The humans called it 'the Crags'. The elves called it 'Waking Dream' (translated from that strange, apostrophe-filled language that even they scarcely understood). Precious few of either kind called it home. The cold, rocky desert was an ugly bed of old cairns and entombed memories, and nobody was much inclined to dwell on what was past. Here rested the idols and ruins of dead gods, left to lie and rot and crumble. It forced those who walked through it to contemplate what once wasâand to recall what had been lost.
Also, the place was really fucking creepy.
But the six giggling Thriae that zoomed through it now weren't thinking about any of that. The wasp-waisted blond fey had much more exciting things on their minds: Like the four fetching prisoners they'd just captured.
Two of the semi-conscious humans were each being carried between a pair of the Thriae's pony-sized bee mounts. The third was very slight of build, luckily, so she could be dangled from the fifth bee's harness. The fourth human, however, was quite heavy. He was floating amid clouds of blueish vapor, tied to one bee's harness by a crude leash to keep him trailing behind.
Thanks to one of the mounts dying in the fight, arrangements for transport had been somewhat awkward. It was also forcing a certain degree of closeness between the riders themselvesâparticularly their leader and her right-hand woman, who were stuck sharing a single bee.
The Thriae were enjoying this immensely.
Tsimpi moaned, clutching at the bristly hairs of her mount to keep from slipping out of her saddle. "Ooh, yes." She leaned back, just barely not falling off. "
More! More!
"
Between her legs was the troop's red-faced 'leader', furiously licking away. Her blond curls were a mess of sticky 'mead', but she had no ability to stop herself at this point. Tsimpi couldn't help but giggle at the lust-filled look in her eyes. Kentri controlled the patrol, but
she
controlled Kentri. Always. "Good girl! Keep it up!"
Kentri pulled up, gasping for breath. The bee beneath them buzzed irritably, struggling to accommodate two riders who refused to stay in the saddle. "Tsimpiâw-we shouldâ"
Tsimpi raised her toes and wiggled them expectantly.
Kentri looked between the toes and Tsimpi's grinning face. She licked her honey-covered lips, then took one of the feet and started delicately sucking the toes.
Tsimpi moaned, again tugging at the hairs. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, th-that'sâ
oh
! That tickles! Hee!" She bounced up and down in the saddle, rubbing her already wet pussy against the phallic saddle pommel. "Ohâ
oh
âkiss me, kiss mâ"
Kentri obediently lowered the foot and grabbed Tsimpi, kissing her lips, kissing her neck and eyelids, and then surging into her mouth with her tongue. Tsimpi moaned into the kiss, releasing her hold on the bristles to grab Kentri around her little waist and pull her close, taking charge. She thrust in with her own tongue, tittering with delight as Kentri started moaning uncontrollably.
The bee gave a jolt. Tsimpi was bounced up roughly, then forced down almost right into the pommel. Onto the pommel.
Her eyes widened. She felt the sensation rising and couldn't even try to fight it. Her body started to tremble. "Mmâmmâ
MMMMM!
"
She shook in Kentri's grip as the orgasm claimed her body. Kentri was crying out, too, though Tsimpi knew she hadn't come yet.
As the pleasure began to ebb, Tsimpi pulled away, smiled, and kissed Kentri on the cheek. "Thanks, Wise and Powerful Leader. I'm like putty in your strong, sexy claws. Rawr!"
Kentri blinked, clearly a bit dazed. She looked down, as did Tsimpi, noting Kentri's own small pool of juices.
Tsimpi giggled, feigning embarrassment. "Oops! Did I do that?"
"I..." Kentri swallowed.
"What's that?" Tsimpi crossed her arms over her barely-armored chest. She beamed indulgently, enjoying watching Tsimpi squirm. Literally.
"I..." Kentri gave a whimper. "P-please, I
need
â"
"We're here!" sang one of the girls behind them. "Ytheri's lair, we are here!" She paused. "Ooh, that rhymed!"
A part of Tsimpi was disappointed. She'd looked forward to letting her 'leader' stammer and stutter over the plea. But she knew she wouldn't trade that horrified look on Kentri's cute face for anything.
"O-oh." Kentri swallowed again, awkwardly trying to turn in her saddle. "Land, everyone. Bring the lieutenant down."
"You heard her, ladies!" Tsimpi called, giving Kentri a wide smirk. "Go down!"
Kentri awkwardly grasped the pommel of the saddle and, ignoring the wetness, guided the bee downwards.
~~~~
Okinoâonce lieutenant, once the pride of the city guard, now little but a slave to lustâfell to the ground with an "oof". Dust rose around him, temporarily obscuring his vision. He squinted, getting to his hands and knees.
A hand rested firmly on his shoulder. "That's high enough, darling," said one of the Thriae.
It wasn't Tsimpi, but he didn't care about that anymore. He smelled the honey on her hand and that was enough for him to obey. He didn't try to stand.
As the dust settled, he looked up and saw his team. Brist and Ia lay on top of each other, both totally naked. The skinny wizard was whispering something in his sleep, his cock twitching. Ia, on the other hand, was totally still. Her wild hair covered her face like a pitch-black briar patch. And Yathiâsweet, beautiful Yathiâlay on her back nearby. She was also asleep, but even so, one of her fingers was idly petting one breast. The Thriae had taken special interest in the nubile team scout, and Okino knew she especially had been forced to drink much of their special mead. Her skintight leather armor had clearly been removed earlier and clumsily replaced. Evidently the fey thought Yathi looked just as good in that suit as Okino did.
Okino knew he should feel overwhelmed by guilt. Knew he should be upset, outraged. He had led them here. Let them get ambushed. And now they were all doomed.
Instead, he found himself fantasizing about Yathi's honey-covered thighs draped around his head.
"Come on, 'lieutenant'!" he heard Kentri calling. "Follow mistresses. Good boy."
He was already following, crawling on his hands and knees. He knew he should feel ashamed, but it felt
so
good to obey. How could he even try to fight so much pleasure? He hurried to Kentri's side, breathing deep of that sweet aroma that made his head spin with every sniff.
They walked for some ways. One Thriae guard, Kentri, and himself. He found after a while that time and distance were sort of blurring together. All that mattered were the gorgeous fey alongside him. All that mattered was obeying, and pleasing them, and smelling and breathing and tasting that wonderful, wonderful honey.
"Stop," Kentri said. He halted and turned to look up at her. She smiled sweetly down at him. "You've been
such
a good boy, haven't you?" His cock twitched at the praise. She smirked. "You've learned a lot today, haven't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered.
"I'm sorry." Kentri cupped her ear. "What was that?"
"Humans are stupid and need to serve," he said, louder. He shivered at the happy smile that formed on her perfect face at these words. "Fey are smarter and better. Humans just need to let fey fuck them. Humans are too stupid to control their lust otherwise."
Kentri leaned down, taking his chin gently. "Good boy," she said quietly. "What a good, dumb, horny human. I think you deserve a reward."
"Oh, please, Mistress..."
Kentri glanced back at the other guard. "Not a word to Tsimpi."
The guard smirked, zipped her lips, and nodded. She leaned against the wall and began stroking herself, watching unashamedly.