Intrepid Pawns Ch. 17

"Don't you," the bimbo said silkily, not even slightly a question, and reached down to give his cock a little squeeze, her thumb rubbing ever-so-daintily over the slick, sensitive tip.

And Brist lost.

"Mmm! MMM-HM!" His head bobbed senselessly. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, YES, he wanted it, he needed it--

"And you wanna be gooood for us," Emberli cooed. "Not just so we won't, like, reveal you... though we could~" She grinned and kissed him on the cheek, giggling at his broken expression of helpless panic.

They both know there was nothing he could do to stop them from doing however they pleased to him.

He was at their mercy.

"... but 'cause, like, being gooood for us," Primme burbled, planting her kisses all over his neck, slow, sensuous, wet kisses that made his mind melt, her voice dissolving into a sensuous moan, "feels... soooo... goooood..."

"Soooo embarrassing," cooed Emberli, bouncing against him, her breasts squishing against his bare chest.

"Mm! Mm-hm!" Brist nodded eagerly, desperately.

Obediently.

He couldn't help himself any longer. He couldn't keep building like this--it was too much, it felt too good, and he couldn't take it. He couldn't resist them. He stared at Emberli with wide, pleading eyes, and had never felt so miserably pathetic.

"What?" Emberli asked with mock-innocence. "Gosh, like, do you want something?"

Both sprites giggled.

"Mm! Mmf!" He moaned into the hand and senselessly humped away.

"Make you cum? But we're just silly little mead sprites!" Two's voice in his ear was as slick and sticky as sweet, intoxicating honey. "Like, why don't you just take control and make us?"

"nnngh..." Brist drooled, weakly shaking his head, barely caring that his moans were getting dangerously loud. He dimly heard the others talking in their alcoves, now--drowning out his words as they planned their departure. He tried to listen, but he was too horny, his world too foggy...

"No? You're not in charge?" Emberli blinked big, surprised, beautiful glazed honey eyes up at him. Such a cruel, smug, sexy, irresistible little bimbo... "Does that mean, like... we're in charge?"

He nodded miserably, his cheeks as hot as a furnace, humiliation burning in his heart almost as hot as his lust.

"Oooh," sang Primme, "silly little wizard got controlled by a couple mead sprites. So cute." Her bubbly laughter was like the sweetest music in his ear. "Soooo, like, totally pathetic!"

He whimpered. And bucked.

The mead sprites giggled. They seemed to take a moment to admire their prize, humming happily. Then they leaned in close and cooed in his ears:

"Cum for us, boy~"

Emberli's thigh pressed hard against his cock, and they began to bounce him between them.

And Brist only dimly noticed the hand leaving his mouth as the pleasure came roaring into him, as his cock started to twitch and spurt, as he cried out brainlessly into open air,

"I'm c-cummingg!"

~ ~ ~ ~

Brist remained caught between their soft, warm bodies, twitching and dribbling, drifting, drooling, for what felt like hours as the mead sprites played with his body. They cooed and sang to him as they pumped his cock, kissed all over his now-naked body, eager to see just what cute sounds might come out of their helpless new sprite toy.

The afterglow made time melt into a puddle, a soft, warm, cozy cushion for him to lie back in and give in to everything. Seductively soft. Seductively warm. Just like them. So easy to lie on the floor and lose to pretty girls.

Not even the racing footsteps outside bothered him. His thoughts were goo, nice, ooey-gooey cum drooling from his dumb, dribbling cock. He was the sprites' cute pathetic little toy now, and they'd take good care of...

... care of...

... wait. Footsteps?

Dim memories started to breach the surface as the rosy film of afterglow began to finally fade. His eyes shot to the curtain.

He was being left behind.

The thought gave his mind purpose. He fumbled around, and the sprites barely noticed--they'd settled in the soft folds of his robes as a bedsheet, once again distracted kissing each other, giggling, babbling. They really were very dumb sprites.

He bit his lip. And yet.

He dispelled the thought and found what he was looking for. Thrusting his hand into the pocket of his robe with one hand, and grabbing the robe with his other, he grasped a smooth, very cold transparent disk carved to resemble a sunstone.

And readying his mind, Brist gave a mental pull.

The crystal mage's magic didn't come easy. It had been too long. His mind was too foggy. But mountain tears were easy, and this was his most prized of the collection.

It was with deep relief that he felt the magic flowing through him once more. With the tear's magic came clarity, energy, drive, a surge of adrenaline-fueled strength he had to make use of fast.

With a gasped cry, he shot to his feet, driving the two kissing sprites apart, and pulled on the robe with such force that the sprite were sent tumbling off off. Snatching up his underwear and holding the clothes up to cover his erect cock, he stumbled for the exit.

"Aww, cutiepie, where are you going?" Emberli called after him.

"Don't you wanna be our goood boy?" sang Primm.

"We were gonna let you fuck one of us next~"

"I mean, after playing dressup~"

He bolted under the curtain and ran. Everything was a haze, and the sprites' words didn't help. His cock was still hard--he doubted he would be able to calm down fully until he was out and clear of the sweet scents of this place. He just ran. He had to follow the others, had to keep from getting separated, had to--

He ran into a resin wall with a thud.

For a moment, Brist stood still, pressed against the... not a wall, a door. The door he'd been staring through. His head spun from the impact, and he leaned there briefly to avoid falling. He didn't expect the sprites to chase him, but he surely didn't have long. Supposing...

His heart quickened. Supposing someone in there heard me slam into their front door?

Brist hesitated. His mind was still spinning a little. He needed to check. If they'd heard him, he might accidentally lead them right to the others. He couldn't do that.

He didn't have a choice, did he? Just a quick peek. Just to be safe.

He just needed a second, he told himself, and briefly wondered where the dazed smile on his face had come from as he leaned against the warm, slightly sticky resin door.

It didn't matter. Just a peek. That was all.

Before he could second-guess himself, he pressed his face against the door and peered through the keyhole once more. That wonderful warmth returned instantly, pulsing in waves from the door like a nice cozy hearth, massaging his lingering worries away. Oh... oh, that felt nice...

In the bathing chamber, all was much as it had been before. Countless mead sprites lounged in those squishy honey beds, many in the arms of cooing Thriae drones and warriors. The vast honey pools rippled as sprites swam lazily, cavorting with one another, pushing each other under for extra-deep doses. His gaze lingered on their beautiful golden hair and eyes, thinking of Emberli and Primme, and quickly darted away.

To the Thriae.

He watched, breath catching, as Evadne, the lifeguard Thriae in the two-piece blue swimsuit, strutted right past his view. Her long wavy hair swept behind her as she made her way to a whimpering catgirl sprite who was floundering in the thick honey. "Aww, having trouble?" she teased.

The catgirl mead sprite gazed up at her with honey-gold eyes filled with adoration and longing. Brist stared at her, wondering at the pleasure in those eyes--especially as Evadne used her long ribbon pole to entangle the catgirl and push her deeper under.

Judging by her casual bored expression, Brist guessed you really couldn't drown in mead. You'd just... drink. And drink.

His cock twitched against the warm amber, and he swallowed and looked away.

His eyes drifted over to the leader, the tall platinum blonde in the flowing wedding dress. She was lounging back nearby in a chair, cooing as two mead sprites suckled at her honey-heavy breasts. Wet smacking and slurping sounds came from those two as they whimpered and moaned, as he dimly heard her cooing, "That's it, good little kittens~"

Gods, she was like... like a goddess...

Brist knew he should pull away, but he felt weak at the knees as his eyes drifted helplessly to the image of the strawberry blonde harlot, the almost animalistic, feral slut, who had mounted a new Thriae he hadn't noticed before--a taller woman with red cheeks and a drooling mouth, a Thriae whose eyes were so glazed with submissive helpless desire she could only be a drone. The harlot was bouncing on the drone's cock and moaning insensibly, groping her own tits with lewd abandon. Brist could almost smell her sweet musk from here. He squirmed and rubbed faintly against the door.

And there, nearby, were 'Siproites' and her two companions whose names he hadn't heard. The lovers. They were dressed in identical black corsets, short skirts, and fishnet stockings, and they were utterly inseparable from one another, groping each other, grinding and humping and making out with giggles and moans of pleasure. Brist had never seen such a wanton display of pure sapphic lust, and he'd gone to the Onyx Academy.

He ground his hips, just a little. The hall was cold. The door was warm.

Brist kept looking. There was Hestia, the exquisitely curvy shortstack with the translucent white t-shirt and short red skirt, petting the hair of a dazed, sleepy sprite in her lap, pouring honey from a golden pitcher into his open, drooling mouth. The man senselessly pumped, and she smirked down at it with sly, predatory hunger.

Brist felt heat he couldn't name. He felt himself pressing against the door, panting softly. It was so... they were all so...

Okay, he told himself, you... you checked. You're in the clear. So... it's time to get moving.

And he would, in just a moment. He just had to be sure. He pressed harder against the warm resin door, staring as he watched the blonde bombshells cavort and play with their toys. The door was as smooth as polished opal, but it had a strange softness to it, a yieldingness almost like beeswax or a bar of soap. It felt nice, with its heat. Strangely comfortable.

And it smelled sweet.

He swallowed as he noticed how the harlot's tits bounced with every rise and fall of her wide, generous hips, how her nipples leaked steadily as she played with them. As she let out a squeal of pleasure, he gasped, and her musky scent was mingled with the sweet, heady, smoky-honey scent of the strange door.

It smelled nice.

He breathed in again and felt his head spin a little, and it felt like he was almost floating. Or sinking. He breathed in again, deeper, and felt a dumb, dazed smile spreading across his face.

The door seemed almost to give way for his form, to mold ever-so-subtly around him, providing a soft, cozy surface to lean against. He knelt down, since he was tall enough to see through the keyhole that way and it felt easier, and stared in longing at the dumb, blissful smile spilled across the pinned drone's gorgeous red cheeks. She was so beautiful. They were all so beautiful.

He was sweating. The air felt thick, humid. A heat was surrounding him as he stared, and he felt his cock, still naked and dribbling, twitching as he rubbed it a little more against the door.

It was getting harder to... to focus on the Thriae. Sort of. Or it felt like he wasn't truly seeing them. He was just taking in their beauty, their raw sexuality, their irresistible bodies--built to bring any mortal to their knees with beauty alone. But all he could see was himself kneeling before them.

He knew it was time to go, and the thought made his heart sink. Readying to rise to his feet, to tear his eyes away from the intoxicating visions so freely offered him, he took a deep, steadying breath.

And a silky, sensuous, treacherous voice whispered in his mind: Why not at least get dressed properly first?

His head tilted slightly. He slowly mulled the thought over. It... made sense, didn't it?

He did need to get dressed. He could do that while he stared.

Kept watch. While he kept watch. Biting his lip, Brist fumbled with his robe. Normally he donned it headfirst, but he didn't want to block his view--he could hear Hestia purring condescending encouragement to the plaything in her lap as the sprite lapped honey that had spilled on her thighs, whimpering in joyous embarrassment...

The underwear was harder. His cock was still hard, and indeed, as he pressed himself against the soft, seductive heat of the door, breathed in its heady scent, ground his hips against it, his cock didn't seem to be getting any softer. It was even still dripping, and he flushed at the mess he was making as he awkwardly pulled his hips back from the door and pulled the underwear up so it at least somewhat contained his erection.

He drew the robe around himself and swallowed.

Okay. It was... it was time to go.

The thought filled him with a crushing sense of disappointment. Doubt flickered in his mind as he leaned against the door.

He hesitated. He... he did have to go, didn't he?

It's safe here~

The thought was gentle, delicate, as daintily placed as a dancing sugar maple seed falling on the forest floor. Brist felt himself sluggishly nodding. His vision was hazy, but his lust remained. He was safe here, wasn't he? This door was a nice, soft, warm place to rest.

And he needed to rest, surely. He swallowed, and breathed in deep, and felt himself smiling again. He'd been through so much already. He needed time, to... to help his cock go down. He couldn't very well go when his cock was this hard, could he?

Of course not~

He licked his lips, smiling wider. Yes. Of course not. What a silly thought. He knelt back down and pressed tighter against the door, one hand incidentally still resting in his lap, so close to the embarrassing tent in his underwear. So close to his twitching, drooling cock. He had to wait here, in this heat, breathing in this scent, drooling over the blonde bimbos and temptresses on the other side of this door, and...

He frowned. No, no, wait, what the hell was he doing? He needed to go, didn't he? He need to...

Just relax, purred the voice in his head, sweet and bubbly and reasonable, soothing. Warm and soft. Just relax. We have plenty of time.

The voice massaged his thoughts, stroked his mind like a sleepy kitten. Brist felt his frown melting away, giving way to a big, dumb smile. Yes. Plenty of time. He squirmed a little and adjusted his cock again. Plenty of time to... relax...

You need to let some pressure off, the voice said reasonably in his mind. It sounded so convincing, so casual, so sure of itself, Brist felt sure it had to be right. Need to eeeease the need.

Ease the need. Brist swallowed, reaching down and feeling his cock through the cloth.

That's right, exclaimed the voice, bubbly and pleased. Uh-huh, that's it~! Ease the need. Let go of the load.

Time to touch~

Time to touch. He gasped and shivered and bucked almost instinctively against his hand. His whole body felt deliciously hot. The air smelled so good here. He heard the moans coming from just behind the door, and even as he fell away and turned from the keyhole at last, his vision remained nothing but golden bliss.

He bucked again and giggled dumbly. Oh. It felt so nice...

but... but wasn't he supposed to...

More, purred the voice smugly. you want more.

"More," he whispered aloud, gazing up into endless swirling clouds of amber mist as he lay against the warm, comfortable door and breathed in its intoxicating scent. "... want... mmmore..."

"That's it!" The voice sounded excited now. It also sounded weirdly... closer. More distinct, less a part of Brist's mind and more something else. "Oh, such a gooood boy!"

"good boy." Brist whimpered and grinded against his hand. The words still resonated deeply from the sprites, and they sounded so sweet echoing in his nice, empty head. He rubbed his cheek against the door, loving the soft, warm squishy feeling, the way it gave away beneath his weight when he pressed, the way it seemed to ooze around him...

Sooo good, the voice agreed, with a girlish giggle. Pump pump pump!

"pump..." He giggled, too, stroking vaguely. His underwear made it harder, but...

Take it off, the voice suggested.

"oh..." He blinked, rubbing his cock. He couldn't do much more than slip his hand under and stroke the tip, but it was so slick with precum and cum and honey... "b-buh... but don't I need it?"

No, the voice revealed sweetly.You just need to pump and pump and pump!

His eyes lit up, and then immediately glazed over with pleasure as he pulled his underwear back down. Yes, of course! It made so much sense in that sweet musical voice. It was obvious. He giggled. He was so dumb for not remembering it.

Yes you are, the voice cooed. That's it, now, just pump and pump and...

"pump pump pump!" he cooed back. And he obeyed. He pumped his big, dumb cock, moaning as his head sank forward into the door.

Yes! Peals of laughter. Wow, I... teehee! That's right! Pump pump pump! Stroking feels sooo good, doesn't it?

He nodded happily. Pulses of pleasure filled his mind like the final flashes before sunset as he leaned into the soft gooey amber...

Just look at you. Sooo dumb.

Dumb. He managed to frown vaguely at this. He wasn't dumb. He was... he'd done so well at the, um, at the... learning magic place...

Aww, teehee, don't worry, dummy! It's a good thing! Soothing waves of pleasure flowed through the door into his brain, and the big, idiotic smile returned. Boys should be dumb.

"oh." He blinked. Was that really true? It sounded true, coming from the voice...

Being dumb is just soooo much easier, the voice cooed. You loooove being dumb.

"uh-huuhh..." Pump pump pump...

Boys love pumping themselves soooo dumb and stupid and brainless, the voice went on smugly. Until they can't even take care of themselves anymore!

He panted, pumping up and down, loving the lewd sounds from below. "guhh... b-buhh..."

Something she'd said made him confused, though. If boys couldn't take care of themselves...

Omigod, you're sooo dumb! the voice teased. Brist giggled proudly. If boys can't take care of themselves, obviously pretty girls can do it! We're soooo much more smarter!

Oh! Oh, that made so much sense. He smiled happily and pumped away. He was getting close to cumming, and then he'd be all dumb, and he'd need a pretty girl to take care of him then. He hoped a pretty girl would come by soon!

Oh, I can help with that, the voice said slyly. Just be a good boy and... The honey door was so nice and sticky and gooey as it seemed to flow up his legs. ... give me a taste~

TO BE CONTINUED...