“Wh-what are you doing again!?” Ava exclaimed when Beatrice got once again behind her and squeezed both Ava’s breasts.
“Sorry, I kind of got carried away before and for a moment forgot that we shouldn’t do this out in the open,” Beatrice said, get cock getting a little stiffer at the thought what was about to happen.
“You… you don’t mean…” Ava’s voice trembled, her face turning pale in horror from the memory of what she went through last time at the hands tail of the succubus.
“Hehe, she feigns terror, yet what is that trickling down her thigh?” Ember chuckled.
“Wh-what? No—” Ava tried to say it wasn’t so, yet she could not hide how blatantly her body betrayed her.
Despite the shame of her memory, Ava’s body and mind remembered the sheer ecstasy of countless orgasms that she experienced through her breasts and numerous pussies. Ava wanted so desperately to deny it, to prove that she was a better soldier, a better woman, better than the perverts and alcoholics that she had to work alongside with.
But despite Ava’s ambitions, despite her plentiful ego, her pussy just let more and more juices flow and her clit swelled and throbbed for what this “Demon fucker” had to offer. Ava knew it. She may have still had enough self-respect to not verbally admit it, but her clit already begged for it. What Ava’s trembling upper lips could not say, her lower lips spelled out pleasantly obviously.
And Beatrice had just the medicine for a pleasure-sick pussy. The succubus brought up her Eros tree with the Skill that needed an enhancement for just such situations and did not even think twice about enhancing her Lactation Skill.
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Skill Enhancement: Lactation (+1) Rank: D Type: Eros Craft / Active Cost: 60 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 (30 minutes). Requires direct skin contact between the Succubus and the target. Minimum Requirements: Character level: 20 Skill Points in Eros Craft: 20 |
Beatrice noticed that the Skill’s rank skipped from F, straight to D, but that was hardly worth dwelling too much on. It did suggest that the upgrade in effect was a more powerful one and there was a chance that D-rank was about the maximum that the Skill would have a noticeable effect on when used on targets with equivalent level of magic resistance. But since that hadn’t been an issue before, and the grunts of this level could barely withstand a tail slap or two, Beatrice wasn’t too worried about this Skill not working on any of them.
“Are you ready?” Beatrice whispered sweetly into Ava’s ear, her hot breath tickling Ava nearly as much as her nipples started to tingle when Beatrice cast the improved [Lactation (+1)] on Ava’s breasts.
“YES! HURRY UP ALREADY!” Was what Ava’s pussy screamed, and the young woman grit her teeth as hard as she could to not confess such base desires out loud. Not that these desires were a secret to anyone by this point. Even the drunk and beaten Charles could see the stream of love juices pouring down Ava’s legs when he managed to look up at Beatrice’s “prisoner”.
But Ava was hardly a prisoner by now. She pressed her body against Beatrice’s. A girl in heat needed an equally hot body to rub against. And feeling a hardening cock pressing against her naked behind, she could not stop herself from grinding against as her nipples hardened and the tingling grew more powerful, more pleasant.
As the milk built up within Ava’s breasts, collecting in her glands and pouring through the ducts to the nipple, pressing against those rock-hard points, it sent waves through Ava’s swelling breasts and on through her body—to both her mind and pussy.
Ava bit her lip to keep herself from speaking out her desire. She wanted to be groped, to get her pussy rubbed. She felt her breasts grow, and her feminine side swelled with joy along with her breasts. She was always conscious of her less-than-ample bust size, always jealous of her more well-endowed counterparts, and angry at her degenerate male partners who only thought with their cocks and could barely comprehend more complex thoughts than “want big boobies”.
Well now Ava had big boobies! See that you fucking assholes!? Ava thought happily with her eyes closed. Ava wasn’t conscious of her proud smile. She did not even consciously control herself when she turned to Beatrice and exchanged kisses with the “Demon fucker”.
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