200: Beatrice’s Assets (18++)
“Whatever do you mean?” Ember asked Samantha.
“Who exactly is this Beatrice?” Samantha asked. “You said that she’s just the newest of Lucarad’s priestesses. But since when is he sending any of them to certain death in the Forge?”
“I never did say that she’s a priestess though,” Ember pointed out. “You assumed that part on your own.”
“Who is she then?” Samantha asked.
“Someone who took the official purpose of the Forge of Champions seriously,” Ember said.
Samantha studied Beatrice for a couple of seconds, sighed, and said, “So another one has finally lost what little remained of her senses? Do you imagine yourself to be some hero that will save everyone? Too much of a coward to commit suicide, so you chose certain death in combat?
“Or it is that you simply can’t take it anymore and want to leap into the clutches of the demons so that they fuck you senseless and break your mind with continuous, escalating orgasms until you cannot even recall your name as you beg to be impregnated and turned into a breeding vessel for their brood? Well? Speak up!”
“If you fantasize about offering your body to demons for breeding, that doesn’t mean that everyone does,” Beatrice answered, meeting Samantha’s judging glare head-on. Her response got the attention of not only Samantha but even her sex partner. “Though if you want to re-experience the intensity of sex with a demon, I can offer you a taste.”
“Oh!? Hahaha!” Samantha laughed out loud at Beatrice’s comeback, riding her endowed partner hard with each laugh. “Good! At least this one has some semblance of a spine compared to the last hero wannabe that I met.”
“She has potential,” Ember agreed with a smile.
“And I-ah-sense that you’ve already taken a life before,” Samantha said to Beatrice. “But do you h-haaaahave any idea what you’re getting into with the Forge of Champions?”
“More or less,” Beatrice said. “In the end, all that matters is whether I’m skilled enough to beat my opponents or not. If I fail, I die. If I succeed, certain people will want me dead. But I will not die.”
“What makes you so certain?” Samantha asked as she rocked her hips against the hard cock inside her, while the man thrust into her with increasing speed.
“Because I’m not done sucking out all the marrow of life,” Beatrice answered.
“Heh… Well s-Ahn! What’s gotten into you?” Samantha asked her partner that fucked her harder and faster.
“I’m sorry… Fuh!” The man grunted as he apologized. “For some reason… Today…”
“I don’t care for your apologies! Hn~ Your pulsating dick tells me everything I need to know. If you want to cum inside my sweet pussy that badly already, I don’t really care. Get it out of your system and continue fucking me! We both know you won’t be satisfied until you’ve emptied your balls inside me at least three times!”
“Y-yes!” the man grunted and thrust his cock into Samantha with doubled passion. After each thrust, he lifted Samantha up a couple of inches while pulling back and then helped the gravity take her back down to meet his next powerful thrust, plunging as deep into Samantha as he could, making the voluptuous, self-medicating cock addict moan from the pleasure that she literally could not live without.
“Ahn! Now… Beatrice, remove that-Ahn!-that abomination of a cloak so that I can see what I’m working with. Great c-care-Ahhhh-fuck that’s good! You’re really making my pussy purr today, Gregor! Ah, where was I? Ah! Great care is needed when choosing equipment for the Forge of Champions!”
Beatrice certainly didn’t mind saying goodbye to her temporary decency cover that she picked up to try and limit the effectiveness of her [Unnatural Beauty] passive and—more importantly—not have her cock and tail out for public display while on the streets of Klapsus.
And as Beatrice slowly undid her cloak, she met Gregor’s lecherous gaze. The man had been watching her for some time now, which did not escape Beatrice’s notice. Beatrice couldn’t help but wonder if Gregor kept thinking of her while fucking Samantha. Was he imagining fucking her pussy as he pounded Samantha?
Beatrice put her theory to the test as she let her cloak fall from her shoulders, revealing her massive, barely covered breasts. Beatrice’s lace bra that was just a step away from being nothing more than a string bikini, left little to the imagination and Beatrice saw Gregor’s eyes dart to the seducing, shapely breasts of her eighteen-year-old body that were not only two sizes larger than Samantha’s, but somehow also perkier at the same time.
“Yes! You’re so big today, Gregor! You’re filling me up!” Samantha moaned as she approached her orgasm. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Stretch my pussy! Make me cum!”
Gregor moaned and grunted as he pounded Samantha’s pussy while fixated on Beatrice’s breasts. Was it just the size of her breasts that turned Gregor on? Was it the novelty of seeing a new sexy female form? Beatrice wondered as she watched Gregor fantasize about her body while fucking Samantha. Was Gregor simply too used to Samantha? It’s not like the city wasn’t full of other young women to fuck. Though Beatrice started to forget that not everyone could orgasm dozens of times per day like she could and still get erect without even so much as soreness. Maybe it was that fucking Samantha turned into a job?
Whatever the case, Gregor closed his eyes as he approached orgasm. He dug his fingers into Samantha’s thighs and thrust as hard and fast as he could, following his male instinct to unload his seed into a fertile female womb. Though Beatrice wondered whether it was Samantha’s womb that Gregor desired to impregnate with his seed.
“Yes! Cum! I feel you’re about to cum! I’m cumming, Gregor! Cumming!!”
After a few more thrusts, Gregor drove his cock deep into Samantha’s pussy and jerked as he unloaded his seed into her clamping pussy. The pair climaxed nearly at the same time, basking in their orgasms.
Only after Gregor came down from his high, did his eyes finally go lower past Beatrice’s breasts. Lower, to where the succubus’s skimpy, lace panties barely covered her futanari cock.