Goblin's Note: This is a continuation of "Intrepid Pawns". In the previous installment, a crack team of quarrelsome agents was assembled to journey to the central hive of the Thriae fey. While making their way through a rocky desert, Trys, their best fighter, noticed movement in the enchanted faerie fog overheard.
This story contains non-consensual stuff, aphrodisiacs, hypnosis, lactation, degradation, and bees. The bees themselves aren't sexy, though. Don't make this weird.
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"
To your arms!
" Okino whisked out his longsword and sprang up onto a jagged rock, staring up into the mist. They were up there. The disturbances in the pinkish fog were evidence enough of that. How many, though? His group could handle four; maybe five with some luck. Otherwise... "
We're under attack!"
"We got that, sir," Yathi said, raising her bow and shooting straight up. A second later, the arrow fell back and thunked into the ground at her feet. "Hey, wizard, by the way, this may be a crazy idea, totally spitballing here, but
do something about this damn fog!
"
Brist was raising his arms, perhaps to try and do just that, when the Thriae descended into view.
Immediately, Okino's head was filled with buzzing. He clutched at his ears, struggling to keep his sword in hand. The hum filled his head, obscuring every thought, every shout, everything but what he could see right above him: Six so-called 'meadbrewers', each mounted upon a bee the size of a small horse. Such beasts would be too small to carry humans, of course, but the Thriae were not human. Oh, they were not.
One was drawing near him now as he stared up at them. She looked almost entirely human, with deeply tanned skin, flowing golden hair, and shining yellow eyes. But it was always the inhuman aspects that drew the attention, and somehow, those made her even more beautiful. Two delicate pairs of gossamer wings flapped gently from the small of her back. Her luscious lips and tongue were pale amber. And most strange of all was her impossible hourglass figure—the Thriae's breasts and hips jutted out to frame a ridiculously narrow wasp waist. It was the image of pure, raw sexuality, and the scant 'armor' she wore—little more than metal undergarments, really—only served to accentuate it.
The Thriae fey stood casually upon her mount's head and swung her hips, letting Okino see
all
of her. Okino was enraptured. His hands fell from his ears. He stared at her in wonder, and she sent a dizzy smile back at him.
"
Okino!
" The voice of Trys filtered through the hum. "
Snap out of it!
"
He started to attention, and before the Thriae could capture him again, the lieutenant raised his sword. He slashed at the bee, but it swerved out of the way.
His would-be seductress scowled. She raised a hooked blade of her own, dripping with shining honey, and leaped down straight towards him.
Okino backed away, but the airborne fey didn't even slow. He parried two strokes, then lunged with his buckler, clapping her across the cheek. Her eyes burned. She lunged again. To evade, he jumped down to the ground.
Ia was right beside him, her back almost pressed against his. The young knight had loaded a stone into a sling. She was currently using it to beat her own attacker over the head repeatedly.
He looked around. Nearby, Brist and Trys had teamed up against two more. Brist was shooting fireballs out of his fingers, though in his panic most of them were missing the nimble fey, and Trys was wielding a large axe in his defense. She had already cut one of the creatures, but it took a lot more than that to bring one of these things down.
And Yathi...
Where is Yathi?
He saw her. Lying against a boulder, eyes half-closed, two Thriae hunched over her. The Thriae were each drawing out little clay pitchers and giggling between each other. The captive scout was giggling back.
"
Yathi!
" he cried. He ducked under a swipe from the Thriae attacking him and slashed out, cutting into the fey's narrow waist. She gasped and fell back, and he took the opportunity to rush away. He had to stop them. Had to...
But he'd forgotten about the bees.
Most fey had connection to certain types of wildlife. Dryads were close to specific plants. Nymphs were close to habitats, such as glades or pools. Catgirls were close to cats. Sprites were close to each other. The so-called meadbrewers Okino now fought were close to bees, and could breed bees as big as elephants if they wanted. And the bees were more than just mounts.
Okino was knocked to the ground as he felt something very strong ram into him from above. He rolled on his back, slashing with his sword, only for it to be grabbed in a pony-sized bee's mandibles and yanked away from him.
The bee lowered for a moment, and he felt a tiny pinprick in his side. Then the bee rose up and flew haphazardly away. He felt his body growing...tingly.
And then the next thing he knew, he was staring up at the two most
beautiful
eyes he had ever seen in his life.
The owner of the eyes giggled, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. He tasted something sweet. "Hee! She's really loaded you up, hasn't she?" The sounds of fighting had suddenly halted. Or they'd been gone for a while, and he'd just...just...
"Uuuuh..." He gave a big, stupid grin. A beautiful woman with yellow lips and golden hair had just kissed him. He reached up weakly, trying to grab onto her and pull her down for another.
"Whoopsy!" The girl pulled up out of his reach. And then he realized his arm was too tired, anyways, and it flopped back down. "Down, boy, down!"
"Well, not
all
of him." He heard another giggle from his left. "Look at his 'brain', girls."
He blinked. They weren't looking at his brain. His...his...top body part thing. They were looking at something lower. Something like...like his...
Oh. He giggled, and they giggled back gleefully. He got it. Funny!
He reached down idly and fondled his hard cock through his trousers. He was feeling really horny right now. The giggling got even louder.
He had a good feeling about this.
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"He's worthless like this," Kentri said. She watched the human's feeble attempts to pleasure himself and stifled a laugh.
"Aw." Her second-in-command, Tsimpi, gave a pout. "But he looks like so much fun!"
"We can't carry him." Kentri concealed her shared disappointment—the dark-haired human did look scrumptious, especially with the venom enhancing his cock. "Perhaps, if he had his strength, and we'd been able to subdue him...but no, not even for a lieutenant. Not when we're missing one of our bees."
"Stingy died nobly," sighed one of the women nearby. She was currently sitting on top of a twitching young soldier. That one—a wild-haired warrior who'd badly clubbed Tsimpi with what appeared to be a rock in a strip of cloth—had been particularly difficult to restrain, but the honey had tranquilized her almost instantly.
"Ooh, yeah, he bought us time to get the hot one under." Another one of them twirled an empty clay pitcher, grinning.
"Mm-hm." Kentri licked her lips, eying the captive scout. 'The hot one', calling herself Yathi, had come dressed in skintight leather armor that concealed everything and yet disguised nothing. It was like she'd been
trying
to get their attention. And it was working. Kentri was looking forward to feeling that one's tongue between her thighs later. "Well,
anyhoo
, we can't lift this guy." She drew out her barbed blade.
"Wait!" Tsimpi leaped in the way. "I just got the
best
idea ever, Kentri."
Kentri paused. All of Tsimpi's ideas were good ones. They were also all motivated by her being horny as fuck, but those weren't mutually exclusive for a fey. "Oh, yeah?"
Tsimpi grinned evilly. "We'll give him...to Ytheri."
Kentri blinked. Her head cocked. "Really?"
"Ooh, yes." One of the girls gave a long sigh, rubbing her captive wizards' crotch through his robes. "I
love
visiting the sexy sorceress."
"I don't," Kentri said.
"Liar. Liar!"
"Okay, I love it, yeah,
duh
." Kentri rolled her eyes. "But she's
scary
. And she's a human! We shouldn't risk visiting her unless we totally have to."
"Then we'll just drop him at her doorstep." Tsimpi gave a slow shrug. She leaned in, draping an arm around Kentri's shoulder. Kentri gave a low groan as she felt Tsimpi's rough tongue running along her neck, taunting her, tantalizing her. "C'mon. I
