Io was only trying to get across the Wild Forest by flying over the treetops. She didn't want to waste time traveling by foot, especially not with the dangerous creatures that hid in the underbrush. Mothgirls didn't have many defenses against creatures like that.
She had just reached the halfway point when the wind picked up. She was a fairly decent flier, but the winds were fierce and buffeted her around the sky. It took all of her strength just to stay in the air.
She let out a scream of pain as her wing tore. The wind whipped her around, then dragged her to the ground.
She woke up in the lap of a very pretty woman. She had pale purple skin, and her deep green eyes were beautiful to look at.
"Oh, you're awake!" the woman cooed. Io blinked tiredly, shifting in the woman's lap. She was cradled in the woman's arms, her head on her shoulder. "You must be exhausted!"
"Hm?" Io started, realizing that she was in a strange place with a strange woman. "Where am I? Who are you? I need to get home!"
"Shh..." The woman pulled her closer, gently rubbing her arm. "You're in no state to run off, little moth. Not with your injuries."
"Injuries...?" Io looked at herself and found that she'd been changed out of her traveling clothes and into a loose-fitting dress.
"Relax, dear. You need to rest..." Io squirmed in the woman's arms, trying to escape her grasp. "Let me get you something to eat. You're probably starving."
"No. I--I need to go." The woman shushed her again, slowly rocking her back and forth in her arms. Io's antennae perked up, sensing a sweet, flowery scent. Her panic started to fade.
"That's it, dear..." The woman held a glass to Io's lips. It smelled like flowers and honey. Io took a sip and softly sighed. It was the sweetest nectar she'd ever tasted. Io took the glass and drained it.
"More." She held out the glass, licking her lips.
"Now, little moth, I wouldn't want you to overdo it." The woman set the glass to the side and Io whimpered. "But goodness, that is an adorable pout."
"Please?" Io didn't know why she needed this nectar so badly, but she did. She needed to drink it and she never wanted to stop.
"Oh, little moth..." The woman started to knead the back of Io's neck. "I knew you mothgirls were suggestible, but I never would've guessed you'd lose your mind so easily."
"Huh?" Io's head was spinning, just trying to understand what the woman was saying. Her antennae twitched as the flowery scent filled her nose again.
"Just relax, dear..." Her eyelashes fluttered and her head started to slump back. The woman's massage was doing wonders for her neck tension. "The nectar should be taking effect, now..."
"Effect...?" Io faintly echoed. She could barely think, her head was foggy and her muscles felt like mush.
"Your skin feels so sensitive... Every touch feels so good, so pleasurable..." Io shuddered. The feel of her dress, the woman's fingers on her skin, the warmth of her breath. "You feel so good now, don't you?"
"Uh-huh." Io squirmed, panting as her nervous system went into overdrive. She felt so, so, so good. She let out a moan.
"That's it, little moth... It feels so good..." The woman lifted a glass to her lips and Io gulped down more of the nectar. The woman lifted her dress and gently cupped her pussy underneath. Io whined and arched her back. "So wet..."
"Please..." Io gasped. The woman tapped her clit once and the world faded as an orgasm washed over her. Her body trembled and she was faintly aware of a high-pitched moaning.
