**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.
## 92: P-pregnancy!?
“Huh?” Tabitha rose from the bed, drowsy and lethargic. She looked at the succubus that just shouted across the room in shock and disbelief.
“A-a-ah,” Beatrice stuttered looking at Tabitha. “I thought I saw a cockroach…”
“Huh?” Tabitha slowly looked on the floor from side to side, still half-awake.
“I guess it was just a spider… Ahem, never mind!” Beatrice cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure, and got busy searching for her bra to hide her agitation. “Time to get moving anyway.”
“A-ah, of course!” Tabitha jumped up, casting her slumber away. She looked out the window. Despite the utterly blocked view by the stone wall, it was still obvious that the sun got even higher since she started working on Beatrice’s cock. “How long was I out?”
“No idea. Long enough,” Beatrice said as she covered her massive tits with the tiny piece of cloth that was her slutty bra and moved over to the only table on the other side of the room, where some leftover food still remained.
“Get dressed, eat something, and meet us downstairs,” Beatrice said as she took a bite out of a boiled potato and took some veggies with her. “We’ll be leaving this place as soon as possible.”
With that Beatrice opened the door to her room and hesitated for a moment before taking a step outside. *She wouldn’t put a defensive trap that kills the target it’s supposed to protect, right?* Beatrice reassured herself and took a single wary step on the other side of the doorframe.
Nothing happened, Beatrice did not get set on fire by Ember’s supposed spells, and Beatrice proceeded outside. The corridor was as dark during the day as it was last night. Not a single window. Not a single candle. Depressing and claustrophobic even for Beatrice who never had many issues in narrow places or fear of elevators. The succubus moved slowly, taking small steps, one at a time, while placing her hand against the wall to guide herself in the dark, despite the rising urge to get out of this bleak place as fast as possible.
And as Beatrice treaded through the darkness, she tried to make sense of what she just saw in her [Sexual Tally] tab.
*How did I get anyone pregnant? Who was it?*
*The [Futanari Succubus’s Semen] Skill is supposed to be absolute! I always kept it toggled in a way that doesn’t get anyone pregnant. Is the System malfunctioning? Was the description a lie? The system never seemed malicious toward me, or anyone else, despite having plenty of opportunities to screw me or others over.*
*Are some Skills bugged? It’s not impossible, considering how many corners Luluna cut in the System. Or did I somehow toggle the Skill on by accident? No way! I’ve never accidentally used any other skills.*
*More importantly, who is pregnant? At least it’s not me—the [Sexual Tally] tab kindly confirmed that. So it’s one of the seven girls. But who? Can’t be the princess, since I didn’t even get to touch her! I didn’t even penetrate Ember yet, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t cum into that first priestess that sucked me off… So, that leaves… The two other priestesses, Tabitha, and Olivia… No matter how you look at it, Tabitha is the most likely one. To think that the biggest nympho could be the one that managed to get herself pregnant!*
*Didn’t they talk about how this town went out of its way to curb any chances of unwanted reproduction? That was one of the purposes of the depraved S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild, right? So it doesn’t work all of the time? Far more likely that the magical power of a succubus overpowers whatever shady attempts the Guild made to stop pregnancies.*
*But how do I confirm this? I can’t just walk up and ask “Do you feel pregnant by any chance?”. I could try to find out if they have some sort of pregnancy test in this magical world. Though that is not necessarily the biggest worry. Women usually notice when they’re pregnant pretty quickly. The more important thing is…*
Beatrice stopped when she reached the staircase to the first floor as the major realization finally caught up with her.
*Oh wow, that’s right! I’m going to become a parent again, aren’t I?*
## 93: The Little Ice Mage
Beatrice looked at her hands as the crushing responsibility of parenthood set in. *What is this? Trembling already?* Beatrice laughed at herself. *It hasn’t even been a day since conception, so it’s literally nine months away, and I don’t even know the mother… What the hell?*
Beatrice’s mind flashed to her three daughters from her past life. How could she have failed so horribly? She had so many chances to make things right… In the end, those arguments seemed so petty… Beatrice wondered if they even bothered showing up to her funeral. *Did anyone?*
*I have another chance!* Beatrice clenched her fists. *This time I will not fail my children! And all the more reason to fix this broken world! No cannibalism or starvation! They will be able to walk out of their home without fearing for their lives! I’ll make them proud!*
*… I just need to figure out who the other parent of my child is…*
The reinvigorated succubus walked down the steps toward the light that came from the corner turn at the bottom of the stairs. It was getting hard to believe that Beatrice was supposed to be in some kind of livable home and not a dungeon.
And just as Beatrice got to the last few steps and was actually now able to see where she put her naked feet, the door opposite of the stairs opened, unleashing a cold gust of air as if it was a walk-in fridge. And—remembering what exactly was stored past that door, and how cold the walls felt on the second building attached to this house—Beatrice concluded that the door did in fact lead to a giant refrigeration unit.
The surprising part—that in hindsight should have been obvious—was when Beatrice saw the butcher’s little daughter walk through that door and close it behind her with hands that were paler than a corpse. No, not pale—they were covered in a thin layer of ice. From her elbows to the very fingertips, the girl’s hands looked like they belonged on a snow witch.
But Jenny’s hands and fingers were not frostbitten. Nor did they have gangrene that should have developed had she literally let ice build up on her arms. The girl moved her fingers freely when she closed the door shut behind her.
When the girl turned around, she did not show any sign of surprise or embarrassment. The girl simply took two steps toward the mostly-naked succubus, bowed, and said, “Good morning!”
“G-good morning!” Beatrice replied, feeling the chilling air that Jenny emitted. That’s not because she spent too much time in that place. *She’s the one who maintains the cold,* Beatrice now realized. *What a “nice” system they’ve developed here. The old man butchers mutilated gang members and murder victims for meat, while his own daughter makes daily walks through the slabs of human meat, preventing them from spoiling until delivery.*
“Breakfast is ready—” Jenny informed, but then noticed the succubus carrying some leftover veggies from yesterday. “Oh, you’re already… I can pack what I’ve prepared for you so that you can take it with you…”
“I-it’s fine,” Beatrice didn’t want to trouble the little girl too much. She felt even more pity for the little redhead now. *What a way to let a child grow,* Beatrice thought, imagining how fucked up Jenny’s *psyche will be by the end of it all. Or does this count as a decent life in this world?*
*Enough!* Beatrice clenched her fist and stormed past Jenny, through the corridor that led to the guest room where Ember and Olivia were already eating, sitting on the opposite sides of the room, as far away from each other as possible.
Ember was sitting at the table, opposite of Samuel who kept his head down and avoided making eye contact with both Ember and Olivia. Utensils clanking against the plates were heard clearly, as neither of the trio said a word. Ember merrily took a drink from her cup and seemed to pay no mind to the fact that neither Olivia nor even Ember’s own brother enjoyed her company.
“Ember!” Beatrice called out to her bodyguard and walked straight toward her.
“Oh? Good morning!” Ember said as her lips formed a cheeky grin. “How was last night? Did you get a good night’s sleep? I thought I noticed someone come into your room, but I—”
“What can you tell me about those Demonlings the King mentioned?” Beatrice interrupted Ember’s bullshit and got straight to the main point.
## 94: Demonlings
The room fell silent the moment Beatrice said the word ‘Demonlings’. The very air got heavy.
Samuel raised his head, blood drained from his face, similarly to how Olivia looked yesterday when she learned the secrets of this grim establishment. Olivia herself was not looking much better. It was hard to tell whether the ninja girl was still reeling from yesterday’s discoveries or if this was the effect of hearing the name of some monsters Beatrice knew nothing about.
“What do you want to know?” Ember asked. For once, there was not even a hint of her usual carefree or sarcastic attitude.
“Everything,” Beatrice said flatly. “What are they? Where are they? How strong? How many? Why does the king want them dead? Though, judging by their name alone, and everybody’s reaction, I assume they’re at least the partial cause of this whole mess?”
Ember sighed, then took a sip from her cup to water her throat. Then she asked the succubus, “How much do you remember of what the High Priest Lucarad told you?”
“Oh, after the whole orgy thing?” Beatrice specified and tried to recall. She realized that between all the sex, attempts on her life, more sex, and then some more sex on top of that, she had completely forgotten her talks with the High Priest before she met the powder-snorting king.
“Something about the Demons from… Beyond?” Beatrice spoke slowly, pulling the words through a thick cum-fog that shrouded her memories. “That these Demons have appeared some time ago and nearly destroyed this world, right? He also mentioned some sort of corruption and how I’m the one who could somehow combat the effects of it.”
“Right,” Ember took another sip with her eyes closed. “Now, starting with your last question. Yes, the Demonlings are a part of the menace that plagues this world. They are one of the weakest and most numerous among the forces of the Demon Legions that crossed into this world.”
“But don’t let the word ‘weakest’ fool you,” Olivia said ominously.
“How strong are they then?” Beatrice asked.
“Well…” Ember paused and looked at Olivia. “That one would be torn to shreds in a matter of seconds…”
Olivia glared at Ember but did not respond to yet another insult.
I-is that actually true? Beatrice wondered why would the ninja girl not even try to make a retort like usual.
“If the four of us fought together…” Ember paused again as her eyes wandered, studying the ceiling. “And no—I’m not talking about you, dear brother. Rather that nympho on the second floor, that’s still recovering from the railing that our Savior gave her.”
Beatrice blushed and looked away.
“Which is good, because we need you to awaken as many of your powers as fast as possible,” Ember said, without a hint of sarcasm. “You’re the biggest X-factor of this small little group of misfits. But realistically, if we use the other two as meat shields, we’d probably end up killing a couple of Demonlings before we’d be done for.”
“T-that few?” Beatrice stuttered. “If they’re that strong, how is there anyone left alive at all?”
“Well, the king did just nonchalantly give you a quest to start fighting the Demons of the Beyond,” Ember shrugged. “They are part of the Demon Legion proper, not some off-shoot monster mutations that the world is full of now! Lucarad presented you as a Savior that would save the world, so the king gave you an appropriate quest for a hero. If it was that easy, the whole nightmare would have been dealt with long ago.”
“The problem with Demonlings is that they are always moving in large numbers,” Olivia explained. “If you throw large enough count of bodies against them, they eventually can be pushed back. But if it’s just a small party, it doesn’t matter if the task is to kill two or two hundred of the monsters. They’re not the type of enemy you can just pick off one at a time. We’re either strong enough to defeat the entire group, or we shouldn’t bother. Yes, I do not stand a chance against a group of those insects. Neither does Ember—the Demonlings are near-impervious to all but the highest tiers of magic.”
“And regular arrows or other such ranged weapons can’t pierce their armor,” Samuel added. “The ballistas that are on the bastions around this city are strong enough pierce through those things, but… I don’t expect you to be allowed to take a ballista, nor that you would want to haul it across the rocky terrain outside these walls.”
*Holy shit,* Beatrice said to herself, realizing how strong she needs to become before she can complete her starting quest.
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