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(This chapter will feature a point of view split. The first section is Peak, while the rest will be someone else.)

The Niix proved themselves to be invaluable almost immediately. Insistent on repaying their debt, they unfurled shimmering insectile wings and wrapped their arms around Peak, his companions, and his long-lost brothers in exile. Flying low above the trees with a droning buzz that vibrated through Peak's chest, they made record time, and before spring had fully thawed the snow on the treetops, their convenient travel method deposited them in front of Ko's infirmary.

As they landed, Peak heard Boulder's voice, gagging and miserable. "I think I may be afraid of heights." Poor guy. He immediately raced for the shrubs behind the infirmary, and Peak could hear him retching. Peak would have to apologize to him for the rush home once the poor man's stomach settled. Hopefully, Lopestown's many comforts would make up for his hours of misery.

For now, however, there was the matter of Ko's patients. The Niix were willing to help, and Peak guided a few volunteers to meet with the worried tanuki. Gentle hands drew venom from the wasps, and Ko tested its effects on willing assistants, comparing their limited subservience to the addicted men filling every bed in the infirmary. It wasn't until he mixed a vial of Peak's venom with that of the Niix that the effects matched, and the tanuki muttered under his breath as he tested various herbal concoctions mixed with the poisonous brew.

A grin broke out across the tanuki's tired face when his efforts bore fruit. His assistant, subservient and empty-headed only seconds before, recovered near instantaneously, though his erection looked almost painful, slapping against his stomach with aggressive throbs. The tanuki jumped for joy, and his tired eyes brightened while he began the arduous process of mass production, his chubby body jiggling as he busied himself with his potions.

By the end of the day, Ko's infirmary was empty, and his patients were groggily exploring Lopestown with amazed expressions (and massive erections), as they should have on their arrival. Ko passed out with his ass in the air in one of their abandoned beds, and Brigirth hustled the Niix and Peak alike from the building so he could rest. Ko certainly earned his rest, and Peak hoped he had sweet dreams.

Breathing a sigh of relief, his job complete, Peak gathered the protesting kitsune into his arms and followed the Niix to the bathhouse. He smelled like a pack of wild beasts covered in weeks-old rancid cum, and his beloved little slut was no better off. It would be nice to relax and clean away the grime of weeks without access to a bath.

Unsurprisingly, considering the heat and humidity of the cave where Peak first found them, the Niix were enamored with the steamy glory of the bathhouse, and all of the wasps were cleaning each other with gentle hands while standing in the warm water. Wriggling antennae signaled their enjoyment, and as Peak watched, insectile fingers peeled back each other's foreskins to clean under the hood of skin. There wasn't anything sexual about their bathing, despite the erotically slow motions with which they massaged each other's flesh. Were they unattracted to each other due to their similarity, or were they incapable of arousal with their strange, linked mindset? Or did they have no concept of sex?

"We like this place. It is cozy." Mandibles clicked as one of the Niix stood over Peak, his chest bouncing with the efforts of yellow and black-streaked fingers. He seemed unaffected by his fellow Niix's fingers brushing his nipples, though the hardening of Peak's barbed cock at the unintentionally sensual display showed he wasn't as stoic. He tilted his head with interest, reaching down to poke Peak's drooling tip with a smooth finger. "Is your urination organ malfunctioning, sir Peak?" his innocence was refreshing, and Peak's head swirled with ideas. Something was exciting about the idea of taking the wasps' virginities.

The black, flaccid cock before Peak's face called, and an almost honey-like scent wafted from the Niix's package. "There's nothing wrong. I'm just enjoying the view." He reached out with a questing paw and took hold of the wasp's member, coaxing it with slow strokes. Jet-black and spongey, the wasp's revealed cockhead shuddered under his rough tongue's slow laps, and before long, it was fully hard in his hand. Extensive and with a pleasant heft, it was one of the prettier members that Peak had ever had the pleasure of handling, second only to Nimei's cute little shaft.

"We have never experienced this feeling before. Is this a greeting among your people?" The wasp man huffed, and as Peak looked around, he could see all of his identical brethren sporting pulsing erections. They gathered around, crowding against the edge of the pool to watch. Pulsing erections filled Peak's vision, assaulting his senses with their sugary musk.

A golden fluid leaked from the cock in front of Peak's nose, and he lapped at it, tasting something akin to musk-laden honey, with just a hint of numbing. It tasted incredible, and he slid his maw along the length, suckling gently for more. Slow, soft bobs of his head drew amazed gasps from the creature he was servicing, and soon all of the wasps' cocks were drooling in sympathy, their cloying musk filling the enclosed space. It seemed their physical sensation was linked, as well as their minds. That must be awkward when nature called.

Quivering antennae wiggled erratically in an adorable way, and the shaky virgin rested his arms on Peak's shoulders, his balls drawing up under his throbbing shaft. "We-We are-We-" Inarticulate and desperate, the insect tensed, his cock jumping wildly, and Peak's mouth filled with the Niix's first-ever orgasm.

Like thick musky honey, the sugary treat invaded every inch of Peak's mouth, coating it in addictive sweetness, and he couldn't help himself, gulping every drop the wasp's balls had to give. A keening whimper spread through the Niix's collective bodies with every swipe of his tongue over the drone's underside. When he slid back to release the shaking man's member, more of them crowded close, their cocks pressing against his face to beg him for a repeat performance.

"This sensation is better than anything we have ever experienced." the spent wasp felt around his overly sensitive member, his half-hard cock twitching in the aftermath of his orgasm. His multifaceted eyes stared down at the lion with an almost worshipful gleam. Identical cocks surrounded Peak's mouth, jockeying for position to experience the high of release once again. "Please, give us more. We want to savor it."

Peak was only too willing to educate the Niix. Their first sexual experience would be truly memorable if he had any say in the matter. Tawny legs slid up, carrying Peak out of the water, and he spread his rear with eager fingers. "I have something even better for you. Come here." Patient hands guided the next wasp into the soft cleft between his cheeks, and he purred as that slick, sticky honey coated his hole. "Mmm... Be gentle, but press forward. I promise it'll be even better than my mouth."

Hesitant hips followed his instructions and the sugary cock slipped into Peak's tight rear with agonizing slowness. His ass didn't receive many visitors these days, but he was still quite practiced. The stretch of the insect's smooth cock invading him was momentarily painful, but seeing the wasp man's thin, tube-like tongue slip from his mandibles in obvious arousal cleared Peak's discomfort. Gentle hands caressed Peak's thighs with reverent, almost worshipful strokes, and he felt himself relax to allow the wasp's member to slide fully home.

"You are warm. Our appendage feels like it will melt." The insect shuddered, and his cock jumped within Peak's clutching depths. He was a quick study, and Peak only had to coax him into his first few thrusts before he was pushing his member into the manticore of his own volition. His insectile body hunched, and his tongue flicked out to taste the sweat gathering between Peak's pecs. "King. You are our King." The insect stuffed himself deep, and Peak felt his amber seed bloom within his tight depths. Peak hoped the term was less of a title and more of a symbol of endearment.

His wasp lover pulled from his depths, replaced quickly by another of his brethren, and the manticore felt himself rock with the newcomer's desperate lovemaking. He only had time to glimpse Nimei hard at work pleasing four more of the drones with his talented mouth before a shadow fell over his face. Smooth ebony balls rested against Peak's chin, and a dripping insectile cock politely rubbed against his lips, begging for entrance before sliding home.

Clamoring flesh surrounded Peak's body. Sticky, sugary sweet pre smeared across his fur while the Niix tried desperately to wring more pleasure from the manticore's sweating body. The cock between Peak's lips slid deep into his throat with desperate plunging thrusts, and he lost himself in the sensations forced on him by overeager members.

When the press of writhing wasp flesh finally released Peak, he could hear their gasping, satisfied, buzzing voices chanting, "King. King. Our King." The flick of thin tongues teased at his member, licking up his seed with worshipful reverence, and he felt soft hands massaging his aching balls. He nearly allowed their worship to continue, but their tone worried him.

Insectile affection continued when Peak sat up, and he swallowed hard as hands began to clean him, massaging the stickiness from his fur. What had the manticore done? Was he a monarch now? He didn't think he could handle the responsibility. "Hold on. Why am I a king?" he asked as sharp mandibles grazed his chest, a thin tongue teasing over his nipple in pursuit of a trickle of sweat.

"You have shown us a new world of sensation." Came a buzzing reply in his ear, and his face pressed against a pair of pecs. "We are eternally grateful and wish to repay you with our everything." Another husky whisper as a second wasp pressed in from the other side, squishing his face between a quartet of sweat-drenched, clenching muscles. Were this any other circumstance, he would have reveled in the sensation.

He freed himself from the soft embrace of muscular pectorals, heaving in a deep breath. "You misunderstand! I'm not the only one that can provide you with these feelings you crave. You're free to share them with any willing partner. Even your fellow Niix." He shoved two of the wasp men toward each other, his hand guiding their half-hard members together in a slippery grind.

The wasps blinked their many eyes, looking down at the erotic, squishing sight of their cocks rubbing together. "This is... not limited to kings?" Experimentally, they moved their hips, grinding their tips together in a sticky kiss. Before long, their antennae were touching intimately, wrapping around each other in the facsimile of a kiss that their sharp mandibles couldn't match. They softly groaned in each other's embrace, eager fingers finding streaked rears and exploring their depths.

Tentatively, others were beginning to follow suit, and Peak breathed a sigh of relief as his admirers paired off to explore their newfound sexual freedom. His rear was sore, and his throat felt scratchy from the insistent throatfuck. He didn't think he could handle any more of the Niix's advances, though they were talented in an inexperienced sort of way. At least they could be self-sufficient with their pleasure.

Russell returned with the first thaw of spring, and Peak gladly took on the task of explaining Lopestown's new faces. Buck and Grom were too busy guarding the city's outskirts, and Nimei was better with actions than words.

The Niix were immediately enamored with Lopestown's unofficial leader, though their sexually charged advances made Peak wonder if introducing them to sex was the best idea. Not every human would enjoy having their cock immediately fished from their pants and examined by a group of curious wasps. Thankfully their leader was gracious and even seemed to encourage their advances. As expected from the man that bridged species gaps with a hard cock and a smile.

Trunk was less friendly, and as he stepped closer to the human, Peak could see his nose flaring as if to take deep breaths of Russell's scent. A dribble of fluids ran down his leg from within his ever-present underclothes. Had Russell's infamous powers of attraction made the man cum? Peak felt a tinge of sympathy for him. A tiny cock AND a premature ejaculator. Maybe he could give the pitiful former chieftain pointers on increasing his stamina.

Russell's addition to their growing family fit right in with the village. On the surface, he was a calm, regal orc chieftain, but from his seated position behind Russell, Peak saw his nose bury itself in the human's ass on multiple occasions, huffing his musk as if his life depended on it. Peak thought his perversions were extreme, but Ruri had him soundly beaten. Kinky.

News of Shoufey's march on Mimid's capital brought a shiver to Nimei's usually unshakably cheery demeanor, and he clung to Peak's arm. Peak slipped an arm around the kitsune and pulled him close, his free hand caressing the boy's ears. His interactions with Shoufeyan soldiers were less than pleasant, from what he'd revealed to Peak during their late-night post-coitus chats. Before being sold to bandits, he'd spent nearly a year chained up and used by aggressive, uncaring men.

(???'s point of view. Content warning: blood, injury, descriptions of gore.)

Disgusting. Humans, consorting with filthy monsters. The figure in the shadows spit on the ground, then leaped from his perch in a tree overlooking the beast village, racing through the trees away from the disgustingly debaucherous community and its stinking animals. Rutting like animals, without a care in the world. Bah. He couldn't stand such disgusting displays.

He wished he could kill every single one of them, but he was under orders to report back to Prilia's capital. He couldn't risk angering the Templars if he wanted to keep his head. He fantasized about gutting those disgustingly happy creatures, his fingers playing with his knife, but a whistling impact tore him from his delightful daydreams.

An arrow buried itself in the tree behind his head. Shit. One of the mongrels must have noticed him. He couldn't let them live long enough to retreat to the city. If they warned their leader, Prilia's tactics would fall apart. At least this way, he would be able to revel in the visceral beauty of a fresh kill.

The assassin reversed direction, pushing off a tree with his feet and drawing his daggers in midair. He could smell the beast's foul odor. His strike was swift, cutting through the rabbit man's cover to aim for his heart. Shit. His blade found nothing but air, and he felt a blow connect with his chest, knocking the wind from him and sending him flying backward. Fucking hell, this little shit could kick. Fuck an easy death. He was going to torture this fuck until he welcomed his end.

He coughed and gathered his wits, pulling back his hood to reveal his tattooed face. An insane grin split his face while the rabbit aimed down his bow's sight. He loved a challenge. It always made watching the life drain from their eyes that much sweeter. Making this little shit suffer would be the highlight of his day.

The next arrow pierced his cloak, and he forced the rabbit back with slashing strikes that even the most seasoned warrior wouldn't be able to dodge. Annoyingly, the bestial asshole seemed to be just as agile as he was, and his strikes couldn't find their mark. Instead of opening his guts to reveal the pretty crimson entrails the assassin craved, the blades cut shallow streaks across the rabbit's white chest, staining it pink with gore. Coppery and sharp, the smell of blood excited the assassin, and he pressed his attack, opening more wounds across the rabbit's chest and stomach.

The assassin's brown hair stood on end, and he heard an ear-shattering roar rend the air. Tendrils of numbness shot down his arm, and it dangled uselessly at his side, deadened by electricity. Fucking hell, more of those shitty rats? He whirled to meet the new threat, his dagger catching a short sword's strike and redirecting it to cut through nothingness. The power crackling through the blade gave the assassin pause, and his eyes flicked between the newcomer and his prey. The concern in the newcomer's eyes offered the assassin a new tactic.

How touching. A man, come to save his little fuck-pet. Did he arrive soon enough? The assassin wasn't so sure. His strikes had taken a toll on the rabbit's stance, and the pitiful creature was staggering with each block, his bow held loosely in one hand. So close to death's beautiful repose. He would release him from that offensive form and slice through to true beauty.

That insane grin grew wider as the assassin pressured the human's sword arm, and as he caught the rabbit man staggering in the corner of his eye, he let his blade fly. The blade struck home, sticking in the beastman's chest with a satisfyingly meaty thud. His human's scream as the beastman crumpled to the ground in a mess of pretty crimson blood was music to his ears, and he sidestepped wild swings of the scarred man's short sword, his working hand retrieving another knife from his belt. Now, to send his lover to join him in the afterlife.

Before the assassin could plunge his blade past the increasingly desperate man's guard and end his life, he heard lumbering footsteps through the trees. Shit. More of them. He would have to abandon his prey if he wanted to follow his orders. Prilia would have to settle for a frontal assault rather than a sneak attack. He couldn't risk capture.

The assassin sped off through the brush, shaking off the guard's clumsy attempts to avenge his filthy pet. Sentimentality would prevent further pursuit, he was sure, and as the footsteps behind him grew fainter, he was proven right. Disgusting creatures should realize their place. Love was weakness. All that mattered was the ability to take what you wanted.