New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

“M-my Queen?” Carl uttered nervously. The eunuch dared not question the person on whose arbitrary whims his life depended. And yet he hoped to find out exactly what the slimy, horrific, blood-sucking, birthed out of a corrupted girl’s vagina slug was that approached him.

“You broke one agreement,” Queen Merillia reminded, “It is time to make another. Come now, all three of you.”

After tossing Beatrice aside, Merillia’s other arm was free to unleash new translucent, ethereal tentacles from beneath her sleeve. Two, to be exact. Those tentacles quickly approached the barely conscious Liam and Jeremy, wrapped around their necks, and lifted the two men’s heads up by the necks so that Merillia could see their bloody faces properly. The tips of those translucent tentacles then split and went up the nostrils of the two men.

“GhhhHHH!!” both Liam’s and Jeremy’s eyes snapped wide open.

Neither of them outright screamed in pain, but whatever went on up their nostrils was visibly uncomfortable.

“Wonderful!” Merillia smiled at her new pets. “All three of you lost adequate amounts of blood and dulled your senses for your final task. A deal that you will not be breaking.”

“Yes! Of course!” Carl slammed his forehead against the floor again.

“Whathefher you hask of hus!” Liam and Jeremy pledged with their nostrils still overstuffed all the way to their brain.

“Oh, you will not be making this deal with me,” Merillia chuckled while the thin ethereal tentacles withdrew from the men’s noses and freed their necks. “That lively lump of flesh that you see before you. The one that fed on your willingly offered blood to adjust to your bodies. Split it up three ways amongst yourselves and eat. It. Up.”

All three eunuchs looked at the thing before them with barely held-back disgust. At best the thick thing could be called a slug. A purplish, putrid, evolving slug. Its outer layer continuously moved around its inner, liquid body even while the slug remained still in place. The puddle of blood that the three men had created was no more. The slug absorbed it all into its jelly-like body. Every fiber of the men’s very being screamed at them that they should not even touch the thing before them, let alone put any of it in their mouths.

“What was it that you wanted?” Merillia asked. “‘Cocks’, wasn’t it? And you shall have them! Do you see those three lovely maidens by the wall?”

Carl and the others looked at the priestesses, shifting and moaning as they rubbed themselves and each other in which way they could. Unsuccessful in obtaining a chair leg to fuck themselves, they resorted to contorting their bodies to ride each other’s legs to continuous—though unsatisfying—orgasms.

“You can see what they need, can’t you? And you will give it to them. More than they could hope for. More than you dared dream of. No longer will you spend even a day without your cocks in one needy pussy or another. All that is required from you in return is utter loyalty. Or is such an agreement unsatisfactory for you?”

“O-of course not!” Carl responded on instinct. “I just… Feel unworthy of such kindness and generosity from the Queen herself.”

“Fufufu, think nothing of it! It’s not even my generosity. Beelzebub is the one that agreed to make your dreams come true. Dig in.”

Jeremy stared at the “slug” before him with an expression of a broken man.

Liam looked behind them at the bloody remains of Chris. He could not help but also look at Chris’ killer. The small catboy in a bloodied suit stood straight as an arrow and watched the trio dispassionately. Another glance at the pile of liquid and meat that was their friend just minutes before. Liam took a deep breath, turned back toward the slug, and “dug in”.

Before his mind could stop him, before what little sense he had left could kick in, Liam sunk his hands into the slimy, jelly-like thing before him, ripped whole chunks out of it, and stuffed his mouth with the stuff, swallowing as fast as he could.

Carl and Jeremy followed suit. None of the three men even tried to chew. They swallowed as fast as they could, making room for more “slug”. The consistency allowed for it. And they abused it to the fullest.

“My, such youthful spirit,” Merillia chuckled as she watched the three men. “Make sure not to leave even a single drop.”

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