John wasted no time in mounting the insect girl. It was not a moment for trite pleasantries. His duty was clear. She needed to be tamed. The imprinting process would make bonding easier, but her wild nature would take a bit of time to ameliorate.

The Succubuzz gasped loudly as her new queen entered her without warning. Her glossy black hair fell to one side and her breasts thrust themselves forward as though they reached out for an unseen horizon. John took the opportunity to grab her by the hair and pull her head back toward him. This forced her back to arch causing her breasts to jut outward even more.

Aggression, confidence, and a sense of command were necessary things when a master began the training process with a wild Demi-Human. While the girl writhing happily before him was raised in a laboratory environment, she reverted to a feral state in recent months. She must be handled appropriately.

She moaned loudly and wiggled her hips against his still hardening cock. He wasted little time getting to the point, but that decisiveness did not meant that he became instantly erect. Such things took time, even when he was faced with the naughtiest of bees that history and science had managed to produce. Such was the Demi-Human's excitement that it took but a few minutes before she began producing her special honey.

A new sensation overtook John. He blinked owlishly as his body began to heat up rapidly. "What is this...?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred. A hint of drool formed at the edge of his lips. John suddenly began to lose his capacity to think clearly, it was not until he happened to look down at the slowly wiggling ass of his newest acquisition that things became clear once more.

"This is..." he said, before reaching down and gripping her ass cheeks with casual strength. He began to thrust harder, his breath coming out in short heated pants.

Succubuzz honey was a potent aphrodisiac. It could work through either skin application, or ingestion. The horny bee's innate properties were causing John to become overly stimulated in a manner far beyond his expectations. He'd known of the Succubuzz honey's aphrodisiac effect, but the reality was obscenely potent in comparison to what he'd seen written in journals and texts.

Cold logic slowly gave way to an ever increasing desire to conquer and dominate the ass that majestically wobbled beneath him. John could not help himself as he found one of his hands rising up without his willful consent. It slowed and then moving down with aggressive precision his rebellious hand swatted her pert ass cheek with a hard slap. She gasped aloud and began to buzz softly against him.

The vibratory sound was made internally via her solid etheric nature. The substance of her body was basically the raw material that souls were formed from. The density and molecular motion of her material nature could be controlled by her will to a minor degree.

The ability to excite the particles of her body in this manner caused the vibratory effect John currently felt. Barley coherent at this point, John took a moment to realize a strange truth. His newest acquisition was a truly interesting take on the sex toy concept. He was taming a living vibrator who came with her own inherent lubricating aphrodisiac.

The Succubuzz buzzed happily as Queen John continued to slap her ass with one hand and pull her hair back with the other. As time passed, and his carnal instincts took over even further, he found himself biting her softly on the shoulder while her tail curled around his waist. His hands feverishly gripped and kneaded her ample breasts amidst this animalistic display, and his hips thrust forward regardless of whether he was inside of her or not. Much like an overly excited dog humping the air itself, John's body was ready.

Her honey came time and time again. The sweet golden stuff of perfect wet dreams drenched their thighs. It slid with sticky golden certainty down along the length of their struggling lower bodies to plop meaningfully onto the floor.

In the control room a thoroughly excited Nurse stroked her soft pink slit with her fingers while biting her lower lip and twisting her left nipple. This was the best part of her job by far. "So good... She's so lucky..." whimpered the nurse, a pretty pout on her lips.

Her fingers slipped between the soft velvety folds of her forbidden garden and she gasped softly in response. She bit her lip and whimpered once more as she began to daydream about the tamer onscreen. The way his manhood slid slickly between the thighs of his lucky partner. Soon, the Succubuzz girl was replaced with the image of an overly aroused Nurse.

Why couldn't she have such a loving and supportive master? What was wrong with her? No one had ever done anything as sweetly aggressive to her during her required taming sessions, and it was unfair. Why didn't she have a master who knew exactly what it took to conquer a woman and leave her panting for more?

John was at a loss. He had no idea what to do. The longer the taming session went on, the less control he retained over his logic and reason. Over the course of time he contributed more than a little 'honey' of his own to the mixture during the taming process, but his body remained revved and raring to go due to the potent effects of the girl's sweet honey and pert posterior.

However, he was but a man. In his right frame of mind his magic might have been enough to continually refresh his body as even he could perform such a simple magic. If that proved impossible, he might have even drunk restorative drinks to replenish his prowess. However, he currently had but one thing on his mind.

Like a gold miner who stumbled upon a mother lode, he needed to act quickly and decisively. It was of great importance to his current sense of reason that he explore deeper, widen the tunnel, and get more golden honey. Pounding at the walls of his precious discovery, John had no intention of relinquishing his claim as long as there was life in his body.

Hi face was a deeply flush with exertion and his eyes were red-rimmed by the time his vision began to fade. He would have no idea how long he spent taming his newest Demi-Human, nor would he know how long he continued doing such after his mind shut down from sheer exhaustion.

Yet, despite his total lack of control in the situation there was an overwhelming sense of contentment within his body. When he finally passed out from the sheer bliss of the long and intense taming session, it was with a slight smile upon his lips.

*****

"Look, we have to get her back," explained the stereotypical white haired scientist guy. He was the type of individual whose hair was permanently a bit disheveled, and who did not shave for days on end. However, if anyone bothered to notice they would find that his lab coat was always spotless for some unknowable reason.

A younger version of the older individual shook his head. "She belongs to that tamer by right of law. Unless he wants to sell her we have little choice in the matter."

"She's the culmination of twenty-eight years’ worth of research and development! They can't just give her away!" snapped the older man irritably.

"They didn't. He was attacked by her on the road and captured her," explained the junior member of the research team. This was not exactly something new to hear. Many of their escaped or stolen specimens had been captured in such a manner.

"We spent over sixteen million dollars developing her! They can't do this!" railed the scientist in agitation.

"We have several of the others back. He might sell her back as well," reasoned the younger man.

"Jason said that the man refused our offer," responded the older man in annoyance.

"Really? I hadn't heard that yet. Still, we can always recreate her," said the junior scientist.

"She was an accident! A beautiful, expensive, accident," groused the old man. They tried for over eighteen years to recreate what lead to the creation of their once prized Demi-Human specimen.

"Besides, it took nearly twenty years for her to mature to her current age. We don't have the time or budget necessary to recreate her from scratch."

Gregory, the younger scientist, nodded. "True. Still, if he won't sell then there is little we can do short of his losing her in a challenge match, or dying."

Leonard, the older scientist, blinked then glanced over at his nominal subordinate. "That's a wonderful idea!"

Gregory was a little concerned that his mentor and research leader did not specify which idea had sounded so wonderful. He was all for getting the Demi-Human back and making a fortune off of their creation but he wasn't going to go along with murder.

"Hmm... but who do we use. We can't just hire someone can we?" remarked Leonard with a rather disturbing high-pitched giggle. It was the kind of laugh that made normal people take a step back and look at an individual in a sideways manner.

The younger member of the pair shuddered softly as his team leader grabbed a test tube and began to dance around with it. The words, "Gonna get her back!" were sang out in an almost childish manner for a time as he danced and jigged about. Gregory could not help but shake his head. The old man had slowly begun to lose it ever since specimen sixty-nine had escaped into the wild. The symptoms of his growing madness became clearer every day.