Dark Empathy Archibald Bradford (best books to read in your 20s TXT) 📖

Erica moved in unison, the Katje gripping and massaging his balls while the angel took his length in a firm grip and jerked him off all over the giant’s tiny ass.

Nameless alternated between gasping and groaning into his angel’s cleavage as his cock spat out wad after wad of his seed across Nina’s tiny cheeks and lower back, Volka’s clenched fist pistoning up and down the whole while.

The little red monster propped herself onto her elbows and looked over her shoulder with one eye, feeling the sticky heat of her master’s seed painting over her, marking her as his.

At length the spitting of his cock abated and Volka pulled her breasts out of his face and sat back onto her thighs, her grip on his member slackening.

The group took a moment to appreciate the sight of the tiny red girl’s cum-covered bum while Nameless’s orgasm abated.

A sudden knocking on the door drew their attention.

“Hey guys! I’m back, but the door is locked! Are you still there?”

No one moved at first, though they shared a number of looks.

Volka finally sighed, sitting up and pulling her shift back on, smoothing the fabric back over her naked and sweat covered flesh.

“Ophelia had a point, we really ought to socialize with the others.”

Still completely exposed and covered in her master’s seed, Nina swallowed to compose herself before letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Meh, I like our socializing better.”

Chapter 6: All Abuzz

While Nameless and his bond-mates were enjoying their evening, Cordelia and Christine Loskins were languishing on the plush furniture in the main room of Queen Oldeera’s new hive in Algrade.

Unlike Oldeera’s previous hives, which had featured her bed rather prominently in the central bower, Cordelia insisted on some sort of living room.

Which was just as well; because she doubted that Christine would have set foot in any room her little sister was routinely having sex in.

Little did she realize…

Standing in contrast to the amber-like substance of the hive the trio of cream-coloured couches they lounged on formed three parts of a circle, with gaps between them to access the steps out of the sunken section in the middle of the domed room.

Though new to the city, the battle-hardened Hornets were a welcome addition in the eyes of the city council, and as such Oldeera was granted permission to construct her hive within the city limits, rather than amongst the slums surrounding it.

This worked just fine for both of the Loskins sisters, as its location essentially put them equidistant from Christine’s school and Cordelia’s work.

Under the light of solar lanterns salvaged from the hive in Kettering the sisters were taking it in turns to paint each other’s toenails, while Cordelia’s bond-mates spoiled them with rich chocolate, candied hazelnuts, and deliciously tart fruit juice.

“I have to say Cordy: when I imagined living in the city, this is not what I pictured.”

The older sister gestured around at the luxuriously appointed room with her freshly painted nails.

The wingless Hornet holding the tray of sweets for them absently leaned in and gave Cordelia a kiss on the side of her head, though she was careful not to jostle her as she saw to Christine’s feet.

Personally the mechanist in training found the whole affair to be a bit ridiculous as her fingernails would inevitably end up covered in grease, but she enjoyed spending the time with her little sister nonetheless.

Unlike her father, Christine wasn’t overly surprised when Cordelia showed up, hand in hand with Queen Oldeera, and announced that they had bonded. But it had still taken a while to get used to the monster girls’ affections for her younger sibling.

After all, up to that point she had thought that Cordelia wasn’t into girls like their other sister Helen was.

And she was even more flabbergasted when they said they wanted to move to the University City with her.

Cordelia finished the last dollop of polish on Christine’s pinky toe and leaned back to return the Hornet’s kiss, causing the monster to giggle.

“What, you don’t like chocolate anymore?” She said.

Christine shook her head vigorously as she snagged another piece of said chocolate from the tray before the Hornet holding it could get too distracted.

She popped it into her mouth with a happy moan before replying.

“No, but I expected to be living alone, or maybe on campus with a bunch of strangers.”

The wingless girl paused in her canoodling of her bond-mate to look at her with some concern.

“Are your quarters not to your liking, Princess?”

That was another thing for Christine to get used to; because she was related to the Hornets’ queen, in their eyes, she was royalty too.

Though despite any misgivings she had about the lofty title, she would forever cherish the look on her father’s face when they addressed him as ‘Your Highness’.

“No! They’re great! I love the extra space for my work. It’s just not what I was expecting, that’s all.”

To help accommodate her studies, the Hornets had already finished building a workshop for her at the bottom of the domed hive, though Cordelia had to all but order them to put in an entrance at ground level for her and her sister to use.

The Hornets were warriors and their hive was their fortress: in their mind a ground floor entrance was simply a weakness for their enemies to exploit.

The queen-of-their-queen gave a sniff.

“You think I was expecting this?” She popped another chocolate in her mouth for emphasis; “I was all set to marry some oaf like Brandon, and then maybe take over the bakery with Helen.”

There was a quick buzz that reverberated around the room as the Hornets heard the name of her ex-boyfriend.

They were most definitely not a fan.

Cordelia doubted Brandon would ever realize how close he came to death when Oldeera and