**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.
## 80: Behold, the Power of Two Vibrators! (18++)
“OOOOOHHH FUUUUUUCK~!” Tabitha yelled out as Beatrice pushed inside the mage’s tight asshole using her tail.
With one hand, the succubus held Tabitha by the hip as she plowed her pussy with her swollen futa-cock, and with another, the succubus grabbed her own tail tightly and pushed it deeper inside Tabitha’s rectum.
The heart-shaped tip of the tail was already inside, pushing the vibrating dildo deeper inside Tabitha’s canal, but there were so many more feet of this all-natural dildo left to go. Inch by inch, the thick black tail was forced deeper into the cum-lubricated ass. No less girthy than her futa-cock but far longer than any cock in this world, it was only a matter of how much the masochistic mage could handle.
“UUUUUGGHHHH,” Tabitha grunted as she tried to deal with the pain coming from her ass that struggled to let the succubus’s tail so deep inside. Though it was slight—and even unnoticeable to the eye—Beatrice’s tail increased in diameter from the tip all the way to where it grew just above the succubus’s voluptuous butt. And Tabitha felt both her sphincter muscles stretch. Even when the girth increased a tenth of an inch—she felt it. The endless increase. The pain that further fed the masochist’s everlasting orgasm.
“You’re tearing me apart!” Tabitha cried.
“And you love it!” Beatrice grunted as she kept fucking Tabitha’s pussy. Beatrice then pulled her tail slightly back out, before plunging it back, full force, deeper than ever.
“UUAAGH I DOOOOO~~” Tabitha screamed as another small stream of watery liquid shot out of her vagina. Tabitha squirted so much already, that there was hardly any liquid left to eject. A great puddle formed at both the girls’ feet—Tabitha’s watery ejaculation mixed with Beatrice’s potent cum that was pushed out of Tabitha’s stuffed pussy, drop by drop after each hard thrust.
The girls could only hope that it didn’t already trickle through the gaps in the wooden floorboards down to the first floor and on somebody’s head. Not that any of them had the awareness or the brain capacity left in their cum-addled brains to consider such things.
“What a good little slut!” Beatrice praised Tabitha for taking such unrelenting fucking so well. “You’re mine to do with as I please, aren’t you?”
“OOOOH YESSS!!” Tabitha’s moans were like screams. She was completely at the mercy of the attacking succubus. With no strength or desire to stand or resist, Tabitha gladly gave all her holes to be used in whichever way Beatrice saw fit. The only thing she wanted in return was pleasure. And she got it in spades! Even all the pain from getting stuffed past reason eventually turned to pleasure.
“DO ME! FUCK ME! RAVAGE ME! BREAK ME! I AM YOUUURSSSSS~!” Tabitha screamed in a half-lucid, euphoric trance.
Tabitha’s womb was already half-numb from the ceaseless vibrations that coursed through it, combined with powerful thrusts that threatened to invade the organ directly, while another vibrator was lost deep within her rectal bowels, massaging her backdoor muscles while the succubus’s tail spread them to their limit.
Beatrice was already on the verge of orgasm even before she entered Tabitha’s rectum. The momentary arousing distraction had slightly decreased her efforts toward reaching a climax, but now it was inevitable. When the succubus felt new pressure against her cock, coming from the stretched, trembling inner walls that separated Tabitha’s two fuck-holes, she grunted and unleashed a second wave of cum, no less potent nor less copious than her first.
“OOOOOOOOOOHH FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Tabitha screamed as her insides were filled with more hot, sticky liquid.
But with both Tabitha’s holes stuffed full of cock and tail, the futanari’s cum could not escape the mage’s body. The succubus’s tail pumped Tabitha’s bowels full, sending the cum further up her inner canals. But inside Tabitha’s already overflowing pussy the cum-pressure kept rising. There was only so much that could leak outside, past the tight, sacred connection of cock and pussy. Thus, the hot load of cum was forced directly into Tabitha’s womb.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~” Tabitha screamed. “I FEEL IT! I FEEL IT! I FEEL YOU INSIDE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~”
“I AM INSIDE YOU!” Beatrice screamed in reply as she herself could not stop cumming. “AND YOU ARE MINE! FOREVER!!”
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS~~” Tabitha shrieked as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. There was only so much rising pleasure a human mind could take before overloading.
-21 AP
Even though Beatrice’s orgasm should have subsided, even though her swollen cock hurt from the overstimulation, the convulsing masochist’s spasming holes were too irresistible to stop screwing. As long as Beatrice had strength, as long as she had breath, she had to continue giving Tabitha what she so desperately craved. And after just a few more powerful thrusts, Beatrice felt the third wave of cum unleash.
Beatrice’s mind went white. She could not see or hear. The succubus’s body only knew one thing instinctively—to fuck and breed the sexy bitch in heat before her.
Beatrice jammed her tail as deep inside Tabitha’s ass as she could, thrust her cock hard into Tabitha’s pussy, pushing the convulsing mage against the wooden door, shoving aside the vibrator inside her pussy and nearly breaking into her womb directly, and started pumping the holy nectar directly into Tabitha’s womb.
-21 AP
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Both girls passed out as they came. And even as they collapsed on the floor, in a puddle of ejaculate, cum, and sweat—they were still connected. By luck or some other divine power, Tabitha fell directly beside Beatrice, with the succubus’s arm at her waist. And when Beatrice’s other arm fell atop Tabitha’s other side it looked like both girls fell asleep like that. Calmly sleeping like two newlywed lovers—embraced and happy.
Both girls were unconscious for many hours, and even the vibrations of two egg-shaped vibrators inside Tabitha’s ass and pussy could not awake her. A subtle hum remained in the room until the magic of the items ran out and the vibrators disappeared as if they had never existed.
## 81: Setting The Stage
“You shall go no further, foul demon!” A boy, clad in armor way too big for him monotoned in a robotic voice. He was no more than eight years old, yet the steel armor he wore was real. As was the dagger in his hand, that looked like a sword for such a small figure. And the realness of his armaments showed in a way that the boy could barely stand up straight and used both hands to keep the steel dagger above his waist.
“Grrrr-agh! You are no match for me, foolish hero!” Another boy growled at the armored kid who could barely keep his balance. This boy seemed not much older, maybe a year. Two at most. He was also a beastkin, type-cast for his role as a scary monster. He remained on all fours even when he talked, and was dressed in several layers of furs with strange, cracked black plates sewn own all over his garbs at random places, and a twisted black helmet that hid half his face. Clearly, he played the role of some monster or a bug.
“Take that! Gu-rah!” the ‘bug’ lightly pushed the armored ‘hero’ who unceremoniously fell on his back with a loud thud.
“Gasp! Oh no!” a dozen children cried out in make-belief horror.
The children stood upon a brightly lit stage. The stage was large enough to fit no less than a hundred people, should such a need ever arise. And the several dozen rows of seats that were placed in a semi-circle arc facing the stage could seat an audience of at least four hundred humanoid beings.
But currently, there was barely any audience present. A couple of maids sat in the front row. They had several trays of untouched food prepared in front of them: fruits, bread, cheese, thin slices of ham. The food was obviously not for the maids, but for those that were on stage. Or *someone* among them.
Two guards in plated armor, armed with long, sharp spears, stood at their post at the tall arched doors that were the entrance to the auditorium. Several more guards were spread throughout the auditorium, though none close to the stage itself.
“Oh no! Our chosen hero has been defeated!” One of the girls among the crowd of children exclaimed and turned toward a teenage boy beside her who had a golden crown on his head. He wore old, ruined clothes that clashed with the real gold crown on his head. A gray wig and a messy fake beard glued on his jaw suggested the teenager was playing an older man.
“What shall we do, king Selirius?” another child among the crowd asked the teenager with the fake beard.
“I do not know, nor do I care!” the bearded teenager declared and sniffed his finger, sliding it past his nostrils back and forth several times.
“It is hopeless!” another kid declared. “Left without a hero! Left without a leader! We are doomed!”
“But wait!” A girl cried out and pointed off stage with a trembling finger. “Who is that approaching from the distance?”
The kids looked to the side of the stage, where the girl was pointing, emphasizing their search by blocking their eyes from the non-existent sun. Strangely though, despite the fake premise and situation, a tinge of unease was present. A smell of true fear, that seemingly had no place in this playful children’s play.
Several children were sweating, though the air in the auditorium was far from hot. In the back row of the small crowd, a few of them were even trembling and glancing at each other. The girl who pointed the finger could not stop her hand from shaking, as if a real monster had been approaching, opposed to the make-believe one that stood on all fours before them.
“Fear not for I am here!” A girl’s voice echoed through the auditorium.
A pink-haired teenager walked on stage, followed by two more girls carrying red banners. The red banners displayed a single-color female figure that held a bolt of lightning in her hand above her head, ready to strike down those below her. All three girls wore armor, though the pink-haired girl stood out by far.
An undisputed beauty even at such a young age, the thirteen-year-old had her armor decorated with shining jewels. Even her braid—that collected her hair in a graceful, luscious ponytail—was pure gold with three diamonds at the top.
The girl stepped on stage with utter surety. She held her head high, her back perfectly straight. A slight smile, because she knew she was the best. The whole world belonged to her. The whole world was her stage.
One of the unremarkable boys in the crowd took a step forward and asked, “Who is this fair beauty?”
The pink-haired girl grimaced. Her perfect aura snapped as her face contorted in a rageful fury.
“THAT’S WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!” the pink-haired girl screeched like a banshee and unleashed a crackling wave of electricity straight at the boy.
## 82: Electrifying Jade Beauty
“WAAAAAA!” all the children screamed and jumped away from the boy that was struck by electric magic and collapsed where he stood.
“YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!” The pink-haired teen shrieked as she shot electricity out of her hand at the poor boy. “You were supposed to say ‘Who is this jade beauty?’!!!!!”
“GHUAAAAAAAAAA~~!” the poor boy screamed in agony and lost all motor functions as electricity tore through his body, making him spasm uncontrollably.
“KYAAAA~~” all the kids screamed in horror and huddled together, away from the poor boy and the girl that tortured him.
“H-H-HEUUUUEAAAAAAAAAAAAALP!” the boy screamed in a broken, throaty voice as smoke spread from his mouth and skin while he thrashed on the ground uncontrollably. The electric attack used the liquid inside the boy’s body as a conductor, boiling and frying his inner organs, turning them to mush.
“M-my lady!” One of the guards rushed to the stage, his purple cape flowing behind him.
“One more step and I’ll fry you with him!” the pink-haired girl shouted at the guard before focusing her attention back on the source of her uncontrollable fury and intensifying her electric attack with both her hands.
“Run! Summon lord Belmot!” one of the guys at the entrance to the theater urged the other. The guard opened the big door and rushed off through the impressive, decorated, high-ceiling, arch-shaped corridor. The other guard remained to guard the entrance to the pink-haired monster’s playground.
“UAAUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~!!” the dying boy wailed in agony. A stench of burnt meat spread from the dying boy as his skin turned black, the ghastly smoke intensified, and the boy’s shirt set on fire. He stopped making noise after his eyeballs started boiling and exploded out of their sockets.
The other kids bawled and covered. A few of them hugged each other, hoping the other would somehow spare them of this horrific scene. Several girls and boys fell on the floor in a fetal position, several more of them fell on their knees and threw up. However, not a single one of the children dared to run away. Despite the horror, they stayed. They knew what fate awaited those that dared to run.
When the pink-haired teenager finally ceased her electric attack, the boy was hardly anything more than smoldering charcoal in human form with burning clothes, spreading the stomach-churning, putrid stench of burnt meat, hair, and leather.
The pink-haired teenager stood there, breathing hard as if she had just run a marathon. Her fury seemingly passed. But then the teen took in a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs, “DAAAAAAAAADYYYYYYYY!!!!”
“Coming, my sweetie!” An older man’s worried voice echoed through the auditorium, coming from the entrance.
An overweight lord ran through the doors and between the rows of seats, hurrying to his daughter. He had pink, puffed cheeks, a thin, curled, gray mustache, and a thin, swirling, gray goatee. His hairline was severely receding, to the point that most of the top of his head was bald, and only on the sides the man still possessed a fair layer of short, but curvy hair.
His clothes were mostly different shades of purple, with several pieces of jewelry decorating them. On his fingers, he had three rings with different colored gems. A golden chain hung around his neck and reached all the way to his bloated belly. The belly, in turn, hung over a tightly strapped belt, for there was no belt that could secure such belly at the belly button.
The man’s legs were disproportionally skinny, and as he ran, he scurried, hurrying to place the next step before his top-heavy body fell over. and a golden chain hanging from his neck, reaching to his bloated belly.
By the time the old man reached the stage, he was already bright red from exhaustion and looked like he could pass out at any moment. The guards ran to his sides to make sure he did not fall over.
“I-I’m here—haah—my princess,” the pink-haired teen’s father gasped, half-bent over, bracing against his knees with both arms.
The maids jumped up and hurried to bring cups of water to their lord. The man grabbed a cup and quenched his thirst. But just as he was done with the cup, he suddenly dropped it and grimaced in revulsion.
“U-ugh!?” the bloated man closed his nose his hand to try to block the stench and looked at the body on the stage, finally realizing what had happened. “N-not again!”
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