Chapter 729: Under the Rain of C*m (18+)
“Welcome to the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild!” Beatrice read the massive stone sign with gold painted letters. The gold letters were heavily stained.
The entrance to the four-story mansion had two twenty-foot stone statues at the base wide white stairs. Beatrice easily recognized the endowed Queen and the bearded King. The royal figures had their hands up, supporting a massive balcony above them where a passionate orgy was well on the way.
If there were guards anywhere near the entrance, Beatrice could not distinguish them among the sea of naked humans and beastkin. Beatrice walked up the stairs to the wide double doors of the mansion, quickly jumping forward beneath the balcony to avoid the shower of cum that rained from up above.
About half-way up the stairs there was a second pair of supporting pillars for the massive balcony: a masterfully carved girthy cock and a beautifully sculpted juicy pussy. The cock pillar was on the side of the stairs with the Queen and the pussy—with the King.
As Beatrice walked up the white steps, the color of which was aptly chosen, she tried to ignore how her feet stuck to them. Apparently, there were cleaners assigned here for that specific reason as Beatrice saw a long hair mop nearby. However, that mop was horribly misused and was now somewhere it should not have been, making a certain likely cleaner way happier than he should have been.
With nobody caring to stop Beatrice, the succubus entered the lair she sought to destroy. The first thing that hit her was the thick smell of staling cum. Looking around, Beatrice saw that all the many tall windows were wide open. Even so, that no longer appeared to be enough.
Beatrice had no way of knowing that, although this world did not have modern joys of dedicated ventilation systems, the Guild did employ several dedicated air magicians with sole responsibility precisely for this issue with the quality of breathable air.
The problem was that, although the number of low-skill magicians was more than enough to work in several shifts, they were all lost to this day’s maddening pleasures, each in their own way. How could someone worry about the quality of air inside the Guild, when they were pilloried in the town square, begging for cock?
Apart from the smell, what awaited Beatrice inside the Guild turned out to be all too predictable. With nearly identical scenes to the outside, the only noticeable difference was that the massive halls of the mansion—brightly lit, with white, red, and golden color schemes—were now, understandably nearly empty.