422: Next Move (18+)
Beatrice let out a deep sigh as she stood over two hot women on their knees before her embraced in a passionate cum swapping kiss. Beatrice’s last orgasm came after the [Dick Growing (+2)] Skill had just ended on Samantha and Ember, yet they could not miss a chance to experience one more taste of the succubus’s heavanly nectar, the flavour of which was uniquely special depending on the recepient of the succubus’s seed.
And as Samantha and Ember savoured the last drops of the succubus’s latest load that was much more subdued compared to the usual showerings (which still made it a far bigger load than any average cock weilder could hope to produce), they swapped the texture that was different to each of them, sending it back and forth from one’s mouth to the other, coiling their tongues while their nipples pressed into each other, Ember’s perky breasts losing ground to Samantha’s considerably larger bosom.
And watching this scene of two hot women enjoying her latest gift, Beatrice let out a deep sigh as her cock softened after the lastest orgasm. Just moments before Samantha did a wonderful job of sucking out what few drops of cum had still remained inside Beatrice’s cock, not forgetting to lick clean the outside of both cum and the juices of both her and Ember, both of which Beatrice explored thoroughly.
Yet despite what was an incredibely hot scene following an action that would usually send the succubus into a horny frenzy, Beatrice was grateful for the cleaning job in so far as it allowed her to save time on cleaning and go get dressed.
This did not go unnoticed by either Samantha nor Ember, though they did not let that ruin their delicious moment. But eventually that came to its inevitable conclusion, by which point Beatrice was dressed, back in her skimpy “schoolgirl’s” outfit, checking in on Olivia who was still deep asleep.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you grew bored with having sex,” Ember said as she approached Beatrice while putting on her same ol’ blue robes that all Lucarad’s priests and priestesses wore.
“No,” Beatrice answered shortly and stood up before adding, “Just dissapointed.”
“... With what?” Ember asked.
“I thought I made progress with my skills,” Beatrice said, speaking loudly, past Ember, looking at Samantha instead who also slowly got up, having had her temporary, short-lived fill of pussy filling. “Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to help you. For that I am sorry.”
Samantha smiled bittersweetly, thought for a moment, and then asked Beatrice, “Are you going to stop trying?”
“Absolutely not!” Beatrice promised. “However, for now, this means I have very few options with what to do to help Olivia, unless you can keep her asleep several days.”
“Out of the question!” Samantha shook her head. “Unless you prefer that your friend never wakes again.”
“Then I’m taking her to the High Priest temporarily, until I am able to cure her from this demon corruption,” Beatrice said.
Samantha’s dissaproval was clear, but without any better solutions to offer she just said, “For your friend’s sake, I hope your cure comes swiftly and is more reliable than what the Priest has to offer all that come under his care.”
“Before we go, I have to ask you for one more thing,” Beatrice said. “Do you have some other clothes or concealing robes to offer us? After everything that happened in that arena, I do not think it’s a good idea to remain in the same outfits while in the city. I would be shocked if nobody was looking for us. Unless this mask also makes everyone forget they saw me in it?”
Beatrice checked the description of her concealing mask, but was not hopeful that the thousands that saw her in the arena would suddenly get amnesia, just because the description said that the wearer’s identity is concealed.
Item: Mask of Concealment
Item Class: Rare
Effects: As long as the mask is worn, conceals the wearer’s identity from anyone that did not witness the wearer put on the mask unless the wearer reveals their identity.
“No, it won’t help you with those that saw you,” Samantha explained. ‘Although your identity under the mask is protected as long as you did not reveal yourself or say who you are, if you made enough of an impression to not fade into the background, everyone will still recognize your apperance as the same mysterious masked woman they saw last night.”
“I’m pretty sure that people will remember the mysterious woman that used her tail to fuck a princess senseless shortly before instigating a coup d'etat against the tournament organizers,” Ember chuckled.
“... That would do it,” Samantha said, clearly not being informed on the finer details of Beatrice’s last night’s adventures.
“But simply throwing a hooded cloak over you is also a bad idea,” Ember added. “Out on those streets up above, the more you try to hide your identity the more you stand out, even if you’re not wrong about wanting to stay out of sight. We can return to the High Priest while avoiding the busy streets.”
“That’s great, but first I need to quickly get to the inn with the two cat girls,” Beatrice said.
“... Which one?” Ember asked, though her darkened facial expression betrayed her knowledge about the answer to that obvious question.