CoC Revamp Mod ( beegirl ... saying yes, that's all)

Blissfully, you throw yourself into the bee-maiden’s arms, entranced by her humming and the sinfully sweet smell of honey that saturates the air around her. She embraces you softly, humming softly but intently into your ear, vibrating your thoughts into a disjointed mess as you slump nervelessly in her arms. You are aware of being moved, laying you out on a giant flower as she moves behind you, registering the feel of the smooth chitin that covers her arms as she tenderly rubs you down. She turns you over, buzzing more of her thought-obliterating tune into your ear as she does.

You lay there, a giddy smile on your face, letting the bee-girl straddle and sink something sharp into your thigh. Lust boils through your veins, centering around your now puffy vulva. The cool hardness of her hands startles you as she reaches around to massage your ample bosom, tweaking your hard nipples between her fingers. Instinctively, your butt clenches as a wet presence presses tightly against it. You try to gather your thoughts, but a particularly forceful hum drives them away and totally relaxes you, allowing the bulbous thickness of her ovipositor to slip inside you. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, the bee-girl rocks it further and further inside of you, humming happily and placing a handful of honey before you. Your tongue darts forwards of its own accord, lapping at the honey as your hand is guided to your virgin, moist pussy.

Your fingers dance over your clit as you lap up her honey, your hips writhing and squirming underneath your insectile lover. A pressure builds in your ass as fluids begin flowing into your rectum, triggering a body-shaking orgasm that rolls your eyes back into your head. You come down, but the lust in your veins hasn’t dissipated – in fact between being pumped full of honey-spooge, the constant aphrodisiac honey you’re mindlessly devouring, and your fingers' instinctual ravaging of your virgin, moist snatch, you drive yourself to orgasm after orgasm. For hours you lie there, licking, masturbating, and allowing your backside to be slowly filled with sweet fluid and the occasional bump of what you can only assume is an egg.

Eventually you realize she is no longer feeding you honey, and the bee-girl pulls her shriveled organ from your rectum. She pats you on the head and begins to stagger away, honey dripping from between her thighs and her once bloated rear-abdomen now looking more appropriate for her thin frame. You have lost your anal virginity.