509: Milk Sucker (18+)
“This Captain is all over the place, so better increase my chances against him,” was Beatrice’s reasoning for doubling down on her [Arousing Touch] Skill.
Skill Enhancement: Arousing Touch (+1)
Rank: C
Type: Eros Craft / Active
Cost: 50 Stamina
Cooldown: 20 minutes
Description: With a single touch the Succubus can increase the arousal of her target. For maximum effect touching erogenous zones is recommended. Great Willpower or B-Rank and higher protective spells are required to remain unaffected.
Requires direct skin contact between the Succubus and the target.
Minimum Requirements:
Character level: 25
Skill Points in Eros Craft: 15
Previously C-Rank protective spells were required to cancel out the arousing magic. And while Captain Grizwald certainly seemed more than capable of withstanding direct magic attacks (and probably physical ones too), Beatrice had her suspicions that the sick pervert would be far more susceptible to her Eros Craft.
The Succubus gave the Captain enough credit to increase the power of her [Arousing Touch], but that was also because she wanted to increase her chances of resolve the situation with Eros Craft as much as possible and avoid Ember’s scorched earth approaches.
Certainly, there was no guarantee that Grizwald would not be able to resist the enhanced version too, but Beatrice bet against this one-note simpleton having such high resistances. And even if he did, in Beatrice’s mind it was still a worthwhile investment in the long-term of one solitary Skill Point regardless of whether it worked in this situation or not.
“UUHGLRGHL!?” Grizwald’s eyes bulged as he gurgled and choked on Ava’s milk. And yet his tongue waggled with greater purpose and his lips puckered forward, reaching for the source of the increasingly tasty drink.
Beatrice had her answer.
Captain Grizwald grabbed Ava and pressed her chest against his giant mouth hole. He opened wide— drool and milk pouring over his fat fish lips—and enveloped a good portion of Ava’s massively overdeveloped milkers.
“C-captain, what about us?” one of the addicted Purple Capes asked as he crawled to the Captain that monopolized the only source of their new white drug.
“Y-yes, please!” another man begged as he tugged on Grizwald’s leg. “Share some with us-GHUHH—”
A kick to the stomach was all the addict got as Grizwald had no intention of sharing. He never did. Instead, he sucked even more, sucking in more and more of Ava’s overgrown breasts into his mouth.
By now, an average man’s mouth would struggle with taking in anything more than Ava’s nipples and areolas. But Grizwald did not have an average mouth. His cheeks inflated like a bubble fish, more than half of both Ava’s breasts was already inside his mouth, his throat muscles worked non-stop to swallow every pump of white juice he sucked out of Ava, and he was not stopping.
“C-captain…” one of the Purple Capes that came with Grizwald spoke up timidly. Supposedly they were here to take care of the insolent intruders, yet now their captain was doing the same thing he threatened to kill for.
A few of the sane men looked at each other nervously. Their thoughts were plain to see. Confirmed by one of the men who slowly moved toward the exit, inch by inch, with his back pressed against the wall. Nothing good was to come and they all realized it. The fire had finally died down and they had a chance to get out of here.
A few men nodded in agreement and turned to run, but a chillingly loud snap of fingers crushed their hopes. A wall of fire rose in the empty doorway and the owner of the flames smiled as she said, “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Going!? Who’s going!?” Grizwald let out Ava’s breasts out of his mouth and turned to his men. “If you have time to go, then get over here and undo my pants!”
“Ehh, Captain?”
“You heard me! Undo my pants or I’ll undo your birth!” Grizwald screamed. He then turned to Ember and said, “you, fire-whore! Get over here and put a flame under this cow’s tits to warm up the milk more.”
“What!?” Beatrice asked.
“Fuck you!” was Ember’s reply.
“Whatever, your fire skills suck anyway!” Grizwald said. “Men! One of you go light yourself on fire and coma back here as a human torch so that I can start cooking this cow!”
The sane Purple Capes looked at each other nervously. But Grizwald had no patience for hesitation. He turned to the addicted guards instead and said, “the first one of you to bring me fire will get to share the cow’s left tit!”
The addicts jumped at the opportunity and instantly started to fight each other for the right to burn the other alive for the opportunity to drink some hot mommy milk.
“Beatrice…” Olivia called to the succubus.
“Yeah, this is getting weird,” Beatrice said.