I can't help the deep pleasured rumbling groan that slips out of me as the hot water starts running down my skin washing away the stickiness, smells of sex and relieving the tension in my muscles that I didn't even realize was there.
Suddenly a honeybee lands on the heat selector for the water, and makes a few buzzing sounds, "Did a drop of water hit your wings?" I ask the honeybee like an idiot, but the strangest thing happens. The Bee seems to nod it's head up and down like it is answering my question.
'Uhh-is this an actual Wesen?' Very strong senses of fear and wonder course through me at that thought.
"Please tell your Queen that I don't enjoy being stalked or spied on, if she would like a meeting tell her to approach me openly…" The little Bee nods but as it tries to fly, it exhausts itself moving it's wings so rapidly but sadly it is unable to generate enough lift for take off, offering my palm to the insect it slowly and cautiously walks onto my extended bridge like fingers and I have to resist the urge to smash it, into paste, stepping out of the shower grabbing the cheap blow-dryer, I put it on the lowest setting and use it to dry the Bee off.
Once dry the Bee flies out through the vent/pop-up door in the ceiling of the bathroom, letting out a sigh unsure of how to feel as I turn off the hairdryer and re-enter the shower, and start washing myself clean.
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The Queen and The Future Queen of the Mellifer's hive in Portland Oregon.
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Flying through the open window of my mom's car and into the backseat the little Bee starts to vibrate and spasm but soon there is a beautiful young woman of eighteen or twenty with long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, if Mason was here he would think that she looks remarkably like Emma Myers at least her appearance in the first season of Wednesday, minus the multicolored hair.
"You have returned rather quickly…" The Queen of the Hive says to her daughter, drawing an annoyed sound from her daughter.
"Well…he was showering…and hum-well." the young blonde says with a far away look in her eyes as she rubs her thighs together, while reaching underneath the driver's seat for her skirt and top.
"You flew in for a closer look…and got your wings wet." The older black haired but no less beautiful woman says with an audible eye roll, as she looks in the rearview mirror, the strong smell of her daughter's arousal hitting her senses.
"It seems more than just your wings got wet." the older woman teases the younger blonde, which makes the blonde in the backseat flush fiercely.
"MMMOOOMMM!!!" The young blonde loudly expresses her embarrassment, as she pulls her top over her head, her top being a bright yellow thing with buttons that go partially down her chest.
"Oh please, Erica…you're a young woman now if you can't talk about these things with your mother and your Queen, who can you talk to them about? Is he that dreamy?" The older woman says needling her daughter's embarrassment, something she finds a great amount of amusement in before asking for some dirt, noticing the silly little look on her daughter's face knowing the young and rather innocent woman was smitten.
"He is so so Dreamy Mom…tall, dark incredibly handsome…and he has a gentle side he held out his hand to me and used a blowdryer on the lowest setting to dry my wings off for me…thinking I was just some intelligent honeybee, instead of smashing me to mush." A small smile appears on the older woman's face when she sees the dreamy look on her daughter's face.
"Did he say anything to you?" The older woman asks while trying to keep her tone neutral and serious for a moment.
"Ohhh-uhh-yeah, he said he doesn't appreciate being spied on or stalked…and that if you have business with him to approach him openly, he won't harm you…though I don't think he believed me actually capable of delivering the message to you." The silly smile never leaves the young blonde's face even her eyes are expressive that the young man made quite the impression on the future Queen.
"Hmm, I see…a rather interesting specimen this young man is, I'm assigning you the duty of fostering a bond between him and the Hive, my beautiful daughter." The older woman's tone breaks slightly as she tries not to laugh at her daughter's shocked but happy expression.
"Wha-what? But you're the Queen!"
"And you my daughter are the future of the Hive, I am getting old Erica…it better you both make the connections between each other and develop a long prosperous relationship between the Hive and the Alchemist, besides I must watch over the Grimm." The woman does not miss her daughter's exuberant yet fearful expression, but resolves herself to this course of action the Hexenbeast will need to be removed from her kill list or she'll run the risk of making an enemy of an Alchemist which in her opinion is a thousand times worse than drawing even the ire of a Grimm…there is a great many reasons why Wesen fear both Grimm and the Alchemist off shoots of the Grimms, but the Alchemists are almost unanimously considered the more deadly and frightening of the two.
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The Queen and The Future Queen of the Mellifer's hive in Portland Oregon. (END)
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Getting out of the shower grabbing a towel, I begin to dry off my thoughts going on a thousand different directions but without any real driving force at the moment the Mellifer's being able to assume a full non-human form slightly unnerving but then the memory of Mama Bear turning into an actual bear pops into my head from the TV show, so I figure it's probably something either all Wesen can do or ones of either high blood purity or something more mystical.
Shrugging I exit the bathroom and head into my bedroom and start getting dressed, entering the dining area I lean against the counter and enjoy the sight of Ariel and Adalind getting along whispering to each other and giggling, over things including last night and my insatiable-ness.
'It's good to see them getting along...granted I'm not sure how long this will last, woman are typically rather possessive of things men included and don't like to share even if they're raised in a setting where they have examples of other women sharing the same man...but oh well I'll enjoy it while it lasts.'
"Alright ladies I'll be back in an hour or so...try not to murder each other while I'm gone, I don't have the ingredients for full resurrection potions yet." I say to them but get only a lazy, preoccupied wave goodbye from both of them, as I leave the RV.