256: Joy to the World! (18++)


    “Are you really going to give up this opportunity to finally getid?” Beatrice tried to reawaken the passion of the soon-to-be-again eunuch.


    “B-but…”


    <em>“</em>Listen to me!” Beatrice would have none of this sniveling. “How can you possibly think about running away with a literal gift from a Goddess between your legs!? After all this time of hoping and dreaming!? … How long has it been?”


    “E-eight hundred and fifty-three days,” he answered with a sunken posture.


    “Oh, how long you have anguished!” Beatrice yed up the sympathy while thinking, <em>that’s not even close to some of my past dry spells!</em> “It is time to correct this injustice, even if temporarily! And we will not an inconsequential setback like this stop us!”


    “W-we won’t?” he sniffled.


    “Of course not!” Beatrice said with confidence. “Chin up!”


    The situation was far from conducive for erotic y, but Beatrice already had a n how to turn around this seemingly-hopeless setback.


    With a light tap on the man’s shoulder, signifying “it’s going to be alright, leave it to me”, Beatrice turned to the two girls that mocked her potential minion so cruelly. Both of them already stood up—still wearing the chainmail bikinis that barely covered their nipples and pussies—and giggled softly while whispering to one another, reminding Beatrice of a bunch of the most stereotypical gossiping college girls.


    “You might think that this is one of the reason’s the men in the ck masks don’t fuck around with anyone theyy hands on,” Beatrice spoke loudly to get the attention of the meanspirited girls as she slowly walked toward them. “After all, who wouldn’t be shocked to see two giant horny, ready for action cocks between a man’s legs? But that’s only part of it!”


    “Oh? He has more deformities?” the brte asked and both girlsughed again.


    “Not exactly,” a foreboding smile formed on Beatrice’s face as she approached the girls who—having regained their confidence—did not catch the slight change in Beatrice’s tone, nor did they feel any reason to back off from the woman that they came here to fuck. In their eyes, Beatrice at least still had an aura of mystery and dignity, unlike the whimpering, limp-cocked freak.


    “What then?” the brte asked, sizing Beatrice up, letting her fantasies take over as she imagined having a lesbo threesome with the big-tittied bimbo that was strong enough to y a giant abomination in the arena.


    “You see, it turns out that they belong to a special n,” Beatrice said, an arm’s reach away from both the girls. “And when they drop their kilt and reveal their double cocks, they mark the women they’re about to mate with.”


    “M-mark how?” the blonde’s voice trembled.


    “Pheh! Sounds like total bs!” the brte scoffed and rolled her eyes.


    “That’s what I thought too,” Beatrice said softly with the quieting voice of a predator that closed in on its prey. The subus ced her hands on the two girls’ shoulders, leaned forward, and whispered, “Until it happened to me. I could not believe it! You should feel it any second now.”


    “Feel what?”


    “The power of cocks, what else!?” Beatrice chuckled as she used the [Refresh Cooldown (+1)] Skill on her recently-enhanced [Dick Growing (+2)] Skill and then cast her cock gifting magic on both haughty eighteen-year-olds.


    “Ahn?”


    “What?”


    Both girls moaned and trembled as the magic quickly swept through their bodies and traveled toward the final destination between their legs. They hunched over and reached to their pleasantly radiating pussies.


    “Ah, there it is!” Beatrice smiled and took a step back to observe the transformation


    “W-what’s happening!?” the blonde moaned and fell to her knees. She could not help but touch herself as the pleasant feeling quickly closed in around her swelling clit with increasing intensity.


    “What have you done to us!?” the brte shouted at Beatrice.


    “Me? I did not do anything. Didn’t I say you were marked?” Beatrice asked with a smile and kneeled next to the brte. “Don’t worry! Just let go and embrace this feeling!”


    “E-embrace what!?” the brte demanded to know as her anger was quickly losing ground to growing pleasure.


    Beatrice sighed, stood up, and said, “I resisted too, at first.”


    “O-oooohn~” the blonde ripped off her bikini to rub her pussy and clit directly. She did not even care that her clit had already swollen past anything reasonable.


    “That’s right! Embrace the pleasure of cock!” Beatrice eximed with joy and raised her skirt, revealing her own eight-inch erection. “Just like I did!”


    The masked man fell to the stone floor and prostrated himself, for he was in the presence of the Goddess of Cocks.