New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

“Glory to the Cock Gifter!” Bob cried out and prostrated himself before his two-cock buxom naked Goddess.

“GLORY!!” all seventeen men roared with the voices of gladiators. It was almost as if regaining their manhood lowered their average voice range.

“Rise, my friends!” Beatrice gestured up to the dick-acquired men around her.

One after another, the men rose. And as shirtless men rose, so did their dicks, growing to their full erections of over six inches long and enough girth to stretch the ass of even a seasoned Klapsus’ slut. The viewing sphere displayed those cocks in all their glory. Harder than steel, they barely swayed from the movements of their buff owners. These men were denied their rightful urges for far too many years. And now, with cocks at their hands once again, they could fuck a hole through the very surface of the arena.

Olivia was not as quick to her feet. Completely in heat, she could barely keep herself from letting go and following Beatrice’s example. But the composure of the succubus (who now possessed not one, but two eight-inch weapons) was so inspiring that Olivia managed to pull herself together and follow the Cock Gifter’s command. Wait, it wasn’t a command! Olivia thought to correct herself. And yet here they were—eighteen around Beatrice who swallowed her seed to grow a cock, all obeying the succubus without question.

“H-how dare…” Felicia’s clenched fists shook. In a tense, slouched posture, it took all the beastkin hairball had to rain in her outrage.

“FINE!” Felicia screamed, blasting her echoing voice across the mines at unprecedented volumes. “Know what becomes of those that have forgotten their place!! aaa… Ä̷͕́Ă̴̲A̴̪̕Á̸̟Ä̷̞A̶͗ͅA̶̳͂—fhmmmh!?”

Just as Felicia was about to unleash her final tune, Bob rushed forward, cock first, and thrust straight through Felicia’s mask, shattering it to pieces and plugging the annoying hole that he had to endure for far too long.

Felicia’s cute feline face was finally revealed to the world, stuffed with a mighty cock of a self-less warrior.

“You mean… Thelicia Fundershnauf was actually Felicia Thundershnauf all along!? An A-ranked member of the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild!?”

“…” a leopardkin turned to the shocked viewer and asked, “Are you for real right now?”

Felicia’s own shock at getting her mouth plugged with cock by one of her disposable slaves quickly switched back to a bloody fury. The pupils of Felicia’s light blue eyes narrowed, her eyes shot with blood, her face contorted in rage. Felicia opened her mouth wider and bit down hard with her sharp teeth into Bob’s rock-hard erection, displaying an impressive flexibility of her jaw.

“UAAAAAAA~~!” Bob screamed in pain and withdrew. His cock was bloody with a ring of deep teeth marks around it. The wounded soldier fell to the ground from the sudden weakness that overtook him after the wound in his most precious place.

“BOOOOB!” Chris cried out for his fellow comrade.

“Ptfu!” Felicia spit with disgust and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. She then snapped at her remaining minion who stood just a few feet from her, failing to save her from a rogue cock. “John! Are you asleep!? Do your fucking job!!”

John looked at Felicia, then back at his former shirtless comrades. Despite remaining silent and being the only one with his oval mask still covering his entire face, judging by his shaking hands and sweaty body it was obvious that the skeletal man was thinking: “What the fuck you want me to do?”

“John,” one of the shirtless men spoke up and took several steps forward. “You’re the only one who did not jump at the opportunity to regain your cock.”

A certain thought dawned on several other shirtless men. One of them exclaimed, “And you always insisted on showering separately because the White Masks forced you to keep rank at all times!”

More and more shirtless men realized something.

“That John dude has a cock beneath his skirt, doesn’t he!?” A drunk cowkin screamed from one of the spectators stands.

“GRAB HIM!!” Chris screamed and the shirtless men rushed to surround John.

Felicia ran away from John. John cast his flaming tornado spell, but his former allies intervened, jumping through the fire, and tackled John out of the flames, pinning him to the ground.

“GHAH!” John screamed as he was bound by four men, each far stronger than him. Each of the men held one of John’s arms or legs, keeping him in a ‘star’ pose, while Chris grabbed John’s kilt and yanked it up, revealing a pale, tiny little pecker between John’s scrawny legs.

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