**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.
## 305: The Final Joy (18++)
With each consecutive crack of The Whip of Sodom, the tigerkin took another step closer to the tortured, involuntarily aroused girl. The whip worked splendidly. No matter the opponent, it was only a matter of time before The Whip of Sodom would work its magic on its target and its holder. Number Fifty-eight stroked his modest hard-on and licked his lips, unable to look away from Number forty’s nubile body. His shield laid some feet behind him. He no longer needed it. At this distance, using the whip became increasingly impractical and difficult. Still, the tigerkin rolled The Whip of Sodom up and raised his hand for one more, close-distance strike.
“Ha!” the tigerkin cracked his whip again across Number Forty’s breasts. And when he heard her sweet moan and saw those hard pink cherry-tops rise into the air, the tigerkin lost all reservation, dropped his whip, and jumped on the girl.
“Ah, one final joy for Number Forty before she departs this world!” the announcer giggled while the tigerkin ripped the girl’s thong—her only remaining piece of clothing—off. “Might as well! But remember that while a night with princess Mary only hinges on the girl’s death, additional bonuses await the one who will make her passing *particularly* excruciating!”
“Oh, you can count on it!” snarled another beastkin as he crawled from half-way across the arena.
Number Forty-four, the wounded sharkkin, dragged his broken body across the rocks toward the engaged couple. Already wounded by Number Forty at the start of the fight, those wounds paled in comparison to what the wheel did to him. His right shoulder destroyed, arm made useless, his chest torn, his leg broken, the sharkkin left a smear of blood as he dragged his body forward with one good arm and leg left. But the rage and desire for revenge kept him going as the sharkkin imagined what he would do to the girl after the tigerkin was done with her.
Along the way, the sharkkin saw a boomerang lying on the ground, with its sharp blades still exposed. The sharkkin grinned and snatched the weapon into many layers of razor-sharp teeth, careful not to cut himself. *You better enjoy that tiger’s tiny pecker!* The sharkkin thought. *Because I’ll fuck your ass and cunt bloody red for what you did to me!!*
The tigerkin got on top of Nubmer Forty, spread her legs, and thrust his dick inside her without warning or care.
“Ha! I knew you wanted it!” the tigerkin cheered and he moved his dick inside Number Forty’s wet pussy. “Was it the whip? Or were you hoping I’d mate with you the moment you saw me? That has to be it! You undressed for me so willingly! HAHA! You’re great! HAAH~! Nice and tight!!”
Beatrice clenched her fists. *Fuck! It just couldn’t be a simple fight to the death could it? Of course not! Not in this city! Eighteen fire mages! And that blood-hungry white mask! Do I even stand a chance against all of them at once? Would the others help?* Beatrice looked around and shook her head. *Get real! I can’t possibly rely on that. Other than Olivia, why would they help? But then what? Do I just stand by and watch like everyone else? Fuck that!*
Even though the rational course of action was to do nothing—like everyone else did—it was increasingly hard to be rational. Beatrice was a pervert. A degenerate, but a consensual one! And the tigerkin desecrated a sacred act meant to bring joy, pleasure, relief, and escapism for *all* involved.
However, Number Forty did not resist the tigerkin. She wrapped her legs and arms around the tigerkin and reached to him for a kiss.
“Woah there! No kissing!” the tigerkin growled and put his big hairy paw over the girl’s mouth. “You think I’m stupid or something?”
*Yes!* Felicia screamed silently.
“We’ll just enjoy this like this,” the tigerkin grunted as he rocked his hips. “I wonder how princess Mary will compare? It really is a shame-ugh-but… I have a feeling that the giant fish will not be nearly as gentle with you as I am when he finally drags his rotting sack of flesh here, hahaha!”
Number Forty could not answer even if she wanted to since her mouth was covered. Instead, she met the tigerkin’s movements and rocked her hips to his rhythm, meeting his cock with her own thrusts. Staring right back at the tigerkin, Lilith moved her hips with increasing force, raising her butt off the ground to take control over the tigerkin’s dick, driving herself on it, squeezing it, massaging the head of the tigerkin’s cock with her inner muscles.
“Ugh! Getting into it?” Number Fifty-Eight laughed. “Ha! I knew it! You did want me! Then let us both embrace and enjoy your final moments of pleasure and get really frea-AHN!?”
Everyone’s attention was grabbed by the sudden yelp of the beastkin when he unexpectedly pulled out of the girl. The giant viewing sphere above the arena zoomed in on the tigerkin’s rock-hard, bright-red dick. At the very top of the head of his manhood, something pink was sticking out of the opening. No, something pink was lodged into the opening of the tigerkin’s penis.
The tigerkin turned pale in the span of a second when he looked into Number Forty’s merciless crimson eyes, and cried out, “WAIT—”
The pink bubble expanded and burst to a most discomforting result.
## 306: You’re Next!
“NO!” the announcer screamed and clenched the railings when she and everyone else in the mines saw in excruciating detail on the giant viewing sphere how Number Fifty-eight’s manhood burst apart into tiny pieces and flew in all directions.
“UUUUUWWAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!” the tigerkin screamed as his blood shot forth from where his precious penis once was.
With shaking hands, the beastkin tried to stop the bleeding, tried to salvage the unsalvageable. He refused to believe it. He refused to accept that there was nothing to be saved. No meat. No balls. Only pain, blood, and bits of flesh swaying back and forth, hanging by torn pieces of skin.
“Nononononononononono,” with hands in tremors worse than a drug addict’s going cold turkey, the tigerkin tried to piece together what little manhood remained between his legs. That’s when he felt a noose tighten around his neck.
“GHUUUUUURK—!!” the tigerkin’s eyes bulged as he choked from the sudden strangling pressure on his neck.
While Number Fifty-eight was in utter shock and preoccupied with his destroyed manhood, the naked, blood-covered girl had grabbed The Whip of Sodom and jumped on the beastkin’s back. She wrapped threw several loops of the masterfully crafted braided leather over the beastkin’s head, wrapped the edges around her hands, squeezed tightly, and pulled with all the force she could muster, leaning back for more pressure.
“Fucking-GHUELK-CUNT!” the tigerkin screamed in bloody fury, but that did not help as the leather further sunk into his fur, flattening his veins and arteries. The tigerkin could not get his fat trembling fingers under the leather to free himself and his claws only scratched his own neck each time he tried. He cursed, screamed, spun around, and flailed, trying to throw off Number Forty but, could not reach the girl whose smaller body frame now proved to be an advantage. In his increasing panic and growing light-headedness, the beastkin tripped and fell.
Gasping for breath, Number Fifty-eight thrashed on the ground, foaming at the mouth, trying to reach the girl behind him, trying to catch an arm or a leg. Anything! But even as his nails scratched her skin, he could not grab on to her. Even when he rolled over and put all his weight on the much smaller human female she held to the whip with all her might. And all the struggle only further robbed the tigerkin’s body of the precious, dwindling oxygen. Though he no longer felt it, the struggle further exacerbated the wounds in his nether regions as more and more blood spewed forth.
In his last-ditch effort, the tigerkin summoned forth all his strength and rose to his feet. Letting out painful, choked out gurgling gasps, the beastin jumped up and back, falling onto the sharp rocks and using Number Forty’s body as a cusion.
“AAAAAAHH!” Number Forty screamed in pain when her back slammed against the rocks, only to be crushed further down and suffocated by the furry body nearly thrice her weight. But Lilith did not let go of the whip. Even as she herself struggled to breathe, squashed under her opponent, she gathered all strength and willpower to outlast her foe.
With his efforts, strength, and blood spent, Number Fifty-eight clawed at the whip around his neck, but even his sharp claws could not so much as scratch the legendary Whip of Sodom. Tears rolled down from the tigerkin’s eyes. Foaming spit flew from his jaw, opening and closing agony, but receiving no oxygen. The tigerkin’s body spasmed uncontrollably, but that did not save him as the girl beneath him endured with grit teeth getting beaten into rocks that sunk into her back and spine.
Unable to curse, unable to beg, unable to bring himself relief, losing all motor functions while his fingers trembled around his neck, tigerkin emmited his last, weakening, croaking gasps until even those ceased. Only after his body went limp, his hands slumped at his sides, and his head turned sideways no longer struggling for oxygen that was no use to a lifeless body, did the girl let go of the whip.
Number Forty pushed against the furry body with all her strength to lift it up at least enough to be able to breathe herself.
“HUAAAH~!” the girl hungerly gasped for the sweet oxygen she denied her raping would-be murderer. She finally managed to push the tigerkin’s dead body off enough to crawl from under him to a standing ovation from the crowd.
Even those that hoped for a different outcome could not help but be impressed with Number Forty’s persevirence against the odds. And the few that were displeased with the outcome remained quiet seeing how outnumbered they were.
Among the quiet ones was the dispirited announcer who leaned against the railings with her head hung low as she listened to the overwhelming reaction of the crowds. Number Forty slowly rose to her feet not only victorious but already celebrated as a champion.
Lilith struggled to her feet. Scratched, bruised, and beaten, her body ached all over. She could not open her left eye due to the cocktail of hair, blood, and other fluids that stuck to half her face. She breathed heavily, her chest rose up and down, refilling her body with oxygen. The right to breathe for which she desperately fought with the tigerkin. But even weakened, bloodied, and naked, Number Forty stood proudly with her back straight as she looked around for the white mask girl.
Miss Ruby stopped caressing herself and as the two girls locked eyes.
Lilith raised her arm, pointed a single finger right at the masked murderer of her uncle, and swore, “You’re next!”
## 307: Fight or Flight
The white mask girl and everyone in and around the arena read Lilith’s lips and intent clearly. The spectators cheered for the inevitable showdown.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself!” the mysterious white mask girl said loud and clear.
“Huh? Why isn’t the match announced as over?” one spectator asked.
“No idea.”
“Can’t you tell? The announcer is down in the dumps,” another spectator pointed at the slumped hairball up on her high platform above the arena.
“She really wanted this girl dead, didn’t she?”
“Do you think she’ll finally give up on her grudge?”
There was also another person who watched Number Forty stand up and survey her surroundings. So close to being seen yet so far from being able to strike, Number Forty-four, the sharkkin froze still. He tried to crawl to the girl before she was done with the tigerkin, but he was too late.
*If only I moved faster!* the crippled sharkkin lamented as he pressed his giant body to the ground. *If only I was a little faster! She was as good as dead, fuck!*
Now, the sharkkin was forced to watch and hope. Hope that his presence will go unnoticed. That everyone will simply forget about him. *Maybe I’ll be able to sneak away during the next intermission?*
With bated breath, the sharkkin watched the girl turn away from the group of shirtless staff and the white mask girl with them and take a couple of steps away from both him and the tigerkin’s dead body. For a second, the sharkkin’s heart lifted when he imagined himself living through this.
*Yes! She’ll just take the Bullshield for herself and—* the sharkkin’s heart stopped when Number Forty turned around, with Bullshield in hand, and slowly walked right in his direction with nothing but death in her one open eye.
The sharkkin very soul froze over in utter terror of the small girl who radiated oppressing murderous intent. Drenched in the blood and guts of her enemies, she now approached Number Forty-four at a slow, steady pace, each heavy step counting down the seconds he had to live.
With his primal instincts for survival taking control, the sharkkin gave up his hopes for hiding and turned to flee. Unable to think, unable to run, he tried to crawl away. With his arm and leg utterly useless, the sharkkin bit into the rocks ahead of him, using the many layers of his teeth and the strength of his jaw to drag his crippled body forward.
The laughter of the spectators filled the arena as they watched Number Forty-four break his teeth against the rocks while he bled out from his many wounds. The ridiculing laughter in the sharkkin’s ears was interrupted by a loud thud and cracking of bones as his mind went white for a moment with a wave of a new level of agony that overwhelmed everything else.
“AAAAAARGH!!” the sharkkin shrieked in agony when his only good leg ceased to function.
The viewing sphere showed to even the farthest standing spectators how Number Forty lifted the Bullshield as high as she could and slammed it down against the back of the sharkkin’s knee, destroying the joint in a single strike.
With “flight” no longer an option, only “fight” remained. In his final act of resistance, fueled by one last pump of survival-mode adrenaline, the sharkkin ignored the pain from the many wounds across his body as he activated the blades in his boomerang, and with a desperate cry, turned around and lunged at Number Forty aiming to skewer her with the blade.
Lilith placed The Bullshield between herself and the sharkkin, easily hiding behind it. The spectators watched how the sharkkin’s blade and arm disappeared in the ripple in front of the shield and reappeared behind the girl. Lilith then threw the shield aside, severing the magic connection—and with it—the sharkkin’s arm. The lifeless stump fell behind her, holding a part of a cleanly severed boomerang. The other part of the weapon fell in front of the sharkkin who collapsed at her feet with blood gushing out of his last good limb.
The crowds erupted in cheers once again.
The announcer rose from the railings and took a couple of steps away from the edge of her platform, into the shadows of the cave. With her back toward the spectators, she tore off her mask and flung it against the ground.
Wounded and bleeding out all over his body, unable to fight, unable to run, the sharkkin wept at the girl’s feet.
“P-phleaseeeee!” Number Forty-four bawled, pleading for his fleeting life.
Lilith looked down on her pathetic would-be assassin and without saying a word turned her back to him.
The sharkkin gasped and his spirit lifted for a short moment as he watched the girl pick up the cut half of the bladed boomerang and walk away from him
“Huuuuh?” many spectators were shocked at Number Forty’s mercy and booed such a decision.
“What is she doing?”
“Kill him!”
“Behead him!”
“Why bother?”
“Yeah, Isn’t he as good as dead anyway?”
The sharkkin slumped. His momentary elation at having his life spared evaporated quickly. As the excitement and adrenaline wore off, weakness, darkness, and cold settled in. The sharkkin felt numb, but the pain did not return. Nothing returned. Soon, he found himself wishing to feel the burning pain again just because all he felt was the growing cold as the encroaching darkness took him in the blazing, fiery heat of the arena.
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