Chapter 15
by 
Venita
White's Move?
Queen-Side Bishop to C2
"Stupid cultist bastards...I just wanted to have a fuckin' beach day, and they come along and ruin it...?" Raven muttered, her lips in a perpetual, pouty scowl while she brushes one of her long, dark strands of hair away from her face. Just looking at most of them made her skin crawl, especially with how one of them had screamed about being a part of...she didn't know, some weird sex cult? Whatever the Black Fists were, the fact that they wanted all of them as sex slaves was something that had her blood boiling.
"Come on, Reyla...stab the bastard..." She muttered again, looking over Orange and Yellow's shoulders toward the agile woman who was just...standing there. That old man had just walked up, spoken directly to her, and instead of giving him the same treatment as the other guy, the normally energetic woman was doing nothing.
"Big sis? W-why isn't she doing anything?!" Orange yelped, glancing over her shoulder at the raven-haired woman wearing a half-torn outfit that was supposed to match Rosalind's. Normally, Raven would give a sarcastic answer, but she could feel His gaze on her, as well as the bubbly blonde who took pride of place at his side, her white dress nearly painted on and her body like a fertility goddess. Earning his affection was something every last girl on this side of the beach strived for, and she was no exception.
Closing her eyes, Raven let her magical senses stretch out, towards the feminine assassin and the older black man who was right next to her. Almost immediately, she recoiled at the unpleasant sensation that washed over her, but she persisted, and studied the magic washing over Reyla. It only took a moment, opening her eyes once she was certain.
"...He's using dark magic to keep her from attacking."
"You're sure?" The Ivory Queen asked, eyes wide while Orange and Yellow looked very worried, hugging each other and their round boobs squished together. Raven nodded.
"Yep. We're not dealing with some quacks who use smoke and mirrors to pretend they have magic...these are actual magic users on their side."
Raven looked around, before stepping between the three girls in harem outfits, who were all looking towards their foes with worried expressions on their faces, while the blonde in a tighter outfit than anyone else was at her back.
"B-be safe, Maria..." She heard her King call over, the dark-haired young man looking even more nervous than the eight girls in front as he clutched the heavy scepter with both hands. Despite that, hearing those words made her heart jump. Ignoring the sudden blush on her face, Raven scoffed.
"Psh, I'm always careful."
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