New Life As An Ecchi Girl With A “Big Surprise”

74: Unwelcome Company

Beatrice’s temporary room was nothing to write home about—small, uninspired wooden panels without any décor, a single bed, chair, table, and two wooden boxes to put belongings into. While Jenny lit a few candles on the table (a fire hazard, if Beatrice ever saw one), the succubus walked up to the solitary window in this room and saw an utterly depressing view—a wall of giant, uneven, gray stone blocks only a couple of yards from the window.

I’ve seen prison cells more welcoming than this, Beatrice sighed and stepped away from the window to put her plate with lukewarm vegetables on the table that was full of cracks and splinters. At least I haven’t seen any cockroaches yet, Beatrice thought and knocked three times on the table—a silly superstition.

“The wood is sturdy,” Jenny said, misunderstanding why the succubus knocked on the table.

“Good. Thank you, Jenny,” Beatrice said, took another apple from the table, and went to the bed to lie down.

The bed was, surprisingly, reasonably soft and comfortable—the solitary saving grace of this room, but also the most important part. Even the pillow felt nice. Beatrice rose a bit and pressed her hand against the giant cushion that was probably filled with feathers. Beatrice then wondered what was under the bedsheets that made the bed so soft and comfy. However, concluding that ignorance was bliss, she quickly stopped herself from uncovering any more undesirable secrets of this establishment.

“I will take my leave then,” Jenny said and went out the door, closing the squeaky door behind her, and leaving Beatrice alone in the dim, depressing room.

Samuel must really not want any guests to overstay their welcome, Beatrice thought as she looked around the room. Now that the room was not completely dark, she saw that every corner was full of spiderwebs. The corner opposite of her bed even had green mold spreading.

Bugs! Beatrice thought and jumped from her bed to check the sheets and blankets and make sure that she was not sharing a bed with any skittering, unwelcome company.

Thank God, Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief when she found nothing and checked under the bed to be sure.

After she was done with her inspection, Beatrice plopped back on the bed, took another bite out of the red apple, and wondered if she should instead say ‘Thank Luluna’ from now on. ‘Thank God’ was such a common phrase that Beatrice got used to using it without thinking, but God did exist. A Goddess to be exact! In a skimpy outfit, with wide hips, and giant tits!

Damn! Beatrice cursed, realizing that despite all her newfound freedom, lust, and vigor, she could not try out all her sexual powers on the Goddess herself. Beatrice imagined giving Luluna her own futa-dick to make her cum with. Even better—summon an identical twin sister of the Goddess and have them fuck each other silly!

Fuck! Beatrice realized she was getting horny again. She tried to think of something else. How much she needed to do tomorrow. Whether to invest in her Combat Craft or not. But it was no use! Beatrice turned from side to side, but her dick kept aching even while soft. She simply wouldn’t be able to fall asleep like this.

Those two damn idiots! The succubus cursed her petty companions—Ember and Olivia—who just couldn’t help themselves not get into a fight right when things were getting interesting. If Beatrice had a literal ball sack under her futa-dick, she’d no doubt have a case of blue balls.

Beatrice brought up her stat information in her mind’s eye to check the one stat that was on her mind.

Figures! Beatrice thought and sighed. Though she had fully satisfied herself with the ninja girl—even grew as a person, some might say—but her Succubi nature was starting to get the better of her.

Maybe just a quick wank? Beatrice thought, feeling her futanari cock grow in size, ready for action. She threw off the thin blanket and confirmed with her own eyes what she felt—her cock was already halfway outside her light-blue, lace panties.

And just as Beatrice was pulling down her panties and letting loose her fast-growing erection, she heard a knock on the door.

The succubus hurried to throw the blanket over her exposed, standing proudly upright cock, and asked, “Who is it?”

“I-It’s me, my Lady,” Beatrice heard Tabitha’s voice.

Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that Ember had not in fact put a protective incineration spell at her doorstep. At least not yet.

“C-cum in,” Beatrice stuttered, welcoming the mage inside, and came to terms with the fact that she was even hornier than she had first thought.