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.

"H-how dare you!" Grizwald slammed his fists against the handles of his chair. "I knew from the very first time—"

"My lord, we absolutely cannot release a single person until this situation is resolved," Flavna said to Belmot, completely ignoring Grizwald. "Thus far, their high-ranking members have either claimed no knowledge or have been extremely uncooperative, including Felicia. If there is even a chance that the appearance of the demons was caused by the Guild, by accident or otherwise, we must find out and prevent the Guild from covering it up!"

"What vile accusations!" Grizwald shouted, red in the face, his triple chin vibrating after every sentence.

"Indeed," Alfred nodded. "The masters of the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild have ever been our friends and allies. Have you already forgotten the difficulties we all went through in organizing the Forge of Champions together with the Guild and the royal family? To hold captive dozens of their active members is simply unacceptable! I have a letter from Baltimore herself, demanding the release of her dear friends!"

"We do not answer to that whorehouse!" Flavna objected. "As long as I am still a captain of this city's guards, I will not release a single prisoner until the mystery of the demon appearance has been solved. Any attempt to break the prisoners free will be viewed as an admission of their guilt and dealt with accordingly!"

"Then it is time to make a change," Alfred said. "My lord, please strip Flavna of her rank before she completely destroys the relationships you have worked so hard to build!"

"Then we'd need to make it permanent and execute her right here and now!" Ophelia said with excitement and sparks ran through her fingers.

"W-wait, let's not be hasty about such things," Belmot stuttered nervously.

"We already have someone far more suited for the position," Alfred continued. "Lieutenant Mimi is loved by all and as we heard is the one out there dealing with Flavna's screw-ups even as we speak. I doubt you would find a single person in this fortress that would object to her promotion."

That's because she is probably the most amenable girl in this entire city,Flavna thought as she easily read through Alfred's true intent.Every soldier on in our forces—you included—would've run a train on her by now, had I let you. An obedient little puppet for you scum to control.

"Mimi is certainly a lovely girl," Belmot said and sank into thought.

"My lord, if I may," Gamesh intervened. "Although no one would deny the positive affections many have for our kind-hearted lieutenant, this is an inopportune time to make such major changes. Now that we know that these mysterious disturbers of peace are powerful enough to kill one of our captains, sowing confusion in the chain of command and further reducing our strength by another captain would only give our enemies another advantage."

"Oh, you are certainly right!" Belmot said with a slight smile, grasping at the chance to do nothing. "You have always been able to think calmly even in the direst of situations."

"Thank you, my lord!" Gamesh bowed.

"Well then, if there's nothing more, I'm starving!" Belmot said with excitement to get out of this meeting. "I heard that there's—"

"I'm sorry, my lord, but there is one other issue," Alfred interrupted his lord to keep this meeting going. "What about the rumors that the Sixth Princess was taken captive by the Purple Capes along with the other survivors."

"W-what!?" Belmot looked like he was about to have a stroke. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Flavna, have you lost your mind!?" Grizwald jumped up from his chair. "That's treason against the Crown! I should hang you where you stand!"

"If I may, it seems that Alfred's dubious sources were not entirely correct," Gamesh intervened. "The princess was gravely injured during the demon attack. We took her with us out of the demon-infested tunnels to ensure her safety and guide her to a speedy recovery."

"And where is she now!?" Grizwald shouted. "Why haven't we been informed of such an honored guest!?"

"We could not exclude the possibility that the entire incident was orchestrated to assassinate the princess," Gamesh explained calmly. "To ensure her safety in her weakened state I took it upon myself to keep her location a secret and not risk her return to the palace until she had at least regained consciousness, preferably until her full recovery."

"Very well but keep me informed as soon as there are any developments," lord Belmot instructed.

"Absolutely!" Gamesh bowed again and exchanged glances with Flavna.

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"Captains!" two Purple Cloak soldiers jumped to attention and saluted Flavna and Gamesh as they briskly walked through the corridors of Belmot's Fortress, Iron Peak.

Gamesh acknowledged the soldiers with a smile while Flavna walked past them as if they were furniture. As captains, Flavna and Gamesh had private rooms both in the barracks and in the fortress itself and that was when Flavna was headed, followed closely behind by Gamesh. The entire time Flavna kept a stern, unapproachable expression all the way until Gamesh closed the door of her private room behind them.

"AAAARGH!!!" Flavna finally let out her frustrations as she ruffled her hair. "They're like lice I can't get rid of!"

"You do remember that you could slaughter them all in a blink of an eye?" Gamesh asked humorously as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "Despite what Grizwald would like to believe."

"Don't insult me," Flavna said without even a hint of a smile. "Had you not proven yourself a hundred times over, I'd have you flogged for such words."

"Your loyalty to this family is superhuman," Gamesh smiled, clearly not concerned with potential flogging.

"What is superhuman is the stupidity of the parasites that Belmot surrounded himself with!" Flavna said as she walked to a table that had several half-full plates with smoked and salted meats, among other things. She grabbed a slice off a large plate, bit into it aggressively, and ripped it apart as if the meat was at fault for her frustration.

"You are cute when you're stress eating," Gamesh chuckled.

"Don't ruin this any further," Flavna said as she devoured the first slice she grabbed and reached for a second. "It's already disgusting as it is."

"I've been saying that for years."

"No, that's not what I mean," Flavna bit into the second piece of meat and spit it out almost instantly. "Who the hell salted this!? Can nobody do anything right?"

"I'm guessing the problem is not oversalting?" Gamesh asked.

"Absolutely foul!" Flavna dropped the spoiled piece back on the plate, then lifted the whole thing to smell it, only to put it back down with utter revulsion.

"Salt supplies are all but gone," Gamesh said. "I'm guessing they hoped to get away with using less."

"Ugh," Flavna dropped into a chair and sighed even deeper than Belmot did earlier. But instead of Belmot's sweaty restlessness, Flavna finally let show her exhaustion. "Any word from our contacts in the palace yet?"

"No, complete silence," Gamesh said as he suddenly dropped his light-hearted tone. "It is also something that I would like to confirm, but rather than just our contacts, I've yet to hear of a single person exiting the palace since last night."

"A reaction to what happened in the mines?"

"Without more information, I'd just be speculating," Gamesh shrugged.

"Indulge me," Flavna asked.

"Even if the guards and some among the royal family were worried about their safety when they inevitably heard about the demons, it might make sense to tighten the security and temporarily close their gates for their protection. But it's not like they have demons on their doorstep. Why prevent people from leaving? There are more than enough perverts within those walls that daily frequent certain establishments who would strongly object to any unfounded lockdown."

"Assuming there is a lockdown," Flavna reminded.

"Which is why I've sent additional soldiers there to make sure," Gamesh said.

"All the more reason to make the princess talk."

"Be careful with that," Gamesh warned. "Once she refused to talk with us, our options became highly limited. Unless you really want to lose your head. Our thinly veiled 'protection' excuse is just that."

"Bloody Mary has always been a troublesome one and not just for us," Flavna said. "And Felicia was quick to place all the blame on the princess, at least some of which appears to be legitimate, according to the witnesses. If she was somehow the one to blame for all those deaths, then it doesn't matter if she's a princess or not."

"Not to you, but—"

A knock on the door interrupted Gamesh.

"Pardon me, I have an urgent message from the Pits," a man spoke from the other side of the door.

"!? Come in!" Flavna said.

The door opened and an exhausted, sweaty Purple Cape soldier walked inside. It was clear that he ran all the way here.

"Well?" Gamesh asked.

"Erm," the soldier took out a note and read from it. "The third daughter of His and Her Majesties, Princess Samira, would like to thank Purple Capes for their swift actions in saving lives during the underground massacres as well as their investigation into the demon appearance. To that end, princess Samira has decided to kindly offer her help and talk with some of the witnesses herself."

"So much for nobody leaving the palace," Flavna said as she glanced at Gamesh. "And where is she now?"

"S-she went into the Pits after handing me this message," the soldier said quietly and shrunk down bracing for whatever was to come.

"And the guards just let her in!?" Flavna jumped up. "On whose authority?"

"Princess Samira gave the guards five seconds to guide her to the prisoners or die where they stood," the soldier answered.

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"My Goddess!!" Bob suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Oh, goodie, he's awake again," Felicia said with annoyed resignation to the repeating cycle. "Listen up, traitorous, love-struck, delusional bastard, either you shut up or you go to sleep again."

"But our babies!!" Bob thrashed in the mud and shit as he tried to understand what was happening and why his cock was not inside his Goddess. "Where is my Goddess!? Did she already deliver our first children!? Then I must put more inside her! Even a hundred is not enough! I will keep pumping her womb until she gives birth to a whole legion! An army! We will bring forth an army to cleanse this world of demons and rule together as husband and wife—"

THWACK!

A burly naked man slammed Bob's head against a stone wall and Bob slumped back down into the cesspool he awoke in.

"Finally!" Felicia breathed a sigh of relief. "Michael, make sure his head is above the shit and get back here! Sooner or later, I'll put that scum under me."

Michael, one of the three surviving eunuchs did as commanded with lifeless eyes and rested Bob's head against the very same large stone block that he smacked it into just moments before. Several dried blood stains on that stone block indicated that this was far from the first time that Bob's head forcefully interacted with the stone.

Having done as instructed, Michael trod back to Felicia through the thick, nauseating pool of shit and piss. In his temporary absence, Zack pulled double duty in supporting the makeshift wooden platform above his head on which Felicia rested to keep as much distance from the retched stench as possible.

"Honestly what does he even see in her?" Felicia wondered as she laid back down on her platform, made softer with a layer of kilts. "As if we don't have plenty of big-breasted bimbos in the Guild! To think that his obsession would persist even under the effects of the Taint. That cockroach was more skilled than I gave her credit for. At least in the art of tricking simpletons. You writing all that down, dead men walking!?"

Felicia shouted to the guards above them. They were out of sight, but they were there, beyond the barred opening that Felicia stared through without looking at anything in particular. The gaps between the thick metal bars couldn't have been more than ten inches square, too small for even her tiny body to get through.

It annoyed Felicia to no end just how quickly she got used to staring at the same spot, her only source of light in this deep, dark, revolting cesspool. Spacious enough to hold gladiatorial battles—something that Felicia considered as punishment for her traitors. Or at least as some form of entertainment. Her two eunuchs already had their fight beat out of them and the fourteen other men and women she was put with together in this particular 'pit' fared not much better.

Felicia thought through possible means of escape for some time. Not like there was anything else to do. Even if she did get all the nearby guards into view and wiped them out in a single move, (which already was unlikely) the metal bars were thick enough to delay her escape long enough for backup to arrive and shoot them all like fish in a barrel.

And of Felicia's former fire mages, she was left with the two weakest ones and a third one gone completely mad. All that they'd accomplish is pouring hot metal on their heads just in time for more guards to arrive and finish the job.

No,Felicia comforted herself with fantasies of the many ways that every single one of that whore-slut-captain's Purple Capes would sufferaftershe was freed.Death would be too good for you lot,Felicia thought and managed a smile.

I'll personally make you drink your fill of the shit you dropped me into!Felicia continued to fantasize.As for that cunt, Flavna... Maybe I'll introduce her to Odo Proudcock? He's probably the only man alive with a cock longer than that stick up her ass. Clearly, that blue-haired boyfriend of hers has no cock or skill to speak of that she ended up so addicted to fucking her ass with a broomstick every night that she no longer even bothers to pull it out!

"Hey, dead men walking!" Felicia called out to the guards up above. "I have here literal proof of the vile magics that caused the entire massacre! Are you sure your heads will be spared for ignoring this and keeping us locked up instead of hunting down the real criminal?"

"The 'real criminal' you say?" a female voice answered Felicia. "Do tell!"

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Felicia's eyes snapped wide open when she heard the female voice, instantly recognizing it. Lately, Felicia only heard that voice before it was behind a white mask, not that the identity of the young woman behind the mask was ever kept a secret from Felicia.

"P-princes Samira!?" the guards above recognized the princess that came all the way down to the Pits, which meant she was not behind a mask now. Felicia confirmed this when she saw Samira's face first the first time, appear above her, on the other side of the metal bars that separated them.

The top hat was the first to pop into Felicia's field of view when Samira bent a little to look down on the captives. A strange, cylindrical black hat that was made to order for the princess. It had a big black feather with jewelry attached on the top left side. Then Felicia saw the rest of Samira.

Of the Seven Sisters, Samira was the only one with differently colored iris. The left was black and the right one was blood red, the same color as a few strands on the right side of her completely straight, otherwise pitch-black hair that reached a little past her hips. Her straight bangs just barely covered her thin eyebrows, but not even a single hair obstructed her sight.

Samira wore a black gothic sleeveless dress. The dress left her shoulders collarbone area naked as well as her right arm while her left arm had a black cloth armband. The wide lower part of the dress reached just below the knees from behind and to the middle of thighs from the front, revealing the lace fishnet stockings and knee-high boots.

Surprisingly, even from such a downward angle a panty shot was out of sight for anyone in the pit that Samira stood over.

"Princess, what are you doing here?" one of the guards asked.

"This is no place for a lady," another added.

"I don't need to explain myself, and I don't care," Samira answered to both guards. "But, Felicia, do please continue. You say that you have proof about the criminal responsible for the massacre? Who might that be?"

You must be joking,Felicia thought as she stood up on her platform that Michael and Zack supported beneath her.What the hell is this theatre? Fine!

"Like I keep telling these dead men walking, my loyal subjects were put under a strong seduction spell by one of the participants of the tournament," Felicia said. "It finally wore off on the two of them, but that vile cockroach had apparently spent considerable time alone with my underling, Bob, and her influence over him remains as strong as ever. Even now he's completely delusional and has hallucinations about her whenever he wakes up!"

"How horrible!" Samira responded with no sincerity about the horribleness of the situation. "Was that the same participant that had her way with my sister for the viewing pleasure of thousands of commoners?"

"Y-yes," Felicia started to sweat a little. "I tried to stop it immediately, but by then she already had control of the eunuchs."

"I'm sure you did," Samira said. "And does that all-powerful participant have a name?"

"Beatrice, apparently," Felicia said. "Which I told to both captains that locked me up and their idiot guards. And yet they still refuse to release me!"

"I see, I see," Samira nodded. "So, as I understand from your words, you let one random participant run amok, steal the loyalty of eighteen powerful magicians right under your nose, steal my sister's virginity, and single-handedly destroy a carefully planned and managed event that took the support and cooperation of the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild, Belmot's Purple Capes, and the Crown itself to create? Why are you still alive?"

"E-eh?" Felicia suddenly felt a chill run down her fragile, easily breakable spine.

"C-captain Flavna instructed—"

"Open your mouth again and you'll join my collection," Samira interrupted the guard with such killing intent in her eyes that the guard recoiled, stumbled, and fell on his ass.

You can't be serious!Felicia thought, drenched in cold sweat.The Queen herself entrusted me with—Ah!The more Felicia's mind raced, the more she realized what precarious position she was in. As if watching herself from the outside, she felt small and strangely light, completely alone under the heavy shadow of one of the most powerful among the Seven Sisters.

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"Well?" Samira asked Felicia. "Why would you be kept alive?"

"While the tournament ended in disaster, I have not failed the Crown!" Felicia passionately made her case, feeling her very life on the line. "Despite the setbacks and the lives lost, I continued to fulfill every single task given to me. Inform the Crown that I have not failed, my loyalty has not wavered for a second and I continue to wait for further instructions."

"The Crown?" one of the guards asked. "You never said anything about-UAAAAH!"