503: Feeling Heroic

503: Feeling Heroic

“GHU—” Charles groaned as spit flew from his dislodged mouth due to taking a flying knee to his moustached face.

“Ghouh, ghah, hourk, ghekh,” the kick sent Charles flying back past two of his Purple Cape buddies and then tumbling over and over backward straight through the gates that were just opened by the other two Purple Cape guards.

“SOUND THE ALARHMMMMHU!??” the agitated young guard shouted for help but his mouth was sealed by Ember’s futa-cock that Beatrice granted the redhead over twenty minutes in advance, just in case things went wrong right from the start.

“FUCKING DRUNKARD!! How hard is it to remember a simple code!?” Ava screamed in powerless frustration at Charles who was already out of sight, while Olivia went on to work over the remaining three, startled Purple Capes.

“You warned them that you were captive,” Beatrice said to Ava in a low, dissatisfied voice while embracing the female Purple Cape from behind.

“Let go of her!” Felix rushed to Ava’s rescue, but a single slap across the face by Beatrice’s tail knocked him off his feet, face-first into a safety barrier at the edge of the bridge they just crossed.

Regular guys like this really are no challenge anymore,

Beatrice thought with a glance at the disarmed Purple Guard and turned her head to the other side, where Joshua curled up and tried to remain unnoticed.

“You feeling heroic too?” Beatrice asked Joshua, who shook his head as fast as he could, denying any involvement in possible heroics.

“Do you not realize how stupid this was?” Beatrice asked Ava as she cast [STRIP] on her, once again. “I had a hard time convincing Ember not to boil you from the inside if you tried to do something like this.”

“I did warn you they’ll do it,” Ember said with a ‘I was right again’ smile while she face-fucked the one Purple Cape who was smart enough to remember the emergency code for guards under duress, but not savvy enough to disguise his knowledge well enough. “‘Water my plants’, ha!”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Wait Olivia! Don’t kill them!!” Beatrice shouted to the ninja girl who was about to throw one of the guards over the edge.

“Aw, you’d deny the poor guy a once-in-a-lifetime flying experience?” Ember asked.

“Over a hundred feet?” Beatrice asked. “That’s—”

“Once-in-a-lifetime” Ember accentuated the ‘once’ part.

“Just bring them inside,” Beatrice told Olivia and Ember.

“Just a sec!” Ember said, quickly approaching orgasm from roughly using the young Purple Capes mouth as her personal, warm fuck-hole.

The succubus then shoved naked Ava forward and ordered, “Move! Unless you prefer Ember’s methods.”

Ava begrudgingly obeyed. With her last hope destroyed and her pride and dignity milked out of her earlier, she had few options.

“You too!” Beatrice ordered Joshua, who hoped to be forgotten. “And bring that Felix guy!”

Soon enough, Beatrice, Olivia, satisfied Ember, and the seven Purple Capes were all inside the gatehouse. The eighth remaining Purple Cape, Charles, was on the floor, inside the gatehouse where Olivia’s knee sent him. Charles was just coming to. Groaning, he struggled to push himself off the ground but Olivia’s foot on his head put him back where he belonged.

“So, you didn’t want them killed,” Ember started saying as she dropped off her used-up Purple Cape, white glistening on his mouth. “What do we do with them then? I’d be surprised if nobody saw or heard all the commotion at the gate.”

“You’re right,” Beatrice nodded. Knowing her luck from all the previous situations, the succubus was surprised they weren’t swarmed by more guards already. “We’ll just leave them to entertain each other.”

“Oh?” Ember grinned as she looked over the distraught, beaten, and/or terrified Purple Cape guards. “Something like that cock-growing spell you did on the fire eunuchs?”

“You really just sat back and watched me fight for my dear life there,” Beatrice half-heartedly criticized her ‘bodyguard’ for her easy-going approach.

“I had every confidence in your abilities,” Ember reassured Beatrice. “And you grew all the stronger for it!”

“Sure,” Beatrice sighed. “But, no—I won’t be using that ability.”

[Dick-Growing Cum Spores] had a twelve-hour cooldown. Beatrice wanted to save such a power area-of-effect skill for a more dire situation, that no doubt would come. For this small group, she wanted to continue the theme she already started as well as test it out while she had the opportunity to do so.