New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

“You really got her pregnant?” Ember asked Beatrice once both of them were out of the Wholesome Inn and back on the depraved streets of Klapsus.

“Yes,” Beatrice nodded. “I take it that’s rare in this city? At least that’s what Rafaelia said as she begged to be creampied.”

“Rare, to say the least,” Ember confirmed. “Whether it’s the S.E.C.R.E.T. guild’s machinations, the Purple Capes with their alcohol distributions, or something else, somehow, someone has managed to halt the potential population growth dead in its tracks.

“To think that you managed to bypass it this quickly! We’d need proof that it wasn’t random luck, as there are rumors of a few pregnancies here and there, though few women are rarely seen with bellies, much to the dismay to pregnancy fetishists.”

“Pregnancy fetishists? Like Rafaelia?”

“Kind of, though that’s not the specific kink I was referring to. There are several kinds of them!” Ember said with a cheerful smile. “One of the kinks—the impregnation fetish to be precise—you just witnessed with that fox slut. That fetish has also been spreading recently.

“Many guys get off on the idea of impregnating some random slutty girl, just like the girls get off on playing with the ‘what if’ scenarios. ‘What if this brute gets me pregnant because I’m too horny to say ‘no’? And the knowledge that their fantasies have next to no chance of coming true only adds to their happy-go-lucky, thrill-seeking approach that would have otherwise led to every female within the city getting knocked up within a week.

“But then there are those with the fetish for pregnant women. Lactation, bellies, high on hormones and horny out of their minds soon to be mothers, you name it! And the men and women with those fetishes have been severely deprived of scratching that particular kink itch… Maybe that’s one of the reasons that no sane pregnant woman would go out in the streets. She’d likely end up gangbanged for a whole week without rest!”

“If anything, that makes me wonder why no pregnant woman has done so, judging by the level of insane depravity that’s going on in this city,” Beatrice said.

“True, must be something else then,” Ember agreed. “Either way, a successful pregnancy might just be the first real proof of your otherworldly powers. That is if you could successfully repeat impregnations and prove them. Oh, if true, when Lucarad finds out, he will not shut up about this for as long as he lives!”

“Considering that powers that be are going out of their way to limit the possible pregnancies, I would prefer to wait before proving my growing powers,” Beatrice said.

“Well, even without proof, it is only a matter of time before the soon-to-be mother realized it herself,” Ember said. “Even without previous pregnancy experience.”

“But if what you said before is true, I might need to worry about her safety,” Beatrice said.

“Eventually. Without a direct inspection by a Fertility Magician, she should be safe for at least a month.”

“Fertility magician?”

“Yes,” Ember laughed. “The few of them that are still alive have been a laughing stock ever since the pregnancies abruptly dwindled. All they’re good for now is determining if a woman is pregnant, which they also cannot do, because nobody is pregnant.

“Last I heard, one of the magicians had resigned herself to becoming a cum-dumpster, claiming that her fertility magic works through her pussy before resorting to begging anyone with a half-working dick to cum inside her and make her pregnant so that she can restore the Fertility Magicians to their former glory.”

“I see…” Beatrice looked around for ideas to change the subject and end the awkward silence.

“By the way, what about the old people?” Beatrice asked after looking around and realizing that she rarely saw a single person past fifty. “Do I even want to know?”

“If they can get pregnant?” Ember joked.

“You know what I mean.”

Ember sighed at the poor reception of her joke. “Part of it is that few people in this city have a kink for sex with older men and women. Not when there’s an abundance of young, fresh meat on the market, metaphorically speaking of course.”

“Yes, metaphorically,” Beatrice said, as her stomach turned at her yesterday’s discoveries.

“That, and older people simply don’t have the stamina to keep up with the young ones, so obviously you would see them about less often,” Ember continued as they both walked past half-naked male and female forms, ignoring the couples that blatantly fucked out in the open. “Needless to say, the current conditions would first take their toll on the weak and sickly.”

“It looks to me like the ones in charge have stopped just short of literally executing people to prolong their supplies and whatever this sorry excuse for existence is,” Beatrice said. “Is there an actual plan on how to get out of this desperate situation?”

“Sure, there is—we’re all waiting for the chosen hero!” Ember said with a mocking laugh, not even pretending to be sincere. “The Forge of Champions has been created to find a—you guessed it—a champion! A champion among the pathetic rags that would go out of the city and take on hordes of demons instead of staying here and fucking silly for the rest of his life!

“King Selirius himself is dutifully handing out quests to brave adventurers that are willing to risk their lives for the Kingdom! Whenever he is lucid enough to speak coherently, that is.”

Everyone’s either given up or holding on to the last vestiges of power, Beatrice concluded as she walked past a naked woman that was on her knees, taking a cock up her ass while gleefully catching piss in her mouth from two guys at once.

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