Honey Belle Ch. 01

She gave his earlobe a dainty nibble, drawing a gasp from him. "The same thing happens when a Thriae calls himself a boy. We don't mind one bit, of course! But boys are sooo naturally weak..." She kissed him on the cheek. "It's very, very, very rare that a Thriae boy can withstand three beautiful women pinning him to a wall, covering him with kisses, drowning him in buzzing bliss."

"I." Senya's head swam as his lungs filled with sweet pheromones. He stared helplessly up at Sylvia as she gave him an imperious, knowing smirk. Like he was her property, her subject. "I, um... I sh-should..."

"Shush!" She darted in to shower him with kisses, and he whimpered and squirmed beneath them. He could feel her lipstick marks clinging to his skin. His head swayed when her lips left him. His mind swam in honey, tongue lolling slightly. "Let me do the talking, sweetie. I'm, like, soooo much better at it, aren't I?" She batted her lashes.

"Y... yuh..."

"Girls are so much better at talking than dumb boys," she cooed. "Aren't they?"

"Y... I-I mean, um, n--nngh..." His protest melted into an overwhelmed groan of bliss as she wiggled her ass against his cock.

"Dumb boys," she said sweetly, a honey-dripped finger to his lips, "just get soooo dumb when a pretty girl is around. Their dumb boycocks start thinking for them, don't they?"

He whimpered and tried to shake his head.

She beamed, took him by the chin, and made him nod for her.

"Aww, that's right!" she cooed in delight. "Good boy! They do! They're soooo dumb! Girls just always know best, don't they? Aren't they so much smarter?"

"N-Nno..."

She forced his eyes to his. "Yes, they are," she whispered.

"yes, they are."

The words slid out of him without thinking, and he moaned in embarrassment as a bratty, satisfied smile spread across Sylvia's angelic features.

"Now, as I was saying," she said, grinning wickedly, "we were talking about power. Thriae girls having power over boys. I bet you wanted to know whether Thriae buzzing affects other Thriae, don't you?"

He nodded meekly.

"It does and it doesn't." She smirked, clearly enjoying how frustrating this answer must be--or perhaps enjoying how frustrating her little wiggles clearly were to him. "'Cause, like, we are immune, technically. But only technically. Believing is another matter." As he tried to duck his head again--not, he told himself, to stare at her gorgeous tits, but to avoid those lips and eyes--she gripped his chin tighter and held his eyes captive in hers. Captive in the orbit of twin golden stars. "It's like alchemy. If you believe something will work, it will! And even knowing that doesn't help--because if you believe that believing in something makes it work, it does, and it will still."

Senya's mind swam in slow, confused whirlpools of syrup as he stared into those shimmering golden eyes. It felt like Sylvia was intentionally trying to disorient him at this point.

"A Thriae sees her buzzing work on mortals all the time." Sylvia's wings fluttered meaningfully, and Senya felt his mind already start to dissolve into the brief buzzing--as well as the realization that the triggers really were gone, and there was nothing but whim protecting him from Sylvia just getting it into her head to buzz her wings until his will was complete putty.

Not that she needed the help. "She brags about it, fantasizes about it. The hum of the Hive is >everywhere around her. She can't stop thinking about it. That buzz is like her Primal Code. It's inevitable that she'd start to fixate." Her eyes sparkled. "To obsess. To crave." Her lips brushed his, and he quivered. "The buzzing affects her because she expects it to affect her. All it takes is a gentle nudge--a delicate suggestion, a sweet enough hypnotic induction--and her mind unfolds for the buzzing like a delicate flower."

She ground her hips, and he felt her slick pussy sliding against his clad cock, exquisite and unbearable. Her heavy ass weighed against him like a weighted feather comforter, decadently soft, warm, inviting. He felt her honey dripping onto his trousers, some dripping through and making his cock twitch and tingle with need.

"So, are you ready?" she asked silkily.

Senya blinked dumbly. "I--I--" He sputtered and struggled, his mind leaking and dripping like a broken water pump, no longer able to obey him, only wanting to obey the owner of those soft tits pressing against him, those beautiful, pillowy lips...

"For number five, dummy!" Sylvia giggled and booped him on the nose. "Don't tell me you can't even count to five! Typical dumb boy~"

He whimpered. But... she'd already named all the roles, hadn't she? Queen, worker, warrior, drone...

"The fifth," she said sultrily, "is the mead sprite~"

"O-Oh." He swallowed.

Oh dear.

"Mead sprites are special." Her voice was soft, breathless. "A Hive can't function without them. A Thriae hive needs to multiply, you see." She stroked under his chin and giggled. "And so the Hive is always raiding, always looking for new toys~"

She bounced in his lap. He felt her guiding his chin once more, forcing him down, and his eyes settled on her full, generous breasts, so perfectly round as they pushed out against her sundress. "Not many fey can transform mortals into fey," she purred. "But a human who becomes truly addicted, utterly lost, can be taken by the Thriae and... changed. She swayed in place, making her tits sway with her. "They beg for it, in the end."

Senya licked his lips and tried to keep his composure as he watched her tits wobble and jiggle seductively.

He didn't like how she said 'in the end'.

A part of him liked it very much, though.

"A mead sprite's whole purpose is just honey and pleasure," Sylvia sang down to him. "They're, like, the same thing, really. Uh-huh! Serving us, sucking and fucking, kneeling and serving, obeying our every whim..." She smiled smugly. "They need it."

Senya was starting to realize he was in trouble. In fact, he might be in serious trouble. Everything depended on Sylvia's whims now. He squirmed, but Sylvia felt so heavy atop him, and her kisses had left him so weak.

She kept kissing him, too. Kissing his neck, along his jawline, his cheeks... and with every kiss, his mind fuzzed and buzzed a little more, more honey trickled into him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she had him totally at her mercy.

At the thought, he unconsciously, helplessly bucked against her.

"Ooh!" Her eyes widened. "Oh, do you like that?" She wiggled her hips with a sly giggle. "Awww, I-can-tell-you-doooo~"

Senya whined as his cock twitched and throbbed and dribbled. No. No, he had to... he needed to...

He watched her tits bounce and jiggle. He couldn't look away, even when her kisses started to move closer to his lips, and every breath of air was a breath of her, her will filling his lungs, suffusing his mind, melting him, breaking him.

"That's right, cutie," she cooed down at him condescendingly. "Just stare at my tits. Just stare at my bimbo beegirl boobies like a good boy should!" She bounced to and fro. "Let your whole mind sink into them. Sink into the honey they're soooo ready to share with you~"

"No," Senya moaned, "wait, Sylvia, I..."

"Sink."

Senya's head dropped until his chin touched his chest. He stared helplessly at Sylvia's chest. He couldn't help it. He was just a boy, after all. Boys couldn't help themselves.

He stared at the bouncing boobies and felt a thin trail of drool tracing from the corner of his mouth.

And then they squished together, and his whole mind was squished between them.

"Good boy." Sylvia sounded unbearably smug. "Sink deeeeep deepdeepdeepdeep down for me, okay, baby?"

"yes, Sylvia." Senya vaguely felt like he was supposed to be fighting, but his voice sounded so sure, so brainlessly, senselessly certain that Sylvia needed to be obeyed, he couldn't even imagine trying to do anything else. It felt so good to just sit here, to stare, to agree with everything Sylvia told him. He felt his mind sinking, squishing, smooshing, bouncing...

"Good boy." Sylvia's voice was sunny and warm, and Senya shivered with pleasure. "You're nice and under, now, aren't you? Totally docile. Toootally suggestible."

"Uh..." Senya couldn't even lift his head to meet her eyes. Senya's head was current filled halfway to the brim with honey, so heavy, so sloshy and gooey and sticky and irresistible even as it sapped the strength from his will. He couldn't lift his head, and why would he, when it was so easy to keep staring at Sylvia's beautiful tits...

"Yes, you are," Sylvia purred.

"yes..."

"Suggestible. Docile. Obedient." Her hips wriggled.

"obeedieennt," Senya mewled.

"Aww, the pleasure's already enslaved your dumb boy brain, hasn't it?"

"y-y-yeh..." Senya struggled with the word, some tiny piece of willpower pulling desperately at the escaping syllable.

Sylvia laughed lightly and caressed his cheek. "Good boys say yes~"

"oh." Senya let out a breathless sigh as the tiny piece of him melted into the rising honey tides, and now the word spilled from his lips without resistance. "y-yes, Sylvia!"

"Good boy!" Sylvia sounded quite pleased. "Isn't that soooo much, like, easier for a dummy boy like you?"

"yes, Sylvia," he whispered. It was so much simpler to just say that to everything she told him. Good boys said yes.

"Good boy!"

As he said it, as he felt the sweet pleasure of her praise, Senya felt a big, stupid smile spreading across his face. This was so much easier. Sylvia was so smart!

"You're nice and deep under now," Sylvia cooed. "Deep, deep, totally at my mercy."

"yes, Sylvia."

"And your brain is allll gooey," she said sadly, "isn't it, sweetie?"

"y-yes..."

"Of course it is." She tipped his head up and leaned in with a fierce, almost savage grin, peppering his face with soft, wet kisses. "Gooey," mwah! "and sticky," mwah! "with honey~" The second she finished, she released his chin, and his head dropped back down feeling heavier than ever.

"yes," he whimpered. "yes, yes, yes, Sylvia!"

"Soooo sticky," she gushed with a girlish giggle, "it's just gonna take on every little suggestion I make, isn't it? Right now, you'd let a pretty girl do anything to you." Her voice dripped with sweet, intoxicating suggestions. "Anything to your weak, vulnerable, sticky-drippy-gooey-drooly mind she pleases~"

Senya's tongue lolled as Sylvia bounced her breasts with a happy, bubbly laugh. "yyyesss..."

"I'm gonna wake you up in a moment," she said silkily. "But before I do, I'm gonna put some cuuute little... suggestions on that sticky-gooey brain of yours.

"You don't mind, do you?"

She tipped his chin up again and forced his eyes into hers. She had on the most insufferably smug, condescending smile he'd ever seen. In all his humiliation, his cock only twitched eagerly at the mere thought of pleasing her.

"yes, Sylvia!" he babbled happily, bucking up against her weight.

Sylvia giggled with glee. "Oh, wow, you're soooo far down right now. Good boy! I bet you were secretly craving me doing this the whole time~"

"yes, Sylvia." It was true, he realized. Senya knew it was true, because she said it, and Sylvia was so much smarter than a dumb boy like him. Pretty girls were always smarter than dumb boys like him. It had to be true. Sylvia couldn't be wrong. She knew his brain better than he did, clearly, since she kept telling him things he hadn't known that were true about it.

"They're gonna stick to your brain," she purred, "like sweet, sticky lipstick kisses. Doesn't that sound nice?" To demonstrate, she planted a long, indulgent kiss on his cheek.

"yesss," he slurred. The kiss felt so wonderful, and the thought of more of those kisses on his brain... through the languid amber currents flooding his mind, pure idiotic bliss flowed like swelling tidal waves. "s-stick... kisses..."

"That's right!" Sylvia smirked. "Good boy. Now..." She traced her fingertips over his scalp. "What to do with this pretty toy~?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Lorelei's Note: Thanks for reading! This is the first part of a two-parter selected in a poll by my patrons--stay tuned for Part Two next week! I really loved writing this story. Feedback is, as always, super welcome! <3