Early Bird: Honey Honey Honey (half-edited)

Suuuper embarrassed about this, but yeah, it's a "half-finished" paid post. I don't even have a final title yet. Haven't had to do one of these in ages, which is why I hope you'll forgive me for it. It'll be fully edited either tomorrow or Sunday!

Oh, and if you want to avoid the unedited parts, stop reading around the point he arrives at the cottage.

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 “<i>You're just getting so silly, aren't you? So silly and sleepy. Such a sweet boy...</i>”

“Would you stop that?” Alrek scowled down at the large champagne bottle strapped to his belt. It was glowing a pale pink, and the lights spiraling inside—and the contorting, writhing body—were almost hypnotic.

“<i>You never want me to stop,”</i> a resonant voice inside whispered. “<i>You wanna be a good, silly, horny—YEEK!”</i>

Well, not almost. He gave the bottle a little shake, causing the wicked bubble sprite to go bouncing around, bonking off of the sides. She glared at him through the thick, hypnosis-dampening glass.

“I said, stop it,” Alrek snapped.

“Fuck you!”

“We could've been getting along a lot better this whole journey if you talked like that from the get-go.”

She pouted. “Well, can you blame me for trying?”

Alrek chewed his inner cheek. “Considering you're being sent to this 'Verdant Ward' place because you kept trying to brainwash people... yeah, I think so. That'd make sense, right?”

She stuck her tongue out at him. She was a tiny thing, barely larger than an average fairy—hence the 'celebration-sized' champagne bottle. She was slender and pale, with a mane of bright wavy red hair done up in a massive topknot. Tall, too—maybe eight inches. Her eyes smoldered a deep purple thanks to the red glass and the pink glow. They were naturally blue, Alrek was pretty sure, and just a bit too large to be proportional. Sparkles hung around her in the bottle, like moths around a lamp.

Alrek couldn't wait to be done with this quest. Not that he had any problem with the Wild Continent in general, but every fey he met seemed to expect him to know the customs, and he did not speak even a smattering of the local tongues. Every fey he met also seemed to expect him to fuck them, and though they weren't usually inclined to push the issue, the social anxiety this inflicted was only slightly preferable to the risk of being brainwashed.

“You can be as pissed as you like,” he said, patting the bottle and continuing through the bamboo forest. “But brainwash a barmaid, you go to the Ward. Seems like a simple, uh, cause-and-effect to me.”

“Fuck off. If I weren't in this bottle, I'd be brainwashing the shit out of you.”

Alrek snorted. “You're, what, two inches tall?”

“I'm eight and a half!” she snarled, incensed. “And you wouldn't be laughing if I were able to cover you in sparkles... spiraling, sparkling, catching your eyes... ooh, sinking... sinking...”

Alrek rolled his eyes. “You're hypnotizing yourself off the reflections in the glass again.

There was a pause.

“I knew that.”

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“Is this really the place?” Alrek wasn't asking Verre, of course. Just thinking aloud as he studied the great silver gates—currently open, conveniently. “I was expecting, like, a dungeon, or some kinda miserable castle.”

He strode inside, keeping his eyes peeled for trouble. The Verdant Ward was apparently prison to countless mischievous fey, and though they were somewhat controlled here, he was given to understand that the main controls were the two Wardens who kept them in line. How they did so he wasn't sure.

He made his way past a few tall hazelnut trees to a small, pleasant-looking house, and knocked at the door.

He waited.

“Maybe they're not home,” Verre said, sounding a bit too eager. “Maybe they're out. Better leave me by the doorstep and, um...”
“Yeah, sure.” Alrek rolled his eyes. He'd been warned very firmly about his prisoner's eagerness to be left unattended. If someone wasn't aware of her tricks, and wasn't as strong-willed as Alrek happened to be, they would be easy enough to trick into staring into Verre's eyes. And she'd be free pretty damn quickly after that.

They waited in silence.

Alrek knocked again and waited.

“Huh.”Vverre sounded surprised.”Maybe they're <i>not</i> home.”

“Shut up.” Alrek knocked again, louder.

After fifteen minutes of Alrek growing increasingly impatient—and Verre growing increasingly insistent—Alrek began to suspect that they weren't home.

He sat down on the steps, resting one hand on the bottle on his hip to hide Verre from view. Well, shit. He didn't like complications, but no things were getting complicated. He had a fw choices.

He could wait here, and hope somebody showed up. He didn't like that choice, but it was probably the safest.

He could leave. Not really an option—he wasn't getting paid if he didn't complete the delivery, and there was no way he was leaving a creature as dangerous as Verre unattended.

Or he could look around for the Wardens. This wasn't a great option, but it might get him out of here faster, especially if he was careful and sneaky.

Alrek chewed his inner cheek. No. Better to wait.

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Alrek waited about two hours, and the sun was getting low in t he sky when he stood up. “Okay, screw it.”

He didn't want to be here after dark, he knew that much. All sorts of fey could sneak up on him in the dark. Alrek looked around squinting against the dim light.

There was a cottage atop a hill he'd noticed earlier. Maybe, despite appearances, <i>that</i> was where the Wardens lived.

He started walking, ignoring the tune Verre had begun to hum.

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Alrek was already on his guard when he saw a pretty blonde sitting next to the cottage door, playing with three elaborately-carved tops. She stared at the tops, spellbound. When she looked up at him, and her face split into a wide grin, and he noticed the deep gold of her eyes—the gossamer wings just abrely visible fluttering behind her back—he took a step back.

“Hi!” she said excitedly, eyes out of focus. She rose to her feet, swaying slightly. “S-So good to see you again, um... Master.”

“Ooh, look,” Verre cooed. “Those tops have spirals on 'em. I bet she's been hypnotizing herself.”

“Uh-huh!” Sylvia blinked, then nodded rapidly. “Yes, Mistress. Sylvia has been good. Sylvia loves it here. Mm...”

“Are they all like this?” Alrek muttered. “Or is this just a her thing?”

Sylvia giggled.”umm... uh-huh.”

“Sylvia,” Verre said softly, musically. “Syyylvia.”

“Ooh.” Sylvia's eyelids fluttered. “h-hi, Mistress. You're,  like... so... sparkly...”

“I know I am,” Verre said smugly. “Listen, do you wanna be a g—“

Alrek placed a hand over the bottle and waved it util Sylvia's eyes lost some of that bubble sprite glaze. “Sylvia, do you know whwere the Wardens are?”

“Mm...” Sylvia nodded dreamily, smiling up at him. “Ooh. I thought you were Senya. Hee!” She beamed “Like, it'd be pretty bad if I tried to brainwash you the way we like to beainwash him. Heehee. You don't even look like him. All rough and strong, right?”

“... Okay. So where is the Wardne?”

“Um...” Sylvia put a finger to her lips, clearing thinking hard, struggling to shake off the lingering trance. “Gosh, I dunno. Ooh!” Her eyes lit up, and she drew a slip of paper and little quill out of seemingly thin air. She pressed the tip of the quill to her tongue and sarted to write.

“What is she doing?” Alrek muttered.

“Dunno, Snatch.” Verre said. “She seems battier than a belfry to <i>me</i>, but--”

“Here!” Sylvia rolled the slip up and whistled a few short notes./

A message bird dropped out of the sky and perched on hr hand. She beamed at the creature, tucked the slip of paper into a little pocket strapped to its leg, and sent it flying back up.

“We have message birds now!” she said redundantly. “Birdy's, like, um, gonna go get the Wardens. Whie we wait for Senya and Kitten to arrive, though, you wanna come inside?”

Alrek grimaced. “I don';t...”

He glanced behind him, ad noticed how close the sun was to setting. A faint whistling reached him over the fields and bamboo forests. Music. Panpipes.

“This place is wild,” he muttered. Louder, he said, “Fine. Let's go inside.”

“Yay!” She opened the door and bounced through, beckoning for him to follow.

Inside, the cottage was surprisingly—and suspiciously—roomy. Alrek followed Sylvia into a shared room, with a counter dividing a quaint little kitchen from a living room area. He noticed Sylvia trying to steer him towards a very soft-looking armchair, and pointedly did not sit.

“Such a nice home you have,” Verre said, her tone sly and calculated.

“Aw, thanks!” Sylvia beamed at the jar, her eyes sparkling ith delight. “You're such a sweetie, Mis—ooh, sorry, what was your name?”

“Mistress is fine!” Verre chirped.

As she and Sylvia giggled and chattered, Alrek studied his surroundings intently. It was a very nice place, somewhat reminiscent of a goblin maid's home in the homeyness of it. A fire crackled softly in the nearby fireplace—somewhat strange, as Alrek didn't recall seeing a chimney. The kitchen seemed well-stocked, if cramped. Three doors led out of this room, likely to bedrooms and the sort.

He could swear he heard sounds coming from one of those doors...

Sensing someone had moved very close to him, Alrek turned and jumped. Sylbvioa was standing right behind him, her eyes nbig and gold, beaming at... Verre.

“That's right,” Verre said, her tone as conversational as ever, “it's <i>nice</i> to jus, you know, sink deeper and deeper...”

“Deeper!” sylvia giggked and nodded eagerly, her tone also still conversational and bubbly. But her eyes spoke of a very deep struggle taking place within her—one the Thriae was losing handily.

Alrek waved a hand hurriedly in front of the bottle, disrupting Sylvia's gaze. “Okay, that's enough of that. How long until—”

He was cut off as Sylvia thrust a hot mug into his hands, nimbly taking his fingers and wrapping them around the hand before he had time to respond. She patted the hand and smiled brightly up at him. “Hey, like, can I interest you in a drink?” she asked, batting her eyelshes. Her lips were very plump and full, Alrek noted uncomfortably.

“No thanks.” Alrek set the mug down on the coffee table. Sylvia was way within his personal space, so he took a step back, relucantly sitting on the couch. From her sparkling eyes, he couldn't shake the sense that was was exactly what she had wanted. “I don't drink anything a Thriae hands me. No offense.”

“Ooh.” Sylvia blinked. “How come? Like, oh my <i>gosh</i>, Thriae drinks are just the <i>best</i>.” She started to mve as if to sit next to Alrek, and he blocked her with his leg and a glare. She was totally unfazed, though. Alrek had a feeling she had never left the pleasuretrance they'd found her in.

“How much honey did you put in that milk?”

Sylvia concealed a bashful grin. “Aw. Only a tablespoon or two!”

“Yeah, well, i'm not here to play around.” Alrek crossed his arms, staring the ditzy fey down. “I'm just here until—“

The nearby door opened, and the strong smell of musk and honey wafted out as two tall, impossibly curvy Thraie strode in,t heir hips swaying with every step, their hands running down their impossibly narrow waists—and eahc other's. They each wore thin white t-shirts and blue boyshorts that left nearly nothing to the imagination.

They stopped short, seieng Alrek, and quickly stopped groping each other. “Ooh, Sylvi,” exclaimed one, her eyes widening, “you didn't tell us we had <i>company</i>”!

“Yeah!” Sylvia clapped her hands together excitedly. “i didn't wanna interrupt you while you were havin' fun. Don't worry, though! I got him all happy for us!”

“No, she didn't.” Alrek rolled his eyes. “I'm here to deliver this bubble sprite to the Warden. If this is going where I think it is, though, I'm just gonna leave and take my chances with whatever's outside.”

“No, no!” One of the newcomer Thriae put her hands up quickly. “Like, we're not gonna brainwash you. We aren't allowed—Wardens would be, like, <i>soooo</i> disappointed in us.”

“Kitten might not even eat us out!” the other sulked. “They can't resist us, but they <i>can</i> refuse to visit.”

“oh, yeah.” Sylvia seemed to deflate slightly. “I forgot that's how things run now. Stupid sexy Wardens.”

They turned back to Alrek, who, still itting on the couch, felt a little like a bug in a jar. The two Thriae newcomers bounced up, reaching out honey-slick hands to shake. “Pleased tomeet you!”

He ignored the hands. “Who are you people?”

They exchaged wry grins. “I'm, um, Lala,” said one, “and this is Lata. You gotta excuse Sylvi, she's been denied her orgasm privileges until she stops trying to brainwash the Wardens.”

“Like, more than she's s'posed to,” Lata saud, winking. “It's okay to play, but trying to hack the collar is naughty.” She glanced back, petting Sylvia's head as Syliva sat on the arm of the couch. Alrek scooted away from her, but she seemed more intent on the wine glass, anwyay.s

“Great. So you're all prisoners, right?” Alrek shifted slightly as Sylvia practically oozed into the seat next to him. He dimly heard Verre cooing at Sylvia, and realizing she was probably hypnotizing the Thriae again, he placed a hand on the bottle. But Sylvia didn't seem to be doing anything just yet. And all of Verre's chants seemed to mostly be about playing with herself. Verre was just giving herself a show.

“I guess!” Lata giggled. She sat down on the couch opposite Alrek. “I mean, like, oh my <i>gosh</i>, it's soooo much fun here!”

“The Wardens are so cute,” Lala purred, sititng beside Lata. “Sometimes we just like to push Kitten between outr legs and hold her... <i>juuust</i> out of reach, and get her to beg to lick us out.”

“Sometimes I like to just drip honey onto little Senya's cock until he's just a <i>mess</i>,” Lata said, licking her lips.

“Great. Wonderful.” Alrek snorted. “So not to tempt fucking fate here, but is there a reason you aren't just using those wings to try to knock me out?”

They all giggled—even Sylkvia, distantly, as she stroked herself rapidly in time with Verre's whispers. “'Try'.” Lata iwnked.

Sylvia was starting to lean against Alrek, panting, staring at the bottle and its sparkling, spiralling captive, like she'd lost the ability to sit up straight.

“We aren't allowed to thrum anymore,” Lala said sadly. “We aren't allowed to brainwash anyone but the Wardens. We're supposed to be learning our lessons.

They exchanged knowing giggles. Clearly, the Thriae didn't think much of this effort, and didn't mid it much, either.

Alrek gave a statrt. Sylvia wasfully leaning against him now, rubbing her foot against his ankle. He glared at her and pulled his foot away, but she was actually very ehavy, ad her breasts pressed against his side as she stared in rapt attention at...

The bottle.

“That's right,” he heard Verre purring. “That's a good girl. And you're just gonna hafta stroke faster, and faster...”

Alrek shoved Sylvia away, his head feeling strangely foggy. He rapped his knuckles against the bottle glass. “Cut it out!” he hissed at the bublbe sprite.

Verre just stuck her tongue out, then grinned evily, watching sylvia lying belly-up on the couch and stroking herself helplessly. Verre's own fingers wre between her legs as she leered at the tranced Thriae.

“... so, yeah, it's pretty fun,” Lala was saying, giggling. “Like, they give us this nice house, and a super nice bedroom...”

“Ooh, yeah,” Lata cooed, beaming, “the bed's really soft!”

“I think it's got goosefeather in it.”

“Isn't there fleece sprite wool?”

“No, no, the wool is in the pillows.”

“Wasn't it fleece sprite wool once?”

“Hm. I dunno! That soiunds familiar.” Lala frowned. “ooh, wait, we're thinking of the blankets! We used to have those nice blankets. Oh my gosh, I'm suc a bimbo.”

“You're just dumb when you're horny,” lata teased, kissin her neck tenderly.

Alrek shook his head. Their babble was making him tired, and he regretted getting a bad night's sleep th eother night. The air was so heavy here, and he dimly remembered that there had been a window... hadn't there? He couldn't see it now. It was awfully smokey in here, though.

He shook himself again Lala and Lata were bantering about something—complimenting each other's breasts in low, flirtatious tones. He realized he was staring at Sylvia's breasts as she wriggled and bounced.

“Like, they're so <i>cute</i>!” Lala was cooing, running her hands over Lata's shirt. “So perky when you touch them.”
Lata giggled. “That's 'cause they wanna be sucked on, silly.”

“Ooh. I looove suckling!”

“Oh my gosh, me too! Especially on your nipples. Like, they're so <i>cute</i>! so perky...”

Alrek licked his lips, staring at Sylvia. It felt like it would be so easy—so wonderfully simple—to just lie facedown in those breasts, to fasten his lips to a nipple and just...

He took in a deep breath, again wondering why he hadn't seen a chimney on the way in. his head swam and buzzed. Sylvia looked so wet, and warm... so sweet...

It would be so, so easy... to drink...

Alrek gave a start, realizing he held in his hands the same mug Sylvia had given him earlier. And he was holding it up to his lips. It smelled creamy. Sickeningly sweet. Intoxicating.

He blinked, staring down at her as she smiled eagerly up at ihm and boiunced her breasts together. The motion almost send his mind back into the oozing place, but he shook him self roughly and emptied the drink ont the floor.

This got Lala's and Lata's attention, and they gave litle sounds of upset at this./ “Aw, you made a mess!” Lala scowled. Lata, who had been inches from suckling Lala's tit through the hsirt, pulled back, red-faced.

“Yeah,” Alrek growled, standing up, “I think this has, uh...” he swayedslightly before righting himself. “This has gone on long enough. I'm done. We're gonna...”

He felt an empty space at his side.

Alrek spun and saw Sylvia, smiling blissfully as she held the bottle bwteeen her breasts and struggled to open it. He reached down and snatched the bottle from her, resting one hand against the back of the couch to help himself stay steady as he straightened again.

“You,” he hissed at Verre, “are only making this worse.”

Verre, still stroking hersefl, spared one hand to send him a rude gesture, her eyes heavy-lidded and her lips pouting in disappointment.

“Oh, but you can't leave yet!” Lala giggled. “You've gotta wait here for the Wardnes!”

“Yeah, fuck that.” Alrek started around the coffeetable. At first, he went left, but Lala and Lata moved to intercept him, so he went right—towards the armchair. Alrek had an uneasy feeling of deja vu.][

“okay, but we already sent them the message,” lata said, shrugging. “so, like, this is where they're coming.”

“You've gotta wait here,” Lala insisted. “Just until they get here!”

Alrek hesitated. He stood at one end of the table, staring the eager Thriae down. He knew they were full of shit, but they were blocking the way.

And the Wardens would be here soon. They could help him out of any trouble these Thriae tried to get him into. They might not be able to back him up if he wandered outside and got picked off by something more mobile. He had to stay in one place.

“You've gotta stay here,” burbled a weak voice, and he looked down to see Sylvia beaming up at him, storking her pussy with two fingers and inxching her nipples with the other hand. She was biting her lip as honey dribble dout of all three holes—four, if you counted the drool. Verre had really done a number on her. She reeked][ of sex and sweetness.

“Fine,” he muttered, swallowing as he looked back to Lala and Lata. He took a step back. “i'll... just wait here until they get here.”

“Of course!” Lata and Lala said at once, then giggled at their synchronicity. Alrek watched Sylvia intently, but she didn't react. It was like she hadn't even heard him, so intense was her non-orgasm. Lala and Lata were on eithe risde of him, easing him back as he watched Sylvia whimper and writhe. As he sank into the armchair, he noticed Lala and Lata exchange wicked grins.

“Mm...” Lalaried to plant a kiss on him, and he barely lurched away in time to avoid it. His whole mind seemed to be... thickening. “That's right, honey. Just stay here and... relax.”

“Isn't it funny,” Lata breathed, “how good it feels to sink? Like you're sinking into nice, soft blankets...”

The scents of the air were getting thicker, muskier, like perfumed sweet smoke. Alrek was getting sleepier, more confused, more certain that this was not good and more uncertain as to wht could be the matter with these two beautiful women running their hands over him, trying to kiss him.

Alrek felt himself sinking into the comfortable armchair, and dimly noticed the Thriae all giggling—and Verre, too, he heard her wicked, muscal laugh—as he wondered why the three fey seemed to be growing hotter and hotter.

“Niiiice, soft blankets,” Lala cooed in his ear. “Feels soooo good...”

Alrek shook his head, struggling with all his might to rise. But he could feel the magic of the chair already at work, sending his whole body to sleep. He might as well have lain down in quicksand.

“So good to siiiink,” Lata whispered into his other ear. “Ooh, that's good, isdn't it? Tyhat's a glood boy.”

Alrek was taking shallow breaths now, trying not to think about what they were about to do to him. It had been a trap. An though he'd thoiught he would be ready for it, he hadn't been. His only hope now was to wait for the Wardens to arrive. At least he'd seen Sylvia send the bird out.

The same bird that... was now perched on his knee, looking up at him quizzically. The parchment was still tied to its leg.

And then Sylvia was kneeling between his legs, dismissing hebird, giggling up at him. “Aw, he's back!” she burbled, ruinning her hands over his legs—still clothed, thankfully.

That was less of a reliev as the thriae started to climb into his lap, her skirt already slipped down to the floor. She held the roll of parchment, beaming at him. “I guess the Wardens didn't like my letter. Wanna see what I wrote?”

Alrek watched as she unfurled the paper to reveal...

A strikingly high-quality drawing of a blurry-faced man—unmistakably Alrek—sitting in an armchair, with a cartoonish version of Sylvia bouncing in his lap. The real Sylvia giggled as his eyes traveled slowly to the man's face. He was sucking on Sylvia's index finger, as honey dripped from her hand.

“Naaughty Sylvia,” purred lala. “<i>Teasing</i> the Warden so.”

Sylvia cooed and wriggled, clearly overwaught at Lala's teasing tone. Alrek shivered as her hips ground against his imprisonmed cock.

She saw this, unfortunately. “Aw!” She leaned in close. “Am I <I>teasing</i> you?” Her eyes were as bright as fireflie.s

Alrek noticed her hands sneaking towards the bottle and gripped it tightly. He couldn't hear what Verre was doing, but it sounded suspiciously like she was laughing her ass off at all of this. Damn her.

He tried to shvoe Sylvia away, as he had done before, but then he felt two warm, curvaceous bodies slide into the chair next to him, Lala on his left, Lata on his right. They pressed against himt ightly, restraining his arms as their fingers slipped beneath his shirt and armor and started toying with the straps.

“No,” he muttered, as his cock throbbed at the strong, thick scent of honey and musk. The thought of what Lala and Lata had been doing mere minutes ago to make the smell this powerful made him feel faint inside. Or maybe that was the thick smoke from the chimneyless fire, which, he vaguely realized, probably wasn't burning actual wood.

“Shh, sweetie,” murmured Lala, nibbling is earlobe. “We're gonna have so much <i>fun</i> with you!”

“You'll love it,” Lata agreed, gently unbuttoning his shirt to leave his chest exposed. “We're gonna make you love it. Sweeties always love it. Isn't that right, Sylvia?”

“Mm-hmmm...” Sylvia had a blissful smile on her face as she stared into Alrek's eyes. Lala and Lata were taller than him, and though Sylvia was a bit shorter, she was able to loom over him while in his lap. Alrek looked up at the three, and at Sylvia's ripe, sweet-smelling, glistening breasts—almost at eye-elvel—and his breath cuaght in his throat. “Feel <i>sooooo</i> good to just do as we say.”

Her fingers played over his, still gripping the bottle. He tightened his grip. “F-Fuck off,” he managed.

They just giggled as his shirt slipped off, and Lala and Lata started running their slick, sticky hands over it, easing the honey into his skin. Alrek was starting to feel tingly, and his head...

“Stop it,” he panted, and tried to push their hands away.

Then they started kissing him.

They were loud, wet, messy kisses—the sort of kisses where half the idea was the humiliating adoration being lavished on him. Lata kissed his neck tenderly, cooing wordless pleasure and praise. Lala's lush lips planted honeyed kiss after kiss on his face—and when he tried to lean away from her, they only giggled and switched rolls, Lala kissing and licking his neck while Lata blanketed his face in kisses.

They were smothering him in kisses, only pausing to purr, “Good boy,” and “Let it all slip away, sweetie,” every now and again. And att the while, Sylvia bounced her breasts in front of him, beaming innocently as her finger played along a nipple. Her ass ground against his cock, and it was all he could do not to cum in his pants not there.

He knew if he came like that, he would be lost. They would relish his embarrass,ment even as they stirpped from him the capacity to feel anything but joy at the thought of cumming in his pants for them.

Sylvia's breasts jiggled enticingly. Alrek coulkd almost swear he heard the honey sloshing around within.

His mouth watered as he watched her tis, hhis whole head buzzing helplessly. He licked his lips, and suddenly realized that she was swaying back and forth slightly—and he was swaying without even thinking about it. Back and forth. Back and forth. Follow the nippple. Follow the sweet, beautiful breast as it swung before his eyes.

He only dimly noticed as Sylvia rose upward slightly, because at the same time she bounced her breasts together, and he was lost in the sight. He felt his trousers slipping down to his ankles, and a strange feeling of gratitude swelled within him.

It was so kind of his Mistresses to ensure he wouldn't have to cum for them in his pants.

Alrek blinked. What a... humiliating thought.

Anger surged in him. As Sylvia was lowering back down to resume her lapdance, he tore his arms free from the soft vises of his two kissing captors and shoved her off. She fell to the floor with an, “Ooh!”

He sprang to his feet, and swayed so badly he nearly fell right back down. Zgrippinng the bottle tihtly, he

blinked.

Sparkles and bubbles danced in front of his eyes. Spiralled. Spun.

'That's right,” said a familiar voice smugly, as Verre rose into view, dancing on one of the larger bubbles. She smiled at him, her red eyes shining brilliantly. “Didn't I tell you how pretty my sparkles are? Don't they just...” She gave a twirl. “spiiiiin out of control?”

Alrek swayed. He tried to close his eyes, but the spiralling sparklkes held him, dazzled him. Verre smirked as Alrek, dressed in only his underwear, swayed back and forth, forward and backwad...

Sylvia rose back up, smiling at him as her eyes reflected the spirals. Alrek felt the soft hands of Lala and Lata taking him by the wrists as Sylvia turned and rubbed her body against him, easing him back, grinding her hips against him.

“Isn't she pretty?” she whispered, as his whole body tingled with the effects of minor honey exposure, as he felt how wet Sylvia was through his undergarments. “Isn't she <i>beautiful</i>?”

“Nnuh...” Alrek whimpered as he was eased back into the chair. He sank deep, deep, deep as Verra flew around his and Sylvia's head, captivating both of them.
Alrek's head was spinning, spiraling. How had... how had Verre...

He managed to look numbly at the bottle in his hands.

It was a different bottle. A bottle with a little image engraved on the surface of a... a very sapphic flower dripping with nectar.

It was a bottle of distilled Thriae mead. And judging by the warmth, it was fresh.

Sylvia giggled and started to wriggle in his lap again. Alrek moaneed, helplessly close to climax. It was mloike Sylvia knew exactly how to bring him to the edge and keep him there, and he shuddered with unwanted pleasure every time she brought him to the edge and then slowed her lapdance to slow, subtle squirming.

“S-Stop...” he gasped.

Sylvia smiled right into his eyes as Lala and Lata planted loud, wet kisses on both of them. Her eyes glowed with amber light in the dim, intimate candlelight. Her hand took his, still holding the bottle.

“You just need to get a little <i>sweeter</i>,” she cooed, as she raised the bottle up to his lips. As he raised the bottle., Her hand just encouraged him.

“Sweet boys drink deep,” Lala moaned in one ear.

“Sweet boys cum lots,” Lata purred into his other ear, punctuating her words with a long, wet kiss on the cheek.

Alrek didn't remember putting the bottle to his lips. Surely Sylvia had doine that. Even thoguh Sylvia's hand was back to toying with her nipple. Surely Sylvia had made him somehow, tricked him. It felt as though she could trick him into doing whatever she wanted right now. She might be a ditz, but he... he couldn't...

He didn't remember putting the bottle to his lips, but as sweet, toxic mead coursed down his throat, and his head started to buzz pleasurably, the sweetness of the Thriae's praise poured into him like the thickest, sugaryest syrup. Sylvia's wriggles began to become more prnounced, taking on an unbearable rhythm as he started to moan.

He kept drinking, lost in the wonderful taste, in the heady sensations of sensitivity. Everything around him seemed to be glowing. He had never known that he had a preference for blondes, but right now, Alrek knew he would do anything if one of these honey-haired goddesses would plant even a single finger on his bare cock.

Ad when the bottle was empty, and Lala was taking the bottle away, and when Sylvia was holding out a dripping index figner wiuth a wide smile... Oh, Alrek could do notihng but part his lips and moan as he started to suck on her finger like a good boy.

And he knew he was a good boy. Part of Alrek glowed with pride as they lavished poraiuse and kisses in equal quantities. He knew they were just keeping him dumb and confused with all these kisses and “good boys” and licks and “there's our sweet boy”s, but he couldn't... muster the tohught... to make them stop. Or to want them to stop. He was covered in their kisses, covered with their honey. As Sylvia gave him another honey-slick fionger to suck on, beaming and encouraging him to take his “medicine”, he didn't even think about it as his mouth opened wide to suck on a new target. His eyes drank in the sight of her jiggling, perfect breasts greedily, longing for her to give the order, longing to drink her deep...

The fingers finally pulled out, with a wet popping sound,m and Alrek went red at their squeals of laughter at how <i>eager</i> he was. He felt Lata take his head and rotate it, and could only star ehelplessly into her shining golden eyes as she came in for a kiss right on the lips.

He drowned in her taste, in her tongue, in her lips. She moaned against him, and his whole mind spun out of conttrl.

As Lala took him and drowned him in her own kiss, Alrek felt ecstasy welling inside him, and he started to whine. He was so close to cumming!

And he was having trouble remembering whether that was a bad thing. It felt so, so good.

“Stop,” he managed, which only seemed to get Sylvia tobounce faster. “Please, please... stop...”

“Aww.” Lala kissed him sweetly. “You don't want us to stop.”

“You want us to milk you,” lata cooed, “into a sticky, drippy mess.”

“You want to be a siolly, happy bimbo,” verre sang.

“You wanna cuuum,” Sylvia cooed. Her gravity-defying breasts bounced. “Cum, cum, cum!”

Alrek's breath caught, and held. He stared helplessly as pleasure boiled, roiled, bubbled to the surface...

He felt so good, so sweet and sticky, so dumb and horny...

The spirals were all around him, bathing him in submission, in brainwashing magic, drawing his eyes in endless circles as the Thriae smiled happily, triumphantly, enjoying their newest toy..

The air was so musky and sweet, so smoldering and heady and hot, it was so, so hot...

Sylvia's ass felt so good bouncing in his lap, lala and Lata felt so good caressing his bare, tingling chest, giving him endless brainwashing kisses to overwhelm him with their poisonous honey...

And everything

Tasted

so

sweet.

And as Sylvia's breasts fully captivated his mind, Alrek whimpred,. “please.”

Sylvia blinked big, oblivious eyes at him. “What was that, sweetie?”

“Please,” he whined, unable to hold himself back now that the dam had burs,t “please, let... lemme...” He leane dforward, but Sylvia giggled and pulled back, just out of reach.

“What is it, boy?” lata cooed, pinching his nipple gently.

“What are you trying to telkl us?” Lala whispered, tickling his underarms until he cried out, bringing his arms back to his sides to be trapped once more.

“What do you <i>want</i>?” Sylvia cooed, as she bounced rhythmically.

Over her shoulder, Verre gave him a triumphant grin. She had won, almost. All she was waiting for now was for him to... to...

“Suckle!” Alrek cried, lsoinghimself completely to his need. “Please, please—please, just—just let me suckle!

The Thriae were giggling openly, great peals of laugher. Alrek endured their teasing with a buzzing brain and an empty mind.

Sylvia cupped her breast, biting her lip, and for a moment he thought she was going to tease him with it.

But she looked almost a s horny as he felt as she just whispered, “You're ours now,” and guided his mouth to her nipple.

And as he began to suckle, perfect, overwhelming sweetness filled his head, and he was cumming in his underwear, and Sylvia was clutching him as Lala and Lata drowned him in praise, and his eyes closed on Verre's smug, wicked grin. Pleasure consumed his mind after that, and Alrek lost himself to the orgasm.

~ ~ ~ ~

“... and so we just wondered if you'd seen anything,” Senya finished, staring intently at the ceiling as Lata and Lala smiled at him. He bit his lip, trying veryhard not to look into their eyes, so pretty and glimmery and gold. He an Valina had a lot of work to do today, especially with this missing delivery.

He tried hardest enough not to look at Valina. When they had invited her to sit down in the living room, sjhe hadn't even thought before obliging—only to have Lala and l;ata sit on either side of her and easily, smoothly, and dangerously casually start fingerfucking her and giving her honeyed kisses. She was currently moaning and mewing, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips parted, totally lost to the pleasure. Senya, Warden of the Verdant Ward, had to fight very hard not to look at her. T think about how good she probably felt right now.

“Well, like, gosh.” Lata put a finger to her lips. “I wish we could help you, Senya! But we haven't seen anyone.”

“Maybe ask Sylvia if you see her,” Lala said with a sly grin. “You know how <i>naughty</i> she's been lately. I think I saw her out by the vineyard.”

Senya's cheeks colored. He had a feeling they wer ejust saying that in the hopes tht he would run afoul of Scarlet and Tricin. But now he would have to check. “Okay, thanks. I appreciate it. This delivery is, um, super important. And it's running late.” Realizing he was repeating himself, he shook his jead. <i>I really should have... asked them to tamp down the amber fire before we came in. Silly.</i> He smiled vacantlty.

Lala and Lata smled back, helping Valina to her feet and guiding her around the coffeetable to spill into Senya;'s arms. Senya stared into the catgirl's ebdroom eyes and felt her fingers stroking him, fgelt her purring against his chest.

“Well, we'relike, so sorry we couldn't help you.” Lata cooed, as they helped him and Valina to their feet—even as Valina started humping his leg , giving little high-pitched squeals.

“Super sorry,” lala agreed, as they were steered toward the door.

“Come back soon!” they chimed as one, as Senya and Valina were unceremoniously deposited outside in the grass.

Senya gasped as Valina grinned, rising atop of him, her eyes shining with predatory glee as her pussy lined up with his cock.

“Mew!” she said happily, and started to ride him.

As she did so, Senya couldn't help but think the Thriae had been awfully quick to get rid of them.

~ ~ ~ ~

As Lala and lata closed the door, they exchanged sly grins, and a little kiss.

“Such a silly boy,” Lala purred, sauntering towards the bedroom door.

“Such a silly girl,” Lala agreed, following after.

They glanced behind them, ensuring that nobody hadf followed them. But they both knew that s honeyed up as Kitten was, there was no way they were going to be overheard.

Lala opened the bedroom door and entered. Lata followed, as a high-pitched squeal rang out.

Sylvia sat atop the great bed, moaning, crying out, as beneath her the human they had opted to call 'Sweetie' suckled hungrily at her breast and pounded up helplessly into her. Helplessness was writ in his ees, hs wordless whines. Oh, he was such a good, god boy now. As he came again, he let out a moan and switched breasts.

Sylvia, of course, still wasn't allowed to cum, and her face was beetred as she let out another cry at anther ruined orgasm.

The bubble sprite Verre danced around them, giggling. She shot Lala and Lata a deloghted, firty look as she sent sparkle after sparkle into Sweetie's empty, silly head.

“Put him down, Sylvia,” Lala said, smiling broadly.

Sylvia whimpered, and at first refused, but a few spirals from Verre quickly changed her mind. Alrek was forced to release her breast, and his head sank back onto fleece sprite wool pillows. He stared up at the ceiling, dazzled and drugged, as lala and lata came to sit beside him.

“Enjoying yourself, Sweetie?” Lata cooed.

Sylvia continued to roll her hips as lala leaned in close. “Cumming nice and fast?” she said sweetly.

He was panting. “Y-You can't... won't...”

lala and Lata exchanged looksof pure glee. T was so much <i>fun</i> to have a toy who put up a fight! The magic of the Ward prevented them from really going to town on anyone these days, but with the help of Verre, who had notn yet been initiated... ooh, with her help, they could have <i>lots</i> of fun.

They smiled down at him and planted twin kisses on his cheeks.

Then, as he watched, they procurred identical little clay pitchers from behind their backs.

“Open wide!” they cooed.

And as he struggled to resist, as they brought the mead closer and closer, they heard Verre whispering in his ear...

“<i>You're just getting so silly, aren't you? So silly and sleepy. Such a sweet boy...</i>”

He whimpered. His lips began to part.

Soon, Lala and Lata knew, grinning wickedly down at him, he would be begging for this.