AGAIN!? FUCKING AGAIN!? Felicia cursed the world and everyone who still drew breath in it. For a second time now pint-sized beastkin found herself with someone’s giant dick plugging her mouth and throat, disrupting her [Piercing Wail] Skill.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, Felicia felt a strange tingling warmth spreading down her esophagus, emanating from the cock of the masked participant Number Sixty-nine. It wasn’t cum. It wasn’t liquid. It was something much worse: Magic. Felicia felt these effects before…
[Fluffy Cage]!! Felicia cast her defensive spell and her hair rose to life yet again, morphing around the beastkin in an arc like a rising tidal wave before collapsing on the heads of gawking fools still at the beach.
Seeing trouble, Beatrice withdrew her cock and jumped back to protect her groin area from an unknown trap.
“Ptfu!” Felicia spat demonstratively and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist and looked at Beatrice with eyes of someone who wished to rip off that narrow black mask off of Beatrice’s eyes and strange her with it while returning the ‘plugging’ experience ten times over.
It was practically laughable to even call the tiny piece of fabric over Number Sixty-nine’s eyes a mask. And yet Felicia could not identify who the hell it was. Which was particularly infuriating, since Felicia made it her business to know as many citizens in the city as possible.
Even stranger when Felicia would’ve thought she knew everyone who sported a cock of proportions similar to the masked participants! And this one had two! And both of those mighty, erect cocks proved to be awfully distracting even for someone like Felicia.
And as Felicia’s eyes wandered toward those cocks more often, she felt increasing warmth below her belly. A tingling sensation that was increasingly difficult to attribute to stress, anger, or the decreasing heat of the underground arena now that her fire mages did not spend so much of their effort on keeping up a fiery show.
Thinking of her rebellious fiery underlings, Felicia then looked past the two-cocked rebel to the ongoing battle in the arena. The dwindling number of enforcers loyal to Felicia and their inevitable defeat was apparent to the beastkin’s keen eye.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Felicia asked Beatrice.
“Clearly a lot of things,” Beatrice answered. “Not least of which was stopping a cruel and needless torture.”
“C-cruel? Did you forget what you signed up for when you came here?” Felicia asked as she shifted weight from one leg to another, getting increasingly uncomfortable from strange radiating sensations between her legs. “W-who the fuck are you anyway? Another wannabe hero?”
“Nobody cared who I was until I put on the mask,” Beatrice said.
“… And here I thought you were done playing games,” Felicia said, clearly not amused.
“What kind of answer were you expecting?” Beatrice asked. The succubus was amazed that her cover still worked, aided by some mysterious magic. And as long as it did, she certainly wasn’t about to reveal her identity if it could be avoided.
“I was-Ahn~!” Felicia fell to her knees and put her hands between her legs. The heat below her belly could not longer be ignored. And now there was far more than just heat. Something grew. Her clit grew!
Just like Mary! Felicia realized what was coming. A scene of her cumming non-stop as if high on powder as she moaned and sprayed her cum left and right flashed before her eyes. She experienced this already! But why couldn’t she remember? A cock that was just in her mouth… She held a similar one in her hands yesterday. These cocks were clearly connected… Related…
“Hnnn~” Felicia moaned as her fingers wrapped themselves around her growing shaft all on their own.
“Won’t you bring this fighting to an end and come join your princess?” Beatrice asked, barely controlling herself from having her way with the beastkin announcer.
“Ah…” Felicia looked further into the arena. Despite the dark and flashing lights, her eyes allowed her to see farther than others. Mary was at the mercy of another dickgirl. Another participant that now sported a fat cock. And this lowly roach dared suggest that Felicia submit herself to a similar fate?
Felicia looked around. It was hopeless for the Games. Her forces were on the verge of defeat, the spectators scattered, those were able, fled the fighting, leaving countless hundred passed out or fucking spread throughout the many surrounding spectator areas above and around the arena. All that’s left is spread her legs and enjoy a good, long-overdue fuck, moaning like fucking bitch Mary, spraying herself with cum while getting creampied by some trash cockroach with giant tits and cocks?
“Fuck you!” Felicia defiantly resisted. Resisted enough to part five fingers from her growing cock, bring them to her lips and let out a strange, low whistle.
AGAIN!? FUCKING AGAIN!? Felicia cursed the world and everyone who still drew breath in it. For a second time now pint-sized beastkin found herself with someone’s giant dick plugging her mouth and throat, disrupting her [Piercing Wail] Skill.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, Felicia felt a strange tingling warmth spreading down her esophagus, emanating from the cock of the masked participant Number Sixty-nine. It wasn’t cum. It wasn’t liquid. It was something much worse: Magic. Felicia felt these effects before…
[Fluffy Cage]!! Felicia cast her defensive spell and her hair rose to life yet again, morphing around the beastkin in an arc like a rising tidal wave before collapsing on the heads of gawking fools still at the beach.
Seeing trouble, Beatrice withdrew her cock and jumped back to protect her groin area from an unknown trap.
“Ptfu!” Felicia spat demonstratively and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist and looked at Beatrice with eyes of someone who wished to rip off that narrow black mask off of Beatrice’s eyes and strange her with it while returning the ‘plugging’ experience ten times over.
It was practically laughable to even call the tiny piece of fabric over Number Sixty-nine’s eyes a mask. And yet Felicia could not identify who the hell it was. Which was particularly infuriating, since Felicia made it her business to know as many citizens in the city as possible.
Even stranger when Felicia would’ve thought she knew everyone who sported a cock of proportions similar to the masked participants! And this one had two! And both of those mighty, erect cocks proved to be awfully distracting even for someone like Felicia.
And as Felicia’s eyes wandered toward those cocks more often, she felt increasing warmth below her belly. A tingling sensation that was increasingly difficult to attribute to stress, anger, or the decreasing heat of the underground arena now that her fire mages did not spend so much of their effort on keeping up a fiery show.
Thinking of her rebellious fiery underlings, Felicia then looked past the two-cocked rebel to the ongoing battle in the arena. The dwindling number of enforcers loyal to Felicia and their inevitable defeat was apparent to the beastkin’s keen eye.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Felicia asked Beatrice.
“Clearly a lot of things,” Beatrice answered. “Not least of which was stopping a cruel and needless torture.”
“C-cruel? Did you forget what you signed up for when you came here?” Felicia asked as she shifted weight from one leg to another, getting increasingly uncomfortable from strange radiating sensations between her legs. “W-who the fuck are you anyway? Another wannabe hero?”
“Nobody cared who I was until I put on the mask,” Beatrice said.
“… And here I thought you were done playing games,” Felicia said, clearly not amused.
“What kind of answer were you expecting?” Beatrice asked. The succubus was amazed that her cover still worked, aided by some mysterious magic. And as long as it did, she certainly wasn’t about to reveal her identity if it could be avoided.
“I was-Ahn~!” Felicia fell to her knees and put her hands between her legs. The heat below her belly could not longer be ignored. And now there was far more than just heat. Something grew. Her clit grew!
Just like Mary! Felicia realized what was coming. A scene of her cumming non-stop as if high on powder as she moaned and sprayed her cum left and right flashed before her eyes. She experienced this already! But why couldn’t she remember? A cock that was just in her mouth… She held a similar one in her hands yesterday. These cocks were clearly connected… Related…
“Hnnn~” Felicia moaned as her fingers wrapped themselves around her growing shaft all on their own.
“Won’t you bring this fighting to an end and come join your princess?” Beatrice asked, barely controlling herself from having her way with the beastkin announcer.
“Ah…” Felicia looked further into the arena. Despite the dark and flashing lights, her eyes allowed her to see farther than others. Mary was at the mercy of another dickgirl. Another participant that now sported a fat cock. And this lowly roach dared suggest that Felicia submit herself to a similar fate?
Felicia looked around. It was hopeless for the Games. Her forces were on the verge of defeat, the spectators scattered, those were able, fled the fighting, leaving countless hundred passed out or fucking spread throughout the many surrounding spectator areas above and around the arena. All that’s left is spread her legs and enjoy a good, long-overdue fuck, moaning like fucking bitch Mary, spraying herself with cum while getting creampied by some trash cockroach with giant tits and cocks?
“Fuck you!” Felicia defiantly resisted. Resisted enough to part five fingers from her growing cock, bring them to her lips and let out a strange, low whistle.
