New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

The low, twisted tune of Felicia’s whistle grinded Beatrice’s ears a metal brush against a pot.

-1 HP

Oh, fuck, should I have just killed here on the spot? Beatrice wondered when it was apparent that the beastkin’s latest ability was not meant as an offensive one. But had I killed her or worse, a seemingly defeated and defenseless opponent, I would have regretted that action just the same.

Triumphantly, as if she already won (or, perhaps, she simply could not stand it any longer?), Felicia returned to playing with her growing clit with both hands. It grew and pushed through what little clothing she had over her skin, concealed under all her layers upon layers of luscious hair.

“Haaah~! Nobody cared who you were? That’s perfect!” Felicia asked with a wide grin and flushed face, breathing heavily through her mouth. “Because nobody ever cared about the dumb fucks who died in this arena, and nobody ever will!”

Someone, something, responded to Felicia’s unnerving signal with a foreboding screech from the depths of the abyss

“Ah, this really feels amazing!” Felicia moaned as she sat on the rocky surface, some fifteen feet from the edge, unabashedly masturbating her exposed clit-dick that was in the final stages of its growth and transformation into a fully-fledged cock.

A light tremor reverberated from the surface of the arena through Beatrice’s legs. If she was in a battle, she might not have even noticed it, but she did. Beatrice took several steps away from the edge.

“Hehe, Thank you!” Felicia giggled as she played with her cock, not only enjoying every second of it, but actively embracing the joyful experience. “I might just cum as I watch you get torn to pieces!”

“Enjoy!” Beatrice said with the same tone of voice an overworked employee would use as a sendoff to his middle manager superior who was going off for a weekend retreat with everyone else while leaving all the work to that one capable employee was forced to stay alone in the office to work over the weekend, hoping to earn a bonus to pay off his student loans.

I’ve survived a two-headed, four-armed monster/mutant on steroids! I’ll kill whatever this is and show you the true pleasures of cock!

Just as Beatrice steeled her resolve, a six-legged bug-like creature the size of a polar bear crawled over the edge of the arena from the void below.

“Shit…” Beatrice gasped when she saw the full form of the monster before her. A praying mantis popped to mind. That is, if the praying mantis had been genetically engineered and bred in some futuristic world to grow bigger, tougher, bulkier, with scythes for claws, and become monsters capable of tearing a bear to pieces, and then the toughest, most vicious of those overgrown monsters were thrown into an arena for a battle royale fight to the death, then this was the specimen that would emerge out of it.

Unnecessarily large with unnecessarily long, scythe-like claws at the end of each of its appendages. More blades at its heavily armored head.

The hell kind of horror I ended up in!? Beatrice was a hair away from panicking in the face of a monster-movie-turned-reality creature that could skewer her like a kebab and eat for lunch.

“D-d-d-d-deeeeeeeeeeeeemonliiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!” someone shouted from the edge of the messy, bloody brawl that unfolded in the arena.

Such a cry of sheer terror did not go unnoticed by practically anyone who was still remotely lucid.

The creature bellowed a war-like cry of a starving predator and charged right at Beatrice. The succubus barely moved an inch before she was skewered through the belly and torn to bloodless pieces.

The creature froze up, confused why its prey did not spew blood like other tiny flesh sacks? Why did the bloodless flesh sack disappear from its claws? Why was the exact copy of that very same flesh sack now running away from it, when it should be dead?

Beatrice looked back at the enraged creature only when she covered some distance between them. She wasn’t sure if her speed alone would be enough to outrun this new devilry, so she used [Illusionary Split] on the demonling, confusing the giant bug.

Beatrice had confirmed two things: that her magic had an effect on this demon creature; and if she was faster, then just barely.

Two fireballs flew past Beatrice on either side, aimed at the bug. The demonling had no trouble evading the giant, slow-moving projectiles.

The only thing the fire attacks did was illuminate the demonling in all its deadly glory. Now, even the remaining spectators could see the beast. And their panicked screams were a definitive sign that this creature was not part of the official attractions of The Forge of Champions.

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