[Enemy: Sui has been inflicted with Spiritual blight! Spiritual blight has caused extended paralysis.]

“Melody, get up—run!” Clyde yelled. He didn’t have to tell the violated redhead twice. She kicked the shit out of the honeybee, grabbed her clothes, and took off in a dead run. Clyde grabbed his too and started after her, only to feel something crash into him from behind. “Keep going Melody, all of my efforts will be for naught if you’re caught.” Melody hesitated for just a bit then nodded, tears streaking from her eyes as she escaped.

He felt a twinge of pain and the injection of something foreign in his arm. Clyde let out a yell but as quick as the agony came, it went, replaced by something else.

“I don’t know what you did to Sui and I don’t care but I wasn’t finished!” Abby snarled, flipping Clyde over so that his back was to the ground. “That’s fine. I’ve always preferred men anyway.” She kissed him while massaging his horn. “You were the one I wanted. You’ll be my entertainment until that blight from Sui wears off. I’ll make sure to cum a few times before she eats you.”

Somehow, Clyde didn’t give a shit. No…he wanted this, too bad. He’d stay there for an eternity if it meant having sex with the bee woman. The young man knew these thoughts was the effect of the venom but couldn’t help himself. His erection tripled.

Abby smiled with glee.

“You’re mine. I can’t let Sui have you—oh!”

Her face flushed as she assumed the mount. Clyde felt the monster girl tighten a little as she laid forward, giving him a face full of too-perfect breasts. She rode him, but it felt amazing. Better than anything he’d ever had. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the sting. Whatever she injected into the young man, made him want to fuck forever. The lustful sting, he believed. “Oh! Oh damn! For a human, you’re the best I’ve had—oh!”

The bee woman kissed Clyde wildly as she motioned her hips, engulfing his horn. “What do you think, human? Feels good doesn’t it? Your slave days are going to be the best of your life. And now that you’ve been inside me, you’re going to take—oh! Oh! Ugh! Yes! Responsibility.” Suddenly, she began a wild ride then grabbed onto Clyde, kissing him, as she climaxed. The juices felt warm on his horn. “That’s only one. You interrupted us remember.” She rode and rode, until Clyde felt himself release what felt like barrels into her. He thought he’d wilt but didn’t. “My venom will keep you willing and going until I tire. I hope your blight will hold or else, I may have to kill my own friend. Unless she still wants you inside her.” The bee woman licked Clyde’s neck, bouncing at a steady pace. “One thing you should know. Contact with my juices greatly expand your lifespan. So you’re pretty much immortal.” She smirked. “Unless I’m killed in battle, we’ll be having this kind of skin-ship forever. But hey, I’ll find more creative waves to entertain you with my stinger.” She rode and bounce and rode, moaning in almost childish glee. She managed to get her tongue inside his mouth for a honey-tasting tongue kiss.

Just then, Clyde felt the bee girl tighten and convulse. His load exploded into her like a popped balloon, yet the venom still kept him erect. The bee woman resumed the galop.

“Yes! Yes! This is the greatest moment of my life, you’re mine! You’re mine forever. Oh, you’re lucky I’m not compatible with humans. You’d have an army of children.”

“Don’t you ever get dehydrated?” Clyde somehow managed to say, against the murkiness of his mind. He fought to keep his sense of self, strained internally against the poison.

“I drank plenty of water before this,” she replied, slowing her bounce into a more graceful, practiced motion. “Don’t confuse me for a puny human. We can ride for days. And I’ll know if you need a break, so don’t try anything.”

Clyde’s MP had regenerated to twenty percent, but he needed ten more to activate the spirit wave. Even more for it to be very effective.

“You could always marry me, puny human,” Abby said. “Bond to me eternally, serve the demon lord, and I shall give you pleasure whenever you desire. You’ll even get the chance to taste my honey. Honey that not even my master had the chance to experience.”

The bee woman convulsed again, hugged onto Clyde strongly, digging nails into his back. Her warm juices drenched Clyde’s lap.

“Okay this is ridiculous,” he said as she began the ride again. As if he hadn’t blown multiple loads already, he climaxed.

“Indeed, and you love it. Even if you don’t, I do. Oh! Fuck! Yes, that’s the spot! Oh! Oh! OH!” She started a machine-like gallop that looked as if it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. “Yes. Hon, do you want another dose of the stringer. The cooldown period is almost over.” She kissed him. “Ugh! I will never let you go. Or share you. You’ll become my husband—only I can make use of your talent.”

Clyde’s MP had reached forty percent. Just where he needed it. He allowed himself to get pleasantly raped in order to unleash unleashed another spirit wave. Only he couldn’t. Why didn’t it work? “Want to touch my breasts?” she pulled the young man’s hands up until they were cupping perfect melons. He unleashed another load. Abby seemed elated because she kissed him vigorously, passionately, then rode harder.

They climaxed at least twelve times as minutes passed. Clyde realized his mistake and the reason why the bee woman didn’t restrain him. Her hidden ability negated his skills. He’d have to try to physically overtake a superwoman. Yeah…that probably wasn’t happening. Monster girls sometimes had the strength of ten men.

If only he had some high-level physical abilities to guarantee his success. The young man silently vowed to himself to join the dojo seriously if he made it out of this.

Fuck this. He was glad that despite the skill-negation, the monster girl didn’t have the HP and MP halving effect with the rapes. This next move was a gamble.

With all the strength his muscles could afford, he fought against the venom, then flipped Abby to her back. A spray of her climax showered the air.

“Why you—”

Clyde forcefully injected all of his magic into his bracelet—he had just enough to pay for the cost.

[You have invoked a summon. Number of summons remaining: 1]

“You puny human—how dare you flip me and not even continue the dance. I’ll give you pain now.”

Clyde simple flipped the bee woman off, his eyes hardened. She looked surprised as he nonchalantly put on his sweatpants and shirt.

“You’re pushing through that venom—and then insult me? A human!” The bee woman snarled as she stood, stinger at the ready, advancing. Sui stirred, then jumped up, deadly fury in her eyes.

“What are you going to do, kill me?” Clyde said.

A stinger lurched toward him only to be caught by a hand. That hand snapped it in two, causing Abby to howl in utter agony.

Alice stepped forward dressed in an orange and black, shirt and shirt combo, short black cape on her back. Vicious black aura surrounded her, attuned to the rage of her glare. With a short wave her hand, Clyde felt her healing magic restore him.

“You’ve hurt my Clyde,” Alice said. “Wounded his pride, hurt his friends, and then you’ve tried to kill him.”

“Princess!”

Both the monster girls had their faces to the ground. “We didn’t know—please—”

A blast of magic the size of a building engulfed the monsters in a fit of screams that died into ashes.

Alice turned her gaze to Clyde. It softened. She dove into him, for a hug that seemed almost too good for the young man.

“Are you okay?”

“I am now,” he said, thrilled to see her, relishing her embrace. They both pulsed, the compatible souls synching.

“Why are you in the middle of nowhere?” Alice said as they both let go, almost reluctantly.

Clyde told her everything, leaving off certain parts of the story. She burst into laughter from his encounters, especially with the harpies. Apparently, Alice wasn’t fond of the winged women.

After half an hour, the duo reached Clyde’s side of the city. He didn’t have to rely on his Mental Navigation System thanks to Alice.

“I can sense that your friends are fine,” she said, “but you’re going home to wash and change. And equip up a little. If what you say is true, I’m willing to bet one of the other eyes of my father laid a trap around it.”

Clyde opened his mouth to protest but Alice wasn’t having it. In the end, he followed her suggestion, albeit under a caring glare.