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.

While Beatrice waited for the two-minute cooldown to use [Fast(er) Recovery] on Olivia, she brought up her character information tab to confirm the level-up notifications that kept popping up before her eyes just minutes before.

Information

Name Beatrice

Age 18

Class Succubus

Level 12 (14%)

Health Points 340/340 (+0.64/sec)

Arousal Points 9.2 /155 (+0.01/sec)

Stamina Points 120/130 (+0.325/sec)

Physical Attack 12

Physical Defense 13

Magic Attack 14

Magic Defense 17

Speed 8

So that wasn't a mistake, Beatrice concluded. Two more levels... I'm really making progress. The level-gaining rate was out of this world this time. Why though? The 'EXP gained through sex' in the 'Sexual Tally' tab confirms that the level distribution is not completely random. Though this whole system is confusingly gamified, there should be some logic to it. More experience for threesomes?

Certainly, I remember gaining levels in my previous times too, but I don't remember gaining two within such a short time. Or am I mistaken? And if I remember correctly, in leveling games each level is supposed to take longer to acquire than the previous one. Did it have something to do with Olivia? Something specific I did to her? Or something that she did?

"Bah! Guessing is annoying!" Beatrice cursed, slightly frustrated. She looked at Olivia, who laid naked next to her. Her breathing was slow and peaceful. "Asleep!?"

Beatrice chuckled. After all that, she just falls asleep like a baby.

However, Beatrice had no intention of staying in this place any longer. She placed her hand on Olivia's naked shoulder and cast [Fast(er) Recovery].

"Rise and shine," the succubus whispered in the ear of the sleeping ninja girl, gently shaking her shoulder. "We'll be going soon, so you have to get ready too."

"Mhm, I had the weirdest dream," Olivia mumbled still with her eyes closed.

"That's wonderful," Beatrice replied with a smile.

"H-huh?" Olivia slowly opened her eyes. "Wh-where..."

The effects of the spell sped up Olivia's return from the world of dreams. She rolled on her back, looked at Beatrice, focusing her eyes, and quietly said, "Oh... You're... Then before-AH!!!"

Olivia's eyes snapped wide open and she jumped into a seating position as if electrified and then coiled up, covering her nakedness as best she could with her arms and legs. Though Olivia was obviously filled with vitality and energy from Beatrice's [Fast(er) Recovery] Skill, a dark shadow fell on the ninja girl's eyes from her messed-up bleached hair.

Olivia quickly looked around in terror, confirming her surroundings. Her gaze stopped on Tabitha for a moment, who was already dressed and was killing time by juggling four magical rings of yellow energy, eerily merry like a kid. Olivia's eyes then fell on Beatrice's stunning naked form. The ninja could not stop herself from letting her eyes fall between the futanari's legs as if confirming that the succubus did indeed still have her cock which was currently soft. Beatrice somehow could tell that images flashed through Olivia's mind, recalling which hole that cock was filling just recently, as well as every other depraved little detail.

Olivia sunk and curled up, resting her head against her legs, only her dim eyes were barely visible from beneath the messy bleached hair as she stared into the ground at her naked toes, mortified about the events that had transpired now that her sex-frenzied oblivious daze had passed.

Beatrice felt a little sad for the conflicted girl and tried to cheer her up, "Don't be like that. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You did splendidly! We all had a good time, didn't we?"

"J-just leave me be for a little," Olivia murmured into her legs.

Beatrice sighed, but respected Olivia's request. The succubus got up and searched for her own bikini-like two pieces of clothing that she somehow threw off in the heat of the moment without even noticing, nor recalling where it was.

Just as Beatrice managed to find and put on all of her few possessions, she saw Ember walking through the trees, returning from the same direction into which she walked off not long before.

"My my," Ember did not even try to hide her joyful sneer. "I give two horny lovebirds their privacy, yet what do I see? The high-and-mighty little ninja! Naked and wallowing in shame! That delightful, guilt-ridden expression alone is enough to make my morning!"

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"WAAAAAHHH!!!" Olivia screamed in fury and threw a kunai at Ember.

Beatrice did not even have the time to wonder where could have the ninja girl hidden that kunai as she was still completely naked. The kunai flew through the air at the speed of a gale, aiming straight at Ember's disparaging smile, only to disintegrate within her flames that sprung up from her open palm, inches from her unflinching face.

"Well, that woke you up," Ember laughed. "But have you considered the consequences of your actions? What would have happened had you been actually competent and managed to kill me right now?"

Olivia did not answer. She did not seem much fazed about the fact that her attack utterly failed, nor about the fact that one of her kunai got disintegrated.

Tabitha caught all four of her energy rings in her hand and observed with great interest what would happen next like a curious passerby staring at a burning building, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

"Hm... Is it my turn now to send an unprovoked attack at you?" Ember asked and compressed her file into a small fireball the size of an orange.

"You will do no such thing," Beatrice said calmly but firmly to Ember.

"Aw, well that doesn't seem fair at all!" Ember jokingly complained before crushing the fireball in her fist. A few thin flames slipped through her fingers and dissipated within seconds.

Tabitha seemed genuinely disappointed and also let her energy rings disappear one by one.

"But Ember is right," Beatrice said as she turned to Olivia. "Since you got your spirits back, we can proceed forward."

"I take it you had a good time?" Ember asked Beatrice as she approached closer while Olivia swiftly hurried to her belongings.

"Not just me," Beatrice said while still looking at Olivia. "I just wish she'd be more honest about it too. Each time I seem to break through to her, she locks up all over again. Really, it's two steps forward, one step back with that one."

"Your patience is impressive," Ember said. "You do remember that you still have a cult full of men and women who'd kill for a chance to sleep with you?"

"And yet none of them are here," Beatrice replied. "Just because Olivia doesn't fall to my feet and lick them clean doesn't mean I should discard her in search of an easier lay. I'm fairly confident that nearly every single person in this city would gladly sleep with me."

"Ah, so it's the thrill of the hunt?" Ember smiled. "Taking someone who at first rejects you. Seducing them, corrupting them until they are yours..."

"I never made her do anything she did not want to," Beatrice said. "By the way, it's been an hour already? I completely lost track of time. Where were you?"

"Just collecting a small package," Ember said and adjusted a hidden item within her robes. "Oh, it's nothing fancy, in case you were wondering. As a mage, I don't use weapons, so I would have no need to hide them. Gold on the other hand... Well, let's just say half of the people in Lucarad's cult would slit someone's throat for much less than what I have here right now."

"So... You put a stash of money here before joining the cult?" Beatrice asked. "That doesn't seem like an action of someone with plans to stay within the cult long-term. And that cult didn't seem like the type to attract someone with long-term plans."

"I wasn't even hired to stay there long-term," Ember shrugged.

"What was the reason you were hired?" Beatrice asked.

"To temporarily boost Lucarad's group's fighting capabilities. I'm still not sure just how strong he really is, though he's not weak by any means. But if he was the only one with above-average combat potential, his little cult would have probably been slaughtered a long time ago."

"A mercenary," Beatrice said. "Is there any other profession in this entire city here besides mercenaries, bandits, and guards?"

"You've just met a butcher," Ember pointed out.

"You know what I mean. So far it seems that all anyone does here is kill and/or fuck."

"That sums up this city quite nicely actually," Ember said with a smile. "Isn't that right, Olivia?"

"How has no one cut out your tongue yet?" Olivia asked in response, approaching Beatrice and Ember fully clothed and ready to go.

"That indeed is a question you should ask yourself next time you think about doing something stupid again," Ember said with a smile of a venomous snake.

"You're the one who keeps provoking her," Beatrice said.

"And she's the one that tried to kill us both yesterday," Ember reminded. "If she can't even handle light teasing, I can just execute her on the spot as I planned to do in the first place."

"That won't be happening," Beatrice said and moved forward through the forest. "Let's go!"

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Beatrice, Ember, Olivia, and Tabitha proceeded quickly through the Shadow Woods. Ember was leading the way, followed by the succubus, then Olivia, and Tabitha was last, covering their flank. The forest seemed to be purposefully preventing them from staying near the giant city wall that should have been an obvious and easy guiding marker. The rocky terrain and went up and down, often with nearly straight falls or climbs, treacherous pitfalls were obstructed from view by trees both standing and fallen. It was a hazard that no one would go through willingly. And as they maneuvered around these hazards, they got further and further away from the city wall, until it was completely obstructed from sight.

"That path is a nightmare, and not even the shortest way out of here," Ember explained without worry as they seemingly lost their giant position marker. "A portion of the forest continues along the wall all the way to the East Gates. Those that can navigate this place don't waste their time there."

Under Ember's guidance, they moved exceptionally quickly through the winding paths of the maze-like forest and managed to cover more ground in just three hours than anyone unfamiliar with this place could hope for in a day. And as they moved out of the deepest parts of the Shadow Woods, more and more light passed through from the bright noon sun.

Beatrice kept an eye on the sulking ninja girl whose mood remained unchanged. After some time had passed, she tried to break through to her partner for the second time and said, "If you're mad at Ember... Or at me--"

"I'm mad at myself!" Olivia snapped, cutting off Beatrice mid-sentence. "I'm no better than Tabitha! No, I'm far worse!"

Getting such a reaction, Beatrice realized that it was still too early to have a rational dialogue with Olivia. And she would not have gotten a chance anyway.

"Help! Help!" cries of a young girl sounded through the forest. Louder and louder with each one.

"Can't you hear that?" Beatrice ran up to Ember, who continued to lead the way as if nothing had happened.

"Of course, I can," Ember said as she continued walking.

"And?" Beatrice asked a leading question.

"I'm your bodyguard, remember? Leading you toward guaranteed trouble is the opposite of my job description."

"I won't be much of a 'Savior' if I ignore calls for help," Beatrice said.

"Even if it's a trap?" Ember asked and stopped, turning toward Beatrice.

"Especially if it's a trap! If there are scum here who'd use cries for help as a way to lure and punish any remaining good-hearted people, they must be dealt with first."

Ember smiled and pointed away from where she was leading up till now, "It's coming from that direction."

"Hurry up!" Beatrice shouted to the others and ran first toward the desperate pleas for help.

After several minutes, as they got closer to the source of the screams, Beatrice also heard other voices.

"How is that brat so fast?"

"How did she still not collapse?"

"She ain't no ordinary brat! Or did you forget!?"

Beatrice finally close enough to see figures approaching from up ahead. And the closest figure was also the smallest. A young girl in a dark dress with long, flowing brown hair, fluffy ears, big breasts, and a giant fluffy tail desperately tried to keep the distance between herself and half a dozen armed men that followed her. And despite tripping and falling at least two times, she somehow still managed to run fast enough to not get caught.

"Help! Please help!" the beastkin fox girl pleaded for help when she saw the barely clothed succubus and ran toward her "Killers! Murderers! Monsters!"

"You're the monster, you fucking slut!" one of the men chasing the girl screamed. He wore heavy armor, had a round shield and a sword on his back.

Though they had different weapons (spears, bows, swords), all six men had the same uniform armor and purple capes flowing behind them.

Beatrice was impressed that they could run at all in that getup through this terrain. And she couldn't even hazard a guess how long this chase had taken place. If nothing else, their physical condition was outstanding, even if they had failed to catch up to a child. And considering the many magical and physical abilities that inhabitants of this fantasy world possessed, Beatrice wondered whether the men were indeed slow due to their armor that they should not have brought if it would have slowed them down, or it was the case that the young, but wide-hipped and big-breasted fox girl was actually much faster than anyone would have expected.

"What the hell?" Olivia ran up to Beatrice and looked at the commotion. Her eyes went wide, and she froze in place when she saw purple capes blowing behind the armed men.

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"Who's there?" a man with spiky green hair stopped in his tracks when he saw Beatrice's group approach. He instantly took the bow from his back and nocked an arrow. His flowing purple cape moved, for a moment revealing an orange symbol sown into it--a human heart skewered by a long spear.

Now that the fox girl was closer, Beatrice appreciated how enticing the young beastkin looked. And even the fully covering dress could not obscure her prominent womanly features. Despite having a long, fluffy tail and clearly animalistic, furry ears sticking out from her hair, the girl otherwise looked completely human. Beatrice could have easily mistaken her for a cosplayer if not for the fact that she was indeed in a fantasy world, as well as the fact that the tail continued to move on its own instead of hanging down like a cheap prop.

"P-please help!" the buxom fox girl begged in tears as she fell to her knees at Olivia's feet, grabbing tightly with trembling hands into Olivia's clothing. Her eyes and cheeks were bright red from crying and exhaustion. She could barely breathe but still could not stop crying. "P-please! T-they killed my parents!"

"I... I see," Olivia uttered through grit teeth. She did not even look at the girl. Instead, she stared down the men with burning fury. As if it were her parents those men had killed.

"Let go of her and back off!" one of the men--the biggest among the six men--ordered Beatrice's group and took his spear. The others followed suit and took up their weapons, ready to cut down anyone that stood in their way.

Beatrice momentarily glanced at the ninja girl and saw that her clenched fists were trembling. The Succubus looked at the six men and asked, "It takes four men to muster up the courage to chase after a single, defenseless girl?"

"Hah! Defenseless!? She's a monster!" the shorter of the men, with orange mohawk haircut, screamed as he pointed the tip of his sword at the crying fox girl. "She killed three of my friends in a blink of an eye!"

Beatrice was momentarily taken aback by such accusations. Looking at the bawling, trembling girl, certainly, she didn't seem like the type that could hurt a fly. But upon looking carefully, she did notice that her dark dress was sprayed with blood.

"Then she's lying about her parents?" Beatrice asked, convinced that the men had ill intentions for the girl they hunted.

"Who the hell do you think you are!?" the biggest of the men--and apparently their leader--shouted. He only had a long spear for a weapon. Despite his size and wide shoulders, his face was lean, which meant that under all that armor he packed massive muscles. He had a neatly shaved beard and a short, shaved haircut. Beatrice thought how this man would've definitely been a celebrity, maybe even a movie star in her old world. "The Purple Capes Do not answer to a bunch of half-naked whores!"

"Haa..." Beatrice was at a loss for words. Despite the man's looks, his tone and choice of words were almost stereotypically awful. She wasn't even insulted, rather she was amazed at the brazenness of these people, even disappointed a little. Sure, they looked intimidating, and even if the leader of these 'Purple Capes' happened to be as dumb as a brick, he had more than enough muscles to compensate. However, Beatrice knew full well that physical strength was not all that mattered in this world and was surprised that these men would disregard the potential for magic so easily. Unless they were in fact that strong...

"Oooh, this is going to be good," Ember said and took a couple of steps closer to Beatrice and Olivia. "Nobody has dared call me a whore for a long time!"

"And apparently it also has been a long time since you've seen what happens to those that get on the bad side of The Purple Capes," their leader said.

"Captain Flavna warned Lord Belmot about this," the other man complained to his buddies. "You show the slightest hint of compassion, and even the lowest of drags start stepping on your head, forgetting their place."

"Agreed," the leader nodded. "Makes sure to leave their faces intact. Captain Flavna will want the people to look into the dead eyes of those who step out of line. And keep the big-breasted whore alive. She is definitely my type."

"Mine too!"

"No mine!"

"You hear that!?" the leader shouted and laughed. "You're lucky that you have a nice bod! You'll get the privilege of servicing the cocks of The Purple Capes!"

"Charmed," Beatrice said with disgust.

"Don't worry," the archer said with a smirk. "We'll make sure to take you alive to the barracks to share with the others after we're done with you so that you get a chance to experience everything that the Purple Capes have to offer!"

"And what about the girl?" Olivia asked, putting her hands on the girl's shoulders protectively. "You plan to 'experience' her too?"

"Ew, hell no!" the leader grimaced. "Who do you take me for? The Purple Capes do not lay with animals! Nor do I have any interest in any woman whose breasts don't at least rival the size of her head!"

"She's a birthday present to our Captain!" the mohawk swordsman grinned. "She recently developed a taste for foxkin."

"W-when you say 'taste'..." Beatrice hesitated to ask.

"Her parents are getting chopped up as we speak to be served at the birthday party," the mohawk man cleared any doubt from what he meant by 'taste'.