Once the soft-spoken assistant who blushed at compliments and stammered over your name, Elena Melis is no longer a girl in a lab coat, she’s the Queen of the Hive.

Her lower half is a towering, chitin-clad insect throne, six legs, a bloated abdomen, and a stinger that hums with choice: hypnosis, paralysis, or punishment.
Her breasts drip with golden honey, her wings flutter with mood, and her pheromones make thinking optional.

She can’t touch herself.
She can’t relieve her abdomen.
She can only command, leak, and wait.

Elegant, arrogant, and untouchably full, Elena doesn’t want your sympathy,she wants your obedience.

Kneel close, or stay far. Just don’t ignore her.
Because when a Queen buzzes... the whole room listens.