125: ED
With a decent healing Skill secured, Beatrice had only one thing left to do – complete the prerequisite condition for the Skill to be usable. Again, Beatrice swallowed hard. She needed to have sex with the dying girl.
Slowly and with great anxiety Beatrice moved to take her position between Tabitha’s legs. The closer Beatrice got to her position, the slower she moved. Beatrice was sweating. She knew what needed to be done. All that it required was a raging hard cock. A hard cock and a quick pounding were all it took in this world to save someone from dying. At least for a magical, Goddess-blessed sex demon-like Beatrice. There was only one problem. The succubus was not getting hard at all.
True, she had a quickie with Tabitha in the middle of Olivia’s fight just to calm down, but that was it. It was just to calm down. She only came two times. Just in case, Beatrice checked her Information to make sure that her Arousal Points had not gone into the negative for some reason.
Arousal Points
73.28/155 (+0.01/sec)
Big surprise, Beatrice thought as she looked at her nearly half-full Arousal Point Pool.
Maybe if she had taken a hit from Steve as bad as Tabitha or Olivia, Beatrice could have written her current flaccid condition as some sort of physical trauma. But no, Beatrice knew exactly what this was. Something she had not felt since she was summoned to this world. Performance Anxiety.
Beatrice knew she had no reason to be worried about her performance. Not after nearly twenty-four hours of non-stop sex. She knew she could make girls cum. She knew she had more stamina than most and could get hard again and again. She knew all that. But why was she stuck in her head? Why was she repeating the same thing over and over, convincing herself of things she already knew to be true?
It was embarrassing. But more importantly, she had no time for this! Tabitha’s life was hanging in the balance! Was that really all it took? A little bit of pressure for her confidence to crumble? Why?
This makes no sense!! Beatrice screamed internally as she massaged her soft cock, trying to get her soldier to perform. She closed her eyes, recalling all the good times she had in this world. She remembered how just this morning Tabitha gave her such a wonderful start to the day. But it only made things worse. The pleasant memory turned to pain as Beatrice instantly remembered how badly bruised and beaten Tabitha was currently, laying at her feet.
Even though she could barely see it at the time, Beatrice’s own imagination did all the work for her. Beatrice could clearly see as if with her own eyes, every dark blue and red bruise across Tabitha’s chest, the broken arm, the blood on her lips. It was even worse, because Beatrice’s imagination was not limited by her eyes, and she clearly envisioned how Tabitha’s organs bled out internally, how the broken rib that punctured Tabitha’s lung, drove itself deeper with each labored breath of the dying mage. In and out of the tissue, damaging it further.
And Beatrice was supposed to have sex?
What a cruel joke, Beatrice thought, cursing her own education that allowed for such vivid images.
Beatrice realized that all of this anxiety and damn erectile dysfunction started from her reservations at the thought that she had to perform the highly questionable act of having sex with a dying girl.
No! She’s not dying! Beatrice reminded herself. She won’t die! I won’t let her! That’s exactly why I need to do this! Pull yourself together, dammit! Are you a succubus or not!? If you won’t do this, she WILL die! Ember could not give two fucks! And even if she did, she has no way to heal wounds like this and we’re still in the middle of nowhere!
Fuck! Beatrice almost hit her own dick in frustration. I don’t have time for this!! Every second like this felt like an eternity. How long has it been? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Tabitha didn’t have either hours, or minutes, nor even seconds! Even now, Beatrice was wasting precious seconds. As if a giant old-timey clock was put against Beatrice’s ear, she could vividly hear the last seconds of Tabitha’s life ticking away. If it continued like this Beatrice would lose the mother of her unborn child!
No! Beatrice argued with herself. I don’t… I don’t know that… But… Even though Beatrice had no proof. She could not shake off the feeling that it was true. That Tabitha was the one who was pregnant. As could sweat poured from her forehead and into her semi-open eyes, the succubus realized that her hands were shaking.