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The forager bee tenses up after hearing Tik Tik's challenge. She clenches her fists and pushes herself up, her wings spreading, ready to pounce.

The soldier, meanwhile, glances at the forager, her head languidly shaking while she rests in the kobold's arms.

The master mage welcomes the limpening form of the solder into her arms. The kobold coos against the insect's antenna, a soft chuckle rising from her voice. "Good idea talk to friend. Enjoy what comes next."

The antenna twitches in response to the sound, warmth, or hot breath. Sooner or later, the wizard will find out which it is that stimulates the soldier. After all, experimentation and discovery are the driving forces in her study.

Those nimble kobold fingers that often craft magnificent contraptions and weave splendid spells now brush along the bee's body, letting the short hairs along her shell dance between digits. "Do you like Tik Tik's touch?" the kobold asks, her voice sultry. She presses her mouth against the soldier's cheek.

The bee does not yield her own moth, but the kobold's reptilian tongue flicks and licks up and down to her neck.

"Do you have name?" Tik Tik asks, one hand returning upward, the other lowering downward, over that thorax, around her front, pushing the bee in, letting those wings brush against her chest.

The soldier buzzes and hums as she loosens up to Tik Tik's ministrations. Her four arms, attached to her thorax, relax and dangle down as her abdomen twitches gently in the slightest of breaths.

"Be quiet for Tik Tik?" the kobold teases. "Naughty girl if not answer question."

The forager scoots closer to the action, bowing her head low and slumping her shoulders. "We have no names," she says. "We are workers. No names are given to workers, for we are all part of the colony."

Tik Tik nods. "Of course you are." Her hand slides up and down the belly of the bee, cupping under the chest area, gripping a fluffy bit that gives her the slightest hint of a chest. "No have names, but have other human qualities."

The forager tilts her head up, frowning. "What do you mean by that?"

"Tik Tik see many bee in wildlands. Small, tiny, even. But none shaped like ones here in insect kingdom." She strokes over that chest, and the soldier pushes it forward, shuddering, sighing.

"Suggest importance in humanoid form. Very interesting. Look at Cynwrig."

Cynwrig hops, his hands going to his lap. "Yes, miss?"

"He is beetle, but shaped more like beetle boy than beetle. You two bees, but shaped like bee ladies. Eshere, write down. Tik Tik sense great mystery!"

The kobold's fingers pinch at the apex of the shape, only to have the soldier gasp and tense up.

"So sensitive, as if have nipple there instead of exoskeleton. Very nice. Tik Tik love, love."

The forager bites her lip, gripping her knees.

"Tik Tik also wonder if have human-like desires? You like eat out Tik Tik, but then get mad." Her fingers travel downward, past the thorax and to the abdomen. "Very strange, very interesting."

"It's because you ruined my nectar," the forager says, squirming, her eyes transfixed upon those fingers and the swaying body of the soldier.

"Yes, sad," Tik Tik says. "Maybe help get more later," she says, soon finding the slit in the carapace. Her fingers stroke along the softer mound and soon press inside.

"Aaaahn!" The soldier gasps, her body tensing up.

"Ooooh," Tik Tik waves toward Eshere. "She like that! Not touch much, but big reaction!"

The soldier she pushes her hips forward, letting the kobold fingers sink deeper within her.

The forager clasps her cheeks, turning away.

"Can look away if want," Tik Tik says. She then leans in to whisper in a husky voice at the soldier. "Tik Tik like enthusiastic consent." Her free hand strokes up the bee's body, soon going over her head in gentle pets before she finds her way to the bee's antenna. The kobold wraps her fingers around the protrusion and strokes up and down, breathing steadily as she does.

"FFFEEEEENnnnn!" The soldier tenses, arches her back, and pushes her hips out, sinking the kobold's fingers deeper into her. "Aaah!?"

Tik Tik strokes the bee, sliding her fingers back and forth over that antenna in alternating movements. The kobold glances toward Cynwrig, a smile curling up from the corner of her mouth. "Tik Tik see you staring, Cynwrig. And you say that bees are dangerous and scary. Tik Tik no see danger. Tik Tik not afraid. Why you?"

Cynwrig clenches his knees, gulping. "Bad experiences," he responds.

"Seem bad here?" Tik Tik says, removing her hand from between the solder's legs.

The soldier cries out, hands clutching onto Tik Tik's shoulders and onto her sides. She shakes and shudders, panting heavily, her compound eyes glimmering.

Tik Tik spreads and swishes her fingers, letting the bee juice bridge and slime over her digits. "Now, then," The kobold says, her teeth shining in her mischievous grin. "Worker here tell Tik Tik where find colony and Tik Tik will make worker feel best she ever felt. How sound?"

The forager gasps, hopping to her feet. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Take care of forager, Cynwrig," Tik Tik barks.

The beetle leaps in front of the forager, hands spread out wide, while two more rest awkwardly by his thighs, fingers spread. "I... I won't let you... m-mess with Miss Tik Tik."

The forager hops up, buzzing into the air, her nectar baskets sloshing as she ascends. "Soldier, you can't tell her. She's-"

"YES!"

The word breaks out of the soldier's mouth, her free antenna bouncing, her hands and legs dancing around.

The forager absorbs all of this and lowers herself. "I... I see. Very well. Yes, let her if you must. I... I understand.

Tik Tik narrows her gaze toward the forager but then turns back toward the soldier, her hand placed at her slit. She presses her nose to the soldier's cheek and says. "Real fun time start soon!"