Worker Ant Wife

 Short smut piece I did about an ant girl because they are usually only shown as mindless drones or lascivious queens. I wrote one with the personality of a hardworking construction expert who needs to come home and de-stress with her hubby. Fetishes include wild sex, cowgirl, light smell/scent, sweat, and again true wuv. I'm probably going to convert this into 1st person some day.


After popping dinner in the oven, you wipe the sweat from your brow and turn around to admire your work. The apartment looks spotless. Well, relatively. You still live in what is essentially an underground burrow your wife cemented over with concrete and brick. She was even able to add in a bathroom with running water and a fireplace. Needless to say, it’s a  cozy place. The living room is  spacious, and you were able to procure some human furnishing from the trading groups the giant ants  send out.
Dinner is set, you have a fresh bath drawn, the only thing missing is…

“Honey I’m hooooome” the door to your small Anthill apartment burst opens.
You wife hurries in excitedly on her six legs. She looks similar to most of her sisters: About a foot shorter than the average human male, blue eyes, and short black hair.  She has a  modest bust and a well-defined set of abs and arms from working hard all day. While she does appear similar to other black ants, there are subtle differences you can pick out from her siblings. The way she carries herself, the way her face is structured, the way she looks at you. And her smell.  The pheromones giant ants exude are potent, so potent even you, a human, could pick her out from a room of ants just by smelling her.
And she must have been working harder than usual today because she smells fantastic.

She rushes over to you and quickly throws her shovel to the side of the door while removing her work clothing and tool belt.  Man, she’s getting better. That looked like one fluid motion to you.
Her lips meet yours and you can feel the desire she exudes as she pushes you to the ground, not even bothering to move you to your bed.
She begins to strip you, all the while forcefully kissing you so any attempts to slow her are met with a feeling of sensual pleasure.
You reluctantly break the kiss.
“Honey, are you sure you don’t want to do this on the bed?  I know how sore you get if…”
Your sentence trails off as she succeeds in ripping off your belt and throwing your pants the other side of the room.
“I need to de-stress. Now. Work was awful today.” She looks at you with longing eyes, then tears off your boxers and begins to stroke your already diamond hard shaft. With her pheromones this thick, she always has to milk you before you she mounts. And today they are stronger than they have been in a long time.
She  begins to build up speed, moving you back in forth between her hands. Then she adds her tongue, playful licking it and giving you a mischievous wink when she hears you moan from the pleasure. Suddenly, she pushes you back and takes you between her breasts, sliding you up and down between them while licking it with her tongue. Between the pheromones, her sweat, and the intensity of her passionate movements, you gasp as you release your seed.
She  takes as much of it into her mouth as she can and greedily laps up the rest with her tongue.

Before she can finish, you dash to the fridge and down an energy drink in a quick gulp. This is gonna be an intense night.
Right as the bottle leaves your hand, she pounces on you. Even with her small size, she still has the proportional strength of a human sized ant. A toned, muscular hardworking ant. Needless to say she is on top of you again with next to no effort on your part.
She begins to need kiss every part of your body, moving from your lips, to your neck, to your navel, and finally your crotch. You moan as she begins to lick your manhood vigorously, getting you prepped for round two. Which isn’t hard to do considering she is pumping out enough pheromones from her sweat to form a Goddamn miasma.

It doesn't take long for you to become rock solid again and she looks you deep in the eyes while holding your dick between her fingers.
“I love you,” she whispers.
You press your lips into hers as she forces you inside of her.
The wall of her womanhood feels almost too good. You definitely would have came earlier if not for that milking. She begins to move up and down while kissing and nibbling on your neck, picking up speed and momentum as she moves. Soon, she begins to get into a rhythm. It is fast. It is passionate. But more than anything it is full of yearning. You begin to feel like you two are becoming one, two bodies melded together by need and desire for each other, swimming in your feelings for each other.  For both of you, it is the best feeling of being alive. Both of you gasp as you simultaneously climax, your semen flowing into her in a steady torrent as she covers you in her own sweat smelling nectar.

	She rolls off of you and you both hold hands, panting  while you wait for your bodies to calm down.
After a few minutes of blissful afterglow, you scoop your wife into your arms and carry her to the bath. You see steam rise off your bodies as you both descend into the lukewarm water together. You begin to scrub the sweat from her body and she lets out a content sigh.
“You know, I don’t care what those other bitches say. I have the best husband in the hill.” You playfully twist her ear.  Your little foul mouthed, construction worker.
“Go easy on them. They are your family, even if they are butts.”
“Abdomens. They have abdomens not butts.” She murmurs lazily as you begin to scrub her own black carapaced rear.
You smile. She’s fucking adorable when she’s tired.
“I haven’t seen you this worked up in forever. What happened?”
She pouts. “It’s the girls. They were talkin’ shit behind my back and I heard them say stuff like ‘Ari’s husband is weak. He doesn’t ever go out with the merchant crews or the ambassador crews. He just stays behind and plays house.’ It made me so mad I took over time to work out my aggression on some boulder breaking.”
You smile and ruffle her hair.  “It’s not a big deal. I know they’re your sisters. They are just gossiping to to vent. You know how rude they can be when they feel strained.”
She turns to you, with little tears in her eyes. “Yeah but you aren’t worthless! Every day I come home, this place is spotless and you have some nice meal cooked that smells delicious and you love me and give me a bath! I don’t even ask! You just do it!”
 “You aren’t useless. “She repeats, almost like a child pouting.
You sigh and take her into your arms, her warm small body pressed up against yours.  You hold her for a bit, just enjoying her presence. It feels amazing.

	After a bit, you both get out of the bath and throw some light clothing on. She chucks back a couple of beers and both of you dig into the meal you prepared. With both of you having a full stomach, you lounge next to each other and begin to read some books you procured from the hill’s library. She is reading an international spy thriller about a Doppel who falls in love with her human handler while trying to stop an Anti-Mamono extremist group. You flip through the pages of a well-worn copy Of Mice and Monsters, an interesting philosophical piece about the relations between the physical robust Mamono and their weaker human male counter parts. You begin to notice Ari’s eyes dropping and you gently pluck the thriller from her hands and set it on the nightstand before turning out the lights.
“I love you.” She whispers.
“I love you too.” She snuggles up to you.
The last thing you think about before you fade into sleep is that you are the luckiest man in the hill.