Chapter 422: Next Move (18+)

Chapter 422: Next Move (18+)

Beatrice let out a deep sigh as she stood over two hot women on their knees before her embraced in a passionate cum swapping kiss. Beatrice’s last orgasm came after the [Dick Growing (+2)] Skill had just ended on Samantha and Ember, yet they could not miss a chance to experience one more taste of the succubus’s heavanly nectar, the flavour of which was uniquely special depending on the recepient of the succubus’s seed.

And as Samantha and Ember savoured the last drops of the succubus’s latest load that was much more subdued compared to the usual showerings (which still made it a far bigger load than any average cock weilder could hope to produce), they swapped the texture that was different to each of them, sending it back and forth from one’s mouth to the other, coiling their tongues while their nipples pressed into each other, Ember’s perky breasts losing ground to Samantha’s considerably larger bosom.

And watching this scene of two hot women enjoying her latest gift, Beatrice let out a deep sigh as her cock softened after the lastest orgasm. Just moments before Samantha did a wonderful job of sucking out what few drops of cum had still remained inside Beatrice’s cock, not forgetting to lick clean the outside of both cum and the juices of both her and Ember, both of which Beatrice explored thoroughly.

Yet despite what was an incredibely hot scene following an action that would usually send the succubus into a horny frenzy, Beatrice was grateful for the cleaning job in so far as it allowed her to save time on cleaning and go get dressed.

This did not go unnoticed by either Samantha nor Ember, though they did not let that ruin their delicious moment. But eventually that came to its inevitable conclusion, by which point Beatrice was dressed, back in her skimpy “schoolgirl’s” outfit, checking in on Olivia who was still deep asleep.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you grew bored with having sex,” Ember said as she approached Beatrice while putting on her same ol’ blue robes that all Lucarad’s priests and priestesses wore.

“No,” Beatrice answered shortly and stood up before adding, “Just dissapointed.”

“... With what?” Ember asked.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.



Item Class: Rare

Effects: As long as the mask is worn, conceals the wearer’s identity from anyone that did not witness the wearer put on the mask unless the wearer reveals their identity.



“No, it won’t help you with those that saw you,” Samantha explained. ‘Although your identity under the mask is protected as long as you did not reveal yourself or say who you are, if you made enough of an impression to not fade into the background, everyone will still recognize your apperance as the same mysterious masked woman they saw last night.”

“I’m pretty sure that people will remember the mysterious woman that used her tail to fuck a princess senseless shortly before instigating a coup d'etat against the tournament organizers,” Ember chuckled.

“... That would do it,” Samantha said, clearly not being informed on the finer details of Beatrice’s last night’s adventures.

“But simply throwing a hooded cloak over you is also a bad idea,” Ember added. “Out on those streets up above, the more you try to hide your identity the more you stand out, even if you’re not wrong about wanting to stay out of sight. We can return to the High Priest while avoiding the busy streets.”

“That’s great, but first I need to quickly get to the inn with the two cat girls,” Beatrice said.

“... Which one?” Ember asked, though her darkened facial expression betrayed her knowledge about the answer to that obvious question.