351: Ready to F*ck (18+)
Bob marveled at Beatrice’s majestic figure as she landed gracefully on her feet after slicing off half of the demonling’s claws. And as the demonling recoiled, screeching in pain, Beatrice did not stop pressing her advantage. Her experience with Peter and Wendy was a valuable lesson. The moment Beatrice saw that her claws could cut through the demonling, she made her decision. The demonling had four more undamaged legs, and that was four too many.
With each swipe, she further amputated the demonling, throwing it off balance, making it even more exposed to further attacks. Easy… Too easy… Beatrice couldn’t help but think that, but it only made her be more cautious, careful not to make a misstep, on a look out for some surprise attack.
This resulted in the demonling getting methodically cut piece by piece. What counter attacks the demon attempted attempted were giant, telegraphed swings which Beatrice easily avoided before further shortening the attacking appendage. Before long, the demonling rolled on the ground until Beatrice put if out of its misery and sliced its head to pieces.
Beatrice stood up before a pile of sliced meat and bug parts, watching it for any signs of life.
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The pleasant notification informed Beatrice that this particular demonling would most likely never move again.
Bob marveled at his goddess’s straight, confident posture with a hard cock under his kilt. A cock that bore deep bite marks, but otherwise healed and functional, thanks to Carl.
“Ah,” Bob gasped, barely holding back from stroking his cock. The way the Cock Gifter dealt with the demon against which he was powerless. The way she handled herself. The way her giant breasts swung from side to side with each swipe. He wanted to suck on them while he fucked his goddess. Bob looked at Beatrice’s black pleated miniskirt, remembering the two cocks her goddess proudly displayed. He wanted to fuck her until she came buckets from both those cocks.
Unfortunately for Bob, Beatrice had no mind for sex at that moment. Countless questions stormed through her mind. Everyone was scared of this demon, yet it’s dead already. Why that easy? My leveling paid off? I’m that much stronger than I realize? What about Peter and Wendy? Was that monster an exception? What was it? Fire. Bob’s fire attacks did nothing, but the eunuchs don’t appear to be weaklings. Magic! Olivia mentioned that the demonlings resist most magic. But my [Illusionary Split] worked on it. It depends on the type of magic? [Illusionary Split] is Mischief Craft. Or is there some other reason? Why didn’t it attack Felicia?
FELICIA! Beatrice walked past the motionless corpse, straight to the one responsible for so many deaths here.
“Having fun?” Beatrice asked as she approached the pint-sized hairball who kept on sitting on the ground and merrily masturbating her cum-covered cock. The beastkin had already cum at least once.
“Haah~~!?” Felicia moaned with a happy smile and finally lifted her eyes to Beatrice.
“I have so many questions,” Beatrice said, contemplating how to deal with the beastkin. Handing her over to the eunuchs for them to test out her “gifts” was almost too obvious of an option, but Beatrice was worried whether Felicia would even survive such an encounter.
“Ah, I have a question too!” Felicia grinned. “Won’t you get down on all fours and suck me off?”
“…”
“Cumming like this feels great, but I want more! What does a blowjob feel like? The least you could do is make me cum with your mouth and lick me clean for all you’ve done! Oh, lick my pussy after that while I masturbate! I want to try that too! Ah! What’s with that look!? Don’t you want to? ‘Don’t you want to live?’, I mean.”
Beatrice caught a momentary malicious glare from Felicia who then shuddered from an unexpected surge of pleasure when she tried to touch with her pussy while fantasizing about having it licked. And past Felicia’s moans, Beatrice heard an unnerving sound coming over the edge of the arena. What at first was so faint that she didn’t even hear it, now grew louder and louder. An ominously familiar sound that Beatrice learned just a couple minutes ago. The skittering of countless legs.
“Get away from the edge!” Beatrice screamed to Bob and Carl just as the first demonlings crawled over the edge right next to her and Felicia.