Page 13 of The Royal’s Bumblebee (Operation Colonise #2)

I am drawn to her

Izule.

She has no idea how she seduces me.

My nest smells of her and even the air here tastes of her ambrosia like pheromones.

I relish being in my nest and have turned down many invitations this week, just to be near her.

Most humans have a palatable scent.

Usually, breeding pairs come from a strong scent match, and the desire to mate is mutual.

I noticed her pheromones before I ever laid eyes on her at the pairing party last week.

Now my nest is saturated with her scent? I am aching to taste her from the source.

I am an Ucfeni, and her pheromone scent teases my biological desire to mate.

I am drawn to her scent.

I hear her clacking away on her computer and smile whenever I come down to the lower tier.

She mumbles when she’s working.

Like the humming wings of a G’tec bug as it beats at its own carapace.

I like to linger outside her room and listen to her.

I also listen when she’s on com-calls with Allico Inc to get a better understanding of what her role is to the human colonisation effort.

I am confused and amazed when I listen to her talk with authority to whomever she is speaking to.

It is like she is a Queen when it comes to technology, and all must obey her, or they will rue the day they did.

She never threatens them, like a Royal would, but uses her intelligence to coil and constrict them into submission.

If they question her, she assails them with her rationale, and I don’t understand what contingency algorithms or back door network access protocols are.

Whomever she speaks to seems to though, and they submit to her logic and surrender swiftly.

Her mind is powerful.

Being a Royal I am drawn to power.

When I first brought her to my den we bathed together.

That in itself was nothing special.

Not only because she was vulnerable at the time, but because communal bathing is as common as communal sleeping.

When she shut down and allowed me to dry her and carry her up to my personal tier to nest down, that shouldn’t have been an intimate act either.

Yet when I awoke to her soft body pressed to mine and my tail tangled around her, it felt intimate.

It felt special.

I am ashamed to admit that I licked her neck and my tongue exploded with her taste.

I wanted more, but at the swelling of my pouch, I restrained myself.

At the time she needed comfort, and if I had extruded she would have thought I wished to take advantage of her trust.

I would never risk that.

Over the last week, we have become harmonious in our nest, though she is determined to leave the living area void of any comforts.

I want to provide for her and give her not only what she needs, but whatever she could desire as well.

I asked her what she did for entertainment, and she pointed to her computer and said a bunch of letters I don’t understand.

What is MMO’s or RPG’s? More of her computer coding? Either way, she said she needed nothing else.

I try to spoil her with varied food, but she always orders the same meals.

She has no interest in trying native foods approved by their colony, because she doesn’t wish to risk the flavour or texture being unpleasant.

I conceded on that.

I don’t want her to be uncomfortable either.

After she finishes work, that is when I strike, so to speak.

She dismisses me if I try to engage her for anything other than reminding her to eat or see to her needs during her working hours.

Thankfully, she finishes work at 5pm on the dot every day.

Her favourite thing to do is to play a game of questions.

Her mind thirsts for more knowledge than I can possibly give her, but so far I feel I am faring well.

I will provide everything Billie desires, and will read every book on Thelia to give her answers if I must.

I’ve already started to refer to books during our questioning sessions.

Last night I made a loose coil in my tail as I relaxed on the floor at the foot of her bed.

She sat with her legs crossed on the mattress and we talked of Thelian history and government.

She spoke of how Earth royalty had a similar inheritance system of the order of birth to inherit titles.

She then told me how historically, that led to a blood bath as a younger Prince or Princess would have their siblings killed so they could take the throne.

I reassured her I had no interest in ruling.

I did not like being submissive to my smaller weaker siblings, but I would if it kept the peace.

As long as they didn’t challenge me to combat, armed or otherwise, they could continue to slink around like they had the biggest hoods.

Of course, I then proceeded to regale Billie of my prowess when hunting and wrestling, but she declared bluntly that violence didn’t interest her, so I quickly changed the subject.

She slid shortly after that into my loose coil so her backside rested on her soft carpet floor, she bent her legs, and she reclined against two of my tail’s coils with her back.

I had my upper body draped on the other side of my coil and smiled at the contact.

Billie told me that touching was something she liked to control, and didn’t usually like at all.

I felt honoured by this contact and basked in it.

Today my intention was to ask her to tell me more of Earth so I could listen to her soft pretty voice.

I had no way of anticipating that she would be weeping and trying to tangle herself when I arrived.

I quickly came to her aid to be her mountain, her pillar of strength, and was pleased when she asked me to hold her.

Another testament to her trust in me for safety and protection.

I took her quickly to my upper level to nest down with her.

That worked so well last time, it seemed like the right thing to do this time.

We nestled together easily enough and I ululated right away to soothe her.

It seemed to be working too.

I didn’t care why Billie was upset.

I just wanted to make her suffering shuck off. Whatever she needed, I wanted to give her. Rather selfishly, I want to be the one to give her what she needed.

Everything she needed. Not that I intended to horde her here in my nest forever. If she wanted to go out tomorrow, I’d take her wherever she wanted to go.

I would share her time with her friends, if she had any. Her sister hadn’t passed her probation period yet, but once she had, I know she’ll visit us often.

I know I’ll have to share her…but I don’t want to share her vulnerability. When she feels like this, I want her to only come to me.

In Ucfeni culture, we only share weakness with our loved ones.

Fear, worry, sadness, anxiety and guilt.

Mainly with our mate, not a nest mate or a friend.

But then…she constricted her arms around my waist.

Her soft little body and her delicious scent was everywhere.

She squeezed me and before I knew it my body was returning the gesture.

Ucfeni did practice communal sleeping, but this was not platonic behaviour when two people were in a nest together.

I could feel her body wriggling and flex against mine.

Her face nestled into my chest.

In all the wriggling her legs parted and my bulging pouch pressed through my skirt and her leggings.

The heat of her sex sept into my pouch and made me want to extrude so badly.

Knowing her slit was always exposed didn’t help me to remain calm.

I nuzzled at her brow and tasted her skin.

She has no idea how much she seduces me.

Or does she?

I found myself wanting to find out. My mouth watered and I imagined using my hand at the back of her head to tip her back so I could sink my lips and tongue against hers. I want to kiss her. I want to tangle all around her. I want to tear off her clothing, extrude, and sheath myself in her-

No. I wrestled that carnal part of me back down and beat it into submission.

I kissed the end of her nose with a playful chuckle and smiled at her. Billie looked me right in my eyes, blissfully unaware that the Royal she was nesting with wanted to mate with her. Badly.

My every scale cried out with the need to touch more of her soft skin.

No. I would not take advantage of her. If Billie ever shows me that she wishes to be more than friends, I will lay belly up at her feet. She can have me.

But until that day, I will not be a rabid beast thinking with his cock. I am a man of honour. I would not be worthy of Billie if I was the kind of man to throw myself at her when she is feeling vulnerable.

“Are you okay?”

She finally speaks and I am humbled by it. She is worried about me. I smile even brighter for her and stroke her short brown hair at the back of her head.

“I am well.”

I lie. “What do you need?”

“You.”

She whispered and I nearly lost my mind. Her smile was gentle and she nestled back into my chest. Did…she mean- “I don’t need Hannah to take care of me anymore. I have you. You are my mountain.”

“Yes I am.”

I answer her with pride and force myself to relax around her. Billie isn’t sleepy, but she is content to remain in my arms and tail. I am more than content for her to remain there as well.

“Take as long as you need, and let me know what you need if you need anything more than my embrace.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, but she settled down again with a smile.

“Thank you Izule.”

Sweet stars, I’m even drawn to how she says my name.