Chapter 33

“Wonderful,” Beatrice said in a flat tone, not finding anything wonderful at all in starting a fire in a room with wooden floor, walls, furniture, and ceiling. “Can you put that out beforeyou burn the whole building down?”

“Of coruse, of course, don’t worry,” Ember laughed and with a snap of her fingers the fire that engulfed the wooden mug on the floor died out, leaving a charred mug and floor behind.

“Did you know that Tabitha wouldn’t be let into this inn?” Beatrice asked Ember.

“I could not care less,” Ember shrugged. “It doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, but I don’t particularly miss her company, and we won’t be staying long here anyway. The fights will start after sunset, and I’m sure that slut can take care of herself for a couple of hours until then.”

A couple of hours, eh? Beatrice wondered how to spend her free time until her upcoming “combat training”.

Beatrice couldn’t help but smile that her bodyguard paid attention and did not forget what Beatrice was looking for in this city besides sex. Beatrice needed to become stronger. It was painfully obvious that Steve was far from the strongest warriors that Belmot’s forces had to offer, and Beatrice couldn’t afford to struggle with such minions if she was serious about getting rid of scum and improving the life in this city.

“After sunset?” Olivia repeated with a grim expression. “What ‘fights’ are you talking about?”

“The Forge of Champions, of course!” Ember clarified as her smile grew wider.

“You can’t be serious!” Olivia raised her voice. “Why are we going ... You can’t possibly be thinking of participating in that abhorrent debasement of human life!? That’s—”

“Olivia,” Beatrice interrupted Olivia before she got into another pointless argument with Ember. “Go get Tabitha and get her here.”

“B-but ... Beatrice, please reconsider!” Olivia pleaded.

“We will talk about it later,” Beatrice said. “Tabitha is waiting at the inn’s entrance.”

Olivia sighed and said, “Alright, I’ll be right back.”

As Olivia walked past them, toward the door, Rafaelia said to Beatrice, “That Yshtrata brute didn’t look like the type that changes her mind easily. Why would she let Tabitha in?”

“Because we won’t be asking,” Beatrice said as she followed Olivia with her eyes, making sure that the ninja girl heard every word before she left, “I have full confidence in Olivia’s abilities to sneak in Tabitha unnoticed.”

Olivia smiled and put on her mask to cover her mouth and nose before closing the door behind her.

Once Olivia was out of the room, Rafaelia plopped down on the one bed that was in the room and let out a deep, relaxed breath, “Ahh, this is nice!”

Weren’t this girl’s parents killed mere hours ago? Beatrice questioned the fox girl’s unusual behavior.

“You’re holding up well, considering the circumstances,” Ember said to Rafaelia while leaning against a wall and watching carefully for the fox girl’s reaction. It looked like Beatrice’s bodyguard was also suspicious.

Rafaelia sighed, got slightly up off the bed, leaning back on her elbows, and asked Ember, “Do I need to be constantly crying and weeping? I could, but crying to the point of swollen eyes and red face is tiresome, hurts a little, and—most importantly—makes me ugly. Tears don’t suit my face unless I’m going cross-eyed while gagging on a cock! Besides, wouldn’t it get annoying for you to have a girl around that does nothing but cry, and is surrounded by an aura of despair so thick that she’s liable to jump out of a window at any minute?”

Beatrice listened to Rafaelia with a half-open mouth. Everything single word that came out of the fox girl’s mouth kind of made sense, considering everything that happened up until now since they “saved” her from the Purple Capes, and the way she’s been behaving. But it was still shocking to hear such a sociopathic viewpoint coming from a young, pretty girl that was still in her late teens.

“None of the men that chased you denied your story,” Ember said, calmly analyzing Rafaelia’s words. “And the one with the ridiculous mohawk even admitted that they indeed were cutting up your parents for their captain. Were they simply mistaken?”

“Oh, no-no, they did kill my ma and pa just like I wanted,” Rafaelia confirmed nonchalantly. “But I didn’t think they’d break our deal and then try to kill me too.”

“Deal?” Beatrice hoped that she misunderstood as her shock slowly mixed with ever-growing disgust toward the fox girl.

“So you did kill three of Purple Capes yourself?” Ember asked.

“Yeah, but there were too many for me to handle, so I ran,” Rafaelia said and plopped back down on the bedsheets, staring at the wooden ceiling.

“Then the whole crying for help...” Beatrice started to say, though she knew by now what the answer was.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Rafaelia asked. “Obviously, I don’t want to die, but few people in this city who would even consider standing up to those purple goons. On the other hand, if they got a chance to act a hero for a pretty girl that would be very grateful...”

Holy hell, Beatrice tried to come to terms with what kind of person she “rescued” and invited into her group. Has everyone in this city gone crazy? Beatrice looked back at the people she met so far and had a hard time remembering a single person that wasn’t damaged in some way.

Lucarad and his entire cult had lost themselves in sex orgies. The king, who had obviously lost the plot, his daughter that he clearly abused, at the very least verbally. Trigger-happy mercenaries all over the place, that seem to get off on killing and abusing their strength as soon as given the chance. Belmot’s Purple Capes (who are supposed to be keeping order in this city) were actively and willingly participating in kidnappings, murders, and cannibalism, while Belmot himself continued kidnapping children for sinister purposes.

Ember’s brother, the butcher, seemed to be sane and composed, though bitter and resentful. But that very fact that he managed to remain sane and composed when his job was cutting up human and beastkin corpses for food, and making his daughter participate in the process, made him possibly the craziest of all.

As for the commoner inhabitants of Klapsus ... The norms of a civilized society had clearly degraded. This very inn’s owner, Y’Shtara, seemed to keep order with an iron fist, but, as far as Beatrice was concerned, that only begged the question: in what other way was the buff cat girl damaged like the rest?

“Why would you do something like that?” Beatrice finally asked the fox girl.

“When did this become an interrogation?” Rafaelia asked with a frown while twirling her hair. “At least be specific.”

“Why make a deal with those butchers to kill your parents, obviously!” Beatrice clarified the obvious, raising her voice slightly. The fact that she needed to be specific, was even more worrying.

“Why not?” Rafaelia asked. “One was a drunk, abusive murderer, while the other was simply a drunk that watched it all happen without a care in the world.”

The fox girl stated this as calmly as someone would state what they had for breakfast.

Figures, Beatrice thought.

“That’s still a leap,” Ember said. “If you wanted to get rid of your parents that badly, you could have reported them. They would have been arrested and most likely executed anyway.”

“Neither of them had ever been arrested before despite all that they had done,” Rafaelia said and started playing with her fluffy tail while laying on her side, with her back toward Ember and Beatrice. “I later found out that some of my parents’ friends that they let pass me around had enough power to keep them out of trouble as long as they did them favors. In the end, I figured that as long as I’m sucking cocks of some Purple Capes anyway, I might as well use that to get some information and make favors of my own. Though I still don’t know why they tried to kill me too.”

“Chances are that your parents had run out of favors or got on the wrong side of a bigger fish,” Ember said. “They would have killed you all sooner or later anyway, you simply got lucky with your timing and accelerated things.”

“Oh?” Rafaelia had about as much reaction as she would if Ember simply told her what time it was. “A betrayal is a betrayal. That Fauna bitch wanted to eat me. Serve me on the same table as my shit ma and pa. Obviously, I have to return the favor. Do you know if that Fauna captain has any parents or siblings?”

Jesus! Beatrice shuddered. She looked at Ember, Ember glanced back at her with an acknowledging nod. The succubus could tell by Ember’s expression that they both thought the same thing—this fox girl was a nutjob.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” Ember answered Rafaelia, mirroring the fox girl’s calmness.

“Too bad,” Rafelia sighed as she looked at the pointy tip of her tail and adjusted a few hairs. “Oh well!”

The fox girl suddenly jumped up on the bed and sat on her knees, facing Beatrice. With an excited smile, she said, “Speaking of which, I had never properly thanked you for saving me!”

No, we were not speaking of that at all! Beatrice thought, barely holding back from recoiling from the crazy fox girl.

“I am very grateful!” Rafaelia smiled suggestively as she got on all fours on the bed and slowly crawled toward the succubus. “I got a taste of you in that alley, and I’ve been waiting for a chance to continue what we started.”

Beatrice stood in place, having no idea what to do with the hot but oh-so-crazy fox girl that made sexual advances toward her. The fox girl had many issues, and Beatrice had no idea how she would handle any form of rejection. Beatrice glanced at Ember, who still stood to the side, leaning against a wall by the window, with her arms crossed.

Meanwhile, Rafaelia crawled off the bed and now crawled on the floor until she reached Beatrice’s legs and crotch, remaining on all fours, looking up to the succubus from a submissive position while she slowly started to undress, without breaking eye contact.

“I’ve seen how much you enjoy shoving your cock down horny girls’ throats, just like they want,” Rafaelia said with a cheeky smile, slowly wagging her fluffy tail from one side to the other as she unveiled her perky C-cups.

The fox girl then opened her mouth, tongue hanging out, and stuck four ringers into her mouth, as deep as she could. She moved them in and out, finger-fucking her own mouth until her stomach churned and she gagged involuntarily.

“Ghaah~,” Rafaelia smiled like a degenerate slut as she let her saliva trickle down her chin. “I want you to use my mouth just like you like to!”

Don’t stick it in crazy! Don’t stick it in crazy! Beatrice kept repeating, but then she remembered—Fuck! I already did!

“Please?” the fox girl peased with a tone of desperation as she stuck her hand between her legs and started playing with herself. Her ears twitched as a sultry moan escaped her. She bit her lips and grabbed her breast while continuing to rub herself.

Fuck, Beatrice couldn’t turn away from such a show. And even though she tried her best not to act on her base instinct, her cock slowly grew harder.

“Hold that thought!” Ember finally spoke up and approached Beatrice from the side, waking the horny sex demon from the trance.

“Oh, you want to join too?” Rafaelia asked. “We can take turns sucking Beatrice off, but this time I’ll be the one to swallow her load!”

“Great! We’ll need you to keep all that enthusiasm while staying here and continue masturbating,” Ember said.

“Huh?” Rafaelia didn’t understand

“Moan as loud as you feel like too,” Ember continued. “I and Beatrice will go and make sure that no one else can hear you.”

“I figured that was the reason you took so many ‘buffer’ rooms,” Beatrice said, eager to distract herself and use any excuse to leave this room at once. “This is supposed to be a ‘wholesome inn’ after all, and Y’Shtara didn’t seem like the person who would turn a blind eye if someone complained about the noise.”

“Correct!” Ember nodded and said to Rafaelia, “So, please, go all out! And once we’ve made sure that everything is fine, you’ll get your holes pounded until you can’t stand up anymore!”

“Alright!” Rafaelia said, got her hand from between her legs, and sucked her fingers dry. She then jumped up and smooched Beatrice right on the lips. Beatrice barely managed to keep her lips shut, so Rafaelia licked her face across with her wet tongue all the way to the ear, which she then bit and licked all over. Beatrice’s cock rose faster and harder from the fox girl’s hot breaths and sexy slurping as the fox girl stuck wet tongue as deep as she could while also wrapping her lips around every part of Beatrice’s ear, licking, sucking, like it was the most delicious candy in the world.

Beatrice imagined Rafaelia’s lips around her cock, how she forced it down the slutty fox’s throat and used her just like she asked to do. The succubus felt the girl’s warm hand caressing her long, hard shaft. Rafaelia wrapped her tail around Beatrice’s thigh, slowly moving it up to the succubus’s crotch. The fox girl’s fur felt so nice to the touch, even providing additional warmth as it enveloped Rafaelia’s hand that gently massaged Beatrice’s cock, making for an unusual, but surprisingly pleasant experience. If this went on Beatrice might have busted right there if she hadn’t already cum so many times not long ago.