**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, etc.
## 6: The Priestess And The Futanari (18++)
Once at the altar, Helen leaned toward the futanari’s cock. *Amazing*, the priestess thought, studying the thick piece of meat. She watched how the futanari slid her gentle hand up and down the veins of a hot, thick, pulsating cock. *Nothing like the other priests,* Helen thought and then gasped. *Where are the testicles? How could she cum so much without them? Truly a being of legends!*
*And her pussylips!* Helen kept staring with her mouth half-open. *Such an amazing shape! What is that liquid leaking from her? No! I can’t possibly touch her there! I have no right! Do I even dare touch her cock? Do I dare to interrupt her? No, I have to! It is my job to satisfy the cock of our Savior! The High Priest himself ordered me to do so! I can do it! I can! For my little sister!*
Helen finally mustered the courage to reach for the hot object. She didn’t dare to touch it with her hand. *She probably knows much better what to do than me. I can do only one thing. Something she cannot do!* Helen opened her mouth and slowly lowered it over the head of Beatrice’s cock. She took it into her mouth and licked the head of the cock with her tongue.
“Oooooh!” the futanari cried and tensed up from the new sensations.
*If only Elen could see me now*! Helen thought. *She would be so proud of me! I’m helping save the world! Yes! This is required of me. I must do my duty as a priestess. It is not for my enjoyment. But… If I touch myself, the Savior might enjoy the show and have her relief faster. Yes—for the relief of the Savior! I’m doing this for the Savior, not for myself. The Savior will love to see me plunge my fingers inside my naughty pussy. Look! I can take three fingers inside me so easily!*
Helen’s efforts did not go unnoticed. Beatrice took a look at the redhead that was sucking her off. She had always dreamed of having sex with a girl that enjoyed giving head so much that she could not help but reach toward her own pussy.
Helen felt Beatrice’s cock expand inside her mouth*. Oh, the Savior likes it! Her cock is as hard as a rock! She really likes it! She likes me! I’m doing a good job! And I can make her feel even better! I can take her deeper—*
“Ugh,” Helen gagged and had to let go of Beatrice’s cock to take a breath. As Beatrice’s cock exited Helen’s mouth, they were connected by strands of spit. Beatrice’s entire cock was wet and slippery from Helen’s spit. And while the redhead breathed deeply from her inexperienced mouth, she instinctively knew to stroke the futanari’s cock to keep the stimulation going, spreading her own lube all over it.
Once recovered, Helen took the futanari’s cock into her mouth again, as deep as she could, pressing it against the opening that led to her throat.
“Uuugh, so good!” The futanari moaned and arched her back.
*“Good”? She said “good”! She said that word! She praised me!* Helen thought while servicing the futanari’s cock. *I’m doing a good job! See, older sister? I’m not useless after all! See what a good cocksucker I am? I wish you were here right now! I wish we could suck this cock together! We could rub each other’s pussies as we serviced this thick piece of meat. Lick each other’s saliva off it. You would like that, wouldn’t you, big sister?*
Beatrice couldn’t know what Helen was thinking, but she could feel that the redhead enjoyed her cock. And that was all that mattered to Beatrice. She placed her hands on the back of Helen’s head and pushed her down, penetrating the gentle opening to the girl’s throat, plunging deep inside.
“Glhrgh!” Helen gurgled, her eyes teared up from the unexpected violation. She convulsed and gagged, barely holding back from vomiting. But the futanari just kept roughly moving her head back and forth for her own selfish pleasure.
“Hhhn! Incredible!” Beatrice moaned. “So, this is what it feels like!? Ugh! The pressure—Haah! The pleasure of having my whole cock inside a pretty girl’s mouth!”
It only took a couple more of rough bobs of Helen’s head for the futanari to unleash her second load down Helen’s throat. The redhead could feel the semen pumping directly into her stomach, overflowing her canals, filling up her mouth. She struggled to break free until finally, Beatrice released her head.
“Gaaaah!” Helen gasped for air and let cum leak from her mouth, while Beatrice sprayed more over her messy face.
-5 Arousal Points.
Arousal Points
11/20 (+0.01/sec)
Two tabs quickly flashed through Beatrice’s mind in rapid succession now that she had climaxed, but her thoughts were elsewhere—with the redhead she just used for her pleasure.
Helen was exhausted. She collapsed on the floor at the altar. But seeing her breathing hard, her pretty face smeared with cum, tears, and saliva, only excited the futanari more. Beatrice’s dick remained hard. She lusted after Helen’s body. She wanted to rip off her robes and violate her fully—a proper reward for the good service.
“Priscilla! Victoria!” Lucarad called out the names of two more women among his members. “Do you not see our Savior’s lust-filled gaze? Have you not yet realized that a futanari summoned by lust will not be satisfied so easily? Hurry up and help Helen take care of our Savior’s needs!”
## 7: Ararachni (18++)
“Heavenly Strike!” Victoria screamed and cleaved the last enemy, an Arachling in half. The two feet high, eight-legged creature fell motionless, four legs to each of the halves. The heavily-armored warrior with blonde, wavy hair swung her claymore to shake off the purple blood off the blade.
“We really should have prepared more before heading out,” a petite girl with twin ponytails said while healing the wounds of another party member, a knight named Rebecca. She wore heavy armor, similar to Victoria, but relied on her trusty short sword and heavy triangular shield.
“Nonsense, Priscilla,” the leader of the party, Amarantha said. She was tall and slender, her bob haircut suited her deep purple hair. She wore black leather armor and had a single curved dagger for a weapon. “How could we delay any longer when the villagers literally begged on their knees for our help?”
“I agree with Amy!” A green-haired ranger, Cassy said. “If we waited any longer, the girls might be beyond saving.”
The ranger wore a cute, short, low-cut light green dress that revealed a good third of her large breasts, while also put her thighs on full display thanks to a combination with her white stockings. On her back, Cassy had a quiver full of finely crafted arrows and a small bow as her weapon. If all those things were not enough to give away her origin, her long, pointy ears left no doubt that Cassy was an Elf.
“They are probably beyond saving already,” Victoria said.
“This discussion is pointless now,” Rebecca said as she stood up and took up her weapons. “We must find Ararachni before its spawn wears us down.”
The five girls ventured deeper into the web-covered tunnels. After about five minutes since their last combat encounter, they finally found one of the girls from the villages.
“Here, come quick!” Cassy screamed.
“Quiet!” Rebecca whispered, worried about them attracting more unnecessary enemies.
The girls rushed to Cassy, but none of them could say a word when they saw the villager. The girl was pinned to the wall, completely nude, wrapped in webs. Only her perky breasts and pussy were exposed. All her limbs were bound to the rocks, except for her left arm, which was pressed to her torso. By mere luck or by some devious purpose, the girl’s free hand ended up right at her crotch. And she kept continuously rubbing her clit over and over while her pussy extruded a strange white liquid.
“Happy… Happy… So happy,” the girl repeated over and over again.
“It’s like she’s in a trance,” Rebecca said.
Cassy slowly reached to the liquid, but Victoria grabbed her hand.
“Don’t touch it!” Victoria said in a strong, ominous tone.
“But we have to help her!” Amy said.
“These webs are all connected,” Rebecca said, pointing at the complex maze of webs that spread from the girl all over the walls, disappearing in the darkness ahead. “If we try to free her, the whole nest will be warned of their prey trying to escape.”
“First we deal with the main threat, then we free who we can,” Victoria concluded. “Let’s go.”
The five girls went further. Rebecca first, followed by Victoria, then Amarantha, Priscilla, and the last—Cassy. The ranger looked back, worried. “I hope nothing happens to her while we’re gone,” she said.
“She’s beyond our help anyway,” Amarantha said with a smile.
“What? How?” Priscilla asked.
“Haven’t you heard?” Amarantha asked. “How else did you think Ararachni’s little spawn can drag human girls away so easily?”
“Don’t they use large numbers?” Priscilla asked.
“Yes, that’s the lie the villagers tell themselves to ignore the fact that the girls let themselves be taken away,” Amarantha said.
“Why would they do that?” Cassy asked.
“Because the poison of these creatures is highly toxic to humans,” Amarantha explained. “It affects the brain, that drowns the human in pleasure. Consumed by lust, the prey is unable to resist. Even the webs are soaked with this poison.”
As the group walked deeper into the tunnels they saw more girls, all bound in compromising positions. All of them nude, all of them lost in their own little worlds of ecstasy. The few of the girls that were still able to speak coherent words, all kept repeating similar things. Joy. Pleasure. Some even begged for more, clearly driven mad already.
“How horrible!” Cassy teared up.
“But why do they only abduct girls who are eighteen years old or older?” Rebecca asked.
“For impregnation,” Amarantha giggled. “Ararachni and its spawn sense when the girl’s bodies are ready. Ararachni uses human girls to lay its eggs and grow its brood. Sometimes the girls lay a dozen eggs at a time. That is the other reason why they poison the brain to produce so much pleasure. Without it, the mutation of human bodies needed to successfully produce the offsprings would be unbearable.”
“No,” Cassy gasped and looked around at the girls who were not even aware of their presence.
“Exactly. And the side effect of such heavy alteration is that when the girls finally lay eggs for the first time, they reach such peaks of ecstasy that their brains simply malfunction. They want nothing more but to lay eggs again and again, eagerly waiting for their turn to be impregnated once again. They probably don’t even remember that they’re human.”
“Ugh, I think I might throw up,” Priscilla said, looking paler than usual.
“This is a new form of evil,” Rebecca said with disgust on her face. “We have to find that creature right away and rip it to pieces!”
“Yeah, about that,” Amarantha said and disappeared from sight.
“What?” Rebecca looked behind her when something flashed through the air.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Amarantha said with a smile, standing inches behind Rebecca.
“Ghuagh!” Rebecca choked when her throat split open and blood poured forward.
## 8: Hidden Desires (18+)
“Kh… Kha—” Rebecca choked on her own blood. She tried to hold the gaping wound on her neck with her hand, but it was no use—the blood kept pouring through her fingers.
“REBECCAAA!!!” Priscilla screamed and rushed to her fallen sister in arms.
“You traitorous—” Victoria dashed at Amarantha with her claymore drawn, but the assassin disappeared from her sight.
Amarantha appeared behind the Victoria and thrust her dagger through the gaps of the warrior’s armor—at the waist and behind the knee, both critical hits. Crippled, Victoria fell to her knees while Amarantha sprinted to Priscilla.
Because Amarantha’s [Blink] spell was on cooldown, Priscilla saw the purple-haired assassin coming and managed to dodge a fatal attack at her neck, but the second attack from Amarantha proved just as deadly. The assassin effortlessly cut through the side of the healer’s light armor and rushed to her last target while Priscilla bled out on the ground behind her.
“AMY! STOP!” Cassy desperately screamed. She raised her bow and managed to nock an arrow despite her shaking hands. The ranger grit her teeth, aiming at the swift and nimble assassin, but there was no conviction on her face. The terrified girl could never have imagined that one of their own, someone with whom they’ve spent their entire lives ever since they escaped from that dreadful orphanage, would betray them in such a cruel and senseless way.
“Please, why are you—” Cassy tried to reason with her dearest friend but was swiftly silenced. Forever. Cassy never found out why Amarantha betrayed her and the others. The only mercy she received was a quick death—the ranger’s decapitated head fell to the ground at Amarantha’s feet before her headless body toppled over.
“MURDERER!!!” Victoria screamed and swung her claymore at the standing Amarantha. But the assassin effortlessly dodged the attack and increased the distance from the warrior until they were at least thirty feet apart.
Amarantha gracefully landed on her feet, while Victoria barely managed to stand. She used her claymore for support and pressed her wound with her free hand. Victoria looked at the grinning, self-satisfied assassin and said, “You bastard… How could you do this to your sisters?”
“We’re not even related,” Amarantha shrugged.
“We’ve been together for eighteen years!” Victoria screamed. “How could you!?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Amarantha asked sarcastically and raised her hands as if the others should have seen this coming. “Remember the night when the four of us had some fun while you sat in the corner polishing your claymore?”
“… You’re going to have to be more specific,” Victoria said. Way too many cold winter nights flashed through her mind when her lesbian sisters in arms kept each other warm the best way they knew. Victoria was the only one who refused to participate, despite the blatant advances from the others, especially Priscilla.
“That time I asked Cassy to put small wooden balls into my pussy which I then slowly squeezed out while she fingered my butt?”
“Oh, no,” Victoria gasped as the horrifying truth dawned on her.
“That’s right!” Amarantha proclaimed. “For years I have fantasized about oviposition! To have a creature like Ararachni lay its eggs inside me. To deliver them with a smile on my face like a good incubator! Eventually, my fantasies were not enough. I rushed our expedition to this lair. And when I saw how happy the girls here are, I made up my mind. I want nothing more than give my body to Ararachni!”
“Then why didn’t you just go here alone and disappear along with your disgusting fantasies!?”
“And risk you killing the creature? No! You were the only competent adventurers in the area. Obviously, you all had to die!”
“You’re insane!” Victoria screamed.
“It’s the rest of the world that’s insane!” Amarantha said. “Why should I suffer through the rest of my life, fighting for scraps to sustain a meager existence, when a much better option exists? No pain. No worries. Just pleasure for the rest of my life in the best way I could possibly imagine!”
“I’ve heard enough!” Victoria said and raised her claymore. Her whole body ached from each move she made, but Victoria’s resolve was strong. “I will kill you for what you have done. Here. Now!”
“You can try,” Amarantha smiled wickedly and licked the blood off her dagger.
“Heavenly—Gah!”
Victoria’s attack was interrupted. Both she and Amarantha were covered in webs right where they stood. Out of the shadows, their original target, Ararachni, approached. An eight-legged abomination.
“Ara… Ara,” the monster hissed in a high-pitched voice, that pierced the ears. Ararachni was grotesque. Its flesh was sickly red, green, and purple. Each of its legs was of different lengths and thicknesses. The head of the monster was asymmetrical, with fifteen protruding black eyes, covering the head seemingly at random.
It approached Amarantha first, towering over the girl.
“Valkyrie’s Last Stand!” Victoria shouted. Her blade shined with divine light, melting the surrounding web from the claymore and her arm. Ararachni paid no attention to Victoria. Instead, the monster salivated over Amarantha. Victoria managed to cut the rest of the webs that held her and freed herself. She looked ahead at Amarantha, who was face to face with the eight-legged abomination.
“Ah, Yes!” Amarantha extended her one free hand toward the monster. “For so long… I’ve waited for so long! Please, take me now! I can’t bear it anymore!”
Victoria raised her claymore, ready to charge and strike down her former comrade, but hesitated at the last second when she saw Ararachni already raising its many crooked appendages above the captured girl.
*If I move there now, even if I can strike down Ararachni’s prey, it will surely strike back against me in vengeance,* Victoria thought. *And as I am right now, I won’t be fast enough to avoid both its legs and the webs.*
“V-Victoria…”
Victoria turned around and saw Priscilla, bleeding, covered in webs, but with open eyes.
“Priscilla!?” Victoria screamed in surprise. *She’s alive!?*
Victoria left Amarantha to her fate and limped toward Priscilla.
“Hold on, dear sister,” Victoria said and freed Priscilla from her ropes. Victoria then helped Priscilla up, supporting most of her friend’s weight.
“Ugh,” Priscilla moaned, wincing from the pain that emanated from the gaping wound on the side of her torso. “If I somehow make it through this I will eat you out as no girl has ever done before. Which would be—cough—completely immoral if we were related by blood.”
“It’s a good thing we’re not,” Victoria said, indulging her friend’s fantasies. Anything to keep her alive while they took their first steps away from the monster’s lair. “Let’s get out of here while we still can!”
Though Priscilla was usually light as a feather, Victoria’s own wounds were getting the better of her. Even killing a single Arachling they encountered on their way out took Victoria to the brink of collapse. *Did I seriously think I could kill Amarantha and get away with it?* Victoria thought and almost laughed at her foolishness.
Victoria tried not to look at the trapped girls—lost in pleasure—that she passed. *I can’t help them. I can’t help them*, Victoria kept repeating. *I can barely get myself and Priscilla out. And the way they are… They would probably resist, even if I was in any condition to help.*
*They look like they’re in heaven… How can it possibly feel good enough to throw your life away? To betray your non-blood-related sisters in arms? How could she? Amarantha, you treacherous snake! Did you get what you want? Are you drowning in pleasure like these girls? Are you having fun as your reward for killing your friends? Your lovers?*
Victoria’s blood was boiling. *That fate is too good for that traitor! I should go back and cut off her head! If she enjoys being a monster’s plaything that much, maybe she’ll enjoy being run through as well! I might be able to get away… And if not… If Ararachi does capture me… Would it be that bad? At least I’d get to have my revenge.*
*The price for killing a comrade is giving yourself to the monster to have its way with you? Somehow that seems right. Would it make me a bad person if I gave myself to that fate? If I enjoyed that? But what about Priscilla? Do I take her with me? Would she be ready to join me among the other girls trapped here? We would both end up impregnated by Ararachni? For the rest of our lives, our only purpose would be to lay eggs for monsters and climax each time*—
“Light… There’s light up ahead,” Priscilla uttered weakly.
The voice of her dear friend snapped Victoria out of her delusions. She did not even notice how far she managed to walk while lost in her own fantasies. Her friend’s voice gave Victoria the strength to take the last steps outside Ararachni’s lair.
“Haaaah,” Victoria gasped and collapsed on the ground from overexertion. Her consciousness faded.
“Victora? Victoria!” Priscilla shouted, trying to shake her friend back to reality, not noticing that blood kept pouring from her own wound.
“Perhaps we can help?” Priscilla heard a man’s voice.
She looked up and through a haze saw two figures standing on the rocky terrain that surrounded Ararachni’s lair. A young man with short white hair and in purple robes slowly approached her. Timidly trailing just behind him, was a redhead in blue robes. That was when Priscilla’s body finally gave out and she fell unconscious next to her Victoria.
## 9: Cow Tits (18++)
Two cloaked figures approached Beatrice who was still on the altar, unable to control her lust.
The shorter figure removed the hood that covered her face, revealing a youthful girl with blue twin ponytails, about twenty years old. Unlike the others, this girl, it seemed, went out of her way to adjust her robes to be form-fitting. In several places, she accomplished this by strapping and tightening old leather belts around the baggy cloth, such as around her torso and arms. If her goal was to show off her petite figure, she accomplished that.
The taller figure next to the twin-tailed girl also removed her hood, revealing a beautiful woman with long blonde wavy hair. She had strong features and sharp eyes.
*A bodyguard?* Beatrice wondered, judging by the blonde’s stern expression.
They stopped just a few feet from the stone altar. The short girl hopped behind the blonde and grabbed hold of the blonde’s prominent breasts, fondling them through the robes.
“Priscilla!” Victoria screamed and looked back at the twin-tailed girl. The blonde seemed shocked and ashamed but did nothing to stop the little pervert.
“Masturbation and a half-decent blowjob won’t cut it when you have girls like us,” Priscilla said while looking Beatrice straight in the eyes. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck one of us? Or both of us?”
“Priscilla—Ah!” Victoria exclaimed, blushing and deeply embarrassed about the degrading ways her friend spoke about them both. “How can you say such things?”
“How can *I*?” Priscilla asked and sunk her hand into Victoria’s robes, digging deeper and lower, past the blonde’s abdomen, until she reached her target between Victoria’s thighs. “You’re the one who’s not being honest here!”
“Ahn!” Victoria moaned and clenched her fists, trying to control herself under the assault of Priscilla’s skilled fingers.
“You’ve never gotten this wet, this fast with me!” Priscilla complained. “Could it be… Is it because of the Savior? Is it because of her looks? Or because the size of the Savior’s cow tits rivals your own?”
*‘Cow tits’?* Beatrice thought and massaged her breasts. *Sure, they’re big, double Ds most likely. But they’re not saggy in the slightest!*
“D-don’t say—hn—such things!” Victoria whimpered in a way that Beatrice would never have expected when she first saw her.
Priscilla kept up her attack on her friend’s weak spot with one hand while undressing her with the other. Without wasted movements, without relenting her assault even for a second. It was clear to Beatrice that the twin-tailed girl had done this many times before.
As soon, as the blonde’s ample right breast dropped into the open, Priscilla pinched the exposed nipple.
“Hyah!” Victoria screamed while Priscilla continued undressing her. Victoria’s entire upper torso was now on full display and Beatrice was able to appreciate Priscilla’s frustration. Victoria’s breasts were massive and with no bra to support them, gave in to gravity.
“This really pisses me off!” Priscilla growled while sliding the remaining robes down Victoria’s legs. “I can tolerate you being blessed with these watermelons. They’re two of the reasons I like you, but I absolutely hate how you go into heat the moment you see another set like yours!”
“That’s not true!” Victoria cried.
“Who are you trying to fool!?” Priscilla yelled and plunged two fingers deep between Victoria’s swollen pussy lips.
“Ooooh!” Victoria moaned and arched her back while Priscilla stood behind and fingered her.
“At least your lower lips don’t lie,” Pricilla said with a wide grin and kept finger fucking the blonde. “Don’t think I didn’t see the way you rubbed your thighs under your robes! The way you squirmed when you saw our Savior’s big perky tits! The way you licked off every last drop from your hands, I saw it all! I’m always watching you!”
Victoria just stood there with her eyes closed and let Priscilla have her way with her, moaning all the way while Priscilla berated her. Just as Victoria got used to Priscilla’s unrelenting rhythm, Priscilla pulled her fingers out of Victoria’s drenching pussy and raised them up close to the blonde’s face.
“See how wet you are?” Priscilla asked as she held her fingers—glistening with Victoria’s pussy juice—close to Victoria’s lips.
“Aaah,” Victoria opened her mouth and took Priscilla’s fingers inside, sucking on them, licking off her own juices with her tongue.
“Good girl,” Priscilla said softly and smiled.
Priscilla stood up on her toes, reaching to Victoria with her wet tongue, salivating for a kiss. Victoria turned around and gladly accepted Priscilla’s tongue inside her mouth. They embraced in a passionate kiss.
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