Lewd Futanari Succubus Ch. 114

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 Samira pulled by the ears the white hairy creature out of her top hat, one by one Mary and her crew recognized the mystery pull.

"I-Isn't that...?" Remi couldn't even begin to imagine what that person could possibly be doing inside the princess's hat.

A white hairball that didn't even reach five feet in height, with signature foxlike ears that seemed way too big. The pretense of her hiding her hiding her identity behind a mask at the Forge of Champions was laughable, in contrast to her ruthless oversight of those games.

"Felicia," Mary said, putting on a smile for her acquaintance and partner in the games. "You've looked better."

Indeed, Remi thought. Even though it had been a while since Remi saw Felicia without the mask, she couldn't remember the little beastkin ever putting on such a lifeless expression with no light in her eyes.

Felicia didn't answer. She didn't even bother to look at any of Mary's trio. She stood next to Samira like a stupefied doll, slouched, with her dead eyes pointing at a random bush behind Mary.

Seeing no response from the hairball, Mary finally asked Samira, "What did you do to her?"

"Me? You must be joking," Samira scoffed. "I wasn't the one that dropped a building on her head."

"She's dead then?" Mary asked more like a confirmation of something she suspected.

"Of course," Samira confirmed. "And whether you killed her directly--along with hundreds of others with the spell you stole--or indirectly with your actions in the Forge of Champions, her death is on your hands. I must say this pull turned out to be absolutely perfect. Perhaps karma itself guided my hand?"

"Wait, wait, wait, that Felicia is dead!?" Brittany finally lost it. "And the princess can summon the dead!?"

"So what?" Mary dismissed the threat. "Samira always relies on her summons to do her dirty work. And this one is just a little shitty hairball. She wasn't a threat to me when she was alive, and she certainly isn't a threat now that she kicked the bucket."

"Tear up that annoying armor," Samira commanded.

Felicia instantly curled up into a ball and spun in place, accelerating to dizzying speeds. She churned the ground beneath her with her hair that turned into thousands of deadly spikes and launched herself straight at Mary.

Mary just barely jumped out of the way of the white spinning death ball. Felicia tore up several trees to splinters before finally stopping at a larger trunk only to bounce off it and fly straight at Mary again.

Mary spat out several pink bubbles straight at the incoming shredder, but they bounced right off and flew into random directions to explode in the distance. Mary had no choice but to dodge again, eating dirt to stay unharmed. In response, she touched a boulder at launched it at Felicia, but even that was woefully insufficient to stop the spinning shredder.

"What's happening? She was able to take on anything back at the tournament! Why is she holding back?" Remi asked, confused, and worried about Mary's apparent powerlessness.

"Because she grew too reliant on that armor," Samira explained, watching Mary's pathetic state. "Letting the thieving armor absorb all of the magic as it consumed and copied the spells used against the wearer. However, it cannot steal anything from a vessel. Against summons that armor is just dead weight."

"Oh no!" Remi looked on at Mary's desperate resistance.

Each time the princess escaped by the narrowest of margins. Mary manifested a magical orange glowing sword in her hand to strike Felicia as she flew past her, but the sword was disintegrated into a thousand magical particles upon contact.

"Fuck this!" Mary shouted, frustrated.

When Felicia bounced back for another direct strike, Mary ran straight to Brittany.

"Huh--?"

Mary grabbed Brittany, spun around, and put the blonde directly between herself and the death ball.

"WAIT-GHYAAAAAAUAHA!!!!!" Brittany screamed in agony as Felicia's hair tore into her guts and finally ground to a halt in a gory soup.

Mary used this opportunity to summon another magical sword and plunge it straight into Felicia's heart. She turned the magical handle for good measure to cement the deathblow. Felicia grunted, went limp, and fell apart into black and red aura around Mary's magical orange sword. The red and black aura then flew back to Samira who had a dissatisfied look while Mary--sweating and breathing heavily--let go of Brittany's mangled corpse.

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"Brittany..." Remi uttered quietly while looking at the blonde's minced remains in disbelief at what just happened. Remi had no affection for the blonde, but even so this was just too sudden.

"Casually adding another one to your long list," Samira said and lifted her arm, pointing the palm of her hand at Brittany's remains. A red and black misty aura emerged from the mangled corpse and flew toward Samira's hand.

"It was self-defense," Mary shrugged while Samira absorbed the aura directly through the skin of her hand. "You're the one that let that white rodent loose so take some responsibility yourself!"

Samira took her top hat and reached into its bottomless darkness once again.

"Fine! Bring it on!" Mary shouted and got into a combat stance, summoning a fiery magical sword once again. "About time you got brought down a peg!"

Samira scoffed and made another pull out of her top hat. This time the head she pulled had no hair. Samira had to sink her nails into the scalp of the big, fat head to pull it out of the narrow opening.

Meanwhile, fiery wings appeared on Mary's back and grew in size along with her sword as Mary prepared to strike down the next summon as soon as it was finished.

The head of the summon was squashed unnaturally as it came out of the hat; combined with the lifeless eyes it made for a ghastly sight. Slowly, it took shape as more and more of its body was pulled out of the bottomless hat. The size of the pulled naked body was preposterous; its fat layers already hit the ground before it even was half-way out.

"Oh... Gods..." Remi recognized this summon too. The only comfort was that since he appeared out of the Harbinger's hat meant that he was no longer among the living. But that comfort paled in comparison to the horror of seeing her morbidly obese captain naked. "Captain Grizwald?"

Even on his side Grizwald was nearly as tall as he was wide, completely hiding Samira behind his body. As Grizwald struggled to get on his feet, Mary's fiery wings grew bigger than her. Even her brightly burning sword was now unwieldly large.

"Mistress, be careful, his fat--"

"Fuck off, you fat fuck!" Mary screamed and swung her blade, unleashing a blazing storm in Grizwald's general direction.

The flames lit everything in their path on fire and consumed Grizwald.

"Heh," Mary managed a tired smile as she looked at the raging fire where Samira and her summon used to be. "That's what you get for underestimating me, fucking bitch. Maybe I'll pull you out of a hat someday."

The fire wings on Mary's back died out and her sword evaporated. Mary looked at Remi and said, "Get up. I'll have to tell mother what happened here."

Remi slowly stood up; her eyes fixed on Brittany's bloody remains.

"Don't worry--I'll get you another fuck toy at the palace," Mary said. "Maybe Samira's lackeys if they're dumb enough to stick around after what happened. What did they know? Yes, I'll enjoy watching you fuck the information out of those pieces of shit."

"Don't count on it," Samira said.

"WHAT!?" Mary turned around and saw Samira walk from behind the giant wall of flesh that was Grizwald.

"Oh, no!" Remi gasped.

Grizwald's body was completely unscathed by the fire, except for the fact that he no longer had a head. But just when Mary noticed that fact, Grizwald strained himself like he was about to make a dumb and his head popped back up where it used to be. Lifeless eyes, flat expression, but otherwise unharmed.

"His many layers of fat provide for an absolute defense," Remi said. "His head is his only weak point. His offensive capabilities might not be as high as Captain Flavna's, but he has never been defeated in combat."

"If he came out of Samira's shitty hat, that means he was defeated, because he's dead!" Mary shouted.

"Hut be careful of his grease," Remi warned Mary.

"His what?" Mary looked at Remi.

"Grease," Remi repeated. "In the depths of his folds Grizwald secretes his fat and emulsifies it with sweat, creating a grease so potent that it paralyzes upon contact from sheer disgust."

While Remi explained, Grizwald swiped his hand between his belly folds, pulled out a greasy lump, and instantly flung it at Mary with great speed.

"Huh--?" Mary looked just in time to catch Grizwald's grease with her face.

"UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

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Mary fell to her knees. Her eyes stung; her nostrils were filled with slimy liquid that reeked like spoiled fish.

"Wh-what is thi-PTHUA!" Mary tried to speak but the moment she opened her mouth the foul liquid got inside, and even a light taste was enough to make Mary vomit.

Mary tried to wipe the foul grease off her face but only manage to smear it more as it stuck to her hands.

"You brought this on yourself," Samira said and then instructed her morbidly obese summon, "Break her legs."

You, fucking cock-sucking whore!! Mary cursed her older sister as she heard the first lumbering step of the undead fuck that made the ground tremble.

"Use the dirt to get it off!" Remi screamed.

Mary didn't need to be told twice. Shuffling away from her vomit, Mary dug her hands into the forest soil and used it all to scrub her face from Grizwald's grease. Dirt, moss, leaves--she used it all. And as humiliating as it was to literally dig in the dirt like a peasant, it did provide results. And while Grizwald slowly approached, Mary was able to clear her eyes with some leaves enough to be able to somewhat open them. Mary could barely see two feet in front of her, her eyes hurt like hell, very itchy, and watery, but it was an improvement.

Seeing Grizwald barely twenty feet away from her, Mary had few options left. Still sick to her stomach, dirty, hurting, she wanted to tear Samira and her undead fuck to shreds for what they had done to her. And with that single need for revenge Mary leapt to Brittany's corpse and sunk her teeth into the very thick of the bloody mess that had yet to go cold.

"You can't be serious," Samira was taken aback as she watched her younger sister drink her fill of her former companion's blood. "To think I tried to save you from... You really are your worst enemy, Bloody Mary. Stop her!"

Grizwald swiped his hand in his skin folds and raised a fistful of grease above his head. Mary looked up at Grizwald with bloodshot eyes and blood running down her chin. She swiftly moved her arm, and Grizwald's hand got cleanly separated from his wrist. Only a thin floating, trail of blood remained between Grizwald and Mary. It quickly returned back to Mary while she dug in deeper into Brittany's corpse.

"You really are your mother's daughter," Samira said while Grizwald looked at his stump with bewilderment. "You're no longer needed," she added, and Grizwald's body started to sink and dissolve into black and red aura.

Black mist started to form and swirl around Samira while streams of blood swirled around Mary.

"M-my queen?" Remi muttered, worried, scared.

"Queen?" Samira asked. "Your newest sick roleplay?"

"Yeah, sure," Mary finally spoke and revealed a bloody grin. The princess remained on all fours over Brittany's remains like an animal over its prey. She wiped the blood off her chin and said, "Our next roleplay will be 'that time I decapitated my half-breed piece of shit sister'."

The next moment Mary dashed forth at inhuman speed, straight for Samira. Several skeletal warriors rose up in Mary's path, but she cut them apart with a dance of blood as she quickly approached her sister. As the last line of defense a skeletal warrior with a thick black shield the size of a door rose up in front of Samira.

"DIE!!" Mary screamed and thrust her right arm forward. Surrounded with swirling blood, Mary thrust her arm through the shield, the undead warrior himself, and forward still into her sister's warm body.

The shield dissolved first. Then the warrior. But before the undead warrior completely dissolved, Mary already felt her hand quickly grow colder. Once the warrior dissolved Mary saw that--instead of being inside her sister's abdomen--her hand was inside the cold darkness of Samira's top hat that she placed between herself and Mary's attack.

"WHA--" Mary recoiled her hand, but Samira was quicker. She yanked her top hat aside, claiming Mary's hand into the top hat's bottomless darkness.

"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!" Mary screamed as she staggered back holding her forearm. Blood poured from where her hand used to be.

"You done?" Samira asked.

"PIECE OF SHIT!!" Mary screamed and lunged at Samira with her other hand only to be bashed in the head with a giant shield from another undead warrior.

"MARY!!" Remi screamed and ran to catch the princess that tumbled backwards like a doll tossed across a room.

"U-ugh," Mary couldn't speak. The left side of her head and face was bruised bloody, her ankle was bent at an odd angle.

"We surrender!!" Remi pleaded as she held the princess.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that," Samira said as several more warriors armed with dadao swords rose up and walked forward.

"Y-your hand..." Mary uttered weakly.

"Huh?" Remi looked at the beaten princess.

"Give me your hand," Mary said.

"E-eh..." Remi hesitated, but obeyed and presented her hand to Mary.

Mary pulled out her curved dagger and slit Remi's wrist.

"Argh!" Remi cried from the sudden sharp pain.

Mary did not pay attention to that. She held Remi's bleeding wrist with one hand and brought it closer to her own bleeding stump. She let the blood pour on the ground and mix in a growing puddle. Mary then let go of Remi's wrist and with a scream slammed her open palm into the bloody puddle.

The bloody puddle swirled and expanded into a dark red whirlpool right under Mary and Remi. Mary grabbed Remi and pulled her down with her into the bloody whirlpool. As soon as they both disappeared into it, the whirlpool closed behind them.

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What the hell is going on?! "Ophelia" wondered as she watched her guards have sex with Olivia. No, rather, it was as if Olivia was having sex with her guards. Taking turns, they tagged each other in and out with increasingly weary expressions while Olivia sucked their cocks dry and devoured both their cum and spirit.

"What the fuck are you losers doing!?" Ophelia shouted at her useless soldiers. "Can't you even rape one girl properly!? You had no complaints raping me for days straight!"

"W-what?" one of the Purple Capes looked at Ophelia bewildered.

"P-Princess, what are you talking about?" another guard asked.

"Forget it! Better tell me this: why is your dick limp? Have you all grown impotent!?"

"Princess, I can't... I need a break. She's insatiable! I came three times already!"

"I came four! And the last time she fondled my balls to get the last drops out. It was iiincredible!"

"Yeah, I'm done for today," another guy said and bent over to pick up his trousers, his ass facing Ophelia. "The others can have-eyAAAAAAAARGH!!"

"Useless!" Ophelia as the bum-naked, electrified guard fell lifeless on the floor, adding to Ophelia's rising body count. "I'll make it simple: either die from exhaustion or die from electrocution!"

Yeesss! This is even better! The thrill of fucking with your life hanging in the balance! Come on! Bring your dicks! Show me your will!

Olivia rode two guards at once. She ground her hips against them, tightening her ass and pussy around their cocks while sucking off the guard in front of her.

Yes, take him all the way down your throat! Don't forget to use the tongue! Ah, and you're no longer slacking off with your hands. Good, you're a fast learner. This isn't your first time around a cock, is it?

What is this? Ophelia got increasingly confused by what she saw. What should have been a cathartic show instead left her with a growing sense of unease. Is this really Olivia? The same overbearing, uptight Olivia who looked down on everyone around her is now taking five cocks at a time with ease?

"Princess, we should leave," Sofia finally spoke up behind Ophelia, holding her unconscious sister in her lap.

"What did you say!?" Ophelia snapped at her blonde cat girl bodyguard. "You dare tell me what to do!?"

"I beg you! Portia needs a healer!" Sofia pleaded. "We should also get out your theater group while we can! This place could come crashing down on our heads!"

"I know what I'm doing! Because of her Belmot is dead! Because of her I ended up here! I'll have my way with her! I'm due that much!"

"That girl is creepy! Can't you see it? She's giving off a horrible aura."

"She's a pretentious nobody who-as it turns out-recently learned to suck a few cocks. Big deal! She's only alive because I chose so! Even now I can end her life at any moment."

"U-uuu..." Sofia whimpered and curled up around her sister, trying to be as small as possible.

"Hmph! That's better!" Ophelia said and turned around to Olivia and the guards. "Now, where were we-huh?"

What few guards could still get it up to fuck Olivia were now on the ground: exhausted, dried up husks of their former selves, barely able to move a finger. And of the two female Purple Capes present one was now with her face down and ass up, filled with cum, while the other was getting the dicking of her life that made her grin silly from the pleasure while Olivia pounded her pussy like no tomorrow with a big veiny cock.

"T... The fuck?" Ophelia took a step back.

"More!! More!" the female guard moaned. "That's the spot! Just like that! Ooohhhh~!"

And while Olivia fucked the guard faster and faster, approaching her orgasm, she lifted her head and looked right into Ophelia's eyes.

"Yes, I'm cumming!" the woman cried. "Fill me up with cum! Give me all of it! I need it! Ah! I need it now! Now! Noooooooooooowww~~~!"

Olivia jerked and thrust as deep as she could into the female in heat, pumping a hot load deep into the crazed, horny pussy. And while Olivia pumped the guard full of cum she did not break eye-contact with Ophelia.

"What... How..." Ophelia was at a loss for words at what she saw. And as Olivia let go of her satisfied cum receptacle and stood up, she revealed her massive veiny cock in its full horrifying glory.

Ophelia felt a chill run down her spine, and she could not even tell why. Olivia herself did not look triumphant nor satisfied after conquering her assaulters. There was neither sadness nor thirst for vengeance in her eyes. Cum still rolled down Olivia's body when she took her first step toward Ophelia.

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"S-Stop," 'Ophelia' ordered, lacking any conviction in her voice. She could not take her eyes away from Olivia's giant, erect cock that glistened with her female guards' pussy juices.

Ophelia's "command" did appear to even register with Olivia. With a lazy posture and slightly hunched back, she staggered forward. Not even a hint of the ninja girl's former combative, purposeful stance remained.

Yes, that wasn't nearly enough, was it? The voice inside Olivia's head sneered. You want her, don't you? Of course, you do! After all this time, all the struggle just to reach this ungrateful little brat. And what does she do? Try to kill you and then order your rape?? Someone's overdue for a thorough disciplining!

"I told you to fucking stop!!" Ophelia screamed and unleashed the full force of her lighting magic on Olivia.

Ha, easy! Olivia blocked the lightning with open palms of her hands. She then gathered the magic in her fists and repelled it right back at Ophelia.

"WHAT!?" Ophelia tried to block her own attack, but the magic overwhelmed her and sent her flying back the same way she treated her guards. "GHAAAAH!"

"Uugh..." Ophelia reeled from a throbbing headache after she hit her head. She didn't even notice her facial features revert back to the mix of 'Ophelia' and 'Emily'. "Sofia!! Portia! Fucking do your job!"

Emily looked around for her bodyguards and saw Sofia on the other side of the hall. The cat girl carried Portia away on her back while hurrying the other kids ahead of her.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" Emily screamed. "Get back here you useless feline trash!! I said come back! I'll fucking fuck you with a rusty sword, gut you, and serve you piecemeal to the druggies in the S. E. C. R. E. T. District!!"

Sofia did not return. She did not even slow down. And Olivia just staggered on closer to Emily.

"NO!!" Emily fired off another lightning spell with her hand but Olivia just knocked the lighting aside with one hand and took another step forward. Her cock lost none of its veiny firmness.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck is this fever dream!?" Emily panicked as she scrambled and pressed against the same wall that Olivia knocked her against a moment earlier. "What happened to you!?"

Olivia did not answer. She did not even slightly change her absent expression.

"FINE! Be that way!!" Emily screamed, pressed her left hand against the giant jewel in her armor. A powerful electric current started flowing from her hand, through her arm, and upper body. Emily then channeled all that growing power into her right hand and shouted, "I'm giving you this one chance! Walk away! I don't care how strong you think you've gotten; this attack will turn you to ash!"

Olivia took another step forward.

"LAST WARNING!!"

Another step forward.

"FUUUCK OOOOOFFFFFFF!!!" Emily launched a lightning storm at Olivia.

The attack stopped just short of hitting Olivia and crashed against some kind of invisible wall right in front of Olivia's face. The lighting storm was large enough to spread out in front of Olivia, but there were no gaps in the barrier. The storm dispersed without so much as tickling Olivia.

"Haaa?" Emily's lower lip trembled. And when she saw Olivia resume her lurching stride, Emily's shock gave way to fear.

She's spent. Finally, you get your reward.

"W-Wait! Olivia..." Emily smiled nervously while cold sweat rolled down her face. "Olivia? Sis? Let's talk about it!"

Oh, we're long past talking, he-he! To think that pathetic worm thought he could contain your awakened desires! Those pathetic guards were just an appetizer. We both know you crave something more... Personal! Ha-ha-ha!

Seeing no reaction from Olivia, Emily ran for it. But only a few steps into her sprint she smashed face-first into an invisible barrier.

Ha! As if! This sibling reunion is meant to be! Just look at how excited you are! But do ease her into it, he-he. I doubt she's had anything that big inside her before. Ha... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

"Sis, please!" Emily begged. "What do you want? Tell me! Just talk to me, please!!"

"O-Olivia?" Beatrice gasped in surprise after running to where she heard screams coming from.

The succubus could not believe her eyes. In a hall littered with bodies--both dead and unconscious--she saw Olivia: completely naked and with a giant, rock-hard cock that even eclipsed her own, approach a terrified pink-haired girl who had her back and arms pressed against thin air, clawing against some invisible wall that seemingly prevented her escape.