New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

Chapter 373: Isn’t It Romantic (18+)

Chapter 373: Isn’t It Romantic (18+)

Fffffffffffffuck, Beatrice bit her lip as she climaxed once again through cock and tail. Double stimulation was bad enough. Bob was surprisingly proficient at fucking for a man claiming no experience for years in the field. Her pussy was clearly designed for sex and responded well to a big strong cock.

Beatrice was relieved that she held back from using [Arousing Touch] on Bob. The man was already barely cognizant of where he was or what he was doing besides his fixation on fucking Beatrice into the ground and then some more. Driven by lust and animalistic desire, Beatrice wouldn’t be surprised if Bob would kill anyone that dared interfere. Had she aroused him any more…

Beatrice didn’t even plan on getting this aroused. She wasn’t aroused, not at first! It was just a ploy, a tactical maneuver to deceive the demons while she plotted her counteroffensive. That part of her plan certainly worked, and the cum she shot form her cock and tail was proof that it was no acting.

Feeling her cum splashing across her tits, marking her own body, did not feel unpleasant. And upon tasting her own cum, she remembered how delicious it was! Doubly so when her hunger reawaked! Could she be blamed for sucking her nipples and licking her tits clean along with Bob’s hand if it finally meant some nutrition for her weary body?

But if stimulation of her cock and pussy already proved strong, Beatrice was hopeless to resist simultaneous stimulation of four erogenous zones: her pussy, tail, cock, and ass. Getting fucked in the ass was not something Beatrice expected when she signed up for a battle tournament, but she’d be lying if she said her body did not approve of the spicy stimulation, especially when combined with the heaven of fucking her pussy with her tail.

Wait, seriously? Beatrice was convinced she was nowhere close to a level up last she checked, just before she escaped the demonling encirclement. Don’t tell me... A little voice inside Beatrice’s mind suggested that the experience boost might have come from her first anal experience. Oh, right… It was her first, wasn’t it? With all that was going on, Beatrice was so distracted that the fact barely even registered. She was almost disappointed. Such special occasions were probably supposed to be a little more romantic than getting mechanically aroused while having sex as a distraction to buy time to think and go Skill shopping inside a strange magical RPG system.

“Yes! Get pregnant! Cum and get pregnant!!” Bob kept babbling in an increasingly incomprehensible, babbling speech.

Sorry, Bobby, not happening! Even if the sex felt good, Beatrice had enough sense to make sure to toggle off the impregnation of her semen. More sense than Bob apparently had remaining anyway. And since Bob’s cock was created by her, it was within her jurisdiction whether it had fertilization capabilities. Beatrice had more important things to worry about.

While Bob was having fun with Beatrice, the tentacle demon had fun with Olivia. It bellowed as it trembled in climax and pumped so much cum in and through Olivia that even Beatrice’s cum buckets seemed inadequate by comparison. The trembling demon might have even been susceptible to attack if it was not protected by so many demonlings.

Beatrice wanted to rip those tentacles off and shove them down the demonling throats, but that was a fantasy. If she rushed in now, all her “hard work” would be undone. And she needed a way to damage that thing. Unfortunately, like with her Eros Craft, the Combat Craft needed a substantial investment in Skill Points to unlock hard hitting Skills. That did not stop Beatrice from slaying tough enemies before through a weak point of some sort. The demon’s reinforced sides and bottom certainly weren’t an option.

“Hold on, my children!”

Wait, what!? Beatrice finally returned from her thoughts only to find a completely deranged Bob kneeling over her, foaming at the mouth, with tears in his bloodshot, twitching eyes while jerking his trembling, swollen, red cock.

“Bob!” Beatrice called out to the deranged man, but he did not react in the slightest. Purple mist blasted through his flared nostrils while the bulging, pulsating veins on his forehead threaten to pop any second.

“Hold on, my babies! Daddy’s comiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!” Bob howled as he pulled Beatrice’s tail out of her pussy and went in to fuck her like his life depended on it.