The mites take turns before bringing her to their camp

Pacing Move: [1] Foreshadow Trouble | Something stalks them on the way to their camp.

While her mind sleeps, Lux’s body serves as the mites’ plaything. Some, who had already shot their load during the fight, are still recovering alongside their leader – but there are plenty to ensure that, for some time, every part of her is under **** at once. Small, grasping hands pull and twist her one way or another, fighting for any available position.

Most lack the leader’s stamina, and finish quickly, but sheer numbers draw out the process. And although the mites don’t really care how she feels about it, Lux’s sleeping body unknowingly reacts. Her hot, **** vagina tightens around one tiny cock after another as she lets out soft, muffled moans, in the throes of truly mindless pleasure.

By the time the squealing and panting and fleshier, squishier noises start to die down, the cum of every one of the mites is either on or inside Lux. She lies trembling and coughing on the ground, oblivious to what has happened – smeared with dirt and vile fluids, hair loose and messy, thoroughly inseminated. As the mites rest and regroup, the scene is watched from above by one very satisfied sprite.

It’s not that Minn has anything against Lux. Minn actually sort of likes her. But what Minn really likes is watching pretty much anyone or anything having sex. The dirtier, the better. And the sight of the sexy, curvy tiefling being worked over by a frantic mob of freakish little gremlins definitely hit the spot just now.

Trouble is, Minn reflects, it’s going to be difficult to help her get from here to where the Hamadryad is. Pesky pixie magic has her out cold, still. There’s nothing for it – Minn will just have to sneakily follow along and look for a chance to help out whenever Lux finally wakes up.

The even uglier, scarred mite who seems to be the leader finishes picking through Lux’s scattered belongings, obviously hoarding what he can find of her food and supplies for himself. Satisfied, he rounds up enough of his underlings to lift their new captive between them, and they begin a furtive retreat through the trees. Minn flitters to follow them, high enough up that there’s little danger of being spotted – the mites are distinctly lacking in the neck area, after all, and thus not exactly well equipped to glance upward.

Still perhaps a little too focused on admiring Lux’s naked, slime-glazed body, Minn fails to notice something else moving through the woods as well, also trailing the mites while staying out of sight…