365: The Few Still Not F*cked

With more men and women masturbating, fucking, and/or getting fucked rather than fighting, the proverbial noose tightened around Beatrice and her allies. Despite Beatrice’s desperate efforts and the levels she gained during the fight, battle was all but lost.

Information

Name

Beatrice

Age

18

Class

Succubus

Level

24 (27%)

Health Points

620/620 (+1.12/sec)

Arousal Points

35.4/357 (+0.01/sec)

Stamina Points

250/250 (+0.625/sec)

Physical Attack

21

Physical Defense

25

Magic Attack

25

Magic Defense

38

Speed

21

The previous level up filled up Beatrice’s Stamina Points, not that it did any good. The demonlings adapted to what few tricks she had, and the kills became increasingly hard to come by. Combined with a thinning list of allies, Beatrice had even more demonlings to worry about.

Beatrice needed more offensive capabilities. Some way to get rid of the main threat. But she could not get even close to it.

Skill Points

Total Skill Points

35

Unused Skill Points

3

Skill Points in Combat Craft

8

Skill Points in Mischief Craft

4

Skill Points in Eros Craft

20

Though Beatrice had a few Skill Points to work with, but she did not have even a second to spare to try and carefully figure out a helpful combination without risking her life. And each second was another second Olivia had to spend in the demon’s grasp.

The demon played with Olivia in increasingly inhumane ways. What was astonishing was that even seeing the potential fate of those the tentacle demon captured, many still fell to the demon’s corruption, gave in to their desire for pleasure. They fucked, they masturbated, calling out for the great god of pleasure, begging to be taken by it, to enjoy its slithering gifts to the humankind.

And while even the eunuchs’ spirit faltered, it became increasingly apparent to Beatrice that she resisted the demon’s mist far better than others. And not just resisted, her cock was never softer than it was now.

Beatrice could imagine herself joining the frenzy and giving herself to the tentacle demon that broke Olivia. Broke her just for resisting. Olivia made it clear she wanted no part of this and was punished for it in nightmarish ways. Beatrice wanted to rip the demon to pieces for such evil.

Despite Olivia’s “special” treatment, it was obvious that all who fell into the demon’s grasp would ultimately suffer a similar fate. Obvious to Beatrice, but not to so many others that moaned and orgasmed while fantasizing about the tentacles.

Ember was careful enough to stay away from the mist, though that did not save her from danger as her allies fell one by one. Those that resisted the demons were wounded or killed, those that resisted the tentacles were broken. Was it any wonder that many gave up? After all, the demonlings seemed content to leave the willing offerings alive for the tentacle demon to torment. And that gave Beatrice a near suicidal idea.

“Ahn!” Beatrice moaned after ducking form a demonling’s claw. And instead of a counterattack, she toggled off her [Sharp Claws (+1)] Skill and toucher her pussy instead. “W-why now? H-hot…”

Fuck, that sounds awful! Beatrice thought as she tried to get out of a demonling encirclement. Without a shred of actual arousal, the succubus got too self-conscious and found her pretend moans to be so corny that she held no hope that even a demonling would believe her. And indeed, the demonlings did not relent in their attacks.

Do I have to cast [Arousing Touch] on myself? Beatrice wondered. That was simply too risky of an action for Beatrice to take as she had absolutely no desire of getting herself aroused in this madness and fall like the others.

Beatrice saw a copulating couple of enforcers get wrapped up by a fresh batch of tentacles and picked up by the demon that seemed perfectly fine with multitasking. That gave Beatrice a better idea than arousing herself for real. She just needed to slip away from the demonlings.

*SLICE*

A demonling’s head rolled off its body after a half-broken yet still massive blade separated it from the rest of its body.

“Fridge?” Beatrice gasped in disbelief when she saw the giant, battered and bruised man fell a demonling.

Another demonling attempted to retaliate from the side, but Number Seven right in its direction and jammed his cleaver deep into its body before using his massive strength to cut upward until he reached its head and sliced it in half.