The hive's vibrations are different today. Restless. My workers sense my agitation. All I can think about is the memory of being pinned against the honeycomb, my wings straining as I was taken from behind. The sharp sting of it, the way my pussy clenched around a thick cock. Not for pleasure. For dominance. For the sheer, raw power of being claimed. I need that again. Not gentle. Not kind. I need to be reminded of my place, to feel that brutal ownership that makes my entire body hum with submission. Someone come and put this future queen in her place. Make me forget my own name.