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Queen Bee-Lzebub ([personal profile] makethathoney) wrote in [community profile] divinetree2024-04-22 09:18 am

⬡ Bee Posting ⬡



Come and RP Bee scenarios/AUs with me!
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2024-07-14 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
It was so, so hard to keep his cool with hands on him. Being with her was like a contact high, from the sweet scent of her, the feel of the queen beneath his touch, and each brief taste he helped himself to.

It was like being yanked up from a heady fog. He shuddered when touched, his body unashamed with what she'd been doing to him.

When he reached down, swept fingers against her wrist, it covered the hand that had been touching.

"It's been so long... since I've burned like this," he managed. King though he was, he was looking more like a hungering thing than anything else. His free hand moved for a hip, idly dragged claws down.

"I throw myself at your mercy..."
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2024-07-16 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He was eased back with a hitched breath, battling to calm his racing heart, his knotted stomach. In his disheveled state, lavish and showy clothing struggling to remain on his form, he looked like he was swiftly losing some sort of battle, some of her claws having left faint marks against the ivory of him.

But with eyes hooded, a deepening red, breath a steam, it was a battle he was relishing immensely. ...Relished more when presented with a prize. His hands ran up those thighs with a dark little chuckle.

"You threaten me with a good time, my Queen. I wouldn't dare say no..." Buuuut whatever act he was putting forward was lost to the satan-knows-where when a tongue that knew its way around so many sweet treats swept around such tension and heat, made him squirm. His grip on a thigh tightened as he closed his eyes. Fuck... fuck, okay...

So he would respond, forked tongue running up her inner thigh. Bee was sweet here, as expected. But how sweet would she be in the center, he wondered...

Her one warning was a warm breath against her fur before he took it slow himself, marking a spot with the brush of the tip of his tongue before he set with a heated kiss. There wasn't a mote of hesitation... why would he, when this was actually one of his favorite ways to play with a lover?