Smooth, rolling clouds covered the sky, and golden autumn leaves continued to fall gracefully from the oak tree above, riding the smooth breeze down to cover the ground in tones of orange and gold. From the balcony of the inn they had checked into the night prior, Hako paid no mind to the steaming cup of tea before him, instead preferring to watch the morning commuters stroll through the plaza below with a solemn look on his face. As most moths did, he had his large wings draped to cover most of his body, not unlike a coat or a cape, and only the pale dark blue skin on his head and arms could be seen. Folded like this, his grey wings displayed a patched, indiscernible red pattern. Beside him, Cheri sipped away the last drops of tea and looked towards Hako, who clearly was submersed deep in his thoughts as he always was in a slow, calm morning, worry in her eyes. She was very short, – even for a bee, and more so when compared to the soldier bees as tall as Hako – her feet unable to reach the floor and her chest only slightly above the table. Despite this, her large breasts and backside somehow looked like they were meant for a stature as small as hers, and ended up making her more attractive than if she was taller, which, in her opinion, kind of compensated for the occasional detriments of being short.
Although, why was Cheri worried for Halo? Well, moths like Hako were usually thought of as mysterious beings that kept to themselves, but either that notion was wrong or he was an exception to that perceived norm. Hako had, of course, his moments of extreme wisdom, and could spend hours on end pondering and looking out the window. But most of the time he was cheerful and fun-loving, finding happiness in the smallest of things, while also being calm and controlled in the most stressful of situations. This was not the same version of Hako she looked towards right now; this was the version of him who refused to leave his tent until strictly necessary, who would spend long and tiring hours hiking without a single word, who would leave their nightly campfire dinner early and go to bed. Cheri knew that these difficult periods of people acting unlike themselves were caused by a problem that only they could solve, and trying to help usually would only make it worse, but she also couldn't bear to keep looking at her friend's solemn face, gazing at nothing in particular with a thousand-yard stare, trying and failing to hide the difficulties of going through unsung woes.
"Hako?" Cheri called in a shy tone, and, as he was forcibly snapped out of his thoughts, the moth hoped to himself that he didn't look as startled as he actually felt. Before he could look towards her face and answer, she continued. “I know I only met you three weeks ago, but I think it’s long enough to realise that there’s something bothering you. You never used to be this reserved, or quiet, or spend so much time thinking. Please, if it’s something I can help you with, just tell me.”
Hako’s gaze held to the bee’s large, gleaming eyes, partly hidden in a frown of solidarity, as he thought of a response that wouldn’t give too much away. Phrases such as “It’s nothing” or “I’m okay” came to his mind, but before he knew it, a long sigh had left his mouth. “Ah, Cheri, it’s just…” he continued, unsure of what to say next, still staring across the table at those kind eyes. Has it really only been three weeks since Cheri joined them? Hako had spent his entire life up to this point travelling to the most far-flung corners of the horizon together with Rikio, as Wayfinder Adventure Team. But, only three weeks ago, the Adventurers Association back in Anthill City had begun to accept three-member teams, and a young, eager bee had signed the list at just the right time to join Hako and Rikio in their team. Although Cheri struggled at first, she soon adapted to the lifestyle adventurers are subjected to, and formed a healthy friendship with both other members during their first minor expedition to the Outskirts. However, as they made the long hike to the Golden Settlement in order to fulfil a perilous assignment in the Distant Frontier, things had begun to change. Every time Hako was around Cheri, his arms and legs would feel heavy and uncontrollable, and he’d fail at basic things he was otherwise very much skilled at. He’d laugh at things that weren’t meant to be funny, or his face would turn red when she touched him or even just praise something that he did, and words would leave his mouth as a molten, indistinguishable mess. Hako felt that he could spend hours on end observing the way she walked amidst the autumn leaves and how her closed wings trailed behind her, and every time he tried to dismiss one of the myriad of thoughts about her beauty and kindness, it’d come back, like the chorus to a song he couldn’t quite remember the lyrics of. Cheri was the kindest, most beautiful person he’d known for his entire life, and he could barely look at her with a straight face without straining under the agony of yearning to express everything he thought, everything he loved about the bee sitting across the table from him. And love, Hako realised, was the only way to truly express what he felt without filling pages upon pages with unending prose.
“Screw this,” Hako murmured audibly, and before he knew it, his hands were holding Cheri’s shoulders in affectionate grasp. She was slightly startled with the sudden movement, and with Hako’s wide open eyes staring deep into hers, but stood still as he took a deep breath and prepared to say what he might never have the courage to say again. "Cheri, I'm tired of having to hold myself back around you. I love the way you're so kind and understanding, I love the way you're beautiful, but shrewd, I love your voice and the way you talk. By Venus, Cheri, I love you more than I've loved anything in my entire life." Cheri fell into an awkward silence that only lasted seconds before disbelief and confusion turned to realisation when she understood what Hako's words meant. Her cheeks turned to bright red as she tried to piece together a proper response. "I-I'm s-sorry, Hako, but I didn't k-know you felt this-"
She couldn't complete her sentence before the stool Cheri sat on tipped over with Hako's added weight. He was fast to hold her in a tight embrace, protecting the bee from the worst of landing on the hardwood floor below. Hako recovered from the fall quickly, and, on his hands and knees, looked down to Cheri's shocked, yet cute face. As he thought of how beautiful her expression of dismay looked with the red blush fading rapidly from her cheeks, a strange but pleasurable warmth spread in waves throughout his body, rationale and logic stripped away and thrown out the window to be replaced by the scathing, unthinking embers of desire. At any other time of any other day, Hako would've considered the thoughts that rushed trough his head at this moment horrible and repugnant, but this was no normal time of a normal day; this was the day when he confessed his love for Cheri, and the time he stood above her on his hands and knees. His gaze slowly travelled from her eyes held wide open in a startled expression, to the large bubbly breasts on her torso still swaying with the strength of the landing, down to her plump pussy that promised to satiate the fire of passion that burned bright inside him.
Cheri tried to move her arms in order to get up only to realise that Hako's hands pinned her firmly to the floor. Before she could ask the moth to release her, she realised that he stared intently at her parts, and, a few seconds of confusion after that, she understood with horror what he was planning. "Hako, what're you doing‽" she shrieked with a mixture of embarrassment and terror in her voice, despite knowing exactly what he was doing. "S-Stop staring at me like t-that, it's embarrassing!"
All Hako did in response to her protests was to look at the desperate expression on Cheri's face with a malicious smirk on his. "With how ripe your pussy looks," he said in a calm tone,
"you must be begging to be fucked."
"N-No, I-I'm no…!" she tried to exclaim. However, before she could finish, Hako bent down and began rubbing his sheath on her pussy, which released a spasm of its slimy juice on him as soon as they made contact. “Aa-aah!” the bee moaned, overwhelmed by the shock of pleasure that echoed through her, the body liquids continually released streaming into the floor below to form a small pool. “Wow, you’re this wet already?” Hako asked, stopping to look at the torrent of translucent juice leaving her parts. The red point of his rapidly hardening cock already poked out of his sheath, precum dribbling from its tip, and sweat covered his large balls, eager to unload.
Hako continued to rub his sheath, balls, and cock on her, and Cheri moaned with every intense jolt of pleasure travelling up her body, a new shock every time those sweaty balls and meaty dick pressured against her plump walls in their continuous kneading motion. A slick mixture of pussy juice, precum, and sweat already covered both of their parts and a sizable portion of the floor below, given the bee's continued squirts and how the moth's dick released precum every time it made contact. With a final, intense stroke that dragged aroused moans out from both, Hako once again looked intently to Cheri’s blushing face, breathing heavily as if to recover from the act of fervent pleasure, focusing on the delicious smell of sex that hovered everywhere, sweet and arousing like no other. Her face was lined with sweat, her cheeks were redder than it seemed possible, and she heaved exhausted like she had just run a marathon – and Hako looked and felt exactly the same; breathless, drenched in sweat, his body sweltering. “You’re moaning so much, and you're so wet” he claimed, shaking off the tiredness and heat, “you must really be loving this, aren't you? I wonder how you feel like inside!" he completed, a truthful grin on his face. Cheri looked at him, dismayed, but after the intensity of arousal and pleasure gave way to exhaustion and humiliation, she had no forces to do more than plead "Please… don't…" in a wavering voice.
"You're ready for this?" Hako asked, and, before she had a chance to answer, he inserted the tip of his cock into the plump walls that formed the entrance to Cheri's pussy, and, as his member barely probed inside enough to be considered inside her, both moaned suddenly. Those plump wet walls gently massaging the tip of his cock, the way his throbbing shaft stroked her insides… it was the best feeling he had ever had, and he wasn't exactly sure of why he didn't cum at that exact moment. "Aa-aah, Cheri, you feel so good!" he heaved, unable to stop himself.
For Cheri, the experience was unlike anything she could ever hope to feel. Most bees never got to feel the highs of fucking or being fucked – only the Queen and the one she'd chosen to mate with, which happened once in a generation, and those who disregarded beekind's societal norms to mingle with members of other species. "AA-AAAH!" she shrieked in a weird mixture of a yell and a wail, shuddering with the sheer strength of the sensation. His cock pushed her tight wet walls open, and the slight pain was massively overshadowed by the unparalleled pleasure that flooded her in strong, echoing waves; the intense, nearly indescribable fervour that she could never even imagine to feel before this moment. The latent pain of the fall, the humiliation, the shyness, gloom, and dread, all washed away to be replaced by complete, utter lust and ecstasy. The very idea of resisting seemed stupid to her now – Why try to escape this unrivalled delight, why deny it to others when you yourself know deep down that this self-transcendence of euphoria is everything you hoped for and more? A shy smile grew on her red, exhausted, but joyful face, as Cheri's growing lust led her to finally accept the truth; she loved being fucked by Hako, and by extension, she loved the moth even more so. Although the small pockets of reason in the furthest corners of her mind told her it was wrong and that shouldn't submit like this, the majority, fuelled by the scathing frenzy of passion and desire, told her to simply relax and feel, because there could be nothing better in this world.
Hako shuddered and stopped, allowing the most intense wave of pleasure he had ever felt slowly dissipate to leave only sweat and lust in its passing. "Haha," he heaved, "These moans… you like this, don't you? You love having my fat cock inside you." He exhaled in euphoric anticipation. "Then trust me, you'll love this even more!"
Hako had barely uttered those words before beginning to plow down onto her as hard as he could . His cock throbbed at the same rhythm of his heartbeats as it plumbed deeper with each thrust, determined to explore and caress every square inch of her insides. Again and again, those walls held his dick in a warm and tender embrace, rubbing against and stimulating all of its meaty surface at once as it slipped in and out, over and over, fervorous waves of pleasure with each thrust. The sound of Hako's shaft plowing into Cheri's cunt and of his balls repeatedly hitting into her united into a strangely rhythmic arrangement; "plap, plap, plap," the wet, fast paced claps resounded through the balcony and street below. Deeper and deeper his cock sunk into her, desperately seeking the apoapsis of pleasure of a release that stood barely out of reach, though it got closer and closer every time those tight walls enveloped and massaged it.
As for Cheri, all she could do was moan in the same rhythm she was plowed in, struggling to breathe and hush incoherent sentences between wails. "Aa-aah… So big… Aa-aah… Feels so… Aa-aah… Good… Aa-aah" she heaved, perhaps unaware of it, focusing on nothing but the ecstatic feeling of having that warm, meaty shaft bury itself inside her, quickly building towards climax. Yes, she could feel it, both in herself and in his cock; the increasing intensity, the increasing heat, all leading up to an inevitable orgasm.
Hako could too. Even though he had held strong and endured for as long as he could, determined to bring them both as much pleasure as possible, his resistance began to waver, and he knew that he couldn't delay release for much longer. In a single, sudden movement, Hako buried his head into Cheri's bouncing breasts, closing his eyes to focus all his strength on pummeling her as hard and fast as he could, racing towards apoapsis. "A-aah… Cheri, I'm… A-aah… I'm getting close!" he heaved.
One lasting worry that managed to fight against the deluge of bliss and ecstasy that filled her reached Cheri's numbed mind, so troublesome that it was. Bees weren't supposed to get pregnant – not even those who were partners with members of other species. But what she wasn't quite sure of was whether all bees except the queen are infertile, or if those who mingled with other species took special precautions to not allow something like that to happen. If this was the case, there was no telling of what would happen to her. She could even be arrested, or sentenced to death, or even forced to mother the new brood; whatever would happen, she wasn't willing to find out. "Aa-aah… Hako!" she cried, "Pull out!"
Even if she had yelled sooner, Hako felt like it was his obligation to finish inside her, and, from the moment he began rubbing his sheath on her, the plan was to have his climax inside. With a final, definitive thrust, Hako's knot pushed her walls aside with overwhelming force so that the tip of his cock reached down into her womb, and with a strong shudder and loud moan, he came.
For what might as well have been an eternity, Hako's dick throbbed with strength as it pumped a torrent of warm cum inside her, and for those ethereal moments, the only things that existed were his cock, the slick walls surrounding it, the unending cascade of seed, and the overwhelming pleasure that took hold of him. Glurp, glurp, the wet gushing could be heard, as what felt like gallons upon gallons of cum filled Cheri's womb to capacity and then some, as its walls stretched to accommodate the creamy seed. Semen already leaked through where his sheath met her pussy when the fluid pressure became too much for both to handle, so Hako pulled his cock out of her, his large, swollen knot stretching the entrance of her pussy before leaving with a loud pop, followed by bursts of cum as the building pressure finally found release. Despite this, the shower of seed continued, as the ensuing outflow of cum covered some of her face and a large portion of her belly and breasts. With the few drops who made her way into her mouth, Cheri could feel that his cum was sweet and creamy, but also just slightly tangy; overall, delicious. After that, she collapsed on the floor, her chest rising and sinking as she struggled to breath, still recovering from the unbelievable pleasure she had just felt, and that still ricocheted through her body. A sudden exhaustion flooded her. All the sex and lust and pleasure were extremely tiring, and, now that all that slowly faded away, she could once again focus on just how tired she was. Hako also felt exhausted, and his quivering arms could barely still hold his weight as he stared at Cheri's cum covered face. "I-i'm sorry," he struggled to say coherently, "I'm so terribly sorry…"
Cheri gazed deep into his eyes with a small smirk on her face. "Don't be" she answered, before raising her head just enough so that their lips touched.
Drenched in sweat and other body fluids, lips locked in a kiss, bodies held in a tender embrace, and on the soaking wet floor, both feel asleep.
* * *
The intoxicating smell of sex still clung to the air around the balcony when a voice made itself heard through the walls, and, although it was scarcely audible, it got louder as the sound of footsteps closed in on the door. "...y'know, usual for the Golden Settlement. But I still hate those looks they give me, it's not my fault I'm a wasp! Anyways, what is this smell?
Can't these bugs get intimate in their bedrooms or something?"
The door opened suddenly to reveal Rikio, holding the bag of groceries he had left to buy. He was extremely tall, even for wasp standards, and one of his antennae was broken while the other was cut at about the ¼ mark, this one brushing against the top of the doorframe. His skin had a distinctive reddish-orange tone with black stripes, and, if you were to ask him why he wore the old Wasp Kingdom Army uniform, he'd tell you that it looks cool. If he was in a particularly good mood that day, he'd say that someone had to clear the bad image left for his species after the war, and that seeing an adventurer in that old uniform would help.
But he couldn't be in a good mood after seeing the scene that unfolded in front of him.
Hako, laying atop Cheri, arms holding her in a strong embrace while his lips pressed ever so slightly against hers. Both were surrounded by a pool of what he hoped was water, and, no matter how much tried to pretend that that white thing between both their bodies was honey cream, (why are bees so obsessed with honey flavoured things?) he couldn't deny that it couldn't possibly be anything other than… semen.
"Ah, by Venus" he exclaimed, before beginning to stroke the tip of his cock that had already left his sheath.