Bob rose to his feet before Beatrice and cald his breathing, ready to go without delay. He turned toward the door and was already halfway out of the cell when he noticed Beatrice stay behind at Brittany’s side.
“W-we don’t have the ti…” Bob said, trying to remind his goddess of how little ti they had to reach the arena, but he also did not dare instruct her what to do, especially when his own actions that led to their delay were still so fresh in his mind and in the soreness of his two cocks.
“I know,” Beatrice said and sighed while she adjusted Brittany’s hair off her calm, sleeping face. She will have so many questions. Her cocks will be gone. I will be gone. Just leaving her after “the deed” is done… Even if they did sign up precisely for just that... Beatrice noticed how it beca a trend for her to leave the won she fucked, sotis without even a chance for so much as a word. Rafaelia back in the inn, that bunny girl, now this. The list could go on. But it was also how Beatrice managed to get so much leveling done in such a short span of ti.
“They know where to find you,” Bob said, showing awareness that Beatrice did not even expect out of her new minion.
“I know,” Beatrice nodded and rose to her feet. The succubus threw but a glance at Natalie that slumped in the corner. The brunette had also passed out. Her head hung low, her hands and flaccid girl-cock lay in a puddle of cum between her thighs. The improved [Dick Growing ( 2)] Skill might just be too intense for so, Beatrice theorized while wondering if the enhancent had anything to do with such potent reactions, or that—perhaps—Natalie simply had a much weaker will. Either way, more tests are required.
“We must hurry,” Bob said as both he and Beatrice all but ran from the cell, back toward the noise of the entertainnt areas. “M-my… They will be gone soon, right?”
“Yes, I did set the limit for thirty minutes,” Beatrice confird. Perhaps it should have occurred to her sooner, but Beatrice realized how little physical of this level affected her. Fresh out of combat, after a brief but intense fucking, and now practically race walking, and yet Beatrice could still talk without missing a beat, nor even notice her pulse quicken. These incrental, consistent physical improvents really add up after a while.
“…” Bob stayed quiet for a mont.
Beatrice saw the masked man clench his fists. It did not take much brainpower to make a safe bet that Bob was rather glum about losing his manhood all over again in the upcoming minutes. Especially after just receiving such a wonderful reminder of the joys of owning a working cock and having a sexy girl to bring to orgasm with it. Wonderful then, painful now. Like an alcoholic that gave in and downed a bottle only to realize how hard it’s going to be to get back to sobriety.
“When do you think… I an… could you… You know?” words stuck in Bob’s throat. He had no illusions about what his question ant.
Ah, you have no intention of going back to sobriety, do you? Beatrice smiled behind Bob’s back.
“I could, of course!” Beatrice said as if they spoke of sothing as trivial as lending a coin. “But we’re getting ahead of ourselves! Who knows if I’ll even survive the next round, right? Haha!”
Bob instantly spun on his heels and declared, “You must!”
Bob’s action was so sudden that Beatrice nearly ran into him with her breasts. Stopping suddenly caused her boobs to sway even under the restricting crop top. This did not distract Bob’s stare that remained square on Beatrice’s eyes, waiting for a response, demonstrating the earnestness of his desire for Beatrice’s absolute success.
“I will!” Beatrice stated flatly. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
The montary tension broke when Bob breathed a sigh of relief and bowed, saying, “I’m terribly sorry!”
Bob turned around for them to resu their hasty pace and added, “As much as I hope for your victory, there is nothing that I can do to help you. The event is always observed closely. There have been attempts to tamper with the gas. Bribes. Threats. Without fail, they ended gruesoly for everyone involved.”
“I would be ashad if I could not get through this without outside help,” Beatrice brushed off any notion that she would even consider seeking assistance.
The noise from the entertainnt area grew exponentially louder. And just before Bob and Beatrice entered the half-naked crowd, Bob blurted out, “Could you also gift cocks to several of my friends?”
“Of course!” Beatrice assured her follower without a second’s hesitation while thinking: Terms and conditions may apply.
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