Erlea was pleased with the hive that had Miere had created for them. It was a dozen yards across with a thick, circular shell to keep out the slimes and weather. The best part was a tall chimney that everyone was sure would prevent the slimes from invading; it was straight up, smooth to prevent climbing, and towered over the trees to avoid any of the creatures from dropping onto it.
It was something no one but Miere could produce.
Billie had also contributed. The entire shelter smelled of cooking meat. She had managed to find something that had a body. When she brought back the smashed, sliced, quarters, and pulverized corpse, she was almost smiling.
Her smile didn't last. When Miere started cooking the meat over a paper stove—Erlea didn't know how that worked—the makeshift hive began to smell of roasted meat. Soon after, Billie planted herself near the wall and stared at it.
Tira, on the other hand, leaned against the wall next to Erlea while facing the rest of the hive.
It wasn't a bad view. Miere was on her hands and knees, her upturned ass aimed directly at Erlea as she worked on stirring the meat. Her hips swayed back and forth. Her wings skimmed over her ass cheeks and highlighted the tightly-pressed line of her pussy and the wrinkled opening of her asshole.
Erlea enjoyed the sight with a smile on her lips but her thoughts were less amused. Ever since Miere lost her virginity, the two Honningbies have not spent a night together to anything other than just the brief touch before sleeping. Everything had been exhausting and stressful. As much as she was upset, she also craved to feel Miere's soft body against her, their breasts grinding together, and fingers thrusting.
Of course, a single chamber didn't give any privacy and Erlea wasn't sure how Billie or Tira would respond to close intimacy. She sighed. No, she had a pretty good idea of how Billie would respond. Erlea promised herself she would find some way to be with Miere soon.
Miere let out a soft moan and pushed herself up, her knees spreading apart before she sat on her ankles. The membranes of her wings rested on either side of her buttocks, spread open as a reminder of what it would look like if the pussy below was excited. “About ten more minutes and dinner will be ready.”
Tira squirmed for a moment and then settled back. She was sitting on one of the paper-covered wax lumps that made it easy to keep sitting while not harming her wings. Later, it would be her bed when she rolled over and settled down. Her large breasts rose and fell for a moment before she settled with her thighs slightly parted. Despite being shorter, she had a larger backside than the Honningbies. There was something alluring about her body that made Erlea want to explore it. At least to caress the moth and hear whatever soft sounds moths made when they were excited.
Erlea found herself squirming at her thoughts. The faintest scent of her honey rose up and she clamped her thighs together to avoid letting the tingling head open herself up any further.
Tira chuckled and looked away from Miere's ass. “So, did you get any experience for the King Slime fight?”
It took Erlea a moment. Then, thankful of the interruption from her own warm thoughts, she nodded. “Six.”
“Me too.”
Miere sighed. “I only got one.”
Billie snorted and her shoulders tightened.
Miere's wings suddenly fluttered twice. “Two. I just got a second.” With a surprised look, she turned to look at both Erlea and Tira. “How did I just get a second one?”
Behind her, the beetle girl turned with a shocked look herself.
Just as confused as the others, Erlea shrugged.
“Because you built this place,” Tira finally said. “That's better news that I had hoped.”
“What? Why?” asked Miere, hope rising in her voice. “What does it mean?”
“It means that, even though you bonded with a Honningbie, you can still get experience. Maybe not from fighting but crafting and healing.”
Miere's wings slumped. “But I can't put it into magic. I tried. I keep trying.”
Tira leaned forward, arching her back as she shifting her buttocks to the edge of the seat. “Then don't.”
“H-How can I help then?” Tears sparkled in her eyes as she looked at Erlea. “I don't want to be useless.”
“Well,” Tira said with a sigh. “Combat is and probably never was going to be your strength.”
Billie snorted.
Tira's jaw tightened. “Even before what happened, healers rarely deal well in combat. Crafting also isn't the most survivable skill among the corpses.”
A tear ran down Miere's cheeks.
“As we get further along, these monsters are just going to be stronger, faster, and more violent. They are also getting bigger. And hornier because less breeders make it this far. So, you need to put your points into surviving and supporting.”
At Miere's blank look, Tira waved her hand. “Put it into surviving blows, END will bump up your endurance and BODY will help if we encounter killing attacks. I wouldn't put it past these shucks giving other monster ideas. At the same time, make yourself more resilient by bumping up your PD and ED, physical and energy defenses. Actually, just focus on PD for right now since that is what going to let you handle those huge cocks.” Tira ended with almost a moan. “Naturally, everyone could boost their speed but SPD is costly. Completely worth it despite the expense.”
“And supporting?” asked Erlea.
“Everyone can have skills. You never know when a couple defensive skill levels come in handy. Or learning how to make more impressive constructions. You may not be able to fight, but you can learn how to track, or patch up our wounds, or how to avoid being poisoned when we're savaging for food.”
Tira stretched. “Or, you could throw it into Presence. PER may not useful in a fight, but being able to stop it before it began is always helpful.”
Billie snorted. “Presence is useless.”
The moth girl finally responded with a glare. “No, it isn't. That's the foundation of illusions. Erlea already has a good measure, that's why everyone wanted her to be leader. Billie, on the other hand, had a good solid eight, doesn't she?” Tira smirked.
The beetle girl snarled and turned back to the wall.
Tira shrugged and looked pointedly at Erlea. “You need to put it into endurance, Erlea, pure and simple.”
“What? Why?”
“You're a glass cannon. Massive damage but you can't take enough hits. Since you are the one blasting everything, you need to handle the attention. If you go down, we lose most of our combat ability.”
Erlea started to agree, but then she thought about something that had been percolating in the back of her head. The fight with the King Slime made it obvious that her wings were her vulnerability. Having them bound, pinned, or even grabbed had dropped her to her knees. She couldn't save Saroia because of Billie, she almost didn't survive the fight with the King Slime for the same reason. “I… I was thinking about something else.”
“No more of your RKA, not for at least until we hit Monefuck.” Tira waved her finger at Erlea. The movement caused her breasts to sway and little motes of dust to float around her.
Erlea shook her her head. Her body grew hot as she thought about her idea, of the intense feeling of lust that came when her wings were pinned. “I… I want to do something about my wings.”
The air grew tense instantly.
Erlea reached up and stroked her left wing. “I hate that you can stop me just by….” Her voice trailed off as she thought about the bees having their wings snapped. Tears of her own started to form in her eyes.
Miere crawled over, her wings fluttering. She rested her hand on Erlea's thigh. “The hive?”
Erlea sniffed and wipe the tears from her eyes. She nodded. “Y-Yes but that isn't it. Every time, all it takes it getting clipped and I'm… I can't fight the shucks if they know that.”
Tira sighed. “Trade one drawback for another? If you go wingless…?”
“No! I want to pay it off.”
“That's a racial drawback, that's expensive. You'll still be a glass cannon if you don't spread it out.”
Erlea sighed. “I know, but I need to do this. It doesn't matter how much damage I can do if a net catches me or some shuck b… breaks it.”
Tira sighed. “Damn those shucks, they are messing with the balance of everything. Getting us pinned was supposed to be a reward to beating us, not the initial onslaught.” She rocked for a moment. “I don't mind the occasional forced breeding. You fight, you lose, you get pounded for a couple hours, and then everyone goes their separate way.”
The smell of citrus and honey grew stronger in the enclosed space.
“But, breaking wing-lust? No, I can see why. It's going to take time though, you are going to have to work through it.”
Erlea felt a flutter between her legs. “How?”
Tira turned toward her. Erlea couldn't help but notice that the moth girl's nipples were sticking out. The dusky points were alluring and she wanted to reach out to touch them. “Well, when I'm training the young ones, we practiced.”
Then Erlea realized where Tira was heading. Her pussy grew slick as she imagined the moth's hands on her wings, holding her down. Her wings quivered with her thoughts.
Tira shifted sightly and the smell of her citrus excitement grew even stronger. “We're safe right now, do you want to start? No monsters, just three of us.”
Erlea trembled. Her wings pressed tight against her back as she felt an overwhelming urge to run away. She whimpered and pressed her legs tightly together, she could feel them already starting to blossom.
Tira held up her hand. “Yes or no? You have to want this, Erlea. We are breeders here, we aren't going to force ourselves.”
Miere let out a soft gasp. “We?”
“Well, yes, honey,” Tira said with a smile. “Someone has to hold her wings and someone needs to test her.”
The moth girl stood up.
Erlea's pussy clenched as it grew slick and hot. She trembled as she watched Tira come around her. There was just enough space to let the short woman get behind her.
At the first touch of fingertips along her wings, she let out a moan. Her body was hot and slick, she was almost ready to breed with just her thoughts. Tira ran her hands along the veins and caressed the delicate membranes.
Every touch vibrated through Erlea's wings, little pleasures that were far more pleasurable than they should be.
“Now,” whispered Tira. “We'll start simple. I want you to close your legs.”
Despite every urge to do the opposite, Erlea forced her legs together until her knees bumped together.
Tira's breath was hot against Erlea's ear and her fingertips caressing the wings were sending impossible-to-ignore flutters across her body. “For this test, all you have to do is keep your legs together to prevent Miere from pressing her lips against that sweet tasting pussy of yours and licking you to an orgasm.”
Miere gasped, her wings fluttering as a blush crossed her cheeks. Her nipples were already hard and a blush covered her body, but at Tira's words they got harder and darker.
From across the hive, Billie snorted. “That's what she wants anyways.”
“Please be quiet,” Tira said.
Erlea whimpered.
“Now, Billie is right,” Tira said bringing her lips to Erlea's ear. “I bet you can't wait to feel those soft lips against your sex, right? Her lips sliding up and down your slit? Maybe fingers sliding into that tight little hole of yours?”
Trembling, Erlea nodded.
“So, this is what it's like to breed. You want it badly, to feel her mouth against your sex, her fingers plunging in and out of you with the wet slick of honey.”
Meier was panting as she crawled in front of Erlea. Her nipples were harder and her pussy was already glistening with her juices.
“But we need a stick.” Tira drew her hand up Erlea's side, underneath her breast to cup the large mound. “You like your breast?”
Erlea and Miere both nodded.
Tira held out her palm. The dust that seemed to surround her began to gather, pouring in from the air around her and along her skin. It coalesced into a shape that sparkled with light for a moment. When the tiny storm settled in her palm, there was a six-inch knife in her grip. The wide blade had a serrated edge, giving it the impression of a saw-toothed leaf.
“What is—?”
Erlea's words stopped when Tira tightened her grip on the hilt of the knife and then turned to press the sharp tip against Erlea's large breast.
At the touch of icy metal, Erlea inhaled.
“Now, if I feel you come, I'm going to stab you.”
Erlea froze as the suddenly hard words that whispered into her ear.
Billie surged to her feet, her arm forming into a blade. She started forward but then stopped, a quizzical look on her face.
Tira continued to whisper. “It's going to hurt more than anything you have ever known, because I'm going to twist hard and rip open this perfect breast. There is going to be so much blood, but you'll be screaming for hours until Miere gets to you.”
Erlea sobbed in sudden fear. She twisted to escape from Tira.
A powerful hand clamped down on her wing, shoving it down hard against her bare back. The grip was cruel as it twisted the veins almost to the point of breaking.
Waves of agony tore through her, following by an intense rush of lust and desire. She moaned as her pussy blossomed. Her inner thighs were instantly soaked with her desperate desire to feel a cock impaling her.
“No, no, close your legs!” snapped Tira as she pressed the knife against the soft flesh of Erlea's tit. A droplet of blood gathered on the pale flesh. It dribbled down, tracing the ripples of the blade.
Erlea sobbed as she forced her legs together. When she clamped them shut, she could feel the slickness that had formed along her opening cunt. Her mind was a storm of lust and fear, she didn't think Tira would attack her like that. It was just an idea, she had to give up, she couldn't do it.
“Miere, you know what to do.”
Meier whimpered and shook her head.
“I'm going to cut off this tit if you don't try,” Tira almost hissed. “And then I'm going to cut you to make sure you can't heal her.”
Eyes wide, Miere scrambled forward. She was crying as she reached out to grab Erlea's legs.
Erlea almost threw her knees apart. She sobbed as her entire body shook violently. She couldn't look away from the knife that was cutting into her skin but she could barely concentrate to keep her knees together. She didn't want to get stabbed, she couldn't.
“Keep them together. This is what you want. This is how you are going to train.”
Erlea shook her head, her back arching to thrust her breasts forward until the sharp point stopped her. She drew back but that lifted her hips up and parted her thighs slightly.
“Now, Miere!”
“Please—”
Tira interrupted by shoving the blade deeper into Erlea's breast. The sharp point easily cut into flesh and the droplet began a dribbling of crimson. True to her word, the sharp pain slashed across Erlea's senses.
Sobbing loudly, Miere grabbed Erlea's knees. Her hands were shaking violently as she started to pry them together.
“Stop her,” commanded Tira. “Keep your legs together.”
Erlea didn't know what to do, she was going to get cut either way. She could almost picture the blade piercing her skin, digging into her flesh. She didn't think she could handle it. Clenching her hands together, she tried to form energy for an RKA but her lust-filled thoughts made it impossible.
She had to resist. With a sob, she clamped her knees together.
Miere pried them apart, her nails digging into the skin.
Erlea fought with all her might but she couldn't. Her body screamed to relax, to relent to being invaded. Despite her best efforts, her thighs were slowly pulled apart to reveal the spread open and very soaked lips of her sex.
“Well, for the first time, that was pathetic,” Tira said quietly. Then she spoke louder. “Go on, lick her out. I want to feel her orgasm before I cut her.”
Miere started to shake her head but then Tira drew the knife up, cutting the wound further open. At the sight of blood, she let out a cry and shoved her body between Erlea's legs. Her soft curves felt like pleasure as she worked her face down until her lips pressed against the sensitive lips.
Desperate to stop it, Erlea couldn't stop the moan as it escaped her lips.
Miere lapped at her sex, parting her lips and running her tongue along the soaked opening up to her hyper-sensitive clitoris. The rasp against the fold of pleasure was almost too much, a ripple of ecstasy rolled through her body.
“You orgasm, you get stabbed. You can stop her, you know it. Don't let me feel that orgasm.”
Erlea tried to reach with her hand, to push Miere back. Her fingertips refused as the tongue drew up and down, pulling her open.
Miere's moan of need shook through her body as her lover tilted hr head to star directly into Erlea's eyes as she thrust her tongue deep into the heated depths. She seemed to lose herself as she lapped harder. Her hands pushed against Erlea's thighs, prying them even further apart. There was a passion in her movements as she assaulted Erlea's sex relentlessly.
Already knowing she lost, Erlea couldn't help but gasp out as the pleasure rose up. Her eyes locked on the blade pierced to stab her breast even as she thrust her hips against her lover's lapping tongue. Soft whimpers shook her body even as she tried to buzz her wings.
“Already giving up?” Tira said. She ground her breasts against Erlea's back, pinning the Honningbie's wings between them.
A renewed surge of helplessness drove her into her first orgasm. With a sicking wave of intense pleasure, she let out a cry as she came hard on her lover's face.
“Pity” was the only warning before Tira rammed the knife into her breast. The serrated blade tore open flesh in a blossom of agony. She felt it scrape against bone.
Pain rocked her world as she let out as scream of pleasure and pain. Her entire world turned white from the intense as she came harder, spraying Miere's face with honey. Her hips jerked violently.
As the blood sprayed across her chest, Erlea could only let out a cry as she sobbed in defeat.
Suddenly the pressure behind her pulled away.
Unprepared, Erlea fell back against the wax-covered hassock that made up her heat. It was ridged for sleeping later. She managed to spread her wings to avoid pinning them but the ridge call the small of her back before she fell back until her head thumped against the soft surface.
Her position was more than vulnerable, her cunt still being assaulted by her lover and her head on the other side. She tried to pull her wings but the mass underneath her prevented her from closing them. If she wasn't in the throes of an orgasm, she could have figured out some way to lever herself up or even to beg Miere to stop sucking on her clitoris enough to regain her feet.
A shadow crossed over her head.
She looked up to see Tira straddling her face. The moth girl's pussy was open and dripping. The smell of citrus flooded across Erlea's senses. It grew stronger as Tira knelt down over Erlea's mouth, one knee resting on part of her wing and once again pinning her.
As the wave of lust rose up and triggered another orgasm, Tira shoved her bare pussy against Erlea's mouth and nose, engulfing them in the heated, sharp taste of lemon and oranges.
Erlea's gasp of pleasure turned into a muffled moan as the juices coated her fast instantly and dribbled into the back of her throat. She tried to twist away but her mouth was caught firmly by the soft folds and thick thighs.
Tira leaned forward, peeling her cunt off for a moment. She looked down with a smile. “Now, you've just lost. Your punishment is to make me cum, so get licking.”
She held up the bloody knife in the air. It dissolved into dust, even the dripping blood away into nothingness in a heartbeat. “Next time, I'll use a real knife.”
Before Erlea could reach up to her own breast, Tira smacked her body down and plunged Erlea into darkness with nothing more than a dripping cunt.
There was no welcoming darkness of being impregnated, only the suffocating heat. She knew what she had to do. Opening her mouth, she lapped hard at Tira's pussy. She couldn't really aim but it didn't matter, she sucked and lapped at whatever slid along her lips.
Tira ground back and forth, smearing juices over her face and occasionally blocking even Erlea's nose. The little waves of suffocating only added to the pleasure that was blossoming from her pussy where Miere continued to assault her pussy with her tongue.
And then the first finger slipped inside her. It was strong as it drove inside her, a tiny cock. It was her lover violating her, filling her with thrusting pleasure that only brought wave after wave of pleasure to torture her.
Erlea shuddered with another orgasm as she tried to escape Tira's pussy. Her lungs were already burning with the need for air. She lapped hard, swirling her tongue along the syrup-like taste of oranges and berries.
Tira's pussy grew hotter. Her hands clamped on Erlea's breast, mauling them as she ground harder on Erlea's mouth, suffocating her with heat and cuntal juices.
Erlea cried out into the pussy that muted her. She couldn't stop coming hard as she was pinned down. Her tongue laved against the pussy lips that caught her even as she felt Miere lapping at her own. Everything set off one orgasm after another.
She tried to reach up but her limbs didn't seem to work. The only thing she could do was focus on the pussy suffocating her and the fingers that were plunging into her cunt with hard, powerful strokes. Pleasure and asphyxiation warred.
She lapped and sucked, drinking it down as much as she tried to clamp her lips on Tira's moving clitoris. She missed but her tongue and lips caught it enough times to bring a renewed flush of juices to drown her.
An orgasm exploded inside her. Erlea screamed out. It took all of her concentration to focus on lapping Tira until the moth girl exploded across her face, suffocating her.
Erlea shuddered with one more orgasm.
When Miere pulled her fingers out, she let out a muffled moan along Erlea's aching clitoris before she leaned back.
Tira slowly lifted her body. Strands of her juices stuck to Erlea's face, the sticky fluids connecting them until each one snapped and splattered against her face.
Panting, Erlea looked up at the now smiling moth girl.
“Now, that was a good start.” There was no hint of the danger from before.
Erlea gasped and grabbed her breast. It was hot and sticky. She let out a sob and lifted her hand to look at it, but her fingertips were only covered with Tira's pussy juices and nothing else.
She moaned, her body still bent backwards over the hassock.
Tira knelt down, the familiar smell of pussy surrounding Erlea. “I really needed a sweet fuck. Though I'm serious, next time, I might use a real knife.”
Erlea stared at her in shock.
Miere let out a whimper.
Billie laughed. “Fuck you, moth.”
Tira strength up and swayed her hips. “No thanks, that bee knows how to eat out a girl. You should try it.”
“I only have one time left with a Honningbie and I'm not going to waste it.”
Erlea moaned and reached for Miere. Her lover collapsed next to her, her face glistening with honey. With a smile, she kissed her. It didn't matter what Tira or Bille thought anymore, she was going to pleasure her lover too.
“Pity,” Tira said as she stood up and moved back to her chair. “She could use all the help to break her of that drawback. I'm sure you'll come up with something.”
It didn't matter anymore. Panting, Erlea pushed herself up to her knees and then slid down Miere's body. Her lips sucked on achingly hard nipples and then along her taut belly before she pressed her mouth against the soaked sex of her lover.
“Oh, Erlea.”
“My turn,” Erlea whispered before she started to willingly lick.