Chapter 103

“TAKE COVER!!” Beatrice screamed at the top of her lungs just as Grizwald’s nipples burst wide open like two rusty fire hydrants, unleashing cubic meters worth of man milk upon this mortal world.

“Huh?” Joshua looked behind him but was too slow.

All but one Purple Capes in front of Grizwald were knocked off their feet by the tsunami of milk that turned their world white, warm, and wet.

The only Purple Cape that was spared that fate for a split second was Charles, but not by any fortune or divine intervention. Beatrice grabbed him with her tail, pulled him in front of herself and used as a meat shield against the milk. All the while she covered her face, closed her eyes, and held her breath to make absolutely sure she did not get addicted to that person’s milk.

Level up!

Additional Skill Point available!

Familiar notifications popped up in Beatrice’s mind’s eye. It seemed that making a giant eight-hundred-pound-plus man cum through his lactating man titties warranted enough experience for the succubus to level up. Though the succubus had strong feelings about whether this one level was worth the emotional damage she had suffered and the things she saw that she could not unsee.

“Huh?” Olivia blinked in disbelief when she found herself on her knees with a wall of fire before her eyes. The ninja girl looked behind her and up and saw Ember, looking back at her with not even a hint of affection or care on her face.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” Ember said. “Beatrice wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I let you become Grizwald’s milk addict, funny as it may have been.”

The milk that hit Ember’s fire wall vaporized and spread throughout the guardhouse, on to the Purple Cape soldiers that were behind Grizwald and spared from the initial blast. But now—trembling, crying, scared and with no way out—they unwittingly inhaled the milk vapors that played with their taste buds, their sense of smell, their sense of reason.

“W-what is that?” one man asked.

“You feel it too?” another asked.

“It tastes...”

“Delicious!!”

“GIMME!!”

When was the last time any of them tasted anything that good? And now they were knee deep in it? The Purple Capes dropped to their knees and drank their full, slurping up the white pool right off the floor.

Once the initial storm had subdued, Beatrice let go of Charles who had already been reaching toward the white floor. The man gleefully fell face-first into the milk and all but drowned himself as he drank and drank and drank.

Ember put down the fire barrier around her and Olivia after burning up most of the milk vapors and looked around at the aftermath, as did Olivia.

Over a dozen grown men and women drinking milk off the floor with their asses shaking as they got increasingly addicted and aroused. And at the epicenter of it all, a giant sphere of flesh and fat, shaking, jiggling like jelly as it came over and over again, letting more milk flow of its gigantic man boobs like waterfall, supplying the surrounding Purple Capes with an unending stream of the most divine drink they could ever imagine.

Ember was impressed. Olivia was sick to the stomach.

“Can we go now?” Olivia asked.

“Sure,” Beatrice said slowly, plotting her next step. “Just one more thing...”

Beatrice slowly walked through the pool of milk that reached just over her ankles, moving closer to Grizwald. The Captain paid no attention to the succubus, nor anyone else for that matter. Through all of it, Grizwald ended up tasting very little of his own milk. After all, his focus was on vacuuming the last few drops out of Ava’s emptied breasts.

After all the orgasms, getting fucked, getting sucked, and then taking the brunt of Grizwald’s milk-storm, Ava’s mind couldn’t handle it anymore and the girl simply passed out. She dreamt of white, pure white snow, while held with one arm by Grizwald.

But with Ava’s breasts all but dry, and getting a whiff of his own milk, Grizwald’s brain went increasingly haywire. The unending climaxes though his lactating man boobs didn’t help. Whenever he played with the fat in his boobs, with his hard, wet nipples, Grizwald went a little more stupid. So, it made for a simple task for Beatrice to take Ava from the distracted Captain before he even realized it.

“Hey, lard-arse! You looking for this?” Beatrice dangled Ava in front of her with her tail while backtracking toward the door through which Grizwald came to the guardhouse. “If you want her, come and get her!”

“Hnyaaaaa~~” Remi arched her back and threw back her head in a mind-blowing orgasm as she squirted a fountain all over Captain Gamesh’s legs. The naked girl passed out before she even stopped ejaculating.

“Well?” Flavna asked, standing a distance behind Gamesh with her arms crossed.

Despite Remi passing out, the moans by no means ceased. Remi went quiet, for a while, but the dungeon cell was still filled with moans and cries of ecstasy of both men and women, if they could still be called that. Hollow vessels with hollow lives, concerned with nothing but pleasure. Craving what they cannot have.

At first, Flavna had ordered restraining the Tainted, but the poor souls broke their wrists and ankles as they struggle free out of the shackles. They could not stand even a second without a cock in them, without a pussy to plow.

Nothing the Tainted were capable of would ever compare to the skills and capabilities Demon Gods, but when face with the unquenchable thirst for pleasure these men and beastkin would sooner bash their skulls against the cold stone walls than spend another minute without getting the warmth of another.

When it became apparent that they would gnaw their own fingers, tear their limbs off to break free, even if it meant an untimely death from bleeding out as long as they got even a moment of stimulation, Flavna relented and ordered to free the Tainted and lock them all together in the largest cell they had.

The results were beyond predictable, and Flavna kept as far away from the Tainted as possible, surrounded by guards to smack back any that came crawling to her, looking for “fresh meat”.

“Apparently, out captive princess now has the ability to grow big, fat dicks,” Gamesh answered Flavna, barely believing his own words as he stepped away from unconscious Remi.

“ ... So, the accounts of how one of the tournament participants made the princess grow a cock...”

“Mary did not have one when our men took her armor,” Gamesh said. “And it looks like not only can she now regrow it at will, but also somehow grant it to others.”

“It’s spreading?” Flavna asked.

“That’s certainly a possibly,” Gamesh said and looked back at Remi. “Either this ‘dick virus’ spreads through sex, or that mysterious woman gave Mary the ability to grow dicks.”

“Did she also give it to Remi?”

“Can’t say,” Gamesh shook his head. “Her mind is a mess. Barely a step above the base sentience of the other Tainted. And she will most likely keep deteriorating. You want me to kill her, just in case?”

“No ... Not yet,” Flavna said. “Keep her locked up here with the others. Even if she spreads this ‘dick virus’ to the other Tainted, if we don’t find a cure for them, they’re all as good as dead anyway. Let’s go, we’re done here.”

Gamesh, Flavna, and the four Purple Cape guards exited the cell and closed the thick steel door behind them, locking the Tainted inside.

The tiny, barred opening in the upped part of the door allowed for little more than a peek into the cell, but provided more than ample audible displays of the ongoings on the other side of the door. Another, closed opening at the bottom of the door allowed to slide small items into the cell, mostly used to feed the inmates, if they were allowed such generosity.

“Do not open this door without my presence,” Flavna ordered the guards. “Continue the minimal rations. If their situation continues as is the usual expectancy ... I’ll come to put them out of their misery myself.”

“Yes, my captain!” the guards saluted Flavna.

“Come, Gamesh,” Flavna said to her ever-present partner. “It’s about time you had a more detailed conversation with the princess.”

“And here I thought you were against using such methods on her Royal Highness,” Gamesh said with an approving smile.

“She’s not an innocent bystander in this,” Flavna said, her patience running out. “I’m done playing nice. I’ll take full responsibility. Among our so-called ‘partners’ she’s a small fish. I need to know everything you can get on her and the royal family before we move on to that scum furball Felicia. If any of them have any knowledge about the demons and have been withholding it—”

“Captain!” Gamesh interrupted Flavna.

Flavna turned around and saw Gamesh standing still, his eyes pure white.

“The guardhouse...” Gamesh uttered before his eyes returned to normal, dark blue iris.

“What did you see?” Flavna asked.

Gamesh looked not himself. Visibly distraught, shaken, the man looked like he’d seen something he could not unsee.

“Here big boy!” Beatrice kept luring naked captain Grizwald forward by dangling unconscious Ava like a carrot for a donkey.

A group of Purple Cape soldiers kept crawling behind their Captain on all fours, licking up the milk off the floor that the Captain kept continuously secreting. The group continued on though the splitting corridors until they came upon a post with several guards stationed over a giant barred hole.

“What the hell!?” the guards jumped to their feet when they saw the debauched procession approaching their post.

“Oh, don’t mind us,” Ember said when she appeared out of a fire behind the three guards.

“WUAAH!?” the guards screamed in surprise and drew their weapons, but Ember drove them back with her fire. Back, all the way to the approaching, lactating captain until they slipped on his milk.

“Drink up!” Olivia pressed the faces of two guards into the milky floor.

The third guard desperately tried to scramble away, but Olivia grabbed him by his hair, but a dagger to his neck and asked, “Emily! Where is she!?”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb! The kids that Belmot collects!! Where are they!”

“T-the only kids I know are with his daughter, Ophelia, in the main fortress!” the guard all but screamed out the information, feeling Olivia’s dagger prick the skin at his throat.

“Then that’s where we go!” Olivia announced and threw the guard to the milk.

“Not so fast!” Ember objected. “First, we find Y’shtara and her little sister.”

“And Tabitha!” Beatrice added.

“Yeah, that too,” Ember said with all the consideration one would give to a misplaced scarf.

“But—” Olivia wanted to object.

“Think about it!” Beatrice interrupted Olivia. “Wouldn’t it make much more sense to free as many prisoners as we can and cause as much chaos as possible before going after Belmot’s daughter?”

“I ... I know,” Olivia conceded, begrudgingly.

“Y’shtara! Or Y’shlata! Any one of you seen either of them!?” Ember shouted into the barred pit while standing on top of it.

“Ember! Just free them all!” Beatrice said.

“I ... was about to...” Ember lied half-heartedly and looked toward the freshly addicted guards to locate which one of them had the key to the locked metal bars. “There we go!”

Ember swiftly moved to the guard whose face Olivia earlier showed into Grizwald’s milk and relieved the man of his keychain. She then grabbed the man’s breastplate from behind, lifted him half-way up and asked, “the two cat girls from the Whoelsome Inn, the ones that Captains Rivaldo and Gamesh arrested, where are they!?”