Lewd Futanari Succubus Ch. 91

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.

All three balls of fire stopped short of hitting Merillia, crashing into an invisible barrier and exploding upon impact. But the residual flames flew past the Queen, as well as Beatrice and Olivia, who now appeared to be within that very barrier.

The Queen then swung her fan and blew Chris back to his starting position as well as evaporating the fire around his fists.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken," Merillia said. "I am no demon."

"You are!" Chris shouted, rising back to his feet. "You, your daughters, that insane, so-called king, the lot of you! Demons and monsters! Torturing, mutilating, killing for sport and laughs! You are worse than the demons!"

"'Mutilating'?" Merillia asked and paused a moment. "Oh! You're one of those 'Black Masks', aren't you? But a bargain was struck, to which you agreed. And now you throw around grievances?"

"You call that a bargain!?" Chris' anger grew and his flames reignited, engulfing his arms whole, growing wilder, larger, and brighter still. "As if any of us were given a choice!"

"There's always a choice," Merillia said. "Just like the choice you made when you broke an agreement. A bargain is sacred. And a breach is sacrilege. Noel!"

The catkin disappeared from where he stood and reappeared behind Chris, bathed in red.

"Kha—" Chris barely let out a breath, stunned, his eyes wide in shock. For his body could do nothing more. Chris' brain instantly cut off all sensations to prevent an explosion of pain that would tear it apart. Not that it did any good to help Chris in anything more than grant him a few short seconds of pain-free existence before his organs and fluids collapsed into the gaping hole where his stomach and groin were supposed to be.

"CHRIIIIIIIIISSS!!" Beatrice cried out for her loyal eunuch as he collapsed into a gory pile.

"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" Liam and Jeremy fell to their knees and hugged each other as they screamed in terror.

"M-mercy!!" Carl begged and ran toward the queen.

Noel turned in Carl's direction, but Carl jumped to the floor and prostrated himself before the Queen long before reaching her.

"I beg of you! I was confused!" Carl wept as he spoke, daring not to even look in Merillia's eyes. "The succubus must have put a spell on me! My thoughts were not my own! If only I could drive her out of my head!" Carl slammed his forehead against the floor. "She corrupted my thoughts! I could only think of cock! Cock and pussy! My mind was cock and pussy! I still crave cock and pussy! Help me, My Queen! I beg forgiveness! I beg for help!"

"Fufufu," Merillia chuckled from behind her fan. "A turncoat for life? You're amusing. Bang your forehead against the marble some more!"

And he did.

"US TOO!!!" Liam and Jeremy ran to Carl and jumped to their knees on either side of him.

"She's a witch!"

"A succubus!"

"Temptress!"

"Demon!"

"She used vile magics on us and our brothers!"

"Bringing death to so many!"

"We were scared!"

"Confused!"

"Bewitched!"

"Please, oh Wise, Glorious Queen Merillia!"

"Mother of our people!"

"Savior of our Kingdom!"

"Find it in your heart to forgive these poor clueless fools!"

The three men begged as they slammed their foreheads bloody.

"Fufufu, aren't they adorable?" Merillia asked Beatrice. "So splendidly and shamelessly pathetic that they're almost cute!"

'Cute' wasn't the word that Beatrice would use, but she had bigger issues. The power that bound her and kept her in the air next to Merillia simply would not budge. Beatrice could not move her arms, nor her legs, not even her tail.

"Do not stop!" Merillia encouraged the three eunuchs. "Show me your devotion! Paint the floor red! Purge your thoughts, purge the weakness! Let them flow in a bloody river!"

"YES, YOUR MAJESTY!!!" the three men slammed their foreheads yet again, firmly on their knees before their Queen, where they belong.

"And what about you?" Merillia asked Ember, who now stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the ruined hall, standing next to defeated Annie. The only conscious person close to Ember was Noel who stood like a statue and seemed to pay no mind to the blood and guts that slowly trickled down his face and body.

"I don't crawl." Ember's reply was short.

"You just haven't been with a proper man yet," the Queen chuckled.

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"AAAAAAAAHN!!!" Olivia let out an orgasmic cry and arched her back, putting her naked body on full display. One hand cupping her breast, the other—with three fingers deep in her pussy.

"Oh, what sweet dreams she must have," Merillia said while admiring every jerking, twisting motion of Olivia's youthful forms. "But dreams pale before reality. Awake and find fulfillment for your tormented soul!"

As she said that, Merillia folded her fan once more and pointed her freed-up arm at Olivia. She then slowly raised Olivia's sweaty body into the air, controlling the ninja girl just like she did Beatrice.

However, unlike Beatrice, Olivia clearly was permitted to move much more freely. And that she did. As Olivia slowly left the world of dreams, her needs only became more severe. Three fingers were no longer even nearly enough to satisfy the ever-growing ache inside her. Olivia rammed four fingers inside her squelching pussy while assaulting her swelling clit with her other hand. Liquids flowed down Olivia's inner thighs while she squeezed the fifth and final digit of her hand into herself.

"Of course, it won't be enough!" Merillia said. "No matter how much you try. No matter how many times you cum. Soon, it will no longer matter even if you get your entire fist inside. No, not "if". 'When'. That will be the turning point. When even pounding your womb with your fist will no longer grant you the sweet release that you desire so desperately, that is when true desperation will set in.

"So, enjoy them! Those fleeting glimpses of euphoria brought upon by increasingly short and unsatisfying orgasms. We both know that they pale in comparison to the fulfillment you felt before. I can smell it! The divine favor that a demon has bestowed upon you! You exude traces of it from your every pore! Look! Even that fool's underlings can feel it!"

Olivia was no longer the only one moaning for satisfaction. Beatrice and Ember saw Annie's three hostages, the last priestesses from Lucarad's "church", squirming and writhing while looking at Olivia with hazy eyes. Even the pain in their hands no longer doused their arousal. Even with the palms of their hands still impaled with nails to the wall behind them, even as blood trickled down their arms, their thoughts became increasingly simple.

The priestesses cursed their bound position. But not because of the pain. Because they could not get closer to the aura that beckoned them. The scent that spread from the floating girl. The scent that got them high. That drove them mad with lust. And they could not even masturbate! They were left with shifting and rubbing their thighs, attempting to get some pleasure.

The priestess who was bound closest to the dark aura attempted to break free from her bondage, but the spike in pain and the wide head of the nail prevented this. For now.

"AAAAAHHH!" Victoria cried from the sharp pain in the palms of her hands and jerked, making her giant tits flop around, loosening her blue robe. But that momentary snap to reality quickly faded. Seconds later Victoria was once again rubbing her thighs while fantasizing about joining the Queen's hostages.

"G-get a grip, you two!" Helen tried to rouse the other two priestesses. Though she sounded less than unconvincing. It was more like her words were meant for herself. For she moved her hips with just as much fervor as her bound friends.

"If... Hnnn! If I could just—" Priscilla, the priestess with blue twin ponytails, bound between Victoria and Helen, desperately reached for a broken chair leg. Frustratingly close, just barely out of reach of her little toes, the chair leg mocked Priscilla. Making the priestess imagine all the wonderful ways she could ride the piece of wood to wonderful orgasms and fill the emptiness within her.

"Ah, what splendid reactions!" Merillia marveled at the spreading lewdness. "They lived ever on the edge under Lucarad's watchful eye. Is it any wonder that it takes the lightest of touches to make them fall?"

"We haven't fallen yet!!" Helen shouted, to the Queen and to herself.

"You say that as you salivate over a chair leg that your orgy partner is clawing for!" Merillia laughed.

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"Hnnnnn~!" Olivia's pleasureful moans gave way to vexation. Rather than moaning from the pleasure, Olivia became increasingly frustrated with her fingers for failing to imitate what could not be imitated.

"Finally, you see it," Merillia said. "Just how inadequate it all is. Husbands, wives, cocks, tongues, even your fingers that are supposed to know you best—they all pale in comparison to giving yourself to a true Demon!"

"Olivia! Snap out of it!" Beatrice called to her friend. "Remember your mission! Remember your sister!"

"Si-ster?" Olivia's eyes refocused, if only for a moment, and her fingers stopped moving.

"That's right!" Beatrice tried to break through while thinking "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What was the damn girl's name!? OH—", "Remember Emily!"

"Emily..." Olivia uttered and let her fingers slip out of her pussy.

"Of you could remember this instead," the Queen said, and something rustled under the sleeve of the arm that controlled Oliva's levitation. A translucent thing moved swiftly, thrusting straight for Olivia's pussy.

"HYUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Olivia screamed and arch her back as her abdomen bulged from the force and depth of the translucent invader that spread her pussy lips apart and provided a view into Olivia's pussy.

A momentary pause lasted just long enough for Olivia's brain to begin to grasp what happened before the thrusts resumed with the speed and depth unmatched by humans. In and out, in and out, in and out, Olivia's pussy and womb were smashed relentlessly.

"AAAHN!! OOOAAAAHHH!" Olivia thrashed in the air, clawing at her own body while in the grip of an invisible entity that held her around her ribs, just below her breasts. A pounding that would quickly become unbearable for a regular woman, quickly drove Olivia to the best orgasm since she awoke.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!" Olivia moaned in ecstasy, remembering what true sex was supposed to feel like. What true orgasms were felt like. She embraced the maddening mix of pain and pleasure that she long with a smile on her face, knowing that the best was yet to come.

"STOP IT!!" Beatrice screamed at Merillia while desperately trying to break free from an invisible, crushing grip. "Let her go!!"

"Why?" Merillia asked with a tinge of annoyance. "Because you said so? Even though I gave this girl exactly what she wanted? Look at how happy she is! She finally reconnected with the true bliss that every woman has a right to experience! I ask you again: why would you deprive her of that? Of something that she can no longer live without. Something that you clearly are incapable of providing! Oh! Of course! Fufufu, jealous, are we?"

"Go to hell, demon worshipper! You're just taking advantage of a vulnerable girl! Lording your demonic powers over others to toy with them under the threat of death! As if a monster like you would give a damn about what others want or need!"

"Hmm? And what is it that you want, 'Savior'?" Merillia asked and stepped closer to Beatrice while leaving Olivia behind her.

"To beat you senseless!" Beatrice replied.

"Ha, that's it, isn't it?" Merillia grinned. "'Hero That Was Promised'! Yet of everything I heard about you it's either of who you want to fuck, who you have fucked, or the bodies that you left in your wake! I have been called a demon, yet to me, you are the true demon in every meaning of the word."

Merillia said all this to the music of Olivia's moans. For despite turning away from the ninja girl, the translucent powers that had sex with Olivia only further increased their fervor. Several more things appeared from beneath Merillia's sleeve and paid attention to every inch of Olivia's feverish body.

"I don't toy with the lives of others for my amusement," Beatrice said.

"A rather weak denial when you do not even bother to challenge the information I have about you," Marilia chuckled. "So be it! You think of me a monster, and you are the same in my eyes. A duel then! A duel between so-called demons. If you win, I let you all go and forgive you for trying to kill my children, deal?"

As if you have any intention of letting us leave! Beatrice thought as she looked into the queen's eyes. They were that of a cat that decided to play with a mouse before devouring it.

"Deal."

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"Splendid!" Queen Merillia cheered Beatrice's agreement to the duel.

What a farce! Beatrice thought. But at least agreeing to the duel doesn't make my current predicament any worse, for now. Maybe I'll be lucky enough and she'll let me out of this grip for that duel of hers? If nothing else, I need to stall and figure out some way to deal with this bitch on a power trip.

"Did you have anything specific in mind or are you open to suggestions?" Beatrice asked.

"Indeed! What duel would be worthy of demons?" Merillia asked herself and moved her arm, inadvertently moving Beatrice with it. Noticing this, Merillia sharply stopped her arm, just as sharply stopping Beatrice as well, making the succubus's tits swing from side to side. And that wasn't the only thing that swung.

"Uh, Beelzebub, do you mind?" Merillia asked while looking at her sleeve.

Beelzebub? Beatrice wondered if she heard right. Didn't that princess also mention some devil's name in her ramblings—?

"UGH!" Beatrice grunted when her entire body was swung again by the otherworldly energy that bound her.

"Ah, that's better," Merillia smiled and freed her right forearm from within her sleeve through a cut. A splendidly perfect, slender forearm. Not a single spot, blemish, or defect on her perfect snow-white skin. Each digit—long and thin like on a magazine cover. Not a single sign that the queen's arm was in any way connected to the energies that she had at her command.

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes! The duel!" Merillia put her index finger to her chin and tapped a few times while thinking. The would-be moment of silence was interrupted by another orgasmic cry from Olivia.

"Do you mind!?" Merillia raised her voice and turned to Olivia. That very moment her left arm's sleeve rustled as if a dozen snakes slithered beneath it, rushing to Olivia. And not two seconds later Olivia's moans were abruptly obstructed by these invisible "snakes" that filled her mouth and pushed forward down, bulging her throat.

"That's better," Merillia said and turned back to Beatrice. "You said you were open to sugg—"

The Queen stopped mid-sentence when her eyes wandered across to the bound succubus's body, stopping at a certain spot beneath Beatrice's short leather skirt.

"But of course!" Merillia exclaimed. "There can be no other choice! A succubus is nothing without her sexual prowess. Perhaps you even think that you're the one who can take care of this girl's needs? Let us put that to the test! The power to please! Surely you would not back off a challenge in what should be your strongest field?"

"Obviously not," Beatrice answered with no excitement for what was to come. If she thinks we're going to take turns assaulting Olivia—

"Wonderful! A duel to see who can make the other cum first!" Merillia smiled. "Noel, signal!"

Seriously?

"Begin." The catkin's soft, dispassionate voice instantly responded to the Queen's command.

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Huh?

Beatrice blinked when she saw a familiar notification appear in her mind's eye. It took Beatrice a moment to catch up to what just happened before her brain fully registered that all too familiar feeling of pleasant tingling and cum rushing through her cock. But it left a taste in Beatrice's mouth that was nothing but sour. Unexpected, unwanted, premature, mortifying. Beatrice looked down and saw what she felt: her half-limp cock oozing cum. Behind her, she felt the same: her tail had too betrayed her, responding to her cock.

"Oh? That's it?" Queen Merillia looked at Beatrice's early firing with disdain. "I can't believe I expected anything more."

This isn't over—

"UAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Beatrice cried out as her whole body jolted and spasmed in the ethereal grip while white fireworks flashed in her mind.

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"To think that you dared approach me with such a low level of sexual prowess. Disgraceful!" Merillia grimaced and Beatrice was thrown away from the Queen's presence. A stream of cum painted an arc of Beatrice's flight before she harshly landed and slid across the floor.

"The amount of semen you unleash is acceptable, at least," Merillia said. "You might be worth keeping as a temporary plaything for one of my daughters. As for the fire mage that keeps on standing there like a statue. Noel, get that eyesore out of my sight!"

No later than the Queen finished her command the small catkin disappeared from sight only to appear behind Ember in a blink of an eye.

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"Oh?" Queen Merillia displayed slight surprise when she looked at her servant Noel and saw no additional fresh blood upon his small body after appearing behind Ember.

Indeed, though Noel's expressionless face continued to display no emotion, his additional movements displayed that something was amiss. The catkin first looked at his hands and saw only the drying blood from his previous victim. Noel then looked back at his current target. There was indeed a Noel-sized hole in Ember's body. However, no blood poured from it. No guts spilled out onto the floor. Only yellow flames danced around the edges of the hole before spreading and engulfing the rest of Ember's body, revealing to be nothing more than a fire clone and evaporating from sight.

Noel turned his head to one side, then another. He then turned to Merillia and said, "It appears that the fire mage is no longer here. And by 'here' I mean—"

"I got it," Merillia said. "It seems I got too distracted with all these adorable new pets and did not notice her switch."

"Shall I search for her?" Noel asked.

"No, stay 'here'." Merillia commanded. "It does not matter where she ran off to. If she's still in the palace, she'll be found soon enough. And if not, then she's not worth sparing a single thought on. Now, where were we?"

Merillia looked at the naked, moaning girl, floating in the air just a couple of feet from the Queen. "Floating" was one way to describe Olivia's condition. Under complete control of the translucent forces that were unleashed from under Merillia's single sleeve, it was increasingly improbable that Olivia was even aware of anything that happened around her or where she even was. Her ass, mouth, pussy, ears, even nostrils—every single hole she had was properly plugged up. That was all that mattered.

*Thud*

Liam collapsed face-first into a puddle of his, Carl's, and Jeremy's blood.