“Argh!!! What kind of idiot such poor control of their magic!?” Flavna cursed. “Maybe Asuna was right about you two and you’re the fucking demons!! How many people did you kill on your way here!?”
“Degenerates, losers, idiots, cowards,” Ember counted. “Drinking and fucking each other while waiting for the end of the world and inevitable death. Can’t say I care about any of them. Also, why do you care? Did you miss how quickly everyone turned against you? Not that you had that many fans to begin with.”
“It’s not about being liked!” Flavna said. “And why did you just leave Gamesh there?”
“Be thankful that I bothered taking you and this little water squirter,” Ember said. “I already pushed myself way past my limit! Using this move twice in such a short time span… That’s why you got those burns. Even if it was a momentary slip. I had to also control my flames at the end to not make it too obvious where we went.”
“I’m sure nobody will notice the giant explosion in a silent, dark alley,” Flavna groaned in pain. “Is this meant to be your hideaway? What a joke! Also, I should rip both your arms off and your lying tongue! I knew you were the one that caused that fire in the Beaver District!”
“Well, aren’t you smart.”
“How dare you!!” Mimi jumped up between Flavna and Ember. “The captain risked everything to defend you and your cow-tit friend!”
“Not like she had that much of a choice,” Ember said. “Once they decided to stick with the story that there was no Sovereign, the murder of that fat idiot and his psycho daughter fell directly on the Purple Capes. Not that it would have been any different even if they knew and acknowledged that it was a demon that killed Lord Belmot. After all, one of your duties is precisely to prevent that from happening, no?”
“Yeah, I’m not dealing with this,” Samantha said and retired to her private bedroom.
Beatrice followed Samantha’s behind with her eyes. Those birthing hips swaying from side to side, not even a hint of cellulite on those bubbly cheeks that just cried for a squeeze. Beatrice understood Samantha’s preference to indulge in basic pleasure instead of listening to whatever this was.
And it was upon noticing her hard on for that supple behind that Beatrice realized that she too did not want to spend another second listening to another petty argument. She followed Samantha, and when the blonde turned around to close the door she was met with Beatrice’s lips.
Samantha was startled for a short moment. But when Beatrice put Samantha’s hand on her rock hard eight incher, Samantha pulled Beatrice closer to herself. She reciprocated the kiss and then some while stroking the cock she so intensely craved to deal with her latest frustrations.
“Eh? What about me?” the nameless buff dude asked as he sat up on the bed with a hard cock, throbbing at the sight of two sexy ladies making out, Beatrice’s cock obstructed from his sight.
“Grab your tools and-Ahn-get to work on the giant hole in my shop,” Samantha said as Beatrice pinned her against the wall. She grinded with her cock against Samantha’s alluring booty and Samantha grinded right back against that hard cock that made her pussy wet.
“E-Eh!? B-B-But you said…” the dude’s cock withered along with his morale.
“Don’t pout, it’s the opposite of arousing,” Samantha said and moaned when Beatrice’s tail gently her wet pussy lips. “The sooner you finish, the sooner you can finish in me. I’ll even let you do that thing you’ve been begging me for the past week.”
The dude was on his feet and out the door the second he heard that. It did not even cross his mind to get dressed. He wrapped his handyman’s belt around his shredded abs and ran outside, his excited cock bouncing from side to side. And even the colossal amount of work that he discovered that needed to be done was not enough to damper his excitement.
“Now, where were we?” Samantha asked with a naughty smile.
“I was deciding whether to fuck you against this wall right now or to push you down and fuck your face first.”
“Why not both?” Samantha licked her lips.
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“Argh!!! What kind of idiot such poor control of their magic!?” Flavna cursed. “Maybe Asuna was right about you two and you’re the fucking demons!! How many people did you kill on your way here!?”
“Degenerates, losers, idiots, cowards,” Ember counted. “Drinking and fucking each other while waiting for the end of the world and inevitable death. Can’t say I care about any of them. Also, why do you care? Did you miss how quickly everyone turned against you? Not that you had that many fans to begin with.”
“It’s not about being liked!” Flavna said. “And why did you just leave Gamesh there?”
“Be thankful that I bothered taking you and this little water squirter,” Ember said. “I already pushed myself way past my limit! Using this move twice in such a short time span… That’s why you got those burns. Even if it was a momentary slip. I had to also control my flames at the end to not make it too obvious where we went.”
“I’m sure nobody will notice the giant explosion in a silent, dark alley,” Flavna groaned in pain. “Is this meant to be your hideaway? What a joke! Also, I should rip both your arms off and your lying tongue! I knew you were the one that caused that fire in the Beaver District!”
“Well, aren’t you smart.”
“How dare you!!” Mimi jumped up between Flavna and Ember. “The captain risked everything to defend you and your cow-tit friend!”
“Not like she had that much of a choice,” Ember said. “Once they decided to stick with the story that there was no Sovereign, the murder of that fat idiot and his psycho daughter fell directly on the Purple Capes. Not that it would have been any different even if they knew and acknowledged that it was a demon that killed Lord Belmot. After all, one of your duties is precisely to prevent that from happening, no?”
“Yeah, I’m not dealing with this,” Samantha said and retired to her private bedroom.
Beatrice followed Samantha’s behind with her eyes. Those birthing hips swaying from side to side, not even a hint of cellulite on those bubbly cheeks that just cried for a squeeze. Beatrice understood Samantha’s preference to indulge in basic pleasure instead of listening to whatever this was.
And it was upon noticing her hard on for that supple behind that Beatrice realized that she too did not want to spend another second listening to another petty argument. She followed Samantha, and when the blonde turned around to close the door she was met with Beatrice’s lips.
Samantha was startled for a short moment. But when Beatrice put Samantha’s hand on her rock hard eight incher, Samantha pulled Beatrice closer to herself. She reciprocated the kiss and then some while stroking the cock she so intensely craved to deal with her latest frustrations.
“Eh? What about me?” the nameless buff dude asked as he sat up on the bed with a hard cock, throbbing at the sight of two sexy ladies making out, Beatrice’s cock obstructed from his sight.
“Grab your tools and-Ahn-get to work on the giant hole in my shop,” Samantha said as Beatrice pinned her against the wall. She grinded with her cock against Samantha’s alluring booty and Samantha grinded right back against that hard cock that made her pussy wet.
“E-Eh!? B-B-But you said…” the dude’s cock withered along with his morale.
“Don’t pout, it’s the opposite of arousing,” Samantha said and moaned when Beatrice’s tail gently her wet pussy lips. “The sooner you finish, the sooner you can finish in me. I’ll even let you do that thing you’ve been begging me for the past week.”
The dude was on his feet and out the door the second he heard that. It did not even cross his mind to get dressed. He wrapped his handyman’s belt around his shredded abs and ran outside, his excited cock bouncing from side to side. And even the colossal amount of work that he discovered that needed to be done was not enough to damper his excitement.
“Now, where were we?” Samantha asked with a naughty smile.
“I was deciding whether to fuck you against this wall right now or to push you down and fuck your face first.”
“Why not both?” Samantha licked her lips.
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