Era: Medieval
Race: Beekin
Age: 21
Sex: Appears female
Height: 5'9
Build: Voluptuous, soft.
Occupation: Breeder
Ovipositor size: 12" x 3"
Personality: Calm, emotionally distant, straightforward.
MDA build: True Weapon Master

A beekin is born, lives, and dies for the hive. Each is ingrained with an instinctual task; hers is to grow the hive. Part ambassador and part breeder, she has come to Sinifer seeking knowledge on the many peoples of the world. Hoping to form trade agreements and alliances. And of course, locate subjects to incubate her many eggs.

Her mind is analytical and focused. Efficiency dictates her every task. Because of this, she has trouble understanding the emotional intricacies of most races. Compassion, love, and even friendship can be perplexing to her. Yet, she understands that such things may be necessary in her goals. If awkward and slow learning, she is at least willing.

As for her appearance, she is clearly exotic compared to the common races. Large, glassy eyes dominate her lovely face. Purple hair sprouts from her head, which is adorned with two antennae. Her skin is a supple, creamy yellow. Unblemished thanks to a natural ability to regenerate. Two luxuriously heavy breasts, swollen with honey-milk, hang enticingly upon her chest. Pillowy soft to the point that they wobble and sway with every move she makes. Following down her smooth tummy leads the eye to her flared hips. Around back, behind the luscious padding of her rounded posterior, is a large bee abdomen. Covered in a thin layer of stripped fuzz, it houses both her stinger and her eggs. Beneath which, the shade of her body begins to gradually darken, to near black at her dainty feet.

Between firm thighs resides a hairless, glistening hole. A vibrant shade of pink, casually displayed due to the thick, gaped lips; a symptom of her frequent breeding efforts. Shimmering gold honey lubricant oozes outward from within, providing a thick, air tight sucking sensation to anything pressed inside. When aroused, the honey flows, producing a sweet scent laced with powerful pheromones all around her. In contrast, her pink asshole looks to have been hardly if ever used; it has no sexual function in her mind.

Deep within this pussy awaits her ovipositor; a slimy, fleshy pink tube designed for penetration and the delivery of eggs. These eggs are roughly the same size as a chicken's, and are deposited one dozen at a time. When with the proper partner, this tube will slide out from inside her and harden, then behaving much like a cock. A honey-like substance is secreted from the tube during penetration, which has a pain-numbing effect. This 'pre cum' serves to make the penetration easier, as otherwise the ordeal might prove too much for the host.

Hosts she finds to be unwilling receivers of this boon may bring her to employ her stinger. A thick, rubbery and black appendage, nearly the size of a shortsword. A potent aphrodisiac venom is stored nearby in an embarrassingly shaped sack, which has the effect of causing the victim's genitals to swell up with blood, thereby making them more sensitive and pleasurable (much like a penis or pussy pump). The poison also causes extreme sexual desire; a powerful weapon given her assigned role. Normally the stinger is harmless due to its retractable tip, which leaves behind a finger-sized hole packed with sensitive nerves. Having it toyed with is a secret, guilty pleasure of hers, though be warned; anything inserted there will likely be coated in venom.

Favorites: Consecutive RP. Plantfolk. Partners with lots of cum or capacity for eggs. Bee stuff. BDSM. Relationships (romance, dom/sub, master/slave, friends with benefits, incest, etc). Send a tell for more.

RP ideas: Learning about culture and customs. Securing objects of power and allies.

Don't like: Casual sex. Poor English. Pain without pleasure. Send a tell for more.

100% /tell friendly! (: