Lost Lands: Royal Honey

"Did you like that?" the beembo hummed, her voice melding with the gentle thrum of her wings. "Did you like watching me play with my pretty thrall? Mm. It looks like it," she said with a pointed look at his tenting shorts.

"H-hey!" Jax said. "Stay back!"

"Mmm. But you came here for something. Didn't you? Oh," she mused, ignoring his protest, sliding her hands over her body. "Maybe you came... for some honey..."

Jax couldn't help but follow the movements of those hands. Watch as they stroked full, heavy breasts, slid over generous hips and down long, supple legs. He swallowed thickly as the scent of her honey wafted to him. Wrapped about him.

"I won't come closer. Pretty boy. But... maybe... you can..."

Jax watched, enraptured by the sight of the beembo as her finger gathered up a dollop of sweet honey, lifted it to her perfect, plump golden lips, and slipped it inside. The beembo hummed in pleasure as she sucked her finger clean, her tongue peeking out of her lips. With a pop she removed her finger.

"Mmm. So good. Would you like a taste?"

She gathered up another dollop and held it out to him. Jax couldn't look away from that golden sweetness. His mouth was dry. His tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. He took a shaking step forward.

And raised the censer.

The beembo's eyes opened fully as a breath of smoke wafted into her face. "Wha... ooooh..." She staggered back, swaying a little in surprise. "That's... what is..."

"Lightweed," Jax said heavily. "And I know how much you lot like that."

He held it closer to the beembo, and she couldn't help but breathe in another gasp of the smoke. The humming noise of her wings slowly died. Her lashes fluttered, lowering again. "Ooooh," she moaned drunkenly, slowly sinking to her knees. To her side. To the floor. "That... Mmmnnn..."

Jax let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. That had been close. Closer than he wanted to admit. He leaned over the panting beembo and gingerly placed the incense burner beside her head. The queen moaned softly as the smoke wreathed her face, masking her in the cloying smoke, her lashes fluttering and spiral eyes lidded.

"That's it," he murmured, taking a step back. "Just take a niiiiice long nap. Snooze away like that, okay?"

"Mmm," the queen moaned softly, wriggling, her breasts swaying, the golden rings chiming softly.

Blushing hotly, Jax hastily turned away and to the honey fountain. Fetching a jar from his belt, trying to ignore the girl currently submerged in the honey, Jax kneeled beside the oozing golden sweetness. Careful not to let his hand touch it, he dipped the jar into the royal honey. Gods it was so goopy. He was already regretting leaving the incense burner by the sleepy beembo. Without it, he was treated to the undiluted scent of the royal honey. It filled his head with sluggish warmth. The heat beat off his face. So warm. So good. He forced himself to focus on the jar, filling it to the brim.

Yet, despite his best efforts, he got a little bit on his index finger. He stared at the glistening honey. Would... would a taste really be that bad?

His pulse was quickening. He licked his lips again. No. No, he really shouldn't. He definitely shouldn't lift that glistening digit towards his mouth. He really shouldn't part his lips. He absolutely mustn't put his finger in his mouth and give it a good. Long. Suck.

And oh it shouldn't taste so good. So smooth and sweet and thick and wonderful. It shouldn't just shoot down to his toes in delight. It shouldn't make him feel so easy and relaxed. Make his head swim in drunken sweetness. And it really shouldn't make him suckle his finger like a good boy. A good, silly boy who just couldn't quite help himself.

Soft arms wrapped around his neck. "Good boy," a voice cooed, like liquid ambrosia sliding into his ear. He stilled and slowly turned his head. Golden eyes, still lidded, looked back. Soft blonde hair tickled his cheek, and lovely golden lips were an inch from his. His eyes glanced down to where the incense burner lay, dead. Not even a whisper of smoke remaining in it.

Oh.

A finger touched his chin. Turned his head some more. Lips met his.

And he drowned.

Jax moaned weakly as a tongue as sweet as sugar slipped inside his mouth. His own tried to war against it, but it was a battle long lost. He whimpered as the thrumming of the beembo's wings again filled his ears. Vibrated through him. Massaging away all that silly resistance. All those bad thoughts about leaving. About fighting back. About doing anything but whatever his wonderful, glorious queen asked him to. His lashes fluttered. The tenseness in him eased.

She pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting their panting mouths. She smiled into his glassy eyes. "Mmm. Good boy..."

Jax twitched, biting his lip. Oh gods. Why? Why did he want to be such a... a good boy? The beembo queen smirked lazily and reached down, picking up the jar of honey he'd gathered. "Mmm," the beembo mused. "So much trouble for this? Silly boy. If you wanted some, all you needed to do was ask."

Jax watched, helpless, panting, enthralled as her finger dipped into the jar, emerging simply coated in honey. She lifted her hand towards him, but when he leaned forward, drew back. "Ah ah. What did I just say? Good boys don't take. Good boys... hmm... beg..."

His cheeks flared with some spark of his lingering pride. He... he wouldn't... He couldn't...

The queen's smirk widened, her eyes growing more lidded with mirth at his blushing resistance. "Mmm. Silly boy. Do you not want it," she asked, his eyes raptly following her honey coated finger as she moved it in lazy circles. "Does my little bimbo boy not want to take another taste of his queen's honey? Doesn't he want to just... mmm... suckle?"

He whimpered.

"Lick."

He licked his lips.

"And just... drown... in my warm honey?"

Jax was shaking like an addict presented his fix. Waves of hot and cold washed through him. His cock pressed against his tight shorts so hard. He bit his lip, but no matter how he fought it, no matter how hard he tried to resist it, the words came forth.

"P-please. Can I... Can I have another taste?"

She cocked a brow. "Mmm," she mused. "So close. Maybe... try a little more..."

His face was burning with humiliation, but he couldn't help it. The words burst from him in a gasp. "Please! Please, mistress. Give me another taste. Your... your silly bimbo wants it so bad. Please! I wanna suckle it. I want to drink it all! Please!"

The beembo queen closed her eyes, basking in his humiliation. "Mmm. There we go. I knew my bimbo boy had it... hmn... in him. Well, since you asked so nicely..."

Her finger pushed forward and between his lips.

And oh he was in heaven.

Jax moaned as he began to suckle on her finger, whimpering in delight. Oh gods it was soooo good! How could anything be this good? This delicious? This wonderful and sweet and soothing away all his worries and tension.

The beembo queen watched intently, her smile fluttering around her soft lips. "Mmm. Good boy. So gooood... Hm. That wasn't so hard, my silly bimbo. Was it? You're being such a good boy. Such a good... pretty... bimbo..."

Jax glared up at her. He wanted to retort but his mouth was far too busy sucking on her finger. Licking it eagerly clean. He'd tell her off afterward. When he was finished. For the time being he simply let his lashes flutter, his mind melting like sweet honey on a warm day. His body just ease. Relax. Let all his worries go as he sucked. Sucked. Sucked.

The beembo queen smiled as she pulled her glistening brown finger from his mouth. "Wasn't that good?" she asked him.

"It... it wasn't th-that good," Jax gasped.

"Oh?" the queen mused, and Jack's eyes widened as she lifted up the jar. "Then I guess you won't want... more?"

The wickedness in her smile warned him. But when she put the jar to his lips, tilted it, he couldn't help but open his mouth. Couldn't help but moan as she poured her sweet ambrosia down his throat. Couldn't stop himself from guzzling it, drowning in the sweet intoxicating honey of the queen.

The beembo queen took away the empty jar, smiling down at his rapturous face. "Well?"

Jax's eyes opened, glassy. Smoky. "Mistress," he whimpered. "M-more."

The beembo giggled in delight. "Mmm. Such a good boy," she cooed, petting his hair.

Jax moaned. Oh yes. He was a good boy. A good, silly bimbo boy. She took his hand, and he didn't resist as she pulled him after her. She stepped into the honey pool, and he couldn't conceive not following her. Not sinking into that wonderful warm honey. Resting against the rim of the pool. Looking up happily as the mocha breasts of his queen filled his view as she straddled him. He merely whimpered as she grasped his shorts, tugging them free, releasing his hard cock from their confines.

"Hmn? What's this? Did my pretty bimbo boy bring me a present?" she smirked, wrapping her fingers around his cock.

"Y-yes!" Jax gasped as she began to stroke him, her fingers slickened by the honey. "Yes! M-mistress is so good! Bimbo is such a g-good boy. A good boy!"

"Oh I know," the queen hummed, her wings continuing to thrum. "He's going to be such a good boy for me. A lovely little bimbo for his beembo queen. He's going to just melt in my honey. Just be a good little slut. Mmm." She straddled his waist, lowering herself, gasping as his hard, throbbing cock filled her pussy.

Jax moaned as his shaft was enveloped in the silky warmth of his mistress. She began to bounce on his lap, fucking herself atop him. "Ohhhh yessss!" she moaned, wrapping her arms around his head, pulling his face into her mocha breasts, burying him in the soft fuzz that coated her. "Yesssss! Good b-boy. Good slut! Ohhhh yessss! Cum my little bimbo. Cum in your queen!"

"Ah. Ahn! Nnnnn!" Jax squealed as he thrust into her, cumming, pumping his seed into her.

"Yesssss! Fill me! Fill me with your seed! Oh good boy. Oh what a good bimbo boy!"

"Ahn. Ah! Nnnn!"

He was cumming. Cumming. Cumming his mind away. Cumming away his will. He was panting. Hot. Burning. Burning away all that he was. All that useless pride and bad things. He was just slut. Just the bimbo slave of his pretty queen. Just melting away in the honeyed trap of her arms. Her body. Her velvety pussy and jangling teats.

"Nnnnn!"

His head was guided to a heaving breast. Golden rings flashed in the hazy light bleeding into the hive. His lips opened and caught a dusky nipple, and he sucked again.

"Ooooohhhh!" his queen moaned as honey burst from her teat and into his hungry mouth. She clutched him to her heaving teat as she continued to bounce atop his cock, burying him beneath her plush curves. Coating him in sloshing honey. "Ohhh yessss! Mnnn! That's it. Good... ah... b-boy! Good slut! Oh yes. My pretty... ah... bimbo. That's it. Suck me. Mmm. Suck my sweet honey. Oh my good boy. My sweet slave. My... ah... sweet suckling slut!"

Jax's lashes fluttered. His eyes grew foggy. A shudder seemed to course through him. "Yes, mommy," he moaned.

"Mnnnm," the beembo queen moaned as his suckling grew hungrier. His hands cupped her breast, massaging it. Kneading the firm, ripe flesh. "Oh g-gods below! Oh my. Ah... nnn... That's... that's a good boy. That's a sweet... sweet thrall."

"Mmmm. Mommy," he moaned. "Need to... to drink. Gotta..."

"Oh yes. Drink. Drink all my honey, my good bimbo boy. Just like that... Ah... Oh gods." The beembo queen panted, moaning, her chocolate hued flesh darkening further with her flush. She'd never been milked so hungrily. So eagerly. With such skill. Jax's fingers massaged her breasts with tender worship. His tongue slid around her puffy nipple, gliding around her nubby flesh, teasing the golden rings until they chimed.

"Yes. Yes! Ah! Good boy. Good... nnnnn!" The beembo queen moaned aloud, shuddering as she came, squeezing his cock inside her hungry cunt. Jax cried out, thrusting again into her, cumming again into her hot depths.

Oh it felt so good. So goooood. The beembo queen eased back off of him, gathering him in her arms. She relaxed in the warm honey, stirring it with her humming wings, holding him tight to her breast as he continued to pump into her. Her slim, soft, horny bimbo boy. So eager. So happy to please. She stroked his hair, her breathing coming in gasps, her legs lazily kicking the honey as she squirmed with pleasure. Her breasts had always been sensitive. But something about this... something about this was so good. So wonderful.

"G-good bimbo. Good slave. Suckle mommy. Kiss my big, pretty titty. Oh gods yes. Mnnn. You're doing... ah... so well. Your queen is very... ha... happy. Oh yes. Yes! Mnnnn!"

She came again, tightening her arms around him, crying out with heedless pleasure. She pulled him against her waspish curves. Burying him in the softness of her bouncing breasts, pleasure pulsing through her. She felt so good. So lazy. So wonderfully warm and sated.

And... and sleepy.

She moaned softly, sinking deeper into the warm honey, her pussy tightening around his cock again. Cumming again. Oh it felt so good to let him suckle. To let him play with her big titties. So big and soft and easy. She was tired. She was always tired. Running a hive took a lot of work. But she felt... more tired now. More easy. More sleepy.

She sighed softly, sinking deeper. He was still suckling her. Still drinking her. The queen's long dark lashes fluttered. Just a nap. Just a little sleep. She'd let him just keep sucking. Keep milking her while she took a rest.

Just before her eyes fluttered shut, she saw Jax raise his head, and his eyes were glassy, dim, and far, far away.

.o0o.

Gisele rested on the log, lazily swinging her foot. The holstaur maid took a deep breath, the laces that bound the halves of her top together straining with a creak to hold back the immensity of her creamy teats. She took off her large hat, revealing her stubby horns and used it to lazily fan her face. She snapped open her watch and again checked the time. Nearly six hours. He was taking his sweet time.

The trees rustled and she raised her head. The holstaur smiled as Jax staggered into the clearing, then grinned when she saw his naked frame, positively coated in sweet royal honey. His eyes were dim and lost, but when he saw her he smiled in that sweet, helpless way of his that just made her heart skip. Over the years she'd hade ample opportunity to be glad for the triggers she'd implanted in her sweet boy toy. Little commands that always brought her fierce lover back to her, no matter what mean creature sought to melt his silly little mind. For hers was a trigger impressed every night. A trigger repeated as he sucked her sweet milk. As her plush bottom bounced atop him while she fucked him.

Of course, none of that would have worked had Jax not been a sin eater.

Such a rare breed, but so valuable. Men and women who didn't fall to the corruption the demon spawn sought to fill them with, but fed off it. Devoured it with a gluttony that stunned even her. They were the perfect prey and predator rolled into one. Born to entice demons, to let the creatures seek them out and conquer them. Succumbing to the demons, but never quite falling. Never quite being totally taken. And the demons and their spawn, corrupted, eager, wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. Losing their strength the more they sought to dominate their new slaves. Sucked away by the seemingly silly, weak little slaves.

"My pretty bimbo," she said, rising.

"M-mommy?" Jax moaned, staggering towards her.

She welcomed him with open arms, pulling him close, pressing him against her heavy teats. Jax moaned in joy, sinking into the glory of her massive breasts. He was such a size slut. No matter what, he always sought out the biggest tits around once his mind escaped him, and that was invariably her. He was just insatiable until then. Letting himself be fucked and mind washed until his would-be hypnotist was exhausted. But he always came back.

"Awww. Did my bimbo boy end up getting caught by some nasty beembo," Gisele giggled, stroking his hair. "Did my sweet Jax get himself aaaall hypnotized? Oh. Poor thing. See? This is why mommy gives him all those nice little triggers. To make sure he comes back."

Still smirking, she eased him back and looked at the royal honey coating him. "Ohhh. And he brought back all the royal honey we need! What a good boy. And good boys get treats."

Jax's mouth was fairly watering as Gisele reached up and delicately undid the laces binding shut her top. She let out a soft moan as the last came free, her heavy breasts bursting into the open, cream already beading her thick nipples. "Mmm. Now, come here my bimbo boy."

Eagerly Jax fell into her arms, his lips locking on to a stiff nipple. As that warm holstaur cream burst onto his tongue he shuddered and sagged, resting against his mommy. His pretty mistress. His wonderful goddess.

"M-moooooo," Gisele lowed as her pretty bimbo boy eagerly suckled at her teat. She pulled him tighter against her, easing him down onto the grass. Oh he was so good. And she was so sensitive. So eager to have her tits milked and sucked dry. Such an eager bimbo boy. With a free hand she pulled up her skirt, baring her slickened quim. Her thighs enveloped Jax's hip, his cock spearing into her sopping pussy. "Yessss!" she moaned as she began to ride him. "Oh yes! Good boy! Oh my pretty... ah... pretty bimbo! My silly bimbo boy! Ahn. Nnn! Yes! Drink it up, Jax. Drink it up my good... ah... good boy! Good boooooy!"

She lowed again as she came, bouncing on her weak, silly, soft boy. As she plunged his cock into her again and again, biting her lip against the intensity of his milking. Oh gods her breasts were so sensitive. So wonderfully, gloriously tender in his eager mouth. He was such a treasure! She was so glad she'd claimed him so long ago. So glad she found such a sweet, easy bimbo.

Panting, gasping, she began to slow her bouncing atop him. She gently eased his face from her teat and looked down into his glassy eyes. How she enjoyed seeing her slut hypnotized. She was tempted to just keep him that way. An eager bimbo for mommy Gisele. A silly tit slave who would milk her whenever she wanted.

But even more than that, she loved his blushing roughness as he tried to assert himself. His aggressive efforts to prove his masculinity despite how easy he was to tame. She giggled again, and kissed his brow. "Wake up, Jax."

Jax blinked. The haze lifted from his eyes and he groaned. The memories of what had happened trickled into his mind as the sloshing thickness of honeyed hypnotism lifted from his thoughts. "G-Gisele? I..." He looked down at the honey coating him and groaned. "Aw damn it!"

Gisele giggled and hugged him back against the pillows of her teats. "Awww. Don't worry, Jax. I told you you'd bring me back the honey. Really now. You should have just done as I said from the beginning. Just gone in there and been a pretty bimbo slut for them."

With some effort, Jax pushed himself out of those cushiony teats, his cheeks flaming with a blush. He pulled himself out from under her huffily. "I don't need to! I could have gotten the honey without it. I almost did, you know."

"Of course you did," Gisele crooned. "After all, you're my big strong boy." She crossed her arms under her chest and lifted her immense breasts, making them bounce tantalizingly before his eyes. "And you're not at all a silly tit slave who just can't get enough of big breasts."

Jax stared. He swallowed and licked his lips. "I..."

Gisele laughed again and patted his head. "But don't worry. See?" she said, gathering a dollop of the sweet honey from his chest, making him twitch at the sensation. She held up her finger, honey gleaming gold. "You got plenty for us to use anyway." She licked her finger clean with a soft sound of delight. "Mmm. So good."