Honeypot
by Thryth
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Inspired by the picture of the same name.
Kyarie glanced about smoothly trying to keep her concern hidden. When the call had turned out to lead to an extradimensional space, things had turned...dicey...there were any of a number of dangers involved in attending to clients beyond the reach of any law and nearly impossible to find. At least Megilwen was at the gate, waiting in case there was trouble.
There were the most interesting flowers all over the grounds and in pots here in the house as well, but she didn't have time to look at them. She assumed that Megilwen would take a closer look while she was waiting."
"I am Kyarie Lu'Arnthanye," she announced.
"You requested my services, though I don't see what a mage such as yourself could use with the services of a lawyer. There is no law here. So excuse me if I find this rather...unusual, Mistress Darkwind."
"Mistress," the wood elf smiled. "Good, you'll be using that word quite a lot."
"Excuse me?" Kyarei asked.
Dadanerali stood up languidly and stretched, her curves accented by the tight, well-cured leather she wore. She sauntered toward Kyarei with a smoky smile.
"I did not summon you for your services as a lawyer," she said breathlessly as she neared the now very nervous dark elf.
"At this point I would like to note that I did not come alone," Kyarei said firmly.
"Oh yes," Dadanerali said, waving her hand.
"An unexpected bonus. Lilith if you please?"
A bat-winged woman nodded and smiled as she left the room for a moment and returned with what seemed to be a rather sticky, yellow-gold cocoon of some type. Kyarei's stoicism wilted as she recognized the vague shape of the person encased in the thing as it seemed to rhythmically twitch and twist.
The long-serpentine lower body was a dead give away. Her long time friend, Megilwen was trapped in that cocoon. Kyarei felt her heart drop.
"How did you?" Kyarei asked faintly. Dadanerali smiled and slipped over to her, leaning against the suit-clad dark-elf.
"Take a close look at those flowers behind you," Dadanerali said. Kyarei turned around to see the beautiful arranged in display across the wall. "Those are called Honeypot Flowers. They have some interesting magical properties a mage like myself can make use of."
"A mage? You mean a slaver," Kyarei snapped.
"You aren't looking close enough yet," the wood elf said, her breasts pressing into Kyarei's back.
Kyarei was about to protest that she wouldn't go near the flowers when she was shoved forward. The dark elf struck the floor at the base of the display and rose, shaking her head to clear it, and looked straight into the flowers.
Suddenly the flowers nearest her unleashed a shower of nectar like liquid straight for her face.
Kyarei snapped her eyes and mouth shut as the sweetly smelling stuff washed over her head and climbed down her body.
She could feel it as it touched her skin, inflaming the nerves with overwhelming sensations of pleasure, as it seemed to sink in and crawl down. She nearly screamed as it slipped in under her suit and lovingly caressed her breasts, while still attending to all the skin it had so far contacted.
She still kept her control, however, up until it worked it's way down between her legs. She moaned as it coated her rear end, but kept her mouth tightly closed. Then it started to trail down to her delta and she almost broke again, that pleasure driving touch covering most of her body by now. The plant seemed to pause and detour for a moment, moving down her legs and coating them. Kyarei's eyes rolled open and the liquid contacted them, seeming in, and keeping them open. She began to see images of scantily clad women and men over and over again with each burst of pleasure.
Then all that could be seen of her was the slit of her sex, and the still liquid substance finally worked it's way in. Kyarei screamed it in total ecstasy as it penetrated her vagina and clitoris. Even as the liquid poured down her mouth the sound could be heard in the audience room as the cocoon semi-hardened and the flowers ceased spraying.
"Ten flowers, mistress," Lilith said. "And the lygiel triggered a like number. They shall be a long time fighting off the change."
"And they shall both have the bodies of living goddesses as well," Dadanerali said hungrily. "Now, my pet, it is nearly time for you to return home. I merely have one more thing I wish to gift you with."
"Anything, mistress," Lilith said. She might no longer have been a "honey pot" but the spell on her loyalty would not wear off for another day.
Dadanerali turned toward her with a leer and caught the half-fiend's chin in a loving grip before drawing her forward and utilizing a bit of her magic.
She grows into a masculine form that stood even with Lilith and stroked her hair lovingly.
"I'm going to make you a mother now," Dadenerali said. The now male wood-elf expertly slipped off the robe covering the half-fiend and stroked down her shapely body. "It is a pity you won't remember anything you've done here, but I can't have people seeking me."
"I understand, mistress," Lilith said.
Her breath caught in her throat as Dadanerali alternately kissed and fondled her, before dragging them both down to the ground. Lilith lay on top of the wood-elf mage as he lowered her into position and proceeded to firmly and adroitly penetrates her.
Dadanerali bent upward into a sitting position to place his mouth at Lilith's firm and large breasts, suckling the last bit of honey-milk from her companion. The stuff that kept her immortal.
It had taken Lilith only thirty years to develop an immunity and for the transformation to be mostly reversed. Though Lilith had only been struck by one flower. Her other "honey pot" had had an accident and died, leaving her in the unfortunate state of quickly needing a replacement, hence...Kyarie and her friend.
She wold keep the exceptional body and most likely the intense desires for sex of any type, but after this, she would no longer provide immortality.
And after this day, the act of sex would no longer keep her in love with Dadanerali, and the flowers would not touch her again. She had to be sent back, through time and dimensions, and her memories removed.
Giving the spent Dadanerali one last kiss in her accustomed form, she cast the spells to send the girl back to the day she had been taken. It was mere ego on Dadanerali's part that caused her to cast the fertility spells and use the polymorph as her "parting gift." She liked the idea that she had a score of children across the universe. All of them beautiful as gods thanks to the irreversible changes from the honeypots.
About an hour later, Megilwen began to emerge from her cocoon. Dadanerali licked her lips at the emerald color of the woman's hair and her lower body's scales. The snake-woman moaned and clutched at herself as the last of the cocoon worked it's way through her skin and orifices inside of her.
"It doesn't take you all the way," Dadanerali whispered as she slipped in behind the snake woman and caressed the scaled area a human's ass would be.
Bent in the right way, there seemed to be one there, and the wood elf knew where to find the other important piece of lygiel anatomy as she worked her hand around forward.
"No please," Megilwen gasped, still trying to fight the sensations. That would continue until she came to climax.
"You have little to say in the matter," the wood elf said into her ear, nibbling on it. "You need someone to finish you off, someone other than yourself, and I seem to be the only one here."
It took some working at the pale golden flesh of the human upper body for the secret opening of the snake-woman's sex to release again, having sealed after leaving the cocoon.
Megilwen found herself, to her own disbelief, embracing the wood elf and fondling her as their captor lay down upon her and fondled her sex, and suckled at her breast. She cried tears of mixed desire, lust and anger as she kneaded her soon to be mistress's ass and coiled around her gently.
And then it happened. She cried out in complete and total pleasure and then fell back somewhat exhausted. When she opened her eyes she did not see a captor, but her loving mistress who would want to be satisfied as well. And besides, she so wanted to touch and taste someone.
"Oh my, no," a shaky voice said.
Megilwen turned to see Kyarei, though a more attractive Kyarei than she could have possibly imagined. The desire to have the dark elf instantly revitalized the snake woman, but she had to wait for her mistress first.
"What's the matter, Kyarei," Dadanerali asked.
"Don't you like what you see?" She stood up and walked, in her naked, red-haired wood-elven beauty and the dark elf tried to shut her eyes and back away.
"Megilwen, what have you done?" the dark elf asked.
"The same thing you want to do, right now," Dadanerali said teasingly, before the snake-woman could answer. "Speaking of which, Megilwen, I suspect you would want to help me here, and it is well to be connected to your fellow honey pot as well."
"Thank you, mistress," Megilwen said fervently, quickly sliding behind the shocked, dark elf and slipping a pair of slender hands around Kyarei's well defined and shaped chest.
"Ooo," Kyarei gasped as Dadanerali caught up with her and kissed her full on the mouth, slipping an arm behind the dark-elf to pull Megilwen closer to them.
The snake-woman instinctively coiled around all three of them as Dadanerali lowered herself to the dark-elf's ample bosom to suck at the nourishment now provided there and wrapped one slender leg around Kyarei, rubbing her own sex against the side of the dark-elf's body.
Megilwen's own hands dropped, as her mistress staked her claim, lower to the white lined valley between Kyarei's legs.
Kyarie gasped in pleasure and gritted her eyes closed even as she hugged the Dadanerali before her and ground back into the Megilwen behind her. Kyarie did not hold out near as long as Megilwen, and soon two beauties were staring at their new mistress lovingly.
1000 years or a day later depending on how you view time.
Kyarie looked across at the warrior that was her long time friend and felt perplexed. They had come for one of Kyarie's potential clients and found a hoax. Then they had screwed each other blind for seemingly no reason.
"So what do we do now?" Kyarie asked.
"Same thing?" Megilwen asked after a long silence.
And both had a last surprise waiting for them from the mistress neither would ever remember.