Intrepid Pawns Ch. 03

"B-but Kentri, you promised..." Kentri gasped as the fingers twirled again. "y-you promised, no more..."

"Did I?" Tsimpi arched her eyebrows. "Seeing you this hot and sexy and dominant must have scattered my memory, Fearless Leader. You know how silly and slutty I can be. No mind except downstairs. Mm." She took out the fingers and raised them tauntingly in front of Kentri's eyes. "What a shame."

Kentri stared at the fingers, still dripping with juices. To her credit, she was still fighting it. Tsimpi marveled at their leader's endurance—deep down, some part of her knew what Tsimpi was doing, knew she didn't want it. But Tsimpi always won out. Already, Kentri was leaning forward slightly, her mouth just barely open in that adorable inviting 'o' Tsimpi had grown so used to seeing.

Tsimpi raised her knee between Kentri's legs, allowing her fellow Thriae to start humping away, and beamed at her. "But it's so hard for me to remember, isn't it, when I'm soooo slutty, and soooo horny. Isn't it, Kentri?"

Kentri's mouth settled at the base of Tsimpi's mead-covered index finger. Her eyes looked imploringly at Tsimpi. She was begging for mercy, and also for something else. Tsimpi nodded. Gave permission.

Kentri slowly started to suck and lick, gasping and sighing as Tsimpi's leg started to shift slightly against her.

"And surely you wouldn't mind a few little ideas," Tsimpi hissed. "Just a few tasty notions." She pulled the finger away slightly, forcing Kentri to lean in after it. "Suggestions. They'll take the burden off, make your job soooo much easier. Doesn't that sound so niiice? It's so nice of me, isn't it?"

"Mm...nnnnn..." Kentri couldn't really respond. She was licking too hungrily, leaning over further and further to reach. She was actually close to losing her balance, since her hands were occupied touching her own breasts, pinching her nipples, tickling beneath them. Tsimpi giggled as she kept gradually withdrawing her hand, looking forward to Kentri spilling right into her arms. What a treat this always—

Kentri went still.

Tsimpi frowned. Was Kentri fighting it that well? Impossible. "Uh, Kentri?"

"Tsimpi," Kentri mouthed, still in a daze but now looking quite shocked. And Tsimpi realized that something had knocked her out of trance. "Tsimpi..."

Tsimpi turned to where they'd left the other guards.

"Oh, mother-fucking-fucker."

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Brist's eyes fluttered open. The young wizard shifted uncomfortably. He was looking down at the sand. It felt like there was a heavy weight of some kind on his back, pressing him into some rather jagged stones.

For some reason, he was naked. He tried to get up, but the weight on top of him felt utterly crushing. Where was he? And why was his penis so—

He instantly remembered. Remembered everything. The mission. Brash Lieutenant Okino, leading them on a high-stakes mission against the Thriae. Ia's annoying yelling and 'pranking'. The Crags. The Thriae ambush. The...battle.

He grimaced. They had lost that fight. Badly. And though they hadn't done much with him while he was conscious—someone had knocked him over the head during the skirmish—he could still taste something sweet on his tongue.

The meadbrewers had got him. He'd drank of their poison. Already, he could feel the horrid lust within him. That probably explained the dreams he'd been having. Which was good, because while thinking about any of his coworkers in such a fashion would be inappropriate...

He stopped the train of thought right there. He did not want to think about that dream. His cock was already aching for more physical pleasures.

Though on that note, it occurred to him that he probably knew who was on top of him.

"Ia," he hissed. "Ia!"

"Ooh, lookee here." He felt slender fingers wrapping around his wrist. He craned his neck around to see a pair of well-toned nude legs. Their owner was currently kneeling, though despite his subconscious efforts he couldn't quite make out anything past the thighs. "Our little sorcerer's up, is he?"

"He's been up for the last few hours," said a similar voice, laughing. "Get it? 'Cause of that big dick of his!"

"Normal-sized, technically," said the first voice disinterestedly. "The honey gets 'em extra horny for us, remember?"

"Hee! 'Member'!" The third voice was slightly higher-pitched than the others, but otherwise identical.

"Yes, Kifina." The first voice sounded a little bit annoyed, though mostly amused. "I liked honey-horny better, myself."

"Ooh, does that rhyme?" said the second voice.

"It totally does!" squealed Kifina.

Brist had gone quiet when he'd realized he was being heard, but now it seemed like he was being ignored again. Experimentally, he poked the form above him in what he hoped was the belly. "Ia?" he whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Unh...not there, please, Uncle Barzle, not again..."

Brist's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh, gods, no, I—"

He stopped, hearing Ia laughing very feebly above him. "Oh my gosh. You're so gullible."

"Ia, this is hardly the..." Brist stiffened. The three Thriae were still talking, but one of them was apparently looking for something to do with her hands. He whimpered as the fingers stroked up and down his sensitive cock.

"And so," Kifina was saying, "I think that the queens should be giving us more honey. We deserve it! We bring 'em tons of tasty treats! Ooh, he's whimpering." Brist felt hot breath on his ear. Golden hair fell before his eyes. "I like it when you do that, boytoy. Whimper more!"

The fingers squeezed. Involuntarily, Brist let out a yelp.

"More! More!" Kifina was giggling like mad as she gleefully squeezed. Brist couldn't help but cry out, twisting and shaking as strangely familiar sensations poured into his body like a monsoon of pleasure. He realized that the Thriae must have been toying with him as he slept, steeping him in these feelings, making him more vulnerable. That was the only reason he hadn't come the second Kifina's fingers touched him down there.

"Kifina, stop it," one of the other Thriae said. Kifina did, and Brist went totally limp. He allowed himself a second of naïve confusion over this generosity before the other Thriae went on, "I've got a better idea."

Hearing them moving around him, Brist struggled to look up. He managed to stretch his neck to be parallel to the ground. He could barely see a ragged dark green form crumbled against a rock. What was it? Was it...

"Brist," he heard Ia whispering, "close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Trust me. You don't want to see—"

Too late. Brist regretted not trusting Ia for the first time in his life as the Thriae crouched down and began dragging the form towards him. It was Yathi—but a different Yathi. Her green armor was messily placed, as though someone else had clumsily redressed her without quite understanding the purpose of clothing. Her dark hair was covered in the sticky "mead" of the Thriae, as was her face. Her eyes were half-lidded with desire, and Brist knew if she opened them fully, they would be as yellow as Trys's.

This was his fate, he realized. Yathi had been pumped full of honey—more than a human was meant to consume in so short a time, he guessed—because she was...well, she was really hot. Everyone knew it. He felt a pang as he remembered how bitter his fellow knight had always been about the sexualization. Now she was nothing but sex.

And the Thriae, he realized, were leading her straight towards him.

He screwed his eyes shut at last, but they'd already moved out of his line of sight. He heard Yathi moaning faintly, followed by licking sounds.

"O-oh! Ooh! Uh-huh...yeah, you little—"

"Kifina." The voice was annoyed.

"Oh. Sorry. Mmm. Down, slut, down!" He felt them moving closer to him. Hands firmly gripped his ass, preventing him from squirming.

He felt hot breath again. This time further down.

"Do it," the voice hissed. "Suck. Suck him."

"N-no..." The voice was so small it nearly broke Okino's heart. But he felt himself getting turned on despite it. His member quivered, likely making it an even more tempting target. The wizard hated himself for his weakness.

"Do it!" sang Kifina. "Suck! Suck! Suck! Slut! Slut! Slu—oh, good girl!"

Okino felt quivering lips touch his cock.

Then, like a vacuum, Yathi was on him. All the way. He cried out, trapped beneath Ia, as the hot mouth started to suck.

His head was touching the back of her throat. He felt honey covering him, lubricating him, making him dizzy. Making him more like Yathi. He moaned.

"Suck! Slut! Suck! Slut! Mm..." He heard Kifina starting to pleasure herself. A moment later, honey-dripping fingers presented themselves in front of his mouth. "Do it, big boy. You knoooow you wanna."

He groaned as Yathi's tongue slurped along the base. She rose off his shaft, licking the head in earnest. His cock started to throb.

He realized his mouth was open and he was openly struggling to reach the fingers. They were just out of reach. He strained, unable to stop himself, but this only made Kifina giggle more. He was filled with shame as he struggled, tongue sticking out, trying to get even a taste of the drug that would destroy him. That had already destroyed his colleague. His colleague who was now giving him the first and best fellatio he'd ever had in his life.

"Feels good, huh?" said one of the Thriae, laughing. "Feels right."

"If the Thriae win," Kifina said happily, "all days will be like this! Just fucking and teasing and sucking and slutting." Brist let out a loud moan as Yathi slurped all the way along his sensitive glans. "See? Isn't that good?" Her voice turned soft and sweet. It was like poisoned honey, pouring into his head and filling him with confusion. "You know you—mm, yes, touch me right there, Skida—loooove it."

"N-no—" he gasped. "I won't—" Lick.

"—can't—" Slurp.

"I—" Kiss.

"Nnnnggggh..."

Suck. Suck. Suck.

"...nnnnggghgGAAAAH!" He bucked madly against the laughing fey's iron grip into the mouth of Yathi, who only moaned, swallowing his load with perfect ease—without even slowing the suction. And then the grip was gone, and he was just bucking into her moaning maw. "Oh, fuck, yes, YES, Y—n-no, nooooooOOOOOOH GOOOOODS..." He shook in the wild throws of bliss, for a moment not caring about the war, not caring about free will or dignity, not even caring about Ia's survival. How could anyone not want to feel like this all the time? Beautiful, smart, perfect Kifina was right. He had to...had to...

Ia rolled off him. He barely noticed, save to grab Yathi's head in his hands and force her against his cock, working her like a sex toy, his mind awash in gold. Yathi just kept moaning in pleasure, sucking up every last drop of cum from his pulsing manhood. They remained like that for at least a minute, thrusting and moaning and gasping and...giving. Giving themselves, giving their dignity, their souls, their everything away to the feys' desire.

As the orgasm finally began to ebb, though, he began to notice a few things.

First, he and Yathi were moving.

Second, the Thriae had all evidently been overcome by the display, because they were all fucking each other with wild abandon. One wide-eyed bee fey had her face gripped between the thighs of another and was furiously licking as the third sucked the former's nipples, face covered in honey and fingers pistoning rapidly into her own cunt.

Third, he and Yathi were moving because someone was dragging them.

"Come on, Brist." It took him a moment to register that it was Trys speaking. Trys! She was alive? "Get it out of your system. You're too heavy to drag all the way. I think we have maybe one minute before they realize we're gone and I do not wish to be nearby when that happens."

"T-Trys?" He stared dimly up at the warrior woman. Yathi pulled off of his cock, though he couldn't tell if it was willingly or if it was because Ia had dragged her off.

Trys glanced down at him and grinned. "We still have a job to do."

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Note: Sorry about the delay! More's on the way (including a totally standalone short!), but classes have me swamped right now. The "more" may be more of this, or it may be Evergreen Forest or Sea Slimes. Depends on my mood. ;)

That said, we have a choice, and I'm looking for feedback on this. Should the next chapter of IP (whenever I end up continuing it) focus on the continued journey of Trys's team? Or should we pause to see exactly what happens to poor Okino with his new friends before moving on?

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