**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.
## 194: A Note
The common room was as lively as Beatrice left it. It might have even gotten more crowded, despite Y’Shtara’s best efforts to reduce the number of her particularly lewd and misbehaving patrons. Well, Beatrice understood that in this city there were very few non-lewd citizens, but in the Wholesome Inn, they had to at least pretend to be able to keep it in their pants.
“We don’t really have time to stop for a drink,” Ember said to Beatrice when the succubus stopped after only a few steps away from the stairs. “And I didn’t think of you as someone who’d need to bolster their courage before a fight—”
“It’s not that,” Beatrice said as she scanned the room for the owners of the inn.
Through the disorderly movements of a noisy, busy, drunken crowd, Beatrice was able to locate Y’Shlata, Y’Shtara’s little sister, the small-framed, but big-breasted cat girl in a barmaid’s outfit. The succubus moved swiftly through the crowd toward her target, which caused her to rub her big breasts several times against random drunken beastkin as she squeezed past them. None of them dared to comment or complain. Which Beatrice took as either them being too drunk to notice or having the fear of a certain cat girl put in them.
“Something to write with?” Y’Shlata repeated with a surprise, unsure if she heard the giant-tittied vagabond’s request correctly “You mean you actually know how to write?”
“Of course!” Beatrice said as three thoughts flashed through her mind:
One, it had completely slipped her mind that illiteracy might be an issue in this city, in fact, she should have assumed as much until proved otherwise. And even if she left a written message, there was no reason to think that a commoner like Rafaelia would be able to read it. If anything, it was more impressive that Beatrice had come across at least two literate companions in Ember and Olivia, who did not deny their ability to write;
Two, Beatrice instantly realized that she had no reason to think that she could actually write in the language this world. Though she was able to communicate verbally and all her system information was written in plain English for her benefit, she was simply taking for granted that there would be no differences when it came to putting words on paper. For all she knew, the goddess Luluna simply gave her the means to understand the tongue of this world, figuring that a degenerate pervert would not even think of picking up a pen when there was so much sex to be had.
And Beatrice’s third realization was that—despite her beauty—she indeed must have looked like the poorest of the poor in the ragged old cloak that she used to cover her body. And while that worked fine to conceal her “assets”, it also made for poor first impressions, and it was about time to address this issue with a change of wardrobe.
“Very well, I should still have some ink and paper here,” Y’Shtala said as she bent behind her counter and searched through the lower shelves for the desired items. “Ah! Here you go!”
Y’Shtala passed over the counter a sheet of yellowish paper, a feather, and a stained bottle of black ink to Beatrice.
*Here goes nothing!* Beatrice thought as she sunk the quill into the ink and started writing with a feather quill for the first time in her life.
“I might be a little rusty,” Beatrice said with embarrassment at her own handwriting when she saw how horribly smeared and uneven her letters ended up. Forget the quill, when was the last time Beatrice held a pen other than signing consent forms in a hospital with a trembling hand?
“Can you even understand this?” Beatrice asked Ember.
“A little,” Ember chuckled.
Beatrice passed the sheet of paper back to Y’Shlata and asked, “Could you take bring this note to the room…”
“Three-seven,” Ember reminded Beatrice.
“To the room three-seven, along with some food?” Beatrice finished her question. “Do you have anything… Good?”
“Oh, you’re Y’Shtara’s friend?” Y’Shlata asked Ember when she realized who had paid for that particular room, along with three others.
“‘Friend’ is a strong word, but I did pay for the best,” Ember confirmed.
“We certainly have the best beer around!” Y’Shlata said with pride.
“No alcohol for the fox girl that’s resting there!” Beatrice insisted, a little louder than might have been necessary, remembering a highly important detail at the very last second. “I’ll take the note for a moment… Need to remind her of that too…”
Y’Shlata looked a little confused and a lot insulted that somebody would refuse her beverages.
## 195: Pregnancies (18+)
“You really got her pregnant?” Ember asked Beatrice once both of them were out of the Wholesome Inn and back on the depraved streets of Klapsus.
“Yes,” Beatrice nodded. “I take it that’s rare in this city? At least that’s what Rafaelia said as she begged to be creampied.”
“Rare, to say the least,” Ember confirmed. “Whether it’s the S.E.C.R.E.T. guild’s machinations, the Purple Capes with their alcohol distributions, or something else, somehow, someone has managed to halt the potential population growth dead in its tracks.
“To think that you managed to bypass it this quickly! We’d need proof that it wasn’t random luck, as there are rumors of a few pregnancies here and there, though few women are rarely seen with bellies, much to the dismay to pregnancy fetishists.”
“Pregnancy fetishists? Like Rafaelia?”
“Kind of, though that’s not the specific kink I was referring to. There are several kinds of them!” Ember said with a cheerful smile. “One of the kinks—the impregnation fetish to be precise—you just witnessed with that fox slut. That fetish has also been spreading recently.
“Many guys get off on the idea of impregnating some random slutty girl, just like the girls get off on playing with the ‘what if’ scenarios. ‘What if this brute gets me pregnant because I’m too horny to say ‘no’? And the knowledge that their fantasies have next to no chance of coming true only adds to their happy-go-lucky, thrill-seeking approach that would have otherwise led to every female within the city getting knocked up within a week.
“But then there are those with the fetish for pregnant women. Lactation, bellies, high on hormones and horny out of their minds soon to be mothers, you name it! And the men and women with those fetishes have been severely deprived of scratching that particular kink itch… Maybe that’s one of the reasons that no sane pregnant woman would go out in the streets. She’d likely end up gangbanged for a whole week without rest!”
“If anything, that makes me wonder why no pregnant woman has done so, judging by the level of insane depravity that’s going on in this city,” Beatrice said.
“True, must be something else then,” Ember agreed. “Either way, a successful pregnancy might just be the first real proof of your otherworldly powers. That is *if* you could successfully repeat impregnations and prove them. Oh, if true, when Lucarad finds out, he will not shut up about this for as long as he lives!”
“Considering that powers that be are going out of their way to limit the possible pregnancies, I would prefer to wait before proving my growing powers,” Beatrice said.
“Well, even without proof, it is only a matter of time before the soon-to-be mother realized it herself,” Ember said. “Even without previous pregnancy experience.”
“But if what you said before is true, I might need to worry about her safety,” Beatrice said.
“Eventually. Without a direct inspection by a Fertility Magician, she should be safe for at least a month.”
“Fertility magician?”
“Yes,” Ember laughed. “The few of them that are still alive have been a laughing stock ever since the pregnancies abruptly dwindled. All they’re good for now is determining if a woman is pregnant, which they also cannot do, because nobody is pregnant.
“Last I heard, one of the magicians had resigned herself to becoming a cum-dumpster, claiming that her fertility magic works through her pussy before resorting to begging anyone with a half-working dick to cum inside her and make her pregnant so that she can restore the Fertility Magicians to their former glory.”
“I see…” Beatrice looked around for ideas to change the subject and end the awkward silence.
“By the way, what about the old people?” Beatrice asked after looking around and realizing that she rarely saw a single person past fifty. “Do I even want to know?”
“If they can get pregnant?” Ember joked.
“You know what I mean.”
Ember sighed at the poor reception of her joke. “Part of it is that few people in this city have a kink for sex with older men and women. Not when there’s an abundance of young, fresh meat on the market, metaphorically speaking of course.”
“Yes, metaphorically,” Beatrice said, as her stomach turned at her yesterday’s discoveries.
“That, and older people simply don’t have the stamina to keep up with the young ones, so obviously you would see them about less often,” Ember continued as they both walked past half-naked male and female forms, ignoring the couples that blatantly fucked out in the open. “Needless to say, the current conditions would first take their toll on the weak and sickly.”
“It looks to me like the ones in charge have stopped just short of literally executing people to prolong their supplies and whatever this sorry excuse for existence is,” Beatrice said. “Is there an actual plan on how to get out of this desperate situation?”
“Sure, there is—we’re all waiting for the chosen hero!” Ember said with a mocking laugh, not even pretending to be sincere. “The Forge of Champions has been created to find—you guessed it—a champion! A champion among the pathetic rags that would go out of the city and take on hordes of demons instead of staying here and fucking silly for the rest of his life!
“King Selirius himself is dutifully handing out quests to brave adventurers that are willing to risk their lives for the Kingdom! Whenever he is lucid enough to speak coherently, that is.”
*Everyone’s either given up or holding on to the last vestiges of power,* Beatrice concluded as she walked past a naked woman that was on her knees, taking a cock up her ass while gleefully catching piss in her mouth from two guys at once.
## 196: Bunny Over a Barrel (18++)
As Ember guided Beatrice through the winding, ever-indulgent streets of Klapsus, Beatrice’s eyes were bombarded with countless sights of depravity. The dark, wooden benches that were placed at irregular intervals along the streets were rarely left empty. Beatrice imagined starting a drinking game and taking a shot each time she saw some new combination of different kinks, pairings, or the number of participants, but realized that she would probably die from alcohol poisoning before she walked a mile.
Just now, Beatrice passed another bench where some shirtless, slim but shredded young man with long purple hair guided a white-haired beastkin’s head toward his crotch by using the horns of the beastkin as handles.
But the amazing part for the succubus was how little these scenes stirred her, how calm she managed to remain as she walked past one perversion or another. As if her senses got so overwhelmed with non-stop bombardment of sexual stimulation all around her, that they got dulled toward it.
Sure, the succubus had already lost count of the number of times she orgasmed today, but it was still surreal to walk past scenes that put most porn to shame with barely a reaction from her cock. Scenes that she could not have even hoped to witness or partake in her past life.
The quickness with which Beatrice was getting used to seeing countless random strangers engaging in all manner of depraved acts out in the open without craving for some of the action alarmed her. To think that seeing a sexy, blonde bunny girl get bent over a barrel and spit roasted by a couple of guys that high-fived each other as they did so would barely make Beatrice’s cock twitch!
If anything, Beatrice was disappointed with the performance of the two guys that had her way with the blonde bunny girl. As the succubus slowed her steps and paid more attention to the over-the-barrel threesome, she saw both guys cum quickly in the girl’s mouth and ass before shooting a few weak spurts on her butt and face and be pretty much done. The guys got dressed even when it was obvious that the bunny girl was left unsatisfied. The craving in her eyes was unmistakable, but the guys already got their fix and did not seem interested.
*Inexcusable!* Beatrice thought, holding back her anger.
“Beatrice?” Ember quietly called out to the succubus, seeing her stop completely, watching the bunny girl that was left on her own, naked over a barrel.
“I’ll just take a moment,” Beatrice said and took a step toward the girl.
“Don’t attract unnecessary attention to yourself!” Ember warned Beatrice.
Beatrice frowned at the bothersome constraint to her momentary indulgence. Still, she walked forward. An injustice had to be corrected!
“Huh?” the bunny girl looked up when she saw a cloaked but beautiful young woman approach her.
“Come with me if you want to cum!” Beatrice said and offered the bunny girl her hand.
The bunny girl accepted the hand of a stranger, and the moment she took it, a warm pleasant feeling enveloped her hand and spread to her forearm. The bunny girl was helped up from the barrel but by the time she was on her feet, she already required support to walk as the pleasant tingling spread through her body. She did not even care where she was guided to while something warm and sleek pleasantly massaged her pussy as she leaned on the cloaked stranger for support.
The next thing the bunny girl knew she was somewhere with her back against the wall, her legs around a waist of a stunning beauty while her ass and pussy were thrust into, hard and fast, while her clit was massaged with three wet fingers.
The bunny girl felt the filling shape of the girl’s cocks inside her. She felt how the strange, sleek, unnaturally long cock scraped every drop of the inferior spunk out of her, preparing her to be filled by a true alpha’s seed!
The bunny girl could not keep her hands off the god-sent stranger, French-kissing her sudden fucker without a care for how a girl could fuck her as she did, how she could stuff her full of hot cocks as she did. She just wanted to submit to her. She wished to take all of her, wished to give all of herself to her. Harder! Faster! Double-penetrated while her clit was stimulated so wonderfully. A triple stimulation that she had never felt in her life! A triple stimulation, that quickly brought her to a deep and powerful orgasm.
And as the bunny girl submitted to the girl and climaxed in her arms while impaling herself with all her strength on the two hot, hard cocks, she begged to be filled with the seed of a true man! Even if that man was a perverted futanari succubus…
With blurred vision, slumped on the ground, leaning against the wall that she was just pounded against, half-senseless from the best fuck of her life, the bunny girl watched the fading back of the god-like stranger. She weakly raised her arm, reaching out to her new goddess, wanting more, hoping for more, wondering if she will ever see her again, if she will ever feel such an orgasm again.
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