Chapter 30: Futa Succubus! Revealing the Wicked Truth

Saffron Homewood

Chipmunk and I jumped at Vixen from the pine tree we lurked in to the oak tree she stood in, overlooking the attack.

She had led this attack, nearly wiping out the harem as my twin sister enjoyed her romp with the unicorns. It was such a cowardly thing to do. To hit us like this. I hated that slut-whore-bitch-cunt-twatwaffle-succubus so much. She had put the magic whammy on me.

Tried to turn me against my twin.

But I had turned Surexila against her. I turned that futa-assassin into my pet. Chipmunk was her new name, and the midnight-skinned dark elf lived up to it as she jumped with me. A shadowy dagger appeared in her hand. She threw it as we flew through the air.

I ripped the bronzewood dagger I had clenched from my teeth out and prepared to stab that skank. Vixen’s head whipped around to face us. Her blood-red hair flowed like a glossy mane behind her. Black horns thrust through the strands. Her demonic wings unfurled in an eye blink. She flapped and lifted up into the air. The dagger buried into the tree, quivering.

“Fuck!” I snarled as I landed where that slutmuffin had stood. I glanced up and didn’t see her. “Where did she go?”

“The shadows,” said Chipmunk.

“My, my, aren’t we such a weak-willed little trollop,” Vixen purred. Her voice came from everywhere. Below, the futa-teachers were throwing spells at the harem oblivious to us. “I can’t believe you’d rather be her pet than serve the Demon Lord, Surexila.”

“I never served the Demon Lord!” Chipmunk spat. “I was hired by her. I serve Mistress Saffron. She has collared me. Chained me. Broken me with pain and pleasure, denial and release. I am her knife now. And she wants you dead.”

“Oh, should I be quaking because some half-rate assassin who couldn’t kill a high school girl from another world is after me?” Vixen burst into laughter. “Oh, Chipmunk, do you even know how pathetic that makes you.”

“I know!” moaned my pet. My eyes scanned the shadows. Vixen’s attack would come from somewhere. “I am a lowly thing, unworthy to lick her feet let alone to take her dick in my mouth after she has fucked her twin sister in the mouth.”

I smiled in pride at her.

“And you think that makes you good enough to take me on?” Vixen asked. She was behind us.

I whirled around and slashed at ... Nothing. I cut off some oak leaves. Where had this bitch gone?

“I want you to murder her,” I hissed. “You hear me, Chipmunk. You’re a badass assassin. She’s a bimbo! Take her out!”

“Mistress,” Chipmunk moaned and leaped into the tree. She scrambled up into the branches and vanished into the shadows herself.

I stood on the wide branch, my head twisting around. My futa-cock twitched in my pussy. Vixen had to be around here somewhere. I opened up my keen senses. I listened for every minute sound. Above, branches rustled. A knife struck the tree. Chipmunk fought something.

But was Vixen slipping down now? Was she trying to evade? The branch twitched ever so slightly A wieght had stepped on it.

I whirled around. Vixen stood there, her red eyes opening in shock, her gravity-defying tits heaving. I plunged my dagger between both of them. I felt the blood spurting hot. I wrenched it free, triumph bursting from my lips.

And dying.

“M-Mistress?”

The image of Vixen melted like shadowy water dumped over the form of Chipmunk. My sex slave stood there. She reached out to me, her eyes wide in shock. Then she fell from the tree and crashed thirty feet to the floor, landing with a bone-crunching snap.

I froze, staring down in horror at Chipmunk. “I ... I...”

“Killed her?” Vixen purred and rammed her girl-cock to the hilt in my asshole, her arms grabbing me from behind. Her boobs pressed on me as her lips nibbled on her ear. “I think you did. My, my, Ammuch is so pleased with you. And Raatak. Oh, she’s thrilled that you’re one of theirs, Saffron. Remember who you serve. Who you worship.”

Magic flooded into me. My bowels clenched down on that big dick in me. Vixen was my Goddess.

I loved her more than anything.

Kalirisia

I lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. To react. I couldn’t do anything. I was utterly frozen by the magic that gripped me. Fear pounded in my veins. I couldn’t so much as wiggle my ears. The mage would be coming for me next.

She would do something awful to me.

I heard her rushing over. The swish of her demonsilk robe around her body. She appeared over me, stepping around the tree. She had black hair that blended in with the terrible garment draping her body. She stared down at me with eyes brimming with fear.

“You’re one of the Dark One’s spawn!” she hissed. “You’ll never hurt me. You’ll never kill me or Lady Ella! We will protect her! She’s the Goddess that shall save this world.”

She pointed her finger at me. “Jaag Eeahir!”

A bolt of lightning fired at me. It seemed to travel so slowly towards my body. I would die. None of the priestesses would reach me in time. It crackled towards me, so bright my eyes hurt to stare at it. Only something silvery shot over me. Something that glittered with stairs, like the Milky Road in the heavens brought to life.

The spell fizzled.

“What?” gasped the teacher.

“Sorry, Mrs. Bean,” said a voice. “I can’t let you hurt my elf even if it means failing your class.”

Lady Virginia had come to my rescue!

Virginia Homewood

I was as shocked as Mrs. Bean. My English teacher stared at her fizzled spell. My stream of enchanted cum had disrupted it. I don’t know how. I just ... knew. I had to release a burst of cum, so I did. It just exploded out of me on command.

“The Dark One!” screeched Mrs. Bean. She recoiled from me. “Stay back, demonspawn!”

“Hey! My mother never fucked a demon!” I gasped. “My father’s not that bad, either!”

She pointed a finger. “Eenahsor Enaalid!”

A beam of light shot at me. My hand aimed my cock by instinct. A burst of pleasure erupted from my dick. The orgasmic delight, a single pulse of bliss, shot through my body as my cum arched up into the air and splattered against the ray she fired at me.

The air steamed with the cum boiling away. Little motes, like stars, shimmered in the air. I smiled at her, loving the shock on her face as I finally had a power that could do something. This was wonderful.

“T-That’s impossible,” gasped Mrs. Bean. She took another step back. She didn’t wear her wedding ring any longer. Her robe shimmered around her, but it was so evil.

Darkness bled off it. Imbued with the power of Ammuch, Goddess of the Kiss, it had poisoned and twisted my English teacher’s mind. It had driven her mad. I couldn’t have that. I had to save her. I had to save everyone.

Even Ella. I would not kill her like Chipmunk intimated I must. Those fears whispered through me that Ella would die at my hands, but I wouldn’t let that happen. I had to save her. So I had to save Mrs. Bean. She was the start.

“Gaa Enaalid!” screamed the teacher.

My cum fired from my cock and snuffed out the ball of fire flying at me.

“Arehdna Enaalid!”

Darkness rushed at me. My futa-dick pulsed in my hand. My sliver cum swallowed the shadows, banishing them like a bright light had been shone. I advanced on her, my head cock to the side. She had to see this wouldn’t work.

“Jaag Ahkohd!” she screamed.

Nothing flew at me. My entire body seized up. Her magic held me. I knew this spell. I had it cast on me by this very woman back in the college. She had left me like that as she hurried off to get help. Now she had me again unless.

I exploded with orgasmic delight.

I was such a horny futa, so driven to cum, I could climax at will now. My horniness used to pull me into the other world to get satisfaction. I pumped it into my twin sister and my friends, giving them all that stamina and the ability to pass on their cocks to others. My powers were rooted in my need for satisfaction.

My pussy convulsed. My futa-dick sprayed cum that slammed into the invisible force around me. As the waves of bliss washed through my body and jolts of ecstasy fired through my flesh, I broke the spell holding me immobilized.

“Yes!” I gasped, free of the paralyzing spell.

Mrs. Bean’s jaw dropped. She whimpered in fear. She trembled, head shaking. Her gaze darted around. Then she pointed at the ground. “Imoohb Rehpareh!”

From the ground before me, thrust a wall of rocks. Dirt spilled from the top. A tree groaned, roots ripped apart by the violent attack. It was an affront against nature itself. I shook my head and stroked up my cock once.

Silvery cum erupted from my cock. I groaned out my bliss, my toes curling into the soil at my feet. The jizz splashed across the stones. A mighty crack resounded. The wall split in two and fell apart as I marched forward.

Mrs. Bean screamed in fright.

I stroked my cock again and erupted. My cum splashed over her face. The wash of silvery cum on her features swept up to her hairline. I drenched her in a mask of cum. I spilled onto the robe she wore and it sizzled like it was acid. The fabric melted wherever my cum touched. I aimed lower, splashing her boobs.

The cloth melted from my jizz splashing on her and exposed her breasts. Those big and round and lush breasts quivered out. They swayed there, jiggling before her. She gasped, stepping back again. The cum ran thick over her boobs. It was quite the sight to see.

I smiled at it as my cum ran over her breasts. I fired more and more jizz that splashed onto her nipples. Rivulets of cum melted through her robes as they ran down her tits to her stomach. She scrubbed at her face to get it off.

“The Dark One!” she screeched and charged off into the woods.

The others didn’t hear her. They were intent on throwing spells at my futa-mages. I had to put a stop to this. I marched forward, my body buzzing with orgasmic delight. My pussy dripped juices that ran down my thighs. Hot rivulets that made me shiver.

I smiled in anticipation as I unloaded more and more cum. It sprayed from my girl-cock and struck Ms. Jérôme next, splashing all over her sexy body. She turned to face me and screamed as the cum splattered her in the mouth. She gurgled on my sparkly cum.

“Oh, Ms. Jérôme,” I moaned. “Ooh, I’ve wanted to do that to you.”

She stumbled away.

My cock kept spurting, splashing Ms. Bisset. Her robe dissolved off her lush body. The words tumbling from her lips faltered. She screamed in panic. It was so delicious to do. I couldn’t stop them from running, but I would disrupt them.

Protect my futa-mages.

Brígida Vasquez

I frowned. The number of spells flying out of the woods diminished. We were barely keeping up with the counterspells, and now I didn’t have to keep shouting out orders. I heard screams bursting from the trees. What was going on in there?

A fireball flashed through the trees, streaking towards...

Virginia. She disrupted the spell somehow. She made it wink out as she kept advancing. Something silvery erupted from her that took out a lightning bolt. She struck a teacher with it. The woman screamed like she had acid thrown on her face.

“What is she doing?” Frederica asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But she’s bought us some time, mamacita. We can go help the cheerleaders out. They’re fighting hard. Virginia has the mages. Look at them.”

The spells were flying at her, but she was just taking them out with that silver liquid. It was almost like she was cumming over and over again. That made no sense, but this was a perverted Isekai. This was beyond something like How Not to Summon a Demon Lord. This wasn’t just sexual activities thinly disguised as other things.

This was pure hentai. Magical cum made sense.

“Okay, let’s hit the volleyball team with Blind,” I cried and rushed in that direction.

The fight was fierce. The wildness of the volleyball team, fed by their bloodiron armor and weapons, was edging out against the futa-cheerleaders. Blood spilled down their thighs and arms. They were all wounded while the other side didn’t seem to care if they were hurt.

“Eenahsor Rehpareh!” I cried. My women shouted behind me.

Our magic slammed into the volleyball team. They all reeled back, stumbling. Suddenly, their incredibly skilled hits were missing. The cheerleaders slammed attacks that drove them back. The enemy shouted as confusion fell on them.

Then they broke. They ran for the woods without looking where they were going. One tripped and fell. The cheerleaders just panted. They didn’t give chase. Ocean collapsed, clutching her thigh. Already, the priestesses were moving in among them to heal them.

“Where’s Lada?” I asked.

Lada Volkov

I clapped my hands together and caught Akane’s sword.

The rusting monster gasped in shock, her voice booming hollow behind that suit of bloodiron she wore. It fit her like a glove. Her body covered in it, driving her mad with bloodlust. She snarled behind her helmet as she struggled against me.

“I know, right?” I said, grinning at her. “I fucking caught it.”

I kicked her in the pussy.

I punted that armored cunt.

She flipped over me and landed in a roll. I kipped up like a ninja and whirled around to find her sword slashing down at me. I flowed into her and caught her arm. I didn’t think. I just let my body act. I knew how to fight.

Akane had more strength, so I had to use it against her. The momentum of her swing made it so easy to redirect it into a flip, leveraging her over my hip. She slammed into the ground with a hard thud.

She kicked out her feet and caught me in the stomach.

I flew back a dozen feet. I hit on my back and rolled over. I ended up on my feet, coughing. Before I could even recover, she lunged at me, her sword thrust for my breast, a living missile. My blood roared through my veins.

I pivoted at the last second. The blade scraped the edge of my bronzewood breastplate. I grabbed her arm and swung her, turning her forward force into angular momentum. I threw her to my right. She sailed into a tree at the edge of the unicorn forest and crashed into it. Her back should have snapped. She screamed in pain and bounced off.

She hit the ground and roared like a wild beast. Crimson mist burst from beneath her mask. I fell into a fighting stance, waiting for her attack. A bead of sweat ran down my brow as I waited for that perfect moment to act. Slow breaths, my heart beat decreasing as a calm fell on me.

Akane snarled like a tigress and threw herself at me.

I fell backward. As she sailed over me, I planted my feet into her stomach, bending my knees. I hit the ground on my back and slapped my arms into the ground. I extended my legs, my entire body, and shot her up into the air. I stood there on my shoulders, neck bent. My skirt fluttered down, exposing my futa-cock and pussy.

She flew up in the air. I rolled over and watched the arc she fell and moved into position.

I slammed my foot into her just as she hit the ground. I threw her back into another tree. The trunk groaned. The branch shivered. She fell off and landed on her belly.

I raced to her as she pounded her fist on the ground. I grabbed her head. The helmet that clung to her. I grabbed it and pulled. I had to get this off her. I had to save her. She used to be such a nice girl. This wasn’t her.

“YOOOOU BITCH!” she snarled.

“COME ON!” I roared, fighting to get off the helmet. Would I be in time?

Saffron Homewood

I gasped as the lust flooded my body. That cock throbbed in my asshole. My own dick pulsed in my pussy. Hands squeezed me. The desire to worship Vixen flooded through me. I poured into the cracks in my soul ripped open by killing Chipmunk.

I killed my pet.

I stabbed my dagger right into her heart then knocked her off the tree. I betrayed her. Me. I was her Mistress. I was supposed to take care of her. She was my pet. Now she was dead, and it was all my fault. I stared down at her body as Vixen grabbed my nipples and rolled them.

She licked my ear. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter. Wetter. I closed my eyes shut. How could I have made such a mistake? Why would Chipmunk have even dropped behind me like that? Was she going to betray me?

Had I been wrong about her all this time?

Who could I trust? Virginia had vanished into the unicorn forest. She left us behind to get slaughtered. To pay the ultimate price. Left me alone when I needed her to protect me. Now poor Chipmunk was dead. Why was I even doing this?

Why was I even risking my life?

For what? Was it worth this pain? I didn’t need pain. I just needed ... desire. The desire to worship Vixen. My Goddess. I had knelt before her once. I didn’t have to think then. Didn’t have to feel. I just had to act. To be her instrument.

If only Chipmunk hadn’t dropped down behind me. If only she hadn’t...

Looked like Vixen.

“You fucking bitch!” I screamed. “Not fucking again!”

I elbowed Vixen in the face. She stumbled back, her cock ripping out of my asshole. She gasped, her shouts echoing with the panic shrieks below. Vixen hit the tree and clutched at her eye, fury burning in the other.

Below, the image of Chipmunk’s dead body melted into shadows.

“You’re not sinking your dumb passion into me again. I am not falling for that dumb crap!” I thrust my dagger for her breasts.

She grabbed my hand and twisted my arm up so my own dagger plunged for my throat. I fought to stop the thrust, but she was so strong. She brought the blade closer and closer to my throat, her eyes burning with rage, the left one growing puffy.

“You dare hit your goddess?” she hissed, her futa-cock twitching before her. “I will bathe in your blood. You will suffer for doing something as uncouth as making me fight you. I will not stand for that. I will rip you apart.”

She thrust the knife closer and closer to my throat, her cock twitching with anticipation of the violence. She had done something to my Chipmunk. My pet was up in the tree somewhere. Hurt, maybe. Confused. Bamboozled.

“BITCH!” I screamed and grabbed her cock with my left hand.

I squeezed.

Her eyes bulged as I crushed her cock. Her grip on my wrist slipped. I wrenched my arm free then kicked the whore right in the pussy. I slammed my foot into her cunt. She screamed in pain. Stumbled, then slipped. She fell to the ground, her wings slapping open to break her fall. She landed on her hands and knees, howling in fury.

She lifted her gaze up as Mrs. Bagley ran by, her black rob dissolving off her body.

“You are going to howl!” Vixen shouted. “What that pit fiend would have done to you is nothing Saffron! NOTHING!”

The shadows around me writhed and pulsed. They lashed out at me. Grabbed me. I screamed as they yanked my arms and legs out, stretching my limbs. Bound spread eagle, I howled as she stretched my joints. The balls of my arms and legs ground in the sockets of my shoulders and pelvis. Sweat broke out on my forehead.

She laughed with such maniacal glee.

Lada Volkov

I wrenched at the helmet that covered Akane’s head like a second skin. She howled in pain. Something tore. The helm ripped free. I gasped at the horror of her face torn by barbs. Something black and evil oozed from the puckered tears.

The helm had penetrated her flesh. She convulsed beneath me, screaming. Her eyes rolled back in her head. I gasped and grabbed at her chest. I pried at the metal covering her. More skin tore. I wrenched it off and almost vomited.

The armor had buried spikes into her entire body. The metal had violated her. Tears sprang to my eyes. She writhed in pain as more of that foul sludge spilled from her. I didn’t know what to do. I trembled there, my body shuddering with emotion.

Should I put her out of her misery?

“AAAAAIIIIIIAAAAHHHH!” she screamed, nothing coherent coming out of her. She spasmed on her back.

“Akane,” I croaked. My tears fell on her face.

They smoked. I gaped at that, my stomach churning as I watched part of her face blacken where they fell. What had happened to this poor thing. I looked around. I was far from the battle. The mages were all helping my girls. Willow had emerged and hugged the tree that had fought for Virginia.

A heavily pregnant Aria waddled in my direction. She clutched at her belly, her beaded braids swaying, each one full of color. Hope surged through me. I stood up, the bands of my bronzewood skirt rustled about my thighs.

“She’s dying, Aria,” I said. “You have helped her.”

She nodded, her eyes full of such love. She reached me and stared down at the poor girl. “I can save her. She is greatly cursed. The bloodiron has stolen her life from her and replaced it with evil, but ... I have the cure.”

“What?” I asked as Aria cupped her heavy breasts. She squeezed them like they were cow’s udders.

Milk beaded the tips of her nubs. The milk ran over them.

Aria Dennell

Akane screamed in such pain as I drew on the blessing of Natsi, Goddess of the Breast and Healing. I closed my eyes for a moment, centering myself. I was so close to bearing Lady Virginia’s baby. My milk had come in. This was a powerful moment for healing.