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.

"M-my Queen?" Carl uttered nervously. The eunuch dared not question the person on whose arbitrary whims his life depended. And yet he hoped to find out exactly what the slimy, horrific, blood-sucking, birthed out of a corrupted girl's vagina slug was that approached him.

"You broke one agreement," Queen Merillia reminded, "It is time to make another. Come now, all three of you."

After tossing Beatrice aside, Merillia's other arm was free to unleash new translucent, ethereal tentacles from beneath her sleeve. Two, to be exact. Those tentacles quickly approached the barely conscious Liam and Jeremy, wrapped around their necks, and lifted the two men's heads up by the necks so that Merillia could see their bloody faces properly. The tips of those translucent tentacles then split and went up the nostrils of the two men.

"GhhhHHH!!" both Liam's and Jeremy's eyes snapped wide open.

Neither of them outright screamed in pain, but whatever went on up their nostrils was visibly uncomfortable.

"Wonderful!" Merillia smiled at her new pets. "All three of you lost adequate amounts of blood and dulled your senses for your final task. A deal that you willnotbe breaking."

"Yes! Of course!" Carl slammed his forehead against the floor again.

"Whathefher you hask of hus!" Liam and Jeremy pledged with their nostrils still overstuffed all the way to their brain.

"Oh, you will not be making this deal with me," Merillia chuckled while the thin ethereal tentacles withdrew from the men's noses and freed their necks. "That lively lump of flesh that you see before you. The one that fed on your willingly offered blood to adjust to your bodies. Split it up three ways amongst yourselves and eat. It. Up."

All three eunuchs looked at the thing before them with barely held-back disgust. At best the thick thing could be called a slug. A purplish, putrid, evolving slug. Its outer layer continuously moved around its inner, liquid body even while the slug remained still in place. The puddle of blood that the three men had created was no more. The slug absorbed it all into its jelly-like body. Every fiber of the men's very being screamed at them that they should not even touch the thing before them, let alone put any of it in their mouths.

"What was it that you wanted?" Merillia asked. "'Cocks', wasn't it? And you shall have them! Do you see those three lovely maidens by the wall?"

Carl and the others looked at the priestesses, shifting and moaning as they rubbed themselves and each other in which way they could. Unsuccessful in obtaining a chair leg to fuck themselves, they resorted to contorting their bodies to ride each other's legs to continuous—though unsatisfying—orgasms.

"You can see what they need, can't you? And you will give it to them. More than they could hope for. More than you dared dream of. No longer will you spend even a day without your cocks in one needy pussy or another. All that is required from you in return is utter loyalty. Or is such an agreement unsatisfactory for you?"

"O-of course not!" Carl responded on instinct. "I just... Feel unworthy of such kindness and generosity from the Queen herself."

"Fufufu, think nothing of it! It's not even my generosity. Beelzebub is the one that agreed to make your dreams come true.Dig in."

Jeremy stared at the "slug" before him with an expression of a broken man.

Liam looked behind them at the bloody remains of Chris. He could not help but also look at Chris' killer. The small catboy in a bloodied suit stood straight as an arrow and watched the trio dispassionately. Another glance at the pile of liquid and meat that was their friend just minutes before. Liam took a deep breath, turned back toward the slug, and "dug in".

Before his mind could stop him, before what little sense he had left could kick in, Liam sunk his hands into the slimy, jelly-like thing before him, ripped whole chunks out of it, and stuffed his mouth with the stuff, swallowing as fast as he could.

Carl and Jeremy followed suit. None of the three men even tried to chew. They swallowed as fast as they could, making room for more "slug". The consistency allowed for it. And they abused it to the fullest.

"My, such youthful spirit," Merillia chuckled as she watched the three men. "Make sure not to leave even a single drop."

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"U-uh... UMFPH!?" Liam put his hands over his mouth to keep his "meal" from escaping.

Carl and Jeremy fared little better. Paler than death and sick enough to become dead, they forced down the last purple jelly-like pieces of whatever it was they ate until there was nothing left on the floor except for the sweat and tears of the three disgusted, nauseous men.

"Splendid performance!" Merillia congratulated the three eunuchs. "And not a moment too soon—the tormented priestesses over there are in desperate need of proper satisfaction."

"I'm in desperate need of a bucket," Liam said, barely lucid enough from nausea to even think properly.

"Weren't we supposed to get our dicks back?" Jeremy asked and checked under his kilt just in case.

"SHUT UP!" Carl growled. "Are you doubting her Majesty!?"

"Uh, of course not!" Jeremy realized how suicidal his question was. "It's just... I thought—"

"Don't think! Obey!" Carl said. Not that Carl appeared to be in any better condition mentally or physically than Jeremy. Carl then looked up at Merillia and nervously, timidly spoke, "M-my Queen... W-what-ugh! ... What would you have us do? We will follow your every command, but in our current condition I do not see-UGH!?"

Carl's entire body convulsed and he covered his mouth, fearing that he was about to vomit in front of the queen and inadvertently reject his one chance at survival. But nothing rushed up his throat. Instead, another convulsion. And another. And—

"UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Carl screamed in agony and fell to the floor, spasming in agony. Liam and Jeremy fell to the same fate.

"It's starting," Merillia smiled and looked at Olivia. The naked girl's head hung back. Her eyes were pure white. Her arms hung limply, swaying to the rhythm of the thrusts from countless translucent tentacles.

But while Olivia passed out from an overload of pleasure, the three eunuchs experienced nothing of the sort. And neither were they permitted rest. As if the safety switch that was supposed to protect their brains from inhumane suffering had been disabled, all three eunuchs were endlessly tormented with no release or end in sight. And even that was robbed of them. The sheer pain overload robbed all three of all their senses.

Unable to think, unable to breathe, and no longer even capable of screaming, the three tortured souls could not even comprehend what transformation their bodies went through. But there were those that saw it clearly. Queen Merillia, the three captive priestesses. They heard every crack of the bone, every joint snap, every gurgle that followed their internal transformation, while the external mutations were plain to see.

The three men's bodies changed color, their limbs snapped back and forth at unnatural angles, and with each snap grew in size and muscle density. Their legs soon became the thickness of tree trunks, their abdominal "six-packs" grew extra packs as their torsos lengthened. And as the men outgrew their kilts, something else grew from beneath.

From under the kilts that now looked the size of miniskirts on such preposterous bodies, grew an organ of unreasonable girth. Covered in overgrowth of thick, throbbing veins, the organ grew past what would fit in any ordinary woman's cock receptor. The horrific mutations that would make a girl faint from fear, made the captive priestesses salivate.

"Quick! Put it in me!!" Victoria begged as she humped Priscilla's leg.

"NO, ME!!" Priscilla shouted, drooling as she looked at the outrageous phallic objects like they were gifts from God. "Come here and fuck me already! Split me open with those cocks!!"

"Please, come to your senses!!" Helen begged her mesmerized friends, trying to ignore her drenched pussy that ached for those very same cocks, that made Helen dream of getting ravaged, fucked, pounded straight into the next world.

Helen bit her lip, desperately fighting the unnatural urges. The urges that were not this bad since she felt them for the first time many years ago. If only the High Priest was here now! If only he could bring salvation. If only he'd deliver her from these blasphemous thoughts and fill her with his cock instead.

"Oh, Lucarad, please save me!" Helen cried, desperately holding on to the memory of the High Priest's cock.

But Helen's cries were drowned out by the moans and screams of her two friends who followed each twitch of the three new cocks with their eyes, cursing every second that they spend without those cocks within their wombs.

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"Rise, my lovely pets!" Queen Merillia gestured up to her "pets".

Once three men of imposing stature, these were now three creatures of frightening proportions. Nine feet tall, muscles on top of muscles, dense and purple, with no skin to speak of. Their outrageously large pecs rose up and down with each mouth breathing inhale and exhale that the creatures did. Their noses now were little more than two holes in their face, their jaws were squarer than a brick, and their yellow, animalistic eyes seemed minuscule for their enlarged heads.

But while all thosemanly,primal, divine attributes wetted the three priestesses' knickers, what truly made them salivate were the rock-hard cocks between the creatures' legs that already oozed precum with a smell so potent, that the priestesses sensed it from a distance andsalivatedfor a taste.

Queen Merillia breathed in deep. The air was thick with death, sex, and desire, made all the more potent by the untreated Taint.

You are my daughters after all,Merillia thought with a glance at the two princesses' unconscious bodies while she basked in the heaven that her daughters helped create. Merillia then turned to her pets and said, "I hope you are satisfied with your new 'tools'."

"Yeeeesss," the creature once known as Carl answered in a low, deep voice, slowly regaining consciousness after a deep and long slumber.

"Good, good," Merillia said and slowly walked around her new toys, inspecting every inch of their bodies. All the while Olivia's unconscious naked body remained exactly where it was, casually demonstrating the range of Merillia's strange powers.

"A demonstration, perhaps?" Merillia wondered aloud and then looked at the three priestesses that were bound to a wall over twenty yards away from her. "Cover that one's tits with your seed."

Carl took a step forward—

"From where you stand!" Merillia raised her voice and at that moment Carl's hasty leg was slashed from three different angles, letting blood flow freely onto the floor from the long deep cuts across the length of Carl's calves and hamstrings.

"I'm sorry, My Queen!" Carl said and bowed so low that he smashed his giant forehead against his own knees, letting more blood flow in apology.

"Get to it!" Merillia said.

"Ah! YES!!" Victoria moaned and pushed her cow tits out toward the creatures. "Cover them in your smelly cum! Cover me entirely! I want to drown in your cum!"

"Huff! Ugh!" Carl huffed and puffed as he beat his gigantic slab of meat while staring intensely at the big soft tits of a hot priestess that was in heat for his slab of meat and he—horny to give it to her with great passion.

Two souls in need, craving each other's bodies. One of them bound by metal, the other—by a mere word. Both separated by distance, yet united by depravity.

One wished to plant his cock between the softness of a woman's bosom and use it as a sleeve for his shaft while planting the tip deep into the woman's warm, loving mouth, entrusting his most sensitive part to the care of her skillful tongue.

The other wished for nothing more than to use her mouth and tits to satisfy the embodiment of manliness, to please the man that would please her, to drink his bountiful load while looking deep into his eyes, to make him mad with desire, to make him unleash his primal instincts upon her body, to make him fuck her like the bitch in heat that she was.

She wanted to be fucked by that giant cock. Fucked in her pussy, fucked in her ass. Make that animal of a man cum again and again until he fertilized her womb and got her pregnant with a boy that would grow up to be as big and strong as the man that fucked her senseless.

She wanted to be creampied while she held that brute tight, unable to even wrap her arms around his wide back, scratching him all over while crying out his name in ecstasy from the joy of a baby-making creampie.

"UUUAAAAGGHHH!!!" Carl groaned as he beat his throbbing meat ever faster to the thought of finally putting a child into a fertile bitch. Something he should have done long ago. Something that he was denied by powers both known and unknown. Stealing fertility. Stealing cocks. Scum walking upon this earth! Dead men walking!

This all changed now! Carl would impregnate a bitch! His queen gave him the power to do so. He knew it! Somehow, he knew it! And the cow tits bitch felt it too. He knew she felt it. He knew she wanted it. Their link was unmistakable. Undeniable. A man and a woman with a single purpose. And it will all start here, with his cum upon her heavenly tits. The tits that demanded that cum be smeared across them by all that was right and just!

"WRUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" Carl exploded in a feverish orgasm, unleashing a torrent of cum so powerful that songs would be sung about it for the coming centuries. A rainbow of Carl's love for the stunning woman and her magnificent cow tits.

"AAAAHHNNnnnn~~" Victoria moaned and climaxed when the love of her life reached her across time and space and splashed his love across her breasts.

Cum flew in all directions, painting Victoria's body white and filling her receptive mouth aplenty, even sprinkling a little over Priscilla's and Helen's faces. Not that they would understand or appreciate the true weight of this showering of a man's love. Victoria's man. And she was his woman.

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"Uuuugh," Carl grunted as he stroked his massive purplish twitching cock a few more times while discharging the last spurts of seed. Even his weakest shots flew a few feet, resulting in a twenty-yard white path from Carl to his "beloved", Victoria, who was busy savoring every drop of his manly seed that she could lick from her face, shoulders, and top of her breasts.

"Good, my pet, good," Merillia praised Carl's "shooting" range about as condescendingly as humanly possible. She then looked at her other two pets, Jeremy and Liam, and said, "Next, you two go and give that cum-smeared slut a good fucking."

"YES!!" Jeremy and Liam agreed with aroused excitement and ran to Victoria with thunderous steps.

"EH!?!?" Carl exclaimed, distraught and betrayed.

"Hm? You have an objection?" Merillia raised an eyebrow.

"N-no! Of course not, Your Majesty!" Carl lied through grit teeth.

"Good!" Merillia smiled merrily.

"BHLUARGH!!" Carl painfully expelled some foul liquid through his mouth after a sudden invisible blow deep into his gut that made the nine-foot giant bend and fall to his knees in pain.

"Never question a command again!" Merillia said as she looked down on the downed creature. "Now sit there like a good little pet and watch that woman get properly ravaged."

Carl looked up and, indeed, saw that Liam and Jeremy wasted no time. Victoria was already freed from the nails that bound her. Held in the air by her hips and head, she was between the two muscle giants.

Liam stood behind Victoria, his cock so deep in her pussy that her belly bulged. Victoria wrapped her legs as much as she could around Liam's legs but barely got her ankles around his tree trunk thighs. Meanwhile, Jeremy stuffed Victoria's mouth and throat. Victoria wrapped her arms around Jeremy's thighs and used them for support to bob herself up and down on his cock as much as she could.

Such was the length of their cocks that neither Liam nor Jeremy really needed to use their hands to keep Victoria floating beneath them. But they used them to guide her body back and forth on their cocks and give Victoria the depth of penetration she could not achieve with her limited strength.

But even as Victoria's body was driven back and forth between the two cocks, neither her pussy nor throat were ever left empty even for a second. The length and girth of the new creature's cocks were simply too great, their passion too fresh. Victoria was in a permanent state of a double-penetrated spit roast. Whenever Victoria's throat was freed up a couple of inches, her pussy was smashed into so deep that she looked pregnant. Whenever Victoria's pussy and womb was given momentary mercy, her neck doubled in size, the penetration extending even past the neck.

And Victoria loved every second of it. This was what she missed! This was what she was denied by that bastard High Priest! How she could ever gain satisfaction with those regular, puny human dicks Victoria could not even begin to comprehend. She should have done something about it long ago! The joy of letting her body be used as a cock-sleeve by real men with real cocks was second to nothing. Those puny wimps and their tiny peckers now seemed like nothing more than toothpicks in Victoria's memory. She cried tears of joy as she came over and over on these monster schlongs, creaming them with her pussy cum and throat slop, lubricating them with every body juice she could offer so that they could stroke their cocks with her body to their climax.

Victoria wanted to be filled with their seed. Her previous shower made her wet for fertile seed though she had long forgotten whose it was. All that mattered were the cocks that were within her now. The cocks that rewrote her brain to worship only them. The cocks that shaped her insides to their grotesque, magnificent shape. The cocks that twitched within her, signaling that her deepest wish was about to be fulfilled.

Victoria came again just from the thought of getting drowned in cum. And when the two creatures grabbed hold of her butt and head tightly, thrust roughly from both ends, and held her in place with their hot, pulsating cocks rammed deep, Victoria's mind went blank from joyful pleasure, her eyes rolled back into her head as she gagged on the spreading warmth in her esophagus and womb, both filled up by such absurdly copious amounts that she looked pregnant with quadruplets even as cum spurted in streams from her stuffed mouth and pussy.

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"OH! Come on already!!" Priscilla wept as she watched Victoria get stuffed and creampied to the point of absurdity. "Big tits this, cow tits that! What about me!?"

The twin-tail girl could to little more than watch her friend and lover get all the attention she craved for. Each time Priscilla tried to pull herself off those massive nails, the pain stopped her. As if those nails were the last check on her sanity. The last thing that prevented Priscilla from falling completely.

No, that wasn't true, and Priscilla knew it. She could rip herself off those nails if she truly wanted. But what if she did? What if she rushed to Victoria? It was painful enough watching Victoria moan and gag on cocks like some D-grade slut while completely ignoring Priscilla, not even recognizing her existence.