513: Fall to Man Milk
“Here big boy!” Beatrice kept luring naked captain Grizwald forward by dangling unconscious Ava like a carrot for a donkey.
A group of Purple Cape soldiers kept crawling behind their Captain on all fours, licking up the milk off the floor that the Captain kept continuously secreting. The group continued on though the splitting corridors until they came upon a post with several guards stationed over a giant barred hole.
“What the hell!?” the guards jumped to their feet when they saw the debauched procession approaching their post.
“Oh, don’t mind us,” Ember said when she appeared out of a fire behind the three guards.
“WUAAH!?” the guards screamed in surprise and drew their weapons, but Ember drove them back with her fire. Back, all the way to the approaching, lactating captain until they slipped on his milk.
“Drink up!” Olivia pressed the faces of two guards into the milky floor.
The third guard desperately tried to scramble away, but Olivia grabbed him by his hair, but a dagger to his neck and asked, “Emily! Where is she!?”
“Who?”
“Don’t play dumb! The kids that Belmot collects!! Where are they!”
“T-the only kids I know are with his daughter, Ophelia, in the main fortress!” the guard all but screamed out the information, feeling Olivia’s dagger prick the skin at his throat.
“Then that’s where we go!” Olivia announced and threw the guard to the milk.
“Not so fast!” Ember objected. “First, we find Y’shtara and her little sister.”
“And Tabitha!” Beatrice added.
“Yeah, that too,” Ember said with all the consideration one would give to a misplaced scarf.
“But—” Olivia wanted to object.
“Think about it!” Beatrice interrupted Olivia. “Wouldn’t it make much more sense to free as many prisoners as we can and cause as much chaos as possible before going after Belmot’s daughter?”
“I… I know,” Olivia conceded, begrudgingly.
“Y’shatara! Or Y’shlata! Any one of you seen either of them!?” Ember shouted into the barred pit while standing on top of it.
“Ember! Just free them all!” Beatrice said.
“I… was about to…” Ember lied half-heartedly and looked toward the freshly addicted guards to locate which one of them had the key to the locked metal bars. “There we go!”
Ember swiftly moved to the guard whose face Olivia earlier showed into Grizwald’s milk and relieved the man of his keychain. She then grabbed the man’s breastplate from behind, lifted him half-way up and asked, “the two cat girls from the Whoelsome Inn, the ones that Captains Rivaldo and Gamesh arrested, where are they!?”
“Mhiiiiiilkkghlr,” the guard gurgled, cross-eyed, with a dumb smile on his face.
“Oh, for fucks… Your abilities are getting too effective, Beatrice!” Ember complained to the succubus and let the man fall back into the milk.
“Just open up that pit! We’re moving forward,” Beatrice said as she guided Grizwald further, past the first pit cell they encountered.
Ember turned the key in the lock, removed it and lifted a square section of the bars, giving an opening of several square feet to get out of the pit. Ember then moved on after Beatrice with clear conscience, and it was up to Olivia to actually lower the tied rope down into the pit to make it easier for the trapped men and women to escape.
As Beatrice moved forward, she thought she caught a glimpse of a familiar naked young blonde among the escapees. But Beatrice couldn’t be faulted for not remembering every blonde she encountered in the last couple of days and a fresh approaching group of guards took priority of Beatrice’s attention.
“Hold it right there!” the Purple Cape guards shouted as they ran through the dim corridor straight for Beatrice.
“Grizwald, won’t you share a tit?” Beatrice asked her eight-hundred pounder while moving her tail into position for an obvious manouver.
Grizwald was sucking on his left tit while following Beatrice and Ava in a zombie like state.
When the several Purple Capes ran just within striking distance of Beatrice, the succubus used her greater speed to step aside from the line of fire and used her tail to squeeze Grizwald’s right tit and squirt a fresh doze of milk right into the Purple Cape faces.
“This… Is this really how all Belmot’s forces are going to fall?” Olivia asked, practically disappointed, as she looked at the ever-growing army of milk addicts.
“You really going to complain?” Ember asked.
But Beatrice kind of understood Olivia. Here Olivia was: training, doing despicable jobs, ready to give up her life in a desperate fight against insurmountable odds to save her sister, and now she just had to stand by and watch Belmot’s forces fall in mass to man milk.