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.

As Priscilla and Victoria climaxed again as they pushed their cock-stuffed pussies against each other's mouths, Priscilla tried to recall when the last time was that she was this intimate with Victoria. Sure, they made out and licked each other aplenty, sucked off more cocks than they could count, but this was so different!

Fucking High Priest!Priscilla cursed the memory of the dead, crazy pervert.He was the one who kept this from us! Taint this, corruption that! I hope you burn in hell!

How could Lucarad not see her wishes? And if he did that was even worse! How could he ignore them so cruelly!? Queen Merillia was different! She felt the sorrow of Priscilla's soul and granted her wish! The Queen was amazing! Why didn't Priscilla realize it sooner? Instead of spending all that time listening to the High Priest's lunacy, she should have grabbed Victoria and ran to the Queen on the very same day they came to the palace. Then she would have been happy so much sooner. They would have probably both been with babies already!

Oh well, better late than never, right, Victoria?

As Priscilla felt her womb swell with the hot seed of Merillia's creatures, as she felt the creature's cock throb and pump Victoria full of cum for a second time, Priscilla imagined that she was the one that filled Victoria up a bunch. That would have been the only thing that could make this day any more perfect. Fucking Victoria herself. Bending her over and ravaging her ass and cunt, making Victoria scream out Priscilla's name while shaking her ass like a dumb slut.

"Ufh!" Priscilla moaned from her own fantasies and bit Victoria's cum-smeared clit in a moment of passion. And when Victoria replied in kind Priscilla's heart swelled with joy.We're really made for each other!Priscilla moaned into Victoria's swollen clit and bit down harder while gulping down the overflowing cum that poured out of Victoria's pussy. Victoria did the same.

Let this clit link be the mark of a new chapter in our inseparable lives!Priscilla swore as she bit and sucked and licked Victoria's delicious clitoris while pushing her own clit into Victoria's face, demanding the same treatment.By your teeth marks on my clit, I swear that I will never leave you, and you will never leave me!

"How wonderful!" Queen Merillia smiled lovingly as she looked at the two fucked-out-of-their-minds priestesses.

Olivia was still held in the air at Merillia's side, slipping in and out of consciousness as the translucent tentacles continued fucking her without end. But the Queen paid not even the slightest of attention to the ninja. Not when she had fresh toys to play with.

"She sure looks lonely, doesn't she?" Merillia asked Carl while looking at the only priestess that remained bound and not thoroughly fucked.

Helen looked at her two friends with a pained expression. With each breath of the air that was permeated with the sweet scent of sex, Helen was tempted again and again. Tempted to let herself go completely and fall into the depths of pleasure and depravity. Fall and join Victoria and Priscilla in the mind-melting pleasures that humans were not meant to experience.

The memory of the High Priest's cock in Helen's ass grew fainter. Instead, her mind was filled with fantasies of the thick meat poles that the Queen's creatures used to pound Victoria and Priscilla into insanity. Insane, body-altering, bulging pleasure.

Even at this late stage, Helen was amazed that neither of her friends cried in agony from the rough fucking by such gigantic cocks. But the answer was obvious. All three of them were prepared for this long ago. Every priest and priestess under Lucarad's care was prepared for this. If anything, these cocks were just a warmup for what the demons had in store for them. Lucarad had kept the Taint in check to some extent, but now...

Helen recalled her sister's orgasm face in the clutches of the Devourer. How tempting it was to join her! How many times did Elen orgasm in Devourer's belly? How many times would they climax together? Was there even a shred of the person known as 'Elen' left by her second orgasm? Helen had hoped against all reason that by some miracle one day she'd hold her sister in her arms once again. But with the High Priest dead, if she were to fall too... But Helen wanted to be fucked like that too! It took so much effort to resist! It would be so much easier to just let go and let them have their way with her body. It would feel amazing! But if she does that... If she gives up...Lily!

Merillia saw a dying fire in Helen's eyes. A dying ember of the last resistance still not extinguished.

"Cover them with your cum," Merillia said.

"My Queen?" Carl did not understand Merillia's order.

"Give that redhead priestess a hard fucking. And each time you cum, let it all out on that pretty little face of hers. Her eyes. Her nostrils. Her mouth. Her ears. Lay it on thick! I want her to see nothing but your cum. To smell nothing but your cum. To taste nothing but your cum. To hear only your cum. Paint her world white!"

"Yes, My Queen!" Carl bowed, rose to his feet and went to Helen, limping from the Queen's earlier lesson.

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Helen heard the Queen's every word. Her mind tore itself apart in a desperate battle between dread and lecherous excitement as she watched the nine-foot-tall wall of pure muscle and impure cock steadily approach her without a shred of love or care in its eyes. It shamed Helen that her pussy ached so much for that merciless cock.

The other two priestesses did not hear a single word. Neither did they notice Carl's approach. And even if they had, neither of them would have cared. They were too busy getting high on cum, pleasure, and wish-fulfillment fantasies while getting pounded in whichever way Liam and Jeremy desired.

The two former eunuchs, former men were more than happy to indulge the fantasies of the two fallen priestesses. Once in a while they moaned something about love or babies and cried out each other's names. Neither Liam nor Jeremy particularly cared about any of that lovey-dovey stuff. But both of them were appreciative of how much each of the two women encouraged them to fuck the other and fill her up to the brim. And the thought of getting both priestesses pregnant while fucking them silly excited both monsters on a base level.

After all, wasn't it every man's goal in life to get as many hot women pregnant with their child as possible? And now, Liam and Jeremy found themselves at the top of the food chain. They rose from cockless, broken servants to the epitome of masculinity and the height of fertility.

Liam and Jeremy looked at each other as they screwed the two women between them. Their hard, ripped muscles glistened with sweat. Their champion forms and shredded eight-packs were without a doubt what every lonely woman fantasized about while satisfying herself at night. If they walked into the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild now, they would without a doubt be instantly granted triple S-rank and get sucked off by every S-rank beauty there just for gracing them with their divine presence while the other women would fight each other to the death for a chance to approach them.

Yes, a tournament! Liam and Jeremy would organize a tournament of their own! Only the hottest women would be permitted, of course. And the grand prize? The privilege to spread their legs for them and receive the greatest two cocks in the entire world!

It would probably be dangerous to put a baby in the winner,Liam thought.The other women might kill her out of jealousy!

Then we'll just have to put a baby into every woman,Jeremy thought of a simple solution while filling up Priscilla's bowels with cum.

The Queen was already getting bored of watching their delusional foursome and was thinking up further instructions for Carl once he was done with Helen to spice things up.

"Approximately twenty guards are quickly approaching this location using the little southwest staircase," Noel suddenly spoke up.

"Oh, we can't have that!" Merillia said. "They will just ruin the mood. Noel, go tell them to sweep the tunnels for the escaping intruders. But they are to remain open."

"Yes, My Queen," Noel said and remained standing where he stood. However, his half-dead eyes turned completely lifeless.

"Now—Ah?" the Queen was surprised when she suddenly felt something akin to two needles press against the back of her neck. "When did you get there?"

Beatrice stood four feet behind the Queen with arm raised and two extended claws pressing against the Queen's neck. However, they did not even pierce the Queen's skin. Beatrice knew her nails should have extended further and gone straight through that thin, haughty neck.

However, the same translucent energy that fucked Olivia and bound Beatrice before now got in the way between Merillia's neck and Beatrice's claws, stopping them dead in their tracks before they could shed even a drop of royal blood.

"GHAAAAH!!" Beatrice screamed in pain when the translucent tentacle snapped and broke both her claws.

Beatrice tried to retreat, but—regardless of whether the Queen's defenses were sentient or automated—Beatrice was quickly bound for the second time after her last-ditch effort to take out the apparent enemy leader.

"I could have sworn you were all the way over there," Merillia looked to where she last saw Beatrice get cast aside. With the momentary surprise passed, the Queen did not even bother to face her assailant sooner than needed.

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"I admit I got slightly distracted," Merillia confessed. "But with the angle and distance of the path you had to take to get into my blind spot, I am intrigued that your approach escaped my notice."

Merillia then glanced at Noel who stood still as a statue and added, "the one time when I would have been curious to hear Noel's long-winded explanation..."

Not that much explanation was needed. Beatrice used the combination of her [Blink (+1)] and [Refresh Cooldown (+2)] Skills. The enhancement of [Blink] allowed to double the travel distance to forty feet, thus allowing for the much longer, angled route to get behind the Queen supposedly unnoticed.

Skill Enhancement: Blink (+1)

Rank:C

Type: Combat Craft / Active

Cost:40Stamina

Cooldown:4Minutes

Description: Instantly movefortyfeet in any direction within line of sight and without movement-obstructing obstacles.

Minimum Requirements:

Character level: 25

Skill Points in Combat Craft: 10

A minute shaved off the cooldown was also somewhat nice, but that was hardly of consequence in Beatrice's current situation.

Of Beatrice's three new Skill Points she gained from defeating Asuna and her demon Beatrice had now used up one Skill Point to no effect. And the fact that Beatrice failed to even scratch the Queen gave little hope that further two investments into her low-level Combat Craft would produce meaningful results.

"Not that it would have mattered, but why did you not attempt to simply escape?" Merillia asked Beatrice as the magical grip tightened around the succubus and raised her higher off the floor.

"Why indeed," Beatrice looked at the mutant that was once Carl as he limped up to Helen and leaned to pull out the nails that bound her hands to the wall. The Queen had made her intent toward the priestess clear. And by now Beatrice knew all too well the effects of high-level Taint corruption. Running away meant giving up on Olivia and the three priestesses as living, thinking human beings and leaving them to the whims of a queen that seemed all too fond of toying with lives.

"You're right—the reason no longer matters," Merillia chuckled. "Now, what should I do with you? Hm, hm, hm... Ooh, I know! Have you ever fallen ass-first on a demon's cock so long that you got forty feet of it thrust through your body and out your mouth? It's todiefor!"

"WRGHUYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Carl howled in agony and flailed his arms around his head. A long nail stuck out of a bleeding hole where his small right eye used to be.

Liam and Jeremy paid no mind to Carl's screams and continued merrily fucking Victoria and Priscilla. Not wasting the opportunity, Helen grabbed the other nail that Carl had earlier pulled out and excitedly dropped on the floor and thrust it behind the knee of Carl's injured leg, further crippling the monster.

"INCOMPETENT—!" Merillia shouted in anger, but the rest of her curse was drowned out by a giant black explosion that tore through the door through which Beatrice's first entered this hall.

A giant flaming bat, burning with black flames and a wingspan of over thirty feet, emerged from the explosion and flew through the hall at dizzying speed. The wings of the bat tore through every stone pillar in their path as the fiery bat flew straight at the Queen, Beatrice, and Olivia.

"Lucarad!!" the queen shouted in fury and discarded both Beatrice and Olivia to bring forth the full force of the energies she controlled.

"Lucarad!!" Helen screamed in joy as she ran from Carl toward the bat.

A sphere of dark energy formed around the Queen and the translucent energies took dark but visible form, both surrounding the queen and preparing for a counterattack. But the engagement did not take place. At the last second, the flaming bat angled to the side of the queen and flew right into Beatrice and Olivia.

"WRUAAGH!!" Merillia unleashed her powers as the bat flew past her and ravaged the bat's left wing.

Damaged and losing control, the bat flew into Helen, and then took a sharp turn toward the damaged outer wall. Spiraling out of control the fire bat blew through the hole in the wall and flew from the palace, losing altitude with each passing second until crashing somewhere in the forest below.

As Merillia let the dark energies that surrounded her dissipate, she looked around at the aftermath. Beatrice, the tainted girl, and the third priestess were gone. Her two daughters laid unconscious. The other two priestesses and the two cretins continued fucking as if nothing had happened. Amidst all this Noel stood frozen like a statue. Meanwhile, her third new pet was on one knee, blind in one eye, smashing his fists against the floor and screaming in pain and anger.

The incompetent fool's screams were grating. The Queen waved her hand to make him stop. A couple of seconds later, with a thud, Carl's headless body fell to the floor.

"Ahn~! Yes~! Mmmmm! Don't stop!" Victoria moaned with her face between Priscilla's legs while Liam and Jeremy fucked her ass and cunt, and Priscilla satisfied her swollen clit.

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"A massacre during the commoner festivities, marauding and raping in the streets in broad daylight, half of the Beaver District burned to the ground, all on your watch!" a hunched man dressed in all black rattled off and pointed in accusation at the skinny nineteen-year-old captain who listened to it all on one knee before her lord's council.

Wearing even more eyeliner and eyeshadow than usual, captain Flavna did a piss-poor job of hiding her contempt for lord Belmot's trusted advisor, Alfred. On his knee next to Flavna, Gamesh fared much better. Showing neither a hint of anger nor disdain, Gamesh appeared as if he was listening to a sage's wise advice, taking every word to heart.

"We have not even completed a full accounting of all the brave men and women we lost in the last few days!" Alfred continued, some spit escaping his mouth as he spoke with anger and self-importance. "And now, a captain is dead!"

"May Gods welcome him!" lord Belmot said with closed eyes, lowered his head, and kissed his closed right hand's knuckles.

"May Gods welcome him!" the others present in their lord's throne room followed suit and did the same. Some said it louder, some barely uttered the words. Captains Flavna and Gamesh paid their respects to their fellow comrade. The pink hair teenager that sat next to lord Belmot crossed her arms and blatantly ignored the common courtesy.

"And what a captain he was!" Alfred said as he turned to lord Belmot's council. "A brave man, never hesitating to put his life on the line for both his men as well as the good people of this city. And he died doing the job that Flavna and her cowardly sidekick failed to do!"

Flavna twitched at the word "cowardly".

"Oh, Alfred, I've never known good captain Gamesh to be a coward," lord Belmot said as he nervously wiped the sweat off his forehead with a stained handkerchief. "What brought you to such accusations?"

"The testimony of the very men under his command, as well as the few lucky souls that managed to survive the fire," Alfred said. "Captain Gamesh, knowing how dangerous the villains are, convinced the brave and noble captain Rivaldo to stay and face the threat alone with a handful of soldiers while he took the main bulk of his forces for his own protection and fled under the guise of delivering suspects for interrogation!"

"Captain Gamesh, is this true?" lord Belmot asked with anger in his voice and disappointment on his face.

"My lord, we were given second-hand information," Gamesh explained slowly and calmly. "Even if the information was true, we thought it was unlikely that the target would return to such an obvious location.

"The only soldiers I took with myself to guide our suspect were those that needed rest after a whole day of dealing with those pesky marauders that good advisor Alfred told you about. They were exhausted and would have only embarrassed the capes they wore and needlessly added to the sad list of casualties. And none of the information that we had on these disturbers of peace indicated that they could even stand a chance against one of our captains. And for that miscalculation I do humbly apologize and ask for your forgiveness."

"W-well, it can't be helped!" lord Belmot fidgeted and adjusted his arms that he rested on his big belly. "It has been some time since anyone dared attack the Purple Capes so boldly. I remember when you joined our ranks under my father. Oh, if only I'd have even half of your good genes! I am sure you will not underestimate these 'disturbers of peace' next time."

"Thank you, my Lo—"

"DADDY!" Ophelia jumped up. "You can't just forgive him like that! The other soldiers will think we're going soft! Mistakesmustbe punished!"

"Oh, but how could he have known that one of our fearsome captains would be bested?" Belmot asked. "Even I'm shocked! And he wasn't the one that lost the fight—"

"Daddyyy!!"

"Oh!" Belmot sighed as if after a long workout he obviously never had and wiped more sweat off his forehead. "Captain Gamesh, what about the fires? I trust that has been dealt with, surely? And the suspects?"

"We put good lieutenant Mimi to the task, and she dealt with the fires successfully," Gamesh reported. "She is currently performing final inspections and will later inform you in detail of the damage and casualties of the fire. And the suspects were delivered without incident and are being questioned even as we speak."

"See, my princess?" Belmot smiled at his daughter. "Our trusted captain has everything under control!"