you?"
"Mnn. Uh... Y-yes," Nissa said dazedly, talking around a tongue that couldn't seem to stop licking her queen's pussy. Sliding up. Tasting her sweet nectar. Finding that wonderful bead of pure pleasure that made her queen's wings thrum faster. Faster. Stirring all her thoughts to nothing.
"Mmmm. Good slave," Mellia murmured, sinking once more into the pool of her royal honey, wrapping her thighs lazily around Nissa, pulling the poor slut flush against her quim, hips lazily moving, rubbing her dripping pink cunny against the young knights' face. Aiding Nissa in her drinking. Her submission. Her surrender as she sank beneath the corruptive royal jelly of her new queen. "Good girl..."
