[NPC perspective] Minn’s misgivings

Above the trees, Minn flutters, agitated – apprehensive – aroused. This situation is already well out of hand, and getting worse. Lux needs help…

…but what can one little sprite do? There’s spiders, and webs, and…after all, a gang of mites is still a gang. Minn feels very alone.

It’s just not fair. Things seemed to be going well, Lux was about to make a break for it, before…before…

A tiny, tinny sound reaches their ear. A metallic squeak. Minn looks down, sharply. It came from below, but what—?

Sudden inspiration striking, Minn darts down low, between leaves and branches, skirting around the edge of the mites’ rocky clearing. Someone else is lurking down there, someone who stopped Lux’s escape. Minn has to find out…

There! A diminutive figure, similar in size to a mite, but with a better-proportioned head, crowned with untidy black hair. Not fey, but not-not-fey – a gnome, a half-and-halfer. Minn hovers a moment, puzzled. The odd gnome, and most of them are pretty odd, wanders through the Valley from time to time; they have a knack for sneaking in and out. They tend towards a curiosity, and an appreciation of casual sex, that are close to Minn’s own heart.

But speaking of hearts…Minn focuses, trying to see the aura of this one. There’s no reading. A magic-worker of some sort, hiding from fey senses. Tricky.

The gnome is perched on a rocky outcrop, peering down at the mites’ camp through a thin metal tube thing – a spyglass. Another tiny metallic sound as he adjusts it, getting a closer look. Probably seeing all kinds of good— no! Focus!

Minn flies closer, cautiously. The gnome has set down his heavy pack, which Minn notices is laden with some strange glass-and-metal apparatus, as well as a lot of assorted bottles and flasks. More can be made out half-hidden under his grey-brown, road-shabby robes.

Quietly Minn hisses, “Hey, you—”

The gnome looks up sharply. Sharp is, in fact, the whole impression he gives, from his pointed nose to the anger in his eyes. One of his hands goes to grab a flask from under his robe before his gaze settles on Minn, and he relaxes slightly.

“Away, nuisance firefly,” he grumbles. “I’ve experimental data to interrogate, comprehend?”

Minn blinks. “…no? No.”

The gnome has to pause at that. “You don’t comprehend? Or you won’t go away?”

“Both,” Minn says, flatly. Then, “Neither. Who are you?”

The gnome sighs. “Avellenaro,” he pronounces pompously, “alchemist of distinction. And this— ” He gestures towards the camp. “This is my experiment. I’ve administered a rather novel decoction to that voluptuous harlot down there, and am observing the results. Now either observe with me, or begone.”

“Um.” Minn’s mind creaks trying to keep up. At least the words voluptuous harlot made sense. “Observe?”

“Yes. Watch.” Avellenaro gestures towards the camp. “I don’t get many chances for experiments like these, and I’ll thank you to stop distracting me.”

“But – she needs help,” Minn mumbles. Don’t look at her, don’t look at her…

“Does she?” Avellenaro shrugs. “As far as I can tell, she’s rather enjoying herself. Just as the blue savages are enjoying her.” He lifts his spyglass to resume his surveillance. “You might as well get a good eyeful. I know I will.”

Minn has no comeback to that. Biting their lip, they turn helplessly to look at the scene unfolding down below. Lux’s helpless body looks all the more gorgeous contrasted with the ugliness of the mites, dozens of them pawing and groping at her while their scarred leader’s cock conquers her unprotected cunt.

She does sound like she’s enjoying herself. That is, the distant echoes of her shouts, threats and pleas have devolved into low, loud moans of pleasure. For a while, she twists her head and snaps her teeth to deter any mites that get too close to her mouth, but soon her head hangs low and her moans are muffled as her lips wrap around a lucky mite’s cock. And when he finishes, another is ready…

Minn flies closer to – to scope out a way to help, that’s right. Getting a better view as the mites’ leader swiftly approaches his limit. Lux’s tits, swollen bigger than ever, jiggle and roll on her chest as she’s jolted and buffeted. She moans and twitches in the throes of what are clearly soul-shaking orgasms, giving in again, and again, apparently unable to stop herself. And again when he bucks in urgently, his scratchy guttural cry a counterpoint to her **** wail of climax while he breeds her.

It’s not over then, of course. As he pulls out, the rest of the mob surges closer. Lux spits out a mite’s cock to object, but her voice is barely audible over the general clamour. Those too slow, small or weak to get between her legs rub and jerk wherever they can, coating her in their seed. They grope, they slap, they bite and scratch, tugging her five ways at once. And she moans, the **** still strong in her system, leaving her unable to do anything but climax helplessly.

Soon, another small blue cock is thrusting away inside her. With a couple of dozen more not-so-patiently waiting their turn. The sounds of slapping flesh, panting, groaning and gagging echo through the clearing.

Minn could watch this forever. But…they’re also aware that “forever” isn’t really a thing mortals do. How long can Lux stand up to this sort of punishment…?