“You didn’t have to send them all away,” Ember said to Beatrice as they, Olivia, Jim the guard and the lactating guard hurried through the tunnels of the Pits. “Even the future mother-to-be. It almost seemed like you didn’t care for her one way or the other.”
“At best, she’d be target practice for the enemy, potential hostage or a meat shield for you,” Beatrice said.
“You know me so well,” Ember snickered. “But no, I’d try to keep her alive: it will be interesting to see if she really is pregnant and what kind of child would come from that peculiar union. It’s also safe to assume that she knew better than to reveal that secret to the Purple Capes, otherwise we wouldn’t have found her here.”
It didn’t escape Beatrice’s notice that as Ember said the last sentence, she looked at Jim in front of them. And though the terrified-out-of-his mind guard did his best to not let it show, it became increasingly obvious that as time went on, he knew too much for his own good to just let him blabber it all to the enemy later.
“Agreed,” Beatrice nodded. With the effort someone took to decrease pregnancies, combined with the interest in me, Rafaelia might have been taken straight to the Queen. “It’s better she and the others don’t get stuck in crossfire. At least Yasha-… Yshta… The cat girl looked like she could take care of herself, would have been nice to have someone like that around.”
“Don’t count on that,” Ember said. “For years she did her utmost to stay as much out of trouble as possible. Had she known more about you there’s no chance in hell she’d let you stay in her inn no matter what I gave or promised her.”
“What did you give her to let us stay?” Beatrice asked.
“Something simple, but rare,” Ember said. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer not to say. If I did, Y’Shtara would probably be even more furious than when she sees what’s left of her Inn.”
“About that—!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! Just another small debt on our list,” Ember waved it off like it was nothing. “She and Samantha and everyone else can just share Belmot’s entire fortress for all I care. Not like anyone will be left in here at the rate we’re turning the Purples into milk-guzzling addicts. What will they do once Grizwald and this one run out of milk? Should I be worried about my breasts next?”An image flashed in Beatrices mind that was far more inticing than she would have expected. It’s been a while since she’d been punished for all the crap she keeps pulling, Beatrice though, imagining Ember cumming non-stop while three dozen Purple Capes fight for her milky nipples.
“No, they will probably return back to normal,” Beatrice said, still playing with the mental image.
“Speaking of which,” Olivia spoke up loudly as she looked at the Purple Cape woman that kept marking the walls with her tit milk, helped by Jim who walked behind her holding up her massive cups. “Why do you want to bring that grotesque… thing?”
“There are a hundred different ways I want to pay Felicia back for all that she’s done,” Beatrice said. “But I also want to confirm a few things with her. And in case she refuses to talk, letting her drink some milk will be the fastest way to make her more cooperative.”
“I think many of us could have found a way to make her sing,” Ember merrily informed Beatrice. “But sure, I don’t mind finding out what that thousand-pound abomination can do to the little pint-sized brat.”
“Abomination”, eh? Beatrice thought, recalling that the people of this world called Felicia’s summoned demon an Abomination too. What else will I be able to unleash on this world as I grow more powerful? That description calling me a Demon wasn’t just for show after all, huh?
“UAAAAAAAAA!!!” the group heard an agonized scream from up ahead.
“That sounds like someone that encountered Beatrice’s creation,” Ember said. “Except, he’s supposed to be behind us.”
“That came from where Felicia Thundershnauf is supposed to be held,” Jim said with an agitated voice.
“Shit! Hurry!” Beatrice said and ran ahead. She made it clear to her milkafied slaves not to harm the prisoners, but if Felicia used this chance to kill the guards and escape...
Beatrice ran into a large dome-like room with ceveral barred pits in the stone floor and saw a familiar prepostorous overbuilt and shredder figure on top of a white ball of hair that looked tiny in comparison.
“aaa… Ä̷͕́Ă̴̲A̴̪̕Á̸̟Ä̷̞A̶͗ͅA̶̳͂… Á̵̠̹͂́A̴̺͌̕À̶̭̈́̋—” Felicia charged her scream attack, but—
*SNAP*
Felicia’s upper body fell to the floor with a thud after Number Seven broke her neck.
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