New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

“GHEKH—” Beatrice gagged as blood spewed out of her mouth.

The sudden overwhelming pain was indescribable. The first numbing blast across her body from forced, violent acquaintance with the ground did not even compare to what felt like her inner organs getting squashed like tomatoes. Beatrice remembered the monster’s war hammer and felt its flat head continue to press hard against her delicate back after a crushing blow.

Beatrice did not know what getting run over by a truck would feel like, but she could now imagine vividly how it could feel like. She could not think straight and felt as slow as a toddler, mentally and physically. To say that every inch of her body hurt as if she was used as a cheap punching back for a week straight would be an understatement.

Beatrice recalled system notifications flashing through her mind as she took major damage. And the second she thought of that, her system information brought up a small tab to confirm the current condition of her Health Points.

Health Points

155/500 (+0.88/sec)

And as Beatrice reeled from the aftershock, there was no doubt in her mind: had it not been for her strange system and the enhanced stats and powers that she got in this world, such a blow would have turned all her organs into much and killed her outright.

Meanwhile, the creature grabbed Beatrice by the leg and lifted her up for the second time, out of the small crater that was formed by the succubus’s body.

“Good job Peter! That’s the man I married!” the anglerfish-like Wendy-head cheered on the square-jawed, orcish Peter-head. “Now rip her puny little arms and legs out of her body, one by one!”

“Not just yet,” a sinister grin formed on Peter’s monstrous face, showing off even more of his long sharp teeth.

“Is it just me, or are you both getting uglier by the second?” Beatrice just said the first thing that came to her battered mind, stalling for time.

Whop!

“Ghah!” more blood and spit escaped Beatrice’s mouth after taking an unpleasant hit from the monster’s elbow against her bruised, unprotected belly.

-30 HP

“Careful, Wendy! We don’t want to kill just her yet!” Peter’s head warned his wife, confirming that it was Wendy that was behind this small outburst.

“I know, babe! Not until she’s suffered! But I just couldn’t listen to her insult you!” Wendy explained. “Besides, I did not put even a tenth of my strength into it! Now, back to the limb ripping!”

“Wait! I resolved to rid the world of this evil abomination, and I intend to keep it,” Peter said. “But first, this monstrous, panty-flashing bimbo must pay for all she has done!”

“I’m the monster?” Beatrice asked and lifted up her skirt to cover up her exposed panties before the crowds could take a closer look at her “goods” on the big screen up above, which currently was filled with the two-headed behemoth’s giant body.

“You think I could forget your insults!? Your confessions!?” Peter ground his teeth. “Mutilating women by transforming their natural organs into mutated phallic objects!”

“What do you have against phallic objects?” Beatrice asked. Every second counted as her regeneration ticked her Health Points up.

“Oh! Nothing!” Peter said with a calmer voice, but far more menacingly, as his predatory grin returned. “In fact, how about I introduce you to one?”

The only piece of clothing the creature had was a torn fur coat, tied around its nether regions. Holding Beatrice with one hand, regenerating the tentacles in another, the creature moved its third hand to undo its clothing and reveal to the world what it had between its legs: a giant, thick, twenty-inch-long purple cock.

“Oh my, now that is a fine specimen!” Thelicia chuckled as the giant sphere zoomed in on the creature’s meat and enhanced the image. “But let’s not dwell on the image for too long, less we make our average male audience member too self-conscious!”

“Are these the types of cocks you gift to other women?” Peter asked. “Or is it still too small for a pervert like you? Do not worry! It’s still flaccid from looking at your ugly face for so long. But don't you worry, it will regain proper form soon enough! My wife always makes me hard!”

“Aw, you always know what to say!” the anglerfish-like Wendy-head giggled, and the creature began to stroke its soft meat.

To Beatrice’s horror, the creature’s thing quickly grew in the hands of a loving wife, growing harder and girthier right in front of Beatrice’s face.

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