529: Milkafied

529: Milkafied

Level up!

Additional Skill Point available!

Another level? What is it… Four now? Beatrice marveled at the speed with which she gained levels through her new milk slave.

Beatrice brought up her Skill Point tab to confirm, and indeed, there it was.

Skill Points

Total Skill Points

48

Unused Skill Points

4

Skill Points in Combat Craft

12

Skill Points in Mischief Craft

4

Skill Points in Eros Craft

28

Four Skill Points to use despite the fact that Beatrice used two Points earlier. Seeing the effectiveness of the Lactation Skill, Beatrice decided to improve her walking milk station with another Enhancement. That was when she suddenly got the opportunity to unlock a special Skill [Lactating Minion] which transformed Captain Grizwald into her permanent milk toy. And Beatrice never looked back.

Skill Enhancement: Lactation (+2)

Rank: C

Type: Eros Craft / Active

Cost: 120 Stamina

Cooldown: 20 minutes

Description: The target starts uncontrollably lactating copious amounts of delicious milk. The breasts increase in size to contain the abnormal milk quantities. The milk is increasingly addictive to all that drink it for the duration of this Skill (60 minutes). The more milk they drink the greater the orgasms.

Requires direct skin contact between the Succubus and the target.

Minimum Requirements:

Character level: 20

Skill Points in Eros Craft: 20

Skill Name: Lactating Minion

Rank: B

Type: Eros Craft / Toggle

Cost: 100 Stamina, 60 stamina per minute

Cooldown: 48 hours

Description: Alter the target of Lactation (+2) into becoming the Succubus’s absolute lactating servant for as long as the Succubus has Stamina above 0. All humans and beastkin who drink the milk of Lactating Minion become simple obedient slaves to the Milk, the Lactating Minion and by extension of the Succubus. Can be resisted with Great Willpower or B-Rank and higher protective spells.

Requires line of sight between the Succubus and the target, the target must be under effect of Lactation (+2) or higher.

Only one Lactating Minion is allowed simultaneously. Slaves to the Milk (Milkafied for short) can return to normal, but the Lactating Minion will never return back to normal.

Minimum Requirements:n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Character level: 30

Skill Points in Eros Craft: 25

The Stamina cost is a pain, because my Stamina regeneration is just a little behind the amount I use to keep up with the Skill. But considering the effectiveness as well as the levels I’ve gained, it’s a small price to pay.

Information

Name

Beatrice

Age

18

Class

Succubus

Level

37 (1%)

Health Points

1060/1060 (+1.64/sec)

Arousal Points

42/448 (+0.01/sec)

Stamina Points

235/380 (+1.16/sec)

Physical Attack

66

Physical Defense

78

Magic Attack

62

Magic Defense

26

Speed

45

Since I’m currently regenerating 57 Stamina and losing 60 Stamina each minute, I can keep this up for another 78 minutes, before my Stamina reaches zero. Though I should avoid having my Stamina drop to zero and leaving myself in a vulnerable state without any Stamina at all, even if I do regenerate it quickly.

Which would mean that I have to either end this in an hour or not be here in an hour.

“No! Let me go!! Noooo!!!!” Beatrice watched another Purple Cape get dragged past her to be “milkafied”.

Ember casually stood back and watched the fate of the Purple Capes with perverse delight. She was in such a good mood that she didn’t even seem at all bothered that she was yet to locate cat girl sisters from the Wholesome inn.

Supposedly they will return to normal, Beatrice thought of the milkafied. Probably when the Lactating Minion Skill expires. But what exactly will happen to Grizwald? Not that Beatrice was too concerned with the fate of the Captain, considering the things he had envisioned for Beatrice and her friends. Will he remain addicted to his milk, masturbating while drinking from his own man titties, a mindless lactating simpleton? Will he just drop dead?

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!!” Olivia suddenly ran to the captive Purple Cape.

Of course, the milk slaves listened to Olivia as much as they listened to other pleas for mercy.

“Beatrice!! Stop them!” Olivia shouted.

“Eh? S-sure. You guys, stand in place and await command!”

The milk slaves stopped frozen, but did not let go the captive Purple Cape.

“Thank you,” Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. “Everything spiraled out of reason so fast that before I knew it, I couldn’t get my hands on any Purple Capes that were not obsessed with drinking milk or sucking on Grizwald’s giant, disgusting… A-anyway—”

“P-please! Spare me!!” the captive Purple Cape cried like a baby and begged Olivia. “I’ll do anything!! Anything!! Don’t turn me like the others!! I don’t want to suck on Grizwald’s… Anything!”

“Sure,” Olivia did not so much agree as she didn’t care one way or the other about the Purple Cape soldier. “Maybe you know where my sister is held? Emily!”

“I-I, I’ve never heard of any Emily,” Purple Cape cried, shaking and sweating, knowing full well how fucked he was if he couldn’t give the needed information.

“Bullshit! Everybody knows of Belmot’s perversions!!” Olivia screamed in the Purple Capes face. “He keeps kidnapping children whenever he can get his hands on any!”

“Ah, that’s…” the Purple Cape looked to the side.

“You know something!!” Olivia grabbed the man’s torn armor.

“The kids that were kidnapped… They’re almost always with Lord Belmot’s daughter, Ophelia! And when not, they’re held under lock and key on the upper levels of the Fortress itself. Very few people have access there. If your sister was taken, she’s there.”

“Then that’s where I’m going,” Olivia said after instantly letting go of the Purple Cape and erasing him from her mind.

“We need to stick together,” Beatrice said. “With how many cells we checked and how many Purple Capes have fallen its only a matter of time before we’re done here anyway. I know you’re in a hurry but think about how easier it will be to clear out the entire Belmot’s fortress with an army by our side!”

“Tch!” Olivia seemed to reluctantly agree.

A partial truth, at best and Beatrice knew it. She’d probably lose control of her milk slaves before they got to Belmot, but it was far more preferable to splitting up again.

I just hope Tabitha and the others haven’t become milkafied by accident, a worrying thought crossed Beatrice’s mind. The succubus had instructed both Grizwald and the milk slaves not to enslave the captives, but accidents do happen. And the though of Tabitha sucking on Grizwald’s man titties was stomach-churning.