Intrepid Pawns Ch. 12

Ia smirked, and rose up on his cock, now straddling him as he lay beneath her. By sunrise, Brist would be hers. And the two of them would be Mistress Elly's. She nearly came at the thought, biting her lip hard.

"Ia? Brist?"

Ia and Brist both started as they heard Trys's call, and Ia very nearly lost her self-control. Her eyes widened. What was Trys doing up? The warrior was usually meditating at this time of night.

She stared down at Brist, whose eyelids were fluttering, and leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. "We should do this again sometime," she said mischievously, and rose up off of him.

He stared at her, blinking rapidly.

"Cum," she said sweetly, and leaned down to give his cock a little lick.

She covered his mouth with a hand to muffle his squeals of joy.

She knew it would be better to edge him, to leave him panting for more, desperate to fuck her again.

But she just couldn't help herself. He looked so cute when he was cumming.

Besides, she thought, giggling softly, judging from the worshipful look in his eyes, he'd have plenty of fond memories to keep him loyal until next time.

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"Brist? Ia?" Trys stepped around the tree and immediately turned around, her face going red. "Oh! Sorry."

Brist and Ia were hurriedly getting dressed, both visibly flustered. Ia was particularly red.

"S-Sorry about that, Trys," Ia said, giving a nervous giggle. "I was just, um, asking Brist about his... magic."

"Yes." Brist coughed. "She had a lot of questions."

Trys concealed a smile. I'll bet she did. "Well, come on back to camp. I don't want anyone wandering off tonight. The Thriae might still be nearby—not to mention those catgirls. You might be immune to mind control, Ia, but Brist isn't."

Ia shivered slightly. "Yes. Nevermind those catgirls."

Trys nodded curtly as the pair finished getting dressed and started back. She smiled privately, seeing Ia and Brist holding hands—Ia walking ahead of him, almost leading him along.

At least everyone is finally getting along.

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Yathi awoke to little mewls. She had been half-waking to them all night, but always, a few words had lulled her back to sleep.

Honeycow is sleepy.

Honeycow needs her rest.

Honeycow is dreaming.

Shh... sleepy, dreamy honeycow...

But the mewls were getting louder, now, and her eyes finally fluttered open.

Yathi lay in a simple two-person druidcraft tent. It was morning, judging by the birdsong outside, and yet it was extremely warm.

That was because she and Mew had kept it warm.

Yathi was shirtless, and Mew totally naked. Blankets had been all-but discarded. The catgirl clung to her desperately, like Yathi was a teddy bear, her face practically buried into Yathi's breast, her lips eagerly suckling. The catgirl's eyes were closed in bliss.

And Yathi felt... so, so good. And she felt even better seeing Mew so happy. On instinct, she reached down and scratched Mew behind the ears, and the catgirl purred. The vibrations sent ripples of pleasure through Yathi's body. Yathi swallowed. "M-Mew..."

"Mm..." The catgirl's eyes half-opened. She beamed up at Yathi, giving a slight giggle around the nipple in her mouth. Apparently Yathi's eyes were very funny to look into right now. The catgirl's rough tongue lapped over Yathi's nipple a few times, teasingly.

Yathi found that her nipples weren't sore at all. On the contrary, they were tingly and pleasurably sensitive. She supposed Mew must have been careful to switch between breasts overnight, to give her breaks. That was so... sweet of Mew. She kept scratching the catgirl, smiling in adoration into Mew's pretty, gold-flecked eyes. She loved Mew so much.

No. She blinked. That... wasn't right. Mew was using her. Mew had brainwashed her. These were Mew's wishes drifting through her head, making her be content with what was being done to her happy, gooey mind.

But it was working too well for awareness to make much difference. Yathi sighed in pleasure and lost herself to the suckling.

"W-We should get up," she mumbled eventually, still lovingly scratching Mew's head.

"Mm..."

Yathi tried again, taking a deep breath of heady, honeyed air to steady herself. "Mew, we need to get up. The others c-can't see me like this."

"Mm.. mm-mm..." The look in Mew's eyes made Yathi well aware of how hot Mew thought it would be if the others saw her like this.

That look gave Yathi enough fear to stop scratching. She swallowed. "Mew, it's time to get up."

Mew blinked. She pulled off of Yathi's nipple with one last lick, and lay still a moment, arms still wrapped tightly around her captive human. "Honeycow," she said softly.

Yathi's nipples tingled. She swallowed. "N-No, Mew," she said, her voice wavering.

"Honeycow," Mew said again, happily, blissfully confident in the trigger.

"N-No!" Yathi trembled with pleasure and lust, feeling her nipples tingling more intensely.

"Hush, honeycow," Mew cooed, as Yathi shivered with bliss. "Be a good honeycow for Mew. Just lie there and scratch, honeycow, and I'll let you stay awake for this!" She giggled. "Doesn't that sound nice, honeycow? Honeycow likes that? Honeycow wants that?"

Yathi was surprised at how persuasive that offer was. She heard a high-pitched noise, and realized it was her own whimpering only when she saw Mew's smirk. She resumed scratching behind Mew's ears, stroking her hair, whimpering in the catgirl's arms.

And as Mew's fingers dipped between Yathi's legs, Honeycow started to moan with pleasure.

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It wasn't until an hour or so later—Yathi lost track of time as it all dribbled out between her legs, as Mew made her cum again and again until the blanket was a sticky mess, milked her honeycow into a stupor of pure ecstasy—that Yathi's mind once again surfaced. This time, it was to another voice.

"Yathi? Mew? Are you two... decent in there?"

Yathi's panic bubbled up, stronger than ever. "Mew!" she hissed.

"Honeycow," Mew slurred around the nipple. Gods, but she was dosed.

Yathi trembled in pleasure, but as she heard a twig snap and realized Yathi was coming to the tent, she pushed the catgirl away and grabbed her undershirt. She flung it on, mortified at how her breasts were still dribbling a little, mortified at the mess between her legs.

Mew looked up at her, blinking innocently, and planted her lips on Yathi's nipple through the white shirt.

Yathi's breath caught in her throat. "M-Mew, no—"

The catgirl's eyes closed. She sucked just for a moment—just long enough to suck a little bit of honey through the shirt, to make that part of the shirt visibly wet—then pulled away with innocent eyes and smiled.

Yathi stared into Mew's eyes, ashamed at the desire she felt to grab Mew and press her back into her breast, beg her to suckle her into another stupor.

At that moment, the tent flap opened, and Trys poked her head in.

The blonde warrior immediately staggered, as if rendered woozy by the scents in the tent. "... whoa. I mean, um..." She licked her lips. The mead addict took a deep breath. "Um, are you two... ready to leave?"

Yathi and Mew stared at Trys, whose face had grown flushed. Yathi managed words first. "Y-Yes. Why?"

"The Thriae have left the forest. They're back on course. If we want to follow them, we have to leave now." Trys looked at Mew, unable to help but ogle the nude, freckled brunette. The catgirl smiled and ran her hands over her body invitingly. Her lips still dripped with Yathi's honeyed 'milk'. She was a hot, horny mess. "A-Are you coming with, Mew, or not?"

"I suppose so," Mew purred. "I'll follow you guys for now. Maybe I can get my own Thriae out of it! Hee!" She reached out and helped Yathi to her feet, almost chivalrously, smiling as Yathi swayed. "C'mon, honeys—cowards hesitate, fools rush in." And she pranced out of the tent, leaving Trys and Yathi staring wide-eyed into each other's eyes as they both began to lactate.

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The Thriae passed by the old silver mine in silence, smiling slyly at the weatherbeaten wooden sign that stood by the abandoned entrance: Mountain Mine. Humans were so uncreative sometimes.

Tsimpi marched alongside Kentri—slightly behind her, to show her subservience, of course. She grinned up as they drew near the Coastal Range. Carving alongside the western edge of the Evergreen Forest, the Coastal Range was the smaller of Lacra's two mountain ranges, and far harder to reach..

It had taken a long time to get here without their bee mounts. But the bees didn't like the Evergreen.

"We're here," she purred, blinking at Kentri.

"Home." Their commander sighed, gazing longingly at the cliff face before them. She glanced back at Tsimpi. "Do you suppose those humans followed us?"

"Ooh, I hope so!" Tsimpi giggled. "We know how to take care of them, don't we? Otherwise, the poor things will be all on their own with their sweet little addictions."

Kentri smirked. She turned to the other Thriae, and stooped to lock eyes with the woman Kifina was currently cradling in her arms and thrusting two fingers in and out of.

Menta, Druidess of the Seventh Circle, stared back at her with wide, desperate eyes. The catgirl mewled, her tongue lolling out, desperate for another taste.

"You'd know a thing about that, now, wouldn't you?" Kentri cooed.

Kifina giggled. "Ooh, Kentri, may I nurse her again? Her kisses feel, like, soooooo niiiice..." She bounced the catgirl in her arms. Menta was almost her size, but Kifina was, like most Thriae, a lot stronger than she looked—and she loved cradling her playthings. The sight of the humiliated, struggling catgirl made Tsimpi wet. Ooh, that would be fun to do to Kentri sometime...

"No, no." Kentri grinned wickedly, scratching Menta's ear. "This naughty kitty needs to cum a few more times before kitty gets another taste!" She giggled at Menta's desperate whine. "Oh, don't worry, little pet pussy."

She turned back and gazed out over the cliff face, her eyes shining gold in the afternoon sun.

"Soon you'll have more honey than you've ever dreamed of," she whispered.