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The bee hybrids are so jealous and general, but even more so because you have a very limited milk supply!!

Your poor hive watches in agony as your babies drink their fill, seething over the milk the babies waste by it dripping down their chins.

Having to feed so many baby bees means that your hive doesn’t get a chance to try your milk…

So when they find out that they can get you lactating with supplements… they’re eager to get you started on them immediately.

There’s a line leading out of your room within hours of the good news. Your tits are heavy, and you’re desperate for relief.

Two drones fight for your unattended tits, finally settling down and taking a nipple each.

You’re in a constant state of bliss, two guards in between your legs, taking turns devouring your cunt. Milk oozes down your chest, being licked up by other bee hybrids that sit on your bed.

It’s a frenzy of hungry bees that are eager for their turn. They squeeze your tits with reverence, enjoying how milk spurts from your sensitive nipples, none of it going to waste.

Puppy boys with a lactation kink are more common than you’d think.

When your tits are heavy and full of milk, of course he’s gonna get all hard and needy! His mate is producing milk and he’s drooling over it, pawing at your chest to try and get your bra off.

His fat, red cock twitches against your thigh as he latches on. You can see that fluffy tail swishing behind him, his hands holding onto your hips so he can fuck into you while he’s suckling.

He even makes the cutest pup noises, feeling content and taken care of by his mate!

He’s sitting on the couch, watching TV. His attention shifts to you as you saunter over. For a moment he’s still, as if you’re a cat and he’s trying not to scare you off.

You look at him for a moment before carefully climbing into his lap. His entire body stiffens and his arms shoot out, not knowing where to put his hands as you get comfy like this spot is all yours now.

Once you’re settled, slowly, he moves his hands from the space beside you to your hips. He almost groans as he squeezes the soft flesh there, his eyes fluttering shut as your bury your face into his neck.

Angel Devil stared at you with the eyes of a hungry beast as you walk out of the bathroom, completely nude.

He’s still in his suit, wearing gloves on his hands, just as you had requested of him.

“Angel, you wanna touch, don’t you?”

He nods, his eyes moving down your figure. He can smell your arousal from where he’s sitting on the bed, and it was driving him insane.

“Of course I do…”

You stood right in front of him, reaching out and guiding his hands along your bare sides. His eyes were focused on your cunt, unable to tear his gaze away from the way it began to drool when he pried your thighs apart.

He toyed with your clit, feeling it twitch beneath his fingers. Every little whimper and moan you let out only made his erection grow more painful.

His cock twitches, feeling confined in the condom you had him out on a few minutes prior. He’d give anything to feel your sweet cunt squeeze around his bare cock… besides your life. That’s the only thing he wasn’t willing to sacrifice.

So as you lowered yourself onto him, he groaned into your neck and guided your hips up and down, watching your tits bounce as he fucked into you.

The whole time, all he could think about was getting to cum inside of you, to watch his seed leak from you and know how deeply connected you were.

The ache was almost too much to bear… but he yelped when you suddenly yanked off the condom and guided him back into you, bouncing on his cock until he burst inside of you without any warning.

“N-no, you shouldn’t h-“

His vision blurred as he pulled out quickly, his eyes focused on your pretty pussy oozing his thick white cum…

And for a second, he didn’t feel guilt over taking a bit of your lifespan… and felt a strange pride well up in his chest.

His lover, claimed by him in the most intimate way possible. The ultimate act of love… creating life when usually he only took it away from those he cares for most.

You kissed his head, careful not to touch his skin. “… how much?”

“… two years. Was that worth it?”

You noticed the way his voice trembled, but didn’t answer him. He knew what you would say anyways.

‘It was worth every second.’

… maybe to you it was. But to Angel?

“… never again, okay? I… want to have you as long as possible.”

Angel’s gloved hands swiped away the cum leaking down one of your plump thighs, conflicted with sadness over your shortening lifespans and the satisfaction of claiming you in an almost animalistic way.

When you feel like you’re suffocating in your sleep, that’s because he’s curled up on top of you, head resting on your chest so he can listen to you breathe.

He’s ears are so sensitive to sound, so he even hear your heart thump faster when his fingers trail down your soft tummy to the waistband of your panties.

“Pink again, hmm? Wore these for me?” he coos, soft enough to not wake you, but loud enough for it to affect your dreams. That’s the thing about elves, their words hold power over humans.

A wet spot appears on your panties, and he’s delighted that your dreams are growing filthier by the second.

But no, he doesn’t touch you. Not yet, not until he can make sure you’re completely under his control.

“My angel… you can have this and so much more… you just have to give in and let me love you.”

He kisses your neck, right over your pulse point, his teeth grazing the sensitive area. By this point your breathing has grown heavy, your thighs twitching.

But, he simply presses down on that damp spot, his fingers circling your clit through your panties. “Precious little thing… you have no idea what I could do to you right now…”

You awake suddenly, heart racing and panties embarrassingly wet. For a moment you thought you could see something sitting on top of you… but there was nothing there in your dark room.

Your curtains rustled, flowing gently from the breeze your open window let in. You got up and closed it without a second thought. All that was on your mind was dealing with the head between your legs.

Aurelian stood across the street, his red eyes shimmering in the moonlight as he watched you pull back the curtains, shielding you from his view.

People can steal your art and put it on TikTok shop and there’s like… nothing you can do about it.

Like my arts being stolen by numerous shops and I can’t even properly report them.

Nothing gets taken down.

So these art thieves can make tons of money off of MY art while my Etsy gets permanently suspended and I’m forced to make a Shopify.

Please support the actual artist and look into what you’re buying on TikTok shop. 60% of the time the keychains, prints, and other items on there are stolen are and you’ll be getting a mediocre or broken version of the product.(this happened a few weeks ago)

Feel free to support my Shopify if you want because man I’m depressed.

They attempt to go check on you where you’ve been locked up in the basement, but you’re standing by the stairs in the dark, wide eyes bloodshot and nails digging into the wall.

Absolutely not, yandere slams the door and almost pisses their pants.

You kind of haunt the house. Yandere still loves you but you’ve somehow become more unhinged than them. Too many times they’ve tried to intimidate you but you’ve started growling like a rabid dog. How are they supposed to deal with that?

But now I have a Shopify… so yay?

Get 30% off most of my Shopify using code: OPENING

If you’d like to send me a present, you can message me pictures or art of Kurapika! Especially if you draw it yourself or if he’s telling me happy bday…(I love him)

If you’d like to send me cash you can send me a gift through Kofi(I will use this to go shopping Saturday to treat myself) or you can buy something from my Etsy :3

ABSOLUTELY!

He’s literally the clingiest guy ever once he warms up to you. Even before you’re together, he always ends up sitting next you, his thigh touching yours of his head resting on your shoulder.

When you’re together? God it gets so much worse.

In public he’s a bit shy, but he’s always got a hand on you. Whether it be holding onto your hips or waist or interlocking his fingers with yours, he’s always touching you.

When you’re alone, he’s practically glued to your side. Kurapika hugs you from behind while you’re cooking or doing the dishes constantly.

You’re reading a book on the couch? Okay, well he’s going you and pulling you close. You wanna take a bath? Well he’s joining you and washing your hair!

Kurapika doesn’t notice his clingy nature most of the time too, it just comes natural to him. He’ll be leaning on you, chin on your head and arms wrapped around your middle, then looked confused when Leorio calls him out for clinging to you like a needy cat.

He gets shy and a little distant when you bring it up, not wanting to bother you, so you never complain. After all, he’s warm and smells nice, so you don’t really mind in the first place.

God this guy is so snuggly. Getting to curl up with you in bed and read or watch a movie is such a small thing, but absolutely precious to him. He needs time with you, to know you’re there and still want to be near him.

When he wakes up from a nightmare, his hands reach out and grab at your clothes, violently yanking you towards him as he pants against your neck. You can feel warm tears pool down your shoulder, but you stay quiet and hold him close.

Only your touch and presence can calm him down and bring him back from that scene in Lukso… you’re here, alive, and you aren’t leaving him. No one’s taking you away from him…

For a while, you weren’t sure why you had been left behind.

You watched as your neighbors were picked off one by one, their wooden or metal barriers torn away like paper before they were dragged from their houses kicking and screaming. They often didn’t make it much further than the driveway before the feeding began, and eventually you couldn’t bear to look anymore.

But even as you ventured out to scavenge for food or met face to face with one of the beasts, you still came home alive and untouched.

“It’s because you’re ugly.”

You froze as an older man hobbled down the street towards you, but relaxed when you remembered it was the middle of the day. Vampires didn’t come out when the sun was up, maybe the legends were true.

When your body relaxed a bit, his words finally hit you. “W-what? Ugly?”

The man looked her up and down, leaning against his walking cane. “I heard ‘em talking about it, in them raspy voices the other nice. They done killed a whole family, bless their souls…”

He murmured the last part, clutching a silver cross hung around his throat. “The bastards can’t eat someone that wasn’t seen as beautiful by another person. Vampires themselves are gorgeous creatures so we cant really compete with them in terms of attractiveness. That’s why they gotta rely on human’s vision of beauty.”

The old man continued down the street, his eyes watching the sun as it began to set. “The last person that thought I was worth a damn thing was my late wife… but she’s been gone for nearly thirty years now.”

You stayed quiet, still trying to comprehend the reason you had been left behind and allowed to live. It wasn’t a kindness or from being special…

You just weren’t pretty.

The truth made something ugly well up in your chest, tears prickling in your eyes as you carried the supplies you acquired home.

“I guess I should be grateful…” you said to yourself, placing the canned goods in your pantry. “I get to live… in a quiet world with no friends or family. Everyone is gone and I’m alone…”

But that wasn’t much different from your life before.

You were distant from your few remaining family members and had just moved to the area, meaning you didn’t have any friends. The people you did know were pretty rude and inconsiderate, knocking over your garbage when they passed your driveway and leaving dog shit on your line.

“Maybe they deserved it…”

You instantly stilled the moment those words left your mouth. You hated getting like this, viewing others as worthy of harm just because they hadn’t been nice to you or you had some damn complex.

“That’s so ugly… that’s why no one thinks I’m beautiful…”

You spent the next few months in relative peace, even if you were going a bit insane from the lack of human contact. Sometimes you’d spot the old man and dashed over to talk to him, but he’d hardly give you the time of day.

“Go away, I ain’t getting close to no one and causing their death. You go on home and try to follow my example.”

He was right. Being around other humans during such a crisis could mean falling in love with the most unlikely people. Maybe if you saved someone or helped them in a dire situation their heart would beat a bit faster. Someone in love wouldn’t care about how you look, they’d find you beautiful because they adored you.

And that, was dangerous.

So you took his advice and stayed away from fellow humans. Though you tried to help when you could, giving food to wandering strangers or telling them the closest town after this, you never got too close and remained distant.

But as humans practically went extinct within a year’s time, the vampires were running out of beautiful people to feed on.

For nearly 11 months you lived on in your small home, stockpiled with food and gasoline for your generator. There was little competition in your small town for supplies since most people had been picked off by now, so you practically lived like a queen.

It was a quiet night of watching another dvd you found in town when you heard it.

Knock knock.

You paused the movie, your heart hammering in your chest. That sound was very familiar, you heard it countless nights when you still had neighbors being dragged out into the moonless nights by beasts you could hardly see.

It always started with a slow knocking, like the vampires enjoyed filling you with anticipation and fear. They knew you KNEW that this was going to be the end of your life… and they were thriving off of it.

“You should make it easier for us both and come out now, it’ll be less violent and painful for you…”

You felt yourself stand, your legs trembling as you approached the door. You didn’t want to go out like your neighbors, dragged through glass windows, bare skin scraping against the pavement while you were torn apart.

Your hand wrapped around the door knock and turned it slowly, the door creaking open to reveal a man behind it.

When the old man told you they were beautiful, you pictured a stereotypical gorgeous person… but a mortal couldn’t truly comprehend a vampire’s appearance until meeting one. While you had seen their beast form several times before, this was your first encounter with… this.

He stood before you, fangs glinting in the moonlight as his blonde hair cascaded down his shoulders, fluttering softly in the faint wind. Red eyes bore into yours, meeting your terrified gaze with intense delight that you could hardly understand.

“Ahh, we’ve been watching over you for a while, human. It was cute, seeing you eat your fatty snacks and stare at your TV screen, thinking you were safe.”

He leaned against the wall, smirking down at you as his cloak shifted. A pair of dark red bat wings twitched beneath it, revealing his true nature.

You knew he was a vampire already, he looked ethereally beautiful and stank of blood, but those wings drove it home. He was not a human, and he was there for you.

“W-what… do you want..?”

Even he was surprised that you were able to speak, his eyebrows lifting delicately before he chuckled.

“I guess you would be confused, wouldn’t you? Usually we drag you creatures out into the night and feast on your blood and flesh with no issue.”

You chanced a swallow, your throat feeling dry and your body stiff. He paused, letting his words sink in and fill you with even more anticipation.

“As you can probably tell,” he said after a moment, stepping past you and into your home. “There aren’t many humans left that we can eat.”

The vampire stood in the middle of your modest living room, glancing around with a frown. “Do you humans just enjoy living in such filth?” he asked as he stepped over a bag of half eaten chips.

You felt strangely humiliated by his question, your cheeks flushing, but you quickly regained your thoughts. Why should you care that this monster found your house a bit dirty? You were surviving an apocalypse!

“I can’t even believe I have to say this.”

He was almost whining as he flipped his hair, glaring down at you like you were more of an annoying insect than a human being.

“You’ve been selected for the human breeding program.”

You blinked, and he continued speaking before you could even process his words.

“I’ll be watching over you to make sure you eat well and are taken care of while my colleagues find a suitable breeding partner for you. The area will be clear of most vampires besides me so your human body won’t be so stressed and your eggs won’t shrivel up or whatever…”

Was he… reading a script? You stood behind him in stunned silence, your mouth agape.

“If you can produce enough human children you’ll be allowed to live as breeding stock for the rest of your mortal life. Once you can no longer breed, you may be turned into a vampire and allowed to join our ranks,” he said in a flat tone, waving his hand around at the end as if becoming a vampire would be appealing to you.

“No thanks.”

“You’ll be given good quality food and allowed to socia-“ he stopped reading, your words finally sinking in. “… excuse me?”

“I said no thanks. I don’t want to be your breeding stock or live on in a world where I have to sacrifice my children to get up in the world.”

He stared at you for a good moment, then spoke in a bored, exhausted tone. “What makes you think you have a choice? Those who don’t participate will be eaten or forced to.”

“Sure, try forcing me. That’ll just stress the women out and they’ll miscarry.”

It was a half-truth, but from what he said about your “eggs shriveling up”, the vampires didn’t seem to know much about human anatomy.

He stiffened, squinting down at you before he moved so quickly you nearly fell over. Faster than you could think, he had you pinned against the wall.

“You’d do well to listen, human woman. You have a year to think about your decision before they gather you all for the breeding program. Before then, you better come to terms with your fate and learn to listen to us.”

He took hold of your face, tilting it up so you’d meet with his scarlet eyes. “Because I’m starving, and would love to have fresh human flesh to sink my fangs into.”

He let you go, his claws leaving indents in your chubby cheeks. “I’ll be back tomorrow night with my things… make sure to clear out a room for me. I expect the high thread count sheets from that store down the street and those feather stuffed pillows.”

With a huff, he turned and walked out of your door, leaving you to stare at the empty space in front of you, still too terrified to move.

Would he have really killed you right then and there if he could?

It was then you realized it. They didn’t know that you were aware of what(or really, who) they could and couldn’t eat.

You were not seen as beautiful, therefore he could not eat you, and could not afford to lose you because you were needed for the breeding program.

Perhaps you could find some way to escape…

While you thought over your next move from your home, the vampire stared down at his hand.

The soft squish or your cheeks and the warmth they brought sunk into his cool skin. He kept thinking about how soft your flesh was, how he almost smirked when you defied the council’s wishes.

“Hey, Valentine.”

The sound of wings flapping behind him caught his attention. Valentine knew that voice, and he almost rolled his eyes before he turned.

“What is it now, Cupid?”

The pink haired boy grinned, showing off his newly formed fangs. He was a young vampire, and had just discovered the joys of hair dye and what the humans called “punk music”.

“I heard what that human said. You’re supposed to be guarding it, right?”

Valentine looked the youngster up and down, his eyebrow lifting just a hair. “What of it? Shouldn’t you be home by now? Your parents are probably tearing through the neighborhood looking for you.”

Howls could be heard from the distance, causing Cupid to jump. “Well, I just wanted to give you an offer.”

He stretched out his wings, then smiled as he glanced at your home. “If she doesn’t agree to the breeding program… why don’t we just eat her?”

Valentine stiffened, something about his words making the elder vampire snarl. Cupid quickly explained himself. “I mean, if she can’t breeding stock, I’m sure we could find some shmuck that’ll find her beautiful if we mess with his head enough. Then we-“

Cupid yelped when Valentine took hold of once of his wings, not enough to tear the delicate skin, but hard enough to quiet the young vamp’s babbling.

“As if I’d share a meal with the likes of you. Don’t dare to presume you can eat at the prince’s table.”

The second Valentine let go, Cupid took off into the air. “Y-yeah, Ex-Prince Valentine, you don’t scare me!”

Valentine sneered, his scarlet eyes rolling before he could stop himself. Feeling too lazy to peruse the tiny runt, he turned and began walking back to the palace.

Even if he was an Ex-Prince, having him work such a low level job was humiliating for a vampire of his status that had lived a life of luxury.

But… at least you might be interesting enough to keep him from dying of boredom.

He looked down at his open palm one more time, clenching his fist as if trying to keep the strange warmth he felt from seeping away… but vampires are creatures that feed off of human blood to live, and their cold flesh can never retain warmth again. In exchange for immortal life, the comfort of warmth alluded them.

But… for just a moment while he held your face, he felt it. With an evil smirk, he wondered if he scared you again, could he feel that same heat beneath his fingers return?

Now, he was looking forward to tomorrow night.