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How these two have changed, Lucarad thought as he watched two of his priestesses do what they did. The Taint really did a number on them. Was it the powerful poison of Ararachni combined with near-death experience? At first, their fantasies revolved around submitting themselves to… Well... I suppose it was only a matter of time before they had to take care of their frustrations with each other.

Or was it a coping mechanism to deal with what happened to them in those tunnels? Lucarad wondered while Victoria did the opposite of dressing to Priscilla. The girls got only more excited and continued exchanging bills and coos. Either way, there really is a limit to how much I can keep the Taint in check with my Skull of Nightmares.

Victoria’s and Priscilla’s passionate bill and cooing were interrupted when suddenly something resembling ice cream sprayed over their one side.

“Ah!?” Victoria exclaimed and separated from Priscilla’s lips when icecream-like-substance splashed on her cheek. She winced instinctively, protecting her eyes as more ice cream sprayed over something or someone resembling her and Priscilla, and it was spraying from vaguely the direction where the altar stood.

Beatrice kept uttering familiar sounds while she played pinball without any pockets, aiming and spraying ample amounts of honey directly at the girls. The honey splattered on both the girls’ sides—their thighs, hips, stomachs, watermelons, and apples. Even Victoria’s golden locks were not safe from the fruit of the bees.

In her past life, Beatrice had never witnessed two hot girls bill and coo right in front of her and for her amusement. She simply couldn’t hold back. When the girls emotionally embraced while failing to keep all of their garments on their bodies, all Beatrice could think about was skeet skeeting and have Victoria and Priscilla lick the fruits of her labor, preferably off someone other than themselves.

-5 Arousal Points.

 

Arousal Points

7/20 (+0.01/sec)

 

Unfortunately, Beatrice did not fully fulfill her fantasy. Beatrice’s inexperience with her new body, combined with her heightened overexcitement of indulging in her missed fantasies, and the heightened sensitivity of her arbor vitae due to reaching the ending of a short but unforgettable movie two times already, lead to poor control and aim. Only two meager shots ever reached the target destination.

“Haaah,” Beatrice breathed deeply, trying to regain her composure. She was sweating, her heart was beating wildly. But most of all Beatrice was deeply ashamed of her poor performance.

So, this is what it means to be a level 1 succubus? She asked herself. Did the movie even last a minute?

However, Beatrice’s lamentations vanished from her mind when she saw the twin-tailed blue-haired lick the fruit off the bees off Victoria’s cheek.

“My my, aren’t we lucky?” Priscilla said as she continued collecting all of the honey. Once she was done, she added, “Although the honey still isn’t as sweet as it should be.”

“Sh-she already watched a movie to the end three times,” Victoria said quietly while looking at Beatrice’s arbor vitae with hazy eyes. “But her... It’s… It’s still in full force?”

“Yes, it is,” Priscilla said and grinned, staring at the arbor vitae herself. “How badly do you want to go squat-jumping in the cucumber patch with it?”

“W-what!?” Victoria exclaimed, seemingly surprised by Priscilla’s words.

“Don’t play coy!” Priscilla giggled and slid her index finger across two tunas slapped together. “You’re so itchy, that it’s already spreading! Do you want to take a telescope and go explore the night sky with the Savior, hoping to see a black hole that badly?”

“Oh, don’t say such things,” Victoria whimpered.

“I can’t blame you, she’s a stunner,” Priscilla said and glanced at Beatrice who again was back to tapping into her potential. “You always did have a thing for watermelons. And this one even comes with some much-needed protein! She really is everything you could dream of, isn’t it?

“Please stop,” Victoria begged and teared up.

But Priscilla did not stop, and additionally said to Beatrice, “See what a hopeless doxy my dear sister in arms is? She puts up this high and mighty act, but as soon as she watermelons, her temperature increases!”

“No!” Victoria leaned on Priscilla because her legs were shaking from the verbal assault.

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” Priscilla shouted. “Do you really think I don’t know about all the times you sneaked out at night to play poker the local tavern wench? I knew the true reason why you never joined us for our poker nights! It was because the watermelons we were growing weren’t big enough for your taste! And I know you secretly proposed to play poker with Cassy, even though she only wanted to play poker with that snake, Amy!”

“H-haah… H-how?” Victoria barely managed to speak, powerless against Priscilla.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m always watching you! And your poker games with the wenches? At first, I had a hard time figuring out which you enjoyed more—winning or loser at poker. But I made sure to study carefully the techniques and strategies you used.”

“Ah! Y-you mean…”

“That’s right! I followed you! Every. Single. Time. Hehe,” Priscilla giggled and licked her lips. “Even during the coldest winter nights, after all the others were asleep. I could barely keep myself warm, you know? Buried in the snow under the tavern’s window. I often ended up with frostbitten fingers, despite doing my best to keep them warm while you were playing poker by the fire. That’s how I learned all about you!”

“Please, No!”

“The poker chips you carved out of wood, and the way you used them in those poker games. You never brought them out with me! Even though I learned to play the game well enough to be competitive! Even though I learned to treat you properly if you lost! Is it just because of my apples!? Did you fantasize the watermelons in the wenches’ gardens every time you played poker with me?”

“N-no! That’s not true!” Victoria denied Priscilla's accusations.

“Don’t lie to me!” Priscilla screamed. “The alley cat in your home never lies! That’s why I love him so much! I know you’re fantasizing about the Savor! I know you want her to play poker with you on a championship level while you talk about watermelon fertilizers! I know! I had to climb the uneven, slippery tavern walls to look through the second-floor window, so I know!”

“No! No!” Victoria continued pointlessly denying Priscilla’s allegations. Over a decade of combat experience and training was the only thing that still kept the blonde from breaking down despite the growing verbal assault.

“The Savior really is the perfect woman for you!” Priscilla screamed, her own eyes watered. “She has everything I don’t! I would gladly do rope jumping with you if I had a rope! But I don’t! And I know you don’t like apples! But that’s all I have!”

Priscilla momentarily relented her assault and wiped the tears from her eyes. “But it’s alright. It’s fine! It’s not your fault you are this way. Although we were once only sisters of combat, we have are now sisters in this cult. And the cult forgives. I will always forgive you, no matter how selfish you are! No matter how many times you betray me!”

With reddish and wet eyes, Priscilla turned to Beatrice and said, “Well, miss Savior-sama… Watermelons or Apples—which would you prefer as your rope jumping partner?”

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I really enjoyed doing all the edits in the last few chapters. Never saw this story from... such a perspective before. Hope you enjoy this as well :D

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Yuuji Everyleaf

Bio: An aspiring writer with a love for fantasy, swords, cute girls, cool women, action, and adventure.

Tend to blend dark with humor, usually unintentionally.

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