Oldeera was frantic with her need for release and Cordelia was taken aback for a moment, she looked up at the thrashing queen.
The pleading look in her yellow eyes melted her heart, and she smiled.
“I think I can manage that.”
She settled her weight on the moaning monster girl, her head resting on her thigh as she blew on her clit some more and brought her hand up, but she paused again.
“How many fin-”
“Use your whole fucking fist if you have to!” Oldeera wailed desperately.
Cordelia again smiled, greatly enjoying the frustrated state of the queen. But she didn’t want to torture her overmuch, so she sucked her fingers into her mouth for a moment to moisten them, and then worked her middle digit inside the queen’s hot entrance.
It was an amazing sensation, a warm and slick snugness that held her finger tight.
She truly understood now why guys were always chasing pussy.
But it was clear that Oldeera wanted more so she slipped her ring finger in next and began to work them back and forth.
“Harder! Honey! Fuck me harder and suck on my clit! Please!”
The desperate sob in her voice made Cordelia feel a bit guilty, so she began to work her two fingers with more force and finally used her tongue to once again taste the queen’s juices before sucking her clit between her teeth.
It was awkward and took her a few seconds to get coordinated. The angle of her wrist was wrong, so she sat up a bit with her other hand on the queen’s thigh, all while trying to keep the writhing woman’s clit between her lips.
Oldeera didn’t notice, she was panting desperately as she climbed to her peak, Cordelia working her fingers faster and sucking harder as she heard the desperate sobs.
The inexperienced girl at least knew what that sound meant.
Gripping her breast with one hand, the queen lifted her nipple to her lips and ran her tongue over it lewdly. Meanwhile her other hand gripped Cordelia dark hair in a tight fist and pulled her close between her legs, and all but humped the poor girl’s face and hand with her pussy.
A frantic fifteen seconds later and she screamed her release.
Cordelia felt the flood of her juices wash over her palm and she smiled around Oldeera’s clit, a wicked thought crossing her mind as she too remembered that the queen squirted on occasion.
She figured the queen would like to taste a mouthful of her own nectar, so she released her clit and opened her mouth to catch some.
And screwed up the timing horrendously.
Instead of catching a sweet mouthful, she inhaled some of the fluid and burst into a hacking coughing fit all over the queen’s spasming pussy.
It was messy.
She was still coughing with her hands over her reddened face even after Oldeera came down from her orgasm.
“Honey, are you alright?”
Cordelia sat back on her thighs as she coughed again but she managed a nod as she wiped her forearm over her runny nose.
“Yeah… wrong tube.” She wheezed.
Oldeera blinked and then began to chuckle, then outright laugh as Cordelia wiped away the tears.
The poor girl’s face was a complete disaster; her hair was all over her cheeks clinging to the moisture of her spit and Oldeera’s juices, while her eyes were red and watering from the sudden coughing fit.
“Can I get a-”
Before she finished her sentence a bedraggled looking Hornet was already handing her a towel.
“Oh. thanks.”
She wiped her face and blew her nose noisily while the queen continued to laugh.
Once Cordelia was finished wiping at her nose she had a bit of a giggle herself.
“Well, that was great up until the last part!”
She turned back to the Hornet, who immediately took the towel and tossed it to the side before gripping her face and kissing her fiercely.
Surprised, but pleased, Cordelia returned the kiss, though it ended quickly.
“Thanks, and what was that for?”
The Hornet giggled, an odd sound from the normally intense warriors, and then immediately stuck her tongue back into Cordelia’s mouth.
“Honey, that was for giving me the best orgasm I’ve had in recent memory.”
Oldeera spoke and the Hornet released Cordelia’s face with another quick peck, before drifting back to join her sisters in their silent ring around the bed.
The brunette turned to see the queen holding her arms out, her hands opening and closing in a ‘come here’ gesture.
She lay down and the pair wrapped themselves together for a good long cuddle.
Both of their faces were flushed, Oldeera from heady satisfaction and Cordelia from a mixture of embarrassment and pride.
“You liked it then?”
“Very much, thank you.” Oldeera gave a long sigh and ran her hands over Cordelia’s shoulder and arm as the girl snuggled tighter to her side; “And now I think it is time.”
“Hmmm, time for what?”
Her head was resting on the queen’s shoulder, eyes closed in smug bliss.
“Time for you to try on my crown and see how well it fits.”
The girl’s eyes snapped open and she sat up slightly to meet the queen’s serene gaze.
“Are you s-sure?”
Oldeera nodded solemnly.
“I am. You would not be the first to wear it, and just like the others, I hope you will be the last. But you must remember, the bond comes when it comes. Sometimes it is immediate, other times a monster will be with someone for years before it forms. And with others it simply doesn’t happen.”
She gave a helpless shrug of her shoulders and smiled slightly.
Cordelia swallowed.
This moment had been coming for a while, and she felt a great deal of pressure, not from Oldeera, but from herself, like she could do something more to prove her worth to the beautiful creature in her arms.
At the front of her mind were Nameless’s words: a responsibility not to be taken lightly.
“I want you to know, Oldeera. I can wait. I-I’ll stay with you for the rest of my life if you’ll let me, and if it never forms then I-”
Oldeera pressed a finger to her lips.
“Shhh… honey, no more words. I love you, and you love me. The bond will come, or it will not. We will be together either way.”
She shifted her head down for a long kiss, then reached up to her hair and removed her crown with the bright yellow stone at its center, without another word she offered the circlet to Cordelia.
The young woman hesitantly reached out and slowly traced her finger over the heartstone mounted in the crown.
They needn’t have worried.
The reaction from Oldeera and all of her Hornets was both instantaneous and dramatic.
Warmth spread all throughout them and they let out gasps of pleasure as the one thing that had eluded their queen for her entire life suddenly overwhelmed them all at once.
Her heart had found its mate and it now felt what Cordelia felt, which at the moment was apprehension, not knowing the meaning of Oldeera’s reaction.
She laughed, she cried. And she looked upon the stunned expression of the girl lying beside her.
“My queen.” She whispered.
And she settled the crown on Cordelia’s head.
It hung a bit lower on the smaller girl’s brow, but it fit all the same.
The new queen went pink, and she sat up to see that all around the chamber the Hornets were kneeling with tears streaming down their smiling faces, and they weren’t kneeling towards Oldeera.
Cordelia took in the looks of devotion directed her way and spoke nervously.
“So, um. I guess it worked then?”
Oldeera laughed again, and then pushed her new bond-mate over on her back and began to lavish kisses all over her face, even as the startled Cordelia tried to straighten the crown on her head.
“Of course it worked! You really are such a silly
girl! And now you must deal with the consequences!”
“C-consequences?”
The queen nodded with mock severity and gestured for the wingless Hornet to answer the question.
The monster girl knelt on the bed and spoke with deference, though she still wore a broad smile.
“You bonded to a Hornet queen, which means that you bonded to her hive. And your warriors are so very, very ready to shower you with their devotion. You are the queen-of-our-queen and we would treat you as such.”
It was the most words Cordelia had ever heard any of the Hornets besides Oldeera say at once.
She felt a little apprehensive as the Hornets around the bed began to strip out of their chitinous armour, their athletic bodies soon naked to her gaze.
It was a bit much: dozens of naked women, all looking at her like she was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Before she could feel too trapped though, Oldeera leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Hon- Mistress… we shall do as you command, you and I have played for some time now so if you wish to rest, then we will.”
Though Cordelia could tell that Oldeera was being honest, she also knew that the hive would be disappointed if she just rolled over and went to sleep.
It was already such a special night that she really didn’t want to do anything to make it less so.
So she pulled her new bond-mate down beside her and maneuvered herself into the Hornet’s loving embrace. Cordelia nestled her head into the queen’s voluminous breasts with one hand up to steady the unfamiliar crown, while her butt settled on the mattress between Oldeera’s spread thighs.
Now comfortable she spread her own legs wide, her ankles crooking around Oldeera’s calves as she resigned herself to having more orgasms than she had ever experienced before.
Cordelia grinned as she remembered Brandon’s favorite word for anyone with tits.
“Alright then cuties, who’s first?”
It just felt right.
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Despite everything that Ophelia had told her, and despite their lovemaking, the hurtful sting of Yana’s words still echoed in Milly’s mind, not to mention the pain of the numerous injuries the Amazon had inflicted.
So while the others slept, even her master for once, she stood naked before the bathroom mirror, poking and prodding at her bruises.
After identifying all of the sore spots, she went through a quick exercise to determine her range of motion. It was somewhat ironic as Yana had actually helped teach it to her and Erica on their way to Bramblewood.
She completed the fluid movements with minimal discomfort, and decided that the worst of her injuries were in her mind, not her body.
Kar would be ashamed of you!
The words echoed in her thoughts endlessly, and hot tears slid down her cheeks again.
She wasn’t angry with Yana though, she was angry with herself for not training harder. She knew it was silly, and even unfair; she had never worked so hard at anything in her life, but she couldn’t get past the condemnation in Yana’s words.
Stealthily she slipped back into her overalls, her hands working to maneuver her breasts into a comfortable position within the fabric of the high fronted garment.
She then snuck out of the cottage and into the night, Kar’s spear in hand. Knowing the Saenga girl’s routines, she was able to slip past the sentries that Myrina had stationed around the cottage and moved across the field and into the trees.
She needed the privacy of the woods to hide her activities from the others.
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Well past midnight the Hornet hive was still buzzing with activity.
Cordelia was a mess, her hair was matted all over her face, and sweat glistened all over her naked body. Her eyes were drooping and she had dark circles under them. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly from her panting.
She had long since lost her voice from screaming out her pleasure.
Her hands were limply draped over the head of one of her Hornets, whose face was buried between her legs and pleasuring her mercilessly. The muggy air of the bower was being moved around by her buzzing wings as she vibrated her whole body to add to her queen’s pleasure.
Cordelia soon climaxed yet again, though her over-stimulated privates had her begging for mercy from the Hornet before her ecstasy had even finished washing over her.
All around, Hornets were working together in twos and threes to pleasure one another, and as the queen-of-their-queen once again achieved her release so too did they.
Oldeera still lay underneath her new bond-mate, her body propping her up as her hands trailed over her sweat-slicked skin.
“W-water.” Cordelia’s hoarse voice called out to no one in particular.
“Of course, beloved.”
Oldeera’s antennae flicked and instantly a pair of Hornets extricated themselves from the orgy around them to fetch their love something to drink.
They returned quickly with a platter of assorted fruits and a large pitcher of water with a trio of white cloths draped over the rim.
Cordelia tried to sit up but groaned at the burning pain in her abdominal muscles and slumped back against her bond-mate’s breasts.
Even just laying there, she had gotten a hell of a work out.
The two Hornets situated themselves on either side of her and pressed their hands into her shoulders, the one on her left spoke tenderly.
“Rest, my queen. Allow us to tend to you.”
Cordelia merely nodded, unable to speak as her eyes fluttered closed, she felt Oldeera stir behind her, shifting her head down into her lap.
“Drink, honey.”
While the dutiful Hornets held the platter, Oldeera took the soaking cloth and held it over Cordelia’s mouth; she waited for her bond-mate to spread her parched lips, and then squeezed the moisture from the cloth, the cool water trickling like rain over her nose, mouth and chin.
The relief was nearly a match for the multiple orgasms she had been subjected to over the last several hours, and so Cordelia had her new bond-mate wring the cloth out several more times until she had drunk her fill, not minding the faint taste of the fabric in the least.
Thirst quenched, she settled back into Oldeera’s lap and enjoyed the feel of the three Hornets running the cool wet fabric over her face, neck and shoulders, wiping away the sweat from her exertions.
“That feels amazing.” She murmured.
The dome had heated considerably from the orgiastic behaviour of the Hornets so the cool wetness was a welcome relief.
“I am glad, but we kept you up too long. Rest, my beloved Queen. Rest and recover, because tomorrow you will be treated to much the same.”
“Shit, Christine’s going to kill me.” She mumbled as she considered the bakery.
Oldeera smirked.
“That would just not do, honey.”
Even as the queen spoke, Cordelia’s eyes drifted closed and she began to doze.
It had been a long and amazing night, and though she didn’t want it to end, sleep gradually overcame her as her Hornets murmured sweet endearments into her ears.
Then Evadne showed up and ruined everything.
Chapter 23:
Shadow Strike
Satisfied that she was well beyond the Amazons’ perimeter, Milly was once again working through the range of motion exercise.
This time she incorporated Kar’s spear into the graceful movements. It wasn’t something anyone had taught her but she gave it a try and it seemed to help.
Once she was warmed up, she began to run through everything that she had been taught, not just by Myrina and the Saenga, but also by Yana and her girls, especially Kar, who she had worked with the most when they were on the road.
Because of her body type, she couldn’t do the high kicks that the Amazons and Erica could, so under the tutelage of the two Amazon tribes they had been developing a fighting style best suited to her, focusing on quick, powerful strikes with her fists and spea
r, as well as low kicks with her hooves that would turn a man’s shins to powder.
She kept herself from crying out, from announcing her attacks to the night as she did when training with the Amazons, she didn’t want to be disturbed, not even by her sleeping lovers.
This night, she needed for herself.
At times, she set the spear down, throwing out her fists as she sparred with the night; at other times she would repeat the same move over and over, whether with her fists or with her spear, thrusting out again and again in an attempt to perfect her form.
All of this was what the Amazons had taught her, and even though she knew that she would gain very little from practicing alone, she was compelled to try.
She even tried to use the memory of Yana attacking her, still so fresh in her mind. Though the Amazon had been so fast she had caught barely half of her attacks to begin with, and had managed to block far less.
Still, she struggled on, parrying invisible blows that had otherwise gotten past her guard.
She worked at it for an hour, before she began to cry, then another hour after that, while tears of frustration intermittently streamed down her face.
She was soon damp with sweat, but the night’s chill kept her from overheating as she twirled and thrust the spear into the flesh of the shadows around her.
Yana’s words played in her head over and over the entire time.
You have to be faster!
You are too soft!
Kar would be asha-
It was too much.
She collapsed to the forest floor, resting on her knees and weeping into her hands.
She stayed that way until a rumble in the distance caught her attention.
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An explosion rocked the entire dome and splinters raced all along the smooth surface in the light of the solar lanterns.
Despite her exhaustion, Cordelia sat bolt upright as Hornets scrambled all around her.
“What is happening? Oldeera!” The baker’s daughter cried out as the queen shot out from underneath her with impossible speed.
Within seconds the two Hornets who had been pampering Cordelia had dressed the queen in her armour as her other warriors likewise armed themselves.
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