Chapter 46

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna cum soon!” The big-tittied, four-eyed milf moaned as she rode her partner. Neither of them noticed how the snake lady slithered from behind the milf with an undone dark green outfit and a fat cock swinging between her thighs.

Only when she felt a cold hand cup a feel of her behind, did she notice the creeping snake lady with a ready cock in hand.

“Oh, God! Finally, another cock!” the milf cried out ecstatically. “Well don’t just stand there! Put it in! hurry!”

Huh? Beatrice blinked twice, not expecting that particular reaction.

“Huh?” Number Twenty-six blinked twice when he saw who was approaching his partner’s behind and asked in shock “That one was a guy?”

“Looks like it! And with a big cock too!” the milf answered with a salivating grin.

“Well, about time someone with a pair of balls and a working cock showed up!” Number Twenty-six grinned.

“Eh, now that you mention it—” Number Twenty-five was about to comment on the lack of balls on the otherwise perfectly admissible cock, but was interrupted.

“Hey, hey, hey! We don’t have all day here!” Number Twenty-six hurried them both up and then looked at the snake lady. “Why aren’t you deep in her ass already!?”

The snake lady and Beatrice exchanged glances, but in the end, this was exactly according to their plan and what the snake lady approached to do anyway, so she proceeded forward and parted the milf’s buttcheeks, making way for her cock.

“Don’t forget some spit,” Beatrice suggested to the inexperienced futa that was already pressing her cock hard against the milf’s unprepared asshole, pushing inside.

The snake lady barely had the time to follow Beatrice’s advice as the milf pushed back onto the new cock as she would on a personal toy despite the sparse lubrication the snake lady had time to provide.

“Ahhn!” the milf threw her head back and rolled her eyes with a satisfied grin as the girth of the magical cock spread her asshole.

“Well, it looks like some have decided to have some fun before the fighting begins,” the announcer’s playful voice echoed through the mines.

The magnifying sphere instantly zoomed in on the action, picking the perfect angle to see the milf’s double-penetration-induced ahegao face as she further impaled her ass with the newly arrived cock.

“One last ride before the fights?”

“More like ‘one last ride before they get killed’!”

“You don’t know that!”

“Come on! That Number Seven dude will smear their guts across the arena before the cum even leaks out of her holes!”

“Too bad you didn’t bet on him before the games started!”

“Well, I sure as hell did for this round!”

“That’s it! That’s the look I love!” Number Twenty-six exclaimed as he grabbed his partner by the waist and pounded her pussy. “Ohh, I feel you clamping down! You look so sexy with two cocks inside you!”

He then got up and pushed the milf down onto the snake lady.

“Oof!” Number Sixty-six nearly hit the back of her head while the big-tittied milf fell with all her weight on top of her.

However, the weight did not seem to bother the snake lady in the slightest. More importantly, she kept her cock inside the milf’s ass, and that was all that mattered to the trio, and while she continued fucking her from behind, Number Twenty-six jackhammered his partner’s pussy with a fiery passion.

“Haha, look at them go!” the crowd cheered.

“Hey, hey! Look over there!” one of the spectators pointed to the other side of the arena. “That girl got aroused and wanted to suck some cock too, but the guy can’t get it up, hahaha!”

“Bwahaha, what a loser!”

“He just knows he has no chance of winning.”

“All the more reason to get some action while you have the chance!”

“It’s ok, his teammates will pick up the slack!”

“Ouch! They just shoved him aside and he just sulks there on the ground! Bwahaha!”

“Damn, when are those booths opening up?”

“Why doesn’t that masked bimbo join in with them?”

“She probably thinks she’s too good for the likes of them.”

“She’d be right! Damn what a body!”

“I wonder what race she is? She has some kind of tail that she wrapped around her waist like a belt...”

“Tiny wings too!”

“Who cares? Unless she passes at least this round, I’m not getting invested!”

“Yes! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” the milf moaned as both her partner and the snake lady fucked her holes.

Well ... I guess our team might have more synergy than I at first assumed, Beatrice concluded, still surprised at how easily the duo became a threesome. At least we’re making good time! Beatrice automatically raised her arm and looked at her wrist without thinking, only to remember that she no longer had a watch. Oh, right.

Beatrice looked around and saw that not many participants followed the example set by her teammates. About a dozen or so were still busy scrambling to form what little semblance of a team a bunch of rejects could hope to form. They had no time for such activities. Only one other team decided to have some fun and double-team their teammate while the third reject laid on the ground. Most of the others were busy discussing strategies or studying their competition.

Beatrice looked up and saw naked bodies appearing one after another. Apparently, many people could not wait for those sex booths that were supposed to appear in the breaks between rounds and already took after the example set by her team. I guess I started this one. Not that Beatrice felt any guilt over the fact that the crowds gave in to debauchery so keenly.

And as the final teams formed, sixteen out of eighteen masked men split up walked toward each of the formed teams while carrying on their shoulder some kind of long item, wrapped in cloth.

“Just a reminder, you have sixty seconds to finalize your choices and line-up, shoulder to shoulder!” the announcer’s voice echoed across the arena.

“Wrap it up!” Beatrice hurried her teammates.

“Don’t tell me when to cum into my wife!” Number Twenty-six growled.

“I will when all our lives are on the line!” Beatrice snapped back. Fuck! I overdid it with the whole ‘anyone will do’ attitude.

“Don’t listen to her, baby!” the pink-haired husband lovingly whispered to his pre-orgasmic wife. “Enjoy every second of our cocks inside you!”

“Uuuugh, I love it when you talk to me like thaaaaat~” Number Twenty-five moaned as she thrust her hips against her husband’s relentless pounding.

“Ooof, that’s the face! Ooooh, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes, baby! Cum! Cum inside me!”

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” the husband tensed up. “You better cum too, you hooded weirdo!!”

“I’m cumming!! Cumming!!”

“UOOOOOHHHH!!” their bodies jerked as they came in unison, with seconds remaining to complete the forming of their teams.

As the other teams lined up, a masked, shirtless, kilt-wearing man took position no more than ten yards away from their respective team.

“What do you think they’re holding?” one of Number Fifty’s teammates asked.

“Most likely some kind of weapon,” Number Fifty said.

“One for a team of four? Who should have it?” the other girl in the group asked.

“That would depend on the type of the particular weapon, sister!” their bearded teammate said.

“A fight between teams then?”

“No doubt, brother!”

“Great! Let’s show them what real teamwork looks like!”

“Hell yeah! Nobody can beat the spirit of our cooperation as long as Lady Anderson is with us!”

“That’s right! We stand with you, Lady Anderson!”

“That’s enough of that!” Number Fifty cut the chit-chatter of her three teammates as the final seconds approached.

“Come on!” Beatrice hurried her teammates as she literally lifted them up one by one while they still came off their orgasm. “You’re cutting it way too close!”

“What’s the hurry!? We have a team already!” Number Twenty-six said as he buttoned his pants. “What should we do? Just stand still like statues like all the others?”

I’m gonna kill you! The thought flashed through Beatrice’s mind but she shook it off and said, “Whatever, just get dressed! And shoulder to shoulder!”

“Aaand~ ... Time’s up!” Thelicia announced.

Suddenly the mines went quiet. As if Thelicia’s voice froze time itself, heavy silence hung over the arena. Even the noise of the lively crowds died down. Only the sounds of the giant burning balls of fire remained. They rose around the arena and dissipated after their spectacular, but short-lived expansion. The participants looked around to see if there were any stragglers, as well as what teams had ultimately formed and whether their mismatched teams stood a chance against other mismatched teams.

“Perfect! We have sixteen neat teams! Not a single straggler left for execution!” Thelicia praised the participants for following her instructions so diligently.

Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief and looked to the right at her three teammates, wishing she had her real team next to her. But this also meant that everyone made it, including the double-teaming bunch, though the girl ended up taking her position in the row buck naked, displaying her fluffy tail for all to see while cum leaked out of her pussy.

Beatrice scanned the arena for Olivia and found her in the company of savage-looking beastkin. Good for you, Beatrice smiled, happy that Olivia wasted no time in securing a formidable-looking team for this round.

“Now, as you may have noticed, our lovely staff members have a gift for you,” Thelicia said while the sixteen masked men undid the cloth from the item that they carried. As many had suspected, the masked men brought weapons. A single weapon each, to be precise. And each of the men held a different kind of weapon: a spear, a crossbow, a rapier, a mace ... Some of the weapons Beatrice could not even name, though each of the weapons that Beatrice saw had lethal potential, even the primitive-looking club with nails sticking out of it.

The masked men threw the weapons in front of each team. Beatrice watched the dagger clang against the rocks just a couple of feet away from her.

Number Fifty’s team found themselves with a crossbow.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” the bearded man, Number Twenty-two, spit and crossed his arms. “Seeing this again reminds me of the good ol’ days when daddy took us boar huntin’.”

“A ranged weapon should give us an advantage!” the girl on their team, Number Forty-nine, said with a nervous smile.

“With just three arrows, it ain’t giving us shit!” Number Twenty-two shook his head, as the amount of ammunition was the first thing he looked for. “We’ll be usin’ it as a club before the first minute passes!”

“But each team has only one weapon!” the other teammate argued. “As long as we get that one, we can take their weapon too and arm ourselves.”

“We don’t even know what exactly we’ll have to do,” Number Fifty, their leader, pointed out. “And besides, there may be several people here with abilities that require more weapons. They might even give their weapon to the weakest person just as a distraction.”

“Oh,” Number Forty-nine lowered her head and sighed.

A few participants stepped forward to collect their weapon, but a sudden fireball explosion between them and the weapon made them jump back with a scream.

A warning shot, Beatrice thought when she saw the masked men raise their hand, aiming the potential next shot into the transgressor’s faces.

“Oh, did I forget to mention it?” Thelicia asked lightheartedly as if she forgot to mention the weather. “You absolutely cannot touch the weapons until the round begins, sillies!”

The balls of fire that the masked men fired off were not even close to the level that Ember unleashed yesterday. But when Beatrice considered that these men might very well be also responsible for the pyrotechnics around the arena, it was safe to assume that the members of the masked staff were no pushovers.