Erlea panted from the heat of the upper chambers as she flew near the ceiling of the nearly empty corridors leading to Nilli's chamber. There were only a few bees left walking around and almost no guards; everyone who could fight was down on the ground battling the Shucks.
Her body ached from head to toe. When she was thrown into the wall, she was sure she broke at least a few ribs. Every time her wings beat, there was a flash of pain along her right side but she couldn't afford to slow down or stop. Fear drove her to fly faster, beating so fast she was buzzing and her nerves burned with agony.
In the back of her mind, she kept watching Nilli's severed limbs plummeting to the ground. The Shuck must have killed her, either that or the fall did. That made Erlea the only one capable of summon creatures to defend the hive.
She didn't want to think about the loss to the hive. So many bees were killed in a matter of minutes. It hovered in her thoughts though, creeping into her mind when she couldn't quite focus on reaching Nilli's chamber before it was too late.
Coming around the corner, she landed in front of her destination. Sweat dripped down her face. The upper chambers of the hive were always hotter than the rest of it, miles and miles of nested corridors, wax, and paper kept the insulated air searing near the top. Gulping at her dry throat, she looked at the summoner's door.
Unlike most of the living chambers, Nilli's entrance was a proper wooden door. It had a metal latch to it, no doubt to protect the contents. The summoning focuses were dangerous for anyone to use.
She tried the door to verify it was locked.
Underneath her feet, she felt the hive shift slightly. The fighting was getting closer to the main building. Soon they would cutting into the side to pull out hundreds if not thousands of helpless Honningbies for their own perverse desires.
Even with her pussy growing wetter with anticipation, the idea of her hive suffering was enough to decide that niceties didn't need to be honored.
Holding up her hand, Erlea let the energy gather for a moment and then blasted the door hinge with her RKA. The sides of the door and part of the wall shattered in an explosion of sizzling wax and smoldering splinters.
Inside, a shelf collapsed, spilling out hundreds of gems, rocks, and hunks of wood across the floor.
She realized that she may have made a mistake and flinched. Then she clamped her jaw and stepped into Nilli's home.
Unlike every other chamber that Erlea had seen, Nilli's was three times larger. The back wall had been removed to join two other honey comb cells to form a long hallway-like room stuffed with shelves.
Near the entrance was her bed. The ridge was not much different but Erlea noticed that there were claw marks torn into the fabric. She could see deep furrows in the wax underneath. She stared for a second wondering why monsters would be in the hive until she realized Nilli had been summoning monsters for her own desires.
A flush of lust filled her. She never thought about summoned creatures wanting to fuck bees. With a growing dread, she wondered if they were fueled by the same ceaseless desire to rape and impregnate breeders like every other monster in the world. She shuddered with the image of a Hookwing driving its four hooks into her hips as it tried to impale her.
Sweating even more, Erlea delved further into Nilli's room. The bee had said something about a black book. To her relief, the broken bookcase didn't have a single book on it but that made it only worse as she stared at piles of bags and boxes neatly arranged on shelves. None of the focuses were out. None of the containers were labeled that she could tell.
“Damn the hive,” snapped Erlea.
She grabbed the nearest one and pried it open. It was a crystal rod. She set it back but missed the shelf. The box tilted. She tried to grab it but missed and it clattered to the floor.
The floor shuddered underneath her feet. A wave of heat rolled up bringing the smell of burning wax and paper through the ruined door.
Buzzing, she snatched the next box and looked into it. Not seeing a book, she set it aside and grabbed another. Her wings beat against her, drawing fresh air to her sweat-slicked skin as she pawed through the boxes as fast as she could. Each one left her more disappointed, more fearful that the hive would be destroyed.
Minutes later, she was almost frantic. Boxes and bags spilled out on the floor around her as she tore into them, tossing both the containers and the contents aside.
The smell of burning paper was stronger. The smoke had crept into the room and burned her eyes.
She whimpered and grabbed another. Tear off the lid, she looked down to see a small book. With a gasp, she did a double take but then noticed it was a green one labeled The Calling of a Seer of Leaves.
Erlea threw it across the room.
Her fingers clawed at the next one. It was locked until she smashed it against the side of the shelve. The delicate wood easily shattered and another book fell out. It was blue.
She ignored it.
In the distance, she heard a Honningbie being raped, the high-pitched screams of terror turning into ones of desire.
The ground shuddered again.
Panicked, Erlea beat against the boxes. She didn't bother trying to open any of them, just slammed them against the shelve until they shattered. If it wasn't a book, she let it slip through her hands. Soon she was knee deep in focuses and other magical devices. Many of them were humming and glowing but she couldn't afford to stop.
A metal box stopped it. It was too heavy to smash against the shelve and there was a padlock on it. She panted as she dragged it to the edge of the shelf. The heavy weight left scores in the wood and hardened wax as she did. She tugged on the lock hoping it would open.
It didn't.
Looking around, she tried to think if she saw a key. When she couldn't remember, she looked at the box. Whimpering, she glanced to the door where smoke billowed along the upper reaches of the corridor and the room.
She had to risk breaking it open. Pressing her palm against the lock, she tried to only use a fraction of her RKA to break the lock.
At the first burst, she snatched her hand back and accidentally blew a hole in the ceiling.
“Damn all the honey!” she screamed.
She replaced her hand and concentrated with all her might. Even though she had never needed to pull back, she had to use less. She thought about a tiny little spark of killing energy, just enough to slice through the lock.
There was a strange twisting sensation in her arm. She frowned and shifted her fingers around until she found a more comfortable position where the energy flowed the way she imagined it would. With only her smallest finger pressed against the lock, she pushed with her power.
A thin blade of raw energy burst out. It was only the size of a needle and sparked as it cut into the metal. She hesitated only for a moment in elation and surprise before drawing the cutting blade across the lock to sever it. Releasing her power, she tossed the glowing lock aside and opened up the box.
It was black as night and smelled like the rotting corpse of some creature. The book's title was carved into the slick surface, the purple ink somehow pulsating with raw power.
Tome of the Unspeakable Horror from the Darkest Seas.
Her skin crawled as she pulled the book from the case. It was heavy and bulky, the weight almost buckling her knees.
“This has to be it,” she said wishing it wasn't true. Even holding the book felt uncomfortable, like it was a stopper preventing something terrible from bursting out into the world.
She dragged her feet through the discarded focuses and supplies. To avoid losing her balance even with her beating wings, she had to press the foul-feeling book tight against her chest. Her nipples slid along the surface and it felt like a thousand tiny claws tearing into her skin.
Tears burned in her eyes as she managed to free herself of the mess. She tried to hold the book away from her but it threatened to yank her to the ground. Fighting the nausea and disgust, she kept it tight to her body as she staggered out of Nilli's room.
She tried to fly but the book was too much of a burden.
Her original plan was to go to the top platform and fly down away from the archers. If she couldn't fly, then the best would be to go down inside the hive, toward the fires and the battle, and find a place to summon whatever creature was in the book.
Erlea's skin crawled as she struggled with her choice. Walking would take at least ten minutes. Ten minutes of Honningbies being raped and tortured, their wings ripped off and their stunned bodies jammed into cages to be brought back for the Shuck's horror.
She had to move faster. Praying to the hive that the creature in the book was able to fly down, she turned and staggered toward the stairs leading up to the platform.
The few minutes it took were agony. Every touch of the book sickened her. She could feel the pulsating energy against her skin, it continued to feel like thousands of tiny hooks ripping into her skin but there were no marks on the pale flesh of her breasts or even her hard nipples when she stopped to look at them.
The entire landing platform was surrounded by smoke. Most of it came up from the south side of the hive. She didn't realize there were invaders coming in from that side but she didn't dare walk to the edge to find out.
The sounds of high-pitched screams and buzzing couldn't drown out the howls of the Shucks or the din of battle.
Erlea felt sick as she staggered a few yards away from the stairs and then let the book drop to the ground. It sank into the wax an inch before settling into place. Dropping to her knees, she said to herself, “please save us.”
When she opened the book, she felt a wave of power punch her body. It felt like the thousand claws but now it was scraping up and down her face, tearing into her skin with invisible agonies that left no marks.
Tears burned in her eyes as she wanted to give up, to curl up in a ball and wait for the Shuck to come and rape her.
Sobbing, she pressed her hand against the leathery page inside the book. Energy curled around her, pulsating in various shades of purples and dark blues as it crawled up her arm. Like the Hookwing focus, she could feel the summoning spell just inside the page. It was waiting for her, demanding that she rip open the barrier between worlds and summon whatever horror came from the sea.
The entire hive shuddered violently.
A triumphant howl rose up.
Erlea choked back her tears and thrust her power into the book, calling on her summoning abilities to activate whatever magic was inside.
When she felt an immense pool of raw power, she almost flung it away. The creature inside was too powerful for her. It needed a vast amount of energy which she couldn't give even if she sacrificed herself.
Almost immediately, she could feel the requisite energies already in the book. It was immense, a reserve equal to ten of her lifetimes embedded into a single device.
All it needed with a tiny spark to ignite the summoning for a creature hundreds of points more powerful than herself.
She shuddered and planted her other hand on the pages. “Summon!” she cried as she threw everything she could into the spell.
Light burst out from the pages, spearing up into the air as a violent purple column the color of a fading bruise. The ground around the book began to bubble and melt, the wax boiling away from the paper ground underneath. The exposed paper began to crumble and scorch.
The energies tore at her body, rolling over her breasts and along her wings. A thousand hooks became a million blades. Her skin burned, her lungs ached.
She almost pulled back but couldn't. She had to cast the spell, she had to keep pumping her own energies into it until it finally burst open.
The air rippled around her. Hunks of wax tore off from the ground and rose up into the air, melting away from the foul heat that surrounded her. It singed her wings and coated them with ropes of melted wax. She could feel the weight increasing but she was helpless. More wax burned along her thighs and stomach. It seared her nipples and along her crotch. Everything was on fire.
Tears rolling down her cheeks, she kept her hands planted on the spell. She started to chant to herself to keep her from failing the hive. “For the hive, for the hive, for…”
The choked out words only made it slightly easier to face the agony of summoning.
Energy poured out of her, flooding out of her book and into the book. Her wax-covered wings drooped, pulled down as she swayed with a bout of dizziness.
The air around her cracked, a wave of concussion force rolling across her skin. It felt like it punched her in the face, throat, and chest at the same time. Gasping, she looked up to see a hole had burned itself into reality. Beyond it, a terrible shifting ocean boiled and kicked off bursts of purple haze.
The first tentacle shoved itself into the hole. It was pitch black with purple suckers and short claws along the bottom surface. It looked too large to fit in the opening but somehow it did. Twisting, it pawed at the air around the opening before stretching further away to grip the landing platform.
Another tentacle squeezed itself through the opening, launching out on Erlea's other side to grab the ground. The dripping surface beneath her shuddered as the tentacles tugged violently.
The book dissolved, melting away into black mists underneath her grip.
Erlea slumped forward, splattering her hands into the melted wax underneath the book. It was searing hot and stuck to her fingertips. She tried to scramble to her feet but a wave of weakness dropped her back to her knees.
The edges of her vision darkened.
Her pussy throbbed with need. She was losing consciousness from summoning the creature. She panted as she looked up.
In the seconds it took, there were three other tentacles squeezing through the opening. Each one was easily twenty feet long but the next ones seemed to stretch far above her as they rocked across the platform and clamped down. Ripples rolled back on the thick tentacles, each one thicker than her torso. She saw them contract.
The furthest edge of the flat surface began to buckle from the creature's strength as it pulled.
More tentacles burst out of the tiny opening, flailing in all directions for a moment before snapping out to grab more of the hive.
Erlea tried to stand up again. Her legs refused to work. She reached down for balance and found her wrist sliding along her slick sex, her pussy already opening with weakness. The smell of her honey, sweet and delicate, flooded across her nose and she sobbed.
She had to keep going. For the hive, she couldn't give up.
Shuddering with effort, she stared at the opening as more tentacles squeezed through. They clamped onto the platform and pulled, the entire mass of writhing limbs dripping with clear slime and glowing purple continues to mass at the entrance. She couldn't even see it but there seemed to be no end to the body that was forcing itself into reality with brutal efficiency.
A tentacle snapped out and wrapped around her, sliding up underneath her wings before coiling around her torso. The touch was agony, a thousand cutting blades that ripped along the bottom of her breasts and along her flanks.
She screamed out weakly, a surge of heated, helpless desire slamming into her. Her body warred with itself: fear pumped through her veins, being caught set fire between her legs, and agony caused every part of her skin to scream out in pain.
More tentacles reached out for her, grabbing her legs and and wrapping around each one. She felt the agony mixing with pleasure as the creature forced her legs apart.
Her pussy drooled with hungry need.
She needed it.
She feared it.
Tentacles caught her wings and pinned them against her body, sending her into a heated dazed as she felt herself growing more receptive to being violated by the formless mass of unearthly tentacles.
With a sickening pop, a large mass of coiling tendrils surged out of the opening and landed on the platform.
The surface, made of wax and paper, buckled violently and tore. The sound of snapping beams and magically hardened wax cracking, everything tilted violently as the ground began to tear from the weight of the creature.
She screamed out as the air rushed her against her exposed pussy. She was only seconds from being violated. She didn't know what would happen, only that her body hungered for the overwhelming desire to be seeded by the impossible creature in front of her and the fear that she would be destroyed by it.
Hot liquids poured out of her body as more tentacles caught her face, throat, and arms. They squeezed down on her, the slimy surface easily sliding along her body. One tentacle reached over her shoulders, pinning her down. Then another wrapped around her face, choking her as the world plunged into darkness.
Everything twisted and tilted. The ground underneath her feet fell away. Fluttering paper tore at her soles before it too was gone.
Then brightness.
The tentacles had unwrapped around her body, losing their tension as everything blurred around them.
They were falling. Hunks of the hive and the destroyed platform plummeted past them as she and the tentacle monster sailed toward the ground.
Reflexively, she tried to fly away but her wings were pinned tightly to her body. Straining to beat them only fanned the heat between her legs. It only made her want to feel something drive deep into her pussy as they fell to their death.
Wind blowing past her, she looked at the creature falling with her. It had no face, no eyes, no mouth. It was only a boiling knot of tentacles with nothing more than hooks, suckers, and slime. It was utterly terrifying. It was almost as large as the hive itself.
Tentacles wrapped around her body even tighter. She felt one of them slid up between her legs, the thousand cuts rippling along her exposed and blossoming sex. The touch was intense, agony and pleasure as twenty feet of rippling, muscular flesh slid along the entire length of her pussy and ass. It stretched and caught every inch of her labia, spreading her outer lips apart and rubbing directly against her clitoris, pussy, and asshole. It was a thousand licks, a thousand cuts, a thousand new sensations that pummeled her senses with a single stroke.
The tentacle wrapped around her, still sliding along her pussy as it fed itself between her legs, up over her wings, and down around her breasts.
Her pussy clenched wetly. The overwhelming sensations rapidly growing until she felt like she was going to be burned alive by the heat that seared along her exposed sex.
Ripples of pleasure exploded inside her body, tearing through her veins as it flooded throughout her body in a single wave of glorious ecstasy. Every limb tightened up as she shook with the wave that she couldn't escape. Her nipples felt like they were igniting into flames as the pleasure seemed to coalesce along them, plucking them with white-hot pleasures before it blossomed along every inch of her skin.
She threw back her head and screamed. It wasn't of pain but of pleasure. Her entire body was wracked by an indescribable wave of the purest ecstasy. It tore through her senses and ripped apart her consciousness. She couldn't feel anything besides a single pulse of bliss that dominated every part of her mind, body, and soul.
By the time she hit the ground, she was still screaming from the first orgasm of her life. With brutal suddenness, she was smashed into oblivion.