The next two weeks were a blur of dizzying, mind-blowing passion.
Some days, Eri would ride Art wildly in the cowgirl position, shaking her hips to aggressively bring him to orgasm after orgasm. This allowed the worker apians to swarm all over her and Art's bodies, bringing yet more pleasure from hundreds of tiny kisses, licks and caresses.
Other days, Eri would lie on top of or beneath Art, pressing their two bodies together in tender intimacy. The queen apian would control her pussy with incredible dexterity, slowly but surely bringing Art to the peak. She would alternate between kissing him gently and bringing one of her great teats to his mouth for him to gulp down her delectable honey.
In addition to conventional sex, they engaged in numerous other activities, some of which Art didn't know the names of. One warm afternoon, Eri covered her body in honey and did the same to Art's, then hugged him from behind and jerked him off. When Art had asked for something particularly adventurous, she had smiled and sandwiched his shaft between the seemingly-endless cheeks of her ass, rubbing him until the limit, then slammed her ass down and made him fill her bowels with semen. And, one enchanting evening, Eri had used her transparent wings to caress Art's entire body. The sensation was novel but no less amazing than any of the others, and within minutes Art had stained Eri's beautiful wings white.
Throughout these two weeks, the pleasure was so intense that Art wasn't able to respond in kind. He initially felt shame at that, but it soon became apparent that he wasn't the only one enjoying the experience. The apians, workers and queen alike, let out purrs of delight upon simply touching Art. He had heard that women felt less pleasure from vaginal sex then men, but Eri moaned with each thrust of Art's cock in her honeypot. And when he climaxed... the expressions of bliss on the apians' faces were something that he would never be able to forget. To them, his semen was the ambrosia of the gods.
Throughout this time, Art was also treated to various kinds of food. The worker apians were masters of gathering and preparing the foods of the forest and, while they refused to use fire, they assured Art that everything would be safe for him to eat. And all of it was delicious. Fruits and berries from the trees and shrubs, mushrooms of various shapes and sizes, even a few insects which Art was initially reluctant about but, after giving them a try, gobbled down with relish.
Of course, the bee-based Sylvalans produced foods of their own. Instead of milk, they lactated a thin form of honey, almost like nectar, which they happily slathered onto their food or slurped up directly. Of course, said honey was an aphrodisiac, so meals resulted in everybody being in the mood for another hectic orgy. And experiencing pleasure, which obviously included sexual pleasure, caused the apians to lactate more, resulting in a positive feedback loop.
On top of the honey, there was royal jelly: a white soupy liquid which the workers made by mixing their saliva and vaginal secretions and letting the mixture settle for a month. The result was delicious beyond words: when Art had his first taste, a mere spoonful caused him to almost black out. When his thoughts were clear again, he was once again balls-deep in Eri and covered in writhing workers.
Each day, Art experienced delights that surpassed the imagination. That said, he didn't spend all his time having ball-draining sex, as pleasant as the idea sounded.
***
For some reason, Art woke up one day with a desire to draw something, anything. He asked the workers to bring him something to draw with and something to draw on. They fulfilled this request, bringing back a large chunk of charcoal and some sheets of smooth pale bark which naturally flaked off a local species of tree. Art broke off pieces of charcoal until he had something vaguely pencil-shaped.
It was currently quiet, as Eri was sleeping - she preferred to wake up late in the morning - and most of the workers were out of the hive on various tasks. Art made use of this lull in activity to practice his new hobby.
Art looked around for a suitable subject and spotted a purple flower, growing on a vine covering one of the trees. The bright colour stood out against the relatively dark bark, so he settled on this flower. Sitting down, Art began to draw.
As might be expected, his initial efforts were terrible. At first, he couldn't even maintain a consistent pressure with the charcoal. He broke the charcoal several times and even managed to pierce through the bark on one occasion. After that, he had trouble drawing the desired thickness of lines, and after that he had trouble drawing straight lines or curves as needed. Along the way, he discovered that one of the trees that made up the hive had leaves that were good for wiping away the charcoal marks, so he used them as erasers.
Eventually, Art started drawing the flower, but then he ran into another problem. The worker apians had become interested in what he was doing and began pestering him to draw them instead. Since one subject was much the same as another, he agreed.
Art started with sketching out the shapes of one worker's body. He drew an oval for the head, a distorted rectangle for the torso, and lines for the legs. He didn't remember where he'd learned this piece of information, but it provided a guideline for what to do next.
Unfortunately, the workers couldn't wait that long. It seemed that they did everything at several times normal speed, and had a proportionately-short attention span.
"Hurry up!"
"We can't wait all day!"
"You're too slow!"
"Drawing's a slow process, you'll need to be patient - " Art began explaining, though only half-heartedly as he could predict what would happen next.
"Too slow! You need to be punished!" the workers cried out. As one, they flew up and descended on Art's body.
Like usual, the workers targeted Art's lips, neck, nipples, cock, balls and other weak points. However, Art wasn't the same as when he first came to the hive. With considerable effort, he managed to remain standing despite the pleasurable assault. And he wasn't just passive, he now began to fight back as well. Art grabbed a worker in each hand and carefully rubbed their bodies with his fingers, teasing their faces, their breasts, their pussies, their wings and everywhere else.
Speaking metaphorically, the workers were all offence and no defence. It wasn't long before they started writhing around in the throes of ecstasy. Art put the two workers down gently and continued on to the next two, but the workers were persistent and Art didn't know if he'd be able to bring all of them to orgasm before they did the same to him.
"Girls! Stop that now!"
Fortunately, he didn't have to. Eri had woken up and immediately stopped the "fight". Since she sat up, Art could clearly see the bulge in her stomach. He had felt a little weird when he first saw the sign of her pregnancy, as a small part of him was against knocking up someone he had just met, but now he had gotten used to it.
Art explained the situation, then Eri turned towards her daughters and said sternly, "So, you decided to attack him because you weren't patient enough to let him finish drawing you, something that
you
requested. As punishment, go out and bring back
twice
the usual load."
The workers quickly hurried out. Eri sighed and said to Art, "I'm sorry for how they behaved. If I'd done a better job raising them..."
"No, it's okay," Art replied. "If you want to pay me back, then you could be my model in their place."
Eri agreed and, after some discussion, settled into a simple sitting pose. Art took up charcoal and bark and resumed drawing.
Art sketched out the shapes again and then moved on to adding details, beginning with Eri's face. It took a lot of trial and error, with Art having to erase almost everything several times. Even when he began to get the hang of drawing, he found it difficult to recreate what he saw before him. He wondered if it was due to the makeshift materials he was using, but dismissed that thought. He decided that it was simply his own inferior skills, which weren't up to the task of drawing the divine beauty of Eri's face. Art even doubted that a professional could have done the job - she was simply
that
unbelievably gorgeous.
Art eventually decided that he couldn't improve the face of his drawing any further, so he moved on. He took a good look at the next part he would be drawing: Eri's magnificent bosom. Just by looking, Art was reminded of its overpowering combination of size, softness and elasticity. Her figure should have been comical, with breasts that together surpassed the rest of her chest in size, yet Art had never felt it to be anything less than heart-stoppingly erotic.
When Art started tracing the outline of one breast, he remembered the countless times he'd run his hands over the surface of the real thing, savouring the feeling. When he closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, all that came to mind were yet more images and sensations of the very thing he tried to avoid.
"Are you distracted by something?" Eri asked playfully, bringing Art back to reality.
"Huh!? No, it's - I'm just trying to concentrate, that's all," Art replied hurriedly. His answer was made even less convincing by the fact that his eyes had again gravitated to a certain part of Eri's anatomy.
"Hmm. Well, sorry to disturb you," Eri said. She then moved her chest ever so slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle beautifully.
Art tried to move the charcoal across bark again, but his hands were now shaking too much to draw anything. He sighed and said, "You're doing this deliberately, aren't you?"
"Of course!" Eri said, with a dazzling smile that would have instantly landed her a job as a supermodel on Earth. As Art had learned over the past two weeks, while Eri did mostly have a benevolent and tolerant personality, she also had just a tiny trace of wickedness as well. "But you know, I don't think that you'll be able to draw properly if you're
distracted
. So why don't you take a break and... relax?"
Art put down his drawing tools and thought,
