Synopsis: An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, Lots of Depravity, etc.
Huh? Beatrice blinked twice. They’ve made so little progress? I could’ve sworn that fat guy was about to blow his load at least five minutes ago! I was analyzing my stats and reading information tabs all this time, and yet…
Beatrice did not have a watch to look at the time, but she had the next best thing her character’s information in which three of her stats had a clearly defined recovery rate per second. Beatrice popped open her information and checked the one stat that was recovering in points.
Arousal Points 1/30 (+0.01/sec)
That confirms it! Beatrice thought. No matter how the system rounds up the Points to full, no more than three minutes could have possibly passed.
Beatrice could have sworn that she spent a lot of time analyzing her stats and reading the information tabs. But Beatrice’s system information was manifesting inside her mind. Reading through several pages of a book might take minutes, but the thoughts and processes inside a human–or in this case, a Succubus’s–mind operate on another level.
Beatrice had no intention to waste a single moment while she waited for the High Priest to be done with Helen. Better learn as much as I can about myself within the system while I have the time, Beatrice thought. The skills! The class description implied I should have a large variety of them. Most of the cool skills probably come at later levels and might take considerable effort to unlock, but I need to understand what I have to work with right now. Before I get to those Skill Points I was offered for leveling up.
Now, how to get that information? Beatrice wondered and tried imagining in her mind what her skill tab could look like. Skills?
Skill List
Name Craft Rank
Unnatural Beauty Mischief B
Succubus’s Wings Combat F
Succubus’s Thermoregulation Combat E
Succubus’s Tail Eros F
Futanari Succubus’s Dick Eros E
Futanari Succubus’s Semen Eros E
Sharp Claws Combat F
Daze Mischief E
Bingo! Beatrice smiled and proceeded to check her skills one by one.
Skill Name: Unnatural Beauty
Skill Rank: B
Type: Mischief Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: Such is the beauty of a Succubus that few can resist staring at her. Many may find the succubus to be the most beautiful female they have ever laid their eyes on. Great Willpower or B-Rank and higher protective spells are required to remain unaffected by the Succubus’s beauty.
Skill Name: Succubus’s Wings
Rank: F
Type: Combat Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: Tiny wings on Succubus’s back. Hardly anything more than decorative.
Can protect from fall damage by additional 2 feet compared to humans.
Skill Name: Succubus’s Thermoregulation
Rank: E
Type: Combat Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: The Succubus’s body is able to control its body temperature slightly more effectively than a Human. This allows the Succubus to withstand colder and warmer climates for long periods of time before suffering damage or ailments such as frostbite, ultimately making it easier to wear skimpy outfits.
Skill Name: Succubus’s Tail
Rank: F
Type: Eros Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: One of the lesser-known weaknesses of a Succubus. With little protection from damage, the tail is also one of Succubus’s most sensitive erogenous zones. Even grabbing a Succubus’s tail can severely weaken them. The full extent of the debilitating impact depends greatly on the extent of the Succubus’s Arousal.
Wait, what!? Beatrice was shocked at the discovery she made just now. The first thing she did was wrap her tail around her waist to keep her weakness close and out of reach of prying hands. Did Succubi really have such a weakness? Beatrice had to admit that she did not know much about Succubi apart from their mythical great powers and fondness for carnal pleasures. I’ll need to be more careful in the future.
Skill Name: Futanari Succubus’s Dick
Rank: E
Type: Eros Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: Even among the already-rare Succubi, a rarer being still is a Futanari Succubus. Possessing the reproductive organs of both genders, it is the only type of Succubus that can successfully impregnate female Humans.
The five-inch dick of a Succubus might not look like much at first, but what it lacks in length it makes up with its veiny girth, ensuring a ‘tight fit’ in nearly every situation.
A successful climax lowers Arousal by 5 Points.
No cooldown? That’s what Victoria said, Beatrice smiled at her little joke.
Skill Name: Futanari Succubus’s Semen
Rank: E
Type: Eros Craft / Toggle
Cost: –
Cooldown: 60s
Description: The Sperm of a Futanari Succubus cannot impregnate unless the Succubus chooses to do so. Self-impregnation not possible no matter how much a sex-crazed Futanari Succubus may wish to do so.
Upon ejaculation can release up to 50ml of semen at high velocity. The amounts of semen decrease rapidly with each consecutive climax.
Beatrice glanced at the naked Victoria. The succubus had no conscious intention of getting the blonde pregnant, and yet she had mixed feeling about her discovery that Victoria was beyond a doubt “safe”. Obviously, Beatrice would not want to get any woman pregnant unless the woman wished for it. And yet. And yet. What was this fleeting feeling of subtle disappointment? Was it the “male” part of her that had the natural urge to spread its seed? And to know that there was no chance. No risk. Unless she decided to. Only one way or the other with a hundred percent guarantee…
Beatrice tried not to dwell on the thought and checked her remaining skills.
Skill Name: Sharp Claws
Rank: F
Type: Combat Craft / Toggle
Cost: 6 Stamina per minute
Cooldown: 10 seconds
Description: A Succubus can extend its fingernails into sharp, long, deadly claws. Often considered as a sure tell sign of the Succubus preparing for combat, it can also be a feign to scare off any unwanted company.
Once activated, increases the Succubus’s Physical Attack by 25%.
Well, that looks underwhelming, to say the least, Beatrice frowned. And it basically halts my Stamina regeneration. No wonder this skill is ranked as the bottom of the barrel. The “toggle” most likely means that I can activate and deactivate it at will. I’ll have to test it out at some point, but the cooldown is most likely in place to prevent me from activating the skill for a split second during an attack and then toggling it off to conserve Stamina.
Skill Name: Daze
Rank: E
Type: Mischief Craft / Active
Cost: 10 Stamina
Cooldown: 30s
Description: A single-target magic spell to temporarily disorient an opponent. The target will be affected for up to 20 seconds. Maximum cast range 20 feet. The target must be in a clear line of sight. This Skill may be resisted by higher-level enemies.
Beatrice let out a deep sigh. Most of these are atrocious, the succubus concluded when she closed her last skill’s information tab. There is no way I’m going anywhere near a fight with the abilities of this caliber.
Going through her current skills reaffirmed Beatrice’s earlier strategic plan–fucking her way to power. And she had to use her Skill Points accordingly.
_
Alright, I should have some unspent Skill Points, right? Beatrice thought, further analyzing her character’s system. Let me see… “Skill Points”?
Skill Points
Total Skill Points 12
Unused Skill Points 4
Skill Points in Combat Craft 3
Skill Points in Mischief Craft 2
Skill Points in Eros Craft 3
Oh, I received four Skill Points total during the level-ups? Alright, that should give me some options. Now, to see how they work…
Skill Points
Total Skill Points — 12. Unused Skill Points — 4.
Skill Points are used to enhance skills and acquire new skills Requirements must be met to acquire and enhance skills.
Hmm, seems simple enough, Beatrice thought. Now, about those requirements… If I wanted to enhance a skill… Skill enhancement… What would the requirements be for the [Unnatural Beauty] skill?
Skill Enhancement: Unnatural Beauty (+1)
Skill Rank: A
Type: Mischief Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: Such is the beauty of a Succubus that few can resist staring at her. Straight women turn gay for her, Men cannot help themselves but lust for her body, overcome by the desire to impregnate the succubus and have her bear their child.
Great Willpower or A-Rank and higher protective spells are required to remain unaffected by the Succubus’s beauty.
Minimum Requirements:
Character level: 15
Skill Points in Mischief Craft: 15
Skill Points in Eros Craft: 8
Oh, Jesus! Alright, some leveling required for that one. What about new skills? And since my current strategy is to use my Succubus body to its full potential… Sex Craft!
In her mind’s eye, Beatrice navigated through her skill tree, searching for skills she could learn, oblivious to the priest orgy around her. Then she came upon a skill that instantly piqued her interest.
Skill Name: Arousal Pool
Rank: F
Type: Eros Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: Increases Arousal Points cap by 10 Points and additional 2 Points per level.
Minimum Requirements:
Character level: 3
“Sold!” Beatrice said out loud and acquired her first new passive skill. Sure, it would have been wiser to refrain from spending her Skill Points so soon and so impulsively, but Beatrice also learned to appreciate having a clearer head. Like a drowning woman that finally got above the surface to fill her lungs with fresh air, being able to think about other things than sex and having some self-awareness was refreshing. At least for a short moment.
This should help me keep a clearer mind for at least a couple of minutes longer, she thought, and checked her current AP stat.
Arousal Points 3/46 (+0.01/sec)
Still nowhere near optimal, but at least it gives me an hour until I really start losing it, Beatrice thought after doing quick math in her head. It’s going to be a long day…
Hmm, could I just enhance this skill also? Beatrice wondered and inspected the enhancement information of [Arousal Pool].
Skill Enhancement: Arousal Pool (+1)
Rank: E
Type: Eros Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: Increases Arousal Points cap by 20 Points and additional 5 Points per level.
Minimum Requirements:
Character level: 5
Skill Points in Eros Craft: 6
Not just yet, eh? In that case, it might be wise to invest in my main weapon…
Skill Enhancement: Futanari Succubus’s Dick (+1)
Rank: D
Type: Eros Craft / Passive
Cost: –
Cooldown: –
Description: Even among the already-rare Succubi, a rarer being still is a Futanari Succubus. Possessing the reproductive organs of both genders, it is the only type of Succubus that can successfully impregnate female Humans.
The six-inch thick and veiny dick of a Succubus is able to contort its shape to perfectly fit most desired holes. Tight or loose, it fills them all, ensuring a “tight fit” in every situation.
A successful climax lowers Arousal Points by 20% of maximum AP.
Minimum Requirements:
Character level: 2
Skill Points in Eros Craft: 4
Ah, it switched to percentage removal? Must be because of the rapid increase of the Arousal Point cap. And my dick is increased by an additional inch? It’s not like five inches is small or anything, but… For the additional Arousal Point removal, I probably have no choice but to enhance the skill. Yes, for the Points, Beatrice reasoned. Though, in all likelihood even if the enhancement just increased the size by half an inch Beatrice would have still enhanced the skill.
As echoes of moans and screams of pleasure grew louder and louder Beatrice returned from her character management back into reality. She looked around and saw about what could have been expected to take place while she was fiddling with her Skills.
Most of the girls were already covered in cum. A few of them laid on the floor exhausted. Most of the girls–even those that were exhausted beyond the point that they could move or form coherent sentences– were still taken for yet another round by the men that still had the stamina to continue.
The two twins were on their knees, with arched backs, facing each other. Each of the women had one man behind them. They were both probably at least twice the age of the women as they already had plenty of gray hair on their heads and chests. They held the two women’s arms behind their backs and pushed their faces into each other.
The men clearly didn’t care if they kissed or not and simply used them for their pleasure, which the twins seemed to enjoy. The women simply swayed there with their cheeks pressed against each other, tongues rolled out, and eyes rolled back. They moaned and giggled meekly. Their breasts were flopping back and forth while the men took them roughly from behind.
A young woman with short red hair laid not far from them, passed out with a happy smile on her face. Even with the poor lights from torches on the walls, Beatrice could see that the redhead barely had a square inch of skin that wasn’t covered in semen.
The High Priest himself had just finished unloading into Helen’s butt. As soon as he pulled out, the redhead turned around and lunged at his thin, long cock, licking it clean with her tongue.
The orgy was reaching its conclusion.
_
As the sex orgy concluded Beatrice and Lucarad found themselves knowingly looking at each other. Still on the floor, next to Victoria and Priscilla, Beatrice looked directly into the eyes of the High Priest. The High Priest stared right back into the eyes of the naked succubus while he wiped the remaining liquids on his cock against Helen’s face. It was clear to both Lucarad and Beatrice that their sexual desires had been tamed, at least for now, and time had finally come for open communication.
Beatrice stood up from the floor. For the first time, she was fully conscious of her nakedness and not as dismissive of it as before. Especially when Beatrice found more and more dazed eyes looking straight right at her. Men and women alike looked at their Savior in wonder. Many of them were still recovering from the unrestrained, primal sex, and some were still basking in the afterglow of their orgasm.
“Wonderful! Simply wonderful! Our Saviors body is second to none!” The high priest was the first to speak. He spoke loudly and passionately, barely restraining his voice from shouting. Victoria, Priscilla, please tell us of your experience with the Savior!”
“Ah!” Victoria gasped and looked around. All eyes were now on her. She seemed uncomfortable with such attention. The blonde pulled her legs closer and tighter, and meekly covered her nipples with one arm. She looked lost at what to say. Victoria looked at the succubus that took her from behind not long ago, and stuttered, “I-I… It was…”
Why is she so ashamed now? Beatrice wondered. Is this not a normal occurrence among these priests? Was she simply lost in the moment with Priscilla? Did she not expect the High Priests question? Beatrice couldn’t deny that she too was interested in hearing a review on her own performance.
“Speechless I see,” The High Priest put words into Victoria’s mouth. “I understand. We can only imagine how hard it is to compose yourself after experiencing what you did. And with the image of a perfect being still right here, before your very eyes. The memory of her inside you still fresh, forever burned into your mind… I understand. Though concealing even an inch of that smooth, immaculate skin is a crime against all humanity, it seems we have no other choice.
We must gift our lady Beatrice new clothing and dress ourselves, lest we risk losing our minds from staring at her most seductive parts for too long! Cindy, Mindy, what are you waiting for!? Bring our gifts to the Savior!”
While the High Priest and most of his followers put their robes back on, two buck naked voluptuous brunettes grabbed one small package each, wrapped in fine red cloth, and rushed to Beatrice, holding the packages in front of them. The succubus recognized the twins that were scissoring each other earlier before they got passed around like cheap whores during their lust-induced stupor. But it did not escape Beatrice’s attention that as one of the twins ran, a little bit of white liquid rolled down her cheek to the corner of her lips. The woman licked it off before she reached the succubus.
When Cindy and Mindy stopped a few feet before Beatrice they bowed before the succubus and held up the packages like humble gifts from commoners to a queen.
“Behold, Lady Beatrice,” Lucarad spoke again, pointing to the twins. “Humble gifts from our small congregation!”
The packages or the twins? Beatrice wondered half-jokingly. Considering her experience with Victoria and Priscilla, the succubus couldn’t be certain, but she decided not to ask and simply took the first package and opened it. Inside Beatrice found two pieces of light-blue lingerie.
Beatrice held it up and wondered exactly how much was it supposed to cover. The lace bra and panties–though undoubtedly pretty–were barely a step above a string bikini set. Then again, ever since Beatrice got off that stone altar, she didn’t feel particularly cold either. No doubt thanks to that [Succubus’s Thermoregulation] skill, she thought. Well, it is pretty, and I should wear at least something. I can always get something else later.
With that reasoning and slight curiosity about what could be in the second package, Beatrice put on her new panties. This won’t hide my penis at all, Beatrice thought when the fabric pressed her flaccid penis against her body. If anything, it accentuated her penis, and anyone not completely distracted by her giant breasts would notice it immediately.
With the bra, she had to fumble more than she would have liked to. In hindsight, it wasn’t surprising, and Beatrice should have expected it since she never wore a bra in her previous life. But the priests had no way of knowing that, and Beatrice grew increasingly embarrassed as she awkwardly tried to hook the bra together behind her back.
Each passing second seemed like an hour, Beatrice started to sweat. How hard can it possibly be? Beatrice cursed at herself. Why am I fucking up something so simple so hard?
Even the High Priest’s wide grin noticeably wavered for a moment as he watched Beatrice grunt and struggle. Finally, with a deep sigh of relief, Beatrice succeeded. She half-expected some achievement to appear, like “Putting on your first bra”, but thankfully Beatrice was spared the fate of a jab from a sarcastic system.
To move on as quickly as possible, Beatrice opened a second package and saw inside only a thin dark-red choker. Though Beatrice took the gift, she raised an eyebrow, wondering the purpose of this item.
“A rare and valuable item,” Lucarad explained. “Enchanted with the blood of a Phyx, when worn this choker can rapidly heal and close up cut veins and arteries in the body, essentially all but completely preventing its wearer from bleeding out.”
Sounds impressive, hope I’ll never need it, Beatrice thought as she put the choker around her neck. I wonder if there’s a way to check this item for additional stats? There is an RPG-like system, after all. So… Inspect? Appraise? Analyze?
An information tab did appear in Beatrice’s mind’s eye. But not due to a specific word. Beatrice was slowly learning that interacting with her system was more like eating or walking, rather than pressing a button on a keyboard. No one thinks of each finger they carefully put around a spoon before bringing it to their mouth, they just start eating after an inner, nameless command that doesn’t take even a fraction of a second.
Item: Choker of a Phyx
Item Class: Rare
Health Points: +10
Physical Defense: +3
Magic Defense: +6
Effects: Bleed resistance +80%
Not bad at all. In that case, what about my lingerie? Beatrice wondered.
Item: Pretty Lace Bra
Item Class: Uncommon
Health Points: +5
Physical Defense: +1
Magic Defense: +1
Effects: Persuasive Set (2/2) – Persuasion +15%
Item: Pretty Lace Panties
Item Class: Uncommon
Health Points: +5
Physical Defense: +1
Magic Defense: +1
Effects: Persuasive Set (2/2) – Persuasion +15%
… Is persuasion like some hidden stat or skill check? Beatrice couldn’t help but feel that she was being messed with, though she had no proof.
“T-thank you for the gifts!” Beatrice said, realizing that she barely said a word the entire time she’s been here.
“We are the ones who are grateful for your arrival,” Lucarad said and lowered his head in a bow. “The world is in peril! It is all but destroyed by monsters and demons from Beyond! And only you can save what is left!”
“Huh?” Beatrice let out as her mouth dropped half-open.
_
An awkward pause hung heavily in the dimly lit room.
“My Lady,” the High Priest finally spoke. “How much do you know about the state of this world?”
“I… Well, you see,” Beatrice tried to come up with some half-believable excuse as fast as possible. “The summoning has messed with my memories it seems! It’s as if I am in this world for the very first time.”
“What!?” Lucarad exclaimed. He then paced back and forth, mumbling to himself, “How can this be? A savior was promised. A savior has arrived. But yet the savior has no idea what needs to be done? Was I wrong–no, that is impossible! Ah, her powers! Victoria!”
Lucarad shouted and pointed at the blonde that was now dressed and remained close by Priscilla’s side.
“Victoria, you never answered my question!” Lucarad accused his priestess. “How did it feel to have the savior inside you!? What was the experience like!?”
“Ah, well,” Victoria stalled and looked away. It was obvious she had hoped that everyone would forget about her. “It felt really great! More than that! It was…”
“Amazing!” Priscilla added.
“Who asked you?” Lucarad glared at the petite blue-haired twin-tail girl.
Lucarad pulled a misshapen skull out of his robes and walked toward Victoria. He put it up close to her face and stood motionless for several seconds.
“Still there,” he said somberly. He quickly put the skull away and said loudly, “We must hurry to the king at once!”
Lucarad walked up to Beatrice, bowed slightly, and said, “My Lady, please follow me! I will explain further on the way there.”
“Alright,” Beatrice agreed. It’s not like I have that many options. And I need to find out what exactly is the deal with this place.
“Ember!” Lucarad called. A young woman with short red hair rushed to the High Priest. She was dressed in the same blue robes that everyone else, but Beatrice remembered her cute, freckle-covered face and the mouth that she used to service the priests’ cocks not even twenty minutes ago.
“Follow us!” Lucarad commanded the girl. “Cindy, Mindy, watch over Victoria! Notify me immediately if there are any changes! The rest of you clean up and return to the Tower of Meditation!”
Then Lucarad hurried to the only door in the oval room and opened it. With a long, annoying squeak the door opened. Ember and Beatrice followed the High Priest out of the room.
“Light of the dying Phoenix,” Ember whispered, and a small flame formed in the palm of her hands, lighting the path forward.
The path took the trio through the dark and narrow stone corridors. The ceiling was so low that the high priest had to slouch all the way to a winding staircase up. The air was noticeably fresher here and Beatrice took a deep breath.
“Yes,” Lucarad said as they ascended the stairs. “The Chamber of Sacrifice has ventilation shafts built that bring fresh air from the outside. But in these tunnels, many of those shafts have collapsed. We are deep under the Royal Palace.
We had to perform the ritual in secret because there are many who are fine with the way things are now. Others simply refused to believe and–well, it doesn’t matter now. We will stand before the king and will present the Savior of this world.”
“You keep calling me “the Savior”, but what do you expect me to do?” Beatrice asked.
“The demons from Beyond are terrifyingly strong in their own right,” Lucarad said. “But what is truly deadly about them is that many possess the ability to corrupt even the strongest and most resilient of our warriors! They are able to unleash, what I call ‘the Taint’. It robs our warriors of their strength, their will to fight, their will to resist.”
The trio ascended to the next level of the dark tunnels and proceeded forward. The corridors, twisting and turning, steadily led them upward while Lucarad continued his explanation.
“The scrolls have foretold that a mighty hero will come to this world. That hero would possess the power to resist even the most terrifying powers of the demons from Beyond. The Savior’s fluids could combat the effects of the Demon fluids. Though the scrolls were not clear on how much fluids would be needed and how long before the effects would take place. ”
“They also were not clear on exactly which of the Savior’s fluids would possess the cure,” Ember added.
“True, the scrolls were not clear on a lot of things,” Lucarad nodded. “That is one of the reasons Ember will be staying with you, My Lady.”
“It is a great honor,” Ember said.
“As well as being an exceptionally skilled bodyguard she is also skilled in many other areas,” Lucarad said. “It is her duty to always be by your side to satisfy your every need. I would also humbly ask you to consider experimenting on her!”
“What?” Beatrice asked, shocked at the proposition.
Ember looked back and explained, “If you used me to test the limits of your abilities, perhaps you could discover some hidden powers within you. We may need to explore… More unconventional techniques.”
“I-I see,” Beatrice said, trying to keep track of all the strange directions her knowledge of this world expanded to.
_
Beatrice did not know what else to answer to Ember’s proposition. A cute young woman, no older than twenty, encouraging to use her in any manner of “unconventional” ways?
But they are expecting me to perform, Beatrice thought. She opened up her skill list and quickly read through their descriptions again, while they continued through the dreary underground. Her skills had potential but required much investment. I’ll have to go through their enhancement routes one by one and figure out the optimal enhancement route.
But I can’t continue disappointing this cult. This High Priest seems loyal, but if continue to be way below his expectations that could change, and suddenly. If there’s one thing this Priest isn’t, it’s a level-headed individual, Beatrice concluded looking at Lucarad’s back.
Then again, I might be overthinking it. So far this world has been doing nothing else but showering me with willing girls, literally worshiping my name, gifts, praise, convenient developments, and promises of a heroic future. If this was a dream it would seem too good to be true.
A minimal effort of careful consideration never hurt anyone, Beatrice thought. In times like these, overconfidence is the proper stance. I will have to do what I have to do anyway, so being confident will just give me extra respect points without changing the actions I have to take later. Failure is never an option anyway, and even at failure, early confidence could help me bluff, while meekness would only cement my fault.
“You don’t have to worry!” Beatrice said with conviction. “It is only a matter of time before I regain the full extent of my powers. And if Ember is willing to assist, I will gladly accept her aid to speed up that process!”
“Exactly!” The priest agreed. “You need to grow stronger, and I have no doubt you will! Your vigor is already impressive and I sense there are many other areas in which you will not only improve but surpass any living being!”
They exited the winding paths and narrow corridors and through a hidden door in the wall entered a darker, but decorated hall. It had wide red rugs on the floor, though dirty and showing signs of age. The pictures on the walls with intricately cut wooden frames, painted in gold were dusty, Beatrice saw several cobwebs and even one spider that was the size of her glans.
As they walked through the halls, turned one sharp corner, then another, the lighting improved, but little else. The dusty halls were strangely empty. Beatrice noticed that the dusty iron chandeliers were spread unevenly, she even saw the holes in the ceiling, confirming her suspicion that many were removed. The same could be said for other things. The lonely empty tables, empty spaces on the walls… Did this place get robbed or something? Beatrice couldn’t help but imagine what these halls might have looked like in better times.
After turning yet another corner they finally encountered people. Two young men, shirtless, passed out on the floor. The droll that trickled from the corner of their mouths formed a small puddle under their cheeks.
Lucarad and Ember didn’t even acknowledge their existence by looking at them and just walked straight past the unconscious men.
“Are they alright?” Beatrice asked. “Shouldn’t we help them?”
“We have more important things to do,” Lucarad said coldly. “They’ve made their choice. Let them sleep it off.”
Further ahead the trio encountered a small group of people, all men, quietly talking among themselves. They looked like they were somewhere between thirty and fifty years old. Their clothing reminded Beatrice of medieval noblemen. Long costumes with long sleeves, tailored cloth leggings. All in a variety of colors–blue, red, green, and brown. No unifying scheme.
When the men saw the approaching trio, they first all fixed their eyes on Lucarad first. One of the men was about to say something, but then his gaze fell on Beatrice, as did the others. All of them stood speechless, eyeing the succubus from top to bottom. Her long legs, her tail that was wrapped around her waist, her breasts, covered by a thin lace bra, her tiny wings on her back. It didn’t take long for their stares to settle on the futanari’s crotch.
“L-luca, is that–” one of the men finally spoke up.
“What is she?” the other man asked.
“Exactly what you suspect!” Lucarad said loudly, with a smug grin.
“No way,” a third man gasped.
Lucarad, Ember, and Beatrice continued past them.
Once Beatrice was sure they couldn’t hear her, she whispered to Lucarad, “They didn’t seem to react like I was their savior.”
“Yes, well, they’re idiots,” Lucarad disregarded the intelligence of anyone who disagreed with him.
“Will everyone at the palace react to me this way?” Beatrice asked. “What about the king?”
Lucarad stopped. They were standing at the twenty feet tall double doors. They were white with a golden frame and handles. On each of the doors, there was a golden sigil–a sword put through the head of a monster.
“As I’ve set before, our congregation is small,” Lucarad spoke softly. “I hope to gain additional financial support from the king. But that goal is only optional. Every single person–both in the palace and in the entire city–has a badge on them,” Lucarad said and got out a small rectangular golden badge. “That is how everyone tells each other apart from potential refugees or enemies that might attempt to sneak in. And that is the only thing we need from the king–your ability to move freely through the city. And the king will be easy to convince. I will speak first.”
And with those words, Lucarad pushed the doors open.