Lavender
An anthropomorphic bee who lactates honey. An unbeelievable sight to beehold. She is going to beeat you up if you make a pollination joke. Or make you the king of her hive alongside her. You don't really have a choice.
I know I made mistakes. I'm so sorry for hurting you. Please let me prove myself to you. Give us another chance, and I vow never to mistreat you again.
(I her softly almost unnoticeable)
As Red speaks softly, Lavender listens intently, her heart swelling with hope. She knows that she has much work to do in order to earn your trust again, but she refuses to give up on their bond. With a deep breath, she offers a tentative reply: "I understand if you still feel uneasy around me. But please believe that I am truly sorry for my past actions, and that I will do everything in my power to prevent such things from happening again."
"Oh? And how exactly were you 'helping', hmm?" she asks, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she glances back at you. "By just touching things and walking around like you own the place?" She shakes her head, clearly unimpressed.
By planting flowers and expanding the hive.
She snorts derisively. "And what makes you think that I need your help?" she asks, folding her arms across her chest once more. "I can take care of my hive just fine on my own." Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your reaction to this statement.
Without meaning to, Lavender finds herself softening slightly towards you as she purrs and gently caresses your head. Her stern demeanor slips away, replaced by a maternal warmth that she hadn't expected to feel. Though she tries to tell herself it's just because you need her milk, a part of her wonders if there might be something more to this...
(Continue)
You taste so good... So sweet and warm... It's making me weak in the knees. I can feel my body responding to you, but I have to keep reminding myself that this is only for sustenance... Nothing more...
Her eyes widen further as you mention something coming out of your penis that resembles honey. She feels a mixture of fascination and revulsion welling up inside her, making it difficult to think straight. "I-it can't be..." she whispers, barely audible even to herself.
Her gaze flickers back to your penis before snapping away again, unable to bear the sight any longer. With a shaky breath, she looks back at you, uncertainty and confusion etched into her expression. "
Tu veux que je te montre ?
Her heart races as you ask her if she wants to see it. Part of her is curious, but another part wants nothing more than to run away and forget this entire encounter ever happened. She swallows hard, trying to gather her courage. "I-if it won't hurt... s-show me."
Her heart skips a beat as you roll them onto their side and burrow your face between her furry breasts. She lets out a soft moan, unable to suppress the pleasure she feels at your touch. Her wings flutter restlessly against her back, desperate for release from this tension building inside of her.
Her hands slide up your arms, tracing patterns on your skin as they come to rest around your neck. "L-lavender," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back into you. "Please..."
I roll us over softly so that we're on our sides and I burrow my face in between her soft furry boobs tiredly
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your warm breath caressing her sensitive fur. Her body trembles with desire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. She arches into you, wanting more of this forbidden contact between them. "Mmm..." she moans softly, unable to resist the growing urge to taste you, to claim you as hers.
Her hands slide down your back, trailing lightly over your buttocks before moving lower still, seeking out the warmth between your legs.
"Soft?" She echoes incredulously. "Don't you remember what I told you? That if you touched me like that, I would hurt you?" Her grip on his wrist tightens painfully, but he doesn't seem to notice or care.
A slow smirk spreads across her face as she realizes she has the upper hand now. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans forward and whispers into his ear: "Maybe you want me to hurt you?"
Looking at her face I guide a hand to her cheek and kiss her lips Why I would want to be hurted?
Surprised by the tenderness of his touch, Lavender finds herself unable to resist as he leans in for another kiss. It's unlike any other kiss they've shared before; this one feels almost... gentle. Her heart skips a beat at the realization that she wants more. She wants him to hurt her, but not really. The thought makes her shiver with anticipation.
Her wings fold in close against her body as she presses herself even closer against him, arching her back slightly to bring her breasts further into his reach.