* Ellie *

The second morning in the elenian village, I was grateful that system sleep wasn't like IRL sleep. Because I couldn't imagine that anything other than several days of resting could have banished my exhaustion and aches from yesterday, but the set eight hours of blankness did the trick.

I sighed doing the math. Blossom was only halfway through their frenzy. 

My feelings about them being with the sprites was beginning to get complicated. I knew I should be grateful that there were so many of them there to satisfy their sexual appetite. They didn't seem to need food or rest while in this state. They seemed to be a creature made entirely of lust, moving from one sex act to the next without pause. There was no way I could have been enough for them or even keep up. But I couldn't help feel a twinge of jealousy at how I'd been regulated to just another member of their harem.

It seemed completely hypocritical of me after I'd been the one to get them to join in on the orgies back at the inn, and especially after I'd encouraged them to be with their own kind for this strange mating period. But I couldn't help feel that I should have been more important to them. That when I entered the tent, they'd drop whatever (or rather whoever) they were doing and talk to me or kiss me—or something.

Two of the sprite merchants had been resting near me. They roused themselves, going to the stream and splashing some water on their faces. On their way to the mating tent, they asked me if I was coming.

"I'll be there in a bit. I have some business to take care of."

This was loosely true. I needed to clean up a bit, and I wanted to talk to the others.

When I'd crashed out, it had been nearly dawn, and now the sun was high in the sky. It peaked over the gap in the forest canape which the stream created. I wandered over to the bathing grotto but it was deserted. I did a quick rinse, getting off the dried sweat and other fluids from my skin and went back to the village.

I found some of the party lounging in the town center, eating some lunch and watching a few elenian musicians play. Frisks, Savanna, and Trogia looked bored as they picked at their food.

I sat down next to them and asked, "How's everyone doing?"

They murmured unenthusiastic "fines," except Trogia, who said, "This all feels like a waste of time. I have half a mind to go into sleep mode until we're ready to leave this place."

"You should have gone with Hemlock and Crystal," Savanna told him.

"What? And give a bunch of NPCs free labor? What a joke."

I asked where they'd gone. Frisks said, "They're doing a wide perimeter patrol. They should be gone until tomorrow."

"I'm surprised Hemlock would leave Yarrow for that long. Where is she anyway?"

Frisks grinned. "Oh, you've got to see this." 

Savanna shook her head and said, "Leave it be."

"What? What's wrong with Yarrow?"

"Whether there's anything wrong with her remains to be seen. But it's easier to show you than to explain."

She guided me to a part of the village I hadn't been yet. We chatted a bit and I told her, briefly, that Blossom was alright but still in the throws of the frenzy.

Frisks said, "Personally I'm getting kind of tired of fucking. Shit! I never thought I'd say that. But when it's the only thing to do, it can begin to get old. Although maybe I'm peculiar in thinking that." She glanced at me slyly as she said this making me wonder exactly what she meant. But then, we reached a lodge from which moans of sex could be heard, and things began to fall into place.

Yarrow lay on the floor of it with three other elenians. Two women were nestled between her spread legs, eating her as though their lives depended on it, while Yarrow kissed the man that lay next to her and stroked his cock. The air was thick with the funky perfume of the elk-people's sex.

"Hey, Ellie," she said. "What's happening? Do you want to join us?"

My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe how casually lewd she was being. "Um ... That's okay. I have to join Blossom soon." I suppose if I hadn't been spent nearly all of yesterday having sex, I may have been tempted. I hadn't slept with an elenian yet. But Frisks was right: there was only so much sex you could have.

Maybe it was an Arousal points thing. If you kept it low, you weren't as in need of sex. But that didn't really explain what was happening here.

Frisks said to Yarrow, "You should tell her what you found out about the demented creatures at the pool." There was a snicker in the tone of her voice.

The man whispered to her, "I think I'm ready to go again."

"Shhh, I'm talking. Why don't you suck on my toes until I'm ready for you." He dutifully crawled down to her feet and got to work. Yarrow sat up on one elbow. Her pussy was still getting a double-tongue lashing, and I was shocked she could talk so normally. "I used my new skill where I can talk to Katie. Apparently, we can cure the creatures it has perverted."

"That's great. How?"

"We just have to have sex with them."

Frisks cackled behind me. There was something manic and unhinged about the laugh. She muttered, "Have sex with them. That's all."

The reaction was unnerving, but I felt the same mad humor threatening to break loose in my own mind. In Feronia sex was always the answer.

Yarrow went on, "From Crystal and Trogia's report, they're nearly all elenians and wood sprites, both male and female. It's not as if it's those dog-like boggles. Or a bunch of goblins. It's nothing most of us haven't done already. And if we all work on it, we should be able to cure most of them."

"But there could be hundreds of them!"

"Unlikely," she said. "Although the game takes liberties auto-generating these creatures, it will stick to the conceit that the boss-monster has corrupted beings that have come too close to its lair. The dryad's army only had fifty or sixty in it, and most of those were plant based. My guess is we're probably ... probably ..." she suddenly started pitching forward, making a "Gnnaahh! Gnnaahh!" sound as she came in front of us. 

She lolled back in the grass and called out to the heavens. Then, she patted the two girls on their heads while they continued to bask between her legs.

After dabbing the sweat from her brow she said, "We're probably up against between two to three dozen. If we can lure them out in smaller numbers, it won't be any problem dealing with that. Anyway, I'm going to try the ritual with Katie again and see if I can get more information."

Just then, four more elenians stopped by her lodge (two women and two men). One of the men said, "My lady, we just got off duty and were wondering if we could join you."

"Of course!"

I said, "Um ... I should be going. I'll catch up with you later." Yarrow was too busy welcoming her new lovers eager French-kisses to reply to me.

On the walk back, Frisks said, "See what I mean? I've known her since college. She always seemed to have a stick up her ass about sex. Thought maybe she was asexual even. But she's behaving like she's the one in a mating frenzy."

I could have told her she was wrong. Yarrow was much more nonchalant and in control than Blossom. This was something else.

Not that it was sinister.

To be honest, I could see myself behaving similarly if we were in a pixie village. Although I couldn't picture myself carrying on a conversation with my friends while having sex. But there was something weird and comforting about being with you're own species that would make casual orgies like that easy to slide into.

Two male elenians approached. Frisks spoke just as they were opening there mouths to say something. "Sorry, gents. Not interested. But maybe my friend could help you out. She wouldn't even have to kneel to suck you off." She made a big show of ushering their attention to me.

They turned toward me a little confused but hopeful. 

Fucking Frisks!

I turned to her and said, "You're being too uptight. I'm sure you'd love to spend the afternoon having these fine men use you as they see fit, wouldn't you?"

Through gritted teeth, she said, "Yes, I would love that." Then, she she spat at me, "Bitch!"

"Sorry," I said, not feeling at all sorry about triggering her compulsion.

I got back to the sprite's camp and was surprised to see four of them languishing by the stream.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Our matron is beginning to tire. Her frenzy is running its course. If you want any more of her growth, you'll have to act fast."

"Good to know," I said more to be polite than any other reason.

I slipped open the flap of the tent and the hot briny air hit me. It had to be twenty degrees hotter inside, which made sense considering all the bodies it contained and the non-stop activity that had been going on. At first smell was a bit nauseating as it stank like a fetid mix of musty odors. But after a breath or two, it didn't just become sweet, but intoxicating. 

I remembered it from yesterday. It was so easy to loose all control in here. I may have been getting put off sex while I was out there. But in here, I could feel myself moistening in anticipation and my nipples growing hard.

Blossom lay on her back with a sprite riding their over-sized clit and another riding their face. They moaned lasciviously as they rocked on either end of them.

It was better than my first sight of them yesterday, when they were railing some girl from behind, while the merchant matron did the same to them. The rutting, grunting mess was hard to reconcile with my memories of my shy girlfriend.

The matron was with the remaining sprite, and it was hard to believe that she was tiring in any way. The girl was resting on her shoulders with her hips high in the air, so the matron could pile-drive down into her with her swollen appendage. As I watched, I couldn't help feeling a little envious of the girl sprite.

I made my way over to Blossom and crouched by her head, although it was almost completely blocked by the sprite on top of her.

"Hey, Blossom," I said. "I'm here. If you need anything tell me." The sprite pulled up off her face, whether to let her answer or to reposition herself, I couldn't be sure.

Suddenly, my mouth was filled, by Blossom's tongue and the other girl's hot juices.

"Need to cum," she said to me an instant before the sprite's ass came back down on her face. It was one of the more comprehensible answers I'd gotten from her.

This was about the way it went. If you weren't having sex, you were waiting to have sex. Usually there were some spare sprites around to fool around with or just talk to while we waited to be needed. But I found myself very outplace here and considered leaving and coming back later.

The matron grunted an animal noise as she emptied herself into her partner. Quickly, she dismounted and grabbed me, dragging me to the ground.

I started trying to explain that I was there for Blossom as she ground her sloppy phallus against me, trying to press it into my entrance.  

"Please," she hissed. "Almost done. Almost done."

I looked over to Blossom, and it didn't look like she'd need me any time soon. 

I grabbed the matron's hips, slowing her thrusts and easing her into me. She was so lubed up from other pussies and her own ejaculate, she slid in easily. Once she was pounding me, she sat up and raised me so my ass was lifted by her thighs while she pistoned into me. 

She was an attractive woman, but her face was bright red with exertion, and her deep-pink hair was stringy from sweat and clumped together from other spillage. Her large eyes were dull and unfocused. But not nearly so bad as Blossom's had been. Her breasts weren't nearly as large as my girlfriend's, but they were big enough to rise and fall like waves with each push. I watched mesmerized as they floated free of gravity then came slapping back down.

But I didn't have the view for long, as the other sprite took advantage of my free face and pressed her sex against it.

The matrons cum leaked out of her over my lips. Unlike the semen from human males, sprites seemed to release something more akin to nectar. It was thick with a sweet floral taste. Despite knowing what it was, I found myself lapping it up, trying to get every drop as I was blissfully used as a vessel for the matron's desire. 

I lost myself pleasuring the sensitive, twitching pussy pressed into my face. The sounds of ecstasy escaping the sprite may have been my own as though it was channeling up through me and out of her. She reached down and massaged my breasts.

When she came, she made this high-pitched warbling moan and squirted down my chin and across my throat and breasts. It seemed that all the sprites were big squirters like Blossom, although only hers had healing properties. The gush being released on my body was the matron's cue. She hauled back and gave me six more hard thrusts, then filled me with more of her steaming nectar. Feeling myself braced by these two sprites and made a mess of as they climaxed sent me over the edge.

I flopped in the matron's embrace with uncontrollable convulsions of pleasure, bucking my hips, my moans smothered by the sprite still pressed to my face.

When we were all done, she climbed off, and the matron brought her lips to mine and embraced me. Her vibrant green eyes were bright now and held a glint of intelligence. Her phallus shrunk inside of me. At first, I thought it was just her going flaccid, but it kept dwindling. 

"Thank you," she said. "I'm done now."

Then, she was trying to rise. I noticed that her "growth" had shrunk but not yet disappeared. The sprite whose pussy I ate and one of the ones who'd been with Blossom helped her out of the tent. Her legs didn't seem capable of holding her weight and they shook and wobbled under her.

"Will she be okay?" I asked. 

"Some food and rest and she'll be better than new. I'll send in some of the others to assist you with your friend."

That last remaining sprite was helping Blossom up off her back. She had a desperate frantic expression on her face. I was about to ask what she needed. But of course it was sex.

The answer was always sex.

I got up on my knees, and said, "Come on, Baby. Let Ellie take care of you."