Floral Frolics 3
#28 of Tik Tik's Tower
Before the Tiger Lily could have her way completely with the party, a newcomer arrives, conducting her own sort of busy bee business. Tik Tik observes as this lovely forager bee extracts precious materials from the flowery friend.
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What you need to know about the different sapient species of the world is that they mean interacting with others that are sometimes bizarre and alien. Great care must be taken in communication and appreciation to avoid a terrible mistake that could break down contact--not to mention the loss of a sweet piece of ass. --Tik Tik, in "Lectures on Lasciviousness"
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The Tiger Lily Nymph lays upon her flower bed, biting her quivering lip. Her fingers scrunch up the petals while her legs gently spread wider and wider, ushering the melodic unmelodic buzzing closer to her center.
Her chest rises and falls as she breathes to match the sound approaching her, her juxtaposition of tension and relaxation an attractive enigma.
But of course, to Tik Tik, everything about this creature is attractive. Her destiny was sealed since the kobold caught a whiff of that enticing aroma. She sits up after being discarded, rubbing her snout where the foot had unceremoniously booped her away in preparation for this next stage--whatever such a stage may be.
The answer comes from the figure descending from the trees, weaving past branches as a golden and brown angel. But instead of a divine messenger, this is a deliverer of the insectile variety.
The forager hardly pays attention to the strange, but not unexpected, scenario before her. There have been struggling men and intoxicated women before her. Her translucent wings thrum at a quick pace, blurring them and keeping herself aloft. She scans the area with compound eyes, counting the odd shapes and checking and cataloging. Her antennae perk and twitch to every slight nuance and detail as four arms and two legs laden with amber fluid hang downward.
Her segmented body is taller than Tik Tik. It is shorter than Cynwrig, with yellow and brown stripes and a fuzzy collar draped over her shoulders.
All over her are clumps of golden dust. Yet, despite the dirtiness or even because of it, her otherworldly beauty shines as particles fall from her form and sprinkle the surroundings with their glimmering shade.
This forager passes by the party, ignoring them and landing at the foot of the flowerbed.
Immediately, she sets off to grace the legs of Tiger Lily with gentle caresses.
Tiger Lily sighs at the beginning of the exchange, calm and unguarded.
Tik Tik's finger twitches.
The forager leans forwards, large eyes looking up toward the flower fairy. Segmented fingers and palms trail up along the fey's thighs, pushing them aside. There is no resistance when the nymph's leg drapes over the edge of her bed, stretching out as she lays exposed before the insect.
With a plaintive hum, the forager's fingers find themselves at the nymph's petals, slipping up and then down, circling all around.
"Aah!"
The forager twitches, stopping for a moment but then sliding both hands to those petals, delicately curling against the lips and pulling them slightly apart.
A finger from the fairy slides up along her side and over her breasts, gently teasing her nipples with a flick before moving up to her collar. She slips up to her jawline and over to her lips, allowing herself to bite the tip and calming down just a tiny bit.
The show is just beginning.
The forager hums, her petite mouth opening up and her long tongue sliding out. It delves into the Lily Nymph, seeking the treasures that she desires. Deeper and deeper it goes, spreading the petals wide, stimulating the nectaries.
Her flower oozes as it quivers in the stimulation. The nymph raises her hips, her legs shaking as soft lapping licks begin the extraction. These are followed by slurps--gentle at first but louder and taking more from her.
"Aaahng... mmmm!"
The forager holds the nymph's thighs down, pinning her to the petals while she sets off to work. The pouches of sweet, sweet nectar swell around her legs as she does. Through the process, the forager keeps her steady action and demeanor, only increasing in intensity as she delves deeper.
Soon, she prods against the ovary.
"AaaaaaafffFA: ?" The nymph shouts as her inner chambers are tended. Her ovules are stimulated and energized by the pollen-coated proboscis.
The way of the natural world continues as the forager squeezes the nymph's thighs, probing her, pumping that tongue, stimulating more and more of that nectar that comes gushing out between her legs. Soon, the forager lets go of her target, the legs falling limply as more screams fill the forest.
"Mmm.. Mm... mm..aah... ah... aaaaaah!"
With one last explosive release, that golden dust explodes from the top of her head and between her legs. This leaves the flower, the forager, and the unfortunate travelers coated in the ejaculate.
Trails of golden chains flow freely around Eshere.
Tik Tik sneezes and coughs from large particles flying into her face.
Baker and Cynwrig are mostly spared, but the forest floor is a yellow mess.
And all throughout this display, the forager stands up. She licks her lips, swallowing the last of the nectar, carrying on her the pollen. She glances around her unexpected audience, twitches her antenna, and then springs her wings free, letting pollen litter the ground.
As she lifts herself into the air, she suddenly stops and looks down. A spectral hand clasps onto her ankle, and sitting there, dusty and messy, is the naked kobold, sniffling and sneezing but looking up with half-lidded and teary eyes at the captive bug.
"You no... ah, leave..." Tik Tik wheezes. "Until Tik Tik talk to you."
The bee hums, her antennae jerking around, but she falls down to land in front of the creature.
"Bright." She hums. "Fertile?"
Tik Tik cackles and coughs, scooting back against the flower, spreading her legs apart, and curling her finger. "Why not come find out, bee girl?'
Looking up to the sky, the forager ticks for a couple moments, tapping the ground with a foot.
And then she climbs down to get up to the kobold, where the gathering begins anew.