Chapter 352: Rally (18+)

Chapter 352: Rally (18+)

With barely a chance to warn her loyal followers, Beatrice found herself seconds from getting overwhelmed by an increasing count of demonlings that quickly crawled over the edge of the arena from the depths of the dark depths below. Just a few demonlings would be bad enough, but Beatrice heard far too many bug-like noises along the edge around her, to expect a good outcome if she stuck around.

With no time to think, Beatrice pointed her claw at Felicia’s forehead. The white-haired, long-eared beastkin girl looked back at Beatirce with a pleased face and an open mouth as she kept masturbating her cock and moved on to playing with her pussy.

Fuck! Beatrice hesitated on piercing Felicia’s skull. She had no way of knowing if killing Felicia would make the situation any better or worse. Out of time, Beatrice grabbed the pint-sized beastkin, threw her over her shoulder and ran away from the edge of the arena, toward the men and women who had been fighting to the death just moments ago.

Unfortunately, although the beastkin was as light as one would expect from a pint-sized young woman, it was enough to noticeably slow Beatrice down. The succubus did not need to look back to realize that she would not be able to outrun the demonlings that poured over the edge. Beatrice was about to drop her hostage plan, literally, when arrows and spears flew in her direction, past her, right at the demonlings.

“Protect Felicia!” the enforcers shouted as they rallied.

“Hold them back!” shouted Bob as he unleashed a fire spell that he had channeled together with two other shirtless buff eunuchs. But even their dense fire spell did little more than slow down the demons.

“She’s saving Felicia!?” one of the enforcers looked in confusion at Beatrice. He was pretty sure that the big-breasted participant was one of the rebels they were supposed to kill, but he was previously too busy abusing his privileges with one of the booth girls to be sure of anything, and just went with the flow.

“What’s going on!? Why are the demonlings here!?” many enforcers were on the verge of panic.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.

“Send for the Purple Capes!” on of the enforcers cried.

“You are the Purple Capes!” a eunuch pointed out.

Beatrice grabbed Felicia’s neck, pointed her nail at Felicia’s forehead for the second time, and ordered, “Stop this at once!”

“Ahn! Why?” Felicia asked. “It feels so good! Don’t you like watching me masturbate? Don’t you want to fuck me-eghhhkl?”

Beatrice tightened her grip on Felicia’s neck, “Stop the demonlings!” You summoned them! Now get rid of them!”

“Ghkleeekhe-hehe,” Felicia giggled through her struggling gasps. “Why do you assume that I can?”

“Cow-tit slut! Let go of Felicia at once!” a haphazardly armored enforcer shouted as her ran at Beatrice with his sword drawn.

“Fool! She’s the one who summoned those demons!” Beatrice shouted at the clueless enforcers.

“LIES!” the enforcer raised his weapon over his head to bring it down on Beatrice.

“Tch!” Beatrice let go of Felicia’s neck and swiftly punched the enforcer right in his leather-covered stomach.

“GHUA—” the enforcer gasped with bulged eyes as his body bent in the shape of the banana from the impact and flew back.

Beatrice looked at her fist, realizing that at this stage an average city guard would pose no more threat to her than a child.