"Oh, darn." Eumeni tutted, grinning, as the last man sank to his knees, staring at them in pure adoration. She gave her bare breasts a little bounce together with her hands. "Was that... too
hard
? Poor
boys
."
The other three Thriae giggled at their triumph. The seven men knelt before them, eyes glazed over, lost in the Thriae's bodies. And why shouldn't they be? Eumeni smirked, running her hands over her frame, guiding the men's eyes along. It was important to keep them engaged. It made it so
much easier to break them later. Her hands caressed the outer curves of her bountiful bust, ran over her impossibly thin waist, and ended on her wide hips. She grinned mischievously, noticing one of the knights trembling. He was clearly younger than the rest, but lanky, muscular, with short red hair and a cute, feminine face.
Ooh. She blinked heavy lids, suddenly intrigued. That
wasn't a boy at all.
She walked over to him, hips swaying. The other Thriae followed her lead, picking out knights to nurse, to push between their legs, to kiss into drugged submission. But Eumeni smiled down at the red-haired knight.
The knight stared up at her, eyes wide, lips quivering.
The Thriae hadn't even needed to deploy their wing hum to break this lot. The knights had been overconfident, striking with only seven against a band of four. Silly humans. All it had taken was a little stalling, a little hypnosis, a little time to let the pheromones sink in...
"Hi, pretty girl," Eumeni cooed. The red-haired knight bit her lip. Her breasts weren't even large enough to necessitate a brassiere, but fey had a sense for these things. Oh, how tasty. There weren't nearly enough girl knights to play with. "Want us to make you beautiful
?"
The woman bit her lip harder. Eumeni smirked, leaning down. "Aw, sweetie—"
"No!
" The woman sprang up, gripping a dagger she'd been hiding under her knee. Eumeni's eyes widened, and she recoiled, the knife skidding over her armored corset.
Thriae didn't generally worry much about balance. Their hourglass figures defied gravity, but physics was more seen as a thing mortals worried about. But sometimes, gravity did catch up to them.
Eumeni fell onto her ass.
"Wings!" she hollered, as she heard the red-haired woman bolting. But the other Thriae were too slow to understand—too busy milking their men, letting them suckle, sitting on their faces and getting eaten out. A couple of them started to hum their wings, but too late. The woman was gone.
"Oops, Eumeni." A Thriae soldier with a man pressed to each breast, eagerly suckling, blinked down at her. "Looks like one gets away."
Eumeni's eyes narrowed. "Oh, no.
" She took off into the air, grinning wickedly. "You all take these cuties back to the hive. Make sure they're kept
nice and full
. I'm gonna go teach that silly girl a lesson."
And she took off into the forest as the Thriae behind her laughed.
The girl was easy enough to catch—she didn't know these woods, and Eumeni did. Eumeni flew after her, lazily, giggling as the woman realized she was being followed and ran faster.
"Faster, honey!" Eumeni sang, as her wings produced that deliciously irresistible hum. "Gonna have to go faster!"
The woman was stumbling. Eumeni beamed; she really was fighting Eumeni's power. She had a strong will indeed.
It made it extra-delicious when she fell on her face in the mud.
Eumeni alighted beside the fallen mortal, taking a moment to savor the conquest before nonchalantly rolling her over onto her back. The knight struggled faintly as Eumeni petted her hair, soothed her... and guided the tranced knight toward her breast.
"No," the knight whimpered, but her lips were already panting in longing. Her body knew what her mind needed.
Eumeni giggled. "Silly girl," she cooed, easing the knight to her bosom. The knight began to suckle as soon as her lips touched the nipple. Eumeni stroked her hair, encouraging her, as her other hand dipped down between the knight's legs, tugging the belt away. "We're gonna make you nice and sweet
, okay?"
The knight whined, but continued to suckle, filling herself with the irresistible toxin.
Eumeni's wings started to beat again as she cradled the knight in her lap, bearing them away. "Don't worry, honey," she cooed, kissing her on he forehead. "We're going back to the Hive."
"Mm..."
"That's right!" Eumeni said delightedly. "And our Queen is gonna make you so, so
pretty..."
~ ~ ~ ~
Three years later...
The Western Evergreen was always a little bit quiet, compared to the rest of the forest—the catgirls liked it that way. But right now, there was dead silence. Not even the constant thrum of the insects could be heard. The Western Evergreen was as quiet as a wraith's footstep.
A tall, muscular figure emerged from the leafy canopy. She glanced from side to side, then leaped to another branch. Her head was bound up in rags, and only a pair of golden eyes were visible. A sword-shaped bundle of cloth was strapped to her back. She scrambled down the vast tree trunk, constantly glancing around—as if at any point she expected something to spring out and ensnare her.
Halfway down, she came to a hollow. The hollow had once belonged to a bee hive, but was now empty save for the lingering smell of wax. The smell of honey was there, too, but she knew that this wasn't from any bees.
She crawled inside.
Inside were two figures, crouched amid the musty hollow. One had very dark umber skin and frizzy white hair. He was young, currently dressed in a set of pale robes. Jangling crystals hung from his sash and from around his neck—the only crystals he'd been able to recover since his capture by catgirls.
The other was one of the catgirls who'd captured him—a cute, freckled woman with shoulder-length brown hair. She was naked, and like the climber, her eyes glinted gold. She had a rosy glow to her pale face. Judging by the crystal mage's blushing, the climber had a feeling she'd missed something.
"Welcome back, Trys," the catgirl said sweetly. Everything she did was sweet, especially where Trys was concerned.
The climber reached up and tugged off the wrappings. Honey-blonde hair spilled out. Her expression was grave, beestung lips curved downwards in an uneasy frown. The Silver Knight wound the wrappings over her shoulders for later use and nodded to both of them. "Mew. Brist. It doesn't look good."
"Did you... did you find Ia? Or Yathi?" Brist bit his lip.
"No. Nor Yathi." Trys rubbed her eyes. "We'll have to go further from the shelter. That means we go as a group." She stared wearily at Mew. "What can you tell us about the forest right now?"
"The Thriae are by to visit," Mew chirped. "They promised we could have everyone except the hot one. Well." She batted her eyelashes at Trys. "The
other
hot one."
Mew was absolutely enamored of Trys. Trys knew why—like Trys, Mew was a mead addict, lost in Stage One, where she constantly craved a drink of that forbidden ambrosia, Thriae honey. Unlike Trys, Mew was fully and willingly enslaved to that craving. Fey generally weren't interested in fighting their desires, making them often easy pickings for Thriae.
It seemed the catgirl druids here were quite friendly to the Thriae passing through right now. Most of them were likely a little addicted, but Mew was one who had overindulged. Or been made to overindulge. Probably a little of both.
Trys had come by her addiction rather differently, of course. As knight, Trys had been tasked with defending the city from the Thriae invasion. All it had taken was one bad day. A few bad hours in the grasp of a sweet temptress who knew just how to break Trys. A few minutes in the arms of the most terrible Thriae of all.
She touched her hair, remembering, and bit her lip.
"Y-Yes, well." She cleared her throat. "Do you know any... weaknesses? There must be something."
Mew giggled, sidling over to lean her head against Trys. Trys knew she just wanted to smell Trys deeper—Trys always smelled of Thriae honey, now. If fact, it was her pussy that had made Mew so very agreeable to everything Trys wanted. Unfortunately, it also made Mew a complete idiot. "We always have honey," she cooed in Trys's ear. "Even when the Thriae aren't around.
Always
. Mm."
She started planting kisses along Trys's neck, licking her, tasting her.
Trys rolled her eyes. "We'll have to retrieve Ia first. She's probably closer, and since she's mead-immune, she'll be easier to get out without... long-term baggage."
Brist frowned. "Yathi will know their weaknesses, if anyone does. Since it looks like Mew here," he gestured to the catgirl dismissively, "either doesn't know the details or doesn't feel like sharing."
"He cums fast," Mew whispered in Trys's ear. "He came three times before I even started sucking."
Brist bit his lip and wrung his hands together ashamedly.
"Not Yathi." Trys shook her head. "We'll see if we can get her after, but she'll be under lock and key. They'll never give her up."
"All the more reason to get her out as soon as possible," Brist pressed. "With how hot she is, there's no way they won't be trying to totally melt her mind. She'll be lost if we wait longer. You... you saw how I was."
"Tickle-tickle!" Mew sang, grinning mischievously at Brist. Brist colored.
"Can we n-not have commentary from the drunk catgirl?" he grumbled.
"He's right, you know." Mew's hand drifted towards Trys's legs, but Trys batted her away—with difficulty. Mew did feel very good pressed against her. And she smelled very, very good. "That Yathi is the sexiest thing we've ever seen. We can't get enough of it." She nibbled on Trys's earlobe. "I dunno why. Something about her. Not natural."
"Hm." Trys bit her lip. She would have to broach this subject carefully "Brist, if they're brainwashing her that thoroughly, she might not want us to free her. And I know it's easy to forget, with that skintight armor of hers, but Yathi can be
dangerous
. We've been on a couple missions before. She's like a cornered badger when you mess with her. She might not be safe to try to free. We'll have an easier shot with Ia on board."
Brist shook his head. "Ia will be fine for a while, though. Every minute we waste, it's going to get harder and harder to free Yathi!" He rapped his knuckles on his palm. "And if the Thriae get ahold of her, she's done. She'll enter Stage Two, no doubt about it—maybe even Stage Three. Do you really want her to get turned into a mead sprite?"
"Brist, we've already lost people."
"And I don't want to lose anymore!"
"Well, we're going to have to!" Trys snapped. She tried to ignore Mew's cute little whines as the druidess ran a finger around her nipple, idly teasing her. It was reducing her gravitas a little. She tried to moderate her tone, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Possibly. We're possibly going to have to. You need to accept that, Brist." She hesitated, then sighed, crossing her legs to assume a calmer stance. "We have to finish the mission, or the city is finished."
Brist considered this, in the manner one might consider a hunk of meat on one's plate that had far too much cartilage for anyone's liking.
"It was a bad plan from the start," he muttered. "Okino was a fool."
"Yeah, he was. But we aren't using his plan."
