"Haaah," Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief when she looked around and saw Olivia still sleeping on a couch, Ember sitting oppose with Samantha at a table, enjoying a couple of drinks after a meal, her four eunuchs sulking together in their own group. They were all still here, with her, instead of getting off on fucking with hellspawn. The succubus wiped her forehead; she was absolutely drenched.
"Are you alright?" Samantha asked Beatrice.
"Y-yeah," Beatrice was certainly happy that her nightmare was only that—a nightmare. Yet it left a bitter aftertaste. Beatrice looked down at her naked breasts and was relieved again. As unnaturally perky for their impressive size as ever.
Beatrice was pretty sure she had her Mini Top on after returning to the surface, yet now it was rolled up under her breasts. Guess I really tossed and turned, Beatrice concluded and adjusted her sexy garments. As she did that, her stomach growled and she realized that she just saw Ember and Samantha at a table with, "FOOD!!"
Beatrice jumped up, rushed to the table, and attacked the humble meal.
"Woah!" Samantha leaned back as she watched Beatrice devour one of the loafs of bread.
Ember chuckled and took a sip from a cup of what looked to be coffee with cream.
Only after Beatrice was done with one loaf and dug into the next one did she start to realize how utterly bland and dry the bread was. Even calling it a bread was an insult to any cheap store-bought bread Beatrice ever tried. Of course, that did not stop the succubus from finishing the second loaf too, but by then she needed a drink of the only liquid that seemed to be available: the beer. Beatrice poured some into an empty cup and finished that off too. As bitter as it was, it did add some flavor to her tasteless breakfast.
Flavor! Beatrice remembered a certain description part of a certain Skill.
Skill Name: Futanari Succubus's Semen (+1)
Makes the Succubus's cum taste differently for every person that takes it in their mouth - as their favorite food.
Beatrice was tempted to enhance the humble meal. It would be the least she could do for Samantha's hospitality, especially considering how they parted last time. But Beatrice didn't feel like whipping out her dick and start masturbating first thing in the morning.
Morning? Is it even morning? Beatrice wondered. It was impossible to tell, in a room with no windows. Which also made Beatrice wonder how Samantha managed to get fresh air into her shop—Wait!
"How long did I sleep?" Beatrice asked and sat down at the table, realizing that something was very off.
"Ten hours?" Ember shrugged and continued to calmly enjoy her drink, paying it more attention than to Beatrice.
"At least, probably more," Samantha added.
So, it's probably late afternoon or evening, Beatrice thought. I really messed up my sleeping schedule—Oh, again!
Beatrice brought up her character information and took a single look at a single position to instantly confirm what was so wrong.
Arousal Points
5.4/370 (+0.01/sec)
No wonder I'm more worried about ventilation and the time of day rather than fucking anything that moved after ten hours of sleeping! My Arousal Points are as slow as they could be!
No morning wood should have been the first clue. Zero desire to coat her bland bread with delicious cum should have sent Beatrice's alarms ringing. No matter how Beatrice counted, her Arousal should have been maxed out to the point that she'd probably be fucking the bread instead of eating it. And Beatrice knew only one way to lower her Arousal Points.
Beatrice looked at the obvious blonde, big-tittied suspect, Samantha who was extraordinarily mellow. Last time they saw each other, Samantha did not want to even speak with her so-called friend. Samantha paid Beatrice no mind and took another sip of her creamy drink, just like Ember.
Oh!
They seriously milked me in my sleep! Beatrice's first reaction was shock and outrage. Here she was—eating bland food and drinking disgusting beer, while these two just had the feast of their lives! Though Beatrice quickly realized that the only reason she was mad was that she missed out on it. She knew perfectly well she'd have done the same thing given the choice.
"How many times?" Beatrice asked the two chill, satisfied women.
"Enough," Ember smiled and finished the remainder of her special drink.
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