319: A Beautiful Voice

319: A Beautiful Voice

“HELL YEAH!!!” a burly manbear cheered on the lewd action in the arena while he easily held some woman by the hips and pumped her up and down on his cock like a fuck toy while the woman masturbated as she watched the princess cum all over herself.

Another woman was masturbating in a corner when a beastkin walked up to her and dropped his massive shlong on her face.

“I know you want it,” he said with arrogant confidence.

It worked!

“A-ahn!” the woman opened wide to give her mouth to a jawbreaking piece of meat.

“Drink up!” another beastkin yelled in a drunken, horny high as he pulled a girl up by her hair from behind and poured alcohol straight down her throat while he fucked her ass.

The spectator areas rapidly developed into drunken orgies.

And as Beatrice used her tail to fuck her opponent silly, driving the princess to a cross-eyed, cum gobbling orgasm, the succubus felt her cock strengthen below her skirt. How long was it since my last orgasm? She wondered. Beatrice was still felt in control of herself, and a quick glance at her Arousal Points confirmed that she was indeed not even at half of her maximum. The investment in Arousal Pool and her rapid leveling allowed her to go on for much longer times than yesterday without losing her mind to sex.

However, just because her arousal system was still within reason, did not mean that Beatrice wouldn’t get aroused when playing with a cum-hungry princess whose pussy still trembled around her tail.

“aaa… Ä̷͕́Ă̴̲A̴̪̕Á̸̟Ä̷̞A̶͗ͅA̶̳͂… Á̵̠̹͂́A̴̺͌̕À̶̭̈́̋Ā̸̧̘͆̆A̵̖̝̐A̴͎̻̾͌Á̴̮͕A̵͎͔͑͝A̵̧͕͌́̾A̶͇͈̳̅͆̚Ḁ̴̮̯̋Ä̷̻̦́̉̃À̵̧̢̡̘̗̙̮͓̳̝̰̉͗̎̊̍͂̇̏͛̏͋͌͊ͅA̴̡̛̞̙̯̟͙̘̫̩̽̉́́̓̏̀̔̕Ä̴͔͍̗́Â̵̧̛̹̣͓̲̹̔̄͒͆͑̾͗̕̕͝Ȁ̵̭̙̱̰̪̩̰̹̗̹̀̐̄̓͛̉̋̃̔̇̚̚͝͠ͅA̸̡̮͍̰̪̤̖͙̭̹͈̮̦̪͆͐͘ͅÅ̷̤̣̟͓̼̙͊̓́̊̒̅͆Ã̵͊̉̄̕ͅĄ̸͙͔̈́͋̍͋̾̓A̶̻̺̅̈̎̏̌̃̒̆̈́̔̕͝Ä̴̧̝̬͊͐̋̉̅͘Ą̵̧̨̛̠̹͎̼̬̎̆̆̄̏̎̏͑̋̚Ą̸̧͕̦̘̻̲̃̒͝Ä̵̦̖̤͕͉̦̤̗̘Á̸̩̳̠̙̊̈́̈́A̵̼̗̬͉̫͎̫͖̠̗̎͊̇̉̏͑͋̋̆̑̕͜Á̸̤̭̙̌̀͛̍̽̂̎̾Ą̵̛͚̜̳̮̪̫͕͖̩̺̖̈́͗̽͂̾̾̊̇̈́̃̈́͘͘͝ͅ!̸̢̨̠̦̰̝͖̪̾́̀͠!̸̳͓̰̲̤̩͝!̸͙͕̟̯̽̉̄̈́̒͊!̶̦͙͉̳̉͗̍̇̅͠!̵͙̺͓̖́!̸̤̮̰͎̩͍̘͓͐!̶̗̄̃͠!̶͈͓̣̦̻̠̈͐͐͘!̷̥̬͓̄̅!̷͓͚̣̝̲̥͛̿͛͂̕!̸̢̛͔̬̃͒͝!̴̗̦̞̲̭̜̭́̓͘!̸̨̰̫̥̹̒̈́!̸̧̳̞͓̫̹̏͛̂̆̈͂́͝”

-200 HP

“GYEAHHH!!” Beatrice screamed out in agony and instantly, reactively covered her ears from a scream that turned into a mind-ripping shriek. But that did nothing to stop the sound from assaulting her mind. Beatrice did not even hear her own scream as the one-note scream blew her eardrums and reverberated through her entire body.

The succubus fell next to the princess who also visibly cried in pain while bleeding out of her covered ears. Whatever trick she used to survive the powers of her previous opponents, it did not work on this single-note assault.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Though Beatrice could no longer hear a thing, she felt the vibrations against and in her body stop. Still on the ground, feeling liquid collect at the palms of her hands, Beatrice turned to see the source of the attack. Just a little behind her stood the tall, skeletal, kilt-wearing shirtless man with a black oval mask covering his entire face. Next to him: the barely five-foot tall (including her long fluffy ears) snow-white hairball of a beastkin girl with her thin naked partially buried under her hair, partially showing, crossed at her chest. The fucking announcer girl!

Beatrice judged by the fact that Felicia did nothing but stand in place that the beastkin was no doubt currently speaking in a particularly grating, haughty manner, even though her face-covering mask prevented lip reading, so what was the point unless she got off on hearing herself speak?

In the distance behind the two rude interrupters the crowds were outraged. They waved their fists and screamed with rage painted across their faces. Beatrice doubted that they were outraged by a cheap sneak attack. Far more likely their ire was brought upon by the interruption of the princess-fucking action. Maybe, by the attack itself? After all, if Beatrice suffered such a strong blow, who’s to say that the waves did not reach the crowds?

“This nonsense ends here!” Felicia announced in her usual echoing voice. “And you all horny drunks out there, stop your complaining! I teleported to the arena for the sole reason to concentrate all the energy on the rule-breaker and limit your exposure! What you felt was a loving whisper compared to what Number Sixty-nine experienced!”

“FUCK YOUU!!”

“GO BACK TO YOUR HOLE!!”

“RECUME THE SEX!!”

“WE WANT THE COCK PRINCESS!!”

“You… Ahem, unfortunately, our organization cannot allow for a death of a member of the royal family in our arena,” Felicia explained.

“Fuck the royal family!!”

“LITERALY!! FUCK! THEM!”

“AND FUCK YOU TOO!”

“I HOPE YOU GET FUCKED!”

“These games are bullshit!”

“She just couldn’t resist inserting herself into it!”

You moronic, stupid… Felicia barely held back from unleashing an attack on her audience just to shut them up. She then looked at the princess whose cocks lost their upright strength while their temporary owner reeled in pain until she passed out. Fool! Serves you right! Don’t worry, as much as I’d prefer to leave you mute and deaf…

“John,” Felicia finally spoke again, but this time in her quiet, unenhanced voice. “The crowd wants a fucking. So, we’ll give them one! Take all your present men and give this bitch a fucking of a lifetime!”

“Ah, b-but…” John stuttered nervously.

“Oh, right!” Felicia maskpalmed. “I need a break… Just use your hands! Ever heard of fisting!?”

“Ah—”

“GO!” Felicia commanded.