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Page 27 of The Royal’s Bumblebee (Operation Colonise #2)

The Bumblebee claims her Prince

Billie.

I sit on my bed, the old one beside my office, and finish running a hairdryer over my bob of brown hair.

I still have my towel wrapped around myself and walk over to my mirror to check my fringe.

I use my fingers and thumbs to check the length.

I trimmed it a few days ago, so it’s just the right length to sit above my eyebrows.

I push my glasses up my nose and clear my throat.

I’ve brushed my teeth.

I’ve used the toilet, and I’m clean everywhere.

I take a deep breath and open my towel to look down at my nakedness.

I’m not as tall or as curvy as Hannah, but I have a woman’s body. I’ve trimmed my dark curly brown hair on my mons and bikini line. My legs and armpits are smooth. My eyebrows are plucked. Physically I am ready for this.

Emotionally I’m less steady.

Once again I’m faced with something I really, really want, but I can feel myself walking a thin tightrope to maintain control.

“Izule won’t rush me.”

He’s waited this long.

If anything, I appreciate that he’s come out and asked me if we can mate.

I’ve been wanting to ask the same thing, but I was too scared he would say he wasn’t ready yet.

I don’t know if there is a period of time after losing a family member where the Ucfeni observe celibacy, and I was too nervous to risk upsetting him by asking.

Work has kept me busy the last few days which has helped to keep my mind occupied, but the touches have been driving me mad.

Holding his hand makes me feel safe.

Cuddling to his chest makes me feel cherished.

Touching Izule and being touched by him makes me feel special.

It’s so strange, but now I’m used to letting Izule touch me, I’ve found myself wanting more of his touch.

I like how warm and smooth he is.

I am attracted to how muscly he is and blush when I snuggle to his torso and feel the flex of his abbs and core muscles.

His long sandy coloured tail feels like a wall of strength when he coils around me.

I gasp on the inhale as I see my dark pink nipples hardening in my reflection.

It’s fascinating how thinking about how attractive Izule is can have such a strong effect on me.

I cup my breasts and pinch at my nipples, having touched myself plenty of times since hitting puberty.

I masturbated often when I lived alone back on Earth, but sleeping beside Izule made that impossible.

It’s been a while since I’ve had release, and it’s like my body is coming out of dormancy because I’m about to engage in intercourse.

Sex.

With Izule.

That tightrope sways beneath my feet as I turn to walk out of my old bedroom.

I want this.

Slow and steady.

I enjoy Izule’s touches now, and he always makes sure to be gentle with his tone and his movements.

Even the colour of his scales and his pattern is gentle on my eyes.

That’s my Izule.

He’s so big and powerful, yet he’s the kindest man I’ve ever met.

So patient.

“And he’s mine.”

I nod firmly.

In accordance with Ucfeni custom, I, the female, have claimed him as mine.

He has accepted, so we are now a couple.

Couples couple, so this is the next step.

It’s okay that I want to be with Izule.

I was waiting for him to initiate physical intimacy, and today he has. Good.

So why is my heart beating like crazy? I press a hand to my chest and feel the tightrope sway again.

Preparing my body was the easy part.

I’ve been preparing my mind for a while.

I know the mechanics of what we’re about to do.

But what if we aren’t compatible enough in size? I’m petite for a human, and he’s big for an Ucfeni.

What if it hurts because I’m a virgin? What if I shut down because it’s too much stimulus at once?

The tightrope sways and I grip the railings of the spiral staircase with both hands.

“I want this.”

I whisper to myself and take a moment to regain my balance.

I take my right hand from the railing and start tapping my thumb and middle finger together as I count down from ten.

I focus on my breathing, in and out, eyes closed and just…taking the moment.

With my eyes shut I continue to walk up the stairs to the upper tier.

“Billie? Are you okay?”

I smile and nod.

“Take your time.

There is no pressure here.”

I smile wider.

I love that about Izule.

He isn’t just saying that to appease me.

He really means it.

I know that if I told him I have changed my mind and I just want to cuddle, he wouldn’t hesitate or try and push for more.

Only, I don’t want to just cuddle.

I open my eyes and see Izule is laid on the bed with his hood wide, his jaw resting on his right fist which is propped up on his elbow on the bed.

His long sandy muscular body is draped across the bed and his tail tip sways off the side of the bowl.

It draws my eye and I watch as he slides it back up onto the bed to tap at his chin.

I chuckle.

He’s done that intentionally to bring my gaze to his mouth.

“You’re very attractive.”

I fold my arms and shrug.

“And you’re naked.”

He isn’t wearing a skirt and my duvet is folded neatly on the floor beside the bed.

“I am.”

He tips his hips to make this more evident to my honey brown eyes.

I stare at his bulging pouch at this invitation to look.

“As are you.”

He purrs and I blush.

“I would like to see more of you, Billie. May I?”

I dart my eyes to see a hunger in his yellow ones.

“Do you find me attractive? Sexually?”

I lower my arms and he looks up and down my body with his tongue tasting his lips.

“I think you are beautiful.

I can’t wait to tangle your limbs with mine and press myself against you.”

I blush deeper at the imagery.

“Do you find me arousing, Billie?”

“Yes.”

I take a step towards the bed and stare openly at his firm pecks and the flex of his abdomen as he tips more onto his back.

His left hand strokes down his neck and guides my eyes down towards his pouch.

The scales pressed together there were starting to part, and I tilt my head to one side as I try to see inside his pouch.

I press my knees together and my heart flutters in my chest.

“I’m getting wet.”

I rub my thighs together at the slick sensation.

“May I see?”

He asks me deeply and groans with his tongue scenting the air.

“I can taste your arousal in the air.

I would like to see your slit.”

I’m just as curious about his genitals as he seems to be about mine.

“You want to look at my vagina?”

“Yes.”

He growls deeply, and I snap my head to look at his face, so he stops.

“Yes, Billie.

I would like to see between your legs.

Your opening.

Where we will mate.

Is that alright?”

“Yes.”

I whisper and crawl onto the bed.

I’m not sure where to go at first, but he reaches with his left hand up to cup my cheek.

“Actually, I’d like you to lay with me for a while first.

Relax Billie.”

Immediately I feel a layer of tension slip away and I let him guide me to lay on my left side, parallel to him.

“We can take our time.

I am more than happy to go at your pace.”

“Okay.”

I wriggle closer and we start moving into one of our favourite positions to cuddle together.

His tail slides between my legs and I bend my right leg to rest on his scaly bulk.

He holds my hip and I feed my left arm beneath him through the pile of cushions we lay on to press close to his chest.

We’ve cuddled and talked, or slept, in this position many times.

Only this time I can barely think clearly.

I’m acutely aware that if I bend my leg and slid it higher I could throw it over his waist.

A little wriggling and his pouch would be level with my vagina.

I gasp when his tail strokes up my spine and he holds my shoulder with his left hand.

“I want to kiss you Billie.”

“I didn’t like our first kiss.”

I frown up at him.

“It felt like goodbye.”

He isn’t allowed to leave me.

“I am sorry for that.”

I watch his lips as he frowns.

“I feared at the time that I might not get the chance again.

Can I make our second kiss much better?”

I answer by taking off my glasses and placing them the bedside table behind me.

As I rock back over I lift my chin and offer my mouth to him.

“Oh Billie.”

Izule hums with pleasure as he presses into the kiss.

He strokes my cheek and I feel his tongue swipe at my lips.

I open my mouth and he ululates like a tiger purring, deepening the kiss to tease my tongue with his.

It’s a strange feeling to start with, having his tongue in my mouth, but after a while I decide I like it.

No wonder young couples kiss so much.

This is nice and seems to have a cascade reaction on the rest of my body.

My skin feels over-sensitive, but for once, I enjoy that.

The warmth and taste of Izule as he takes over, well, everything.

His tail slides my legs further apart and I naturally find my right leg slung over his hip. I gasp for air and my lips tingle from the kiss. I want more, so I throw my arms between his shoulders and his hood. With one hand I hold the back of his head and bring him back in for another hot kiss, wriggling with excitement against him and enjoying the feel of his muscular body against mine. “Billie.”

He moans my name and I shut my eyes.

Not because I need to shut out stimulus, but because I want to bring more of it into me.

His taste.

His touch.

His sexy growls and moans as he becomes braver with me.

I was worried Izule would treat me like a delicate little thing, and I think he wants to, but he’s losing control the more that we writhe together.

He groans and I flinch as something wet and hot slides against my labia.

I open my eyes and lean back from his hungry kiss to look down between us.

“We don’t have to mate yet, but I couldn't contain my cock anymore.”

He’s panting and so am I, as I stare down at his penis.

I gulp, wondering how that’s going to fit inside me.

His member is dark brown, like the markings of his hood, and glistens with natural lubricant from inside his pouch.

I can make out some ridges on there, and the end of his cock is slightly tapered.

My right leg is splayed over his hip and if he wanted to, he could tip his hips down and then roll them up to penetrate me. “Billie.”

He moans my name, and I enjoy how it sounds.

Like I’m driving him crazy.

He presses himself forward and I gasp at the feel of his slick length parting my labia and sliding over my clit.

Izule holds the back of my head with his right hand and his left hooks my right knee to lift it higher.

He kisses me and I grip his shoulders for support as he tips his hips back and forth.

“I want you.”

He moans and I whimper.

I want him too.

I want more of this.

I want to tell him that I want all of it, but I can’t find the words.

I paw at his shoulders and chest, trying to pull him closer and I kiss him wantonly.

Izule surrounds me with his arms and tail and slides his cock back through my parted folds, only to slide forward again.

This time the tapered head of his cock has pressed into the entrance of my sex.

I feel muscular scales tremble around me and he releases my knee to grab at my ass instead.

“Billie. Shuck. If you want me to stop, tell me, or I’ll mate you all the way.”

He begs me, but I can’t tell what he’s begging for.

For me to tell him to stop, or not to.

I can’t speak, but I want more, so I kiss him urgently.

He moans, understanding me completely, and tips us over so I’m on my back and I look up into his lusty yellow eyes.

“I’ll be gentle.”

He rocks his hips forward and steals my breath away.

“I-I’ll try.”

He promises me and grips me with his hands under my shoulder blades to hold my shoulders steady.

His groin is flush to mine with the second thrust, and his tail coils under me in the cushions.

I feel his tail slither over my left thigh first, back into the cushions, and then over my left shin.

I wince, stinging from the stretch of him inside me, which I do not like, but Izule distracts me with another deep kiss.

He starts to undulate over me and touch more of my body.

I focus on his hands stroking my neck and chest as he slowly pumps his cock back and forth inside me.

I smile, as he’s making love to me and doing his best to make it pleasurable for me too.

He licks at my neck and strokes around the swell of my modest breasts, but that won’t make me cum.

I kiss him and take hold of one of his hands to push it down between us. He picks up a rhythm with his fingers against my clit.

He matches the dip and roll of his hips and it feels like he’s making it part of his every thrust.

I moan with pleasure, turning my head from side to side as Izule makes me feel so much all at once. It’s becoming too much.

I want to tell him to stop and let me catch my breathe, but I can’t voice it. I’m lost to the sensations he’s bringing out of me.

The touch of his smooth scales as his hands and tail hold me securely in his tangle, his slick thick cock pumping back and forth, his fingers circling at my clit, and his mouth at my throat.

The bedroom is filled with the sound of our collective panting and my whimpering. Izule kisses me and shudders with a gasp as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt ripples through me.

The epicentre between my thighs and Izule is 100% the cause of my ecstasy. If that’s how it feels to make love to him, I think we should do this at least once a day. Maybe twice at the weekends?

I moan and cling to Izule, and he hisses something into the cushion beside me as he jerks his hips a few times, only to hold himself pressed to the hilt with a grunt. “Oh Billie. I have wanted to seed you for so long.”

I relax and look up at his mouth as he lifts up over me with a dopy grin.

I giggle as he releases my oversensitive clit to brace both hands on either side of my head.

I smile up at him, even looking him in the eye to tell him how that was much nicer than I thought it was going to be, as I’m only a little sore, when he thrusts his hips again with a feral hiss.