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.

"Erm, I'm sorry," Zeke apologized to Pete after the shocking discovery that Remi had in fact loved Pete all along, and now would never have a chance to confess her feelings. "I didn't know. What I said before... That was insensitive of me. I... I'm sure that even if Remi's body and mind are under the demon's diabolical spell, deep in her soul she still loves you!"

"But even if they're separated like this, perhaps there is something Pete can still do for her?" Ivan asked.

"Yeah, yeah! That's right!" Donald sprung back up energetically. "Think about it! Remi just got thrown to the wolves there as if she's just as lost as all the others. But! If she still loves Pete, she'll resist! As long as she can she'll resist, I'm sure of it!"

"But she has no chance in there all by herself," Ivan pointed out.

"That's right! That's why we must act with haste!" Donald urged the others to action.

"Ah, I see," Zeke stroked his chin.

"Think about it Pete!" Donald encouraged the young guard. "You have a chance to save Remi! If you can get to her, get through to her, confess your love, you two might be the ones to overcome the Taint with your bond!"

"I do not know if something like this has ever been tried," Ivan said.

"Which is all the more reason we have to try!" Donald got more and more energetic.

"I... I wish it were that easy," Pete said, dejected. "It all sounds too good to be true."

"And what's the alternative?" Zeke asked Pete. "Just sit here until the last spark of humanity within Remi is extinguished? You're going to twiddle your thumbs until Flavna returns to lop off Remi's head?"

"Lad, look at it this way," Donald put his hand on Pete's shoulder. "Even if you cannot get through to Remi, you'll still be saving her. None of those sick creeps inside that cell love her! Most of them don't even know her!"

"Yeah! What right do they have to fuck her!?" Zeke added. "They just view her as a warm hole to stick their dick into."

"And they will fuck Remi relentlessly," Donald continued. "Minute after minute, hour after hour, for as long as they breathe, until she is reduced to nothing more than a cum-guzzling, cock-serving pleasure slave like the rest of them!"

"You have a chance—no, a duty—to defend Remi's dignity. Even if she never knows or remembers."

"Even if worse comes to pass and these are her last days," Ivan added.

"All the more reason to make those last days honorable," Zeke said. "No matter how you look at it, it's Pete's duty to act. If he truly loves her, as he claims—"

"Of course, I do!" Pete shouted.

"Shit!" Donald exclaimed while looking into the opening in the door. "They're fucking Remi in her ass right now!"

"NO!!" Pete screamed.

"The bastards!" Ivan cursed.

"How dare they!" Zeke was outraged. "Defiling a pure young woman when she has a man that loves her!"

"You wouldn't do that to her, would you, Pete?" Donald asked.

"Of course not!" The very idea to Pete was preposterious. "In-in the butt? Never!"

"Yeah, you're not like the others are you, Pete?" Zeke stated. "Those simple-minded barbarians!"

"Yeah, you'd be gentle with her right?" Donald insisted.

"Of course!"

"Take it slow," Zeke continued. "Kiss her all over. Make sure she's comfortable..."

"You're a true gentleman aren't you, Pete?" Donald smiled.

"Heck even I couldn't be that patient!" Zeke sighed and sulked in shame. "I'm not even worthy of a sweet girl like that!"

"We can only hope to one day have a chance that we don't even deserve," Ivan said as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Oh fuck!" Donald cursed again.

"What is it?" Zeke asked. "What do you see?"

"One guy is shoving his cock deep in her mouth," Donald reported.

"What!?" Pete was distraught.

"The fiend!" Ivan clenched his fist.

"She's gagging!" Donald commenced play-by-play commentary. "Tears are rolling form her eyes! Ah, he paused."

"He did?" Zeke exclaimed in surprise.

"Did he finally grow a conscience?" Ivan asked.

"Far from it!" Donald said. "He just spat right in Remi's face, slapped her with his cock and jammed it right back in!!"

"Monster!"

"Pig!"

"She's gagging even more now but nobody's helping her! Oh, wait!"

"What is it?" Zeke asked. "Is someone finally coming to the rescue?"

"Well, he might be coming soon indeed, he-he—" Donald suddenly coughed. "I-I mean, no, that man is not coming to Remi's rescue. He has a big ugly dick, it's hard, and he's grabbing Remi's ass, lifting it up."

"You mean to tell me that instead of helping the poor girl who's gagging from a rough throatjob, he's planning to ass-fuck her instead?" Zeke asked.

"That is most certainly what is happening," Donald confirmed, his eye all but glued to narrow opening in the door.

"Let me through!!" Pete rushed to the door with his key in hand.

Donald instantly jumped aside. And while Pete hastily tried to unlock the door with shaking hands the three guards stood behind him with wide, shameless grins plastered across their faces.

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"Hold on, Remi—ghuh—!" Pete got shoved to the side before he could get two steps into the giant cell full of horny-out-of-their-minds men, women, and beastkin.

Zeke, Donald, and Ivan, all ran over Pete, Ivan even stepped on Pete's back with his giant steel boot, sending a particularly nasty and sharp jolt of pain through Pete's back.

"Take the key from the naïve fool!" Zeke shouted back to Donald and Ivan while he himself undid the straps on his armor and ran to the big-tittiest big-titty female in heat he could find.

"Sorry, lad, nothing personal," Ivan told Pete as he tore off the keychain from Pete's trousers and then got up to join the festivities.

Few of the inmates even noticed the intruders. How could they when all their attention was on the respective dicks and pussies they gave to and received from each other? One tanned, skinny girl noticed the fresh dicks ripe for sucking. Her current partner had finally run dry and was now only spurting air and cum dust, however, two tigerkin brothers pinned the tanned lass down before she got anywhere close to the new arrivals. Moments later her mouth and pussy were already spoken for, and soon enough she'd get knotted for good measure.

"FINALLY!!" Zeke screamed with ecstatic joy and plunged face-first into two mountains of love and joy.

The two objects of Zeke's desire were bigger than watermelons and squashier than jelly, and Zeke went "brrrrr" as he whirled in their softness, overjoyed like a kid on Christmas.

"Ahhh, I always wanted to do this!" Donald all but purred as he rubbed himself against a cheetahkin's slim, furry, well-groomed body.

Natasha was not just any cheetahkin. A B-rank in the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild, she was quite popular among those who grew tired or were never interested in the shaved, silky-skinned human girls of the Guild. Her breasts may have had more hair than any human male ever managed to sport on his chest, but Donald didn't mind. He preferred it. And not many could fault him. Natasha always took good care of her fur. Not a single hair on Natasha's body was ever coarse or out of place. Never too long, never too short, just the right cut to accentuate her female forms. Darker shades of orange on her back, head, and upper face, lighter on the sides, dotted black, and a snow-white neck and belly.

Donald didn't even penetrate. He just kept rubbing his body and cock against Natasha's coat so pleasant that it made Donald tingle.

"U-ugh," Pete groaned as he tried to get himself back up, though his body refused to obey. "R-Remi?"

Pete looked around for the love of his life in the torchlit dimness that hung over the cell orgy. Lights from the torches danced and reflected off the sweaty bodies of the Tainted victims of the Demon Corruption as well as off the willing and eager participants. Pete clenched his fists in anger when he saw Zeke and Donald, realizing that he was shamelessly used by them.

As Pete looked for Remi he also saw Ivan—engaged in depravities too sick to describe in the tongues of men. Pete threw up on the spot. Through the stomach-churning sickness and disgust, Pete hoped, at least, to throw up those images that were already burned into his eyes and brain. Alas, Pete would carry that horrific memory until the day he died.

"U... Uuuu~" Pete broke down in tears. How could his life go so wrong so fast? Even when he closed his eyes to wipe away the tears, he saw that forsaken image of Ivan: grinning like a demon, copulating worse than one.

In a moment of utter anguish, Pete reached for his sword. His mind filled with fantasies of bloody vengeance. As bloody as possible, as violent as possible. Maybe that would overwrite the mental scarring he received?

Yes!Pete grinned.Paint over it! Paint it red! Paint it with their blood and guts!

Before Pete knew it, he was on his feet already. His bloodthirst fueled him, gave him the strength needed to rise to his feet, the strength to act. Pete clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands so hard that he started bleeding. Pete found out that he liked that pain. And he had a feeling that he might just like to spread the pain even more.

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Pete moved slowly, putting all his weight on one leg, then another, holding on to his sword as if it was the only thing that kept him upright. Pete zigzagged through the dark cell, moving through the copulating bodies toward his target.

Pete tried not to look directly where he was going even as he approached ever closer. The images of the few excruciatingly long seconds he was unfortunate to witness as well as the continuous sub-human grunts and cries were all the guidance Pete needed. He did not need any more. Even when Pete stared right at his feet as he dragged himself across the unremarkable, stained, sticky stone he sawthat.

The change in the vocals indicated the change of partners that Ivan performed his acts with. Pete grew increasingly anxious as he approached those sounds. He managed to never take a life until this day. He thought it impossible. Immoral. And now, as he approached, Pete remembered the ideologies of his previous life, the life before he opened the door. How foolish he was.

And yet, even now, standing just a few short steps from Ivan's naked back, Pete hesitated. He knew there was no going back after this. Striking an unaware, defenseless man's back. The last shreds of his previous self stayed his hands.

Even such a beast,Pete thought.The others surely won't defend him. No one could. If we all apprehend him, lock him up as the sick animal as he is, maybe I'll be able to—

Pete saw a flash of hazel hair swing across the cum-stained floor underneath Ivan's bulky back. Pete recognized the toned thighs that wrapped around Ivan's waist. He instantly recognized the fingers of the hand he hoped one day to hold. He raised his sword and swung down hard. Again. And again. And again. Again. Again. Again.

Pete struck the twitching body across the back with rage-filled, chaotic hits, but even in this frenzied state Pete's scrawny arms prevented him from generating enough force to cut through the spine even as he mutilated Ivan's back. And that was fine. Perfect even!

Pete reveled in Ivan's agonizing screeches. They splendidly overwrote the sounds he heard before. Pete took deep breaths from the mist of blood that flew from the gashes across Ivan's back. They did well to mask the stench of sex and cum that permeated the poorly ventilated cell. Pete savored the metallic taste in his mouth, hoping to quash the taste of vomit that brought Pete memories of his weakness and Ivan's wickedness.

Pete could not tell when he passed from beating a cripple to beating a lump of dead flesh, but the screams of his former comrades awoke Pete enough from his frenzy to look right into Zeke's furious eyes just as he thrust his bloodied sword through Zeke's undefended belly.

"Gh-hhuu—" Zeke choked on his own blood after accidentally impaling himself on Pete's blade and tearing his own guts apart. "Y-you... L-little... What the hell do you think YOU'RE DOOOIIIIING!?!?"

Zeke raised his short sword for a vengeful blow, but Pete turned the handle of his sword and roughly pulled out of Zeke, spilling the naked soldier's guts and sapping him of what little strength he had.

"My duty to protect Remi's dignity," Pete answered as he watched the light fade from Zeke's eyes.

Pete then turned his head to look for Donald. The Tainted paid no mind to soft cocks. And Donald was too engrossed in his love for beastkin fur. All too late he realized the difference between cries of ecstasy and cries of death.

The first swing went across Donald's forearms which he raised to defend himself. The second swing severed the Achilles tendon of his right leg as he tried to run and fell from the sudden sharp pain.

"AAAH!! Stop!!" Donald begged as he scrambled back on his feet while Pete continued to casually cripple his legs. "PLEAAAASEEEEE!!"

"You were right!" Pete laughed a little as he swung his sword from side to side, making increasingly light cuts across Donald's legs. "I'm going to save Remi! Only I can do it!"

"THEN GO SAVE HEEEER!!" Donald bawled as he tried to crawl away from Pete.

"That's what I'm doing!" Pete shouted as he made another cut. "By ridding this world of the likes of you! The worst of scum! Taking advantage of our pure love for your sick perversions! You don't deserve to live! You can't save Remi! You can't save anyone! But I can! I'm different from you, degenerates!"

"I'm SORRYY!! I'M SOO SOOORRRYYYY! UUAAAAGH!! PLEASE! AAGH!! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!!"

"It's no use!! You were right! Ha-ha-ha! You were right and you didn't even know it! But I know it now! I'm different! Only me! I'm different from you! I'm different from these simple-minded barbarians! Only I can save Remi! You were right all along, ha-ha-ha! So, go ahead and die! Die so that I can save Remi! She won't be safe until you're all dead! So, die!"

"P-phlease—"

"Please die! For Remi's sake! You all have to die so that she can live! You hear that, Remi!? I'll save you! Ha-ha! I'll save you! And then we'll finally be together! UAHAHAHAHAHA!"

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"Ahhhhh~~" Pete moaned as he pulled his bloodied sword out of another lifeless body. "Are you watching, Remi? Can you see how much I've grown to protect you?"

Pete then wiped the blood off one side his sword with his hand, brought it to his face and smeared the blood across his face: from his forehead to the mouth. Pete breathed in deeply through his nose and mouth, savoring the scent of righteousness that he grew increasingly addicted to.

"I've always watched you Remi," Pete said and licked a little blood off his fingers. "And now you get to watch me. Are you just as in of me awe as I was of you?"

Remi didn't listen. She scuttered from body to body, looking for one with a pulse and hot blood in their hard cock.

"Don't worry, Remi, they're all dead," Pete said serenely and finally turned toward the love of his life. "None of them can hurt you anymore. I've made sure of it!"

"Ahn! Come on!" Remi desperately tried to shake another corpse back to life, seemingly unaware of the finality of what Pete had done.

Pete sighed as he watched Remi on all fours, shaking her naked ass in the air. He looked around and picked up some clothes that weren't completely drenched in blood and then maneuvered through the countless mutilated corpses to Remi.

"Here, cover yourself up," Pete threw the clothes on Remi's naked back. Her ass was still toward him. "And stop shaking your butt so indecently! Ah... I'm sorry. Everything will be fine. You'll get better once take you away from here, and then we'll finally be together. Just the two of us! Forever—"

"NO!!" Remi shouted and tackled Pete.

The young man was so surprised that he slipped on the pool of blood he created and fell back, Remi on top of him.

"I don't want to go away from here!!" Remi screamed. "Not without Mary!! I don't want to be with anyone except Mary!!"

"Y-you... The princess!?" Pete asked in shock. "You want to be with that psychotic spoiled brat!? She's as bad as she gets!"

"WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!!" Remi screamed. "She will be my Queen, and I—her loyal cum slut!"

"W-what are you saying!?" Pete's voice trembled. "The Remi I know would never—No, you're just confused because of this place. We have to leave—"

"I WILL NOT!!" Remi screamed and put her hands around Pete's neck. "I will not leave without Mary! You want to part us! I'll kill you before that happens!!"

"S-she put you under some-huuirk-spell?" Pete struggled to speak, to breathe, but did not dare hurt the love of his life. The one for whom he finally changed, finally grew. "I'll have to find and kill her before we leave."

"NEVER!!" Remi squeezed harder. "I will not live without her dominant girl-cock! I want to feel her in my ass again! Ohh, I miss it so badly! I want to gag on her thick meat while she plays with the cock she bestows upon me for my good service. She will even let me fuck her! I know she will! We will fuck each other's asses and pussies, and mouths, and throats, and choke, and drink, and sustain each other on cum until the end of time! Our girl-cocks will not be parted!! Not by the likes of you!!! DIEEE!!"

"Ghhh-ENOUGH!!!" Pete bellowed and threw Remi off.

"Aahh!?" Remi screamed as she flew back and landed harshly on the floor, injuring her right elbow. "U-ugh..."

"You might have bested me when I was a weakling," Pete said as he slowly got up and picked up his sword. "I might have even let you, the fool that I was. But I have awakened to the reality of this world. To the ugliness of it. The evil it is capable of. And what must be done with it. I cannot let myself be killed. Not even by you."

"UAARGH!" Remi jumped up to attack Pete again, but he just smacked her across the face right back down.

"The corruption within you is stronger than I thought, but don't you worry—Iwillsave you!" Pete said as he undid his trousers. "Our love is stronger than any corruption, than any demons! I will banish that demon that made its vile nest within you! Even if I have to fuck it out of you!"

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"NO!! LET GO!!" Remi screamed from under Pete, struggling to get free while she still had the chance. However, Pete, like a man possessed, sat on top of Remi and held her down with one hand while he removed everything that would be in the way of "curing" Remi, including even his bloodied breastplate.

"Silence, foul demon!" Pete raised his trembling voice. Even as he got undressed, even while struggling to hold Remi down, his dick was solid as stone. Even if Remi was under a demon's control, it was still Remi's body. Her perky tits, her hard nipples, her narrow, toned belly, her pussy, oh, her pussy! A short bush, perfectly formed pussy lips, wet, so wet! Defiled by the unworthy, by the corrupted, by the sick. But they all paid the ultimate price for touching Remi's forbidden place. All that was left was to cleanse it with his dick.

"Using this pure body for your foul intents! How dare you!" Pete grabbed Remi's breast and squeezed it tight. He touched it! He finally touched it! After so long! Yet, he did it so roughly. Not lovingly at all. Not how he imagined it. It was all the demon's fault! For making him this way!