New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

Zaki hated everything about this woman. That voluptuous female whose only purpose in life was to be bred. Her tits, her thighs, her back, her face: everything about her designed to receive cum. That’s why Gods created women like that. To tempt men with their bodies. To make them unable to think of anything else until they fertilized their wombs. And this one was the worst of them all.

Despite all her beauty, despite being brought to this world to be a cum-glistening breeding example, she was a traitor to all women. A corrupting demon. The slutty whore who aligned herself with demons to spread the dick apocalypse upon this city.

It made Zaki want to fuck her even more. To pound her stupid and make her apologize for what she did. To make her cry and scream while she came over and over. But she’d receive no mercy. Zaki would make her finally embrace her breeding purpose.

It was by no mere chance that the Gods made their paths cross. Zaki was the one meant to remind her of her rightful place—on her knees and full of cock. If only she didn’t have that. +How dare she ruin her body like that!? How dare she be so sexy while having that abomination!?

“Let’s not focus on my cocks for now.” Beatrice said.

“I wasn’t!” Zaki told Beatrice as much as he told himself.

“Really?” Beatrice asked.

“Why would I!?” All he did was think about how he hated her and her disgusting things. And now she had two!? “Drop dead! Better yet—there’s a free noose I saved just for you.”

A dozen armed soldiers appeared out of the darkness behind Beatrice and the petite cat girl.

“I want to rid the city of your plague!” Zaki said. Even if his body was still on its knees, his spirit wasn’t. “Hang her!” he demanded.

The soldiers remained still.

“I said, hang her!!” Zaki screamed. “How dare you disobey!?”

The dozen soldiers suddenly transformed into an exact replica of the silver-haired cat girl in front of Beatrice.

“Ah? More of your demon sorcery!? I have some of my own!” Zaki pointed his hands at Beatrice’s big cocks and unleashed his ice magic. The magic evaporated as soon as it left his fingertips.

“Ah?”

“You really can’t stand them, can you?” Beatrice smiled. “Even though you can’t stop wishing your cock was just as big as mine?”

“Fuck no!”

“Really? Even though every single futanari that you paraded here had identical cocks?” Hundreds of futanaris appeared behind Beatrice. The ones that Zaki paraded. All of them had the same cock as the silver-haired cat girl: long, erect, more than twice as big than Zaki’s even at his full potential.

“That’s because of your magic!”

“You were the one who brought them here.”

“To destroy them!”

“Not to marvel at what you don’t have but can never possess?”

“No!”

“No? You’re satisfied with having that small dick?”

“It’s not small!”

“Who are you kidding!?” Beatrice laughed. “Why else do you bury your ass in the girl’s faces? You can’t bear them looking at it. You hear their laughter. You see them laughing.”

Hundreds of futanaris laughed louder and louder as they looked at Zaki’s pathetic thing.

“That’s not why!! Stop fucking laughing! You’re all abominations!!”

“Sure we are. And you’re the hero who will save the world. A simple man who likes his ass licked.”

“Exactly!!”

“You like the girls to stick their tongue inside it too.”

“Of course!”

“As deep as they can?”

“The deeper the better!”

“As deep as they can while you pleasure yourself while you stare at twitching futa cocks?”

“Yes!!! Wait…”

“Hm? Wait for what?” Beatrice asked and smiled down at Zaki. “Go ahead, look as much as you want.”

Beatrice first licked the silver-haired cat girl’s neck, and then, slowly, moved to her face until they started kissing. The succubus played with her barely existent tits, played with her pussy. One finger sliding inside was all it took to make the cat girl’s dick twitch.

“Stop it!!”

“Why?” Beatrice asked as she licked the cat girl’s ear. “Isn’t this what you always wanted? What you fantasized about?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Zaki suddenly found it hard to breathe.

“You still don’t see it?” Beatrice asked. “Come, take a closer look.”