Erlea buzzed ahead of her companions, her thoughts lost in the clouds and her wings moving reflexively. She found herself trailing toward the spears of sunlight that came down through the canopy; despite the dense trees, the feel of warm on her wings brought little flutters of pleasure.
Miere trailed behind her a few yards. The rapid beat of her wings was distinctive as she shadowed Erlea's movements but made no effort to speed up or trail back to move along with Billie and Tira.
In the back, the other two were quietly talking to each other. If Erlea didn't know better, there was no hint that Billie had suspicious of Tira's behavior the night before.
What was the moth girl doing that got Miere raped? Did she abandon her or was she honestly taken and managed to recover faster?
Stirring herself from thoughts, Erlea drifted back until she was even with her lover. With a smile, she slipped her arm around Miere's waist and brought the warm body next to hers. Their wings continued to beat, meshing together seamlessly to kept them both hovering a few feet off the ground.
Miere tensed and then leaned into Erlea. “I'm sorry,” she said in quiet voice.
“For what, Honey?”
Miere tensed. “Honey?”
“Well, you are my honey, right?”
“I guess?”
Erlea grinned. “Well, I like to lick you. I remember licking lots of place on you.”
With a smile and a blush, Miere beat her wings a little faster and they lifted more from the ground. “Yeah, you do.”
“I should be the one apologize last night. I wasn't there.”
“I know, but you can't always be there.”
Erlea thought about Monefuck and the possibility of taking Miere to Gilden Hive. She shook her head. She almost said she was sad it happened but then she caught sight of Miere's eyes and knew it was better to remain silent.
“Nothing until Monefuck, right? We'll decide there?”
Erlea nodded slowly. She didn't want to think about abandoning Miere, but the Honningbie wouldn't be able to handle the Shucks. They were too large and built on too many points for Miere's defenses. Even if she spent everything on PD, it wouldn't give her enough to resist having her wings snapped off or being killed on their cocks like Saroia. That would also require her lover to spend her few points on PD when it was obvious that Miere was focusing on crafting and construction.
“No, no,” whispered Miere. “Don't think about it.” She kissed Erlea on the cheek. “Not until we get there. Until then, just enjoy our time.”
Erlea smiled and turned so she could pull Miere into a kiss herself. They spun slowly, still moving forward as their lips caught each other. Sunlight caught their bodies as they ground their breasts and hips together.
As the kiss grew, Erlea reached down to grip Miere's buttocks and pull them apart. Her fingertips could feel the warmth and moisture of her lover's sex; just a kiss was enough to open up the sealed gates of pleasure.
Miere moaned into their embrace. “Tonight? Please? I can make a private cell.”
Erlea kissed her. “I think we both need that. Just you, me, and a bit of honey to share.”
“I love you.”
“And, I love—”
“Bees!” snapped Billie.
Both Erlea and Miere thrust away from each other. A blush burned on Erlea's cheeks as she sheepishly looked down to where Billie and Tira were.
When she saw Tira on her knees, both hands between her legs, she gasped. The moth girl was frantically pumping four fingers into her sex and rivers of cum were pouring out from between her digits. Her eyes were glazed as she arched her back and opened her mouth, as if trying to drink something that wasn't there.
“What is happening—?” Miere gasped.
Erlea had seen it before, affinity lust. She didn't know what creature was Tira's first, but it was obvious that there was at least one nearby or approaching. She glanced around, unsure of where to go. “Billie, there is a monster coming.”
Billie's lips tightened as the beetle girl reshaped her arms into sword blades.
Erlea turned to her lover. “Stay near me or find some place to hide?”
Miere worried her lip and then gestured back the way they came. “I'll hide.”
“Be safe, Honey. Fly as close as you can to the leaves to avoid being seen. The branches might prevent nets.” It sounded more natural then.
Her lover gave a brilliant smile and then buzzed off. Her bare ass flashed in the sunlight before she dove to skim over the surface of the trees.
Erlea gave herself a long, lingering look and then summoned her Barrier. The hexagonal shield shimmered into view. A moment later, she focused on her RKAs into the low-energy blasts that she could maintain forever. It seemed to be a solid attack until she got a better idea of what was approaching.
Below, Tira let out a moan.
“Erlea,” called Billie, “she's getting wetter!”
Erlea frowned and spun around while she hovered lower. Her eyes scanned the dense trees and leaves in hopes of catching movement.
The only thing she saw was Miere above the trees.
Then two massive paws reaching up through the canopy to grab her lover. Massive claws clamped over the bee wings before she was yanked out of Erlea's sight.
“Miere!” screamed Erlea as she shot toward where her lover had disappeared. “Billie, behind us!”
Erlea's Barrier snapped twigs and forced leaves apart as she dove underneath the canopy of leaves to weave among the thicker branches below. On the edge of her vision, where distance faded into a vague green, she saw movement.
Holding one hand out ready to fire, she snapped back and forth. Her Barrier bounced off tree trunks as she buzzed furiously toward her lover.
She caught sight of a long, scaled tail. It was easily twice her length as it hovered just out of sight. On the ground, massive paws indented the ground. Whatever she was chasing was big, heavy, and moving almost as fast as her.
“How that possible?” she muttered and pushed herself to fly faster.
The only thing she think about was Miere's caught in the grip of whatever caught her. Hopefully, they weren't going to rape her while running.
The tail ahead of her snapped around a large rock.
She banked and flew after it.
When she came around the corner, she looked ahead and saw only an empty past traveling well into the distance. There was no creature, no beast, not even even a twitch of movement.
Worrying her lip, she charged forward. An idea crossed her head and she looked down, but there were no prints or marks that anything so large had gone down the path.
Erlea began to doubt herself. Frowning, she turned and hovered back the way she came. Her eyes scanned the ground, looking for any trail.
Just a the corner she had come around, the claw marks ended. Between one step and the other.
Getting nervous, she clenched her hand and looked to the side. There was a stone wall to her left and a massive wall of vines, trees, and bushes to her right. Neither looked passable, even for a slender creature as herself.
She sniffed and flew back, to circle around the rock.
There was the faintest scent of honey. She knew that smell, the sweetness that came from her lover's thighs. Her own body warmed as she took a deep breath.
Miere was close.
With her wings buzzing faster, she flew back and retraced her steps to circle around the angular planes of the large rock. But even before she had gone more than a few grid cells, the scent of Miere had faded.
Erlea whimpered and turned back. “Where is Billie?” she whispered and then flew back to where the smell of honey was the strongest.
She froze, trying to find the source. Her body shifted between one spot and other. When she couldn't, she landed on the ground and reluctantly let the Barrier drop.
The warmth of the air surrounded her. And, underneath the strong scent of honey, she caught the faintest of ripples in the air.
Her wings snapped as she folded them. Turning to her side, she closed her eyes to try finding Miere before it was too late.
The vibrating air came from her left, from the wall of plants and vines. She reached out for it.
One of the branches movement, and then there more. Before she could register, it shaped into a large, reptile-like head that was twice as large as her. Green wings fluttered and peeled away from the wall to reveal a small clearing beyond it.
The creature turned slightly and its tail began to uncoil. The movement was the only way she could make out the thick member, otherwise the dappled pattern of greens and browns was almost indistinguishable from vegetation. It was a Forest Dragon.
With the Dragon's revelation, the smell of honey and vibrations in the air grew more pronounced. Looking past the scales, she spotted Miere being held up in front of the creature. Her body was limp but a thick river of honey and juices poured out from between her legs. To Erlea's relief, she didn't see the white cream of the dragon's cum pouring down her lover's slack legs.
The creature's cock rested on the valley of her legs. Compared to her slender body, the massive rod was easily two feet long and as thick as her thigh. Dark green with brown ridges, it looked like a wooden spear poised to impale Erlea's lover.
Fear flashed through Erlea. Miere didn't have the PD—physical defenses—to survive such a large intruder. It would easily pierce her organs and tear her from the inside, just as the Cararas had done to Saroia.
“Get away from her!” Erlea threw an RKA at the Forest Dragon. The loud hiss filled the air but as soon as it got with feet of the beast, it silenced instantly.
The Dragon batted away the RKA and it bounced away to shattered into a tree. The smoking hole in the truck caused it to tumble over and hit the ground with a powerful crack.
With a wince, the creature opened its maw and appeared to scream, but no sound came out. Waves of force slammed into Erlea, throwing her back into the rock behind her and deafening her.
Erlea took off. She screamed out but no noise came out of her mouth. With a shock, she fired another RKA and tried again, but nothing made a noise as the Dragon easily knocked the RKA harmlessly aside.
Summoning her Barrier, Erlea glanced at Miere. Her lover was still unconscious, her pussy splayed open. The creature had not moved her away from its shaft and it sawed up and down along her slit, smearing her with glistening pre-cum. A thick dollop of splashed on her heavy breast and oozed down to drip to the ground.
Erlea knew what she had to do. No matter, she had to make sure the Dragon's immense cock never entered Miere; that would kill her. She took a deep breath and prepared herself, even if it meant taking Miere's place.
Her thoughts sent a little thrill of excitement.
She tamped it down as much as she could.
The Dragon's tail last out, the heavy length coming down to smash into her Barrier. Almost instantly, the golden hexagons flashed red as she was thrown back against the rocks.
She fired again, unable to change her shots into something more destructive until her next action. She needed something with more damage.
The Dragon shrugged off the attack and lashed out with one claw while holding Miere with the other. The four scratches tore through her shield, shattered some of the fragments before the entire shield crumbled.
Erlea dodged the second swipe of the claws and it was her turn again. She hesitated, unsure of her option, but focused on a single powerful blast that would drain her. As soon as she could, she flew up, clapped her hands together and fired a single bolt at the arm hold Miere.
The blast exploded along the joint, the stench of burning scales and vegetation suddenly choking her.
The Dragon stumbled and almost lost his grip on Miere. With a silent roar, it tightened its claws and jammed her down on his cock, catching the very tip against the opening of the helpless Honningbie.
Erlea cried out.
The tip of the massive cock popped out with a spray of pre-cum. It slid up Miere's belly, revealing that would reach clear to her sternum if it ever managed to penetrate her.
With tears in her eyes, Erlea focused on the arm. She threw everything she could into firing time and time again. The golden blasts of energy streaked into the same spot, exploding with silent thuds right at the joint.
The Forest Dragon snarled and opened it's mouth. A gout of green fog exploded form its mouth. It slammed into her, driving her back as acid began to eat into her skin. Her leather pouch smoldered and she could feel it burning along her hair and wings.
Sobbing, she continued to focus her attacks on breaking Miere free. In the corner of her vision, she saw Billie stumbling into the fight. The beetle girl raised her hand.
Unable to speak, Erlea pointed to Miere and then fired another blast.
The Forest Dragon's tail punched into her chest, crushing her against the stone with terrible force. It cracked underneath her body.
Erlea spat blood out of her mouth and fired again, ignoring everything but her desperation to free Miere from being raped.
Billie charged forward, bringing her sword down on the same point. It cut through the heavy scales and sprayed blood everywhere.
The Dragon silently roared again. With a surge of powerful muscles, it swept its claws toward Erlea.
Pinned against the wall, she was helpless to dodge as the powerful points shattered the stone behind her and the Dragon clamped down. The crushing force and the grinding rocks sent waves of agony and despair flooding her, the nearness of her defeat bringing a tingling between her legs.
Erlea was half-blind with pain, but she continued to fire, punching RKA after RKA into the blackened and bloody joint until she saw the flash of bones and taut.
Billie struck in the same spot, moving in the gaps between blasts of the killing attacks. Her swords chipped away at the bones and cleaved into the joint.
Finally, after what felt like rounds of attacking, a flicker of pain crossed over the Forest Dragon's face. With the silent roar, it flung Miere violently through the trees and turned to face Erlea directly.
Billie hesitated.
Unable to speak, Erlea gestured emphatically for Billie to get Miere before she focused her attention back on the Forest Dragon. Her RKAs blasted across the creature's chest, but even with all her power, they did little more than scuff scales and leave small scars.
The claws pinning her to the stone wall ground down, grinding joints together and crushing her wings against the hard surface. It lifted its other paw up, the sharp points sparkling in the light, before it slashed down.
Four burning lines appeared across her breasts and stomach. The following wave of agony almost blinded her.
The Dragon reached down and grabbed her thigh. Sharp points dug into her inner leg as it pried her open.
With horror, Erlea could feel her pussy lips opening up. She was on the precipice of losing and she knew it, her body knew it, and there was no question her cunt knew it. She may not survive the battle, but she knew she had a better chance of having the two foot long cock impaling her than her lover.
She didn't give up. With a shaking hand, she fired again.
The Dragon pulled her away from the cliff face before slamming her back. Each blow was utterly silent but the powerful blows shook her entire body. Her skull cracked against the stone and sharp stars flew across her vision.
Despite her best effort, the tension in her arm gave out and she slumped back. Her mind refused to move her body, instead she could only watched in a daze as the Forest Dragon shifted the grip and position her until the heavy length of the cock pressed against her belly.
It was incredibly hot and slick. The tip was serrated, with dozens of sharp ridges as it grew thicker. More stripes and scars were in stark relief against the dark shaft, a promise that she would feel every inch as it was driven into her.
She fought against the lust that rose inside her, but even her brief training to free herself from her wings bound was useless against the desperation to let the Dragon breeder her, it was the innate desire of a breeder who had been defeated.
The Forest Dragon rocked his cock up and down the valley of her breasts and along her stomach. The thick ridges tugged at her slick labia and ran along her clitoris. Each thrust sent welcoming waves of pleasure to dull her senses.
Erlea tried to attack again but her hand refused to give up.
The Dragon dragged her up the cliff, lifting her body. With terrifying clarity, she could feel the ridged wedge of the cock slipping down against her belly, to her hips, and then down into the valley of her legs. The tip was as slick as her as it burrowed into her slit.
She struggled weakly, her pussy drooling over the tip. Even without looking down, she could tell she was glazing it to make it easier to penetrate and impregnate her. Her legs quivered as she surrendered to her fate.
The Forest Dragon shifted slightly, pushing the tip against her opening. It was massive for her tiny pussy but that didn't stop the far larger creature from pinning her body against the stone and pushing harder.
The tip pried into her sex, forcing it open as it inched into her depths. Even the very tip was wider than comfortable. If it wasn't for her pussy juices and the creature's pre-cum, it would have been agony. Instead, it was just the slick sensation of being pried open.
Her nether lips strained to take the first ridge of the Dragon's cock. What felt like an eternity was over in seconds as her tightly stretched ring squeezed over the ridge and then clamped tightly down behind the first bump.
Erlea let out a silent moan of need and horror.
As soon as the tip of the cock was firmly lodged into her pussy, the Forest Dragon tightened its grip.
She could feel the quiver of muscles as he tensed up. She did the same as much as she could, steeling herself for the inevitable thrust.
The cock drove deep into her, pummeled by a ton of Dragon flesh behind it. The powerful shaft tore through her insides as the ridges assaulted her lips and insides. The tightness was overwhelming, she could feel every ridge as it rippled down her channel until the head smashed against her cervix with brutal force.
Somehow, Erlea managed to retain her consciousness. She looked down to see her belly swollen with the cock.
The Dragon punched harder, trying to stuff more of its length into her cunt. Her insides twisted and stretched, agony adding to the pleasure as the tip of the cock hammered against her womb.
Then, in the same horrific silence, the Dragon withdrew. Every inch of scars and ridges plucked at her insides, sending waves of pleasure crashing into her as the massive shaft pulled out.
Erlea gasped at the brief respite.
The Dragon thrust again, quickly moving into a hammering thrust that slammed eighteen inches of hard-steel deep into her pussy. Every thrust seemed to touch every private place of her body, assaulting every nerve and every point of pleasure.
She shuddered in lust. Her eyes rolled up as she was helpless to do anything but take the massive cock that rammed into her cunt with brutal force.
Inch by inch, the Dragon forced more of its pole into her pussy. She could feel the thick ridges that seemed to get wider with every bump. Her hips and joints protested being pried apart by the inescapable hardness that drove against her cervix with the desperate need to breed her.
Erlea wanted it. She wanted to feel the pleasure that came from feeling the seed take root inside her womb. She craved the pleasure that would come as her belly grew hard and rounded with the creature's child. More importantly, she couldn't help but hunger for the moment when she gave birth. She spread her legs as much as she could as the Dragon finally thrust balls-deep into her pussy.
The hardness filled her completely, stretching and straining her insides. It pushed the very limits of her physical defenses, but she could take it.
Erlea let out a sob of relief and happiness. At least Miere wouldn't die on this cock. She moaned as the cock pulsed inside her.
The Dragon pulled back and threw himself into hammering blows that shook her entire core. Two feet of cock plunged in and out of her pussy, stretching and gaping it open until she couldn't imagine it would every recover.
Splashes of their juices poured out across the ground, soaking into the earth and emphasizing the faint lines that made up the limits of each grid square. The Dragon violating her stood in one while pinning her in another.
Somehow, the utter silence of his rutting and her inability to hear her own moans made it even more intense. There was nothing left except for her senses other than the pleasure of being brutally violated.
Erlea's toes curled as her fateful orgasm approached. Even the cock wasn't enough to knock her out, but she knew as the crest of pleasure reached its peak, that she would wake up pregnant.
The Dragon's hammering and her thoughts pushed her over. With an intense snap of pleasure, her orgasm tore through her body with the fury of a storm. She screamed out silently as the cock buried inside her began to flood her insides with hot seed.
Shuddering, she let her eyes roll up toward unconsciousness.
The last thing she saw was a massive, rusty sword coming down to sever the dragon's limb.
Then, she was lost in her orgasm as her entire weight sank down on the immense cock still flooding her pussy.