Trigger: Sexual Content
(Trigger warning: Characters in this chapter will be bitten by an aphrodisiac bug. )
The gnarly trees slowly thinned out the closer to Thronkaville she got. The pale sky was cloudless and sunless, making the surroundings gloomy and desolate. The small brick and mud houses were evenly built a mere 3 feet from one another.
Midday has just started, the chimneys in people's houses begin to smoke as they start to prepare their midday meal.
Before the silvery red head beauty could enter the village of Thronkaville, she could hear miserable screams and people running from here to there. The sound exhilarated her and made the once dull heat flare up instantly.
She could vaguely see numerous small black bugs with pink and red stripes imprinted on their back crawling all over the place.
These bugs had fore-cep like pinchers, and a pair of membranous wings that are folded under powerful, short wings.
These bugs are particularly good at biting. Fortunately, their venom only has an aphrodisiac effect on humanoid creatures.
And it was this specific effect that the silvery redhead wanted to make use of. The head in her body was consistently bothering her. She knew that using her hands wouldn't cut it.
So, she needed bodies.
And who else could she use but her numerous test subjects that she had been subjected to turmoil and chaos with?
What's a little more?
She watched as those pink and red striped bugs bit adults one after another. Another set of brown bugs, a lot larger than the other, drunkenly scurried about, biting children and then carrying them off to Goddess knows where.
A small smile crept upon her graceful face as she slipped off her dirty and hazardous-looking dress. She stood underneath a large tree, her face flushed, and her enchanting eyes glinted in a haze. Her forked tongue flicked out seductively.
She waited until she couldn't see or hear the children and until the adults began to tear off their own clothes. Their cheeks flushed, and their eyes glazed over in lust. Most of them stood in the middle of the village square with vacant eyes.
"Let the peach festival begin!" The silvery redhead beauty shouted as she sauntered into the crowd.
Her afterimage shimmered in the sun, like a mirage; she seemed to be everywhere. While the nocturnals crawled over each other to bite the children, putting them into a deep coma, the other set of bugs charged towards the adults like they were going to war. The bites were excruciating to say the least, but they brought so much joy to the female dragon. Her eyes sparkled with both lust and excitement.
The chaotic energy in her veins rampaged. It made her skin glow a faint green before turning back to normal. Her black skin shimmered, longhorns protruded out of her head, while her pristine fingernails turned into destructive claws.
Her long and thick tail swung back and forth, and her wings straightened out as she balanced herself through the underbrush.
"Run, my little lovelies, it's almost prime time," she remembered to warn herself as she watched the man and women scurry out of the way. They ran as far as they could in the opposite direction of her, but even then that would never hold her back
One by one, women's eyes slowly glazed over. Their once faithful gazes turned lustful with a certain heat that made them hurriedly take their clothing off in the middle of wherever they were. Their breathing came in hard and ragged gasps as they pounced on one another.
The breaths mingle as the mouths connect and their tongues fault for dominance with each other. Looking in the eyes, one could tell they didn't have an inkling of what was going on and their surroundings. All they could think about was a certain release that was as primal as the dawn of time.
Oh, there you are, Esmeralda. I've been looking for you" she cackled
Esmeralda was the village chief's wife. A human woman who was enslaved by vampires and ran away pregnant from vampires. In the end, she married a man who was part bear and part vampire. That was one hell of a combination.
However, currently, Esmeralda was kissing a female companion. It was clear from the basket and clothing on the ground that they had just come back from doing laundry.
The female dragon watched as Esmeralda took the woman into her arms in a very dominant way, kissing her with an almost desperate need. The poor woman was being dominated by the village chief's wife. Esmeralda's hands were severely naughty as they roamed all over her companion's body.
The silvery red-haired dragon watched in fascination as Esmeralda kissed, using her tongue to slide into every crevice that it could as she went lower and lower.
Nearby, her husband, the village chief was nearby, was not even noticing his wife's menstruation. Then again, it could be that he was currently giving backshots to a visitor that he just so happened to be sending off.
What a world..
Moans and groans could be heard from miles away as the adults indulged in pleasure.
Out of all the people in the village she hated the most, it was Esmeralda. It wasn't because there was any significant bad blood. There was no real grudge to be held. It was mainly because Esmeralda was too pure. She was too good. She had to do all the right things at all the right times. She was what she would call Miss perfect, even when she wasn't trying to be, and this itself made the silvery red-haired woman extremely envious. Not necessarily jealous, but envious, it was a freedom that she could not obtain, and she wondered if she ever would, and with this starting in mind, Esmeralda is going to be her very first victim.
This was something that she never fantasized about, but now that the opportunity has presented itself, the one question remains.
Why the hell not?
And with that being said, the silvery redhead woman bypassed the nauseating, infectious coupling and went straight towards the village chief's wife. With a seductive smile on her face, she stripped off the only tattered dress that she wore. It was broad with a unique belladonna flower at the hem. Even though she didn't know why that flower was embroidered on the hymn of her dress, she knew that it had significance. That was the only reason she hadn't grabbed the dress as of today.
Oh, what a predicament you are in, Esmeralda, and who might this be…. OH, I see it's Chelsea, the village gossip, wow, now she'll have something truthful to say after the fact." The woman cackled merrily.
Without another word, the silvery redhead woman yanked Esmeralda into her arms for simply kissing her, disregarding Chelsea in her entirety. Passionately, not knowing exactly who her lips were on as far as Chelsea was concerned, she slowly slipped her clothes off while simultaneously kissing down Esmeralda's neck, hugging her from behind.