135: Streets of Klapsus (18+)
The moment Beatrice and her group got down from the overlooking hillside and into the streets of city proper, Beatrice realized what she was in for. The city did not disappoint.
The medieval-like buildings were non-descript, generic, and nothing to write home about. Pressed against each other, these one-story, two-story, and three-story buildings looked cramped, many of the wooden doors and misaligned no doubt caused major heat-loss issues in the winter. Though Beatrice had no conclusive evidence on what kind of climate this city was in, and whether there was any winter at all. But the succubus did not care to ask and figure the simple climate matter out, because all her attention was on something else.
Beatrice could barely control herself as she walked through the city. The overwhelming majority of the city’s citizens walked around in extremely revealing, slutty clothing. Skin-tight shorts, fishnet shirts with no bras underneath, exposing all shapes and sizes of breasts to those that would desire to cream them. Many girls seemed to struggle to keep their pants on that stayed around their hips, strapped by worn belts. But none of those girls seemed to mind that their bubbly butts were half exposed to the public, with nothing but a thin string from thongs or g-strings “covering” them.
A petite elf walked past Beatrice wearing no pants at all, and instead of panties she worse only strapped together, tiny, narrow black belts that barely covered the slit of her shaved pussy. Public indecency clearly isn’t a thing here, Beatrice concluded, realizing just how much she already enjoyed walking through this degenerate city. Beatrice and the elf looked back at each other and the elf smiled mischievously. Beatrice’s growing cock throbbed, and the succubus knew it would not be long before she would lose all control and jumped some hot chick or three.
Beatrice’s group walked further into the city, walking past a couple casually having sex in plain view. Some wolf-life beastkin lifted the girl up by the hips and pressed her back against the wall of one of the houses as he thrust his cock inside her. The cat girl wrapped her legs around the guy’s legs and moaned in his ear. After a particularly powerful slam, the cat girl dug her long nails into the beastkin’s furry shoulders and bit into his ear.
One skinny guy was sitting on a bench, laid back, with his arms spread and resting against the wooden back of the bench. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a flat, nearly hairless chest and a little belly, and his pants were down around his ankles. Two imposing bodyguards stood behind this unimpressive looking man, while two dark-skinned, big-breasted blondes (that wore nothing but thongs and string bikinis that were too small to cover their nipples) were on their knees in front of him, licking the skinny man’s average-sized cock from both sides, covering it in their drool, before taking turns deepthroating it down to his hairy balls.
“Are we in that S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild district?” Beatrice asked, barely looking away from the sight.
“Huh? No!” Ember laughed. “That’s several miles over in that direction.”
“Amazing,” Beatrice uttered as she continued looking around. Even with all the upgrades, she did to her Arousal Pool, the succubus could barely control herself when presented with such degenerate sights.
The succubus thought that Tabitha’s mage outfit was slutty, but compared to some of the girls here, the masochistic slut was modest. Meanwhile, Ember, Olivia, and Rafaelia were dressed like catholic nuns by comparison.
Beatrice wondered how much non-stop, casual, carefree sex and public displays it took to normalize this to the point that an average person could walk these streets as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
“Shit!” Olivia cursed, bringing Beatrice out of her daze.
As hard as it was, Beatrice looked past all the naked flesh and sex and saw what Olivia noticed further down the street: three Purple Capes, fully armed and armored, walking toward them.
Already? Beatrice sighed in disappointment. Even though the chances that every Belmot’s Purple Cape guard would already know how Beatrice and the others looked like, it wouldn’t be wise to take any chances, and starting a fight the moment they appeared in the city was definitely a bad idea.
“This way,” Ember said and spirited away sideways into a nearby alley. Beatrice and the others followed her before the Purple Capes could see them through the thinning crowd.
Once in the alley, Beatrice saw that they walked in on a couple of naked girls having a little fun. Namely, a bunny girl with long, fluffy white ears pressed against a brick wall with one leg raised in the air. Squatting under her was a big-breasted blonde with long blond hair and giant tits hanging down, waiting for somebody to milk them while she ate out the bunny girl.