Peaches prayed to all the Oak of Ages she wasn’t too late.
That her scream didn’t come too late.
The alicorn dagger heels were forged with extra magic to enhance her balance well beyond what heels she ever allow a girl, so running, not that horrible compared to actual heels, but still, nothing beat decent footwear, but there hadn’t been time to take off her thigh boots.
The gate was thankfully intact.
The drawbridge too.
And that only further confirmed Peaches’ suspicion. She had heard of Fleur and her martial art skills were already legendary. She had killed plenty of lightspawn and humans. That the whole place was undamaged … no.
Peaches knew something was off.
She dashed right up to Roo. At least he hadn’t undressed and tried to fuck that naked slut in chains.
“Read this,” she said, and shoved the note into his hands.
He read it and …
“Ah,” he said, “I thought so.”
“Thought so?” Peaches said, “Thought what? What the Blighted One are you doing then?”
“Oh,” he said, “I just wanted to confirm it.”
“Confirm it?” Peaches said, “Sheesh, You’re so reckless … how are you even alive?”
“Fleur really held back, of course,” he said, “And so I did too.”
Fleur grunted. “I did not.”
Peaches growled. Grabbed this bitch’s horns and twisted. Hard.
“Why is this place still standing?” Peaches said, “It hasn’t even been damaged!”
“Please … stop …” Fleur said, “I am … your ... companion now. Right Massster Roo?”
“WHAT?!?!?!” Peaches said, “Are you lamping each and every cute demon girl you encounter?”
“No,” he said, “Just the cutest.”
Peaches slapped him. “I’m your wife!”
“So is Ruby,” he said, “And–”
She slapped him again. “I don’t approve of this … this … slut!”
“Peaches,” Roo said, “You agreed to go familiar wife, not regular wife, and familiar wives and well, you know me.”
“Well ...yeah,” Peaches said.
“You know I wanted a demon girl harem,” he said, “And you’re–”
“Just another girl in your collection,” Peaches said.
“Not ‘just’,” he said, “You can’t go psycho killer lightspawn without paying a price, and honestly, this is it. You didn’t feel for me what I felt for you so–”
“So you’re collecting demon bimbos to–” Peaches said.
“To make a team,” he said, “And you count yourself as a demon bimbo? Really? That’s harsh. Even for you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Peaches said, “I’m … okay. I …”
“You’re not a bimbo,” he said, “Ruby isn’t. Fleur isn’t. Looks aren’t everything, remember, but since I’m going to around my familiar a whole lot, I want gorgeous demo girl familiars, okay? And had you not gone psycho lightspawn, I would of–”
“I know, I know,” Peaches said, “I messed up. Badly. But … it’s not too late, right? Better late than never, right?”
“It’s not the same,” he said, “It is too late.”
“So you’re filling the gap in your heart with a bunch of …” Peaches said.
“Bimbos, no?” Fleur said, “Better zhan him moping around. If he was a mopey boy, I vould so of killed him, but instead, he beat me, and here I am. Chained bare in zee scale and familiared into love minion.”
Peaches gasped. “Love minion?”
“Or you not a love minion?” Fleur said.
Roo finally chuckled. “Love minion duties are–”
Peaches slapped him.
Again.
“I’m not your love minion!” she said, “If you want love minions then … then …”
“Peaches,” he said, “You promised to go slutty elf girl for me, and a promise is a promise.”
“I … yeah, but …” Peaches said, “Okay. I did. But not … well …”
“You kill all the dragon elves?” he said.
“Yes,” Peaches said, “Ruby and I killed them both.”
Fleur giggled. “Both? But I came veeth five.”