Chapter 374: It Isn’t Romantic (18+)

Name：New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus Author：YuujiEveryleaf
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Chapter 374: It Isn’t Romantic (18+)

“BOB!!!” Beatrice shouted again, attempting one more time to get through to the man who lost the final few of his marbles.

Of course, Bob didn’t react to Beatrice. Instead, he was talking completely out of context, responding to someone who didn’t appear to be here.

“I will! I will!” Bob kept babbling, increasingly incomprehensibly, huffing purple smoke as he fucked Beatrice and gripped her thighs. “I won’t fail you!”

“Ugh,” Beatrice rolled her eyes, no longer finding this sexy. Not in the slightest. Unfortunately, her reaction piqued the interest of two of the more inquisitive demonlings. Perhaps the same two that chased her all the way to Bob, at least that was what Beatrice suspected.

The tentacle demon did not leave Beatrice unattended. She had a wet pussy, exuding female hormones, and a sucked off cock that had pushed out a few more tiny droplets of cum since it’s last climax. And a fresh batch of tentacles found this combination most interesting as they took hold of Beatrice and raised her into the air.

“Get your slimy paws off me!” Beatrice almost shouted out loud in disgust of the demon, however this was what she had hoped for, and had no choice but to endure the demon tentacle curiosity as they took her closer to the other victims, closer to the demon’s main body.

The men and women that the demon had in its grasp all over in the air over its body were in different conditions. Some at peak of their pleasure, moaning their hearts out, others, like Bob, cumming more through pain than pleasure, and others were simply fucked past the point of active response.

When Beatrice finally spotted Olivia, the ninja girl was in just such state. At first, Beatrice was not even sure if Olivia was still alive. But occasional weak twitches of Olivia’s fingers and flaring of her nostrils during some of the more powerful tentacle thrust through her body showed her weakening presence in the world of the living.

Not the first to be taken by the demon, Olivia’s condition was without a doubt the worst. And as the demon found a new interesting toy to play with in the form of Beatrice, it began lowering Olivia closer to its body. One of the demon’s bigger, disgusting lumps of sickly, pulsating flesh opened up. But instead of unleashing more tentacles like the other lumps did, this opening of this one simply grew. Bigger. Bigger. And Olivia’s body was steadily lowered to it.