Page 43 of Queen Isabella

“Our queen was terribly injured and unconscious from the fall from the ether,” Bellator continued. “These are the males who fused with me so we could swiftly fly our queen back to the hive,” he explained for everyone present.

Fuse? Fly?Isa cocked her head in confusion, but the roaring approval from the crowd made asking difficult. Plus, she found she wanted to say something to her rescuers, more than she needed the answer. Before she lost her nerve, Isa rose on her knees on the chaise. The crowd quieted and all eyes were on her.

“This morning, I awoke to discover I was crashing on your world and was probably going to die. It was unbelievably scary, but I expected it after the last month I’d been through. As I’ve shared with the alphas, my hive wasn’t very kind to me. They abandoned me and I’ve been afraid, alone, and without hope. Not only did you welcome me, you rescued me, healed me, have said such complimentary, insightful things, made me amazing food, and beautiful coverings.” Her hand smoothed down herskirt. “In the span of a day, you have changed my life more than I can explain. So, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you doesn’t feel like enough for welcoming me into your hive, but it’s all I have.” Her chin trembled as her eyes blurred.

“No, my queen, it’s not all you have.” Phara pulled her back into his arms. “You now have us.” He nuzzled her hair.

Bellator and Artifex also closed in, one taking her hand, the other kissing her shoulder. Through blurry eyes she was humbled as all the Vorto bowed to her.

The alphas continued holding her as the rest of the hive was introduced. The legionnaires were the guards, diplomats between territories, and aided in hunts. Their quarters were closest to the entrances of the hive for security reasons, though threats to the hive were apparently rare. The servitors had the most hive members but they did everything from farming, to art, to building, to medicine, and everything in between. Then there were the consorts. And though their purpose was to make babies and raise the young, the consensus of the hive was that Phara and his caste were the cheerleaders of the hive, handled internal disputes, and were willing to assist with any of the tasks that kept the hive running. She wouldn’t remember everything, but as she listened, she got a better picture of how the hive worked. She also saw how they were a true community.

“So, are your markings natural or artificial?” Isa finally got around to asking as she touched the middle of Bellator’s chest.

“What do you mean artificial?” Bellator quizzically tilted his head.

“I think she means something drawn on with pigments,” Artifex commented, then extended a pitcher of wine toward her.

“I’ve had my limit.” Isa covered her glass. She wasn’t slurring her words, but she was definitely all warm and toasty. “Yes, that’s what I meant. Is it drawn on somehow?”

“Understood. No, it’s natural. All hatchlings, once they can maintain their bipedal form, have the same mark.” Bellator traced the vee and circle on his chest.

“As we age and grow it becomes more defined. Although, with some hatchlings we can tell what their caste and rank will be before the mark becomes distinguished,” Phara explained.

“As changes occur in the hive the mark may change, too. I am certain it is hormone related,” Artifex added.

It sounded similar to the ornate markings on a butterfly.

“Wow, that’s fascinating.” She rubbed both Bellator and Artifex’s chest, while snuggling back against Phara’s chest.

Bellator abruptly snatched her from Phara, and she found herself straddling his lap. Her surprised squeal ended in a giggle.

“No, you fascinate me, my queen,” the big teddy bear insisted as he pet her hair, hugging her against his massive muscular chest.

Bellator was the definition of rough on the outside, marshmallow on the inside. She’d had personal time with Artifex and Phara, but not Bellator. Unable to resist the sweetheart another moment, she leaned forward and planted her lips on his thin, broad mouth.

“Mmm,” Bellator purred, and his leg started shaking like a dog getting a really good scratch. “Why have we not done this before?” His voice caressed her mind as his grip tightened around her.

He was right. She’d been kissed by the alphas everywhere but on the mouth.

“I don’t know,” Isa moaned. She loved Bellator’s cute reaction, how he tasted like fruit while still smelling masculine and delicious.

She gripped his muscular shoulders as she fell deeper into the kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth while he did the same. Bellator worked her skirt up so he could knead her rear. Shedidn’t object, though a part of her knew there were hundreds of people watching. Perversely, that made her burn hotter.

She didn’t jump when Artifex and Phara began kissing her shoulder and hand, their warm lips and hot tongues roving her body. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe she was getting addicted to experiencing unadulterated pleasure.

Isa gasped when Bellator’s thick crown found her slick opening. Her pussy quivered as the large bulbous head started pushing into her.

“My queen,” he groaned, his massive hands gripping her hips tighter, preventing her from sliding farther on his cock. “So wet and tight. I don’t think I have the restraint.”

“Our queen can handle it,” Artifex whispered seductively, like the devil on Bellator’s shoulder. Then the imp shoved his hand between them, found her clit and furiously started rubbing the slick bead.

Isa gasped at the added stimulus, her pussy quaking as more pleasure wrapped around her. Bellator let out a guttural growl and thrust his fat cock into her needy body. She keened from the invasion, her back arching as he rammed in to the hilt.

“My queen!” Fear shifted in Bellator’s eyes as he froze.

“Fuck me!” she cried out the demand.

His worry turned into predatory hunger, he gripped her hips and started slamming her down on his cock. He was thicker than her other lovers, and the crown, ridges, and knots on his cock mercilessly rubbed her slick walls. Bellator didn’t strike as deep as Phara or Artifex, but she loved the differences. The way he stretched her teetered on the edge of being painful. It only served to ratchet her pleasure higher as he fucked her faster and harder, his hips hammering against her jiggling ass.

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