"Absolutely not!" Beatrice and Olivia shouted in unison their refusal to hold a three-way deathmatch. Olivia had refused just as strongly and loudly as Beatrice. On the other hand—perhaps not surprisingly—Tabitha did not voice her refusal toward Ember's proposition.
"Took you long enough," Ember said, unimpressed with the speed with which Olivia snuck Tabitha into the inn.
"Fighting for the right to be Beatrice's personal fuck toy…" Tabitha murmured as she fidgeted in place. "My holes would be the only ones to satisfy her needs? Ahn~ To be the only one to take a goddess's cock into my mouth then ass, then mouth again while she slowly strangles me with her tail... Hn~"
Olivia looked at Tabitha with a grimace of utter revulsion and took several steps away from the mage who already had her hand between her legs as she daydreamed her debauched version of a honeymoon with Beatrice.
"Oh, but what if I get mortally wounded in that fight?" Tabitha suddenly realized and looked at Beatrice with desperate anticipation. "Would you grant me one final fuck, one final, deep, and powerful orgasm before I pass?"
"We will not be holding any deathmatches amongst ourselves!" Beatrice spelled it out, as it looked like she somehow wasn't clear enough the first time she objected.
"Aw," Tabitha made a face in disappointment.
"Alright, if the rooms are surprisingly decently sound-proofed," Beatrice said, eager to change the subject from deathmatches. "And if this is all that we can hear in this room, we'll be fine. Let's go back to our room."
"Sound?" Tabitha asked and looked around. The green-haired mage then concentrated her hearing and after a couple of seconds asked, "Wait! What's going on? What did I miss? Did Beatrice have sex without me and now that beastkin girl is fingering herself as she reminisces the glory that is Beatrice's dominant cock?"
"Not quite," Ember said with a smile and the group went out of the room and followed Beatrice back to the third floor. Though, Olivia clearly did not forget Ember's suggestion that easily.
"How did you know we'd be down there?" Beatrice asked Olivia when they were on the third floor.
"The door was open, and I saw you through the window as we scaled the wall on the backside of the building," Olivia explained and then glared at Ember. "More importantly, that little—"
"Don't even start," Ember rolled her eyes. "You're outclassed in every regard. Combat prowess, intelligence, basic common sense… The only reason you're kept around is that Beatrice enjoys playing with you and watching you agonize as you realize that you're just another simple sex addict, no better than the lowest of whores that you so desperately try to elevate yourself above of."
Olivia clenched her fists and grit her teeth so hard, Beatrice feared they would crack.
"Jealous?" Olivia snarled, her face red in fury.
Ember suddenly stopped, turned back to Olivia, and asked with a laugh, "Pardon?"
"You heard me!" Olivia said. "If we're kept here just for the sex, as you say, then that means that you're simply horrible at it and no fun for Beatrice!"
"W-what?" Ember's poker face cracked.
"By your own logic, why else keep such "useless sluts" around unless you're a frigid bitch that can't satisfy Beatrice?" Olivia asked with a growing smile, ecstatic to have finally found a chink in Ember's armor. "I've never seen Beatrice even so much as kiss you! Of course! Why would she? When she knows she can have a much better time with me and Tabitha!"
You were passed out before and absent now, Beatrice thought but did not say out loud. Beatrice found it amusing that in desperation to strike back at Ember, Olivia ended up glorifying her sexual experiences that she so was so ashamed of before.
"This is ludicrous," Ember blew off Olivia's accusations without even looking at her and walked to the room where Rafaelia was masturbating.
"Ha! Face it! That's why you constantly harass us!" Olivia pressed. "So many times you wanted to get rid of your competition!"
"She even wanted to kill us while we were wounded!" Tabitha added.
"WHAT!?" Olivia shouted. She then turned to Beatrice and asked, "Is that true?"
"Oh please," Ember stopped right before entering the room where Rafaelia was, having heard enough of this nonsense. "You finally got your dusty pussy pounded for a couple of times and suddenly you're some sex expert? You wouldn't last five minutes in Lucarad's cult."
"Beatrice! Give me a cock again!" Olivia demanded as she glared at Ember. "I'll screw her brains out to the point that she begs me for more!"
Ember shook her head and said, "You'll cum in a minute and that'll be the end of it. Another failure to add to an ever-growing list of disappointments that sum up your pathetic existence."
"Beatrice!" Olivia waited for the succubus's help.
"Do it," Ember encouraged Beatrice. "I'll enjoy making her shoot her load right in her own face after she begs me to make her cum."
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