The Queen's tongue traced one last slow circle around Ren's softening cock, gathering the final traces of his release with a satisfied hum that vibrated through his thighs.
Her compound eyes gleamed with possessive triumph as she rose above him, breasts swaying heavily, nectar still dripping in thick strands from her swollen pussy.
Ren lay panting on the petal bed, chest heaving, mind foggy with afterglow. For a heartbeat he almost forgot the danger. Almost.
Then the stinger tail uncoiled from his thigh and snapped around his waist like a whip. Before he could react, the Queen lifted him again, cradling him against her warm, striped body. Her wings beat once, twice, carrying them upward toward the towering flower's glowing core.
A single massive petal unfurled like a living door, revealing a soft golden chamber within. The Queen slipped inside, the petal sealing silently behind them.
