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Chapter Four

Queen B

Tate

I watch as my little snake slithers her way into my garden, her blue eyes widening as she soaks in the luscious green that surrounds us. This is my own little personal heaven and science lab in one. I built this greenhouse with my hands.

It’s my pride and joy.

And she looks right in her element, the Queen B of the hive, walking through it as if she owns it.

I once promised I’d build it for her; a place where we could create and study in peace. Of course, Chase would always be part of us, but science and spores are where she and I connect.

But things never happen. Instead, I get a knife in my back and a hunger that never sleeps. I watch as his eyes follow her, tracking every move of her hips.

Sometimes I wish I were more emotional… more like him.

Chase is our emotional compass. Like he says, intelligent people can sometimes be truly detached from their emotions to focus on the facts and not the feel of things, which is why this dynamic works.

And why did I decide I want this back?

Because we connect.

I can have so much of her with this video on my phone. I can force her until she accepts it. But that's not what I want. I want Cordelia to beg, this is just a little nudge in the right direction.

Baby steps.

Tonight, I’ll push her a little bit, testing the water. The golden bands around her arms catch the muted lights that filter through the mossy roof as she leans in and inspects the new fungi I'm growing–a cross species.

“Tate, this is truly amazing,” she says, her voice upbeat like a kid walking down the toy aisle.

She moves on towards the pink and orange exotic plants, the result of crossbreeding. The garden hums in a way I’ve never seen, and it stirs something, watching her stroll through it.

My pride.

My lab.

As if it’s her birthright… but I guess that’s what happens when you grow and build with someone in mind .

“Thank you, those are all cross breeds. I wanted to test if the connection would work even if they are from different strains.”

I watch as the leaves move towards her. It was minimal but definitely there. Cordelia's presence even had my plants holding their breath, trailing her mindlessly, much like Chase and I have. But tonight, I'll balance the scales. She’s done being Professor Johnson's whore, she will become ours.

Only fucking ours.

As she moves deeper, we follow by pulling the small tube that contains my mini pre-rolled joints.

I bring one to my lips and light it up. We walk in silence, Chase and I admiring our Queen.

She seems oblivious to the way the plants react to her, following her around like faithful worshippers, or maybe I had too much wine with dinner or maybe I was high off her.

She turns the corner and comes to a halt when she finds my favorite piece, the one I finished tonight–just for her.

“Cordyceps,” she breathes as she steps closer, crouching beside the small raised garden bed where orange twisting stalks push up from the blackened soil.

The entire bed has been created with the soil that I personally designed by slowly feeding it neurotransmitters, amino acids, and synthetic pheromones.

The idea is to create the ideal pathway of communication between the cordyceps and the host. This was my great pitch to Professor Daniel and the Luxor Labs. Golden sap begins to leak from the tip, and she notices.

“Is this normal?”

I exhale some marijuana smoke before walking towards her and passing her the joint.

“I don’t know. This is the first time I've seen this.”

I place the petri dish beneath the sap, feeling the weight of Cordelia’s gaze on me. I bet she’s wet. Nothing gets her off more than her creations—and this one’s special.

Cordyceps have been her lifelong fascination. It’s thanks to her that I discovered how to create this kind of Quorum sensing.

“Do you know if the results are favorable?” she asks, looking over at me as I close the glass container holding the liquid gold.

I shrug.

“Too soon to tell. I would need to test it. Maybe we can feed some of this specimen to your ants and go from there.”

The smile on her face tells me she approves when I hear a scoff, and I can picture the eyeroll clear as day.

“Just my luck falling for the biggest nerds to walk the earth.”

We both turn at the same time, to find Chase looking at us with hurt in his brown eyes.

“Sorry, I like having brains and beauty.”

She looks back at the brightly colored stalk, and then saunters over to Chase and hands him the joint.

I stand, rolling my neck and dipping my chin slightly, signaling to Chase what I'm thinking. The smirk on his face screams ‘game on.’.

Creeping up on Cordelia from behind, cupping her plump ass that barely fits in my palm. She tenses, not expecting me to touch her without asking– not something I usually do but I was done playing by her rules.

Now it’s time for me to win.

For us.

Fuck us to win.

“Do you want to play a game Cordelia?” I ask while hiking up her long dress.

“Yes,” she breathes, gasping as the cold air kisses her skin.

Chase closes in on her from the front. His hand pushing down the strapless top of her dress, freeing those glorious tits.

“Truth or fuck?”

She gulps.

I slap her ass, the contact stinging the palm of hand.

“Truth or fuck?”

She takes too long to reply, and Chase tugs her erect nipple before twisting it in the pad of his fingers.

“Okay truth,” she finally manages out.

“Okay, why are you sleeping with the professor? Is it not for the position you can get simply by asking your daddy? What do you want?”

Her blue eyes shimmer when she turns to me and says. “Evolution.”

My dick tents my pants, and fuck, the coldness and certainty in her demeanor is enough to make me cum in my pants.

But I don’t.

Instead,I use my body to squish her up against Chase. My free hand moves to cup the back of his head. Using my thumb, I rub his ear as he moves into my touch.

“Truth or fuck?” Chase asks Cordelia but I reply.

I don’t want to ask questions .

I want to fuck her senseless.

It’s been too long since I’ve slipped inside her... Since we have synced perfectly into one being. What’s a better way to show my plants about presence and connecting than this?

Over Cordelia, I pull Chase towards me and kiss his lips. My tongue moves inside his mouth as she arches her ass into my dick, grinding on me as Chase cups her tits. We all moan together, low and guttural.

Needy.

I swear even the plants watch us, moving with us. The stalks swayed. Not from the wind, but from her breath.

Gravitating towards the Queen, Chase breaks our kiss, then tucks his head and kisses Cordy on the lips. While they make out, I kneel behind her, spreading her lower half open and angling my face between her legs. My little poisonous snake isn’t wearing any panties.

Watching her pussy weep, glistening from her arousal, before my tongue flattens out on it, licking up as much of her nectar as I can.

My hand digs into her thick thighs, my thumb caressing the three stretch marks that sit on her sides as I flick my tongue.

Brushing against the sensitive bud, she grinds down into my mouth as her moans are swallowed by Chase.

Her hand moves between them as she helps Chase release his cock, and I smile against her pussy lips–it didn't take much convincing–blackmailing.

But it never does with us, we are each other's drug.

Kryptonite.

Sickness.

It really depends on how you look at it. I drag my tongue between her lips, sucking in her wetness before twirling my tongue around the bundle of nerves. My fingers move inside her; two at first but the third makes her cum.

And I feast on it, my fingers and tongue moving in rhythm as I devour her. Once she orgasms at least twice in my mouth, I bring my tongue up and between her cheeks before lapping her puckered hole.

“Fuck,” she moans, pulling away from Chase and tossing her arm behind me. Tugging me by my hair she places my face in front of Chase's thick and long cock.

My tongue darts out, licking the small amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip. I look at them as I close my mouth around the tip. She tugs my hair again, pushing my head back–a silent demand, one that I obey without hesitation.

Opening my mouth, I wait for her to spit to fall into my waiting tongue.

His spit.

Our spit.

And I swallow it.

“Good boy,” she purrs before she pushes my head back onto his cock, slamming him down my throat–my throat tightening around him.

“Fuck, Tate,” Chase moans, his hips rocking against my face while my Queen holds me still, choking on my best friend’s cock. My fingers trail up her legs until I reach her cunt.

They both gag me and I choke, coughing up spit and snot. I hold my head in place as he thrusts into my throat. I usually don’t suck cock, but when I do, Chase takes full advantage. My fingers curl inside her as she rides my hand.

“More,” she breathes. “More.”

With that, she pulls my head back and looks down at me. “Fuck him as he fucks me.”

“No, I make the rules. You take both of us.”

I need to feel her.

I can have Chase whenever I want, we live together…

We fucked, we did everything together, but I’m fucking her tonight. Before they can protest and say anything, I take over. Standing, I grab her by the neck, turning her over so she touches her toes, watching her favorite parasite while I fuck her senseless.

I swear, I watch the plants move with us.

Her hands curl around the wooden trim of the raised garden bed, and mine moves to my cock, aligning myself with her pussy. I bypass the need to fuck her with a condom, I know I’m safe… I know she’s safe. After all, I know everything about my little Cordy.

I slam into her, giving her one long, deep stroke.

Slapping her ass, I repeat the movement until I have her creaming on my cock.

Her tits bounce as I thrust into her from behind.

I hear Chase watching, his breathing ragged.

Nothing gets him off more than watching.

He denies it but there’s no hiding from me.

“More,” she breathes, but I'm bottoming out, so we know what she needs–another cock stuffing a hole.

Pulling out from her greedy pussy, I lay on the cold ground. Grabbing her hips, I bring her back down on me. As Chase kneels behind her, his hand runs down my shaft, collecting her juices and rubbing them on his cock.

“Relax, baby,” he says as he kisses her shoulder softly and begins to push into her .

“So good, baby. Doing so good,” he moans. The sensation of his cock filling up her ass makes her walls tighter, so tight, if I move.

I stay still, just leaning in and placing a nipple into my mouth as Chase spreads her butt cheeks and watches as he slips inside.

Slowly, he pumps into her. Before we know it, we are rocking. Her hand moves towards something moving from the fungi garden, and it’s like spurts of dust dancing in the air.

I want to pull away and look closer at what’s going on, but heat gathers in my center, my balls tighten, my pulse spikes, and before I know it, I'm coming with her name on my lips.

“Fuck, Cordelia.”

“Yess. Yes.” She continues to rock into Chase, which also means she is still riding my cock.

“Cordy,” Chase moans. “Oh,” he moans again. “I’m cumming.”

With that, she reaches over to the fungi and rocks harder until she’s soaking me with squirt.

“FUCK YES!” she screams, throwing her head back as she climaxes. The garden blooming brighter under the night sky as if something had awakened.