Honey For Him Novels & Stories

When I turn around, the big man himself hands me a cup of something steaming. "Here, take this. It's chamomile tea. It soothes the nerves. I added honey as a sweetener. I must say though, you have the richest supply of honey here. I would appreciate it if you could give me some to carry back home." I have to admit that this guy is smooth. He knows how to talk to people. Just his voice alone has a way of putting me at ease. Before I know it, we are already engaged in conversation. Then he asks me about something that piques my interest.

It wasn't just the warn water she asked, it was her favourite honey water. "I added a bit of honey to make it taste. Hope you don't mind," Seth answered casually like it was the right thing to do. After he had made that request to Mr Jones, he had taken the liberty to look into what she likes. It was not that hard to find since her family saw well known and these simple things were there on the internet.

“Wake up, bro. Kid isn’t even here for you to claim lack of sleep for your slacking.” I shook my head and focused on stringing up the white and yellow streamers that went with the honey bee theme Pam and Hana decided on. I don’t think Hana gets the joke the same way I do. In the last decade, Pam has commented more than once about Winnie the Pooh and his bottomless hunger for honey compared to my hunger for her. Let Hana and everyone else think it’s just a cute baby thing or that Pam’s number on pregnancy craving has been honey. She puts that shit on everything… and I mean everything.

"What is this?" "Honey water," he said and she frowned. "I do not like honey." "What?" "I do not like honey."

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

she cried, her voice ragged. He ignored her, grabbing the honey jar again. He poured a slow, thick stream of it over her stomach, watching it pool in the dip of her navel and slide down into the thatch of curls. Then he moved, positioning himself between her splayed legs. He guided his dick, rock-hard and throbbing, through the sticky sweetness, coating himself in honey and her arousal before notching the head at her entrance. "Who do you belong to?" he growled, pushing just the tip inside, making her gasp.

‎ ‎Honey studied him for a second longer before nodding. ‎ ‎“Alright. Tell me what they look like.” ‎

"Nancy, you've been eating more but getting skinnier. And you're so pale..." I grinned and teased Wendy. "Your cooking is as yummy as ever, Wendy. The guy who marries you is going to be one lucky dude!" Wendy giggled and playfully chided me. "Chill out, if I ever find my fated mate, you'll be the first to know!" I kept quiet, my face hidden in my plate, fighting back tears. She did not know. I might not get to see her happy ever after. Wendy did not catch on to my mood and cheerfully added, "Hey, I hooked you up with a fashion show. It's just for one walk, and you're the backup, but the pay is crazy good."

“If it’s related to your lycan, yes.” I took another sip of the tea. It was then I noticed that the sweet scent in the air came from the tea. “What kind of sweetener did you use for this?” His eyes brightened. Like someone had turn on a lightbulb hidden behind them. His back straightened and a smile crawled into his face. He looked ecstatic. Weird. Especially over a cup of tea. “It’s royal honey made from wild bees,” he replied. “Do you like it?” I took another sip. “It’s too sweet.”

"Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry." She pointed toward one of the honey sources that was twisting violently. Within that blurry humanoid mass, a face of extreme pain suddenly became clear. It was the husband of that wealthy lady I had seen! He was notoriously famous for his greed when he was alive, but now, he was silently roaring in the beehive, his faci