The Hive

Brigid grit her teeth as she steeled herself. The Hive didn't take her seriously yet; but soon they would know her. And her hand-picked band. The Elders followed her recommendations this time; no men. Men had no hope against them. They finally accepted that.

And it had to be the right women. With families at stake. Women who would fight to the death to prevent the Harvest of their husbands, uncles, brothers, and fathers. Yet Brigid could not follow her own advice: The whole reason she had undertaken her crusade was the Harvest of her own husband.

But her band was a good one: Women who could stand, and fight. Stealth was nearly useless - the eye-clusters on their foreheads let them see body heat. But Brigid's team knew to watch out for the breasts. Yes, the stingers could paralyze in an instant, but if the demons got even a hint of their nectar in your mouth, woman or man would be writhing in mindless pleasure. And looking at how full they were, Brigid knew the Hive was desperate. Desperate for more and more men. There were never enough.

She snarled as she took up the first javelin, trying not to contemplate the fact that two of them seemed to have her husband's chin...

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