I Became an Ant Lord, So I Built a Hive Full of Beauties-Chapter 223: Pact of Flesh!

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"Come to me," she whispered, eyes closed, vulnerable in every way a Queen could be.

And Kai answered.

He stepped into her shadow. His thorax and limbs shifted, adjusting with precision and grace. When he lowered his primary limbs to hold her hips steady.

Kai grunted. A deep, resonating sound from his core. The pressure of pheromonal pull built like a storm within him. He steadied himself, refusing to be consumed too fast.

He would not rush. Not with her.

"I’m going to fill your belly," he muttered.

She nodded, antennae brushing over his mandibles. "Make it sacred." The air trembled on that comment.

She raised her eyes to his. There was hunger there, yes—but tempered by restraint, by something gentler. He looked at her not like a prize, but like a sovereign meeting his equal. Her lips parted slightly. Her mandibles twitched.

And then... They kissed.

Her curved, soft mouth met his plated jaw where their forms aligned, and heat surged through her body in a shiver. Her antennae wrapped lightly around his antenna. She tasted the dry thunder of the manliness on his scent—the firestorm of battles survived, and the tenderness hidden beneath that brutal shell.

Kai’s hands rested on her waist, large claws curling just slightly—not to grip, but to anchor. She pressed closer, her breastplate pressing lightly into his chest, the smooth blend of flesh and chitin stirring from friction alone.

Akayoroi’s pulse spiked. "I’ve already activated the scent," she murmured against his mandible. "There’s no going back, Kai. Take off my clothes."

"I wasn’t planning to," he said softly, his voice low and deep—almost reverent.

Kai lifted one hand to her shoulder cloth knots and began to unclasp it, one segment at a time. Her dress fell away in gentle clinks against the mossy stone, revealing the smooth curve of her upper torso. It was gleaming with bio-lustre and elegance. Her humanoid skin met hardened carapace in fluid joins of design both natural and ancient.

Kai watched in silence. Not as a predator watches prey. But as a sculptor beholds a masterpiece not made by any human hand.

Her thorax, proud and narrow, curved into the broad, rounded base of her insect abdomen. Strong limbs supported her, thick with royal muscle honed through years of survival. But her expression was soft—lips parted slightly, antennae curled back in submission not born of fear... but choice.

"This body was never touched by a man," she said, voice trembling. "You are my first. And only. Today, make me a woman who tasted the love of a man."

Kai stepped forward.

His own chest armor cracked and shifted aside with the flex of muscle and mind. Each plate peeled back in sections, revealing layers of hardened red-black core plating and a faint internal glow—a power source that no ant before him had ever possessed. His abdomen shimmered with stored potential. His mandibles flared slightly, breath sharp with purpose.

"You’ll never be alone again," he promised.

His clawed hands moved to her sides—thumbs tracing along the border where humanoid softness met royal carapace. The ridges of his fingers were lined with heat, and as they moved over her, Akayoroi gasped. Her back legs adjusted. Her tail shuddered. Her eyes blinked once, involuntarily.

Their antennae locked again, curling together like threads of destiny.

Then, slowly, he guided her down—onto the sacred stone in the center of the Queen’s Nesting Chamber. The ground here was woven with cotton like threads, blessed by generations of queen memories. And now... she was not alone.

As she lay back, Kai leaned over her, bracing himself on his four hind limbs, keeping his full weight from pressing too hard. His abdomen flared wide and began to glow faintly — a big red line forming along his sternum.

Akayoroi reached up, tracing her fingers over the center of his chest. "Is this... your core seal?"

He nodded.

"I feel it. It’s beautiful." Her voice trembled.

He lowered himself, their torsos brushing—his heat seeping into her thorax like molten promise.

Kai pressed his head to her chest. The low hum of her heart—a resonance matched only by his—filled his ears. While biting her chest, He could feel her warmth blooming, her lower segments parting ever so slightly as instinct pulled her open.

But he didn’t rush.

Instead, he let his aura pour out slowly, bathing her in the pleasure of playing with her chest. It wrapped around her like heat around a seed, awakening dormant instincts long suppressed. Her claws trembled as they pressed against his shoulders. Her voice caught.

"I don’t want gentleness," she murmured. "I want honesty. My lower lips are leaking water."

She adjusted beneath him by lifting her abdomen slightly, inviting him.

"You’re ready?" he whispered.

"I was born ready for this... just didn’t know who I was waiting for."

Their bodies aligned. Kai’s Ant rod was as hard as iron. It was ready to penetrate her lower lips. Kai sticks the tip of the Ant rod into her lower lips slowly and gently.

The first contact sent a ripple through both of them—like the cracking of an ancient seal. Kai’s energy surged into her with the faintest contact, lighting up the Queen’s reproductive pathways like a constellation map of destiny.

Kai started to pull his Ant rod up and down... after a few more gentle tries. He sticks it in with full thrust. It parted her lips like a bullet train entry into a jelly.

AHH!

Akayoroi moaned and screamed in a high voice. Not from pain, but from satisfaction. She never felt like this. Never thought that Kai’s ant rod would be harder than a star iron. It was creating heat with each push.

A furnace opened inside her abdomen. Her eggs stirred—unfertilized no longer, but singing with heat and potential.

Their foreheads pressed together, antennae still wrapped, as they began to move, not violently, not rapidly but with a rhythm older than kingdoms. A beat passed from thorax to thorax. From breath to breath. The Hive’s call of union.

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