Erlea sat on the edge of Tira's porch with her feet dangling over the edge. She had a cup of tea in her palms. The surface of the dark liquid rippled with her soft breathing and the flex of her body. The bottom set of her translucent wings skimmed along the wooden surface as she rocked back and forth in quiet contemplation of her surroundings. It was almost peaceful as the moths spread their wings out in the moonlight and filled the air with delicate dust and perfume.
The door behind her creaked open. Tira came out, the scuff of soft leather boots had a distinctive sound against the wooden floor. “Evening,” she said.
A smell of flowers swirled around her, a citrus scent tickling her nose.
The moth girl sat down next to her, her curvy body slightly less graceful when she came to a stop. It took another second for her breasts to stop jiggling.
Tira stretched out her foot and pointed her toe toward the center tree. “They've made some decisions down there.”
“How do you know?”
“As a whole, moths are gossiping little sluts. Why do you think they flew off as soon as we got home?” Tira smirked. “To tell their mothers and sisters, and then to masturbate furiously about being raped by some goblins.”
Erlea felt a sympathetic tingle between her legs. She could too easily remember the lust of being pinned in place, legs pried apart as a goblin got between her legs. It was the same thrill as when the spider had impregnated her twice.
Tira glanced at her. “So you're a goblin?”
Erlea sighed and nodded. It was disappointing that she was limited to such a lowly creature when she had such an overwhelming task ahead of her.
Tira made a small humming noise.
When she didn't say anything, Erlea felt uncomfortable. Her wings fluttered faster with her thoughts. “W-What did the elders decide?”
Tira gave her a long look before she answered. “The Shucks are a big problem and you are allowed to ask for help.”
Erlea's wings fluttered. “Ask for help? I thought I just did that.”
“Maybe, but moths don't work like bees. We don't follow blindly. Think of us as more… contractors that are negotiated individually.”
Wings fluttering even more, Erlea shifted from one ass cheek to the other. “I have to keep asking?”
“Were you hoping for some army to rise up and follow you?”
Erlea started to respond but then realized that she was hoping for the exact thing, along with someone to lead them. She lowered her wings and sighed. “Yes.”
“Don't worry, you're going to get one of the best warriors in all the Branches to go with you.” Tira arched her back and thrusts her breasts up. “Not to mention an excellent illusionist and assassin.”
It only took a heartbeat to realize that Erlea was probably only getting one or two of the Falene, most likely the moth girl next to her. “You?”
“The compact says we must always have four warriors in the Branches at all times. There are only five that are mobile right now, so that leaves me. Mother would love to go, we are the only two that had ventured far from the zone, but her wing was broken and it hadn't healed.”
“I haven't been out of this zone.”
“Don't worry, there are brutal, raping monsters no matter where you go.”
Erlea clamped her legs together as she felt a a warmth spread out from her pussy. She could almost imagine massive cocks impaling her as powerful claws pinned her in place.
“I managed to get as far as the Horned Owlbear about seven zones out before I finally got nailed.” Tira casually rested one hand between her leg, cupping her own pussy. “A month of constant breeding before I escaped.”
“A-A month?” Erlea said as she blanched.
Tira leaned back and smiled. “Oh, it felt so good. It was hard to leave on my own.”
Erlea tried to fight her own imagination fueling her lust. She could catch a hint of honey flavoring the air around her, mixing in with the citrus scent of what appeared to be Tira's pussy.
“If wasn't for mother, I would be still there, bent over those branches as they shoved their hot, dripping cocks into my cunt. Over and over, so…” she let out a soft moan, “it hurt so much but it felt so good.”
Licking her lips, Erlea fought back a whimper.
Tira pulled the hand from her crotch. There was a droplet of clear liquid clinging to her fingertip. She smiled at Erlea and then brought it to her own lips to suck it clean.
The whimper of lust came out before Erlea could fight it back.
Tira grinned and cupped her pussy again. “So, you probably want to know what I can do if you are leading.”
Stunned by the sudden change of topics, Erlea tensed.
“Illusions, Mind Control on a good day, and a fair suite of stealth and assassin abilities.” She clasped her other hand and a black knife appeared in it, it was the same as the one she used to cut the goblin's throat. “I'm lousy in a straight out fight though, but that's why you have Honningbies and the Kever.”
Erlea worked her mouth for a moment. She knew what she wanted to say but her ears were burning even as she considered it. “I-I don't know what what I'm doing. I'm not a leader.”
Tira cocked her head. There was a smile on her plump lips.
“W-What?” Erlea said after a second, a flush burning her cheeks.
The Falene said nothing for a few seconds and then stood up. She held out her hand. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
Embarrassed but curious, Erlea took the hand and got up on her feet.
Tira took off with a rush of air.
Erlea buzzed after her.
A few seconds later, two other Falene flew up to join them. Both of them were younger, Erlea guessed, but the didn't say anything. Like the Honningbies, the younger and older breeders were almost identical except for tiny little details like the sheen of their wings or a slight rounding of their faces.
Erlea felt like an outsider. She never saw Tira speak to the other Falene nor did they seem to say anything back. However they all turned in unison, leaving Erlea to buzz after them once she noticed.