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Hive life was, to be frank, incredibly boring. Unfortunately, Dazai Osamu felt he was the only one with that opinion. It made sense – he was the only one without a role to fulfill. Inside the center of the hive his colony inhabited, everyone had a job to do. Their thousands of worker bees were always busy (busy “as a bee,” some might say) doing all sorts of different tasks, gathering food, storing honey, caring for the young, tending to eggs, and many other things that Dazai didn’t pay enough attention to to know of. Then, of course, there was the hive’s queen bee, Mori Ougai. Well…Former-queen-bee to be, as he was passing down the mantle to his successor. His successor, who just happened to be Dazai Osamu. His “boring” life wouldn’t stay boring much longer. He hadn’t decided yet if that was a good thing or not.
Resting one hand on his palm, Dazai’s thin wings fluttered absentmindedly against his back. His room was large, luxurious, and just as boring as his life was. Staring into his vanity mirror he reached up to fix one of his antennae and keep it from drooping into his eyes. Today was an important day, and it wouldn’t stay boring for long. It was the day that Dazai officially became queen of this hive through taking his mating flight.
Tradition stated that the queen bee’s heir would take their place at 22 years old through the process. Accompanied by a few trusted worker bees, Dazai was to fly out to a central location where potential drone bee suitors would be waiting. There, he would pick out a handful of potential mates. The unselected would leave, and the chosen would begin the actual process after that. Logically, Dazai knew what that would entail. He was no stranger to the idea of intercourse, or what he was supposed to do, but now that it was so close, knots of nerves seemed to tie themselves in his stomach. Would it hurt? What noises was he supposed to make? What if he messed up and broke some unspoken rule?
A knock at the door jolted him out of his own head. He got to his feet and walked over to open it. As expected, it was Mori. The man was technically the mother of the whole hive, but, as Dazai was his successor, he had raised him personally, leaving them with a bond much stronger – and more complicated – than the bond shared with any of the worker bees.
The man gave him a weak smile as greeting, expression teetering on the line between warmth and exhaustion. “Today’s the day,” he said after a moment of silence. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll walk with you to the edge of the hive.”
Dazai stepped to the side so that Mori could enter the room. The former queen didn't walk in as Dazai expected but instead moved directly to Dazai, engulfing the younger man in his arms. Mori was the mother of the hive – for most people, he was a mother from a distance, but since Dazai’s birth he’d worked closely to prepare him to take up his mantle. Still, physical affection wasn’t common between them – or any spoken or displayed affection for that matter. Awkwardly, Dazai pat Mori’s back, not sure how to respond to this unexpected turn of events.
Mori pulled back, looking into Dazai’s eyes. “You don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready. You can wait a few more years. Tradition can wait.”
Dazai scoffed softly. “Mori,” he sighed, disconnecting the queen’s hands from his shoulders. “I’m 22. I’m not a kid. I’ve been trained for this. This is my purpose.”
Mori’s smile was emotion-filled. “I suppose you’re right…Still…I look at you and it’s hard to see anything but the kid you used to be.” He stepped back. “Are you ready to go?”
When Dazai nodded, the two stepped out into the hallway and began the walk to the outer ring of the hive. Dazai took in all the new sights and sounds as they neared the exit – He’d never been out past the center before. The workers in the hive paused and bowed respectfully as the two of them passed. Dazai blinked against the strong light of the sun. His wings fluttered, casting rainbow reflections on the walls and floor as light traveled through them. He couldn’t help but gape in awe as the outside world was revealed to him. He took off, soaring up into the air, admiring his surroundings.
Waiting for him were two worker bees he was close with. Atsushi and Sigma hovered in the air as he and Mori approached them. The two bowed their heads, larger wings fluttering in a way that made keeping in the air look effortless. Dazai felt a bit unsteady up in the air like this. He flew around somewhat inside the hive, but he’d never been up in the air like this before; plus, queen bees had significantly weaker and smaller wings than worker and drone bees as flying wasn’t as demanded on their station.
“I’ll hand him off to you now,” Mori said to the two workers, sounding uncharacteristically choked up – must be the pollen in the air.
The two smiled and bowed. “Yes, sir,” they replied, nearly in perfect sync.
Mori turned to Dazai then. “...You know what to do?” The brunette nodded. “Just…remember that you’re in complete control there. And it’s never too late to turn back if you feel you need to.”
Dazai scoffed with a small smile. “I’ll be fine, Mom, don’t worry so much. I’m prepared for this.”
A weak smile and a small pat on his shoulder was what he was given for his words – the hug from before had been a rare occasion, Mori was a reserved man, especially in public like this.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Osamu.”
Mori then turned and flew back inside the hive. When Dazai returned he would officially be retired, and Dazai would take over all of his queenly duties. The queen-to-be took a deep shaky breath, back turned to his workers so they wouldn’t see his anxiety, before turning with a smile. “Well, let’s go!”
The three buzzed off in flight, headed towards a central meeting place. Out in the sun, Dazai could feel his biology kicking in, queen bee instinct causing him to begin to release arousing pheromones, and he could feel his body beginning to heat up. His pants were starting to feel sticky and wet, and Dazai was sure a glance at him would show his face was noticeably flushed. By the time they reached the clearing where the mating flight would take place, he was so wobbly on his wings he was worried he would fall right out of the sky. He got even more wobbly when he saw the sheer amount of drone bees waiting for him there.
Dozens of people lining the clearing, watching him with hungry eyes, all stripped completely bare for inspection and selection. Dazai stared, wide-eyed and uncomfortably aroused. No amount of explanation had really prepared him to be here in this situation. He’d never actually seen a naked person before. He’d never seen a cock or boobs before and his poor hormone-high brain was overheating. Thankfully, Sigma and Atsushi were there for a reason.
They gently guided Dazai to the center of the crowd before moving through the crowd, inspecting the drone bees there. Dazai watched as the candidates were sorted, some sent away, some grouped together, as his workers decided which of the people were best suited to breed their queen and heir the next generation of the hive. A few drones caught Dazai’s horny eye, all for different reasons.
First, a shorter ginger. Initially he drew his attention because of his odd height – normally drones were larger than worker bees, but he was very small. However, his fiery eyes and massive cock piqued Dazai’s curiosity (and his arousal). His muscles were tight and his build was impressive. Dazai had to swallow back drool pooling in his mouth.
Second, a tall man with long blonde hair and stern eyes. He looked like the type to leave you absolutely wrecked and then massage your legs and butt until you got horny all over again. While his dick wasn’t as shockingly long as the ginger, it was girthier and the sight of him already hard made a glob of slick squeeze into Dazai’s pants, making them even more uncomfortable.
Thirdly, a woman with sadistic violet eyes who was eyeing him up and down like he was a slab of meat, arms crossed under her breasts, propping them up attractively. She smirked teasingly when she saw Dazai watching and reached down to pump her cock teasingly.
Last, another shorter man (though not as short as the first) with dark raven hair and discerning green eyes. He was smiling like he knew a secret about Dazai that even he didn’t and it made the queen shiver deliciously.
Atsushi flew back up to Dazai to announce that: “We’ve narrowed it down to just a few. You can take your pick now.”
“Those four,” Dazai declared immediately, pointing to those who’d caught his eye.
Atsushi nodded and relayed his answer to Sigma. The two workers cleared out the rest before leaving along with them. It was just Dazai and the four drones now, hovering in the air in the middle of the woods. The brunette swallowed hard as the four flew around him, inspecting him.
The woman was the first to move in, attacking his shirt, practically tearing it off of him. The warm forest air kissing his skin made him tense in anticipation. She leaned in, inhaling deeply, taking in the pheromones Dazai was emitting. “The name’s Yosano, pretty boy,” she cooed, pinching one of his nipples between two nails, clearly trimmed down just for this occasion, her dick twitching at his yelp.
“Ranpo,” purred another voice from behind him, two arms wrapping around him to undo his trouser button and zipper before trailing cold fingers up his flat stomach, breath tickling the brunette’s ear.
“It’s Chuuya,” the ginger announced, nudging Yosano to the side to yank Dazai’s pants down to his ankles, leaving him in wet panties.
The blonde exhaled shakily at the erotic sight of the heated queen, practically naked and quivering in the air. He moved in, reaching down and carefully cupping Dazai’s cunt through the moist fabric. Dazai gasped, body stiffening. Sure, he’d experimented on his own a bit, but no one else had ever touched him there, even so loosely. “My name is Kunikida,” he murmured, occupied with palming at the panting brunette. “And your name is…?”
“Dazai,” he gasped, wings fluttering so weakly that the drones around him were practically holding him up.
“I know it’s called a mating ‘flight,’ but maybe we should take this to the ground,” Chuuya snickered. “Not sure the princess here can take all of this in the air.”
“I’m not sure he can take it on the ground either,” Yosano mocked, twisting his pink tit meanly as they lowered to the grass. “He already looks like he’s about to cry.”
“Maybe that’s because your sadism’s coming out a bit too much,” Kunikida scolded. “Pull back some, he’s a virgin queen.”
“But that’s the fun part,” Yosano whined.
“You’re both right,” Ranpo interjected. “It’s the first time that’s the best time, both for the person having it and the people taking it, so let’s make it good. I’m not sure he can handle your full freak just yet, Yosano. We have all night to get him ready though, so just take it slow.”
The ginger, Chuuya, sunk surprisingly sharp teeth into Dazai’s shoulder as they lay him across the grass. “Mnn…His scent is sweeter than I’m used to…Makes sense that it’s his first mating flight.” When he pulled back, a trail of saliva kept them connected for a moment.
“I’m right here, you know,” Dazai grumbled, not so heat brained that he was completely out of it...yet.
The response he got was Kunikida grabbing his face and leaning in. “Have you ever been kissed?” Dazai dumbly shook his head ‘no.’ The blonde hummed. “We’ll start there, then.” He moved in, precisely slotting their lips together, not pushing his tongue in, just sitting there a moment and letting Dazai adjust to the sensation of lips on his own before pulling away.
“My turn!” Ranpo cheered, shoving the others aside and straddling Dazai’s stomach for a good angle to lean in. Unlike Kunikida, Ranpo’s tongue traced at Dazai’s lips, snaking into his mouth and exploring in such a way that made sparks of pleasure shoot through the queen’s body. He pulled away, leaving Dazai gasping and aching for more. He received more quickly as Yosano slowly and teasingly leaned in, resting her forehead against his a moment before nipping at his lips, sucking and biting until they were swollen and puffy from the attention. While she was doing so, Chuuya began sucking dark red marks into Dazai’s neck and collarbones.
Dazai choked back a sound bubbling up in the back of his throat, and Ranpo noticed, smiling impishly at him, stroking his sweaty hair off of his forehead. “You can let it all out, we wanna hear you. Makes it hotter to know you’re liking it.” Yosano hummed in agreement, still practically chewing on his face. He could feel the ginger bobbing his head in agreement.
Kunikida was moving to Dazai’s legs, pulling them apart and resting them on his shoulders. He secured his ponytail as he asked. “Are you alright for me to go ahead and touch you properly?” Dazai shivered at the bold question but nodded without any serious deliberation. He was aching badly, it felt like there was a second heart between his legs, and his panties felt so wet and sticky, he just wanted them off. Unfortunately, the blonde wanted to take his sweet, torturous time. He ran calloused hands up and down soft supple thighs, squeezing lightly as he inspected the prize before him. The other three sat back, watching hungrily as Kunikida prepared to take the first real bite of their meal. The drone’s hands finally began to move up higher, though they parted to come up and rest on Dazai’s hips instead of inward to his crotch. He thumbed experimentally at the waistband of the white lace panties barring the brunette’s cunt from the ravenous eyes of the four people around him. He cruelly didn’t take them off yet, instead pushing Dazai’s legs even further apart, getting an eyeful of the way the moist fabric clung to the queen’s pubic mouth, the shape of the man’s folds showing through it, panties so thin that even the coloring faintly showed through the wet patch that just continued to grow as Dazai’s hormones grew more and more unbridled.
The blonde’s fingers moved to rest in the edges of the crevice where thigh and crotch met, teasing at the border of fabric and skin before finally hooking a thumb under and pulling back the elastic. Dazai buzzed in delight, thinking that he was finally going to get some attention and relief. Instead, the fabric was pulled back further before being released, snapping meanly against his sensitive pussy and making him yelp. It sent a jolt of pain and heat through him that made him dizzy. Kunikida stroked his thigh and kissed the pale skin apologetically, mumbling something unintelligible. Then, at last, the blonde grabbed the waistband and pulled the fabric off completely, easing it down his legs and off of his feet, tossing it to Yosano. The woman made flirtatious eye contact with Dazai as she swiped some slick off of the panties with two fingers before sexily lapping at her fingers with her tongue, never averting her gaze. Dazai felt his face couldn’t possibly get any redder.
“Poor little virgin thing,” Ranpo cooed, stroking Dazai’s hair as Kunikida reassumed his position between long – already slightly trembling – legs. Yosano scooted in and lifted Dazai’s head so that he was resting on her bare thick thighs and not the ground. Chuuya took one of Dazai’s hands, teasingly stroking patterns into his arm and palm with light touches of his fingernails.
“Have you touched yourself before?” Kunikida asked, making steady and calm eye contact with the brunette, gently stroking his thighs as he lifted them to rest on his shoulders.
Dazai nodded, embarrassed. “I mean, I…yeah.”
“More detail than that, sweetheart,” Yosano crooned. “Tell us all about it.”
Down by his feet, Kunikida huffed. “I don’t mean it like that, Yosano…But yes, more detail. I want to know what you’ve experienced before and what will be new.”
Four pairs of horny and expectant eyes locked onto him, giving him their full and overwhelming attention. “Ah…I…I really haven’t done anything much…” He mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact, but it seemed to be everywhere he glanced. “Just…Just rubbed at myself…Out of…Curiosity.”
“Never fingered yourself?” Chuuya asked, voice somewhat mocking, trailing his hand up and down Dazai’s throat. He shakily shook his head, ‘no.’
“Have you ever orgasmed before, honey?” Yosano hummed. Again, he shook his head – he had not. She giggled euphorically. “Tell me how you touched yourself. Come on, I want to hear; what was it like for you? Did you touch your clit? Did you love it?”
“I-I…uh…” Dazai stammered, unsure how to handle all of this attention.
“Yosano, Chuuya,” Kunikida scolded. “Take it easy.” He addressed Dazai again. “I’m going to start touching you. With your hormones this crazy it’ll feel like a lot. Talk to me through it, tell me how it feels, what you like, what you’ve tried before.” The queen swallowed and nodded shakily.
Kunikida ran his hands down Dazai’s thighs, resting them near his crotch. He gingerly reached out then, swiping his thumb up Dazai’s folds, gathering slick onto his fingers. The contact felt like lightning and Dazai whimpered softly. He felt Yosano’s cock twitch underneath him at the sound.
“You’ve rubbed yourself before?” Kunikida confirmed as he began to push small light circles into the delicate skin of Dazai’s cunt. “Like this?”
“Mhmm.” Dazai squeezed out, legs twitching.
Kunikida let out a shaky exhale. “Your clit’s already getting so puffy…” He reached up, thumb and forefinger circling the pink bud.
“Kunikida!” Dazai whined.
“What?” The blonde replied, feigning obliviousness.
“You need to use your words,” Chuuya mocked, flicking Dazai in the forehead. “Or are you so stupid already that you can’t even do that?”
“I…I want Kunikida…I want you to touch my…the thing that you said.” Dazai mumbled shyly.
“Your clit,” Ranpo clarified.
Dazai nodded. “Yes, that.”
Kunikida didn’t waste his time and moved to rub at the tiny organ. Dazai moaned softly, wings fluttering uselessly against the grass on his back. Over his head, the three not getting him off discussed what to do next.
“We can all take a turn prepping him,” Ranpo decided aloud. “Doing whatever, getting him ready, getting him into it. Wring out a few orgasms before we start actually fucking him.”
“Dibs on prepping his ass,” Yosano chimed in.
Chuuya snorted at her claim. “Well, I’ll eat him out once Kunikida’s through. I’m sure he’ll taste as sweet as he smells…”
Squirming on the ground, Dazai opened his eyes when Ranpo tapped on his forehead. “You ever had a cock in your mouth?” The raven haired man asked. He smiled and his eyes twinkled; he clearly already knew the answer to his question, but his face still flushed when Dazai answered ‘no.’ “Perfect.”
Dazai moaned loudly in surprise when Kunikida sunk a finger into him. “You’ve never had anything inside of you, correct?” The blonde clarified.
“N-No, I haven’t…” Dazai responded. He jolted as Kunikida began pumping the digit in and out of him, experimentally pushing at his ridged walls, rubbing along them, sending shocks of pleasure through the queen’s hormone packed body.
“Let me know if anything hurts,” Kunikida ordered. “Or if anything feels particularly good. Use your pretty voice, okay?”
“Mm…Okay…” He panted. “It all feels…It all feels good.”
“Yeah?” Kunikida continued, using his thumb to rub at Dazai’s clit even as he continued stretching him out from the inside. “Tell me about it, hm?”
“It’s…ah…warm,” he tried, instinct and pleasure fogging his brain. “Feels like…tingly.”
“Mm, good…” Kunikida paused his ministrations as he lined up a second finger. “I’m gonna add another, you ready? Let me know if it’s too much.” He pressed inside causing a slight burn as Dazai stretched to accommodate the new intrusion. His body was quite literally built for this though, and the hormones running through him transferred any unpleasantness into sparks of pleasure. Not to mention, with the thick waves of slick coming from his eager hole, everything was incredibly lubed. The blonde began to gently scissor his fingers inside of Dazai, stretching out his walls and preparing him to be bred. “Good?” He checked in.
“Hnn…Good,” Dazai panted.
Still keeping his head propped up, Yosano snickered. “Kunikida, you’re too soft with him. He’s a virgin, not a slab of glass.”
Kunikdia didn’t bother replying to her, instead observing aloud. “His poor cunt’s so excited…It’s practically trying to suck my whole hand inside.” The three around his head buzzed in excitement, knowing that they would get their turns soon enough.
An odd feeling began to rush over Dazai, a warmth that – instead of rushing through his body – pooled in his groin, building and building. He whined, trying to steady his breathing. “Something…Something’s happening.”
“What’s it feel like?” Kunikida asked, easing in a third finger and once again thumbing at his clitoris. “Tell me. Are you about to come?”
“Mmn…I don’t…I don’t know. It’s like…Like I need to pee but…Not? It’s…Warm. I…” A strangled moan as he clenched around Kunikida’s fingers, trying to hold back whatever wave was attempting to wash over him.
“Don’t hold it in,” Ranpo chided. “Relax. Let it go. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
“Come on,” Chuuya teased, rubbing at one of his nipples. “I want to see your face when you find out just how good your first orgasm is…”
Dazai screwed his eyes closed as Kunikida doubled his efforts. The pressure in his gut swelled again, and this time Dazai leaned into it. It was like stepping into a steaming bath when you were freezing cold. The climaxing sensation made him tense up, back arching, toes curling, wings going stiff as he gasped. Warmth poured from his cunt as if all the slick he’d had inside suddenly decided to escape. Kunikida continued to finger him until the sparks of pleasure faded and he whined in overstimulated discomfort.
The blonde pulled his hand back, giving Dazai’s thighs one last good squeeze before standing up and moving aside to grab a water bottle.
“How was it, honey?” Yosano crooned, brushing hair out of his eyes. “Excited for more?”
“‘Honey’?” Chuuya snickered. “That’s a bit too corny, even for you.”
Kunikida returned and propped Dazai up to a sitting position, pressing the water into his hands. “Drink,” he instructed. “We’re just barely starting, but with how much coming and sweating you’re going to do these next few hours, you need to stay hydrated.” As Dazai sipped at the cold water, the blonde showed him another object, a round rubber plug. “I’m going to put this in too, to keep you open while your other holes get explored.” Dazai shivered and nodded, not sure whether the plug or the idea of what was about to happen was more arousing. Logically, he knew the plug wasn’t really going to make any difference. Biologically, he was – and would stay – ready to get fucked. But it was hot to think about, so he chose not to think about it.
Back between his legs, Kunikida made Dazai whine as he eased the place-holder into his pussy. “So wet…” the blonde mumbled before pulling back and returning to sit by Dazai’s side, drinking from his own water bottle.
Ranpo reached down between his own legs, stroking his dick. It was really just for show, he was already hard, and had been since this began, but it still sent an exciting pulse of heat through the queen watching it happen. With a wave of his hand the green eyed man had the other three move aside somewhat so he could position Dazai how he wanted. “Roll over for me,” he instructed, and the brunette was too curious to argue. So, he flipped to his stomach, on his hands and knees. Positioned by Dazai’s head, Ranpo spread his legs, exposing his cock, tip leaking and flushed a dark pink color.
Dazai swallowed hard, tentatively peeking up at Ranpo’s face. “Do I…You want me to…Give you a blow job?”
“Yep!” He brought his hand down to pet Dazai’s hair. “Don’t worry your stupid little head about it though…I’ll tell you what to do.” Tangling his fingers in chocolate curls he guided Dazai’s face down to the head of his dick. “Start with your tongue. Lick around.”
Slightly hesitant, Dazai stuck his tongue out, kitten licking along the slit. He scrunched his nose at the salty taste; it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it was very strong. Ranpo twitched against his tongue, and the knowledge that he was doing something right spurred him on. “A-Alright,” Ranpo continued, voice slightly shakier than before. “Try your whole mouth now. Put it in and lick around, hollowing your cheeks…Just take all that’s comfortable.”
Dazai wrapped his lips around the length before him, easing his way down the shaft. Ranpo was probably the smallest of the four drones, but that didn’t mean he was small. He was likely about five inches, and for someone who had no idea what they were doing, that was a lot. Still, he did his best, mouth filling with saliva as he lapped at Ranpo’s dick, bobbing his head up and down. A strangled sounding moan from the dark haired drone made Dazai’s pussy clench hard around the plug inside of him. Yosano – who was apparently behind him – snickered meanly at the sight.
Ranpo’s dick twitched in Dazai’s mouth, and the man’s hips jerked upward, startling Dazai as the ravenette suddenly fucked into his throat. His eyes watered and he gagged slightly around the moaning man’s extension.
“Careful, Ranpo,” Kunikida warned as he fell into a rhythm, thrusting up and down into Dazai’s mouth.
“He can take it,” the man panted, voice strained. “Oh, crap, I’m…” Dazai jumped as cum was shot into his throat and mouth. It was a very strong sensation and the powerful taste made him whine and pull back. White seed dripped from his mouth as he panted, still on hands and knees, gossamer wings twitching. He coughed weakly, not wanting to seem immature or grossed out. Thankfully, the drones only seemed more attracted to his overwhelmed state.
“Fuck,” Yosano groaned, and when Dazai glanced over his shoulder he saw that she was viciously pumping her own dick. “He’s so hot. My turn now.”
“Go for it,” Ranpo grinned, scooting away.
Kunikida sighed at the two, sitting Dazai up and making sure he drank more water. Yosano was quick to get Dazai back down once the blonde moved away. She pulled rope from her small bag and fastened Dazai’s wrists behind his back, leaving him in doggy position, back arched, ass up in the air, slick still dribbling down his thighs, though the plug mostly kept it in. She swiped her fingers along his thighs, catching the natural lube and spreading it along her fingers. Dazai faintly recalled her saying before ‘dibs on his ass.’
“I’m guessing you’ve never tried anything anal before?” She asked, though she didn’t need to wait for an answer to know she was right. “Y’know, male queens are my favorite, because you’re wired for sex on both ends. Ever heard of a prostate orgasm?” She squeezed Dazai’s butt, admiring the round skin as she kneaded at his upper thighs and ass. After a moment she pushed them to the sides, exposing his entrance;she teasingly dribbled some of his slick onto his hole before blowing a puff of cold air onto the area. “So cute and pink,” she purred. “Your little hole would look so good spread around my cock.” Dazai shivered as she traced a finger around his puckered rim, testing the waters. “So tight and unused…” She sighed dreamily. She didn’t give a word of warning, just pushed two fingers in, all the way up the knuckle. Dazai yelped pathetically, vision blurring momentarily.
Kunikida made a gentle shushing sound, adjusting Dazai’s face so that he was resting on the blonde’s thighs instead of the ground. “You can take it,” he assured. “Just relax. If it’s too much you can tell her to stop or slow down.” Dazai shook his head ‘no.’ It was a lot, but…he liked it that way. He was sure that even if he was being spit roasted and fucked in every possible hole his body would still be craving more. “Alright…”
“He’s spunkier than I thought at first,” Chuuya teased, moving to kiss at Dazai’s back and shoulders while Yosano continued stretching out his hole, poking and prodding at his inner walls, exploring as if she were searching for something. Suddenly, her fingers grazed over what felt like some sort of bump inside of him, and the touch sent a jolt through him so violently that slick managed to gush past his plug. He let out a high pitched keening sound as Yosano smirked and began circling that spot.
“Bingo,” she purred, before attacking his prostate, pinching and pushing and rubbing at a dizzying and vicious pace. He couldn’t hold back the moans and whines spilling from his mouth. “Aw, squealing like a little piggy,” Yosano snickered, smacking his ass with her free hand. The words and action only made him groan harder. It wasn’t long before he convulsed, vision whiting momentarily as he came for a second time. Yosano, unlike Kunikida, didn’t stop after, but continued cruelly milking it, making him wail and writhe as overstimulation continued to send painful waves through him. Finally, she showed some mercy and pulled back, shoving a second plug into his spent hole – this one much bigger than the one in his pussy, and much bigger than her fingers had prepped him for.
“Finally,” Chuuya grumbled, flipping Dazai onto his back once again, being careful of his wings. “My turn.” Kunikida raised water to Dazai’s lips as the ginger moved between Dazai’s quaking thighs. Chuuya’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as he spread Dazai’s legs apart, getting an eyeful of the way he was stretched around the plug inside of him. He reached in, wasting no time, and yanked the plug out, handing it off to Ranpo. He used his hands to keep Dazai’s thighs far to the sides before leaning in. He nipped at the supple skin of his inner thigh for a moment, sucking dark red marks into the pale flesh, the sensation making Dazai squirm. The brunette was completely caught off guard when Chuuya leaned right in, licking a firm stripe up his pussy lips. It felt like a stream of fire shooting through his nerves.
There was no time to process; Chuuya hooked his lips around Dazai’s clit and sucked mercilessly, making Dazai gasp, back arching off the ground, a purring like buzzing coming unbidden from his throat. Ranpo placed a hand on Dazai’s chest and pushed him down, keeping him pinned to the floor, not allowing him to squirm around. As Chuuya continued to eat him out, heat pooled in him much faster than before, as the ginger quickly alternated from tongue-fucking him to slurping at his bud. His legs instinctively tightened, trying to close down around the ginger’s head, but Yosano stepped in, grabbing one of his legs and spreading it so wide there was a burn. Ranpo moved the other and did the same. With his hands still tied behind his back, all he could do was squirm and whine loudly as his cunt pulsed with pleasure, heat building and building until he abruptly tipped over the edge, moaning uncontrollably, liquid spurting from his spent hole. Chuuya continued to lap at him, taking in all the slick he could. The rolling waves of pleasure began to fade, but Chuuya kept his lips on Dazai’s clit, sucking and sucking. Tears sprang to Dazai’s eyes as he shook from the overstimulation.
“Ah…Ah…Hnn…Chuuya,” He moaned, sniffling and squirming, unable to make any moves on his own the way Ranpo and Yosano had him spread. The ginger bit down lightly on the small organ and Dazai screamed so loud birds in the trees flew away as an amalgamation of pleasure and pain lurched through him. Finally, Chuuya pulled back, hungrily licking Dazai’s squirt from his lips.
Kunikida once again raised a water bottle to Dazai’s face, ensuring he drank a good amount before letting him stop. Yosano and Ranpo let his quivering legs close, sitting back to discuss with the other two.
“He’s got three usable holes,” Ranpo observed. “I say three of us go at it while one supervises. Once one of us comes, we step out and the fourth takes our place.”
“Sound alright to you?” Kunikida checked in with Dazai. Still a bit out of it, the brunette just nodded. “I need a yes or no,” the blonde scolded. “Use your words.”
“...Yes, it’s…That’s good.” Dazai mumbled.
“I’ll sit out first since I just got a go,” Chuuya volunteered, sitting back against a tree.
“Dibs on his ass first!” Yosano cheered, smacking Dazai’s rear cheeks teasingly.
“Ranpo, you already had him blow you, so I’ll handle his mouth this time,” Kunikida decided, stroking Dazai’s hair while he spoke.
“Guess that means that I’ll get to be the first dick in his pretty cunt,” Ranpo cooed, swiping some slick off of Dazai’s thighs and stroking the natural lube onto his cock.
The three about to fuck him flipped him to his stomach, putting him in doggy position again. Kunikida shifted in front of Dazai, tapping his tip to the man’s lips, smearing drops of pre-cum onto his face. “Open up,” he ordered, and the brunette obeyed, stretching his lips around the man’s shaft.
Behind him, Yosano got up on top of him, pulling out his butt-plug and teasing at his hole with the head of her dick. She gave no warning before thrusting in all the way. It felt like he was a fish being speared through. He gasped, eyes bulging, noise muffled by the cock in his mouth. He was in the middle of struggling to adjust to Yosano when Ranpo lined himself up and pushed in. He moaned around Kunikida’s shaft, making the blonde twitch on his tongue from the vibration.
It went as they said – two hammering into him from behind, one filling his mouth in the front. As soon as one would finish, flooding one of his holes with warm cum, the fourth would jump in, keeping him stuffed at every end. The hours began to blur, every second a haze of pleasure and sounds and warmth. He could faintly recognize who was where based on the way they moved.
Kunikida was solid. His thrusts were always the same, precise, almost clinical. He had the goal of coming as soon as possible, filling Dazai up as much as he could. Still, it was pleasurable. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough. He would find a good angle and stick with it, in, out, in, out, in, out. When he finished, he’d pull out quickly, get Dazai some water, then sit on the edge, keeping Dazai’s flapping wings pinned to his back as the others continued.
Ranpo, like Kunikida, was precise, but in a different way. He was able to play Dazai’s body like a fiddle, often tipping the poor queen into orgasm multiple times before finishing himself. He didn’t offer any mercy afterwards, and would just continue. He was gentler than the other three, but accuracy meant he was always attacking Dazai’s prostate or g-spot.
Yosano was mean. She enjoyed plowing into him in whatever way that made him cry the most. When fucking his cunt, she’d pink his clit with her free hand. When in the back door she’d spank and pink his ass. In the front, she’d thrust meanly into his throat, making him gag on her. Off to the side, she’d get under his chest and suck and bite at his sensitive nipples, or pull at his hair.
Chuuya was the roughest, and most unpredictable of the three. He was like a force of nature. With the biggest cock, and most energy, he left Dazai gasping and trembling anytime it was his turn. The poor queen couldn’t manage taking his full dick when giving head, and could barely handle it anywhere else. To the side, he would watch, eyes burrowing into Dazai’s skin, making him feel like a gorgeous painting or piece of art.
Night came and went, stars and moon illuminating the debauchery in the clearing that went on for hours. By the time the sun rose, Dazai was a quivering mess on the ground, cum leaking from every opening, tears still dribbling down his cheeks, slick and semen painting his body. The four drones sat back, admiring their work. Yosano pushed down on Dazai’s stomach, buzzing contentedly at the way cum oozed out of his cunt at the pressure.
Chuuya grabbed a cloth, wetting it with water before beginning to wipe Dazai clean. Once he was done, Yosano and Ranpo helped get the mess of a man back into his clothes. Kunikida scooped him up into his arms, flying into the air. As the largest of the drones there, he took it upon himself to carry the queen back to her nest. The other three trailed behind in flight as they returned to Dazai’s hive.
The gentle movement and sun on his skin left Dazai feeling even more tired than before. He was sore and worn out and so so full. He couldn’t deny that he loved it. His eyelids drooped, slowly sliding closed. Maybe hive life wasn’t so boring after all.