**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.
## 83: Daddy’s Little Princess
“What do you mean ‘not again’!?” the teenager shouted, turning to her father. “You’re the one who keeps bringing me these rejects, daddy! I try and I try, we rehearse and re-read and repeat, and yet this is the result!? Someone can’t even repeat a SINGLE LINE PROPERLY!?”
In fury, the girl launched another wave of electricity at the smoldering corpse, but it did not even move. All the nerves were fried. The body was utterly destroyed.
“Lady Ophelia!” one of the maids—a catgirl with whiskers, pronounced orange fur, and fluffy ears—took a step forward. “You must not talk to our lord like—KYAAAAAAAA~”
The pink-haired girl zapped the catgirl with her electric powers, sending the furry flying several rows of seats backward.
“Who the fuck hired this furry slut that dares interrupt me!?” Ophelia shouted and looked around, searching for the culprit.
The other maid only looked at the catgirl that now laid amidst broken chairs. The experienced made knew better than to make a sound or sudden movements.
“Uuugh…” the electrified catgirl maid moaned weakly and rolled on her back, holding her side that got smashed into the hard wood of the chairs. She was alive at least, and apparently without a broken back. *Far luckier than some other newbies,* the experienced maid thought to herself.
“Haah… Haah…” Ophelia breathed hard, calming down after another outburst. The two girls behind her (each no older than twelve or thirteen, like the princess) stood still like statues, not daring to move a muscle. They knew their job—to hold the banners perfectly vertical, perfectly aligned with each other. And by doing their job to perfection, they were able to stay by Ophelia’s side without getting barbecued. But even their experience could not prevent them from completely hiding their terror of their leader, though they tried to mask it as best they could.
“M-my princess…” The sweaty father stuttered and pulled a hanker-chief out of his back pocket to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “You can’t—”
“I CAN’T!?!?” the teen bellowed, interrupting her own father.
“I-I mean… You really shouldn’t do such things,” he hurried to correct himself and wiped away more sweat from his forehead. “It’s not easy to get these children here. There are already such disgusting rumors spreading about me, and each time you—”
“You just don’t love me enough, daddy!” the girl interrupted again, crossed her arms, and theatrically turned her head away. “If you really loved me you wouldn’t worry about what peasants say and instead would find me better play-partners!”
“O-of course I love you!” lord Belmot’s assurance sounded more like a plea.
“You keep saying that, but you never keep your promises!” the girl puffed her cheeks.
“I-I…” Belmot stuttered, trying to remember which specific promise Ophelia referred to, as the girl’s list of demands brought about by her whims was extensive.
“You said that I would be the princess of this kingdom!” Ophelia reminded. “You lied!”
“You’ll always be my little princess—” lord Belmot tried to weasel his way out.
“A *REAL* princess!”
“B-but… T-things changed! I can’t just go in and tell the king to—”
“I want to be a princess!” the girl shouted and stomped her armored foot down on the wooden stage. “I want to! I want to, I want to-I-want-to!”
As Ophelia threw her tantrum, repeating the same thing while stomping her foot down, again and again, electricity sparked around her. The shot-tempered girl wittingly—or even worse, unwittingly—was charging another attack.
“A-alright, my sugar!” lord Belmot caved in. He shouted so that Ophelia could hear him over her own tantrum. “You’ll be a princess! I promise! I’ll figure something out!”
“Oh? Really!?” Ophelia instantly changed her demeanor and looked at her father lovingly and excitedly, like a kid before Christmas that was promised a puppy. “Promise, daddy?”
“I promise,” lord Belmot promised with a smiled lovingly, though the corner of his mouth twitched, hinting at the many worries deep within his heart.
“Good!” Ophelia clapped her hands and switched her thoughts to present issues. She turned around to her terrified playmates and announced to them as if nothing had happened, “Alright, we’ll take it from the top! Kevin, you’ll take the role of… of…?”
“Tom,” the girl behind Ophelia whispered.
“Yeah, Tom,” Ophelia nodded. “Take five minutes to get into positions and repeat your lines. And somebody—get this stinking gutter trash off my stage!!”
Two of the guards looked at each other, sighed, pulled up their purple collars to use them as masks against the stench, and—reluctantly—went on stage to take the charcoal corpse away.
## 84: Return To Reality (18++)
“Haah~” Beatrice let a soft moan escape her lips as she turned, lost between the realm of dreams and reality.
But what was reality? A bitter reality. Lying on a hospital bed. Old. Weak. In pain. Broken in both body and spirit. And alone. All alone. How could she let her life turn out this way? How could she give up on her dreams so easily? Why did she realize it so late? *What’s the point in having regrets now?* Beatrice cursed herself and felt her eyes get watery in despair. *Why now? Why only now when my body is withering away into nothingness! Stupid! So fucking stupid!* *… Wait.*
*‘She’? ‘Her’? That’s right! The dream!* The dream where she was young and beautiful. A girl unlike any other. In a world full of sin and carnal desires. In a world where countless girls fell at her feet, captivated by her beauty. A succubus whose many powers and abilities drove girls mad with lust. They worshiped her. Worshiped her dick. Submitted themselves to it. Succumbed to their true selves. As did she.
Such a wonderful dream.
“Hn!” Beatrice’s body trembled. Reality called. Something pulled her out of her dreams. In her last days, she often shivered uncontrollably as her body gave out, giving up the fight for her very life.
*No! Please no!* Beatrice desperately resisted the pull back into her bitter existence. She hung on to those sweet fantasies with all her feeble strength. She wanted to stay there—in that magical world where she could do whatever she pleased, fuck whomever she chose. A whole world her playground! Ripe for the taking! She just had to reach out and grab it!
“Haaah… Mh… No,” Beatrice whimpered weakly. She felt her temperature rising. A warm feeling spread from her groin. “H-huh?”
Beatrice finally, slowly opened her teary eyes, wondering what was going on. Her sight still blurred and misty, she could barely see anything. The poor light that came from a small, solitary window did not help. Though the hospital room had a much bigger window. She could afford at least that much in her final days.
*It must be raining,* Beatrice thought, but realized that she did not hear a single drop outside. Instead, she heard a strangely familiar slurping sound.
“Ah,” Beatrice moaned again as the pleasant feeling grew stronger. She saw a green figure move up and down at her groin.
*Aliens!* Beatrice thought in her dazed horror. *I’m being abducted!!*
Beatrice moved on her bed to get away from the small green monsters that slid up and down on her wet, slippery dick, warming in, making her feel so *good*.
“Mfm!? You no longer like it, my lady?” the alien spoke in a girl’s voice.
“H-huh!?” Beatrice wiped away her tears with the back of her wrist and rubbed her eyes to finally see better.
When Beatrice opened her eyes again, she saw the green-haired Tabitha, naked, laying on her stomach between Beatrice’s half-spread legs. Tabitha held Beatrice’s saliva-smeared futa-cock and licked her lips like she had just sucked on a sweet lollipop.
“Tabitha!!” Beatrice exclaimed and teared up again. *It wasn’t a dream! It’s not a dream!!*
“Yes, that’s me,” Tabitha smiled and went down on Beatrice again. The green-haired mage pushed herself all the way down on the futanari’s six-inch cock, invading her own throat.
“Guuuh!” Beatrice grunted and clenched the bedsheets in her fists from the sudden tight pleasure.
Tabitha held her head still like that for a couple of seconds—all the way down on the succubus’s fat cock—before moving back up and releasing the girthy joy-lollipop, covered with a fresh coat of her own throat juice.
“When I woke up you were already hard as steel, covered in cum,” Tabitha said as she stroked Beatrice’s long, hard shaft. “I slurped it all up, but even after that it only took a couple of strokes for you to unleash another load of your thick seed. I almost missed it!”
*I… Did I come even before this? H-how many times? And I’m hard again?* Beatrice was shocked, still coming to grips with the fact that she’s in a young, healthy, eighteen-year-old girl’s body, and not in a decrepit, decaying, wrinkly corpse!
*That’s right!* Beatrice reminded herself. *It’s only natural for a healthy young futa to be hard in the mornings!*
“For a moment I thought you didn’t want my mouth around your cock anymore,” Tabitha pouted teasingly.
“Stop slacking off!” Beatrice commanded the teasing mage and gave her submissive slut what she wanted—strong hands behind her back and a hard push down on a girthy cock that belonged to be lodged deep in the masochist’s throat.
“Ghurgh~” Tabitha gagged from the sudden rough handling but looked directly into Beatrice’s eyes with a happy, cock-stuffed smile.
*I’m back!!* Beatrice cheered and begun thrusting her hips up while rocking Tabitha’s head up and down on the swollen, saliva-lubricated cock. *I’m here!! Oh, thank you, Luluna!!!*
*I will not let this opportunity go to waste!* Beatrice promised as she face-fucked her gagging slut.
## 85: Morning Wood Serviced Properly (18++)
“Ugh, that’s a good mouth-hole!” Beatrice grunted as she continued facefucking Tabitha.
“Ghlr-glhr-glhr~” Tabitha let out slobbering throat sounds as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull from the rough morning deepthroat.
“Ooooh, that’s good! Your throat feels real tight right now,” Beatrice complimented her submissive mouth-hole, enjoying the thorough massage of her cock by Tabitha’s throat muscles.
What could possibly beat a morning deepthroat? Beatrice tried to recall the last time she even had a morning blowjob in her past life… When was it? It must’ve happened once or twice, right? Must not have been that impressive if she could not even remember. And it no longer mattered. The slutty mage was here, right now—taking Beatrice’s to heaven by doing nothing more than letting herself be used as the succubus’s morning cum-dumpster.
“Hang on, little slut, I’m almost done,” Beatrice moaned and quickened her pace. She felt her orgasm approach.
Judging by Tabitha’s incomprehensible moans, it wasn’t obvious whether the mage was happy or disappointed that she would get a reprieve so quickly. Beatrice suspected the latter. And she was right! The masochist got off on the rough treatment and would have preferred to continue servicing the succubus in whichever way was required. But it couldn’t be helped that Beatrice found such utter submission so arousing! The succubus held the back of Tabitha’s head tightly, pushed her as far down as she could—all the way to the base of her futa-cock—and thrust forward, pumping load after load of her futa-cream down the mages gullet.
“Ga-khhhh,” Tabitha snorted as she struggled to contain the massive fountain of cum that the succubus could unleash. Far greater amounts than any mortal man could pump out—it took a special kind of cum-starved whore to gulp it down without letting any go to waste.
But—just like last night—Tabitha expertly handled her duty and swallowed all of her morning protein shake like the good little slut that she was.
-25 AP
Only after Beatrice was done unloading every last drop down Tabitha’s throat did she release the mage for a much-needed breath of fresh air and closed her eyes, relaxing in the euphoric daze of an early morning orgasm.
*I wonder how many times I came before this?* Beatrice wondered as the after-glow of her orgasm subsided. Tabitha mentioned that Beatrice was covered in cum. And that was before Tabitha blew the unwitting, sleeping futanari to another orgasm.
*That Arousal system!* Beatrice concluded that her Arousal Points must have continued rising even as she slept, and no doubt were the instigator to her wet dreams.
*I was lucky to get any sleep at all!* Beatrice thought and secretly thanked Tabitha for taking care of her morning horniness even before Beatrice realized how much she needed it.
“What a cute little thing you are,” Beatrice said as she looked into Tabitha’s eyes and gently caressed the mage’s cheek.
“T-thank you,” Tabitha said with a cute smile.
Was it any surprise that it made Beatrice want to fuck this cute girl even more?
“O-oh?” Tabitha gasped in surprise and looked at the futanari’s cock that slowly took shape once more right beside her face.
“Come here,” Beatrice said to Tabitha quietly. And even if it wasn’t meant as an order, Tabitha obeyed without hesitation. Both girls embraced in a deep kiss, swirling their tongues in each other’s mouths with their eyes closed. All the while Tabitha ground her hips, sliding her moist pussy up and down against Beatrice’s hardening cock, hastening the return of the morning soldier to his full, stalwart, one-eyed potential.
“Mfm,” Tabitha moaned into Beatrice’s mouth and slid forward, aiming to penetrate her constantly needy pussy with the futanari’s thick cock head.
“Not so fast,” Beatrice whispered as she looked into the mage’s horny blue-green eyes. The color of the ocean water at some fancy resort beach. Beatrice wondered if it was within her power to bring such a paradise to this dark world. No! It wasn’t a matter of ‘if’! She would absolutely make this world a paradise. Her paradise!
And Beatrice was going to start by giving a little bit of paradise to her morning lover. Why not? Her other two companions already had a momentary chance to experience the heavenly joy of a futa’s pleasures. It only seemed fair to let Tabitha have a taste of these forbidden delights too.
And with that in mind, Beatrice made a proposition to Tabitha that the girl could not possibly refuse, “Milk my cock with your ass and I’ll give you pleasure you’ve never experienced, and never will again without me.”
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