The rustle of paper ripped Erlea from her disturbing dreams of rape and violence. Images of monsters tearing into their shelter flashed across her mind. Panicked, she cried out and pawed at the ground in an effort to pull herself off the padded ridge that cradled her body during her sleep. She knew she would only have seconds but her limbs refused to move fast enough to save herself from the inevitable rape that she was convinced was coming.
“Erlea… Erlea!” A warm hand pressed down on her shoulders, right above the joints on her shoulders.
The fear of having her wings pinned surged hotly inside her. She tried lashing out with her feet as she tried to squirm away. The bedding underneath her, a barrel-shaped mass that held her from cunt to chin, was too thick and she couldn't keep her wits enough to pull her knees up high enough to crawl on top.
“Love!”
Erlea froze, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. She blinked, staring into the darkness as she tried to recognize the voice. In her waking state, it was hard to get anything more than a feeling of familiarity.
Another hand pressed against her right ass cheek. “Love, it's me. It's okay, just calm down. Calm down.” Miere pressed her body up against Erlea, her breasts squishing against her side and along the ridge of her wing.
Finally, it registered. Erlea let out her breath as a long gasp. She moaned with discomfort and slid back down along the padding. Her thighs parted slightly, bringing cool air up against her tightly-pressed slit. Like in the hive, her bedding was a curved ridge that held her belly while leaving her wings free to flutter with her dreams. One end of the ridge rested right underneath her chin and the other pressed against her pubis. In any other situation, having her legs pried apart and her asshole and slit exposed to the air would be exciting; away from the hive, it was terrifying.
“There you go, it's just me, Love.”
“M-Miere?” Erlea blinked and looked up at her.
“Yes. Billie just took over watch for me so I have a few hours alone with you.” Erlea's lover slipped next to her. The ground swelled with magic as the ridge reformed to become wide enough to support both of their nearly naked bodies on the soft, waxy shape. Miere hummed as she slid up to Erlea until the sides of their breasts were lined up and their hips bumped against each other. Her wings caressed Erlea's and sent little thrills coursing along her body.
With an intense longing filling her, Erlea rolled to the side and kissed her. “I missed you.”
“I'm sorry,” Miere said softly. “I didn't know that Saroia was going to make Billie—”
Erlea silenced her with another kiss. “It was for the hive.”
“But Saroia….”
Tears started to well up in Erlea's eyes. She smiled and gave another kiss. “It was for the hive. I know. But it also means that Cararas thinks we are all dead or kidnapped. So when we show up at his door, he's going to get an RKA up his ass before he knows what is happening.”
Miere smiled softly.
Erlea let out a soft moan and tilted to the side facing Miere. Her breast caught underneath her for a moment until she adjusted herself. Her hard nipple caressed against soft skin of her lover. She rested her hand on Miere's hip. “Right now, though, I'd rather just focus on you.”
Turning toward her, Miere said with a smile, “You know, Billie said we should be sleeping.”
Looking into her lover's eyes, Erlea felt a flutter of heat growing inside her. “I think sleep can wait a little. Don't you? This is the first time we've had a chance alone.”
Miere blushed. She trailed her fingers over Erlea's hip and down into the valley of her thighs. “I was hoping that you'd think that.”
At the touch of light fingers against her tightly-pressed opening, Erlea moaned softly. “Oh, Love.”
Miere said nothing as she stroked two fingers along the slit, tracing the tight line from asshole to the top and back again. It felt good, warm and comforting. It was also erotic how she teased the very opening as if she was going to work her way into the liquid depths.
Inside her, a trembling heat fluttered inside Erlea. She knew it was her excitement waking up, the desire to be raped and bred. But this time, it was nothing but sweetness and anticipation as she lifted her leg slightly. Panting, she slid her own hand between Miere's legs to cup the tight line she found there.
Like her own, Miere's pussy was tightly pressed together. It was the last barrier to the hyper-fertile womb inside. Even with steady pressure, it wouldn't part but she felt a heat gathering underneath her fingertips.
The memory of having her wings pinned and the intense rush filled her; her own pussy began to relax slightly as moisture seeped through the clenched lips.
“I missed you,” whispered Miere. She nestled closer, her lips caressing Erlea's shoulder as she worked her way up to the sensitive part between her shoulder and her chin. The feather-light touches sent waves of pleasure coursing along Erlea's body, fanning the fires building inside her. “I just wish you didn't have to be r-raped just so we can be together.”
Memories of the goblins rose up along the sense of helplessness and lust. Along with her thoughts came an intense surge of desire; even the idea of having a hard cock violating her pushed her closer to an orgasm than her lover's fingers were able to. Fingers felt good but a cock was overwhelming. The need to be bred, to be pinned down and impaled on a thick cock was the very reason she existed. There was no denying it.
Miere's fingers slipped slightly into the relaxing opening. She was stroking against sensitive skin, one that had only been previously touched by cock. The pressure was tight, both of them had to strain to keep her finger along the slick crevice. Miere continued to stroke harder, working her way slowly as Erlea's own memories of being raped opened up the barrier to her depths. “Are you thinking about it?” she whispered.
Erlea moaned and slowly nodded her head. “It's hard not to. It was so scary but it also felt good. Just… being held down, it was….” Her voice ended with a low moan that fluttered her wings.
“T-Tell me about it?”
As Erlea whispered about her first violation, Miere continued stroking back and forth. The pressure and Erlea's memories soon opened her further, allowing the fingertip to caress along the slick channel. Soon her words were interrupted by quiet moans as she rocked her hips against her lover's exploring finger.
Unlike her own damp sex, Miere's lips remained tightly sealed. It still felt good to run her fingertips along the hairless opening. It relaxed minutely and her finger dipped along the slick line of resisting flesh. She knew it was just a matter of time until she could plunge her finger or even tongue into the honeyed opening.
Miere shifted her body until her mouth was clamped on the crook of Erlea's neck. The intense pleasure of having soft lips against a sensitive part, coupled with the questing fingers, and her own recollections finally relaxed the final barrier.
Miere's fingers slipped into the tight opening and plunged into Erlea's soaked pussy. The pressure of having her opening pried open and an intruder against the opening of her sex was more than Erlea could handle. With a gasp, she let out a cry and arched her back as pleasure cracked inside her with a bolt of a white-hot orgasm.
Erlea gripped Miere's pussy with one hand as she dug her fingers into the paper-covered wax beneath her. Her hips thrust up into the fingers, fucking herself even as her lover was plunging her fingers in with hard strokes. Every movement dragged Miere's knuckles along hyper-sensitive flesh of her opening and the soaked inner walls of her sex. Every thrust brought a little burst of pleasure that dripped from Miere's fingers as she drew from the clenching opening.
“Oh, Love!” Erlea buzzed, her wings beating faster as another orgasm crashed into her. She thrust forward, impaling herself on her lover's fingers as she ground their breasts together. Her finger dug into Miere's backside as she worked her thumb along the slit, trying to pry Miere open to share the same orgasm that was burning inside her.
Miere thrust faster. She drove her fingers deep into Erlea's cunt. Her knuckles smacked against the outer lips, crushing her clitoris in a little flash of discomforting pleasure. Every thrust filled her Erlea's pussy more, driving her to one orgasm after the other.
But it wasn't enough. With a whimper, Erlea realized what it was: no matter how good it felt, no matter how much she loved Miere, there was something about feeling the throbbing length of a cock deep inside her body and the spray of seed against her innermost gate. With a sob, she released her lover as one more orgasm crashed into her, setting her to desperate heights that couldn't be sated without being bred.
Erlea slumped back as her lover pulled dripping fingers from her pussy. Clear liquid, sweet as honey, clung to the tip of each digit that had been buried inside her.
Miere smiled and brought her wet fingers to her own mouth. With a moan, she lapped at them. “Sweet,” she said. Slowly, she brought one thigh up and between Erlea's so they were scissored together with their bare pussies and breasts caressing each other.
Erlea moaned softly and kissed her lover. The taste of honey, her honey, brought a little thrill as she tasted herself. “What about you?”
Miere's eyes shimmered.
“What about your first time?”
There was a quivering as Miere tensed. “I-I don't want to talk about it.”
“Was it goblins?”
Her lover let out a soft sigh and settled down to rest her head on her arm. Their bodies were still close, their heated skin teasing Erlea's nerves. She opened her mouth but then closed it.
Erlea watched as Miere struggled to speak. She knew that she couldn't force it, so she reached up to cup the side of her lover's chin with one hand.
Finally, Miere got the words out. “I hate this. Why do we have to be bred just to enjoy each other? Why couldn't you be my first instead… of some goblin?”
“It just has to be one. The first one.”
“No, it didn't. It didn't have to be one.” Tears sparkled in Miere's eyes. “I wanted you to be the first. I only want you. I love you, why can't the world see that?” She sniffed. “You. Just you.”
Erlea stroked Miere's jaw. “I know. I love you so very much. Every minute I want to caress and touch you. Every second, I want to protect you from the world.”
Miere sniffed and smiled at her. “How about now?”
“Well, it's safe now, isn't it? Both of us have been raped. Didn't Saroia say that? After the first, it can just be us.”
Miere's wings buzzed as she stared into Erlea's eyes. “Y-Yes… I want that.”
Erlea smiled. “And I would very much like to know what your honey tastes like.”
Miere, cheeks flushed, looked up with a smile. Her wings buzzed faster, tiny vibrations that shook through her entire frame and jiggled the breasts pressed up against her lover. “Me too.”
“Well then, my love,” Erlea whispered as she pried herself off the waxy bed. “I'm thinking you once had me face-down on my bed with your mouth between my legs. Let me return the favor.”
A moan answered her as Miere nestled on the bed, spreading her thighs over the ridge. Her pussy and asshole, a tight line and a smaller opening, winked with her thoughts as her wings beat little currents of warm air over Erlea's face. Miere reached up and gripped the top as her breasts spread on both directions to give delightful glimpses of hard nipples.
Erlea let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she knelt behind her lever. Her mouth was only an inch away from the sex of her lover. She could already taste just a whiff of honey, a sweet musk of a Honningbie getting excited. Leaning forward, she ran her bottom lip along the tight opening. It was smooth and hot.
Miere's thighs flexed before she spread them even further. Her hips rolled forward and her pussy was brought up to Erlea's mouth.
Erlea's eyes closed as she lapped along her lover's pussy. The soft, sweet opening was tightly ground together. She couldn't even force the tip of her tongue between the two lips but she caught more of the sweet taste. With a grin, she lowered her head and dragged the tip of her tongue along the slit, getting it wet with her saliva. At the very top, she glanced at the tiny, wrinkled opening of her lover's ass. With naughty thoughts in her head, she continued her movement to draw the tip of her tongue up and around the wrinkled opening before sliding back down.
“Oh!” gasped Miere as she clutched the bedding tighter.
“Like that?” Erlea whispered.
“Y-Yes!”
“Good.” Erlea slid her hands up the back of her lover's thighs as she leaned in. She lapped along the slit, dragging her tongue up and tongue. This time when she reached the tight puckered opening, she stopped and lapped at it, laving it with long deep strokes.
Unlike Miere's pussy, the opening relented relatively easily and Erlea got the taste of a musky sweetness as she worked the top of her tongue back and forth.
Below, her questing fingers fought Miere's slit and stroked against them, prying them open. She could feel the powerful muscles clamping Miere's cunt shut but they were beginning to relax with a deeper smell of sweetness rising up as she continued to rim the tight little opening.
Miere's wings continued to buffet her head, buzzing louder as Erlea plunged her tongue into her lover's asshole until it was slick inside and out.
Buzzing herself, the bottom of her wings grazing the ground, Erlea brought one of her hands up to the tight little asshole and pressed it. Already lubricated with a small amount of sweetness that had oozed out of Miere's slit and the saliva already there, it slowly sank in like a little cock.
A low moan, primal and needy, rose out of her lover's throat.
Encouraged, Erlea started to thrust her thumb in and out of the clenching pucker. When the friction grew too much, she pulled it out to suck on it and get it lubricated even more. Returning her thumb, she continued to finger her lover's asshole until she was able to easily slide it deep into the hot, clenching depths.
Miere cried out and clutched the bedding. “M-My wings!”
A surge of lust filled Erlea. She reached up with both hands for the wings buzzing above her. At the same time, she lowered her face down to the tightly pressed slit and began to lave it hard until the hairless mount was dripping with saliva. Then, just as the heat was getting too much, she clamped her hands down on the wings buzzing ahead of her.
Silence.
A shudder coursed along Miere's entire body as her push pressed back against Erlea's lips. Her labia, tightly pressed, blossomed open with a spray of juices. It felt like a door opening as Erlea's mouth and nose sank into the honey-sweet depths of her lover.
Surprised by the flood of juices, Erlea had to gulp and lick harder just to keep up with her lover who was now writhing on the bedding. She gripped tighter and lapped, gulping down mouthfuls of the sweet pussy juices. It tastes sweet with just a hint of tang, like fresh honey. Every lap against the incredibly soft, soaked folds of Miere's pussy brought a fresh surge of juices to pour down off Erlea's breasts and soak into the paper floor of their shelter.
She lost herself lapping and sucking, dragging her face back and forth in the soaked pussy until she felt Miere losing herself in orgasm after orgasm. The tighter Erlea held onto her lover's wings, pinning them in place, the wetter and juicer came the floods. Soon it was sheeting off her bare breasts an soaking her shoulders, hair, and even thighs.
Erlea didn't want it to end.
But she wanted more. Trembling, she wanted to bring Miere even more pleasure. Releasing one wing, she drew her hand down to the tight pussy and got her fingers soaked and dripping. She worked one digit and then a second into the clenching hole as she returned her mouth to Miere's tight little asshole.
Plunging into both, she drew her fingers in and out. It was the first time she had fingered another woman, a breeder, and the moans of need were an aphrodisiac. They spurred her further as she began thrust harder and faster. Her fingers worked their way into the relaxing opening, squelching on the copious juices of her lover's endless orgasms.
Then she bumped against a resistance. It was a tightness that prevented her from thrusting deep. She pulled back and looked down. Even with the juices dripping off her hand, the two fingers impaling her lover's sex were only a few inches deep; the goblin's cock was far longer than that.
A prickle ran down her spine.
Erlea pulled her fingers and slid it back in. The resistance stopped her.
“More, please more,” gasped Miere.
“Miere?” She started to draw her fingers out of Miere's dripping cunt. Her other hand relaxed on the wing and it slipped from her grip.
“P-Please!” begged her lover. “I need it!”
Miere pushed back against the fingers, rocking her body as she fucked herself on them. She was rough, almost violent, as she rocked back and forth. “I-I'm almost there! I promise!”
Erlea wasn't sure what to do. The change in Miere was stunning but overwhelming. She planted her hand to pull her fingers out but Miere grabbed her wrist and thrust back into it, fucking herself harder and faster. Her wings buzzed, smacking against the insides of the shelter as she drove Erlea's fingers into the wet opening.
Each thrust slammed Erlea's digits against the tightness inside Miere. It felt like the end of the pussy despite the fact she knew there was far more. She hesitated, alternating between helping Miere by plunging into her and holding herself still.
Then there was a wet tearing sensation.
“Yes!” screamed Miere as she shoved back hard. The force bent Erlea's fingers into a fist as they were forced deep into the tight depths of the clenching pussy.
A brilliant light exploded from around Erlea's fingers. It shone from inside Miere's body, the light revealing organs and her own clenching pussy. The wet splatters of her juices lit up like a thousand jewels.
Stunned, Erlea stared in shock as the golden light seemed to bear down.
“Almost… there!”
Miere cried out. Her wings buzzed loudly as she continued to drive Erlea's fist into her pussy. “Almost… almost…,” she whimpered.
“What the fuck is going on!” bellowed Billie. The magically hardened side of the shelter tore loudly as the beetle girl burst in. The light from Miere's orgasm shone against the hardened carapace, turning it black. Her face was twisted into a scowl as she brought her sword arms down to widen the hole.
Trapped with her hand still buried in Miere's pussy, Erlea could only stare in shock. “W-What?”
“You couldn't fucking wait!?” Billie screamed at her as she stormed forward. In a few steps, she was towering over Erlea, her entire body shaking with anger.
“I-I don't… don't—”
Billie reached down and grabbed Erlea by the throat and her right shoulder. The hardened grip solidified into ridge-like grips. The sharp edges dug into her flesh as the beetle girl hauled her to her feet.
Erlea's hand was still caught in her lover's pussy. The tightly clenching opening clung to her wrist. As she was pulled up, Miere's hips were lifted off the waxy ridge. One leg kicked out helplessly as her cry turned into a high-pitched scream.
Billie shook Erlea violently. “You couldn't fucking wait? Just one time, that's all you needed! One fucking time!”
Erlea cried out as her entire body was snapped back and forth. Her hand was finally ripped loose in a spray of honey and juices.
The light faded from inside her lover. With a moan, she slumped to the side and rolled off. She clamped one hand over her pussy as she scrambled back, her eyes wide and her wings fluttering.
Billie turned on her. “And you! You stupid fucking bee! You should have known to wait.”
Miere sobbed and shook her head. “I-I didn't want to. I couldn't do it.”
“You're a Honningbie! That's what you do! You get fucked and then you can have all the pussy you want!”
Miere surged to her knees. “I didn't want to be raped! I wanted her to be my first!”
Erlea's body shook violently in Billie's grip. The pressure was crushing her throat, she could barely pull in a breath into her lungs. Black spots were starting to floating along the corner of her eyes.
“You,” snarled Billie. “You survived the destruction of your hive. You were the only one without an affinity and you just didn't want a cock? You ruined everything for a cunt!”
She threw Erlea to the ground. With a snarl, she stepped forward as her arm reformed into a long blade. “You fucking bitch! I should end you right now.”
Erlea slumped forward. Her eyes were blurred from her tears but she couldn't miss Billie stalking toward her lover. Trembling, she looked up to see Billie raising her weapon to attack.
Sobbing, Erlea lifted her hand and fired a RKA. It was weak, with little penetration, but the explosion was deafening in the tiny shelter.
Billie spun around, her body wreathed in flames and smoke.
“S-Stop!” gasped Erlea.
The beetle girl's arm formed into a massive club. She spun away from Erlea, lifting her weapon around.
Erlea saw it coming around. She only had time to tense before the club slammed into her face and chest.
The air rushed out of her lungs, ripping past her throat.
Her back slammed into the side of the ruined shelter, tearing through the paper, and out into the darkness of the night. Branches and leaves whipped past her, only a sliver of moonlight lit up her surroundings as she sailed backwards.
She tried to catch herself by grabbing the branches but her body refused to respond. Her fingers clutched helplessly as sharp leaves cut into her palm. It took all of her effort to bring her wings up to slow herself.
A trunk caught her right wing, spinning her around. Blind, she couldn't see anything until her face smacked against another tree and she was thrown violently into a sea of stars and oblivion.