Clara's Misadventures in VR Pt. 04

|| -- Chapter 22 -- ||

"Let's go to the library," Clara said.

After speaking with the nun, she and Abi redressed, then headed out into the streets. They were walking through the town square when Clara made the suggestions, but Abigail shook her head.

"What for? You already have a book on magic, right?" She nodded toward the book Clara carried under one arm.

"I do, but I was wondering if I could find a book on demons. The church gave some useful information, but I feel like there is still more to learn. If I can't figure out how to deal with a demon or two, I might not make it out of this game."

"Why..?" Abigail shook her head, giving her a confused look. "I don't understand why you're so worried about demons suddenly. You're unlikely to meet one, you know?"

Clara slowed to a stop, and she tapped her fingers against her magic book thoughtfully. (Should I tell her?)

(We're telepathically linked.) Abi thought back. (It'll be difficult for you to hide anything, so you might as well tell me.)

(Back when I tried to log out, I met a demon.) Clara thought to her, and Abi's eyes widened in surprise.

(Seriously?!) Abigail glanced both ways, as if to confirm they weren't being overheard. (You ran into a demon?)

"Yeah." Clara nodded, and Abi's expression turned serious.

"You're right. We should go see if there's a book on demons." She turned around and walked in the opposite direction. "Follow me."

She led the way through the crowds, and Clara hurried after her.

--

The 'library' of the village turned out to be a book room of the local governess. Abi requested entrance through the back of a large estate, and she showed her guild card to the guards protecting the mansion. It was a strange process, but Clara assumed it must be necessary to prove her identity.

Unlike her world, it seemed books were much more tightly guarded here.

A butler showed them through the halls of the mansion and into a large book room. It was smaller than any library Clara had seen, but much larger than she would have expected for a private collection. The books filled the shelves from wall to wall.

"It's rare for my lady to get guests to her library," the butler said. "I'll wait here if you have questions. We do limit stays for only one hour. If you wish to look through the collection for any longer, you will need to visit tomorrow."

"That is alright," Abi said. "We shouldn't need more than an hour."

(Have you been here before?) Clara asked through their telepathic link. She glanced between Abi and the butler curiously. Despite Abigail's worn clothes, she seemed at ease in the stuffy room.

(I've done a few quests for the governess of this village.) Abi replied. (I've been in this mansion more than I'd like to admit.)

After replying, Abi began looking through the collection of books, and Clara joined her.

There were books on herbology, potion brewing, swordsmanship, even cook books and photo albums. Anything Clara could imagine was kept in the library, and it only took a short time to find a book on demons.

"This is it," Abi said, and she pulled a tome off the shelf. The spine read 'Demonology and a Contemplation on Demonic Races'.

(Let's pray you won't need any information in here, though.) Abi thought to her. (It's better to avoid demons altogether, but if you're truly in danger of meeting one, perhaps this will help.)

Clara nodded and took the book. She scanned the table of contents and looked for a promising section. At the end of the book was a chapter titled 'Contemplations on Demonic Subjugation', so she flipped to that section.

"""For a mortal to subdue a demon, it is not traditionally possible. There is no way for a mortal to best a demon in magic, physical sport, or intellect. However, in theory, it is possible for a mortal to come out on top by preying on the demon's overconfidence."""

(Okay, now we're talking.) Clara thought to herself. This wasn't anything like the defeatist attitude Abi or the nun shared.

(I'm pretty sure that book said 'in theory'... I doubt we can trust this.) Abigail thought back, but Clara read on, scanning the pages of the book for useful information.

The book described philosophical and theoretical claims about demons. It was unclear what could be trusted and what couldn't, but it outlined a simple process to subdue a demon.

First, challenge the demon to a duel. Demons loved to play games and prove their superiority over mortals. No demon could overlook a challenge from a mortal. The book described it as if a cat were to bring a string toy to a human. The human would be overcome with the desire to play with the cat.

(That's insane!) Abi shouted through their telepathic connection. (Challenging a demon is far too dangerous...)

(Let's keep reading...) Clara thought back.

Second, one needed to make a wager with the demon. All demons enjoy wagers and will take up the bet, no matter how risky it is. The ideal outcome is for both parties to wager their unconditional servitude to the other. This way, if you win, the demon will be forced to obey you.

(Oh, I see... That's smart.) Clara thought to herself. By simply making a wager, one could subdue a demon.

(Are you insane? If you lose the wager, you'd become a slave to the demon.) Abi shook her head vigorously. (This book is insane.)

(Let's read on a bit more.) Clara thought back.

Third, the target of the bet should be a game without chance or skill. All demons possess exceptional luck, skill, stamina, and strength. Ideally, the challenged game should stay away from any uncertainty, and shouldn't require skill, stamina, strength, fortitude, dexterity, nor mental abilities to win.

(It's difficult to find a game that would meet such strict requirements.) Clara thought to herself.

(No, I'm pretty sure there's no game you could win at.) Abi thought back. (Demons are just that strong. They even have luck on their side, so you can't hope to win through chance either.)

Fourthly, if everything went well during the game, one would have subdued a demon. The mortal's first order to the demon should be to not try to trick them. Demons are extremely crafty beings, and even as a slave to a mortal, they are extremely dangerous.

(I see...) Clara thought to herself. (What an interesting book.)

(The only thing I agree with is that demons are extremely dangerous.) Abi thought to her. (I wouldn't trust anything this book says.)

|| -- Chapter 23 -- ||

"Abi! Why didn't you tell me you were visiting?" A woman in a bright blue dress strode into the library. She smiled brightly and spread her arms wide open.

Abigail's expression soured at the sight of her and she hurriedly put the book back on the shelf. "Miss Galeford... I wouldn't dream of interrupting your important duties governing this village."

She took a bow, and Clara followed suit. Whoever this woman was, she seemed important. From her perfectly curled blonde hair to the pearl necklace and form fitting dress, she exuded extravagance, just like the rest of the mansion.

"Oh, you're not interrupting and, please, call me Gretel." The woman approached Abi and grabbed her hand, squeezing it in hers. "By the way, who is this friend of yours? Another adventurer?"

"This is Clara, a member of my party." Abi raised her head and nodded at Clara. "Meet Gretel. She's the... governess of the town?"

"There's no reason to put a question mark after that," Gretel said and turned towards Clara. "I'm the official commissioner of the town's guard, tax collector, and magistrate for Leafglen Village."

"Nice to meet you... Gretel?" Clara shook her hand and nodded. For someone with such important titles and such gaudy clothing, she spoke familiarly with them. Especially since she was older than both of them, it felt odd.

"Why don't we go have some tea," Gretel suggested. "I would love to catch up with you Abi and get to know this new friend of yours better."

"We really should get going," Abi said.

"Nonsense. You've only just arrived," Gretel shook her head, making the blonde drill-like curls on her head bob back and forth. "You'll both follow me to my visiting room. I simply must hear about your newest adventures, Abi."

(If you're just going to overrule me, why ask at all...) Abi grumbled in her thoughts, and Clara smiled to herself.

(It seems she likes you.) Clara thought to her.

(She's a nymphomaniac who's obsessed with getting her cock wet.) Abi thought back. (Dealing with her is exhausting.)

Gretel turned and left, leaving them to follow her. Despite Abi's grumbling, she followed diligently and Clara hurried to catch up. As she walked beside her, she noticed a subtle blush filling Abigail's cheeks.

--

"You know, Abi has completed over fifteen quests for me." Gretel sat across from Abi and Clara, taking a sip of tea.

They were in a tearoom with a table between them. Snacks and cookies were laid out on platters across the table, and a cup of fresh tea sat in front of each of them. The tea had a fragrant herbal aroma, and it stirred Clara's appetite as she drank it.

"Fifteen quests?" Clara asked, and she began nibbling on a cookie.

"I only accepted them because no one else in the guild would." Abi shook her head. She took a sip of her tea with an indignant scoff. "If you actually gave a reward for your quests, more people would take them, you know?"

"Ah, but isn't my company rewarding enough?" Gretel smiled sweetly as she spoke. "We had lots of fun after you brought back those herbs for me."

The red hue in Abigail's cheeks grew darker as the older woman spoke, and Clara couldn't help but smile. Despite the brusque attitude of the rogue, it was clear she didn't dislike Gretel. If she'd come back fifteen times, there must have been something drawing her back.

Clara finished her cookie and began nibbling on another. They had a faint strawberry taste, and she found them strangely addicting. After finishing one snack, she had to try another.

"By the way, Abi, won't you let me buy you some nicer clothes?" Gretel put one hand on her cheek. "You're always wearing that worn out rogue outfit. Wouldn't you like to wear a nice dress once in a while?"

"These clothes are easier to move in, and I don't need your charity." Abi sipped her tea with her eyes closed, not even looking at the older woman. "I appreciate you allowing us to use your library, though. It's come in handy today."

"I'm glad." Gretel's smile widened. "In fact, I got the recipe for these cookies out of the library. I even used some of those herbs you brought back from the last time you accepted my quest."

"Herbs?" Abi's eyes snapped open at the word, and she froze. "It's been three months since I last accepted your gathering quest. There's no way those herbs are still good by now."

"I had them dried so I could use them for a while. I thought it was unfortunate how quickly we had to use them up." Gretel shook her head, and she slipped a cookie into her mouth, eating it with a knowing smile on her lips.

(Crap...) Abigail thought to herself.

(What's up? Is something wrong?) Clara finished her sixth cookie and glanced over at the rogue. The red blush in Abi's cheeks made her face look like a tomato, and Clara couldn't help but smile at the sight. (By the way, these cookies are amazing.)

(The herb I gathered for her is an aphrodisiac.) Abi thought back to her. (If she used them in these cookies, it means they're drugged.)

(Huh?) Clara froze, with the seventh cookie already half chewed in her mouth. She swallowed it slowly and blinked in surprise. (Aphrodisiac, huh?)

She had thought the cookies were strangely addicting, but now that Abi mentioned it, the room felt warmer than usual. Clara's nipples stood stiff beneath her witch's dress, and the inside of her panties felt hot and stuffy.

A stain had been growing at the front of her underwear, and Clara blushed as she realized what was happening. Hurriedly, she squeezed her thighs together, but that only amplified a tingle of anticipation building between her legs.

"Don't worry, the tea doesn't use the herbs." Gretel took another sip of tea, smiling. "I just thought I would keep our party interesting, and I wanted to try out this new recipe. What do you think, Abi?"

"I'm glad I didn't eat any cookies, then." Abigail shook her head, but a deep flush still filled her cheeks.

"Now don't say that." Gretel traced one hand down from her collarbones, rubbing her chest. She gently massaged the spot between her breasts, smiling at Abigail. "Why don't you try one?"

Clara found her own eyes drawn to the sight. Despite the intimate conversation between the two of them, she squirmed in her chair, arousal staining the crotch of her panties. She desperately rubbed her thighs together, breathing heavily.

With each stroke of the older woman's fingers, a strange feeling welled up in Clara's own body. Gretel was rubbing her sternum, tracing her fingers up and down the valley between her breasts, and Clara felt like that own part of her body was oddly sensitive.

Even the air against the middle of her chest made tingles of satisfaction run out of the spot. The arousal in her body flared up two-fold as the hypnotic triggers in her mind amplified her urges. Clara had no recollection of it, but the spot Gretel rubbed on her chest was the exact spot Clara had a subconscious awareness of. It was the erogenous zone induced into her psyche by the magic shop owner.

Just watching Gretel rub the spot was enough to make Clara's eyes fall into a half-lidded lull. Her lips parted as she breathed heavily, and the burning sensation in her cheeks grew into a wildfire. It felt like her face and ears would melt from how intensely she blushed.

"Is something the matter, dear? Your face is so red." Gretel turned to look at her, and the attention further fanned Clara's embarrassed arousal.

"No, I'm fine." She cleared her throat, trying to act normal beneath the older woman's gaze, but it felt difficult. Sitting still was impossible as the tingling urges built in her crotch. All she wanted to do was shove one hand between her legs and rub away the itch inside her panties.

"Are you sure, dear?" Gretel continued to rub the middle of her breasts, smiling at Clara. "I should have warned you about the cookies, I know. My apologies for not telling you ahead of time."

"No, that's alright." Clara shook her head hurriedly.

(I need to calm down.) She thought to herself, and she placed one hand on her chest, taking a deep breath. However, rather than quieting her urges, the breath only fanned the flame of arousal in her belly higher.

She accidentally dropped her fingers into the valley of her cleavage, rubbing the same spot between her breasts as Gretel. The touch sent Clara's mind spinning. Her hypnotic triggers activated and redoubled her already out-of-control libido.

"Mmmmmnnnfh..." Clara moaned, eyes fluttering, and she rubbed the spot harder. The more she stroked the sensitive erogenous zone, the better her pussy felt. Every shift of her fingers made the heat in her body grow out of control, and tingles of pleasure rippled out between her legs. Even without being touched, the mere presence of her underwear clinging to her sex made Clara's mind fall into a downward spiral of pleasure.

"Are you okay? Clara?" Abi snapped in front of her eyes and Clara blinked in surprise.

"Huh? Yes. Oh god." She suddenly realized how she'd moaned in front of the other two, and her burning embarrassment grew even larger. "Please ignore me. I just ate too many cookies."

(Let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?) Abigail continued to look at her with concern, but Clara gave a reassuring smile.

(I'm fine, really. Just pretend like I'm not here.) She took a deep breath and removed her hand from the valley of her chest, and this time, she felt like a fresh wind blew away the fog from her mind. Without the touch between her breasts, it was much easier to ignore her arousal.

"Very well..." Abi turned back towards the older woman, eyes narrowing. "I have a point of discussion for you, Miss Galeford. Perhaps it's good you invited us to this meeting."

"Please, call me Gretel." Gretel gave a polite smile and ate another cookie.

"Gretel..." Abi said the words through a forced smile. "Don't you think the number of visiting nobles is strange? Your village has been experiencing an increase in..."

Their conversation continued in a direction Clara couldn't follow. All she knew was how aroused she was, and it took all her control not to let out another moan. Despite her reassurances to Abi, the fog of lust descended back over her mind, and Clara's eyes fell back into a half-lidded lull.

She breathed heavily, staring off at the far wall. Time turned into a sluggish crawl as she sipped tea and fought back the urges between her legs. Especially her nipples, the way the stiff protrusions rubbed against the underside of her dress made it difficult to think.

Between her legs, her clit was in a similar state, throbbing and needy. No matter how much she rubbed her thighs together, it couldn't quiet down the intense urges building within her.

Clara breathed heavily, unable to focus on anything but the tingle of anticipation growing inside her pussy. For several long minutes, her heart pounded in her ears, and she got lost in the pleasant stuffy warmth inside her panties. However, such a state couldn't last forever.

As she sat there, her nipple and clit bands began to vibrate. They stimulated her most sensitive parts, sending Clara's mind spinning. She drew in a sharp breath, heart skipping at the sudden waves of pleasure washing through her hips and breasts.

The intensity started low, barely noticeable. At first, Clara thought she was going crazy. She felt like she imagined the sensation, or it was a fantasy that she'd mistaken for reality. However, the longer she sat there, the more intense the vibrations grew.

Her pounding heart reverberated in her ears, and she bit her lower lip, barely holding back a moan. As her pleasure continued to climb, she felt an orgasm in the distance, and the reality of the situation dawned on her. If she didn't do something, she was going to come.

She'd have an orgasm right in front of Abi and this highly important magistrate. Clara didn't even want to think about what they would say or do if they found out. Her embarrassment was so high, she felt like she would pass out from the heat burning in her cheeks, but all she could do was sit there as the pleasure continued to grow.

The buzz of the nipple and clit bands grew more intense, and she heard the low rumble beneath the table. Clara's eyes rolled up in her head, and she felt even more embarrassed by the sound, but the waves of pleasure it brought were undeniable.

Her breathing grew faster and ragged. Underneath the table, she crossed her legs into a pretzel and squeezed her thighs together as tight as they would go. With all her effort, she clenched her sex, preparing for the inevitable orgasm.

|| -- Chapter 24 -- ||

Gretel enjoyed being aroused. It was comfortable for her.

The way her cock throbbed in her panties, the drip of precum tingling out of her tip, the way her nipples stood stiff inside her tube dress--she loved every moment of it. That's why she drugged the cookies with an aphrodisiac, so she could have a pleasant afternoon tea with the feeling of hot arousal throbbing between her legs.

If anything more came of it, like having sex with her favorite adventurer (Abi), then that would just be a bonus. However, it came with its risks.

Her thoughts grew distant as the thick fog of arousal descended over her mind. She breathed heavily, cheeks flushed, struggling to think of what to say. The pleasant throb of her cock grew into an undeniable hunger, gnawing at the back of her mind--begging her to pull out the thick member and stroke it.

"You know, it's getting warm in here, isn't it?" Gretel asked. "Abi dear, why don't you take off that coat?"

"You haven't been listening, have you?" Abigail raised an eyebrow at her, taking a sip of tea. "It's no matter. I'll leave my observations with your butler. She can give them to you when your head is clearer."

"My head's perfectly clear, dear." Gretel smiled and she rubbed her chest again, massaging the soft cleavage bulging out of her dress. "I just think it's warm, and the tea's still hot. Do you really need that coat on?"

The leather coat Abi wore was new for her. Gretel didn't recognize it, and she furrowed her brow at the thing. It hid Abi's sexy shoulders, which was inexcusable. She wanted to see more of her body, not less, and the jacket was in the way of that.

"My coat, hm?" Abigail raised an eyebrow, and her lips twisted into an amused smile. "Very well, Gretel."

She put emphasis on Gretel's name and pulled the jacket off her shoulders. With an exaggerated show, she set the leather jacket down on the ground beneath the table.

Gretel didn't know why she had emphasized her name, or why she was smiling so sweetly. It seemed like her cold, brusque attitude had completely melted away. Gretel didn't want to complain, but she thought it was odd.

(Perhaps she ate a cookie while I wasn't looking.) She thought to herself. (That's gotta be it.)

However, she couldn't be more wrong. Abigail was in full control of her faculties, unlike the other two members of the table, and she didn't appreciate Gretel's attempt to drug her. It was one thing when she was completing a quest for her, but to drag Clara into her schemes was inexcusable.

Abigail nudged the coat with her foot. It was a slow movement and done not to arouse Gretel's suspicion. With gentle nudges, she pushed and prodded at the coat until a small lump squirmed inside the leather pockets.

A tentacle emerged from the jacket, confused by the sudden prodding. Abi felt it against her foot, but she continued to push and nudge it, guiding the tentacle to the other side of the table. As she continued to chat with Gretel, she shoed the tentacle towards the other woman's feet.

"Say, Abi dear, isn't it still hot in here?" Gretel squeezed her legs together. Only a single layer remained between her and Abi's sexy shoulders, and the throbbing cock in her panties was even harder than before. "Why don't you take your shirt off?"

"My shirt? I don't know..." Abigail smiled sweetly and teased at the collar of her crop top, pulling it down to reveal more of her chest.

Gretel leaned forward, drawn in by the display. She could barely think through the aphrodisiacs clouding her mind, let alone figure out Abi's plot. Further and further, she leaned over the table, breathing heavily.

"Yeah, I think you'd be a lot more comfortable without it..." Gretel bit her lower lip, staring at Abi intently.

"I think you're right..." Abigail returned her smoldering gaze and leaned across the table, bringing her face closer. "But I just don't know..."

"Ah..." Gretel let out an inadvertent moan as Abigail hesitated. It felt like she was teasing her on purpose, playing with her collar and giving flashes of her shoulders and cleavage.

Gretel spread her legs beneath the table, causing her short skirt to hike up around her thighs. The large bulge in her panties would be obvious to anyone who looked beneath the table, but they were the only three people in the room, and she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing--or so she thought.

The tentacle jumped up, and it wiggled into the wide 'v' shape Gretel had spread her legs in. With no warning, the slimy appendage slipped into her panties and thrust into her aroused pussy. It was so immediate and sudden, Gretel's mind barely registered it.

(What the...) She thought to herself, then she stiffened in her seat. (Oh god!)

The tentacle wiggled in and out of her sex, thrusting in long undulations inside her. Every squirming twitch sent tingles of pleasure out through her hips and left her mind spinning. She'd been so focused on her cock, the sudden attention to her pussy caught her completely unawares.

"Is something wrong?" Abigail leaned back in her seat, taking a sip of tea. "On second thought, I think I'll keep my shirt on. Sorry to disappoint."

"There's nothing to apologize for." Gretel let out a shuddering breath, eyes fluttering. She tried to keep the conversation going even as the strange situation developed beneath the table.

(Why is there a tentacle in here?) She thought to herself in disbelief, but the aphrodisiac secretions coating its body amplified the arousal from her cookies.

Her cock twitched and strained against her underwear, forming a large stain of precum against the inside of her panties. Her breath caught with each thrust of the tentacle inside her sex, and the waves of pleasure made the throbbing urges in her cock grow to new heights.

"God, I want to come." Gretel said to herself, then she realized she'd spoken her thoughts out loud.

She was a magistrate. Even if she presided over a backwater village, she needed to present herself respectably. Speaking such vulgar desires out loud made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Despite her three decades of age, she felt a small flutter of nervousness in her belly at what she'd just said.

"I mean- Uhm... I would love to come along with you on your adventurers sometime," she said, correcting herself.

"I would love to bring you." Abigail traced one finger around the rim of her teacup and gave a knowing smile back at her. "I think a nymphomaniac like yourself would get along well with the monsters we face. Especially the tentacles. They have a powerful aphrodisiac secretion, just like those herbs you enjoy."

"Oh really? A tentacle?" Gretel's voice rose several octaves at the word. (This tentacle must be her doing!)

However, she couldn't do anything about it. If she complained now, it felt like she'd be losing to Abi. Despite her upbringing, Abi was as crafty as any noble, and Gretel couldn't help but want to win this battle of wits. Abi had snuck in a tentacle to their tea party, but she had also laced their cookies with an aphrodisiac--this was just how the game was played.

(She's crafty, but I won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me break.) Gretel put on a cordial smile, staring back at her.

"Abi dear, won't you try one of my cookies?" Her mind spun from the tentacle thrusting into her sex, but she did her best to keep her voice calm. "I baked them just for you."

"Very well." Abigail nodded, finally relenting after the third time Gretel asked her to try the cookies. "Since it's you who asked, I'll try one."

She took a cookie and ate it, returning Gretel's calm gaze. With it, the game had truly begun. It was a question of who would break first. Would Gretel moan from the tentacle, or would Abi give in to the temptations of the aphrodisiac in the cookie?

Of course, there was no actual competition. The game existed only in Gretel's aphrodisiac-addled mind. Abigail was just entertaining her, and even if she saw it as a competition, Gretel was the one at a disadvantage.

She had eaten more than one cookie, and had a tentacle stuffed into her pussy. The combined aphrodisiacs out weighed anything else, and her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull.

As she stared at Abi, trying her best to contain her moans, the slimy appendage thrust into her sex without restraint, driving wave after wave of pleasure through her hips and tingling up into her brain. After only a few minutes, her cock was a precum-dripping mess. It slipped out of her panties and stood on end beneath the table.

(Oh god, I need to come.) The last of Gretel's willpower crumbled away as her member broke free of her panties. She began stroking it beneath the table. Unable to think of anything else, she masturbated as the tentacle wiggled inside her sex.

"You know, it's been a while since I've seen you squirm like this." Abigail smiled at her from across the table, tracing her finger around the rim of her teacup. "I think I enjoy this view."

The words echoed in Gretel's brain, and she let out an undignified moan. Her strength left her, and she hunched over the table, stroking her cock beneath it. The shame and indignity of her position only seemed to amplify the pleasure, and Abi's knowing smile sent a shiver down her spine.

(It's too much. I'm coming!) Gretel let out a louder moan, and her back arched.

She spurt her dirty seed down onto the ground, between Abi's feet. With eyes fluttering, a shaky smile plastering her lips, she basked in the twitching pleasure rippling through her cock and enjoyed the thick presence of the tentacle inside her clenched pussy.

Wave after wave of pleasure crested through her hips, and she spurt her seed down onto the ground, one load after another. Even though she was the one to drug the cookies, it was she who lost control at the tea party.

|| -- Chapter 25 -- ||

Clara deserved a reward. At least, she thought she did.

Despite the buzzing rings wrapped around her clit and nipples, she had resisted the urge to come. For minutes, she sat at the table, holding back her urges and teetering at the precipice of orgasm. She resisted through sheer force of will, but it grew harder with each passing moment.

The pleasant tingles rippling out of her clit grew more intense, and the fog over her brain turned into thick molasses, slowing down her thoughts. For an eternity, she stared into the distance, cheeks flushed and barely containing her moans.

If she started moaning, she'd never live it down. This was a simple tea party. Sure, the cookies had an aphrodisiac in them, but it was her fault for eating so many of them, and now she could barely restrain the urges coursing between her legs. It took all of her concentration to not shove two hands down between her legs and rub that sweet spot at the apex of her slit.

However, just when she thought she deserved praise for holding back, the Magistrate let out a loud moan.

"Aghnmmmhh!" The older woman's eyes fluttered and her mouth formed an 'o' shape as an orgasm rippled through her. She sat hunched over, with one arm rising and falling as she stroked her cock beneath the table.

(Why am I trying to hold back?) Clara thought to herself. The sight of Gretel giving into her urges pushed her over the edge, and she shook her head.

"Oh god, I don't care anymore." Clara reached up and pulled her dress down, exposing her tits to the other two. With one hand, she rubbed her vibrating nipples while her other hand dove into her crotch. She stroked herself through her panties, amplifying the buzzing sensation around her clit.

(Clara? What are you-?) Abigail's confused thoughts reached through their telepathic link, but it was too late. Clara pushed herself over the edge, toppling into a massive orgasm and bringing Abigail with her.

"I'M COMING!" She shouted out and her hips bucked in her seat, spasming against her own fingers. Her eyes fluttered and lips parted as the waves of pleasure rocked through her body. For several long seconds, the twitches rippled through her pussy and her lower half melted in soft tingles of satisfaction.

"You... Mnghhh..." Abigail groaned next to her, and her eyes rolled up in her head.

She stuffed one hand between her legs as the shared orgasm caused a spurt of seed to erupt from her cock. Inside her panties, she let out load after load and creamed her underwear. Even as she tried to hold it back, a dark stain formed on the front of her shorts.

"It seems I'm not the only one to lose control..." Gretel smiled at the two of them, and she pulled the tentacle out from between her legs, tossing it onto the couch a few meters away.

"I, uhm..." Abi struggled for words, and she took heavy breaths, still coming down from the orgasm.

"Sorry..." Clara glanced over at her friend, noticing the large stain in her shorts. "I should have warned you sooner."

She panted for breath, just as winded as Abi, if not more. With her dress pulled down, her breasts were still exposed, and Clara blushed as she realized what she'd done. Not only had she masturbated at the tea party, but she'd flashed an important woman like Gretel.

Clara grabbed the top of her dress, pulling it up to hide her breasts, but it was futile. The witch's dress barely covered her nipples at the best of times, and no matter how she tugged at the thin material, it left her breasts exposed.

"Dear, there's nothing for you to apologize about." Gretel appeared behind Clara, placing two hands on her shoulders.

Clara glanced up in surprise. She had thought the magistrate was on the other side of the table, and she hadn't noticed her approach. However, Gretel gave her a kindly smile, rubbing her shoulders.

"Oh, thank you." Clara smiled shyly, and she let the front of her dress fall back into her lap. It felt embarrassing to have her breasts exposed like this, but Gretel's massage pushed those feelings to the back of her mind. The older woman's shoulder rub felt surprisingly good, and the aphrodisiacs left a tingle of arousal between her legs.

"Don't be tricked, Clara." Abigail narrowed her eyes at Gretel. "All she thinks about is sex. She just wants to get inside your pants."

(Oh...) Clara's eyes widened, and she glanced up at the older woman.

"How rude... Besides, perhaps Clara wants to have sex with me? Did you think about that?" Gretel leaned down, whispering in Clara's ear as she continued to massage her shoulders. "What do you think? Want to go a round?"

"Uhm..." Clara blushed, glancing between the magistrate and Abigail.

(I won't stop you...) Abigail thought to her. (But this is the reason she laced our cookies with aphrodisiacs. You'd be playing right into her hand.)

(Uhm... But...) Clara hesitated, continuing to glance between the two women.

"Say, Clara dear." Gretel whispered the words in her ear. "How about you invite Abi to join us? We could both fuck you at the same time."

"At the same time?" Clara's eyes went wide as saucers.

"What ideas are you planting in her mind?" Abi shook her head. "C'mon, Clara. I think it's time we turned in our quest at the guild."

"Wait..." Clara shook her head. "Do you want to? Abi?"

Abigail stood up, but she paused, looking back at Clara. "Want to what?"

"At the same time?" Clara's blushing cheeks grew a deeper shade of red. "You both could... at the same time... you know?"

She didn't even know how to explain it. She'd seen plenty of porn featuring 'double penetration', but at the thought of using the word, or to have it done to her, it felt too embarrassing to say out loud. However, it had a fascinating appeal she couldn't let go of.

With a furtive glance up, she met Abi's eyes. (Please?)

"Clara..." Abi swallowed slowly, and her own cheeks turned red. "Perhaps I shouldn't have eaten that cookie."

"Nonsense, this is gonna be fun, Abi dear." Gretel reached down, scooping up Clara's breasts and groping them. "She wants us both to make her feel good, don't you, Clara?"

"Ah- Mnghhh..." Clara moaned as the older woman's skillful fingers played at her breasts and nipples. However, she nodded. "Yes. Abi and you... At the same time."

Her heart pounded in her ears. The arousal felt like it would overwhelm her, and the teasing flick of Gretel's fingers over her nipples didn't help. Despite orgasming only minutes before, she once more grew desperate for another.

"Here... I'll get started, and Abi can join when she's ready." Gretel hiked up her dress, revealing a thick cock twice the size of Abi's. The sight of it made a flutter run through Clara's belly, and she nodded without thinking.

"You can join us when you're ready, Abi..." Clara took the member in her hand, blushing at the girth of the thing.

Abigail watched as Clara stood up and dropped her panties to the floor. With practiced motions, she hiked her dress around her waist and exposed the dripping sex between her legs. The sight of it made Abi's own blush redden to a dark hue.

(I really shouldn't have eaten that cookie.) She thought to herself.

(I'm glad you did.) Clara turned back to face Abi and smiled.

She let Gretel pick her up. The older woman had unexpected strength, and she hoisted her hips up over her cock, grasping Clara by her thighs. Slowly, she let her down over her cock, sinking into Clara's ass.

"Oh..." Clara moaned as the thick member filled her ass. It felt even better than the dildo she had used back there, and the fullness of the throbbing cock sent her mind spinning. "That feels good..."

"Right? Abi also couldn't resist my cock." Gretel swung her hips back and forth, thrusting into Clara from behind. "However, it seems my favorite adventurer has developed new tastes recently."

"This isn't fair..." Abigail shook her head, and she gave a hard swallow. (How am I supposed to hold back?)

(You don't need to.) Clara smiled at her, and she spread her labia, showing Abi the soft folds of sex. "Come on, Abi. I want to feel you both... At the same time."

"Dammit..." Abigail cursed, but she unbuttoned her shorts, letting them drop to the ground. Despite her own orgasm, her cock was already hard. "Fine. If it's for you Clara, I'll entertain this dumb fetishist's whims..."

"That's no way to speak of your elders." Gretel smiled, and swung her hips faster into Clara's ass, giving long strokes in and out of her. "Besides, you know you love me."

"Ah... Please, don't keep me waiting..." Clara said. Her eyes fluttered as the thick cock pumped through her rear opening. It only amplified her arousal and sent tingles of anticipation through her pussy.

Abigail took one look between Clara's dripping sex and her half-lidded gaze before she finally gave in. Stepping up in front of Clara, she put her tip against her opening and slowly slid inside her. Inch by inch, she pushed deeper until her hips hilted against Clara's.

"Oh god..." Clara whispered under her breath. "I'm so full."

The two cocks filled her from both sides, and she felt Gretel's bumping against Abi's as she continued to fuck her. In and out, the thick cock in her rear sent tingles of pleasure through her anal opening and left Clara's mind spinning. Her breathing grew heavy the longer it continued, and she saw Abi entering into a similar state of arousal.

The blonde rogue's eyes fell into a half-lidded lull, and she stood still with her cock buried inside Clara. Even as Gretel fucked her, Abi's own hips couldn't seem to move. She held her cock inside Clara's pussy as her breathing grew heavier.

(God dammit.) Abigail thought to herself. (I can feel that bitch's cock against mine. Why does it feel so good?)

Abi's face twisted in pleasure as she basked in the feeling. Every pump of Gretel's massive cock reverberated through Clara's vaginal walls and echoed around her cock. With the massive member stretching Clara's ass to the max, it felt like Gretel's strokes also rubbed against her member.

"Abi..." Clara moaned, and she took a gasping breath. "Please, don't tease me. I want to feel you both... At the same time."

"Ah- fuck." Abi cursed, and she began moving her hips. She pushed through the pleasure echoing through her cock and stroked against Gretel's, pounding Clara's hips with her own. She stroked just as fast and took long strokes in and out of Clara's pussy.

"Yes... Fuck yes!" Clara screamed out, back arching. As the two cocks pistoned inside her, it felt like her hips melted away, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Tingles of pleasure raced out of her ass and pussy at the same time, and her heart pounded in her ears.

She lost track of time after that. The minutes felt like seconds as she basked in the two cocks penetrating her. For what felt like hours, the two women sandwiched her from both sides, fucking her in a tight embrace. Abigail, especially, seemed to want to embrace her the most.

"Fuck that bitch... Fuck that bitch..." She whispered the words under her breath, and she leaned in to Clara, kissing her on the lips. (I hate Gretel, but this feels so good!)

Clara felt a strange sense of euphoria and annoyance coming through Abigail's telepathic link, but then the orgasm crashed through them. She and Abi came at the same time, and she felt the blonde rogue's cock twitch inside her pussy, pumping her thick seed deep inside her.

Gretel came soon after, hips slamming against Clara's one last time. She pumped even more seed, and it overflowed around her cock, dripping down onto the floor and forming a puddle between their feet.

Clara's mind barely registered any of it, however. She got lost in the waves of pleasure twitching through her pussy, and she breathed heavily. Even without being touched, her clit throbbed pleasantly, and she wanted to laugh from how good it all felt.

|| -- Chapter 26 -- ||

An hour later, Clara and Abi stepped out of the mansion on shaky legs. Their hair was disheveled and clothes wrinkled from the endless sexual acts they took part in.

After Clara took both women at the same time, they had switched positions and went into a feverish threesome that seemed to go on and on. The aphrodisiacs from the cookies combined with the secretions of the tentacle to drive them all into a lust-crazed orgy. However, that was all done now.

"My apologies for my mistress's action." The butler of the mansion gave a bow at the door, lowering her head. "If I'd known she had spiked the cookies, I wouldn't have served them."

"It's fine." Abigail turned around and gave a sheepish smile. "That's just how Gretel is. I expected these antics from her."

"I didn't mind either." Clara blushed, rubbing her thighs together. She had changed her panties, but a damp stain had formed on her crotch as the aphrodisiacs in the cookies continued to fan her arousal.

"My sincerest apologies..." The butler shook her head and continued to bow, ignoring their words.

"Well, we need to get going." Abi said, and she scratched her face awkwardly. "Thanks again for letting us use the library, but we need to turn in our quest to the guild."

"That's right..." Clara nodded. "Thank you!"

They said their goodbyes, then headed out of the mansion's rear entrance, heading back into the busy village streets. Despite the situation, neither of them harbored ill will towards the magistrate. In fact, Clara couldn't help but look back at the mansion, wondering when she might return.

--

"Oh, shit." A voice cursed.

"What is it?" A second voice asked.

"I knocked the headset loose." The first voice replied.

Clara felt unfamiliar fingers fumbling around her head. She opened her eyes to find herself in a strange place. The ceiling was tall, like a gymnasium, and the walls were so far away, she might as well have been in an empty field. It felt like she was lying in a large open warehouse, except the 'room' was much bigger than any warehouse she knew of.

"Where am I?" Clara asked, and she furrowed her brow. She remembered walking through the street with Abi, but then she'd suddenly woken up here.

"Get the headset back on, quick." The second voice said in a hushed whisper. "We can't let anyone know about this mistake."

"It's fine. This is a new girl. Her memories will be wiped soon enough." The first voice, who Clara recognized as the Succubus she had seen in her apartment, was leaning over her. The demon was fiddling with the headset on her head, pressing some buttons on the back of it.

"It's you..." Clara said, blinking in surprise. "Hey, where am I?"

She asked the question again and sat up, pushing away the succubus's hands. With a glance, she looked around herself, and a chill ran down her spine. More than a warehouse, the space she was in felt like another world--a place that couldn't be found on earth.

There was a low ceiling about fifty meters above her, but the ceiling stretched out in all directions, as far as the eye could see. It was made of metal pipes, wiring and other mechanical features. However, the horror came from what lay beneath the ceiling.

Thousands of pods were lined up in rows around Clara. People lay inside them, with their eyes closed as if they were sleeping. Just like her, they were all wearing black leotards and had a headset over their eyes. With the one look, Clara knew she was in trouble.

Her own pod was open, with a glass-like casing pushed off to the side. If she had to guess, the demons had been placing her into the pod when her headset had been knocked loose, waking her from the virtual reality.

"Shh... It's going to be okay." The succubus smiled down at her and pushed on Clara's shoulders, forcing her to lie down again. "I guess you get a second treat today."

"What are you saying? Who are you- Oh..." Clara's eyes widened as the succubus's fingers traced down her chest.

She rubbed between her breasts, then at her belly, just below her belly button. They were the two places hypnotically induced to become her strongest erogenous zones. The second the Succubus touched them, her nipples stiffened and her clit throbbed with need.

Arousal flushed her cheeks, and she clenched her thighs together, letting out a moan.

"There you go... It's gonna be alright. Doesn't this feel good?" The succubus asked, smiling down at her. "If you do what we say, it'll feel even better."

"Yes..." Clara moaned the word, and the tension drained away from her body. She slumped back in the pod, laying on the soft cushions inside it. The pod felt surprisingly comfortable, as if she were floating in a body of water.

The black leotard replicated the touch of the succubus. Even after she removed her fingers, the insistent touch between her breasts and below her navel continued to echo across her skin. The arousal building within her climbed ever higher as the massage on her erogenous zones continued.

"Good pet..." the succubus cooed down to her, and Clara felt herself falling into the piercing yellow eyes of the demon.

There was something strangely arousing about being called a 'pet'. She didn't remember it, but it was her hypnotic trigger word, amplifying her arousal even further. Despite receiving the suggestions in the game, they affected her body just the same.

Soon enough, Clara was squirming inside the pod, rubbing her thighs together. It took all her focus just to avoid coming. The hot arousal burning in her tummy was so strong, and the tingles of pleasure racing out of her erogenous zones were so intense, her mind spun from how good she felt.

"Quit messing around. We need to get that headset back on her." The second voice said, and Clara finally looked over at the speaker.

(Selene?) She thought to herself in surprise.

The second succubus looked just like the receptionist in the guild. Clara had seen Selene naked when she accepted her offer for sex, and this succubus had the same proportions. From her face to the curves of her body, she looked just like the guild receptionist.

"Tch. She recognized me." Selene clicked her tongue. "Hurry and put her to sleep. This is your bag, isn't it?"

"I am. Quit complaining. Hide behind a pod if you're so worried about getting seen." The first succubus, who had short white hair, reached down between Clara's legs. "C'mon, let's get you back into the game, shall we?"

Clara looked between Selene and the first succubus. As her fingers traced over her mons, a moan escaped her lips. Despite the absurdity of the situation and the strangeness, she was still just as aroused as ever.

The skillful fingers rubbing at mons echoed twofold as the other touches amplified Clara's arousal. The new touch combined with the massage between her breasts and below her navel, sending tingles of pleasure out through her pussy.

"Oh... Fuck." She cursed under her breath. As the pleasure climbed higher, her mind swam from the intensity. She'd never been so aroused in her life, and the sweet touch at her sex made her hips melt from the pleasant tingles.

The rubber leotard amplified her pleasure even higher. The touch across the glossy surface was muffled, yet so much more intense than it would have been against only her skin. Clara's breath caught as the Succubus reached her clit, and she bit her lower lip.

(At this rate, I'm gonna go back into the virtual world.) She thought to herself. It didn't sound so bad, especially with how hot it had been with Abi and the magistrate fucking her. However, Clara had to shake her head.

Whatever these demons had planned for her, it couldn't be good. She didn't want to spend her entire life stuck in a pod like all the other people in this strange warehouse-like world. No matter what, she had to escape.

"Uhm... A duel." Clara let out a shuddering breath, struggling to think through the pleasure tingling through her sex. "I challenge you to a duel."

"What are you saying?" The white-haired succubus just shook her head. "I can't let my mistake be found out. Just be quiet and enjoy yourself, okay?"

"Ah... but..." Clara's willpower drained away as the fingers continued to rub at her rubber-clad crotch. Before she knew it, she was climbing towards orgasm, teetering at the edge of ecstasy. "Wait..."

"Sorry, but there's no time." The succubus shook her head, and she sped up her fingers, pushing Clara over the edge.

"I'm coming!" Clara let out a moan, and her words came out in something between a whisper and a shout.

Twitching pleasure rippled through her lower half, and she clenched her legs together, squeezing the succubus's hand between her thighs. She grasped the edges of the pod walls, knuckles going white as the waves of pleasure washed through her body.

Time itself seemed to slow down as the orgasm crashed through her, and the succubus continued to rub at the rubber crotch of her leotard, sending her mind over higher and higher waves of pleasure. Each time she crested one, the next orgasmic surge of pleasure felt even better.

"That's enough. She should be ready to go back in." Selene pushed away the white-haired succubus's hand, and she reached inside the pod. With a click, she flicked something on the headset, and a tunnel of white appeared in front of Clara's eyes.

"Wait..." she whispered under her breath, and she shook her head. She didn't want to go back in yet.

"Now look, the headset is only half activated." The white-haired succubus shook her head. "You're far too inexperienced to correct me, Selendrielle."

"Shut up. She just needs a little push. This one's weak willed. It'll be easy to push her mind back into the game." Selene reached down, and her fingers took the place of the white-haired ones. With slow, insistent strokes, she continued to rub at Clara's rubber-bound crotch.

(I don't get it, but I have a little more time...) Clara thought to herself.

She glanced to the side, looking for anything that might give her a clue on how to escape. However, all she saw were the other pods. This strange warehouse-like space only had the endless rows of people stuck in the virtual reality. However, as she squinted through the tunnel of light from the headset, she noticed something.

The pod next to her had Abigail in it. She recognized the blonde hair of the rouge and her cute nose.

(Or wait... That's not Abi. That's my roommate.) She thought to herself. It was the roommate she had in her freshman year of college, who she hadn't seen in years. That was definitely her. (But why does she look so much like Abi?)

As Clara's mind spun in confusion, she felt the arousal once more take over her mind. A dull fog filled her head, and the tunnel of light grew brighter. Slowly, the vision from the headset replaced the world around her.

--

"I'M COMING!" Clara shouted out, hips bucking.

A massive orgasm rippled through her, and a large stain grew on the front of her panties. As the twitching contractions raced between her legs, her eyes fluttered and she moaned loudly. Despite just orgasming at the hands of the white-haired succubus, the second orgasm felt just as strong, and her mind spun from the intensity of the pleasurable waves.

"Clara..." Abi's eyes widened. "What's going on- Oh god."

She doubled over, stuffing two hands between her legs. A similar stain formed on the front of her crotch as Abigail creamed her panties. With the telepathic link between them, she was also dragged into the orgasm, and her cock pumped seed out into her shorts.

Despite standing in the middle of the busy road, they both found themselves on shaky legs, trembling through the waves of an orgasm.

|| -- Chapter 27 -- ||

"What do you think you're doing?" A woman in full plate armor stepped in front of Abi and Clara. "Orgasming in public is a clear violation of the law."

Her armor glinted in the afternoon sun, and she held one hand on the pommel of the sword. At the armored woman's words, all eyes in the busy street turned towards Clara and Abi, and hushed whispers erupted. Between the intimidating swordswoman and the countless witnesses, it was clear they'd been caught in the act.

"This isn't what it looks like..." Abi said, but her words were futile. With two hands stuffed between her legs, and a large stain spreading over her crotch, it was clear what happened.

"My apologies..." Clara said, and her legs wobbled. She was in even worse shape than Abigail, with her thighs clenched together, and drops of arousal running down her legs.

"You two will come with me." The armored woman blew a whistle, and more guards appeared. They clapped their hands down on Clara and Abi's shoulders, removing any hope of escape.

With the additional guards, they were whisked off to a jail cell.

--

"My name is Freya, I'll be overseeing your punishment today." The guard woman said, and she stripped off her metal armor, setting it down into the corner of the cell room.

Clara and Abi stood bent over with wooden stocks around their necks and wrist. The wooden restraints forced them to bend over, pushing their butts outward. Their clothes were already stripped from them, and it left them in a vulnerable position.

"Sorry Abi," Clara said. "Because of me, you're also getting punished."

"I find it strange how you suddenly reached orgasm while we were walking..." Abi replied, but she shook her head. "All things considered, though, this could be worse. We're lucky it was the village guard to find us."

(Lucky?) Clara thought to herself, and her thoughts were transmitted through their telepathic rings.

(If the church found us twice in one day, we'd be in for much harsher punishment. Luckily, it seems like we're just gonna get spanked again.) Abi flashed Clara a smile. (It's kinda kinky, if you think about it.)

Clara blushed and glanced back at the one that was going to spank them.

The guard woman had long brown hair tied in a bun. Freya, as she called herself, wore a thin black undershirt and tights. Without the armor in the way, it was clear she had a rather sizable chest, much like Clara's own. However, with her taller height, Clara couldn't help but think they fitted the guard woman better. With a blush, she stared at the massive breasts bulging beneath her tight shirt.

"You're a witch, right?" The guard woman glanced at Clara. "I remember letting you into the village yesterday and passing on your toll, but to think you'd end up here. I didn't take you for a miscreant."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to orgasm in such a public place..." Clara lowered her eyes as an embarrassed blush reached her cheeks. It wasn't her fault she had orgasmed, but her ears burned in humiliation.

(This is all Selene's fault.) Clara thought to herself. If she hadn't interrupted the other succubus, she might have entered the virtual world more gracefully. The white-haired succubus had been much more competent. The first time she'd escaped the virtual world, the white-haired succubus had sent her back into it without causing her to come inside the game.

It felt strange to be thinking so fondly of a demon, but the white-haired succubus at least seemed kinder than Selene. The guild receptionist, who seemed to be a succubus in the real world, had a terrible attitude. Clara thought back to the other version of Selene, and a chill ran down her spine.

(What does Selene have to do with any of this?) Abi gave her a questioning look, but Clara shook her head.

(I'll explain later.) She thought to herself, sending the words through their telepathic link.

"Now, time for your punishment..." The guard woman stepped up in front of them, and she slid on a pair of leather gloves. It was an intimidating sight to look up at, but right before Freya could get started, the door to the prison cells opened.

"Excuse me, vice captain." Another woman stepped into the room, and she held out an envelope.

"What do we have here?" Freya took the message and opened it up, glancing down at the contents. Her eyes scanned the words for a few seconds before widening in surprise. "You two were already charged with public indecency today?"

(Oh crap.) Abi thought, and Clara blinked in surprise.

"Yes..." Clara nodded as best she could inside the wooden stocks. "Were we supposed to tell you?"

"For a newcomer like you, I can understand not knowing the rules, but Abigail..." The guard woman turned a cold gaze at the blonde rogue. "You should know better than to hide this from me."

"I was hoping you wouldn't find out." She gave a sheepish smile back. "Sorry?"

"I'll have to be extra stern with your punishment." A dark smile spread over Freya's features. "I always thought you were a deviant, but to receive public indecency twice in one day... and I'll be adding an obstruction of justice charge on top of that now. You must be a masochist."

"I really didn't mean to orgasm in the middle of the street!" Abi's voice raised a few octaves, and Clara heard the nervousness reach into her voice. "The first one wasn't even that bad. We weren't in the village when we were caught."

"Don't worry, Abigail. Your punishment today won't hurt. In fact, it will be quite pleasurable." Freya stepped closer, and she ran a gloved finger down Abi's back, tracing down to her butt. "You're gonna hate how much you enjoy this."

A shiver ran through Abi, and her back arched against the touch. Clara watched her with blushing cheeks. However, she wondered how Freya could punish them both. It seemed she was only focused on Abi.

"Vice captain, shall I assist your punishment today?" The other guard woman chimed in. The one who had delivered the message still stood at the entrance to the cells.

"Yes, you can punish the witch." Freya nodded, and she gave Abi a spank on the butt, causing her to let out a moaning yelp. "I'll be punishing Abigail personally."

"You're with me, then." The other guard woman didn't bother taking off her armor. She was only wearing a light leather chest piece, cloak, and skirt. Unlike Freya, she had pink hair and amber-colored eyes.

"I'll be in your care..." Clara glanced up at her and nodded. "This is my first time getting punished by the town guard. I hope it's not too rough..."

"Don't worry." The pink-haired guard smiled. "Since you're getting the second-level punishment, there won't be any spanking. However, you might find it more difficult to bear than the first-level punishments."

"Really? Oh... Ahmngh!" Clara let out a moan as the pink-haired guard slipped her fingers between her legs. The other woman stepped up behind her and gently stroked around her slit, rubbing two fingers on either side of her mons.

"I'll try to get your punishment over with quick, so bear with me." The pink-haired guard had a surprisingly sympathetic tone, and Clara nodded.

She relaxed into the touch, letting her weight push down against the other woman's fingers. Unlike Freya, she wasn't wearing gloves, and Clara felt her bare fingers slip into her folds and push up against her clit. With one hand, she rubbed the sensitive button, and her other hand began stroking in and out of her pussy.

"Mmmmn..." Clara's breathing grew heavier as the fingers played with her sex. The pink-haired guard was good with her hands, and her dexterous fingers sent tingles of pleasure through her pussy. Each swish of her clit and stroke through her sex felt better than the last.

Perhaps it was a remnant of the aphrodisiac-laced cookies, or perhaps the other woman was just that good, but Clara rose towards a quick climax. After only a few minutes, she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, clenching around the woman's hands.

"Please, keep your legs spread." The guard woman pushed Clara's thighs back open. "It'll make it more difficult for me to give you your punishment, and this will only take longer."

"Sorry..." Clara apologized, and she consciously forced her legs to spread wide, allowing the pink-haired woman's fingers better access to her sex. However, she blushed at the lewd display. It felt even more embarrassing than orgasming in public.

"You're doing great." The pink-haired woman smiled and resumed stroking through Clara's sex and rubbing at her clit. The praise made Clara's pounding heart calm a little, and she smiled as well, relaxing into the pleasure.

"Ah... Oh... That feels so good." She let her eyes half-close and melted into the pink-haired woman's fingers. "I'm already... I'm going to..."

She felt the orgasm approaching fast. Every shift over her clit and pump of the fingers through her opening sent her mind spinning. Just the sensation of the guards woman stroking through her labia made tingles of pleasure melt through her hips. However, just when she felt herself reaching the precipice of ecstasy, the pleasure vanished.

"Huh? Ah..." Clara let out a desperate mewl, rocking her hips back and forth. However, no matter what she did, she couldn't orgasm. All the pleasure from the stimulation disappeared and left a burning frustration smoldering in her belly.

"That's one." The pink-haired woman let out a breath, and she shifted on her knees, getting more comfortable. "Your punishment is edging. I suppose I should have told you from the beginning, huh?"

"Ah..." Clara let out a shaky sigh, but she nodded. "I see."

It was only fair. If she wasn't getting spanked, there had to be a downside to the pleasure. There was no way she'd get a free fingering session as a punishment, but it didn't make her feel any better. The smoldering arousal in her belly left her frustrated.

"Now, we're going for two." The pink-haired woman said.

In the stocks restraining Clara's head and hands, a magic crystal lay inside the wood. When she had approached orgasm, it turned on and blocked her pleasure, but it turned off after a minute, allowing her to once more feel the pleasure of the other woman's fingers.

"Oh..." Clara moaned, and her back arched. The fingers at her clit and inside her pussy felt even better than before. The edging only heightened her senses and left her desperate for more. As the guard woman continued to finger her, Clara felt herself rising quickly towards orgasm once more.

"You're doing great. Just breathe." The guard woman smiled and rubbed a little harder at Clara's clit. "We'll be done in no time."

"Okay..." Clara nodded, and she let out a shaky breath. "I'm getting close again..."

She felt herself approach the precipice for the second time. The fingers rubbing circles at her sweet spot made her mind spin with them. She had the urge to clench her legs closed, but she did her best to keep them spread--she wanted to make it easier for the nice guard woman, after all.

"This is number two. Well done. You're doing great so far." The gem activated, blocking Clara's pleasure, and the guard woman gave her some more encouraging words.

"Okay... Yeah, I think I can do this." Clara nodded, and she took a breath. When she knew it was coming, she felt like she could handle the frustration of the edge better. "How many do I have to go through, anyway? How long is this punishment?"

"Fifty times." The pink-haired guard woman said, and she began stroking through Clara's opening once more. As the pleasure-blocking magic ceased, she resumed her circles over her clit.

"Fifty!?" Clara let out a surprised mewl. Even as the pleasure coursed between her legs, she felt herself grow nervous at the number. Could she really hold out for so long?

"Don't worry, you'll do fine." The pink-haired woman gave her an encouraging reply. "Besides, your friend is due for twice that amount, and the vice-captain isn't nearly as nice as I am."

"Oh... Mnghhfghh..." Clara moaned, letting out a shaky breath. However, the guard woman's words sent a chill down her spine. (Abi has to go through twice as many edges as me?)

(Yeah, this won't be easy...) Abi looked over at her, flashing Clara a smile before her eyes rolled up in her head.

The other guard woman stroked Abi's cock, rubbing the tip against her gloved palm. However, she wasn't moving her hands nearly as quickly as the pink-haired woman. She moved slowly, rubbing her fingers over the glistening glans of Abi's member in leisurely circles.

The cock twitched in her grasp, jerking back and forth, and Abi bucked her hips, but it was futile. The other guard woman only gave her the gentlest of touches, slowly bringing her up to the edge. By the time she was approaching orgasm, Abi's eyes grew glassy, and her moans grew into desperate mewls, but the gem on the wooden stock glowed, cutting off her pleasure.

"That's one," Freya said, and she brought her hands to a halt. "Ninety-nine more..."

"Oh god. I'm sorry, so please..." Abi's eyes fluttered, and a drip of precum fell from her cock, forming a puddle on the ground. "Go easy on me."

"Why should I go easy when you tried to mislead us? This is your punishment for trying to escape punishment." The guard woman continued to rub Abi's cock, going even slower this time. She dragged her leather-gloved hand over her tip, massaging her glans against her soft palm.

The motion elicited another mewling moan from Abi, and a chill ran down Clara's back as she watched.

"That's three," the pink-haired guard announced.

Clara's eyes rolled up in her head as she reached her own edge, and she let out a shuddering sigh. Her own punishment seemed easier than Abi's, but no less difficult. The sight of her friend struggling only turned Clara on more and made it more difficult to think through the lust growing in her body.

After the fourth edge, Clara lost track of time. The endless waves of pleasure seemed to blur into one another, and the smoldering arousal in her belly only got stronger.

After ten edges, she was a squirming mess, twitching beneath the pink-haired woman's touch. Her toes curled, and beads of sweat glistened on her skin. The hazy pleasure left her mind in a daze, but she could only keep going.

On the twentieth edge, Clara's mind grew completely blank. She stared off into the distance, moaning loudly. Her mewls of pleasure were the one thing she was allowed, and that made her cries all the louder. As the intense pleasure throbbed out of her clit, her eyes rolled up in her head.

After thirty edges, her breathing grew intense, and her heart pounded in her ears. The pleasure was only climbing higher, but the frustration also grew with it. She lost focus on up and down, struggling against the wooden stocks while moaning loudly.

After forty, she was a mess. Her sweat and arousal pooled on the ground beneath her, and she clenched her thighs together. Even as she desperately wanted more of the pink-haired woman's fingers, she tried to twist away from them, simultaneously running from and thrusting back against the guard woman's touch.

"That's forty-nine. You really need to stop fighting back, you know?" The pink-haired guard gave Clara's ass a light spank, sending a twinge of pain through her lower half, but it only complimented the pleasure.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it..." Clara mewled, and her back arched, bucking up and down against the pink-haired woman's fingers. However, even as she pushed back against them, she clenched her thighs tightly together, crossing her legs to try to protect her over-sensitive sex.

"Only one more. You can do this." The pink-haired woman gave another encouraging comment, and she began spiralling her fingers over Clara's clit, rubbing faster than before.

The pleasure spiked, and Clara's cries grew to an even louder crescendo, echoing around the cell. She bucked and twisted her hips, squirming helplessly beneath the other woman's touch. Thankfully, after so many edges, she shot up towards orgasm with incredible speed, already on a hair trigger.

"I'm coming!" Clara cried out, back arching. The waves of pleasure crashed through her brain, and she felt herself toppling over the edge. However, just when she felt herself reach the point of ecstasy, the pleasure disappeared.

"Fifty." The pink-haired woman announced. "All done. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Mnghhhhh...." As the fiftieth edge washed over her, she let out a frustrated cry. "I'm done, so please let me come. Oh god, I need it..."

"Are you sure you want to come?" The pink-haired woman stood up and whispered into Clara's ear. "If we undo these stocks, and you masturbate, your friend will have to watch you, you know?"

"Ah... Abi..." Clara shook away the haze of lust that had settled over her mind. It had been over an hour of edging, and it felt impossible to think, but the mention of Abi made her turn towards her friend once more.

Abi was in an even worse state, legs twisted into pretzels, back arching and ass waving in the air. Freya sat on a small stool beside her, milking her cock like a cow's udder. She stroked up and down her glistening cock in excruciating slowness.

Even without experiencing it, Clara knew how frustrated Abi must be. Her friend's features twisted in a look halfway between ecstasy and hell. Precum dripped from her tip, forming a puddle between her feet, and she breathed heavily, moaning with each shift of the gloved fingers over her member.

"That's twelve," Freya said, and the magic gem in the wooden stocks glowed. "Only eighty-eight more to go."

"Oh god..." Abi whispered under her breath.

Unlike the pink-haired guard, it seemed like Freya was purposefully delaying her orgasms, going as long as she could without bringing Abi to the edge. Even after an hour, she had only experienced twelve edges. In the time Clara had experienced fifty, Abi had barely reached a fraction of that number. It would take all night for her punishment to conclude at this rate.

"The vice captain's a bit of a sadist," the pink-haired guard whispered in Clara's ear. "If you want to come, she'll make you do it in front of your friend."

"Ah..." Clara let out a mewl, and she shook her butt, waving it back and forth. After fifty edges, all she could think about was coming. However, if she had to orgasm in front of Abi, while she was experiencing an even worse punishment, surely that would be cruel.

The thought of it sent a chill down her spine. She might as well be assisting with her torture. And yet, the arousal burned hot below Clara's navel. Her clit throbbed in need, and arousal continued to drip out of her, pooling on the ground. She was also struggling. Surely she deserved to orgasm, right?

"It's your decision to make." The pink-haired woman laid a hand on Clara's back, rubbing the spot at the base of her spine. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

The spot she stroked was the erogenous zone ingrained in Clara's mind through hypnotism. Even the slow stroke on her back, which was meant to be comforting, sent Clara's arousal spiking to new heights. She let out a loud moan, and the gem in her restraints glowed, blocking a potential orgasm.

"I need it." Clara whispered. Any hope she had to resist the temptation disappeared as the fifty-first edge rippled through her. The burning frustration and arousal smoldering in her belly begged for release.

"Are you done with her punishment?" Freya asked. "Prepare a seat for the witch. She can watch the rest of Abi's punishment."

"As you command." The pink-haired guard nodded, and she rushed off, returning with a wooden chair. She set it in front of Abi. "You don't have to masturbate if you don't want to, though."

She said the last part in a whisper to Clara, but Clara shook her head. The last of her sanity crumbled away, and she panted for breath. "I need it."

The pink-haired guard unlocked the wooden stocks, allowing Clara to stand up, and she walked to the chair on shaky legs, sitting down in front of Abi. The chair forced her to face Abigail, and the wooden stocks forced Abi to look back at her.

Clara relaxed into the chair, sitting naked in front of her friend, and she gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

"Mnghhh...." Abi moaned, staring at her through half-lidded eyes.

Freya's fingers continued to stroke over her cock in languid motions, rubbing slowly. Every shift of her gloved hands over her member caused Abi to twitch and moan, and her eyes fluttered as she looked back at Clara. Her state of lust was so deep, she didn't even speak as she stared at Clara.

(God, I wanna fuck Clara so badly.) Abi thought to herself, and the words echoed through their telepathic connection.

(I wanna fuck you too...) Clara thought to herself, sending the words back to Abi. (Which is why I'm sorry...)

She pushed one hand between her legs, and the last of Clara's sanity faded away. She pushed down on her clit, rubbing the sweet spot at the top of her slit, and tingles of pleasure rippled out through her mons, melting into her hips.

The waves of bliss swelled through her lower half, and Clara's eyes rolled up in her head. She sent herself into orgasm, and she clenched her thighs together. After fifty-one edges, the climax was more intense than anything she'd ever felt before.

Her moan echoed through the room, ringing in her ears. She lost control of her legs, and the chair creaked as she kicked and hit it with her feet. Every muscle in her body tensed in blissful pleasure, yet also twitched uncontrollably.

(I'm coming!) Clara shouted inside her head, but her fingers didn't stop. She continued to rub her clit, sending herself into one orgasm after another.

The surrounding world disappeared, and all she felt were the blissful waves of pleasure. One after another, the orgasms rocked through her body. Each one came faster than the last, and her cries of ecstasy grew into feverish mewls.

Her breath came in sharp gasps, barely escaping through the tingles of bliss echoing out of her pussy. No matter how much she rubbed the spot between her legs, she couldn't stop. After fifty fucking edges, she couldn't hold back even if she wanted to.

"What the..." Freya said, and she paused her hands.

Unbeknownst to Clara, the vice captain of the guards was in a difficult position. She released Abi's cock, but the gem on her stocks was flashing--indicating an edge. Even without being touched, Abi's punishment counter continued to click up.

(Is this thing broken?) Freya thought to herself, and her brow furrowed. However, Abi twisted against the restraints.

The blonde rogue let out endless moans, bucking her hips, and her cock twitched uncontrollably. As the edge counter clicked up, it seemed she was also experiencing the blocked orgasms. Whatever was happening, it looked like she was being edged.

"Ah... Fuck... Oh god, I'm coming, but I'm not!" Abigail shouted out, eyes fluttering. As the edge-counter clicked up at an unprecedented rate, her voice rose into a feverish plea. "What's the count?"

"Twenty-one," Freya said, brow furrowing. "Twenty-two."

She'd never seen anyone have so many edges in such quick succession. Without even being touched, Abi was setting records on how quickly she was progressing through the punishment. Already, she was up to twenty-two, marking ten edges in under two minutes.

The witch sat in front of Abi, masturbating. Her back was arched off the seat, toes curling in pleasure. The howls of ecstasy and twitches rippling through her legs showed she was in the midst of a massive multi-orgasm session. Such sights weren't uncommon after being punished, so Freya ignored it.

Little did she know it was the source of Abi's strange edges.

--

Abigail breathed heavily, eyes unfocused. She felt every one of Clara's orgasms as her own, but the wooden restraints around her neck and wrists blocked them. They felt like nothing more than dull edges rippling through her cock, rather than the massive orgasms she would have normally felt from Clara.

Under different conditions, her situation would have been unbearable for her. To have the twitching edges rippling through her cock endlessly, she would have been crying with frustration. However, compared to Freya's sadistically slow edging, this was nothing.

"Ninety-one, ninety-two..." Abi said under her breath, counting the edges. In only ten minutes, she'd experienced more edges than she could ever remember having before. It was more intense and more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined.

"Ninety-four, ninety-five..." Freya said from next to her. She stared down at Abi, crossing her arms and frowning. "I don't know how you're doing this, Abigail, but I don't like it."

"Screw you. There was no reason you had to go that harsh on me," Abigail said, and she shuddered. "Ninety-seven, ninety-eight..."

If she could praise one thing, it would be Clara's stamina. She'd masturbated for ten whole minutes straight. It was thanks to her recklessly slutty behavior Abi had come this far. And now, she only had one more orgasm to go.

"Ninety-nine," Freja said. However, she tilted her head down at Abi. "Hm? It seems the mysterious edges stopped."

"No way..." Abigail felt a shiver run down her spine as the last edge came just short of triggering the orgasm blocking magic tool.

"Abi... Sorry, I got a little carried away." Clara's fingers slowed down, and she let out a shuddering breath, sitting up in the chair. "You must be struggling, huh?"

"Wait, Clara..." Abi let out a shuddering breath, and her eyes rolled up in her head. "Don't stop."

Her cock drooled precum from the tip, and the frustration came rushing back. She needed to come, and she needed to come badly. Her cock twitched and bobbed up and down, but no matter how hard she flexed her muscles, she couldn't push herself up to the edge.

(There's only one more...) Abi thought to herself. She only had to reach one more edge to be free.

(Did I masturbate longer than I thought?) Clara gave her a quizzical look.

"I don't quite get it, but it seems it's my turn." Freya smiled and sat down beside Abi one more time. "I think I'll take my time with this last edge of yours."

Her soft, gloved hands grasped Abi's cock, giving it a slow stroke. It sent tingles of pleasure racing out of her shaft and up into her hips, but it wasn't nearly enough. Freya knew exactly what she was doing, and she wouldn't let her go easily. Now that she could edge her again, she was going to take even greater pleasure in breaking her.

(Please, don't stop masturbating...) Abi thought, but Clara gave her a confused look.

(I'm sorry for masturbating in front of you like that.) She thought back. (It was rude of me wasn't it?)

"It wasn't..." Abi let out a frustrated mewl. Her brain was too lust-soaked to think. She didn't even know where to begin with Clara. How could she need to explain this? She needed her to continue masturbating to be free, but the words wouldn't come out.

The slow stroke of Freja's fingers left her mind spinning. The soft leather of her gloves felt tantalizingly good against her glistening cock. However, that only let the guard woman stroke her cock slower. She continued to give Abi's cock gentle pumps, milking out what little intelligence remained in her.

"Mnghhh..." Abi let out another frustrated mewl, squirming against the touch. However, there was nothing she could do. Without the words to explain it to Clara, and her friend's dumb look, it seemed like she was at Freja's mercy.

"This is just ridiculous." The pink-haired guard shook her head, and she strode forward. "Please excuse my forwardness."

"Huh? What are you- Mgnghgggh!" Clara let out a moan. As Abi watched, the pink-haired guard woman reached between her legs, fingering Clara.

"Shh, just enjoy the show." The pink-haired guard pushed her back into the chair, and she sped up her fingers, causing Clara's thighs to clench together. For the umpteenth time that day, her toes curled and back arched, toppling into an orgasm.

"Yes!" Abi cried out as she felt the orgasm wash through her, entering her mind through their telepathic connection. The wooden restraints blocked most of the pleasure, but tingles of satisfaction twitched through her cock, and she felt herself reach the hundredth edge.

"Tch- This punishment is just strange today." Freja clicked her tongue, but she released Abi's cock, letting her go. "That's one hundred. Your service is paid, Abigail."

She withdrew a key and opened up the wooden stocks.

Abi lost no time, pushing away the restraints and falling to the ground. She grabbed her cock and gave it a quick stroke, pushing herself into orgasm. At last, she felt herself rise past the edge, and twitching pulses rippled through her member.

(I'm coming!) Her eyes rolled up in her head, and a spurt of seed erupted from her tip, splashing onto the ground in front of herself. Abi pushed herself into one orgasm after another, pumping her cock and milking out all the pent up seed.

Spurt after spurt, she released the naughty substance, and tingles of pleasure rippled out of her hard, glistening cock. For what felt like minutes, she pumped her cock and let out her seed. It was her first time experiencing a double orgasm, but right there, on the floor of the prison cell, she reached a triple orgasm as she released all the pent up urges.

|| -- Chapter 28 -- ||

After their punishment, the guards led them into a small toiletry area with a sink, clean towels, and other supplies to help them clean up.

"That sure was something, huh?" Clara asked, and she used a moist rag to wipe between her legs.

"Yeah, the guards can get pretty serious about their punishments." Abi nodded and she used a soft towel to wipe her cock. It was still hard, and remnants of her seed glistened on its surface. "Ah-"

Abigail flinched as she rubbed the towel over her member, and her hips trembled from how sensitive her cock was. Even from just cleaning herself, a deep blush filled her cheeks, and she squeezed her thighs together.

Clara watched her with a blush of her own, glancing between Abi's erect cock and her friend's red cheeks. Despite masturbating during their punishment, she felt a flicker of arousal return, warming the spot below her navel. However, she pushed those feelings aside.

"We still have to turn in our quest at the guild, right?" Clara asked, and she pulled her crimson witch's dress over her head, sliding on the outfit.

"Yeah, we should head there after this." Abi nodded, and she attempted to wipe her cock a second time before shuddering and pulling her hips back from the towel. "That orgasm really hit me hard. A hundred edgings make it so much more intense, you know?"

Clara blushed even harder at the sight of Abi struggling with her sensitivity. Her arousal grew stronger, and a smoldering fire flickered to life inside her lower abdomen, warming the spot below her navel, but there was no way she could start masturbating now. If she did it so soon after their punishment, when they were trying to clean up and get dressed, she'd never live down the humiliation. It felt like they would just get stuck in an endless loop of masturbation and sex. She had to have standards.

"Uhm, why don't I step outside for a bit?" Clara asked and she stepped closer to the door. "I'll let you clean up here."

"That sounds good, this could take a bit." Abi nodded and Clara headed out of the washroom, breathing a sigh of relief. In her haste, she completely forgot about putting on panties.

--

"All cleaned up?" Freyja gave Clara a smile as she stepped out of the washroom.

"Yep." Clara nodded and closed the door behind her. "All done in there."

Clara glanced at Freyja, looking at the guards woman closer. Freyja had brown hair, much more normal than Clara's bright red bob. She also had a determined look to her features and with her shiny armor back on, she looked every part the dashing hero from a fantasy novel.

"Why don't you come to my office?" Freyja invited her into a side room, and Clara followed her to a plain office with a single desk in the middle.

"This looks surprisingly normal for a fantasy world," Clara said. The office looked like any manager's office, even down to the potted plant in the corner.

"Why don't you have a seat?" Freyja motioned for her to sit, glossing over the strange comment. "Your name is Clara, isn't it? Could you tell me what led someone like yourself to publicly orgasming in the middle of the street? I think of myself as a good judge of character, but I didn't peg you as an exhibitionist."

"I'm sorry about that." Clara said, and she blushed as she sat down. "Actually, it's a long story."

"We got time. Why don't you tell me?" Freyja leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over another. "As the vice-captain of the guard, I need to know if there's a corrupting influence in our village. What led a good like you down such a wrong path?"

At the words 'good girl' Clara's blush grew even deeper. She also realized she hadn't put on panties. If Freyja found out, she'd think she was an even bigger exhibitionist, and the embarrassment caused Clara to squirm in her chair. Between the flicker of arousal from before, and how handsome Freyja was in her armor, it felt difficult to speak.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," Freyja gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure it's a sensitive topic."

"Oh, it's not." Clara shook her head hurriedly. "If you really want to know, I can explain it, but I'm not sure if you'll understand."

Clara wasn't sure if it was a good idea to reveal how much she knew about the game world, but Freyja seemed like a good person. Despite punishing them, she seemed like someone Clara could trust.

"Back in the street, I was woken up..." Clara began explaining how their world was a game, and how she'd been preyed on by succubi, and how she'd seen everyone stuck in tanks. Her story sounded unbelievable, even to her, but Freyja listened with rapt attention. Through it all, she stared at Clara with a furrowed brow, giving her undivided attention.

"Either you're crazy, or what you say is true." Freyja interlaced her fingers in front of her face and leaned across the table. "Your story is crazy, yet... My gut says it's true."

"You believe me?" Clara asked in surprise.

"Sure, why not?" Freyja gave her a shrug. "That's what my gut says, at least."

"You're more nonchalant about my story than I expected..." Clara couldn't help but shake her head. Perhaps it was because this world had magic, but Freyja seemed to humor her story. Abi had been the same way, accepting the story surprisingly quickly.

If Clara had been told she was living in a simulation, she would have freaked out or thought the other person was crazy. Just from listening to herself, it sounded like she was describing some perverted version of the matrix. However, Freyja looked at her with a serious look, accepting her story without freaking out.

"The real question is, what are you going to do about it?" Freyja asked. "How do you intend to return to your world?"

"That's a good question." Truthfully, she didn't know how to get back to her own world. During the brief times she'd woken up from the game, it only raised more questions than it answered. She couldn't use the 'log out' spell again, so how was she supposed to escape from the game?

"I think you should find that white-haired succubus you mentioned," Freyja said. "If Selene is truly a demon, and she exists in both realms, then so too might the white-haired demon. If they can walk between worlds, then perhaps you might use their power to return home."

"You believe me that Selene's a demon?" Clara asked. That sounded like the most unbelievable part of her story, after all. For the guild receptionist to be a succubus, it sounded crazy.

"If it's Selene, I would believe it." Freyja gave Clara an uncertain smile. "She's known to prey on young adventurers. If anyone in this village is a demon, it would be her. When I saw you two out in public like that, I assumed it might have been one of her tricks. She enjoys giving people 'alternative' payment options for her services, after all."

"Well, I tried out her services once..." Clara blushed harder at the mention of Selene's nighttime activities. For those that paid, she was a dominant with a strap-on worthy of swooning. Just the memories of the thick purple dildo between Selene's legs made Clara clench her sex.

"Oh? It seems I completely misjudged you." Freyja leaned over the desk. "You're even naughtier than I thought. Not even one day as an adventurer, and Selene got you into bed. That's got to be a new record for her."

"I- It- Uhm..." Clara's ears burned hot at Freyja's teasing words. For the second time, she regretted not putting on any panties. Even with her thighs clenched together, she felt the beginnings of a mess form on the seat of her witch's dress.

"Relax, it's normal." Freyja shook her head, laughing. "Most adventurers try out Selene's services eventually. She has an irresistible allure to her, after all."

"As expected of a succubus..." Clara lowered her eyes, and she knew in her head she didn't need to be so embarrassed, but the memories of her times with Selene fanned the warmth spreading between her legs. The itching desire to rub between her legs grew even worse.

"How about this?" Freyja asked. "I don't have time today, but let's meet up tomorrow. I'll help you search for that white-haired succubus. If your story is true, and we have demons living in this town, that's worth an investigation."

[ Would you like Freyja (Knight) to join your party? ] [ Yes ] [ No ]

"Really?" Clara's eyes widened in surprise, and she nodded. "That would be great, thank you!"

[ Party Size (4): Abigail (Rogue), Clara (Witch), Freyja (Knight), Lucy (Tentacle) ]

TO BE CONTINUED.

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