352: Rally (18+)
With barely a chance to warn her loyal followers, Beatrice found herself seconds from getting overwhelmed by an increasing count of demonlings that quickly crawled over the edge of the arena from the depths of the dark depths below. Just a few demonlings would be bad enough, but Beatrice heard far too many bug-like noises along the edge around her, to expect a good outcome if she stuck around.
With no time to think, Beatrice pointed her claw at Felicia’s forehead. The white-haired, long-eared beastkin girl looked back at Beatirce with a pleased face and an open mouth as she kept masturbating her cock and moved on to playing with her pussy.
Fuck! Beatrice hesitated on piercing Felicia’s skull. She had no way of knowing if killing Felicia would make the situation any better or worse. Out of time, Beatrice grabbed the pint-sized beastkin, threw her over her shoulder and ran away from the edge of the arena, toward the men and women who had been fighting to the death just moments ago.
Unfortunately, although the beastkin was as light as one would expect from a pint-sized young woman, it was enough to noticeably slow Beatrice down. The succubus did not need to look back to realize that she would not be able to outrun the demonlings that poured over the edge. Beatrice was about to drop her hostage plan, literally, when arrows and spears flew in her direction, past her, right at the demonlings.
“Protect Felicia!” the enforcers shouted as they rallied.
“Hold them back!” shouted Bob as he unleashed a fire spell that he had channeled together with two other shirtless buff eunuchs. But even their dense fire spell did little more than slow down the demons.
“She’s saving Felicia!?” one of the enforcers looked in confusion at Beatrice. He was pretty sure that the big-breasted participant was one of the rebels they were supposed to kill, but he was previously too busy abusing his privileges with one of the booth girls to be sure of anything, and just went with the flow.
“What’s going on!? Why are the demonlings here!?” many enforcers were on the verge of panic.
“Send for the Purple Capes!” on of the enforcers cried.
“You are the Purple Capes!” a eunuch pointed out.
“The other ones!” the enforcer cried.
“Send for the army!” someone else screamed.
Several enforcers were more than happy to run for help, but a swift slam in each of their chests with an open hand from a slim, masked young man put a stop to their flight.
“Ghuaaaakkhhh,” one enforcer fell to the knees, grasping at his solar plexus, struggling to breathe.
“J-Jerry!” the other enforcer managed to utter, suffering the same chest-slamming fate.
“There shall be no unsanctioned fleeing from the arena!” the man calmly restated the official position on the matter.
Thanks to the joint forces of the remaining enforcers and eunuchs, Beatrice gained the valuable seconds she needed to put some distance between her and the increasing count of the demonlings.
At least they have a common enemy, Beatrice thought as she witnessed the fight between the enforcers and her loyal buff eunuchs end abruptly. However, the number of demonlings grew rapidly. From ten, to twenty, to thirty, they swarmed the outer edge of the arena and rushed forward. At least they’re not spewing forth all around us, yet—
“AH!?” Beatrice exclaimed in surprise and dropped Felicia, who had casually grabbed her breast.
Beatrice then witnessed with her own eyes how Felicia kept masturbating even during her fall to the ground.
Did I overdo it when I cast both [Dick Growing (+2)] and [Arousing Touch] on her? Beatrice wondered as she saw Felicia not give a single fuck about the rapid rise of demonling numbers. No, that makes no sense! It’s such a standard combination!
Beatrice grabbed Felicia’s neck, pointed her nail at Felicia’s forehead for the second time, and ordered, “Stop this at once!”
“Ahn! Why?” Felicia asked. “It feels so good! Don’t you like watching me masturbate? Don’t you want to fuck me-eghhhkl?”
Beatrice tightened her grip on Felicia’s neck, “Stop the demonlings!” You summoned them! Now get rid of them!”
“Ghkleeekhe-hehe,” Felicia giggled through her struggling gasps. “Why do you assume that I can?”
“Cow-tit slut! Let go of Felicia at once!” a haphazardly armored enforcer shouted as her ran at Beatrice with his sword drawn.
“Fool! She’s the one who summoned those demons!” Beatrice shouted at the clueless enforcers.
“LIES!” the enforcer raised his weapon over his head to bring it down on Beatrice.
“Tch!” Beatrice let go of Felicia’s neck and swiftly punched the enforcer right in his leather-covered stomach.
“GHUA—” the enforcer gasped with bulged eyes as his body bent in the shape of the banana from the impact and flew back.
Beatrice looked at her fist, realizing that at this stage an average city guard would pose no more threat to her than a child.