The Demon's Cunt (Gender-bending, Futa/Futa, Demons, Impregnation)

Story by Auyvex

After taking (another) long break from doing stories, I got another itch about a month back and started writing up a few ideas. Some of these ideas molded into this story, which I've written quite a lot of but figured I'd at least post the first part of it here. This is also the first time I've done a completely original story not based on pre-existing characters.

If there's any certain paths you'd like to see this continue down let me know in your comments. I'm hoping this one at least generates a bit more feedback.

WARNING: This story contains a male character turning into a futa. Please don't turn this into a whole debate of what the character's gender is now or if he's a shemale now or whatever.

This story also has a couple scenes of violence, but they're in minor context and are not associated with the sexual acts.

Anyways, enjoy the show:

The world is much more different now than the one you usually know. Hell has completely ravaged the Earth. Demons, ghosts and succubi roam the world like ordinary people. Mortals fight life and limb to save themselves from being dragged to Hell alongside them. It's quite uncertain whether this is the past of modern times, or a very bleak future.

Lance wasn't concerned with any of this. His only concerns now were staying alive and killing any sort of evil entity that would harm him or his fellow humans. The young adult sat on a burnt stump in the middle of a foggy, wasted forest. The air smelled of fire but the temperature was cold. Across from him sat his sword, stabbed downwards into the chest of a purple, horse-like demon. This was one of the few that almost got him, as he still felt the burning, bloody pain in his chest from the slashing claws of the demon. But like thousands of others, it ended up dead.

Bracing the pain of standing up, he walked over to his sword and pulled it out, as the dry blood shed from the steel. The wound was devastating him, but he had to make it to a human town as far as he could. He slowly but steadily drudged his way through the forest, keeping an eye out for any other creatures of the dark that would come out to kill him. Hours passed, but thankfully, it seemed as though the other creatures were long gone. As night came, he took notice to a shining yellow light near the edge of the forest, as he sped his pace up to see a town in front of him. He chuckled, then blacked out.

He woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Leaning up, he groaned as he felt his wound start to hurt from getting up too fast. He grasped his chest as he felt a large bandage wrapped around him. He realized that he was in a bed in some sort of house, as a window shined in light across from him. He heard footsteps as a young brunette woman cams into the room, holding a pitcher of water.

"I see you're awake," she said, "You've been knocked out since last night. Drink up"

Lance took a drink from the pitcher as the woman looked at his sword, which was leaning against a wall next to the bed.

"I take it that you're Lance the Slayer"

"You could say that," Lance mumbled in a groggy voice. The woman sat on the bed as she took the pitcher.

"They say you've slayed more demons than any other human man"

"Maybe. I've killed so many that it's become a habit,"

The woman stood up as she looked at Lance.

"Have you killed any succubi?"

Lance thought about it.

"Yeah, a few dozen of those whores. I don't go around killing them all though, just the ones that attack me first"

"You must be careful here, Lance. This area is the largest succubi breeding ground in the Earth. You must know they don't forget people who kill off their kind"

"I bet. They don't scare me though,"

The woman sighed as she walked to the door.

"I'm fixing breakfast downstairs, you may have some before you go if you wish. I must apologize because I cannot let you stay, as the succubi might come to attack my home"

Lance nodded.

"Understood," he said, "I'll be down in a few minutes,"

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Lance left the small town, healed and continuing on his seemingly never ending quest. His next venture was through another forest, this was darker and wet, murky from the swampland. The air was still cold, but this time smelled of bubbling gas. He could smell a wretched mold, something that told him something unholy was nearby. His guard was at his most concentrated, prepared for whatever attack was going to happen. And he knew an attack would happen.

First came some cackling sounds. The cry of the succubi, the cry of which is set off when they plan to attack. He knew he was in for a few more kills this time around. The cackling got louder, as shadows began to surround him closer and closer. He was a bit taken back by how many shadows he saw. This was the first time he saw this many succubi at once. He gulped in nervousness, but still steadfast and brave. His sword was pointed out, prepared to slaughter any of these whores that came his way.

A shriekin

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