New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

“…” Felicia was left utterly flabbergasted as watched her seventeen arena staff members drop to their knees around the masturbating, orgasming, self-fucking participant Number Sixty-nine, throw off their masks and caught the drops of the cum rain with their open mouths.

Princess Mary still laid unconscious after the brain-blasting fuck was amplified by Felicia’s sudden attack. The only ally Felicia had left in the arena who did not jump toward the cum, was the skeletal John, the last shirtless man who kept his mask and remained by Felicia’s side, as speechless as the announcer was.

As Beatrice came down from an amazing orgasm, she looked around, and smiled at how spectacularly her plan worked. The succubus toggled off a certain Skill and then used [Fast(er) Recovery (+1)] on herself, though that in itself was an afterthought, a bonus. Her trap card was already activated.

“What the hell are you all doing!?” Felicia’s enraged voice rumbled through the arena.

Beatrice heard most of what the beastkin announcer said, confirming that she could use [Fast(er) Recovery (+1)] on herself after an intercourse with herself. Not that she needed the healing, since her Health Point values were back at their peak long before she climaxed. However, the persistent hearing loss and pain deep in her skull was now gone.

Her voice attack was only Rank C or lower then? Beatrice concluded. Well, the damage was not all that amazing. Perhaps it also has a terrible cooldown? Or a long preparation time? Beatrice also couldn’t discount that the pure joy of playing with herself healed her. She flooded her brain with endorphins after all! And the pain in her ears was drowned out by pleasure long before she even fucked her pussy, utterly high on the pleasures of her body.

“Get off your knees and do as I say!!” Felicia screamed. “John! Get them under control!! … Number Twenty-one! What the absolute fuck are you doing over there!?”

“Oh?” Beatrice propped herself on her elbows and looked behind. The swift ninja girl had snuck in at the last second to get a taste of the gifts that the succubus had to offer.

The ninja girl had completely lost touch with reality. She was already horny beyond belief when she watched the succubus fuck the princess, and as the succubus escalated, Olivia gave in more and more to her urges. Olivia couldn’t even recall when she started blatantly fingering herself. Surely the other participants noticed it at some point! But what on earth drove her to rush forward and catch those drops of cum as if she was nothing more than another cum slut?

Olivia was utterly mortified with her decisions as she could not even explain her own actions to herself. But when she felt a familiar rising heat under her belly, her choices quickly made much more sense. The ninja girl trembled and bit her lip when she touched the source of the heat.

The shirtless men looked at each other, at Felicia, at John. Their faces were those of worried, confused, simple men. Young men, middle-aged men. No more special than any man one would meet on the streets of Klapsus. Some square jaws, some rectangular faces. They most would effortlessly blend in with the crowds on the streets of Klapsus. And while their bodies were far more impressive than the average that Klapsus had to offer, they still varied on the levels of their “buffness”: from dad bods and strongmen to shredded Olympians.

“J-John, I—” the blonde Chris with a quiff haircut stuttered as he sweated and had begun to regret his decision. “Oohh!?”

Chris gasped as he felt life where life was gone for so many years. Without a second’s thought he lifted up his kilt to confirm with his own eyes what he did not dare to hope. And he saw it. With his own eyes. Between his legs, a tiny bulge quickly grew and took shape. A familiar shape. One that Chris saw in his dreams. In his nightmares. Tears formed in his eyes.

The others also lifted up their kilts. Their disbelief turned to smiles and laughter, as they looked at each other with feelings of joy they had not felt in years.

“Y-you too?”

“Yeah, haha!”

Tears of joy and laughter spread around Beatrice as grown men wept with joy and touched their growing dicks with trembling hands.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream!”

“Oh, my God, I thought I’d never live to feel this again!”

“N-no, not just any God!” Bob said as he looked at his rising Goddess with reverence and adoration.

Beatrice stood a Goddess among her kneeling subjects. Tall, proud, buxom, glistening with her own cum as she smiled at her loyal followers and grew a second cock of her own, as hard and proud as her first one. After all, she could not possibly forego the chance to swallow more than a few drops of the cum she rained upon herself and the others.

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