**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.
## 113: Cries For Help
Beatrice, Ember, Olivia, and Tabitha proceeded quickly through the Shadow Woods. Ember was leading the way, followed by the succubus, then Olivia, and Tabitha was last, covering their flank. The forest seemed to be purposefully preventing them from staying near the giant city wall that should have been an obvious and easy guiding marker. The rocky terrain and went up and down, often with nearly straight falls or climbs, treacherous pitfalls were obstructed from view by trees both standing and fallen. It was a hazard that no one would go through willingly. And as they maneuvered around these hazards, they got further and further away from the city wall, until it was completely obstructed from sight.
“That path is a nightmare, and not even the shortest way out of here,” Ember explained without worry as they seemingly lost their giant position marker. “A portion of the forest continues along the wall all the way to the East Gates. Those that can navigate this place don’t waste their time there.”
Under Ember’s guidance, they moved exceptionally quickly through the winding paths of the maze-like forest and managed to cover more ground in just three hours than anyone unfamiliar with this place could hope for in a day. And as they moved out of the deepest parts of the Shadow Woods, more and more light passed through from the bright noon sun.
Beatrice kept an eye on the sulking ninja girl whose mood remained unchanged. After some time had passed, she tried to break through to her partner for the second time and said, “If you’re mad at Ember… Or at me—”
“I’m mad at myself!” Olivia snapped, cutting off Beatrice mid-sentence. “I’m no better than Tabitha! No, I’m far worse!”
Getting such a reaction, Beatrice realized that it was still too early to have a rational dialogue with Olivia. And she would not have gotten a chance anyway.
“Help! Help!” cries of a young girl sounded through the forest. Louder and louder with each one.
“Can’t you hear that?” Beatrice ran up to Ember, who continued to lead the way as if nothing had happened.
“Of course, I can,” Ember said as she continued walking.
“And?” Beatrice asked a leading question.
“I’m your bodyguard, remember? Leading you toward guaranteed trouble is the opposite of my job description.”
“I won’t be much of a ‘Savior’ if I ignore calls for help,” Beatrice said.
“Even if it’s a trap?” Ember asked and stopped, turning toward Beatrice.
“Especially if it’s a trap! If there are scum here who’d use cries for help as a way to lure and punish any remaining good-hearted people, they must be dealt with first.”
Ember smiled and pointed away from where she was leading up till now, “It’s coming from that direction.”
“Hurry up!” Beatrice shouted to the others and ran first toward the desperate pleas for help.
After several minutes, as they got closer to the source of the screams, Beatrice also heard other voices.
“How is that brat so fast?”
“How did she still not collapse?”
“She ain’t no ordinary brat! Or did you forget!?”
Beatrice finally close enough to see figures approaching from up ahead. And the closest figure was also the smallest. A young girl in a dark dress with long, flowing brown hair, fluffy ears, big breasts, and a giant fluffy tail desperately tried to keep the distance between herself and half a dozen armed men that followed her. And despite tripping and falling at least two times, she somehow still managed to run fast enough to not get caught.
“Help! Please help!” the beastkin fox girl pleaded for help when she saw the barely clothed succubus and ran toward her “Killers! Murderers! Monsters!”
“You’re the monster, you fucking slut!” one of the men chasing the girl screamed. He wore heavy armor, had a round shield and a sword on his back.
Though they had different weapons (spears, bows, swords), all six men had the same uniform armor and purple capes flowing behind them.
Beatrice was impressed that they could run at all in that getup through this terrain. And she couldn’t even hazard a guess how long this chase had taken place. If nothing else, their physical condition was outstanding, even if they had failed to catch up to a child. And considering the many magical and physical abilities that inhabitants of this fantasy world possessed, Beatrice wondered whether the men were indeed slow due to their armor that they should not have brought if it would have slowed them down, or it was the case that the young, but wide-hipped and big-breasted fox girl was actually much faster than anyone would have expected.
“What the hell?” Olivia ran up to Beatrice and looked at the commotion. Her eyes went wide, and she froze in place when she saw purple capes blowing behind the armed men.
## 114: Birthday Present
“Who’s there?” a man with spiky green hair stopped in his tracks when he saw Beatrice’s group approach. He instantly took the bow from his back and nocked an arrow. His flowing purple cape moved, for a moment revealing an orange symbol sown into it—a human heart skewered by a long spear.
Now that the fox girl was closer, Beatrice appreciated how enticing the young beastkin looked. And even the fully covering dress could not obscure her prominent womanly features. Despite having a long, fluffy tail and clearly animalistic, furry ears sticking out from her hair, the girl otherwise looked completely human. Beatrice could have easily mistaken her for a cosplayer if not for the fact that she was indeed in a fantasy world, as well as the fact that the tail continued to move on its own instead of hanging down like a cheap prop.
“P-please help!” the buxom fox girl begged in tears as she fell to her knees at Olivia’s feet, grabbing tightly with trembling hands into Olivia’s clothing. Her eyes and cheeks were bright red from crying and exhaustion. She could barely breathe but still could not stop crying. “P-please! T-they killed my parents!”
“I… I see,” Olivia uttered through grit teeth. She did not even look at the girl. Instead, she stared down the men with burning fury. As if it were her parents those men had killed.
“Let go of her and back off!” one of the men—the biggest among the six men—ordered Beatrice’s group and took his spear. The others followed suit and took up their weapons, ready to cut down anyone that stood in their way.
Beatrice momentarily glanced at the ninja girl and saw that her clenched fists were trembling. The Succubus looked at the six men and asked, “It takes four men to muster up the courage to chase after a single, defenseless girl?”
“Hah! Defenseless!? She’s a monster!” the shorter of the men, with orange mohawk haircut, screamed as he pointed the tip of his sword at the crying fox girl. “She killed three of my friends in a blink of an eye!”
Beatrice was momentarily taken aback by such accusations. Looking at the bawling, trembling girl, certainly, she didn’t seem like the type that could hurt a fly. But upon looking carefully, she did notice that her dark dress was sprayed with blood.
“Then she’s lying about her parents?” Beatrice asked, convinced that the men had ill intentions for the girl they hunted.
“Who the hell do you think you are!?” the biggest of the men—and apparently their leader—shouted. He only had a long spear for a weapon. Despite his size and wide shoulders, his face was lean, which meant that under all that armor he packed massive muscles. He had a neatly shaved beard and a short, shaved haircut. Beatrice thought how this man would’ve definitely been a celebrity, maybe even a movie star in her old world. “The Purple Capes Do not answer to a bunch of half-naked whores!”
“Haa…” Beatrice was at a loss for words. Despite the man’s looks, his tone and choice of words were almost stereotypically awful. She wasn’t even insulted, rather she was amazed at the brazenness of these people, even disappointed a little. Sure, they looked intimidating, and even if the leader of these ‘Purple Capes’ happened to be as dumb as a brick, he had more than enough muscles to compensate. However, Beatrice knew full well that physical strength was not all that mattered in this world and was surprised that these men would disregard the potential for magic so easily. Unless they were in fact that strong…
“Oooh, this is going to be good,” Ember said and took a couple of steps closer to Beatrice and Olivia. “Nobody has dared call me a whore for a long time!”
“And apparently it also has been a long time since you’ve seen what happens to those that get on the bad side of The Purple Capes,” their leader said.
“Captain Flavna warned Lord Belmot about this,” the other man complained to his buddies. “You show the slightest hint of compassion, and even the lowest of drags start stepping on your head, forgetting their place.”
“Agreed,” the leader nodded. “Makes sure to leave their faces intact. Captain Flavna will want the people to look into the dead eyes of those who step out of line. And keep the big-breasted whore alive. She is definitely my type.”
“Mine too!”
“No mine!”
“You hear that!?” the leader shouted and laughed. “You’re lucky that you have a nice bod! You’ll get the privilege of servicing the cocks of The Purple Capes!”
“Charmed,” Beatrice said with disgust.
“Don’t worry,” the archer said with a smirk. “We’ll make sure to take you alive to the barracks to share with the others after we’re done with you so that you get a chance to experience *everything* that the Purple Capes have to offer!”
“And what about the girl?” Olivia asked, putting her hands on the girl’s shoulders protectively. “You plan to *‘experience’* her too?”
“Ew, hell no!” the leader grimaced. “Who do you take me for? The Purple Capes do not lay with animals! Nor do I have any interest in any woman whose breasts don’t at least rival the size of her head!”
“She’s a birthday present to our Captain!” the mohawk swordsman grinned. “She recently developed a taste for foxkin.”
“W-when you say ‘taste’…” Beatrice hesitated to ask.
“Her parents are getting chopped up as we speak to be served at the birthday party,” the mohawk man cleared any doubt from what he meant by ‘taste’.
## 115: One Versus Six
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” the fox girl screamed and collapsed to the ground. She bawled and covered her ears with her as if that would help shut out the knowledge of what fate fell on her parents.
Beatrice had a rising urge to widen the mohawk man’s grin from ear to ear just for the fact that he said those heinous atrocities with such glee. But the succubus was not the only one whose blood reached a boiling point.
“You know… I’m really glad you guys showed up,” Olivia hissed in a low, trembling voice. She kept her head down, her eyes were hidden in the shadow of her hair while her fists were clenched with iron resolve.
“You shouldn’t be,” the brute said with a smirk as he rested his spear on his shoulder. “I have no intention of sticking my cock in flat-chested idiots. Though… If you kill the other two and hand over the girl, I will be merciful.”
“Recently I’ve been learning to deal with my pent-up feelings,” Olivia continued, completely ignoring what the smirking brute said. “That I shouldn’t suppress them… That I should be true to myself… You’ll do just fine as outlets for my pent-up frustrations!”
Olivia jumped over the fox girl and dashed straight ahead—one versus the six men.
“Die then!” the leader of the Purple Capes screamed and got into a combat stance, pointing the tip of his spear at the quickly approaching ninja girl.
“She really thinks she can take them all on?” Ember smirked.
Beatrice wondered the same thing. Either Olivia thought she was strong enough to deal with this threat or she just foolishly threw her life away in a fit of rage. In either scenario, Olivia made her choice to fight alone. *I hope you know what you’re doing,* Beatrice thought as she watched Olivia’s back.
As Olivia approached the men, she threw a kunai at the youngest of the Purple Capes—the man with the spiky green hair, the only one who had a ranged weapon. The archer shifted his weight and leaned away from the kunai that would’ve otherwise pierced his neck. For his reply, he released his arrow straight at Olivia’s head, but the ninja girl dodged the arrow with equally little effort. As she did so, she got a small round sphere out of her weapon pouch and threw it against the ground where the Purple Capes stood. The sphere exploded, releasing a cloud of smoke into which Olivia disappeared along with five out of the six men.
The leader of the Purple Capes instantly leaped backward out of the smoke cloud.
“Stupid!” he cursed. “Everyone, just fall back!”
Per his orders, the remaining four Purple Capes ran out of the smoke cloud one by one, coughing and gasping for air.
“Cough-Toxins!” the mohawk guy gasped with closed, watery eyes as he waved his hand in front of his face to clear the air faster. It didn’t help as he already breathed some of the smoke in, and he leaned on his knees, coughing roughly like a sickly man.
“Moron! Back in formation!” the leader commanded.
Just as the last of the four men appeared out of the smoke, Olivia leaped out of the dissipating smoke cloud with a kunai in each hand, charging straight at the leader of the Purple Capes.
“Idiot!” the man shouted and with a swift thrust impaled Olivia through her chest.
“Ghuh!” Olivia gasped and coughed up a massive amount of blood as the spear pierced her lung.
“ARGH!” The man moved forward, completely stopping Olivia’s momentum, pushing her back. Holding his spear, he then jumped into the air and pushed Olivia to the ground, pinning her and driving the spear deeper through her bleeding body.
“What were you thinking?” the leader asked as he stood over Olivia, surprised by the sheer foolishness of the young warrior.
The convulsing ninja girl tried to answer but choked and coughed out more blood that poured out of her mouth. She could not even muster the straight to raise her arms that laid spread out above her head. The tip of the spear was wide enough to completely destroy her left lung and a good portion of her ribcage, which further damaged her internal organs and caused massive internal and external bleeding.
“Brutal!” Tabitha exclaimed with excitement. She acted as if she was watching a gladiatorial fight rather than as if she just saw her comrade get skewered.
Ember sighed and shook her head.
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