New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

“Get pregnant, you horny bunny!” Beatrice imagined her frenzied self: grinning maniacally as she slammed into a sweet, innocent bunny girl with a girl-dick of her own, holding her legs over her head and pounding her pussy until she shot her babymaker directly into the fertile womb.

Or maybe she came across two cute beastgirl friends who looked suspiciously alike? Maybe they just wanted to go grocery shopping to make a birthday cake and celebrate their eighteenth birthdays when they came across Beatrice and fell to their knees, mesmerized by Beatrice’s two raging boners? Did they want to get creampied? Did one of them want to eat fresh, hot cum out of the other’s pussy while she herself got fucked and filled with cum until a guaranteed pregnancy?@@novelbin@@

Beatrice couldn’t even tell if these were just guilt-fueled fantasies or flashes of actual memories from her earlier sex frenzy. And that was before she contemplated all the other cocks that shot thousands of gallons of cum all over the city.

How many more got pregnant by someone else besides me? Beatrice wondered. Even if their cum isn’t as potent as mine, even if this city’s fertility is being kept in check by some foul methods, surely at some point even the most protected wombs cannot withstand the river of cum aimed for their eggs.

How many girls in this city now have a kid in their belly without knowing it? The city had a fertility issue, but what if my skill somehow broke past it? And with the orgy sweeping throughout the city, none of them have a reliable way of ever figuring out who got pregnant by who…

What have I done?

Maybe I’m making too big of a deal about this? Beatrice rationalized as she slowly stumbled through the Moaning Street. Wasn’t I wondering whether anyone here is worth helping at all? And nineteen pregnancies isn’t that bad considering how many partners I went through. And after unleashing nearly twenty-two liters of semen without any protection? By most metrics that’s a remarkably low conversion rate.

“No secrets, no judgment, only pleasure.” Read a hanging sign under which a voluptuous woman with long, dark red hair kept moaned in ecstasy while a bull-like man pounded her from behind with his two cocks.

Beatrice felt like judging herself at least a tiny little bit. Though when she took a closer look at the pair beneath the sign, Beatrice’s self-judgment evaporated.

“Yes! Corrupt me!” the redhead moaned with a stupid expression on her face. “Make me your baby breeder. Take me to your lair and make me safe! I want to be bred by a demon! I want to be safe giving birth to demon babies!”

Beatrice was surprised, even though she knew she should not have been. Of course, in this world people would have fantasies like that too. Beatrice only wondered why it didn’t cross her mind sooner.

Beatrice turned her head when she heard a girl moan out, “Oh, I feel so hot, daddy!”

The succubus froze for a second when saw an eerily similar long, dark-red hair and a blood-red dress. It took Beatrice a second to realize that the hair was a wig, and the dress was a cheap imitation of the one she saw princess Mary wear when Beatrice first met her in the palace.

“Did you put something in my drink again?” ‘princess Mary’ asked as she crawled toward a bearded man while she squirmed and pushed out her giant cleavage.

“Of course not!” the bearded man stroked his black beard. He sat on a stool and wore little more than tattered robes and trinkets around his neck. Though who he was meant to represent wasn’t hard to guess.

“Come to papa, I’ll make it all better,” the man grinned and tapped his lap.

There it is! Beatrice shook her head and moved on, looking around at other depravities the S.E.C.R.E.T. District’s Moaning Street had to offer.