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The hellhounds snored in the bed around her and even as Beelzebub fluttered up and over their sleeping forms to land near the door of her bedroom she knew that her party pups would fill nearly every room of her home, again.
The morning after another endless day of partying was always rough on the hellborn who couldn't keep up and even if she was biting back a growl at the stickiness on her floors that she hadn't created and that not a single soul in hell has thought to clean up already….. Well, it was just the sign of a party well partied! And if the sticky, snoring, sick to their stomach vibes of over a hundred hellhounds filling her home was just a little overwhelming this early? Nothing a good breakfast couldn't settle…. Right? Right.
So Beelzebub snuck past the mound of malamutes and imps filling her favorite living room, ducked around the baphomets sleeping on her dining table, and slammed into the kitchen barely biting back a growl as she looked around at the meal still in progress.
“Where's my breakfast?” Bee asked, her gentle tone undercut by the vicious rumble of her stomach.
“There was a k-kobold in the freezer, your majesty and by the time we got it unstuck we were behind….” A quivering Chihuahua of a chef began to answer
With a snarl Queen Beelzebub; Gluttony Incarnate grew to more than twice her usual size and the warmth that diffused with her standard glow suddenly radiating out as waves of heat before, with a single bite, she ate her former head chef.
As the queen shrunk down once more with a terse smile she was presented with the beginnings of breakfast and settled into the breakfast nook.
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A good day began with good work well completed, and today that work was in the depths of Beelzebub’s pantry… At least for one very busy Drone.
Drone buzzed along each shelf taking careful count of the household stores of food and drinks, of cannabis products, alcohol, party decor, narcan, and other assorted supplies. The careful coming and going of the cooks beneath his flittering flight felt like a well practiced dance as Drone relaxed into a quiet morning of work.
Of course in hell no morning can stay quiet for long and, before he'd figured out how many more palates of melon flavored buzzballz they needed, Drone could hear a snarl and a crunch that only meant one thing: Her Majesty’s breakfast was late.
Sighing as he went, Drone gathered ingredients and handed them out as he buzzed his way back out into the kitchen. Passing out a promotion and instructions with every item.
“And you” demanded Drone, buzzing up to lock eyes with the mastiff at the heat lamp “do you have TheQueen's blackberry waffles?”
With his prize in hand and the kitchen staff properly reorganized, Drone approached his mistress. He laid the plate before her watching as she polished off the last of a breakfast burrito in one hand and a smoothie in the other. Pulling a lighter and a joint from an inner pocket of, he offered them to Queen Bee with a bow.
“Idle hands are a devil's plaything, Bee” Quipped Drone, his tail wagging as his Queen accepted the offered smokable and let him light it
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As breakfast was finally settled before her, the appearance of Drone a balm as always, Bee started to relax. As each hit filled her lungs and then filtered through the kitchen and the edge of her morning hunger was stated, the slow rousings of all her guests tickled at her awareness. The aches and pains as the imps limped away from whoever they’d fought and/or fucked last night and towards the smells of… Her breakfast!
“Hunnybabessss, they're coming for my snacks…” Bee whined, her ears drooping as she looked down at Drone “and everyones all sticky and cranky and ugh!”
The cute little thing that Beelzebub had come to count on nodded, looked her up and down, before he buzzed off and locked the kitchen doors behind him. Within moments the pressure of all those intrusive guests began to lift from her royal psyche and Bee dove into the waffles with gusto.
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When almost every other hellhound is at least twice your size, and even many of the imps could tower over you, evicting all of Queen Bee’s hangers on isn't a small task…. But for Drone who's wings, among other features, made up for small stature there wasn't any task too hard for him to take in the name of her highness.
He returned to the kitchen to find Queen Beelzebub finishing the seventh course of her breakfast at a much more relaxed pace, with the new head chef holding his own against her menu adjustments.
“Sugardoll I neeeed you….” whined her majesty in greeting, reaching towards Drone with a pair of grabby hands
“Anything…” Drone sighed in response, quickly flying into her grasp
The Queen of Gluttony’s hands closed around the smaller canid form, pulling him to her bosom and squeezing him with a contented groan.
“That's so much better shug….” Moaned Bee, with her dedicated Drone in her warm embrace “my heads finally fucking quiet”
As she hugged him close with two glorious arms and gave gentle scratches to the base of his antennae with a third, Bee’s last hand reached down to slip her shorts down and off so that she could toss them aside into the vast kitchen depths.
His Queen lowered him towards the royal feast between her spreading thighs. Drone licked his lips as he gazed up into Beelzebubs eyes with reverence, bracing himself against one pillow soft thigh and diving in with a gluttonous passion.
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Bee sang out with pleasure as Drone set to work between her legs, her head rolled back with the bliss of letting an expert handle his work while the small hound alternated between skillful tongue-work and careful use of his canines. She felt the colors of her midsection strobing faster and hotter in lust-filled shades of lavender and pink as the first and quickest climax built and washed over her, a gush of royal sweetness soaking the fur of Drone’s face causing his wings to buzz ever harder as he presses his tongue deeper into the Queen’s flower.
The pressure of her people melted away as Beelzebub’s attention focused on the pleasure that Drone brought her, letting the tension and worries of an entire ring stop whirring through her mind as her body buzzed with the electric feeling of a quick second orgasm building. As her climax hit Beelzebub rocked back in the breakfast nook, kicking her legs up with such force that the table clattered towards the freezer and added the percussion of chaos to the screams of pleasure.
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Drone whined as he was lifted bodily, blinking in the light as he adjusted to the world outside of his Queen’s thighs once more and met the gaze above her beautiful smile . She held him firmly but gently, one hand reaching down to free his cock from both his pants and its sheath. Without words his Queen placed him back between her thighs, moaning as the small hound’s large cock filled her in one swift motion.
Using his wings for additional power, Drone fucked his Queen at a breakneck pace. His grip on her thigh as rough as the fingers stroking her were gentle as he pounded her into the bench seating of the breakfast nook. Focusing on keeping his own pleasure at bay until the Queen’s insatiable need was quelled, for the moment, Drone spared a glance back at the kitchen staff to ensure that the preparations for second breakfast were not being delayed due to any voyeuristic tendencies in the kitchen staff. The sizzle of bacon hitting the flat top was more than answer enough, especially when the scent and sound met his Queen’s senses and she came around his cock.
Drone fucked his Queen through her orgasm, even as his arms fought to hold her thighs apart to give him room to work. The hard grip on her plush, royal thighs only seemed to heighten the Sin’s pleasure as she howled her pleasures once more. The peaks of sensation coming close enough now that they might as well be one single mountain range of orgasmic bliss.
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Between the smell of bacon and the feeling of Her drone filling her, as if he’d been made to do just that, Beelzebub was lost in pleasure until the smell of bacon was too close to ignore. She turned her head towards the source and saw Her drone’s hand, outstretched, and with a handful of bacon. The pace slowed as her favorite pup fed her carefully, sweetly, each morsel of her breakfast.
As her second breakfast settled in her stomach, the heat of her sinful nature burned it away and turned each delicious morsel into more desire. The wanting built within her and, as she gazed down at Her drone, Queen Beelzebub flashed her fangs and flipped him onto his back to take what she wanted.
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Drone was slammed to the floor amid the wreckage of the kitchen table and without even a moment to catch his breath his Queen, all sharp teeth and wanting smiles, was descending upon him. Her pace was greedy, punishing, and it was all Drone could do to keep his own pleasure back as he gazed up at Her Majesty.
“Cum for me honey.” Commanded Queen Beelzebub, her voice moan that grew louder as Drone obeyed and flooded her
The Queen didn’t stop, even as she raided Drone’s pockets for another of the joints he kept ready for her and lit it with his lighter. She rode him hard, leaning down and pressing a smoke filled kiss to his sticky snout.
“Again” The Queen demanded “Cum for me again!”
Drone howled when overstimulation mixed pain with pleasure as the drive to obey his Queen pushed him right back over the edge and he filled her once more.
“That’s a good boy, such a good boy…” his Queen purred, holding drone close as she clenched around him once more “that's my good boy”
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Dominic couldn’t be upset, exactly, about a promotion. Being head chef in Beelzebub’s kitchen was a huge honor, and it would look great on any resume anywhere… If he lived long enough to NEED a resume anywhere else. But having to clean up a mess like that on his first day in charge wasn’t exactly on his career goals vision board… Queen Bee was pretty hot though, so maybe if he acted more like Drone and less like his predecessor things would end up ok.