537: Turn of the Milk Tide
“Eh?” Beatrice was left flabbergasted by the sudden dispatch of her unwaveringly loyal minion.
For that short split second Flavna had practically disappeared from sight—such was the speed with which she flew through the air to behead the former captain. His fat head bounced off the stone wall like a ball and landed right in the middle of the milk puddle, surrounded by all the Purple Capes that drank off the ground on all fours.
“Eh?” one of the Purple Capes lifted his head and saw the captain’s severed head, his blood mixing with the milk. “WHUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?!”
The man fell back, pale as death, and terrified crawled backward, screaming and stumbling into the other men.
“Ghuh—What are you doing!?” another man scolded the idiot that caused a scene in the middle of their milk drinking. “Wait… WHAT AM I DOING!?!”
“Holy hell, what are we doing!?” one after another the Purple Capes snapped out of their daze only to find themselves with milk on their lips, chins, in their mouths and on their armor. Nearly half of them were naked or close to it.
“Ah, there’s the answer to that question,” Ember said, disappointed with their predictable reactions. “On the other hand, those three are still in their own little world.”
It brought a smile back to Ember’s face to see that the death of Grizwald did not stop the fun of the lactating Purple Cape woman and the two addicts who were now fighting for her pussy with their cocks out and about while she fingered herself to another orgasm.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Olivia took another step back and surveyed the situation.
“What is this?” one of the former milkafied asked as he wiped the cooling milk off his lips. “Eh… Isn’t this—?”
“NO! NO IT ISN’T!!” another man screamed, desperately denying the obvious.
“But I clearly remember—”
“NO, YOU DON’T!! It was… A dream!!”
“A dream!?”
“That’s right! Would you seriously do what you think you did?”
“Of course not!”
“Well neither would I! And do you think it is possible for Captain Grizwald to transform like that?”
“Well, I guess—”
“Of course not!! Which means only one thing! It was all a dream! Mass hypnosis! Induced by… By the Demon Fucker!!”
“Yes, a dream!”
“Phew, and here I was worried. Thank God, I was just hypnotized!”
“That’s right, that’s right!”
“Never mind, this is amazing!” Ember laughed.
“Now let’s go help the Captain!” the reinvigorated Purple Capes rallied each other.
“Yeah!!”
“Stay right where you are!” Flavna commanded her useless, possibly contagious soldiers. They all froze in place and did not dare to move or speak again.
With hindsight, maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to bring the control panel for my milkafied to the frontline, Beatrice concluded. Oh well, the spell was about to run out anyway, just something to remember for the future. Now, to deal with this one…
“Yea!! You go, Captain! You’re the best!” Jim cheered from the farthest corner he could find. There were no corners in the dome-like room, so Jim had to make do with some supply crates.
“I hope you’ll be just as talkative after I’ve dealt with these demon fuckers,” Flavna said to Jim.
Jim gulped and hunched even lower into the shadow of the crates.
“For the last time, I’m not a ‘demon fucker’!” Beatrice shouted.
“Yeah, that’d be Olivia,” Ember laughed and pointed with her thumb behind her, where Olivia used to stand. “Huh? Where’d she go?”
“What!?” Beatrice turned around and also realized that Olivia was gone.
“Oh, that one,” Flavna smirked. “Apparently, she’d like to think that she’s smarter than you lot and decided to run while she had the chance. Not that she has anywhere to go after this. Gamesh?”
“I’ve got her,” Gamesh said, his eyes pure white. “But it looks like she’s not trying to run. She’s heading up… Either she’s lost or she’s going to the main fortress.”
“It’ll be troublesome if she runs into the fat fool by accident,” Flavna said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have her intercepted before she gets that far,” Gamesh reassured his fellow captain.
“Finally! Took you long enough to recover!” Flavna said.
“I’m sorry, Grizwald’s mind was… Different…” Gamesh said, and a shadow fell over his eyes for a moment. “Be careful. That tailed demon with big tits has dangerous abilities.”
Ember eyed Beatrice top to bottom and concluded, “Not inaccurate.”