"Yes. Mating good." the male indicates and starts moving towards you. You hold out a hand, hoping to shake on the deal. The male approaches, takes you by the wrist, and begins licking off all the sticky nectar, working his way up towards your neck and shoulder. A sensible interpretation really. Social insects and simple animals often make deals based on bringing food to each other right? Plus you know from experience what sort of appetite these creatures have, you just ate a rather impressive meal of this stuff yourself...
Suddenly two things dawn on you. One- There is a very real possibility that the lizard woman left for dinner when you started going to town on that nectar, and you are not being monitored at the moment. Two- While the male's upper pair of arms are holding your arm still to lick off the nectar, his lower pair have a pretty firm grip on either side of your stinger, like he's getting ready to... to...
You are more or less unable to form any sort of coherent thought for the next several minutes more complex than "faster" "harder" or "a little to the left." For the sake of your sanity and self-image, you keep telling yourself that the wild animalistic sex that just occurred was absolutely 100% the result of crazy insect pheromones taking complete control of your body, that there was absolutely nothing you could have done to avoid it, that it had nothing at all to do with wanting his big hard beehood inside of you, and that you definitely are not going to jump right in for another round the moment he's recovered enough to do so.
Eventually, a scaly pair of hands grabs you by the shoulders, shaking you out of your confusing mix of post-coital bliss and strong denial that there is any bliss involved. "Hey!" the lizard woman says, "I don't speak twitchy forehead. Just nod if he agreed to come along. You do so, but suddenly you're distracted by a mounting pressure inside your abdomen.
The lizard woman quickly shoves you back into the teleporter and races to the controls, muttering "No no no no, no way, back down you go, I've seen horror movies, I know better, you go do that planetside!"
Rather confused, you find yourself back on the planet, and in a fair deal of discomfort as you double over and lay an egg into a soft patch of nearby mud. The realization of what just happened comes as quite a shock. Not only have you lost your humanity, and your masculinity, now you're actually going to be the mother of some strange alien insect child? Before you can fully come to grips with the implications though, confusing new muscles twitch, ejecting a second egg, then a third, and so on until a full clutch of at least two dozen glistens in the sunlight around you. Instinct urges you to cover them with something, but while you look for the right sort of giant leaf,you once more find yourself on the ship.
"There. No acid spitting face huggers on my watch!" the lizard woman proudly announces while punching in the flight controls. "Just three more stops and it'll be time to head home." Without another word, you find yourself, yet again, standing on a new planet in a strange new body.