Erlea woke up to an uncomfortable silence. She was bent over a mound of soft wax, her ass sticking out and her wings free to flutter. Cautiously, she flexed each one and felt the welcoming pressure of the slow movements; for all of their fighting, her wings had taken a lot of damage and she was always worried that a blow would end up being the one that sent her into a never-ending hell of lust and desire.
A hand stroked her hair. She cracked open one eye to see the familiar breasts of a Honningbie dangling on the edge of her vision.
Miere had her other hand rested on the small of Erlea's back, but she said nothing other than to continually stroke. When Erlea shifted up to look at her lover's face, she noticed that Miere's attention was riveted somewhere above Erlea's head.
With a soft groan, Erlea shifted her head to the other side.
Billie stood, her arms still formed into blades. Blood crusted the edge but she had the air of being wary for an attack. Next to her, Tira leaned against the side of the paper and honey hive, her arms tucked underneath her fur-covered breasts. Every time she inhaled, the large mounds would rise up and fall and motes of dust trickled down from the movement.
No one was talking, no one was moving.
Confused, Erlea turned her head back to Miere and then again. Who were they looking at? Slowly, she lifted her head from the waxy mound and followed the gaze of her three companions.
Gral knelt on the ground, face bruised and bloodied. He worked five spits of roasting meat over the recently crafted oven. The heavy paper shell somehow managed to keep the heat in as the flesh seared and bubbled. Next to him, she spotted a perfect stack of seventeen cooked steaks next to another twenty raw ones. A pile of green dragon scales and one claw rested next to them.
Erlea stared in shock, she honestly expected to never see the Orc Chief again.
He looked up and smiled at her. Then he grabbed all five of the spits with one hand and pulled them from the fire. The five points stuck out from between his knuckles like claws. With a deft movement, he plucked each steak from the spit and tossed it into the perfect pile of cooked meats. The hunks of meat lined up perfectly with the other in a neat stack.
His eyes flickered to her and he gave her a toothy grin. “Glad to see you conscious,” he rumbled before picking up a fresh stack.
Tira gasped and then turned. “Erlea, are you okay?”
Erlea pushed herself up and leaned against Miere who hugged her. “Of course. That Forest Dragon was a lot bigger than anything I've had before.” That size had also brought more than a few waves of orgasms too.
Gral set the spits back on the fire, his massive fingers hovering for a moment to make sure they were nestled in place before pulling his hand back. “Well, hopefully, the new Forest Dragon will learn some lessons from his birthing.”
Miere's wings trembled. She leaned over, grinding her breast into Erlea's to whispered in her ear. “That Orc let the dragon go.”
Gral smiled, two teeth stick out from his fat lip. “That Orc made sure the random encounter list was populated again. Kill one, replace it. The Forest Dragon is a rare on the charts, but something needs to be there. Nothing more.”
Billie scoffed. “Then keep breeding until you can take over? Like the Shucks?”
Gral shook his head. “That isn't the System.”
“How can I trust you?”
His eyes sparkled. “Did I rape you when the Dragon knocked you on your knees?”
Billie's blade quivered.
“You were dripping enough, it wouldn't have taken much.” His grin grew wider but also more grim. “Just a firm hand, a couple of thrusts, and you'd be knocked up just like Erlea. I bet you'd like it pretty enough since I've doubt you've had your fill of Orc Chief cock yet, Beetle.”
The beetle girl's eyes narrowed.
“Trust me, I know enough Kevers to know you still want it. Judging from the looks, I'm going to say you've never had an Orc Chief before.”
She twisted her blade and braced her foot.
Gral shrugged and looked down at the fire. “Do we have about five more units of fuel? If we do, I can finish cooking all this raw meat.”
Erlea shook her head to clear it. Reflexively, she reached down her taut belly to the smooth mound of her sex. She could barely feel the tight line of her pussy. Then she got up enough to shift into a sitting position on the wax hassock. “Why were you here?”
His eyes glanced toward Billie and Tira.
Erlea looked over but neither of them showed any respond to the curious look. She frowned and then back to him.
Gral shrugged. “You needed help and I'm not needed in the village. Too many Orc Chiefs cause problems and you've already provided my replacement. I said what I meant, my duties in this zone are done so I'm heading to Monefuck.”
“Why?” Miere said and then clapped a hand over her mouth. Her body shivered.
“Because the chart is full,” he said as if it meant anything. “Bad things happen if you overpopulate a zone. It attracts the attention of terrible creatures that make breeders seem like butterflies and kisses. If they approach, then they will destroy everything down to the last beating heart. Unlike you lovely ladies, if they lose, there is only more carnage instead of a sweet round of procreation that follows.”
Erlea shivered at the thought of his cock driving into her pussy.
“No, Little Bee, there is a System and only a fool messes with it. I have no interest in bringing more Orcs into this zone.” He chuckled. “Unless you start killing them, then I'll do what I have to to repopulate the charts.”
Billie growled. “Try it, Orc. Besides, the Shucks didn't have a problem over-breeding.”
“Orc Chief,” he said while squaring his shoulders. “I'm a 180 point monster, not like a 90-point Orc or a 160 Orc Shaman. There is a difference. A big difference and I'm not talking about my two extra inches.” He spoke with a sense of pride. He held up a finger and then gestured over his shoulder. “Second, the Shucks are the problem. They should have stayed in their zone, but they are far enough away and high enough points that no one has gone and cleaned them up. One of them must have ideas, terrible ideas, and I have no interest in seeing any,” he said the word carefully, “creature decide to start mass-breeding themselves into an army.”
He swapped out the steaks. “The problem is, Shucks are are four hundreds and I'm only a one-eighty. They would wipe the ground with me and my entire tribe, even if we were capable of surviving long enough to reach their zone. I might be an independent mob, but that doesn't give me the sheer destructive ability that you all have.”
Tira appeared next to him. She handed him five sticks silently and then took a step back. Slowly, she sank to her knees and then sat down on the ground. A hush filled the hive. The moth girl was in a vulnerable position, within easy range of the Orc Chief if he decided to attack.
Gral nodded and shoved the sticks into the furnace. “That should do it. You'll have enough cooked meat to get you through another few days without having to hunt. Plus the fire will burn out the poison so no status effects.”
Slapping his thighs, he didn't seem to notice how almost everyone jumped. Scooting back, he sat down heavily against the outer edge of the hive. “Now, what's the next step, Breeders? Kill me? Toss me out? Or let me join you?”
Like Tira, he was in a risky position. There was little chance he could defend against Billie or Erlea; actually, he had no chance against Erlea if she decided to use her RKA against him. Everyone in the hive knew that and she wondered if they were waiting for her response.
“You're a monster,” Billie said sharply.
“Yes and you are a breeder. In a one-on-one fight, you already know I'm going to lose.” He gestured to the rest of the breeders. “Any one of you could defeat me right now.”
Miere let out a soft whimper and shifted behind Erlea's wing.
“Now, Beetle Girl, what happens if I happen to knock you over and start raping that pretty pussy of yours. What is Erlea and the moth going to do?”
“Slaughter you.”
He grinned. “And what if I take Erlea's cunt again?”
“I'd rip your head off.”
“So, safe to say, I stick my dick in any of you and I'm probably going to die horribly? Blood spewing everyone and at least one of my heads rolling on the floor?” Despite the macabre descriptions, he seemed amused.
Billie's eyes narrowed. “Yes,” she said finally.
“Well, then if I'm going to travel with you, I better keep my cock in my strap. Well, not unless one of you asks for me to pull it out.” He gave Erlea a wink. “But I'm wiling to bet my balls that if you see a little baby Orc Chief running around, you three are going to make sure I'm off the encounter charts for good.”
Erlea thought back to the fucking she had. Her wings quivered and she smiled to herself. The faint whispers of honey rose up to tickle her senses.
Billie glared at her.
With a shrug, Erlea got up and padded over to the fire. It was warm against her bare skin and she enjoyed the heat along her nipples and bare thighs. Kneeling down, she gathered the cooked meat and swapped them out for five more steaks. “Just to Monefuck?”
He nodded. “I can't survive past that. Hell, Monefuck is probably just above my limit, I'll be a bug for most of the natives there. I've never been there, but I'm assuming two twenty-five maybe two forty? But until then, you have my sword and I can dish out a lot of damage than I can take.”
Gral chuckled. “Not to mention, nothing wants to mount my ass so I might be able to help you. Like I did for the Kever Beetle in the dragon fight.”
“Just Kever, Orc,” growled Billie. She started forward but then stopped to looked Erlea.
Erlea matched her gaze and slowly stood up. Her wings unfurled. “So, we have a choice. I think Gral is honest and he has the same goals as us.”
“He's a fucking monster,” Billie said but her voice was quieter than usual and the anger had been tamped down.
Tira finally spoke up. “He's a good fighter. Having a tank would help us. Plus he isn't affected by affinity or desire.”
Turning on the moth girl, Billie glared at her. “And you fine with his cock hanging around?”
Tira shrugged. “He has persuasive arguments.”
Erlea noticed the fainest of smiled on her lips. The smell of citrus rose up, just teasing her.
Curious, Erlea glanced over to Gral who looked amused. Her eyes trailed back to Tira and then to Gral.
He winked.
It dawned on her, Tira had gone back for Gral. They had fucked and he had probably already got her pregnant. No doubt, he had been true to his word and there wasn't another Orc Chief in the area. Silently, she opened her mouth in shock.
Gral only smiled and looked back.
If Tira had already accepted Gral's offer, then only Billie and Miere needed to be convinced. Billie was the hardest but her lover was the most at risk for any choice.
Erlea turned her attention to Miere. “Love?”
“I….”
Billie spoke up sharply. “I'll agree, but only if he protects her.”
Startled, Erlea stared at the beetle girl.
“What? You already going to say yes and the damn moth can't wait to mount him. I can smell that much. You've already proven you don't care what I think, so make him earn his keep.”
“Billie, I do—”
Billie held up her hand, the sword had melted away. “No, don't continue. He can stay as long as the healer remains untouched. Any cock gets in her and he's dead. I don't care if she is flying above the trees and a hundred miles away. If she gets pregnant, then he's dead.” Her fury almost beat against the walls.
There was no question that Billie had drawn a line on the ground.
Erlea turned back to Miere. “Love?”
The center of attention, Miere cringed. She looked at Gral and then back to Erlea. “I-I guess.”
“Gral?”
“I will defend her with my life,” he said firmly. “Literally and figuratively.”
Erlea didn't bother asking Tira. “We have an agreement, Billie?”
Billie sighed. “The Orc can stay.”
“Orc Chief,” Gral said.
“Dead meat,” responded Billie. She stepped back.
Gral grinned and then crawled over to swap the hunks of meat around.
Excitement was rushing through Erlea. She was taking a big risk, but she was sure Gral wouldn't betray her. Tira, on the other hand, needed a private conversation. Erlea fluttered her wings and then headed over to her. “Tira?”
“I don't have—”
She interrupted the moth girl. “A word outside?” She gestured to Billie and then walked with Tira outside the tiny cramped opening that led to the outside.
The skeleton of the Forest Dragon rested near the entrance. The bones had been picked clean and a few gold coins were scattered on the ground. A few creatures skittered away as they stepped clear of the paper hive.
“What's wrong?” Tira asked.
Erlea clenched her hand into a fist. “That squirrel attack?”
“Yes?” Tira's body tensed. She inhaled quietly and a flicker of illusion magic rippled along her edges.
Billie squeezed out of the opening. She looked angry and frustrated.
“You weren't watching over Miere when they swarmed her, were you?”
Almost instantly, Billie's demeanor froze. Then her face slipped into an suspicious glare.
Tira held up her hands, her large breasts bouncing. “I told you, I was swarmed myself.”
“You're lying. If you were, you'd be covered in Rabid Squirrel cum. No, I think you went back to the Orc village to find Gral, didn't you?”
Tira opened her mouth but then Erlea summoned the crackling power of her RKA in her hand. The energy kissed as the golden light speared through the gathered darkness.
The beetle girl glared at Tira. “How could you?”
The moth girl lowered her hand. She took a deep breath as if to steel herself. Then spoke firmly, “He will be a good ally. We need him and you know it. I wasn't expecting the Squirrels but… I took longer than expected.”
“Yes, but my love was raped because you weren't watching over her,” Erlea's voice grew tense not unlike Billie's earlier. “If we didn't come, it could have been far worse. You know she doesn't have the defenses to survive a swarm. What if the dragon caught her first? She is risking her life out here and the further we go, the more a single rape will end up with her dead.”
Tira ducked her head. “I'm sorry. I did what I thought was the best for all of us.”
Erlea shifted the energies of her RKA. The golden glow grew brighter and more energetic. It painted all three of them in flickering lights. “We are not prepared to fight the Shucks. We're just a few points higher than the Orc Chief in there. We might be able to take on one, maybe two, Shucks, but we won't have a chance against Cararas.”
Billie scoffed. “The Orc isn't going to help.”
“Orc Chief, but we all know that. Gral might give us a better chance of getting to Monefuck, but after that, it's just going to be the three of us against the Entire. Shuck. Army.” Erlea didn't look away from the moth.
Tira winced at the spat out words.
“Tira, we have to trust you. You can't lie to us, not about things like this.”
The moth girl shook her head and a cloud of dust rose around her. “You wanted him.”
“Yes, I did but Billie didn't. I respected her opinion and honored it.”
Billie's head snapped to look at Erlea with an expression of shock.
Tira sighed. “I'm sorry. I should have asked.” Turning to Billie, she looked uneasily at the beetle girl. “I should have respected your wishes also. Please forgive me.”
Billie grunted. “He helped. I don't trust him, but at least he appears to be more restrained than any monster I have ever fought. I almost believed he'll keep his cock in his trousers. Well, if you two can keep it out of your cunts.”
Somehow, the tension of the moment dissipated with the joke.
Erlea smirked. “It felt really good and he's so sweet.”
The beetle girl pulled a face. “That's horrible.”
Tira grinned. “He's also very persuasive with his fingers and tongue,” she said bashfully. “I didn't think an Orc Chief would ever consider licking me out like a Honningbie.”
“You two are disgusting.” Billie threw up her hands and returned to the hive.
Tira held back for a moment. “I'm sorry, Erlea. I shouldn't have lied to you.”
“I know. We just have to be careful.”
The moth girl rested a hand on Erlea's shoulder. “You're a good leader, don't forget that.”
Together, they returned to the hive for the night with the monster.