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The roach stares down between his legs, panting heavily as his dick throbs painfully erect. "W... what the hell...?" he gasps, clasping onto the sheets. He reaches down, a finger poking at the turgid length, only to gasp when the shock of delight runs through his body.

"Gah...!" He gasps, clasping his hands over his mouth.

"What's the matter, big boy?"

He whips around, shrieking at the sight of the iridescent green wasp crouched upon his windowsill.

"Y... you!?" He groans, scrambling out of his bed, catching a leg up on the sheets, and toppling down right onto his butt.

"That's right, lover, me," the wasp says, climbing out the window, her feet clacking along the floor.

"La-last night... w-what was that?" He grunts, grabbing for the wall behind him and pulling himself up.

With hands on her hips, she steps to him, lifting a foot and stomping it down in the space between his legs. "It was what I wanted it to be. Isn't that enough?"

The roach winces. "It... it shouldn't be..." he grumbles.

She smiles. "But it is."

He looks away. "I don't know why."

"Oh, but I do."

"Y... you do?"

"Of course," she says, stroking up and down her side. "I know everything you need to know, don't you remember?"

"I..." He blinks but winces, rubbing his head. "I can't..."

"You're such a naughty boy, you know, ruining people's fun, and for what purpose?" She leans in, lifting her foot, her scaled toe touching the base of the length, sliding slightly upwards.

He pants, gulping, watching downward as she strokes up along his cock. "I... I... don't know..."

"Your purpose is to guard. You're a guard bug, aren't you?"

"T... that's right." He says, rubbing his forehead. "A guard bug. The best."

She curls her toes around the length, stroking it up and down. "And a good guard bug takes time to please himself, doesn't he?"

"B-but I've never... not, ah!"

She squeezes the length hard, tilting it to the side. "Are you speaking against me?"

"W... what did you do to me?" He whines.

"Nothing you didn't want." She says, letting go.

He gasps, reaching out but stopping himself.

"See?" she says, chuckling, sitting on the bed, crossing her leg, lacing her fingers, and setting them on her lap. Her other hands cup her breasts, tapping and clicking together slowly and deliberately.

"I... why can't I remember?"

"Don't worry about it," she says. "There's nothing to worry about, so why bother with it? You need to take care of yourself." She says this, tilting her head, "so do it.

The roach sits there momentarily, looking up to her, then down to himself. He exhales a broken whimpering groan before he finally reaches once more, wrapping his hand firmly around that shaft.

"Have you ever done this before?" she asks.

"I... I have never touched myself." He responds.

"Oh, are you one of those types who vow celibacy? How utterly boring."

"It... it was a vow for focus..." he says, stroking up along the shaft, pressing his palm to the thing. He gasps, pushing his hips up.

"Now, look at you, groaning like a boy discovering his dick for the first time," she says, resting her cheek upon her hand. "What am I going to do with you?"

"W... whatever, nngh, you want...?"

"Well, yes," she says, clicking in delight. "But I can't make things too boring," she says, stroking down over her thigh. "After all, it's no fun until I have you asking for it, well and truly."

"A... asking for... for it?" he repeats.

"Speed up," she says, yawning.

His pace quickens, his hand rubbing roughly against his sensitive skin, that throbbing cock feeling the brush of a dry touch for the first time, but not for long, as the pre that oozes from it slicks it up, allowing him to speed up even more.

"Now slow down," she says.

"Aaa..a.aah...?" He gasps, slipping down on the wall and laying flat on the ground. "N... no... please. I want it to finish."

"Isn't it repugnant, though? Finishing from your hand like that? Wouldn't you rather something else make you explode?"

"S... something else?" he asks, gulping.

"You've seen the others in their fornications. Watched them for quite a bit, I'd wager," she adds. "I'm sure there are those out there who would love to feel that big meaty thing inside of them, wouldn't you agree?"

"I... I don't know."

"Let go."

He does so, closing his eyes, shuddering. His arms ache, and he tries to lift them, but he can't, no, won't, no, can't!"

She stands up, her wings spreading, fluttering as gold as the light passes through them and onto him. "You are not allowed to cum, not unless that cock of yours is deep inside someone. Anyone. I don't care. But" I'm sure your suffering will only go further until you find yourself someone to fulfill your desires."

"Oh, nngh... I.... S... suffer."

"I know you do," she says, turning to face away from him. "It's what I intend for you until you are a good boy, and fuck someone for me." With that, she hops out of the window, flying away.

The roach takes so long to climb up to his bed; each agonizing moment, he keeps his hips away from things and saves himself from rubbing that engorged member. His breath is heavy, his focus dissipated.

He only has one thing in his mind: relief, sweet relief.

As ordered by his mistress.