Lewd Futanari Succubus

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.

Ember effortlessly sidestepped the wide, telegraphed, clumsy swing and continued on her theorizing about Charles' sole seeming immunity to Ava's milk. "Maybe you're just too dumb to know what's good for you?"

"I may be dumb, but at least I'm not a failed freak!" Charles shouted back.

Another swing, another wild miss.

"What abnormality convinces you to continue trying?" Ember asked. "Even you should be able to comprehend that you cannot win. If I wanted to, you'd be dead already."

"You're not as perfect as you lead on!" Charles declared and for a short moment managed to get a sliver of Ember's attention. He then pointed to the redhead's private area with his sword and screamed, his spit getting caught in his preposterous moustache, "Your unholy perversion is already coming undone! Just like you will!"

"Oh?" Ember looked down and only now realized that her temporary gift from Beatrice was shrinking. "Time must be up. So, she can use it again then. How about it, moustache? You want a proper cock to replace the thing that you're so clearly compensating for?"

"I compensate for nothing!"

Swing and a miss.

Ember sighed. "I suppose the explanation is just that simple: all the goodness just got caught up in that floor mop of yours. Here, let me help!"

Charles barely had the time to blink before he had Ember's hand at the back of his head and got thrown off his feet with a force that should not be possible for a girl of Ember's modest frame. Before Charles knew it, his lips were around a hard nipple, and he felt delicious, thick liquid pour into his mouth.

"Argh!?" Ava cried out. The pricking of Charles' thick moustache against her fair skin was far from pleasant.

"Oh, my bad," Ember said and pulled Charles off the milky tit.

"Wh-what are you--!?" Charles barely had the time to process what he tasted. Yet that very taste might have softened what had come next.

Ember slid her index finger across Charles moustache like a match across the side of a matchbox and lit a spark. Except the figurative match wasn't what was lit on fire.

"U-UAAAH!!" Charles screamed, his moustache burning bright and hot literally right under his nose.

"That's what you get for scratching such sensitive areas with your old floor map," Ember said and then grabbed the tit that Charles was momentarily fed on just moments earlier. "But don't you worry--I'll put it out... When the time is right."

And the time was right when Charles' moustache was no more. Ember squeezed Ava's tit and doused the few remaining spots of yellow-orange under Charles' nose with an abundant layer of the only fire-extinguishing liquid she had on hand. By then Charles' moustache was no more. And with no barrier to protect his mouth and nose, Charles was all but drowned in the stuff as Ember squeezed, again and again, filling up the Purple Cape's mouth and nostrils to the brim.

"Drink up and thank the nice lady with your tongue!" Ember commanded. She yanked Charles' chin up and forced the man to swallow before attaching him back to the very same tit to suckle on.

Ember held Charles' head down as his mouth filled up with more and more milk. So much in fact, that his cheeks puffed up even as he tried to gulp as much of it down as fast as he could.

"No fair!! Why does he get special treatment!?" the other Purple Capes complained as they got around Beatrice, Ava, Ember, and Charles.

Joshua would not need much convincing to get in on the action, but even Felix now found himself increasingly unable to withstand another second without more fresh nectar, directly from the source. All six Purple Capes wanted what Charles got handed on a silver platter.

"Seven mouths, but only two nipples to suckle on, ain't that an issue?" Ember laughed.

Olivia did her best to pretend she did not see or hear any of it while standing watch at the other door that led further into the Pits.

"I guess, you'll just have to share!" Ember said to Charles and pulled the man off the tit before he drowned in the milk.

And yet, despite nearly drowning in Ava's milk, Charles screamed and cried. Even as he was pulled away, Charles reached with both hands for the tit that kept releasing more and more nectar, the only thing that had any taste or substance in this bleak, hopeless, miserable world.

"Please!" Charles begged. "Please, I cannot live without it!"

"Get in line!" the youngest Purple Cape grabbed Charles and used him as a stepping stone on the floor to get closer to Ava, only to get kicked in the face and tumble backward right next to Charles.

"That'll do!" Ember said to the seven hungry Purple Capes, keeping them well out of reach of the source of the milk.

And as Beatrice climaxed and poured her own white nectar into Ava's pussy, Ava moaned and arched her back, and expelled even more nectar of her own all over the seven Purple Capes, all of whom accepted the gift bestowed upon them with spread arms and tongues out of their wide-open mouth.

"Oh, shit!" Olivia exclaimed when she saw several figures approaching their position. One of those figures had a familiar mark she saw once before. "A captain!"

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"Ahn, you're not too bad!" Beatrice whispered to Ava and stuck three fingers into Ava's mouth and have the girl lick them like it's a cock in a need of service while fucking the pussy of the lactating Purple Cape.

Not that Beatrice even needed to do much of anything. Ava continued to fuck herself as she lactated more and more. Shaking her hips and moaning like it was the greatest cock on earth while showering her comrades in copious amounts of her increasingly addictive milk, Ava was in heaven. Lost in heaven. In need of a heavenly cock to fertilize her with heavenly seed.

Ava may not have had the words for what she felt (not while worshiping the fingers of the woman that brought her to heaven), but her actions and orgasms spoke for her. And though Beatrice did not come here with express intention of cumming into every hole she could find, to feel this wanted was not bad at all. And feeling this fit girl--who was supposedly Beatrice's sworn enemy--cum over and over while impaling herself on the fat demon fucker cock, was just enough to get Beatrice past her initial sex fatigue and into a mood for another creampie into a needy pussy.

-89.6 AP

Level31 (87%)

Still no level up, but Beatrice was coming ever closer to that next Skill Point after unloading into the pussy of a lactating brunette who kept the entire guardpost fed with her breast milk.'

"A captain!" Beatrice heard Olivia's cry just as her cock shot its last spurts into Ava's clamping pussy.

Olivia jumped back from the doorway through which a grotesque figure barely squeezed through.

"In the name of our great lord Belmot, what is the meaning of this shameless depravity!?" the figure bellowed with presumed authority.

A captain's emblem on the chest of the man's armor brought to attention his rank within the hierarchy of this place, but it beggared belief that such a creature could even stand, let alone be in position of power and authority in a unit that relied on strength.

The man wore a custom-made uniform. A grotesque modification of the standard and functional Purple Cape plated armor made to somehow wrap around the many layers of his absurdly large body. And large it was, but not because of too many nights spent at the gym. If there was a gym in this world, no equipment there would fit this Captain's proportions for his largeness came in the form of the wideness of his torso and enough fat to lubricate a pan the size of this city. The biggest compliment the captain could hope for was that his body was approaching the perfect geometrical form: a sphere.

"Firebolt!" Ember fired off a simple fire magic from the tip of her pinky.

The fire bounced off the plated armor on the captain's belly and the armor wobbled to the rhythm of the fat that it covered.

"Ha! Fool!" the absurdly obese man laughed and beat his belly like a drum. "You think that magic of such level could pierce throughtheselayers?"

"Ugh," Olivia looked at the captain in disgust and Beatrice couldn't blame her. The captain could not have been any less than seven or eight hundred pounds in weight. He all but dragged his belly with each heavy step.

"Lesser men are incapable of eating enough to maintain such exquisite form!" the captain laughed proudly. "While they worry about the girth of their puny cocks, I train the girth of my gullet to stuff pounds of lard whole!"

Isn't this city supposed to be starving?Beatrice asked herself.

"It took decades to cultivate this pure and natural armor," the captain spoke as he slowly dragged himself toward Ember like a chemically enhanced, overfed lizard. "And you expected to pierce it with that level of magic!?"

"Ember..." Beatrice spoke her fiery bodyguard's name in reminder.

"I know, I know," Ember sighed in frustration.

The succubus was clear that Ember was not to use her more destructive magic unless absolutely necessary to avoid unnecessary casualties amongst the Purple Capes that Beatrice planned to use to gain more experience.

"Captain Grizwald!!" more soldiers came rushing through the door and appeared from behind their Captain's spherical shadow.

"You stay back!" Grizwald ordered the dozen men and women that formed a line behind him. "As for the failures before me: Listen up! You have one chance to redeem your worthless existence! Whatever it is you think you're doing, pick up your weapons and slice to pieces the three female sows that do not belong here and serve them to me skinless and deboned! If not, I will devour you after I feast on these insolent cows!"

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"Miiiiiiiiiiilk~!" was the only answer Captain Grizwald got from the addicted Purple Capes that showered in the rain of Ava's milk. They stuck their tongues out for it, they galloped it up, moaned, and masturbated to complement the pleasure of the most delicious meal they could remember in their shallow lives.

"Simpletons!" Grizwald shouted. "Your lives will not end swiftly nor painlessly! I'll eat you all alive bit by bit, cook you slowly, one limb at a time! I'll savor every juicy finger while you cry in delirious agony!!"

None of the milk guzzlers paid any mind to Grizwald's threats. The Purple Capes behind the bloated Captain were far more intimidated, sweaty, and scared for what was to come when their Captain got like this. Each tried to increase the distance from their captain one inch at a time. No one wanted to be the closest to him, yet nobody wanted to stand out as the biggest coward. A careful dance of terrified chickens, all of whom secretly hoped that their grotesque roosted would somehow just drop dead.

"You, Demon Fucker!" Grizwald pointed at Beatrice who had Ava on her hard cock. "What did you do to Belmot's loyal soldiers!? Undo your vile magics and I may show you mercy."

"How generous of you," Ember scoffed.

"I wasn't speaking to you, Lucarad's whore!" Grizwald growled at Ember.

"..."

"Oh yes!" Grizwald's sickly fish lips formed a caricature of a smile. "Do not think I do not know who you are. A street rat like you living in our Glorious King's palace? How many assholes did you have to lick to rise to Lucarad's inner circle? Tell us: does he clean it after taking a shit? Or he has prostitutes like you to do it for him?"

"Curtain Fall," Ember said.

"Wait, Ember--" Beatrice called out to the spited redhead, but it was too late. A wall of fire dropped from the ceiling right on top of Grizwald's greasy bald head.

"UAAAH!?" Grizwald's Purple Capes scattered from the searing flames that engulfed their captain. They pressed against the walls, several of them ran through the door they came through before the fire cut off the exit.

"HAHAHAHAHA!!" maniacal laughter came from within Ember's wall of fire. And as the heat of the fire slowly lessened a familiar spherical silhouette became increasingly visible in the dancing flames. The fires grew weaker and shorter, and the figure within that should have been turned to charcoal sounded perfectly fine. "You still think your puny party tricks can harm me? I'll cook your pussy on your own flames, carve it up and share it with my men!"

"Oh, I'm just getting warmed up," Ember snarled. Blazing bright fires ignited in the palms of her hands and quickly engulfed them as the fires grew in power.

"Ember, don't!" Beatrice called again to her bodyguard. "I've got this!"

"Yesss, little ass-licker, listen to the Demon Fucker!" Grizwald laughed while the fires lowered further, just inches away from revealing his unharmed oily head that should have caught fire, yet somehow defied the heat of Ember's magic. "And tell you what, my main concern is the Demon Fucker. If you drop to your knees and lick my asshole like it's our Gods' greatest gift, I will spare your life! We could even feast on the roasted breasts of that cow-titted fucker!"

And just as the fires settled down and allowed Grizwald to finally see his surroundings again, he saw two hard, lactating nipples pointing right in his eyeballs.

"Pass," Beatrice said and squeezed hard Ava's breasts, unleashing milk straight into Grizwald's eyes.

"AAAAARGH!!!" Grizwald screamed and closed his eyes in pain, but it was too late. Ava's breast milk was meant for drinking, not to be used as eye drops. But as Grizwald screamed, he let the milk fulfill its purpose as it poured down his face and into his open mouth.

Grizwald tried to back off, but Beatrice wrapped her tail around the misshapen lump of fat that was the merging of his quadruple chins and diseased neck. She held Grizwald's head and mouth in place while aiming Ava's breasts straight into the depths of Grizwald's giant gullet he was so proud of.

"GLUGHHHRLRL!! GHUAARRGHGHKL!!" Grizwald cursed and gurgled as he choked on Ava's milk while flailing the fat trunks that were his arms.

"Sorry, can't hear you," Beatrice said while casting [Arousing Touch] on Grizwald through her tail.

Hm, it was D-rank,Beatrice thought. And with her remaining Skill Point she enhanced her [Arousing Touch] Skill to (+1) and C rank, and used that too while squeezing more milk down Grizwald's throat.

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"This Captain is all over the place, so better increase my chances against him,"was Beatrice's reasoning for doubling down on her [Arousing Touch] Skill.

Skill Enhancement: Arousing Touch (+1)

Rank:C

Type: Eros Craft / Active

Cost: 50 Stamina

Cooldown: 20 minutes

Description: With a single touch the Succubus can increase the arousal of her target.For maximum effect touching erogenous zones is recommended. Great Willpower orB-Rank and higher protective spells are required to remain unaffected.

Requires direct skin contact between the Succubus and the target.

Minimum Requirements:

Character level: 25

Skill Points in Eros Craft: 15

Previously C-Rank protective spells were required to cancel out the arousing magic. And while Captain Grizwald certainly seemed more than capable of withstanding direct magic attacks (and probably physical ones too), Beatrice had her suspicions that the sick pervert would be far more susceptible to her Eros Craft.

The Succubus gave the Captain enough credit to increase the power of her [Arousing Touch], but that was also because she wanted to increase her chances of resolve the situation with Eros Craft as much as possible and avoid Ember's scorched earth approaches.

Certainly, there was no guarantee that Grizwald would not be able to resist the enhanced version too, but Beatrice bet against this one-note simpleton having such high resistances. And even if he did, in Beatrice's mind it was still a worthwhile investment in the long-term of one solitary Skill Point regardless of whether it worked in this situation or not.

"UUHGLRGHL!?" Grizwald's eyes bulged as he gurgled and choked on Ava's milk. And yet his tongue waggled with greater purpose and his lips puckered forward, reaching for the source of the increasingly tasty drink.

Beatrice had her answer.

Captain Grizwald grabbed Ava and pressed her chest against his giant mouth hole. He opened wide-- drool and milk pouring over his fat fish lips--and enveloped a good portion of Ava's massively overdeveloped milkers.

"C-captain, what about us?" one of the addicted Purple Capes asked as he crawled to the Captain that monopolized the only source of their new white drug.

"Y-yes, please!" another man begged as he tugged on Grizwald's leg. "Share some with us-GHUHH--"

A kick to the stomach was all the addict got as Grizwald had no intention of sharing. He never did. Instead, he sucked even more, sucking in more and more of Ava's overgrown breasts into his mouth.

By now, an average man's mouth would struggle with taking in anything more than Ava's nipples and areolas. But Grizwald did not have an average mouth. His cheeks inflated like a bubble fish, more than half of both Ava's breasts was already inside his mouth, his throat muscles worked non-stop to swallow every pump of white juice he sucked out of Ava, and he was not stopping.

"C-captain..." one of the Purple Capes that came with Grizwald spoke up timidly. Supposedly they were here to take care of the insolent intruders, yet now their captain was doing the same thing he threatened to kill for.

A few of the sane men looked at each other nervously. Their thoughts were plain to see. Confirmed by one of the men who slowly moved toward the exit, inch by inch, with his back pressed against the wall. Nothing good was to come and they all realized it. The fire had finally died down and they had a chance to get out of here.

A few men nodded in agreement and turned to run, but a chillingly loud snap of fingers crushed their hopes. A wall of fire rose in the empty doorway and the owner of the flames smiled as she said, "You're not going anywhere."

"Going!? Who's going!?" Grizwald let out Ava's breasts out of his mouth and turned to his men. "If you have time to go, then get over here and undo my pants!"

"Ehh, Captain?"

"You heard me! Undo my pants or I'll undo your birth!" Grizwald screamed. He then turned to Ember and said, "you, fire-whore! Get over here and put a flame under this cow's tits to warm up the milk more."

"What!?" Beatrice asked.

"Fuck you!" was Ember's reply.

"Whatever, your fire skills suck anyway!" Grizwald said. "Men! One of you go light yourself on fire and coma back here as a human torch so that I can start cooking this cow!"

The sane Purple Capes looked at each other nervously. But Grizwald had no patience for hesitation. He turned to the addicted guards instead and said, "the first one of you to bring me fire will get to share the cow's left tit!"

The addicts jumped at the opportunity and instantly started to fight each other for the right to burn the other alive for the opportunity to drink some hot mommy milk.

"Beatrice..." Olivia called to the succubus.

"Yeah, this is getting weird," Beatrice said.

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"Stop resisting and let me burn you for milk!" Charles grunted, foaming at the mouth as he tackled Joshua.