Chapter 348: Reaper (18+)

Chapter 348: Reaper (18+)

The low, twisted tune of Felicia’s whistle grinded Beatrice’s ears a metal brush against a pot.



-1 HPThe origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.



Oh, fuck, should I have just killed here on the spot? Beatrice wondered when it was apparent that the beastkin’s latest ability was not meant as an offensive one. But had I killed her or worse, a seemingly defeated and defenseless opponent, I would have regretted that action just the same.

Triumphantly, as if she already won (or, perhaps, she simply could not stand it any longer?), Felicia returned to playing with her growing clit with both hands. It grew and pushed through what little clothing she had over her skin, concealed under all her layers upon layers of luscious hair.

“Haaah~! Nobody cared who you were? That’s perfect!” Felicia asked with a wide grin and flushed face, breathing heavily through her mouth. “Because nobody ever cared about the dumb fucks who died in this arena, and nobody ever will!”

Someone, something, responded to Felicia’s unnerving signal with a foreboding screech from the depths of the abyss

“Ah, this really feels amazing!” Felicia moaned as she sat on the rocky surface, some fifteen feet from the edge, unabashedly masturbating her exposed clit-dick that was in the final stages of its growth and transformation into a fully-fledged cock.

“D-d-d-d-deeeeeeeeeeeeemonliiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!” someone shouted from the edge of the messy, bloody brawl that unfolded in the arena.

Such a cry of sheer terror did not go unnoticed by practically anyone who was still remotely lucid.

The creature bellowed a war-like cry of a starving predator and charged right at Beatrice. The succubus barely moved an inch before she was skewered through the belly and torn to bloodless pieces.

The creature froze up, confused why its prey did not spew blood like other tiny flesh sacks? Why did the bloodless flesh sack disappear from its claws? Why was the exact copy of that very same flesh sack now running away from it, when it should be dead?

Beatrice looked back at the enraged creature only when she covered some distance between them. She wasn’t sure if her speed alone would be enough to outrun this new devilry, so she used [Illusionary Split] on the demonling, confusing the giant bug.

Beatrice had confirmed two things: that her magic had an effect on this demon creature; and if she was faster, then just barely.

Two fireballs flew past Beatrice on either side, aimed at the bug. The demonling had no trouble evading the giant, slow-moving projectiles.

The only thing the fire attacks did was illuminate the demonling in all its deadly glory. Now, even the remaining spectators could see the beast. And their panicked screams were a definitive sign that this creature was not part of the official attractions of The Forge of Champions.