Lewd Futanari Succubus Ch. 81

Synopsis: An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has "near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation". He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, Lots of Depravity, etc.

"LISTEN UP!!" Flavna's voice blasted across the town square to the point of nearly knocking the nearest townsfolk off their feet as they all fruitlessly covered their ears. "This is Captain Flavna of the City Guard!"

Gamesh, the guards, and the champion behind Flavna took on the captain's voice just fine because Gamesh protected them from his own spell. Everybody else received no such comfort and the whole point was for the captain to reach as many people as possible at once.

"While a couple hundred drunk and hallucinating fools spread panic through the city, the demon threat in the abandoned mines has already been dealt with!" Flavna continued. "Every single demonling has been eradicated as well as the Lesser Abomination that summoned them! Hundreds of our finest soldiers are sweeping the underground for survivors as well as taking the bodies of the unfortunate fallen back to the surface to be mourned. After search and rescue operations are concluded the tunnels will be sealed!"

The surrounding townsfolk still got used to the deafening voice of the Captain, many looked at each other with confusion, not sure what to believe. Certainly, good news, if true, and almost too good to be believed. Some cheered and clapped with relief, while a great many people felt downright stupid.

In the span of just a couple of hours the citizens of Klapsus were informed that their last safe haven was gone, everything doomed, party over, and that it was now safe again. If true, those lucky enough to sleep in after a late night of partying would wake up none the wiser about the entire thing and be better off for it.

"Some of you might have heard of that Lesser Abomination or even witnessed the demon with your own eyes. What you should know is the name and face of the hero who single handedly bested a Lesser Abomination. The latest champion from the so-called Forge of Champions. And for once, a tittle well-earned in a true test of skill and courage! Step forward, Champion, and tell the citizens of this great city your name."

Gamesh reached up and briefly touched the neck of the gigantic living and breathing mountain of muscle before the champion stepped forward and stood next to Captain Flavna with his back straight and chest out. His body covered in countless black and blue bruises and fresh scars from the recent battle.

"Alexander," the champion known previously only as Number Seven said with a thunderous, enhanced voice that shattered several windows.

"A name to be remembered and an event worthy of a celebration!" Flavna said though she never even so much as cracked a smile or even deem it worthy to grace the new champion with a glance while she sung his praises. Instead, her eyes roamed the crowd before her, the true purpose why she was here. "We will celebrate this great victory the day after tomorrow, right here, in the Black Square! A much-needed feast and a reminder that this great city will not fall so easily!"

More cheers broke out. The demon-free party could continue after all, and a promise of a feast in a city that's been balancing on the precipice of starvation excited both the mind and stomach.

"With that said," captain Flavna's tone darkened, "the chaos ends now! Any further baseless spread of misinformation and panic with be punished harshly! Looters, murderers, and rapists will receive no mercy! Order will be restored! For as long as I draw breath, I will not allow this city to crumble!"

With the majority of citizens cheering and celebrating an aversion of a world-ending crisis, many felt like complete idiots, and some quickly searched for places to hide while things calmed down as more and more Purple Capes flooded the streets, bringing swift and merciless justice.

With her speech done, Flavna quickly turned around and went to Gamesh to make sure he terminated his voice enhancement spell.

"Cute speech," Gamesh said, smiling slyly as he removed the voice enhancement from both Flavna and Alexander.

"Make sure it is followed through with decisive action," Flavna said. "The damage that was done tonight borders on catastrophic! Escort our champion back to the fortress. I have a long list of people I need to have words with."

The Purple Capes instantly surrounded Alexander. The man neither resisted nor seemed intimidated. Everything so far went as agreed, and there was no point for him to remain here.

"The King will also want a report once he finds out what happened," Gamesh said.

"Fuck the King." Flavna said as she walked past Gamesh, taking the quickest path back to Belmot's fortress.

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"AHHHN!!! YES!!! MORE!!" Olivia moaned and cried in ecstasy while getting stuffed with more tentacles than she had holes for. Olivia relied on her hands to satisfy additional tentacles as they came all over her alongside the tentacles that came inside her, pushing deeper and deeper inside her. "OOOH~~~! Just like that! You're so filling! GHLURK—!"

Olivia kept cumming repeatedly and praising the tentacle demon until three tentacles burst out of her mouth, wiggling as they sprayed a fountain of cum into the air above Olivia. The ninja girl let go of the tentacles so catch as much cum as she could and smear it all over her body.

Olivia particularly seemed to get off on caressing her bloated, tentacle filled neck, enjoying the sticky texture of cum over the veiny protrusions of her cling film thin skin that barely contained the unnatural expansion of the vital arteries and muscles.

All through this Beatrice could tell that Olivia was in absolute bliss. Olivia's eyes rolled back and even with her mouth stuffed she still managed to form a satisfied grin that she used to only show Beatrice.

And Olivia was not the only one getting pleased in ways that Beatrice never could. Continuously escalating moans and cries of ecstasy reverberated through the shadowy mines. The arena was lit all along its outer edge with countless of sky-high pillars of spinning infernal flames, casting hellish light on more naked copulating pairs than the most ambitious Japanese orgy porn.

All sixteen of Beatrice's eunuchs were granted giant, two-foot-long purple tentacle cocks with which they fucked every female member of the Purple Capes they could get their massive hands on.

"Finally, someone answered our prayers, instead of feeding us empty promises!" Bob cheered as she came inside a stunning big-titty redhead, whose tits bounced back and forth as she came from Bob's skillful technique of both pounding her pussy and rubbing out her clit to a glorious orgasm.

Beatrice couldn't help but feel jealous and depressed that she was unworthy of such fucking. And how come some random redhead had bigger, fuller and prettier tits than her? Beatrice looked down into a puddle of cum to see her own reflection that did not satisfy her in the slightest. Her breasts were getting saggy from all the braless bouncing and fucking. Even her cock softened and shriveled at the sight of herself.

No wonder that only the least deserving demonlings reluctantly agreed to fuck her when they got pushed away from all the more-appealing females. But even their fourth-rate bent demon cocks were better than nothing. For Beatrice deeply desired any form of sexual satisfaction, having gone for months without sex after getting rejected again and again as an unviable partner. Beatrice could only go on for so long watching her lovers merrily have sex with each other while laughing at her as she jerked her tiny pecker to the sight.

Who knew that even the lowliest of demonlings could be such spectacular sex partners? Capable of forming both cocks and pussies, they fulfilled the desires of every man and woman in the arena, spreading joy and love juices to all who wished to be happy and accepted. Lilith, the magic bubble girl, hapilly fucked with two bug-like demonlings at once, while her uncle watched and fucked a demonling from behind.

"YES! Fuck them!! Fuck them all!!" the white-haired, long-eared, pintsized beastkin, Felicia Thundershnauf, cheered on the demons while stroking her gargantuan futa cock, shooting gallons of cum into the air that landed into the flaming pillars, feeding the flames of her personal orgy.

"AAAHN!!! GHAAAAAGNGHHH!! UAUAAAAAAARAGH!!!" Tabitha cried and thrashed under the weight of countless thick, slimy tentacles. She was pushed and pounded into the hard, rough surface of the stone arena, fucked by four or five tentacles into her ass and pussy while getting strangled to the point that her tongue was squeezed out, having the time of her life.

"OOOHHHHH~~~~!!!!!" Olivia let out guttural cry as she came again from the tentacles that copulated within her belly. "Sooooo much better than Beatrice's tiny cock!! Please, oh God of Pleasure, fill my womb with your babies!!"

It hurt Beatrice to watch this, yet her tiny cock got hard, and she could not help but be aroused by the skill of the demons that she could never possess.

"So, this was the limit to your potential?" Ember appeared before Beatrice and looked down at the failed succubus with disgust. "How could you fuck this up so bad? I expected so much more from you! What a disappointing failure!"

"No!! I didn't mean for it to go this way!!" Beatrice cried. She couldn't even understand how she managed to fail so disastrously. "I'll fix it!!! AAAHN~~~ I'll... Ohhh. Somehow..."

It hurt. It hurt Beatrice's heart and soul to know that she was a failure. Failed yet again. This was supposed to be her time! Her one chance at a better life! Only the thursts of demonling deformed cocks into Beatrice's wet pussy and clamping ass could dampen the numb the pain within her soul.

"P-please! Please, one more chance!" Beatrice moaned as she came from getting fucked by demons.

"Another chance!?" Ember grimaced at the sight of the cockroach before her. "You must be joking! Can you imagine? She's asking for one more chance!"

"The audacity!" Lululna, the blonde, scantily clad buxom goddess concurred with Ember. "Pathetic pervert! I'm done with this loser! Let's go have fun with someone cool and confident!"

"Agreed!" Ember and Luluna skipped to Felicia and proceeded to make out with the beastkin, slapping together their long, wet, wiggling tongues with each other while also laughing and throwing haughty glances at Beatrice.

"OOOOH!! HERE THEY COME!!!" Olivia screamed in euphoric rapture as she held her bloated, nine-months-pregnant-with-quadruplets stomach. With each passing moment her stomach grew and grew to the ever-greater joy of the soon-to-be broodmother. "CUMMMIIIINGG!!! THEY'RE CUMMMIIIING!! THE DEMON BABIEESSS AAAAREE CUUUUUUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING~~~~!!!'"

"OLIVIA!!!!" Beatrice screamed at the top of her lungs as she jumped up in cold sweat and saw the startled expressions of Samantha and Ember in the warmly lit guest room of Samantha's shop.

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"Haaah," Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief when she looked around and saw Olivia still sleeping on a couch, Ember sitting oppose with Samantha at a table, enjoying a couple of drinks after a meal, her four eunuchs sulking together in their own group. They were all still here, with her, instead of getting off on fucking with hellspawn. The succubus wiped her forehead; she was absolutely drenched.

"Are you alright?" Samantha asked Beatrice.

"Y-yeah," Beatrice was certainly happy that her nightmare was only that—a nightmare. Yet it left a bitter aftertaste. Beatrice looked down at her naked breasts and was relieved again. As unnaturally perky for their impressive size as ever.

Beatrice was pretty sure she had her Mini Top on after returning to the surface, yet now it was rolled up under her breasts. Guess I really tossed and turned, Beatrice concluded and adjusted her sexy garments. As she did that, her stomach growled and she realized that she just saw Ember and Samantha at a table with, "FOOD!!"

Beatrice jumped up, rushed to the table, and attacked the humble meal.

"Woah!" Samantha leaned back as she watched Beatrice devour one of the loafs of bread.

Ember chuckled and took a sip from a cup of what looked to be coffee with cream.

Only after Beatrice was done with one loaf and dug into the next one did she start to realize how utterly bland and dry the bread was. Even calling it a bread was an insult to any cheap store-bought bread Beatrice ever tried. Of course, that did not stop the succubus from finishing the second loaf too, but by then she needed a drink of the only liquid that seemed to be available: the beer. Beatrice poured some into an empty cup and finished that off too. As bitter as it was, it did add some flavor to her tasteless breakfast.

Flavor! Beatrice remembered a certain description part of a certain Skill.

Skill Name: Futanari Succubus's Semen (+1)

Makes the Succubus's cum taste differently for every person that takes it in their mouth - as their favorite food.

Beatrice was tempted to enhance the humble meal. It would be the least she could do for Samantha's hospitality, especially considering how they parted last time. But Beatrice didn't feel like whipping out her dick and start masturbating first thing in the morning.

Morning? Is it even morning? Beatrice wondered. It was impossible to tell, in a room with no windows. Which also made Beatrice wonder how Samantha managed to get fresh air into her shop—Wait!

"How long did I sleep?" Beatrice asked and sat down at the table, realizing that something was very off.

"Ten hours?" Ember shrugged and continued to calmly enjoy her drink, paying it more attention than to Beatrice.

"At least, probably more," Samantha added.

So, it's probably late afternoon or evening, Beatrice thought. I really messed up my sleeping schedule—Oh, again!

Beatrice brought up her character information and took a single look at a single position to instantly confirm what was so wrong.

Arousal Points 5.4/370 (+0.01/sec)

No wonder I'm more worried about ventilation and the time of day rather than fucking anything that moved after ten hours of sleeping! My Arousal Points are as slow as they could be!

No morning wood should have been the first clue. Zero desire to coat her bland bread with delicious cum should have sent Beatrice's alarms ringing. No matter how Beatrice counted, her Arousal should have been maxed out to the point that she'd probably be fucking the bread instead of eating it. And Beatrice knew only one way to lower her Arousal Points.

Beatrice looked at the obvious blonde, big-tittied suspect, Samantha who was extraordinarily mellow. Last time they saw each other, Samantha did not want to even speak with her so-called friend. Samantha paid Beatrice no mind and took another sip of her creamy drink, just like Ember.

Oh!

They seriously milked me in my sleep! Beatrice's first reaction was shock and outrage. Here she was—eating bland food and drinking disgusting beer, while these two just had the feast of their lives! Though Beatrice quickly realized that the only reason she was mad was that she missed out on it. She knew perfectly well she'd have done the same thing given the choice.

"How many times?" Beatrice asked the two chill, satisfied women.

"Enough," Ember smiled and finished the remainder of her special drink.

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Information

Name Beatrice

Age 18

Class Succubus

Level 26 (12%)

They made me cum so many times that I broke through to the next level, Beatrice almost smiled at the ridiculousness of her horny system that allowed her to passively gain "experience" and level up in her sleep.

Having confirmed her suspicions that she was fucked and had her cock milked for food sauce while she was sleeping, Beatrice finished her breakfast without the Michelin star quality cream. A little down, yes, but Beatrice was too hungry to dwell on what was done. After all, she was stone cold out anyway. It wasn't like Samantha and Ember hurt her. If anything, they did her a favor. Instead, Beatrice looked forward to using her delicious cum to improve improving the quality of life for the citizens of Klapsus—

"BWAHAHA!!"

"Do it again, Ruby!!"

"Fuck them up!"

"Rape her in the ass!"

"What's with those bitch ass pussy cuts!? Cut an artery or two!"

"Fuck that masked bitch up!"

"Tear her a new one!"

*BANG*

Beatrice slammed her cup against the table with such force that she got a reaction even out of the mellowed-out Ember.

In the span of a second all the laughter, jeers, and cheers for blood and death bombarded Beatrice's mind all at once as she remembered how callous and vicious the citizens of the city really were.

"Improve the quality of life"? Beatrice grimaced in disgust at her thoughts. For those pieces of shit!?

Finally able to look back at the events that transpired, Beatrice found it increasingly hard to justify bothering to try and save the scum of this city.

It wasn't just Felicia and her lackeys. Beatrice threw a venomous glance at her four remaining eunuchs, remembering that despite whatever reasons they might have had, they all actively participated in those abhorrent games.

It wasn't just the royalty. If the drug-addled king and his psycho blood-thirsty daughter were anything to go by, Beatrice could only imagine what the others were like. And all the nobles in the palace who sat around smelling each other's farts while the city turned to shit.

But the citizens were also active accomplices in creating the festering shit that they all now swam in.

They've given up! Beatrice knew this much. She also knew that some of them must be drugged out of their minds. Those in power provide a continuous stream of alcohol. Anything and everything to keep the city in a constant stupor.

But so what? Does that absolve the people here? I'm supposed to just solve their problems and then celebrate together with them as if they were poor oppressed peasants and we just cut off the tyrant king's head?

But how much of the blame is supposed to go on the people who know that every day could be their last? Beatrice looked back on her own wish to fuck as much as she wanted with reckless abandon and sighed. Maybe I should have specified that there should have been one clear bad guy in this world for all of us to hate, defeat, and celebrate? Would have avoided all the headache-inducing, complicated morals.

Beatrice looked at Olivia. The ninja actively resisted every temptation this city had to offer. Until she fell to Beatrice's sweet words and ample pleasure. Beatrice couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Even though she wanted Olivia to liven up a little bit, even though Olivia's thinking was far from perfect and often selfish in her own way, it wasn't like Beatrice did what she did for purely altruistic reasons.

Beatrice clenched her empty cup harder. If it was made of glass, it would have shattered long ago. Everything would have been fine if not for that fucking rodent, Felicia!

Beatrice still remembered her nightmare far too clearly. For it was far too close to becoming a dark reality. If Beatrice looked at her situation with harsh criticism, the end result of her "combat training" was that she ran with her tail behind her legs, licking her wounds. Eight levels stronger, yes. With four additional minions of dubious morality. But in a more precarious position than before she entered. And the one person that she wanted to help was fucked and mind broken by a demon.