As Beatrice was sucked off by one blonde (who was sucked off by her brunette friend), she turned to the masked man who was still on the ground, in awe of a Cock Goddess, unable to take his eyes off what transpired right before him.
“What is your name?” Beatrice asked her soon-to-be loyal minion.
“Bob,” the man said and bowed his head.
“Pleased to meet you... Bob… Wait... Why do I have a feeling that I heard that name before?” Beatrice tried to recall. Maybe I heard it in my past life… After all, it is only my second day here… But I could’ve sworn she heard it quite recently! Though, apparently, it wasn’t anyone important enough to remember.
“Is this a common name?” Beatrice finally asked after pondering for a moment.
“N-not really,” Bob now pondered himself. “T-though… My brother’s name is also Bob... But we have not spoken to each other for over ten years. Ever since our parents split up, in fact. We never did see eye to eye. He had a thing for hunting: Bows, crossbows, and the like. I had a talent for drawing…”
Crossbows? An image of a man burning alive in a fiery blaze flashed before Beatrice’s eyes.
“He always was so mad when I exaggerated his preposterous neckbeard in my drawings,” Bob laughed.
Neckbeard! Crossbow! Beatrice finally remembered! A certain Bob, a third-rate mercenary who—if allowed to have his way—would have loved to abuse Beatrice, mentally and physically, before cutting her head off and delivering it to his client. A certain mercenary that Ember disposed of without a second thought. Oh… Beatrice realized that—by proxy—she was kind of responsible for her soon-to-be minion’s brother’s death.
“Now that I think about it, our petty squabbles were so inconsequential when compared to everything that ended up transpiring around us,” Bob said with a tint of melancholy. “Maybe I should try to find him after these games? With all that’s been going on in my life, I never stopped to wonder even for a second what hardships he must have had to endure to survive!”
Is this really happening? Beatrice listened to Bob with a mix of amazement and mental facepalm. While the succubus did not mind learning more about her newest acquaintance (as bizarre as the information was), she felt like Bob was too easily disregarding what his priorities should be (at least in Beatrice’s eyes).
“Bob! Not now!” Beatrice raised her voice, hoping that Bob would remember more pressing issues. Ones that she sacrificed a Skill Point toward, as well as her [Refresh Cooldown] cooldown.
“Ah! My most humblest apologies, my Goddess!” Bob bowed again. “Forgive me for reminiscing about my foolish little brother!”
“No, it is quite alright,” Beatrice said, seeing no point in reprimanding a man for remembering a relative. Especially when that relative was dead, even if Bob did not know it. “It is right to remember and take care of your blood. However, you must first take care of yourself. Your physical health. As well as your mental condition. If not, how could you possibly hope to help anyone?”
“Such wisdom!” Bob hit his mask against the rock floor in his prostrations.
Riiight… Beatrice was basically making it up as she went along, but, as long as it worked, she kept going forward and spoke, “Rise, Bob!”
“Yes!” Bob slammed his mask against the rocks again, cracking it, and rose to his feet, fully naked and with his erections fully restored.
“Good,” Beatrice said, looking at the hard magical cocks that she temporarily granted to Bob. “Now, do you see these horny, nubile eighteen-year-olds with cocks in their mouths? Do you see the desperate desire for cum in their eyes?”
“I do!” Bob nodded and his two erections nodded with him.
“Will you continue to deprive them of cum?” Beatrice asked. “With two fully functioning cocks at your disposal, is it not selfish to keep them all to yourself? Would you not show mercy to these horny girls and grant them the opportunity to submit themselves to your cocks?”
“O-of course I wouldn’t!” Bob declared.
“Then step forward and present your aching members to these cum-starved acolytes!” Beatrice spurred Bob on.
As Beatrice encouraged Bob to action, she pulled Brittany off her cock, to the blonde’s moaning dismay. During Beatrice’s conversation with Bob, Brittany was successfully milked by her friend to cum. She moaned as she experienced her second orgasm through her new cock, and the first that her brain even registered.
However, as incredible as that orgasm was, Brittany had failed to suck out the cum of participant Number Sixty-nine. The participant that may very well win in this Forge of Champions. The cum of the champion! And in all this time she could not make her cum even once! That was a direct attack on Brittany’s pride as a skilled cocksucker!
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As Beatrice was sucked off by one blonde (who was sucked off by her brunette friend), she turned to the masked man who was still on the ground, in awe of a Cock Goddess, unable to take his eyes off what transpired right before him.
“What is your name?” Beatrice asked her soon-to-be loyal minion.
“Bob,” the man said and bowed his head.
“Pleased to meet you... Bob… Wait... Why do I have a feeling that I heard that name before?” Beatrice tried to recall. Maybe I heard it in my past life… After all, it is only my second day here… But I could’ve sworn she heard it quite recently! Though, apparently, it wasn’t anyone important enough to remember.
“Is this a common name?” Beatrice finally asked after pondering for a moment.
“N-not really,” Bob now pondered himself. “T-though… My brother’s name is also Bob... But we have not spoken to each other for over ten years. Ever since our parents split up, in fact. We never did see eye to eye. He had a thing for hunting: Bows, crossbows, and the like. I had a talent for drawing…”
Crossbows? An image of a man burning alive in a fiery blaze flashed before Beatrice’s eyes.
“He always was so mad when I exaggerated his preposterous neckbeard in my drawings,” Bob laughed.
Neckbeard! Crossbow! Beatrice finally remembered! A certain Bob, a third-rate mercenary who—if allowed to have his way—would have loved to abuse Beatrice, mentally and physically, before cutting her head off and delivering it to his client. A certain mercenary that Ember disposed of without a second thought. Oh… Beatrice realized that—by proxy—she was kind of responsible for her soon-to-be minion’s brother’s death.
“Now that I think about it, our petty squabbles were so inconsequential when compared to everything that ended up transpiring around us,” Bob said with a tint of melancholy. “Maybe I should try to find him after these games? With all that’s been going on in my life, I never stopped to wonder even for a second what hardships he must have had to endure to survive!”
Is this really happening? Beatrice listened to Bob with a mix of amazement and mental facepalm. While the succubus did not mind learning more about her newest acquaintance (as bizarre as the information was), she felt like Bob was too easily disregarding what his priorities should be (at least in Beatrice’s eyes).
“Bob! Not now!” Beatrice raised her voice, hoping that Bob would remember more pressing issues. Ones that she sacrificed a Skill Point toward, as well as her [Refresh Cooldown] cooldown.
“Ah! My most humblest apologies, my Goddess!” Bob bowed again. “Forgive me for reminiscing about my foolish little brother!”
“No, it is quite alright,” Beatrice said, seeing no point in reprimanding a man for remembering a relative. Especially when that relative was dead, even if Bob did not know it. “It is right to remember and take care of your blood. However, you must first take care of yourself. Your physical health. As well as your mental condition. If not, how could you possibly hope to help anyone?”
“Such wisdom!” Bob hit his mask against the rock floor in his prostrations.
Riiight… Beatrice was basically making it up as she went along, but, as long as it worked, she kept going forward and spoke, “Rise, Bob!”
“Yes!” Bob slammed his mask against the rocks again, cracking it, and rose to his feet, fully naked and with his erections fully restored.
“Good,” Beatrice said, looking at the hard magical cocks that she temporarily granted to Bob. “Now, do you see these horny, nubile eighteen-year-olds with cocks in their mouths? Do you see the desperate desire for cum in their eyes?”
“I do!” Bob nodded and his two erections nodded with him.
“Will you continue to deprive them of cum?” Beatrice asked. “With two fully functioning cocks at your disposal, is it not selfish to keep them all to yourself? Would you not show mercy to these horny girls and grant them the opportunity to submit themselves to your cocks?”
“O-of course I wouldn’t!” Bob declared.
“Then step forward and present your aching members to these cum-starved acolytes!” Beatrice spurred Bob on.
As Beatrice encouraged Bob to action, she pulled Brittany off her cock, to the blonde’s moaning dismay. During Beatrice’s conversation with Bob, Brittany was successfully milked by her friend to cum. She moaned as she experienced her second orgasm through her new cock, and the first that her brain even registered.
However, as incredible as that orgasm was, Brittany had failed to suck out the cum of participant Number Sixty-nine. The participant that may very well win in this Forge of Champions. The cum of the champion! And in all this time she could not make her cum even once! That was a direct attack on Brittany’s pride as a skilled cocksucker!
YuujiEveryleaf
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