His mind struggled toward understand, wading through the sticky syrup, but it was like the waves of honey had suddenly come crashing down between him and the thought.

“Aww, silly boy, trying to think for himself!” the sugary voice cooed in his ear. “Silly boys don't wanna think. Silly boys just wanna sink!”

“... w-wanna... sink…”

“Just think about my lips so plump,” soft, plush lips grazed his neck, “and pump and pump and pump and pump!”

Brist moaned, pumping happily. It felt so good to stroke. To obey. To pump himself dumb, dumb, dumb.

Boys were dumb. They needed pretty girls to take care of them. Pretty girls like Ia, or Yathi, or Trys, or Mew, beautiful, gorgeous girls who could tell him what to do. Pretty girls to decide for him. Pretty girls to think for him. Pretty girls to...

Brist breathed in the sweet scents of honey, and his head seemed to fill with nice, fluffy pink clouds. He let out a long, happy sigh. It felt so nice to lean against the honey door. Felt so nice, so sticky and gooey as it climbed up his thighs, wrapped around his chest...

He slowly blinked. His hand slowed.

Wait.

“Shh.” The sweet, sultry voice was joined once more by those plush lips as a wet, sloppy, sticky kiss smacked against his ear, a slippery tongue briefly playing inside, filling his soundscape with pure lewdness. “Dummy boys just can't resist~”

“W-wait,” he gasped, and through the mists of his drugged stupor came a spark of clarity, and he started to pull away, because something was off, something was wrong—

“When pretty girls give them a kiss~”

He blinked rapidly. “N-No, um—”

“You want another kiss, dummy boy~?”

“I—”

“Dumdum wants a kiss?”

“Nn—”

Brist felt strangely sticky, gooey fingers take him by the chin, and his words slipped from him as one finger grazed over his lips, and he tasted honey—sweet, gooey, melty honey—

—and he found himself turned around to face her.

A prety girl smiled at him. Briefly, that was all Brist could understand as he gawked at her, half-drooling, still with one hand on his erect, twitching, leaking cock. She was achingly beautiful, with a translucent golden form that shimmered hypnotically in the light. Her shape was all absurd curves and generous jiggles in utter defiance of gravity. Wide, childbearing hips and breasts the size of his head. He briefly imagined being pressed between those... before his gaze drifted on to her absurdly plump lips, her gigantic shining eyes, and the way her heart-shaped hips tapered off into shapely legs which were wrapped around his hips and...

... well, from the thighs down, they just dissolved into a giant blob of honey.

She was a slime girl. A honey slime of some sort. Brist stared at her, stupidly ogling her body as his hand pumped slowly up and down. This… there was a problem with this, wasn’t there? His brain felt gooey and slow, but… but he was supposed to…

“Hi, honey-dummy,” she cooed, leaning in close. She licked those plump lips, and Brist could taste her sweetness on his own. “That first kiss was nice, wasn’t it? Want another? You do, don’t you?”

Brist slowly blinked. His eyes trailed back down to her massive, jiggling tits as they squished against his chest. “I… um… g-guh…”

She giggled. “Aww, silly me! I’m so stupid!”

“Buh?”

The honey slime’s hand took the back of his head, and she pulled him in closer. “I should know better than to try to talk,” she purred, “to a nice, stupid dum-dum boy like you.”

And she kissed him. He moaned, bucking senselessly into his hand. Her words made him feel like he ought to be embarrassed, or to stand up for himself, but her kiss made him feel so oozily, stickily good, and her moans were all around as she pushed him back slightly, pinning him against the door….

She pulled back with a wet, lewd pop and beamed at him. “Gooood boy!” she squealed. “See, isn’t that, like, sooo much better?”

“I… uh…” Brist stared down at her tits, and his thoughts seemed to get gooier and stickier the more he tried to put them in order, like an avalanche of molten weakness taking him tumbling deeper and deeper down, down, down…

“Boys shouldn’t try to find their words,” the slime girl purred. “Boys should stroke.”

“B-Buh… boys…”

“Should stroke,” she instructed, putting a hand on his and helping him to pump. Up and down. Up and down. Now his cock was immersed in her tight, gooey heat, and everything felt so warm, so soft, so easy… “Thaaat’s it. There’s my good dumdum.”

“Nnngh…”

“Hypnotized by my tits. Hypnotized by your cock.” She smiled sweetly. He smiled back. Everything she did was so sweet. Everything about her was sweet. “Like the dumb stupid boy you are~!”

“Uh-huh,” he moaned, bucking, pumping, losing. She was being… so nice to him…

“And you’re soooo dumb,” she cooed, “and sooo controlled by that big, drooly cock of yours, you’ve let a honey door get you all cute and helpless and pinned in gootrance.”

She seemed to rise up, her thighs encircling his hips, and he was so close to entering her… if only he could stop pumping, pumping, pumping…

“See, cutie…” She licked her lips. “I’m the keyhole.”

He smiled dumbly and kept pumping his nice, stupid cock. That sounded funny. Keyhole. Hole. She was so pretty. So sweet. So sticky. Just like this thoughts.

He felt her slowly pulling his hand away, and he was too entranced to register she was taking away his last defense…

“And when you cum inside me,” she purred, grinding slowly, teasingly as she tugged at his clothes, ripping them away like tissue paper so she could press against his bare chest, “that door’s gonna swing wiiiide open, and we’re gonna have so. Much. Fun~!”

“Wh…” Brist moaned happily as the half-thought-out question was drowned in another kiss. He sank into her, bucking, drooling. She was so sticky, and yet so slippery, so hot, so squishy…

“Let me show you how much,” he heard her syrupy coo echo in his mind.

He blinked slowly. Her words were starting to filter in, and something about them felt…dangerous.

Open the door.

No. No, wait.

And then her form glowed, pulsed, and visions started flowing into his mind.

Visions of the cruel, intoxicating Thriae lurking behind that door.

Visions of what they might do to him.

Visions of his own dumb, drooling face, of how he would look to those Thriae when the door slid open.

Visions of the their wicked grins as they found themselves gazing upon a helpless mortal man already on his knees, already mindlessly jerking off to fantasies of the very fey temptresses he had sworn to defeat.

He instinctively bucked, and as he thrust inside, as his cock was captured in sweet, silken pleasure, her squeals of pleasure almost brought him to climax right then and there.

* * *

“Good girl.”

Kentri gasped and squirmed.

“Yes. That’s much better, isn’t it, honeypet~?”

Kentri mewled and whimpered, her soft voice drowned out by the wet sounds of her desperately fingering herself from her knees.

This hadn’t gone the way it was supposed to.

Kentri was a captain within the Hive’s power structure, a warrior of high status and immense martial—and hypnotic—skill. She stood tall when she could stand, with a figure like a decadent goddess of war and fertility, a thick golden braid descending in a generous curve around her massive breast, her big eyes a brilliant, shimmering gold. Her wings glittered like sheets of amber.

It had been one stupid slip that had let her subordinate, Tsimpi, gain the… edge. Just one. And then Tsimpi had known.

Kentri had always figured all Thriae were secret switches. The trick was that you needed to never let anyone else notice. And lucky for her, she’d gone and given all the keys to control her to the one Thriae who would keep it a secret.

At a price.

Now Tsimpi teased and tormented her whenever she had a chance. Always privately, or under the veneer of deniability. Surely all the other Thriae warriors beneath Kentri suspected, but they never dared try to act on it, because they weren’t positive. If they ever did try, Kentri’s position would be doomed.

So it was just Tsimpi. She was just Tsimpi’s.

Until two humans—simple mortals—had drawn the curtain aside to reveal her in the booth, and she’d found herself staring at the most spellbindingly beautiful girl in the entire world, and she’d cum from her frantic edging like a pathetic little honey drone.

And now it was all going so, so wrong.

“I—” She gasped softly as a hand shot out and tweaked a sensitive nipple. Thriae nectar dribbled out. “N-Nnngh—”

“So cute.” Even mocking, degrading, filled with contempt, the voice rang in Kentri’s ears like the sweetest music.

Kentri stared hopelessly up at her tormenter, lower lip quivering as her heart swelled with adoration.

Yathi smiled sweetly down at her. Yathi, a human girl with perfectly coiffed shoulder-length dark hair, a delicate dappling of freckles, deep, gorgeous, big dark eyes, and thick, fluttering lashes. Her wide hips tapered into a slender waist, only to swell again as it rose to a generous chest barely contained by tight leather armor. On anyone else, that armor would look conservative. On her, it was a wretched scandal, a lascivious display of her curves that looked positively painted on.

“That’s right,” the other human girl purred. She was cute, too, although she lacked that… that perfection. She had unruly dark hair and a slight, waifish build. She was the one groping Kentri, pinching her nipples, squeezing her tits, milking her while holding her braid back like a handle. “Hee, just look at you! You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“N-Nno!” Kentri mewled. Then she realized what she’d said. She tried to shake her head, but Ia’s grip on her braid was like iron. “I—I mean—”

“Of course you can’t.” Yathi snickered. Such a beautiful laugh. She bent down, and Kentri ogled those tits helplessly until a hand slid under her chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact. “You just can’t help yourself. It just feels so good to touch and stare, doesn’t it?”

“I—” Kentri bucked and grinded against her hand, panting softly. Yathi even smelled wonderful. “H-How…”

“Don’t worry, Kentri,” Yathi said with mocking sweetness, and Kentri trembled at the sound, the sight of her name pronounced by those pouty, kissable lips. “Just focus on feeling good.” She smirked. “Like the good little mead sprite you are.”

Kentri moaned. She needed to stop, but Yathi’s beautiful eyes held her, Yathi’s beautiful smile told her to keep rubbing…

“You’re gonna take us to the Queen,” Ia purred in her ear. “Aren’t you, pet?”

“I—guhh—”

The pair seemed to exchange a knowing look.

“If you do,” Yathi cooed, raising a foot until her boot pressed between Kentri’s thighs, and Kentri’s eyes widened and brain melted a little bit more as pathetic, adoring pleasure burst in her mind, “I’ll give you the one thing from me you want more than anything.”

Kentri was panting. Humping. Drooling. She would have collapsed if the other human wasn’t holding her by the hair, braid wrapped around one wrist. They were just mortals. She was a High Fey. And yet... And yet…

… that made it feel so much better to lose...

Yathi brought her fingers up to beestung lips, licked them, and…

“mwah~”

… blew Kentri a kiss.

Kentri squealed with pleasure as she came, grinding and panting, head swimming in liquid bliss. She shook, whole body quivering as the orgasm wrenched through her. She would have spilled onto the floor, writhing pathetically, were she not being held up by her two mortal captors.

They were giggling. Laughing at her. Especially Yathi. Oh, Yathi looked so unbelievably gorgeous with a condescending sneer adorning that perfect face. Even whining, mewling, twitching, Kentri forced herself to keep looking at Yathi, and every glimpse of her sent another pulse of pleasure through her body. Yathi looked… radiant.

As if something was being satisfied for the first time, and she rather liked the taste of it.

Kentri whimpered, spasmed, and went fully limp in their clutches. She knew what this was, and so did they. The Thriae captain was broken.

Yathi leaned over, lips brushing Kentri’s ear as she spoke. “And you’ll do anything for one of those.

She pulled back and smiled. “Won’t you, Kentri?”

Kentri shivered, licked her lips, and stared up into Yathi’s supernaturally enchanting eyes.

“Y-Yes, Yathi,” she whispered.

Yathi smiled wider. Out of the corner of her eye, Kentri saw Ia giving her fellow knight a curious look.

“Call me Mistress~”

* * *

The door blocking entry to the final enclosure had abruptly vanished. Truly, actually vanished, Okino realized, as a wave of warm, sweet-smelling air struck his face. He gazed inside, confused, then looked back at Ytheri.

The archmage put a hand on his bare chest, cooing her amusement, and gave him a shove.

And Okino was sent tumbling backwards into a world of blinding light.

* * *

It took Okino a moment to regain his bearings.

He found himself lying upon soft earth. Coarse wild grasses and brilliant golden ragwort flowers grew around him. He blinked blearily, raising his hand against the brilliant sun.

This was the final cell in Ytheri’s fey menageri. Ytheri hadn’t said what it housed, but she’d been teasing and tormenting him for so long with the various prisoners, he almost felt discombobulated by the fact that no pretty girls were targeting him yet.

That almost confused him more than the realization that he was suddenly outside—or rather, appeared to be.

The knight pushed himself up to a sitting position. His eyes were still adjusting to the false sunlight, but now that he had his bearings a little, he could make out that the “sky” above was entirely artificial. Sky-blue wisphue was painted across the domed ceiling and walls to create a false sense of blurry spac. The “sun” was just a great teardrop-shaped lamp orbited by smaller floating lamps. The magical fires within burned too bright to look directly at the array, but it wasn’t more than fifteen feet overhead. Just an optical illusion.

The ground was definitely real, though. The grass and wildflowers were real. And the room was surely vast—big enough to fit a whole Enterprise neighborhood with room to spare, surely. Tulip trees and plums in full bloom rose around him to obfuscate the chamber’s true size in clouds of pink and green and gold.

And all around him drifted the sweet, unmistakeable scent of…

… honey.

Okino’s breath caught. He tried to hold it in, to avoid taking in any more. He took a step back, then spun around to face the direction he’d entered from.

The door was gone. Of course it was. It was just him, alone in the meadow.

But not for long. He could already hear a high-pitched buzzing beginning to fill the air.

Okino’s hands flew to his ears. No! He shook his head desperately, but the sweet, melodic hum was already inside him, thrumming, pulsing, slowly prying apart his feeble defenses.

The humming was getting louder. The smell was everywhere. He could taste it on his tongue. All around him was sweet, gooey, saccharine…

… giggling.

“Ooh, like, hiii, babe~!”

Okino’s heart caught in his throat. Slowly, he turned to face the speaker.

It wasn’t any kind of Thriae he’d ever met.

She was awfully short, for one thing. A bit taller than a goblin maid, maybe, and plumper, too, with a cutely indulgent shortstack figure and a wide heart-shaped face and a big radiant smile spreading across bright rosy cheeks. She did have brilliant honey-gold hair, done up in a loose bun to allow wavy locks to cascade around each cheek, but her eyes sparkled a solid insectile blue, with golden highlights dancing within. She was dressed in a frilly white-and-blue dress to match those eyes.

Her lips were plump and pink. Burnt umber antennae poked up from the beehive, twitching with interest as she bobbed closer on bright, glittering, buzzing golden wings.

Not a Thriae.

A beegirl.

Unable to hold out any longer, he took in a shallow breath. A honeybeegirl.

He met those eyes, and his heart started to flutter, even as he heard more beegirls buzzing closer from behind.

The first beegirl giggled and flew a little closer. Her lashes fluttered. “Nice to meet you, cutie~”

He heard the others giggle. It sounded like two of them. He could hear them drawing nearer as well. Surrounding him.

Okino swallowed. He tried to speak, but his words felt mucky and unwieldy, and the buzzing totally surrounded him, strumming exquisite associations in his heart and making his thoughts clumsy.

“Wanna have some fun?”

The question came from behind him. Okino turned to see the speaker, a beegirl with soft primrose-pink eyes and lustrous blonde curls. She beamed at him, dress fluttering with the rapid wingbeats as she flew up closer. “We can be a lot of fun,” she murmured, fingertips tracing patterns along his arm. Okino flinched, and she grinned. “Aww, he's jumpy!”

“I—I'm just—”

“Poor boy!” cooed the third beegirl, buzzing up close, totally cutting off all avenues of escape. Her eyes shimmered coral-red. “You’ve got to nice to him, Cerana.”

Okino's heart was pounding. He wanted desperately to think of a way out of this, but the buzzing was everywhere. He couldn’t tune it out. He couldn't stop tasting the honey in the air. Couldn't stop thinking about all the erotic Thriae art he'd touched to so, so many times back home...

“That's right, Pona,” agreed the first beegirl, taking him by the chin and guiding him to meet her blue eyes again. She licked her lips, and he noticed her tongue was a vivid gold, and very, very long. “We need to be gentle with a cutie like this.”

Okino held in a whimper. His eyes drifted down to her neckline. Those massive udders were squished right up against one another, creating a perfect heart-shaped swell of cleavage.

She was very well-endowed. This one was clearly the biggest of the three beegirls, and none of them were exactly slight. Her tits also looked unbelievably soft, and their surface glimmered with the faint sweat sheen of a day's honest work.

As his head lolled slightly, he realized the scent got thicker the closer he got to them.

He could already taste that wonderful honey on his tongue.

“Awww~”

“Meli, I think he's getting a little... stuck on those nice, big boobies of yours~”

Their girlish laughter made him squirm as he looked up to meet Meli's smug azure gaze.

“Aww, it's okay, cutie!” she cooed. “You can stare!”

“We don't mind,” purred Cerana, and he felt her nuzzling his neck. Cerana's form felt fluffy in a way he couldn't explain, soft and cuddlesome, and her nuzzles sent nice, buzzy tingles through him.

“We kinda, like, liiike it,” Pona chirped, slipping under his arm to snuggle up to him. She was warm. Soft and warm. “It’d be totes rude not to!”

“I duh.” Okino licked his lips, feeling his tongue fumbling on simple syllables. “I don't w-want to... be rude. But I—I've got a job to do, and—” He searched desperately for words, barely registering as his gaze slipped back down to Meli's rack. “And I, um. And we don’t have to… um, be enemies.” He cleared his throat. “If we work together, maybe we can all escape this horrible place.”

Silence greeted these words.

Then soft kisses settled on his neck, forcing soft gasps from his throat, and Meli reached up and gave her tits a slow, decadent squeeze right in front of him. She smiled sweetly, drawing out the motion as long as possible, putting on a sinful little show…

“Leave?” Cerana whispered in hiis left ear. “Aww, dummy, why would we wanna do a stupid thing like that?”

“Yeah!” Pona giggled in his right. The rest of them echoed her laughter, and Okino’s heart raced. She gave her buzzing wings a couple of rhythmic pulses, interrupting the endless, soothing hum like the dramatic tick of a metronome. “Like, that'd be so silly!”

“I… but…” Okino whimpered, squirming, staring, flinching from their kisses. They were too close. He needed to.. To convince them to back off, to give him a chance to think… “... no, you're just… just…”

Meli let her tits bounce free. Then she started squeezing them together again. Slow. So slow. “Brainwashed?” Her voice trickled the word to him like a candied delicacy. “Hypnotized?”

“Broken?” Pona echoed in his ear. “Enslaved?”

“Addicted,” Cerana purred, kissing his earlobe, “to Mistress's sweet, endless control?”

With every word, a slow, rhythmic bounce of Meli’s tits. The dress was barely holding them in. Okino's head swam.

Meli’s words sank deep, deep into him. “We're nice and safe here.” Bounce. “Nice and safe.” Bounce. Squish. “Niiice and safe and pampered.”

“N-No... but, but you—but I have to...” Okino squeezed his eyes shut against the lewd display, blushing hot at the giggles echoing around him. “I h-have to go. I have to.”

The second he was no longer looking at Meli’s tits, his head cleared a little. The three fey were silent, and to his intense relief, he felt the other two backing away.

He turned away from Meli and opened his eyes.

Pona was there, off to the side. But she made no move to stop him as he took a step away. She just smiled sweetly over his shoulder.

“Hey, Meeelii~” she sang. “Should we give him the… ‘waggle’ treatment?”

He blinked, confused.

“Aww!” He heard Meli giggle, but didn’t dare look. “Good idea, Pona! Let’s!”

He looked blankly at Pona, not daring to turn around. “I. I'm leaving.”

“Suuuure you are,” Pona cooed.

Her whole body started to adopt a strange arythmic sway.

Okino frowned. “I am.”

“Of course!” Pona smiled. Her hips swung from side to side. Her body twirled. “You're gonna go real soon, aren't you, babe~?”

Okino stared at her for a moment. It wasn't like any dance he'd ever seen. She was bobbing through the air, weaving in slow, unpredictable patterns. It was definitely… eye-catching. Was it hypnotizing him? She was exceptionally pretty, and her butt did bounce nicely, but… but Meli was the real danger, those tits were the problem, and as long as he didn’t look back at Meli…

“You're gonna leave,” Cerana echoed. Pona swung towards her, and Okino found himself looking her way as the other beegirl fluttered up. Cerana bobbed up and down in the air, tits bouncing, hips swaying back and forth. She did a little twirl, kicking out in one direction as her wings took her in the other, dress fluttering. It was a strangely elegant little dance. “But... first, y'know...”

“F-First?” Okino swallowed. The buzzing was incessant, an endless relaxing hum. He needed to move. Needed to... look away...

Cerana's hips swung towards Pona, and feeling strangely guided by the motion, Okino found himself looking back at the bubbly beegirl. Pona’s dress was twirling with her as she flew, her whole buxom body swaying from side to side like the head of a cobra.

She giggled down at him. “First,” she cooed, “we wanna show you something.”

“Wh...”

Her legs kicked out towards Cerana, and his gaze passed from curvy thighs to delicate bare feet to… all the way back to Pona’s dancing partner.

Cerana was lifting the hem of her dress, now, mischievously showing off an ethereal negligee that barely bothered concealing the shapely ass it barely covered. “We wanna show you something pretty,” she teased, eyes sparkling. “Something sweet.”

“Wh—” Okino shook himself. “I don't—I'm not—”

“Hypnotized?” Cerana swayed to the right. His gaze traveled rightwards, back to Pona, whose dress was lifting up as well.

“Entranced?” Pona giggled and wiggled to the left. His gaze traveled back to Cerana, twirling, swirling...

“Let us guide your eyes,” they chimed as one.

Okino's head was spinning. They all looked so soft, so curvy, and he—he wasn't hypnotized, but he was in real danger if he kept staring, and so with exhausting effort—

—just as they both danced in the same direction—

—he tore his gaze away, spinning around—

And their laughter echoed all around as he realized that his vision had been guided right back to Meli's gorgeous, jiggling tits.

“Good boy~” he heard them sing.

The tits bounced in Meli’s little hands.

Okino tried to speak. His mouth felt like it was full of honey.

He tried to look away. His eyes met Pona’s, and she beamed and swung her hips back towards Meli, and his gazed bounced right back to Meli’s nice, hypnotic tits…

… looked in the other direction… Cerana swaying her body, guiding his vision… bouncing his gaze right back to the big, soft, jiggling…

“That's it, babe,” Meli purred, giving her boobs an indulgent jiggle. “Staaare for me~”

He felt his lips parting as she started to tug her neckline down with one finger.

“It’s gonna feel,” she cooed, “sooo good~”

“Nnn,” he managed. “I... I n-need to...”

He felt the other two moving in close once more.

“Need to stare,” cooed Cerana in one ear, kissing him wetly. “Get nice and hypnotized.”

“Need to be hypnotized,” cooed Pona in the other, kissing as she wiggled in close. “Get nice and dumb~”

“G-Guh...”

The tits bounced and jiggled. Squished. The neckline dipped lower… his gaze sank deeper…

“Not that he has, like, thaaat much further to go in that department.” Cerana giggled. “He's already, like, sooo cute and honeybrained!”

More kisses. More wet, indulgent by his ears, making him feel all gooey and weak and...

.... sticky...

“I h-have to…” Okino gasped softly as kisses settled on his neck, his shoulders, as he felt his clothes being pulled away from his suddenly unresisting body. “... escape…”

“Silly cutie~”

“You wanna stay here with us and get all sweet~!”

“N-No—” Okino felt his cock twitching as he stared at those fat, wobbling tits, and his whole mind felt trapped inside them, squished between them… “I—I h-have to stop—the Thriae—”

Giggles left him blushing hopelessly.

“Silly dummy!” Kisses. So many kisses, so much tingly nuzzling…

“Boys can’t beat the Thriae~!” Soft, sticky mwahs down his arms, on his cheeks, right by his ears…

“B-Buh—”

“No one can.” Bounce, bounce, bounce.

“Nnngh—”

“And boys?” Kiss. Kiss. He was squished between the three, and they were wearing fewer and fewer layers, a negligee-clad thigh was rubbing against his bulge…

“A-aah~”

“Boys. Are. Duuuumb~”

Okino moaned, bucking unthinkingly against the thigh.

“And need to cum~!”

Buck. Thrust. Glowing bubbles of pleasure popping through his body, and those tits were so big and bouncy, and he couldn’t look away, the dancing had fully trapped his dumb, hypnotized brain…

“No,” he whispered. “I… I can…”

“Safe here.” Meli leaned in slightly, her voice gentle and glazed with sugar. “Safe here.”

She pulled her dress down, and those titanic breasts popped right out, jiggling from the sudden release. They were perfect.

“Sweet here.”

“S-Sweet…” Okino’s gaze drifted down to a nipple. It was leaking the tiniest bead of golden nectar, shimmering in the false sunlight. “N-No… please, I h-have to…”

The beegirls went still as he trailed off.

He stared at the breast, marveling at its perfect shape, a gorgeous spherical slope dotted with freckles, the nipple pert and enticing. It would be so easy to lean in, to latch on…

The two beegirls pinning him between their buxom little blodies each reached out, and he could see them smiling at him at the blurry corners of his vision as they each groped the breast with a hand. He heard Meli gasp softly… and then her buzzing became almost a purr.

Okino needed to run. He could. The beegirls weren’t doing anything. They were just… smiling at him. Expectant. Knowing.

Waiting.

He watched them slowly lift the breast between their hands. Kneading it. Squeezing it. He watched it fall, and his lips parted.

“Aww.”

They lifted it up again. Jiggling. It squished around their hands, vast and indulgent… and down again. And up again…

His mind seemed to melt a little every time they let it fall.

He licked his lips.

“Would you like some?” Cerana’s voice in his ear was soft, with only the faintest trace of teasing underneath all those thick layers of syrupy innocence.

“N-Nn…”

“Just a little taste?” Pona murmured.

Bounce, bounce, bounce.

“It’s gonna taste soooo good,” Pona cooed, giving Meli’s breast a squeeze that made her moan. “Sweet and wonderful, like roses and raspberries and sweet, gooey, fermented honey~”

Okino moaned softly, thrusting against Cerana’s soft, plush thigh. The negligee was gone now.

“Thaat’s it,” Cerana purred. “You wanna suck, don’t you? Wanna feel so nice and goobrained for us?”

“I—a-ah—”

“Your silly cock already wants it!” Pona squealed. “Like, it totally wants you to shove your face right into her boobs and drink nice and deep, riiight?”

“Hhkk—” His tongue was lolling.

“Yeah, like, that big dumb cock already knows what you’re gonna do,” Cerana agreed, giggling. “Just give in~”

The thigh pressed in deeper. Okino bucked and humped, staring in dumb trance at the perfect breast, at the droplet of nectar threatening to fall and be wasted…

“It’s okay.” Meli’s sweet voice filtered down to him and filled his mind instantly. “It’s not addictive or anything.”

“B-Buh…?”

Okino felt his head dipping lower. He was drooling, humping, captured, squished…

“That’s right!” Pona giggled in his ear. “Real pure honeybeegirl honey is nothing like what those nasty Thriae brew. It’s not gonna change you.”

“O-Oh…” Bounce. Bounce. Squish. “R… Really?”

“Uh-huuuuh~”

There was so much buzzing pleasure. So much sweetness in the air. Okino was lustdrunk, scentdrunk…

The nipple brushed his lips.

He latched on, and it was over.

“It’s just,” Cerana purred in his other ear, “that you’ll never wanna stop.”

Honey started to trickle onto his tongue. The purest, sweetest honey he’d ever tasted.

“Mmf~” He blinked slowly as those words registered. “Mmf?!”

The honey was wonderful. Floral, fruity, and so purely, stickily sweet, like liquid sunlight spilling on the meadow. He found himself giving an experimental suckle without even thinking, and Meli’s moans and a flow of the wonderful sweet syrup rewarded him.

“Uh-huh~” Pona giggled. “Never ever ever. Because it tastes too good~!”

“Feels too good~”

Meli’s hand was on the back of his head, holding him in place. The other two were squishing in close, buzzing, humming, moaning, cooing, kissing his cheeks, his neck, helping him to hump, hump, hump…

“Your thinks just get all gooey,” Pona cooed, “and slow, and heavy…”

He gulped down more sticky honey, moaning, humping. His cock was throbbing as they pulled away his underwear, allowing it to spring free, to grind freely against Cerana’s buzzing leg…

“And it gets sooo easy,” Meli murmured, “to hypnotize you without even trying~”

The buzzing was everywhere. Okino clutched at Meli, suckling helplessly, filling his mouth with honey, gulping it down to fill the rest of him with her sweetness. He stared up at Meli, feeling the strangest feeling of adoration pulsing through him. They were… they were so…

“And before you know it,” Cerana said sweetly, nibbling his earlobe, “you’re falling for us.”

“Falling deep.”

Suckle. Bounce. Jiggle. Giggle. Okino moaned, humping, pressing his face deeper into Meli’s pure softness, crying out at every wet, sloppy, sticky kiss, knowing he had to be covered in their lipstick, and everything felt so fuzzy and fluffy and gooey and good...

“Falling nice and deep into gooey…”

Kiss.

“... sticky…”

The thigh grinded, then pulled away, and he felt hands groping his ass, he stared up at the three pretty girls in wonder… they were so, so pretty… so wonderful… so sweet…

“... looove for us~”

And with a push from behind, he thrust, and his cock slid right between Meli’s legs and deep, deep inside her, and he heard her squeal with bliss.

Okino moaned as gooey-sweet slippery hot pleasure engulfed him, devoured him.

He thrust deeper, in and out, suckling greedily, eagerly drugging himself now. He gazed into those pretty shimmering blue eyes in dumb adoration as they helped him to lie down in the grass. That was nice of them. It was so much easier to fuck his wonderful, perfect Meli and nurse at her breast at the same time like this.

He heard them giggling, heard Meli moaning as she rocked her hips and bounced atop him.

“Good boy~!” they cooed.

“Good dummy~!”

“Sooo cute~!”

He beamed and moaned his agreement, clutching desperately until his arms were pinned and he found himself fully beneath the trio. And then they descended on him.

Their tits squished against him, nearly smothering him. Their kisses rained down with sticky, sloppy indulgence that melted every last thought out of his silly, obedient, adoring, infatuated little head.

He just bucked.

And throbbed.

And loved.

And drank more honey.

“There’s a good boy, now.”

The pleasure was so intense that he barely noticed the first orgasm. It was just another molten descent deeper into love. Into sweetness. Into helpless hopeless bliss.

“There’s our good boy.”

Ecstasy poured through him.

His thoughts felt…

“You’re not going aaaanywhere~”

… slow.

“Teehee, you’re so cute like this. We’re gonna have sooo much fun with you~!”

“Gonna keep you nice and dummy and happy all the time~!”

“Treat you just like cute boys like you deserve~”

Sticky.

Gooey.

“You’re aaall ours now.”

Sweet.

Okino smiled. He gazed dumbly up at his three new mistresses.

He moaned, suckling obediently, and let his mistresses pull him deep into honey-glazed dreams.

TO BE CONTINUED...