564: Fleeing the Scene of a Crime
“Finally calmed down?” princess Mary asked Remi after the former Purple Cape got off Lilith’s limp body.
The temporary cock that Mary gave to Lilith was milked by Remi for all its worth. And even after it finally disappeared Remi continued to scissor with Lilith in an effort to quench her nearly insatiable thirst for pleasure. Throughout Lilith slipped in and out of consciousness
“Yep!” Remi answered cheerfully.
“How did you like her?” Mary asked.
“She can’t begin to compare with you, mistress, but I was able to enjoy myself thoroughly.”
“Good, get dressed,” Mary instructed and then walked over to Lilith. “You hear that? Your services were appreciated. Now, your fantasies about revenge are laughable, but your body is still somewhat useable. Whenever you start getting dumb ideas again remember this moment. And if you find yourself wanting a repeat, do come find me. I might even consider letting Remi keep you as a pet if you perform well.”
“Oh, really?” Remi asked with excitement.
“Why not?” Mary shrugged. “Loyal dogs get toys to play with.”
“But we can’t keep her now?”
“Absolutely out of the question,” Mary said as she looked at Lilith’s many wounds. “Even if we had that blonde slut carry her, she’d probably end up a corpse on the way.”
Brittany realized that she was sad that Mary remembered about her existence. Without even knowing it, she had begun hoping that the two would just forget about her.
“Aw, well, in that case I hope she gets better,” Remi said while she put on her new uniform that she previously took from some dead Purple Cape guard.
“You hear that?” Mary asked Lilith. “Try not to disappoint my slave.”
Lilith didn’t answer. She couldn’t even open her eyes that were covered in cum, and she didn’t have the strength to wipe it off. Lilith’s low breathing and occasional subtle movements were the only indication that she was still alive.
“What was it you said before? ‘Prepare to die’? Ha!” Mary spit on Lilith’s face. “Know your place, cocky piece of shit!”
With that, Mary turned from Lilith and went toward the slope of rubble that led to the city below, followed by cheery Remi and gloomy Brittany.
“All of that with one ability,” Remi said with awe at the destruction that Mary caused. “Do you have other awesome abilities like that?”
Mary didn’t answer.
Brittany looked down to where people scrambled in search of survivors, wondering how many died. She didn’t dare ask the question.
“This way,” Mary turned away from the direction of the main slide and walked toward the edge.
“Ah!” Remi gasped. “That way…”
“Yes, I have to go back to the palace,” Mary said without much enthusiasm. “At least for a short time.”
One the three of them were at the edge with a steep drop, Mary took Brittany and Remi, and jumped off like last time, landing smoothly and gently in the streets of the city.
“Woah!” a beastkin cried out in surprise when he saw three young women fall from the sky. He thought it was his lucky day until he saw the purple capes on two of them. Seeing that he lowered his head and hurried straight away.
“That’s kind of silently admitting you should be looked into,” Remi said, looking at beastkin’s back.
“Who cares?” Mary walked in the opposite direction from the beastkin—to the royal palace.
“Fleeing the scene of the crime?” someone asked from above.
All three looked up and saw a young woman in a gothic dress with a big top hat standing on the very top of a gable roof of a three-story house.
“Samira.” Mary said with great displeasure.
“You couldn’t stay there for even one day?” Samira asked. Then she looked at Mary’s two companions. “Oh, the lover girl? Weren’t you supposed taken away by the two captains? What happened in there?”
“Who knows?” Mary asked. “But as much as I love talking to you, I’m starving for something edible in the palace. How about we talk there?”
“You seriously think I’ll let you return to the palace after what you’ve done?” Samira asked.
“‘Let’? You plan to stop me?”
“Turn around and crawl into a hole somewhere where nobody can find you.”
“… It’s bad enough to not demand my immediate release from those purple shits,” Mary said. “But this is something else. Your sense of humor is awful as always. Go disappear somewhere yourself! Threatening me in some dark cell is one thing. As if you’d dare lay a finger on me in the open!”
Samira took the edge of her top hat and slowly lifted it off her head.