462: Height of Delusion (18++)
Helen heard the Queen’s every word. Her mind tore itself apart in a desperate battle between dread and lecherous excitement as she watched the nine-foot-tall wall of pure muscle and impure cock steadily approach her without a shred of love or care in its eyes. It shamed Helen that her pussy ached so much for that merciless cock.
The other two priestesses did not hear a single word. Neither did they notice Carl’s approach. And even if they had, neither of them would have cared. They were too busy getting high on cum, pleasure, and wish-fulfillment fantasies while getting pounded in whichever way Liam and Jeremy desired.
The two former eunuchs, former men were more than happy to indulge the fantasies of the two fallen priestesses. Once in a while they moaned something about love or babies and cried out each other’s names. Neither Liam nor Jeremy particularly cared about any of that lovey-dovey stuff. But both of them were appreciative of how much each of the two women encouraged them to fuck the other and fill her up to the brim. And the thought of getting both priestesses pregnant while fucking them silly excited both monsters on a base level.
After all, wasn’t it every man’s goal in life to get as many hot women pregnant with their child as possible? And now, Liam and Jeremy found themselves at the top of the food chain. They rose from cockless, broken servants to the epitome of masculinity and the height of fertility.
Liam and Jeremy looked at each other as they screwed the two women between them. Their hard, ripped muscles glistened with sweat. Their champion forms and shredded eight-packs were without a doubt what every lonely woman fantasized about while satisfying herself at night. If they walked into the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild now, they would without a doubt be instantly granted triple S-rank and get sucked off by every S-rank beauty there just for gracing them with their divine presence while the other women would fight each other to the death for a chance to approach them.
Yes, a tournament! Liam and Jeremy would organize a tournament of their own! Only the hottest women would be permitted, of course. And the grand prize? The privilege to spread their legs for them and receive the greatest two cocks in the entire world!
It would probably be dangerous to put a baby in the winner, Liam thought. The other women might kill her out of jealousy!
Then we’ll just have to put a baby into every woman, Jeremy thought of a simple solution while filling up Priscilla’s bowels with cum.
The Queen was already getting bored of watching their delusional foursome and was thinking up further instructions for Carl once he was done with Helen to spice things up.
“Approximately twenty guards are quickly approaching this location using the little southwest staircase,” Noel suddenly spoke up.
“Oh, we can’t have that!” Merillia said. “They will just ruin the mood. Noel, go tell them to sweep the tunnels for the escaping intruders. But they are to remain open.”
“Yes, My Queen,” Noel said and remained standing where he stood. However, his half-dead eyes turned completely lifeless.
“Now—Ah?” the Queen was surprised when she suddenly felt something akin to two needles press against the back of her neck. “When did you get there?”
Beatrice stood four feet behind the Queen with arm raised and two extended claws pressing against the Queen’s neck. However, they did not even pierce the Queen’s skin. Beatrice knew her nails should have extended further and gone straight through that thin, haughty neck.
However, the same translucent energy that fucked Olivia and bound Beatrice before now got in the way between Merillia’s neck and Beatrice’s claws, stopping them dead in their tracks before they could shed even a drop of royal blood.
“GHAAAAH!!” Beatrice screamed in pain when the translucent tentacle snapped and broke both her claws.
Beatrice tried to retreat, but—regardless of whether the Queen’s defenses were sentient or automated—Beatrice was quickly bound for the second time after her last-ditch effort to take out the apparent enemy leader.
“I could have sworn you were all the way over there,” Merillia looked to where she last saw Beatrice get cast aside. With the momentary surprise passed, the Queen did not even bother to face her assailant sooner than needed.