New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 6-9) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**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.

## 6: The Priestess And The Futanari (18++)

Once at the altar, Helen leaned toward the futanari’s cock. *Amazing*, the priestess thought, studying the thick piece of meat. She watched how the futanari slid her gentle hand up and down the veins of a hot, thick, pulsating cock. *Nothing like the other priests,* Helen thought and then gasped. *Where are the testicles? How could she cum so much without them? Truly a being of legends!*

*And her pussylips!* Helen kept staring with her mouth half-open. *Such an amazing shape! What is that liquid leaking from her? No! I can’t possibly touch her there! I have no right! Do I even dare touch her cock? Do I dare to interrupt her? No, I have to! It is my job to satisfy the cock of our Savior! The High Priest himself ordered me to do so! I can do it! I can! For my little sister!*

Breeding Needs [M/F, feral kitsune x dragoness, persuasion/consensual, oral, vaginal, domination/submission, breeding, impregnation, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A feral kitsune slyly convinces a dragoness that he is the best choice to sate her breeding needs, her first season upon the adult as she desperately seeks relief…

As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

The black dragoness stretched out by the lakeside, mountains rising behind, although they were glad in a summer garb of green, the mountainous area lush and prosperous. It would only be so for a few months, if even that, however, devolving back to a barren wasteland once the warmest months. But a dragon was built to more than simply survive the elements, her black scales strong, though Avina was nothing special, not when it came to dragons.

Long spines lined her back and the tips of her wings, making Avina appear a little more dangerous than she was, fifteen-foot in length, including her long neck and tail respectively. Her wings with their large, leathery flaps of hide, were most usually kept folded in against her back, for she did not often take to the wing, preferring to dwell down near the lakes and, if venturing from her home to the coast, the wider, meandering rivers that took a slower course to the ocean. There was plenty of fish in them, most often the salmon, for her to eat, and the taste of fish rather than mammalian flesh had seemed more pleasing on her tongue in her younger days.

Infernal Passions Part 2 [MF] [Mdom] [fantasy][nc][preg]

Virgil had been busying himself familarizing himself with the modern world.  New technologies like the internet made it easy for him do so.  It also helped him plan his next moves.  Maria, the desperate woman who had summoned him was currently undergoing preparations to become his concubine.  As he approached he could hear her moans echoing down the hallway.  She had been held in her room and forced to cum over and over again by the animate shadows at the daemon’s command.  The fiend entered to find her bound and suspended by sinuous shadows that coalesced around her arms and legs.   A replica of his cock formed from shadow plunged rhythmicly into her cunt while shadow fingers vibrated on her clit.  Maria’s eyes roll back in her head and her body shudders as she is wracked with another orgasm.  Bucking against her restraints her body tensed as she squirted, spraying the room with her juces.  Her body went limp.  She hung there panting.  Trying to recover from the blissful torment. 

Virgil walked over to Maria while his hands completed a somatic gesture.  The shadows then lowered her to the floor and forced her to her knees.  She looked pleasingly up to her captor while opening her mouth to speak.  “No mo-,” is all she she gets out before daemon forced his cock in.

The Lamia and the Wolf [werewolf] [vampire] [noncon] [impregnation] [femdom]

Hello r/Erotica! I’m a relatively new smut writer who’s hoping to write a werewolf themed quadrilogy. [I posted my first story on literotica last month, and am eager to share](https://www.literotica.com/s/the-lamia-and-the-wolf).

It’s a bit ghastly, but not excessively so for a noncon story, at least ime. It’s sort of a maledom story wrapped inside a femdom one, set in a fantastical setting with a female vampire and male werewolf as the characters. If that kind of smut burrito sounds like your thing, I’d love to hear what you think!

The Origin of a Kink [Breeding/Impregnation/Pregnancy] [Long]

**The following is a long story that leads to a recent discovery. It’s all true, it’s very honest, it starts very sexy and ends very not sexy. I wrote it because I do my best thinking through reflective writing. I shared it because I value sharing the human experience in all of its unique forms.**

I want to be pregnant again.

So bad.

I loved being pregnant. For the most part, at least.

Sure, for the first 15 weeks the weirdest things could nauseate me to the point of running for the nearest trash can at any time of day. And yes, I have never experienced exhaustion quite like first trimester exhaustion (except for newborn exhaustion, that’s next level). And of course there were aches and pains that made some days pretty hard to get through…

But even with all that, pregnancy was fucking magical.

*I* felt fucking magical. I thought I was the world’s most womanly woman. I was a goddess of creation! I was participating in the most ancient act of maternal instinct. I had joined a sacred club. I was *making someone*. Someone that I was already so fucking in love with.

Infernal Passion Part 1 [MF] [Fantasy] [Mdom][nc][preg]

“Do not call up that which you cannot put down.”  H.P. Lovecraft

Maria found the book in an old used book store. For a while she’d been looking for various books of spells and magic.  She had always been interested in the occult, and now that she was in college she had begun to search in earnest.  Her friend, Becky, had always warned her against it.  It was something satanic.   Not what good Christians should do. 

Becky didn’t understand.  Maria had never been as socially graceful.   Even now in college she found she was being bullied and worse.  The magic was something to give her the power to get revenge on the girls who tormented her, and enchant the boys she lusted after.

On this day she was looking through the shelves of dusty tomes of an old bookstore.  Strangely she felt herself compelled deep into the store.  Inside she found leather-bound tome dicarded under piles of old moldering books. lt almost seemed to be calling her to it, dusty and forgotten.  In truth was.  The locked inside was a malevolent spirit that had waited a long time for a suitable catalyist.  Her young, beautiful body would do nicely. 

Perfect harmony on the farm (impregnation)

Out in the great wide open, far beyond the bustle of city life, there is a place. A place we have created; and a place for creation.

It is a place of nurturing and life. Where we live in sync with Nature, and her rhythms guide us in the neverending creation and husbandry of new life.

I have felt it’s pull for years. A man whose hands know when to plant seed in fertile soil, how to midwife spring’s calves onto green pastures. How to do and fix, build and create.

The season’s energy thrums within me. Calling as rain does to the grass. Twice before I’ve answered it, and one perfect child plays at my feet, smiling up at me, while our perfect baby sleeps in the arms of my loving wife.

I feel it again. As strong as ever. Yet my wife can no longer answer it with me. This must be her last.

So I work. Nurturing the life that nurtures our family. Remembering the magic that her and I created. Reveling in it. But I also yearn to make it again.

[MF] [nc, cuck, preg] Mind Fuck 2

It had been several days since Kent had first hypnotized Rose, and began her mental conditioning.  She had not yet contacted him since that day in the coffee shop, but Kent was confident that he would see her soon.  She had been programed to find his cum was addictive after pumped her full last time.  Now that she had her first hit she whould be jonesing for more any day now.  Still Kent was pleasantly surprised when he saw her text message pop up on his phone. “We need to talk,” It read.  “Can I come over?”

“Sure,”  Kent replied as a lustful grin spread across his face.

Not long after there was a knock on Kent’s door.  He opened it to find Rose standing there clutching the side of her head.  “I, ” She stammered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I haven’t felt right since that day.”

“You mean at the coffee shop?”  There was a sharp inhalation from Rose afer hearing her trigger word.  During their previous encounter Kent implanted the command that the word coffee would make her greatly aroused.  Kent took note of Rose squirming in the hallway, attempting to refocus her thoughts.  He was happy that his programming was still in effect.  Kent suppressed his smile and adopted a look of concern.

The Plan – Part 1 [breeding/impregnation] [edging]

**Heya! Thanks for checking out my story. It’s a work in progress. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it.** 😊

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“Knock, knock.”
I’m leaning against the doorframe of your home office. It’s 9am and you’ve been working since 6am on the final touches of a presentation. You’re under a lot of stress, you have been for the past month. So it’s with some sheepishness that I repeat myself, louder this time “Knock, knock. Do you know what today is?”

You swivel in your seat with a sigh, tearing your eyes from the spreadsheet before you. “What day is it?” You ask with genuine interest.

“It’s almost ovulation day!” I raise a tiny white strip of test paper in front of me, the chemical reaction having made the test area deep red. Sometime within the next 48 hours, I was going to ovulate and that meant now was the time to start taking advantage of that.

“Oh, is it?” You feign indifference to my excitement but moments later are cracking a knowing smile above your coffee mug before you sip.