What was that
smell
?
Mylla fluttered about like a bumblebee in autumn, blinking wide, compound golden eyes. The Thriae sniffed the air and almost did a somersault in the air at the scents assailing her - and in her mind, everything was spinning gold.
This day had become a bit of a haze. She scanned the prairie below, casting about for a landmark. Some sort of... sort of... landmark. Her eyelids fluttered. Kind of a haze.
She'd gotten up this morning. Mylla remembered that. It had been a busy day in the hive - they were getting ready to raid one of the silly little human villages nearby, and the Queen was all abuzz with her excitement about the new mead sprites they would soon have humping away in the honey vats. When the Queen was excited, she got horny. When she got horny, it didn't matter if you were a top-tier warrior or the lowliest drone - if she took a liking to you, you'd be at her knees licking her stilettos by noon.
Mylla and a few other warriors had had the sense to offer to go on scouting missions - anything to avoid being the Queen's randomly-selected plaything. Once you were claimed, you weren't often let go. And among the Thriae, to be made to submit was all it took to lose all your status. It was humiliating. Degrading.
Mylla caught herself humming slightly, and bit her lip. What a sight she must be - dressed only in the minimalist tight leather corset and short shorts she referred to as armor, her breasts bouncing eagerly in their constraints as the busty wasp-waisted fey whirled through the air like she was... drunk. Her eyelids, a deep pollen-heavy gold, were fluttering, and her plump gold-painted lips - laced with her natural venom, which could render a silly mortal or yummy catgirl a squealing, addicted mess with just a few nice, long kisses - were half-parted like she was a panting dog. Her long golden locks blew behind her, but she was flying so unevenly, they kept blowing back into her eyes whenever she accidentally reversed course.
She'd been flying around alone, she dimly recalled. Alone, to see if she could find any playthings she wouldn't have to share. Alone, because she'd been foolish enough to fuck one of her drones this morning - Mylla had three, and several warriors submissive to her to boot, making her one of the more powerful warriors in the hive. It was so hard to resist them when they begged like that. But sex didn't make fey less horny. And she'd wanted to find someone to toy with.
She was really horny right now, she realized, as she performed another accidental half-somersault in the air.
Really
horny. "Ooh," she heard herself say, and blinked rapidly as the wind picked up. The wind pushed her back, and she was so... so confused, so dizzy, it almost sent her tumbling.
But then she smelled it. On the wind. She smelled it, that wonderful ambrosia, that unbearably enticing scent.
She moaned, momentarily overcome. Mustering her will, Mylla forced her wings into their familiar rhythmic buzz, using that buzz to try to center herself. That sweet, wonderful scent filled her lungs with every breath she took as she flew right against the wind.
She was panting with exertion, her head positively vibrating with the scent. It was close.
Somewhere down there was the sexiest, horniest, neediest mortal slut she'd ever known. The musk, the arousal, the
juices
- the scent filled her like the most wonderful scented candle. Soothed her worries. Focused her.
She didn't even pause to wonder why she would smell it so strongly, when Thriae had no particularly strong sense of smell to begin with.
She was already spiraling down towards a big, beautiful blue blossom. Her heart fluttered with excitement. The scent grew stronger by the second.
It was only when she drew near enough to see it clearly through the haze that she stopped short. Her wings fluttered and buzzed rapidly to keep herself aloft. The scent was so thick, she could taste it on her tongue.
The flower was a brilliant, deep sky blue, its crocus-like petals each easily the size of a king-sized blanket. At its center was no stamen or pistil that she could see - just a bed of golden pollen.
She gazed dazedly at the reason she had stopped in midair: The lovely luminescent woman lounging in that bed.
The woman was hard to look at directly. She was shining with light, Mylla thought - and then she realized that the haze of golden pollen all around was radiating off of her. In the morning light, though, she looked like she was glowing. She was slender and slight, a contrast to Mylla's statuesque build, with a very... mellow look in those big, glimmering eyes of her. Lazy eyes, bedroom eyes. Her face was a relaxed oval shape, with long, pointy elfin ears and long blue hair pooling around her whole body as she lay back. If she were to stand, that hair might have spilled down past her feet, but she did not stand. She lay there, smiling up at the waspwoman hovering above her.
Mylla drank in the sight greedily. The woman's breasts were
massive
- not quite holstaur-sized, but perhaps a bit bigger than her actual head, explaining, maybe, why she seemed so happy to remain lying down. Her eyes were a brilliant marbled blue-and-gold, and her lashes seemed abnormally long and thick, giving her an almost alien look as she stared at Mylla. Her skin was a brilliant, almost metallic gold. Or was that just the pollen?
"Hi," the strange creature said, biting her lip. Her voice was sultry, smoky, playful. "What's
your
name?"
Mylla hovered unevenly as the wind picked up. The wind itself was a mild breeze, but every gust seemed to blow more pollen right into her face. She blinked. "Um. Mylla."
"
Mylla
." The flower women pronounced the word so slowly and sensuously, Mylla's heart fluttered. "I'm
Suvita
. I'm a saffron alraune."
Mylla blinked.
Saffron alraune
. The term was vaguely familiar, and there... there was knowledge in her brain about such creatures, she just knew it. But she felt strangely cloudy at the moment. "Hm." She drifted from side to side, examining the gorgeous creature with shallow breath. "I'm... a Thriae."
It was a stupid thing to say, but she had to say something. She couldn't just stare at this woman like a fool.
She licked her lips, tasting faint traces of the pollen. The sweet, smoky, musky flavor reminded her why she was here, and she recovered slightly, straightening her flight. "And... my, aren't
you
a pretty thing?"
"Aw." Suvita giggled, glancing down at her breasts. She cupped them in her hands and blinked up at Mylla. "That's
soooo
nice of you to say! You're so sweet!"
Mylla smirked. Fluttering out of the wind's path so it was no longer blowing the pollen into her face, she began to carefully descend. "A lot of things about me are. And, like,
you
look like you like sweet things."
"I do!" Suvita kicked her feet excitedly. releasing her breasts to lean back on the palms of her hands and watch Mylla. Her breasts bounced slightly, sending up little puffs of the pollen absolutely coating them. "I, like,
love
nice, sweet things. Who doesn't?"
"That's, like,
sooo
true," Mylla cooed, mimicking Suvita's tone. Her toes brushed the petal experimentally - it felt sturdy enough to stand on. The interior of the flour seemed to be very pollen-heavy, and she didn't want to get too carried away. "And I think you want, like, to get
super
sweet."
Behind her back, she began to infuse her wingbeats with the Thriae hum. As the buzzing filled the air, her grin widened, watching as Suvita's pupils dilated slightly, as the little saffron alraune's lips parted. "Y-Yeah," the alraune mumbled. She blinked rapidly, clearly aware enough that something was happening to be concerned but not enough to object. "Sweet..."
"Oh my gosh, you are!" Mylla giggled, fluttering to the petal deliberately upwind of the pollen bed. She let her wings settle into the incessant, irresistible rhythm that had humans on their knees begging for mercy in seconds - and begging for more in a few seconds after. "You're
such
a sweetie, like, oh my gosh. Aren't you?"
"Uh. Yes." Suvita turned slightly, staring up at Mylla - right into Mylla's pretty golden eyes. Sometimes humans claimed the compound eyes were creepy. Mylla loved changing their minds. Pure, sweet, golden honey pools met Suvita's hesitant stare, and like a fly, she was caught.
"That's right!" Mylla leaned forward very slightly, breathing in the pollen. Her head spun a little, but upwind of it, she could tell she was out of danger - and Suvita seemed to know this, because that cute worried look in her eye, though fast giving way to sleepy happiness, was making Mylla seriously wet. "That's right. But you
could
get sweeter, couldn't you?"
"S... Sweeter." Suvita nodded dazedly. One of her hands went to her lips.
"You
want
me to make you sweeter, don't you, babe?" Mylla leaned closer, licking her lips and smirking. Her dizziness was fading as the pollen's effects dropped away, the wind now blowing the pollen
from
her.
"Ooh." Suvita blinked fast. "Ooh. Uh-huh."
"Of course you do, you silly slut," Mylla purred, rising slightly into the air from her fluttering, buzzing wings. "You need a little
kiss
!"
Her voice was soft, sibilant, mockingly sweet. Suvita's eyes seemed to widen as the last word came out.
