432: For Me You Suck

432: For Me You Suck

A gigantic, larger-than-life beastkin squeezed through the broken door frame of the Wholesome Inn. Covered in thick blue and white fur, with a long, lush tail, and with biceps the size of Beatrice’s head, captain Rivaldo without a doubt dwarfed all other giant men Beatrice met up till now. He wore a galea helmet, and black plate armor that protected his chest and stomach and carried a sword the length and width of his soldiers, and the scabbard on his back.

Isn’t there a food shortage issue in this city? Beatrice thought as she looked up at the enraged, overgrown puppy. How are they all able to keep these figures? … Oh, right. Beatrice had almost managed to forget the food shortage solution that some participated in more enthusiastically than others and immediately regretted asking herself this question. Wait, how many seconds was it already?

“WHO DARES INSULT MY SPLENDID MANHOOD!!?” Captain Rivaldo thundered as he looked at all the tiny figures before him, barely children compared to his size.

“’Splendid’?” Beatrice quoted. “Is that what you call it at night?”

“Beatrice,” Rivaldo snarled, finally honing in on the succubus just a few of his giant steps away from him. “It looks like all your development went to your overgrown tits and left nothing for your brain.”

“My tits aren’t the only thing that’s overgrown,” Beatrice said with a smile and patted her crotch, barely covered by her leather skirt. “And unlike you, I have the goods to prove it.”

Beatrice lifted her skirt, moved her panties, and let her cock drop to Rivaldo’s stunned expression.

“Let’s play a game,” Beatrice suggested to the taken aback captain. “Prove to us right now that you are not a ‘half-inch captain’ or you have to SUCK! MY! COCK!”

“Y-you’re insane! As if I would lower myself to—”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Rivaldo, the half-inch captain too scared to reveal his tiny, shriveled penis!!” Beatrice shouted. “Who wants to see their captain get on his knees and suck a cock he wished he had!?”

Predictably, it did not take long for sheer curiosity to take over their better judgment as a dozen Purple Capes appeared in the windows of the Inn and in the opening behind Rivaldo.

“MORONS!!” Rivaldo swung his massive forearm and crushed the head of one of his own soldiers against the wooden frame, splashing the blood over several others. He then turned to Beatrice, his eyes bright red and veins popping all over his body while his human-sized sword visibly vibrated in his trembling hand. He took a single, giant step toward Beatrice, but suddenly froze in place. His eyes turned from bloody red to white, and after taking a single deep breath, the captain visibly calmed down.

“I can’t imagine how hard the demons must have fucked you in your every orifice to leave you this brain-damaged,” Captain Rivaldo said in an astonishingly calm manner. “Maybe you were hoping for a swift death for your petty little insults. But you will not avoid your fate that easily.”

“See? He can’t—” Beatrice had started to say, but Rivaldo straight up ignored her.

“With that said, you won’t need your legs for what awaits you.”

The hell happened to him? Beatrice wondered, but that ultimately did not matter now.

“I like my legs very much,” Beatrice said as she put away her cock. “And unfortunately, our playtime is up.”

A bright flash behind Beatrice illuminated the street and blinded Rivaldo and all the soldiers in the windows of the Inn behind him.

Beatrice turned around and used [Blink] to instantly move twenty feet as far away from Rivaldo as possible, straight toward Ember. The moment Beatrice reappeared, she used [Refresh Cooldown (+1)] on her [Blink] Skill and cast [Blink] again right as a scorching hot, molten rock engulfed in flame hurled past her with a long, bright white tail of fire.

Twenty stamina for the [Blink], sixty stamina for the refresh, twenty more again for the blink, a hundred in total: well within Beatrice’s Stamina Point Pool and accounted for.

Beatrice reappeared again, much closer to Ember than she was a second ago, and much more nauseous from the instantaneous change of every object in sight that her brain used to orient itself in space and time.

Fuck, Beatrice remembered that she had to sprint to cover more ground for insurance. She did not expect that a double [Blink] would take a toll on hell when a regular one did nothing of the sort and, just as she ordered her body to move with all the delay of an uncooperative dream, a deafening blast slammed a searing shockwave against her back, violently throwing her forward like a doll.

-651 HP