On her knees, hands in the air, following Ember’s lead, Beatrice watched Alexander walk over to a corpse of one of the guards he killed previously to get to Felicia. The towering man’s pace was slow and steady; he didn’t care if he stepped into a pool of blood or a puddle of milk; the moaning and fucking of the Purple Cape threesome did not distract him in the slightest unlike the increasing number of de-milkafied guards.
Some of the guards did their best to study the cracks in the walls, others blatantly stared and the woman who’s giant tits never ceased to release copious amounts of milk. More than a few guys fidgeted in place as they stared at the woman’s shapely, unnaturally-huge-yet-natural lactating boobies. Beatrice theorized that the recent experience of the de-milkafied guards might have awakened new kinks, if not forever changed their sexual preferences.
But as Alexander picked up the most run-of-the-mill, generic, bland sword that was neither too rusty or dull nor too polished to reflect light, it was blatantly apparent to Beatrice that Alexander stalled for time. And she knew that if she noticed this, then so must have the others. Maybe not the guards who managed to be preoccupied with other things during this tense moment, but the captains and Ember for sure noticed.
Ember counted on it, Beatrice thought, looking back on how easily her bodyguard surrendered. And that was probably Flavna’s purpose with this scheme. Neither side was comfortable with having a wild card on the side, so Flavna forced the issue. If Alexander is together with the intruders, then he’ll end up revealing himself now. If not—he can be the test dummy for when the intruders inevitably fight back to avoid losing their limbs. The same logic worked for Beatrice’s side too.
And the choice between being forced into opposing either two Captains that maintained the order in the entire capital city or the mysterious upstarts with demonic abilities that could control and transform their opponents at will was a particularly sucky one.
“Send your goons to lop arms off of prisoners for you,” Alexander said to Flavna, holding the sword in his hand at his side. “I am not a dog for you to order around.”
“No, you are not,” Flavna agreed. “What you are is a murderer, just like them. And if you refuse this one opportunity of possible redemption, then I will personally deliver your punishment.”
“Punishment?” Alexander asked with a challenge. “Oh, that does remind me… Felicia’s demon pet was brought to her by the Queen and she knew only of select few among the white masks that were aware of the demon. As for your entire organization, she told me to ask you two directly. So, tell me this—were you also aware that the Queen was capable of controlling at least some demons? Was all your investigation just for show?”
“H-how dare you! You… If what you say is true, then all the more fool are you to have killed such a crucial witness! Gamesh! Take this moron alive! I want every single drop of information from that tiny brain of his!”
“Not interested,” Alexander said and slowly back away from Gamesh and Flavna. “I’ve got more important things to do than risk injuries with this stupid fight.”
“You’re not leaving!” Flavna shouted and turned to her guards. “Don’t just sit there, you perverted imbeciles! Block all the exits with your bodies if you have to! Anyone who disobeys will die the slowest, most agonizing death imaginable!”
The guards instantly forgot about the threesome, jumped to their feet (many still naked), and scattered in every which way, knocking each other over as they rushed to cover the three possible exits.
“Surrendering didn’t work,” Beatrice said as she lowered her hands and got up and noticed Ember doing the same.
“A pity,” Ember said with disappointment. Beatrice could only wonder in what way did Ember plan to set a person ablaze this time.
“You think those milk drinking, pathetic excuses for soldiers can stop me?” Alexander laughed, but his laughter was drowned by a massive deafening rumble that shook the giant dome shaped room they were in.
Earthquake? Beatrice wondered as dry mortar and small rocks shook free from above. Shit! Beatrice turned to Ember, “We should not be here anymore!”
Ember nodded in agreement, not a trace of amusement on her face remained.
The vibrations grow only stronger, the guards screamed, cried, and ran through the very exits they were meant to protect, instantly jamming all possible routs of escape. The milky threesome continued on even as the first giant block fell right next beside them, followed by countless others.
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On her knees, hands in the air, following Ember’s lead, Beatrice watched Alexander walk over to a corpse of one of the guards he killed previously to get to Felicia. The towering man’s pace was slow and steady; he didn’t care if he stepped into a pool of blood or a puddle of milk; the moaning and fucking of the Purple Cape threesome did not distract him in the slightest unlike the increasing number of de-milkafied guards.
Some of the guards did their best to study the cracks in the walls, others blatantly stared and the woman who’s giant tits never ceased to release copious amounts of milk. More than a few guys fidgeted in place as they stared at the woman’s shapely, unnaturally-huge-yet-natural lactating boobies. Beatrice theorized that the recent experience of the de-milkafied guards might have awakened new kinks, if not forever changed their sexual preferences.
But as Alexander picked up the most run-of-the-mill, generic, bland sword that was neither too rusty or dull nor too polished to reflect light, it was blatantly apparent to Beatrice that Alexander stalled for time. And she knew that if she noticed this, then so must have the others. Maybe not the guards who managed to be preoccupied with other things during this tense moment, but the captains and Ember for sure noticed.
Ember counted on it, Beatrice thought, looking back on how easily her bodyguard surrendered. And that was probably Flavna’s purpose with this scheme. Neither side was comfortable with having a wild card on the side, so Flavna forced the issue. If Alexander is together with the intruders, then he’ll end up revealing himself now. If not—he can be the test dummy for when the intruders inevitably fight back to avoid losing their limbs. The same logic worked for Beatrice’s side too.
And the choice between being forced into opposing either two Captains that maintained the order in the entire capital city or the mysterious upstarts with demonic abilities that could control and transform their opponents at will was a particularly sucky one.
“Send your goons to lop arms off of prisoners for you,” Alexander said to Flavna, holding the sword in his hand at his side. “I am not a dog for you to order around.”
“No, you are not,” Flavna agreed. “What you are is a murderer, just like them. And if you refuse this one opportunity of possible redemption, then I will personally deliver your punishment.”
“Punishment?” Alexander asked with a challenge. “Oh, that does remind me… Felicia’s demon pet was brought to her by the Queen and she knew only of select few among the white masks that were aware of the demon. As for your entire organization, she told me to ask you two directly. So, tell me this—were you also aware that the Queen was capable of controlling at least some demons? Was all your investigation just for show?”
“H-how dare you! You… If what you say is true, then all the more fool are you to have killed such a crucial witness! Gamesh! Take this moron alive! I want every single drop of information from that tiny brain of his!”
“Not interested,” Alexander said and slowly back away from Gamesh and Flavna. “I’ve got more important things to do than risk injuries with this stupid fight.”
“You’re not leaving!” Flavna shouted and turned to her guards. “Don’t just sit there, you perverted imbeciles! Block all the exits with your bodies if you have to! Anyone who disobeys will die the slowest, most agonizing death imaginable!”
The guards instantly forgot about the threesome, jumped to their feet (many still naked), and scattered in every which way, knocking each other over as they rushed to cover the three possible exits.
“Surrendering didn’t work,” Beatrice said as she lowered her hands and got up and noticed Ember doing the same.
“A pity,” Ember said with disappointment. Beatrice could only wonder in what way did Ember plan to set a person ablaze this time.
“You think those milk drinking, pathetic excuses for soldiers can stop me?” Alexander laughed, but his laughter was drowned by a massive deafening rumble that shook the giant dome shaped room they were in.
Earthquake? Beatrice wondered as dry mortar and small rocks shook free from above. Shit! Beatrice turned to Ember, “We should not be here anymore!”
Ember nodded in agreement, not a trace of amusement on her face remained.
The vibrations grow only stronger, the guards screamed, cried, and ran through the very exits they were meant to protect, instantly jamming all possible routs of escape. The milky threesome continued on even as the first giant block fell right next beside them, followed by countless others.
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