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The Succubae Seduction Ch. 01

By: DBs_Bro



Author's Note: This story will focus more on the storyline than the erotic aspect, though I do intend to have plenty of that as well. If you are only reading for the sex, then just skip to the end of this chapter, and enjoy. If you're more like me, and like the buildup, and to get to know the characters, then please enjoy my first original series, 'The Succubae Seduction'.

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Chapter 01

Dead Ends

Ker-chink

Sighing, I set the completed report aside after stapling it, and putting it on top of another set of reports that will likely get just as ignored, as the head honchos of our company make their billion dollar decisions.

Craning my neck and back, I grunt as I feel my back pop. I look around my office. . . . Well, I'm not really sure I can call this room an office. Five desks are arrayed around the room in a U-shape, each with another corporate lackey just like myself, looking just as dead eyed and soulless as I feel.

Well, except for Sheila at the bend in the U. Mrs. Lance is my boss, and while she isn't a strict task mistress, she isn't exactly warm either. I've definitely worked for worse bosses, and worse looking. Her long black hair is tied back into a tight bun, making her brown eyes and sharp nose that much more severe. The look is balanced by a softer chin, that all told, doesn't make her beautiful, but slightly attractive.

Crap! She's looking right at me, and even from this distance, I can see the disapproving look in her eyes. Well, back to the grind. Did I mention she wasn't strict? Yeah, well, I lied.

Burying my head back into my work, I pull up a couple spreadsheets and get back to compiling data.

If only this job didn't pay the bills, I'd happily be doing something else. Growing up, I never saw myself as a desk jockey, putting in the 9-5 grind, and collecting a paycheck every two weeks. I'd always seen myself with an exciting career in the Air Force, flying fighter jets, and shooting down the enemy. My near-sightedness and color blindness put an end to that dream.

Without military help in paying my tuition, my parents, rest their souls, couldn't afford to put me through college. I'd worked my way through fast food, until I became a manager. Then I found a job in the mailroom here, which paid a bit less than I was making, but I could hold the fast food management job at night, while working inside the dungeon, during the day. A couple years later, I crawled out of that abyss, and have slowly worked my way up to this dreary position of crunching numbers, and filing reports.

Yeah, yay me! A very exciting career indeed.

An odd noise sounds across from me, and it takes me a moment to recognize what it is. Not because the sound is unrecognizable, but because it is so alien in this white-washed, fluorescent-illuminated room.

It was a sigh of contentment.

Looking up, I'm greeted with an odd sight. Thomas Johnson, gray head of hair and normally tired eyes, looks slightly happy. He actually has a dreamy look on his face. Almost as if he's in la-la-land, and enjoying his fantasy. That's not the oddest thing though.

Bent over next to him is a very attractive young lady in a black and red summer dress, whispering into his ear. Her shoulder length blue hair is hanging down over her face, and whatever she's saying to Thomas, seems to be having an effect on his daydreaming.

A quick glance to Sheila shows that she isn't paying any attention to the two, but she is looking at me sternly.

Back to work I go.

Thomas clears his throat, and I glance up, and see the young lady start walking over to Debbie. I can now see the girl's face, and note that she's probably nineteen or twenty. Her nose is small, one of those cute button noses, and her eyes are wide and innocent looking. I can't make out much more detail at this distance, even with my glasses on, but I can easily make out the saucy sway in her slim hips as she walks over to Debbie, and starts whispering in her ear. What is that girl saying to them, and why do they look like they're a million miles away, mentally?

I have just enough time to see a dreamy look come over the slightly chubby woman's features, before Sheila loudly states, "Mr. Snow, if you can't seem to focus on your own work, maybe I should send you home."

Crap, crap, and double crap! Part of me is upset at the injustice of the situation. I mean, why am I getting into trouble, instead of that young woman?

"No, Mrs. Lance. Sorry I got distracted." Eyes back on my screen, I do my best to ignore what's happening on the other side of the room, and drudge through a report on current shipping costs, versus what they were a year ago.

This report is actually interesting, in a 'I want to bash my head against a wall, until I black out,' sort of way.

"Hmm, you're kinda cute; so much better than that religious bitch next to you. Too bad we can't get rid of those glasses." The softly whispered voice directly in my ear startles me enough that I fall right out of my chair.

"Mr. Snow!" Sheila nearly shouts, and I point open-mouthed at the very beautiful woman standing behind my desk and over me. "Don't try and blame your chair. Your reports have been less than stellar lately, and it's obvious you need to take the afternoon off. Perhaps tomorrow you will feel up to doing your job properly."

Speechless, I look from the young woman, to my boss, and back again. The blue-haired petite lady looks just as shocked and confused as I feel. My mouth moves wordlessly as I try to protest, but the look in my boss's brown eyes silences me. I've never been one to argue with an authority figure, and back down.

Picking myself up off the floor, I logout of my computer, grab my coat, and head to the elevator. The young woman follows right on my heels.

As soon as the doors close, the young lady speaks, and a shiver runs through me as her words conjure blurry thoughts that somehow seem lascivious and a pleasant feeling in my groin. "You can see and hear me, can't you?" There is still a note of surprise in her tone.

I glance at her, and her hazel eyes try to ensnare mine, but I look away quickly.

Maybe I do need a break. Is this babe for real? No one else seemed to be able to see or hear her. Sheila obviously hadn't, and everyone else in the office had only stared at him. Maybe a good nap will clear my head.

"You can!" the pert woman says excitedly. The doors to the elevator open, and I step out, having no doubt that my hallucination will follow me. "But why can you see and hear me?"

Walking through the parking garage, I try to ignore her, as I head to my car, a bright orange, old beat up, VW bug.

"You don't think I'm real!" the girl says, and I can't stop myself from nodding in response. Of course she's not real. She has to be entirely in my mind. No one else can see or hear her. Her voice has an almost physical effect on me. No woman of her obvious caliber would be spending this much time with me.

Okay, so it's been a long time since I've been on a date. I don't think I'm ugly, and I'm by no means fat. In fact, I may be a little on the skinny side, but I try to stay fit. My dark brown hair is cut close to my head, parted on the right, and I've been told that my gray eyes are eye-catching, if only I didn't have to wear glasses.

I'd thought my last date had gone well, until I'd invited the woman back to my place for coffee. She had quickly declined, and we went our separate ways. She never returned any of my phone calls after that. Maybe I just need to pull up some porn, and take care of myself. That ought to clear the cobwebs out of my head.

I use my key to unlock the driver's side, and get in, only to find my delusion already in the passenger seat. Of course. . . . I look to her door to see that the passenger side is still locked. Did I really expect anything else?

Wait a minute. She's my delusion. I should be able to think her away. I concentrate hard on picturing the passenger seat empty.

"That won't work," her soft voice states.

The engine in the rear cranks to life, and I put my Orange Bubble, as I call her, into gear, and start my drive home.

"You can ignore me all you want, but I'm really here." I find myself growing hard in my pants, and I wonder about that. "I can prove it, too!"

I feel her hands unzip my pants, and I do my best to ignore how soft her fingers feel as she pulls my hard member from my underwear. Wow! This delusion feels great, I think as she bends over, and teases the tip of my penis with her tongue. I can feel her mouth muscle playing with my pee hole, and I can't stop the slight moan that escapes my lips. Her hand squeezes the base of my penis, while her other hand gently fondles my nutsack.

I have to concentrate hard on the road, and swerve back into my lane when her lips surround the head of my penis, and my pleasure increases tenfold. How can my imagination feel so good? I can actually feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, and getting massaged into my balls. Her technique is flawless. My legs keep twitching as she does something around the sensitive rim, and it's taking all of my effort to stay on the road.

This is just a dream, I tell myself, feeling doubt creep in at the assertion. None of this is real. I don't care how fantastic this is, it has to be an illusion.

I grunt loudly as I start to shoot off into what feels like a very warm wet vacuum, but know that it really has to be the inside of my underwear.

I hear screeching tires, and a horn honking, right before my poor car slams into something hard.

My head slamming into the steering wheel knocks me out.

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A really annoying, steady beep wakes me up, and I look around. I immediately recognize the look of a hospital room, and groan as a wash of pain nearly overwhelms me.

Well, I try to groan. A tube shoved down my throat rather hinders the attempt. How bad was that accident? I try to lift my head, but again, the pain is intolerable, and I quit trying.

"Good to see you're finally awake," a gentle voice says, and I feel myself calming down. Swiveling my eyes towards the feminine voice, I see a rather attractive nurse holding a notebook and smiling at me. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a pony tail, and her blue eyes are sparkling as she looks over my broken body. Her lips are a deep red, and look very kissable. . . . Not that I'm in any position to do that right now.

"Mmf, mhmmm, guruhh?" I ask, which translates loosely as, "What happened to me?"

Apparently the nurse speaks mumble-ese. "You were in a nasty accident. You have a few broken bones, including your ribs, which punctured one of your lungs. You're lucky to be alive. Apparently there was a young woman on the scene that pulled you out of your car and provided first aid until the paramedics arrived."

An image of my hallucination girl flashes through my mind, but it's blurry, and all I can really remember is her blue hair.

"Now, I know you just woke up, but I want to see how well your thinker's thinking." She smiles again, and I swear the lights brightened some. "According to the documents in your car and wallet, they say that your name is Lyden Snow, correct?"

"Hrmf," I reply positively.

"It's okay. You don't need to talk. Just blink once for yes, twice for no," she tells me cheerily.

I blink once.

"Good! I like that name. It sounds strong. Now then. . ." she trails off as she consults her notebook. "We couldn't seem to find any next of kin. It looks like your parents died some years ago by drowning in a lake. I'm truly sorry about that." The way she talks, I have no doubt that she truly is saddened by my parent's death. "No siblings and no extended relations we could find. Is that correct?"

One blink.

"It would seem that you're slightly accident prone, also. Our records indicate that another young woman found you by the lake almost two days after your parents drowned. You'd been presumed dead until the girl found you." Her blue eyes seem to bore into me with her questions. "How did you survive two hole days by that lake?"

I blink three times, not really able to answer her. The truth is that I really don't know. I'd only been a kid at the time, and barely remember any of it. Brooke had found me on the beach, and I'd been in foster care till I was sixteen, when I'd struck out on my own. Brooke has always kept tabs on me, though, and even lives in the same apartment complex that I do now.

"Do you have a girlfriend or significant other we can contact?"

Two blinks. If only I had the courage to ask Brooke out. Many times I've been tempted to ask her on a date, but I've always been too intimidated by her beauty.

"Were you alone in the car at the time of the accident?"

I pause as I consider how to answer, and she notices my hesitation, one of her delicate eyebrows arching at my delay. I blink once.

"Hmm, are you sure? Your pants were undone, and there was evidence that there may have been. . . um. . . some sort of sexual situation that caused the accident."

I try not to blink at all, not really knowing how to answer. I don't even want to look her in the eyes, embarrassed by the thought of getting my dick sucked by a fantasy. After a few seconds she nods to herself and comes over to look at the medical equipment. Her name tag says Angela, and somehow I can make out the soft scent of vanilla and flowers. She jots a few things down on her clipboard and then heads for the door. She stops in the doorway and turns back to me, with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I told you I was real, and now I know you can hear me."

Despite the shock I feel at her words, and the pain my body is still in, her voice somehow makes my cock grow hard instantly.

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Over the next month, as I go through physical therapy, and my body knits itself back together, I don't see Angela again. There are a few times I suspect that I see her, but it's always out of the corner of my eyes, and by the time I turn, the image is gone.

Well, I should say that I don't see her when I'm awake. When I'm asleep and dreaming, she seems to be all I see. We never talk in my dreams, but always have sex. Sometimes she comes to me in the punk form I saw at work, and sometimes she comes to me in her nurse alter ego. Every night, I cum, and every morning I wake up and have to clean out my underwear from the night's wet dream. With all the privacy afforded to me in the hospital, this doesn't go unnoticed.

The rate at which I'm healing and recovering doesn't go unnoticed either.

"Do you think it's all the testosterone in his system?" I happen to hear one nurse say, then clam up as she notices I'm close by. By the flush that spreads across her cheeks, there is no doubt she's talking about me.

The day I'm finally released to my own care is dark and overcast, as rain threatens to break at any moment from the dark clouds above.

"Your ride should be here at any moment," the large male nurse intones as he wheels me out of the front lobby. The wheelchair isn't necessary for me to move, but apparently it's hospital policy that every patient has to be wheeled out.

"And you say my hospital bill is already taken care of?" I still don't know who would have paid it, but I don't complain either.

"Lyden!" I hear in relief as I stand up from the wheelchair. I turn in time to see the passenger door to the Orange Bubble swing open. I stare in shock, as there doesn't seem to be a scratch on her, and even looks shinier than I've ever seen the car before. I can't even see the dent in the front fender where a shopping cart had hit it almost a year ago. "Hop in! We have a lot to talk about."

There is no mistaking that short blue hair.

I'm frozen in place, not sure what to do or say. My delusion is driving my car. She pats the passenger seat, but I turn to see the nurse that'd wheeled me out is staring at her.

"You see her too?" I ask, almost afraid of the answer.

"Man, if that's your girl, you're one lucky bastard!"

I have my answer.

I have to use a crutch to make it to the car, and it takes me a second to get the thing into my cramped little car. I take a deep breath, before slipping onto the passenger seat, and closing my door.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced," she tells me in her soft voice. She sticks a slender hand in front of me and says, "My name is Angela, and I'm a succubus."

Okay, so I know that I really probably shouldn't do it, but I can't help myself. I burst out laughing. It feels so good to laugh after so long, and I laugh at just having the pleasant feeling of laughing. It takes me a couple minutes to calm down and quit laughing. I even have to wipe tears out of my eyes to clear them, and there is a new pain in my side from laughing so hard. The laughter dies, though, as I turn back to her.

She is deadly serious. I don't mean that she was serious in a stern sort of way, oh no! I mean, there are real flames burning behind her hazel eyes. I can actually feel the heat washing over me, and I notice that she's not watching the road, but easily swerves around a car going slow in the fast lane. Actually, as I glance at the speedometer, I see she's got the needle buried. I didn't even know the Orange Bubble could go this fast.

"Okay, okay, you're a succubus. I'm sorry for laughing," I try to backpedal. "I thought you all had bat wings, and sucked the life out of people when you had sex with them?"

The fires in her wide eyes dim slightly, and then vanish as she blinks. "I thought my wings might scare you. . . again," she smiles at me, but it doesn't quite touch her eyes. "As far as the sex, it really is our choice. Personally, I prefer to help people out when I can, giving them fantasies, or even healing their injuries." She gives me a serious look. "That's why you healed so quickly. My talents aren't as strong while in your dreams, but now that you've been released. . ." She lets that hang in air, and this time the look of lust in her eyes is genuine and strong. Despite my growing concern with my own sanity, there is a corresponding, growing bulge in my pants.

"Wha—what do you want from me?" I ask, picturing myself as a dried up husk, with only my manhood still alive.

She still hasn't looked at the road, as she contemplates my question.

"You pique my curiosity," she tells me, and then finally looks at the road. I do to, and realize that I have no idea where we are. Tall buildings surround us, and it looks like we're downtown, but that's almost an hour's drive away from the hospital. She slows and pulls into a parking garage, and then moves my car into a stall marked 'Reserved.'

I get ready to bolt, picturing this gorgeous, punked out babe screwing me to death, and while that sounds like a fine way to go, I'm not ready to go.

"Would you relax?" she demands. "If I'd wanted you dead, I would have let you die in that accident, instead of spending a shit-ton of energy keeping you alive." I look back at her, and feel myself getting drawn in by her eyes, but shake myself, and look away. "Alright, here's the deal. You can see and hear me, when no one else can, and when I don't want you to. When no one should be able to see or hear me. I don't understand why, or even how, but I'm curious. You're a mystery to me, and I love mysteries. After being alive for over 400 years, it's nice to come across something that I don't understand."

"F-four hundred?" I sputter.

"Yeah, I know. I'm still really young by succubae standards." Really young? "Besides, as I'd told you earlier, I like to help people, and you looked like you were really hating your life behind that desk. Also, I really do think you're kinda cute. Especially now that we got rid of your glasses."


The Succubae Seduction Ch. 01



My glasses? Reaching up to my nose, I realize my face is naked. Not only that, but I'm seeing perfectly fine. Nothing is blurry. In fact, everything looks sharper and more defined than it was with my glasses. When did I. . .? Thinking back, I don't remember having them since after the accident. I've been able to see just fine, and somehow never noticed their lack.

"Did you. . .?"

"Of course," she replies, as though it's a foolish question. "I can't be seen in the company of someone with such an obvious physical flaw."

"Seen in. . ." For some reason, I have a hard time finishing sentences. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point I've decided not to flee. "I thought you were invisible to other people." No, that can't be right. The nurse at the hospital had seen her. "Or, you can be seen when you want to be."

She nods and gets out of the car. Stunned at the direction my life has suddenly turned; I get out of the other side, and pull out my crutch. I don't notice my keys flying at me, until they hit my face.

Bending over to pick them up, I catch a glance at the underside of the Orange Bubble, and gasp. The usual series of pipes, cables, and shocks are gone, replaced with a single, smooth plate of metal. What happened to my car?

Standing back up, with keys in hand, I look at Angela, to my car, and back again.

"Oh yeah. Do you like?" She nearly bounces as she asks me that, and starts walking towards a doorway close to her parking spot. Sometimes she really does act like a twenty year old girl, rather than a four-hundred year old succubus. "It was completely totaled after you ran it into that light pole, but I got a couple of Cyclops buddies of mine to work on it, and now it's better than new.

I had started to follow her, but when she mentions 'Cyclops' I freeze. "Cyclops?" Will I ever stop getting surprised by things? What kind of world have I stumbled into?

Angela only laughs, as she steps lightly through the door, and I have to hobble to catch up. I meet back up with her in time to enter an elevator, and she slides a keycard into a slot, and the elevator starts up on its own.

"Do you live here?" I ask, as the metal box seems to keep climbing forever.

"In the building? No." There is a strange look in her eyes, and I decide not to ask further questions.

When the doors finally open, I follow her out, and once again, I'm confronted by something my mind doesn't want to accept.

For as far as I can see, there are fields of flowers and grass, and even an orchard off in the distance. I turn around just in time to see the bark of a massive oak tree knit itself back together.

"Where are the buildings?" I ask, and even I can hear the edge of insanity as it starts to creep into my voice.

"This is where I live," she tells me easily, then takes my free hand, and I use my crutch with the other to walk beside her. I notice the same scent of vanilla and flowers in the air, which I'd noticed on her in the hospital.

Looking over to the young woman with the blue hair and punk clothes--this time it's a blue or purple slashed summer dress that barely covers her hips--I can't see this being where she lives. It just doesn't match her. "A punk girl like you, lives in a field of flowers?"

She laughs happily, and I notice a tension that had been in her before is now gone. She seems happier and a lot more relaxed. "I can look like anything I want to. When you first saw me, I'd decided to take on the appearance of that old man's fantasy. Even I've forgotten what I looked like when I was still mortal."

There's so much there, that I don't know where to start. Thomas had been having a fantasy about a punk girl? She can see our fantasies? Okay, that one's a dumb question; she's a succubus after all, didn't she say she can create fantasies? When she was mortal?

"You weren't born as a succubus?" I ask in awe.

Her eyes sparkle as she turns and smiles at me. "So, you finally begin to believe me?"

I nod. "Yeah, it's kind of hard not to anymore."

She suddenly moves very close to me, and I feel the lightest touch of her lips on mine; before she pulls away, laughing and even dancing through the flowers.

My lips tingle from where she'd barely kissed me, and I bring my hand up to touch the spot. I chase after her as best as I can, my crutch slowing me down.

I finally reach her, as she is lying under the shade of a weeping willow.

"Isn't it always grand to come home after a long time away?" she asks me as I loom over her.

"How long have you been gone?" I ask.

"Since the day you saw me. I couldn't leave you as things were. And like I said, I like a mystery." She reaches a hand up to me, and I take it, as she pulls me down.

Lying next to her, I can feel her warmth, and her pleasant scent fills my nose.

"Taking care of me really wore you out, didn't it?" I ask her, but already know the answer.

"Yes. There are only two ways to recoup the energy. One is to come here, but time acts funny when here. The other way is obviously sex."

"Obviously? Right, because of the whole succubus thing." I say. I snort a quick laugh before I ask, "I don't even feel funny asking you this, but you really did visit me in my dreams, didn't you?"

"I already told you I did. That was how I was able to transfer enough energy to you, to allow you to heal quickly and fix your eyesight." She gives my hand another squeeze, before she adds, "And other than the energy drain, it really was no hardship."

I smile at the compliment, and I don't know if it's the atmosphere of the place, her presence, or what, but the question is out of my mouth before I can think better of it.

"What about sex while you're here?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she nearly squeals with joy as she rolls on top of me. "I've never brought anyone here before, so I don't know, but I intend to find out!"

Before I have a chance to say anything, I feel her lips pressed against mine, as her tongue works to get between my lips. Happily I let it in, and moan in pleasure at the skill this woman has. Apparently when in this form, she also has a tongue ring, and I feel it clacking against my teeth, and find my libido skyrocket.

Placing one hand on the back of her head, the other goes to the small of her back, and I hug her to me as we roll around on the ground. I'm really trying to keep myself under control, but the desires and needs this young lady is bringing out in me are almost overwhelming.

We stop rolling with her on top, and she sits up long enough to remove her summer dress. There's no bra under it, and her B-cup breasts sit free and proud on her chest. Her areolas are small, about the size of a nickel, and each nipple is pierced by some custom jewelry: a dragon's maw circling the small nub, with the bar horizontal. I wonder what kind of kinky stuff old man Johnson is into, to dream up a woman like this.

The wondering is short lived, however, as my mouth goes dry, and I have to taste her chest. Pulling her torso back down, my face goes into the valley between her small hills. Licking around her chest, my mouth is filled with the flavor of vanilla and lavender. Her pelvis lifts up, and I can feel her hands working at my pants. Her slender fingers are so deft, that she gets them undone and off in less time than I could have.

My underwear is literally torn from my body, and I barely even notice. My lips are now on her chest jewelry, and I tug on them gently with my teeth, eliciting a moan from her that sends shivers down my spine.

A small voice in the back of my mind warns that this is a succubus, not a nubile woman that my body is crying out for; a demon being that devours their prey through acts of sex.

So the fuck what! A louder voice shouts in my head, and I'm only slightly surprised by the swear word, never having been one to use such language. This woman is hot, horny, and she wants you! And it's been so loooong.

The second voice wins out, as I drop my hands to her bare buttocks, and massage her pert naked rear. Dropping her hips down, I feel a new heat wave of desire course through me, it's epicenter at the point where her wet pussy is sliding along my shaft.

"I need you in me," Angela's husky voice whispers into my ear, and as if of their own volition, my hips drop until I feel my head touch her fiery hot slit, then drive up, impaling her sheath on my sword.

We both cry out in ecstasy, as our connection becomes complete. Her inner walls ripple around my manhood and her entire body shudders, as I realize she's in the throes of an orgasm.

Energy floods into me, and I can feel my rod thicken and grow even more within this delicious nymph. Gripping her hips, I force her back and forth on top of me. I can feel the head of my cock bouncing around inside her, stirring up her juices. My cock tingles as her lubricating liquids flow around my crotch, and dribble down my balls.

Her eyes lock onto mine, and this time I don't feel myself being drawn into her, but instead feel her joining me. We are one, in more ways than just the physical at this moment, and she drops her mouth back to mine, as she hungrily kisses me.

Need, lust, desire, joy, and pure unadulterated ecstasy flood through my entire being, as I swell inside this petite female, and shoot my seed deep into her clutching cavity.

She cries out into our kiss, as she feels me flood her chamber with my cum, and once again energy crashes into me as she has her second orgasm.

Panting, she rolls off me, and we both lie on the ground, trying to catch our collective breaths.

That was intense, I think, my mind rolling over the last few minutes. Despite being slightly out of breath, I feel like I could sprint an entire marathon. I feel like I'm on top of the world, and nothing can go wrong. I feel—

"I'm so sorry," she says next to me, and I can hear true sadness in her tone. "I drew too much energy from you. I promise it was an accident. I couldn't control it here. I was really beginning to like you, too. I already miss you, Lyden Snow. I'm sorry I killed you. I really thought I could control that aspect of my nature."

I still have so many questions I wanted answered before I died, too. Who paid my medical bills? Why can I see Angela, when she tries to be hidden? What is this new place the succubus has taken me too? And why do I feel so dang good right now?

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits. Without his help, this story would have been a lot more lackluster.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 02



Chapter 02

Dancing with the Devil

"I'm sorry I killed you."

Those words veritably bounce around inside my skull, crushing the euphoric mood I'd just been in.

Dang-it, Lyden. She's a succubus! You knew that. Why did you just have sex with her? These thoughts flood through my mind, as I play over the last little while.

The sex had been fantastic, if short. Even now, knowing that my death is only a little ways away, I still feel great and energized. I'd thought that I would be exhausted and worn out after being drained by a succubus, but maybe it's more like a mosquito: They drain you, but you really don't feel it, until the itching starts.

Turning my head to look at her, I'm saddened to see a real tear slide from the corner of her left eye, and drop down to her ear. Once again, I'm shocked to see something I never would have expected. A demon crying? Over killing a mortal? Will wonders never cease. . .

Something in my heart tugs at me, and a strong desire to assuage her guilt comes over me, despite the sinking feeling in my gut. "At least I get to die with a beautiful view in my vision." I give a slight laugh before adding, "And I can even see you clearly."

I don't expect the response I get out of her. Almost faster than my eyes can see, she's up and standing five feet away from me. Her eyes are wide, and shock paints her features, while her mouth moves wordlessly.

"Are you okay?" I ask slowly. She looks like a dear ready to bolt. A part of my mind takes in her whole beauty, and I can't find a single flaw in her body. A sparkle at her bald snatch, tells me that even her clit must be pierced in this current guise.

"You. . . you're alive. . ." Her hand covers her mouth, as she continues to stare at me.

"Um, yeah," I reply confused. "I actually feel pretty good. I thought getting drained would make me feel weak and exhausted, but I feel like I could climb Everest without taking a break."

"But, how? I felt your energy flood into me when you came." Her legs seem to decide at that point to quit supporting her. "I know this feeling. . . . This life-force I'm now filled with. You should be dead.

Time slows as she begins to fall, and somehow I easily stand and reach her before she completely collapses. Catching her in my arms, she stares at me in newfound wonder and curiosity, as time resumes its usual pace. Her left hand slowly reaches up, and she palms my cheek.

"Are you real?" she asks me, and I can't stop the laugh that bursts forth from my chest, a deep sound that actually seems to reverberate through the open fields around us. There's no malice in my laughter, but pure joy. Not that long ago, I'd thought she wasn't real. "But how?" she asks again, and I realize that I'm not going to die. I don't know what's going on, but I know that I'll live.

I throw her into the air, and I'm surprised at the strength in my limbs. It's not that she's heavy; she likely weighs less than a hundred pounds. No, it's just that before the accident, I probably only could've lifted her off the ground; not throw her ten feet into the air.

I also catch her easily, as she lands lightly in my arms. Setting her lightly back on the ground, I look down at myself, and almost start laughing again. I'm still skinny, but I have more definition now. Not quite what you might call sculpted, but definitely toned. I can feel the raw strength in me far exceeds the muscle mass to support it.

And my cock! Holy Hanna! I've never been one of those guys that has to make jokes about how big my cock is to compensate for, well, anything, but I was by no means a monster down there either. I've always been comfortable with my manhood. Now I almost feel like I could play baseball with my pecker if I wanted to, and hit a homerun every time! Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating now, but it is bigger than it ever has been before, and that's while it's limp.

"What are you?" Angela asks me, and I look back to her, wondering about her question.

"What do you mean?" I ask in response.

"I mean, you were definitely human while you were recovering in the hospital. The amount of energy that flooded into me when you came was enough to feed me for a month, and kill you. By all rights, you should be dead, but. . . but you've changed." There's awe and wonder in her tone as she steps up to me and runs her hand along my chest.

"Maybe it's this place," I say, trying to come up with something to explain it. "Every time you. . . er. . . had yours, I was flooded with energy too." Despite what we'd just done, and the fact that we're both still naked, I have a hard time talking about her having an orgasm.

There is a twinkle in her eyes, as I stutter, but it turns quickly to confusion. "That doesn't make sense. The energy had to have come from somewhere." Her eyes examine me again, and I start to feel self-conscious as she ponders.

My underwear is nothing more than rags now, so I have to free-ball it as I pull on my pants and shirt. It's only now that I realize I've been moving without the aid of the crutch. I feel better than at any other time in my life, and I find I keep chuckling to myself, truly happy for the first time in a very long time.

"I may know someone who might know what's going on," she tells me hesitantly. As I look at her, I watch in amazement as her clothes materialize around her.

"What's wrong?" I ask, sensing something in her tone, despite my shock of seeing what I can only refer to as magic. My world isn't the same anymore.

"Nothing," she tells me, shaking her head, and I know she's lying, but something tells me not to push it. "We should get you home for now. There's no telling how much time has passed in your world."

"My world?" I ask as I follow her lightly back to the tree we rode up in.

She slows, and twines her fingers into mine as she smiles at me. "The world we're in now is a shadow of yours. In many ways it mirrors Earth, but because it's only a shadow, it's more malleable."

"And this is where you live?"

"Many of us live here," she says blandly.

"More succubusses, er, succubae?" I have no idea what the plural for succubus is.

"Succubae," she tells me. "And more than just other succubae. All the creatures from your myths and legends. Those that were persecuted by the humans, and driven from the world we used to share." Despite her words, I don't sense any chagrin in her tone.

"We persecuted you? I thought those creatures fed on humans," I say, feeling defensive.

She laughs before answering. "Of course. The victors always write the history books. Yes, some did feed on humans, but not all of them. That's like saying that humans are all murderers, because a few bad apples are."

That makes sense, but something about the way she'd said that. . . "You weren't around when it happened."

"Ha! No, I wasn't even a mortal back then. That all happened well over a millennia ago."

The bark of the massive oak tree separates, and we step into the elevator, before I ask, "Do you remember how you became a succubus? I mean, how you lost your mortality?"

"If you're thinking that you're becoming an incubus, it can't be. I made a deal with a demon, which split off a small part of itself, and I became as I am now." She must sense my unease at her statement, as she steps away from me, new worry in her eyes.

"So. . . . You're possessed?" I ask. "What deal did you make?"

"The deal isn't important anymore. I'm not possessed as you would think of it. The demon only gave me a small sliver of its soul to meet its end of the deal. A possession is the entire demon taking over. I still have free will," she informs me, and I know she wants me to understand, but I'm only coming up with more questions.

"But as a succubus, doesn't that make you a demon? So by taking part of the other demon's soul, you became a demon in turn."

"My actions back then made me into what I am now. Yes, that portion of a soul helped, but didn't do it on its own." She steps back up to me, and I hold my ground, not wanting to back away. She had cried when she thought I was dead, so I know she feels emotion. There would have been no reason to fake it after she thought I'd died.

"So what do you think is happening to me now?"

"I really don't know. I'm going to ask around, and see what I can find out. In the meantime, I want you to continue living your life as normal, and I'll be back as soon as I can. Depending on how time warps randomly between the two worlds."

The elevator doors open on the parking garage, and I can see my car, still parked in its spot. Stepping out, I quickly realize that Angela hasn't followed me.

"I don't know how much time has passed in this realm while we were away, but go home." Before I have a chance to say anything, she tosses me my keys, and the elevator doors close.

Great, I think, I have no idea where exactly I am, or even what today is.

Pulling out of the garage, I notice that the sun seems to have dipped only slightly, but that doesn't tell me what day or even month it is. I pull out onto the busy street, and immediately notice how smooth the Orange Bubble rides. The steering is a lot more responsive, and some of the little issues that I realized I'd gotten used to over the years are gone as well. The car is handling better than new. The gas gage on the dash is completely gone, and I wonder how I'm supposed to know how much gas I have without the gage. Pulling into a gas station just to be on the safe side, I'm surprised to see that there isn't even a spot to put gas in.

It doesn't take me long to figure where I'm at, and I point my car north, and enjoy the speed and power of my remodeled car. To my surprise, the radio announces the date and time, letting me know that I was in the Shadow World for less than thirty minutes. Angela had said that time runs randomly between the two.

Walking into my tiny 32nd story apartment, I find a brand new cell phone charging on my kitchen counter. I'd been told my old one had been destroyed in the accident. Turning it on, I see that I have five new messages. The first one is from the company that manages this apartment complex, asking if I want to apply my last payment to the rest of the year, or want a refund. The next four were from Sheila Lance, my boss, demanding to know when I'll be back in.

I call the management company up first, and they inform me that I can only pay one year in advance, and that the rest will be refunded to me. In a daze, I hang up. Who's been paying all of my bills?

The next call isn't as pleasant.

"Your medical leave was burned up a week ago, Mr. Snow," Sheila informs me rather bluntly. "By all rights, I can fire you right now, and be well within the company's rights."

Part of me is tempted to quit right away. I have a rather hefty check coming in from the management company, and rent is covered for the next year, but Angela had told me to live life as I usually do.

"I'll be in first thing in the morning," I tell her, trying to act sheepish, but I'm still full of energy from the excellent sex with Angela in the Shadow World.

"Are you laughing at me?"

Crap!

"No, Mrs. Lance, just trying to multitask while talking. I'll be in first thing," I repeat, and hang up before she can say anything else to me.

Sleeping tonight is impossible, I realize, as I lay for a couple hours staring at the ceiling.

Well, it may be a Wednesday night, but maybe I should go out. Normally I'm pretty self-conscious, but for some reason I'm feeling confident, and walk to a bar that's a couple blocks down the road. A large sign out front declares that it's ladies' night, and I smile as I walk in.

I pull out my wallet to pay the cover charge, but the cute redhead at the counter looks at me dreamy eyed, and stamps my hand.

What's going on? Have I changed that much? Shrugging my shoulders, I walk in, and order a cocktail. The bartender, a male, makes me pay, but I don't mind.

The music is blaring and the dance floor's packed as I watch people shaking and moving to the rhythm.

"I don't remember seeing you here before?"

I turn and look down at the owner of the voice. The girl—well okay, she has to be at least twenty-one to be in here—stands only as tall as my chest. Her hair is a warm chestnut brown, and travels the short distance down the length of her back. It's too dark in here to make out her eye color, other than to note that they're dark. In her hands is a blue or purple drink—Now why couldn't my colorblindness have been fixed with the rest of my vision?—that's half-full.

"I was bored, so decided to come out and find some entertainment." The way she's looking at me, makes me feel even more confident about myself. She's not the cutest girl here, but definitely above what I consider to be my league. She finishes her drink, and I decide to play things up. I've heard people talk about not buying a girl a drink unless you really know them, but some new instinct says to go for it.

Pulling the drink from her hands, I take a quick sip, and know that she's drinking a purple hooter. I make eye contact with one of the wandering servers. She turns away from whoever was giving her their order, and rushes to me.

"A purple hooter for the pretty lady, here," I tell her, and she rushes off to fulfill my wishes. Wow, this new power could really go to my head. She returns within a couple minutes and hands the glass to me. I hand it to the short girl still standing speechless next to me, and turn back to the waitress. "How much?" I ask, and she shakes herself as if coming out of a dream.

"How much?" she repeats my words. "Oh!" It takes her a moment to gather her wits enough to tell me how much I owe, and I pay her, with a decent tip.

"My name's Becky," the brunette next to me yells at me to be heard over the music, "and you shouldn't have had to pay full price for that. It's ladies' night."

"Lyden," I reply, holding out my hand for her to shake. Her hand is tiny compared to mine, but her fingers are soft. Just because I feel like it, I bend over, and place a soft kiss on her knuckles. Her knees give way, and I have to move fast to catch her. "Are you alright?" I ask, concerned. I feel a little weak after moving so fast, and she has to blink a few times before she can answer.

"Wow, a real gentleman." Her voice is breathy, as I help her back to her feet, and I notice that she's somehow managed not to spill her drink.

To my surprise, she quickly downs her drink, and pulls me out to the dance floor. At first I hedge a little, as I've never been much of a dancer, but I feel the music in my bones, and soon a large group of women surrounds me. They push Becky away from me, and I can see that she looks downtrodden as two other women replace her. For some reason, I can feel my energy draining out of me.

At this point, I know that I can have any woman here, but Becky had been the first one to talk to me, so I push the two women away, until I'm back in front of the brunette. She gives me an odd look, and then drags me out to the smoking section. I don't smoke, never having been able to afford the habit, but I don't begrudge those that do.

As soon as we're outside, she turns, grabs the front of my shirt, and pulls my face down to hers. As her lips touch mine, I feel some of my energy return, and smile, while I place my hands under her thighs, and lift her up. She's so light, that I hardly even notice her weight, as our tongues dart in and out of each other's mouths, and her legs grip my hips. I can taste her drink still on her tongue, as well as mint. I find the source of the mint a second later, as I steal the gum I didn't know she had, right out of her mouth.

"Hey! Give that back!" she commands me, smiling, her arms around my neck.

"You'll have to take it back," I inform her, and you'd think I just gave her the world, by the grin that blossoms across her face. Had I really thought she wasn't that cute a little while ago? She mashes her lips to mine, and we fence with our tongues for a bit, before I let her take the gum back. My cock is rock hard, and I know she can't miss it poking into her.

"Get a room!" a male voice shouts, and Becky pulls back, her cheeks red.

"That guy's completely out of her league," I hear another, feminine, voice say not so quietly. I grind my teeth, as Becky tries to wriggle out of my arms, but I won't let go.

"Yeah, there's probably something wrong with him," a different voice says.

"Wanna have some fun?" I ask the attractive woman in my arms, and she nods uncertainly. "Play along." I wink at her, then turn, force her up into the air, and set her softly on my shoulders. It's been years since I've given anyone a shoulder ride, but she's small enough, that she feels quite comfortable sitting up there.

"There is something wrong with me," I tell the two couples. Glancing at the two girls that'd spoken, I feel another drain of energy as I focus on them. I can sense their knees trembling under my intense scrutiny. "This woman is the only one I've found that knows how to properly take care of me. Skanks of your caliber just don't know how to handle a tool my size."

"Come on, dear," Becky says right on cue, "Why don't we go back to my place, and I'll remind you of just what I'm capable of. Let's stop wasting our time with these floozies."

It takes all my effort not to laugh at the insulted faces of the four people in front of us. I turn and walk back inside, hearing the women demand that their men stand up for them, and the men saying they will as soon as they're done with their smoke.

I have to duck to walk back in, even as short as Becky is, but I keep her on my shoulders, as I head back to the dance floor.

"I really meant that I want to take you home," she yells into my ear, and I do an about-face, and head for the exit.

Word about what happened outside has already made it in to the entrance, and I notice no shortage of women giving Becky an envious glance, and even a few men giving her a calculating one. Something tells me she's not going to have a problem picking up men here anymore.

She points the way to her car, and I set her on the ground just outside. For some reason she seems to get heavier with each step, but I'm still able to set her down lightly.

I wonder about how weak I'm suddenly feeling, but get distracted when she tosses me her keys. "I've been drinking too much to drive."

"Becky!" someone yells, and we turn to see a dirty blonde-haired woman coming over to us. "Were you just going to leave me here?"

"Lisa, oh my god," Becky spouts, covering her mouth, and looking embarrassed. "I was so distracted by everything. . . I'm so sorry."

Lisa pretty much ignores her, as she turns to look at me. "So, is it true what you said back there?" She arches one slender eyebrow at me, daring me to answer.

"Lisa!" Becky reprimands her friend.

"I guess you'll have to ask Becky in the morning," I tell her, and before either one can say a thing, I duck into the driver's seat. Both women get into the passenger side and start arguing about who gets to sit shotgun. I don't even wait for an outcome, before starting the car, and throwing it into first gear.

They quickly decide to share the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt across both of them. Luckily Lisa is fairly skinny and Becky is definitely small enough, that they both fit.

The drive is punctuated by both women trying to be as helpful as possible in giving me directions. I actually find it rather annoying, but drive on, nevertheless.

Parking the car outside a small home, I get out, and then rush around to open their door. Both women look up to me stunned, and I realize that I'd super-speeded again. I'm really going to need to watch that! This time, however, I'm able to associate the energy drain with the action.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 02



Becky stops just outside the door, and seems to hesitate. "I've never brought anybody home like this," she murmurs to me.

"Well, if you're not going to go in and fuck him, I will!" Lisa states and pinches my rear to emphasize her words. This seems to galvanize Becky into action, and she unlocks the door, and pulls me in afterwards.

She pulls me down into a kiss again, but I'm feeling too weak to lift her up this time.

"Damn," Lisa says as she enters the home. "I guess I'll go downstairs, all alone, and entertain myself."

She's ignored by both of us, as we continue to make out, and Becky leads me over to the couch. Somehow Becky's kisses lend me a bit of strength, but it's almost as if I'm a man dying of thirst, and only offered a couple drops of water. My legs strike the couch, and I collapse backwards. The couch is extremely comfortable, and Becky jumps into my lap, not wasting any time with anything frivolous like words.

Her hands are on my cheeks, as she sucks my tongue into her mouth. I dig my hands under the back of her shirt, and enjoy how smooth her small back feels. Finding the back of her bra, I unsnap it on my fourth attempt. I'm really not that experienced at this.

She pulls away long enough to pull her shirt and bra off, and I get my first look at her bare chest. Her areolas are large, actually covering most of her handful-sized tits. They're dark, and stand out starkly against her pale skin.

My mouth goes dry at the sight, and I pull her torso back to me, latching onto one of her oversized nipples. Her fingers dig into the back of my head, as she moans, and grinds her pelvis against mine.

"I don't know what it is about you, but you have me hornier than I've ever been," she breathlessly moans as she pulls at my shirt. There is a light 'popping' noise as her chest pulls away from my sucking maw. I try to latch onto her other nipple as soon as my shirt is off, but she stands up, and begins working at my pants. She isn't as skilled as Angela was at getting them off, but she hasn't had 400 years of experience, either.

As soon as my pants are off (I still haven't put any underwear on), she gasps audibly, and I hear a gasp from the stairway as well. Apparently Lisa's watching us. So much for her entertaining herself. I see the edge of fear creep into Becky's eyes, quickly squashed by determination.

Glancing at my crotch to see what's causing all the fuss, I gasp as well. I'd seen it limp while in the Shadow World, and been surprised at its length. Now that I'm hard as a rock, it's not much longer, but it is fairly thicker. I'm worried this petite little woman won't be able to handle me.

Her little hand wraps around the base of my rod, and she gives it a firm squeeze, before leaning forward, and licking the tip. I can already see that the head is too bulbous to fit inside her tiny mouth, but I still watch in fascination as she tries.

Have you ever watched one of those cartoons where Wile E. Coyote tries to fit through something that would be physically impossible, yet he does it anyway? Well, that's what it looks like as Becky slowly fits first my head in, and then starts working down my shaft. I can't tell if my penis has thinned, or her mouth has stretched, but amazingly she doesn't stop until I can feel her tongue licking my balls. Pulling her head up and off, a bit of spittle connects her bottom lip to my pipe, as she looks at it in wonder.

"I can't believe I got that thing in!" she exclaims, giving me a couple squeezes to verify its hardness, and then hungrily goes back at it. Her head continues to bob up and down, and I love how her throat feels around the length of my rod. Every time her nose hits my pelvis, I feel her tongue around my scrotum, and moan appreciatively.

It doesn't take long before I feel that familiar churning, and I gently pull her head from my lap, wanting to postpone my own culmination. She gives me a look like I'd just taken away her favorite toy, but I stand her up, and pull down her pants.  

Her pussy has a small brown landing strip above it, and I turn us around, setting her down on the couch. I allow my lips to lightly brush the inside of her knee, and then trail light kisses up her thigh. Just as I'm about to reach the juncture at the top, I pull back, and repeat the action on the other leg. This time, as I get close, I can see she's watching me avidly, her bottom lips sucked in between her teeth. Reaching the tip of my tongue out, I lightly lick the sensitive inner lips, making her moan loudly.

Without any warning, her hands grab my head, and she pulls me in hard to her wet snatch. Her hips start to hunch and writhe, as I stick out my tongue, lapping up her juices as she cums. I've never seen a woman orgasm this fast, and I feel a flood of renewing energy flow into me at the thought of how horny I've gotten this babe.

As she starts to come down from her high, I use my hands to spread her cunt, and then immediately latch onto her tiny clit. It only takes me a couple nibbles like this, before she's cumming again, and I can feel her liquids dripping off my chin.

Continuing to munch on her sensitive clitoris, I bring her orgasm higher and higher, before standing up and aiming my tool at her hole. It only takes a little pressure to fit the large head into her tiny hole, and once again I marvel that I even fit. Like a key in a lock, she feels like her inner walls were made specifically for my cock, as I slide deeper and deeper into her.

"Oh my God!" She cries out, as our pelvises meet. "I can't believe I've got you in me. Fuck me, Lyden. Fuck me and make me cum again!"

Her legs wrap around me as I pull back, and then pull me forward again. Every time I'm fully inside her, her eyes roll back, and she moans. We set a fast pace, and pretty soon she's moaning non-stop, until she suddenly catches her breath, and starts shuddering in orgasmic bliss.

I feel so pumped about making this woman cum again and again, that I grab her shoulders and lean back until my back is on the floor. She grunts as she lands on top of me, and I feel myself go a little deeper into her, thoroughly enjoying how her vagina accommodates me. Leaning up, I latch onto one of her large nipples, while I grab her hips, lift her slightly, and then slam her back down.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME," she yells out in rising volume. Her arm squeezes me tight to her chest, as we continue to screw, until she has one last orgasm. I know I'm close again, and roll us over onto her back, pull out and place my schlong between her tits, straddling her chest. Her breasts aren't big enough to surround my member, but they still feel delightful as I pinch each massive nipple and hold them together. She comes down from her orgasm and lifts her head enough to suck in the tip of my sliding cock. This finally sends me over, and I blast my seed into the back of her throat, while her hands roam my chest.

She starts to choke, and I pull back, allowing her to breath. Some of my cum lands on her chest, and as soon as she's breathing normally again, she scoops it up, and cleans her fingers with her mouth.

I hear a barely stifled moan to our left and see that Lisa is busy fingering her bald cunny to orgasm, leaning against the wall.

Becky starts cleaning my cock with her mouth, and it feels delightful.

A new wave of energy washes over me, this time coming from Lisa's direction, and with dawning fear, I realize where my energy has been coming from. I'm draining these women with each orgasm they have.

In other words, I'm killing them slowly.

Terror grips my soul, as I stand up, grab my clothes, and don't even wait to get dressed before running out the door. Somehow my car is here, and I don't even question my luck, as I get in, and with screeching tires, I abandon those two women.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 03



Chapter 03

Working Things Out

No sleep comes for me as I lie in bed, hating myself for what I've done to those two women. The worst part is that I actually feel good right now, which only makes me feel even worse.

I just wish I had some way of contacting Angela. Hadn't she told me that there was a way to give energy, rather than take it? How much longer is she going to be gone? If I had a keycard like hers, I'd be able to go to the Shadow World, and ask her. If, if, how, and if: my life has become nothing but questions.

When my alarm goes off in the morning for me to go to work, I'm at first tempted to call in sick, but then I realize that I might be able to get some thinking done while there, and I need to live life normally.

Yeah, right. . . .

Jumping in the shower, I feel a little refreshed, even though I've been up for well over twenty-four hours. The drive to work is surprisingly quick. The roads are packed, but somehow I keep finding a spot to slip in, and don't have to stop even once as I hit every green light. I closely monitor my energy levels, but I don't notice myself getting weaker at each chance of luck, and wonder if it's just something else that's new with my redesigned VW Beatle, the Orange Bubble. I'm not personally changing the lights, or moving people out of the way.

As I'm walking up to the security counter, I reach for my wallet, only to realize it's not there. Crap! Without my ID, I can't get in, but where did I. . . DOUBLE crap! I don't remember having it after last night. I'm tempted to see if it's still at the club, where it must have fallen out. That was the last place I'd used it. But if I do that, I'll be late for work, even though I'm early now. Mrs. Lance'll have my head if I'm late. Again, I'm tempted to just blow this miserable job off. I really don't need it, since my rent's covered for the next year, and I'm even getting a refund as well. Why should I put up with the austere Sheila Lance? And since it's Friday, it feels odd to come in for one day and then take the weekend off.

Because I've been told to live my life as normally as I can, and her advice is the only thing I can rely on right now, I think answering my own question.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Snow?" I blink at the question, as it pulls me out of my thoughts. One of the security guards is looking at me waiting for an answer. I actually know her a little bit. When I'd worked in the mailroom, she used to chat with me from time to time, while we were making our rounds. I never learned her first name, and always just thought of her as Guard Lansbury.

"Guard Lansbury," I say cheerily, giving her my best smile, "How've you been?"

She returns the smile, and replies, "Down five pounds, but that's probably just from the shit I took, about half an hour ago. I haven't seen you in this early since you were working downstairs."

Did I mention she's kind of raunchy? And massively overweight? She almost makes up for it with her huge knockers, but if someone were trying to get away from her, all they'd have to do is walk fast. I feel bad for thinking so lowly of her though; she's always treated me well.

"Yeah, traffic just seemed to work out for me, but now it seems I went and left my ID at home." I try to put on my most downtrodden face, hoping that she might just let me through, even though that's against company policy.

"No ID?" she looks shocked, as if I'd just robbed a bank, instead of forgetting a little identification card. "Well, now, what are we going to do about that?" She pulls out her nightstick, and starts twirling it in her hand. "Sure you didn't just hide it somewhere? I'd be happy to do a cavity search on you." Now she's smiling at me hungrily.

"Thanks, but I'm fairly sure I left it at the club last night," I hedge, not really sure how to respond to her.

"The club, huh? I'll bet you were dancing with some skinny sluts there too, when you could have had a real woman, like me." She steps closer to me, and I want to back away, especially as I can feel a slight drain in my energy, and I know that whatever has been happening to me lately is in effect again. I hold my ground instead. I really don't want to be late.

"Awe, but you know I couldn't handle a woman of your caliber," I say, hoping that she takes it as a compliment.

She steps closer, smiling hungrily now. "But how do you know, if you never try?"

She's always flirted with me in the past, but never quite this forward. I need to figure out a way to turn my new abilities off, before something happens that I'll regret..

"Maybe next time. Looks like I need to go get my ID," I say, and take a step back, towards the door, only to have her hand on my arm stop me.

"I don't think so," she tells me, and sudden worry fills me by the tone of her voice. "Mrs. Lance will have your hairy left stone if you're late. You need to get up there, and I think I know of a way to get you there."

Part of me is afraid, and the other part hopeful. If she escorts me through, then all is well. If she wants to exact a price. . . .

I follow her to a security door, and she opens it for me with her badge. Just as I'm walking through, she shoves me hard, and I stumble the rest of the way in. The door closing and locking behind me sounds louder than it probably is.

"Of course, I don't do favors for free. . ." she trails off as I turn to face her. There is an almost carnivorous look in her wild eyes, and her short brown hair frames her lust filled face.

"I thought you didn't want me to be late," I say, thinking fast.

"Oh, your bitch of a boss can have your balls when I'm done with them." She lets that hang there for a moment, and then bursts out laughing. "You should see the look on your face, Lyden. Relax, I ain't gonna rape you. Just head up those stairs to the second floor, and then you can take the elevator the rest of the way to your floor."

I can't help but let out the sigh of relief that escapes me, and I also can't miss the pain that I see it causes in her eyes. This woman just helped me out, putting her own job in danger for breaking one of the buildings numerous rules, and I'd basically just insulted her. Okay, no 'basically' about it. I'd insulted a friend, and hurt her feelings. I may not see her as a sexual prospect, especially right now with me draining whomever I sleep with, but there are other ways to repay a favor.

She turns to walk away, but this time it's my hand on her arm, stopping her. "Not so fast, Lansbury," I say in as authoritative voice as I can muster. "You broke one of the security rules, and even though it was to do me a favor, I have to exact payment."

She turns to look at me, pained confusion in her eyes, and I realize that she really thinks I'm going to turn her in.

"The price for my silence, will be one kiss," I tell her, and while the pain disappears, the confusion remains in her eyes.

"Mr. Snow, there's no need. I know what I am, and I won't put you through that kind of torture," there is a deep sadness in her tone, and my heart breaks to hear it.

"I didn't say I was giving you an option," I say, and know that I'm acting very different from my normal self, but something inside me says this is right. I then shove her back against a wall, and actually have to bend over her massive chest, to plant my lips on hers. I thought I'd be turned off by the thought of kissing this large woman, but she actually smells rather nice, and it only takes me a couple seconds to realize she's one helluva kisser. I want to help this woman feel better, and this is the best thing I can come up with.

When the kiss ends, we're both breathless, and I just leave her there, as I ascend the stairs. I don't even notice until I'm halfway up, that I feel a little weaker than I did earlier. I remember getting pumped from kissing Becky last night, so why the difference with Lansbury? Is it because she doesn't have the energy to give? Or did I actually transfer energy to her? If so, how the heck had I done it? Was it because I wanted to help her? Once again, more questions!

Despite the delays in getting to my office, I find I'm the first one there, though Thomas Johnson arrives only a couple minutes after me.

Seeing the older gentleman, I remember how Angela had looked when she'd first come in, and her telling me that her appearance had been in line with his fantasy.

"Lyden!" he exclaims as soon as he sees me. "I see your back on your feet. How are you?"

"A lot better, thanks," I reply jovially. "I know I usually look for advice from you, but if I can offer some, never run into a light pole. They're not as soft as they look."

He laughs at my half-joke saying, "I guess that's why you got contacts?" He's referring to my naked face, of course. Angela had somehow fixed my vision, so that I no longer need glasses to see. I just wish she could have done something about my colorblindness.

"Nope! That pole must have fixed my eyes," I tell him happily, and try not to laugh at his disbelief.

Then I see AnnaBelle Lewis come in, and immediately feel a somber mood enter with her.

"Laughter is the devil's tool," AnnaBelle says to us seriously, and I see Thomas roll his eyes. Unfortunately, she sits at the desk next to mine, between me and where Mrs. Lance sits. "It'll corrupt your soul, and He'll take over."

"It's good to see you too, AnnaBelle," I respond, long since used to her pious views.

"Only our Lord and Savior is good, Mr. Snow. Though I'm gladdened that He has seen fit to grant you your health." She looks at me sharply then, and I wonder if I have something on my nose. "I sense a dark and dangerous shadow over you," she says ominously. "What heathen things have you been up to?"

Now, I've never been one too much into religion, but if she can sense the changes in me, then there really might be an almighty, and after everything else I've learned, I realize I have a lot more to learn. Then again, for some reason her holier-than-thou attitude gets under my skin.

"Oh, not much. Just went to the club last night, banged a babe while her roommate watched, and drove home. But before that I was hitting a punk babe with blue hair and pierced—"

"Mr. Snow, that is quite enough," Mrs. Lance says right at that moment, walking in.

I can see AnnaBelle glaring at me out of the corner of my eye, as I sheepishly get behind my desk. She really didn't deserve that treatment, and I feel bad for my actions.

Debbie Jones is the last one to enter, and after sharing that kiss with the large Guard Lansbury, I look at the slightly chubby coworker in a different light. She's by no means ugly, but does have some rather nice curves to her. I wonder if she kisses as well as Lansbury?

Debbie gives me a shy smile, and I realize I've been staring and try to bury myself in my work. As I continue to compile data from various spreadsheets, I can feel my vitality draining. I also note that both Debbie and Mrs. Lance keep staring at me. The drain isn't great, but it is noticeable. AnnaBelle studiously ignores me.

'Blue haired, and pierced, huh?' A popup says on my desk, and I see it's a message from Johnson. Smiling, I nod to the older man across from me. 'Lucky!' is his next reply.

Guard Lansbury walks in, holding something, and leaves it at Sheila's desk. The guard gives me a very obvious wink as she walks past my desk. I can literally feel AnnaBelle's glare against my back.

"Mr. Snow, can I see you up here?" Mrs. Lance states firmly.

Great. . . . Did Sheila see those messages from Thomas?

As I walk up to her, I see my wallet sitting on her desk. How'd that get here? Then I see the look in Sheila's eyes. . . . Oh, great. Now I've really pissed her off.

Wait, maybe this is a good thing. If she gets pissed off at me enough, she'll fire me, and then I can still claim I was living normally.

"Mind explaining how you got into the building without your wallet, or ID?" she demands of me.

Now's my chance. Puffing out my chest, I look her dead in the eyes, and say in my most pompous tone, "I walked in through the doors. Is there supposed to be a back door for us flunkies?"

Sheila's jaw tightens, and I can see she's shaking from trying to hold in her wrath. I hear a number of gasps from behind me, at my audacity.

"The Devil's work," a mumbled voice says, but it can only be AnnaBelle.

My boss gets herself back under control, grabs my wallet, and stands up. "Come with me, please, Mr. Snow."

I let my smile show at her back, as I follow her out the door and into an unused conference room, far enough away from our office that I'm sure my soon-to-be previous coworkers won't hear her yelling at me, or anyone else, for that matter.

"Mind explaining yourself in there?" she asks me, her tone level. Her brown eyes are trying to bore into me, and I can feel my energy levels draining.

Just then I get an idea.

I know I shouldn't, but after putting up with Sheila Lance as a boss for around a year now, I want to get some of my own back. I'm not entirely certain how my ability works, but if I keep myself under control, I shouldn't hurt her.

At least, I hope I don't.

Today, she's wearing a dark suit jacket, over a white button up, and dark flowing pants. Her black hair is tied back in its usual bun, and I can't help but wonder if the reason she's always so ornery is because her hair gives her headaches.

"No explanation's needed," I tell her, concentrating on her body as I speak and allowing my instincts to take over. I notice a slight shiver run through her. I also notice a depreciable drop in my stamina.

"You've been with us for some time now, haven't you Mr. Snow?" Her voice sounds a little husky now, but I can still see anger smoldering inside her brown eyes.

"I've been working. . . under you. . . for a little over a year," I tell her, concentrating on the innuendo, and sensing her body becoming more receptive to me. Am I becoming a succubus? Is there such a thing as a male succubus? I'll have to look that up later.

I notice her eyes dilating as she contemplates me, tapping her finger on my wallet. "That still doesn't excuse your behavior in there."

Turning my back on my boss, I go and lock the door, then crank up my concentration on Sheila. "I think I know what this is really about," I tell her, and notice her eyes glazing over. Oops, maybe too much. I back off a little, and just in time, too, as true weariness starts to worm its way in.

She gives herself a shake, before saying, "M—Mr. Snow. What do you think you're doing?" She tries to protest, as I walk over, and start undoing the buttons on her jacket. She doesn't try to stop me though, and it only takes a couple seconds to get it off. "This is highly inappropriate," she tells me, but her voice is barely a whisper, and her eyes are closed.

Continuing to follow my instincts, I harden my voice, and command her, "I don't allow my slaves to talk, unless spoken to." Her eyes snap open, and I can see the anger attempt to reassert itself, but by now her shirt is unbuttoned and I tweak one of her nipples through her bra. She shudders again, closing her eyes. "That's right. I'm going to make you my own little cum slut."

I've never treated a woman like this before, but everything inside me is pushing me to keep going. By the way she's reacting; I think I might just get away with this.

"But. . . I'm your boss," she almost whimpers, then moans as I twist her other nipple.

"Hmm, you have a point," I concede as I slip my hand inside her bra, and gently rub her tender areola. "In front of others, you will continue to be my boss, but when we're alone, you'd better return to being my submissive slut. I'd recommend, however, that you treat me a little better out there, lest I have to exact harsher punishments from you." Unsnapping her bra, I finally get a good look at her bare chest, and smile. Her nipples are both hard, and pointing straight out from her chest. Her ample bosom is likely about a C-cup, some part of my mind informs me. "You will find I can be a gentle master, but only to an obedient slave."

I walk around behind her and marvel that I have this high-and-mighty woman at my whim. Not yet, some part of my subconscious informs me, and I realize that there's one more formality.

Reaching around her waist, I undo her pants, and gently slide them down her hips. Standing back up, I gently kiss the back of her neck, while lightly running my fingers up and down her arms. Her entire body is shivering now, and not from any cold that might be in this conference room. Slipping my right hand into the front of her black panties, I pinch her outer labia together, and then rub them against each other, eliciting a moan from her. I can feel how hot she is already, and know now is the time to ask my question.

"Are you going to be an obedient slave? Or am I going to need to punish you first?" My voice, whispered directly into her ear seems to spark one last bit of defiance.

"I am your boss, Mr. Snow. I will not be—" I cut her off by pressing hard against her slit, and painfully tweaking her left nipple again.

"Looks like you will need some training," I tell her, as she gasps in both pleasure and pain. I walk us over to the massive conference table, and bend her over it.

"What do you think you're—"

Whack!

She howls as I spank her, but I know there is still a bit of fight in her, as she resists me pulling her wet panties off.

Whack!

Her panties are now on the floor, and I can see a red hand print on her left buttocks. Some inner part of me feels bad for this woman, but then I remember all the times she's chewed me out, or given me impossible deadlines, and slap her other cheek.

Whack!

I can now smell the unmistakable musk of a woman in heat, and ask, "Are you going to be my obedient slave now?"

She whimpers as she nods, but that's not good enough.

Whack!

"Say it, so that there can be no misunderstanding, Sheila Lance." There is an odd sensation in the air as I use her name, and it actually feels like it settles into my boss.

"Yes! I will be your slave," she cries out, and I'm thankful that she chose a conference room far from any other offices.

"What else?" I ask, and lift my hand. I have no further intention of spanking her, unless she pushes me to it, but a little motivation won't hurt.

"I'll be your obedient little cum slut," she says hurriedly. "I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want. Just. . . Just please, master, command your slave. What can your slave do to please her master?"

If I hadn't already been rock hard, hearing those words would have gotten me there. I bring my hand down, and she flinches, but I don't strike this time. Instead, I gently rub her red rear. I do this for a couple of seconds, but a weakness in my knees informs me that my energy levels are getting low. It probably doesn't help that I got no sleep last night, either.

Dropping down behind her, I say, "My slave deserves a reward for being obedient." Licking her from slit to asshole, I make her moan in further anticipation. Reaching between her legs, I place my right thumb at the nub of her clitoris, and shove my tongue as far into her as I can.

She cums instantly and I feel new strength flood into me. I continue to apply pressure to her clit, while simultaneously throwing up a mental wall, blocking further energy from leaving her. I don't need too much from her right now. Perhaps if I just sip a little off each orgasm, I won't really hurt her.

She continues to writhe on the table, moaning loudly, and I realize I'm still pressing hard on her sensitive point. Standing up, I back away from her, and sit down on the largest chair in the room. She quickly turns and looks at me, wondering what I have in mind next. Is that hope in her eyes?




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 03



"I want my slave to please herself, while I watch," I tell her with a smile. "Please me with a good show, and I'll reward my slave." I emphasize my words with a grab of my crotch.

Without any hesitation, she jumps onto the edge of the table, and displays her wet pussy to me. She is completely clean-shaven, and I wonder if it's just coincidence, or if she'd planned on being with someone else tonight?

Regardless, she's here now, and smiling at me, while she spreads her lips with two fingers, and uses another to rub up and down along her clit.

My cock is straining at my pants, and I pull it out, lightly stroking it. As soon as it pops free, Sheila licks her lips, giving it a hungry stare. She jumps off the table and approaches me, but I stop her.

"Uh-uh. I told you to give me a show, then I'll reward you." She pouts for only the merest moment, before turning around, bending over, and slipping two fingers into her wet snatch. Sucking her social finger into her mouth, she lubes it up, before reaching behind her, and slipping it into her anus. "That's right, slave. Show me how slutty you can be. Get yourself off, and I'll let you lick my cock."

She smiles at me between her slender ankles, and starts to go wild on her fingers. Her ample breasts are bouncing in rhythm to her left hand diving in and out of her coochy, while her right finger teases her puckered hole. She continues this until her knees buckle, and she collapses on the floor, quivering and moaning in orgasmic delight.

Once again I feel energy leech away from her, as it flows into me, but I block it after only a little bit, and just enjoy the show.

"It's time for your reward," I tell her, standing up, and walking towards her. She's immediately on her hands and knees, practically begging for my cock.

"Thank you master, for rewarding your slave!" she moans as her hands grip my hips, and pulls me to her.

I tap the head against her forehead, and she impales her mouth along my rod. Her tongue ravishes the underside of my penis, while she strives to get as much of me down her throat as possible. As had happened with Becky last night, somehow she manages to get all of me into her throat. I'm so turned on by everything, that I can already feel my culmination coming, and I grab the back of her head, holding her down on me, as I fire off powerful gobs of my goo directly into her stomach.

Power once again streams into me, and I realize she must be coming again, too, but I don't have enough spare thought to block any of it, as my own bliss overwhelms me. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point I come back to the land of reality, and find I'm sitting back in the comfortable chair, with my newly acquired slave still sucking on my now limp prick.

"That was very good, slave," I tell her, petting the back of her head. "We'd probably better get dressed and back to the office, before anyone begins to wonder."

I can see she's disappointed that we won't be continuing, but she also knows I'm right.

"Don't let it happen again, Mr. Snow," my boss tells me as we walk back into our office, and she hands me my wallet.

"Yes, Mrs. Lance," I try to act humble, but I can still picture her getting off on her own fingers. I can't wait until I can drive my cock into her pussy, but it will have to wait.

'Did she ride you hard?' Thomas sends to me in an IM.

'You have no idea.' I respond.

The rest of the afternoon goes by smoothly, other than catching occasional glances from Sheila that are anything but appropriate. Only AnnaBelle seems to notice anything not quite right, but I dismiss her, until she catches me in the elevator.

"A demon has taken over your soul, Mr. Snow," she tells me in all seriousness. My first thought is to panic. Had she seen Angela when she'd been in the office? Did she know what'd happened with Sheila and me?

Of course, not, I reason. How could she? The overly religious AnnaBelle Lewis would have said something earlier.

"I don't know what you mean," I tell her, trying to stay calm.

"Oh, yes you do," she denies my statement. "I can sense the corruption in your soul. You need to come to my church this Sunday. That'll set your head back on straight. Reverend Chilton is a great man, and he can help you."

Before I have a chance to respond, the elevator doors open, and she rushes out. Thankfully I won't have to deal with her for the entire weekend.

What the hell was that? I wonder. Can she actually sense the changes in me, or is it just her over-zealous religious attitude? I've never been very into the whole 'There must be a higher power than me,' scene, but I can't help but wonder after that conversation.

"Lyden," I hear a familiar voice yell, and I turn in shock to see the last person, or rather, persons, I expected to see standing next to the Orange Bubble. "We waited here all day. Ever since we returned your wallet," Becky says to me, her long chestnut brown hair tied into a braid and flowing over her left shoulder. In this light, I can finally tell that her eyes are a deep dark brown.

"Why'd you leave in such a rush last night?" Lisa asks immediately after, her blue eyes flashing. "We could have had a lot more fun."

"How'd you. . .?" I trail off, as I realize that I must have left my wallet at their place, and they would have known where I work from my ID; which means, they also must know where I live from my driver's license. "Are you ladies feeling alright today?" I ask, worried after having drained them both of so much energy last night.

"Why? You don't have a disease, do you?" Lisa demands, and I realize how my question might have sounded.

"No, I was just worried," I respond, lamely.

"Last night was the best sex I've ever had," Becky says next. "I've never felt so satisfied afterwards, but the way you took off, had us worried." The brunette walks up to me, and places the back of her hand on my head before asking, "Are you feeling okay? Is that why you left?"

Having no idea what I'm going to tell them, I just nod. Becky tosses Lisa something, and by the jingle, I realize that it must have been her keys. "Lisa, you follow us. I'm going to ride with him."

I want to protest, but something inside me stops me. It's not the same instinct that told me how to deal with Sheila, but something a lot more subtle.

The drive home is thankfully a short one, and with my luck in this car, we soon lose Lisa far behind us. My suspicions about them knowing where I live, are confirmed when Lisa still manages to pull in behind us.

The entire drive, Becky is talking about how worried the two girls had been for me and how happy they are to find out I'm okay. Meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out how my wallet got out of my pants at their place. There hadn't been any reason to take it out there, and I don't think Lisa'd gotten close enough to abscond with it while I was screwing her friend. How had it gotten out of my pants?

And why are these two women now attached to me? I guess I can kind of understand with Becky, if I'd been the best lay of her life, but Lisa? It doesn't make sense. At least I haven't really hurt either one of them.

When is Angela going to get back with some answers? We'd only been gone from the real world for about half an hour, while spending hours in the Shadow World. She must be spending weeks there.

Or has she abandoned me?

"Who are these two?" I hear the sweet dulcet tones of Brooke's voice, interrupting my thoughts. My heart drops, as I realize how this must look to the woman who saved my life so many years ago and who I've had a massive crush on since I was old enough to be interested in boobs.

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"You really don't have to explain," Brooke says to me, for what feels like the hundredth time. "I'm just glad to finally see you with a woman. . . or two. I was beginning to think you were gay."

"What? NO!" I protest. Why did she have to walk out, just as we were heading up to my apartment?

Brooke saved my life when I was just a little kid, and for some reason has always looked after me. I'd been boating with my family, when the ship must have capsized, dumping us all in the lake. My parent's bodies were found fairly quickly, but I hadn't washed up on shore for two whole days. No one could explain how I'd survived for two days, least of all me. What I know now, is mainly due to reading the reports afterwards. I remember almost nothing from that day, or the two following, other than a sense of darkness and fear. Brooke had been the one to find me, and now here she is again, finding me with two women!

"Well I can see that now," she replies jovially, giving the two women a wink. It's only then that I realize she's teasing me. Why am I even letting Becky and Lisa into my apartment anyway? Because some subtle instinct had told me I should? Pshaw! I should have left them back at work! No use now.

Embarrassed I quickly unlock my door, fumbling my keys only once, and throw the door open, rushing through as if escaping a dangerous beast.

"Was that your girlfriend?" Becky asks me, flipping her braided brown hair over her shoulder.

"No, she just saved my life when we were kids, and we've been friends ever since," I reply with perhaps a little more heat than I mean to.

"Okay, okay, I was just asking," she says defensively. "She is very pretty though. Wish I had eyes that green."

"Oh, stop, Becky," Lisa finally pipes up. "You're beautiful too. How else did you entice this stud back to your place? I saw how everyone was treating him there, and he chose to walk away with you. Hell, he has that hot body across the hall, and he still brought us up here."

Wow! If ever I need a cheerleader, Lisa is the one to choose.

"You're right, Lees," Becky tells her friend, shortening the Blonde's name. She turns to me, and places her hand on my chest. "He did bring us up here. Do you think he wants to do vile and dirty things to us?"

I open my mouth to protest that that's not why I'd brought them up here, but Lisa's hands come from nowhere to wrap around me, and I hear her say, "I certainly hope so."

"Now, wait," I finally find my voice, but before I can say more, Becky's hand pulls my head down to her level, plants her lips on mine, and I forget what I was about to say. My arms go around the brunette's short, slender form, and pull her tighter to me, picking her up and deeper into the kiss. I can feel Lisa's breasts pressed against my back, while her hands unsnap my pants, and dig into my boxers to find my hardening cock.

Moaning into the kiss as Lisa begins rubbing the head of my penis, I set the short woman back down and start working on Becky's pants. Lust has overtaken me, and I desperately want to rip into these two pretty women. As soon as her pants are on the floor, I break the kiss, and pull up her shirt. She's wearing a tan bra today, and without hesitation I pull down the left cup and latch onto her nipple, sucking hard, and making her moan.

My pants hit the floor a moment later, and I sense Lisa getting between us as I'm hunched over, and she gently massages my scrotum. "My God, Becky. I still can't believe you fit this beast down your throat."

"Mmm, yeah," Becky moans as her fingers dig into my short hair. "You've got to try it. He really does taste great!"

Digging at the snaps of Becky's bra, I can't seem to get them undone. It doesn't help my concentration when I feel Lisa's warm mouth stretch around my cock, and finally in frustration I pull the whole damned thing up over her head, being careful only of her melons as I do so. The swear word barely even registers in my mind.

I look down and see that Lisa has somehow successfully managed to squash my prick halfway down her gullet.

Becky grabs my attention back, as she hungrily kisses me, and I let my right hand to go to her already wet snatch. My left hand goes to the back of Lisa's head, to let her know I'm enjoying her ministrations. It doesn't take me long to find the brown-haired woman's clit, and I vigorously rub back and forth, making her shudder in pleasure. As soon as I sense her getting close, I slip my middle two fingers into her, crook them, and begin vigorously rubbing the front wall of her vagina. A few seconds later, I'm rewarded for my efforts, as she soaks my hand and the back of Lisa's head in her squirted fluids. A new wave a pleasurable energy washes into me at the same time, recalling me to what I can now do, and that I need to be careful.

"What the. . ." Lisa asks, releasing my rod, and feeling the back of her head, before turning to look at her friend.

"I—I've never. . . never cum like that before," Becky states breathlessly. "It felt odd, but so intense!"

"I'm jealous!" Lisa pouts, before turning completely around, and locking her lips on her friend's nether-lips. Becky lies flat on the floor, and Lisa doesn't let up, making the short woman moan in delight. Lisa's ass is in the air, her pink pussy lips pointed at me, (When did she take off her pants?), and I figure that's as good a spot as any to store my penis.

Squatting down behind the hungry woman, I rub the head of my rod against her slit, making her moan into Becky's pussy and shake her rear in anticipation, before thrusting forward, and slipping into her already soaked coochy. She takes a quarter of my length, before I have to pull back, and dive in again. I can tell that she's a little looser than Becky, yet she seems to fit like a glove, just like Becky had last night.

"Oh, God," Lisa cries out, and I see she has two fingers buried in Becky's vagina. "I can feel you in every corner of my cunt. Fuck me hard with that big stick. Fuck ME!" Her language grates on my nerves, but I do as she asks, driving into her with force, until I feel her little hole clamp down on me hard, and strength flows into me. This time I remember to put up a mental block before taking too much from her.

I continue to pound into her, until she reaches back and puts her hand against my stomach, and pushes me back. I sit on my rump, and grin as I continue to watch the blonde shake in orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly Becky is right there, leering at me. "Good, maybe now she'll believe me when I say that you're the best lay in town. Now then, my little cunny is a little too sensitive right now, so we'll have to use my back door to finish this monster off." She emphasizes her words with a quick tug on my member, then bends over, and starts cleaning her roommate's juices from me. Once again, she's able to take me fully into her throat, and if it hadn't been for that little escapade with Sheila earlier today, I likely would lose it right now. Instead, I'm able to last while she deposits a liberal amount of saliva on my dick, before turning her back on me, aiming my pole, and impaling her tiny ass on it.

The feeling of her sphincter sliding down my cock is divine, and I lay fully back on the floor, trying not to shoot my load too quickly.

"You made her squirt," a whisper startles me, "now I want to squirt." I turn to see Lisa watching my cock slipping in and out of her friend's anus, as Becky bounces up and down on top of me.

Her little pussy is within easy reach, and I slip my middle two fingers into her freshly screwed hole. Crooking my fingers again, I rub vigorously against her inner front wall, making her moan and hunch her hips against my invading digits.

"Oh shit, it's been a long time since something in my ass has made me cum!" The brunette cries out a second before her sphincter tightens perceptibly on my dick. I immediately throw up my block against her energy.

"Oh, I feel it," Lisa starts to moan. "Watching you make her cum, and whatever it is you're doing is going to make me cum too. Oh, shit, it feels like I've gotta pee."

I don't let up however, somehow knowing that is what a squirt can feel like. When it happens, I find that she doesn't put out quite the force that Becky had, but my hand is soaked nonetheless. I also feel my mental wall crumble under the force of both these women's orgasms. I'm so overwhelmed by the feeling of their pleasure that I can't hold mine back anymore, and I unload into Becky's colon.

Our energies seem to feed back and forth into each other, constantly driving us to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure, until we can take no more, and blackness overwhelms us.

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits. Without his help, this story would have been a lot more lackluster.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 04



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Chapter 04

Heading for Answers, Finding Trouble Instead. 

"Well, it seems I needn't have worried about you, after all," a voice says above me.

My eyes snap open to see an unfamiliar woman in a jogging outfit, bleached blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and some of the longest legs I've ever seen leading up to a skin-tight pair of jogging shorts, standing proudly over me. Her midriff is bare below a sports bra that proudly shows off pair of decent sized breasts, and it's very easy to see that her nipples are hard. 

I attempt to sit up, and realize that I have a naked woman in each arm, and my crotch, soaked in our mixed juices, gives away what we'd been doing.

"Who. . .?" I ask, trying to figure out who this unfamiliar woman is. Looking outside, I see that the sun has set, and it feels like it's late into the night.

"Have you forgotten me already? I talked to you just a couple hours ago." A mischievous smile splits her lips, and for just a second the woman flickers and I can see Angela's punk aspect, before she returns to her jogging persona. "I had to stop off for a snack, but it looks like you had the main course."

"Angela," I say, realizing that she can be the only person who could've gotten into my apartment, without the key. "Wait. . . . A couple hours? You've been gone for over a day!"

"Damn!" she stomps her foot. "I hate how time plays odd tricks while in the shadow realm. When I came out of my building and it was night, I'd just assumed it was the same night."

"Did you find out what's going on with me?" I ask, then go on to explain what's been happening the last couple days. 

She seems to grow nervous as I talk but finally shakes her head, saying, "I didn't find out exactly what's happening to you, but I've been hearing some things that I don't like." She hesitates a moment, looking to the still naked women, before continuing. "We need to go back to my realm, and discuss some things. I have a . . . friend . . . that may be able to shed some light on this, but she needs to see you first."

"I'm sorry," I tell the succubus, studiously avoiding looking at the two naked women. "I didn't even think about how you might feel about me sleeping with other women."

Angela gives me a funny look, glancing at the two again, before bursting out with laughter. "I'm a succubus, silly! It doesn't matter to me that you've been with a few women. Honestly, with everything happening to you, I'd be surprised if you don't get some every chance you have." She smiles at me, to lessen the hurt of her laughter and takes my hand. "It's a great stress reliever, and if you're still drawing energy from them, then all I can say is be careful. If you draw too much at once, they'll die."

Shocked, I pull away from the supernatural being. Of course, I knew that was a possibility and that's why I've tried to be so careful, but to hear it said out loud really drives it home.

"Lyden."

I mean, I can really hurt someone. No, I need to be honest. I can kill someone if I'm not careful.

"Lyden, stop."

Looking at the two women, I start to panic. Were they breathing? The last few seconds of our tryst had been intense. Did I killed them and didn't even realize it? What kind of monster am I?

"Lyden!"

No, Becky is breathing, and they'd both been warm while we were lying together. Maybe I'll have to go celibate. That's the only way to make sure I don't kill someone.

A sharp sting against my cheek brings me back to the present, and I find two very large, very angry, brown eyes boring into me. Once again I can see flames in the back of her irises, and I shudder in reaction from more than just the slap.

"Now listen here, Lyden. I know what you're worried about. As long as you don't take and take and take, and you let them rest, you're not going to hurt anyone."

"But how will I know when to stop?" I demand, pleadingly.

I see the fire in her eyes quenched by sadness, replacing the heat. "You'll know. . . . You'll feel them getting weaker as you continue. They may even pass out, but you'll feel so alive . . . so powerful." Her eyes close as she sits on a chair at my kitchen table. "I haven't felt that way in a very long time. I'd almost forgotten, until we were together in my world."

Feeling sorry for her, I walk over, squat down, and pull her into a hug. I can feel my shoulder growing wet as she cries. "Did you care a lot for him?" I ask when I feel her sobs lessen.

I'm not expecting her reaction. "Care for him?!?" There's anger in her eyes again, but I can tell that this time its target is someone else. "I absolutely despised the man. He was a vile, evil creature, and . . . and . . . I killed him." The last words, delivered in a whisper, allow me to feel the horror she still suffers from that act.

A glimmer of understanding starts to seep in. Whoever he'd been, she'd despised him, but somehow his death still weighs heavily on her conscience. I wonder if that experience may have been what led to her becoming a succubus. She'd told me that it had been from her own actions.

Then something else she'd said sinks in. "You felt the same after we had sex in the Shadow World?"

"Shadow World?" she asks, blinking to clear her eyes, and I realize that that'd been a term I'd come up with on my own. She gives a little laugh, before saying, "I like it. It fits. But yes, I'm still buzzing from the energy of our coupling. Normally I only take enough to sustain me for a day, but unless I have to expend a lot in a hurry, I'll likely last a week or more. I haven't felt this alive in centuries." Standing, she faces me, and looks curiously into my gray eyes. "I still don't understand how you survived? Especially since you received life-energy as well."

Becky stirs and mumbles something, and Lisa cuddles closer to her roommate, disrupting Angela's thought.

"We'd better go," the succubus says and starts walking towards the door.

"Um, what about . . .?" I ask; indicating the two slumbering women.

"Oh, they should keep until we get back," she says off handedly.

"And if we're gone for days instead of hours?" I press.

"Hmm, leave them a note then." I do as told and go to walk out the door when I realize I'm still stark naked. "Oh, for crying out loud, clothe yourself." I turn to walk back in, but she stops me. "Try getting dressed mentally. Just think about the outfit you want to wear, and then think yourself into it." She blinks, and suddenly, her jogging outfit changes color, demonstrating her advice. If I weren't color-blind, I'd be able to identify what color it'd changed to. Something dark, but I can't tell if it's brown, green, tan, or something in-between.

Concentrating, I try to picture myself in a comfortable shirt and denim shorts. When I have the image in my mind, I try to apply it to myself. . . . 

And wake up on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Angela asks worriedly.

I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings. Looking at my body, I can see that I'm dressed, but apparently it took a lot out of me. "Maybe I shouldn't try that again," I say, and I'm glad that at least my voice is steady.

"Yeah," Angela says as she helps me to my feet. My legs are still a bit wobbly, but I manage to keep them under me. "I guess you don't have all the same abilities as me, or are at least quite a bit weaker. Do you want to fuck and rebuild your strength?"

I think about it for a moment, but I really want to know what's going on too. "Maybe later, if I need it. I think I'll be fine for now." My stomach growls, giving away the lie, and I quickly snatch a cold slice of pizza from the fridge, scarfing it down.

We walk out together, only to be confronted by Brooke again. "Oh, Lyden," she says as we're both not expecting to see the other. Then she blinks at Angela, and I wonder what's going through her mind. She'd seen me go into my apartment with two girls, and come out with a different one. "And this is . . .?"

I open my mouth to speak, but the succubus cuts me off.

"I'm his girlfriend, Angela," she holds her hand out to my friend, and I just stand there, unsure what to say.

Brooke stares at the hand, then back up to me. "Lyden, can I talk to you for a moment?" She looks to Angela and pointedly adds, "Alone."

I can see worry in my friend's eyes, and I wonder what has her so concerned.

"We're kind of in a hurry," Angela says, and tugs me down the hallway towards the elevator.

"We'll talk when I get back," I yell over my shoulder at Brooke, as we turn a corner and find a waiting elevator.

As soon as the doors are closed, Angela turns to me, and pushes me against the wall, her forearm against my chest. I'm still a little weak from the clothing debacle, and have no strength to resist her. "What do you know about that woman," she asks me fiercely, and I just stare back at her in confusion.

"I, she's, um, but, she's a friend," I finally splutter.

"Okay, but what do you know about her?" the fierce woman presses painfully against my chest, making it harder to breath.

"She saved my life when I was a kid, and she's always looked out for me. Jeez, what's wrong?" I wheeze, beginning to get worried.

Angela steps back, and tries to unruffle her smooth, tight jogging clothes. "Nothing," she almost spits, letting me know that there really is something wrong. "Just . . . just be careful around her."

I'm extremely tempted to ask what she means, but I see the fires in her pupils again, and decide to drop it. She can't be jealous, can she? She hadn't been about Becky and Lisa, but then again, those two aren't in the same league as Brooke.

I wonder what Brooke wanted to say to me?

We stand in silence as the elevator descends.

The doors finally open, and I follow the quickly walking woman out and to the Orange Bubble. I'm tempted to give her the keys, after all, she drives faster than I do, but for some reason I want to have some control over things. The last twenty-four hours have been a whirlwind of activity, and I need to have something solid I can rely on.

Once again as we drive, the lights turn green, and the only time I have to slow is to make turns. The drive is in silence however, and I'm really getting uncomfortable as we pull into the parking garage of the building that leads to the Shadow World.

Just before we enter the elevator, Angela grabs my arm and turns me to face her. "Look, I'm sorry about back there. Just be careful around that woman, okay? She's dangerous."

"Sure," I nod, still wondering about the succubus's behavior, "but why?"

"Just do it," she snarls, and I drop it. I don't like this side of Angela. "Also, this . . . friend we're about to go see. Be very careful with her too. She's very powerful and could kill both of us in an instant if the whim strikes her. I wouldn't take you to her, but she's the only one I know that might be willing to answer what's happening to you."

"Sounds dangerous," I remark, now regretting not getting more energy before leaving. I'm still feeling pretty weak.

"All dragons are dangerous," she replies, as if that's common sense. Well, I guess it rather is . . . if you're used to dealing with dragons!

We get into the elevator, and she swipes her special card, before we begin our ascent.

"Any other pertinent info I should know? Like, oh, I dunno, are we going to see any ogres or goblins?" I ask, trying to cover the quaver in my voice.

"Maybe," she says evenly. "We'll have to travel a bit of a distance, but if we don't bother them, they shouldn't bother us."

I gulp. I mean, what else can I do? Not go? I need to know what's going on with me and why I'm suddenly getting these abilities. I never thought I'd be facing dragons, or goblins, or anything of a fairy-tale nature.

The elevator dings, and we step out of the oak tree, into the prairie field of flowers. Taking a deep breath, I can already feel my body slowly rejuvenating, as if jumping into a warm pool after a long day's work. I actually have to blink, as it's still day here, while it was night in my world.

"See that peak over there?" she asks, pointing into the distance. "That's where we need to go. Shouldn't take more than half a day."

"How much daylight do we have?" I ask, hoping not to have to travel this strange land in the dark.

"We won't be going through any night zones," she says, then must see the confusion on my face. "Some zones, like this one, are always day, some always night, and some change similar to your world. Our path will keep us in the daylight."

I nod, and breathe a sigh of relief. I have a feeling I don't want to know what lurks in the all-night zones here.

We head away from the oak, and after walking for an hour it becomes apparent that I'm not going to make it half a day hiking, as weak as I am. Even as slowly as this place is rejuvenating me, I haven't slept for what feels like days—not counting the short nap after passing out earlier with Becky and Lisa. All of my energy was sapped when I'd forced my clothing on, and I'm already exhausted.

Unfortunately, I don't know how to broach the subject with Angela, even if she is a succubus. What do I say? Excuse me, demonic creature of sex and lust, but I'm feeling a little low. Mind if we screw to build me back up?

"I was hoping you'd feel that way," Angela says to me, turning and plastering her body to mine.

"Wait, what?" I ask, confused.

"Silly, succubae can read emotions and thoughts. That's how we know how best to seduce our target or fill their minds with fantasies. Your thoughts came through loud and clear, and no, I don't mind a quick fuck to build us both up."

No further words are necessary as her lips press against mine, and I feel her tongue dip between my lips, demanding entrance. I open up to her, pulling her tall, thin frame to me. Her body feels very different in this form, with her larger breasts, taller frame, and no additional jewelry, than she had as a punk, and I wonder how many forms she might have.

"As many as I want to," she tells me, still reading my mind. "Do you want me to go back to the punk?"

Feeling emboldened by her forwardness, I undo my denim shorts and drop them to the ground, displaying my raging hard on. "Does this answer your question?" I ask, allowing my turned on state to give her my substantial and inarguable response.

Her eyes sparkle as she drops to her knees, and quickly sucks my stiff wood between her warm lips, making me moan with the delight that her mouth is causing me.

"You did one of those girls analy, didn't you?" She asks, and I realize I haven't cleaned up from when I'd been in Becky's colon.

"I'm so sorry," I tell her, thinking that she's disgusted with me.

"Don't be," she says. "I don't mind." And with that she swallows me back into her mouth and starts taking me down her throat. Her tongue does wonders as she licks around my shaft. I try to hold back as long as possible, but with four hundred years of experience, she soon has me firing off a volley of seed into her mouth. My knees buckle beneath me, and I collapse backwards onto the soft ground, but Angela's talented mouth never leaves my member, and I realize I'm not softening. Must be another trick of the succubae. That, or something learned after four-hundred years of practice.

I realize that I actually feel a little more drained, until it dawns on me that I haven't given her any pleasure.

"Lay back," I tell her, "it's my turn."

She smiles, as she lies back on the soft soil and removes her tight biker shorts to reveal a glistening, bald, beaver. I dive in, hungrily, lapping up her already flowing juices, and nibble lightly on her labia. I avoid her clit, just sticking my tongue as deep into her as I can, and sucking in her inner lips, making her squeal in delight. Her overlong legs squeeze my head, and I know she's enjoying what I'm doing. 

This really pumps up my ego. I mean, how many men can say that they can please a four hundred year old succubus?

Me! That's who!

Sucking in her labia, I use my tongue to press it against the roof of my mouth. My hands roam up her chest, under her confining sports bra, and finding her already stiff nipples, I begin rolling them between my fingers, enjoying the louder moans that escape from her throat.

Sensing her getting close, I switch tactics, and bite lightly on her clitoris. Her powerful thighs nearly crush my skull as her back arches and sweet nectar pours from her. I can barely hear her cries of pleasure through my muffled ears. The best part is that I can feel renewed life flowing into me, rejuvenating my limbs, and making me stronger.

I don't wait, as soon as her legs loosen their grip, and dive up her body, aiming my thick log at her entrance. Kissing her forcefully, sharing her fluids, I thrust my hips forward, connecting us, and driving our pleasure to new heights. I moan as I feel her velvety folds enclose my cock, and ripple tenderly around my length.

Her hips buck beneath me in a desperate staccato, as I suck hungrily on her tongue. It doesn't take long for me to be fully seated inside her wonderful canal, and unlike the last time we'd had sex, this somehow feels different. It almost seems like both of our organs are trying to properly accommodate the other, only to find the other constantly changing in return. I realize that this must be why both Becky and Lisa felt so comfortable around my member, yet Lisa had been a bit looser.

Angela breaks the kiss, and places her hand on the back of my head, while she moans into my ear, "Fuck me, Lyden. Oh, God it's been such a long time since anyone's felt this great."

I lift the bottom of her sports bra, releasing her c-cup breasts, and tweaking a nipple in both hands, as I suck hard on her neck. I've never been one into leaving or getting hickeys, but this seems to set Angela off again, and as I feel her life energy flood into me, I have to fight hard to stave off my own orgasm.

She grabs my face, and pulls my lips to hers, kissing me deeply, but not in a sexual way. Physically I feel on top of the world, and as soon as she comes down from her climax, I roll us over.

Placing her hands on my chest, she plants her feet on either side of my chest, then lifts her pelvis up until only my tip is still inside her. Her eyes twinkle, as she looks deep into mine, before slamming her hips down forcefully. The speed and strength behind her movement would have crushed my hips a couple days ago. Today, however, I feel like Superman: completely unbreakable. She repeats her motion again and again, slamming down onto me, and I'm just able to match her pace, driving back up into her. The friction between our two bodies sends waves of pure distracting bliss through me. 

I know I'm getting close, and there's no way I'm going to hold off my ejaculation this time. I reach up to her bouncing, firm breasts, and pinch both of her nipples hard. Her pussy clamps down hard on me, and she stops bouncing and just shudders as her final orgasm takes her.

Like a cannon firing into a sweet valley, I fill her insides up with my seed. It feels as if I'm cumming for an hour, as her energy floods into me, and mine back into her.

Breathlessly, she hugs me tight to her body, as our minds come back to this reality.

"My my, what do we 'av here?" A deep gravelly voice sounds above us. "Looks like we got ourselves a mid-day snack, brothas. And there ain't nuthin sweeta than a succubus and her mate after they bin fucking."

Looking up, I see three forms towering above us. I can just make out long tusks, and mottled green skin, before something strikes me painfully in the head and unbreakable or not, I black out.

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits. Without his help, this story would have been a lot more lackluster.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 05



Chapter 05

Why Couldn't They Have Been Trolls? 

"Yum, I can't wait to crack open their bones, and suck out their marrow. That's my favorite part, Lorrey."

For some reason I can't quite put my finger on, that really isn't the best sentence to hear when waking up. To make matters worse, my feet are dead, and three large green creatures are dancing around a small fire. Nauseously, they're doing that on the ceiling.

Or I'm hanging upside down by my feet. Yeah, probably the later one.

My head feels like Zeus tried to play roller derby in it, and my eyes are bulging from having been down-side-up for too long. The ropes around my ankles and wrists have caused them to go numb.

"Angela," I whisper, hoping the ugly things won't be able to hear me while they talk about how they're going to cook us.

"I'm here," she says loudly enough to make me flinch. "Don't worry, they have terrible hearing."

I look at the creatures again, and a thought hits me. "Shouldn't they have turned to stone in the sunlight?"

"That's trolls that suffer from that curse. These are orcs. Somewhat smarter and not quite as ugly," she replies calmly, and I realize she must have a plan for getting us out of here.

"Naw, I prefer to suck out their marrow before cracking their bones," a different orc states. Smarter than Trolls? How dumb can trolls be?

"How are we going to get out of here?" I ask, hoping to be let in on it.

"They'll cook and eat you first," she tells me evenly, and I feel my stomach drop. "While their cooking you, I'll break free."

"What!?" I shout, before thinking better of it. She's going to abandon me? I know she's technically a demonic creature, but the pain she displayed over having killed someone in the past was real. How can she do this to me?

"Hey now," a gravelly voice shouts at us, grating on my ears, "What's with this chattah? We likes our food quiet."

"And delicious," another one pipes up jovially.

"Well, do you really know how to cook us?" I ask, stealing an idea from Tolkien.

"Tha' lil trick of delayin' us won' work, succubus," their apparent leader responds.

"Ha, Lorrey. You made a rhyme!" says the third Orc.

Okay, so apparently 'smarter' is a relative term for these creatures.

"Shaddup. Lanny, Is the fire ready yet?"

"I'm not a succubus!" I shout at the monster.

He spins back around and walks right up to me. I can smell his fetid breath, and have to fight to keep my gorge in. 

"Ya smell like a succubus, you a succubus." He snorts, and his snot plasters my still naked body.

"Oi, what was dat?" Lanny asks. "Lumpy, go check It out."

Lumpy grumbles as he gets up, and starts heading out of the cave. Lorrey goes back to the fire, and backhands Lanny for no apparent reason.

"You were going to abandon me," I accuse Angela, this time quieter, as I try to turn and face her.

"Nonsense," she says, and I can tell her hands are free now, "I just needed you to distract them long enough for me to break free." She swings her slender torso up to start working on the knots around her ankles.

"What was it, Lumpy?" Lanny calls out in time to muffle Angela's drop to the ground. She waits in silence for a moment, then, "Lumpy?"

"Go check it out," Lorrey commands Lanny, and takes the poking-stick from the slightly smaller orc.

I watch in dreadful silence, as Angela creeps up behind the lead orc certain that at any moment the beast is going to turn and club her. She makes it to just behind the monster, when he starts sniffing the air, and then suddenly turns, swinging at the succubus. She blurs, and somehow gets out of the way of the glowing poker, before jumping onto Lorrey's back, and wrapping both arms around the creature's neck.

"Gerr off me!" the thing yells while trying to get Angela off it's back. Her arms barely make it around the monster's neck, and I wonder if she's even doing any good. With the noise the two are making, I'm afraid that the other two orcs are going to return at any moment.

I wish I could help, instead of hanging here useless. Wait, maybe I can. In my mind's eye, I conjure the image of an Amazon goddess. Very tall, bronze colored skin, golden hair flowing, a leopard's pelt her only clothing, and large arms, big enough to crush an orc's neck. Now this would be a wild fantasy, I think.

Opening my eyes and looking back to the two struggling supernatural creatures, I see a different woman now, finishing off the large orc. It only takes a couple more seconds, before I hear a very audible 'POP', and the thing's head rolls into the fire.

Maybe I made her arms too strong.

Angela, still in Amazon form, easily strolls over to me, and smiles at me through the gore covering her body. "This a fantasy of yours, huh?" she asks. She is easily tall enough to reach the bindings at my hands now.

"It is now," I tell her, glad to be safe. "Wait, what about the other two?"

Just then we can hear footsteps approaching the entrance to the cave.

Angela crouches, ready to defend us, and with my hands now free, I lift my torso enough to start working on the ties around my feet.

I land with a whump, forcing all the air from my lungs. I'm not as nimble as Angela is. I turn just in time to see a new creature enter the fray.

It's not who I expect to see.

"Brooke?" I yell out and am surprised to see her in pale-blue scale mail armor, and a wicked looking wavy sword covered in ichor in her hands. An odd long skirt, made of the same material as her torso armor, shimmers blue in the firelight, but seems to flow around her legs like water, widening towards the bottom.

"Stay back, Lyden," Angela shouts, pulling me up and behind her with ease, before crouching down, ready to attack. "She's here to kill you."

If ever I've heard anything more absurd, I don't remember it. Brooke has always looked after me. Honestly, I don't know if the gentle woman could even hurt a fly. . . . Of course, she is carrying a dangerous looking sword covered in blood.

"Brooke won't hurt me," I try to say a lot more confidently than I feel. Why are my friend's eyes sparkling with anger?

"She's an assassin, Lyden. I don't know what your relationship is with her, but I promise you, she's not what you think she is." The succubus sounds so confident that I really begin to doubt. It doesn't help that Brooke is still coming towards us, sword at the ready.

"Brooke, tell her you're no assassin," I call to the curly redhead.

"She's right, Lyden," Brooke's voice is filled with iron, and I feel my heart sink. "I am an assassin. Now step away from her."

"What?" I demand. "No!"

"Lyden, don't!" the Amazonian women screams, sensing what I'm about to do.

I super speed around Angela, planting myself between the two women, holding my hands out, a palm facing each of them. "I really don't understand what's happening, but Angela, if she'd wanted us dead, why did she kill the other two orcs?"

I see confusion blossom in the succubus's eyes at my words, but it's Brooke that speaks.

"Lyden, how did you move so fast?" I can tell that the question itself scares her.

"I don't know," I reply. "Something has changed in me, and we're going to ask someone if they know what it might be."

"You don't. . . . Wait! The only one in this direction that might have that kind of information would be TanaVesta, the Pillar of Fire. You can't seriously be taking him to her, succubus." The way she pronounces succubus is like an insult. "She'll kill him for sure!"

My mind is reeling right now. Brooke is an assassin? Why is she in that weird armor? She knows that Angela is a succubus? How did she even get here?

"I've already talked to her, and she's agreed to see him first," Angela shoots back.

"Figures one of your ilk would be on speaking terms with that monster. Did she promise you safe passage out afterwards?" Brooke seems to realize how dirty her blade is, as she takes a couple steps over to the headless corpse of the orc Angela had killed, and wipes her blade clean. Her eyes never leave the succubus.

Angela doesn't speak, but she does relax her stance. 

"Lyden," Brooke continues, her sea-green eyes now resting on me, "did she tell you about who she's taking you to? Did she explain what kind of creature TanaVesta is?"

"Angela told me she's a dragon," I reply cautiously.

"Ha," Brooke laughs. "Did she also tell you that she is one of the pillars of this world? Or that her slightest whim is law here?"

"I didn't want to scare him any more than needs be," Angela pipes up defensively. I stare at the succubus, unsure of what Brooke is talking about, but not liking the sound of things.

"You mean you didn't want him to be prepared for what you have in store for him," the armored woman shouts back.

"I don't mean him any harm," Angela screams, and I can see tears of frustration in her eyes.

"Stop it, both of you!" I yell, trying to get their attention. I turn to the redhead first, "Brooke, I don't know what your beef is with Angela, but she's done nothing but help me heal and recover since she met me." Not entirely true, but close enough for now. "And Angela, Brooke has been my friend since she saved my life when my parents died. If she'd wanted me dead, there've been plenty of opportunities to do so."

Something lands at my feet, and I look down to see my clothes.

"Well, you might as well cover up that bat between your legs, then," Brooke says to me, not quite smiling.

In all of the commotion, I had completely forgotten that I'm still naked. I feel my cheeks burning, as I rush to put on my clothes, but I warily watch both women as I do so. This is the first time I've ever been naked in front of Brooke.

The armored woman sheaths her sword, but still looks like she's ready to do battle at any moment. "So, you think he's becoming an incubus?" she asks Angela.

"No. Something's not right about that," the succubus replies, and I realize that an incubus must be a male version of a succubus. Apparently the orcs didn't know that either. "So you were there when his parents died, huh?"

I immediately know what she's getting at, and feel my anger rising again. "Stop it," I repeat myself. "Brooke had nothing to do with my parent's death. She found me two days afterwards."

Angela nods, but whether in acceptance or something else, I'm not sure. "Are you going to stop us from going?" she asks instead.

"Is this what you want, Lyden?" the redhead turns to ask me. "There must be other ways to find the answers you want." For some reason I can see worry, hurt, and pain in her green eyes, and I want to comfort her, but the blue armor and the knowledge that she's some kind of supernatural assassin stops me.

"I need to know, and I trust Angela," I tell her.

"But she's a succubus," Brooke shoots back. When I don't comment, she says, "I'll escort you to the dragon's borders, but I can't go beyond that."

"You're not invited," Angela states, and I turn to give her a look. "She's an assassin," she says in her defense. I'm no more moved by her argument than I had been about Brooke's, and she drops her head in submission. "Fine, but I'm keeping an eye on her."

"Good," I say, as I finally finish getting dressed. "Both of you can keep an eye on the other, and I'll feel that much safer." I meant it as a joke, but as the words leave my mouth I realize it was a very poor one, by the pain I see in both sets of eyes.

Angela finds a large stick that'll work as a club and somehow finds a leather thong to tie it to her skimpy leopard skin outfit.

I try to find something I can use as a weapon too, but other than a half gnawed bone, I see nothing.

Silence is our only other companion as we exit the cave, and see the peak where TanaVesta resides off in the distance.

After a while I get sick of the thick silence, and decide to break it with a few questions.

"Brooke, what did you mean by saying that TanaVesta was one of the pillars of this world?"

My long-time friend glances at me, then to Angela, before reluctantly saying, "I'm not surprised she hasn't told you more of this place." I shoot her a warning glance, surprised at my own behavior. Not that long ago, I was quiet and meek around her, despite having been friends for years. Her beauty was always intimidating to me, but after almost getting eaten by those orcs, I feel different inside. Stronger. Brooke sighs, and continues speaking, "Did she tell you that this world was created? Good. There were six creatures that banded together in ancient times, to create a world that we could live in relative peace; in other words, a world without violent humans. 

"The most powerful creatures were of each element: Water, Earth, Air, Fire, Light and Dark. They became the six pillars of this world, and set forth the laws that govern this place, as well as all of us that choose to live here.

"TanaVesta is the Fire pillar. All creatures that belong to, or are tied to, that element serve her. Like your succubus."

"Succubae are from fire?" I ask, confused.

"The fire of your loins, burning desire or lust. Sound familiar?" Angela pipes in, and I can see her point.

"Just so," Brooke agrees.

"They're also a bit demonic, remember?" Brooke adds, and I just shrug.

"You said that you can't go beyond her borders. Does that mean you serve a different element?" I ask, trying to wrap my head around the idea of six creatures powerful enough to create a whole world. And of course, I'm going to go talk with one of them.

Gulp!

"That's one reason. I'm under the Pillar of Water, Varun." The way she pronounces the name, I can tell she has a lot of respect for him or her.

"Is he. . .she. . .they, I mean, is the Pillar of Water a dragon also?" I finally sputter out.

"Ha!" Angela laughs. "Not hardly, he's nothing more than a—"

"Enough!" Brooke says quietly, as she draws her blade, cutting off Angela's speach. "Do not speak ill of my master, and I'll show yours the same respect." The silence is once again thick, and I wonder what Varun is, and if these two are going to come to blows before we reach the border.

If so, which side will I choose?

After about another half hour of silent walking, the air suddenly feels a lot dryer and warmer.

"I can go no further," Brooke says officiously, before turning to me, and I can see pleading in her eyes. "Lyden, it's not too late to turn back. We can find the answers another way."

"Will Varun know?" I ask her, and see tears begin to fall from her eyes.

"I can't. . . . I'm not. . . . We can't ask him," she finally finishes.

I look at Angela, and see calculating confusion on her face. At least she isn't taking this moment of weakness to poke at the redhead.

Walking up to my friend, I take her hands in mine, and look deep into her green eyes. "I need to know. Something has changed in me, something big. Is there a reason for it, or am I just a mistake?"

"You're not a mistake, Lyden," she tells me, hugging me close to her. With her chest pressed against mine, I'm surprised at how supple her armor is. I'm also shocked by her behavior, as this is the most touching we've ever done. "Never believe that you are a mistake."

I hug her back to me for a moment, before she pulls away. "I'll wait here for you. If you're not back within a day, I'll know you're dead." She takes another step away from me, before turning her back, and I know there is nothing more I can say or do for her.

Angela takes my hand, murmuring, "Come on," as we turn and face the peak.

Besides the air, the ground is noticeably different here. Before, it had been rich soil with lots of growth, now it's barren and rocky.

We walk in silence for a bit, which is disconcerting, as I'm getting sick of silence. I'd thought Angela's silence earlier had been because Brooke was there, but now that Brooke is behind us, the usually jovial succubus seems depressed. In her Amazon guise, it's actually kind of scary.

I open my mouth a few times to try to start a conversation, but I can never seem to form any words, and just end up shutting my mouth again.

The ground is rough and rocky, and very little grows on the side of this lone mountain. Thankfully I'm still juiced after my session with Angela before the orcs, or I'd have long since been winded. My throat is dry from breathing in the arid atmosphere, and trepidation about what is ahead really begins to sink in.

"You know she loves you, right?" Angela finally asks when we're halfway up the side of the peak. The question sucks the air from my lungs.

"What?" I ask, flabbergasted. "No, she's never. . . . I mean, we've always been friends, so I just thought. . ." Thought what? I wonder, unable to finish the sentence. Truth is, I've always wanted there to be more between us, but was always afraid I'd ruin our friendship if I tried.

"It can never be, though." The succubus's voice is quiet and somber. "One of the laws of this world is that there can be no permanent relationships crossing the boundaries of our two worlds. It's not the most powerful law, but when it's broken, an assassin like your friend there, is sent out to deal with it."

I suddenly fully comprehend her statement to Brooke earlier. "You think she killed my parents, because one of them was from this world?" Shock registers in my voice, but this time I can't shake the thought.

"It can't be, though," she continues. "The offspring of such a liaison is supposed to be put down as well. You can't be a cambion. That's one of an assassin's main jobs: to kill and destroy any such offspring."

"So, because I'm still alive, she couldn't have been sent to kill my parents," I conclude.

"But then why was she even there? Did she just happen to be in the lake you were boating in?" Angela asks, and then shakes her head. "There are too many questions, and not enough answers. Hopefully TanaVesta will be able to shed some light on what's going on."

"What's a cambi-whatsit?" I ask, confused by her term.

"Cambion," she clarifies, "the offspring of an incubus and a woman or a succubus and a man. Merlin was one, you know. It took decades to finally get rid of him. They're very dangerous."

And we're going to see one of the pillars that decried cambions were unlawful? Great. . . .

I spend the rest of the climb trying to cheer Angela up by picturing all sorts of sexual acts and mentally sending them to her. It seems to have little effect, until we reach the summit. I'm not entirely prepared for what I see, as I look out across a massive plateau. Four giant pillars, carved with intricate runes and various images representing fire, support a triangular roof, which is completely engulfed in flame. The flame doesn't appear to be consuming the structure, but I can easily feel the heat from at least a hundred feet below it. Tiered seating rises up on either side of the columns, filled with creatures from fairy-tales and horror stories. Most I don't even recognize, like the one with two heads, but one eye each, or the one that seems to be made entirely of hairy arms and sharp claws.

My attention is drawn, however, to the massive creature at the far end of the pavilion. Its scales glimmer red, refracting the light of the flames above, and smoke curls lazily from its nostrils. Its long sinewy neck seems to go all the way to its tail. Six large legs, each with six toes tipped with six deadly looking talons, protrude from its body. 

A true embodiment of the Chinese dragon: TanaVesta.

I have no idea how long I stand there, frozen in fear, sweat trickling down my back and my whole body shaking. 

"Look at the human quiver," a creature made entirely of blue flame shouts from the bleachers to a round of applause and jeers from its fellows.

SILENCE. The word seems to come from everywhere and yet nowhere. I don't hear it with my ears, but feel it in my bones. HE HAS COME A LONG WAY TO SPEAK WITH ME, AND I WOULD HEAR HIM.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 05



Angela's hand on my back propels me forward. As if on their own, my legs seem to remember how to walk. I step forward towards the center of the pavilion and then stop, my mouth going dry. I try to work moisture into my mouth, but the golden eyes, easily as large as I am, terrify me, and I can't speak.

Without warning the dragon vanishes, only to be replaced by a woman in a long flowing red cloth wrapped tightly around her body. Golden red tresses float around her shoulders, and if there was any doubt that this was still TanaVesta, her golden eyes vanquish it.

"Is this form better?" she asks me, her voice soft, yet commanding.

I nod, still not completely able to speak.

"And you are the one that Angela spoke to me about?" I nod again. The woman looks behind me at Angela. "This is not an aspect I've seen you in before, succubus."

"We ran into some trouble with orcs on the way here, my queen," Angela says, stepping up beside me and bowing her head.

"That's what you get for making your home in the Earth demesne," TanaVesta states bluntly. "If you'd move your home into my demesne, you'd be better protected." She doesn't wait for a response, before turning her considerable attention back to me. "She has told me that you seek to understand what is happening to you. That she has tried to feed on you while in our world, and you both grew stronger."

"Y-yes," my voice is barely above a squeak, "my queen." 

The woman laughs, and there is neither mirth nor malice in it, but rather a very deep hollowness.

"I am not your queen, little thing. I am merely a power beyond your reckoning." Again, there is no malice in this statement, but simple fact. "I confess that I too am curious about the nature of whom or what you are. For as I'm sure even your diminutive race knows, nature abhors a vacuum. Yet, energy was not simply transferred from one to another, as is the usual succubus way, but rather duplicated."

She takes a few steps towards me, and my knees lock in place. Her movement is gentle and smooth. 

Like a snake approaching a mouse.

"In order to learn from you, I must taste of you," she whispers, and I swear you can set a techno drum beat from the sound of my knees knocking together. She turns to Angela, and says, "You may watch from over there."

Angela bows, and goes to stand by one of the pillars, leaving me alone with the dragon in human form. 

She's going to eat me, the terrified thought courses through my brain like lightning, but it's still not enough to get me moving. 

She takes the last remaining steps towards me and leans in. Closing my eyes, I prepare myself for the pain I expect to feel.

Her kiss on my lips is gentle and soft, and completely unexpected.

"Yum, you taste divine," she purrs, and for the first time I hear actual pleasure in her tone. "I must have more."

Opening my eyes in surprise, I watch as the red clothe covering her is pulled away by invisible hands, leaving her naked before me. Her body is devoid of any hair, except for the light red tresses on her head. Her breasts are easily a D-cup if not greater, yet despite their size, they sit round and perky on her chest. 

With a wave of her hand, my mentally conjured clothes vanish, and I'm standing nude before a creature that is likely on par with the gods.

"Mmm, Angela chose well in you," she says, reaching out, and cupping my flaccid cock. I've been too terrified to even think about being horny, but at her touch, a fire rips through my loins demanding attention, and I'm instantly hard. "Very well, indeed." 

I'm overcome with lust and desire, my fear and trepidation vanishing in the flame of my desire for this naked woman before me. I no longer notice all the beings in the bleachers, nor do I care. I must have this woman, and I must have her now! Why won't my limb move? I wonder in frustration.

"Now then, let me get a taste of this first." The dragon drops to her knees, and kisses the tip of my swollen penis, sending new waves of lust through me and making my cock almost hurt, it's so hard. When she swallows the head between her ruby red lips, and I feel her tongue slide around my shaft, I moan in frustrated bliss at how good it feels. I want to place my hands on the back of her head. I want to bend her over and take her right there. I want to fuck her for hours, and never quit. That's right, I want to FUCK this creature!

Her left hand continues to fondle my scrotum, while her mouth does wonders, swallowing me deeper and deeper into her orifice. It feels so great that it doesn't take long before I'm firing deep inter her throat. Sticky jets of sperm fly from my cock, and are immediately swallowed by the powerful being.

As soon as I finish pumping what feels like gallons of cum into her mouth, this magnificent creature pulls back, and I can see some of my seed dribbling down her chin. She quickly scoops it up, and licks it off her finger.

I barely even notice the slight drain on my system from the powerful orgasm.

"Yes. . . . There is definitely something about you. I can taste the power you hold. But I understand the true power of an incubus is in the actual act of mating," she stands up, then says, "You can move now, my pet."

My arms and legs are finally free, and I don't even wonder that I'm still extremely hard as I pull her to me and into my arms. Her legs wrap around my torso, and my cock unerringly finds her hole, as I shove her down hard on it.

Her pussy slides around my shaft, and I feel complete, like I've never felt before. Her lips are on mine, as I move my hips in a frantic rhythm, driving into this goddess, and making her moan into our shared kiss. I can tell that her tongue is still forked, but I don't care, as for some reason I find myself being turned on even more. Her tongue wraps around mine at least twice, and she slides back and forth in time with our hips. My hands are on her small ass, and I allow my right pointer finger to delve into her crevice, until I find her puckered little hole. Without any warning, I shove my finger in to the second knuckle, and groan as her cunt clamps down on my prick.

"Oh, you humans sure are wicked," she moans, breaking the kiss, and I see her eyes roll back as she cums.

Pure life-sustaining energy floods into me. The torrent of life is so strong it tries to wash away everything that I am or ever was, and it takes all of my effort to hold on to who I am.

It also washes away whatever spell she'd put on me. I still find her attractive, and there is no denying that her pussy feels great around my cock, but I no longer see her as the greatest creature in the world.

She'd been manipulating me, and I feel my anger rise at the humiliation of it. All those creatures in the risers must be laughing at the easily manipulated human. Well, if they want a show, I'll give them one!

"You have no idea, sister," I say in answer to her statement, and see shock register in TanaVesta's large golden eyes. 

Before she has a chance to do anything else, I use my new energy to quickly pull her off me, flip her around, and then impale her ass on my cock, before her feet even touch the ground. She howls in either pain or delight, I can't quite tell, and I don't care.

With my hands on her hips, I pull mine back, only to drive forward again and again, making her grunt with the force of each impact.

"Oh, yes," she screams, and I realize she's enjoying the rough treatment, but then again, so am I. "My last thirty mates weren't nearly this good. I think I'm going to keep you."

I feel her spell try to take a hold of me again, but this time I'm somehow able to block it. I act as if it works though, just to see how things go. I will never be her pet.

"Yes, mistress," I say, trying to sound full of lust and obedience.

She shoves her ass back hard against me, and I lose my balance, landing on the smooth rock floor. It stings a little, but her colon stays connected to me the whole time, and as she leans back, I lie down completely. She places her hands on either side of my chest, and her feet about my knees, and starts lifting her hips up and down, sliding her tight sphincter up and down my penis.

Reaching around her torso, I grab a breast in each hand, and twist her nipples hard, making her cum again. As her pleasurable energy fills me once more, I let loose with my own orgasm, stuffing her colon with my seed as we shake and shudder together in utter bliss.

We lay like that for a bit, trying to catch our collective breathes. She's the first to recover, and I can't stop the moan that escapes me as I feel her colon slide up and away from my cock, leaving it naked and bare for the court to see.

Bending over, she smiles at me, cupping my cheek in her hand. "You, my dear sweet pet, are an abomination that never should have been." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and I have to strain to hear her. "You're a Generator. I should by all of our laws kill you on the spot, but I won't. I can use you instead."

Once again, I feel her willpower lock my body into place, as she stands up, and faces Angela. "I'm afraid, my dear succubus, that you will have to be detained. You know it is against our laws to bring a human here, into our world, and this man is nothing more than that."

I watch in futile horror as a couple of large hairy black creatures grab hold of Angela, and drag her away. She screams that I'm more than a human, and didn't break any laws, but the crowd in the bleachers ignores her as they cheer their queen.

TanaVesta turns to another of the large creatures, similar to the ones that'd taken Angela away, and says, "Take him to my chambers. Tonight I'll snack on human."

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits. Without his help, this story would have been a lot more lackluster. 



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 06



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Chapter 06
Fun with Dragons.

TanaVesta's golden eyes look down at me. Her large round human breasts bounce upon her chest, as she swivels her hips, making my stiffened prick stir around her insides. 

My cock is rock hard inside her, as she rapes me once again. I've long ago lost count of how many times I've shot my cum inside her, but she never seems to get enough. The manacles on my wrists and ankles stops me from being able to fight back or defend myself. Is it possible to be worn-out and suffused with energy at the same time?

Despite this being against my will, her pussy wrapped around my rod feels truly fantastic. There is a burning deep inside her that sets my loins and lusts on fire. My mind becomes muddled, trying to figure out if I want to get out of here or throw her down and have my way with her hot body.

Strength saturates me, as her cunt clamps down on me, and her juices flow down and off my scrotum. Her velvety folds ripple around my stiff member, and I moan loudly as I fire yet one more load into her, thus ending this round as she in turn receives vigor from me. At least this time it had been nonviolent.

"So, how are you liking the end of your second day?" TanaVesta asks me after pulling away from my wet shrinking cock. I can see my seed dripping down her leg as she walks away from the bed I'm chained to.

I shrug, trying to act nonchalant. "Eh, I've had better," I tell her, attempting to goad her into at least killing me. I can't say it's been torture, tied up in this antechamber. Every few hours she comes in here, practically raping me, while I'm strapped helplessly to her bed by chains and manacles. Because every session leaves us both filled with energy, neither of us requires sleep, making time go by painfully slow. I'd still rather be dead though, than helping this megalomaniac gain more power.

She's enjoyed terrifying me every chance she gets as well. One time while she was on me, she'd changed into a small dragon and bit off my ear. The experience made her orgasm, and suddenly my ear was back and whole again. I still shudder from that one.

She lets out a throaty laugh, changing back into a ginormous red dragon. Her scales shimmer in the sunlight pouring in from the side of the mountain peak that she makes her home in. "Ah, my pet, you are an interesting one. I don't do this for your pleasure, of course. If I could get filled up on life essence without you having any pleasure at all, I would. Unfortunately, if you don't reach your culmination, then I don't get my own powers magnified." The way she says that sends shivers down my spine, which only makes her grin more. Let me tell you, if a dragon of her size smiles at you and you aren't immediately terrified, then you're already dead.

Seeing that I'm not going to succeed in having her kill me, I change topics. "What have you done with Angela?" This isn't the first time I've asked this question, and I don't expect any more of a response than I've gotten every other time.

"Get some rest, my pet. I have a long meeting with two other Pillars. I likely won't be back for a few hours, so expect a double session when I return." She approaches me, leaning over the bed, and her large, split dragon's tongue slips out, giving my whole body a good lick. "Mmm, I can't wait to finally eat you one day, when I am the only Pillar left. It's been centuries since I have dined on a Generator. Your kind always tastes divine."

Before I have a chance to say anything or do more than shudder, she turns her bulk around, and a large boulder rolls into place, covering the alcove where she keeps me chained up.

Or almost covers. When it's still about a foot from being fully closed, something outside changes. Lights of myriad colors reflect off the smooth rock wall, creating intricate patterns and mosaics. Something tickles my mind, but I can't quite seem to understand it.

"Yes, master," I hear TanaVesta say, as if in response to someone, but I can't hear whom she's talking with. "It will be as you command. I have already set your plans in motion."

The colored lights flicker again, and again I almost feel something within my mind. It's almost as if I know there is something there talking, but no matter how hard I listen or look, I can't quite catch it.

"He is nothing, master; a pet to entertain myself with. He knows nothing of your plans." The sound of obeisance in her voice sounds odd and very unfamiliar to me. Who is she talking to? Who could create such a cowed response from the Pillar of Fire?

The colors swirl one last time and then vanish. 

"If my plans work out," I hear the dragon mumble, "I'll be able to destroy you when I'm done with the other pillars." The sounds of her leaving the large chamber echo around the room, and I sigh in relief to know I have a few hours until she'll be back.

Closing my eyes, I dream of happier days, of anything to take my mind off my current predicament. I remember dominating my boss, how she'd looked while getting off on her own fingers and wish I could have another chance to get into her pants. About meeting Angela, who is most likely dead already, and the fun we'd had together. I think back to growing up, and having the curly redheaded Brooke as my best friend. I even imagine her voice telling me to wake up, her hands on my chest, gently shaking me at first, and then getting rougher.

My eyes snap open as I realize that I'm not really dreaming, and I see Brooke standing over me. Fear and worry are thick in her sea-green eyes.

"Thank goodness you're alive," she sobs, and drops her head to my chest, hugging me tight.

"Huh?" I say as eloquently as I can manage, before my brain starts kicking into gear. "I'd hug you back, but I'm a little tied up at the moment."

She pulls away, wiping away a fresh set of tears, before looking at me confused. "Why don't you just break them?"

Flabbergasted, I stare back at her. Doesn't she think I've tried? I made my wrists bloody trying to break free of these chains. Luckily the sex with TanaVesta had healed me immediately. She seemed to take great pleasure in licking the blood off before ravishing me, which is the only reason I quit the futile attempts.

"I can't, they're too strong," I tell her, trying to pull my arm down to show her, and then staring in shock as the chain snaps. The manacle is still around my wrist, but the chain cuts short after about two feet. I repeat the gesture with my left hand, with the same results. Brooke pulls back as I yank my legs up, breaking those chains simultaneously.

I laugh. I just sit there and stare at my hands and feet, laughing. How long have I been able to do that? Is it because of all the vigor I've absorbed from the Pillar of Fire? If so, what else can I do now?

Brooke is looking at me worriedly again, and I realize my laughter has turned to manic giggling. It takes me a second to get myself back under control, and I stand up, stretching my muscles. I'm tempted to go after TanaVesta and kill her for what she's done to me; I'm so drunk on my own strength, I almost think I can do it.

"Hurry, Angela is keeping a watch out there. We need to go, before anyone comes here." Angela's name seems to set my mind back on reality. It's one thing to try and take on the red beast by myself, but I'd be putting two other lives in danger. I couldn't live with myself if I got them killed.

"She's alive?" I ask, looking for something to cover myself with. I want to run out and see her, but then I see the look in Brooke's eyes.

"Gee, Brooke, thanks for risking your life and coming to get me," she says wistfully under her breath, but I'm easily able to pick out the soft sounds of her voice. "I'm so grateful, that I'm more worried about a demonic succubus."

Shame fills my heart at her words. She'd come in here to rescue me, and one of my first concerns had been Angela. I look closer at my friend and see that her long curly hair has been pulled into a fraying braid, and she looks exhausted. She's still in her blue shimmering mail, but the bags under her eyes and the slump in her shoulders tells its own story.

"I'm sorry, Brooke. I thought she'd been killed." Something occurs to me, and I look sharply at my childhood friend. "I thought you said you couldn't enter TanaVesta's territory." Is she the real Brooke? "When I was in high school, and trying out for the swimming team, what advice did you give me?" I need to make sure this is her and not some dragon's trick.

She stares uncomprehending at me for a moment, and I feel fear start to replace my shame, until finally she answers.

"You're terrified of any water deeper than your knees. You tried out for the track team, and I told you to keep your eyes forward, and ignore the other runners around you." Her tone is level, and I can tell that she now understands why I had to ask.

Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tight to me, until she squeaks, and I realize I'm squeezing too hard. I really don't know my true strength, anymore. I'm so excited, I even give her a quick peck on the lips, before realizing what I'm doing and pulling back, my face turning beet red.

Her fingers lightly touch her lips in wonder, before she shakes herself, saying, "We need to get moving. I don't know how much time we have 'til she returns, but we need to be as far away as possible when she does."

Angela, still in her Amazon form, gives me a quick hug and a chaste peck on the cheek as we both squeeze past the boulder. I've given up on finding anything to wear and run naked next to the two women, through a maze of empty winding tunnels.

Something doesn't feel right about the path Angela is leading us down, and after taking a fourth torch lit hallway that is definitely leading down deeper into the mountain, I stop us. It's also getting hotter the further we go.

"Don't we need to be going out? We're going down. I thought the entrance was at the top, or the side of TanaVesta's chamber," I ask the succubus, fear filling me once more. I don't remember ever being this paranoid before, but after what I've experienced, I don't think I can be too careful either.

"If we were going back to the oak to get out, then yes," she tells me impatiently. "We'd never make it that far. There is another portal deeper down inside the mountain to get back to your realm. It'll be quicker to get to it, than all the way back to the oak."

She makes sense, and we start running again. My only concern is: why didn't we use the one here in the first place? We could have completely avoided those trolls. 

It only takes another five minutes or so, before our way is blocked by a flow of magma. The air above the flow shimmers from the heat of the molten rock, and I have to shield my eyes from its brightness after the dimmer tunnels.

"Great," I mumble before turning to face the succubus. "Is there another way around?"

"No, that's the portal right there," she tells us, pointing above the lava.

"You want us to jump into the lava? Are you nuts?" I demand, but I can actually feel it there, now that I concentrate on it. Something. . . It almost feels as though I can feel time slipping away through the heated haze.

"Not in. OVER," she informs me. I turn back to the burning river and shake my head. I might be able to make it over with my new strength, but there's no way either of the two women can.

I wish time didn't feel like it was slipping away. I need to think. Blocking the feeling of flowing time, I concentrate on the magma river.

"Oh, for the love of—" Brooke says as she takes a running leap, and vanishes when she's over the liquid rock.

Will I ever get used to magic?

I watch as Angela takes a few steps back, then dashes forward, elegantly jumping in the air, and doing a full flip, before vanishing.

"Show off"! I yell, certain she can't hear me. Crouching where I am, I shove hard off the ground, hearing the rock crack under the force of my push, and the world blurs around me before going black.

I realize my mistake too late, as soft looking tan ground hurtles past me. I shoved so hard that I almost feel as though I'm flying, but I know gravity will take over soon enough, and painfully show me who the boss is.

As soon as I stop ascending, and can feel myself getting pulled back downwards, I try frantically flapping my arms, as if I'm some cartoon character, and that'll save me. The chains still attached to my wrists jingle as I stressfully struggle to stay aloft. Somehow, after the direction my life has been going, I think it just might work. My shoulders flair with agony, and it feels like two sharp daggers are protruding from my shoulder blades. Something outside my vision grabs hold of whatever is back there, and I realize that one of the two women must be using their magic to save me. As thankful as I am, I wish it didn't hurt so much.

No longer worried about falling, I quit uselessly flapping my arms, and begin to plummet again. Once more I move my arms, but notice something at the same time. I can actually feel whatever is sticking out of my back, as if it's a part of me. 

"Nice wings," Angela's voice breaks my thoughts, and I see her flapping her own way over to me. From her back are two large gray bat-like wings. "I was afraid I wouldn't catch you before you hit the ground. When did you learn you could do that, and whatever possessed you to jump through the portal that hard?"

"About three seconds ago, I didn't want to get burned, and I wanted to outdo a show-off succubus," I tell her, feeling embarrassed. It had been a foolish thing to do. Neither one of them had pushed that hard from the ground, but the sheer joy of my extra strength and power is somewhat intoxicating, and I'm still not used to it. As degrading as it had been to be raped time and again by the red dragon, I'm not about to complain about my new strength, and I shiver in delight at what I want to do to the Pillar of Fire if I ever get my hands on her again.

I attempt to flap my way over to the succubus, and somehow end up upside-down, and headed quickly for the ground again.

Angela grabs me by my ankles, and with the size of her Amazonian arms, she is easily able to help me to the ground. "Easy now. Flying isn't as easy as it looks," she tells me as I regain my feet. She gives a slightly annoyed sigh, before adding, "I guess we're walking back to the assassin. Come on, she's this way."

It takes me a second to figure out how to wrap my wings about me, and for the first time, I notice the uncomfortably cool air after the heat of the tunnel, the stars in the night sky, and the endless dunes of sand around us.

"Um, Angela, where are we?" This doesn't look like anywhere in the developed world. Did we go to some parallel universe?

"The Sahara Desert somewhere southwest of Minya, Egypt." She continues trudging through the sand, without looking back.

Well, that would explain why we didn't use this portal to go see TanaVesta in the first place. I shudder at the thought of her name, glad to be away from the power-hungry red dragon, while at the same time, looking forward to destroying her. As powerful as she is, she's made an enemy in me.

We meet Brooke walking towards us, and she stops in shock at the sight of my wings. I see anger enter her beautiful green eyes, as she glares at Angela. "I see she's truly turning you into an incubus after all," she states, derision dripping from her tone.

"I don't think that's what's happened to him," Angela says carefully. I look to the tall woman, wondering why she isn't getting angry with my friend. What happened between these two back in that mountain peak? "Look closer at his wings. Those aren't the wings of an incubus. They look more akin to those of a dragon."

I don't remember sitting down, but there is no mistaking the feeling of sand in my naked butt crack.

Dragon wings? How? TanaVesta didn't have wings.

"Your master didn't have wings, succubus," Brooke echoes my thoughts.

"TanaVesta is no longer my master. I denounce her." The look in her eyes doesn't allow for any argument. I wonder how she must feel right now, with her entire world having been flipped. She'd called the dragon a friend, but the Pillar of Fire had arrested the succubus on false charges. "She can take the form of whatever type of dragon she pleases. The Oriental dragon is her favorite, I think because of all the chaos she caused in ancient China, before separating our worlds." Angela looks to Brooke, and I can tell that she wants the assassin to understand. "Look closer at my wings. I only have three fingers in mine. His have five, and are the same color as his brown hair."

Spreading my wings to get a better look at them, I end up tipping over and lying in the sand again. They're too big for me, I realize. While on my back, I examine my new appendages, and see that Angela is correct. The skin between the fingers is thick and leathery. Each bony finger ends in a curved and wickedly sharp talon.

If I didn't know what was happening to me before, I know even less now. I'm not becoming an incubus, but I have some of their abilities. I'm also apparently gaining the traits of dragons now. Do I absorb a person's abilities when I have sex with them? What then does that mean with Becky and Lisa? Will I start becoming a female? I sincerely hope not! Not that I have anything against women, but I like the way I am right now. Of course, that could lead to some interesting lesbian adventures. . . . Shaking my head, I try to come back to the present.

Brooke and Angela have been talking while I was absorbed in my own thoughts, but when I hear Brooke ask, "What's happening to him, then?" I perk back up.

"I'm not sure. TanaVesta said something about him being a Generator, which makes sense on one level, but doesn't explain his transformations." I can tell from her tone that Angela is just as worried about me as Brooke is.

"A Generator?" Brooke asks skeptically. "That's impossible. They were killed off after the four pillars made our realm, and neither of his parents were a generator."

"Wait," I interrupt, "you knew my parents?"

She flinches at my question, and I realize that she let slip something she hadn't intended to. "That's not important right now," the redhead tries to cover her mistake. "We need to find a way out of here as soon as possible. There isn't enough water in the air here, and I spent too long in the fire's demesne. I'll die if I don't get out of here soon."

Part of me wonders if this is just a ploy to change the subject, but I remember that she owes her allegiance to the Pillar of Water, and how tired she looks. It finally dawns on me to wonder if she's even human.

Sighing, I give Brooke a look to let her know I haven't forgotten my question, before turning to Angela to ask, "How long will it take to get to a city?"

"Walking from here? A couple days, which will be too long for her." She looks worriedly at my childhood friend, and again I have to wonder what transpired between the two while I was chained up. "I'm not strong enough to carry either of you while flying, but Lyden, if you can figure out how to fly, your wings are big enough. We could hit the Mediterranean before sunrise. Things will become much worse for her when the sun appears." I don't even want to think what the Saharan sun will be like.

I carefully stand up, being mindful of the weight of my wings, and stare dubiously at the tall Amazon. "How long did it take you to learn after becoming a succubus?" I ask her.

Her face drops in consternation, and I know I won't like her answer. "A little over a week." Yep, I really didn't like that answer. "But maybe with your larger wings, it won't take that long!" I can hear the hope in her voice, and I'm willing to try, if for no other reason than that I have to try something.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 06



Several failed attempts, one hour, and a massively bruised ego later, I give up. I'm still full of vigor after all the rapings by TanaVesta, but I don't think I'll ever get flying down. At least, not in time to save Brooke. Looking to the curly haired woman, I can see that she's having problems. Her lips are dry and cracked, she isn't sweating like Angela and I am, and her breathing is haggard.

"Why is she hurting so badly, this quickly?" I ask the succubus.

"This quickly? Lyden, she came to rescue you when we didn't come back after a day. She found and rescued me first, and we tried to get to you, but that rock was always blocking our path when the dragon wasn't with you." That means she was in the fire realm for well over a day. I shudder to think what might have happened to her if the red dragon hadn't gotten distracted while replacing the boulder in front of that antechamber.

"Don't worry about me," Brooke says, and her voice sounds even more dry and cracked than she looks right now. "Any minute now, the Pillar of Fire will realize where you've gone, and her minions will come pouring out of that portal. Get away while you can. I'll only slow you down."

"No!" I refuse her words. "I won't leave you or anyone else. We're all going, and that's that!" Dashing to the top of the nearest dune, I shove off hard from it, kicking a huge divot in the sand, and launching myself fifteen feet into the air. I spread my wings thinking, feeling, and knowing that this time I'll succeed. There is no wind to catch my open wings, except the speed of my passing. I wait but a moment, before giving a very controlled flap.

And plummet into the soft, itchy sand below.

"Dammit," I swear, not caring about my language, as I'm so frustrated. I stand up and start brushing the sand from me. I'd be a lot more comfortable if I had clothes on, I think, but know that learning how to fly is of greater importance.

Wait a minute. . . .

"It's almost as if your wings are too large for your body," Angela says, taking long strides through the sand over to me. I know she's walking and not flying out of respect for what little is left of my pride.

It just might work. . . .

"Have you thought about maybe shrinking them a bit? You could still carry her, if they were just a bit smaller, though it may also slow us down."

Closing my eyes, I picture in my mind what I want, just like Angela had taught me with the clothing, but this time I have something else planned. I mentally step into my image, and hear Angela gasp in terror, as I feel my body shift.

I also feel like a huge weight has settled across my entire body, and I'm physically and mentally drained. Opening my eyes, I look down at the succubus, and see that she's crouched, and ready to attack or flee. I crane my now long neck around and open my snout to speak to her, but my forked tongue doesn't want to cooperate with human speech, and I end up growling something instead.

IT'S ME, I mentally blast at her, LYDEN! My energy levels dip lower, but I still have more than plenty to function.

"But. . . but you're a. . . d-dragon!" she stutters.

I nod my head, and walk on four legs over to where Brooke is now laying unconscious. As gently as I can, I try to pick her up in my sharp teeth, but I'm too worried about hurting the assassin further.

"You want her on your back," Angela says, her mind finally catching on to what I intend. With her help, Brooke is soon situated in a depression on my back, which fits the redhead perfectly.

WHICH WAY? I ask, and Angela takes to the air, moving to what I feel is north. My sense of direction is drastically increased, and for some reason I feel more balanced with my wings as I take off running. As soon as I'm comfortable in this new body, I start to take running leaps between dunes, eventually using my wings to glide from one tip to the next. By the time we reach the sea, I'm not yet truly flying, but I'm gliding with ease.

In mid-leap I concentrate on my vocal cords and tongue, so that I can talk normally. The drain on my system is thankfully minimal.

"What laws did TanaVesta claim you broke?" I ask as soon as I land.

Angela looks at me for a moment, before answering. "There are many laws concerning you humans, and the rest of us. After the pillars made our realm, there was great fear that some of your kind would find a way to us, and continue to slaughter us. It became illegal to bring a human across. She tried to claim that I'd broken that law with you."

"But you didn't know I was different until after you brought me to your field," I protest.

"Actually, I had an idea that you weren't entirely human. Remember how you could see me when no one else could?" I had to agree that she was right.

"What other laws do I need to look out for?" I ask. The last thing I want to do is get more enemies after me.

"Concerning humans?" She waits for me to land from another gliding leap before answering. "We can't marry or create offspring with humans. Succubae are heavily watched on that law, but we can choose when to mate, and when to just have sex. Also, it's very heavily frowned upon for two different species to have offspring. There's no telling what the outcome might be. Some of the worst disasters in both our worlds came from the mixing of species." I realize that this means I can never truly be with either Angela or Brooke.

"How are generators made?" The look she gives me lets me know that my question didn't come out as smooth as I'd tried to make it.

"That's a heavily guarded secret, and only two of the pillars know: Light and Dark." Some emotion apparently registers on my draconian features, for she adds, "I'm sorry Lyden. I don't know how you came to be."

Angela leads the rest of the way in silence, staying aloft, and either she goes slowly for me, or I'm a lot faster in this form, but it only takes us about two hours to reach the Mediterranean.

The sight of so much water brings back terrors of drowning, from when I was a kid. My legs lock up, and my heart pounds to see that much water in one place. I know Angela is yelling at me to get Brooke to the water, but I can't move. Doesn't she realize that if I get close to that, it'll rise up and take what it lost so many years ago? I can't go near it!

The waves lapping against the sandy shore seem to be calling to me. "Come here, swish. Come join us, swoosh. Become one with us, shwash."

"Lyden, she will die if you don't get her to the water." Angela's frantic tone pulls me from the trance that the sea had placed on me, and my vision is swallowed in the succubus's swirling pupils.

"Die?" I ask confused. "I don't want to die."

Her slap against my scaly face finally breaks the last vestiges of my self-induced terror, and I know what must be done.

I have to carry her into the water, my mortal foe. I don't know if she just has to touch it, or be submerged, but with my current size, I'm going to have to travel further than knee deep to get her there.

I don't know if I can do this. I can still hear the whispers from the waves. I'm so tired. I feel like I've run a hundred miles, when I've really run a lot more than that. A bone deep weariness starts to seep into my joints, and I think how comfortable the sand would feel to lie upon. Just lie down, and take a week long nap. Doesn't that sound delightful?

The amount of willpower it takes to take the first step with my right foreleg is probably enough to move mountains, but it barely moves me. Thankfully, once in motion, my movements become easier, until all four of my legs are moving in their proper rhythm.

The relatively cool water touching my front talons almost makes me stop, but I know that once I do, I'll never get moving again.

My rear legs splash as they enter the water, and my overheated chest is suddenly chilled by a wave passing beneath me. Sensing no movement or even life from Brooke, I keep moving. Am I too late? Did I hesitate too long, and kill her in my procrastination?

NO! I have to believe that she'll be okay. She saved my life when I was a kid, and risked her life to rescue me from TanaVesta's clutches. Now it's finally time to return those favors.

A cold, bone deep chill sets into me as my wings sink below the surface, and I have to stretch my serpentine neck to keep my head above the water. "Just a couple more steps," I tell myself out loud, letting my voice be my own encouragement. Where is Lisa when I really need a cheerleader? "A couple more steps, and she'll be in the water."

The weight on my back suddenly shifts, and I have to carefully turn my almost submerged head to see what's happening. Angela is flying just above me, and has one of Brooke's hands in hers, as she tugs the still unconscious woman from me.

There is a slight shimmer under the water as her legs slip from my body, but I can't tell what is happening. Hopefully it means she's recovering.

The cold is really sinking in, and I know that if I don't get out of the water soon, it truly will claim me for good. I begin the ponderous task of turning my bulk around, and find that I'm breathing heavily from the effort. I'm tempted to change back into my human form, but I don't think I have the energy for it, and besides, this far out, I'd drown for sure.

The beach looks so inviting. Like a great place to take a nap, snuggled into the sand, head turned and tucked under my wing, and oblivious to the world.

"Lyden, what are you doing?" the winged succubus demands, and I realize that I've already begun to lie down while still in the water. The sound of the lapping waves still chants to me. Rest. Sleep. Lay down your burdens.

Angela still has Brooke's wrists in her hands, and drags her over to the beach, while I ponderously resume my trek. The waves help push me towards the shore, then become traitorous as they recede back into the sea. Every step seems to become more difficult, as my talon-tipped claws feel like lead weights.

Only thirty feet to go, I think. How did I get here? Twenty feet. Why am I here? Fifteen feet. Why am I so cold? I was so warm, not that long ago. Ten feet. So tired. So exhausted. When was the last time I slept?

Yes, a nap sounds so good right now. Just lie down, listen to the water, and close my eyes. . . . What is that annoying sound? Why won't it let me rest? Doesn't it know how tired I am?

"Lyden, you're coldblooded right now! You're almost out of the water. Just a couple more steps!"

Coldblooded? I can't be coldblooded, I'm a human. Right? Something doesn't feel right, and I stand back up, following the advice of the sensible voice.

"That's it, Lyden. One step after another. Keep going. You're doing great. Just take a couple more steps and you're out."

"I-I can't," I mumble, the exhaustion becoming too much for me. Collapsing to the ground, I finally get my sleep.

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"Wake up," Angela says softly, shaking my shoulders. "The water's not helping her enough."

My eyes snap open as I look around to find my friend. I spot her immediately, her lower half submerged in the surf, and still unaware of the world around me. As the wave pulls away, the early morning sunlight shines off some large blue-tinted fish that's slowly swallowing Brooke.

Panic stricken, I stumble to my feet, and just barely note that I'm human again, naked and no longer chained, as I run to the assassin.

I'm not prepared for what I find. Staring hard at her, my mind can't comprehend her transformation.

"She's a mermaid," Angela's voice says right next to my ear. I notice that her wings are gone, and she's back to her punk form: short blue hair, hazel eyes, and even a round nose-ring this time.

"A . . .mermaid? But—but, how?" I demand.

Angela gives me a funny look, before shaking her head. "I guess I should have told you before; mermaids are Varun's assassins. Centaurs for Gaia the Pillar of Earth, and kobolds are TanaVesta's assassins. Kobolds are also those large hairy things that acted as the Pillar of Fire's personal guards."

"But . . . a mermaid?" Somehow it just doesn't sink in.

"If you're done spazzing out, she still needs your help. She's too weak and needs you to give her some life," Angela says, as she looks deep into my eyes. I can see sadness there, and wonder what that statement must have cost her. 

What am I thinking? She's a succubus! She must be sad at the thought of losing Brooke, though that doesn't seem to fit either. If only I still weren't so tired, I could think clearer.

"But I'm still exhausted, and she's asleep. I can't do that to her!" I protest.

"Just go into her dreams, like I did when you were in the hospital." The way she says that makes it seem so obvious.

"Why can't you do it?" I ask, feeling shamed that I'm asking someone else to help Brooke, but I'm so tired.

"Because she's not into women," comes the easy response. I wonder how Angela could possibly know this, until I remember that she's a creature of sex. She must have some innate sense of what turns people on.

My friend still needs help, and I determine that I'll do what it takes.

Following Angela's directions, I close my eyes after getting comfortable in the sand. Well, as comfortable as I can while sitting naked in steadily warming sand. Sending out my thoughts, they touch upon the weak mermaid. 

Impenetrable blackness surrounds me, and I lose all sense of direction as I enter the assassin's mind.

"You don't belong here," a disembodied voice sounds from all around me, and I spin around trying to locate it.

"Brooke?" I yell. "I'm here to help you!"

"Why don't you go back to your demonic lover?" the voice sounds again, and I can make out the angry sadness in it.

"Brooke, you've been my friend since elementary. I can't lose you."

"What about her?" The voice sounds like it's solidifying, and I spin to face it.

"What about her?" I ask back. 

"Aren't you in love with her?" A shadowy form begins to take shape, and I take a step towards it, but I don't seem to move. "I believe she's falling in love with you."

It seems odd to hear that, after Angela had said the same thing about Brooke.

"No, she's just a friend," I reply back.

"Like me?"

Dang it, I can't seem to say anything right.

"You're different," I tell her honestly. "You've been there for me throughout my life. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. Brooke, you're not just my friend, but my closest and dearest companion."

"You'd think differently, if you knew the whole truth about me." Her form starts to fade again.

"Wait! Do you mean about you being a mermaid? I already know. I don't have a problem with that. Is it about you being an assassin? I've known that for days." Her form becomes more substantial, and this time when I try to move, her form comes closer to me. "Please let me help you!"

"But you don't know everything. . ." her voice trails off, but I finally reach her and hug her mostly solid body to me.

"And I don't care," I whisper back to her, and her form comes into complete focus as her arms slip around my waist.

"Are you really here, or am I just dreaming?" Her words murmured into my shoulder warms my heart.

"Yes," I answer both questions, smiling as she looks up at me. Apparently my smile is infectious and she grins back up at me.

"In that case—" she cuts herself off as her lips press against mine. The kiss is gentle and sweet as her arms pull me tighter to her. An eternity passes before she pulls away, and it still feels too soon. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." Her face nuzzles into my neck, and once again I feel warm all over.

"Why didn't you?" I ask, wishing she had on more than one occasion.

"It's against our laws to form permanent attachments to humans. It's too hard not to want kids, and they can become very dangerous." She sounds like she wants to say more, but doesn't, and I remember the conversation with Angela about that.

"Lyden?"

"Yes, Brooke?"

"Make love to me in this place." Her words, delivered so softly, carry a large impact. 

Placing my hand under her chin, I lift her head just a bit, and bring our faces back together. This time when our lips meet, they part, and I feel her tongue lick along my lips. 

Sucking her tongue between my teeth, I drop my hands down her back, until they're resting lightly on her rear. This kiss is very different from the last one; hungrier and more demanding.

Pulling up the back of her shirt, I allow my hands to glide up her smooth skin to the clasps of her bra. Despite the practice I've had at undoing these annoying things, I still struggle with hers. That is, until I remember that we're in her mind and with a quick thought, she is completely topless.

"Oh," she gasps, when her clothes disappear, and she steps back from me and stares at her small breasts. When she looks back up at me, I can see a gleam in her eyes, which is oddly juxtaposed by her sucking in her bottom lip.

I feel a sudden draft, and realize that I'm now completely naked.

"Oh, really?" I ask with a wicked grin, before making the rest of her clothes completely vanish. Her body is truly magnificent. Slim legs, leading up to slender hips. There isn't a hair on her body below her head, and even though her tits are small, about A-cups, they fit the rest of her slender body perfectly. "Well," I ask while arching one eyebrow, "Are you just going to stare at me, or can I continue fulfilling your request?"

"You'd better make love to me," she tells me, before literally jumping into my arms.

Laughing as I catch her, I gently place her on the non-existent floor and return to kissing her. I break the kiss, and brush my lips down along her jaw, to her neck, and then her chest. Returning to kisses once again, I nibble lightly around her mammaries, spiraling my way up to her nipples, before taking the small nubs between my teeth, and sucking gently.

Brooke is moaning softly by the time I break away from her tasty teats and kiss my way down her body. I stop off at her belly button just long enough to shove my tongue into the small dimple before going down deeper to her sweet sex.

Her love juices are already flowing as I dip my tongue into her hole. She tastes sweet and wonderful, filling my mouth with her fluids as she moans and grinds herself against my lips. Sucking in one of her labia, I chew lightly on it, until her moaning reaches a crescendo. I shove my nose against her clit, shaking my head back and forth, as I push my tongue into her as deep as possible. Her fingers dig into the back of my head as she cries out in pleasure.

Knowing that I need to transfer energy to her, and not away from her, I focus my mind on that task, but don't feel any different. Did I do anything wrong? Did she fake the orgasm? Why wasn't there some transfer of life?

Brooke's moaning brings me back to the present, and I decide to try again on her next climax.

Sliding back up her body, I smile down at her, my grey eyes meeting her sea-green ones. I line up my cock with her coochy, and she finally speaks up.

"I've dreamt of this moment for so long," she tells me. 

"Well, technically you're still dreaming," I tell her, and before she can respond, I move my hips forward and kiss her softly. My penis automatically conforms to her inner walls as I slide halfway in.

She pulls her face away from mine, and licks her lips. "Is that what I taste like in real life?" She smacks her lips a bit more, then adds, "Not as bad as I thought."

I move my hips back, and then drive forward again. "I think you taste wonderful."

"Shut up and kiss me." Before I have a chance to say or do anything more, her arms wrap around my neck and pulls my face back down to hers. Our tongues mingle while our bodies writhe.

"Oh, Lyden," she moans, "I love you so much. Never leave me!" Her body locks up, as she realizes the words she'd just uttered. I smile at her as I kiss her again, not entirely sure how to respond. Apparently it's the right move. Her pussy ripples around my length as she cums again, and again I try to transfer energy to her, but to no avail.




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Maybe I have to cum to give her strength?

Rolling us over, I pull her chest down to my hungry lips, then grip her hips and pick up our pace. I continue to drive up into her, again and again, truly loving the musical sounds of her pleasure as her sensitive folds slip and slide around my penetrating tool. I know I'm not going to last long like this, and I suck harder while picking up my pace.

Her third orgasm hits as I start to fire my seed deep into her crevice.

I still don't notice any change in my energy, as I try to pump her body with vigor and my ejaculate.

Truly exhausted after the last few days, and disappointed in my failure to transfer power to the assassin mermaid, I drop my head back to the black ground.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," I say before sadly pulling out of her mind. 

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a lot more lackluster.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 07



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Chapter 07
The long way home.

Opening my eyes, I'm greeted with quite the pleasant feeling. Looking down, I find my cock enjoyably being sucked by Brooke. Her curly red hair fans out across my legs, and I moan to let her know I'm enjoying what she's doing. Apparently my little trip into her subconscious has worked. Even with the hot sand under me, and the sound of a large body of water so close to me, Brooke's mouth has skills I never would have believed from such an innocent looking woman.

The green eyed woman lifts her head, making a slurping noise as my rod leaves her mouth and smiles at me. "I was so turned on by watching you in her mind, that I had to have a bit of you for myself."

That . . . doesn't seem right.

"Angela?" I ask while trying to blink back the brightness of the sun on my left, and then look over to find the real Brooke still waist deep in the surf on my right. 

Horrified, I push myself back from the succubus, not feeling right about her taking on my friend's form.

"Lyden? What's wrong?" The concern and hurt I hear in her voice only compounds my own confused feelings.

"I—I don't like you in her shape," I tell her honestly, and she looks down at herself uncomprehendingly.

"Oh my! I didn't even realize. Of course it would bother you to have me take your friend's form. I didn't even realize. I must have picked up on what was in your mind, and my body just changed." Her sea-green eyes, exactly like Brooke's beautiful orbs, stare beseechingly into my own, and I know she didn't mean to bother me. Honestly, I don't fully understand why it does. I've now mentally been with Brooke, and I've been with Angela more than once in different forms, so why should it bother me? Maybe it's because I'm close emotionally to Brooke. "Can you forgive me?"

Breathing out a breath I hadn't realized was pent up, I say, "Of course. Your body just reacted to what was going on. You weren't doing it on purpose." She smiles and lunges forward to hug me close.

"Thank you, Lyden. I promise to do what I can to protect you and not hurt you." Despite how I feel about the succubus in this form, having a beautiful and very naked woman hugging my naked form isn't killing my sex drive.

"Um, maybe you'll want to change, and we can continue where I woke up?" She pulls away from me, wide eyed, but grinning broadly.

"Of course! How would you like me?" She asks, grabbing her pert but small breasts and tweaking her nipples. Yeah, my sex drive is only rising from her display.

I think about it for a moment, before answering, "I'd like to see you as you truly are."

Shock registers across her delicate features at my request, and she stares at me in wonder for a moment, before saying, "I can't. Lyden, I—I told you before that I don't remember what I looked like originally. It was too many centuries ago, and I've been too many things in between." She gives me a tremulous smile, and I feel like an idiot. She had told me that, and I probably just made her feel bad . . . again.

Too many 'things'? I don't think I want to follow up on that thought.

Now it's my turn to apologize. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad again," I tell her in all honesty, placing my face in my palm.

I hear her move a little closer in the sand, and she lifts my face back up to meet hers. "No. You didn't make me feel bad. No one has ever asked that of me, and to have you do it made me feel, um, well, like I haven't felt emotionally in a very long time. Do you understand? It felt good! I would do it for you in a moment if I could, but the real problem is that I can only take on whatever form is in someone's mind, and no living mortal remembers what I looked like. TanaVesta does, as well as the demon that helped give me my abilities when he split off part of his soul, but I don't dare ask either one of them."

I can tell she's not happy, and I grasp her hands, picturing her in my mind the way I'd first seen her: blue hair, hazel eyes, B-cup breasts topped with nipple jewelry, slender hips, and pale skin. This time my mind adds a round nose and eyebrow ring to round out the image. I'm not sure if she can sense her change, or if her slight drop in stature is what alerts her to her own transformation, but she looks at herself, even pulling one hand from mine to examine her short hair, before grinning at me.

"This is your fantasy, huh?" she asks solicitously, and I can tell her mood has changed for the better.

"No," I tell her truthfully, "This is just how I first met you, and how I see you. I guess to me, this was the first real you."

Her joy is so fierce, that she tackles me to the almost burning sand, kissing me passionately. Our tongues mingle and dance, as her hands greedily grip my cock to aim it for her hole, before she stops and pulls her face back a moment.

"We might want to use the back door," she tells me, spitting into her hand, and then rubbing the saliva against her anus.

I wonder why the change, but when her sphincter begins to tightly slip down my rod, I forget to wonder and just enjoy. She has to pull up two more times, to apply more saliva, before I'm fully ensconced within her colon.

Even though my penis changes to accommodate her, and I know her ass is doing the same for me, she feels incredibly tight. The look on her face, as we get fully connected is truly a wonderful site to behold, as her hazel eyes are lidded by her mostly closed eyelids, and she sucks in a shuddering breath, emphasizing her smallish breasts. Her nipple rings recall me to the shiny metal I'd noticed in her crotch the last time we'd had sex with her in this form, and I move my right fingers down until I find it. It feels like a barbell, standing vertical, right next to her clit, and I start twiddling with it, not knowing what else to do. Apparently that's the right thing, as her eyes open wide, and she moans loudly.

"I—I feel like I'm twenty again," she sighs, as she starts to move her hips. I take that as a compliment and reach my left hand up to her right nipple, pulling lightly on the ring there. She shudders in pleasure, and I feel her sphincter grip the base of my cock hard as she cums, flooding me full of vigor and restoring much of what I'd lost last night.

Pulling my hand away from her soaked crotch, I use it to pull her chest down and to my waiting lips. Biting the metal ring between my teeth, I shake my head back and forth, while still holding her slight body close to mine. My hips take on a mind of their own, as they start to hammer up and into the succubus's rear.

"Oh, shit, Lyden. That feels too good. Oh, yes! It's—It's going, ungh, to, OH FUCK!" Her whole body shakes and shudders against me, as waves of pure unadulterated bliss blast through her body, overflowing into mine, and soaking my pelvis as creamy juices flow from her cunt.

I know I'm coming close and move both of my hands to her bum, using my strength to lift and then slam her back down on me. Sucking hard on her tiny nipple, almost sucking her entire teat between my lips, I prepare for what I know will be a strong ejaculation.

"I've changed my mind," she says breathlessly, but her words aren't registering in my bliss-fuzzed brain. "I want you in my pussy. I want to feel your cum flood my cunt."

Just then, my body locks up tight, as my penis swells, and I begin to fill her intestines with my seed. My body continues to convulse, as I feel her insides rippling around my rod, driving my pleasure higher and higher.

When reality comes crashing back down around me, her last words sink in, and she's hugging me tight. Even as my cock shrinks, her rear doesn't let me go, and I realize that her shuddering is from crying, not ecstasy.

"Angela, what's wrong?" I ask, worry washing away the last vestiges of my orgasm, but she just shakes her head. "Angela, please, it was too late for me to change. I promise I'll do it next time," I plead with her.

Her head lifts from my shoulder, and I can see tears still streaming from her eyes, though some small part of me notices that it's not marring her makeup. Even that small movement feels good on my softened tool, and she must notice it too, as she blurs and is away from me in an instant, now fully clothed. My body, where she'd been just a few seconds before, suddenly feels cool despite the early morning heat.

"I can't. . . . We can't do it again. The temptation was too much. I almost . . . made a huge mistake." My heart plummets to hear the sadness in her voice.

A mistake? I'm a mistake? "Angela, I'm so sorry. I don't understand. What did I do wrong?" I stand in the sand and only now realize that sweat is pouring from every pore. It's getting really hot out here under the Saharan sun, and I still don't have any clothes. I'd be tempted to get into the water, if I still weren't so afraid it would devour me this time.

She's back to my side in an instant, her hand on my cheek as she gazes up at me. "Not you, Lyden. Me. I wanted to. . . . Well, it doesn't matter now. It didn't happen, and it should never happen. The temptation is too strong, so we shouldn't be together anymore."

I attempt to place my arms around her, confused and hurt by her words, but she pulls away again, and before I can say or do anything, large bat-like grey wings protrude from her back and she takes to the air.

I'm just about to bring out my own wings and follow her, when I hear a groan from the water and turn to see Brooke start to roll over.

Brooke! I'd completely forgotten about her. Is she okay? I hadn't felt myself get drained when in her mind, and sudden fear that I hadn't done enough engulfs me. I'm still worried about Angela, but for right now she's healthier than Brooke is. My mind tells me that I need to worry about Brooke, but my heart still aches.

I rush to the mermaid's side, even braving the seductively lapping water, to check on my friend.

"Brooke, are you okay?" I ask, placing my hands on her shoulders. Her top half is still human, and covered in the same scale mail that I saw her in when she'd helped save us from the orcs. Only now do I realize that they match the same shade and pattern as the scales of her fish's tail.

"Lyden, what. . . ?" Her eyes open, and she gives a slight smile as she looks up at me. 

"How do you feel?" I ask, worry and fear still thick in my tone.

She ponders that for a moment, and I watch in awe as her tail splashes the water a few times. "Better, thanks to you." She looks around in confusion before asking, "Where are we?"

"Egypt," I tell her, "on the shore of the Mediterranean."

"Help me out of the water?" she asks, then does a double take. "Lyden, you're not afraid of the water anymore?"

I give a self-deprecating laugh before answering. "Terrified," I say. "But you needed me more, so here I am."

I watch tears well up in her eyes as I help her to her transforming legs, replete with a blue scale dress, the same material as her top. Only now do I realize that her lower armor somewhat resembles a fish's tail.

Will I ever stop making women cry?

"You really did save my life," she says, and I know her tears are ones of happiness. "Wait, where's your succubus?"

I'm silent for a long while as I contemplate how to answer that question.

"Gone," is the only word I can manage to say. Even so, that single word is filled with pain and anguish.

"Gone? But. . . . Was it because of how you helped me regain strength? With our shared fantasy, I mean?" Confused concern is in her voice as she speaks. I'm still not sure how the fantasy helped her, but I'm not going to dwell on it anymore, either.

"I don't want to talk about it," I tell her a bit more harshly than I mean to.

Brooke flinches and says something under her breath, and all I catch is, ". . . thought we had a deal."  Once more I wonder what happened between the mermaid and the succubus whilst I enjoyed TanaVesta's hospitality. Did you catch the sarcasm there?

"How are we going to get home?" I ask, wanting to change the subject, and this is rather important to me. I have no idea how long I've been gone, but I've probably lost my job. I spent about two whole days in the Shadow world, and while it had been the weekend, with the way time varies between the two worlds, I probably can't make it all the way home before Monday, if it's not already well into next week.

"I—" Brooke starts to speak, but a noise distracts her, and I don't get to find out what she'd been about to say.

Looking out over the water, I see it begin to bubble and rise. Whatever is under the surface is getting closer and fear grips my heart.

"It's finally going to get me," I say in terror as I hear Brooke murmur, "He's finally coming to collect me," with just as much fear.

I want to run. I want to live. Somehow my legs have a different plan, and I look at Brooke as she stares back at me. Our fear builds off one another, and I watch her lips move, but I can't hear the words over the sound of whatever is coming out of the water. I don't need to hear them however, as they're easy to read.

"I love you."

I open my mouth to shout something back, but whatever is in the water breaks the surface. I can't quite make out what it is. Something orange and rounded. It only takes a couple more seconds, which seem to take an eternity to pass, before I gasp in recognition of the thing. But how? How did it get here?

The Orange Bubble pulls up next to us, honking happily, and I hear the engine turn off.

Brooke is the first one to break from our stupefaction. "Um, Lyden, what is your car doing here?"

"Picking us up," I say, not entirely sure how the car had gotten here either. I remember it suddenly being outside Becky's house last week, but through town and through the Atlantic Ocean are two very different things.

"I can see that, smartass. I want to know how." She steps back from holding onto me.

"I don't know. Ever since Angela had some Cyclopes fix it up, it's been acting a bit strange." Angela's name on my lips reopens that fresh wound, but I've got other things I know I need to deal with right now.

Why did she go and abandon me?

I shake myself to get rid of the thought, as Brooke takes a tentative step over to my car.

"She managed to get Cyclopes to work on this? They almost never touch anything mortal-made," she tells me in awe. "They're Poseidon's offspring, you know."

"Poseidon? As in the Greek god of water?" I ask, dumbfounded. I thought the Greek gods were myths. Yup, just like succubae, mermaids, trolls, and dragons! When will I quit being shocked or so naïve?

"Or Neptune, as he was known by the Romans. The pompous man was god of the sea, not just water. Of course, 'god' is an overstatement. The ancient gods as they were known, were nothing more than powerful beings that used humans as their pawns. Egyptian, Greek, Sumerian, they were pretty much all just pumped up megalomaniacs." She runs her fingers around the rim of the still dripping door, before looking back at me, her eyes wide and full of wonder. "The succubus must have paid a heavy price to have this done. Cyclopes are not known for being generous. Even though they're the offspring of a sea god, most mermaids avoid them. They can get rather . . . violent."

Again Angela comes up, and again I have to push her away from my thoughts. It's a little harder this time, but I manage after a couple of silent moments. If only my chest didn't hurt so bad at the mere mention of her name.

"How do you think it found us, and do you think it can get us home?" I ask, trying to focus on the present.

"It's your car, so it's probably linked to you. As long as you're on Earth, it should be able to find you. As far as getting us home, yes. It got here, didn't it?" The way she says that so matter-of-factly makes me feel foolish. What other tricks does my car have up its sleeve? Or wheel well, as the case may be?

"Then let's get going. Do you think it can fly?" I ask, getting into the driver's seat, and starting it up. The keys are conveniently in the ignition.

"Probably not," I'm told as the beautiful redhead gets into the passenger's seat. "The one-eyed beasts aren't much for being airborne." The doors close, and then lock on their own.

Oh crap! "Then how—" I start to ask, a terrifying thought entering my head, but I'm cut short as my car's tires spin in the sand of their own accord, and we head back for the water. "No, no, no, no. . ." I repeat, scrabbling at the door, trying to open it. It's locked, and no matter what I try, it won't open. The brakes and steering wheel are just as unresponsive. I watch in horror as the bumper dips into the waves and keeps on going. Mentally I try to stop my car from trying to kill me, but it seems to have a mind of its own, ignoring my frantic mental commands.

"Lyden, calm down," Brooke's voice says next to me. "You need to breath normally, or you're going to hypervent—" 

Whatever she'd been about to say is lost as blackness creeps into my vision. I can feel the sea swallow me, and I know that this time it won't let me go.

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"Lyden, wake up," Brooke's sweet voice penetrates the fog around my mind, but I keep my eyes closed.

"Oh, Brooke," I say to the mermaid, glad to have my friend there. "I was having the worst nightmare. I dreamt that my car was trying to kill me by driving us into the sea."

"Um. . . ." The uncertainty in her tone makes my eyes slowly crack open, and I see a school of some kind of colorful fish swim past the driver's side window.

Panic grips my heart again, but Brooke grips my face and makes me stare into her green eyes. Sea-green eyes, like the sea around us. 

"You're going to be fine. Your car's not trying to kill you. I'm here. That's right. Just concentrate on me right now." Her soft crooning voice breaks through my fear, and I can feel my heart rate lessening. "You're entirely safe. I won't let anything happen to you." I nod thankfully to her, but that's not good enough. "I want you to say it. Say you're safe," she commands.

"I'm safe," I say aloud, and surprisingly feel safer. "I'm safe with you," I say again, feeling stronger now and making her smile.

Even though I feel safer, I don't dare look outside.

"Good," she tells me, releasing her grip on my face. "Now then, we need to talk."

And there goes my slightly growing feeling of contentment. I've not dated a lot of women, but whenever a woman says those fateful words, it usually means something like, 'You're a nice guy, but . . .' or 'I don't want to hurt you, so . . .' It's never been, 'Hey, I think I want to introduce you to my friend and have a threesome!'

"It's about what happened when you were in my mind." I have nothing to say and so keep my mouth shut. Thinking about how long we're likely to be travelling through the water, I'm afraid this trip is going to get rather awkward. Of course, I guess she could always get out and swim if she really wants to. "I didn't really have a lot of control in there. It really was like a dream to me, so if I said or did anything that bothers you, I want to apologize."

That's absolutely not what I expected to hear.

"Apologize?" I ask, thoroughly confused. "There's nothing that needs apologizing for."

For some reason she frowns slightly at my words.

"I . . . said some things that I shouldn't have, and don't want you to get the wrong idea," she says looking at her clasped hands resting lightly in her lap.

I immediately know she's talking about when she'd said she loves me. If she didn't really mean it, then why did she tell me again on the beach? Just because she thought we were going to die? Wouldn't that have made her more honest?

"Oh, that?" I ask, trying to sound off-handed. "Don't worry about it. I know how dreams can take a life of their own."




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 07



She smiles at me, but I can see a bit of pain in her eyes. What does she want from me? I can't confess undying love for her. Don't get me wrong, I care for her deeply and it may even be love, but I really don't want to get my heart broken again. It still hurts from Angela's betrayal.

"I'm glad," she obviously lies to me. "We can't really be together. It's against too many of our laws."

And just like that, I think I understand Angela's actions. Hadn't she told me that she can choose when to procreate? That would explain why she'd wanted to do anal, so that she wouldn't be tempted to get pregnant and why she'd acted like she had at the end. I wonder what would have happened if I had cum into her womb. I could've become a father. Another cambion, perhaps like me, would be born. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Then I remember something else. When two different species mate, there is no telling what the offspring may be. We could create a terrible and destructive monster. Or we could create a benevolent being. Either is just as likely.

Anger starts to fill me now, as I think I should have been given that choice. Shouldn't we have discussed it, instead of her making the decision on her own?

"What are you thinking?" Brooke asks me, breaking my train of thought.

Thinking fast, I reply, "I was wondering what happened with you and Angela back in TanaVesta's mountain. What kind of deal did you two make?"

"How did you— Nevermind," she says. Inhaling deeply, she's visibly trying to gather her thoughts before answering. "I thought you'd be in the dungeon, so that'd been the first place I'd looked. When I found your succubus, I was tempted to leave her there, but she somehow sensed me. Not many can when I don't want to be noticed." I wonder at that for a moment and even at the tone of awe in her voice, until I remember that she's some kind of assassin. I still can't reconcile that with the Brooke I grew up with, even after seeing her with her orc-gore covered sword.

"Well, she told me where you were being held if you were still alive, and that I'd need her help to get to you." She pauses, and I know that it's taking a lot for her to tell me this. I almost tell her she doesn't need to continue, but I feel like I need to know. "When we first got to the dragon's chambers, we found the boulder blocking the way into you. Neither one of us was strong enough to move it on our own or even together. We kept trying to find ways to move it when the Pillar wasn't with you, but nothing worked." Her eyes sparkle as she continues, "And then she left it cracked. At first I thought it was a trap, but Angela wouldn't wait. When I got into your chamber, I could sense how strong you were. I couldn't believe the power you held. The rest you know."

"But what was the deal you two had made?" I press.

She looks at me for a long moment, before answering. "When we were trying to get to you, we talked. You've been changing, and neither one of us knows why. I'm not even sure I like it. But it was obvious that we both cared for you. We almost came to blows over it, but when we realized that killing each other would only make things worse for you, we came to a truce." She's silent for a couple moments and I wait for her to continue. "Neither one of us would try to win you over to the other, if we should succeed in rescuing you."

Somehow I get the feeling that's not everything, but I choose to leave it there, for now. To know that two women almost fought over me, boosts my ego a bit. Even so, I'm not happy with how things are turning out.

"Angela'd told me I'm a generator," I say, wanting to have a different question answered. "Does that mean anything to you?"

Brooke flinches at the question, refusing to look at me, and her voice is soft when she answers. "Only what I learned about the creation of our realm. The six pillars that chose to create a new world for us, used the generators to bolster their power, and split off a chunk of reality for them to use. It's said that all the generators died in the process, or were killed afterwards, and no others have come to be since. Except for you."

No wonder TanaVesta was so anxious to have me. If she could build her power enough to challenge the other pillars, at my expense, and take over everything. . . .

"Why were the generators killed?" I ask, somehow feeling insulted, as if they had been close family that'd been murdered.

"With the power they could create, they were deemed too dangerous. If humans found a way to capture some and tap their power, they could have come to our world to continue their relentless war against us." The way she talks, makes me wonder whose side she's on. Sure, she's a mermaid and been raised and trained as an assassin, but she'd spent a couple decades living my world also.

"TanaVesta means to kill the other pillars," I say, knowing that they should somehow be warned. There are more important things than ancient history, right now. That is, unless history repeats itself. "Can you get word to them? She was meeting with two pillars when you'd rescued me. I think she meant to kill one or both at that meeting."

The mermaid is shocked at my words.

"She can't! They're called Pillars for a reason. Our world might survive if only one or two were to die, but if there were any less to hold up our portion of reality. . . . It'd collapse and every creature from my world would either be destroyed, or thrust back onto Earth. The chaos would be horrible. So many lives on both sides would be lost. I can't believe even SHE would want that!"

"Can you get word out about her plans?" I ask, seriously.

"I—maybe. I can't go to Varun directly, but if I can find someone to pass on the warning, then maybe. The real problem will be getting someone to listen to me." She suddenly grows hesitant. "I'm in rather bad standing with my kind, but I may still have a few friends that won't. . . ." she finishes quietly.

Feeling for her pain, I reach out and grip her hands. "What happened to you, Brooke? Why are you in so much trouble with Varun and the other mermaids?"

You'd think I was a dangerous viper the way she pulls back from me.

"If I'm to get that warning out, I'd better start now. Will you take me to the surface, so I can get out? Hopefully I won't be gone long, and I'll return, but if what you say is true, and I don't doubt you, then I need to get the warning out as soon as possible." From hesitation, to can't get away from me quick enough. Man, am I ever having quite the effect on women today!

I know she's changing the subject, and while my mind cries out to force the answer from her, my fractured heart speaks more gently. She'll tell me if and when she's ready.

For the first time I look out the windshield and notice that we're not driving on the sea floor, but swimming through it like a submarine. Even this small glance sets my heart pounding, and I feel blackness begin to creep in around my vision. I can almost taste the salty water as it tries to crawl down my throat.

No, dammit! I swear inwardly. I'm safe and sound. This car was built by mythical creatures and can do magical things.

Okay, so maybe that last bit doesn't help my mundane raised mind much. Glancing at my childhood friend, the mermaid assassin, I feel my resolve strengthen, and the feeling of slowly drowning recedes.

Taking hold of the steering wheel, I don't know what to do or say to make the Orange Bubble surface. Thankfully it reads my thoughts, and I feel us begin to rise.

When the car breaches the water, I can see what can only be the Straits of Gibraltar in the distance. How fast are we moving to be here already? I think about how many hours it must have taken my car to drive through the U.S. to the East coast, then across the Atlantic, and know that I'll likely be home before the next morning. Especially since I'm traveling with the sun.

Brooke doesn't say anything as she opens her door, and jumps into the water. The door closes on its own. All by myself, my thoughts turn back to Angela. Crazy as it seems, it almost feels as if I can feel her presence. Likely because she's the one that had repaired my car.

My mind plays over what Brooke had said about the price Angela must have paid to get the Cyclopes to work on my mundane car, as it dives back under the water, and I wait for the mermaid's return.

And wait.

I turn on the radio, even though I know I can't pick up any stations, and just listen to the static. I wake up as my car pulls up onto a beach, and my radio comes to life. People stare at the Orange Bubble as it come up on shore, and I wonder what they must be thinking, or how it must look to them.

"—playing only the best hits from the nineties and today on this lovely Sunday afternoon." I turn off the radio, stunned to realize how short a time has passed. Or is it Sunday of the next week?

I have my car stop off at a gas station to grab a bite to eat. Thankfully I find an old gym outfit tucked under the passenger seat. I don't remember the last time I've eaten, but the chips and gas station fare tastes wonderful as it goes down my gullet.

The rest of the drive across country is a blur, as I let my car have its way. Either no police are along the route, or they don't notice my car. It's probably the later, considering how Angela had driven through the city. The drive only takes a couple hours.

As the Orange Bubble pulls up to my apartment complex, two things occur to me. Becky's car is still parked out front, and Brooke has abandoned me as well.

The lead rock in my chest weighs me down as I head to the elevator.

I stop for only a couple seconds to stare at Brooke's door. I know I shouldn't, but I knock anyway and am not surprised when there's no answer.

I'm greeted very warmly by two pretty women, Becky and Lisa, as I enter my apartment.

"What are you two still doing here?" I ask, trying not to sound angry, but my heart hurts too much to sound happy.

"Twice now, you've had sex with one or both of us and vanished right after!" Lisa accuses me.

"At least this time you left a note," Becky chimes in. "You told us to make ourselves at home, so we did."

In actuality, I'd told them I didn't know how long I'd be gone and to use whatever they needed from my apartment while I was gone.

"I don't understand why you always leave so quickly afterwards," Becky says worriedly.

"Yeah, it's not like you have a wife or girlfriend to get back to," Lisa says. "We can tell that just by seeing your apartment."

I barely even notice that my place is immaculate. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slob, but I am a single guy.

"He does now," Becky pipes up, a tremulous smile spreading across her face as she takes one of my hands.

Or was single.

Well, I think, why the hell not. These two seem to want to stick around for the time being, and I really can't complain about either one. Both are pretty enough, Becky with her short petite body, and Lisa with her more forward attitude and athletic body. Yeah, I could definitely do a lot worse.

Like a succubus and mermaid that would rather abandon me than stay with me when I need their help.

"Absolutely," I force a smile as I bend down and kiss the brunette softly. 

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits, ideas, and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a LOT more lackluster and confusing.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 08



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Chapter 08
Daily Grind.

Something doesn't seem right. My body is cold, but I know I'm still in bed. And what is that sound? It sounds like. . . . Oh, and this feeling!

Opening my eyes, I hear Lisa giggle and see Becky's eyes smiling up at me. My cock is securely fastened between the latter's lips, and Lisa is holding her friend's long chestnut brown hair back and out of the way.

"Good morning, ladies," I say with a groggy smile as I quickly begin to get my bearings.

"We thought we'd wake you this way," Lisa informs me, while Becky goes back to hungrily swallowing my dick. "Hope you don't mind. Besides, it's the least we could do after you had those flowers delivered."

"Not at all," I tell them pleasantly. "Please don't let me interrupt you." Flowers? What flowers?

Lisa laughs as she lets go of her friend's hair and gets between my legs next to Becky. A moment later, I can feel her tongue licking around my scrotum. The talents of these two women are likely going to have me shooting off shortly.

"If you don't slow down," I tell the short brunette, "I'm not going to last long enough to take care of you two."

"Don't worry," Becky's soft voice says as my prick leaves her throat, "We don't have enough time for that anyway." Lisa takes advantage of the free knob, and swallows it between her lips, while her friend's hand runs up and down my saliva slickened rod. "We'll be late if we stick around that long," she states and then shares a kiss with Lisa, my phallus in the middle.

One of their hands, not sure whose and not caring at this point, starts fondling my balls, and both women begin humming, sending delightful sensations down my cock and into my spine.

"Oh, unh," I grunt as I place my hands on the backs of their heads, blasting off a load of sperm. Each jet arcs high, before coming back down and splattering their cheeks.

Feeling slightly spent, my head falls back to my pillow.

"Oh wow," Lisa says, "I love how energized I feel after tasting your cum."

"Yum, me too," Becky agrees before licking my seed from her roommate's face. They share a passionate kiss, swapping my cum and cleaning each other off at the same time.

Smiling, I fall back to sleep until my alarm goes off.

I find myself alone as I get ready for work, surprised to find a couple ants in my kitchen as I make my breakfast.

The flowers the girls had thanked me for are on the counter, and I wonder who they could have been from. A note attached to them simply says, "Thanks for all your help."

Probably meant for someone else I decide, and finish getting ready. I don't mind getting rewarded for someone else's work.

Whistling happily, I get ready for work, until I get in the Orange Bubble.

My car gently hums as I sit in the parking garage below my office building. I know I should go in, but Brooke's gentle scent still resides in here, and as pathetic as it may seem, I don't want to leave. Even as happy as Becky and Lisa make me, I still miss my childhood friend.

Being in here also reminds me of Angela, and everything she's done for me.

"Mr. Snow?" A knock on my window startles me, and I look out to see Guard Lansbury shining a flashlight in at me. "Is everything okay? You've been sitting in here for a while."

For a moment I just stare at her, uncomprehending. How did she know? Then I notice a security camera behind her. 

The worry I see in the large woman's blue eyes penetrates my gloom, and I open the door, stepping out.

"I noticed your car sitting down here for a while, but you never came in," she tells me. For once her tone and words are more concerned than raunchy or risqué. "Thought you might be whacking off in here, and I wanted to come check it out." Then again, maybe not.

"Wanna fuck?" I ask, not even caring about my language.

"But I can see that you—wait, what?" Confusion paints her tone as she tries to assimilate my question. I really can't blame her. With the exception of that kiss last Friday, I've never really hit on her. She's made very overt advances towards me; maybe even enough to create an HR complaint, but to be honest it's never really bothered me. Asking her like this is completely out of character for me, but right now I can't seem to care.

My girlfriends, Becky and Lisa, pass through my thoughts. There's a term I'd never thought I'd say, relative to myself. 'Girlfriends.' They'd woke me up slightly early this morning with a fantastic blowjob. And yet, here I sit mooning over two people who've abandoned me, and propositioning a woman whose only real sexual attraction is her inhumanly massive breasts. Oh, and she's a great kisser.

I dismiss those thoughts. What does it matter? What does anything matter? Sooner or later one of TanaVesta's goons is going to come for me, to haul me back to her. Brooke and Angela have abandoned me. I might as well enjoy life as much as I can, while I can.

"Wanna fuck?" I ask again and watch as her cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

"I. . . but you. . . um. . . I mean. . . huh?" She's actually kind of cute with that bewildered look on her face, a slight flush to her cheeks.

"Of course, we'll have to find a spot that doesn't have any security cameras watching," I continue as if she understood me completely.

"Are you feeling alright Mr. Snow?" she returns to her original thoughts. Almost like a computer that gets rebooted by an illegal command.

"Fine enough," I lie to her cheerily, "and call me Lyden. Of course, if you'd rather not. . ." I leave that hanging, not truly caring one way or another.

Her blue eyes blink a few times, as she realizes that I'm actually serious. I watch as she chews on her cheeks, trying to come to a conclusion. "Come with me, I know just the spot," she says as I see steely determination enter her eyes. 

Somehow I know that she feels this might be some trick at her expense. With her size, her childhood would have been rife with cruel teasing. Flashes of mean kids taunting her because she was overweight, flit through my mind. I see a younger version of her, as an eighteen year old, going to her senior prom with some guy that looks like he was custom built as a linebacker. I see him dancing with Lansbury, and know that this is the highlight of her life at this point. The mental imagery blurs, and I see the two alone in a hotel room, as Jennifer (I now know that's her first name) gets undressed, expecting to finally lose her virginity. Why isn't he getting undressed, she wonders, as she frees her enormous breasts from her bra. She blushes rather prettily under his gaze. Just as she starts to tug her panties down, already soaked with anticipation, the door to their room bursts open. Half the football team streams in, some with cameras, pointing and laughing at 'the delusional heifer'.

I stop in my tracks as my mind pulls out of hers, and I have a better glimpse into this woman. I now understand that her raunchiness and general attitude is a shield: a way to protect herself against anything like that ever happening again.

I also know that she's still a virgin. She's never allowed anyone to get that close again.

Shaking my head, I try to come to grips with this new ability of mine, probably acquired from Angela. Despite all the conversations I've had with this woman, I was never aware of this side of her. Somehow it makes her more human to me, rather than just a fixture in my office building.

"Jennifer, wait," I say to the large woman's back.

"I was wondering when you'd spring the joke," she tells me, and I feel a lance of emotional pain pierce me. She thinks I'm just like those bullies from high school.

"No, that's not it," I try to say, but she talks right over me.

"You want to know the sad thing?" Her back, still turned to me, is stiff, and I can hear that her tone is bland, emotionless, as she talks. "You've always treated me well. You never treated me like the fat tub of lard that I am. I thought. . . I mean, after that kiss last week, I thought that maybe. . . ."

"Jennifer, you don't understand." Placing my hand on her shoulder, I'm not prepared for her to spin around and jab a finger into my chest. Apparently her arms are rather strong, as my chest is now smarting where she'd poked me. I can't miss the tears in her eyes.

"I don't understand?" she demands of me, jabbing my chest with her finger again and knocking me back a step. "Oh, I understand just fine. Do you think I don't notice how people look at me? That I don't realize that I'm a large woman? Yes, Mr. Snow, I understand just fine what a delusional heifer I am!"

Before I have a chance to respond, she turns and storms off. For a larger woman, she can move faster than I'd thought.

Now I really feel like shit. She's always treated me well, if a bit like a sexual object instead of a human. And even though my intentions weren't to hurt her, I'd gone and done that anyway. Why couldn't she have taken two breaths to let me explain?

Wait, maybe I can email her. I know it's not as good at doing it in person, but right now I think it may be my only chance of getting her to understand my intentions.

Great! Now then, what are my intentions? I wonder as I pass the checkpoint into the building–noticeably absent of Guard Lansbury—and head for my office. When I'd asked if she wanted to screw, I'd been serious. It was only after viewing into her past that I became hesitant. My intentions were never to hurt her.

"You failed to come to church yesterday," AnnaBelle greets me as I walk through the door. "Your eternal soul will never be cleansed and free of the evil that surrounds you if you don't make the effort. Our Lord and Savior is willing to help you, but you have to be willing to meet him halfway. I know Reverend Michael Chilton can help you come to terms with God."

This is the wrong thing to say to me at the moment. I spin on her, piercing her with my gaze. My mind floods with images and thoughts, while my mouth begins speaking without me consciously forming the words.

"Is that what you tell yourself when you lie awake at night fantasizing about your college aged neighbor's son? Or what about that one time when you were in college and your roommate invited you to join her and her boyfriend?" There is heat in my tone now, but I don't let up, as knowledge about this pious woman flows into me. "Maybe, when you're sitting in the pews at your church, you can convince yourself that you're the epitome of goodliness. That you don't covet your neighbor's large screen TV. Or how you have to lie to yourself about how happy you are in life?"

Tears, brimming in the older woman's eyes, pull me from my anger, and I shut my mouth. I know I shouldn't have said all that, but her high and mighty attitude, coupled with the last few days really tipped me over the edge.

"I may not be perfect, Mr. Snow," she tells me, and despite the tears in her eyes there is steel in her voice, "but I'm trying to be better." Without breaking eye contact with me, she stands, grabs her purse, and finally looks away before heading for the door. "Tell Mrs. Lance I'm sick today." And with that, she's gone.

What the hell is wrong with me? I wonder as I sit down at my desk. Both Thomas and Debbie refuse to look my way, and I don't blame them. I feel like scum right now. I used language that I prefer not to use down in the garage, ended up hurting a friend of mine, and then came up here and aired AnnaBelle's dirty laundry for all to hear. Brooke and Angela abandoning me doesn't give me the right to act like this. Maybe they were right to do leave. I'm turning into some kind of monster.

But maybe I can make amends to at least one of them right now. Logging into my computer, I type up a quick but heartfelt email to Jennifer Lansbury. I check the box for a read receipt so that I'll know when she's read it.

Sheila Lance walks in, just as I hit send. She gives me a slight smile as she walks to her desk, but otherwise doesn't say anything.

Debbie tells her that AnnaBelle called in sick and leaves it at that, though she shoots me a dark look.

A popup on my screen informs me that my email to Guard Lansbury was deleted without being read. Dammit! No. . . darn it. I need to stop swearing, even if it is such a minor word. I may not be able to change the past, but I can at least control myself.

"Mr. Snow," Sheila's voice rings out, and I realize I'm getting sick of being called by my last name today, "I need to talk to you about your last report."

My last report? Yeah, right! She's trying to look stern, but there's no mistaking that gleam in her eyes. I'm actually kind of glad that AnnaBelle isn't here at the moment. Thomas and Debbie across from me can't see her face, luckily.

As I stand up behind my desk, I see my boss grab a stack of papers before walking out the back door. Following her, we head for the same conference room that I'd taken control of her in last Friday. She's wearing one of those tight light-colored skirts that hug the hips, then goes slender down the legs, and a pair of black pantyhose underneath. Her torso is covered by a white, frilly, sleeveless blouse. I know what she's after, even before the door closes behind me, and I feel her plaster her body against me. Her lips press against mine, and I feel her tongue try to force its way in, but I just stand there, neither helping nor stopping her.

After a few futile seconds of this, she steps away with a bewildered look on her face. "What's wrong?"

I could tell her about my very long weekend, or about the scene in the parking garage, or even my conversation with AnnaBelle, but I decide not to. I probably shouldn't have followed her back here, but I can feel all of my frustration and anger come together, and before me is a way to release it.

"I didn't tell you to speak." My voice is soft, but firm and I see a spark of defiance blossom in her eyes.

"Now Mr. Snow, last time was all well and good, but—" My boss yelps as I cut her off using my additional strength to pick her up, sit in an armless chair, lay her across my lap, and deliver a solid smack to her behind. "Mr. Snow!"

Whack! Some of my frustration leaves me. This is better than therapy!

"I'm your master," I remind her, and she slumps in my lap, shaking slightly. "Now then, are you going to be my obedient slave, or do I need to remind you of your place?"

"No master," she says breathily, weakly. "I will obey."

I smile, even though I know she's not looking, and gently rub her behind. Her skirt displays her slender contours nicely, and I can feel myself growing harder under her as my hand explores her buttocks. Moving my hand to the side where the zipper is, I slide it down. She lifts her hips to allow me to remove the clothing, and I'm shocked to see she's wearing a G-string.

"Did my slave wear these sexy panties just for me?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes master," she purrs. "Your slave only wants to please her master."

"I am pleased," I tell her evenly as I slip my right hand under the thin string and rub along her crack. I easily find her already wet snatch, and slip my pointer finger inside.

She moans as I use my thumb to rub across her anus, and slip a second finger into her front. "Mmm, yes master! Your slave thought about you all weekend, wanting to serve her master."

The third person speech seems a bit odd, but I don't let it get in the way of my enjoyment. Or my relaxation.

"If you've been wanting to serve me, then why are you the only one getting pleasure?" I ask, pulling my hand out of her and giving her a light tap on her right butt cheek.

Without hesitation she jump out of my lap, turns, pulls down my zipper, and reaches into my underwear to pull free my hard penis. She shudders slightly as she lays eyes on my member, before slowly moving her hand up and down. The feel of her fingers wrapped around my stiff wood elicits a moan from me.

"That feels better, slave," I tell Sheila, "but I want you to suck it."

"Your slave has missed the flavor of her master's cock," she announces right before swallowing the head of my snake between her lips. My rod conforms to the shape of her mouth as she sucks me in deeper to her throat. I can feel her tongue moving around my shaft as I grab the back of her head and moan at how good she is. I can sense her beginning to choke, and I pull her hair back, until she can gasp for air.

My cock is covered in her slippery saliva, and the look in Sheila's eyes is not one I expect. A combination of adoration and subservience pours from her, and my mind seems to enter hers, before she gobbles my prick back down her throat.

All of a sudden I understand why she is the way she is. A lifetime of trying to climb the corporate ladder, always taking charge and being in command. She had approached sex the same way, always finding it dissatisfying and even sometimes like work. She'd been worried that there was something wrong with her, something that was stopping her from enjoying sex. She couldn't even get herself off. 

So instead she had devoted that energy to her job and become a bitter woman, receiving little satisfaction in what she did, but moving up in the business world.

That is, until I'd come and turned everything upside down for her. Last Friday I hadn't accepted her control, and instead took charge. At first she'd been angry with me, but as I spanked her, she'd found herself getting turned on, until her pussy was veritably dripping from excitement. She'd decided to see how this would play out and had been shocked when she'd been able to get off while her employee had watched. What's more, she'd been even hornier after he commanded her to suck his cock. 

I now know that she has even undergone laser hair removal on everything below the neck, because she couldn't stand the thought of anything on her not under her direct control. She didn't truly understand herself, but with my help, she is beginning to.

All weekend long she'd been looking forward to today. Only when the time came, she'd kissed me, and felt nothing. Disappointed, she'd been about to walk away, when I'd taken control again, and she knows now that she will do whatever I want, as long as I continue to evoke this delicious response in her. As long as I will tell her what to do.

In short, as long as I make her my little cum slut slave.

My mind becomes my own again, and I moan again as Sheila's mouth is rapidly bobbing up and down my phallus, my length entering her tight throat. I know exactly what I need to do to please this subservient woman.

Too late my mind flashes to my girlfriends, Becky and Lisa, and while I know I'm cheating on them, I remember something Angela had told me back at the beginning. She always tried to help people with her talents. Just because the succubus has abandoned me doesn't mean I can't follow her advice.

Grabbing a handful of hair, I pull back sharply on my boss's head, until she's looking me in the eyes. "I am pleased with my little cum slut," I tell her and see pleasure fill her brown orbs. "I want to give you a reward."

A broad smile splits her lips as I stand her up and lead her over to the conference table. Sitting her on the edge, I kneel before her and waste no time in pulling the thin fabric covering her sopping slit aside, finally getting a taste of her. She cums almost instantly as my tongue dives into her hole, and raw pleasurable life flows into me. I know I don't need to block any of it anymore, as what I'm taking isn't enough to hurt her. Her crotch has a tangy flavor to it that isn't unpleasant at all. I start to shove her shirt up, but she grips the hem, and pulls it up over her head. Her bra is white and lacy, and barely even there. I don't even feel an underwire as I slide my hands under the thin cloth, kneading her round firm flesh, and making her moans louder.




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I truly enjoy how smooth the skin around her vagina is, and suck hard for a few seconds on her clit, before letting up and lightly tickling it with the tip of my tongue. I repeat this a few times, while my fingers rub lightly against her raised nipples, until she's cumming in my mouth once more. As energy flows into me, I stand and go back to my chair.

Sheila continues to shudder for a few minutes, until her climax passes, and then she gives me a bewildered look.

"What does my cum slut want?" I ask her.

"To please her master," she replies without hesitation.

"That's good, but what do you want?" I respond, and she continues to look confused for a moment. Her eyes drop down to my erect penis, and I can see that she is beginning to understand.

"Your slave wants her master's cock," she says softly, almost uncertainly, as though she's afraid that she has the wrong answer and is going to be punished.

"Where do you want my cock?"

Her grin returns as she realizes that she'd been right and proudly states, "She wants your cock in her dripping, horny, tight pussy, master. Will master fuck his slave?"

"If my slave wants it, then she needs to come get it," I say, slipping slightly into her mode of speech.

She actually bounces as she runs to me, and jumps into my lap. I catch her with ease, but don't set her on me quite yet.

"Take it," I command her. "Take your master's prick, and put it in your little cunt."

Her hand darts down, and grips my large phallus, aiming it for her hole. "Fuck your slave, master! She needs to feel you in her."

I let her loose, and she drops down, my cock splitting her vagina wide, and setting me on fire. Apparently the heat is shared, as she goes wild in my lap. With her head whipping back and forth, and her hair flying, she pulls my head to her bra-covered chest. Pulling up her bra, I latch onto her right nipple, making her pussy grip my meat in response.

"Oh, master! This feeling. . . . Your slave feels so full and complete. Thank you master. Thank you for treating your slave so well!" Her voice is loud as she cries out her bliss. Once again I'm thankful that we're far enough away from other offices, that we won't be heard.

Her orgasm strikes again, and this time my own enjoyment is too much as I ejaculate into my once domineering boss.

Energy flows back and forth between us, driving our passions even higher, until finally, out of breath and sweat dripping down our backs, we come back to Earth.

With ease, I stand up, setting her on her feet. Her legs give way, and I have to support her for a couple minutes until she can keep her legs under her.

"I don't know where you came from, Mr. Snow, but thank you." Her words warm me, and I smile at her.

"Please, call me Lyden when it's appropriate," she looks at me, and I realize my mistake. I had said 'please'. Thinking fast, I grab her buttocks, pulling her tight to me, and in a steely voice state, "But my little cum slut had better realize her place when we're completely alone." Without waiting for her response, I pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately. To my surprise, she has one more small orgasm, and once again I have to hold her upright.

The kiss only lasts until she comes down from her peak, before I pull away and put on my pants. A noise at the door makes me freeze, and I realize we'd forgotten to lock it. Panicking, I run to it looking out, but not seeing anyone. Had someone been watching us? If so, we could get into a lot of trouble.

"What's wrong?" Sheila asks, as she finishes getting dressed.

"Nothing," I respond, not wanting to give her undue stress, but unable to shake the feeling that something is wrong.

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"Make those changes," Sheila tells me as we reenter our office.

"Yes ma'am," I say, trying to hide my smile before heading to the bathroom to cleanup.

Sitting back at my desk, I glance across from me at Thomas and Debbie and see them busily typing away. Had it been one of them outside the conference room door? Or worse yet, had Guard Lansbury come looking for me and been directed back to that conference room?

Shaking my head, I try to get back to work but can't shake the thought of Lansbury, or of being watched. I need to find a way to apologize to the security guard and let her know I meant no harm. Even though I know it's pointless, I write another email and send it to her, after brushing an ant off my desk. 

The insect must have travelled in on my clothes. I think I'm going to need to call the landlord and get an exterminator to my apartment.

By the time I'm done for the day, I have no response and no return on the read receipt.

The trip home is fast, as expected, and I just let the Orange Bubble have its way. I wonder why I never get pulled over, or even have any traffic problems, and just guess that it's another trick the Cyclopes put into my vehicle. Maybe it can go invisible like Angela can.

My girlfriends had told me last night that they would stop back by tomorrow. I'd found out that Lisa is a martial arts instructor, mainly focusing on Aikido. In the evenings she goes to the local college to get her business degree. She'd invited me to train in her dojo, and I think I'll take her up on it. Who knows when that might come in handy?

Becky, on the other hand, goes to college during the day, working towards a law degree and working as an intern for one of the prominent law firms.

Personally I'm jealous of their ambition. Both of them will likely be a lot more successful than I am.

I ignore Brooke's door but find mine unlocked. I must have forgotten to lock up when I left. I'll have to work harder on that. Sometimes my memory isn't the best. I head for the kitchen to figure out something for dinner. I'm still a little down but think that maybe a good meal will help my spirits rise.

Another small red ant crawls across the counter as I'm cutting up some chicken, and I crush it under my finger before getting back to my cooking. It does strike me as odd that an ant would be all the way up here. Maybe it came in with someone and is lost now?

Mixing all of my ingredients, I throw it in the oven to wait.

And kill two more ants. Did some kid's science experiment or ant farm break? No, more likely came in with the flowers. No matter, they're dead now.

I go to look at the flowers, wanting to make sure all the ants are dead, but my phone rings, startling me, and I go over to answer it. I know a lot of people eschew having a landline, but I'm always so forgetful with my cell, half the time even forgetting to charge it. Also, I can give this number out for work or business stuff, keeping my cell for personal use. I pat the small phone in my pocket, just to make sure I even have it on me.

"Hello?" I ask into the handset.

There is silence on the other end for a couple moments, and I'm about to repeat my question, starting to get the creeps, when the person finally speaks.

"Um, Mr. Snow?"

The voice is quiet and hard to make out but somehow familiar and definitely feminine.

"Yeah, you got me," I reply, trying to sound relaxed. Why do I feel a shiver running down my spine?

There is an almost imperceptible laugh before she continues. "D-did you mean what you said?" She pauses and I wrack my brain for any clue as to what she's talking about. "In the email," she thankfully clarifies.

"Jennifer?" I ask, finally recognizing the voice. She must have gotten my number from work.

"Yeah, sorry, guess that would help," she tells me but seems very nervous.

"Of course I meant it," I tell her. "I never meant to hurt you. You've always been a friend to me." Despite what happened between us this morning, it feels a little odd to hear her so insecure, and without making any nasty jokes.

"C-can you come meet me?" she asks, and again I wonder at her change in attitude. 

"Of course, where at?" I'm not really in the mood to do anything sexual with the large woman, but I feel that deep down I need to mend our friendship. And yes, truth-be-told I wouldn't mind getting my hands on her enormous knockers.

She gives me an address, which I write down along with her number from the caller ID, and hang up.

Why do I still feel creeped out?

"I'm afraid you're not going anywhere, Lyden Snow," a deep baritone voice sounds behind me. Something is odd in the tone, almost like there is chittering or clacking in it, and I spin around to see who's in my apartment. "Your protective threshold is weak. Killing you will be easy."

I'm not prepared for what I find as I turn around. Red ants, thousands if not millions of them are gathering together in the middle of my living room. The floor looks like it's broiling and bubbling with so many insects. The voice seems to be coming from their center as they pile up and come together, almost looking like a reverse avalanche on a small hill.

Where did they all come from? Some currently unimportant part of my brain wonders, while the more pertinent side of me demands I flee immediately. Unfortunately, neither side is talking to my knees or feet, which are shaking but otherwise immobile.

In horror, I watch as the ants make two columns that come together at the top, and then continue building. The mass writhes and moves in an unsettling manor as the ants continue to build. Too late, I realize that they're building a body, as the now noticeable chest is completed and two ant-made arms grow from the shoulders. The head is the last to form, and while everything is still the red of the small ants, subtle shading gives me the impression of a humanoid face. That is, if human faces had long mandibles protruding from the sides of their mouth.

The mandibles move, and the deep voice now seems to come from the head of this monster as it speaks.

Terror infuses my bones at its words, and I find myself rooted to the floor, hardly able to think much less speak.

"TanaVesta sends her greetings and thanks for your help in defeating two of the Pillars. Unfortunately for you, she has also commanded your death. Seems you're too dangerous to leave alive." Those words are the only warning I get, before the things maw opens wide and a gout of flame comes pouring forth. 

On the counter I notice that the flowers that Becky and Lisa had thought were from me are wilted and dead. Why do I notice such trivial things when a fiery death is hurtling towards me?

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits, ideas, and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a LOT more lackluster and confusing.

I read all of your comments, and take all your advice to heart. If you see any mistakes, or have any advice, please let me know, so that I may improve upon tis story.



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Chapter 09

Fire Ant. 

"Oomph!" Grunting, I slam into the back of my couch, barely dodging the fireball. It explodes behind me, sending a wash of painful heat over me.

Wasting no time, I get back to my feet just in time to jump over my couch. The second gout of flame powers into the couch, shoving it back and taking me with it.

What is this thing? A humanoid creature made out of red ants and spewing fire? Ugh, might as well call the thing a fire ant. . . . I know, a bad pun, but the heat is on with this one.

"Hold still, and your death will be quick," the things gravelly voice sounds, just as the fire alarm goes off.

"Sure," I say, trying to milk the sarcasm. Peaking around the edge of the couch, I see the fire ant slowly stepping around the furniture to get a clear shot at me. "Giving up has always been my style anyway."

Looking behind it, I see the door to my apartment up in flames. Well, at least now I know where that first attack hit.

The thing's mandibles open wide, and I super-speed to my last hope of escape: my back window, over twenty stories up.

Crash!

The window shatters as I dash through it, and I find myself once again falling from a deadly height. Panic grips my heart, and for a second I freeze before remembering to grow my wings.

Too late I feel the drain on my system as pain in my shoulder blades shatters my consciousness, and I black out.

* * *

I'm not sure if it's the impact that wakes me, or if . . . naw, it's definitely the impact. My body aches as I lift my head, and see a flickering shadow lean out of a broken window. I watch in horror as the thing shakes, scattering itself and sending ants flying in all directions.

Somehow my apartment building starts moving away from me. In confusion I watch as the wall slides past me, and then of all the absurdities, the large building actually turns.

Now wait a minute. . . . Rolling over, I find myself nestled into a decent sized dent in the top of the Orange Bubble.

"How the. . . ." I trail off as my car comes to a stop, and the driver's side opens up. It takes me a moment to coordinate rolling off of the vehicle, as my wings get in the way. They must have slowed my descent enough to land almost safely. I have to tuck them in tightly to my body as I slip into the driver's seat.

To my surprise, the car doesn't immediately get moving. I don't know how long before the fire ant coalesces and comes after me, but it shouldn't take long before it's on my trail again. Then I realize my vehicle is waiting for me. It strikes me as odd that sometimes it will act on its own and other times, wait for me to do something.

Where can I go, though? The sun is just setting on the horizon, and I don't know where Becky or Lisa work; but even though Lisa is a martial artist, I don't want to get either woman involved in this.

My mind goes to Jennifer Lansbury and how sad she's going to be that I'm going to end up standing her up. I'd call her, but I lost the paper with her name and address on it, and I'm not sure if my phone survived the fall.

Without warning, my car pulls back out into traffic, and I turn to see the fire ant forming back up as it comes out of my flaming apartment building. Thankfully it's not spewing fire into traffic as it begins chasing me. Also thankfully, with all the rubberneckers passing my burning building, the monster gets slowed down. Somehow the Orange Bubble is able to find an opening, and soon the beast is far behind me.

But where am I going? The last thought I'd had was. . . .

"No," I say, realizing what my VW Beatle had picked up on. "I can't involve her either! Guard Lansbury isn't going to be able to help. Find Angela or Brooke! One of them will know what to do." If my car takes my advice, it doesn't show. I try to take control of the wheel, but it won't budge, and the pedals do nothing.

Finally I give up, and just watch the scenery zoom by. It takes a force of tremendous will to remove my wings, without blacking out.

I'm surprised when my car pulls up outside of a grocery store.

"What are we doing here?" I ask, but my question is answered as Jennifer walks out, pushing a cart full of food. "No, I won't involve her," I declare, but the Orange Bubble betrays me by honking twice.

"Mr. Snow?" Even through the closed door, I can clearly hear her.

Sighing, I open my door and step out. "I hope that's for dinner," I say nodding to the food in her cart, "because I'm famished." I don't want her involved, and try not to let on how hard my heart is still beating in my chest. Supernatural monsters trying to kill me is NOT a good way to end the day.

She just stares at me, shock painted plainly across her face. "What are you doing here? How did you find me here?" she manages to get out after a couple of uncomfortable seconds. "I was certain you wouldn't show up, but how did you know I was here? And what happened to your car?"

"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask, trying to act cool and nonchalant. "The Orange Bubble is really smarter than I am, and brought me here." My car actually revs up a bit as I say that. Just how smart is my vehicle?

She pushes her cart closer to me, a scowl marring her face. "Are you making fun of me, Mr. Snow?"

"No!" I promise. "Please, call me Lyden." She's now facing me directly, angrily meeting my eyes.

"Didn't you have a good enough laugh at me at work? Did you really have to stalk me and tease me some more?" I can smell a bit of liqueur on her breath.

What the heck? I thought she'd wanted to meet me after reading my email.

"Dang it, Jennifer, I told you that wasn't my intent, and I'm not here to make fun of you now. I—"

"Oh my god, why are your clothes burned?" she asks suddenly, cutting me short. She grips my shoulders, flipping me around, and as I look down I realize that my pant legs have been charred. I guess that thing had come closer to cooking me than I thought.

"Yeah, see, I was at this BBQ, and this guy showed up thinking I was the main course—"

"You even have ants on you," she says, and I feel a chill enter my bones.

"A-a-ants?" I stammer, and turn to look. I find one immediately. It's crawling across my shoulder.

"And what did you do to your shirt? You have two large holes in the back. Lyden, you weren't at one of those S&M bars were you? I know how kinky some men get." While I'm happy to hear her getting back to her normal self, the fact that I'm finding ants on me is enough to set my teeth chattering. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or do you want me to do something with it?"

I'm looking around furiously, trying to watch all directions at once. The monster has to be close. What's that shadow over by that truck? Is that a chittering sound I hear by that car? I can barely hear anything over the sound of my own heart thumping painfully in my chest.

"Jennifer," I say, trying to keep my voice calm, but knowing that my fear is bleeding into my tone, "Whatever you do, don't turn around."

I can see the thing clearly now, stepping under a street lamp, and walking calmly towards us.

"What do you mean, don't turn around? Hey, who is that?" Of course she doesn't listen. Why should anyone listen to perfectly good advice?

Well, if my advice is going to be ignored, I might as well dispense some more. "Don't worry about that. Just get in my car, and let's go."

I know the thing is somehow tracking me through the ants. Pheromones maybe? How did it know where I lived? But if I can get far enough away, and kill any ants I find, then maybe I can escape the killer.

"Has this guy been bothering you, Lyden?" Jenifer stands, and faces the oncoming horror.

"Lyden Snow. You cannot escape me. Your death has been commanded by the Pillar of Fire." The thing's voice doesn't sound any less scary in the open air than it had in my apartment.

"What the. . . .?" Jennifer says as the thing comes close enough for the monster's mandibles to become visible.

"Get down!" I shout, tackling the large woman out of the way, as the fire ant's mandibles open wide, and flame spurts out. We hit the ground just fine, but the Orange Bubble isn't as lucky. In horror, I watch as flames spread across my faithful vehicle as if it were covered in gasoline.

"Oh, hell no!" Jennifer screams, shoving me off her and standing to face the creature.

"Jennifer, no! You can't—" Before I have a chance to speak further, she reaches into the back of her pants, and pulls out a pistol she has hidden there. Thunder cracks as she fires off a couple rounds into the fire ant's chest. I watch in burgeoning hope as I see the rounds slam into the creature, and pieces of it burst free from the impacts of the two rounds.

The fire ant doesn't even seem to notice. In fact, if anything, the thing begins to laugh.

"What IS that thing?" Jennifer demands, as she pulls me away from the advancing fire ant and fires a couple more shots at it.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I shout over the sound of her pistol firing a couple more rounds.

"Try me," she snarls. "Right now a fire breathing thing is trying to kill us. I might just believe whatever you have to say."

I decide not to point out that it's technically after just me. "Okay, well, it's a man-thing, made up of fire ants."

She only gives me a partially skeptical look, before checking her magazine. "Damn! I only have a few rounds left. And double damn the new laws!" She shoves the magazine back in and then pulls me down behind another car. Flame lances over our heads, but the car blocks it from us. "I need to get to my truck. Do you think you can get to my cart?"

"Your. . .? I don't think we need food right now. We need to get out of here," I tell her.

"Dammit Lyden, I don't want the food in there. I have a can of Raid in one of the bags. Been trying to fend off some roaches." I can tell she's a bit insulted at my words, but what was I supposed to think?

Raid. Right. . . . "I don't think there is enough Raid in that store to kill that thing." I sound sooo optimistic right now.

"Can you do it?" the large guard presses me.

I glance around the car and see the cart, then the flaming remains of the Orange Bubble on the other side of the fire ant. Dang, that fire burns fast! Can I do it? I'm exhausted and out of energy. I overdid it with my wings and escaping that thing in my apartment. I don't have the strength to even run right now.

I stare into Jennifer's large blue eyes and nod my head. I'll do it, or die trying.

I just wish that latter option wasn't the most likely outcome.

The big chested woman shoves me away, taking off running and firing her last few rounds into TanaVesta's hired thug. "Over here, you hot piece of insect riddled meat," she calls, getting the thing's full attention. "Are you only a one trick man? Can't you do anything else to please a woman?" Even under pressure, she manages to be raunchy. My respect for her increases.

Moving quickly to the other end of the car, I try and sprint for the unguarded cart. So, maybe sprint is too strong of a word, maybe something more like shambled quickly. Anyway, I'm able to reach it without incident, but groan as I see how many plastic bags are in the thing. How am I going to find a single can of Raid in here?

"Lyden," Jennifer screams, and I hear an odd clicking sound, "Any day now. I only have one round in this thing."

I spare a glance at her, and see that she has a double barrel shotgun in her hands, apparently grabbed from the cab of her truck, and I understand her plan. Unfortunately, the fire ant's attention is back to me as well, and it starts running back my way.

Frantically, I start pulling bags out and dumping their contents onto the asphalt. Eggs splatter, and a carton of milk breaks open, but no cans of Raid.

"Lyden. . . ." Jennifer yells a warning at me. Looking up, I see the thing inhaling to fire at me, and I shove the cart and start moving.

Wait, was that it? Frantically I lean into the cart, falling in and start tearing at the spot I thought I saw it. The cart continues to roll.

Yes! I cheer in triumph as I hold it up. Naturally that's the moment that the moving cart hits a curb and sends me tumbling out. I even manage to lose my grip on the can, and watch in horror as it rolls away from me, and under a car.

"Lyden, quit fucking around!" Jennifer screams, but I ignore her as I scramble to my feet just in time to avoid another bolt of searing hot pain. The cart and what contents remained end up well done. If I weren't so terrified for my life at the moment, I'd almost enjoy the smell of cooked food. Hey, I missed dinner, remember?

Catching up to the can, I reach under the black car, scoop it up, and turn to throw it near the monster. My aim is poor as I'm off balance however, and the can flies straight at the fire ant.

"Fuck!" I scream, yelling the worst word I know in my frustration. Can't I get at least a little break?

The thing doesn't even try to dodge, and the can strikes it in the chest. To my surprise, instead of bouncing off, the ants that make up the thing's body pull the can into its torso.

"Jennifer, NOW!" I bellow, and I watch as the things mouth opens to expel fire at me. I know I'm not going to get away from it in time. Everything seems to slow as I watch the heat build up in its throat. I know that I only have a couple seconds left, until I'm a Kentucky Fried Chicken. The thing roars, and then appears to grow larger, its chest expanding out. Is it trying to make me extra crispy with more flame?

Jennifer must have shot the thing with her shotgun, I think, as the monster is suddenly engulfed in a cloud of smoke and fire.

Something doesn't feel right, and it's hard to hear through the loud ringing in my head, but it dawns on me that I'm lying on my back.

And laughing.

I'm alive, I think, and then can't hold it in anymore, and scream, "I'm ALIVE!"

"But you won't be free for long unless you get up and we get out of here." Jennifer leans over me, and I find myself thinking about just how large her breasts are. She's holding her hand out to me, and with a strong grip, she pulls me up. "I hear sirens," she tells me, and suddenly I'm worried again. My apartment is burned up, and after the fires, and the gun shots here, the police are going to want to talk to me.

I let the woman pull me over to her truck, and I get in the passenger side. I wave one last farewell to the remains of the Orange Bubble as we peal out of the parking lot. The flames are dispersing, but I can make out that my car is nothing more than a blackened husk. I can still make out the dent in the top, where it had caught me from my fall earlier in the evening. Thoughts and memories of all the years we'd been together, and even of the time spent under the ocean, flit through my mind as the city zooms by.

At some time, Guard Lansbury puts her shotgun back into the rack in the back window, and I only absently note the two unused shells in her hand.

"What made you think to throw the can into it, instead of by it?" she asks me. "I planned on shooting the can as it got close to the thing, but your plan worked much better. I'm guessing that the internal heat was too much for the can, and it exploded. Do you think it's dead?"

She continues to drone on, and I decide to take a nap.

It feels like I only have enough time to blink, before Jennifer is shaking me awake.

"Wake up, Lyden. If you think I'm carrying your skinny ass into the cabin, think again!"

"Cabin?" I mumble, wiping some spittle from my cheek.

"I thought about taking you back to my place, but I've never let another man in there before. The cabin seemed like a smarter choice anyway," she tells me, and I can only smile and nod. I'm completely exhausted. "It only has one bedroom, and the bathroom is out back, but you can sleep on the couch. You look too tired to tell me much tonight, but I expect a full explanation in the morning."

I stumble more than walk into the cabin and collapse onto the proffered couch. I don't even notice how dark the cabin is.

"No hanky-panky. I'll be locking my door," are the last words I hear before oblivion folds me within its wonderful embrace.

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Birds chirping are the first sounds to penetrate my consciousness, and drag me from a terrible dream of being chased by ten foot ants, waiving their antennae at me, and trying to get me to stay for a BBQ.

"'Bout time you woke up," Jennifer says, and I look over to see her lounging in a wicker chair, sipping from a steaming cup of something that smells deliciously like coffee.

"Got another one of those?" I murmur as I groggily sit up. She goes to the attached kitchen, and pours me a cup. I realize that there's no electricity in this place, and know that the coffee must have been made over the wood stove.

"Now start talking," she tells me as I take my first sip, burning the tip of my tongue on the bitter brew.

"It won't be easy to believe," I tell her, but the look she gives me says I'd better get yapping. I tell her about how I'd somehow seen Angela in my office, and everything since then, glossing over the sex, but otherwise giving it to her straight.

"A generator?" she asks when I get to the part of the story where TanaVesta held me captive. "So you can stick a light bulb in your mouth and make it light up, like Uncle Fester?"

"Not quite," I chuckle as I finally feel the effects of the coffee kicking in. "Somehow I draw in energy from someone, magnify it, and then return it."

"You draw in energy from someone? How?" I can tell she understands that question just about as well as I do.

I've been trying to avoid this, but decide that she deserves complete honesty after saving my life last night.

"Sex. Through orgasms, to be more precise." The look she gives me is enough to know that she doesn't believe a wink of it. "I'm not trying to make fun of you, I swear."

"So what about all this stuff you say you can do? Move really fast, or what did you call it? Super-speed? Changing your clothes? Do something like that."

I try to give her the same look she'd given me, but it just bounces off her tough exterior. "I can't," I admit. "I'm worn out and exhausted. I used up too much last night, and haven't been able to recharge, so to speak. I haven't even eaten since lunch yesterday."

"If that's your way of getting into my knickers, it's not working. As for food, I had a whole cart-full, and someone went and got that destroyed."

"Look, I thank you for saving my life, but I'd probably better get going. No telling when another assassin might come for me," I tell her as I start to stand.

"Not happening," she tells me while standing up to block me, and the strength of her grip on my shoulder, coupled with the fact of how easily she holds me down, causes me to give up. "I already used your phone to call in to work. I told your bitch of a boss that you were sick and pretended to be your girlfriend."

OUCH! Sheila's not likely to like that! On the plus side, I guess my phone is working fine.

"You didn't tell me your apartment burned down." Her tone has turned accusing, as she sits back in her chair.

"The fire ant," I tell her, and she nods.

"So, if I have this straight, you're some sort of supernatural being that magically creates power. Your best friends are a succubus and a mermaid, and there's a god-like dragon that's out to kill you. That sound about right?"

"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds crazy," I reply defensively. "Besides, you left out my debonair charm and good looks."

She laughs at my joke, but it's soon swallowed by an uncomfortable silence.

"Look, Jennifer, I don't want you to be in any more danger. You saved my hide last night, you're tougher than you look, but I still count you as a friend and don't want you getting hurt."




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 09



"Ha!" she snorts back at me. "That's what your email said. You don't want to hurt me. Well, did you ever stop to consider how I feel?"

"Um. . . what?" I ask, thoroughly confused. Of course I had thought about her feelings. How else would I have been concerned about them?

"I know I'm no spring chicken," she says, only deepening my confusion, "but I'm still a woman at heart. I guess there's no use hiding the fact that I've liked you for quite some time. It hurt when I thought you were playing a joke on me. No, I know you weren't, now. Alright, I know I'm not exactly your dream girl, or anyone's for that matter. I'll help you out when I can and expect nothing in return. Why are you laughing? Lyden? Don't you dare! Zip your pants back up! Lyden, stop! Holy fuck, that thing is huge."

I slowly walk over to the large woman, my cock hanging between my legs.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, Mr. Snow, but—"

"Oh, I'm Mr. Snow again? I could have sworn you'd said you would help me out when you could." My voice is calm and even as I talk to her. I notice her eyes are locked onto my manhood as I speak. Like a snake before a snake charmer, my animal starts to rise under her gaze. "I'm pretty weak after last night and could use a recharge."

"I'm not that type of girl," she insists, but ruins it by licking her lips afterwards.

"I know you're a virgin," I say soothingly, and stop while directly in front of her, "and I won't take that from you if you don't want me to. All I need to do is please you."

"Please me?" Her voice has taken on an almost dreamy quality.

"Yes," I whisper, reaching out and running my hand along her cheek.

"I've never. . . . I mean, it's so. . . . But. . . . If you're sure this will help you," she finally capitulates, and I guide her mouth towards my engorged cock. Her tongue tentatively pokes out, and when the tip contacts the sensitive underside on the head, I make it jump, startling her. "Did I make it do that?" Somehow this new innocent side to this woman that has always been so blunt and crass is turning me on.

"You did," I lie to her, and feel warmer inside at the smile she gives me.

Her right hand comes up, grips the base of my cock, and gives it a few firm squeezes, as if to assure herself that it's there.

Panic suddenly flares in her blue eyes, and she rips her hand away, as if burned.

"No, this will turn out badly. It'll become some joke to you, which you'll laugh about with your friends. Talking about the big beached whale you fu—"

My mouth pressed to her lips silences her protestations, and while she remains tense for a few extra moments, she finally and completely surrenders.

"No jokes," I whisper, breaking the kiss. "No one to barge in and make fun of you. This morning it will just be me and you. If you never want anyone to hear about this, then fine. I promise that I'll not make fun of you for doing this for me." Turning it around, to make it seem like a favor to me, seems to do the trick, and her arms dart up to pull my face back down to hers.

"Just remember, that if I end up regretting this, I have quite the personal arsenal at home, and I know how to find you." With that threat in my ears, our lips meet once again, and I'm reminded of what a phenomenal kisser she is. Her tongue licks along my lips, enticing mine out to meet it, only for hers to dodge back behind her teeth. After teasing me like this for a bit, I finally catch her tongue by sucking it into my mouth, and wrestling with it between my teeth.

My hands aren't idle either, as I have them at first on her cheeks, but let them fall, down across her shoulders, her thick arms, and then to her waist. Finding the hem of her shirt, I slowly begin to lift it up, but her hands stop me.

"No. You don't need to see that," she tells me, but I'm not willing to listen, and keep tugging, while bringing my lips back to her talented mouth. After a few seconds, when it becomes obvious I'm not going to give up on getting her shirt off, she sighs, and I quickly get it up over her giant breasts.

Breaking the kiss, I reach into the right cup of her bra, pull out the hidden bounty, and marvel at her flesh. Her areolas are the perfect size for her bosom, and it might be my color-blindness, but they blend in well with the surrounding skin. Her nipple is large and taut, just begging to be sucked.

Well, who am I to argue with such begging? Dropping my face to her bazongas, I latch onto the rubbery teat, and relish the way the rest of her breast conforms to my face. They're soft and warm, and if I could actually breathe while suckling her flesh, I'd want to live here forever. Her boobs are actually bigger than my head! They even put TanaVesta's to shame.

Her hips gyrate beneath me as I press her harder into the chair, and I can hear her moaning as I come up for air. My hands reach under her, and for once it only takes me a couple attempts to get her over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder unclasped. Her shirt and bra come off in one fluid motion, and I mash my lips back to hers, as my hands reach between us, to start pulling down my pants. It doesn't take long before I'm only in my socks, and working on her pants and then we're both naked.

Moving my mouth to her other tit, I allow my fingers to explore her sex, and am pleasantly surprised by how wet she already is. It takes me a second to work in even one finger though, as she's so tight. I remember that she's still a virgin, and back off for just a second.

"I'm not trying to stop, but you're still a virgin. I don't want to hurt you, but if we continue—" I attempt to be a considerate lover, but she's not having it.

"If you stop now and don't fuck the shit out of my little pussy, I'm going to make your life a living hell." The lust in her eyes, and the need I can feel pouring from her soul lends credence to her desires, and I don't even think about arguing.

Returning to our kiss and her skilled tongue, I grab the base of my phallic instrument, and start rubbing the head against her vulva. Between how wet she already is, and my own precum, I soon have her entire slit lubricated. I know my cock will conform to her tight hole, so I'm not too worried about loosening her up first, but I know that it'll still hurt when I punch past her hymen.

I concentrate my movements around her clit until she has to break the kiss from moaning so hard. As soon as I feel her energy flood into me from her orgasm, I realign my rod, and shove hard into her. Her hips jump up to meet my thrust, and her hymen snaps like a cannon ball hitting a piece of paper.

Her fingers dig into my back, and despite my cock changing to fit her cunt, she's still incredibly tight as her inner muscles spasm and squirm around my intruding length. I'm not even fully ensconced within her, but I hold still waiting for her to get accustomed to the new invasion. I'd be worried about the pain I've caused her, if not for the energy still transferring into me from her orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, that was intense," she says after a few moments, and I know that's my cue to continue.

Slowly I begin to pull out, and it feels like her coochy is trying to hold me in, it's so small. When only my head is still inside her, I look her in her beautiful blue eyes, and inform her, "It only gets better."

She opens her mouth to respond, but I drive my hips forward, and smile as her eyes roll back, and I hit bottom. I refuse to let up though, and grab one of her giant breasts (do they even have a cup-size for assets this large?), and guide the nipple to my lips. Our hips meet and smack against each other, my cock making a wet sloppy sound as I pump in and out of her at a rapid pace. Her grunts turn to moans, and back to grunts again, as I relentlessly stab her pussy.

With renewed energy, I'm able to pull back, and lift the hefty woman into my arms, surprising a gasp from her. Walking us over to the couch, I gently set her down, and continue to screw into her tight hole.

Every time I start to get tired from my exertions, she cums and vigor pours into me, renewing my stamina. I lose track of how many orgasms she has, but when mine finally arrives, hickeys cover her breasts, and it feels like I deposit a gallon of semen within her womb.

My head droops to her soft bosom, and I fall asleep, still comfortable within the security guard's soaked and leaking pussy.

When I wake up, there is a different woman under me.

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits, ideas, and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a LOT more lackluster and confusing.

I read all of your comments, and take all your advice to heart. If you see any mistakes, or have any advice, please let me know, so that I may improve upon this story. 



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 10



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Chapter 10
Nice Sunday Picnic.

"Who are you?" I demand of the attractive, blue eyed and very naked girl lying under me. An unmistakable feeling around my slightly stiffened penis tells me that it's nestled comfortably within her vagina. Wait. . . . No way! "Jennifer?"

"Ha, ha, funny Lyden," she states, batting her lashes at me. "Trying to forget that you fucked this fat cow already?"

"Umm," I start, not sure how to tell her about her transformation, "you might want to get a look at yourself."

Her brown eyebrows knit together, as she tries to figure out what I'm getting at, before using her not inconsiderable strength to push me off her. My cock makes a squelching noise as it pulls free from her coochy, and I see her wince in pain.

"Oh, I'm going to be sore down there for awhile," she grimaces as she lightly gets to her feet. She miscalculates, and ends up jumping as she attempts to lift her old weight off the ground. I sit back on the couch, and really get a good look at the woman that only a little bit ago, had to weigh over 250lbs, but right now, couldn't be more that 120lbs, and a good portion of that is in her breasts. Slender legs lead up to a nice round bum. Her hips are a little wide, but they don't compare to the size of her still giant tits. They hang down to her bellybutton, but not bad, just oversized. TanaVesta would be jealous.

Her face had always been somewhat cute, in a pudgy sort of way, but now, with her short brown hair, and vivid blue eyes, she's a stunner.

She's making the same examination as me, only she's lucky enough to be hands on. Sticking her small right foot out, she examines it in disbelief, before hefting her breasts apart, and staring at her skinny waist.

"What the FUCK did you do to me?" she demands, and I'm surprised to hear anger in her voice.

"Umm, I, uh," I stammer, not certain what to say.

"Don't you think that if I'd really wanted to be skinny, I could have worked for it?" Yeah, there's no mistaking the anger in her tone now. "I may not have been anyone's ideal, but that doesn't give you the right to go and change my body around to your own tastes!"

"I didn't mean to," I defend myself. "This has never happened before!"

"What did you think?" she continues as if I hadn't even spoken. "That I'd be grateful for the fact that I'll need to buy a whole new wardrobe? That I'd somehow be happier if I weren't so portly?" As she continues to berate me, her volume rises until she's yelling by the end. "What gives you the right to do this to me?"

Standing quickly, I can feel my own ire rising at the injustice of her anger. "Jennifer, stop! I had no way of knowing this would happen. It's not something I did to you on purpose, and don't even truly understand why it happened. If you really don't like it that much, just eat whatever you please, and don't work out. I'm sure you can get back to where you want to be within a few months."

"You don't get it, do you?" She demands, and once again I'm stumped. Are all women so arbitrary, and expect us men to just read their minds? "It's not so much that I'm no longer fat, but that now that I have this body, I'm going to have to work harder at keeping it. I was mostly okay with the way I was. I understood that I would never be skinny, and accepted it. Now that I am, I'm going to have to work hard to maintain it."

At some point in her explanation I must have sat back down on the couch. Stunned, I can only stare at her openmouthed. She's angry because she has to work to keep this body? I will never understand women!

"Or, you could just have sex with me on a weekly basis," I tell her, half joking.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Make you my own little skinny addiction? What? Just come up to you, and say, 'Excuse me Lyden, I need my weekly fucking to stay skinny.'" The sarcasm veritably drips from her tone. "Besides, if I'm always this sore afterwards, they'd have to be a week or two apart."

Throwing my hands up in frustration I shout, "Bah! I don't even care anymore. Do what you want. If you're not happy about it, I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional, and I would change you back if I knew how. I don't, though, so you'll just have to suffer everyone looking at you, and wishing they could catch the eye of the beautiful blue eyed woman that you are now!" Now I'm shouting, and I don't care about that either.

"You . . . you really think I'm beautiful?" Her words come out hushed, and I have to strain to hear them, over the sound of the blood pumping through my skull.

Is she bipolar? "Are you kidding me? Go look in a mirror," I state, waving my hand off vaguely. I have no idea where a mirror might be in this rustic cabin. I vaguely recall her telling me there is an outhouse out back. Do outhouses have mirrors?

Without warning, she's hugging me tight, and laughing into my shoulder. Lemme tell you, if a woman built as well as her hugs you, and you're both naked—well, except that I still have my socks on—you either react, or you're already dead. I may be angry, but I'm definitely still alive. It doesn't help that her very ample bosom dangles down and bounces around my very alert cock.

"Oh!" she gasps, pulling away, and noticing how hard I am. "Shit, did I really get that in me this morning? No wonder I'm so sore!" I decide not to tell her that my penis conforms to whatever woman I'm with, and just nod at her. "Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to find someone else to take care of that. I hurt too much to do it for you."

She tries to back away, but I grasp her wrist, and pull her back to me. "There is more than one way to take care of me," I inform her, then pull her the rest of the way to my waiting lips. Hesitantly at first, but with growing desire, she kisses me back. 

Letting go of her wrist and grabbing her tits, I press them to either side of my woody, and moan with the pleasure the soft globes give me.

She pulls back only slightly, and looks to where the head of my prick is barely poking out between her round orbs, and then smiles at me. "You like fucking my big titties, don't you? Well, fuck them with your big cock. I want to see you cum all over them."

Her dirty talk is really starting to have an effect on me, and even though I'd gotten off just a little while ago, I can feel myself getting close. This is the first time I've ever had my dick between a set of boobs, and I have to admit that the feeling is quite wonderful. When her mouth drops down, and I feel her extremely talented tongue swirl around the head, I lose it. My first shot goes off in her mouth, and she pulls back, allowing the rest of my cum to spray all over her chest and neck. She spits my jism onto her chest, and then sits back on her knees, staring at her shiny bosom.

"I can't believe I got you off that quickly," she murmurs. There's a definite sparkle in her eyes, as she stands up, and walks out of the room. There is also no mistaking the extra bounce in her step. Despite the energy I've transferred to her, I still feel quite alive from all of her orgasms this morning.

I get dressed, before entering the attached kitchen, where Jennifer has a washcloth and is trying to get herself cleaned up.

"How do you get this stuff off?" She asks me as she continues to scrub.

"Use a bit of soap," I tell her.

Once she's fully cleaned, we head back to the couch, where she stares forlornly at her oversized clothes. Her old guard uniform looks more like a muumuu than a shirt, and her pants are hopeless. Only her shoes still fit, and she has to tighten the laces on them.

With her as decently dressed as she can be, we head down the mountain, and back into civilization. Our first stop is to get her some new clothes that I happily pay for. I then have her drop me off at the police station.

I have my story ready as I walk in. Jennifer follows me, and all the officers turn and look jealously at her. In her tight pink spaghetti strap top and even tighter jeans, she's a teenager's wet dream.

"What can I do for you," the officer behind the glass window asks. Thankfully it's a man, as his eyes are glued to Jennifer's chest. I'd been afraid that a woman might be upset with the way she's dressed, but this works well. Jennifer, for her part, and despite her protestations to the opposite, seems to be really enjoying the attention.

"Yeah," I begin my lie, "I've been up camping with my girl here, and when I got home this afternoon, my apartment was burned up and my car was missing. Who do I need to talk to about that?"

With some obvious effort, he tears his eyes away from Lansbury, and finally gets a good look at me. "You're Lyden Snow!" he exclaims as if he doesn't believe it. "We've been looking for you."

Crap! Apparently I'm already a suspect. Hopefully I'll be able to stick to my story, and get away with everything.

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Eight hours later, and innumerable interrogations, I find myself back out on the front steps of the police station. They finally bought my story that someone must have stolen my car after starting the complex on fire. The fire had burned too hot to know where it'd started, but they do know it'd started somewhere on my floor.

To my horror, I find out that twelve people died in the fire, and thirty others were injured. They'd found my car in the grocery store parking lot where it'd been burned, and gunshots had been heard. I'd become their primary suspect, but I have an alibi and a witness. Thank goodness for Jennifer. She'd held up like a champ as they talked to her. They'd released her a few hours before, and when I call her as they finally release me, she doesn't answer.

Since I've missed a few calls from Lisa and Becky, I call them up next. Becky is out the door and on her way to get me before I even hang up.

"You stink," the very short brunette says as she hugs me.

"Good to see you too," I laugh.

"I was so worried when I saw your apartment complex had burned, and then you weren't answering your phone, and then they were plastering your face all over the news, and I didn't know what to think." I can tell how worried she'd been, by how quickly she's talking and of course by her tone. While it warms my heart to know she cares, I feel guilty about cheating on her and Lisa with Jennifer and Sheila Lance, my boss. She'd been concerned about my well-being, while I'd been having great sex. Oh, and being terrified for my life. I probably shouldn't forget about that.

We get into the short woman's car, and she jabbers about school, work at her law firm, and the stupidity of some people. Thankfully she doesn't ask about where I've been, or what I've been doing.

She tells me to use the shower, while she gets started on making dinner.

The water feels great as it washes down my body, and despite myself, it even feels as though some of my worries go down the drain along with the dirty water.

"Welcome back," a voice says as I hear the curtain pulled back. I turn to see Lisa stepping in, lithe body nude, and eyes sparkling. "Hope you don't mind, but I got a little sweaty instructing Aikido today. Mind washing my back?"

I chuckle silently at her forwardness, and don't mind at all. The only soap in their shower is the fru-fru kind, so I know I'll smell a little girly when I get out, but it'll work well for the pretty blonde. Squirting some into my hands, I lather them up, before rubbing it into her smooth back. For the first time I notice how toned her body is. Must be from all the martial arts training.

Using my fingers and thumbs to dig into some knots on her back, I turn the back wash into a massage and enjoy the sound of her soft moans. Her small rear keeps bumping against my groin, and I'm hard in no time. I ignore my own state however, as I move my washing massage to her arms, and then to her hands.

"Mmm, I love a good hand massage," she murmurs, her blue eyes looking into mine. Her body turns to face me, and she doesn't miss how hard my cock is. She goes to grab it, but I stop her.

"Not yet," I say, smiling at her confusion. "Let me take care of you first."

Finishing with her hands, I move to the front of her shoulders, and then scrub vigorously between and under her breasts, studiously avoiding her hard nipples. Her stomach is next, and I take a couple moments to wash out her belly button. She giggles delightfully as I finger the shallow hole.

Turning her sideways, I wash her right hip and buttocks, before moving down her thigh, to her knee, and then work the muscles in her calf. Dropping to my own knees, I take her foot in my hands, and spend a few minutes on it, watching her face and enjoying the looks of pleasure my hands are giving her. Even with the water and soap running down her body, I can tell she is getting turned on by how swollen her labia are.

Staying on my knees, I turn her to face the other way, and repeat the process on her left hip and leg. When I'm satisfied with the job I've done on her left foot, I stand, and before I can say or do anything, Lisa's arms are around my neck and her slippery body is plastered to mine. Her tongue forces its way between my lips, and I grin as I allow it access. My hands drop to her rear, and I pull her even tighter to me, my prick stiff, and pleasantly smashed between us. 

"You need a shave," she tells me, but then plasters her lips against mine again.

It finally dawns on me that this is the first time I've been alone with Lisa, and am actually turned on by the idea of devoting my attentions to just her.

Using my grip on her bum, I lift her up without breaking the kiss, and gently guide her onto my rod. She moans as our connection becomes complete, and even I can't hold back the sounds of my own pleasure.

My right foot slips slightly, and I have to turn and press her to the wall, while bracing my feet on the side of the tub, to keep from falling. She grunts as her back hits the wall, but her legs wrap around my hips, and she begins to use her abs to move her hips up and down my cock. Her insides feel so soft and warm, as my penis conforms to her, and I begin to match her pace.

My right hand slips a little more under her, and I easily slip my middle finger into her anus. Lisa goes wild at the added sensation, and I feel the strength of her orgasm wash over me, taking with it any feelings of fatigue that might have lingered after the police station. All the while, our mouths are wrestling with one another, and her kissing becomes more frantic and powerful.

Her legs drop from my hips, and I carefully let her down, as she pulls away from me. The water running down her hair makes it look darker than usual, and her blue eyes sparkle as she smiles up at me. Her chest heaves, and the effect of the water beading on her soft skin is quite erotic. "What is it about you that always feels just right? You seem to know just what to do to please me." Her hand goes to my groin and moves along the length as she gives me a surprisingly chaste peck on my cheek. "Now, we just need to finish you off."

Lisa grabs the soap and squeezes some onto my member, before rubbing it in. Her hands feel great, and she has a powerful grip as she jacks me off. Just when I begin to think she plans on finishing me this way, she turn around, and rubs my head against her puckered brown hole. Once she has me lined up, she pushes back hard, and I find myself delightfully ensconced within her colon.

I place my hands on her hips, but she turns, shaking her head. "No, you took care of me, let me do the work now, and take care of you.

Not willing to argue with such a request, I place my hands behind my back, and moan gently as she pulls forward, and then slides her rear back onto my aching pole. Watching as my length slips in and out of her sphincter, while she screws herself on me is really turning me on. The feeling of her tight bum gliding up and down my soapy length and her firm globes slapping against my thighs, draws forth moan after moan from me. It doesn't take long until I feel that familiar churning in my scrotum and grip her hips, forcing her to pick up the pace. To my surprise, she pulls away, and drops to her knees in front of me, using her awesome grip to jack me off again. My first volley of semen blasts onto her chin, before she re-aims me, and the rest of my seed splatters across her chest.

I have to brace a hand against the wall as I climax, and as soon as she's done milking every drop from me, she begins to scoop it off her chest and lick her fingers clean.

"Mmm, I love the taste of cum, and yours always seems to give me extra pleasure!" I wonder if that's because of my incubus abilities, or something else?

"If you two are done fooling around in there," Becky yells, "dinner's ready."

We both laugh, as we get out and dry off. Becky watches us unashamedly, as I use one of their towels. "I hope she didn't wear you out, Lyden, because I expect some attention tonight, also."

Dinner is a simple fair of green beans and hamburger in some kind of sauce. Despite its simplicity, it tastes rather good, especially considering the fare I've been having lately.

"Thanks for taking me in tonight," I tell the two women as I get up and start cleaning my plate in the kitchen sink. "I promise I'll get a motel room tomorrow, staying there until I can find another apartment to move into." I have no idea what I'm going to put into a new apartment though. I didn't have renter's insurance on my old one, which is part of the reason the police believed that I had nothing to do with burning it down. Maybe the apartment managers have some kind of insurance to compensate its tenants, but luckily I still have all that money from whoever overpaid my rent. I strongly suspect it'd been Angela that'd paid all my bills, but I have no way to prove it, and no idea where she would have gotten all that money.

"Don't be crazy," Lisa states, bringing me her plate, "you can stay here as long as you need."

I open my mouth to protest, but Becky cuts in first. "I know we don't know each other well, but there's no sense in spending money on a motel room, when we both have a perfectly comfortable bed to share." From the way her eyes sparkle, I have the feeling that they're not going to take no for an answer, and that there won't be a lot of sleeping going on in those beds. Whatever luck led me to these two women, I don't know whether to curse it, or thank it. A month ago, these two young ladies wouldn't have looked at me twice. Today, they can't seem to stop staring at me.

My theory is proven right after I finish cleaning the kitchen—yes, I cleaned it, because I'm a guest and they're letting me stay here. It's the least I can do. The women practically rip off my clothes, and it's not 'til many hours later that that the women go to sleep. For my part, I'm too full of life to even think about slumber.

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Jennifer grins at me after Becky drops me off at my office building.

"Well, Mr. Snow. Have a good day off yesterday?" She gives me a wink, and even goes so far as to pinch my rear as she allows me past the security checkpoint. Somewhere she's picked up a smaller uniform, one that somehow fits her considerable assets while conforming to her hips as well. I'm not the only person that notices her body, and there is even a slight scuffle as two guys walk into each other, because they were staring at her.

"I tried calling you last night," I tell her, wondering why she hadn't answered.

She grimaces slightly, and I wonder what's wrong. She glances at everyone around us, before responding. "I'll talk to you later. See you at lunch?"

What's going on? I wonder, as I take the elevator up to my floor. It's not until I walk in, and can feel Sheila's cold glare that I remember what Jennifer had told her.

Sitting at my desk, I see I've already received an email from my boss.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 10



Mr. Snow,

It has come to my attention that you have a girlfriend. I will not play party to such behavior. As of now, we are through, and I will tolerate no further such behavior from you.

There isn't even a signature at the end, and I glance up to my boss wanting to explain, but she's studiously not looking my way. Unfortunately, I can't seem to come up with a plan to get her alone, without appearing suspicious to my coworkers, to explain. 

Come to think on it, should I explain? Sure, Jennifer isn't really my girlfriend, but I do have a girlfriend, or two. Other than having an angry boss, maybe it'll be good to stop fooling around with her. Once again, I'm tempted to just up and quit this job. It's not like I don't already have enough stress in my life!

Something stops me, though. It's not that I need the money, but with my apartment gone, my car destroyed, and my entire life flipped upside-down, my job is the only thing I have left.

Why did Angela have to come into my life? Everything started after she showed up in my office. Once more, I feel a pang of hurt from thinking about the succubus, which inevitably reminds me of Brooke leaving.

I need to get over them. They're my past, and I need to concentrate on the present.

"Mr. Snow, get back to work," Sheila states a little louder than I think is truly necessary, but I get back to work nonetheless.

Lunch comes painfully slowly, and I head down to the lobby to meet up with Guard Lansbury.

"You showed up," the now skinny woman states, and from her tone I can't tell if she's happy or disappointed. She walks an arm's length away from me as well, and now I'm truly curious as to what's going on. We walk to a deli around the corner, and I offer to pay for her, but she refuses.

"Look," she starts when we sit down with our food, and I immediately feel my heart sink, "you know I like you, Lyden, but things have been a bit weird. No, let me finish," she says when I try to interrupt, and I close my mouth. "You're involved in something very dangerous, and I'll help you out if I can, but I'm not going to hang around just looking for trouble."

"I understand," I tell the pretty woman, and I really do understand. Truth is, I probably shouldn't even be around Becky and Lisa, but I'm still human, and need some level of companionship. Now that four women have basically rejected me in less than as many days, I'm beginning to wonder what's wrong with me.

Just last week I could have my pick of women. This week I'm lucky to have. . . .

Wait a minute! Why am I getting down on myself? I have two, count 'em, TWO girlfriends. Just because I don't have six? What kind of demented man am I? After last night, I'm not sure if I can really handle any more than two women right now anyway. What is wrong with me?

Yeah, Guard Lansbury's decision is a good thing, I tell myself.

I only wish my heart would buy what my head is selling.

We try to talk amiably through the rest of lunch, but I think we both know it's strained.

When I get back up to my office, I find a flyer on my desk for a church gathering this Saturday, and know that AnnaBelle must have placed it there. My first response is to rip it up and throw it away, but maybe this is what I need right now.

"AnnaBelle," I say to the woman sitting in the desk next to mine, "I'm truly sorry for what I said on Monday. It was inappropriate, and while I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, I'll do what I can to go to this event."

"It's not my forgiveness you should strive for, Lyden, but our Lord and Savior's. Only he can truly forgive." I hate this pious attitude, but I'd meant what I'd said about being wrong in my behavior. "But know that I have already forgiven and forgotten your words from Monday. You're a young man, and I remember when I was younger. I'll see you there."

I nod that I will indeed be there, and even though I'm dreading the experience, I actually intend to follow through.

The rest of the day flows smoothly, and despite the occasional glares from Sheila, I actually feel somewhat better.

After work, I take a cab to Lisa's Dojo. She finds an outfit for me to start getting trained in. At first I'm embarrassed to be lumped into a group of young children. Even though I know I'm a beginner, and I have to start somewhere, having a six year old kid flip me onto my back is humiliating.

I find out that Aikido is a martial arts form that doesn't use strength so much as holds, pressure points, and avoiding direct attacks. It takes me a bit to get used to thinking like this, but after the umpteenth time of a child controlling my movements, I start to pay better attention.

I catch a ride home with Lisa, and offer to make dinner. When I serve my concoction up, we all agree that I may not be the best cook.

Both women are still thankfully satisfied from last night's marathon session, and I'm actually able to get a little sleep sandwiched between the two attractive women. This time we're in Lisa's bed, as Becky's sheets are still in the laundry because of last night.

The rest of the week seems to go by smoothly. Even Sheila Lance stops glaring at me, only snapping at every little distraction from work.

No more assassins show up to kill me under TanaVesta's orders. No more drama from any women. Jennifer tries to treat me as she used to, before our first kiss, but we both agree it's too awkward, and our interactions end up reduced to curt greetings. Every time I see her walking her rounds, I have to laugh at all the men ogling her. She tries to grimace every time she catches someone looking her way, but the way she moves her hips, or readjusts her clothing lets me know she's enjoying the attention.

I find a great apartment to move into on Friday, but by then, both women refuse to let me go, telling me that I can just stay there and pay rent. A strong part of me wants to have a little bit of freedom, but deep down I'm not willing to give them up either, and end up staying. I end up buying a whole new wardrobe, and Becky gives me a corner of her closet to use.

Saturday rolls around, and I'm surprised to find that both women want to go to AnnaBelle's church's event with me.

We dress nicely, and Becky drives us—she has the nicer car—to the address on the flyer.

AnnaBelle's church is a large attractive white building, with a large lawn. People dressed in Sunday finery are amiably chatting, and I can see a couple tables being set for an outside picnic.

The religious woman from work spots me as we walk onto the lawn, and I can tell her smile is forced as she takes in Becky and Lisa on my arms.

"I'm so glad you could come," she says, "and I'm sure the Lord is too."

"Thank you for inviting us," Becky says.

"We brought a Jell-o salad," Lisa follows up, presenting the desert.

It's obvious that AnnaBelle doesn't know how to take the women's behavior, but she smiles, saying, "The bigger the flock that follows our Lord, the better," and takes the bowl from the blonde-haired woman.

"You weren't kidding," Lisa says in a whisper as AnnaBelle walks away. "She really is overzealous."

"Be nice, Lisa," Becky says, but I can see her eyes sparkling with mirth as well.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come," I say, feeling uncomfortable surrounded by so many religious people. It feels as if my skin doesn't fit well, and that at any moment, someone is going to show up and start judging every bit of my past.

"I don't recall seeing you here, before," a deep voice, sounds behind me.

I turn to see a man with a deep tan and brown eyes. From the way the two women start to unconsciously preen, I'm guessing that with his ruggedly chiseled face and flowing brown hair, he must be quite attractive.

"AnnaBelle invited us," I say, offering the man my hand. Already I don't like this man, but I can't place my finger on exactly why. "I'm Lyden, and these lovely women are Becky and Lisa."

The man grips my proffered hand in a powerful grip, shaking it firmly. "I'm Reverend Michael Chilton, parishioner of this humble flock."

Okay, I'm beginning to know why I don't like this man. His eyes are hard, and even though they are on me, it's obvious that his attention is on my girlfriends. From the flush in their cheeks, they're noticing the attention as well.

"Well, welcome, and I hope you enjoy. Any chance we'll see you in our service tomorrow?" Before I have a chance to respond, he turns and sees AnnaBelle approaching. "Ah, well I see our sweet AnnaBelle is returning. Please let me know if I can answer any questions for you."

He takes the women's hands and bends over each. I can't miss how each woman's flush deepens.

"That man is the most humble and pious man I've ever met," AnnaBelle says as she comes back to us. I grunt noncommittally, not wanting to say what I really think about the reverend. "Food is served," she then says, turning to us.

We follow her up to one of the tables, and wait for a prayer to be said for the food. I'm not sure if it's just the mood I'm in, or if it's something else, but the blessing seems to drag on as thanks is given for everything under the sun, and there are no less than three references to Reverend Michael.

We serve ourselves, and then head over to a picnic table, where AnnaBelle and another young couple join us. 

The conversation turns inevitably towards the high and mighty Reverend Michael. It doesn't take long until my appetite is shot. What is it about that man that has everyone all atwitter?

The end of the picnic can't come quick enough, but thankfully it does end. AnnaBelle walks us back to Becky's car.

"I hope to see you in service tomorrow," the religious woman says. Religion can be a great thing, I know, but I have no intention of coming to the great and humble Reverend Michael's service.

I watch curiously, as Annabelle's face drains of color and her mouth drops open.

I turn to follow her gaze, and feel my heart plummet. It can't be, my first thought sluggishly moves through my mind. What happened? No! I won't accept it! I was just getting better. I was just starting to be able to go most of a day without thinking about her.

Angela is holding her side, blood obviously seeping through her fingers. She is still in her punk guise, but I can see where her nose and eyebrow rings have been torn from her face.

"Lyden," she gasps as she collapses, still a good twenty feet away, "we have a problem." 

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits, ideas, and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a LOT more lackluster and confusing.

I read all of your comments, and take all your advice to heart. If you see any mistakes, or have any advice, please let me know, so that I may improve upon this story.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 11



Of course. . . . After abandoning Lyden for over a week, the succubus has to come back, wounded and dying. What will it take to help her recover, and what dire news does she have? Lisa and Becky will get an entirely new insight into their boyfriend, as Lyden's life goes back to being haywire.

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Chapter 11
Resurrections.

My legs are moving even before what I'm seeing fully sinks in. The twenty or so feet between Becky, Lisa, AnnaBelle, and I blurs as I super speed to the injured Angela's side.

"Angela, what happened?" I cry out, as I bend down to pick her up. Blood trickles from torn flesh at her eyebrow and nose. Why did I have to add that jewelry to her image last time? A small part of my mind ponders while my eyes rove her wounded body. Her eyes are closed, and I realize that it must have taken her last bit of strength to reach me. Her breathing is shallow and labored, and I can't believe how much blood is seeping from the hole in her side. Her clothing, burned and charred, is little more than rags. What skin is whole underneath it is red, raw, and blistered from her numerous burns. "Who did this to you?" I demand, anger welling up in me at the violent treatment of the succubus, but she's unconscious and doesn't respond.

"Lyden, who is it?" Becky asks as the other women finally catch up to me.

"Oh my God!" Lisa exclaims as she gets a look at Angela.

"Taking our Lord's name in vain won't help the young woman," AnnaBelle admonishes. "We need to get her to a hospital." Somehow the older woman is able to keep her voice calm, and I wonder how strong her resolve is. I'm freaking out!

Reaching my arms underneath her, I lift the petite damaged body up, and look around. Despite the picnic having just ended, no one else is even close to us.

"No hospitals," I say firmly.

"Lyden, she needs help," Becky argues, but I shake my head.

"I can help her, but we need to get somewhere quiet," I tell them, knowing that I need to get into the demonic creature's mind to transfer energy to her. I don't know what her physiology is like, but I'm guessing it'll stump a doctor and raise more questions than we can afford.

"You know this creature." AnnaBelle's voice makes it clear that that was a statement and not a question. Her use of the word creature, and not girl, makes me wonder if the pious woman can sense the injured woman's nature. "We'll take my SUV so that we can all fit. I live just a few miles away. Lyden, you work on her wounds in the back, while I drive."

"What about us," Becky asks, but it's Lisa that answers.

"He's going to need our help," the martial artist says, and we follow the older woman to her large vehicle.

The women try to help me get the blue haired woman into the back of AnnaBelle's SUV, but I'm able to do it alone. I know they just want to help, but I don't want anyone else touching her. There is so much blood!

Ripping off my shirt, I tear it apart, and start using the cloth as bandages while we head to my coworker's home.

"Lyden, what's going on?" Becky asks. "Who is she? What happened to her?"

"I don't know, and she was a friend," I tell the short brunette while trying to staunch the blood flowing from her side.

If anything else is said, I'm not aware of it, as I try to enter the succubus's mind while still awake, but it's no good.

The SUV jounces as we pull into a driveway, and I look outside to see a rather nice looking suburban home. The walls are brick and mortar, with a small white picket fence around the front yard.

AnnaBelle opens the back door to her vehicle, and I carry the still insensible Angela into the home. Religious pictures adorn every wall, and there is even a piano in the front room. Everything seems to be covered in white doilies, and in one corner is a collection of porcelain dolls in a wood and glass cabinet.

The older woman leads us back to a room that adds a whole new level to the color white. White bed sheets cover the bed, while white curtains frame the open window. The walls and even the carpet are white. The only objects of a different color are the five people in here, and a large painted portrait of Jesus opposite the bed.

I don't even hesitate as I lay Angela on the bed, soaking the white linen with her crimson blood. Despite my best efforts, some blood still seeps from her wounds, making a stark contrast to the white bedding.

"What do we need to do?" Becky asks, leaning over me and examining Angela. "How are you going to help her, Lyden?

It takes a strong effort of will to stand up and look away from Angela and to the three women.

"See what you can do to stop the bleeding. AnnaBelle, is there somewhere close I can take a nap?" If the odd request surprises her, AnnaBelle doesn't show it. I'd prefer to stay in here, but I won't be able to sleep if the other women are taking care of Angela's wounds.

"Right this way," the older woman says, and leads me to an adjoining room. This one is thankfully a different color, even if it is yellow. I'm glad to note that not everything in here is one color. The pillows on the bed are orange. "You know what she is, don't you?" the older woman asks, and I nod. I don't have time to wonder how she knows.

Without even taking off my shoes, I lie down on the bed, and concentrate on falling asleep. Bit by bit, I block out the noises from the next room. I ignore the feeling of drying blood on my pants, hands, and chest, just focusing on the thought of sleep and entering into Angela's mind. My body is so geared up with fear and worry that it seems to take an eternity, but finally I find myself surrounded by complete darkness.

It's different this time, however, than it had been with Brooke. The blackness is tinged with red, and while I feel fine, I can sense her pain around me.

"It won't work," a pain-filled voice says as Angela appears before me. "You're wasting your time." Her clothing is whole again and blood free, but there is still an unhealthy pallor to her skin.

"Angela, what happened? I need to get you healed. You're dying!" I tell the woman, but she sadly shakes her head. 

"If we have sex in my mind, I'll die," she states, and I feel my heart plummet at her words. It's one thing to know her life is in danger, and another to actually hear it said aloud. "You're too good at pleasing me, and I'm too weak to have even one orgasm."

"But there has to be a way!" I plead, not willing to give up.

"Listen, that's not important. Brooke is being held prisoner by Varun. You need to go save her." Her words send a new chill down my spine, but I shake my head, trying to stay focused. "You need to worry about her more."

"Not important? We can go rescue her as soon as you're better," I tell her earnestly.

A tear forms in her eyes, as she steps up to me and grips my hand. "Thank you, Lyden. I'm glad you care for me, but you need to get to your friend. She needs you now, and at least you can help her." She pulls away, and I try to grab her back, by my hands go right through her. "Take the key-card out of my pocket. You know how to use it to get to the Shadow World." She fades a little in my vision, and I can barely make her out as she turns and says, "I've missed you, but maybe there is still time for Brooke."

"Dammit, Angela!" I swear. "There has to be a way!"

Her shadowy form smiles at me. "Don't swear, love. I know how much it bothers you." She pauses, and I can just make out her features enough to know that she's trying to come to a decision. "Get me to your car. It might be enough to save me." Those words seem to take a toll on her, as if it took a great effort to get them out.

Her form completely vanishes, and I find myself back on the yellow bed.

My car? But it's destroyed; nothing more than a burnt husk! Filled with despair, I walk back into the white room.

"Lyden!" Lisa shouts as soon as she sees me. "We've got the bleeding stopped and some of the burns covered, but I'm afraid she's lost too much blood. Were you able to help her with whatever you were doing?"

My throat closes off, and I can't find the words to reply, so only shake my head.

"What did you do?" Becky asks me quietly, and I feel fresh tears streaming down my cheeks.

What did I do? I didn't do enough. I didn't do anything. If only my car were still whole, then whatever she'd hidden in it might have helped her, but the fire ant had destroyed it. I'm certain she'd hidden something in my car, too. How else could it help her?

But what if whatever it was, survived? The car hadn't become ash, just severely burned up. Maybe I can still save her!

With renewed hope, I pull my cell out of my pocket, and dial up the police. I end up getting transferred twice before anyone can tell me where my car was moved to.

An impound lot, halfway across town. 

I call the number for the lot, and get an answering machine. The message says that they're closed on Sundays, and only open until six pm on Saturdays. Glancing at a clock on the wall, I see that it's a quarter after five.

I don't even take the time to think, as I dash back into the white room and scoop Angela back into my arms.

"AnnaBelle," I say as I head for the front door, "can you get us to the New Towne Impound Yard? It's down by the fifth precinct building."

"Lyden," Becky says hesitantly, as though she's addressing a mentally challenged person, "I don't see how that'll help her. She needs a hospital, if it's not already too late."

"Becky, Lisa, I know you won't understand, and you should probably get home." I look both women in the eyes as I speak, willing them to understand. "Angela isn't like a normal person, and human doctors can't save her."

"You mean, like an alien?" Becky asks confused.

"She's a demonic creature," AnnaBelle says, as I follow her out to her SUV. "A seductress, to be precise."

Despite my recommendation that they head home, both women climb into the SUV.

"How do you know that?" I ask from the back of the vehicle as we hit the road.

"I know the signs to look for," she replies cryptically.

"A demonic seductress?" Becky snorts, but from the serious looks the older woman and I give her, she quiets down. Lisa just looks thoughtful. I can't help but wonder what's going through their minds. I take my girlfriends to a nice religious Saturday picnic, and a woman that I obviously know shows up wounded. Not only that, but I refuse to take her to the hospital, and even try to take a nap to save her. Thankfully their not peppering me with questions, though I have some of my own.

"If you know what she is, why are you helping her?" I ask AnnaBelle, confused that such a religious person would knowingly be willing to help someone like Angela.

"Whatever you do unto the least, you do unto me, Mr. Lyden," she quotes to me. "No matter who they are, all of God's creatures deserve to be helped when we can. She may even repent of her ways, and come over to the light. I have no doubt that Father Michael could help her out a great deal."

While I don't necessarily agree with her reasons or morals, I won't argue with the result. My jealousy rears, however, at the thought of Father Michael being anywhere near Angela.

I keep a constant eye on Angela's breathing, and can hear Becky and Lisa murmuring quietly. I ignore them, as I make sure that the succubus is still alive. The drive seems to go interminably slow, though I know AnnaBelle is going as fast as she legally can.

We arrive with five minutes to spare, but the sign in the window already says closed. I spend a couple minutes pounding on the door, but nobody answers. Walking around to the side, I try to see if there is another way to get in, but the fence is about ten feet tall, and topped with barbed-wire besides.

I know what I must do as I run back to AnnaBelle's SUV.

"You might want to get out of here, so that you can't be accused of breaking and entering," I inform the three women, glad my shirt is already off, even though it made poor bandages for the succubus.

"We may not understand what's going on," Lisa speaks up, "but Becky and I are here to help. Even if it is at an impound lot."

AnnaBelle seems to debate with herself for a moment, before adding, "Someone needs to keep an eye on you and keep you out of trouble. Don't take this the wrong way. If the police show up, I won't lie for you, but you need to save her life."

I can't tell you how much I appreciate all of them, but a weak cough from Angela brings my attention back to the wounded woman.

I'm tempted to use AnnaBelle's SUV to crash through the gate, like in the movies, but they're already putting their necks on the line for me, and I don't want to get them into any more trouble.

Without saying a word, I hold the blue-haired woman close to me, close my eyes, and stifle a yell as I feel my dragon wings protrude from my back. I ignore the startled oaths that come from the women at the sudden appearance of my new appendages, as well as the fatigue that follows. Thank goodness Becky and Lisa have both been so horny the last few days, or I'm not sure if I would have had the energy to do this.

Bunching my feet beneath me, I shove off hard, easily clearing the fence and the wire. At the top of my arch, I spread my wings, careful to keep my balance, and feel the air fill the thick brown leather. I don't trust myself to try and fly, only using them to slow my descent.

I still land a little harder than I like. Taking stock of my surroundings, I groan inwardly. I hadn't realized how big this lot was from the outside. I'll never find my car in here.

The sound of barking dogs grabs my attention, and I curse myself for a fool. Of course they would have some sort of security!

With Angela tucked tight to my chest, I start running, hoping to stumble across my car. Picking a row at random, I take off, looking in all directions for my car, while simultaneously watching my footing on the uneven dirt ground. 

Alone and on flat pavement I know I could outrun the beasts chasing after me, but as it is, I can hear their howls getting closer as I turn down another isle. I can almost feel time slipping away, and know that the succubus is getting weaker as I try desperately to find my car.

The dogs continue to get closer, and urgently I concentrate on just finding my car. Naturally, that's when my foot catches something in the dirt, and it takes about ten steps before I regain my balance. By this point the dogs have caught up to me.

Frustrated rage fills me, as I see four dogs surround me and growling menacingly. I'm angry about Angela leaving, and then coming back like this. I'm angry at the unjust turn my life has taken, and that twelve people died in the fire that claimed my apartment complex, because some dragon decided I needed to die. Anger at how this last week has gone at work, and because I know that both Lisa and Becky are now probably terrified of me, and because I can't seem to find one single car in this entire damned yard. Impotent rage flows through my veins, and I roar back at the dogs, spreading my wings and yelling for all I'm worth.

Apparently, that's all it takes, and all four dogs take off yelping, two of them leaving trails of piss in their wake.

"Ha! That's right," I scream after them, but my euphoria is short lived, as I look down at Angela. Her face has gone ashen, and I can't tell if she's still breathing. "No, no, no," I repeat, as I drop to my knees, and place my fingers on her neck.

Nothing.

Placing my hand over her mouth, I can't feel any breath. The bandages that'd held back her bleeding are completely soaked through, and I realize that I'm too late. Angela has died in my arms, and I couldn't save her.

Hot fresh tears fill my eyes, as I scream for a different reason. She's gone, and there is nothing left.

Running out of air, I suck in to yell again, but an odd noise catches my ear. Someone is honking. The sound isn't very loud, but it IS familiar.

"Hold on," I say, though I know it's already too late. This time as I run, I'm not looking around, but keeping my footing secure and heading for the sound. It doesn't take me long before I'm standing in front of the remains of the Orange bubble.

Apparently it hadn't been as damaged as I'd thought. My memory tells me that the car had been a completely blackened husk by the time Jennifer had driven me away from that grocery store parking lot. However, before me, I can see that the doors still retain some of their color, and the dent on top where I'd landed on it doesn't look as bad as I'd thought it'd been.

I don't waste any more time, and quickly wrench open the passenger door, setting her inside. Opening the glove compartment, I reach in to see if I can find what she was after, but only find ashes. How hot had that fire been? Had it been hot enough to burn whatever she'd hidden in here? Was this whole exercise an act of futility?

Unexpectedly, I hear Angela sigh, and I look back at her in shock. I can make out her chest barely rising and falling. She's still alive! Whatever it is that she needs must be close, I reason, and with renewed hope, I start digging around my car. Nothing but ashes, and my car's interior meets my gaze. Frustrated, I pop the hood, and look into the storage space there, the engine being in the back, but all if its contents have been turned to ash as well.

"Angela," I ask softly, resting my hand on her shoulder, "We're at the car, but I can't find what you need."

"The . . . car. . . ." she whispers back.

"Yes, the car. But where?" I plead with her, and then notice something. Her face is no longer gray. Her breathing is steadier, and I can even sense that she's getting stronger. 

That's when it dawns on me that what she needed wasn't something in my car, but the car itself.

What had the Cyclopes done to my car under the succubus's direction? How can my car heal the demonic creature?

Something else occurs to me, and I take a step back, looking at my car as a whole. My car had burned up from the fire ant's attack. I do remember seeing the blackened husk of the Orange Bubble, but it is recovering now. In the almost week since the close call with TanaVesta's assassin, the car had been fixing itself somehow. The dent in the top is smaller, and even as I watch, I can see the orange paint creeping up the exterior. Almost as if having Angela and the car together has somehow sped up the process.

Maybe even. . . .

"Lyden." The whisper is soft, and I can just hear it, but I rush back to the open door and see Angela's hazel eyes open and staring at me.

"You made it," I whisper in awe. 

The corners of her mouth rise slightly, and she says, "You did it. Thank you." She weakly tries to raise her hand, but I reach out and grasp it, returning it to her lap. "You shouldn't have helped me, but thank you." She repeats herself. "You need to go save Brooke. She needs you now." Her free hand ruffles through the rags of her clothes, and pulls out her keycard, handing it to me. Somehow it survived whatever happened to her better than she did. "Get to her, and save her. I'll be fine now."

Watching as her burns slowly heal themselves, I understand that she is tied to the car even more than I realized. Are her burns because of the fire ant's attack on the Orange Bubble?

I realize that she wants me to leave her here, but I don't think I can do that.

"I'm not leaving you," I protest. "Not yet." I hurry around my car, and get into the driver's seat. Hopefully the car has recovered enough, but when I go to start it, there are no keys. "Dang it!" I fret, hitting my hands against the steering wheel. And just like that, the car attempts to start. It obviously has some issues as the engine in the rear doesn't sound very good, but after a number of tries, it starts.

Both doors close on their own, as I put my car in gear and drive.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 11



A loud crash accompanies the sound of my car crashing through the main gate. Angela groans at the impact, and I curse myself for forgetting how linked the two are. The tires had been flat when I'd started driving, but by the time I pull up besides AnnaBelle's SUV, they're full and riding smooth.

"She's going to be okay," I say after the women follow me to a nearby gas station. 

Becky and Lisa both go to check on the punk clad woman, and introduce themselves. AnnaBelle pulls me aside, and there is a serious look in her eyes as she looks at me.

"You've done a lot of wrong today, but you saved her life. I hope you don't end up regretting your decision." Her tone is sadly disapproving, but I don't care. Angela is going to live!

I open my mouth to respond, but Lisa comes over, and states, "She keeps saying you need to go save Brooke. Isn't that the woman that lived across from you in your old apartment?"

AnnaBelle sighs heavily, and we both turn to look at her. "Seems like you're going to need some more looking after, Lyden."

"Now hold on," I protest. "I truly appreciate all that you've done so far, but I can't ask you to go into the Shadow World for me."

"Shadow World?" Lisa asks, but I just shake my head.

"It's where Angela and Brooke are from," I explain. "I probably don't have time to explain it in detail, but it's a lot more dangerous than anywhere else here on Earth. Basically envisage almost every mythical creature, both dangerous and benign, produce some just for fun, and that's where they live."

Lisa looks me hard in the face, before giving herself a nod. "I'm going. You could use the help, but just one thing. . . ." She reaches out, and I realize my wings are still wrapped around my body as she tentatively touches them. "What are you?"

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Becky decides to head back home. She feels guilty, but when it's decided to take my magical car, we have to admit that there isn't room for the five of us. If I had a choice, only Angela and I would go, but AnnaBelle claims her faith will protect her, and I've learned firsthand just how capable Lisa is with her martial arts.

Angela tries to stop the two women from coming along as well, but they won't have it, and to my own surprise, I come to their aid.

"Look, Angela, you're already wanted for bringing a human to your realm. Is being wanted for two more really going to matter?" The succubus submits to my logic.

Once we're all loaded, and Becky is Driving AnnaBelle's vehicle away, I turn us in the direction of the office building that leads to the Shadow World, but Angela stops me.

"There is another portal that will take us closer to where Varun is keeping Brooke. We'll lose some hours on Earth, but gain more in my world." She pats the car, and smiles at me. "Besides, things will be easier with your car, and there is no way to get it into that elevator."

Following her directions, we head towards Florida.

With the Orange Bubble and Angela together, my car is fully functional in a couple hours, and I no longer have to manually drive it. The succubus brings us up to speed on what's happened since she'd left me.

TanaVesta's creatures had caught up with her, within hours of leaving me behind at the beach. She'd been tortured and beaten, only to be healed through non-violent, but embarrassing sexual encounters, and the torment was started all over again. The curse of her nature being that every time whoever was molesting her came, her body would suck some of their life away, healing her.

Brooke apparently showed up a couple days later, and rescued her. Again. The succubus had been badly wounded at the time, but had been able to exact her revenge on her torturer, leaving him barely alive, and her fully recovered. I didn't want to think too closely on how she managed that.

Brooke had gone back to the Pillar of Fire's demesne after finding out that one of the two Pillars that TanaVesta had been meeting, and intending to kill, was Varun. The other Pillar was the Pillar of Air, Fujin. The two often traveled together, Fujin helping to carry around a water orb that Varun had to stay in, when not in natural water.

TanaVesta succeeded in killing Fujin, but was too weak to kill Varun afterwards and had locked him up. When the red dragon's agents had failed to bring me back, she'd sent out a kill order, and then reveled in torturing the Pillar of Water, her antithesis.

With Angela's help, they were able to rescue Varun, but when he was back in his own realm, he turned on both of them, ordering them to be locked up. Angela barely escaped with her life and came for me, while Brooke is still being held under his power.

"Why did he turn on his rescuers?" Lisa asks, and I'm curious of the same thing. I'm also surprised at how well Lisa is handling everything. I don't miss the looks that pass between the succubus and the martial artist, however, nor the unhappy looks she gives me afterwards.

For some reason the succubus looks at me, before responding. "Long ago she failed in a mission, and has been wanted ever since. Since I used to owe my allegiance to the Pillar of Fire, he didn't trust me either. I think TanaVesta's torturing has unhinged him slightly. The Pillar of Fire is no longer her normal self. She's changed, and not for the better. More unstable than even when she held you, Lyden."

"Fire may shine bright, but it also casts dark shadows," AnnaBelle pipes up. She'd been quiet for the most part, only speaking occasionally. "I will pray to the Lord that she finds her way back to the light."

Angela gives AnnaBelle a calculating look, before saying, "You know that the Pillar of Light is the same as your God, right?"

The look that crosses the older woman's face is hard to read, and she withdraws, no longer willing to talk to us. Occasionally I hear her mumbling, "Pillar of Light. . . ."

The sun has long since set by the time we hit the Florida Keys, and too late does it occur to me that the path to the demesne of Water is likely going to be in the water.

"Relax, Lyden," Angela calmly tells me. "The portal we need is under the Bermuda Triangle."

"U-under?" My knuckles are white as they grip my seat, and it takes all of my concentration to keep my breathing steady as the front of my car dips into the waves. Lisa and AnnaBelle worry too for a moment, but they still handle it better than I do.

Even so, as water flows over the top of my car, I hyperventilate, and pass out.

* * *

"I haven't been able to thank you properly for saving my life," Angela's voice whispers to me, and I open my eyes, only to find that we are in the black mind-space of one of our minds, minus the red haze. "We're in your mind," I hear her again, and know that she's picking up on my thoughts.

Before I have a chance to speak or react, I feel her lips pressed firmly to mine, and there is no mistaking the feeling of her lithe naked body pressed firmly against mine.

Despite how pleasurable her lips feel against mine, her words spark a question in my mind that I want answered.

"How did my car save your life?" I ask, trying to pull my face away from hers. She continues to try kissing me, but when it becomes obvious that I want my question answered, she sighs and backs away a little.

"I told you that I had Cyclopes remodel your car, right? Good. Well, they always exact a price, as well as a payment." A price and a payment? That doesn't make sense. "The price was a bit of my soul, to power the car. Don't bother asking what the payment was, I won't tell you." I remember Brooke saying that Cyclopes weren't very nice, and decide to let her keep that secret.

"You didn't have to do that for me!" I tell her, not happy about what she had to give up.

"Relax! For a succubus, giving up part of the soul is no big deal. We recover it the next time we feed, and it was the least I could do after putting you in the hospital." Her eyes grow serious as she meets my gray eyes. "Don't you realize that every time you're with someone, you're doing the same thing? You're sharing your soul with them, and they with you. The same thing happens when you're in someone's mind. Your soul travels to them temporarily."

Of course I had no idea! I want to scream, but the look I feel on my face says it all.

"I see," she says. "Well, nevermind. It doesn't hurt you, but you'll find that any partners you have will become closer to you, and also more loyal, the longer you're with them." That would explain Lisa and Becky's behavior, but I don't like how callous she is about her soul. She draws in a deep breath, which does wonders for her jewelry pierced b-cup bosom. "Anyway, when I was reunited with the car, the two parts of my soul began working together again and healed both of us."

"But how can that work?" I ask, confused. "Both my car and you were damaged. How could you both recover? You'd think one would grow weaker, to repair the other."

Angela laughs, sounding beautiful and not at all derogatory. "By using the same fuel you and your car run off of." I open my mouth to ask just what my car runs on, but she stalls me. "Are you going to ask questions during our time here, or are you going to let me thank you?"

"I thought you said we can't be together," I shoot back, the pain and hurt I'd felt at her loss for the last week resurfacing with a vengeance.

She's sober for a moment as she considers what I'd said. Just when I'm about to open my mouth and demand an answer, she speaks. "We can't be together physically, Lyden. I think you've figured out why, but in here, in our minds, we're safe."

"Because you're worried about allowing yourself to get pregnant? Don't you think I should have a say in that?" Just then, something occurs to me. "Maybe I do! Shouldn't I be able to choose when to procreate?"

"Maybe. I don't know," she hedges, then turns serious. "But you don't understand the danger! We would be hunted. Assassins would try to kill our child as well as us. There is no telling what our offspring may be. Many are so screwed up from their mixed parentage, that they become insane and very dangerous. It's always better not to risk it." I can't help but wonder how many times the law about interbreeding has been broken.

"Hmm, hunted you say?" I ask, sarcasm thick in my tone. "Why does that seem familiar?"

"Okay, okay," she relents. "But right now, we are in here, and unless you plan on doing something in front of our guests in your car, we'd better get started. I'm still a little weak from my torture, and could really use a bit of you!"

She doesn't even wait for me to respond this time, before speeding into me, and tackling me to the black ground. Her lips press against mine with a passion and need that refuses to be held off, and her crotch rubs against me frantically, making me want to forgive and forget her absence this past week.

My hands drop to her naked rear, and I command my clothes off. She gasps into our kiss as her already sopping wet pussy comes into contact with my stiff rod, and I feel her orgasm wash over me at the same time.

I remember what she'd said about this energy being a trading of souls, and how every time it happens, whoever I'm with will become closer to me. I'm not naive enough to think that it doesn't happen both ways.

Angela sits up, reaches between us grasping my hard cock and without slowing down, impales her cunt on my sword. Her insides ripple around my length, attempting to conform to my size, while my own manhood tries to do the same for her, oddly intensifying the sensations we're giving each other.

"Oh, Lyden. Please forgive me, I've missed you so much, and need this so badly right now!" she cries out as her buttocks sit forcefully in my lap.

On inspiration, I grab her face, looking deep into her hazel eyes, before saying, "Angela, you're forgiven." Tears well up in her eyes, and she tries to hug me close, but I don't let go of her slender face. "But if you ever leave me like that again, there will be no going back."

I let go of her, and she nods once, before dropping her lips back down to mine, and kissing me softly. This time there is no need or lust in the kiss, but instead it's filled with love and tenderness. My heart expands for the succubus, and even though I don't know what I'm going to do about Becky and Lisa, I know I can't give Angela up.

The blue-haired punk's hips pick up a rhythm that belies the love of her kiss. Even in the vast emptiness that we created in our minds for this coupling, the sounds of her pelvis slapping against mine seems to echo around us. She grunts every time she brings her hips down, and soon has to break the kiss in order to gather her breath.

I take the opportunity to sit her up slightly, and latch onto one of her nipple rings. Without moving us physically, I mentally change our positions so that I'm on top, and start pounding my pelvis against her, driving my phallus deep into her with each impact, reveling in the way her ever-changing twat feels around my shaft. My left hand mauls her right breast, enjoying the firm softness of her flesh, as I feel her second orgasm through my cock. Oddly, I don't feel any energy transference from her.

The bliss of that, coupled with my emotional state, sends me over the edge, and my eyes snap open as I feel myself back in my body again, sitting in my car, and I loose my seed into my underwear.

"You'd better not leave me, either," Angela whispers softly into my ear, and I can hear the grin in her tone. She'd done that on purpose!

I'm about to have a few choice words with her, but Lisa pipes up from the back seat, and I forget all about the succubus's trick.

"What's that haze ahead of us?" the martial artist asks, and I have to force myself to look into the water flowing past the submerged Orange Bubble.

Headlights shine on two ancient columns, standing upright, though covered in barnacles and other sea life. Between them is a shimmering that reminds me of the portal in TanaVesta's lair.

"We are deep under the Bermuda Triangle. That's the path into Varun's demesne," Angela says, and even I can't miss the note of fear in her soft voice.

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The Succubae Seduction Ch. 12



With water all around, will Lyden be able to overcome his fear of drowning? What will it take to save his childhood friend, the mermaid assassin? Fear builds as Lyden meets a new, very powerful being. Will he be able to make an ally, or a new foe?

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Chapter 12
Marchosias.

We sit motionless near the dim ocean floor, the recently recovered Orange Bubble's headlights shining on two ornately carved columns. Fish swim around both my car and the columns, but not between the barnacle-encrusted edifices.

Shimmering between the two pillars is the portal back to the Shadow World and Varun's demesne. None of us speak as we contemplate what lies ahead of us. Varun, the Pillar of Water, is holding my childhood friend, the assassin mermaid Brooke, captive. Despite her role in freeing him from the Pillar of Fire, he has imprisoned her for failing a past mission, which I know has to deal with my own past.

I don't want to dwell too much on that. I'm afraid of what I might learn or realize.

"Is the plan to stare at that portal?" AnnaBelle asks, and I give a guilty start at her voice. The longer we wait, the longer Brooke suffers.

"Can my car go through that?" I ask, unsure now that I'm faced with going through with this. I'm not questioning the fact that we need to go save her, but whether we can pull this off. A succubus tied to the fire element, an Aikido instructor, a woman with more religious faith than I feel is emotionally healthy, and me; a generator with unknown skills and abilities. Oh, and the Orange Bubble, a magical Volkswagen Beetle. 

"How do you think I got it back from the Cyclopes after getting it fixed up?" Angela gives a nervous laugh. It's only then that I remember that Cyclopes are supposedly the offspring of Poseidon. I desperately hope we don't run into Him! It's taking all my effort not to freak out about being surrounded by so much water as it is, and the thought of facing a water god is daunting enough. Knowing that Varun is even more powerful than Poseidon doesn't encourage me.

"Cyclopes?" I hear one of the women in the back seat murmur, but I ignore the question.

The water seems to press in all around me, and I have the strong desire to turn and go home, but my friend needs me. She's saved my life more than once, and I can't turn my back on her. Willing my car forward, I steer it between the two columns.

The car jounces as it lands hard on wet sand. Rain pours down from a dark sky above, but it's still brighter than the bottom of the ocean had been. I can't help but wonder where the light comes from in this world. It takes me a few moments to process the changes around us. Waves lap against the sandy beach as wind and rain buffet the Orange Bubble.

"Lyden," Lisa states, her voice filled with awe, "we are going to have a long talk when we get home. There is a lot you haven't told us."

Once again, I'm riddled with guilt. She'd been willing to follow me into danger to save a woman that means nothing to her, and I've been keeping a wide range of secrets from her and Becky, my two girlfriends.

"Where to?" I ask, turning to the blue-haired succubus. I can't look Lisa in the face.

"We're going to need some help," Angela says, looking at the two women in the back of my car, and then back at me.

"How did you plan on me doing this by myself?" I ask her. She'd wanted me to come here without her and rescue Brooke, but the further we go towards that goal, the more I realize I couldn't have done this without her.

"I have no doubt you could have done this," she says with enough confidence that I almost don't doubt her. Her eyes gleam at me, and I wonder how much of her statement is how she thinks of me, and how much is her love for me. "We need to see an old acquaintance of mine."

"Um, this isn't going to turn out like it did with the Pillar of Fire, is it?" I ask, worry about meeting another one of the succubus's 'friends' making my heart skip a beat.

"Only if you're into men," she tells me, a twinkle in her eyes. "I know he isn't very particular about who or what he copulates with. In fact, he has a wide range of perversions."

I open my mouth to protest that that's not what I meant, but Lisa pipes up first. "What does she mean, Lyden?"

Angela seems to have been waiting for that question. "The last time I introduced him to someone I know, he screwed her in front of a huge audience. He didn't even care that she was a huge fire-breathing dragon."

"Now wait—" I protest, my cheeks going a deep crimson color.

"Lyden" Lisa cuts me off, and I can hear a smile in her tone, "I knew you were kinky, but I had no idea!"

"Ahem," AnnaBelle clears her throat, cutting into the conversation, "If we're done joking around, I believe a woman needs saving?" Chagrined, I realize she's right. "And you berated me for my past," she continues, directing her tone at me, undoubtedly referring to my outburst against her earlier this week. Even though I can sense the humor in her tone at her second comment, I can also hear an edge to it. She still hasn't completely forgiven me.

"Yes, well," I say, swallowing my pride, and trying to get back to the matter at hand, "where to?"

"He's not far," Angela says, pointing inland. 

Putting my car in gear, I press on the gas.

And go nowhere. The engine revs, and I can hear the tires turning but the wet sand is too loose, and my car with all of its enhancements, can't gain traction.

"Anyone care for a walk?" I ask, dreading the prospect of hiking through the torrential rain.

"It might be better if it's just you and me," Angela states, and I look at her curiously. "He doesn't like large groups. And while he isn't very particular, having three women around may be too tempting for him."

"I think I'm a little old for anyone," AnnaBelle says at the same time Lisa states, "I can take care of myself."

"I meant what I said about him not being particular, AnnaBelle," Angela says with a meaningful look. Turning to Lisa, she adds, "I have no doubt you can handle yourself against regular humans, but Marchosias is a warrior of some renown."

"So . . . he's dangerous, then?" I ask, already afraid I know the answer.

"Have I introduced you to anyone who isn't?" she replies, grinning widely as she opens the passenger door and steps out into the rain.

Sighing, I look into the rearview mirror at the other two women. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Sorry about this." I don't wait for a response, before stepping out.

It feels like I step into a waterfall, the water is coming down so hard and fast. My pants stand no chance against the deluge, and I'm immediately soaked. I still haven't put on a shirt, after using my last one to bandage the succubus's wounds. Placing my hand over my eyes, I try to look around. Angela is ahead of me, and I can just make her out on the edge of a forest.

Jogging forward, I kick sand up behind me as I move over to the blue-haired woman. "How far do we have to go in this?" I yell to be heard over the downpour, and squinting to keep the torrent out of my eyes.

Angela's clothes are plastered to her lithe body, and I can easily make out her nipple rings through the thin material. "Just through here, there is a cave a little ways up," she yells back, and then begins the trudge into the woods. 

The trees slow the inundation a little, but thankfully it's a warm downpour. I realize that I'm having very little problem being surrounded by this much water, and wonder if I can use this experience to overcome my terror of water. I try to imagine myself swimming through the forest, the swaying trees nothing more than flowing seaweed. While my heart rate rises, I'm able to keep my breathing under control.

By the time we reach the cave, the beach is no longer in sight. I hope Lisa and AnnaBelle will be all right. I feel bad about leaving the two behind, but if we're going to see another of Angela's acquaintances, they should be safer in my car.

I hope.

Water sheets off the entrance to the cavern, but as I'm already soaked, I don't mind stepping through it. The ground just inside rises slightly, and the air is just as warm as it had been outside. I'm surprised I'm not chilled at all, until I realize I'm completely dry. Looking down at my body, my jeans look slightly stiff, as if they had been hung out to dry. Running my hands through my hair, I find it lacking just as much water.

"Rather convenient, isn't it?" Angela asks as she steps through the water curtain. "Though I was enjoying the way you were looking at me."

"You noticed, huh?" I ask, feeling embarrassed for some reason.

"Your thoughts were a little loud," she teases me, her smile growing. To my surprise, she reaches down, and pulls her shirt up over her head, displaying her tasty assets to me.

"I don't think we have time to fool around," I say, though my second brain is trying to argue that there is always time to fool around.

She hands me the shirt, and I notice it's changed from what she'd been wearing. "You'd better put this on," she says, and I look up to see that she's already recreated another top for her to wear. I don't miss the fact that this one is a little tighter. "No sense in tempting Marchosias. Come on, we still have a bit of hiking to go."

I'm not sure if she was worried about her tempting this Marchosias, or me being the temptation.

I follow her for a ways, deeper into the hillside. Orbs of light are interspersed through the cave, providing a soft white glow. I approach one to get a closer look, and notice that the orbs are actually floating just off the side of the wall.

"I wouldn't do that," Angela warns, and I pull my hand back. I'd been about to touch it, but at her warning, I take a couple of hasty steps back. "They're pretty, but they are also a trap. Touch one, and you'll be stuck to it, until either Marchosias releases you, or something else eats you."

Gulping, I wonder again just what sort of creature we're going to see. "Tell me about Marchosias," I say, and the smile vanishes from her face.

She's quiet for a bit as we walk, before finally speaking softly. "Remember me telling you about the demon that gave me a portion of his soul?"

I whistle softly as that sinks in. We're going to see the creature that helped turn Angela from a human into a succubus. 

She stops, and looks at me seriously. "We need to be extremely quiet through this next part."

Perking my ears, I try to see if I can hear anything, but all I can make out is a constant, uninterrupted din that sounds unlike anything I've ever heard before. Slightly higher pitched, but the way it echoes off the rock walls distorts it beyond recognition.

"What's up ahead?" I ask, suddenly nervous.

"Cyclopes, shh" she states, and then starts walking. Gulping again, I follow her; careful of every step I take. As we continue to travel deeper, the odd sound gets louder, until it starts hurting my ears. Why are we supposed to be quiet with all this racket? I wonder, but don't say anything. I also start to notice an increase in heat, and when we turn a corner, I have to swallow a gasp.

A large ovoid shaped hole punctures the right side of the cave wall, and through it are a large number of big hairy creatures. Muscles bunch as hammers are raised, and then brought down on various things creating the unpleasant clamor. Their bulk is greater than the orcs that'd captured Angela and me, but their skin, barely visible under the thick mat of their hair, is a rich bronze color. Their humanoid faces could be taken for rather ugly men, if not for the large single eye in the middle of their foreheads.

Something tugs the sleeve of my shirt, and I turn to see Angela trying to pull me along. Suddenly very anxious to get moving again, I put my feet in motion.

When the clamoring of their hammers is well behind us, I speak up again. "Those were the creatures that fixed my car?"

The succubus shudders, but nods her head. I remember Brooke saying that they exact a heavy price for their work, and while I'm tempted to find out what she had to pay, another part of me decides I'm better off not knowing. For a demonic creature of sex, there can be only one real coin for payment.

In less than a few minutes later, we arrive at a wooden door. A large brass knocker sits above eye-level, cast in the shape of a snarling wolf's head.

"Let me do the talking," she says, before turning and using the knocker. Eerily, there is no sound as the brass ring strikes the wood, but the door opens a couple seconds later.

Angela leads the way, and I have to force my legs to carry me after her. Beyond the door is not what I expect to see. Lush carpets adorn the walls, except where various heads are mounted. Some are recognizable, like the roaring lion's head or the saber-toothed tiger with fear filled eyes. There is even an orc's head mounted next to a Cyclops's cranium. The one with both an elephant's trunk and a pig's snout on the other hand is new to me. 

A human skull sits white on a wooden table. Around the table are three large-backed reddish chairs. Only two of them are empty. Curled up in one is a wolf-like creature, with large feathered wings folded against its back and a serpent's tail, replete with a rattle.

The beast raises its head as we approach and gazes at us with sharp golden eyes.

"Marchosias," The blue-haired punk says, addressing the monster, "I see you were expecting us."

The thing growls at her, before its outlines become fuzzy, and it morphs into the shape of a robed man. His head is hidden behind a cowl, but when he speaks, his voice is deep, and sounds familiar. "I always know what happens in my domain." The cowl turns to face me, and I can feel the demon's gaze wash over me. "So this is the young man in question," he states, rather than asks. "Yes, I can sense a great deal about him. You know you really should have come to me first, instead of the Pillar of Fire. She's been a little. . . unhinged lately." The succubus stays quiet, and I don't think I could talk if words were put into my mouth. "What a delicious treat you've brought me, Angelica."

My heart pounds as the large creature approaches me. I can sense how powerful this being is and shudder in response.

"We're here to seek your help rescuing a friend of ours from Varun," Angela speaks up, and I sigh in relief as Marchosias turns away from me.

"Another Pillar that has become unsteady lately," he says sadly. "What you ask for is no small thing." He returns to his seat and indicates for us to sit. I wait for Angela to be seated, before I follow suit. "But I suppose you already have experience rescuing people and escaping from the demesne of one of our benevolent Pillars." Derision is thick in his tone as he speaks of the creators of this world. "What aid can I offer you?"

"We have two others with us. The three of them will need to be able to breathe while in Varun's home," Angela says calmly, and my respect for the woman increases. My legs are shaking so bad, that I'm thankful I'm sitting. How does she stay so relaxed?

Marchosias laughs loudly for a few seconds, before replying. "The two women in this mortal's car? That is easy enough, but this man doesn't need my help with that."

I really wish I could figure out who he sounds like. I feel like I should know, but I can't seem to put my finger on it.

Angela stares at me for a moment before evenly replying. "He has some of my skills, but I don't think he is able to give himself gills."

"Just so, he will be fine under the water." There is no mistaking the mirth in his voice. He turns his attention back to me, and I feel my shaking increase. "What you need is through that door, mortal, but I warn you: grab only the two blue vials on the table in the very back. Have your playthings drink from them, and they will be able to breathe underwater for as long as they stay conscious. Should they sleep, the potion will wear off and they will drown. Take anything else, and the consequences will be dire."

I don't think I want to know what Marchosias considers 'dire.'

"Go ahead," the hidden demon encourages me. "The succubus and I have some things to discuss."

Standing, I look to Angela. "Will you be fine out here?" I ask.

Marchosias roars with laughter, startling me and making me want to run for the door. I'd rather face the entire room of Cyclopes than stay in here with the demon a moment longer, but I won't abandon my friend.

"The mortal has balls!" he croaks when he can get enough air into his lungs. "Run along now, little thing. I mean her no harm, you have my word on that."

"He is honorable," Angela vouches for him. I'm still not sure, but Angela nods to me and I head for the indicated door.

Despite my generator abilities, I feel so small compared to all the supernatural creatures in this world. No wonder humans rebelled against them. Even with Angela's assurances, I'm terrified.

The knob turns easily, and the door swings open on silent hinges. With one last look, I turn to Angela, but her back is turned to me. Taking a deep breath, I step through into a long hallway.

Shelves line the walls, filled with more things than I can identify. I easily see why he warned me not to take anything else, though. A stack of gold bullion sits on one shelf next to what I assume is a diamond the size of my foot. Riches aren't the only things in here, either, though I'm certain that everything has some sort of value. There is a mint condition, first edition of Action Comics with Superman, sitting next to a sword, its tang exposed and the blade made of something shinier than chrome that exudes power. Ancient scrolls sit beside a pile of straw, which calls home beneath a. . . .

Did something just move? I almost reach for the sword, something in it drawing me to its brilliant surface, but remember just in time not to touch anything else. Why didn't I think to get some kind of weapon before coming to the Shadow World? Some rescuer I am!

A small noise catches my attention, and I turn to see what'd made it.

My eyes light on one of the glowing orbs, but I can't see anything that would make a noise. I watch the orb for a couple more seconds, but give up. I need to get the vials and get out. This place is giving me the creeps.

"Please," the voice is soft, and I barely hear it, but it catches my full attention.

"Who?" I ask, turning back to the globe.

A small creature walks around the light, its right hand brushing the glowing orb's surface. This is a creature I recognize immediately, with its tiny golden butterfly wings and lithe form covered in a slight golden dress. Her golden hair hangs down to her shoulders, framing a delicate, but pretty face.

"You're a fairy!" I exclaim.

"Darn it!" she pouts, stamping her tiny foot. "I was hoping for a smarter hero. This one'll never do." She tries to fold her arms, but it's then that I realize her hand isn't resting on the glowing light, but stuck to it.

"You're stuck," I say before I can think better of it.

"Wow! You must be a genius of your kind," she says, her eyes going wide in feigned admiration.

Feeling my ire rising at her condescending tone, I state, "Odd to hear such comments coming from a four inch fairy stuck to a light bulb. I'm sorry I disturbed your rest. I'll be out of your hair soon enough."

I turn to head deeper into the hallway, but she stops me.

"Wait! You can't just leave me here! Do you know what he does to poor innocent fairies like me?" She gives a cute little shudder, but I don't buy it.

"Poor and innocent? You must be taking me for a bigger fool than you look right now." Okay, I know I shouldn't treat her like that, but she started it!

To my surprise, she actually starts laughing. Has she gone mad?

"Oh, I like you," she says after a moment, then seems to examine me. "What are you, exactly? You look like a human, but that's impossible. No one would be dumb enough to bring any humans to this world, much less to that demon's home. So what are you? A werewolf? Not many vampires come this way, and you don't have that aura around you anyway. . . ." No one would be dumb enough to bring a human here, but I brought two. What does that make me?




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 12



"I'm a generator," I tell her calmly, trying to keep my cool.

"A generator? No way! I thought they'd been wiped out. That's so cool!" She grows silent for a moment, and the quiet gets uncomfortable. "So, umm, you gonna rescue me, or what?"

"And risk Marchosias's wrath?" I ask, thinking about the scary being out there talking to Angela.

"I'll make it worth your while," she tells me, shaking her hips suggestively.

This time, it's my turn to laugh. "Ha, I've heard plenty of stories about fairies and their tricks. How do I know this isn't another one?"

"Oh drat!" she pouts as she stamps her foot prettily. She seems to think for a couple moments, before saying, "I can give you my word three times."

The way she states that so matter-of-factly makes me think that her statement should make perfect sense to me. It doesn't, but I pretend as if it does.

"Go ahead," I say, folding my arms and nodding my head.

She grimaces at me, like I just asked her to do the impossible, but she fills her lungs and says firmly, "I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. There! Now get me out of here."

"Okay, now how do you propose I do that?" I ask. I know she didn't say exactly how she'd reward me, but she did promise no tricks. "I have no intention of replacing you on that orb, and it's not like you and it will fit in my pocket."

From out of nowhere, she produces a minuscule blade. Well, miniscule compared to me. For her, it looks like more of a short sword.

"You said you're a generator, right?" She waits for my nod before continuing. "So you can heal me?"

"Yeah, but—" I try to protest, but she cuts me short.

"I'll cut off my hand, you heal me and we get away." Her words make sense, but she doesn't know what she's asking for.

"It doesn't work like that!" I hurriedly say, as she raises her left hand to lop off the right one. Thankfully she stops and looks at me, an annoyed expression painted across her cute little features. "The only way I can heal is through sex. I can't just send the energy to you."

She covers her mouth in a shocked expression, her sword clattering to the tabletop. "You're one of those!" she exclaims, and the way she says it, makes it sound like I'm the biggest lecher in the world. She quickly recovers her blade and points it at me. "You stay away from me. I'm not that big of a fool. You're not going to get my maidenhead that easily, monster."


"You don't understand!" I say, frustration building in me, but I'm trying not to be loud enough to be heard by the demon or Angela. "I'm not trying to take anything from you."

"Ha! You almost had me believing that the prophecies were coming true. As if a generator could exist after centuries of being extinct." Scorn fills her words now, and I just shake my head. What prophecies is she talking about?

I have more important things to worry about right now.

"Fine, stay here. I don't know you, and I don't owe you anything. I came in here to get something to rescue my friend. You'll have to get the next hapless hero who wanders in here to help you." Turning away, I look down the hallway and see the table with a number of vials on it. "You're not worth me risking my life for, anyway." Okay, so that last is a lie. I know I can't just abandon her to the demon outside, but I can't stand the way she constantly belittles me either.

Walking away, I'm surprised that she doesn't say anything to stop me. I reach the table in short order, and groan. Vials of various colors are spread across the table. Some are bubbling, though I can see no source of heat, some glow, while others seem to absorb the light. I have no idea which two vials I'm supposed to grab. Oh, sure, I know I'm supposed to get the blue ones, but which ones are blue? There are days I really wish I weren't colorblind!

I know I need to go back and ask for help, but then I hear the fairy sobbing, and realize that I can use her without losing face. 

Walking back to the diminutive figure, I find her on her knees, head bowed and right hand still on the orb. Her short sword lies in her lap, and I can just make out the sound of her crying.

"Tell ya what," I say, startling her, "I need your help. Promise to help me, and I'll figure out some other way to get you free."

"How?" She lifts her head to look at me, and I can see the marks her tears have left on her cheeks. "Only the demon can release me from this trap, or I have to lose my hand. This is my fighting hand, and I won't give it up, but neither will I surrender my maidenhead to you. It's hopeless."

It takes a great effort of will not to try and comfort the little lady. The sword in her lap helps me hold back.

"We don't have to completely have sex," I tell her. "I just need to get off with your help. You can keep your maidenhood. I just need to borrow your eyes for a second."

"My . . . eyes?" she asks, horrified.

"Not like that! I'm colorblind, and need to know which two vials over there are blue," I explain, and see her visibly relax.

"I still think you're a pervert, and if you're lying to me I'll make you pay." She brandishes her thin blade at me, emphasizing her point. The way she does it, however, shows me that she isn't very experienced with her left hand. "But if it will get me out of here, then I'm willing to give it a try. How do you propose I help you?"

I blink, realizing that this is going to be a problem. At about four inches tall, she can't exactly give me a blowjob, and I don't particularly care to get my cock that close to the orb anyway. I don't think even my size changing prick will accommodate her tiny kisser. I don't think we have time for me to fall asleep to enter her mind.

I remember the first night Becky and I had been together, and how I had received energy from Lisa as she'd masturbated while watching us. Could it work the other way? Wow, I am a pervert!

"You're going to need to masturbate," I tell her, feeling my cheeks go red at the request. 

One delicate eyebrow rises at my words, but she just mumbles the word, "Pervert," before sitting back down and lifting the hem of her golden skirt with her left hand. She's wearing nothing underneath, and I watch as she glares at me while her free hand goes to cover her crotch. I can just make out a tuft of golden hair above her tiny slit, before her hand covers it, and she begins to move her fingers from side-to-side. Her eyes never leave mine, even when I unzip my pants and pull out my own member.

Despite the atmosphere in here, I'm already hard as I begin stroking my length.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" she demands, heat in her voice. "Did you want to watch me play with myself, while you stroke yourself? Do you like humiliating little fairies like this?" Despite her words, I notice her hand picking up speed, and her eyes dropping to my man-meat occasionally. "Maybe if I spread myself wide for you, it will help with your perverted nature, and we can end this sooner." She matches words to actions, and I watch as she uses two fingers to spread her lips, showing me the delicate canal inside. Despite her behavior, I can easily see that she's wet and enjoying herself.

I only grunt in response, not wanting to take my eyes off her.

"Not enough?" she demands, and though it sounds like she's angry, I can see a smile in her eyes. "Maybe I need to expose my chest to you as well." She's able to slip the strap of her dress off her left shoulder, but with her hand still stuck to the light, she leaves the other strap up. It's enough to bare one breast, though, and I watch, enjoying the way she twiddles her fingers around her already stiff nipple.

I pick up the pace on my own member, moaning softly to let her know that I'm getting close. Is it just me, or is this hallway getting brighter?

"Still not enough?" she asks, but ruins it with a slight moan. "I guess I'm going to have to get really depraved." Leaving her breast exposed, she returns her hand to her pussy, using her pointer finger and pinky to spread her labia, she drives her middle two fingers inter her noticeably dripping snatch. Her eyes close slightly as her head drops back, and she furiously moves her fingers in and out. She can't deny she's enjoying this anymore, as moan after moan escapes her, and when the energy from her orgasm starts to wash over me, I finally reach my own climax.

Hoping it will help, I aim my first shot at her, and it almost knocks her over as it blasts into her chest.

Her head snaps up as my second string arcs its way to her, and quicker than my eyes can follow, she grips her small sword, and swings it at her right arm. Her scream is barely muffled, as the sharp blade rips through her flesh. She gets her stump up in time to catch the third volley on it, grunting again at the force of the impact. To my orgasm-fuzzed surprise, she even begins to scoop up my spunk and shovels it into her mouth.

Finally spent, I place my left hand on the table to keep my balance, and new worry starts to fill me, as I notice a number of objects in the room start to dim, including the sword. It had gotten brighter in here, I realize, worried about what it all might mean. Did those objects react to my ability, or just to our actions?

My worry over that is short lived however, as another is presented to me, in the form of a very sharp blade pointed at my nose. Pointed may be too soft of a term. In truth, I can feel the blade pricking me sharply. I don't miss the fact that the blade is held in her newly formed right hand.

"You've had your fun, pervert, now I demand you get me out of here." Her tone brooks no nonsense, but I back away, shaking my head and rubbing my tender nose.

"Not until you identify the blue bottles I need," I tell her. "You promised three times to help me when you were free, remember?"

"Wasn't your vile act reward enough?" She demands at me, wiping at some of my cum still stuck to her, and I bark a laugh at her.

"That vile act saved you and your hand. All I want you to do is tell me which vials are blue, and then you can go your own way." She contemplates me for a few seconds, before flying over to the table with all the potions on it.

"These two," she says, examining them. "You need to have someone breathe underwater?"

"I need to rescue a friend," I tell her, not wanting to give away too much, but thankful that the vials do what their supposed to.

"Well, these are the ones you want, and as promised, there is no trick." I'd wonder at her words, if she didn't look so serious.

I stare at the two thin bottles, and while I know they're the right general color, I have to take her word on the rest.

"Thank you," I tell her graciously. "Now you can go as you please."

Grabbing the two vials, I turn and walk back down the cluttered hallway.

"Wait!" the fairy yells, but I don't stop. I feel something land on my shoulder, but I refuse to look at her. "I can't get out of here on my own. You, Pervert, will help me leave."

"First of all, my name is Lyden, not Pervert. Second, I don't like your attitude, and our agreement has been met. I got you away from the orb, and you told me which vials to take." I'm trying hard not to smile, but somehow I keep the grin out of my voice.

"You drive a hard bargain," she says in my ear. "What do you want in return for your continued assistance in getting me out of here?" I open my mouth to say that I don't need anything, but she stops me. "No! You can't have my maidenhead. I would rather die, than give up that, Pervert."

"You want out of here?" I ask in annoyance. "What I want from you is a bit of respect. I've given you my name, pixie. Use it, or I leave you here."

"That's it? Done, done, and done. There, I've agreed three times, Lyden. I will treat you with respect, my savior, until we are free of this place," she agrees quickly, and I curse myself for getting annoyed. I probably could have gotten some weapons or something else to aid in saving Brooke, but instead I got a tag-along.

"Fine," I grump. "Hide in the back of my shirt while I walk out."

She opens her mouth to say something, and by the look on her face I won't like it, but she seems to choke, and I realize that she truly can't break any word she's agreed to three times. Frowning, I feel her lift up the back of my shirt, and plant her feet on the waist of my pants. Her small hands grip my skin, and it feels like tiny pincers. Uncomfortable, but as safe as we're going to be, I head out.

"Find what you needed, mortal?" Marchosias asks, as the wooden door closes behind me. I can feel his eyes on me, and a sudden irrational fear overcomes me that he knows that I have the fairy hidden away.

"I-I did," I stumble over my words, as I hold up the two vials, as if to say, 'See, I have what I came for, and nothing else. Nope, nothing but what you see. . . .'

Why did I agree to save the rude fairy? I wonder, as I can feel my heart beating uncomfortably in my chest. Because I can't leave a woman in distress, I answer my own question. Dang my gentlemanly sensibilities.

"Good," Marchosias's voice booms, startling me. I need to be less jumpy, or he'll know something is up. "We have finished our talk as well. I'm sure you can find your own way out." He points to the door, and I have to work hard not to run for it.

"Thank you for your help and advice," Angela says respectfully.

I'm almost to the door, only a couple more steps to freedom.

"You are most welcome, Angelica." Angelica? That's twice he's called her that. My hand is on the knob to open the door when he speaks again. "I'm sorry, Arethusa, but did you really think escaping would be that easy?" Who's Arethusa? The sudden tightening of the fairy's hands on my skin gives away the answer. "And Lyden, didn't I warn you that the consequences would be dire if you took anything else?"

Desperately I turn the knob and pull, but the door won't budge. In horror I watch as the wood fades, and becomes a solid rock wall. Turning, I face the cowled demon, and wait for his attack.

"Lyden, what is he talking about?" Angela asks me, her own voice filled with confusion and fear.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Angelica, that your associate is a thief." The demon raises his hand to point at me, making me flinch, but nothing else happens. Again, I think I recognize the voice, but I still can't place it, and have other more important things to worry about. "I think he needs to learn a lesson." With that being all the warning I get, the hand pointing at me flashes, and I throw up my arms to uselessly block whatever he's throwing at me.

"What?" I ask after realizing that I'm not in pain, or dead. Looking down at myself, I find that I'm completely nude.

"A fairy?" Angela asks, and then turns back to Marchosias, her eyes growing wide. "No, you can't! Don't make her do that," she demands, but after a wave of the demon's hand, she loses her voice.

"He has stolen from me, and as punishment, he will get to keep what he's taken," the demon states, anger in his voice. "Forever."

I can see the succubus shaking her head, and mouthing the word 'no,' but a noise behind me makes me turn around. I don't expect what I find.

The fairy is no longer four inches tall, but four feet tall. She's even shorter than Becky is, though not by much. She is also just as naked as I am.

"Don't look at me," she cries, but when she lifts her head and our eyes meet, there is a . . . well, I don't know what else to call it, but a spark. Immediately we're drawn to each other. Her lips against mine ignite a flame inside me, and even though I'd gotten off just a few moments ago, my cock is almost painfully hard and demanding more.

My entire world shrinks down to just the two of us, as I passionately kiss her back. My arms pull her body tight to mine, careful only of her large delicate wings. 

"I can't stop," she gasps, as I move my lips away from hers, and run them along her jaw line. "We can't do this, but I can't resist." Her words remind me of our situation and I realize we're being controlled.

Anger floods through my system, and I try to fight back, but my lips continue their journey until they reach her soft left breast. The same one I'd masturbated to just a bit ago. Thankfully my ejaculate was removed along with her clothes. I can feel her hand rubbing up and down the length of my wood, as my right hand drops to her rear, and gives it a firm squeeze.

No! I cry out mentally. This isn't right! I need to stop this before I hurt her.

"Please," she begs me. "Fight it. If you take my maidenhood, it will be all over for me."

"I'm trying," I pant, as my mouth moves to her other breast. A moan escapes my mouth as I feel her rub my sensitized head. Nothing I'm doing is working though. It seems the harder I fight, the less control I have. "He's too strong."

Part of me just wants to submit and let this happen. I'd tried to steal from the demon, and been busted. Sex with the fairy—what did Marchosias call her, Arethusa?—can't be the end of the world. I should just get it done and over with.

I feel an ounce of control return to me, and an idea forms in my mind. She is getting ready to impale herself on me, but I throw my efforts not into stopping this, but modifying it. I'm able to move my hands to her arms, and turn her around. Grasping the base of my prick in my left hand, I spit into my right. Using the saliva to lube the head of my penis, I aim it for her pussy.

"Please, no!" she cries in anguish.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as I thrust my hips forward. She cries out in pain and agony as my cock penetrates her.

"Good," Marchosias gleefully cackles. "Now you two are permanently bound to each other!"

I have to fight hard to keep myself under some modicum of control. Looking down, I can see that I'd been successful, as my penis slips further into Arethusa's tight rectum. I can see that it's trying to conform to her tight hole, and feel terrible for the pain I know I'm causing her, but I don't have enough control to stop. I aim a couple more shots of saliva at where we're connected, and within a few seconds, I'm fully ensconced within her colon.

I can feel her crying as her body shakes, and I whisper, "It will be over soon." 

Making sure my thighs are together so that the demon can't see that I'm not in the proper orifice, I grip her hips, and as slowly as I can manage so as not to cause any undue pain, I pull out of her. I'm a little uncomfortable like this, as short as she is, but know I need to keep up the ruse. Just when I think I'm going to be able to pull all the way out, I feel my hips move forward again, and she grunts as my hips hit her soft rear.

Despite the fact that I'm being forced to do this, I can't deny how good her sphincter feels as it glides along the length of my schlong. Deciding that I need to attempt to give her as much pleasure as possible, I bend forward, and let my right hand slide around between her legs, until I find the soft hair at the top of her crotch. My fingers dig for her clit, and she gasps as I pinch it.

"Yes," Marchosias croons in his deep baritone, "give in to your desires, and enjoy it."

I'd almost forgotten about our audience, but I concentrate on my task. I can't even spare a thought for Angela. My left hand moves up her back, avoiding her wings, and then around to her hanging breast. I begin tweaking her nipple while still working on her clit, and after a few moments of me still pounding into her rectum, she actually begins to moan. 

Knowing that I'm no longer causing her complete pain, allows my climax to come quicker. "I'm sorry," I tell her again, as I start to unload into her colon. For a second I can feel my energy levels droop, as a portion of my soul transfers to her. Then my energy levels rebound, and I realize that she's also climaxing.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 12



We both collapse to the floor, and I slip from her bum as we both pant in the culmination of our bliss.

"You two are now permanently tied to each other," Marchosias laughs as he stands over us. With another wave of his hands, I find my clothes have returned, and Arethusa is returned back to her normal size, her slender form weeping gently on my chest. 

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The Succubae Seduction Ch. 13



With the needed vials in hand, will Lyden and company be able to escape the angry demon's lair? What lies in store for the generator out on the rain soaked beach? Jealousy sparks, and if Lyden thinks the demon was tough, he will learn what angry women can be like.





The Succubae Seduction Ch. 13



Applause greets us, and I realize that we have an audience. Both Angela and AnnaBelle are standing side-by-side, smiling and clapping under a tree. To my surprise, there are even a couple Grindylows, and a few other creatures watching us from a little further away.

"Despite my speed and strength," I tell my sparring partner, "I couldn't land a single blow on you. You want to talk about being in the same league? No, we're not in the same league, but that doesn't mean a thing. So I have abilities you don't. You have skills I don't."

"But you can learn to do that. In fact, the skill you just displayed is above what you should be able to do, after less than a week of practice. I will never be able to learn what you're capable of," she states defiantly.

"So?" I ask back. "I'll never know what it's like to be a woman." Taking in a deep breath, I add, "If it really bothers you that much, then I'll take you home when this is done, and not bother you anymore, but I want you to understand that it doesn't matter to me."

Her blue eyes examine me for a few moments before she replies. "Maybe it doesn't bother you today, but when you can have a woman like her around," she flings her arm out to point at Angela, "why would you want a silly mortal like me?"

I have to fight hard not to laugh. I don't want her to think I'm laughing at her, or belittling her argument, but she really doesn't understand.

"He can't keep me," Angela says, stepping up to us. There is a sadness in her tone that wipes away my mirth. 

"What do you mean?" Lisa asks, warily.

"Different species can't mix. It's against our strongest laws. He is a generator, while I'm a succubus. If we were to have any offspring, they could be very dangerous." Somehow, despite the rain pouring down her face, I get the impression that she's crying. Odd to see an Amazon crying. "I left him, because I was afraid of my own emotions. I only came back because I owe Brooke a favor." She looks at me for a second, before dropping her gaze. "I had hoped to die, and let him be free of me." I remember how she had pushed for me to let her die, so that I could save Brooke. That whole scene takes on a whole new personality now. "He cares too much, though, and I couldn't stand to see him in so much pain."

"That still doesn't resolve why he would choose to be with Becky or me. I've seen Brooke. What's to stop him from going after her when he gets bored with us?" I'm surprised to hear so much pain in her voice. We haven't been together long, but obviously she cares deeply for me.

"For the same reason," I tell her. "Brooke is a mermaid."

She spins on me, and I can see anger in her eyes now. "So what's to stop you from finding another . . . whatever you are?"

"I'm a generator, and I'm not even supposed to exist." I have to swallow the lump that tries to form in my throat as I speak, not wanting to say the words, but also knowing that I can't hide from the truth anymore. "I don't know what my parents were, but I know they were killed for being together. For having me. Who knows, one of them may have been human, but I don't even know that. Brooke saved my life for some reason, and I think that's why she's imprisoned now. None of that matters, though. You want to know why I won't abandon you? Because that's not who I am. Brooke may very well have been the one to kill my parents, but tomorrow I'm still going to face my deepest fears, enter that water, and save her. Not just because she's a friend, but because I don't abandon anyone." I shoot a dark glance at Angela, accusing her of doing just that to me, then turn and walk into the forest.

My emotions are broiling inside, and I don't know what to think or feel. I can't ignore the thoughts that have been in the back of my mind any longer. Brooke had been there when my parents were killed. Yes, she'd saved my life, and her being a mermaid gives me an idea as to how I'd been able to survive for two days, until Brooke pretended to find me and take me to the local police station.

Marchosias's comment about me not needing a potion to survive under the water becomes clear to me as well. Despite myself, I start laughing. Not the happy giddy laugh I've been having, but a dark angry laugh. All those years of being afraid of any water deeper than my knees, and I can likely breathe under water just fine. Likely something I picked up from Brooke when I was still a little child. That doesn't quite seem right, though, as I know our souls couldn't have mixed back then.

Everything keeps coming back to the assassin mermaid. Why had she stuck with me all those years? Was it to watch me, and maybe kill me if I became too dangerous? Why save me in the first place, then? Too many questions and the only one that can answer them is wallowing in a prison, deep below the waves. Tomorrow, one way or another, I'm going to have some answers!

"Lyden?" a soft voice says, and I spin around, ready to defend myself. To my surprise, it's AnnaBelle. Her usually soft brown eyes are hard, as she sees me in a defensive crouch. 

"Sorry," I mumble, as I stand up straight again. 

"Don't apologize to me, young man," she says in a tone that makes me want to apologize again. "You've hurt those two ladies out there, and while I don't condone the way you're living, I can see that they both care deeply for you."

"I've hurt. . . ." I trail off, not understanding. Lisa had made demands of me, and all I'd done was defend myself. How had I hurt them? Angela had stepped in, and basically declared that she'd rather be dead, than with me. Okay, maybe that's an oversimplification of things, but still!

AnnaBelle's brown eyes never leave me, and I start to fidget, as I try to come up with something to say back. Is there anything to say? Anything that won't get me into hotter water?

"Well, I'm not going to stand out here in the rain, while you try and figure out where you went wrong," she states, and walks back down to the beach, muttering about the impertinence of youth until she's out of earshot.

When did I get an ornery grandmother? Sheesh!

Sighing, I try to gather what bits of my pride I might have left, and walk out of the forest. I find the younger two women standing on the shore, looking out over the choppy waves. There is a small distance between them, as though they want to be close for comfort, but can't overcome their differences.

Where did that insight come from?

"Lisa, Angela, I'm sorry for my outburst back there," I say, and don't expect their reaction.

Both women turn and tackle me in a fierce hug. Sputtering, I try to catch myself, but the rain soaked sand gives way beneath me, and I go down. With Lisa alone, it wouldn't have been so bad, but with Angela as an Amazon, the wind gets knocked from my lungs.

"No, Lyden, we're sorry," Lisa pouts into my left shoulder. "I had no idea about what you had going on, and I guess I didn't really understand you either. Just. . . . Just promise me, no more secrets?"

Still unable to breathe, I just nod, and she hugs me tighter. Air is overrated anyway.

Angela pulls away from us, and I can see tears in her eyes, even though the rain has us all soaked. "We're not good for each other, Lyden," she starts to say, but I cut her off.

"What does it matter?" I demand of her. "You're already an outlaw in this world, and doubly now for helping me bring Lisa and AnnaBelle here. You make me happy, Angelica," I don't know why, but for some reason I feel it important to use the name Marchosias had used, "and I'm not willing to give you up."

"No one has called me that in centuries, except for Marchosias," she cries, a smile in her eyes. She looks to Lisa, and the smile fades. "You have a girlfriend," she says sadly. "A succubus isn't a good thing to have in a relationship. Especially not one over four hundred years old." She starts to walk away, but Lisa disengages herself from me and stops her.

"I haven't known you for long," the blonde says, "but I've noticed you seem to worry more about what should or shouldn't be, than what those around you think or feel. I can't speak for Becky, but you came to rescue AnnaBelle and me from those little green creatures. I can see the level of your character in your actions, and I'd like to get to know you better."

"But, you know what I am," Angela attempts to back up, but Lisa matches her steps. "I absorb a portion of a person's soul when I copulate with them. It's not that I'm trying to protect myself. I could hurt you."

Standing up, I approach the succubus, and stop her with a hand on her arm. "But you won't," I tell her. "And as long as I'm around, you won't be able to hurt her, because I'll just generate enough to keep us all safe."

"If that were the only problem, I would relent, but Lyden; you know what happened last time we were together. The temptation was too strong. I almost made a terrible mistake." I can see desperation in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do, but she's also afraid of the consequences.

"I think that should be my decision too," I tell her firmly, locking her eyes with my own. "I've been figuring out some things with my ability to absorb other's abilities. I can breathe underwater, even though I've never actually slept with Brooke. It would explain what Marchosias meant about me not needing that potion. I have no doubt that I can choose when to procreate, just like you can. We're safe there, too."

You'd think I'd just given her the moon, as she hugs me tightly. In fact, if she hugs me any tighter, my head's going to pop off, just like that orc's head a couple weeks back.

"Can't . . . breathe," I gasp, and the Amazonian succubus lets me go. She turns and hugs Lisa a bit more gently, while I try and gasp for sweet air. Rain gets sucked up instead, and I end up doubling over, and coughing instead. "Definitely not a fantasy to have you in that form," I gasp when I can get enough air into my lungs.

Both women laugh, and Angela slaps my back hard enough to send me to sprawling back to the ground.

"Lyden," she says solicitously, "If you're that weak right now, you're going to be in trouble tomorrow." She turns and winks at Lisa, "I think we need to recharge his batteries."

"I thought we'd never get to that," Lisa nearly bounces as she starts stripping off her sodden clothing.

"What about AnnaBelle?" I ask, looking over to the Orange Bubble, only a small distance down the beach. Even with this rain, if she looks our way, she might be able to see us. I really don't care to deal with the pious woman's wrath.

"She can watch if she wants," Angela states, "but right now, you're ours." She starts to strip as well, and then pauses. 

What now? I wonder, but she pulls something from her animal skin clothing. She looks at it for a few seconds, and I can tell she's trying to come to a decision. Without warning she turns, and I know she's about to throw whatever it is into the water. I catch her arm just in time, and pull the thin object from her hand.

"No don't," she cries, but I turn around and look at it. Carved into a thin sheet of marble is the image of a young woman. The workmanship is exquisite, showing every nuance and shadow. Even though it's shaped out of marble, it somehow reflects color. "Please don't look at it," she pleads with me again.

"Who is it?" I ask, and an almost completely naked Lisa looks over my shoulder, her left breast pressed into my arm.

"She's pretty," she says. "How did they get the stone to give her that chocolaty skin color?"

I look up to Angela, while I wait for an answer. Then I realize, and curse myself for not having realized it earlier. "This is you!" I exclaim in shock, and see the confirmation written across her face. I look back at the carved relief, and examine it closer. Her skin tone has a deep brown color to it, her hair long and curly black. Full red lips shape her mouth in a face that had obviously seen hard times. A small nose sits beneath almond shaped eyes that give away some Asian heritage. She looks to be in early twenties, her cheeks slightly sunken, and the corners of her lips pointed slightly down. Like Lisa had said, she was pretty, but it's obvious that the marble carving doesn't do her justice.

"You hate me now," Angela says sullenly. "I understand. Just please, don't—" In the time it's taken for her to form those words, I send the image of who she used to be, back at her. As I watch her body transform into a slightly shorter, black-Asian mixed heritage woman, I pull her to me and kiss her soft lips, ending words that have no reason to be said.

"Don't leave me out!" Lisa pouts when it looks like the kiss may continue for a while, and I pull back, laughing.

"What makes you think I would be bothered by the original you?" I ask, curiosity filling me.

"I . . . I was a slave," she says haltingly. "I was abused, and constantly told how worthless I was. I had forgotten everything until I asked Marchosias to show me again. I remembered that you wanted to know the real me, Lyden," she stops to swallow before continuing, "and I asked. You can change me to whatever you want now. I know that my original self isn't that pleasing."

"The hell?" Lisa states, reflecting my own thoughts. "You're beautiful! I wish I had hips like those, or even a chest half that size!"

Angela blinks at the other woman, and then turns questioningly to me. "Well, I don't want those hips and breasts myself," I tell her, "unless they're in my mouth, on top of me, or in my hands."

The dark skinned succubus hugs me tightly again, this time without cracking my ribs, and I can hear her laughing.

"Now if you two keep leaving me out, I'm going to develop a complex!" Lisa says and stomps her foot in the wet sand. Just that quickly, Angela lets me go, and hugs Lisa tightly. "This is more like it!"

Laughing myself, I take the half-step over to them, and wrap both women in my arms. They turn to look at me and their lips come together with mine in a shared kiss.

Lisa is the first to break it. "Am I going to be the only one half naked?" Laughing, I strip my clothes off, reveling in the feeling of the warm rain running down my body.

Turning to Angela, I see that she's taken a couple steps away, refusing to look at us.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worried once more for the succubus. This is not like her in the least.

"I know it's silly, but I'm embarrassed." What the heck? A succubus embarrassed? Is that even possible?

"What do you have to be embarrassed about?" I ask her. "It's not like we haven't been together before."

Lisa's backhand into my chest throws me off balance.

"Idiot," she accuses. "This is the real her. You've never been with her."

It makes sense, kinda. Every time we'd been together, she'd had on a different persona. This is the first time anyone has seen the real Angelica in centuries. She'd already been a bit nervous about showing me her true self, and the prospect of showing me even more must terrify her.

Carefully I walk through the wet sand over to the short black woman, and rest my hand on her shoulder. "Angela," I say, keeping my voice soft and gentle, "It doesn't matter to me what you look like. I care for you as a person, not because of what you can do or how you look, but because of who you are inside." Applying a bit of pressure, I'm able to convince her to turn and face me. I place my fingers under her chin, and lift her face until her brown eyes meet mine. "When we first got together, you told me that you always try to help people with your ability. I can't tell you how much of a help you've been to me, even if it did throw me into a whole new chaotic world." She tries to look away at that statement, but I don't let her. "Don't ever be ashamed of who you are. Be ashamed of others for not accepting the real you."

The succubus's dark eyes search mine, and seeing only perfect honesty there, she pulls me tight to her, burying her head on my chest.

"You don't know who I was, though," she cries to me. "You don't know what I've done."

"But I know who you are now, and I know what you've done for all of us here," I counter.

Lisa comes up to us and pulls Angela away from me. "The past is a place that's nice to visit," she says, "but the present is where we live. Don't sell yourself short. You're a beautiful woman, and you have some amazing abilities. Don't be ashamed of that."

The two women hug again, and I can't hold back the warmth that infuses me as I watch Angela accept what we're saying.

"Now then," Lisa says, a grin splitting her pretty face, "now that that's over, I'm dripping wet from more than just the rain, and I think our generator over there could use some fuel, before we get some rest tonight."

Both women veritably tackle me to the ground, smothering me is kisses. In less time than I thought possible, they have me completely stripped, hard, and moaning in rapid succession.

Lisa is the first to get my cock between her lips, and Angela shoves her healthy dark breasts into my mouth.

"I hope you meant everything you said," Angela whispers to me quietly enough, that I doubt Lisa can hear me over the sound of her delightfully swallowing my cock. "Because I think you're going to be stuck with me for a long while."

I'm not sure if it's her words, or the feeling of my stiff rod slipping down the back of Lisa's throat, but I moan loudly into the tasty teats filling my mouth. Angela's arms wrap around my head, and pull me tighter to her chest. Using my left hand, I find her crotch, and am only slightly surprised by the amount of curly hair I find there. When she'd originally been in this form, trimming the nethers likely would have been unheard of. Even so, I'm able to find her already sopping slit, and slip two fingers inside her.

I wonder about this woman, who had once been human, and without warning, her past opens up to me as she begins to orgasm.

She had been a slave back in the 1600's. Her mother had been a Chinese whore, offered to her father for saving their master's life. Being of mixed blood had only made her life harder. Their master's son had taken great pleasure in tormenting the slaves, especially the women, and even more so Angelica. For some reason he loved to focus on her. One day he would treat her with flowers, making sure everyone saw. The other slaves would regard her with jealousy, as if she were trying to curry special favors, only for him to turn around the next day and have her beaten for no reason.

Every day brought something different from the wealthy son. Every day, he came up with some new way to torment her. The worst was the day he killed her parents. Their crime? Giving birth to a monstrosity of mixed blood, Angelica.

A wizened old woman, who many claimed was cursed and possessed, took pity on her, and offered to take her to a man of great power that could help. Angelica had been desperate to find a better way of life, and agreed to the man's terms.

They would swap a portion of each other's souls. He would gain power and insight from her portion, and she would gain the ability to exact her revenge from his piece of ambiance.

She had noticed the type of girls he took to his room every night, and every night it was a different one. Combining the aspects of what she felt were his favorite fetishes, she was able to change her form. 

Originally, she had meant only to be invited in, and then strangle him in his sleep.

Once in his room, however, he was so kind and sweet, that she thought that maybe he could be different. The thought of actually killing him became harder and harder as the night went on, and she found she was beginning to care for him, despite his crimes against her. 

Of course, he didn't know she was the poor slave of mixed blood that he always tormented, and she couldn't know that this was how he treated every woman he'd brought up here. He was very good at using them and leaving them. She had no experience with this or any real kindness, and as one thing led to another, he took her virginity.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 13



It was only after he was done with his climax, and she was in the afterglow of her own, that he began to brag about the torments he treated upon one lowly excuse for a slave, Angelica.

Internally, she was torn. The bliss she had just experienced in his bed was unlike anything she'd ever had or thought could exist, but his attitude recalled all the things his sweet words had obscured minutes before.

She didn't know what made her perform her next actions, but she took him in her mouth, licking the blood from her broken hymen from his cock. He'd thought he was in heaven, as a woman that looked like the most beautiful goddess in the world to him, debased herself before his manhood. He even enjoyed their little game as she tied him up with his own sheets, before straddling his hips, slipping his meager cock back into her swollen pussy, and rocking her hips forcefully against him. He was hard and very turned on by her actions. 

Only, when he came in her grasping cunt, she didn't stop. She continued to ride him, keeping him hard. Time after time he came, but she never stopped, and never lessened her pace. With each ejaculation, Angelica could feel herself getting stronger and stronger. Each time he pumped his seed into her womb, a new wave of pleasure swept over her, and she never wanted it to stop. She lost all track of time, as eventually, her bliss became one extended orgasm.

She couldn't even hear his screams and pleas for her to stop, that she was killing him. It wasn't until his final orgasm, when she felt the last of his soul meld with hers that she understood what she had done.

She had killed him through sex, and in so doing, become a creature of sex, herself. Addicted to the pleasure of the act, she nevertheless remembered that night to this day. Even though she had originally intended to kill her master's son, the very act of the crime still weighs heavily on her conscience.

I come out of her mind and past as I feel the succubus's body shift atop mine, and Lisa aims my tool for Angela's slit. Her tiny coochy begins to slide down my rod, and for once her pussy doesn't try to conform to my rod, but instead gets stretched wide.

"Now you know," Angela's almond shaped brown eyes look deep into mine, and she pauses, my prick's head barely inside her. There is fear and worry deep in her gaze, but I know it's unfounded.

"And I don't care about that, my sweet Angelica." The grin that splits her face nearly brings out the sun in this rain soaked place, and her face drops down to mine, as she kisses me with more passion than I've ever experienced before.

"Don't keep his mouth busy too long," Lisa says, oblivious to the events that have just taken place.

"Just keep licking my asshole," Angela says over her shoulder. Rain drips from the dark woman's hair, into my face, and I latch onto one of her brown nipples, using her body as a shield. Angela is only about halfway down my pole, when I feel my head bump against her deepest parts. I also feel some other movement, and realize that Lisa must be fingering the succubus's bung hole.

When her orgasm strikes, it washes over me with so much strength, that I'm reminded of the power of TanaVesta. I have to fight hard to retain a sense of my own identity, as unadulterated bliss blasts through my soul.

When I'm finally able to grasp a sense of my surroundings again, I decide I'm sick of feeling sand against my back, and roll us over. Slowly, gently, I set an easy pace, wanting this time to last as long as possible.

Lisa comes around, and plants her pussy on Angela's soft lips, and placing her own against mine. Her tongue dives into my mouth, as she moans at the paradise the succubus's tongue is taking her to. I can feel the martial artists fingers begin to rub against Angela's clit, causing the four-hundred year old woman's cunt to tighten on my own rod, as she spasms in delight.

Breaking the kiss, I lean forward a bit, and take Lisa's smaller tits in my hands, guiding one taught nipple to my lips. Dropping my right hand down, I find the blonde's clit, and rub it vigorously as she rides Angela's tongue to her own orgasm.

While I still feel the power of her climax washing over me, I stand up, pulling out of the dark skinned beauty, picking Lisa up, spin her around, and slam my cock deep into her vagina. Within seconds my balls are slapping against her clit as I pound into her.

Angela scoots back on the sand, and Lisa is flexible enough to bend in half, and starts to suck the other woman's juices right from the source.

Watching the light skinned athlete eat out the ebony bombshell is really turning me on, and I know I'm getting close. As good as Lisa's inner folds feel wrapped around my penis, I decide to dump my load into Angela. She'd wanted it before, and as long as I choose not to get her pregnant, we should be good.

I wait until I can sense Angela getting close by the sound of her moans, before pulling out of Lisa, dropping to my knees, and sliding back into the prostrate woman. Lisa has to plant her hands above Angela's shoulders as I plant my mouth forcefully against her labia. The two women begin to kiss madly as I feel both of their orgasms wash over me. The sensations are too strong, and I lose all sense of who or what I am, as I fire my seed deep into the one-time slave's womb.

Our souls mix and mingle, our minds becoming one, and for a bit my strongest desire is to be with these two forever. Or is it their desire to be with me? I can no longer tell, nor do I even care anymore, as I continue to pump my cock into Angela, making squelching noises, as I churn what seems like a never-ending stream of cum inside her.

I don't notice when I fall back into the sand breathless, but I do become slightly aware of who I am again, when Lisa slips my softening member into her twat. She leans forward, and tries to suck my cum from the succubus's sweet cunt.

It's going to be a long night, I realize, but I don't think I'm going to mind. At least the rain has lightened to barely a drizzle.

I just hope AnnaBelle is able to get some rest before we storm the home of Varun, the Pillar of Water, tomorrow.

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits, ideas, and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a LOT more lackluster and confusing.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 14



A prophecy is revealed, and Lyden's path is set. But he has more important things to worry about, like rescuing his childhood friend. Will he be too late? He has already delayed longer than he ever wanted to. The path to Brooke is wrought with peril, but will the path out be any easier?





The Succubae Seduction Ch. 14



I wonder though, if the laws state that there can be no interbreeding, how would Marchosias get away with it?

The captain grunts, and dismisses me like a piece of trash. "See that he behaves." He swims around us once more, before adding, "You can leave them in my care, and be gone." He waves his three subordinates towards us, but Angela clears her throat.

"Respectfully, Captain, my orders were to deliver them directly into the dungeons. My master doesn't want another incident." Angela's tone is respectful, but at the same time insistent.

The captain glares at the succubus, while the other three surround us. If this goes badly, we're in trouble. Looking at the mer-people, I notice the mermaid sneaking glances at my package. I try to give her a winning smile, but she huffs and looks away. Her attitude doesn't hide her slight blush though.

"That situation was rectified, and the one responsible punished. Do not impugn upon my honor, succubus." There is no mistaking the anger in the merman's voice.

What incident is this? I wonder, but things are moving too fast for me to think long on it.

"I understand, captain, but my orders were clear. My punishment will be severe if I fail my master." My heart almost breaks to hear the pleading in her voice, even though I know the story is false.

"What do I care about the punishment of a succubus?" the captain glares at the dark-skinned succubus. The mermaid swims up to the captain and whispers something to him. He backhands her, sending her sprawling through the water. "Don't presume to tell me my job, Ondine." Despite being struck, Ondine rights herself, and takes up her post again, her cheek turning red where the captain had struck her. The captain turns back to Angela with a sour look on his face. "Fine, we will take you to the dungeons, succubus, and then you will depart, or face Lord Varun's wrath." He smiles wickedly as he adds, "And lately, his wrath has been vicious, indeed. Especially to women."

He begins to swim away, and the other three around us indicate we should follow. I take Lisa again, as we're escorted to the massive castle. I don't miss the fact that Ondine swims next to me, with one merman behind us, and the other one on the other side of Angela and AnnaBelle.

Looking at Ondine, I begin to wonder if all mermaids have smaller breasts, as her brown hair streams behind her in the water.

As we enter the city, I marvel at the architecture around us. Doors open up to the water on every level; there is no need to only have entryways at the base, as anyone can swim.

"You swim worse than a newborn," Ondine snidely says next to me, and I have to keep my mouth shut, as I'm supposed to be mute. Instead I try to smile dumbly at her, nodding my head. She doesn't seem impressed.

Our escort leads us down to the seafloor, and over to a door in the side of one of the castle's minarets. He pounds on the door and a moment later a panel moves aside. The unmistakable eyes of a Grindylow peep out.

"Tribute to Varun from the demon Marchosias," the captain announces, disgust in his tone and the door opens a moment later. "Take them in, and come right back out." He glances at the little Grindylow, and it's obvious he thinks very little of the creature. "This thing will show you where they belong," he states, referring to the Grindylow as an object.

"Might I ask one last boon?" Angela asks, and I see anger flare up in the captain's eyes, but she continues. "The streets can be dangerous for my kind here, and I fear for our safety as we attempt to leave your city. Would you mind escorting us out?"

My eyes nearly bulge at her request. Is she crazy? This self-centered merman would never let us leave all together, especially not if we have Brooke with us. What is she thinking?

The captain glares at the four of us, before responding. "I couldn't care less about your safety, succubus, but for some reason Lord Varun allows that demon master of yours to reside on our borders. It won't due to anger him any further." Is that a smug look I see on Ondine's face? Is that what she'd said to the captain to get him to escort us down here? Unfortunately, I'm not the only one to see it. "Ondine here can escort you back." He turns to the mermaid, a malicious gleam in his eyes. "Escort them all the way in and back out; then when you have taken them outside the city, return and report directly to my chambers." His tone indicates that she won't like reporting back to him.

Great! Way to go, Angela, I think. Now we have a babysitter. Really, what is she thinking?

Before anything else can be said, the captain gathers up his other two mermen and they swim off.

Despite myself, I feel bad for the mermaid. We had gotten her into trouble, and while she might be the enemy, she hadn't done anything to us personally to deserve her treatment.

I open my mouth to apologize to her, but remember I'm supposed to be a mute, and close it again, glaring at Angela.

"Come on," Ondine says dejectedly. "Let's get this over with."

She swims through the opening, and we follow, but not before I shoot Angela another dark glance. For some reason she just smiles at me. I wonder what's going through the two human women's minds, as we enter the dim corridor. They've remained silent the whole time.

I'm soon lost, as we make turn after turn, until we enter an area full of cells. Most of them are full, and their occupants look at us dejectedly, but none of them speak.

"Why are the cells so full?" Angela asks the mermaid.

Ondine glares at her for a second, before sighing resignedly and answering, "Lord Varun is wise, and sees traitors better than his own guards." Her words say one thing, her tone another. Lord Varun has grown paranoid. Is this because of TanaVesta's treatment?

Ondine leads us ever deeper, and I notice that Grindylows are the jail keepers. Are they on our side? Not very likely, I realize. They wouldn't have had time to hear about what happened on the beach.

Finally the disgruntled mermaid stops before an empty cell, and orders a Grindylow to open it. As the little green creature unlocks the cell, the real mermaid turns to us, and for some reason I see hope in her eyes.

"Would your master be willing to take me in?" The words surprise me, but Angela only smiles. She must have known this was coming, but how?

"He would be willing I think, but you know that you would be ostracized. No longer allowed back here," the succubus mermaid says evenly. "You would be an outcast."

The mermaid seems to think this over for a bit, before replying. "Every day it becomes more dangerous here. Varun has grown more and more paranoid. I will never advance as a guard, and there is no place for me here." She looks around nervously, and I'm surprised she ignores the Grindylow. I don't miss her leaving out the 'Lord' before saying the Pillar of Water's name. "Females are in the most danger. Any slight mistake and we're thrown in one of these cells. Even after Brooke rescued our Lord from the Pillar of Fire, he refuses to trust any mermaids."

Thinking back, I realize that most of the creatures down here that I could recognize the gender of, have been female. With Ondine ordered to come back and face her captain, I don't blame her for wanting to get away when she has the chance. Hearing Brooke's name, though, sends a bolt of electricity through my system, and it takes all of my effort not to demand to know where my childhood friend is being kept.

Before I have the chance to act, however, the Grindylow does, striking the mermaid in the back of the skull, and knocking her out. He then drags her into the cell, and locks it.

I stare in shock at the little creature, wondering what's going on. "Come Generator," the little green creature says. "Your friend is this way."

"What's going on?" Lisa asks, speaking for the first time in awhile. Angela and I exchange glances, but apparently even she hadn't been expecting this.

"We can't just leave this poor creature," AnnaBelle says, but the Grindylow is already taking off. I can worry about Ondine later. Right now, Brooke needs me.

Grabbing Lisa once more, I use my dragon's tail to propel me through the water after our little helper. We don't go far, before he stops and unlocks another cell.

"Don't look," Angela warns, but it's too late.

Brooke is inside. Or what's left of her. Fingers are missing from her right hand, and the fins on her tail are completely missing. Her face is mottled with bruises and cuts, as is the rest of her bare torso. Her normally small breasts are swollen with bruises, and I can't imagine the torture she's been through.

Tears come to my eyes, but they blend in immediately with the surrounding water. I'm too late, I realize. She's already dead. Once again, I curse myself for not rushing right down here to rescue her. I know I never would have made it without doing everything else, but I still can't stop the self-recriminating thoughts accusing me of not doing enough.

"No!" I cry out as I enter the cell, not wanting to believe it. Picking her up in my arms, I cradle her damaged face to my chest, sobbing at the frustration of it all. Why couldn't I have been quicker?

Then I remember that she had left to warn others of TanaVesta's treachery, when she'd been captured. If I hadn't told her about the Pillar of Fire's plans, she never would have left, and she'd be alive now.

"Lyden," AnnaBelle says to me softly, "we need to go."

Looking up, I glare at the woman, ready to unleash my wrath. I know she doesn't deserve it, but damn it, doesn't she understand? The woman that had been there for me ever since I was a child is dead, and it's my fault.

A groan pulls my attention away from AnnaBelle, and I find myself looking down into open sea-green eyes.

"Lyden?" Brooke asks, confusion thick in her raw voice. She pushes me away from her, shaking her head. "No! You can't be. Lyden can't come down here. He's too afraid of the water." She tries to scuttle away from me, but she's weak and her tail isn't working properly.

"Brooke, it's me," I tell her excitedly. She's ALIVE! "I got over my fear to rescue you!"

"Not so loud," Angela hisses at me, but I don't care. Brooke is alive, and that's all that matters. I wasn't too late.

"But . . . but how?" the damaged mermaid asks.

"That doesn't matter right now," I say, swimming over to her. "We need to get you out of here."

"I-I can't," she stutters, looking at her ruined tail and hand.

I ignore her as I pull her into a tight embrace, forgetting about her injuries until I hear her grunt in pain. I loosen my grip, but she pulls me back to her, hugging me as tightly as her weakened arms are able to.

"Generator," I hear the Grindylow say respectfully, recalling to me that the little creature was still there, "you need to go, before someone else arrives."

Looking to the little green guy I nod, before looking back into Brooke's swollen eyes. "I'm not leaving you behind," I tell her, and cut off her protests with a soft kiss.

Glittering multi-colored light suddenly shines brightly in the cell, and something tickles my mind. Almost, I feel as though I should be hearing something, but my ears feel stopped up.

"What's going on?" someone asks, and I can hear them just fine, but my concentration is absorbed by the glowing multi-faceted light hanging right outside the cell. An orb about two feet in diameter floats there, and from time to time throws off a myriad of colors.

"Lyden," Angela says, fear thick in her voice, "I think it wants an answer."

I stare at the succubus, confused. An answer? An answer to what?

The colors flash again, and I have to shield my eyes, but I still don't know what it wants.

"What's it saying?" I ask. "I don't understand."

"Oh, dear Lord," AnnaBelle beseeches the light, her tone awed and pious, "forgive this man his sins. We didn't know you were watching over her."

The light flares, and I swear it's angry, but I still can't understand the thing. I can easily sense its power, and can see the other women quaking where they float in the water.

"But . . . my Lord," AnnaBelle says in confusion, "I don't understand. Why would you want him dead?" The light speaks again in its colorful way, and I watch as AnnaBelle debases herself before the thing. "Forgive me Lord, for questioning your wisdom. It will be as you command."

AnnaBelle turns to me, a deep sorrow in her clear brown eyes. "I'm sorry Lyden, but God has spoken. His will be done." She pushes off the floor, coming for me, her hands outstretched, but the Grindylow intercepts her, entangling her arms within its tentacles.

"Go!" the Grindylow commands, but I won't leave AnnaBelle behind, even if she is trying to kill me.

What is that light? What has it done to AnnaBelle, to make her think that this is her God? Hadn't Angela told her that God was the Pillar of Light? Or is this the Pillar of Light?

The question is knocked from my mind, as Lisa's foot connects with my skull. Dazedly, I look at the blonde woman, as she comes at me, and I see the colored lights reflecting from her blue eyes. That thing is controlling them!

I try to fend off Lisa's attacks, but the water slows my movements, while seeming to aid her. She is too skilled, and I feel her hands tighten around my throat. Desperately I look around, and see Angela trying to use her arms to swim to me, her eyes clear, but her tail refuses to work. Fear and worry are in the succubus's eyes, but not the multi-hued light. At least she is mostly free of the thing's influence.

A quick glance at Brooke shows that she is free of the thing's mind control also, but equally unable to reach me with her injuries.

Why is it only Lisa and AnnaBelle that are affected by the thing?

My vision starts to go black, as I'm struggling to breathe through Lisa's choking grasp, and I focus my mind on the glowing orb. Is this the timeless foe the prophecy warns about? Is this the same one that'd been in TanaVesta's chambers? If so, a generator is supposed to come forth, and save or fail. How can I fight something like this?

I remember something Angela recently told me about my ability; that I absorb ambient energy. Well, this thing is throwing off energy like it was going out of style. Concentrating the last of my consciousness on it, I try to absorb its energy. Perhaps if I get enough, I can block its control over my friends.

The area sudden grows dark, and I feel Lisa's hands loosen their grip just before I pass out.

"Oh my god," Lisa exclaims, covering her mouth. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop myself. Lyden, are you okay?" Suddenly I'm surrounded by three women, all looking at me worriedly, even Brooke. "I knew what I was doing, but I wasn't in control."

"Get off me!" I hear AnnaBelle cry out. "My Lord, where did you go?"

"It's okay," I tell the Grindylow who's still holding the older woman. "The thing's gone now."

The green little guy warily releases AnnaBelle from its tentacles, and swims a short distance, never taking his eyes off of her.

For her part, the older woman sinks to the floor, and weeps. I can't imagine what she must be going through.

"We need to get going, before that thing sends reinforcements," I say, rubbing at my sore throat. My voice is raw, and Lisa is still telling me how sorry she is, but I cut her off with a hug. "It's not your fault," I tell her. "I know that, but we really need to get out of here."

The others agree, though Brooke tries to protest. "Leave me here. I'll just slow you down."

"To hell with that!" I exclaim, pulling the too thin mermaid up under my right arm, and grabbing Lisa's hand, I use my tail to propel us out of the cell, following the Grindylow.

"What about Ondine?" AnnaBelle demands as Angela hauls her along. I can still hear sadness in her voice, but she seems to be recovering. "We can't just leave her here!"

Damn her and her bleeding heart, I think viciously. I know her attacking me hadn't been her fault, but I'm still angry at the situation, and my head still hurts from where Lisa had kicked it.

"Lyden," she continues to plead, "what happened to not leaving someone behind?"

And there she goes, using my own words and principles against me.

"Ondine?" Brooke asks. "She's down here?"

"Yes," I reply, trying not to sound too angry. "She asked us to take her with us, but she didn't know we were really here to rescue you."

"Lyden," Brooke's face is right next to mine, and I can hear some measure of strength return to her voice. "Ondine was always kind to me. If she needs our help, you can't leave her."

"Damn it!" I swear, not even trying to hide my anger.

"I don't think I've ever heard you swear," Brooke says, shocked at my language, and just like that, my anger flees.

What is wrong with me? They're right, of course. I can't leave the other mermaid down here, where I know she'll be punished for letting us escape. Is this the mistake the prophecy warns me of?

Shaking my head, I realize I need to stop second guessing every decision I make. That way will lead to madness and nothing ever getting accomplished. I wish I'd never heard that danged prophecy.

"Grindylow," I call after the creature leading us, "we need to get back to Ondine."

If he hears me or ignores me, I'm not sure, but a couple seconds later, he stops outside of the mermaid's cell. 

Ondine is awake, and she glares at us, until she sees Brooke under my arm. "You were really here to rescue her," she says, and I can't tell if she's happy about that, or some other emotion. Why can't I get Angela's ability to read someone's motives? "Please, take me with you!"

I nod to the Grindylow, and he unlocks the cell door. 

"We'd better get moving!" Angela states, her tone filled with worry and fear. "I can hear them coming."

I can't hear anything, but I'm not willing to chance it either. We get moving, and Ondine swims next to me. "Let me take Brooke," she states. "I can swim faster, and you can too if you only have to carry one."

Can I trust her? And if so, do I hand over Brooke, or Lisa?

I hear a shout behind us, and realize I don't have time to decide. I'll be able to swim better with Lisa, and since Ondine can swim faster than I can, she has a better chance of saving Brooke. Lisa at least has some skill to fight, as my ringing head can attest. I hand over the broken and passed out mermaid, and redouble my efforts, doing my best to keep up with the agile Grindylow darting down the winding corridors. Looking behind us, I can't see our pursuers, and guess that they found Brooke's cell empty.

Looking at my companions, I groan to realize the only one of us that's armed is Ondine, and her loyalties are still uncertain.

The Grindylow holds the door open for us, as we all zip through the exit. We all angle upwards, pushing hard for the surface. Angela and Ondine easily outpace me, but I catch up to them when they stop under my car.

My car. . . . The Orange Bubble. There are six of us now. Even if someone gets into the space under the hood, it's going to get very cramped in there.

I look at Brooke, unconscious in Ondine's arms, and know she can't be cramped up right now, without further complicating her injuries.

"Angela, Lisa, AnnaBelle, and Brooke will have to get in the car," I tell the other women. "The rest of us can hold onto the outside, while we move to the beach. Angela, you drive."

No one moves.

"Lyden, there's another problem," AnnaBelle says, and I glare at her. I still haven't completely forgiven her for being the first to attack me. She's undaunted though, and continues, "Lisa and I still can't breathe up there."

It takes me a couple seconds to understand her words. What does she mean she can't breathe. Of course she . . . oh, right. She has to fall asleep first, before the potion will wear off, but if they do that under the water, they'll drown. Not only that, but do we have the time for them to take a nap? It won't take long for Varun's guards to put two and two together, and realize where we went.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 14



But if they get into the air, they'll choke and. . . .

"Lisa, AnnaBelle, get in the car!" I yell to them.

"But—" AnnaBelle starts, but I interrupt.

"Trust me!" I state and shove Lisa for my vehicle.

"I trust you," Lisa says, and finishes the swim. I watch as she sucks in a deep breath, and hauls herself out of the water. 

"It's in the Lor—" AnnaBelle stops and shakes her head. "I don't know what to believe anymore." I almost feel sorry for her as she swims to my car, and gets out of the water. The woman had thought she was talking to her God, and been disabused of the notion very rudely. I can still see her eyes though, as she tried to attack me. They had been clear of the light's influence. She truly had believed that her God was commanding her to kill me.

I follow after the women, trying to push all the water out of my lungs, before I break the surface. I still end up hacking and coughing, and by the time my lungs are clear, and I can wipe clean my eyes, I'm shocked to find a little four inch golden fairy laughing at me.

Three more heads bob out of the water, rain pouring down around us, and Angela is the first to speak. "Arethusa! What are you doing here?"

The golden fairy titters for a few more seconds, before merrily stating, "The generator seems like he might be fun to hang around, as long as he can keep his hands to himself this time." Her attitude is very different from when she was being held captive in Marchosias's chamber.

I ignore the pixie, as I concentrate to remove my tail, and crawl into my vehicle. The two human women are gasping, still trying to breathe. AnnaBelle looks at me accusingly, but my heart warms to see Lisa's trust still in her blue eyes as she chokes.

"As soon as you pass out, you'll be able to breathe," I tell them. Understanding lights their eyes and both women stop fighting. Lisa actually tries to hold what little breath she has left and ends up passing out first. As soon as she does, water streams from her mouth, and it actually looks bluer than normal water. The blonde sucks in a deep lungful of air, but stays unconscious.

AnnaBelle passes out right afterwards, and again I watch the unnaturally blue water pour from her mouth, before she starts breathing normally again.

As if the potion has a mind of its own, I watch as the two streams come together, and then as it heads out my car door.

"Lyden, they're coming," Angela shouts from the water, and I curse as I remember our original predicament.

"There's no way you're all going to fit inside that little thing," Arethusa says happily. The rain pours down around the little fairy, as she takes flight and examines my car. "I was right," she states a moment later. "You are a lot more entertaining." The tiny pixie begins to chant, and I notice her body glowing brightly as she gathers energy for whatever spell she's about to cast. It still surprises me that the drenching rain doesn't affect her.

My orange car begins to glow a golden yellow color, and everything seem to stretch out. My doors get farther away, and the back seat grows wider. AnnaBelle and Lisa both tip over, still sleeping, but breathing peacefully. A second seat pops up behind them, and the interior continues expanding, but a sudden scream from outside pulls my attention away.

"Stop it!" Angela cries in anguish, as she holds her hands against her head. "Please, stop it!" The succubus begins to sink back under the water and I dive in after her, barely noting as Arethusa stops her chanting.

Angela meets me coming for her, and together we swim back up to the surface.

"Are you okay?" I gasp as soon as my head breaks the water.

Angela nods her dark tresses at me, but I can still see the shadow of her pain behind her almond shaped eyes.

"Yes," I hear Arethusa titter. "Very interesting." The golden little woman looks speculatively from the Orange Bubble to Angela and back again.

I turn to berate her for her cavalier attitude, but remember that we're being chased.

"Everyone in the—" I cut off as I look at my car. The Orange bubble is the same. When the fairy quit chanting, it must have reverted back to its original form. Growling, I realize that the only way we're going to get away is to either leave someone behind, or get very cramped in my little car. There is only one real option. "Everyone in!" I yell, and watch as Angela and Ondine help each other get a groaning Brooke into my car. It's too dangerous to let anyone hang onto the outside, and try to get away.

"It's bigger on the inside," I hear Ondine state as she crawls in.

It can't be, I think, as Arethusa zips in through the door, and I hear her little titter echo inside. Reaching the open door, I look in, and see that it truly is bigger on the inside. Suddenly I understand Angela's pain. She's tied to the car, through the portions of her soul. I can't imagine what that would have felt like. Then I remember the Orange Bubble getting burned up, and the condition the succubus had been in after the picnic at AnnaBelle's church. I'm going to have to treat my car a lot better.

Angela and Ondine lay Brooke out comfortably in the car, as I get behind the driver's seat. I experience an odd sensation of vertigo, as the windshield displays a stretched out version of the horizon. Willing the car underwater and back to the beach off in the distance, I stand and marvel at the way my car is laid out now. There is easy standing space, as well as walking room. There are now two rows of back seats and even a massive bed covered in golden yellow blankets behind that. The floor is covered in a lush golden carpet, and golden tapestries hang down over the windows.

"Are you okay?" I ask Angela again.

"It feels weird," she tells me, "as if I'm too big for my own skin."

"I thought this would be a lot more comfortable," Arethusa pipes up. "If you'd have given me more time, I could have added in an area for a fire pit, a place to use the bathroom, a pool, and even a fountain."

"Please, NO," Angela moans, holding her stomach.

Brooke moans on the floor, and I look at the redhead. In the brighter light of my car's interior, she looks even worse. I can see where her old cuts are, the flesh around them red and raw. Scales are missing from her tail, and I realize she isn't changing back. Even Ondine has changed to two legs. Guiltily, I have to admit that she has a rather nice set of legs, leading up to—NO! I need to worry about Brooke.

With a quick thought, I send Angela the image of her as a nurse. The same nurse that had helped bring me back to health. I'm not sure if this form imparts any extra knowledge, but it couldn't hurt. Her blonde hair drops down onto a slender body, covered in a white smock. Sharp blue eyes sit above a pert nose, and a set of deep red, very full lips.

Angela doesn't miss her transformation, and even the fairy claps appreciatively. The succubus looks at me, only saying, "I understand," before checking over the prostrate mermaid.

"Am I the only one who's going to be naked?" Ondine asks, and then blushes as she looks at me. She's not the only naked one, and suddenly I'm embarrassed to be nude in front of so many women.

"There are clothes for all in the back," Arethusa states, and I glance at her to see her staring at my cock and slightly rubbing her behind.

I don't waste any time before heading back to where the bed is, and finding a wardrobe full of clothing. None of it looks like any clothes that are worn on Earth, but I find a decent sized robe, and wrap it about me. The thing has a shiny golden hem—I'm beginning to see a trend in almost everything Arethusa does—but at least the rest of it is a deep blue or purple color.

Ondine puts on a pair of golden baggy pants that I think are called pantaloons, and a loose white blouse that almost looks see-thru, but I can't make out any details.

"How is she?" I ask, as I get back up to Brooke and Angela.

"Not good," I'm informed as the succubus frowns down at her patient. "She's going to need your help again, just to live. I don't know if we can restore her fingers or fins though."

I open my mouth to say I'll help in any way I can, when my car starts honking frantically, and Angela groans, holding her stomach again.

"They caught us," she moans, before tipping over and groaning some more.

Rushing back up to the driver's seat, I see we're surrounded by mer-people. They're slashing at my car with both swords and tridents. Most bounce off harmlessly, but a couple tear gouges in the frame. Angela groans each time something pierces my car, and I even see a few small cuts spread across her cheeks.

"Sonnuva. . . ." I curse, as I crank the wheel to the left—should I call it port since I'm in the water?— and mash down on the gas. A shocked looked merman gets pressed against the driver's side window, and I crank the wheel the other way, scaring away a merman that had been about to jab my car with his trident. As I swerve and bob, I notice that there are no mermaids amongst them, only males. Part of me wishes to see the arrogant captain we'd dealt with earlier, but if he's in the mix, I can't tell.

I see the ground coming up to meet the surface of the water and remember that the portal is actually just above the beach. I'm going to have to get a running jump at it, and hope my aim is right.

Of course, I can't do it, unless I can drive straight, but I'm afraid the mermen will tear my car, and by connection, Angela, apart, if I stop swerving.

A merman in front of me suddenly arches his back, and I can see three small tines protruding from his chest. A Grindylow tries to shake the dead man from his trident, before turning and attacking another one. The mermen are thrown into chaos as Grindylows swarm over them, and I have my chance. 

I see a shimmer ahead, above the surface of the water, and aim the Orange Bubble for it, willing my car to go as fast as it can.

We break the surface, and go airborne for barely a moment. I have just enough time to see the water churning green, white, and blood red, before we're surrounded by water again. I see two pillars zoom by, and know we're back on Earth.

Directing my car to head home as fast as it can, I turn back to face everyone else, and find three sets of angry eyes glaring at me. Lisa and AnnaBelle have woken up, and I can tell that their ride had been a rough one while I'd been dodging the mermen. Only Arethusa seems unruffled, as she grins down at everyone while flitting around.

I ignore them, though as I rush to check on Angela and Brooke. Angela is no longer groaning, and even as I watch, her cuts and scrapes begin to heal.

"Where are we?" Ondine asks, pulling aside a tapestry, and looking out at a school of fish getting out of the Orange Bubble's way.

"Earth," I tell her. "Will the mermen follow?"

The mermaid's eyes grow wide, as she looks back at me in terror. "I thought we were going to the demon, Marchosias. It's forbidden for me on pain of death to go to Earth."

"So we're safe for the time being," I state, nodding my head. "I'm also guessing that it's forbidden to abandon your duty, help a prisoner escape, and follow a group of people away from Atlantis?" When she nods, I smile at her, until she understands. She was already a criminal, and she is going to be a lot safer on Earth, than in the demon's lair.

"Someone help me carry these two back to the bed," I say, nodding to the two women on the floor.

Lisa rushes over, and picks up the mermaid, while I carry Angela. The martial artist looks questioningly at the woman in her nurse's uniform, and I just say, "Angela." She nods, and together we get the women laid down, and under the covers.

"What are you wearing?" Lisa asks me, trying to hide her smile at my outlandish garb.

"Don't ask," I reply wryly, before turning to everyone else. "It's going to take awhile to get home. We might as well get what rest we can, and thanks to Arethusa, we have the room to do so."

The fairy actually blushes as she says, "Please, call me Areth." I find a blanket in the wardrobe, and make myself a comfortable place at the foot of the bed. Brooke needs my help the most right now, and I need to sleep to get to give it to her.

Exhausted, I fall asleep almost instantly, but don't find myself in Brooke's mind.

"Why am I here?" I ask Angela without any heat as she stands in front of me, still in her nurse persona.

"I figured we could work together to heal her," the succubus says.

"But you said she isn't into women," I remind her.

Angela smiles as she walks up to me, and plants a soft kiss on my lips. Her own ruby red lips are soft as they press against mine, and I can immediately feel my body reacting to her seductive presence. "She doesn't need to know I'm there. I'm a succubus, remember?"

She takes a step away from me, and I feel a shift in the atmosphere. Everything remains pitch black around me, but things now have a red tinge that is more felt than seen. Instinctively I know we have moved to Brooke's psyche.

"Lyden?" I hear Brooke's voice, and turn to see the mermaid fully dressed and standing on two feet. She looks whole and healthy, and I can't hide my smile at how good she looks. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Angela standing there. The succubus places one finger over her lips, and I know that Brooke can't see or sense her.

This is going to be interesting. Or entertaining, as Areth would say.

"I can't believe you came for me!" Brooke rushes forward, and flings herself against me. I catch her easily, using my own willpower to keep myself upright. "How did you get over your fear of deep water?" she cries into my neck.

Looking over at Angela, I make sure she hears my words as well. "You'd be surprised what I'm willing to go through for the people I love."

Brooke pulls away from me, and her eyes search mine. Behind her, I can see a tear roll down Angela's cheek and off her chin. I can no longer deny that I love both these women. I don't care what that says about my own personality, or moral code. Brooke has been with me since I was a child. Yes, I know she may have had a hand in killing my parents, but I'll deal with that later. We've been through too much history together to feel anything else.

Angela had introduced me to a whole new world. If not for her, I might never have known about my heritage, or my abilities. She's also saved my hide more than once.

I love both women.

"But we can't be together," Brooke states, trying to pull away again, but I refuse to let her go. "We talked about this. It can't happen between us."

"Would you just be quiet, and enjoy the moment," I softly chide her, and she stops struggling. "You need to recover, and I can help you. If you don't want to be together out there in the real world, then fine. But don't deny yourself what I know your heart feels in here."

"I want to, Lyden," she pleads with me, "I really do, but can we keep that line separate?"

"Does it matter?" I ask, raising one eyebrow and challenging her.

"You've been taking lessons from the succubus," she accuses me, lightly hitting my chest with her open palm. "I take it she's the black girl that helped save me?" I nod, and she smiles ruefully. "She's a better woman than I gave her credit for," she murmurs, but then her eyes grow wide as she looks up at me. "But don't you dare tell her I said that!"

It takes all my effort not to laugh, or look at the succubus, still invisible to the mermaid.

"She won't hear it from my lips," I promise her.

"I know it won't last, but I see no reason we can't be together only in our minds." She seals her words with a kiss, and I feel her clothing vanish a moment before my own disappear. She breaks the kiss again, and I can tell that she's trying to come to a decision. "You'd better not make me regret this Lyden Snow, but yes, I do love you too."

Smiling, I lift her up, and mentally tilt the world around us, until she's lying on top of me. Her hips slowly begin to move on top of me, and I'm still rock hard from Angela's kiss. A part of me feels guilty about that, so I pull her body up mine, until I can plant my lips against her sex.

Using my tongue, I split her labia, and taste her juices, enjoying the tangy taste. Some irreverent part of my mind wonders why a mermaid doesn't taste fishy, but I push that thought aside. She doesn't, and I like that!

Her fingers dig into my hair, as she grinds her pussy against my mouth. "Oh, Lyden, yes, right there." Reaching around her body with my right hand, I find her small left breast, and tweak her nipple, sending her body into convulsions.

I immediately throw up a mental shield; blocking any energy that might come my way, but feel nothing. As she comes down from her climax, she stands, and I catch a glimpse of Angela, only a few feet away from us, her large left breast in her left hand, nipple rolling between her fingers, and her right hand busily rubbing her clit. The view ends as Brooke turns around, and sits back on my face, bends over and I feel my cock slip between her soft lips.

My moan is muffled by her wet slit, as I feel her tongue moving around the rim of my rod. My hands move around her body, grabbing each globe of her rear and pulling her down tighter against my hungry mouth. 

Running my tongue around her clit, I nuzzle my nose into her hole, then suck hard, pulling her clitoris between my teeth, and nibbling lightly. She starts to go wild, but I don't loosen my grip, until she's done flooding my mouth with her delectable juices.

I can feel her saliva sliding down my shaft and dripping from my scrotum as her head bobs up and down. My cock conforms to her throat, as she begins to swallow it deeper, occasionally coming up for air, before dropping back down again. Her red curly hair tickles my thighs, and I try to concentrate on that sensation, to last longer.

Finally I can take it no longer, and have to pull her off me. A few more seconds, and she would have had me blowing down her throat. While I know the ultimate reason for me being here in her mind is to heal her with my own orgasm, I want to prolong the experience as long as possible.

"You're too good at what you do," I tell her smiling, and then smile even more as she blushes, moving her hair behind her left ear with one hand, and looking demurely away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Angela sitting with her legs spread, three fingers buried deep in her coochy, and bringing herself off. Even when she orgasms, I don't feel any transfer or mixing of souls. Why is it different here? Obviously it worked last time, while in the Sahara Desert. Brooke had gotten better then. But why the difference in sensations between here and reality?

My attention returns to Brooke when she crawls over me and presses her lips against mine. Her hand snakes down between us, and she grabs me at my base, rubbing my head against the entrance to her promised land. Thankfully, there was a break between her amazing blowjob and the moment I enter her, or the pure delight of feeling her pussy stretch around my penis would have set me off.

It only takes her a few seconds to get me fully inside her, and we moan into each others' mouths at our completion. Her hands are on my cheeks, as her tongue dives into my mouth in time with our hips humping against each other.

My cock stirs around her insides, and I can feel another orgasm coming close for her, as she gasps, and hugs me tightly to her slim body.

"Oh, Lyden, I love you so much. Thank you for rescuing me. You have no idea how much you mean to me!" she moans into my ear.

"I love you," I state simply, and feel her vaginal walls clamp down hard on me. I have to stop moving all together, as her fluids gush out around my penetrating member. 

This time around in her mind is different, and not just because Angela is here. It's more emotional, and I feel closer to both women than ever before. I guess this is the difference between making love, and having sex.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 14



Using my mental strength, I lift the mermaid off me, and turn her around. Placing her on her hands and knees, I plant my feet on either side of her, grip her slim hips, and slide back into her pussy. It feels like I go even deeper into her in this position. Pulling all the way out except for the tip, I slam back forward, pulling her hips back to meet me. My balls slap against her clit, and she shudders and moans as I repeat the motion again and again.

I watch in shock as the succubus gets up from her position on our right, and plants herself in front of Brooke, only a few inches away. Thankfully the mermaid can't see her, as the hot nurse slips the middle two fingers on her right hand into her slit, and reaches around with her other hand to slip one finger into her anus. She grins wickedly at me, as she uses both arms, her large breasts jiggling deliciously, to bring herself off again right in front of the mermaid.

Between Angela's visual treat, and the blissful warmth of Brooke's vagina around my cock, I can't hold back any more. Pulling out, I fire my first load across the redhead's back, then aim higher, and the next volley splatters across the slutty nurse.

I don't even try to block any energy, as I just enjoy my own climax, the lustful look painted across the succubus's beautiful face, and Brooke's own moans of pleasure.

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits, ideas, and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a LOT more lackluster and confusing.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 15



Fallout from the rescue may tear the group apart, unless Lyden is able work through the betrayals of Lisa and AnnaBelle. With Brooke safe once again, will he be able to handle what she reveals about his past, or will the stress of the situation be more than he can bear?





The Succubae Seduction Ch. 15



"Only if you promise to join us," I tell the martial artist, and that seems to lessen the pain in her eyes, as she smiles and shakes her head.

"You knew my mom?" I ask, turning back to Brooke. "I assume she was a mermaid, then?"

Brooke smiles wistfully, and it looks good on her face. Her eyes are still haunted, however, and I wonder if that will ever go away. "She was my greatest friend, and arch nemesis. We competed at everything. She was a faster swimmer, but I was more agile. I had been shocked when she chose not to become an assassin, but looking back now, I know her heart was too gentle."

"What of my father? Did you know him?" I ask hopefully. My memories are so few of the two of them. I can't even remember their faces anymore. 

Her face gives away the answer before her words do. "I never saw him before that day. I don't even know who or what he was." She must be able to sense my depression at this news. "I know he was very powerful, whatever he was. My commander had been wounded while killing them, and he was the best swordsman I ever knew."

Well, that's something, at least.

"Lyden," Angela asks carefully, coming up to us, "I hate to interrupt, but there is more we need to talk about."

Brooke hurriedly turns away, wiping her eyes clear, and we head back up to the middle of my car.

"They catch you up to speed?" I ask Lisa and AnnaBelle.

"Yeah," Lisa says as the older woman nods. "Basically, if we don't find a way to stop that light monster, we're fucked."

I flinch at her terminology, but that pretty well sums it up.

The rest of the drive is spent trying to come up with a plan to stop the light creature. The only thing we can all agree on is that we need to warn the other Pillars.

I use Lisa's phone to check my voicemail, and groan as I listen to the messages. The police want to talk to me again, and aren't very happy I'm not returning their calls. Sheila lance also left a few mixed messages. The first one, she chews me out and fires me. The second she calls up to make sure I'm okay, and the last message makes me wonder if she's bipolar, as she simultaneously demands I call her back, and tells me my vacation is over, and I need to be back to work on Monday morning.

"AnnaBelle," I call to the older woman, "I've got three messages from Sheila. Have you called her yet?"

She looks at me, her eyes sunken slightly, and I truly feel bad for her. The mature woman's entire life had been built on a foundation of faith that had always seemed rock solid, but after the events underwater, her foundation is crumbling.

"I called in before we left, and told her that I had a sick friend I needed to take care of," AnnaBelle informs me. "I didn't know how long we would be gone."

At first I'm shocked that she would lie like that, until I realize that it wasn't so much of a lie after all, just not the whole truth. At least I haven't lost the woman her job.

The sun is just setting when we pull into Lisa and Becky's driveway. Annabelle's SUV is there, driven here by Becky, and she gives quiet goodbyes, before driving away in her large vehicle. I really hope she's going to be okay.

Becky isn't home, but Lisa sends her a text, and the short woman arrives within a few minutes. She hugs Lisa furiously, before turning and pulling me into a tight hug, her head resting against my sternum.

"I was so worried about all of you," she exclaims, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. Then she seems to notice the other women, and blushes prettily. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I guess I didn't notice you."

"Becky," I start, placing my hand between her shoulder blades, "this is Angela, you already know her."

"The succubus? But I thought she was a . . . well, a punk girl," she states, confused.

Angela laughs easily, and as she walks forward, her body shortens along with her hair, the hair changing from blonde to blue, and her makeup changing as well.

"Would you quit doing that!" the succubus exclaims, though she ruins it by laughing. "As you can see, I can take the form of whatever Lyden wants."

"Whatever. . .?" Becky's eyes turn to me, and I wish Angela hadn't worded it that way. "Should I dye my hair too, Lyden?"

"Umm, no. I like you the way you are," I tell her, before sending another image at Angela. "This is what she looked like when she was still human."

This time Angela doesn't laugh, but instead glares at me. What did I do?

"Please, don't," she tells me through clenched teeth. "In this world I was a slave, and I'm not comfortable looking like this here."

"You should be proud of who you are," I tell her. But still. . . . A moment later, she is standing back in her punk form. This had been the way I'd seen her first, and still strikes me as the most her version of the succubus.

"And this is Brooke, the woman we went to rescue," I continue the introductions. "I think you met her once before?"

"It's very nice to meet you," the redhead says, stepping forward.

Becky just stares for a moment, before uttering, "You're beautiful." Lisa lightly slaps the short woman's shoulder, and she blinks, her cheeks going bright red.

Brooke just smiles, before saying, "Thank you."

"She's a mermaid," I hear Lisa say, and am surprised that Becky only nods her head. "This is Ondine," Lisa continues the introductions. "She'll be staying with us for a bit. She's also a mermaid."

"Thank you for your hospitality," the one-time guard states formally.

"Ooh, ooh, is it finally my turn?" Areth comes zooming out, and Becky gasps as she sees the fairy. "I'm Arethusa, but you can call me Areth."

"A fairy," Becky says slowly in awe.

"Sorry," I tell the short brunette, trying to hide my smile, "I couldn't find the fly swatter, and we couldn't convince her to go back outside."

The golden colored fairy zips over to huff in front of my face, fists balled up on her petite hips, but everyone else laughs.

Becky then looks around the room, until her eyes stop on me, and I can almost see the gears turning in her head. "With all these supernatural beings around, and the way you helped heal Angela, what does that make me, Lyden?"

"I'll explain everything," Lisa tells her.

Lisa catches Becky up on the situation, and I watch as the brunette's eyes grow larger as the story unfolds.

"Will we be safe here?" She asks when they're done talking.

"As paranoid as Varun has been, he isn't like TanaVesta," Ondine says. "He'll wait and analyze the situation before acting."

"Has he really gotten that bad?" Brooke asks.

"Look what he did to you, and you saved him from the Pillar of Fire," the other mermaid replies.

Brooke looks at her maimed right hand, and then closes her eyes, saddened.

"So, it sounds like there is only one Pillar to go see," Becky says, and we all look at her. "You're afraid that the Pillar of Light may be the creature you went up against, or at least one of his minions. The Pillar of Darkness is obviously out, as being too dangerous. The Pillar of Earth is the last one."

"That wasn't Light or one of his minions," Angela carefully says, "but I agree with your point on the rest."

"But what if Gaia has succumbed to the light creature's influence?" I ask worried, but seeing her logic. She always has been a smart woman.

"I'm not sure she would be," Angela says quietly. "You've heard people talk about when someone is well grounded in something, or down to Earth? Those phrases came about because of how level-headed Gaia is." She stops and turns to the two mermaids before continuing, "Forgive me, but we all know how wild the sea can be, and fires burning out of control are common enough."

"What about earthquakes and landslides?" I ask, seeing a flaw in her logic.

"Those can be predicted, to some degree," Angela replies easily. "I've dealt with her numerous times, that's where my home is . . . was." She stops and closes her eyes before continuing, "I guess I can't stay there anymore. It's too close to TanaVesta's borders." She takes another deep breath to settle herself. "I think we're safe with her. Besides, I don't think that creature began messing with Varun until after TanaVesta attacked him. You said she planned on killing him. If they'd been working together, I don't think the Pillar of Fire would have acted so rashly."

"Tomorrow, you can go see her," Becky says. "I think you all need to get a good night's rest, before going to see this other Pillar."

"The police want to talk to me," I add to the conversation. "We can go talk to them, before heading out to see Gaia tomorrow, after getting some rest."

There's a moment of uncomfortable silence, as four sets of beautiful eyes regard me. Areth's tittering laughter at the tense situation doesn't help.

Where am I going to sleep? Becky and Lisa are still technically my girlfriends, but I'm also with Angela and Brooke.

"This is so much fun!" Areth announces, clapping her hands, and we all glare at her, even Ondine.

"I think I'd better—" I start, but Becky cuts me off.

"We're all adults here," she says, "and if that prophecy you talked about is true, we can't really keep you to ourselves anyway." Her dark brown eyes meet mine, before she continues, "I can't say I particularly like it, even though I've been sharing you with my best friend, it sounds like your being this generator thing is important for saving both worlds. And, since part of being a generator means getting stronger through sex . . . well, I know one or two woman aren't going to be able to give you that."

Her words say one thing, but her tone, and the fact that she immediately turns and goes to her room tells a different story.

"Go to her, you dolt!" Areth says, and I turn to tell her to but out, but I don't get the chance.

"For once, I agree with the fairy," Brooke puts in her two cents. Had it been anyone else, I might have hesitated, but since it is the more reserved Brooke that says it, I decide to go for it.

After making sure Areth doesn't follow, of course.

"Becky?" I ask, knocking on her bedroom door. I can hear her shuffling around inside for a bit before she cracks the door open.

"I'm sorry I took off like that," she says, but doesn't open the door any wider. "I just forgot . . . something."

"Sure you did," I reply, not believing it for a second. "Can I come in? I think we need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," she says, not unkindly. "I know where I sit. You've got a whole harem out there. Don't worry about my feelings. I'm a big girl."

"Dang it, Becky," I swear. "You don't know where you sit. If you did, you wouldn't be acting like this."

Angrily, she opens the door wide, and glares up at me.

"I don't?" she demands. "For almost a week, I've been here, trying to act as if life was normal, while my boyfriend and my best friend were off gallivanting with a succubus. When you both didn't come back after a couple days, I assumed the worst, but didn't want to believe it." Her hands are on her hips now. "Then, you finally come back, and not only with the woman you went to save, a woman that is absolutely gorgeous, but you come back with two other beautiful women as well." She starts poking me in the chest, trying to drive her point home. "Lyden, you surround yourself with beautiful women, and I can't blame them for wanting to be with you, but it's obvious you don't need me dragging you down."

"Are you done?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I don't wait for an answer, before continuing in a moderate tone, "I'm not going to lie to you, and say that Brooke and Angela don't mean a lot to me, but I'm not going to stand here, and pretend that you don't mean anything to me either. Ondine is just another person we saved, that also happens to be a woman. As far as Arethusa, heck, if I could get rid of her, I would! Yes, I saved her from the demon, and I did it by having sex with her, but that doesn't mean I want to add her to my so called harem."

I start to take a breath, but rush to continue when it looks like Becky is going to start talking again. "Maybe I'm being selfish. No, scratch that. I am being selfish. I care deeply for you, Becky, but I care for Lisa, Angela, and Brooke as well." I start to rub my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "I don't expect you to put up with my behavior, but I wanted you to know how I truly feel. I don't want you thinking you mean nothing to me."

Turning away, I'm about to take a step, but her hand on my arm stops me.

"Lyden?" Her voice is soft, and I can't deny I like the way my name sounds on her lips. "Stop." I don't turn around, and I hear her sigh heavily. "I don't like this. I don't see how you could want to be with me, when there are so many beautiful women out there that obviously want to be with you. I'm short, not nearly as attractive. . . ."

I spin around to argue that she is beautiful too, but she places a finger against my lips before I get the chance.

"I know what you're going to say. That night in the club when we met, you made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, and you've made me feel that way ever since, until tonight. No, I know it wasn't your fault, and quite frankly I need to realize that it was a great fantasy, but it's over now. I—"

This time it's my finger over her lips, as I cut her off. "Not another word about how you're not good enough, understand?" My voice is full of steel, as I try to make sure she's listening.

"Really? You have two mermaids, that both know how to fight. You have a succubus that can become whatever you dream her up to be. You have a fairy, that is apparently quite powerful magically, and even Lisa can kick some serious ass." She stares me in the eyes for a second, her deep brown meeting my steely gray. "Tell me what I have that even comes close."

Her certainty waivers as I smile at her. The answer is so easy, that it's almost ironic she of all people doesn't see it.

"Your mind," I tell her, my grin widening. "Of all of us, you are the one best at using your mind. I've seen how smart you are, time and again. Heck, you're going to school full-time, and yet I've never once seen you do any homework. Lisa has to do hers while at her dojo." I drop my voice to a whisper, and lean closer to her. "Did you know she's incredibly jealous of just how smart you are?"

"If I'm so smart, why do I have to go to school?" She jumps as I start laughing out loud.

"I guess I wasn't very clear in what I meant. I know you have a lot of book smarts, but one of the best things about you, is that you know how to think. Yes, Angela knows a lot about the other world, and seems to have a lot of contacts, and Lisa, Ondine, and Brooke are all great fighters, but we need someone who knows how to think, and how to plan, if we're going to defeat that light monster."

"I-I didn't even realize you wanted my help," she says, her eyes wide in shock. "You never said, and I just assumed—"

"I guess I just thought that you knew I'd want your help. I'm an idiot for not asking first. Don't get me wrong, it will be dangerous, and if I didn't think we needed you, I wouldn't ask, but—" I don't get the chance to finish that sentence, as she cuts me off by passionately pulling my head down and mashing her lips to mine. Apparently all I'd had to do to cheer her up, was ask for her help.

Her tongue presses against my lips, and I open up to let it in. Mine meets hers, as they swirl around one another, dancing to their own music.

"God, I've missed you," she gasps, needing air. I smile at her, glad to see the old Becky. She looks around my chest behind me, then grabs the front of the hideous blue robe I'm still wearing, and pulls me into her room. "They can do without you for a bit longer. Right now I need you."

She pulls me to her bed, shoves me back, which makes me tip over backwards. She wastes no time in pulling up and off her shirt, and a moment later, her bra joins her top. I'm still having a hard time reconciling this horny woman in front of me, with the upset one just a few minutes ago, but my cock seems to be following along just fine, as it tents the front of my robe.

I love the way her large areolas cover her smaller breasts, as she gives them a quick rub. She literally leaps on top of me, ripping the robe to the side, and smiling as she beholds my rather stiff rod.

"Oh, I've missed you!" she says to my cockhead, and then drops her mouth to it, sucking in the first two inches. She picks up a fervent pace, making me moan as her hand grips me, and she uses her saliva to lube up my length.

She only spends a couple seconds doing this, however, before she stands back up, and drops her pants. "No more time for foreplay," she informs me. "I want that in me now."

Words are no longer necessary, as she straddles my hips, and begins to rock back and forth. She moans in frustration, that I'm not already in her, and I drop my hips, wait for the right moment, then stab upwards, penetrating her tight twat. She cries out in ecstasy, and I have no doubt the other occupants in the house can hear, but her demanding attitude has me so turned on, I don't even care.

Her left hand goes to her breasts, as she starts to play with a large nipple, and her other hand goes to where we're connected. I know the second she finds her clitoris, as her entire vagina suddenly grips my cock. Even though my member has conformed to her inner walls, when she cums, her vagina nearly strangles my rod and her pleasure washes through me.

Reaching up, I grab her face, and pull her down into a kiss. This time the kiss isn't only passionate, but demanding, filling a need in her that has been too long denied.

I roll us onto her back, so that I can seriously start to pound into this hot minx, but don't let go of her face. Our eyes lock, and words can't describe the emotions I see behind her beautiful brown orbs. They almost glow with wonton lust and desire.

"Fuck me," she whispers, her face serious. I pull out all except for the tip, then drive back into her for all I'm worth. She slides a couple inches up on the bed from the force of it, but I don't relent, and I stab her pussy again and again. "Oh, god, I'm—oh! Ungh!" she gasps, and I feel the bliss of her orgasm wash over me. A portion of her soul becomes mine, and I know that we will always be close, no matter what happens.

I still don't stop pounding her little cunt, using the energy I've gotten from her two orgasms to keep pumping into her, extending my own stamina.

"No more," she gasps, as she comes down from her fourth orgasm. "I can't. . . . Oh god! Oh fuck. Oh, yes!" our eyes are still locked, and as her last orgasm hits, I finally let loose with my own, not wanting to drain her too much, before I return the favor.

My whole body locks up, as our pelvises are pressed hard against each other, and my seed shoots deep into her grasping pussy. She swivels her hips around as I ejaculate, even locking her legs behind me, driving my own pleasure higher and I keep shooting into her. My fluids flood her canal, and start squelching out of her, but I still don't stop.

What's going on? I wonder, my dopamine fuzzed brain trying to grasp why I can't stop cumming.

Then I see it in her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that just a bit ago had been filled with lust and desire, have an unmistakable sparkling, multi-hued glow to them. 

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Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits, ideas, and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a LOT more lackluster and confusing.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 16



With Lyden's life slowly being drained by Becky's sucking vagina, will he be able to get pull out in time? If only there was some way to get the attention of everyone in the main room. Lyden's time grows short, as he struggles to understand Becky's betrayal.





The Succubae Seduction Ch. 16



I really can't argue with that last statement. So far we've been lucky. But do we really have time to spare?

"But TanaVesta seemed to be in a hurry when she'd captured me," I respond, pointing out a flaw in her logic. "She raped me every few hours, trying to grow her power as quickly as possible"

"That was a different situation," the succubus replies easily. "The appointment with the other two Pillars was likely scheduled years in advance. She saw an opportunity, and tried to seize it." She pauses to look at Brooke, a sad look on her face. "I don't know if she planned on killing them at that meeting before we showed up, but I doubt it. More likely she was setting up something that would have come to fruit decades down the line."

What would it be like to live for so long? I wonder, but can see her point.

"Okay," I concede, "but I wish there was a way to be sure."

"I can scout!" Areth nearly shouts in excitement, and we all look to where she's fluttering. "What?" she asks, suddenly growing embarrassed.

"I thought you didn't want to meddle in mortal affairs. Why do you want to help?" Brooke asks cautiously. She looks around the room, and I can tell she's trying to figure out what the pixie's angle is. Her eyes stop when they get to me, and I see her give a slight nod before turning back to Areth. "Most of us have a personal tie to Lyden, beyond the danger of our world. Only you and Ondine have no real ties to him. And forgive me, but your kind isn't exactly known for being helpful." I think about how in games, fairies are known to be helpful, but mythology holds a different opinion of the tiny creatures.

The tiny fluttering figure puffs her chest out indignantly before responding. "I think I've been very helpful. Look what I did for his car, so you could all escape. I even saved his life back with the Cyclopes. Lyden saved me from a fate worse than death, twice. And shouldn't it be enough that I want to save our world?"

I'd only been in danger from the Cyclopes because of her, but I keep my mouth shut.

"Okay, okay," Brooke states, holding up her hands to ward off the fairy's anger. Turning to Ondine, she asks, "I suppose you just want to save our world as well?"

"You saw how Varun was," the other mermaid replies. "Lyden chose to save me from being persecuted for being a woman." The brunette mermaid meets my eyes for a second, before continuing. "I have watched him since then, and seen that though he is a little rough around the edges, he has the potential to be a great leader. According to the prophecy you mentioned earlier, he may be our only hope of stopping Aldol." I see the corner of her mouth twitch, and I almost wonder if she was about to smile. If so, it would be the closest I've ever seen her come to doing so. "From the sound of things, he is immune to that thing's power, as long as he can keep his trident in his pants."

I blush at her blunt statement, but know I'll need to be more careful from now on. My only worry about it right now is: how did the light creature take over Becky? As far as I know, she was never exposed to it.

I realize everyone is looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I kick my brain back into gear, trying to remember what we'd just been talking about. "My feelings are that we are careful with whom we trust, but until we have reason to think otherwise, we don't consider everybody to be an enemy." I realize the mistake in my words too late, as it could sound as if I'm saying Becky, Lisa, and even AnnaBelle could be considered enemies, but if anyone else catches it, they don't speak up. Sighing heavily, I add, "We'd better get some rest. Tomorrow—Or is it today?—is going to be a long day."

"So, I can go scout?" Areth asks, coming over to me. She almost seems too happy at the idea.

"If you're rested enough, yes," I say, and have to stifle a yawn. 

She tries to zip out, but Angela stops her.

"Promise three times not to betray us," the succubus says evenly.

Areth actually titters at the request, spinning around, and facing me. "I promise not to betray Lyden. I promise not to betray Lyden. I promise not to betray Lyden." Having made her promise thrice, she zooms around Angela, leaving a golden blur behind, in her rush to be helpful. For once, I don't regret her coming with us, though I'm not sorry to have her away for a while. I do wonder at her saying that she won't betray me, personally, rather than the group, but ignore it. Probably just because she sees me as the leader, I conclude.

The leader. . . . Is that what I am? When did that happen? Thinking back, I can't seem to put my finger on the moment I went from following along with events, to taking charge, but I can see that there has been a change in my actions. Brooke had pointed out that I have a backbone, and I notice that I do indeed have more confidence than I once had.

Fearfully, I realize that that means their lives are my responsibility, as their leader. Glancing at Brooke's maimed right hand, I promise myself to do the best I can.

"What now?" Lisa asks, looking around at everyone. "Do we just wait for the fairy to return, before deciding anything else?"

"I, for one, want to get some more sleep. As long as we can all agree that Becky is innocent, then I suggest we get what rest we can." I remember my voicemails, and that the police wanted to talk to me. "I'd probably better go see the police in the morning, and do what I can to clear my name."

"Good idea," Becky pipes up, speaking for the first time since she's been exonerated. "I'll go with you."

"No," I state quickly, and then smile at her to lessen the sting of pain the word caused her. She must think I don't trust her, despite what I said before. "I'm going alone." I can see everyone about to argue, but I continue on, bowling over their protestations. "Becky and Lisa, you were with me when I broke the Orange Bubble out of the impound lot, and I don't want to put you into any more trouble right now. Ondine, you technically don't exist in this world yet, at least as far as having an ID and such, and Brooke. . . . Well, I don't know if they want to talk to you in connection with the fire that burned our apartment yet. Better safe than sorry."

"That means I get to go with you," Angela pipes up, smiling smugly.

"No," I try to tell her calmly. "I don't want anyone with me. Worst case scenario, I would rather you all free."

They try to argue with me further, but I ignore them until they finally relent.

After that, there's a bit of a confrontation about whom I'm going to lie down with, but I settle it quickly by stating that I'll be staying on the couch.

"You'll be more comfortable in your car," Angela tries to convince me. "I'll take the couch."

I know exactly what'll happen as soon as I do, though. Someone, most likely her, will come join me. At least on the couch, I know no one will be able to get away with disturbing my sleep.

I'm wrong.

It feels like I just barely close my eyes, when I find myself back in the shared mind-space.

"Angela," I sigh, "I'm tired and need to get some real rest."

"Please don't be mad with her," a voice that's definitely not Angela's asks me softly. Spinning around, I see Brooke standing there, clad in her blue scaly armor, wavy sword on her left hip. "I asked her to bring me here. I know you want your sleep, but I wanted to be with you as well. At least cuddle with me here?"

Despite myself, I chuckle a little. "Won't be very comfortable with you in that armor," I state, waving my hand at her attire.

The beautiful redhead gasps as she looks down, and I watch as her face goes just as red as her hair. Her tough yet supple blue armor turns to a slender sleeping gown, flaring near the bottom. The swell of her small breasts can barely be seen between the edges of her very low neckline. "Will this work?" she asks me coyly, the red still suffusing her cheeks and now visible on her chest.

"Very nice," I compliment her. "But you do realize that Angela is still around, right?"

Her pretty brows bunch together in consternation. "But she said—"

"Oh, drat!" Angela states, coming out of the shadows. "Did Aldol suck away your funny bone, too?" I glare at her, but she only frowns prettily back at me.

To my surprise, Brooke breaks the tension by laughing. "Why do I have a feeling, that when Lyden helped me recover from my torture, you were there too?" The abashed look on my face gives us away, and she only laughs harder.

Once more I'm surprised at how close these two women have become, since they first threatened to kill each other in the Orc's cave. A real friendship has grown where once there was bitter enmity.

"Well, you might as well come and join us," the mermaid says somewhat reluctantly.

"Umm. . . ." I mumble, remembering what Angela had said about Brooke not being into women.

"Not like that!" she quickly clarifies, but then looks to the succubus, and back to me as well. "Buuut seeing as how that's on your mind, I guess I'd better get used to you being with more than one woman."

"Really?" the succubus asks excitedly, while I stare speechlessly at Brooke.

"No funny business, though," the mermaid quickly adds. "You're cute Angela, but you have the wrong plumbing for my tastes." Brooke steps up to me, boldly grabbing my groin to emphasize her point.

"How do you know, if you never try?" Angela shoots back, closing the distance between us in the blink of an eye, and grabbing both our behinds.

A horrible thought crosses my mind, and paranoid, I turn Brooke's face up to gaze into her wonderful sea green eyes. The only light in them is from her love and passion for me. To hide the reason behind me looking so intently at her, I bring my lips to hers, kissing her softly.

"Why didn't you look into my eyes?" Angela whispers into my ear, as Brooke pulls away to catch her breath. Of course, the succubus can read intentions, as well as surface thoughts.

Turning to face the punk dressed woman, I bring my mouth close to her ear, acting as though I'm nibbling on her earlobe as I speak. "Because, my dear succubus, you were acting like yourself."

"That or you just love me more," she replies quietly, with a quick nip at my ear.

I refuse to dignify that with a response.

"If you keep ignoring me," Brooke states, trying to sound indignant, "I might develop a complex, and change my mind."

Laughing, I turn to kiss her again, but Angela shoves me out of the way, and locks lips with her. The mermaid's eyes grow large in shock, and I can see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to figure out what she's going to do. Angela takes the moment's hesitation as an invitation, and I see her deepen the kiss, while reaching around and grabbing a handful of Brooke's tight rear through her shear gown.

To my utter astonishment, I see the curly redhead's knees go limp, forcing the skilled succubus to support her weight, as Brooke has a small orgasm.

She recovers quickly, and gently pushes Angela away, gasping. "No fair, using your abilities on me," she complains.

"At least now you've tried," Angela replies, smiling broadly.

Brooke looks up at me, and I see a grin curl the sides of her mouth. "Why don't you kiss me like that?"

My lips move wordlessly as I try to formulate a response, but can't think of one, and decide to take her words for the challenge that they likely were anyway.

Moving back to her, I get a hold of her pert bum, lift her up, and enjoy the way her legs wrap around my waist, her gown riding up to her thighs. Moving my right hand to the small of her back, I press her close to me, and she has to lower her head slightly to meet my lips. My tongue darts between her lips, but when she opens up to let it in, I pull it back. Thank you, Jennifer, for teaching me that trick! After a few seconds of playing cat and mouse, she grabs my cheeks, growls hungrily, and refuses to open up at my next tease.

Concentrating my full will on her pleasure, she gasps, and this time when my tongue enters her mouth, it stays there. I don't know how long we stay like that, me concentrating on my childhood friend's bliss while kissing her passionately, but the feeling of my pants disappearing, and my phallic rod slipping into a warm wet mouth, distracts me enough that I release my mental control on Brooke.

She gasps, throwing her head back, and allowing me to nibble lightly on her neck. I feel a different movement near my left hand, still on her buttocks, and realize that Angela must be playing with Brooke, while giving me head. She really is multi-talented!

"No more!" Brooke wheezes, trying to wriggle free of my arms. "You both have made your point." She looks at me sharply as I set her down after Angela relinquishes my prick. "If you ever kiss me like that in the real world, I may end up jumping you, consequences be damned."

I can't hide my smile as I reply, "I can control when I want to conceive."

Tears form in Brooke's beautiful eyes, and she looks between Angela and me. I can practically feel the hope pouring from the mermaid.

"We think. . . ." the succubus clarifies, but it only slightly diminishing the joy in those familiar sea green eyes.

Angela and I are pulled into a powerful hug from the former assassin, and this time there is no doubt about the feelings of love and joy that pour forth from both women.

My cock is still rock hard, and being pressed against these beautiful women only makes me hornier. I move my mouth to Angela's, dropping my right hand to Brooke's soaked twat. I easily find the redhead's clit, and press firmly against it as I bring my left hand around to the succubus's right pierced nipple. Lightly tugging on the jewelry elicits a moan from the blue haired woman, and I release her mouth to turn back to Brooke's waiting lips.

Deciding to have some fun with the physics of this place, I tilt the world until both women are lying on top of me. This brings a round of giggles from them, and I see their eyes sparkle for a moment as they look at each other. Brooke breaks the gaze and looks at me for just a moment, then grabs the back of Angela's head and pulls her into a passionate kiss. This time it's Angela that's caught off guard, and I wonder that the succubus hadn't read the mermaid's intentions. I guess it's not a foolproof ability.

Angela's hand drops to my saliva slickened rod, and starts aiming it for the mermaid's vagina, as if to say, "What are you waiting for."

Gripping the redhead's hips, I move her fully on top of me, and moan as I feel her hips start to move. Her wet slit slides up and down my pole, as she moans in frustration that I'm not inside her already. Angela gets the angle just right, and the next time she slips back, my head penetrates her tight hole, conforming to her inner constriction, and sliding in deeper. Her vagina grips my meat in a confining grip, and I involuntarily hunch my hips, wanting to go even farther into her delightful depths.

Angela pulls away from me, but my attention is immediately pulled back to Brooke as she mashes her lips to mine, her tongue diving into my mouth and demanding attention. Her hips pick up a frantic rhythm, resulting in a constant squelch, squelch, squelch noise.

"Oh, Lyden," she gasps, throwing her head back and moaning in delight. I use the opportunity to latch onto one of her tiny tits, suckling the small but hard nipple between my lips, and nipping lightly at the rubbery tip with my teeth.

Suddenly she freezes, gasping loudly, an odd sensation rippling through her vaginal walls. Letting go of her areola, I look around Brooke's slender body, to see Angela behind her, and by her movements, I realize she must have at least a couple fingers in the mermaid's anus. Brooke cranes her neck to look as well, and I can see her considering the situation. Angela doesn't stop her stimulation however, and I watch as her constant ministrations win through, and Brooke moans, her eyes rolling back, and her hips returning to their frenetic pace.

It only takes her a few seconds before her cunt grips my pole, and I feel her love fluids slipping out around my penis.

Angela pulls her off me, and I watch as she pulls her fingers out and drives Brooke's orgasm even higher by diving in and tasting the redhead's lower lips.

Carefully I slip out from under Brooke, and move around behind the blue-haired punk. Dropping to my knees behind her, I glide right into the ready and willing succubus. Once again our sex organs strive to conform to the other, writhing and undulating with each adaptation, adding a whole other sensation to our love-making.

I grip her hips, pulling out except for the tip before shoving back into her, my pelvis slapping against her ass cheeks. She grunts at the impact, driving her face further into Brooke's crotch. After a couple of pounding thrusts, Brooke loses her balance, and falls forward. With her usual agility, she rolls over, and to my surprise grips a couple handfuls of the succubus's short blue hair, and pulls her back between her legs.

This also pulls her off me, and I have to waddle forward to re-aim myself. I decide to go for her other hole, and relish the way her tight anus feels as it stretches around my sensitive tip. She wriggles her hips against me, allowing me to move deeper into her tight colon.

Brooke catches my eyes, and I see her smiling dreamily at me. Her fingers are still tangled in Angela's hair, holding her in place. She pulls back on the handful of hair, and sits up enough to kiss the other woman. 

I'm shocked at the change in Brooke, but I've verified that that she is free of possession. She truly is changing, and of her own free will. Or is it because of the constant joining of our souls? As I think about it, I realize that the succubus's soul has been mixing with the mermaid's as well. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that.

Angela's insistent booty shake makes me realize that I'd stopped moving. I return to slipping in and out of her tight sphincter, making her moan into the women's shared kiss, until the succubus's colon grips me powerfully as she cums, her love juices dripping out of her cunny.

Brooke pulls away, but to my shock once more, I watch as she wriggles under the blue-haired punk, and a couple seconds later feel her tongue switch between my balls and Angela's twat.

The whole surreal experience is too much for me, and I let loose my load, deep into Angela's rear.

*  *  *

The police station doors open on their own and I step through. My hands are sweaty, and I can feel my heart pounding as I walk up to the bulletproof glass. I'm not sure exactly why I'm so nervous, I can't shake the feeling that things are about to go badly.

Why did I have to insist on coming here alone?

I shake my head to rid it of the paranoia gripping me. Nothing is wrong, they just have a few questions, I tell myself. Aldol thinks I'm dead. I'm safe.

"Excuse me," I say to get the police woman's attention, "I—"

"Lyden Snow!" she exclaims as she looks at me. "Stay where you are, you're under arrest!" A buzzer sounds, and within moments, police officers, weapons drawn and pointed at my chest, surround me.

"Umm," I state nervously, trying to swallow the growing lump in my throat, "I understand you wanted to talk to me?" 

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Author's Notes:

Big thanks to Garbonzo607 for the awesome edits, ideas, and advice. Without his help, this story would have been a LOT more lackluster and confusing. He is also responsible for some of the ideas in this chapter.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 17



Author's Note: Real quick, I know I usually do this at the end, but I really wanted to thank two people for their efforts in this story. Garbonzo607 as you know is my editor, he does an excellent job, and should really be commended for it. The time and effort he puts into this story, the blog, and everything else he does to make this story stand out is truly exemplary!

Also, SophieX deserves a shout out, for her ideas that went into this chapter. It's also thanks to her, that there has been more dialog and detail for the last while, than there was in the beginning chapters.

Now, without further ado, here is chapter 17!

After being captured by and escaping Orcs, a megalomaniacal dragon, an irate demon, chased by Cyclopes, and narrowly avoiding certain death at the hands of a light creature that wants to destroy all worlds, it's almost embarrassing to be taken into custody by something as mundane as the local police force.





The Succubae Seduction Ch. 17



"They couldn't," she says. "We didn't pose any real threat to them, so they couldn't use lethal force. Also, there were officers all around us, and they risked hitting one of their own."

Thank goodness for laws and honest cops, I think to myself. What am I going to do now, though? I'm likely to go on a terrorist watch list or something. I guess I'm not going back to work after all, come Monday. Sheila's going to be upset, and I wonder what Jennifer is going to think about my absence.

"Angela," I say, getting an idea, "I need to make a call. Know where I can borrow a phone?"

Without blinking she reaches into her breast pocket and pulls out a small cell phone, with Hello Kitty on the cover.

"Where. . .?" I ask her, wondering why she would have a mobile phone.

"Just because I was born four-hundred years ago, doesn't mean I can't be a modern girl," she laughingly says. "Besides, the good officer Jenkins had it on her when I copied her image. Anyone you call with it will appear as if it's coming from her."

I hesitate only a moment, hoping that we haven't already gotten the female cop into trouble, before turning it on. The background image on her home screen shows her with some man, not the officer that'd been fantasizing about her, and a tiny baby that is obviously her daughter.

I dial the police station that we'd just escaped from, and wait for the operator. As soon as he answers, I ask for the captain of the station.

"This is Captain Jewkes," a male voice answers a couple seconds later.

"Captain Jewkes," I say as calmly as I can, my heart pounding like a drum, "this is Lyden Snow."

There is silence for a moment, and I can only imagine him waving at someone to start doing a line trace. I'm not sure if that's what's really happening, but I hope the clone of Jenkins's phone works enough to throw them off our trail. Regardless of the cause for the pause, he starts speaking a couple seconds later.

"Mr. Snow, you ran out of here in such a hurry, we didn't get the chance to properly talk before." His voice is even and calm making me wonder if they train all officers to be able to talk so easily. "Why don't you come back, and we can have a nice little chat."

"I sat there for I don't know how long," I reply, trying to mimic his easy banter, "and the only person who came in, threatened to call her friends and have me executed before I ever made it to trial."

There is another silence as my statement sinks in.

"I didn't start the fire at my apartment complex, Captain. Those twelve deaths were not my fault," I continue, wanting to get my side of the story out.

"When you were in here before, you stated that you were gone when the fires happened. You can see how we might jump to conclusions when we find video evidence to the contrary." I can hear him draw in a breath at the other end before he continues. "I'm willing to listen to what you have to say, Mr. Snow, but you have to understand how your situation looks right now."

He sounds so sincere, I'm almost tempted to go back, but know it for a lost cause.

"Not as long as Agent Olsen is there," I tell him calmly. "That woman wants me dead. She made that very clear."

I can hear a commotion in the background, and a moment later a female voice cries out. They've found Jenkins and her phone.

Time for some damage control. "Officer Jenkins had no part to play in what happened at your station," I tell the captain. "We borrowed her image and cloned her phone without her consent. I'm truly sorry for any trouble this causes her, but I want you to know she is completely innocent."

"How did you . . ." his voice trails off, and for the first time I realize he's slightly shaken. Apparently a phone trace is supposed to break through someone cloning a phone.

"Look," I say calmly, "I'm willing to talk to someone, but not if it is around Agent Olsen. That woman scares me, I don't mind telling you. If after I've explained the whole truth, you still want to arrest me, I'll go peacefully. But before that, I want you to watch and listen to the video of her interview of me. I think it will prep you for what I'll have to say, and you'll see what I mean by Agent Olsen's behavior. I'll call you back tomorrow." I don't wait for a response, before hanging up.

"Do you really think he'll give you a fair listen?" Angela asks me.

"No, but what choice do I have? Become hunted in both worlds?" I ask resignedly, before sitting next to her and watching the distorted scenery zoom by.

Opening the phone, I make another call; this one going to voicemail.

"Sheila, this is Lyden. The police are after me, so I won't be able to come in to work until I can clear my name. I understand if this means I'm fired, again. I don't have my phone, but I can listen to my voicemails. Take care." I hang up, unable to think of what else to say.

I have to look up the next number, going into my Google account to find it.

"Hello?" Jennifer answers the other end, and I have to think to figure out what to say. Part of me had hoped to get her voicemail as well.

"Jennifer, it's Lyden," I say carefully, not sure how she feels about me currently. She'd made it clear that we aren't going to be an item, but she had helped me out, taking out the Myrmidon, and I wanted to warn her in case the police come for her next.

"Lyden!" she exclaims, sounding happy to hear from me. "I take it you're back from that other world?"

"Um, yes. . . ." I reply hesitantly, not sure how to go about this. I'd forgotten that I'd told her everything I knew at the time. She must have realized that with my extended absence from work, that'd been where I was. "Listen, the police are after me again. They think I was the cause of the fire."

"That's crazy!" she states confidently. "You're great at causing a fire in my loins, but those cocksuckers need to pull their heads out of their ass and realize it was that fire thing that was trying to kill you."

I flinch inwardly at her expletives concerning the boys in blue. Personally I appreciate the cops. Until now I've never really been on their wrong side.

"I know," I respond to the crass woman, "but it's not exactly as though they can question the thing, so I look like the guilty one."

"So . . . what are you telling me, Lyden?" she grows hesitant as she asks me.

"I'm telling you that I may be away for awhile, and to keep your head up. You saved my tail, and I owe you. I don't want you getting into trouble for it," I warn her.

"There's a lot more I'd like to do with your tail," she states solicitously, "but thanks for the heads up. You're innocent, Lyden, and if the po-po come talk to me, I'll tell them as much, too."

"Thanks Jennifer," I say appreciatively. Hanging up, I hand the phone back to Angela.

"You know," the succubus states beside me, and I have a feeling I already know what she's going to say, "we don't have to rush straight back."

"If you're going to propose sex," I reply dryly, "I'm going to have to wonder why you aren't already naked."

She veritably giggles as she throws herself at me. Her arms slip around my neck, and I feel her lips press against mine, her tongue diving between my teeth, demanding attention.

"You're insatiable," I tell her happily when we break for air. After the mood I'd been in, this is just what I need to cheer me up. Of course, I could use the recharge as well. Looking into her deep blue eyes, I feel a little guilty for making out with the form of the officer that is likely in some hot water because of me, and probably married to boot. "Would you mind changing back to your original form?" I ask, wanting to make love to the true Angela.

"Oh, Lyden," She gushes, but shakes her head. "If I change from this form, we'll lose the phone, and I don't think you want to get someone else into trouble if I copy them. I know you need to call tomorrow, so you'll just have to suffer through this pretty body I've copied."

"Well, it'll be a hardship, but if I must, I must," I tell her, smiling widely. I still feel guilty, but I must admit that the thought of making it with a cop is a bit of a turn on. In fact. . . . "Come on," I tell her, standing and leading her to the bed in the back of my car. I fish in her pockets, until I can find the key to the cuffs still attached to my left wrist, and unlock it.

I hold them up to her, and she smiles lustily at me. "I didn't think you had that in you." Something sparks the memory of her past, about being abused as a slave, and I hesitate. "Relax," she coos lovingly at me. "That was a very long time ago. I know you love me, and have no intention of hurting me." The trust I hear in her voice and see in her long lashed eyes warms me to the core.

"I love you, Angela," I whisper, pulling her body to me, while kissing her deeply. Her left leg slips around my right one and she pulls me back and onto her, on the bed.

She giggles as I start to undo the buttons on her top, before pushing me away. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks, glancing at the handcuffs where they'd fallen next to us.

Grinning at her, I grab the metal rings, and latch one around her slender wrist. We slide up further on the bed, and I slip the chain around one of the bars at the top, latching the other end around her free wrist.

"You're forgetting something else," she laughs, wriggling her legs. Searching her clothing, I find two more sets of cuffs, these with longer chains. Unsurprisingly, the longer chains are just right to latch each ankle to the bedposts at the bottom. She wiggles for a second, pulling on each limb, before smiling at me again. "What are you waiting for, lover?"

Deciding to really get into this, I dispense with unbuttoning her top, and simply rip it open, exposing a pale flat stomach beneath, and a thick gray bra. Roughly I pull the bra up, exposing firm C-cup breasts. Her areolas are about the size of quarters, the nipples already taught and standing proud. I latch onto her left breast, and don't expect the flood that enters my mouth as I suck.

"How do you like?" Angela asks, moaning. "Apparently the good officer is still breastfeeding."

Wordlessly I answer by sucking harder, and swallowing the warm, slightly sweet substance down my throat. My hands frantically begin working at her waist, trying to get her pants undone. Once opened however, I can't get them pulled down her spread legs. Right now I'm still too weak to tear them off her, so I guess I'll just have to make her cum, and get them off when our souls mingle.

Switching nipples, I slip my hand down the front or her drawers, and find only a slim strip of crinkly hair, before I reach her already wet snatch.

The officer-clad succubus begins to buck beneath me, as I find her clitoris, and vigorously move my hands against it. Sensing her growing close to climax, I suck hard on her nipple, filling my mouth with her warm milk, then moving up and kissing her. The almost sweet milk fills her mouth as our tongues churn the warm liquid, and our joined lips muffle her moans as she peaks.

As soon as I feel energy pour into my body, I use it to tear her pants apart, splitting them along the seam at the crotch. I leave her light pink panties alone for now, but don't miss the Hello-Kitty emblem on her right hip. Apparently Officer Jenkins has a softer side.

"Mmm," Angela moans throatily, licking her lips. "We've tasted my milk, now I want to taste yours!"

Knowing she wants my cock, and not my nipples, I move up the bed, lay my calves under her arms, and slowly feed her my malleable meat. I start by placing the tip on her bottom lip, and grin as she sticks out her tongue, trying to coax me into her warm wet mouth. I happily oblige her, holding myself at my base, and guiding it between her lips. I feel the back of her throat, and pull back out, but she tries to suck me back in.

"What are you doing?" she demands of me. "I want to feel you all the way down my throat. Choke me with that wonderful cock of yours!"

Who am I to argue? Placing my thick rod back in her mouth, I moan as I feel her tongue urge me deeper into her hungry orifice. The head hits the back of her devouring mouth, and I hesitate again, but when I see her eyes flash with desire and need—not with Aldol's control—I shove myself deeper, groaning as she moans, sending delicious shivers through my cock.

I realize quickly that my rod has conformed to her trachea, and know that I'm not truly choking her. Apparently she realizes it too, because her throat suddenly constricts, strangling the length of my woody. She's making herself choke on it, I understand, and I'm so turned on by her wanton drive to please me, that I immediately start firing my seed down her gullet. We both moan in shared bliss, and I appreciate that she's cumming with me, driving our passions higher.

When I'm finally done unloading, she doesn't let me go, even though I can see tears streaming down her cheeks from her choking. Every time I try to pull out, she uses her teeth to convince me to stay lodged in her mouth, and I soon realize I'm not growing soft.

I lean back a bit, placing my hand over her soaked pink panties, and press them firmly into her hole. She gasps at the pleasure, and I use the distraction to free my rod.

She glares at me, but I move quickly, sliding down her body, pulling her Hello Kitty panties aside, and driving my saliva slickened penis deep inside her hot vagina. Once again our sexual organs work to compensate for the other, ever changing, but I notice she is just a bit looser this time, and wonder if it is because the real Officer Jenkins had had a baby.

Regardless, when I latch onto a leaking nipple, I feel her inner walls grip my rod, as I drink of her essence.

"Oh, how I would love to feed our baby like this," Angela moans, and I freeze at her comment. I know she wants to carry my child, but I'm wary of what the child might become.

The pause is only for the slightest moment, before I continue again. As long as I don't consciously will it, she shouldn't get pregnant.

I let my full weight press down on her, as I switch nipples, reach under her, and grip her still panty-covered buttocks. Picking up my pace, I drive into the bound woman again and again, driving the volume of her moans higher and higher. My breathtaking succubus feels so wonderful, wrapped around my member, bucking her hips against me, while remaining constrained, and I relish every delightful inch if her.

"Oh, Lyden!" she cries out in ecstasy. "Don't stop! Fuck, you're going to make me cum again! Ooohhhh!"

Sucking harder on her teat, I feel her delicious milk fill my mouth again, and wonder what it would be like for her to feed our child. Would she only be able to feed him or her in whatever form she conceived it in? What would happen with the fetus, when she changes form?

The thought of delivering potent sperm into her womb is really starting to turn me on, and almost too late I remember the dangers of such an act. As my cock starts to twitch inside her, I concentrate on shooting blanks.

"Yes!" she pleads with me, "fill my cunt with your sperm. I love how hot and good it fills inside me, my love. Fill me up with your seed! Oh, I feel it leaking out, there's so much."

Her powerful orgasm crashes into me, and for a few seconds we feel as one, part of me wanting nothing more than to place my child within her womb, and part of me terrified about what that would end up like.

Exhausted, and yet exhilarated, I collapse next to the pretend cop, and kiss her gently on the cheek. "I love you," I whisper to her, cuddling close to her bound body, and smiling dreamily.

* * *

"You go on in," Angela tells me as we pull into the driveway. "Becky asked me to pick up some groceries. With everyone living here now, we're going to need some more supplies."

It's not until I get out of the Orange Bubble and Angela is driving away that I realize there is an unknown car in the driveway. Swearing—or at least as much swearing as I ever really do—I remember that I'd driven Lisa's car to the police station, and that it's still there. I can't go back to get it, but hopeful my two human girlfriends can.

Wondering whom this new car belongs to; I walk through the front door and freeze.

"Father Chilton," I say as cheerfully as I can muster for a man I seem to instinctively dislike. "How are you today?"

"Reverend Chilton, please," he corrects me, that bright smile plastered to his deeply tanned faced. "It's good to see you healthy again." His brown eyes dart around the room looking for something, before I see a calculating look enter the dark orbs, but it never touches his voice. How did he know I'd been hurting? I glance at Lisa, Becky, Brooke, and Ondine sitting around the room, but they give nothing away. Remembering how my girlfriends had acted around him last weekend, I try to figure out the fastest way to get him out of here. "I had a bit of a chat with AnnaBelle Lewis this morning, and she had some interesting things to tell me."

It takes all my effort not to curse out loud, and I end up grinding my teeth in frustration. Logically I understand why the pious woman would go to her reverend for help, especially with her crisis of faith, but it still galls to have this charismatic man know anything more about my life than I really want him to. After the ordeal at the police station, my patience is shot.

"Well, thanks for stopping by," I tell him hurriedly, waving him to the door. "As you can see I'm doing fine. Give AnnaBelle my regards."

"Lyden," Lisa snaps at me, "don't be so rude. The busy reverend took time out of his busy day to come check on us."

"Considering everything that's been happening to us lately," Becky adds in, "the fact that we have a sympathetic ear can't hurt."

"Except that there are groups out there," I spin on the two women, my voice rising in anger, "like the Daughters of Respite that want nothing more than to kill me, Brooke, Ondine, Arethusa, and Angela, simply because we're not pure human. How do I know he isn't in league with them?" I regret my anger and words as soon as they leave my mouth, especially when I see the pain they cause the women in front of me, but it's already too late to take them back.

"I assure you," Chilton's deep voice breaks in firmly, "that I am not a part of their group. For one, I am a male, and they only accept women into their order."

I turn to yell at him, but I'm not sure what to say and finally have to close my open mouth. "You know of them, then?" I ask lamely after a second.

"You could say we've crossed paths," he says with an enigmatic smile. "They tend to have a skewed view of things." His eyes are still darting around, but I can't figure out what he's looking for. "As dangerous as they are, the ones you really need to look out for are the Paladonic Knights. They're truly dangerous, and very organized."

If he'd grown a third eye, I don't think I would have been more surprised. How much does this religious man know about the supernatural world?

"Please, sit down," he waves graciously to an empty chair as if this were his home. I find myself obeying before I even realize I'm moving. "Now then, I've been told that you are a generator, and that there is a prophecy spoken about you. Is this right?" Something about the way he says that makes me think he already knows the answer.

I nod that is it, and he spouts the prophecy flawlessly:

"When the air calms down,

And rain slows on Water's door.

Comes the time for all to wail.

A deadly new enemy to abhor.

A generator comes forth,

To save all or completely fail.

A foe that's timeless,

Even on our life's long scale.

Colors swirl to hide our nemesis,

Our destruction, he strives to make.

Only the blind can resist his will,

Unless his choice is a mistake.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 17



A blade to kill, and a blade to save,

A talisman to forge the path between.

To kill and save, or save and kill,

One path to both, yet choices lean.

Our hero's life shall meet its end,

Unless he strikes the deadly beast.

His friends shall fall or rise,

Until all his efforts have ceased."

I shiver as the words pour forth from him in his baritone voice, somehow sounding direr.

"How did you know that?" Becky asks, and I realize that the women hadn't told it to him.

"I've known that prophecy for a long time. I never thought I'd see it come to pass though." His eyes scan the room before coming back to rest on me. "I've long known about what you call the Shadow World, and its denizens."

"And what side do you stand on?" I ask, trying to regain some control over the situation.

"I share in some of the understandings of both the Daughters and the Knights, but don't believe in their philosophy or execution," he answers after a moment's thought. I realize that that was no real answer, but before I can ask for more clarification, he asks, "You mentioned some other people that I don't see here. Angela and Arethusa?" The question comes off as off-handed, but something tells me it is anything but.

I mentally curse myself for mentioning them in my anger, but I don't intend to tell him anything more than I have to. There's something about him that rubs me wrong, and despite his easy attitude, I don't trust him. At least Lisa and Becky aren't swooning over him like last time. A quick glance at Brooke and Ondine show that they're slightly wary as well, and I realize they haven't spoken since I got here.

"Oh, Angela is shopping I think, and Areth is—" Lisa pipes up, answering before I can stop her, but I'm able to cut her off.

"Areth is on an errand for me," I complete Lisa's sentence, not giving away anything.

Reverend Chilton frowns at my statement, and for some reason I get the feeling he just became very angry.

"So, she, or rather they aren't with you right now?" His voice is calm, but I get the impression he is more interested in Areth than Angela. Something nags the back of my mind about that, but as usual, I can't seem to figure out what while in the moment.

"They're free spirits," I tell him. "I don't control their movements."

"Free spirit?" White hot rage enters his tone, and I can almost feel heat pouring forth from his nearly blazing eyes. All pretense of calm is lost as he glares at me, walking over and standing above me. "How?! How can she be a free spirit?"

Something seems to click into place, but before I can finish putting two and two together, the door opens up, and Areth flutters in.

"Lyden, I talked with Gaia," she starts, ignorant of the mood in the room. "She said she would like to talk to you, and will send someone to escort us safely to her in about a month." She stops as she finally realizes something isn't right, and I see the color drain from her golden tinged face as she stares at Reverend Michael Chilton. Her wings give out, and she plummets to the floor, landing in a heap. She stares horror struck at the religious man, and it takes her a few seconds before she can find her voice.

"Marchosias. . . ." The name is barely above a whisper, but in the silence of the room, it's heard easily. "No!"

Areth apparently finds some reserve of strength as she gets up, and flees towards the door.

Reverend Chilton is faster however, as his body blurs and a winged wolf with a serpent for a tail catches the fairy's legs in his yellowish teeth.

The demon shakes his head, flinging the hapless fairy back at me, her golden form striking me in the chest before she lands in my lap.

I stare in terror at the wolf shaped demon as he glares at me. His eyes are still brown, and his tail hisses at us.

"It would seem that I underestimated you, generator. A mistake I won't make twice." The wolf shakes his head, sending ripples through his fur and flapping his wings. "I don't dare kill you because of the prophecy, but I dearly want to. What should I do with you?"

"L-let us go, and pretend this never happened?" I stutter, trying to sound brave, but my voice comes out just above a squeak.

"Oh-ho! Even now you still have some backbone. No, I'm afraid I can't set such precedence. You will both have to be punished for this, but how to do it?"

He paces back and forth in a very wolf-like manor as he deliberates.

I glance at the other women in the room, and see that they're just as terrified as I am, though Brooke and Ondine are hiding it better than Becky, who is in tears.

"Leave the other women out of it," I say, glad that this time my voice has some more strength behind it. "They had nothing to do with me deceiving you."

"Hmm, you're right," the demon murmurs, his voice dangerously calm and I think he may be reasonable. "Unfortunately, you've just shown me how important they are to you, and I really want your punishment to mean something." The winged wolf stops pacing, turns to smile at me, and that look on a wolf's features terrifies me all over again. "In fact, I'm going to include everyone who means anything to you." He begins to laugh. Let me tell you, if a wolf with a griffon's wings, and a snake for a tail laughs at you, give up all hope because life is about to become a lot more terrifying. "You were worried about the Daughters of Respite getting you, and I think I might just help you out. I'm going to send you where no one can reach you. I can't kill you, but I can still get my revenge."

Marchosias howls, making the pictures on the walls rattle, and even the floorboards creak as the howl continues. My heart beats so fast, I'm afraid it's going to burst. It doesn't help when the walls tear themselves apart, pictures begin to fly about the room in a wind only they can feel, and even the floor drops away in pieces. The chair I'm sitting on drops out from beneath me, and I can feel Areth's tiny hands gripping my shirt as we get spun about. I see the other four women tumbling around me, and I realize that Marchosias is the center of the maelstrom. In the distance I can barely make out other forms, caught up in the demon's storm. The wolf-like beast continues to howl, and Arethusa is flung away from me, swallowed into the maelstrom.

Brooke, Lisa, Becky, and Ondine grow smaller as they're sent away from me. Growing dizzy I feel a different darkness begin to consume me, and despite my best efforts, I pass out.

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The Succubae Seduction Ch. 18-19







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 18-19



I chuckle lightly as I answer him, "You could say that. It was definitely some lord, and he took your daughter north."

"Who's this?" he asks, finally noticing the girl.

"A little thief," I tell the farmer. "What should we do with her?"

"We can't take her with us," the man says, but I see he is eyeing the younger woman. "It'll be too dangerous."

"I can fight!" the girl states, twisting her arm just right, and escaping my grip. "Let me help you. It's the least I can do to make up for trying to rob you."

I look doubtfully at her, but she had escaped my grip.

"You can fight?" the farmer echoes my thoughts.

"I can!" she exclaims indignantly. "Let me borrow your sword," she says, turning to me, "and I'll show you."

I grip the hilt of Muramasa protectively as I glare at her. "You don't know what you're asking for, girl." I turn to Thomas, but he already knows what I'm going to ask, and nods. "Test your skills bare handed against him," I tell the thief.

"But he has a. . . ." she trails off as Thomas removes the sword from his hip and hands it to me. She barely even waits for him to let go, before springing her attack.

I can tell right away that she has speed on her side, as the veteran farmer barely blocks her fist. She aims a kick for his hip, but he scoots back, and her foot passes harmlessly by. With her now off-balance, Thomas takes advantage, and delivers a quick open-handed blow to her back.

Ondy stumbles forward, but recovers quickly and with grace. This time she's wary as she faces her opponent, trying to get a better grasp of his skills. The two trade precise blows, blocking and dodging as necessary, while gauging each other's capabilities.

Where did the old man learn to fight like that, I wonder, and then remember that he'd been in some war. Still, it doesn't seem to sit right that he's this good.

I see him slowing, and she notices it too. With a triumphant yell, she dodges around a weakened jab, and goes in for the final strike.

Thomas nearly blurs, and before I know it, Ondy yelps and is on her back. Thomas is sitting on her stomach, her arms held against her sides by the older man's legs.

"Yield," Ondy cries out, seeing the game is lost.

The older farmer gets up, and I hand his sword back to him.

"You're fast, girl, but you're also impatient." He reaches down, and offers her a hand up. She disdains it, and gets back up on her own.

"You tricked me," she complains.

Thomas laughs heartily, before replying. "In a fight for your life, never assume you know your opponent. They just might surprise you."

"But we weren't fighting for our lives. It was just a little sparring," she defends herself.

Thomas scowls at her, and his tone grows deadly serious. "Every fight is a fight for your life. Don't forget that." He sucks in a deep breath, and continues in a more moderate tone, "You're welcome to come with us; I guess we could use your help. You know how to fight, but you also have a lot to learn."

Thomas turns north, and I fall into step next to him. A couple seconds later, Ondy comes running back up to us. "Will you teach me?" she asks Thomas, and he only grunts in assent. "I don't have a weapon." She says next, and without looking, the old man produces a dagger from nowhere, and hands it to her. This man is more dangerous than I'd originally given him credit for.

The woman slips the dagger into a sash around her hip, and we walk for a ways in silence. Ondy proves her worth, as she finds tracks on the edge of town, heading north.

Straight into a forbidding looking forest. Yay.

"We should go around," Ondy states, but Thomas shakes his head.

"My daughter's in there, and I'm going to get her back." His tone is so adamant, that I decide not to argue.

"I know these woods," Ondy declares unhappily. "If we run into any problems, let me do the talking."

Keeping one hand on the hilt of Muramasa, and both eyes open, I follow Thomas and Ondy into the dark forest.

The first sign of trouble comes from Ondy, as she yelps, and jumps back, brandishing her dagger. A shadowy form steps out onto the path, their features obscured by the gloom of the area. I can tell that this person at least has a face.

"Leave your weapons and all your money and we'll let you leave with your lives." A slight breeze blows through, and a shaft of light pierces the branches, giving me a quick look at her face. Short brown hair and a blue eye. Her left eye is covered by an eye patch, and I have just enough time to make out a crossbow in her hands, before the light is blocked again.

She also has the biggest knockers I've ever seen on a woman, her bodice is cut low to take full advantage of her incredible cleavage.

"I'm just trying to find my daughter," Thomas yells to the woman, ignoring Ondy's indignant hiss at not being allowed to talk first. "Did you see her come by here? Some men took her."

The woman laughs throatily before answering. "You mean that little slip of a thing riding in that lordly man's lap? Didn't look to me like she wanted rescuing." She laughs again, and there's a coldness to it this time. "Of course, she was also out cold, but the man's hands were all over her."

"You bitch," the farmer screams, drawing his sword and charging the woman.

She lazily lifts her crossbow, and I barely have time to shout a warning before she fires the quarrel at him.

A loud clang resounds through the forest, and I'm certain the bolt is lodged in the man's breastplate. His sword clatters to the ground, and I see him hunch over, holding his hands close to his chest.

"She only has one bolt," Thomas gasps. "Get her before she can reload."

Before I can begin to move, the trees and leaves around us rustle, and I watch as faceless people step out of the shadows, some holding crossbows and regular bows, some holding daggers and swords.

In the time it takes me to notice the rest of the bandits, Ondy has moved over to check on Thomas.

"Is he okay?" I ask, still wary to draw Muramasa.

"I'm fine!" he yells. "Damn bitch hit the guard and knocked my blade out of my hands."

I breathe easier as I hear those words.

"Look," I say, addressing the well-endowed woman, "We don't want any trouble. We're just trying to retrieve his daughter. We have no money, and our weapons aren't worth your effort."

"Any weapon is worth the effort, stranger, even the sword between your legs," she laughs back at me, "or is that one only a little dagger, not worth anything more than buttering my bread? 'Course that one on your hip looks rather nice as well."

"This blade is cursed," I inform her. "Believe me when I say I would hand it over if I could." I look around at all the faceless bandits, trying to formulate a plan. "What will it take to leave here unmolested?"

"It's too late for that, but for a bit of entertainment, we may let you leave with your gear," her almost too quick reply makes me worried.

"What kind of entertainment?" Ondy asks worriedly. As the only woman in our group, she has the most to lose.

"Sorry, sweety," the bandit leader quips, "you aren't my type, and I have plenty of men to satisfy me if I want." She starts to unlimber her shoulders, turning her neck from side-to-side, and I have a feeling I know where this is going. "How's about we go one-on-one, to the death. You win, and you walk free. I win. . . . Well, if I win, let's just say I'll end up with your stuff anyway."

"I accept," I say easily, confident I can beat this one eyed woman. I walk over to pick up Thomas's sword, but he yells at me to stop.

"No," he tells me. "She disarmed me with her little trick. I need to regain some honor, and I don't want anyone else touching my sword."

He picks up his blade, or tries to. His right hand doesn't seem to want to properly wrap around the grip, but he only grunts and picks it up with his left hand. Giving it a few practice swings, he faces the bandit leader, sword up and ready. I just hope he's good enough with his left hand.

"You're hurt," Ondy exclaims. "Don't do it." When he doesn't respond to her, she turns to me, and I can see the pleading in her eyes. When did she start caring so much? "You can't let him do this. I know who she is!" She flings her arm out, pointing at the female bandit. "That's Jenny of the Large Pennies. She's a dead shot with any bow, and nearly as good with a blade. She'll kill him."

"Not nearly as good, darling," Jenny says sweetly, "better."

I understand Thomas's position, though, and know he needs to do this for his honor. If anyone else fights for him, he will lose even more face.

"Take care of my daughter, Stranger. Thanks for your help to this point." The man's words are solemn, and I take it he's heard of her too.

"The name's Lyden Snow," I tell him, at least wanting him to know whom he's traveling with.

Everyone suddenly freezes, staring at me and even Ondy backs away, covering her mouth in worry.

"That's a poor joke to make, friend," Thomas states, then turns back to his foe, closing the distance in only a couple steps.

Those two steps are all the warning Jenny gets, but it's enough, and her blade blurs as it comes out of its sheath, and meets his blade, edge-to-edge. Her riposte is quick and hard, knocking Thomas backwards a step. I actually wonder that the bandit is able to move with such ease, with such a large chest, but when she somehow gets behind Thomas and bumps into him with her breasts, knocking him down, I see she uses them as an asset, rather than a hindrance.

I also see that she's just playing with the older man. There's no doubt that he's a skilled swordsman, even left-handed, but she's younger, quicker, and more agile. She also has a surprising amount of strength in her attacks. I watch as Thomas's attacks grow weaker and weaker, hoping that he's using the same ruse he'd used on Ondy earlier.

Sure enough, just when it looks like he's done for, he springs his final attack.

A painfully cracking clang reverberates through the trees, and something shiny strikes the dirt in front of me. Looking closer, I see it's the remains of Thomas's blade.

My head snaps back up as Ondy cries, "No!

Thomas is staring at the four inches of steel above the guard in shock. He collapses to his knees, and I can just make out a trickle of blood seeping from his cheek.

I quickly grab Ondy before she can take off, and she starts to fight me, as Jenny places the blade at his throat. Her eye meets mine, and suddenly I feel like I know who she really is. Flashes of memory start to seep through the fog that's been surrounding my mind.

"Jennifer?" I ask, struggling to recall how I know her.

"Lyden? What—" her words are cut off as Thomas uses the distraction to ram the remains of his blade through her neck, and into her brain.

"NO!" This time it's me screaming the words, as I watch the woman I once knew fall to the ground, lifeless. I can't hold onto Ondy any longer, and she rushes over to Thomas, pulling him into a hug. I feel the fog start to creep back in, obscuring my mind and forcing my memories away.

I begin crawling over to them, but by the time I reach Thomas and Ondy, I can't remember why I'm crying. The bandit leader is dead, and her cohorts have retreated into the forest, staying true to her word. I should be happy, but the tears won't stop.

Raiding a dead body is a hard thing to do, but we end up with her blade and crossbow, along with a small bundle of quarrels, and a bag full of coins. We've won our freedom, so why am I still so sad?

"We'd better get moving," Thomas states, shaking my shoulders and reminding me that we're not out of the woods yet. Penny of the Large Pennies is dead, but her bandit crew could still be lurking in the trees.

"But your cheek," Ondy states. "You're injured!"

The old farmer wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, smearing blood across it, but also showing that it's nothing more than a scratch.

Thomas complains that his new sword isn't as good as his old one, making sure that anyone around can hear how knowledgeable he is about such weapons, until we see the edge of the tree line.

Even after we get out of the forest, we continue walking, well after the sun has gone down.





The Succubae Seduction Ch. 18-19



"Now wait a minute," Thomas argues back, "We didn't ask for help, just directions."

The two deputies are already strapping on their swords. "If you plan to go up against Lord Mark, then you're going to need all the help you can get," Leese says calmly.

Why are they so willing to help us?

In the end, all five of us leave town, heading for the castle on the horizon.

The edifice is quite imposing as we come up to it. Black stones make up the towers, topped with solid black flags.

"Think the lord's in a black mood?" I try to joke, lightening the atmosphere. My efforts fall flat.

No guards stand at the portcullis, and nobody can be seen as we work our way down blackened hallways, dimly lit with torches. The entire place feels creepy, and abandoned, other than footprints visible in the dust covering the floor.

We work our way deeper into the castle, feeling the oppressive mood of the place begin to seep into our bones, but Thomas refuses to stop until he has his daughter, and each of us pulls a measure of strength from him.

I don't like this place, Muramasa states, and for the first time I hear fear in the sword's mental voice.

Finally we come across a pair of massive wooden double doors, and we can hear voices on the other side.

Pushing through, we find a large, darkly tanned man sitting at the head of a long table. A golden chain leads from his left wrist to a collar around a young woman with golden hair and golden tinged skin. Even in this dour place, she seems to glow slightly, as if her presence is valiantly attempting to push back the evil of the place, but slowly failing. Two female guards flank their lord, weapons already drawn and ready.

"So I see you made it all the way here, Lyden," the lord's deep voice booms. "How have you enjoyed my little play? I must say, I'm impressed with how well you've handled yourself. You've only lost, what, two people? Of course, I don't know that you could consider one of them a friend."

"Lyden?" I hear Leese and Becks murmur at the same time in fear, but they draw their blades and prepare to defend themselves.

"We've been told that that lady is here against her will," Leese shouts.

Lord Mark burst out in booming laughter. "Against her will?" He yanks on her chain, making the golden woman stumble. "Tell them, my pet. Are you here against your will?"

"No, my lord," the girl's dreamy voice comes out. It sounds like she's speaking from a faraway place, instead of only a few feet away. She is obviously under a spell.

Why do I think she would look better with large butterfly wings? I shake my head to dispel the absurd thought.

"Release my daughter, fiend, or face my steel!" Thomas screeches, taking a ready stance.

Lord Mark chuckles for a second, before flicking his fingers at his two guards. "Kill them."

I take a closer look at the two armed figures next to Lord Mark. One is clad in a supple blue material that looks serviceable and durable. In her hand is a long wavy blade that looks quite deadly. The other woman is clad in some sort of yellow and black animal skin that barely covers her ample parts. A long spear is clutched in her hands, and it looks like she knows how to use it.

"How will you handle this dilemma?" Lord Mark asks me, a wicked grin on his face. "Friends on both sides, all intent on killing each other. This should be fun."

The woman in blue faces off against Ondy and Thomas, somehow able to deflect their combined efforts. It would probably help if the two had practiced together some, as they keep getting into each other's way.

The Amazonian woman, meanwhile, brings her spear's haft to bear down on the short Becks, but Leese's sword intercepts it, saving her fellow deputy. Becks doesn't hesitate at the sudden opening, slashing at the giant woman's stomach. I'm certain the Amazon is going down, but she blurs, and is suddenly standing five feet further back, spinning her weapon in her hands.

Who do I help? Both groups are holding their own, and if I step in, I might get in their way. For some reason I can't pin down, I'm extremely hesitant to fight anyone in here.

Except Lord Mark.

Pulling Muramasa from my hip, still sheathed, I approach the darkly tanned man.

"Do you really think you can take me on, generator?" The man asks, but I have no idea what he's talking about. "I've been destroying ants like you for millennia." He stands, and for the first time I see just how large this man is. If muscles had muscles, he'd be the steroid that pumped them all. The man is a mountain! He pulls a sword that's nearly as tall as I am from behind his back, and then glances at the other two fighting groups. "Perhaps we should wait, and see how this turns out first." He waves his hand at me, and every muscle in my body locks up, stopping me from any more movement. Twirling his finger, I find myself turning rigidly in place, until I can watch the other two groups, battling for their lives. dread fills me, as I realize how much power this man has, and how much I'm at his mercy.

I watch in horror as Thomas stumbles over Ondy's outstretched leg, and the blue armored guard brings her sword down hard, nearly separating the older man's neck from his shoulders. He collapses in a lifeless heap at Ondy's feet. The thief goes berserk, wildly slashing at the guard. For a moment it looks as if the vigor and speed of her attacks will make up for her lack of skill, as she lands blow after blow. Unfortunately, each successful strike only causes minor damage, and Ondy begins to wear down from her efforts.

A grunt from Leese pulls my attention to that battle, and dismay fills me as the Amazonian strikes the blonde woman in the chest, knocking her back. Becks is holding her side, and I can see blood trickling between her fingers. Leese moves to Becks's side, taking a defensive stance.

My friends are about to fall, and I'm frozen, helpless and impotent. Inner rage at my inability to act boils up in me, and I strain against my invisible bonds, but to no avail. Nothing is as strong as Lord Mark's willpower.

Becks tries to gain her feet, but I watch as her face goes white, and she collapses to the ground, her life still seeping between her fingers. The Amazon woman goes in for the kill, and Leese moves to intercept, but is a moment too late. The spear shaft sinks deep into Becks's side a split second before Leese's sword lops off the Amazonian's head.

"Becks, no!" Leese cries out, bending over her deputy, and checking for a pulse. Tears pour from her eyes when she doesn't find one. Tears are quickly replaced with rage, as she stands and faces the other guard, in time to see Ondy take the blue armor-clad guard's blade through her stomach, and fall next to Thomas.

The two remaining women face off against each other, attacks ringing out as sword meets sword. The blue-armored guard is the better fighter, but she's slowed down by her many wounds. Blow after blow, parry after parry, the two women go back and forth, until the guard is able to put her blade into Leese's right shoulder. The deputy drops her weapon from nerveless fingers, and tries to stumble away from the blow she knows will land next.

The guard delivers a mighty kick to Leese's jaw, cranking her head to the side. The sound of her neck snapping is unmistakable.

"Bravo!" Lord Mark cries out, clapping his hands. "Bravo!" He walks over to his triumphant guard, and smiles down at her. Without warning, his sword arm comes up, and his guard collapses in two pieces, the blade severing her torso from her legs. The speed and ease with which he dispatches his own guard belies his prowess with the weapon.

I want to demand to know why he would kill his own servant, but my mouth refuses to function.

"We couldn't let one of them survive, now could we?" he asks me mockingly. "Now we're just down to you, me, and my newest little pet here," his smile turns to Thomas's daughter, but she doesn't react. I can see that her eyes are glazed over, and feel sorry for whatever torments this monster has in store for her.

"Now, I believe you wanted to have a battle," he says to me, waving his hand and I can feel control over my own body returned to me. "Draw your blade, little thing. I begin to grow weary of this game." Despite his words, I can see laughter in his eyes.

I hate to do it, but I know I don't stand a chance against this monster, unless I draw Muramasa from his sheath.

"Oh, I almost forgot," the large man waves dramatically, but I know he is just being melodramatic, "What fun would this little fight be, without your true memories?"

Lord Mark snaps his fingers, and a searing lance of pain erupts behind my eyes. White encompasses everything, as the fog that has sat over my mind since waking up in this world, lifts. Memories, thoughts, and feelings flood through my system, and with dawning horror, I realize what's happened.

Almost everyone I know is dead. Angela, Brooke, Becky, Lisa, Jennifer, Ondine, and even Thomas are all beyond my help now, manipulated and destroyed by Marchosias's evil machinations.

Even Miranda's death weighs on me, and she'd wanted to kill me in truth.

I don't know when I fall to my knees, but as I stand back up and look at the four dead bodies around me, I have to fight hard not to be overwhelmed by despair.

Dead. . . . They're all dead! All because I'd chosen to rescue a little fairy. The same fairy I'd been tricked into coming on this quest to rescue again. She's still standing there, eyes glazed over, not even aware of what is going on.

"Shall we end our little play, Lyden Snow?" Marchosias asks me, laughter ringing in his baritone voice. "There are only two ways for you to return to the real world: take Arethusa's maidenhead, or allow me to kill you. Should it be the latter, I will take her virginity and soul, enjoying every moment of it."

Rage, hotter than any I've ever felt in the past suffuses my limbs, burning away my despair and replacing it with a purpose; kill Marchosias. He must answer for his crimes. No matter how skilled a warrior he is, I vow not to rest, until I destroy him.

Muramasa is free from his sheath in one swift motion, no longer willing to give myself a second thought on the consequences. My cursed blade crows in glee at his freedom. Yes! Feed me his soul! Let me devour him! Allow me to caress his soft skin. 

"No!" the demon yells, backing away, and I can see fear enter into his eyes, his voice incredulous. I pay it no heed as I charge him. "How did you get that blade?" He barely deflects my first blow in time, Muramasa guiding my movements. "That isn't supposed to be here! It was in my study." My next blow comes within a hair of his shoulder, and the large man leaps back to get some breathing room. "Lyden, you must stop!" Desperation is in his tone now, as he continues to back away. I want nothing more than to press the attack, but Muramasa holds me in check, only allowing me to slowly approach. "This whole thing was a farce. A game! It isn't—"

Muramasa frees me, and I charge forward, sword raised. I watch as the demon brings his blade up to block me, and suddenly I'm spinning, bringing my sword in low. Sparks fly as the demon uses his unnatural speed to deflect my strike. The sentient blade directs my every move, and I don't even hesitate as he cries out for blood. Pressing the attack, I watch in glee as the evil creature before me truly begins to fear for his very existence. My blade will feast on his soul today, and while it won't bring back my loved ones, it will at least be some measure of recompense.

Marchosias is speaking to me, pleading with me, but my blood pounds in my ears, and I can't understand his words. His hands make the same gesture that'd frozen me in place earlier, but Muramasa somehow deflects the demon's power.

Finally I draw blood, as my blade sinks deeply into the demon's thigh. His howl of pain is sweet music to my ears, penetrating the blood rage that guides me.

The large monster waves his hand to something to my right, and I see something golden out of the corner of my eye. Spinning to destroy this new threat, I barely stop Muramasa from splitting Arethusa's skull.

Kill her! Kill them all! my wicked blade sings in my mind, but I regain control over myself, and turn to face the demon.

He's gone. Whether fled to the real world, or somewhere in this fantasy world, I'm not sure.

"Lyden?" a soft voice says near me, fear and worry in her tone. "Wh—what happened? Where are we?"

Muramasa continues to demand I kill her, but I resist, taking more effort than it should to do so. Seeing that there is blood on the blade, I shudder, and quickly sheath my sword. The original Lyden, the one I am again, knew nothing of this blade. The Lyden that Marchosias created for his entertainment knows how deadly this sword is.

I also know how cursed I am to have it in my possession, now that I've drawn it.

Muramasa cannot be sheathed unless he's drawn blood. He will also stay with me until I go mad, killing everyone I know, before either killing myself in grief, or getting killed in turn.

I don't know how wounded Marchosias truly is, but it's less than he deserves for what he's done.

Seeing Angela's Amazonian head, the spear in Becky's gut, and both pieces of Brooke. . . . Bending over, I empty my stomach of all its contents, unable to look at my friends and lovers anymore.

I don't know how long I stay hunched over, nor when I passed out, but when I awaken, it's Areth's golden tinged cherubic face that greets me.

"Welcome back," she says nervously, which is so very unlike her. There is tenderness to her now, which is new. I wonder if it's an affect of Marchosias's messing with our minds, or something else.

I try to turn my head to look around, realizing that I'm lying with my head in the pixie's lap, but her hands grip my face, and forces me to look at her.

"No, don't," she tells me, and I feel fresh hot tears spring to my eyes. "Where are we, and how do we get home?" There is fear and worry in her tone, and I want to comfort her, and be comforted in turn.

"I don't know," I say, then remember something Marchosias had said. The mere thought of the demon makes my vision go red, and Muramasa begins to sing to me, but I fight it all down as I recall the dark-souled creature's words. "Either I have to die, or. . . ." I trail off, remembering the rest. Or I take her maidenhead. I can't do that to her. "I have to die." I say, trying to cover my almost slip.

The fairy shakes her head though. "Or you have to take my maidenhead," she states, already knowing the answer somehow. "I know the way demons think. He set this whole thing up to punish us. What worse punishment can there be, than watching your friends die, and then dying in futility, knowing there is nothing you can do. Or, if you actually did defeat the demon, you'd be stuck here, until I gave up my. . . . Well, either way, I'd be punished as well."

I decide not to tell her what her fate would have been, had I lost to the demon. "I don't understand?" I say, confused. "I mean, I understand if I take your virginity, but not about if I die. How does that punish you?" I ask.

Her slap against my face stings as much as it's unexpected. Shoving me off her lap, she glares at me. "Are you really that dumb?" she demands, reminding me of when we'd first met. "Haven't you figured it out, yet?" I can only blink at her in confusion. I try to look around, trying to find something to help me understand what her problem is, and only then notice that we're no longer in the throne room. The fairy must have moved me while I was unconscious. "You really don't know."

"Know what?" I demand.

She shakes her head, and moves back over to me. "It doesn't matter," she tells me softly, and it's at this point I conclude all women are crazy. "Lyden, you can't die. You must fulfill the prophecy, or so many more will die. Giving you my most precious gift is a small price to pay, for saving so many lives."

"Why should I care about all those other lives?" I demand almost angrily. I regret the words as soon as they're out of my mouth, when I see the hurt in her eyes.

"Because you wouldn't be the Lyden I know if you didn't. Not all of your friends are dead," she points out, and I want to yell that 'Yes, they are!'

Sheila, AnnaBelle, and Debbie cross my mind. They're still alive. At least, they will be if I can end this world.

I remember Miranda's—or rather Randa's—words here, about me destroying this world, and realize that they had been true. One way or another, this world will end, but it won't kill everyone like she'd thought.

"But your soul!" I state, not willing to give up. "I can't take that from you. I'd rather commit suicide to end this world, than do that to you."

"I don't think that will work," she tells me sadly. "Marchosias would have wanted to ensure you made it all the way to the end. Only he can kill you, or you must take my maidenhead. There is no other choice." Her slender hands hold my cheeks firmly, gazing deeply into my gray eyes. "As far as my soul, you cannot take what is freely given."

"But—" I try to protest some more, but her lips against mine cut me short. There is no passion or sorrow in this kiss, but simple tenderness. Our lips are the only parts of our mouths that are touching, but that is enough for me to understand that this is truly okay with her. She's willing to chain herself to me for the rest of our lives, to save both our worlds.

Can I make any less of a sacrifice to save so many lives?

Pulling my head back, I look deeply into her golden eyes, cupping her chin. Funny how I've never noticed their rich color until now. Probably due to me being colorblind.

"Are you sure?" I have to ask one last time.

"Just be gentle," she says, and I can see the determination writ across her face. "I still get a little uncomfortable sitting down after the last time." She says it with a wry smile, but I can see how nervous she is.

Using my grip on her chin, I pull her face back to mine, kissing her softly. Her slender arms wrap carefully around my neck, and I lay us down on the hard rock ground. There are worse places to take a woman's virginity, I suppose, but none come to mind at the moment.

Reaching down to the skirt of her yellow dress, I gradually begin to move it up. By the time I have it above her waist, our tongues are dancing in each other's mouths. My hands discover that she isn't wearing any undergarments, as I lightly begin to knead her buttocks. I feel her tense up at my intimate touch, but I don't stop. I don't go any further yet, either.

We continue to kiss like this for a bit, until I feel her relax. Letting go of her rear, I start moving her bright dress up her body some more, until it's just under her chest.

Her head pulls back, as she bites her bottom lip in thought. We stare at each other, knowing that it isn't necessary to remove the dress, but also knowing it's something I desire.

Suddenly deciding, she grips the bottom of her clothing, and yanks it up over her head. Her perfectly formed breasts sit firm and high on her chest, no sag to them at all. "Might as well do it all the way," she states, that wry smile still on her pretty face.

I raise my hands to her sides, and easily roll us over. It takes me a second to get my leather jerkin off, and then even longer to undo the ties to my pants.

She gasps as my cock springs free, even though this isn't the first time she's seen it. This is the first time that she's had a say in whether or not she's going to allow it into her body.

"You promised to be gentle," she reminds me, her eyes never leaving my one-eyed monster.

"I promise to be gentle," I tell her solemnly. "I promise to be gentle. I promise to be gentle." She laughs slightly, finally looking up to meet my eyes, as I make the promise three times.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 18-19



"Thrice sworn, and done," she quips, nodding.

"Thrice sworn," I agree, looking at the beautiful fairy, minus her wings. I can see her skin is flushed, and her breathing is a little heavy from her nervousness. I'm going to have to get her to relax, if we're going to get this done with minimal pain for her.

She jumps guiltily, as I gently touch her right foot. Slowly, I caress it with my fingers, paying careful attention to the undersides of the toes, and the delicate arch. Using the backs of my fingernails, I tickle my way up her calves, and guiding her tiny digits to my mouth. Despite her nervous nature, she lets out a slight moan as the tip of my tongue brushes against her big toe.

Our eyes meet as I suck all five of her dainty toes into my mouth at once. "I still think you're a pervert," she tells me, her voice sultry, and I know she's relaxing if she can crack jokes.

"What can I say?" I taunt her back. "You seem to bring it out in me."

Her only response is to close her eyes, and moan, as I move my kisses up her calf. My hands move to her thighs, and she tenses again, but I wait until she relaxes, before moving my gently sucking lips up to her knees. At this point, I'm able to make out just how wet her nether-lips are, as her sweet nectar is visibly flowing.

Despite her obvious arousal, I can still sense her trepidation, and take my time, massaging her thighs, and then moving to her other foot, and repeating the process all over again.

This time when my lips brush against her inner thighs, a low moan escapes her lips, and she opens up wider for me. Taking the invitation for what it is, I trace the tip of my tongue up her sensitive thigh, to her outer labia. I gently suck on the thick outer lips, and marvel that she's starting to swivel her hips.

Taking the tip of my tongue, I carefully place it at the bottom of her hole, and slide it in, getting my first taste of her tangy twat.

She has a minor orgasm after so much tension and build up, and I lap up her flowing fluids as they come from her virgin hole.

When she relaxes from her peak, I begin to explore more of her vagina, using my tongue to swirl about her inner labia for a time, until I go in for the sensitive nub at the juncture of her labia minor.

Her slender fingers dig into my hair at this point, urging me on, and I know I have won her over to this point. As a reward, I suck hard on her clit, nibbling just slightly with my teeth, and just that quickly, she's flooding my mouth with her liquids. The energy from her soul floods into me at the same time, and I begin to feel more rejuvenated, after this haphazard adventure.

This time I don't wait for her to relax, before diving up her body, and fitting the head of my cock between her lower lips.

Her eyes open wide in shock, but her pelvis is still gyrating from her orgasmic bliss, and she gives me a slight nod, letting me know she's ready.

"This is going to hurt," I tell her gently. "For that, I am truly sorry."

"More than you know," she says, her eyes closed, ready for the moment.

She's right, I realize. She's about to lose more than her hymen; she's about to lose her soul.

This thought sobers me for a second, and when I don't plunge directly into her, she opens her eyes, and stares at me. "What's wrong?" she asks, worry reflected in her voice and golden eyes. "Am I not pretty enough?"

The question catches me off-guard, and I blurt the answer, before I think about it. "No! I mean, yes! Er, I mean, you're gorgeous. I just. . . . I just worry about you."

To my surprise, she blushes deeply, a tinge of red touching her golden cheeks. "Just hurry up and get it over with, Pervert," she tells me, and I know it's all bluster, by the way her hips are still moving against me.

Lowering my face to hers, our lips meet, and I simultaneously thrust hard with my hips.

Her cry of pain is muffled by our kiss, as I rip through the thin flesh of her maidenhead, destroying it, and binding us together for the rest of our lives. The whole world seems to . . . well, I don't know how better to say it, than it tilts. All my senses seem to be doubled, but not quite right or in sync. I can feel the solid rock floor beneath my hands, but somehow also on my back. My chest is heaving, and I seem to be pulling in twice the normal amount of air. My eyesight is fuzzy, and our kiss feels like I am trying to wrestle with an extra tongue. The feeling of her warm, wet pussy rippling around my throbbing penis is juxtaposed, with a sharp pain somewhere between my balls and my belly button.

It's this pain that finally clears my head enough to realize that we are sharing each other's sensations. The kissing feels weird, because I'm feeling my own tongue in return. I now know the pain of a woman losing her virginity, and sincerely hope to never feel its like again.

We hold together, frozen for a few moments, waiting for our senses to sort themselves out. After a number of tense heartbeats, I feel her start to relax beneath me, and our joined consciousness begins to separate.

"That was intense," I breathe, careful not to move my still hard member.

"Not what I expected, either," she tells me, her chest heaving and flushed.

"Is that it then?" I ask, wondering if that was all we needed to do. Looking around us, I have our answer.

"He likely wants us to take this to completion," she says. Her tone sounds sad about the idea, but her hips move against me, belying her attitude. "I'm sure a pervert like you will be up to it?"

Despite her joking attitude, I still worry about her, and hold still, until she pulls my head down to meet hers, and kisses me passionately.

Tenderly, I move my hips, trying to match her rhythm. Despite the fact that my rod has shrunk to conform to her inner walls, she's incredibly tight! Every centimeter that I slip out sends new waves of pleasure through me, only to be outdone as I slide back into her grasping hole.

Soon, I'm moaning in delightful pleasure, and have to break the kiss. She moans in frustration as I try to catch my breath, until I hunch my back, and latch onto one of her small nipples. She pulls me tighter to her breast, and I pick up my momentum, driving into her with slightly increasing vigor, until I can feel my own culmination coming.

Changing my angle slightly, I lift my left hand off the floor, and twiddle her right nipple between my fingers. When her vagina tightens and she screams out in pleasure, I'm sent over the edge, and fire my load deep into her hungry canal, my whole body shuddering from the paroxysms of bliss.

As I finally regain control over my body, I am only slightly away of the rock floor turning to carpet, and the fairy under me, shrinking back down to her four inches of height. Thankfully, my phallus is well out of her, before she's too small to handle it. Although it usually conforms to almost any size, I really doubt it can shrink that small.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 20







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 20



"Great thinking," I try to say cheerily, trying to make up for my prior grumpiness, but it sounds hollow, even to me. "We'll call first thing in the morning. For now, I think we should all get what rest we can."

Despite being full of energy, I decide to lie on the couch again, and actually awaken to the matronly looking Angela, the sun shining behind her as she leans over me.

"Morning Sleepyhead," she grins at me, and I can see I'm the last to wake.

Angela flips the phone open, and calls the captain's cell phone, since it's stored in the memory, placing the call on speaker so we can all listen in.

"Hey, Hun," I hear the officer answer in moderated tones on the other end, "I told you I was busy waiting on something. Is it really important?"

I feel bad for deceiving the man, but shake it off. "Sorry for the deception, Captain Jewkes," I say, keeping my voice firm. "We copied your wife's phone to make this call."

"What have you done with my wife?" the man demands angrily, and I realize what it must seem like to him. He probably assumes we've kidnapped her and stolen her phone.

"Nothing," I protest, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Honestly, Captain, I have no idea where she is, and she has no idea that we've cloned her phone."

"Hmph," he snorts, "I guess Jenkins really is innocent." I can hear him taking a deep breath, before proceeding. "You wanted to talk, so talk, Mr. Snow."

"Did you listen to the interrogation with Miranda?" I ask first.

"That's Agent Olsen to you, and it seems there was a problem with the recording instruments. There was nothing we could do," he informs me, and I wonder if he believes his own likely story. "Why don't you tell me what it was about?"

"I told you yesterday," I state, growing angry at the man's cavalier attitude. "All she cared about was making sure I was guilty, and threatening to kill me."

"She tells a slightly different story," the man's voice stays calm and soothing, and I realize he's trying to play me.

"I'm sure she does," I say, trying to moderate my own tone to match his. "Look, there's only one way to prove my point," my mind races fast, settling on a location. "I'll text you a location shortly. Meet me there, bring whatever law enforcement you want, but please understand I will come unarmed."

"You realize that I'll have to place you under arrest, Mr. Snow," he tells me smoothly. "You're still considered a suspect."

"Do what you have to do, Jewkes," Becky snaps at him, intentionally avoiding his honorific. "Just make sure Olsen isn't there."

"Who's that?" The other man demands, but I ignore him.

"Like I said, I'll be unarmed, and I don't want to try to defend myself against her zealotry," I add in.

"She's on administrative leave," he tells me, and then I hear his teeth click. I don't think he meant to tell me that.

"Wait for the address," I tell him, and close the phone.

Turning back to the room, I have to fill my lungs deeply a few times to calm down. I don't want to take my anger at the captain out on these women. Muramasa doesn't help, trying to rile me back up, but I push his voice away.

"Brooke, Angela, I want you both with me," I tell the two women, "and of course Areth will have to come too, though I want you to hide in my shirt."

"Can I hide in your shirt too?" Angela asks, a smile starting to creep onto her weathered face.

I smile back at her, but can't find it in me to really feel it. That fantasy world of Marchosias's really affected me. At least, I hope it's that, and not because Brooke is standing right next to her. The last thing I need is to start worrying about pissing off one of my girlfriends.

"I want the rest of you with my car," I tell the other women. "At the first sign of trouble, I want you to get away."

They look at each other, and I already know that my last order will be ignored. Oh well. Told you, they're loyal, I tell Muramasa.

Unless they're staying close to make it easier to betray you, he replies, and I curse the blade.

I tell them all where we're going as we pile into the Orange Bubble, and lay out my plan.

It's just starting to lightly rain, and I can't decide if that's a good omen, or bad. It'll help Arethusa, but might hinder negotiations.

I wait until we're at the park, before texting the location to Captain Jewkes.

I remove Muramasa from my hip, promising the blade I'll don him again when I'm done. I hope it's good enough. I'd promised to come unarmed, and Muramasa is likely the most dangerous weapon I could show up with.

We head into the park, finding a good open spot by a pond.

I'll say this for the local police force: they're fast. Within minutes a chopper is hovering overhead, and police surround the park. Areth is hidden in the back of my loose shirt, Angela on my left and Brooke on my right, our backs to each other in a triangle as we wait for Captain Jewkes.

"I must admit to being surprised to find you here," I hear the captain's voice ring out clearly, and I spot him walking to us.

"I came unarmed as promised," I yell to him holding my empty hands out. "Will you hear me out?"

I get my first good look at the man. The light rain splashes against his bald top, short but thick white hair above his ears and neck. Thankfully he isn't one of those men that feel the need to do a comb over. He moves with ease, and looks fit for his age. His hooked nose sits below shrewd eyes, and I know not much escapes his notice.

"I thought you said you didn't know where my wife was," he states, anger in his deep voice as he looks at Angela.

"Watch," is my only response, as I send the image of her as a jogger. Jewkes's eyes grow large, and I know what he's seeing without looking. Brown-gray hair lengthening and turning blonde. His wife's older body slimming and her midriff becoming visible below a sports bra, and more, as the succubus changes into a different woman. "Are you willing to listen, yet?" I ask, trying to mimic his usual tone.

His sharp eyes narrow as he considers us. "And what can she do?" he demands to know, gesturing at the redhead, "Pull a rabbit out of her hat?"

I laugh, and for once it feels good to laugh. A true one that bursts out, and the man looks worriedly at me. Okay, so maybe the laugh was a little too much or too strong.

"No, she's a mermaid," I tell him, bringing myself back under control. The man arches his eyebrows, but Brooke runs to the nearby pond and jumps in. She breaches the water a second later, launching into the air, her tail flicking water as she does a flip and dives back in. A few moments later, she crawls back onto the shore, and we watch as her tail splits into two legs before she stands up.

"You're ogling her," Angela laughs quietly to me, and I realize I was indeed enjoying the look of Brooke's lithe body, her clothes plastered to her.

I smile at the succubus, before replying, "So are you."

Before she can reply, I turn back to the captain. The helicopter is still hovering overhead, and I wonder what they must be thinking.

"Okay, that's a neat trick. You'll have to tell me how you did it from behind bars." The man reaches behind him, and I tense until he pulls out a set of cuffs.

"You really don't want to believe," I say sadly. "Areth?"

The tiny golden fairy leaves the back of my shirt, and flutters up to land on my shoulder. If I'd thought the man's eyes had bulged at either Angela's or Brooke's demonstration, they veritably pop now.

"Captain Jewkes, I'd like to introduce you to my friends." I hold my hand out to each woman as I name them. "Angela the succubus, Brooke the mermaid, and Arethusa the water fairy." On the pixie's name, she leaps from my shoulder, fluttering over to the nearly apoplectic man.

"Your head is shiny," she says with her usual aplomb, floating around his head, before returning to my shoulder. "Also, don't call me Arethusa. I hate that name. Everyone just calls me Areth."

"As you can see, things aren't what you thought they were, Captain. That fire wasn't my fault. I was being attacked by another creature—" I cut myself off as I feel Muramasa materialize at my hip. Captain Jewkes notices, too. "Fuck!" I swear, pissed at the blade for its timing.

"Lyden," Angela says, fear in her tone.

"I thought you said you came unarmed," the captain says, obviously glad to latch onto something he understands, even if he can't understand how the sword suddenly got there.

I open my mouth to reply, but notice a red dot reflecting off the older man's pate. "Sniper!" I yell, charging the police officer, and tackling him to the ground. The man is tough, though, and somehow gets a handcuff latched around my right wrist, while I'm covering him on the ground.

"Don't take me for a fool," the man growls at me, pushing me away from him. Then his eyes grow wide, as he sees the red dot moving on my chest. "What?" he has just enough time to wonder, before I summon my wings, pain ripping through my shoulders as they tear the back of my shirt to shreds, and I feel my energy levels drop slightly. Some small part of my mind notices that forming the new appendages doesn't require nearly as much energy as it once had, and I thank the sex from yesterday for the energy to bring them out now. I wrap the tough wings around us both just in time, as I feel something impact the thick membrane. "What are you?" he screams at me.

"I'm a generator," I tell him, knowing that doesn't really answer his question. "Look, I'll explain later." Raising my voice, I shout to the other women, "Where are the shots coming from?" Another bullet hits my wings, but the dragon hide is thick enough to stop it, though it doesn't exactly feel good, either.

"From a tree a little ways off," Brooke shouts, and I realize they're taking cover behind me.

"Areth, can you shield us?" I call out.

"What do you think—" Jewkes tries to take control, but I ignore him.

The rain stops falling, and I know the little fairy is protecting us. Opening my thick brown wings, I survey the scenery, and see cops running for us. They likely think I've attacked the captain. This adventure just keeps getting better. . . .

"Dammit," I scream in frustration. "Which tree?"

"I think I see her in that one!" Angela yells, as something sparks off the golden tinged shield.

"I can't hold this forever," Areth shouts, and I can see the strain in her face, arms outstretched. Even with the light rain, she can't pull enough energy to protect us for long. "Hurry up!"

"Hold on," I tell Jewkes. Waiting for the next round to ricochet of our protective barrier, I grip the older man to me, and charge for the tree in question. As soon as we are free of the fairy's shield, I spread my wings wide, and leap. I still can't properly fly but I can glide.

We arrive at the tree just in time to see Agent Miranda Olsen drop out, a small caliber rifle with a laser scope in her hands.

"STOP!" I shout in my most commanding voice, and to my surprise, she does. Her eyes turn on me, wide and full of horror.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jewkes demands. "Agent Olsen, explain yourself!"

Angela and Brooke catch up to us, with Areth not far behind. I realize that I could have killed the fairy, as quickly as I moved away from her. Hopefully the distance between us wasn't too much. I'm going to have to be more careful in the future, and figure out what our range is.

Kill her! She tried to kill you. Destroy her! Let me taste her sweet blood. Please let me taste her. You know you want to. I can feel your anger. Just a quick movement, and I'll be free to feed. Almost, I draw the cursed blade, but Angela's hand on top of mine stops me.

"Don't give into it," she says. Anger at being thwarted rushes up to me and for a second I'm tempted to shove her away and let her be the first one Muramasa snacks on. Shaking my head, I shudder as I realize how close I'd just come to drawing the evil katana.

"They're evil, vile beasts," Miranda is screaming at Jewkes. "They must be put down before they kill us all!"

She raises her rifle to point at Brooke who has stepped to the side, and I know I can't spread my wings enough to protect the redhead. I start to shout for Areth to protect her, but before I can, she's tackled to the ground by two men in black tactical gear. A moment later Angela and Brooke are tackled as well. Only Areth, flying above us, Jewkes and me are still standing. We're surrounded by men in tough gear, weapons drawn and mostly pointed at me.

"Now would be the point where you tell them to stand down, Captain," I murmur to the man I'm handcuffed to. Muramasa is screaming that I take vengeance on everyone here, but I shove him out of my mind, trying to concentrate on staying calm. This moment is too sensitive to do otherwise.

"What?" the man looks at me in confusion, and I begin to wonder if it's his favorite word, or if the last few minutes have completely unhinged him. I nod to the SWAT team, and he blinks a few times, the rain falling on us once more, before giving the order. "Stand down." Again his gaze wanders over us, before looking up at the falling sky. "Is there anywhere we can talk, out of this blasted rain?"

I glance at the SWAT team, still surrounding us, though their weapons are lowered, and then to the very plain looking Agent Olsen. Weapons are still pointed at her. Angela and Brooke are getting back to their feet, when I turn back to the captain. "I think my car will work."

"Your car?" he splutters. "I'm not letting you drive away just yet, Mr. Snow. I still want an explanation."

"I'm not trying to escape," I tell him impatiently. "You'll understand when we get in the Orange Bubble." When he still seems hesitant, I add, "Bring some of your SWAT along, and you might as well bring her too," I finish with a nod to Miranda.

"We're not going to fit in that burnt out car of yours," he states, and by the way he's no longer keeping a calm reasonable tone, I know he's close to cracking. "Or did you bring a large van out here?"

"Like I said, you'll understand when we get there." I turn to walk away, but get blocked by the men in black. Turning an impatient stare on Jewkes, he waves them away, an aggravated expression on his face.

"Johnson, Wilson, grab agent Olsen there, and you're with me." I hear the average looking woman start to scream obscenities as they haul her to her feet, but otherwise ignore them.

My car is right where we left it, and I hear Jewkes mutter something about how this can't be the same car that'd been in the impound lot, and wondering why none of the choppers seemed to notice it before now.

Opening the passenger door, I wave for everyone to get in. The mermaid and succubus head right in, but Jewkes hesitates.

"You two stay out here with her. If anyone leaves before me, they're to be arrested immediately," he orders the tough looking men.

"We'll all fit," I say, exasperated at the man. "Tell you what," I add, seeing a way to get this man to lower his disbelief a bit, "Send one of these fine men in first, and let him tell you."

The police captain looks at me shrewdly for a second, before nodding to the one with 'Wilson' on his name tape.

Wilson climbs through the door, and I hear him gasp, before he pokes his helmeted head back out. "Um, Sir, you're not going to believe this, but we'll all fit with plenty of room to spare. Hell, the entire SWAT team would fit in here."

Muttering imprecations under his breath about what'll happen to the man if he's wrong, Jewkes climbs in, and I hear him gasp, "It's bigger!"

"You might as well follow me in with her," I tell Johnson, before climbing in out of the rain. Miranda is pushed through after me, and a second later the SWAT team member clambers in. Only Areth stays out in the rain. She still looks a little weak after her expenditure of magic, and I don't blame her for wanting to recharge.

Lisa and Becky are looking at the two SWAT men, fear in their eyes, until Brooke explains the situation to them.

"You see!" Miranda screams hysterically. "This is what I'm talking about. This isn't natural!" Johnson tries to quiet her, but she shakes him off. "Captain Jewkes, I demand you arrest them all for conspiracy to overthrow our way of life."

Johnson finally gets a solid grip on her, covering her mouth with a gloved hand and ending her tirade.

"What does she mean?" Jewkes asks, turning to face me.

"Please, sit down," I say indicating one of the couches, "and I'll explain everything I can." The shrewd man takes one final look around the large interior of my car, before shuddering again and taking the proffered seat.

Three hours later, as the sun is just starting its descent to the west, I finish explaining everything. Captain Jewkes still has a skeptical look on his face, but even he can't deny the evidence all around him.

"What am I supposed to do with her?" he asks, referring to Miranda.

"She tried to kill you," I state simply. "Let her take the stand, and she'll condemn herself. Should be no problem getting her locked up in a mental institute."

"Listen, Mr. Snow, I'm not sure I believe everything you're telling me, or even want to believe. It's a lot to think about. Creatures of fantasy trying to destroy their world and come here? I don't know." He shakes his head, before turning his shrewd eyes back on me. "Will you be around if I have any more questions?"

"I'm not sure," I tell him honestly. "I have to get the curse of this damned blade lifted. I don't know how long I'll be gone."

"He can get in touch with us," Becky says, and we all look at her. "What? You weren't planning on taking us with you anyway, so he might as well talk to us here on Earth." I see Lisa nod in agreement, and I accede.

Jewkes lets us go, and we head back to Lisa and Becky's place.

"Who was that older guy in the fantasy world?" Ondine asks me on the trip back, and I realize I haven't checked up on anyone else from Marchosias's nightmare.

"I work with him," I tell her. "His name's Thomas, same as it was in the nightmare." I remember how she'd acted around the man in the fantasy world, and decide I'd better take her with me when I check on my workmates. Checking the clock, I realize there's no time like the present.

We drop off everyone but Areth and Ondine, and I direct my car towards work.

It doesn't occur to me until I get there that they might have taken the day off after the events of yesterday, but Jennifer meets me at the entrance, her giant tits barely contained in her guard uniform.

"Why am I not surprised to see you after my nightmare yesterday?" she asks, taking one look at my face, then looking to Ondine. Areth is once again hidden in the back of my shirt.

"Jenny of the Large Pennies," Ondine murmurs, taking a defensive stance next to me, at the same time Muramasa begins whispering to me, Let me taste her this time. Don't let her go to waste like last time.

"I'm going to guess that wasn't a nightmare, after all," Jennifer says laconically.

"No," I tell her quietly. "Are Sheila, AnnaBelle, and Thomas here today as well?"

"Well, that would explain why Thomas avoided looking at me this morning." She looks closely at Ondine. "You're that little slip of a girl." She shakes her head, before turning back to me. "Did you ever find Thomas's daughter in that place?"

"Yeah," I tell her, smiling. "She's hidden in my shirt at the moment."

Jennifer gives me an odd look, and then says, "Well, I hope you at least got to fuck her."

I flinch when I feel Areth's small hands pinch my back in response to Jennifer's crudeness. The large breasted woman laughs, likely thinking my reaction was due to her words.

"Well, come on. I suppose we'd better all go up to your office and get this sorted out." Jennifer leads the way, passing us all through security and then up to my floor.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 20



Sheila gasps when we walk into the office, and I see Thomas go pale when he sees Ondine. I have a feeling this day just got a bit more interesting for everyone.

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Author's Notes:

Garbonzo really outdid himself editing this chapter, offering great advise, and catching quite a few things that I missed as the author. Sometimes with this whole story in my head, I tend to gloss over things that my wonderful audience doesn't already know. So once more, THANK YOU!

Also, seeing as this is the 20th chapter, I'm kind of curious. Who is your favorite character? Lemme know in the comments!



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 21







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 21



"What am I supposed to do with this?" Ondine asks, coming over to me, and showing me a strip of paper. Looking at it, I have to stifle a bit of my own laughter. 

"That's his phone number," I explain to her. "He wants you to call him."

"Is. . . . Is he a good man, like he was in Marchosias's trap?" she asks me uncertainly. It strikes me as odd that the mermaid is acting so vulnerable, where always before she's been rock solid.

"I'm not sure," I tell her honestly. "All I know is that to one degree or another, everyone had their personalities intact, even if we didn't have our memories." She goes quiet as she regards the small slip of paper.

Having said that, I wonder what it says about her personality, that she was a thief? She had been a guard, or soldier, before we'd taken her away from Varun's demesne.

Finally back at Lisa and Becky's home, I look forward to just going in and getting some rest, before leaving for the Shadow World tomorrow. 

Unfortunately, it's not to be.

A loud ruckus comes from the house as I step out of my car, and I almost turn to go back in, but Ondine is blocking my way. Sighing heavily, I turn back and enter the house.

"No! That's not going to work," I hear Angela yell.

"Of course it will!" Becky shouts back, anger filling her tone. "You're just too bull-headed to see it."

"You don't understand," the succubus nearly screams.

"What the hell is going on?" I yell when I enter the main room, my blood already beginning to boil.

Everyone grows quiet as they look at me, and suddenly I'm lost in a sea of arms, lips, and breasts. They're all trying to hug and kiss me, welcoming me home, while Muramasa keeps screaming about assassins trying to kill me.

"Now what was that all about?" I demand when I can break free.

"I was trying to explain . . .," Angela starts at the same time Becky states, "I don't see why . . ."

Placing my head in my hand, I can already feel a headache coming on.

"Lisa? Brooke? Can either of you calmly tell me what this was all about?" I ask the other two women in the room.

They look at each other before Lisa nods to the redhead, and Brooke answers my question. "Becky wants to bring as many people as possible, but Angela says it's not a good idea."

"I agree with Angela," I say, then look to the succubus and note that she's back to her punk form, blue hair, thick mascara and all. "But I want to hear your reasoning as well."

"The person we're going to see is a little shy," she says evenly, meeting my eyes with her hazel orbs. "He's not going to like me bringing you to him, much less a whole troop of people."

Turning to Becky, I raise an eyebrow, letting her give her side. "We don't need to go all the way to this guy," she says, her voice full of determination. "We know how to fight now, and we can help protect you. I see no reason we should all stay behind."

A valid argument, I think, but still not enough to sway me. "We need someone to stay behind and answer any questions Captain Jewkes might have." The short brunette opens her mouth to argue, but I keep speaking. "Also, it'll be no pleasure cruise. Already I'm having a hard time controlling my temper. Muramasa is constantly whispering to me, and I can't escape him forever. I don't know how much longer I'll last, and it'll kill me if I hurt one of you." Emotion is thick in my voice as I finish speaking and I can see the women reacting to it.

"I can stay behind," Ondine pipes up, still holding Thomas's number in her hand. 

"And we can work together to help you," Lisa says.

"Together we can fight the sword's influence until we find Masamune," Brooke adds.

"Does everyone have a death wish?" I ask, feeling my anger rise at their belligerence. Why won't anyone understand my point-of-view? "Look at your hand, Brooke. How do you plan to fight with that?" I know my words are unkind, but dammit, I couldn't bare for her to be hurt worse.

Brooke walks over to me, and I can feel Muramasa's comforting grip in my hand. Did I speak too harshly to her? Is she ready to finally do her duty and kill me? She bends over, her green eyes meeting mine, and I prepare to draw my blade in defense if I need to.

Her lips pressing softly against mine clears my head, and I gasp, realizing how close I'd just come to making a terrible mistake. Muramasa's strength is growing, and apparently my willpower is decreasing, but the love I feel from this kiss has been enough to ground me once again.

For now.

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I look around at the other women. "You can come," I say, "but only as far as Angela says it's safe. From that point on, it will only be her, Areth, and me." I see Becky open her mouth to argue, and I glare at her, "I have spoken, and I will not be ignored!" I bellow at the top of my lungs, rage giving power to my voice. Shocked glances abound, as I stand and flee the room before I let my wrath take complete control.

Once back in the Orange Bubble, I scream at the top of my lungs, letting out my pent-up frustration before collapsing back onto the bed and ordering my car not to let anyone in.

Because my car should have remained locked, I'm startled half out of my wits when a hand gently shakes my shoulder.

I don't even hesitate, as I roll away from my attacker, drawing Muramasa fully from his sheath. 

Yes! Let me feed. I hunger for blood. Allow me to taste her sweet essence! the sword bellows in my mind, as its miasmic energy suffuses the inside of my car. I can already feel its influence growing, my willpower weakening even more, now that it's free of its sheath.

Her? The thought crosses the outskirts of my mind, and it takes some effort to focus through the bloodlust Muramasa is pushing through me.

Angela sits frozen on the edge of the bed, mascara rimmed eyes large in fright and one hand covering her mouth. With my senses sharpened by the cursed blade's power, I can see she's shaking in abject terror.

She was going to kill you in your sleep. You know she can't be trusted. You didn't want anyone in here, and she snuck in to finish you off. Kill her now, before she attacks. Don't hesitate, or it will be too late. Feed me!

I take a slow step forward, wary of any traps, but trying to sort out my own thoughts. How did she get in here? Why is she in here? Is that really fear in her eyes, or a ruse to lull my senses? Too many questions and not enough answers.

I can see her lips moving now as she lowers her hand slowly, hazel eyes locked on Muramasa, but I can't hear her over Muramasa's demands to let him feed on her essence.

Slowly, I pull back the blade, ready to defend or attack at any moment. Placing my left thumb against the impossibly sharp blade, I slide it up, wetting the edge with my blood. I stifle a moan, as even the small cut hurts much worse than it should, as Muramasa siphons off a portion of my soul. Still with my eyes riveted on Angela, I carefully turn the blade, and then shove him back into his sheath. My wicked blade cries out in anger at being thwarted from feeding fully.

As soon as I hear the cross guard strike the top of the sheath, my knees buckle beneath me, and I stumble forward, tripping onto the bed.

That was too close, I think, swallowing breaths in huge gasps. Sweat breaks out across my body at the effort I'd had to expend to keep from blindly attacking the succubus.

"Lyden?" I hear the blue haired women say my name, and I realize she's been talking to me for a bit. "Lyden, talk to me. What's going on?"

"I can't do this," I moan despairingly. "It's too much."

I feel her hand tentatively touch my back, and when I don't react, she slowly starts to rub. "Oh, Lyden. I know you're carrying quite a burden, but it will lighten soon. Just one more day. Tomorrow, we'll get to Masamune, and break you free of the curse."

Rolling onto my back, I glare at her, my heart thumping painfully in my chest from anger. "You don't understand!" I scream at her. "I nearly killed you! I wanted to kill you. I wasn't in control. How much longer before I go completely mad? How much longer before I slip and one of you is dead by my hand?"

Tears blossom in her eyes, but I see her jaw firm as she reaches for me again. "But you didn't kill me," she says in a soothing tone that ends up grating on my already raw nerves. "You took back control, and I know you can do it again. Tomorrow, I promise you'll be free from it tomorrow."

I allow her to pull my head into her lap, and my arms go around her slender frame of their own volition.

"How did you get in?" I ask when I know my voice is under control.

"Like me, the car may be yours," she tells me, "but its soul is mine." I understand then why she was able to get in, even though I'd locked the doors. I'd been a fool to think that would stop her. Or had my katana made sure I didn't think of that? Her fingers play slowly with my hair, and I feel myself relaxing bit by bit. "Lyden?"

"Yes?" I ask, realizing I had been slowly drifting off.

"You're going to need all the energy you can get for tomorrow." Her voice comes to me softly, almost hesitantly, but I know what she really means.

Smiling, and actually feeling happy, I look up at her. I open my mouth to ask why she's still dressed, when her clothing vanishes and she smiles back down at me. Her nipple piercings shine in the slightly dim interior of the Orange bubble, and I realize my mouth is mere inches from her crotch.

Turning around in her lap, she squeals when I shove her back and dive into her coochie. Nuzzling her clit piercing with my nose, I dart my tongue between her lower lips, as my hands slide up her flat stomach to her metal tipped tits. Grabbing a piercing in each hand, I twist them lightly, enjoying the sounds of her gentle moaning.

Her fingers dig into my hair, urging me on as I suck in her labia minor, lightly nibbling on them with my teeth. When I can sense she's getting close, I change tactics, and suck hard on her clit, ring and all. After a couple seconds I'm rewarded from my efforts, as I feel her orgasmic energy flow into me, renewing what I'd lost moments earlier with interest.

She grips my ears painfully, pulling me up to face her, and a serious mien comes over her as she speaks. "I need you to fuck me right now. It's been too long, with too much happening in between. Fuck me hard and make me scream, my love." Without waiting for a response, she pulls my face to hers, mashing our lips together, and I know she can taste herself on my tongue.

Reaching down between us, I start rubbing my head against her slit, feeling the metal nub at the top. Her hips keep trying to rise against me, but I hold off from entering her just yet. I can tell she's growing frustrated with me by her grunts and moans, but still I hold back. Her juices are flowing copiously from her, her fingers digging almost painfully into my back when she screams out, "Just FUCK me already!"

Lifting my head up, I look deep into her eyes. "No," I tell her firmly, and smile at the shock that registers on her beautiful features. "I want to be with Angelica."

It takes her but a split second to understand my desire, and I picture her as I'd seen her on the beach in Water's domain. Her skin transforms from a milky white, to a chocolaty brown, her eyes darkening and changing to an almond shape, her mascara vanishing altogether. Her lips grow firmer, while her breasts grow larger, the piercings fading away into dark brown areolas. I feel pubic hair around my genitals, and I don't hesitate another moment, driving my hips forward, and impaling her cunt on my pole.

Our mutual moans hit a harmony together, as we both enjoy the sensation of completion. I'd forgotten that in this form her silken inner walls don't conform to my rod and moan some more as I slide from her depths, before diving back in. The tip of my prick hits her inner most parts prior to me withdrawing 'til only the head is still in her.

"Oh, Lyden!" she mewls, her arms going around my neck as I continuously plunge into her. "Make love to me. You feel so good, filling every part of me. You complete me, my love. Ohhh, yes! I want. . . . I want to have. . . . Oh, damn, I'm gonna—"

I cut her off as I press my lips back to hers, enjoying their soft firmness. I have a feeling I know what she was going to ask for, and right now I'm not sure I can resist getting her pregnant if she voices the request.

Her lubricating fluids gush around my pistoning cock as I grab her large breasts, massaging them and muffling both our moans in our bliss with the kiss.

As she comes down from her high, I release her mouth and roll us over. Her breasts hang down ponderously above me, and I can't resist tasting them. Her flesh is sweet to my taste buds, as she rocks her hips to and fro.

Even though I'm no longer moving in and out of her, the feeling of my rock hard phallus stirring up her insides, churning her cum into a frothy white mess feels absolutely divine.

My own orgasm comes on me quick, and I drop my head back onto the bed, moaning and gripping her hips to move her faster.

"Thank you, Angelica," I moan, racing to the cliff that I know will send me to new levels of delight. "My love."

As soon as the last words escape my lips, I feel her vagina clamp down hard on me, and pure unadulterated rapture floods my system. That metaphorical cliff drops out from under me, and I fall headlong into wonder and delight as our souls mix and mingle.

Tomorrow will be a new day with new challenges, but for right now, my entire world encompasses only the two of us.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 22







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 22



"As nice as he sounds," I say, "do you really think he'll just hand over the sword?"

"I don't understand how another sword is supposed to break this curse," Jewkes says before Angela can answer my question. My anger flares at his rudeness, and it takes a second for me to tamp it down. I need to keep a reign on myself.

"Masamune is oppositely cursed. It can only harm the most-wicked of beings, and creates such a sense of calm and peace that most people cursed with it just lie down and die. They're no longer even interested in living." Angela's words haunt me, and I forget that I'd been angry a moment ago.

"So you just want him to lie down and die?" Jewkes asks shocked at the statement.

"They should balance each other out," Areth says. "Muramasa makes survival the highest priority, at the cost of paranoia and sanity. Masamune should help balance that out."

Should?

"Or tear him apart," Angela shoots back. "There's no telling what will happen to someone cursed in two opposite ways like that. It could destroy his mind."

"I'm sure Lyden can handle it," Lisa says, always the cheerleader.

"Why has no one else asked the most obvious question?" Becky states, and we all stop and stare at the petite brunette. "Lyden is cursed by this blade, and can't get rid of it. Do you think this other guy, Shem-whatzit, will be able to even hand over the sword?"

A sudden sinking feeling overwhelms me at the sudden concern.

"We'll figure that out when the time comes," Angela says and turns to start walking again. From her tone and body language, I can tell she's not happy. I wonder if it comes down to her second father or me, whom will she choose?

Why would she choose you? Muramasa snidely asks. She's known him longer. Probably been fucking him longer.

We're silent once more, as we contemplate our task. It had seemed so simple when starting out this morning, and now the closer we get, the more improbable it becomes.

"Angela," a chittering voice breaks the silence, and I feel cold chills run down my spine, "I'm surprised to see you so close to our queen's borders."

A metallic ring sounds out as blades are drawn, and I turn in horror to see a Myrmidon begin forming out of millions of crawling red ants.

"Lyden," Jennifer asks, fear already thick in her tone, "is that what I think it is?"

"What do you want?" Angela asks the monster as its mouth begins to form, mandibles slowly protruding out. She looks around, and seems to notice our ready stance for the first time. "If he'd meant to attack, he would have done so by now," she tells us. "He's here for another reason."

"Our queen wishes to talk with you, succubus," the thing says in its clacking voice. "Though she has no orders for your companions, she has stated regret at her prior behavior."

"TanaVesta is no longer my queen," venom nearly drips from Angela's voice. "She lied and is trying to destroy our world."

"Tsk, tsk," the Myrmidon mutters. "She will be most grieved to hear you feel that way."

"I doubt that," she says evenly, stepping forward. "You won't be reporting back." The large spear in her hands swings around, the sharp blade severing the monster's arm.

It only laughs, as the appendage splatters on the ground, and the myriad ants that make it up rush to its foot. The arm is already reforming.

"Our orders were to bring you to her peacefully if you would come. Kill you if you didn't." Its mandible-filled mouth opens wide, and I can already see the glow of fire before I start moving.

Scorching heat sears my back as I tackle the succubus to the ground, just in time to avoid the full blast. Gunshots ring out, as Jennifer, Jewkes, and Thomas open fire. Rolling over, I look up to see the rounds impacting the monster, but having no better effect than they had back in the grocery store parking lot. AnnaBelle just looks at the creature dumbly, not even trying to use her crossbow.

Angela shoves powerfully against me, and somehow I'm able to roll onto my feet, and come up hand on Muramasa's hilt.

"Lyden, you can't!" Becky shouts at me. "That sword is too dangerous!"

Nodding to the smart woman, I remove the sword, hilt and all, from my hip, and then turn to face the beast.

"I don't suppose you have a can of Raid on you by chance?" Jennifer asks, coming to stand next to me while reloading her shotgun.

Brooke steps in, her rippling blue sword raised in her left hand and brings it down hard on the creature's shoulder. The Myrmidon screams in pain, and I watch in hope as the red ants around the blade start to turn black.

The mermaid assassin's watery blade can hurt the thing, I think, just in time to see the creature backhand her, sending her tumbling away from the weapon still lodged in the monster's shoulder. I have no doubt she could have avoided the blow if she had been using her normal hand, but her reflexes aren't geared for her left hand.

The monster's hand grips the hilt of Brooke's sword, and tears it free with another cry of pain, before flinging the weapon with a powerful throw. I can't make out where it lands.

It takes a couple steps towards Brooke, and I step forward without thinking, standing over her to protect the fallen redhead.

Its golden mouth opens wide, and I know I'm about to be burned to a crisp. Swinging my sheathed blade at its head, the thing catches it in his hand, halting my attack. Red glows brightly from its maw as it prepares to finish me off.

"NO!" Areth's voice rings out high and loudly, and a moment later a column of water blasts the thing, drowning the building fire and knocking the Myrmidon back.

Unfortunately he takes my sheath with him.

Free! Feed me. Let me taste its ichor. I want his soul! Muramasa's voice rings out clearly in my mind, demanding; this time unwilling to be satisfied with a minor cut.

I feel rage deeper and hotter than any I've ever felt before flood through my system, and feel my lips turn up in a feral smile.

How dare this insignificant fucking ant try to kill me or my companions? With Muramasa in my hands, I am nearly a god! It seems so easy to step forward, dodging the swing of its arm, and removing the hand from its wrist. It curls and blackens as it strikes the ground, tendril of smoke slowly rising up before it's consumed in a puff of flame.

Yes! Tastes so sweet. Blood, soft, wet, hot, blood! Feed me!

Somehow I can make out fear in the thing's gaze, but that only makes me smile wider. There is just something about the feeling of knowing that your enemy is about to fall, seeing the terror on its face, and a thrill that permeates my body at knowing that its fear is because of me.

Its mouth opens again, and this time there is no delay before the flame gushes forth, but Muramasa blocks it, swallowing it all, its chrome blade turning a bright red color. I marvel at the beauty of my sword. Why have I kept it sheathed? I should keep him out all the time. I've never felt as good or powerful as I do right at this moment.

Muramasa leaves a golden trail of light as I almost lazily flick my wrist, and watch the insignificant thing's head separate from its shoulders a moment before flames engulf the entire monster.

"Oh, yes!" I scream exaltedly. "That was fucking awesome!"

"L-Lyden," Lisa's voice breaks through the battle fog and I turn to look at her. Why is she looking at me like that? Why is she afraid? I just saved her. She should be on her knees, groveling in supplication to how powerful I am now.

She wants to kill you. Kill her now before she can strike. FEED me more! Why do she and the short one follow you? They don't truly care about you. None of them do.

Yes, my blade is right, of course. She saw how powerful I am now, and fears me. It's only right, of course. I should be feared, but why would she want to kill me? Why isn't she thanking me for saving her and everyone else?

She takes a step towards me, and I prepare for an attack. I don't know why she would want to hurt me, but such an aggressive movement can only mean one thing.

Raising my wonderful blade up, I prepare to separate her head from her shoulders.

"Master, no!" another voice cries out, and I see Sheila prostrate herself before me, hands outstretched pleadingly before her as she beseeches me. "Leave them here, Master. Take your slave with you, and we will go somewhere we can have some real fun."

"What are you doing, Sheila?" Thomas demands of her, but he's ignored.

A truly subservient slave could be some real fun, I think. At least she knows her proper position.

And when we're done with her, I can feed.

Yes indeed, I think as I bend over and grab the skinny woman around the waist. She squeaks as I throw her over my shoulder and walk away, taking only a moment to sheath Muramasa.

He screams about being put away too soon, but I know he'll be there and ready when I want to feed him again.

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"Wh-what do you plan on doing with me, Master?" my little slave asks, her voice quavering in fear.

"It's not your place to question your master, slave," I tell her forcefully, slapping her rear to emphasize my point. "Now strip!"

Somehow, I had been able to find a cave a little ways away. A couple of Orc carcasses rest a bit deeper in, but right now they are of no concern to me. Right now, I intend to fuck the shit out of my little slave.

She begins to do as I command, slowly pulling her arm from the sleeve of her shirt. She's taking too long, moving at a pace that I can't accept, and I grab her top, twist, and yank it off her in one pull, reducing it to rags with ease.

Her larger than handful size tits stand free in the dim light of the cave, and I grin that my slave knew better than to wear a bra today. She doesn't hesitate to pull her pants off, and finally I see she understands the urgency of my need and desire.

I start working at my own pants, but she moves quickly, her own still around her ankles, slapping my hands away. Greedily she undoes my fly, and reaches in to grab my already hardening phallus. A low throaty moan escapes her throat as my rod pops free.

Hungrily she swallows me between her lips, sucking me deep into her throat, and gagging herself on my tool.

Gripping a handful of her soft black hair, I force her face against my pelvis, truly enjoying the way my cock feels mashed down her gullet, her drool and saliva slipping free from her open mouth and dripping off my scrotum.

"Oh, fuck that feels good, slave. Yes, lick my balls!" I moan, before yanking her head back to look into her eyes. "Be a good slave, and I'll make sure you're rewarded," I tell her, having no intention of keeping the promise.

Tears stream from her eyes and drool from her mouth, but she nods and grabs my ass, pulling my prick back towards her hungry mouth. Her hands work at my waist, pulling my pants the rest of the way off. I hear my sword skitter across the cave floor, and worry that she's trying to disarm me, but when she starts humming a second later, I forget about it, enjoying the pleasure she's giving me.

Leaning forward, I grip her left breast, squeezing hard until she moans. My lusty emotions drive higher at the sound of her voice, barely making it around my cock and I yank her off me again.

"Ready to get fucked, slave?" I ask her, not really caring if she is or not.

"Yes Master! Fuck your willing slave. Punish her, or please her! I'm yours!" She kicks off her pants and shoves her ass into the air.

I waste no time before stepping forward and driving my rock hard penis straight into her vagina. With almost no foreplay, I'm shocked at how wet she already is. She still screams out as I hit bottom in her, and continue driving forward. Some part of my brain knows I can change the size and shape of my cock to conform to her cunt, but I'm not letting it, forcing my full size and length into her, until I'm butting up against her womb.

Placing my left hand on her hip, I once again grab her long black hair. Her pussy clamps down on me, as I pull back my hips, and then use my grip on her black locks to drive forward. She grunts at the impact, but I don't let up. Her inner folds convulse around my rod, as I pound into her again and again. Her screams echo around the cavern in counterpoint to my hips smacking against her rump.

I can somehow sense that she's coming close to her own orgasm, and decide that I need to finish first. She was good, but I'm not in the mood to fully reward her right now.

I throw all of my concentration into reaching my own culmination, centering on how every inch of her cunt feels wrapped tightly around my cock. The way her ass cheeks jiggle every time I slam into her. And how her voice sounds, part pleasure, part pain, in the way I'm treating her body, as it echoes around the cave.

My first volley fires deep into her, filling her womb with my potent seed. Who cares if she gets pregnant? She'll be dead long before she can carry the child to full term.

Despite my efforts, I feel her own orgasm wash over me, filling me with new heights of pleasure as her juices drip off my nut-sack.

Even so, I don't stop pumping into her until every drop is sucked from my long prick.

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Sorry for the long delay between chapters this time. Between traveling, real life, and other things happening, it drastically slowed things down. Hopefully life will return to normalcy soo!

Also, thanks again to Garbonzo for pointing out where things were confusing or needed better clarification. He is a great editor, and this story wouldn't be where it is now, without his aid!



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 23







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 23



"I think you'd better tell him, little fairy, before I do." This time the man's voice is full of menace, and I find myself standing up, not willing to put up with his flip-flopping attitude any longer.

"No, Lyden, don't," Areth says directly into my ear, her voice full of resignation as she lifts away from my shoulder. "He's right."

"Areth?" I ask, now thoroughly confused.

"We're not tied together, even though you took my maidenhead," she tells me as she flutters before my wondering gaze. "I don't understand why, but that first night, after Marchosias's trap, I decided to test the limits of our connection, while you were otherwise occupied."

"You shouldn't have done that," I protest. "What would've happened if you'd gone too far and couldn't make it back?"

She gives me a sweet but sad smile before continuing. "I wanted to know how close I would have to stay to you after I felt you absorb my soul." Something falls from her face, and it takes me a moment to realize she's crying. "At first I was surprised that I wasn't feeling any drain on my system as I travelled away from where you slept. When I got to the other side of that monstrous city you live in, I had to admit that something was odd. For some reason, I wasn't tied to you, as I should've been. I was free to continue to live my own life any way I chose."

"But you came back," I say softly, trying to grasp what she's saying. Why is it that after I broke her cherry, we weren't linked to one another? I'd felt the change at the time, so what happened?

"I almost didn't," she answers my statement. "Do you have any idea the kind of freedom that offered me? All our lives, fairies worry about every creature they come across, afraid that one of them may take our maidenhead and forever control us. I no longer needed to worry about that. I am freer than any fairy ever before."

"Why did you return, then?" Brooke asks, and I can hear a note of anger in her voice. The small golden woman has lied to us all, making life on Earth more difficult, as we tried to accommodate our supposed link.

"I'm still not entirely sure." Areth's head comes up, and I can see pleading in her tiny bright eyes. "I saw how you treated those around you, Lyden, and I still felt close to you. You risked yourself back in that demon's lair to save me, and then were willing to sacrifice your life to the Cyclopes, to save me again. I'd never met anyone who was so willing to put others before themselves, and you intrigued me. I know you didn't particularly like me, so I pretended that. . . . I just didn't want you to send me away!" She drops to the floor, and I can tell she's sobbing.

Angela moves to the fairy's side, and scoops her up, glaring at me, as though this whole situation was my doing.

"I don't understand why we aren't linked?" I state to no one in particular as I try to sort out my own emotions. Sure she had tricked me, but she had also been of help at times. At first I might have sent her away, back when she started to annoy us after saving Brooke, but despite my own words afterwards, I don't think we'd have made it this far without her. Hell, she'd saved my life on more than one occasion.

"I believe I can answer that," Shemhazau says, and I jump, having completely forgotten about the scrawny man. We all look at him, even Areth, waiting for him to answer. After a few seconds of silence, I clear my throat, and he looks almost startled as he looks back at me. "What? Oh, right. So, anyway, like I said, I believe I can answer that question."

"You said that already," I tell him, feeling my annoyance rising again.

"I know what I said, and what I haven't said, son," his indignant reply comes back at me. I'm really getting annoyed with him calling me son. "And one thing I haven't said is that while you did break her maidenhead, and you did take her entire soul into yourself, you didn't leave her without a soul of her own."

"That doesn't make sense," Brooke says before I can. "If he took her whole soul, then how did he. . . ." she stops and her mouth forms an 'O' as her wide eyes look at me.

"What?" I demand, still confused.

"Lemme lay it straight for ya, homie," the man's attempt at street voice is almost laughable, if the situation weren't more serious. "The pixie and you did it before you actually took her maidenhead, right?" I nod, remembering the masturbation session while she was still attached to the orb of light, as well as barely making it into her anus when Marchosias forced us to perform in front of him. "At those times, your souls mixed. You got a bit of hers, and she yours. Now hold on, I'm getting there," he says, holding up his hands to forestall me interrupting him. "When you finally took her maidenhead, every bit of soul that was in her at the time transferred to you. In truth, that's all that was required to complete the demon's trap, but you're a good lad, and didn't stop there. Had you done so, then you would indeed be linked to each other. However, like I said, you're a good lad and when you finished, you transferred some of your soul back to her. Since your soul had some of hers, she was able to take it, and use it for her own. Ya dig?"

The way he says it seems to make perfect sense, and I wonder that we didn't figure it all out before, until I remember that I still don't fully understand all of my abilities.

"I still don't fully understand why she came back," I say aloud, not really expecting an answer, but wanting to hear my own voice.

"Because I've fallen in love with you, dolt!" A golden blur flashes to my face, and she stops, hovering close enough that I can't focus on her features. I can make out that her hands are on her hips. Never a good sign when a woman does that to you.

"Which brings up another point," Shemhazau says happily. "The real reason generators were killed off so many centuries ago and why interbreeding has been outlawed."

The crazy old man has my complete attention again, though I take a moment to reach out and carefully place Areth back on my shoulder. She huffs in my ear, and I can feel her fist strike my ear, but her heart isn't in the blow.

"Not all generators get their ability to garner power the way you do, Lyden. You owe that fun ability to your father. He was once a king for the succubae. However, all generators gather loyal followers. Loyalty can come in many shapes and sizes, but it's not unheard of for a generator to amass an army of very loyal friends."

"And the Pillars couldn't handle any challenge to their power," Brooke says, understanding.

"Some of them, yes," Shemhazau nods. "Gaia, and the Pillars of Light and Dark didn't push for it, but the other three did. In the end, Light and Dark couldn't bring themselves to care enough to oppose it, and Gaia wasn't strong enough on her own." He looks around the room, and for the first time I catch a glimpse of his eyes. Light colored, but still too dim to make out clearly. "And the only way to produce generators is through interbreeding."

"So it's safe to have mixed children?" Angela asks, and there is no mistaking the hope in her voice.

"Of course not," he replies with that large smile of his. "It's still true that they could go mad, and with the unpredictability of their powers, that has the potential to cause massive trouble." The succubus's face drops, as her hopes are dashed. "But it's not as big a fear as the Pillars pretend it is."

New hope light's Angela's eyes, and I see it reflected in Brooke's green orbs. Somehow I think this latest revelation has just created a whole new level of complications for me. I think back about Sheila, and wonder what her decision will be.

"Now back to the real reason you're here, son; the curse." The way this insane man keeps changing subjects has my head spinning, and I find myself sitting unexpectedly, Areth squeaking in surprise in my ear. "The curse can't be broken, but it can be augmented and lived with."

"How?" Angela asks.

"I'm so glad you asked," he states, almost like a T.V. personality. "It'll take three things: Muramasa, which you have, Masamune, which I have," with a flourish of his wrist, a blade that looks identical to mine—except the blade is pitch black, where mine is a shiny chrome—appears in his hand, "and a talisman to work between the two."

"He can't just hold Masamune to have the curse changed?" Areth asks.

"He could, but it would drive him insane, as both blades would constantly war over his mind. He would be the battlefield between." The old man shakes his head sadly. "The good news is that, in the words of Meatloaf, "Two out of three ain't bad," and I just happen to know who has the needed talisman."

"The man who killed my parents," I say tonelessly.

Brooke jumps at my words, and it only then occurs to me that we are going to have to go after her old commander. I really must be off balance mentally for it to have taken me this long to figure that out.

"He can't!" the redhead nearly screams. "If Lyden draws that blade again, I don't think the real Lyden will come back. Commander Douglas is a renowned swordsman. I don't know of anyone that can stand up to him, and survive. Or anyone who ever has."

"One man did, though barely," Shemhazau says wistfully. "That is why you must accompany him, assassin." For some reason, his voice fills with anger at the title, as if he's accusing Brooke with it.

"I'm no better with this hand," she says, holding up her right hand with its missing and shortened fingers.

Shemhazau smiles as he approaches her, but I can see it doesn't reach his eyes. Taking her maimed hand in his, he softly kisses each finger, and I hear Brooke gasp with each touch of his lips. When he steps away, the assassin is staring at her hand. Each finger is whole, and looking healthy once more. The flesh of the new digits is a light pink color.

"So long as you stay loyal to him, and protect him, your hand will remain whole," the man says, and then wearily sits back down. "Now go, you two. One of my dolphins will guide you. We'll talk more when you return." With a wave of his hand I feel something tug at my navel, and have to blink, as the world around me grows too bright.

"What just happened?" Brooke's voice sounds to my right.

"I think we were dismissed," I reply unhappily.

It takes me a few moments to clear my eyes enough to see in the bright outdoors, and another second to get used to the washed out colors. A small dolphin is swimming through the air in front of me and I have to admit that even after all I've seen in the last couple months, this strikes me as very wrong.

"I suppose he's our guide." Brooke's words act as a catalyst, and the dolphin, no longer than two feet from nose to tail, begins to swim away. The creature looks completely natural as it moves through the air, that for a moment I get the crazy notion that the air is as thick as water, and have to stop myself from trying to swim after it.

I follow without hesitation, and I can hear Brooke coming up behind me.

"Lyden, wait. How do we know we can trust him?" I ascertain she's referring to Shemhazau and not the dolphin.

"Do we have a choice?" I ask in all seriousness.

"Well, no, but you don't understand what he's put us up to. Commander Douglas is one of the best swordsmen I've ever heard of. He may claim that someone has walked away from him, but I've never heard of them." Her newly reformed hand on my shoulder slows me, but I refuse to stop. "We don't stand a chance against him."

"Do I have a choice?" I ask her again, without looking her way.

She's silent for a while, before she says, "The amount of power he must have to fix my hand and dismiss us like that. . . . Lyden, I don't know who that man is, but he is nearly as powerful as the Pillars."

"You want to know why he doesn't come for this talisman himself," I state, knowing where her mind is going. "I think it's because he's cursed by Masamune. He can't come for it himself."

"And how will you break his curse, so that you can use his sword to augment yours?" Her words are delivered softly, but I can hear the fear that drives them.

"I don't think that will be a problem," I tell her, ideas falling into place in my mind. "He said you had to protect me to keep your fingers, right? Why would he do that, if he meant me harm?" For some odd reason the paranoia this place engenders doesn't seem to be affecting me when it comes to the crazy old man. Odd, since I'd been so suspicious of him earlier. Maybe I'm just finally willing to accept my fate.

She doesn't respond to my statement, and we walk in silence for a bit, until she says, "Maybe we can talk to Commander Douglas. We'd worked together once, and—"

"He killed my parents," I say, cutting her off.

"I had a hand in that too, remember? Do you plan on killing me?" her snide voice almost makes me turn on her, but after all that time trying to keep my emotions in check, and with Muramasa still remaining silent, I'm able to keep myself under control.

"You saved my life, and have protected me since I was a child," I tell her. Steel has more emotion in it than my voice does right now. "I love you, and will do everything in my power to keep you safe. What redeeming qualities does Douglas have?"

To my surprise, she actually laughs lightly. "Sorry," she dissembles when I look at her questioningly. "It's just . . . I've never heard anyone call him just Douglas. He's always been Commander Douglas. It actually makes him seem less formidable."

"How old are you?" I ask, suddenly more curious than cautious. Her eyes grow wide as she looks at me, caught off guard by the sudden change in subject. Thank you, Shemhazau for that trick. "Even when I was a kid, you looked as beautiful and young as you do now. The way you talked about your old commanding officer, is as though you've known him for a very long time."

She looks forward again, and this time the silence that follows is almost palpable.

Giving the question up as lost, I try to enjoy the scenery and the unique experience of following a swimming dolphin through the air.

The porpoise stops suddenly, and Shemhazau's voice pours from its open toothy mouth. "He keeps the talisman around his neck at all times, knowing it is something we both need to break our curse. He has long desired my death, and enjoys taunting me with how close he is, knowing that I can't come for him. What you're looking for looks like a pearl, but has striations of ivory and ebony throughout it." Without any further warning, the small creature swims straight upwards, and is soon lost in the too bright sky.

"Where to now?" I ask, looking around.

I spot the answer at the same time Brooke does, and we begin walking towards a light blue hut on the edge of a large pond.

"Let me do the talking," Brooke says as we come up to the door.

"What do you plan to talk to me about?" a voice behind us startles us, and we flip around to see an older man, sword held out and at the ready. We hadn't seen anyone outside, and he's caught us completely off guard. 

When he sees Brooke's face, his jaw goes slack and the point of his very sharp weapon dips slightly.

"I thought you were dead," he mutters before his sharp eyes flicker to me along with the tip of his weapon. "Who are you?"

"He is mine," Brooke says evenly, stepping in front of me. "What do you mean, you thought I was dead?"

He looks sharply back to the mermaid, and shakes his head. "When you vanished after being promoted to full assassin, I assumed that that old bastard, Shemhazau, had killed you."

"Why—?" she asks, but is cut off when the strong man suddenly hugs her to him.

"You don't know what it means to know our last mission together wasn't the reason you. . . . But never mind that now, where have you been?" His curious gaze flickers from Brooke's green eyes to me and back again, before he releases her, and steps back suspiciously. "This is him, isn't it? This is the child you swore you drowned." His blade is up again, the point pressed against her throat. Anger suffuses his voice as he glares at Brooke. "All these years I assumed Shemhazau killed you when he escaped me. I mourned for your death, but the truth is, you were a traitor. Give me one good reason I shouldn't give you a second mouth right now."

"Because you're a dead man if you do," I announce. While the man had been talking, I'd slowly unbuckled Muramasa from my hip, and now I hold the cursed blade up, an inch of shiny metal peeking out from the sheath. I can almost hear the blades mantic cries to be fed, but it's extremely easy to block out its weakened voice.

Douglas recognizes the blade, and I can see genuine fear cross his face as he backs away. I get a good look at his weapon and see that it's the twin of Brooke's wavy blue sword.

"You're working for him then?" Douglas spits off to the side as he glares at us. "All this time. . . . And you end up doing his dirty work." With his left hand, he reaches into his shirt and pulls something out. A round object about as big as my thumb, is attached to a leather thong with a piece of wire. White and black lines swirl through the object, making it look as if the thing is made of liquid, as the lines aren't stationary. "I suppose this is what you're after? You'll have to peel it from my cold dead hands, if you can. Come Traitor; let's see how good you are with your betrayer's blade."

I can see that the man's words hurt Brooke, and I feel true anger rise up in me that he would treat someone I care deeply for in such a manner. Keeping Muramasa sheathed, I step in, trying to knock his enchanted blade aside.

A loud crack resounds and my blade goes flying, sheath and all. Screaming in sudden pain, I drop to my knees cradling my broken wrist. How did he move so fast?

"Hmph," Douglas grunts derisively. "I thought I would have more to fear from Masamune's twin. Come Traitor, and test your blade against mine. Let's see how much you remember of my training."

My world splits into two portions, one focused on my excruciating pain, and the other on Brooke. 

My mermaid lover draws her sword, and I notice that there is no sound when she does so. The two watery blue blades face each other, mere inches separating their incredibly sharp blades. Neither one moves for a moment, eyes locked on their opponent. Having held Muramasa out, I know how hard it can be to hold a blade entirely steady, but theirs could be attached to statues, they're so still.

Brooke takes a step to her right, and Douglas smoothly follows suite. The redhead now stands between Douglas and me, and I realize she's protecting me.

I stand up, wanting to help out however I can. "No, stay back," Brooke says without breaking eye contact. "This isn't a fight you can help with." Her voice is flat and emotionless as she commands me to stay put.

I think to change into a dragon, but the pain in my wrist stops me from concentrating enough to do so.

"I'm glad to see you can keep your emotions in check, Traitor. At least all of my training wasn't lost on you." I know he is only trying to egg her on with his taunts, but they're striking home in me.

"You killed my parents, and tried to kill an innocent baby," I say. "At least she actually has a heart that beats in her chest."

"A heart?" the other man snarls, losing his temper slightly. "After I killed your mother, brat, and your father escaped from me, do you know what he did? He murdered my wife and two daughters while they slept. Don't talk to me about a heart."

Brooke uses the man's outburst as a chance to attack, and the two blades strike against each other, sending sparks flying. For tense moments, both combatants face off against each other, the blue metal of their blades creating a cacophony in the bright air, ending when Douglas shoves Brooke away from him, and once again they stop and stare at each other.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 23



So, call me dense, but it's only now that I realize the true import of everything that'd been said. Shemhazau is my father. He had escaped from Commander Douglas, and the assassin must have claimed he'd killed both my parents when he reported back. My old man is going to have a lot of explaining to do when I return.

"You killed his wife," I continue talking, hoping to set the man off again and give Brooke another opening. "You tried to kill his child, me. Do you want me to feel guilty that you failed? Ha!" I laugh loudly, using the pain in my right wrist to fuel my voice. The man doesn't even blink as I speak, and I realize I'm going to have to go with low blows to set him off again. "I hope your family screamed out your name when my father killed them. Does it haunt you at night, knowing that the last person to see them alive was the man you most despise?"

"Shut your fucking mouth," he snarls again, and then has to concentrate on staying alive as Brooke presses the attack, bringing her blade in hard and fast. It's barely deflected in time, but I still see a line of red open up on the man's side.

"Maybe your wife offered to suck his cock to save your babies," I continue, hating myself for speaking these words. I take no joy in what I'm saying, but I'll do whatever it takes to help Brooke out. "Do you often wonder if he killed them quickly, or took his time? Or did he just kill them as you killed my mother, while she was screaming to save her child?"

Douglas's temper finally seems to be completely under his control again, as he only glares at Brooke. I open my mouth to continue, wracking my brain to come up with something even more vulgar to say, but Brooke interrupts me.

"Lyden, shut up." Her words delivered without emotion make me obey more than anything else.

"At least you still have some honor," Douglas states, and I can tell he's actually breathing heavier. Brooke by comparison is the essence of calm.

"I'm sorry you thought I was dead all these years," she says to her opponent, her sword clanging as she knocks aside a thrust from him. "That was never my intent. I was a failure as an assassin, unable to complete my mission. I ran away, unable to bear the congratulations of my achievement, when I knew it was false." As she talks in her flat tone, Brooke slowly begins to draw her blade back, switching hands and lifting it over her head, still pointing at her opponent. "I am truly sorry for your family. Melissa was always kind to me, and I always thought your daughters were cute."

"Don't speak her name, Traitor!" Douglas dashes forward and I watch in horror as my dearest friend and protector grabs his naked blade with her newly healed right hand and moves it only slightly, letting it sink into her gut, then holding it there with an iron grip. The tip of his blue steel pokes out her back, but Brooke doesn't scream out in pain or even acknowledge the mortal wound. Quicker than my horrified eyes can follow, her left arm drops down and a second later the older man's head is rolling across the ground.

My utter shock lasts only a second before I rush to her in time to catch my wounded lover with my wounded arm before she hits the ground. I grasp the other blade, but her grip on my arm is firm, stopping me. "Don't pull it out. You'll only make the wound worse." She gasps, showing the pain she's in for the first time. She looks at her right hand, and laughs for a moment, until the pain stops her. I follow her gaze, and see that her hand is unharmed. "He said that it would remain whole as long as . . . I was protecting you." Her eyes meet mine, and she gives me a slight smile. "A hundred and forty-two." I look at her confused, no idea what she's talking about. "That's how . . . old I am." Talking is obviously getting harder for her, and tears sting my eyes as I realize I'm about to lose her.

"Hold on," I tell her. "I'm going to save you." Frantically I start racking my brain, trying to come up with some way to reverse the damage to her stomach. There isn't enough time to sleep and enter her mind. "Shemhazau!" I scream, hoping to get his attention. Maybe he can heal her. "Father, I need you! I can't lose her. Please, I'll do anything, just don't let her die!"

Silence answers my call.

Brooke's hand brushes my cheek, and I look back down at her. Her form is blurry through my tears, but I can make out a wistful smile on her lips.

"I love you, Lyden." She shudders and coughs before she can continue. "You need . . . to get the talisman . . . to Shemhazau. It's . . . too late for me."

She goes limp in my arms, and it feels like my entire life shatters with her passing. Memories of growing up, of always having her there as a constant companion, flood my mind, overwhelming my senses. I remember becoming interested in women, and crushing hard on the older redhead. I remember her showing up to my high school graduation, and all my other friends being jealous that she was there for me. When I'd scraped my knee trying to show off by doing a trick on my pedal bike, she'd been there to comfort me. I also remember finding her in that prison cell in Atlantis, wounded and hurt. The look on her face when I'd broken free of my restraints in TanaVesta's chamber. So many memories, and yet they seem to flit through my mind with barely a moment's hesitation.

Heart breaking, I bend over the form that had once been Brooke, the redheaded mermaid assassin, that had also been my savior as a child, and plant a soft kiss against her immobile lips.

"I love you, too, Brooke. I'm sorry I couldn't save you." A new wave of grief washes over me, and I press my lips more firmly against hers, trying to impart everything I feel for her in this one action.

*  *  *

A hand on my shoulder tries to wake me, but I refuse to give it any attention. Why won't they leave me alone in my grief? Isn't it enough for them that I returned with the talisman, and augmented my curse? All I want to do is sleep, to forget my pain. Who cares what happens with the two worlds anymore? Brooke, MY Brooke has been taken away from me. Nothing else even matters.

"Lyden?"

Sometimes I even imagine I can still hear her voice. So soft and sweet, yet with a strength beneath it that belies her past.

"Lyden, wake up. We need to be going."

I roll away from the voice. Whatever bad guy it is this time, can have me.

"Dammit Lyden, I don't know what you did, but I'm not strong enough to carry you out of here." The imaginary voice of Brooke is becoming more insistent. "I didn't kill my mentor just to let you stay out here and waste away."

Annoyed, I turn and look at the speaker.

And have to do a double take.

"Brooke?!?" I demand, looking into those familiar green eyes.

"I don't know how you did it, but I woke up with a killer stomach ache a few moments ago." She points to the bloodstained tear in her clothes, and I can just make out pink puckered flesh beneath.

"But, how?" I ask, still confused.

"I don't know," she repeats. "I was hoping you could tell me." She looks past me, and I see her eyes grow large. Spinning around, I quickly get to my feet, and then have to take a moment to catch my balance as the world tries to go black. I got up too quick. "Lyden, I can't. . . ." Brooke's fear filled tone allows me to focus, and my vision clears. 

Two gangly yellowish creatures are slowly. . . . I don't know what to call their motion. Two long arms, each with two elbows, and two stubby legs attach to short but muscular bodies. The things' movements are a cross between shuffling, crawling, and sliding over the ground. The creepiest part is that they have no head, just a mouth full of yellow sharp teeth between their shoulder blades.

My entire body aches as I bend over and pick up Douglas's blade in my left hand. My other hand is still useless. Muramasa is already back on my hip. I see Brooke pick up the leather thong with the talisman attached, and place the blood soaked necklace about her neck.

"There's already been enough death today," I tell the two things, hoping they at least have ears to hear me. They continue coming closer. "What are they?"

"I don't know," Brooke replies. Her left hand is over the scar of her wounded stomach, and her assassin's blade sits lightly in her right hand.

Leaning on each other, we begin to back away, placing our backs against the building. A sound to my left draws my attention, and I see two more of the creatures coming at us from that direction.

"Lyden," Brooke's voice is full of worry.

"Lemme guess," I say sardonically. "There is two more coming from the other side."

"I wish," she mutters, mimicking my tone. "There are four."

I open my mouth to swear, and stop myself. Muramasa isn't influencing me right now, and there's no reason to act otherwise.

Muramasa. . . . With him in my hands, I could protect us from all eight of the monsters.

And probably lose my identity in the process.

Why can't I catch a break? I mentally demand of no one in particular. Sometimes I miss those times when Sheila would yell at me to get back to my reports.

"Come on! Let's get those fucking fuckers!" I hear a female shout a moment before the blast of a shotgun knocks one of the beasts in front of us over. A moment later, a rifle and pistol report in, and the second thing goes down.

"What took you so long, Jennifer?" I ask, trying to stifle a giggle. I know if I let it out right now, they'll all think I'm mad. Heck, for that matter, I almost wonder if I am half crazed. How are they here?

"Eh, sorry doc," she says imitating Bugs Bunny, "but we, eh, took a wrong turn at Albuquerque."

"Between talking and flying dolphins, and ants that breathe fire, I'm not sure I'll ever get another peaceful night's rest," Captain Jewkes states. "Or how I'm going to write this up in a report."

"I've got a great psyche at the local VA," Thomas says, shouldering his rifle.

"If you're done chit-chatting," Lisa yells out, "there are still a few more of those things around." The athletic blonde swings her short sword, lopping off one of the over-long arms of the monstrosity she's facing. Becky finishes it off a second later with a quick thrust of her blade through its chest. The two work perfectly together, their movements synced.

The fallen monster's companion rears up on its stubby back legs, towering over the two women by a good three feet, but topples forward a second later, and I see the hilt of Ondine's dagger sticking out of its back.

I turn to face the four that Brooke had informed me of, but can only barely make out their back ends as they high tail it out of here.

*  *  *

"So when the dolphin told us you needed help, we didn't hesitate," Thomas says as we sit around a small table in Douglas's cabin. The old assassin had had the key to it on him, and while the space is cramped, we all feel a bit better with solid walls around us.

Sheila sets a bowl of some kind of stew in front of me, and then drops to her knees besides me and proceeds to spoon feed me. She'd fussed over my wrist, bandaging it, and worrying about how I'm going to defend myself with a busted appendage. AnnaBelle and her had remained back during the fighting, only coming forward when the all clear was given.

"So your succubus and the fairy remained behind, while you went on this dangerous mission?" Jewkes asks me, and I nod in response as I chew some kind of meat from the stew. "And you say that the person we came here to meet is actually your father, whom you thought has been dead all these years? Damn, your life is screwed up." He looks around the room, his gaze lingering for a few moments on Sheila before shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?" I ask Sheila.

"A tavern maid learns all sorts of things, Master," she smiles enigmatically as she brushes her fingers along the wrappings on my wrist.

"They do, indeed," I smile down at her, remembering Marchosias's fantasy world, and thinking that he ended up helping me out more than he'd intended.

"You should get some rest and help heal your friend, Master," my slave continues, pulling me to my feet, and leading me over to the bed where Brooke is already asleep. The bed is small, barely big enough for the two of us, but soft and soon I'm out cold.

"What took you so long?" Brooke asks me, and I know I'm in our shared mind-space.

"Some of us didn't get healed up as much after the battle as others did," I say, holding up my right arm. Apparently my wounds aren't reflected here, as my wrist is fully functional.

She laughs lightly as she lifts the hem of her shirt, and looks at her unblemished stomach. 

"Awe," I moan disappointedly when she puts the shirt back down.

Her eyes sparkle as she grins at me before looking around at the blankness that makes up the atmosphere of the mindscape. "Do you ever find it odd that we find ourselves together in here, more than in the real world?"

That sobers me up. "Well, if you weren't so fragile, maybe I wouldn't have to heal you so often," I try to say jokingly. I'm not sure it comes out as I'd intended.

"If you'd quit needing saving, maybe I could refrain from getting injured," she shoots back, and I can see the sparkle return to her beautiful eyes.

I laugh, and she joins me as we come together and hug. I can't help but wonder at the warmth that infuses my body as her arms wrap around my torso and her curly redhead lays on my shoulder.

"I love you," I murmur. "And if you ever try something as harebrained as sacrificing yourself for me again, I'll never say those words again."

She tries to pull indignantly away from me, but I firmly place my hand on her head, and squeeze her body to mine until she quits struggling.

"I can't lose you," I hear her say after a few seconds, and she hugs me tighter. "I gave up every dream I ever had to save you. Everything I ever knew, I abandoned to make sure you lived. I'm not willing to give that up, and I will sacrifice anything to keep you alive."

I'm stunned at the import of her words. I'd never looked at it from that angle before, but it seems so obvious now. She had wanted to be an assassin, but failed her final test: me. 

"Why don't we make sure we both live," I tell her softly. "You've always been there for me. You've been more a part of my life than anyone else has, and when I thought I'd lost you, I couldn't handle it. If you want me to stay alive, then you'd better do the same."

"That's pretty selfish of you," she replies. "How did you bring me back, anyway?"

"I wish I knew," I chuckle. "One moment I'm hugging you to me, the next, you were waking me up. Whatever it was knocked me out."

"Is that why you really brought us here?" she asks, and I can hear a note of laughter in her tone. "To recoup the energy you lost in bringing me back?"

"Wasn't it you that just informed me of how selfish I am?" I ask back, releasing her head, and letting her look up at me.

"That's okay," she replies with a wide smile, "I'm pretty selfish sometimes, too." She seals her statement with a kiss. The kiss isn't passionate or demanding, as Sheila's are, but unique to Brooke alone. No tongue is involved, just our lips pressed together in a way that portrays how much she cares for me, and I for her.

Her hands tell a different story, however, as they work at the button to my pants, wanting to get them down and off. My hands roam her back, and I can't stop my fingers from curling against the cloth of her top when her slender fingers grip my already hard phallus. I moan into our kiss as she begins rubbing the sensitive head.

I know that sex isn't necessary to complete the healing while in this unique place, but I won't pass up the opportunity for it either.

With a quick mental thought, I cause our clothing to vanish altogether. It might be more fun to undress each other, but I really don't want to break our kiss, or the wonderful sensations she's sending through my thick rod.

She gasps as I drop my right hand to her rear, giving the firm flesh a good squeeze. Taking the opportunity of her open mouth, I dart my tongue in, and quickly find it twining with hers.

Bringing my left hand around, I quickly locate the small nipple on her tiny right breast, and use my thumb to stimulate it until it's nice and hard.

She's light as I use my grip on her rump to lift her up, and then gently lay her down on the dark floor. Finally willing to break our kiss, I let my lips meander across her cheek, until I reach her left earlobe. I stop here for a bit, nibbling gently while my left hand glides across the smooth expanse of her stomach until I find the already wet hole at the juncture between her legs. Her fingernails scratch my back as I move my hand from side-to-side, eliciting moan after moan from the gorgeous woman beneath me.

Breaking away from her ear, I slowly alternate between kissing and nibbling my way down her neck and chest, until I reach her left breast. Her nipple is already taut and standing proud, even though I haven't given this one any attention and I devour it with gusto, while simultaneously slipping my middle two fingers into her. Crooking the two invading digits, I rub hard across the top wall of her uterus, until she explodes in a loud orgasm.

Releasing her nipple from between my teeth, I immediately move the rest of the way down her body, locking my lips with her nether-lips, while she's still shuddering, and tasting her sweet nectar as it flows from her honey-pot.

Her orgasm seems to extend as I concentrate on nibbling her tiny clitoris, until she painfully grips my hair and pulls my head away.

"Enough! I can't take that anymore. Lyden, I want you in me now. I want to be complete with you again." Her voice is thick with desire, and I can't resist her.

Moving back up her body, I begin rubbing the tip against her opening, but her legs wrap around me with astounding speed and strength, and she pulls me into her with one quick motion, screaming out her enjoyment as I moan with the feeling of her soft wet flesh sliding around my conforming cock.

Her legs keep me locked in pace, but she uses her pelvis to lift up and down beneath me. Gazing down at her, she has her hands gripping my arms below the shoulder, her eyes closed tight, and a delightful smile on her pretty lips as she brings herself off against me.

I wait for her quivering to stop, before I roll us over, and pull her chest down to my salivating mouth. Her small breast easily fits between my lips as I suck hard on it, and I truly take pleasure in the way her tight coochy tightens around my prick. My hands drop to her rear again, and I use my grip to pick up the pace of our lovemaking, feeling my culmination coming close.

Brooke's hands grip the side of my head, and she pulls me away from her sensitive tit to press her mouth back against mine. This time her tongue invades my mouth a moment before I feel her fluids gush around my pole. She feels too wonderful for me to hold back any more, and I let loose with my first volley, gasping with pure unadulterated bliss as our combined climaxes comingle. 

Time loses all meaning as we float through a haze of pleasure and delight in each other, and when I finally return to myself, I find I'm back in bed, snuggled tightly against the redhead.

The shutters have been drawn tight against the bright light outside, and I can hear a few snores around the cramped little hut.

Feeling refreshed and renewed, I carefully get out of bed, and walk towards the outline of the door. I can see Thomas and Ondine curled up together on the floor in the brilliant light as I slip out, and smile for the two. I really hope they're happy together.

Jewkes meets me outside, and I can see Thomas's rifle across his lap.

"You're not trying to slip off and do something heroic, are you?" he asks me, and I notice a cigarette dangling from his lips beneath his hooked nose.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 23



I laugh softly, wondering at how much I've been in a good mood since coming to Light's domain. Even with the paranoid feelings this area engenders, it's still better than dealing with Muramasa.

"No," I reply. "Jennifer was just snoring too loudly to rest anymore." It's a small fib, and suddenly I feel overwhelmingly guilty about it, but I don't call it back. Is a guilty conscience the reason for all the paranoia I've been feeling in this place? I'll have to ask AnnaBelle if she feels paranoid here. That might explain why Muramasa has remained so silent.

"Heh," Jewkes laughs in response to my lie, "with chest airbags that large, it's a wonder she can breathe at all." I smile in response, thinking about how the woman would feel about someone commenting on her assets that way. She'd probably enjoy it, knowing her. "How's the wrist?" he asks next. "I understand you're able to do some healing while you sleep."

I laugh lightly, wondering what the man would think if he knew what exactly I did in my sleep. Experimentally, I move the fingers on my right hand, and feel no pain. I grimace as if it'd hurt terribly, however, the paranoia of the place making me cautious. "I wish it were a hundred percent," I reply, thinking this isn't a true lie. With Sheila's wrappings I don't have full movements of that hand. The guilt I feel for the slight deception however, is still strong. "Have you gotten any rest?" I ask the lawman.

"This is the third watch," he states. "Thomas and Ondine took the first watch, and Jennifer took the last one." He stands up suddenly, rifle to his shoulder and ready to fire. I follow his gaze, and see one of my father's dolphins swimming through the air towards us. It feels odd to think that I now have a father again, after believing him dead for decades. Jewkes dips the point of the weapon, but doesn't put it all the way down, staying cautious.

The small creature opens its toothy mouth as it comes close and begins speaking in Shemhazau's voice. "If you're done lazing around, son, I think it's high time you returned with the talisman. Your companions will remain behind, all of them. I personally guarantee their safety and yours. Let's break this curse together, shall we?"

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The Succubae Seduction Ch. 24







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 24



He cuts off as I swiftly grip the hilt of Masamune, draw out Muramasa, and set them side-by-side, gripping both blades in one hand. In the less than a second that this action takes, I can already feel Masamune trying to get me to lie down and relax and be at peace. At the same time Muramasa crows with freedom, and his desire to feed and kill. I almost stumble under the onslaught of the warring influences, but I thrust my hand forward and some small part of me watches in horror as the twin blades pierce my father's chest. Two small rivulets of blood start to wind their way down his chest.

White light, blindingly bright pours forth from the holes in Shemhazau's chest, as his mouth opens and he speaks his final words.

"Thank you, Son. I love you, and have always been proud of the person you are becoming."

Emotions return in a tidal wave of grief. Too much to handle at once, and I black out.

*  *  *

"He's over here!" someone yells, and I open my eyes. Angela is looking down at me, worry thick in her hazel eyes. So odd, I think, that her eyes change color with every form of hers. I wonder if the world looks different for her with each eye color change. "Lyden, speak to me! Are you alright? Where's Shemhazau?"

Where is he? How should I know? He was here just a moment ago.

"Something's not right," she says. "He's not responding." Her hand whips back, and a second later I hear a crack as she slaps me.

I don't feel it.

"What happened to him?" This is Brooke's voice, and a second later I see her curly red hair blocking out the sky.

"I don't know!" Angela's voice is full of painful emotion as she continues to look down at me.

I don't care.

"This is the border with Fire, right?" Jewkes's voice comes from my right. I wonder what his first name is? I'll have to ask him, sometime. Not now though.

"Yeah, I know," Angela says. "We need to move, but Lyden won't budge."

"We've got incoming," Jennifer shouts. Angela looks away from me, and I see her face go white. Well, whiter than it normally is when she's in this aspect.

You know, I really can't decide if I like this aspect of her more, or her original self, the black-Asian woman.

"It's that light thing from before!" Lisa's voice rings out.

Multihued lights shine across everything in view, but surprisingly I hear a pistol going off. 

"Come on!" Jewkes screams out, and I see him step forward, wearing his colored sunglasses. "Why are you all just standing there?"

Jennifer comes up behind him and without hesitation strikes him in the back of the skull with her shotgun. The law official crumbles under the blow.

The large-chested woman jerkily walks over to me, and I somehow know she is fighting Aldol's influence. "It would seem you're harder to kill than I thought," Jennifer's mouth forms the words, but it's Aldol's sexually ambiguous voice that pours forth. "This time I'll be sure to finish the job."

Jennifer slowly brings her shotgun to point at my face, but I still can't find it in me to care right now.

Lyden, an unexpected voice sounds directly into my mind, I know you're upset with me, but right now would be a good time to act.

"Dad?" My own voice sounds rough in my ears, and Jennifer freezes for a moment, her features confused.

Son, if you don't act soon, everyone you love is going to get killed.

Energy floods through my limbs at that thought, and I roll to the side just in time to avoid having my head blasted by shotgun spray. 

I use my momentum to gain my feet, and look at my attacker. "Forgive me," I tell Jennifer, then super speed past her. Turning and drawing my blade, I strike her much as she'd struck Jewkes, with the hilt of my blade. I notice that my blade now has the constantly swirling eddies of light and dark as the talisman had, and know that the two separate blades are now one.

Behind you.

I spin around in time to see Thomas level his rifle at my chest. Everyone else is frozen where they stand, though I can hear AnnaBelle praying. Why is she free of Aldol's control? Whether she's praying to Aldol, or the Pillar of Light, I'm not sure, but I don't have the time to think about that right now.

Thomas fires, and everything slows down. I watch in fascination as flame pours out of the barrel just ahead of the bullet. It's almost child's play to move the blade into the projectile's path and deflect it harmlessly to the side. Normal time resumes as the chunk of lead strikes the dirt.

Thomas lands face first a second later, and I turn to look around me. "Give it up, Aldol. You can't beat—Oomph!"

Something large and bright flies from the monster, striking me in the chest, and I go flying back. Where had that come from? I didn't know it could do that!

Dazed, I look around, and try to get back to my feet. Smoke curls up from my bare chest, and I can see that it's red, raw, and bleeding. Breathing is difficult and filled with horrific pain.

"THIS IS NOT YOUR WORLD, FIEND," a new voice booms out and I feel like my head is struck by a powerful bell. "BEGONE NOW, OR FACE THE MIGHTY HOST OF HEAVEN IN ALL ITS HOLY WRATH."

Aldol's voice rings out from many throats. "I will not be thwarted this time. I will destroy this world and every world! Your master's enforced order in what should be pure chaos is wrong. You have no idea the amount of pain these creations cause."

Despite his declaration, the multi-hued creature flees. What did it mean: these creations causing pain?

"RISE GENERATOR, AND BE WHOLE."

The pain in my chest vanishes, and I carefully get to my feet. Looking around, I swear to you, I see an actual angel. White wings, halo, and all. A bright golden sword is in his hands, and he takes a moment to sheath it at his side.

The angel turns to AnnaBelle then, and places his hand on her head. "YOUR PLEAS FOR HELP WERE HEARD, LITTLE ONE. YOUR FAITH HAS BEEN REWARDED."

"Thank you, dear Lord!" the older woman cries out, dropping to her knees, hands clasped before her and tears streaming from her eyes.

"I AM NOT THE LORD, BUT ONE OF HIS HUMBLE SERVANTS." He turns back to me, and I see his gaze go to the blade at my hip. "I KNEW YOUR FATHER A VERY LONG TIME AGO, GENERATOR. HE MADE SOME POOR CHOICES, AND WAS PUNISHED FOR THEM. STILL, I AM SADDENED TO SEE HIM IN SUCH A STATE. KNOW THIS: THE FATE YOU AVOIDED BY USING THE TALISMAN, IS NOW HIS FATE, AS HE MUST CONSTANTLY ACT TO BALANCE OUT THE OPPOSING FORCES OF THE TWO BLADES. MASAMUNE AND MURAMASA ARE NO MORE. FROM THIS DAY FORTH, YOUR BLADE IS MURASAME. YOUR FATHER WILL GUIDE YOU AS HE IS ABLE, BUT HIS PATH BACK TO RIGHTEOUSNESS IS FOREVER BLOCKED."

Tell Michael my father says as tears spring to my eyes, that he still owes me for that bet between Adam and Eve.

The angel laughs loudly, and I think my eardrums are about to burst at the powerful sound.

"I THOUGHT I PAID THAT TODAY, OLD FRIEND. FINE THEN." The angel Michael approaches me, and holds out his hand palm up. In it is a tiny golden horn, affixed to a thin golden chain. "WHEN THE NEED IS DIRE, AND ALL HOPE SEEMS LOST, SOUND ON THIS, AND I WILL COME TO YOUR AID."

"How am I—" I try to ask, but he's already gone.

Suddenly I'm hit from all sides by a tangle of arms, legs, and breasts. Overwhelmed by the day's events, I close my eyes, and just enjoy the moment.

"Don't you ever do that to us again," Brooke glares at me when she pulls out of the tangle.

I see Angela look at me sadly and turn to walk away.

"Angela, wait!" I cry out as I see her wings form.

"Forget about me, Lyden," she says, without turning around, her voice choked up. "I still love you, but I don't know if I can ever forgive you." She takes to the air and is soon out of sight, flying straight into TanaVesta's realm.

I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself, I think after her, understanding how she feels. I'd killed the man she thought of as a father. He had been my father.

"She'll be back," Areth says, landing on my shoulder. "No one can resist staying away from a dolt like you."

Turning away, I face the rest of the group. My heart is torn in more pieces than I ever thought possible at the moment, but there is work to be done, and I have responsibilities to meet.

Thomas, Jewkes—whose first name I find is Richard—and Jennifer are all fine and unharmed. Ondine still fusses over Thomas, and I can tell he's hamming it up for more attention from her.

"Your wrist," Sheila says, taking my right hand.

"Michael must have fully healed me," I tell her dishonestly.

"That was the Angel Michael?" AnnaBelle cries out in shock, and I realize his name hadn't been spoken out loud. The pious woman drops to her knees, and I have no doubt whom she's praying in thanks to this time.

We check ourselves over and find that no one is hurt. Brooke tells me that her scarred stomach had been healed after waking up in Douglas's small home.

"Why were you able to resist that thing?" Becky asks Jewkes, and I perk up a bit, wondering the same. "Are you colorblind, too?"

"What do you mean?" he asks, somewhat confused. "I'm not colorblind at all. What does that have to do with anything?"

"I think it's his shades," I say, entering the conversation. "You said they were Blublockers, right? Don't those block out a certain wavelength of light?" He nods at my statement, and I feel a small measure of happiness enter me. "We need to get more of those," I say. "They make you immune to Aldol's control, just like my color-blindness does for me."

"You mean that was the thing you'd told me about?" he asks incredulously. "Didn't seem all that tough to me."

"Except that its true power resides in its ability to control almost anyone it wants," I tell him.

He rubs the back of his neck and gives Jennifer a rueful look. "I see what you mean."

Jennifer looks apologetic, but we all know her actions weren't her fault.

"We really shouldn't stay here any longer than we need to," Becky says, and of course I can't argue with her logic. "Can we get back without Angela?"

That poses an issue I hadn't thought about before. Angela had always been the means of getting us in and out through the oak tree elevator.

"Only one way to find out," Lisa says, and starts heading south.

"I am here for you if you need me, Master," Sheila says after we've been moving for a bit, offering her services as a whipping post.

"Thank you, but I'm fine," I dismiss her off-handedly. I'm not in the mood, but don't want to hurt her feelings either.

"Are you going to be alright?" Becky asks me a few moments later.

"You can talk to us if you need to," Lisa says before I have a chance to reply.

"Thank you, my beautiful girlfriends," I try to tell them graciously, "but I have too much to do, for me to just lie down and wallow in self-pity."

They give each other a look, which I ignore, and then walk away.

"Don't even think about trying to comfort me," I tell Areth as she rides on my shoulder, and she gives a 'humph' before flying off to annoy Sheila. I can see Brooke giving me worried looks, but right now I just want to be left alone. I don't need to be coddled, I just need to buckle down and take Aldol out. Once that creature is out of commission, then I can concentrate on my love life.

"So, remember how I told you I served in the Army?" Thomas asks when he approaches me. "It was tough. I never told you why I got out, though." I look at him, wondering if this is another attempt to cheer me up after Angela's leaving. "I had my own squad, and my commander ordered me to do something I knew was wrong. I refused, of course, but he talked some of my men into doing it." He chuckles lightly, shaking his head. "That's kind of how I see that light thing. He talks you into doing things you know you shouldn't. I'm really sorry I tried to shoot you."

"What happened to your commander?" I ask, ignoring his apology. I know it wasn't his fault.

This time his laugh is genuine. "As far as I know he's still in Fort Leavenworth, turning big rocks into little rocks, and being Bubba's Bubbette at night."

I smile at his analogy, and after a few seconds of silence, he walks away.

You know you're going to need to face your feelings sooner or later, don't you?

"Not you, too," I whisper so no one else can hear. "I've had plenty of practice lately reigning in and controlling my emotions. I think I'll survive."

The walk to the Oak tree seems to take forever, and I have to fight hard in order to keep my emotions in check at the sight of it. So many memories. . . .

Thankfully the bark splits for us, and a couple of trips later, we're all safely back on Earth.

The sun is just coming up over the city buildings as we pull out of the garage.

"We've been gone for three weeks," Lisa says, checking her phone.

"There goes my job," Jennifer groans.

"I could put in a good word for you at the department," Jewkes offers, and I'm surprised at how readily the large breasted woman agrees.

"We might have a bigger problem," Becky states, and I can see she's truly worried over something. She doesn't give me any significant looks, so I know it's not her concern over my well-being. "Aldol knows you're still alive, Lyden. He also knows where we live."

Silence sits heavily in the crowded car as we all take that in. Becky was the one most affected the last time Aldol attacked us at her place.

"I could get you police surveillance," Jewkes states hesitantly, "but I don't honestly think they're equipped to deal with your sort of problems."

"They're not," I state bluntly. The law enforcer grimaces, and I realize I might have been a bit too blunt, but I don't care enough right now to mollify him.

I believe I can help, here. Shemhazau, or maybe I should start calling him Murasame now, informs me that he has many bank accounts on Earth, and that we can get plenty of money to find a better place.

"But what about all our stuff?" Lisa asks when I inform them of what my blade said.

"I forbid anyone to go back there," I say firmly, and get more than just a few dirty looks at my imperious tone.

"I'll send a car around, and see if anyone or anything is watching it," Jewkes tells the two women. I glare at him, but he just shrugs his shoulders. "I understand you want to keep everyone safe, Lyden, but I'm not under your jurisdiction." He turns back to Lisa, "Give me a key, and if it looks clear, I'll have someone move all your valuables, and anything you list, out." The two women immediately get to work listing everything they can't lose, and from the suffering look Jewkes gets at the growing list, I can see he's starting to regret his decision.

"Would . . . would it be alright if I stayed with you?" Ondine nervously asks Thomas. The older veteran looks nervously at me, and I just nod his way. It's his decision, and Ondine doesn't belong to me.

"I would be honored," he tells her, and then his cheeks burn bright red as the mermaid hugs him tightly.

As soon as she lets him go, I carefully pull him aside. "I'm not going to tell you how to live your life," I begin, "but I wanted to make sure you understand what you're getting into."

"Wha'd'ya mean?" he asks me, glancing over my shoulder at his new roommate.

"She's a mermaid, not human for one, and she's completely infatuated with you," I state matter-of-factly.

"I may be old, Lyden, but I'm not dumb. Though she could be young enough to be my daughter," he tells me with a grin on his face. "It was easy to figure out she wasn't human. Hell, you tend to attract very few human women," he gives Areth, buzzing around the compartment of the Orange Bubble, a significant glance. "And I'm not blind, either. But tell me; where is a man my age, going to find a hot young thing like that, willing to be with him in our world?"

"The internet," I reply blandly, and then ruin it with a little laugh. Man, but it feels good to smile about something! "And she might not be as young as you think," I add, remembering how old Brooke is.

"Do you think I could convince her to get some piercings?" he asks me conspiratorially, and my laugh only grows as I walk away from him. He'd been the original reason Angela had shown up as a punk that fateful day at work.

We hit the bank, and I have to sign an entire novel's worth of forms, before they inform me that the money will be available within forty-eight hours. Thankfully Shemhazau is able to communicate with me even when we're not together, as I'd left him in the car. Somehow I think the bank would have frowned on me bringing in a large katana-like weapon.

My father informs me that he was steadily growing weaker, the longer we were apart. I guess that explains why Muramasa kept coming back to me, even when I didn't want him to.

While we were at the bank, I saw that I still have enough money, and then some, in my account to get us all a hotel room to tide us over. I decide to splurge and reward my friends with a five-star experience, but after paying for the rooms I head back to the Orange Bubble to be alone.

Everyone heads up to their penthouses—I'd rented two—except for me. Even Areth is willing to change into her tiny golden dog form, but I choose to stay with the one link I still have to Angela.

My wallowing is interrupted by a knock on my car's door.

"What is it, Arethusa?" I demand, when I sense the fairy on the other side.

"I don't think you should be alone, right now," she says to me. If it had been anyone else, I would have turned them away, but this is so out of character for the little fairy, that I just decide to turn away and let her back in. I'm not feeling up to arguing with her right now.

Ignoring her and crawling into the oversized bed, I'm soon fast asleep. 

My dreams are filled with visions of faceless monsters, coming for me, and slowly taking out my friends, one by one.

"Lyden, wake up!"

Sitting bolt upright, sweat flings from my brow before running down into my eyes, making them sting.

"You were having a nightmare," the fairy says soothingly, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Wait a minute. . . .

My legs get tangled in the blankets as I attempt a hasty retreat from the bed, resulting in me landing face first on the floor of my car.

"Stay back!" I yell at whomever was just in bed with me. It couldn't have been Areth, she's not big enough to be the owner of the hand that had been on my shoulder.

"Lyden, relax! It was only a dream," the golden pixie's voice sounds above me as I free myself from the evil covers.

"Who are you?" I demand. Murasame's hilt is suddenly in my grasp, and I hold the sheathed blade up, still trying to see in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

A golden glow slow brightens from my bed, and I see the fully formed body of Areth on her hands and knees, looking curiously at me. The glow is coming from her.

"Arethusa?" I ask, confused. "But how . . .?" I realize I'm still pointing my sheathed blade at her, and embarrassedly drop it.

"Gee, you sure don't wake up easy, do you?" the normally tiny woman asks of me, trying to hide a smile behind her hand. "And stop calling me Arethusa. I hate that name," 

"How did you get so big?" I ask her, trying to hide my disgruntlement at being so terrified a moment before. "Is Marchosias back? Did he do this to you?"

"The demon?" She quirks one light-colored eyebrow at me. "Why would he. . . . Oh! Silly mortal, I can do this on my own!" 

Silly mortal? Grr. . . . I'm a mortal? Does that mean she's immortal?

"Then why haven't you done it on your own before now?" I demand, my ire rising.

"Because there hasn't been a reason to," she states simply. "The way you were tossing around in your sleep, you almost crushed me twice. I figured it would be safer if I was this size." She emphasizes her point by shrugging.

Anger turns back into embarrassment at her statement.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 24



"Sorry," I mutter as I get to my feet, and try to straighten the blankets some before getting back under them.

Lying on my side, facing away from the still slightly glowing fairy, I try to get back to sleep. Her arm slips around me, and I can feel her breasts pressed against my back. Despite my mood, my cock also seems to notice.

"Today really screwed you up, didn't it?" she asks without preamble.

"I don't want to talk about it," I tell her, trying to keep my voice calm. I thought I'd made that clear enough, earlier.

"Well I do want to talk about it," she huffs. "I know she means a lot to you, and you lost your father today as well."

"I said I don't want to talk about it," I repeat myself, my voice full of anger. Despite everything, I can feel tears begin to fill my eyes. Why did this have to happen? I honestly don't know which is worse: having Angela leave me again, or knowing that I killed my own father.

I'm still here with you, son, Shemhazau's voice fills my mind.

It's not the same, I think.

"On the other hand," Areth continues talking as though I hadn't, "The succubus is still alive, and you're free of the cursed blade."

"I'm not free of it," I yell back. "I killed my own father, and still have the damned thing with me, only now it's filled with the voice of my father. I will never escape the guilt of what I've done!" the tears are flowing in earnest now. "And Angela left because I had no choice and killed the man she saw as her father. I can't even tell you how messed up I feel about that!"

"You're alive," she states then, as if that should make the whole world right again.

Anger over flows through me as I roll over on top of her, and pin her arms down as I glare at her. She doesn't understand, and I don't know how to make her understand. My voice is loud as I scream mere inches from her face. "I'm alive? What good is that, when everyone around me keeps getting hurt? Angela is gone, my father is dead, I'm saddled with a sword that is likely going to be more trouble than it's worth, and all you can say is, 'I'm alive'?"

"I was wondering what it would take to get you on top of me," she says then, a smile spreading across her lips and giggling softly. I can feel her hips moving against my groin, but it still takes a few seconds for her meaning to penetrate my skull. "You haven't hardly looked at me twice since we escaped from Marchosias's fantasy world. I was beginning to think you didn't care for me. Then when you found out I'd tricked you. . . . I'm glad to finally see you showing me some emotion. Treat me as you do Sheila, if you must. I can take it. Just stop ignoring me."

I'm stunned. I mean, I know she'd said she loves me, but I hadn't even realized how I'd been treating her. True, I didn't know she could change her size at will, but that gives me no right to pretend as if she's not important, or to ignore her feelings entirely.

"I-I'm sorry," I murmur, not sure what else to say as I release my grip on her arms.

"Prove it," she challenges me, giving another wiggle of her hips, making sure I don't mistake her meaning.

Just because I'm feeling perverse, I state, "I'm, sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Thrice said, and done."

Her eyes go wide for a second, before shrewdly squinting back at me. Her skin is still glowing, and as she responds, the glow brightens until it's almost blinding. "I love you. I love you. I love you. Thrice said, and done."

Shock ripples through my system as she states those words three times, meaning that they are undeniably true.

"What's that phrase you mortals have? If you keep your mouth open like that, you'll catch flies." She laughs as I close my mouth with a click of my teeth. Her laughter grows, as I continue to just stare at her, unsure of what I'm to make of the golden fairy. When her joy looks like it isn't going to end anytime soon, I press my mouth to hers, kissing her soundly.

Her mirth turns into a moan, as I grind myself against her. Underwear is the only thing either of us are wearing, and as soon as I pull away, we waste no time in removing them. I can feel her slender hands gripping my length, rubbing me against her slight slit in anticipation of our connection. When I pull my hips away, however, she groans in frustration.

"Be cruel to me if you must," she tells me earnestly, "just please me as you have in the past."

"I won't be cruel to you," I tell her softly. Bending forward, I plant a soft kiss on her neck, then another lower on her collarbone. A couple kisses later, my lips land on her sweet areola, and she gasps as I graze it with my teeth. I only spend a couple seconds here, before continuing my trek along her softly glowing skin, down her smooth stomach, until I reach the golden tuft of hair at the top of her pussy.

I can already smell her arousal, and can't resist dipping my tongue into her little pot. Her back arches as I use the tip of my tongue to lightly flick her clitoris, and a second later she's gripping my ears and pulling me forcefully against her as she cums. Energy floods me, and I begin to feel giddy inside, as a portion of her soul joins mine.

Bringing my right hand up, I slip my middle finger into her wet hole, and crook it against the top wall of her vagina. At the same time, I suck hard on her clit, occasionally popping it between my teeth, and enjoying how her legs twitch each time I do this.

"Oh Lyden! Thank you. Thank you for showing me a world where I don't have to fear everyone I meet. Thank you for showing me what real pleasure is." She sucks in a deep breath. "And thank you for making me cum again!"

Her sweet juices begin running down my chin, and wetting the sheets as her legs clamp my skull, muffling her loud moans of pleasure.

As soon as her legs loosen their grip, I lift my head and look at her, smiling as she glows from more than just her magic.

"You are incredible," she states, slightly out of breath. "I . . . um . . . want to return the favor."

I nod at her, as I climb my way back up the bed, pausing only long enough to kiss her softly, sharing her wonderful taste between us, before flopping onto my back, and waiting for her.

"What do I do?" she asks me, tucking her light tresses behind her ear, and looking between my cock and me.

"Try kissing the tip, and do whatever you're comfortable with," I tell her coaxingly.

She follows my advice, planting her light mouth against my tiny hole, then pulling back and licking her lips. "Salty, but not terrible." She says, and then smacks her lips some more. "I think I taste better, though."

Before I can formulate a response, she drops her head forward and swallows the head of my prick between her lips, causing a moan to escape my chest.

"A little less teeth," I say, guiding her. "Good. Yes, that feels great. Try using your tongue around the rim. Oh, yeah, just like that!" I let her continue for a bit, enjoying her enthusiasm, before turning her face up to look at me. "If you keep doing that, we'll never make it to the main event," I lie to her. The truth is, she's not the most skilled, though even a bad blowjob is better than no blowjob.

"Really?" she asks me smiling, and I just nod at her. She lunges up my body, her small lithe one seeming to weigh almost nothing as she lies on top of me, hugging me fiercely. "Thank you for showing me that sex isn't something to be feared," she whispers in my ear, and I can feel her tongue flick across my earlobe. "Though I still think you're a dolt and a pervert, thank you."

I can't stop the laugh that burbles forth at her words, though it turns to a moan of pleasure as she slowly sheaths my sword in her womb. My rod conforms to her slick inner walls, as I slowly sink deeper and deeper into her.

Her teeth nip lightly on my neck and her arms wrap tightly around my torso as her fingernails dig into my skin. My hands slide down her slender back, avoiding her delicate wings, until they rest on her pert bum. I remember sliding into her back door, and feel myself growing harder at the thought that I might be able to do so again.

I let her set the pace, riding me slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace, until she throws her head back and I lean up to latch onto her nipple as she has another powerful orgasm. Her tight canal feels so wonderful as it slips and ripples along my length, that I let loose with my own orgasm, and concentrating on not getting her pregnant.

Panting slightly, we hold each other for a time, until the sun comes up. 


The world may not be right, or even close to it, but the fairy is right: at least I'm alive.

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All hail the awesome editor that is Garbonzo! If not for him, this chapter would have really been confusing and missing a lot of detail and plot points. Thanks once again, for your help!



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 25



The women are sick and tired of Lyden's behavior, and they're not willing to put up with it any longer. Will he be able to change their minds, or will he push them away to save them from a fate worse than death?

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Chapter 25

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Healing

"The furniture is all set up, sir. I just need your signature here and here." A large, burly man hands me a clipboard, and I pretend to look over the documentation. We still haven't heard from Jewkes about Becky and Lisa's place, but once the funds came through, I was easily able to sign and move into a much larger house in only a couple days.

"What's this?" I ask the man, when I notice him staring at Brooke, lounging by the pool in a skimpy bikini in the backyard.

"Um . . . that's the fee for having us assemble everything," he tells me, trying to hide the fact that he was staring, and swallowing noisily as he glances at Murasame on my hip. I knew that of course, I just didn't want him ogling one of my women. I know that seems petty, but I'm not in the mood to be generous. Angela's leaving, and my father's death, still weighs heavily on me.

I sign the papers quickly, and send him and his crew of two men out. As soon as they drive away, I yell, "It's safe to get in now, Brooke." With a squeal of delight, she rips off her skimpy bottoms, and dives into the clear water. A second later, I see her tail break the surface. Thankfully there aren't any neighbors close enough to spy on her.

Becky and Lisa are both out of the house, the former still trying to convince her professors not to drop her from their courses, and the latter working hard at her dojo, giving free lessons to make up for the time she's spent away. Areth is gone to Gaia's court in order to prepare the way for us this coming weekend.

You should go join her in the pool, son. You could use the time with her, and I have a feeling she would welcome the attention.

Looking up, I can see Brooke smiling at me from the edge of the pool, and know that Shemhazau is right. Even after Areth's attentions that first night back, I've been ignoring the women. I really just don't have it in me to give them what they deserve. Yes, I'm still hurting over Angela leaving me again, but it's more than that. I killed my own father. Sure I have him with me still in sword form and with a different name, but that will never erase the image of the two blades piercing his heart, and destroying his body.

Turning away, I head up the stairs, and flop down on the new bed. It's bigger than a California king is, and I'd been lucky they had something this large in stock at the furniture store. The next few hours are spent with me attempting to sleep, to forget about the world around me, and failing miserably.

Someone knocks on my door, but I ignore it. They knock again, with similar results. I can hear the door open, and a moment later someone joins me on the bed, then someone else, and someone else again.

"What do you want?" I ask the three women, without opening my eyes. The old me would have suspected an attack—the me that had been influenced by Muramasa—but I know that assassins wouldn't have knocked first.

"Some attention would be nice," Lisa says, and I can just hear the pout in her voice. Odd to hear that from the normally upbeat woman.

"I know I've been unbearable, lately," I start to say, and hear Brooke snort. "Okay, maybe a bit worse."

"Worse?" the redheaded mermaid asks in mock surprise, and I finally open my eyes, rolling onto my back. "I don't know why you would think that. It's not like all you've done since we've been back is hang out in your car, or mope around all day hardly saying two words to us, or—"

"Okay, okay!" I say in defense, interrupting her. "I'm sorry, but what do you want me to do? I ki—"

"Killed your father," Becky pipes up. "Yes, we know. And lost one of your girlfriends. If you don't want to lose the rest of us, we could use some attention."

"Maybe you should go," I tell them, the words costing more than I care to admit. "You'll be safer then, and I won't have to worry so much about you."

"While I'm glad you still worry about us," Lisa says angrily, "I think we can handle ourselves. We've done well enough so far."

"Well enough?" I ask, sitting up and staring at them incredulously. "Brooke, you were tortured and maimed because I asked you to warn the other Pillars. You almost died last time!"

"You didn't ask me to," she replies back, "and I'm fine now."

I ignore her, talking over the top of her protestations. "Lisa and Becky, both of you have come under that monster's control, and you can't even go home now, because we're afraid that Aldol might attack you there."

"That's not—" Becky starts, but I don't give her the chance to speak.

"Every time we go to the Shadow World, or up against Aldol, something bad happens. Quite frankly, I'm surprised that the only death so far has been my father. We've been lucky, but luck doesn't last forever. One of these times, I'm going to lose one of you for good, and I don't think I can live with that! I love you all too much, to risk losing you!"

Silence greets my statement, and I realize this is the first time I've spoken these words to Becky and Lisa.

Lisa is the first to break from her shock. "We all love you, too. I think Areth has the right of it, though. You are a dolt!" My eyes open wide in shock at her words. Not at the fact that she loves me, I think I'd already figured that out, but rather that she would call me a dolt. "Let me lay it out for you, Lyden. Aldol takes control of those around them, and removes their free will. Well, it's our free will that says we want to be with you! We know the risks, and all of us are willing to take them. Would you control us as well?"

"No, I—" I try to protest.

"I've been in danger before," Brooke forcefully informs me, placing her hand on my leg and gripping it to emphasize her point. "What do you think it would do to us, to know you're going into danger, and we weren't there to help protect you or watch your back?"

"I—"

"I may not have quite the fighting history as Lisa or Brooke," Becky adds in her two cents next, "but thanks to that demon, I can handle my own with a sword now. Don't you dare for a moment think that I'm willing to let you go into danger, without me at your side. It was you that said you needed me for my mind. Now that mind is telling you that you need us with you. I love you, Lyden, and like they said, we're not leaving you that easily."

"But I. . . ." I stop as I realize I have nothing to say to them. They're right, each in their own way. I need them, each for different reasons. Lisa, because she never lets me down, and constantly pushes me forward with her can-do attitude. Becky, because of her bright intelligence and her ability to understand things with ease. And Brooke . . . my childhood protector and friend. I don't know if I can even see my life without her in it some way. I love each of these women for diverse reasons, and each of them love me for some inexplicable reason.

Or is it just some reason?

"It's because I'm a generator," I say out loud, then have to clarify when they give me confused looks. "Your love for me isn't real. It's only the result of me being a generator."

Call me naïve, but I don't expect Brooke's slap across my face or Becky's along my opposite cheek a second later. Even Lisa's blow to the gut catches me off guard.

"Don't you dare trivialize our feelings like that," Brooke demands, and there is no doubt about her anger.

"We love you," Lisa states, and I can see her blue eyes sparkle with irritation. "You being a generator is only a part of who you are, not all of you."

Of course, it would be Becky who puts it into terms I can't argue with, "Does it really matter why we love you? Yes, we may be women, and constantly ruled by our emotions, but in the end, all that matters is that we love and care deeply for you. Don't try and pretend that it's just because of what you are. I might not be able to speak for Lisa and Becky, but I love you because of the way you've always treated me. When you met me in the bar, you could have had your pick of any woman, and you chose me. After that thing controlled me, and I almost killed you, you chose to not only defend me, but not push me away. You being a generator didn't do those things. You did."

"I've had my fair share of assholes," Lisa adds in next. "I've seen how you treat not only Becky and I, but everyone around you. Your heart is invested in everyone, not just the three of us, but you care about everyone. People may be attracted to you because of what you are, but they follow you because of your actions. Hell, do you think Thomas follows your lead because you're a generator? As far as I know, you've never swapped a portion of your soul with him."

Thinking back to when I first met Becky and Lisa in the bar, I remember how all the women were interested in me, and the men were getting jealous. She said I attract people to me, but I think my abilities attract women, while my actions attract and keep friends.

"You were a teenager when I first realized I was falling in love with the man you were becoming, before you had any special abilities," Brooke finally tells her side. I wish she would have told me then! "Since then, you've only grown into a man worth loving. You saved Ondine from a terrible fate, and at the time she could have been an enemy. You can't help but help those who need it. Your heart is too big for your chest, Lyden, and that's just one more thing I love about you."

I stare from one to another, as their words sink in. They really do love me for me, I think. I might not be the biggest or strongest person around, but that doesn't mean anything to them. Even more than becoming more attractive to the opposite sex after being with Angela, they want to be with me because of who I am, not what I am.

"I can't promise to keep you safe," I say, then hurry when I see anger flashing in their eyes, "but I won't send you away again. You're correct in that I have no right to take away your choices. I love each of you, no matter what kind of a pervert that makes me. If you want to stay with me, then all I can say is: I love you, and losing even one of you will be too much."

Prepared to be attacked again, I'm pleasantly surprised when all three women hug me instead.

"Does this mean you'll stop ignoring us?" Becky asks, her head nuzzled against my neck.

"I'll try," I state. They all make a great point, but that doesn't touch the issue with my father.

Get over it, he tells me. You're not to blame, and you really had no choice in the matter. I don't blame you for my death, and I'm not truly gone, either. You need to get on with your life, son, and not dwell on what you had no say in.

Words aren't enough to assuage that pain, but I recognize he has a point.

"Prove it," Lisa's words reach my ears a moment before her lips reach mine, and I mentally stumble as I have to remember what I'd said to them a moment before. The dirty-blonde's tongue presses against my teeth, and I don't have to think long. Opening up, I let her in, and realize I'm letting them all in, in a way that is irrevocable. I'm more comforted by that thought than anything else. My arms go around the three women with me, but my heart goes out around all of them, Arethusa, Angela, Sheila, and even Ondine, Jennifer, and everyone else who's helped me over the last couple months. With faithful friends like them on my side, Aldol really doesn't stand a chance.

My mind comes back to the present as I feel two sets of hands go for my crotch. They battle for dominance for only a moment, before one moves for the zipper and the other goes in to fondle my nutsack. A moan burbles from my chest as the second hand gets a firm grip on my hardening rod.

Lisa pulls away from me, and I can see that it's Becky who has her hands deeper in my pants. The martial artist grabs the hem of her shirt, and pulls it up over her head, then reaches behind her, undoing her bra and releasing her beautiful breasts to the open air.

"Hold him still, girls," she tells the other two women, then grips the bottom of my shorts, and pulls them off while Becky and Brooke hold my arms above my head.

Lisa trails her fingertips back up the insides of my legs, but her eyes are locked on mine. A small portion of my brain notices that they're clear of any external influence, but the majority of my focus is absorbed into their desire filled blue depths. Her soft lips turn up in a delicious looking smile as she slowly brings her lips to my rod, and then open as she takes me into her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine as she slowly takes my conforming pecker deep into her throat, until her chin rests on my scrotum.

"That is so hot, the way she's looking at you," Becky whispers into my ear.

"I agree," Brooke says on my other side. "It's getting me wet just watching her."

Both women are still holding my arms down, but right now I don't have any desire to break free. Lisa lifts her blonde head up slowly, and I moan again as I feel her esophagus sliding up my length. When just my head is still in her mouth, she slurps noisily, until I audibly pop out of her lips. She opens her mouth, and sucks in a deep breath, letting drool dribble down and coat my schlong. Her hand moves up and down, rubbing her lubricating saliva in, and still her eyes are locked on mine.

"Mmm, I'd almost forgotten how good you taste," she tells me, then finally breaks eye contact, and swallows me whole in one quick movement, going at it with gusto.

Released from the spell of her eyes, I let my head loll back and moan at the pleasure she's giving me. I hear moans on either side of me, and open my eyes to see that my arms had been released, and my hands are between the women's legs, rubbing their crotches through their clothing. When had that happened?

Moving my hands up on each woman, I move them under the hem of their clothing—a skirt on Brooke and pants on Becky—and into their panties. Brooke leans over and claims my lips for her own, while I feel the short brunette undo and remove her lower garments. I slip my middle two fingers into Becky and a couple seconds later feel Lisa's hand join mine, and she starts to go wild as we both finger her wet pussy.

Brooke loudly mewls her pleasure as I find her clit, and rub it in time with Lisa's bobbing head, until she grips my wrist and shudders in orgasmic delight, biting my lip almost painfully in the process. Becky cums a second later, gripping the headboard and shoving herself hard against the two invading hands.

Lisa pulls up as the two orgasms' power begins to wash over me, and pinches me off almost painfully at the base of my phallus. "Not yet," she tells me. "You have some time to make up with each of us."

I can only nod, knowing that she's right. They all deserve better than I'd been giving them, and silently I vow to do better. With the new strength in me from Becky and Brooke, I can hold off my own orgasm, but decide not to tell her that.

"Brooke, you've known him longest, so I think you should go first," Lisa announces, and for a moment I'm shocked I get no say, but keep my mouth shut. They deserve this, and I'm really in no position to argue.

The redhead nods, her curls bobbing as she gets up and strips off her clothing. She straddles me, facing me, but Becky stops her. "Turn around. We can turn and face him when we've forgiven him for the way he's been acting lately."

My longtime companion looks at me, and I can see that a portion of her wants to argue, but then she nods and turns away. I feel hurt at this, but understand that I'm going to have to earn their forgiveness one by one, that it won't just be handed to me. How well Becky knows me, though! With her freckled back to me, I can't see her small breasts, my favorite physical part of any woman. Becky gives me a sad look with her dark brown eyes, and I nod that I understand what she's doing.

It wouldn't matter anyway, for a couple seconds later Lisa sits on my face, and all I can see is her back and bum as she leans forward toward Brooke.

I can feel Lisa's hands help guide my dick into the mermaid's ready slit, and moan into the wet lips on my tongue as she slowly slides her tight hole down onto me.

I move my hands up to Lisa's chest, but she pushes my hands away, and I can only guess that Becky takes my right hand. Lisa twists on top of me, keeping my left hand in hers, and grinds herself against my face.

Well, if they want me to prove myself, then by golly, I'll do it! Swiveling my hips, I continue to work my way into Brooke, while simultaneously sucking in Lisa's labia, and swallowing her tangy juices as they pour out of her.

I can feel something slip around my wrists, and a second too late I realize what's happening. My whole body freezes as the women tie my arms to the bed, and it takes a great will of effort to relax. Their eyes had been clear, and I know this isn't a trap, but I still have nightmares about my incarceration with TanaVesta.

Once my hands are completely secure, I can feel Becky looping a soft cloth around my separated ankles, and tying them down as well. Remembering the bonds TanaVesta had tied me down with, and how easily I'd broken those chains, I'm not too worried about these flimsy constraints, but if it helps them, then I'm willing to put up with it.

Brooke's cunt tightens around my tool about the same time I feel something brushing my balls.

"Oh, that feels great, Becky. Mmm, he feels so good in me while you lick me. Oh, yes, right there. Yes, keep twisting my nipples, Lisa. Oh, YES!"

Her coochy clamps down on me as she cums, and I can feel her wet fluids soaking my balls as her orgasm washes over me, and I feel myself getting stronger.

I begin to nibble on Lisa's nether lips, occasionally nipping at her clit, as Brooke climbs off me. A moment later I can feel Becky's tongue cleaning me up, licking Brooke's juices from my still rock hard member. Part of me wants to cum, to shoot my load all over her face, but I concentrate on keeping it in. My work isn't done yet.

"Your turn, Becky," I hear above me, and a moment later I can feel the woman's feet on either side of my hips. Once more, Lisa helps guide me into the other woman, and part of me can't help but notice the difference between Brooke and Becky. Both are tight, but Brooke is definitely the wetter one, while Becky feels hotter inside.

"I love you," Brooke's voice whispers close to my head, and then I can feel her curls tickling my chest before her tongue joins mine. Lisa doesn't stand a chance against our combined onslaught, and it only takes a few seconds before her fluids are dribbling down my chin and neck. Neither of us let up, however, and soon she's coming again.

Becky has been making slow rotations on me with her pelvis, but as Lisa's second orgasm washes through my system, I concentrate my energies on the brunette's enjoyment. I can almost feel the energy slightly drain from me as Becky suddenly locks up tight, and my expenditure of power is returned to me with interest.

Lisa climbs off my face, as Becky topples over, still in the throes of her own climax. Brooke wastes no time in pressing her lips to mine, kissing me passionately.

"I think it's time you've earned Lisa's heart back," Becky says as she brings her head up near mine. Her voice is a bit shaky after her powerful climax.

As the blonde martial artist straddles my hips, once again facing away from me, I watch as the two women I've already been inside reach for my cock, and hold it pointing to the ceiling. I watch as it slides easily into Lisa, appearing to vanish between her firm cheeks.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 25



I want to reach down and massage her rear, or reach over and play with Brooke's tiny nipples or Becky's over-large ones, but my hands are tied and I'm not willing to break free yet. It doesn't help when the two other women get on their hands and knees, pussies facing me, and tilt their heads around Lisa's body to suck on her pert breasts. Both cunnies are slick and shiny with their cum, and I want so badly to just reach down and shove my fingers in.

No! I tell myself, instead concentrating on Lisa's pleasure, as I begin to move my hips in counterpoint to hers. She leans back, giving the other two women easier access to her teats, and letting her hair light tickle my chest while her hands support her on either side of my chest. Remembering how Brooke had once reacted to a kiss, and how Becky had just reacted to me concentrating on her bliss, I do the same for the martial artist, throwing my hips up into her, and concentrating on driving her pleasure even higher.

"Oh damn!" she cries out suddenly, and I feel a lot more of her fluids than normal soaking my balls.

"Oh my God," Becky says in awe. "Lisa, you just squirted!"

"I've . . . I've never cum like that before," she says, her voice wavering.

"Am I forgiven, ladies?" I ask, hoping desperately that I am.

Becky turns her head to me slightly, and then the three of them huddle for a moment. As one they turn, facing me, and I know before they speak what their answer is.

"We do," they say in unison, and we share a four-way kiss, Brooke on my left, Lisa on my right, and somehow Becky ends up on top.

I don't even hesitate, before breaking my insignificant bonds, and holding the three of them against me. They squeal in surprise as I hug them tightly against me.

"You were faking!" Becky accuses me, lifting her head and looking accusingly at me. I laugh as I look into her clear brown eyes, a real laugh that isn't tainted with any other emotion.

"You wanted me constrained," I tell her when I calm down, "so I remained."

"We really can't be angry with him," Brooke comes to my defense. "Couldn't you tell how much he wanted to be free? But he didn't, because it was what we wanted."

"You're right, of course," Becky concedes. Then I feel her hand on my still hard phallus and she grins happily. "So, who gets to finish this off?"

I've held back long enough, and since she'd been the instigator to my punishment, I decide she should get the prize. With ease I reach around the other two women and slide Becky's tiny body down. Her hand remains on me, guiding me straight for my destination. As soon as I'm fully seated within her tight crevice, I let go, firing my ejaculate against her womb, my entire body wracked with shivers of ecstasy. Somehow I encompass everyone in my bliss, wanting to share my happiness with them, creating a bubble around us and we all cum together, feeling closer than we ever have before.

* * *

I come awake as someone rings the doorbell. I don't remember nodding off, but I feel refreshed and happy for the first time in what seems like an eternity. Getting up, I quickly find my clothing and don them. I try to be quiet, but the women wake up anyway. I head back downstairs, while the three women start getting dressed.

"Captain Jewkes!" I state in surprise as I open the door. "I didn't expect you here. What can I do for you? Do the police want to talk to me again?"

The other man grimaces as he steps through. "Please, call me Richard, and I'm not here entirely on business." I glance at his uniform, but say nothing. "Are Becky and Lisa here?"

"What can we do for you, Richard?" Becky asks as she comes down the stairs. Her hair is a mess, and it's obvious she'd just come out of bed. Since it's only late-afternoon, it's also easy to guess why she was in bed. Lisa follows her down, hair equally mussed, and I can't help but blush slightly when the officer whistles softly. I can't hide my grin either, when Brooke comes down a moment later, just as rumpled as the other women, and Jewkes's jaw drops open.

The consummate officer; he quickly regains control of himself and clears his throat. "Is there somewhere we can sit down?"

"That bad?" I ask, afraid of the answer.

He studies the floor as I lead him back to the family room, and to the new furniture there. "I have bad news, and worse news," he says sadly as he sits down

I look at Becky and Lisa, but they wait patiently for him to continue.

"As promised, I had officers watching your place for the last few days," he tells them, and I notice he's unwilling to meet their eyes. "They reported that nothing appeared out of order, and so today I sent two of them in using your key." He grows silent, and I'm shocked to see tears begin to leak down his cheeks.

Becky notices too, and I hear her gasp. Lisa goes to comfort her.

"What happened?" I ask, trying to fill my tone with comfort.

He shakes his head slowly, and for a moment I'm afraid he's not going to answer. When he does, his voice is choked with emotion. "Approximately two minutes after they entered, the entire place went up in flames."

"The officers?" Brooke asks, coming and sitting next to me, gripping my hand in hers.

"One is in critical condition, but isn't expected to make it. The other. . . ." He can't finish the sentence, and we have our answer.

Becky and Lisa break down into tears, and I wave them over to me. They collapse into my arms, sobbing.

Was it only a few moments ago we were all so happy?

"My condolences for your officer," I say, and then stop as something occurs to me. "Do you think I can get in to see the other one?"

"Why would you. . . ." He trails off as he looks at Brooke, and then back to me. I can see hope spark in his eyes, and I hate what I'm about to say.

"I don't know if I can help him," my words don't even seem to affect the other man. "I've never tried healing someone I don't know."

"A chance is more than Johnathan had a few minutes ago. Should we take my cruiser?" Richard gets to his feet and is already halfway to the door.

"The Orange Bubble will be faster," I say as I get up and follow him out. "We'll be more comfortable in it as well."

"We?" The officer stops and looks at the other women. "Do you need to, um . . . I mean to say. . . ."

I know what he's getting at. "No, I think I have enough energy to take care of him, if this works. I'm just not willing to leave anyone more alone than they have to be. Between your shades, and my colorblindness, Aldol won't be able to affect us."

"You think this may be a trap?" Becky asks as we lock the front door.

"One of them left alive? If so, then I want you with me," I tell the ladies quietly. From the gratitude I can see in their eyes, I know they realize I took what they'd said earlier to heart.

"Speaking of shades," Jewkes states as he quickly heads to his patrol car. He pulls out a bunch of small bags, and hands some to the ladies. "If that thing does show up here, put these on."

The three beautiful ladies each pull a pair of Blublocker shades from their bags, and place them on their faces. I have to stifle a laugh in this serious situation, as they don't do the women justice. Thankfully I'm able to hide my mirth, as I get into my old VW Beetle.

"By the way, where's the fairy?" Jewkes asks me as he climbs into the passenger seat after the women. "I have a pair made special for her as well."

"Setting things up with Gaia for this weekend. Which hospital?" I ask, and Jewkes guides me downtown, to the same hospital that I'd been in after my accident with Angela. Thinking back on that causes a pang in my chest. Looking around the Orange Bubble, I realize that while I may have lost a lot, but I still have a lot as well.

You're wiser than some of the oldest beings I know. Shemhazau compliments me.

"You mentioned more than one bit of news when you first showed up," I ask, not sure I want to know what else could be considered bad news and whether he'd given me just the bad news or the worse news.

I can tell the seasoned man becomes uncomfortable before answering. "I was hoping to get some more information before telling you, but I found out just after we got back. Agent Miranda Olsen has vanished."

"Vanished?" I ask, my stomach sinking at the thought of the deranged woman at large.

"You now know as much as I do," he tells me, shaking his head. "Every time I tried to figure out what happened, someone above me put a stop to it. 'There are more important things to spend department money on,'" he quotes to me. "There's no surveillance or record of her ever having been in custody. She has literally vanished."

I really don't like the sound of that. Who has that kind of power, to tell a police captain what to investigate? "What did you tell them about your three week absence?" I ask next.

He laughs uncomfortably for a moment before responding. "I haven't. They keep hassling me for a report on you, but every time I sit down to write it, I stop. They'll never believe what's really going on."

My car stops before I can think of what to say. Getting out, I'm greeted with the sight of a towering tan building and the red 'Emergency' sign over the entryway.

"Will you be okay in here for a bit?" I ask my sword as I remove him and his sheath from my hip.

Just call for me if you need me, my father replies.

"He's on the fourth floor," Richard states, heading in.

"What are we going to do about Agent Olsen?" Brooke asks, and I can hear fear in her tone.

"I don't know," I tell her honestly. She's a member of a group called the Daughters of Respite. Do they have enough pull to spring her and hide it? Or was it that other group Marchosias had mentioned, the Paladonic Knights? Either way, it doesn't bode well for us.

The elevator dings just before the door opens, and we step out into a quiet hallway. A woman comes rushing up to us, crying, and hugs Jewkes.

The man is obviously uncomfortable, and I realize this must be the wounded officer's wife. "There, there, Amy," he tells her soothingly. "I've brought a, um, specialist to look at your husband. He might be able to help."

The woman turns to me, mascara staining her splotchy cheeks, and her auburn hair disheveled. She gives a small self-conscious laugh, looking at me from head to toe. "You must be some kind of genius. You're so young."

"Where is he?" I ask, not sure how to respond, and not wanting to lie to the grieving woman.

"This way," he says, and leads the way. I know Amy must be wondering about the three women that follow us, but she doesn't make a comment.

Two police officers are stationed outside a door, and it doesn't take a genius to know that Johnathan is behind this one. They are on their feet when we approach.

"How's he doing?" Jewkes asks the one on the left.

The other officer glances my way, and I know he recognizes me. This might turn sour.

"The doctors say he only has a couple hours to live, and he'd be best served to be put down peacefully, as if he were some kind of dog." From his tone, I know he doesn't like the idea.

"There may be another option," Jewkes says evenly, staring straight ahead at the door now.

"Him?" the other officer snarls. Apparently he recognizes me too.

"Look at it this way, Anderson," Richard faces him squarely, "if we help him, then all the better. If not, then he's no worse off now than he was before."

The two guarding officers stare at each other for a moment, before Richard pushes his way past. The two officers don't try to stop us as we follow their captain, though they glare fiercely as the five of us head into the room.

We walk through in single file, and the captain turns back to close the door. "No one enters as long as we're in here," he states to the guards before turning back to face us. "Do what you need to do."

I see so much hope in his eyes, that I'm determined not to let him down.

Turning back to the bed further in, I notice for the first time the stench laying heavily in the air. The sickly sweet scent of burned flesh. Machines beep in one corner, and the wounded man is covered in bandages from top to bottom. The news plays quietly on a small TV on the opposite wall.

Standing by his bedside, I look down, and can barely hear his rattling breath escaping around a tube in his mouth. Filling my lungs, I concentrate on the unconscious man, willing him back to health.

Nothing happens.

Placing my hands lightly on his bandaged chest, I send out my will again, but with the same results.

"What's wrong?" Becky asks me.

"I don't know. Nothing's happening," I tell her.

"What did you do when you healed me?" Brooke asks.

Thinking back, I remember holding the redhead in my arms, crying over her inert form, and bending down to kiss her.

Something tells me the kiss was merely the catalyst, and there must be something more. Thinking of how Shemhazau had healed her. . . .

Just that quickly, Murasame is on my hip.

You have to be emotionally invested, he informs me.

That makes sense. He had been angry with the assassin mermaid that'd helped kill his wife when he'd restored her fingers, and I love Brooke.

But I'm neither angry, nor in love with this man.

Any emotion works. The stronger the feelings, the more powerful the healing.

"Tell me about him," I order Jewkes, my voice growing firm again.

"What?" he asks in confusion, and I repeat myself. "Well. . . ." The police captain begins to tell me about how hard working Johnathan Stokes is, about his third wife Amy and their one child, a daughter, and other aspects of the cop's life.

This man had been hurt while doing something for Becky and Lisa. He didn't know who the two women were that he was checking the house out for, and was just an innocent bystander in this war Aldol instigated. He shouldn't even be here, on the verge of death, I think. Anger at Aldol's interference with regular mortals, and at TanaVesta, because I know she had a hand in this as well, enters me, but it's not enough.

His wife is out there grieving, his daughter at home, wondering if she'll ever see her father again. Sadness augments my anger, but still it's not enough.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and know I have Lisa's support. Her emotions flood into me at the touch, and I can feel her grief that this officer might die because he went into her house. Becky's hand twines her fingers between mine, and her emotions mirror her roommate's feelings, but I can sense compassion in her as well. I can't help but wonder if this new ability to feel their emotions is tied to how close we all became earlier.

"You can do this," Lisa says softly, and I nod.

Wrapping all of our emotions into a tight ball, I hear the two women gasp, but pay them no mind. Brooke calls my name, but I shove her voice to the back of my mind as I concentrate. Bending forward, I press my lips against the bandages on Johnathan Stokes's head. Simultaneously I will the bundle of our mixed emotions into the man, mentally commanding him to live.

My eyes are closed, but I can see a bright white light as my knees sag, and the three of us slump to the floor, exhausted.

Jewkes rushes over to the bed, and I open my eyes to see one of the two guards enter the room to see what the noise is.

"Captain?" A weak voice asks from the bed, and I have a feeling Johnathan Stokes is going to be alright.

The guard that'd come in, dashes from the room, screaming for the doctor, and all I want to do right now is drift off into sweet oblivion. "Thank you, ladies," I mumble, already feeling my eyelids droop. Who cares if I'm on the floor? "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Lyden, you might want to see this," Brooke's voice breaks through the fog surrounding my brain with its fear.

"Can it wait?" I ask, my whole body feeling lethargic. Wool has more clarity in it than my head does right now.

"No, I think you'd better hurry." Opening my eyes, I have to struggle to get to my feet. Healing that officer really took a lot out of me. Good thing I'd had that session with the three women earlier. I don't know if I'd have been able to do it without that strength already in me. Becky and Lisa are snoring softly on the floor.

It takes me a second to find the mermaid, my eyes are blurry with weariness. She's standing under the TV, raptly watching whatever is going on.

I have to lean heavily on her, as I look up at the screen. What I see brings me fully alert.

"Once again, if you are just joining us, this is the scene live from downtown. Some kind of monstrous beast is rampaging through the streets. No one knows where it came from, but so far the damage it's caused as it breathes fire and tosses cars around keeps mounting."

The report goes on, but already I notice something else that the news anchors seem to be missing.

The dragon, for that's what it obviously is to me, isn't randomly attacking the city.

It's chasing after a tiny golden glow, trying to eat or fry it.

Areth is in trouble.

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Author's note: Okay, I know a lot of you have complained about cliff hangers, and here I go with another one. The thing is, I couldn't resolve this one without making this chapter way too long, and cutting out this part left me feeling as though this chapter was too bland.

I also want to thank Garbonzo once again. He had some great advice for this chapter, that I implemented, and fixed a number of grammatical errors.



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 26







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 26



Suddenly she's trying to get away from me, but this time my jaws are locked, and I can feel her hot blood begin pouring into my mouth, cooling my scorched tongue. Thankfully I can't taste it. She darts her head in, snapping only inches from my snout, but somehow I know they're just feints now. She tries to pull away a couple more times, then stops, and lies flat on her stomach. An odd noise fills the air, and it takes me a moment to realize she's crooning softly.

Carefully I release the muscles in my jaw, groaning at the pain after having held them so tightly clamped. The dragon just lays there for a few moments as I carefully back away, then I jump back as she rolls onto her back.

"You've won!" Areth screams into my mind, inducing a sudden headache. "I can't believe the pervert won!"

Why did she act like that? I ask my mental guests. She had me pretty well beat, until I got her wing.

Dragons use their wings to protect their eggs and incubate them, Shemhazau informs us. I'm afraid things might actually be worse off now than they were before.

How can they be worse? I wonder, confused.

The blue dragon is watching me again, and I swear I can actually make out a smile on her face. At least the cops have quit firing at us.

By attacking her wing, you declared that you would protect your young by her, and by her behavior, she is now completely submissive to you.

Great, just great! What the heck am I going to do with a submissive big blue dragon?

"Lyden?" a male voice asks. I turn to see Jewkes slowly approaching me, hands held high and empty, though his pistol is still on his hip. Further behind him, parked on the grass, is the Orange Bubble.

As soon as I turn my head, the blue dragon snaps at me, and I quickly nip back, catching her nose and making her yelp.

I open my mouth to respond to Jewkes, but only a gargling noise issues from my throat. My tongue is too damaged to speak. I'm surprised to see him shy back, but when I nod my head, he visibly relaxes.

Around the park, cops and SWAT are still pointing their weapons at us, but it seems like they're willing to wait and see how things play out with Captain Jewkes.

The older man slowly approaches closer, and the blue dragon begins to growl, until I move in front of her, blocking her view. The captain stops, sensing the tension in the air. I feel the other dragon begin to rub her head against my hind end, and her crooning increases. Did I just prove to her that I'm willing to protect by getting in front of her? I'd meant to protect Richard!

"You've got the entire town terrified of you right now, young man," he tells me, and I nod, unable to speak. "You can't talk in that form, can you?" he asks, already knowing the answer. "Well, at least I won't have too much difficulty in convincing my superiors when I write this report up." He glances at the helicopters overhead.

"That was my plan!" Areth announces. "I brought the dragon here to make a spectacle and clear his name."

Throwing my head back, I roar with laughter. I can't help it. Trust the little pixie to come up with a plan like this to save an ally's reputation. For such a small woman, she has some big ideas.

"Why, thank you," I hear her say self-satisfied in my mind.

You realize you've just changed this world forever, right? Shemhazau admonishes her. There were better and less grandiose ways of helping the officer of the law.

Bringing my head back down, I can tell that I've terrified the very same officer with my outburst. Turning back to the blue dragon, my mirth dissipates. What am I going to do with her?

"Send her back," Areth informs me.

How do I talk to her, if she's not one of the intelligent kind? I wonder inwardly.

Perhaps I mislead you a bit on that, my father states. If you can talk to her, then she'll understand. All dragons are smart, but not all are as smart as say, the Pillar of Fire.

But if I change back in front of her, how will she react? I get no response to that question.

For good measure, I tower over the blue dragon, and move my head to her neck, squeezing it carefully between my jaws, before pulling back. She makes no move to resist or pull away.

Closing my eyes, I picture Areth on my shoulder, Murasame on my hip, and my clothes whole and in one piece on my human body, then have to gasp at the amount of energy that drains from me in the process.

Opening my eyes while firmly gripping Murasame, I look at the dragon, but she just looks back at me complacently. Apparently she's not surprised, and I realize she'd seen me transform in the first place.

"I can move again!" Areth crows as she launches herself from my shoulder. The dragon's eyes follow the golden woman, but she makes no other movement.

"What do I call you?" I ask, or try to. It comes out as barely more than a mumble.

"What happened to you?" Jewkes asks, coming up behind me.

The dragon reacts quickly, rolling back over, and growling menacingly, until Jewkes backs away.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay back," the man says, doing just that.

"He burned his tongue, and can't talk," Areth speaks for me.

I remember talking telepathically with Angela when I'd first become a dragon way back in Egypt, and concentrate on doing the same with the dragon.

WHAT DO I CALL YOU?

She blinks at me a couple times, before turning her head and rubbing her muzzle across her blue scales.

BLUE? She seems to accept this, and I chuckle lightly, turning it into a groan at the feeling of my burnt tongue. I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel her forked tongue brush lightly across my body. Somehow I know she's offering comfort for the pain she's caused me, and tentatively I reach out and place my hand on her snout. She suffers my touch, but backs away when Areth tries to do the same. I can't help but laugh again at the way the fairy pouts.

"It seems you have some control over her," Jewkes states. "Can you safely get her to leave?"

The man's words bring me back to the present, and our current circumstances.

WAIT FOR ME IN THE PILLAR OF EARTH'S DOMAIN, I tell her. I WILL RETURN TO YOU THERE, AND WE CAN FINISH OUR BUSINESS.

I'm not certain I want to finish our business, but I don't know if Blue will leave without that guarantee.

ARETH, HELP GUIDE HER BACK, I order the fairy, before turning back to Blue. PLEASE DON'T EAT MY FRIEND, I tell her. BUT YOU'RE WELCOME TO SCARE HER A BIT.

The dragon seems to enjoy that thought as she takes off after the fairy, smoke trailing from her nostrils. How had the dragon and fairy come to Earth? Blue is too big to fit in that elevator.

"You're bleeding," Richard states, and I look down to see that my shirt is soaked in blood. Lifting up the bloody cloth, I'm happy to note that there are only three deep scratches across my abdomen, plus a few more on my sides, none of them life threatening.

Waving my hand to the Orange Bubble, I indicate that I'm ready to go.

"You are all under arrest," a new voice sounds, and we spin to see a very large black man in a SWAT uniform carrying an equally large shotgun in his hands.

"What's the meaning of this?" Jewkes asks indignantly. Placing his hand on his holstered pistol.

"Remove your hands from your weapons," the man intones emotionlessly. "By the power entrusted in me by the Order of the Paladonic Knights, I remand you into custody."

Something invisible grabs a hold of me, and I topple over, unable to move.

"Lyden?" Becky's fearful voice reaches me, but I can't turn to look in her direction. From a grunt next to me, I can only assume that Captain Jewkes is in the same predicament.

With an unsettling feeling in my stomach, I'm hoisted into the air with invisible hands, and follow the dark man, the letters S.W.A.T. painted in white on the back of his body armor. Two more men join us, neither as large as the first man, and both are dressed in casual clothing.

When I see Becky, Lisa, Brooke, and somehow Jennifer join us, floating over the ground like me, I begin to struggle against my bonds, but to no avail. Somehow I'm able to breathe with no problems, but my arms and legs refuse to obey.

We stop only long enough for a self-satisfied Miranda to plant herself in front of me.

"You are a sick and disgusting creature, Mr. Snow. I will not be sorry to see you die." Her full-armed slap across my face stings more than normal, as my face can't move to dissipate the pressure. Then she turns and walks away.

The man closest to me chuckles, until the large man in front turns to look at him. "Put them to sleep, wizard. I'll deal with our audience while you transport them back to base."

"Where did their car go?" I hear another voice ask, right before I lose consciousness.

* * *

Horrific pain in my mouth wakens me, and I sit up screaming. Or trying to scream. My tongue feels like it's still on fire, and nothing I can do blocks out the pain. Dimly I'm aware of people coming in and striking me, but compared to the pain of my burned tongue, I barely even notice them. How long I lay here in agony, I don't know, but the moment something pours into my mouth and the pain abates, is when I become fully aware of my surroundings.

A balding man in tan corduroy pants and a flannel shirt, looking like he belongs back in the early eighties, is bending over me, a plastic cup in his left hand and my head in his right. By the gray brick walls and dark metal bars, I figure I must be in some sort of prison.

"You burned your tongue pretty bad," the man is telling me softly. "I've seen this in burn victims before, where you don't feel the full pain right away, but after a bit, the agony is horrendous." His voice is calm and soothing, almost kind even. "What I gave you won't heal you, I'm afraid. None of us have the skill to heal a wound that bad, but we can mitigate your pain at least. I'm afraid your tongue is nothing more than a blackened husk. Normally I'd recommend having it removed, but you'll likely be dead soon enough anyway." He sounds almost sad at this news.

I nod that I understand him, moving my mouth, and noticing that it feels large and empty inside. I can't even feel my teeth or cheeks.

"Is the bastard done yelling Emmet? I was getting sick of the sound of his girlish screams." The new voice comes from the other side of the bars, and where Emmet's tone is kind, this new guy's inflection is cruel.

"Yes, Brock, he should be able to rest peacefully now." Emmet heaves a heavy sigh as he gets to his feet, and walks to the barred door.

"That's Paladin Brock to you, Emmet." I notice that he gives no honorific to Emmet. "And I could care less if he gets any rest. Just as long as he quits that infernal yelling. He was driving the other prisoners into an uproar. I don't understand why we haven't already killed him. He's obviously not human." I catch a glimpse of the ornery Brock as he opens the door to let Emmet out. A large man with broad shoulders, and a perpetual scowl to his otherwise ugly face. His hair is cropped close to his head, with a little more on top in a military fashion. I dislike him immediately.

His mention of other prisoners reminds me that Becky, Lisa, Brooke, Richard, and Jennifer were also captured. Where had Jennifer come from? I'll have to figure that out later. Looking around my small cell, I see a toilet in one corner, a small cot without a mattress, and nothing else. The women must be in a different cell.

My first order of business is to relieve myself, before I lie down on the cot. I try to fall asleep in order to see if I can find anyone else's minds, but the sound of my cell door opening brings me alert.

"On your feet, monster," Brock orders me, pointing a shotgun at my chest. I swing my feet around, off the cot, and I don't miss the large man stepping back quickly in fear. "Slowly now. I'm not afraid to shoot you."

I raise one eyebrow at him, questioning the quaver in his voice, but otherwise move slower. He backs away as I approach the door, and he indicates with the weapon where he wants me to go. The man follows behind me, and I can feel the barrel press between my shoulder blades as we go.

"Just so you know, this is loaded with silver buck shot, blessed by our priests." He shoves me forward, and I stumble for a second before catching my balance again. "Move faster, the Grand Meister doesn't have all day."

I pick up my pace, trying not to curse at the opposing commands he gives, all the while trying to look into the cells we pass. I don't see any of my companions. In fact, I don't see anyone else in any of the cells. I'm guessing that they don't take many prisoners. The walkway is large, with occasional choke points that I assume would be good for defending. The point when we leave the detention area, and enter the more functional places is obvious by the decorations on the wall, and the change from solid gray brick walls, to painted white brick walls. We pass by a series of offices, before Brock stops me in front of a set of massive double doors. The doors are solid wood, probably oak, and at least twenty feet tall. Two guards, dressed in ceremonial medieval armor shined to mirror perfection, stand on either side of the doors. At our approach, they lift two long spears, and slam the metal butts hard against the floor in unison. The sound echoes down the hallway we'd just come down, and a second later the big doors open.

I don't need Brock's prodding with his shotgun to tell me to start walking, and I can't help my eyes growing large as we enter the new room. If I thought the doors were huge, then this room makes me think they're too small. The ceiling is high above us, hidden behind bright lights. Large round pillars, at least six feet across and spaced thirty feet apart, line a long walkway. The walkway floor is made of dark marble, shined to reflect the ceiling. I can't see the far end.

I swear we walk for at least a couple minutes, before Brock stops me in front of a raised dais, atop which is a white chair. Sitting in the chair is a man obviously past his prime, but in no way do I suspect him to be weak or feeble. A massive sword sits across his knees, which seems odd considering he's in a very expensive looking business suit.

He's not the most important thing to me now, however, as I see my friends on their knees facing the Grand Meister, each with a guard behind them.

Brooke looks up at our approach, and I see her eyes grow large as she sees me, but her guard makes a threatening gesture with his shotgun, and she fearfully turns back.

Anger begins to boil inside of me at the treatment they must have received, in order to make her act so cowed. I reach for Murasame, and my hand closes on empty air.

For a second I'm overcome with shock. My sword isn't there. Mentally I try to summon him, but a sharp pain in my skull makes me stop. Brock's shotgun shoves me forward again, and numbly I comply.

As soon as I'm parallel with my companions, Brock uses the butt of his weapon against the back of my knees. "Bow before the mighty Grand Meister, beast."

I still can't believe I've lost my sword. How often have I wanted to be rid of the thing, only to feel naked now that it's finally gone?

"You may leave." The power of command behind those few deeply spoken words is astounding. My friends have said that I'm a leader, but if I live to a hundred, I'll never be able to sound as the Grand Meister does in that one simple order.

I can hear footsteps moving away from us, as the guards follow the command. We sit in silence, me because I can't speak, my friends because of fear I think, and I have no idea why the big man on the dais stays silent.

Finally after what seems like an eternity, but is likely only a few minutes, he breaks the silence. "Please, stand." While the words themselves are polite, his tone is still a command, and I find myself obeying before I think better of it. Is his voice magical in some way?

Growing daring, I look up at the Grand Meister, and am surprised to see kindly brown eyes looking back at me.

"I apologize for the rough treatment," he states, remaining seated. "Unfortunately there are protocols that must be followed, set down by centuries of tradition, and I've already broken as many of those as I can."

I'm completely thrown off guard by his attitude, and find myself shaking my head to try and catch up.

"Why have you taken us?" Jewkes asks, stepping forward.

"Some of you are human, and I apologize for that, but some of you aren't." His eyes land on me, and even if I could argue, I know there's no point in it. It's pretty obvious after I turned into a dragon that I'm not human. "Technically we kill any non-humans we find in our world almost immediately. Of course, not many are as obvious as you, Lyden Snow. Even fewer are willing to put themselves in danger to stop a rampaging dragon." He steeples his fingers beneath his chin as he continues to examine me. "You are a conundrum, young man. That Daughter of Respite would have me put you down immediately. She tells some interesting stories about you. I must say I'm a bit interested in exactly what you are. At first I thought you were an incubus by the way she describes you, but an incubus can't transform into a large dragon, and quite frankly, they're not known for being altruistic."

I remain silent, not just because I have little choice, but I don't trust this man. Marchosias had said that the Paladonic Knights were more dangerous than the Daughters of Respite.

"And the rest of you." The man transfers his gaze across the rest of the group. "Captain Richard Jewkes, I'm fairly certain you just got caught up in Lyden's machinations, but you don't seem surprised by the fact he isn't human. This makes me suspect that you are a collaborator with the monsters of the other world. The rest of you each have a long history here on Earth, and all but one of you has a birth certificate. Of course, Lyden has a birth certificate as well, so I guess that doesn't mean much." He shakes his head, and actually looks sad. "So again, what am I supposed to make of you?"

It's obvious that he expects an answer, and just for show I open my mouth as if I'm going to speak, and then close it.

"I don't know what you mean by a collaborator," Jewkes says, speaking for the group again, "but I learned that Lyden wasn't human just a short while ago, when Miranda Olsen tried to murder him and me." I'm surprised to see the Grand Meister flinch at this statement. "I have since been to that other world, what he calls the Shadow World, and saw that we're all in great danger from a creature called Aldol."

"I am sorry for Miranda's overzealous attack. The Daughters tend to act first, and think later. As far as this other creature, this Aldol, what danger does he pose?" I almost want to believe that he is truly sorry, but the way he moves right on to talking about Aldol makes me cautious.

Richard looks at me for a moment, before turning back to the Grand Meister. "I don't know much about him, Lyden has already faced him a few times, but from what I understand, he wishes to destroy the Pillars of the Shadow World and destroy it."

"And Mr. Snow can't talk to tell us what he knows. Hmm." The man on the dais ponders for a moment, before turning back to Jewkes. "It sounds as if we should be helping this Aldol. If he wants to destroy the other realm, your Shadow World, then why should we stop him?"

"Because if that world falls, then every creature from there will be forced back into this one," Brooke states, stepping forward and glaring at the large man. "It doesn't want to just destroy the other world, but all worlds."

"It? Why would it want to destroy both worlds? Where would it live?" He sounds skeptical now, and I really can't blame him. If I didn't know that the thing existed outside of our dimension, I would wonder the same. Unfortunately, it looks like I'm the only one with that knowledge, as everyone looks at me worriedly. "I see that the one with the answers is the only one unable to speak." He stands up, and for the first time I realize just how large he is, well over six feet. He plants the tip of his large blade on the floor, and he glares at us for a moment before speaking again. "While your story has plenty of holes I'd like to have filled, I'm afraid you're too dangerous to leave alive, Lyden Snow. You will be executed in the morning. As for the rest of you, you will be tested tonight, starting with you." He points at Brooke with his weapon, and I see her shudder under his glare. "Any of you that are found to be nonhuman will be executed with him."




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The Grand Meister turns his back on us, and suddenly our guards are back, shoving us from the massive audience chamber.

Hope abandons me, as we're separated, and I have no idea where my friends are taken. Brooke is the only other nonhuman, but I can't shake the feeling that they're not just going to let the others go after this.

Unable to talk, and too weak after my battle with Blue, I collapse on my cot, and try to get some sleep before tomorrow.

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Author's note: Garbonzo, you have done a fantastic job in editing this chapter. THANK YOU!

Also, I've been asked how Lyden knows his car is orange, when he's colorblind. Simple: being colorblind doesn't mean you see the world in black and white. It means you have a hard time identifying colors. I'm colorblind. Blue and purple look identical to me. I also have issues with red, green, and brown. I still see colors, but struggle to identify them.



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Captured by an overwhelming force, unable to talk, and facing an execution in the morning, Lyden despairs of ever being with his loved ones again. An escape plan hatches, but one will fall before freedom is reached.

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The Succubae Seduction Ch. 27



WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? I mentally demand of her. LET ME TAKE MY SWORD, AND I'LL LEAVE WITHOUT HURTING ANYONE ELSE. She might be able to hurt me with her axe, but not before I fry her.

"Ha, like your promises can be trusted." She raises her weapon high, and charges at me. "Now die!"

Pursing my draconian lips, I do my best to control my fire, regretting the fact that I have to kill her. She has been a nuisance in my side, sure, but that alone isn't enough reason to end her life. Molten hot flames engulf the woman, draining my energy some, and to her credit she doesn't even scream.

In fact, a second later, I have to dodge quickly to avoid having my skull split in two.

"What the fuck?" I hear Jennifer demand mentally, reminding me that there are passengers in my head.

"The Sisters of Respite are immune to most otherworldly abilities," Emmet's voice states a moment later. I remember having difficulty reading her when she'd interrogated me, and now I know why. "I have no problems dying in here, if it means your death too, monster."

Somehow his voice doesn't sound like he really means it. In fact, it almost sounds like he's saying it, only because he knows he's supposed to act defiantly.

Miranda swings at me again, and I lose a talon on my right paw as one of her blades severs it cleanly off.

Howls of pain echo in my mind, and I flip around, catching her with my tail. She only stumbles back from a grazing blow. How has she gotten so agile? 

She stops attacking long enough to look at the other wizards. "Well, come on. Help me kill it!" She doesn't waste any time in seeing if they obey, but a moment later a chunk of ice slams into my flank, knocking me off balance, and I barely avoid having my neck opened wider than it already is.

"You can't leave the circle," one of the wizards bellows. "This sword is too—ungh!"

A flash of light precedes a small explosion, and all the humans are knocked flat from the shockwave.

Ah, it's good to be free! Shemhazau's voice rings loudly in my head. A purplish spot interferes with my vision from where the blast had been, but I know the sword is no longer trapped. A quick glance at my remaining talons shows that they've changed to reflect the chrome and midnight black coloring of the blade. Apparently the sword's magic allows it to join with me, without me willing it. Muramasa had been like that.

Deciding that now is as good a time as any, while everyone else is laid out flat, I turn my bulk around, and head for the exit.

Somehow, Miranda beats me there. Agile and fast, she must have some serious training to be able to fight like this with her weapon. Why had it been so easy to capture her when she'd tried to assassinate Jewkes and me? She's still holding the double-edged weapon in her hands, blocking my path.

I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU, I telepathically tell her, BUT I WILL IF YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.

Grimly she holds her weapon ready, tightening her grip, and I know I have my answer.

I inhale deeply, knowing my fiery breath can't harm her, but intending to blind her with it before my attack, when unexpectedly she crumples to her knees.

I stare at her innate form for a moment, unsure of what just happened, until I see a golden glow zoom in and pick up a large rock by the unconscious woman's head. Well, large in Areth's hands, at any rate.

"Ya miss me?" the tiny pixie asks cheerily.

"Areth!" I try to say, once again forgetting my forked tongue.

She flutters over to the axe, and I see her place her hand on the shaft. To my utter amazement, it shrinks down to her size, and then she blurs towards me, landing on my head, before stating, "As much as I'm enjoying this reunion, I think we'd better get out of here. I can't fight everyone with this enchanted axe."

Enchanted axe? That explains Miranda's prowess as a fighter.

I do my best to step over Miranda, but between missing toe, the pain in my right foot and the cut along my neck, I accidently nick her with one of my chrome and black claws. An odd shiver runs up my body as a spot of blood wells up where I scratched her arm.

"Oh, that's good!" Shemhazau moans into my mind, and I feel a new flood of energy course through my veins. This isn't like the energy I get when someone has an orgasm, but something entirely different. The sensation settles into my scales, and almost makes them feel tighter, like I'm too big for my skin.

Shaking off the sensation, I rush out of the hole I'd made in the wall, around a corner, and directly into a knot of knights. They'd obviously heard me coming, or were just that prepared, as the front row has a shield wall up, and long lances poke out above the barricade. They begin to slowly advance towards me, and I bellow an experimental gout of flame at them. Their tall tower shields block and deflect my fire, and I have to back up, to refrain from getting poked.

Then I notice the heat coming from the metal blockade, and blow harder, heating up their shields as they continue towards me.

"You're going to kill them!" Emmet shrieks from his prison in my mind.

"If we don't kill them, they'll kill us," Brooke angrily informs the man.

"No, there's another way!" I can tell he's desperate now, but I don't relent on my attack, until I have to suck in more air. Their shields are a cherry red color now, but they're not stopping. "You can put them to sleep," Emmet continues to call to me. "I know the spell, just repeat after me." He begins to make a series of sounds consisting of hums and ahhs, reminiscent but different from the spell that'd kept my sword in limbo.

"You're just trying to get us killed," Brooke snaps at the man, and I hear a mental sound like someone slapping bars.

"No, this is the spell!" he pleads with the mermaid and continuing his strange song.

Ignoring them, I put all of my effort into my next flame breath, but feel winded and tired.

"Stop it!" Jewkes cries out, and I can hear him yawn. "You're putting us to sleep!"

I have to blink to clear my head, but the man does as he's told, and just in time, as my tail bumps into a wall. I'm running out of room to retreat.

"Any other bright ideas?" Areth asks me, hefting her new axe, unaware of the battle inside me.

SING, I command her, mentally sending her the sounds Emmet had been making, and doing my best to make the sounds in my own throat. Luckily my tongue's not needed for these sounds, and I see the knights stop in confusion as Areth's and my voice comes together. Micro-moments later, they slowly slump to the ground, some of them even snoring softly, overwhelmed by our combined power.

KEEP SINGING, I order the fairy atop my head as I leap over the knights, and start heading up the stairway. No one else appears, until we exit back into the large courtyard.

A line of men, seven wide, stands before us, dressed in casual clothing.

"It's the seven!" Emmet wails piteously. "We're doomed!" Apparently he doesn't want to die after all.

Ignoring him, I pick up the sleep spell/song with Areth, concentrating on putting these men to sleep.

"It won't work. Three of them are casting spells already to stop any magical attacks, three others will be preparing an attack, and the last one gives the orders," Emmet informs me, and I stop singing. A well organized attack unit. Marchosias had been right when he'd said they were dangerous.

Just to test the theory, I send a column of flame at them, and then stop immediately when a powerful gust of wind sends it back at me. Luckily I appear to be immune to my own flame. At least, externally.

I don't see any swords, spears, or for that matter, any type of weapon that can pierce my hide, and decide to charge right at them.

Something tingles along my body and eyes open wide in shock as I knock them aside like bowling pins. Four of them go down, and only one gets back to his feet, but by this time I'm already climbing the sides of the courtyard, the open sky above me.

That had been easier than I'd thought.

Lightning crackles, and fireballs fly past me, but their aim must be off, because none of them strike me. I must have scared them more than I thought, for them to be this bad, I think.

"It doesn't make sense," I hear Emmet say in confusion. "They are the elites."

"Lyden's not a bad guy," Becky says in my mind. "He doesn't want to hurt anyone, but you people won't leave him alone. All the deaths and injuries today are on your head!"

Emmet clams up, and it only takes me a couple more moments to reach the top.

Looking around, I'm surprised to see trees and mountains in all directions. Looking back at the courtyard I'd just climbed from, I'm shocked to see it's vanished. Rocky ground covers the spot where I'd just climbed up. Tentatively I reach one paw out, but a needle of ice flies out of the ground, and I jump back. Not gone then, but an illusion to cover it. How much of this forest is illusion, covering the Paladonic Knight's Base?

Without wasting any more time, I crash down the hillside, knocking trees out of my way, and leaving an obvious trail behind. I'd seen a road off in the distance, and an unmistakable orange dot parked on it.

Lisa, are you there? I ask inwardly, as Areth cheerfully cries "Wee!" on top of me.

"I'm here, Lyden," she says softly, almost sadly.

Are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you? Relief that the blonde is all right floods through my system, happy that I'd been able to get to her in time.

"Maybe not," Becky says to me.

What do you mean? I demand, knocking over a rather large tree in my headlong run. My right foot is throbbing, and I can feel the muscles growing stiff around the wound, but I refuse to slow down. I might be out of their base, but I'm not safe yet.

"We've been talking," the petite brunette informs me. They had? Was I too busy fighting to hear it? "When you brought us all in, we shared the pain of her throat. Even now, we know your neck is bleeding. When we separate—"

No! I scream at them. I won't let that happen.

"Lyden, we know how weak you're already growing. We can feel your fatigue." Lisa's words are soft and cajoling. "We can feel everything you're feeling. Even your love for us."

Her words are unfortunately true. More than just my rear paw is growing stiff. I'd expended a ton of energy to transform all of us, and then kept it up as I attacked and defended my way to Murasame, and then escaping. Even now, I can feel my pace growing slower as I try to reach the Orange Bubble.

"When you changed back yesterday, the wounds you received from that blue dragon were still on you." Lisa sounds as if she's on the verge of tears. "My wound will be there when I come out. I knew what would happen when I elbowed him, Lyden. I was trying to give you a chance to get away without me. To save yourself."

No! I won't accept that! I can't leave anyone behind. My eyes grow bleary with tears, but I refuse to stop. I won't lose you!

"I can feel how much you love me, Lyden, and I thank you for that. We knew the dangers of this plan last night. Let me go, Lyden." Her voice definitely hitches at the end, and I see my car not too much farther ahead of me. I also hear helicopters coming up on us from behind.

But shouldn't you be healing up while in me? I ask, desperately hoping for something.

"It's her body's mass you absorbed, son," Shemhazau's voice breaks in. "Our souls aren't mixing right now."

Dammit! I swear angrily, trying to pour all my anger and hurt at the situation into that one expletive. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I repeat, still not feeling any better.

Can I spread the wound around, so that it doesn't kill anyone, when we separate? I ask, needing a better answer.

"If it had happened while we were together, then yes, but. . . ." he trails off. He doesn't need to finish the statement. The wound in my foot can be split up among us or given to one, but her throat had been slit before we joined together.

As soon as I reach my car, I realize I have a problem. I'm too big to fit through the door. Not only that, but I'm so tired from using my strength and from the loss of blood, that the act of changing back will knock me out. I don't even know if I have the strength in me to shrink my mass down enough to go in.

I hesitate for only a moment, hearing the helicopters growing closer, before screaming out in anguish, my head reared back and white-hot flame shooting into the sky. Closing my mouth, I drop my head in defeat and change back into a human. My last thought before passing out is making sure that Emmet takes the full wound from my foot and hand.

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"You really like to sleep, don't you?" Lisa's voice floats over me, and I open my eyes to look up into her beautiful blue orbs.

"You're alive!" I gasp, sitting up and pulling her thankfully towards me.

Laughing, she collapses into my arms and hugs me tightly.

"Oh, Lyden, I'm so sorry. I love you so much, but I only have a bit of time before I must go," her words are half mumbled into the side of my neck.

"Huh? I don't understand. Go where?" I ask, thoroughly confused.

She pulls away from me, searching my gray eyes, and I see a tear break free from hers. Only then do I look around, and realize that we're in the Mens Mundi.

"But how are you here? Are you still inside me, or did you come out with everyone else?" I can feel a lump forming painfully in my throat as I try to control my voice.

"Does it matter?" she asks me, pulling me back to her. "We're together for now, and that's all that matters."

"But won't you heal, since you're here?" I ask, still not willing to accept the facts.

"It's already too late," she tells me softly, shaking her head. Suddenly she pushes me away and looks fiercely at me. "Are you going to sit here and waste what little time we have together moping over what can't be changed, or are you going to take advantage of it?" She pauses for a brief second before raising one eyebrow and adding, "Or of me?"

"But I am—" she presses her fingers to my lips, silencing my protest, and then uses the pressure against them to shake my head.

"You need to move on, Lyden," she informs me firmly. "I won't have you moping around like you did after Angela left, or your father died. Do you hear me?" I open my mouth to reply, but she keeps her fingers against my lips. "Do you hear me?" Her fingers force my head to nod in agreement, until I grip her wrist, and pull her hand away.

"I love you, Lisa," is all I can get out before I choke up, and that painful ball lodges fully in my throat, cutting off anything else.

"I know," she tells me, pulling my head to her chest. "I love you too. You have always been so kind to Becky and me. Take care of her. She's going to take my passing really hard as well. You two will need each other over the next while. You need to be strong, Lyden. Promise me you'll be strong." It's not a question, but an order, and I nod my head, still unable to speak as tears copiously pour from my eyes.

"Good!" she continues. "Now then, I really don't want to waste any more time. Get naked."

Shocked, I pull away, swallowing hard to try and speak. "I-I don't think . . . Now really isn't the right moment. . . ."

"Haven't I taught you anything?" she demands of me, standing up and removing her shirt. "If you always wait for the right moment, it'll never come. You have to make it happen; and quite frankly, the last thing I want to remember us together by, is you making me scream out your name in ecstasy. Now are you going to get undressed, or are you going to ignore my final request?"

Even though my heart is still heavy with the thought of losing her, I can't help but smile at her uplifting attitude. Trust Lisa to be able to cheer me up, and push me on when I'm down. The world is going to be a darker place without her.

Shaking my head to clear it of the gloom that I know will only disappoint the martial artist; I stand up and remove my shirt, before remembering that I can just think my clothing away. Lisa giggles as I become suddenly nude, and I find her mirth infectious. I just can't help but smile as I see her beautiful blue eyes twinkling with a combination of joy, desire, and an undeniable pleasure at just being with each other.

"Things are controlled with our minds here, right?" She asks me, and I have to look up from her firm breasts to answer her.

"Yeah, we're in our minds, so imagination seems to be the only limit," I tell her, thinking of her body slowly floating through the air towards me and grinning at her shocked expression as her feet leave the blank floor.

"And this is what you picture?" she asks me, recovering quickly from her surprise and waving at the emptiness around us.

Blinking, I realize I'd never really thought about it before. My surroundings have never been that important to me, always more concerned with whom I'm with. 

Lisa lands softly in my arms, and I tilt our world so that she's lying on top of me. Laughing, she kisses me softly on the lips, but the kiss doesn't stay soft for long. Hungrily, I press my tongue against her lips, until she opens up for me. I can feel her cheeks turning up in a smile as her arms slip under my neck and she straddles my hips, pulling us tighter together.

"How's this?" she asks me, breaking the kiss but still holding me with her slender body.

"You're an awesome kisser," I tell her honestly, not entirely sure of what she's asking me.

"Well, thanks, but I was referring to around us," she giggles again, and she feels delightful, our nude flesh pressed against each other.

Looking around, I see what I should have seen when she pulled away. A large tan tent surrounds us, and we're lying on a blow up mattress with red blankets. I can hear running water in the distance, and the clean scent of nature fills the air.

"My dad used to take me camping all the time," she answers my questioning look. "Since he died, I've never been back, but I miss it. I've never told you this, but you remind me of him in some ways, with how kind you are, and how respectful you are to everyone. I just thought. . . . I just thought it might be nice." I don't know what exactly to say in response, touched by her words, and I see her growing uncertain at my silence. "I'm sorry, it was a foolish—"

I cut her off with a firm kiss, pressing our lips together, before pulling away. "It's perfect," I tell her, smiling. I almost add that I wish I could have had the time to take her fishing, but decide not to ruin the moment.

The air mattress squeaks as Lisa molds her body fully to mine, her cheek presses to mine, and happily I hug her to me. I truly feel at peace for a few moments, as we do nothing more than hold each other tight. I know that the future will come, and more hardships will happen, but right now, right here in this tent in the Mens Mundi, I'm at peace.

"Lyden?" Lisa's voice is soft as she speaks directly into my ear, her sweet breath tickling my earlobe.

"Yes?" I ask, my eyes closed and enjoying the sound of the running water outside.

"Make love to me," her request shocks me only by its simple sincerity. She'd already made it clear she wanted to have sex, but the way she asks me this time, I know what she's after.

Gently rolling us over, I plant soft kisses along her neck and up her jaw line, until I reach her tender lips. Her hands slip between us, until she can grasp my hard phallus, and I moan quietly as her fingers begin a steady rhythm up and down my length. 

Moving my hands around her sides, I use my elbows to support my weight, until my fingertips brush along her nipples. Breaking the loving caress of our mouths, I slide down her body, and squeeze her firm breasts together, using my thumbs to turn the nipples inward, and latch onto both stiff rubbery nubs. 

Her hands move to the back of my head, her fingers digging into my hair, as I tease her sensitive areolas with my teeth, tongue, and lips. Her hips start to grind against my stomach, and I press my torso against her to give more friction, enjoying the increase in the volume of her moans.




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Her breathing grows heavy, and I know she's coming close, so I release one breast, and move my hand down to her already wet crotch. Her clitoris is easy to find in her aroused state, and the second I apply pressure directly to it, she gasps and shudders, climaxing. 

Lifting my eyes without letting go of her nipple, I smile at her, and slip my middle finger into her tight hole. She sucks in her bottom lips at the pleasure I'm giving her. Transferring to her other nipple, I slip my ring finger into her, and she begins to buck against me, closing her eyes and moaning softly. I use my thumb to rub her clit, and just as my wrist starts to get uncomfortable in this position, I feel her inner walls clamps down, and her voice fills the tent with her wails of bliss.

While she's still shuddering from her orgasm, I move the rest of the way down her body, until I can plant my mouth on her still quivering sex. My tongue immediately delves into her pouring hole, tasting her juices from the source, and driving my own levels of lust higher. 

Wrapping my arms around her legs, I suck hard on the sensitive nub at the top of her vagina, and pull her body back, while simultaneously getting into a sitting position. Her shoulders are now resting on my calves, her back pressed up against my chest, and her ass under my chin, while I sit and continue to taste her pussy. Moving my hands down, I massage her breasts, enjoying their soft firmness, while I continue to alternate between shoving my tongue as far into her as I can, and nibbling gently on her clit.

"Oh, Lyden! Holy shit, you eat me out better than a woman! Oh, oh, oh LYDEN!" Lisa cries out. The power of her climax and the strength in her core muscles is such that she's able to force me to lie back, and we end up tumbling off the air mattress.

Laughing, we pick ourselves back up, and I go to hug her, but she pushes me back onto the mattress.

"Enough foreplay, my love," she tells me hungrily, crawling up the mattress over me. "We need to fuck, and I need to feel you inside me."

"Anything for you," I tell her honestly.

When her face is above mine, she drops her head and pelvis while arching her back, both sets of her lips making contact with me at the same time. Her tongue dives forcefully between my lips, and I meet it with my own as they dance playfully at first, but growing more insistent as her slit slides up and down my cock without penetrating her.

Timing her movements just right, I tighten my lower muscles and drop my hips, then drive forward and penetrate her to the hilt.

"Ungh, oh fuck," she grunts, breaking the kiss, dropping her slight weight fully onto me, and hugging my head to hers. I drop my hands to her tiny rear, and pull her up slightly, while dropping my hips again. I hold like this for a couple seconds, only a couple inches inside her, then shove her down and thrust up, making her grunt again.

Her arms tighten around me, and I move mine up around her waist, but keep up the movement with my hips. Our bodies are tightly pressed together, only a slight sheen of sweat lubing us as we slide against each other in our lovemaking.

"I'm coming close, Lyden," she moans to me. "Cum with me, please. I want to feel you fill me up."

"Anything for you," I repeat, a tear breaking free from my eye.

Picking up my pace, I concentrating on her pleasure, and trying to drive my own enjoyment higher. I feel that familiar tingling in my stomach, and know I'm about to explode. Just because I know it no longer matters, I also think on making my sperm potent and virile. I want to give her everything I can in these final moments together.

Her velvety inner folds alternate between caressing and gripping my cock as she cries out incoherently, and I let loose with rope after rope of my semen, pouring it into her along with my love, and sorrow at her passing. 

Bittersweet are my feelings, as I convulse beneath her, my scrotum tightening, forcing out my seed, into a slowly fading Lisa.

"Don't be sad, my love," I hear her whisper to me from what seems like a great distance. "You have made me very happy, and I need you to be strong, because there are still many others who need you now."

That painful lump is back in my throat, and all I can do is nod. I refuse to blink as the martial artist that has always cheered me on and been able to lift my spirits slowly fades away.

Not until she is completely gone, do I close my eyes, roll over, and weep.

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Author's note: Garbonzo has once again done a great job at not only finding my grammatical errors, but making this story richer and less confusing. 



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 28



Lyden must deal with Lisa's passing, if he's going to be able to face the challenges before him. A promise to fulfill, friends to keep safe, and a fated meeting with the Pillar of Earth await Lyden in this chapter.

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The Earth Mother

A slight buzzing sound becomes insistent, growing steadily into alternating noises, which in turn become voices speaking insensibly. After a bit, the voices become understandable.

". . . been asleep for over a day."

"The Pillar of Earth is expecting us."

"I tried to see if he'd let me into his mind while sleeping, but instead I just had nightmares about that mountain stronghold."

"He needs to recover from saving us. It took a lot out of him. I don't know how he's going to handle Lisa's. . . ."

I'm not ready to hear the rest of that yet, and force myself deeper into my own consciousness.

"You need to face it sooner or later," an unknown, but slightly familiar, voice informs directly in my mind.

"What the—" I sit up, looking around. It takes me a bit to recognize the inside of the Orange Bubble due to a couple changes. A burbling fountain is new, and there is now a large metal cage in one corner, Emmet huddled up in the bottom, hugging his knees, his foot heavily bandaged.

"You're awake," Brooke says carefully, leaning over me in the large bed, and placing the back of her hand against my forehead. "How do you feel?"

A piece of something I'd heard floats through my mind, and I answer, "Like I've been asleep for over a day." Gently I brush the assassin's hand away, and begin rubbing my temples. My whole body aches, and my head throbs, but I force myself to deal with it. I have more important things to do right now.

"Lyden. . . ." Brooke's voice trails off hesitantly, and she refuses to look at me as I crawl out of bed. Someone had at least seen fit to put me in a pair of boxers.

"I know," I tell her. "Lisa's gone." Walking over to the wardrobe, I'm glad I decided to restock it with some normal clothes, as I get dressed. "Areth, when does Gaia expect me?"

"She told me to come when you were ready," the pixie states, poking her head out of the pool at the bottom of the fountain. Even she seems to be walking on eggshells around me. Is she worried that I'll be angry about her changing my car even further after I'd told her not to? Angela abandoned me again. As long as the only changes are necessary, then I can't find it in myself right now to object. Part of me wonders what the succubus felt when the fountain was created inside a portion of her soul.

"Look everyone—" I start, but Brooke cuts me off.

"Lyden, you need to grieve. Acting like this isn't healthy." Brooke's hand grips my shoulder and she tries to pull me into a hug.

Pulling away, I hold her at arm's length.

She's right son. You need to take some time—

"I'll grieve when I have time," I tell her firmly, and mentally cut off the voice of my father. "Lisa asked me to be strong. I know I've been a bit down and hard to live with, but thanks to Lisa, I realize how selfish I was being."

"Lyden, no—" Jennifer states, stepping forward.

"Stop, all of you, just stop," I state, raising my voice, trying to stamp down the emotions that are threatening to overwhelm me. "Inside I'm torn up and empty at losing Lisa. I loved her, just as I love all of you. I'll deal with that loss when I have the time. Right now, Aldol is trying to destroy both worlds, and I need to meet with Gaia in order to get her help in stopping it. What is it, Areth?" The whole time I'd been speaking, she'd been trying to interrupt.

"Gaia wants all of us to go, not just you," the golden fairy informs me, taking to the air and dripping water below her.

I glance at those around me, noting that everyone who'd been a part of the ordeal with the Paladonic Knights is here. Jewkes and Jennifer are standing next to the cage with Emmet, guarding him. Brooke is slowly moving her hand through the water in the fountain.

"But the laws against humans going to your world," Becky states, talking for the first time since I woke up. Her eyes are bloodshot, and it's obvious she's been crying a lot. Walking over to the short brunette, I pull her into my arms. Her arms pull me tighter to her, as she presses her face against my chest. Brooke frowns at me, and I realize I'd turned away her hug. I know I'm going to pay for that later. As Becky cries silently, I look to the fairy, waiting for an answer to Becky's question.

"Gaia said she wants all of us," she says, surprisingly landing on Becky's shoulder, getting it wet and patting her head consolingly. What's gotten into the fairy while I was asleep? When did she begin caring? "The Earth Mother even wants these giant humans for some reason."

Becky actually laughs slightly at the fairy's remark, and pulls away from my arms. For a moment the emptiness had been a little less empty while she'd held me, but as she steps away, my emotions threaten to overwhelm me again. I stamp them down, locking them away for later.

Son—

"What are we going to do about him?" I ask, looking to Emmet and ignoring Shemhazau.

"You might as well kill me and get it over with," the man states, lifting his balding head and glaring at me.

"I'm not going to kill you," I tell him firmly. "You helped me escape and we're not sadistic monsters, no matter what your order might think."

"But you're a monster from the other world. You killed the Grand Meister, and were going to kill my brethren," he protests weakly.

"They were trying to kill me," I remind him. "When given another option, I spared them. I might be able to turn into a monster, but that doesn't make one."

Emmet turns away from me, ignoring my statement.

"He's been like that ever since you released him," Jewkes says. "We can't leave him behind while we're gone, and we can't let him go. He's too dangerous."

"Have you been able to go home?" I ask him, and then turn to look at everyone. "Have any of you?"

"No," Richard answers my question. "They know who we are. We figured it wasn't safe, and since there's enough room here, even if it's a bit cramped, we've kept on the move."

"What about your wife?" I ask him, worried for the older woman that Angela had once mimicked.

The man grimaces, and I notice his eyes dart towards Jennifer before looking back at me. "I told her I was on an extended stakeout. Hopefully that'll hold off on anyone looking to get to me through her."

"We're not evil enough to attack the innocent!" Emmet protests indignantly from his cage.

"Lisa was innocent!" I yell, suddenly enraged, and then have to calm myself as I see the man's eyes open wide in terror. "She was completely human, but that didn't stop your Grand Meister from using her as a hostage or slitting her throat."

The captive man works his jaw for a few moments, trying to come up with something to say, before spinning around, and sitting back down. Apparently he has no argument. The healer can't even claim it was in self-defense, because he'd been inside me, and knows that my promise to leave without harming anyone had been sincere.

Turning back to Jewkes, I ask, "Ready to go on another adventure, then? Sounds like you're all invited." I likely sound happier than I really feel, and hope it doesn't sound as forced as it is. I hate having anyone else going into danger with me, but I'm beyond trying to fight it anymore.

"Not going to ask me?" Jennifer asks with an edge to her tone. "How sexist of you, Lyden."

A laugh bubbles up from my chest before I can stop it. "Like you'd pass up the opportunity to grab my monster cock again!"

She stares at me for a moment before laughing, and soon everyone with the exception of our prisoner is smiling.

"It was quite the monster in your other form, too!" Jennifer chortles.

"I assume we need to use the elevator?" I ask Areth, glad to have had an actual reason to smile. It's not often I can get one past the large-chested woman.

"The elevator?" she repeats, lifting up from Becky's shoulder and heading back to the fountain. "Do you really think I was able to get a dragon through that thing?" She laughs, splashing herself merrily. "You are a dolt! No, Gaia made me a gateway closer to her home when I first went to go see her."

Well, at least she's no longer tip-toeing around me.

"Hey, how did you find me back there, anyway?" I ask, wondering about the fairy's fortuitous arrival at the Paladonic Knight's base.

"Well, after I helped make arrangements for your dragon girlfriend, I came back and sensed you up in the mountains." I wonder if she could sense me, or the portions of her soul that reside within me. "When I realized you were partying with those wicked knights, I knew you'd need a dashing heroine to come save your giant arse!" I can't help but smile at her attitude, and even have to stifle a laugh when she sticks her tongue out at Emmet.

I notice even Becky breaks a tremulous smile.

"If you're done saving my massive hind-quarters, then let's get going," I tell her with a not-quite-forced smile.

"Sure, we just have one stop to make first," she tells me, but I turn to face Brooke.

She tries to walk away from me, but I catch her and turn her to face me.

"It's okay," she tells me, her green eyes blazing in contradiction with her words. "She needs you more right now. I understand." She pulls away from me, and I try to turn her back, but Becky grabs me, hugging me tightly.

I know my childhood friend is hurt, but she's right. Becky does need me more at the moment.

We hold each other for a bit, imparting what comfort we can to each other, until my car comes to a stop.

"So what's this other stop we need to make?" I ask, finally getting curious.

"Master?" a familiar voice asks, as my car door opens. "Master!" Sheila is suddenly next to Becky and I, prostrating herself on her knees and hugging my legs.

"We needed to get her?" I ask, uncomfortable with my ex-boss's behavior in front of everyone. I catch Emmet sneering from his cage.

"Have I displeased you, Master?" Sheila suddenly wails. She lets go of my legs, and prostrates herself on the floor. "Punish me, Master! I need to be punished."

"No," I quickly tell her, blood rushing to my face in embarrassment. "I would rather you stay safe here, than going back to the Shadow World," I reassure her, placing my hand under her chin and guiding her to her feet. "No punishment is necessary." I see her eyes drop in disappointment. "Yet," I add, with a light tap on her rear to appease her. I try my best to ignore the knowing looks I'm getting.

"Personally, I could use an excuse to get out," Thomas says as he steps in, Ondine directly on his heels. For some reason, the mermaid doesn't look too pleased as she stays in the older man's shadow. "Sheila, your replacement at work is ugly, and I swear he only bathes once a week."

"Is AnnaBelle coming too?" I ask, wondering if everyone who's had any part in this adventure will be along for this trip.

"I called her," Thomas states, giving Emmet an odd stare in his cage, "but apparently her Reverend has disappeared, and she's had to step up to cover for him in his absence." The older man turns to me, and gives me a significant look. We both know who Reverend Michael Chilton really is, and I suspect I know why he's really vanished. AnnaBelle refused to accept that the man is truly the demon Marchosias. I still don't understand why a demon would pretend to be a man of God.

"Well, if this is everybody, then we'd better get moving," I state, heading for the driver's seat. Even though I can't really drive the Orange Bubble anymore, sometimes I just feel more in command when sitting here. "Where to, Areth?"

The four-inch woman lands lightly on my shoulder, soaking it, and I follow her directions out of town towards the portal. We pull over by a large farmer's field as the sun begins setting, and the pixie grabs something, zooming out the door.

Through the distortion of my windshield, I can make her out placing a shiny object in front of my headlights, and a moment later, the air in front of my car begins to shimmer and brighten. The Orange Bubble moves forward and the late evening light becomes full daytime as we pass through the portal. Areth re-enters the car, and I see she was carrying a prism. That must have been what caused the shimmering.

"I'm glad we had your lights," she tells me, landing on my opposite shoulder. Thankfully she's dry this time. "We would have had to wait for morning, otherwise."

"Where have you taken me, beast?" Emmet demands from his cage, fear staining his voice.

"Over the rainbow," I tell him, smiling at my own little joke. He apparently doesn't like my sense of humor.

"You have a promise to keep," the pixie states, and I groan as I realize what she's referring to. Despite the distortion of my windshield, I know what creature is in front of us.

"Aren't there more important things we need to be about?" I ask, not liking this one bit.

"Do you really want to go face Gaia with a broken promise in your heart?" the golden woman asks me a bit too merrily. She's receiving too much enjoyment from this. "Besides, your dragon girlfriend is right there waiting for you."

Looking out, I stare at the massive blue object, and know that it's the female dragon Areth brought into. . . . Wait a minute. . . .

"Areth, this is all your fault!" I proclaim, glaring at her indignantly.

"Perhaps," she concedes, not seeming in the least bit apologetic, "but that doesn't change the fact that you need to go out there and do perverted things with your newest girlfriend."

While I admit that she's right, I don't let up on my glare until I get out of the Orange Bubble.

Blue looks down at me, and somehow I can tell she's not happy. Considering she stands about twelve feet tall, and has a mouth full of very sharp teeth, I feel a little unsettled. It takes a great deal of effort to change forms—still worn out from yesterday and nothing to fully recharge my system—and I leave a small crater behind me, using the mass of the ground for my current shape. Odd, how I hadn't noticed that the first time I'd changed. Luckily every time I make the change, it gets easier.

The less said about the next few hours the better. Suffice to say that it was violent, slightly bloody on both ends, but I did my duty and have plenty of energy. As Areth had said, I did a lot of perverted things to Blue. For her part, Blue was surprised to find herself fully healed after the culmination of our mating.

For my part. . . . Naw, nevermind. I'm going to just block out those hours from my memory.

I am however, surprised when Blue follows me back to my car, and sticks with me after changing back into my usual human body with clothing. Thankfully I have plenty of energy for that!

"I did what I needed to," I state, wondering if there was something I had missed. "Why is she following me now?"

"We know you did," Jennifer laughs lewdly. "We could hear it from here. I didn't realize she was a growler . . . or was that you?"

Despite myself, I can feel my cheeks blushing at the bawdy woman's remarks.

"Dragon's don't lay their eggs for at least a couple months after mating," Ondine states, talking for the first time, her voice subdued for some reason. What's happened to her over the last few days? She'd been so happy when Thomas agreed to take her in, but she seems withdrawn now. "It looks like you've gotten yourself another loyal follower." Her melancholy tone makes that sound like a bad thing.

Looking back up at Blue, part of me is happy to have her on my side. The more rational part of me wonders what on Earth, or the Shadow World, I'm going to do with a dragon.

Knowing that there is little I can do about it at the moment, I get back into my car. Continuing to follow Areth's directions, my car jounces as it travels over rough ground. By the time we come upon a large city, a lone mountain peak rising out of its center to tower into the clouds, everyone with the exception of the wounded Paladonic Healer is ready to get out and walk.

"Gaia has promised us safe passage," Areth states, as we step out, and look at the buildings that make up the city. Every building looks as if it was carved straight from the ground. Solid rock walls with veins of marble, gold, silver, and every other rock and mineral, surround windows and doorways. Grass grows on almost every building.

"What do we do about him?" Jewkes asks, tilting his head towards our prisoner.

"The Earth Mother requests that he come along as well," a new gravelly voice states, and I spin around, hand on Murasame's hilt ready to do battle as Blue growls menacingly behind me. I become a little hesitant when I see the speaker. "Relax generator, I am sent to guide you to the Earth Mother." The thing is made entirely of rocks, with what appears to be mud or clay for joints, and stands an easy ten feet tall.

"Golems are Gaia's elite force," Brooke says, placing her hand atop mine, and I have to force myself to let go of my sword's hilt.

"Awe, I wanted to see who would win," Areth pouts, but gets over it quickly as she flies up to the thing's head and sits down. "George here, is Gaia's head general."

"George?" I ask. The thing doesn't look like a George.

"He doesn't have his own name, no golem does, so I named him George," the fairy informs me haughtily.

"You couldn't have come up with something like Rocky?" Jennifer asks, sizing up the golem.

"Hmph," Areth grumps, before turning and pointing the way into the city. "Onward, George." She commands, and the golem obeys her. Despite his large size, the being walks silently.

Jewkes quickly unlocks Emmet's cage—where had he gotten a key?—and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, cuffing the man's wrists. "No funny business and I can guarantee you won't have any problems from us," the officer informs him. Richard has to help the wounded man walk, until Areth notices and commands George to carry Emmet.

The man squeaks in panic as he's hoisted into the air, and I can see him trying desperately to scramble out of the Golem's arms, but George implacably keeps a hold of him—holding the man much as an adult carries a small rambunctious baby—until Emmet calms down. The whole scene is rather comical to watch, and I even catch Becky smiling smugly at the wounded man.

Until now, I'd never considered how she must feel, having one of the order that's responsible for her friend's death with us, but from the almost malicious glee she's receiving while watching Emmet struggle, I wonder if I'm going to have to protect him from her, or if I'm even willing to. We all know Emmet wasn't responsible for Lisa's death, and we likely wouldn't have made it away if not for his help, but that doesn't make him a friend, either. Who knows what dark acts he'd performed in the past against creatures from this world?

"Come on, Blue," I state, turning to face the dragon. "I'll feel a lot safer with you at my back." She lowers her large head, nuzzling my shoulder as we begin walking. When she keeps doing it after a few steps, I realize she wants me to ride her. It takes me a couple minutes to figure out the best way to climb safely onto her back, but once up here, I get a good view of the city. George isn't the only golem in sight, as they can be seen patrolling many of the streets. As I've noticed in other populated places here in the Shadow World, there are more creatures than I know how to describe or recognize, all around us. I spot two large orcs at one point, but they shy away from our group, giving sullen glares to George and Blue.

"Where were you the last time I crossed paths with orcs?" I ask the dragon beneath me sarcastically. Whether she understands me or not, she just continues crawling after the golem.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 28



We receive a number of stares as we pass through the busy streets, and I hear a number of mumblings about humans, and curiosity about what's going on, but every creature we pass gives George and Blue a wide berth, and we pass through the streets unmolested on our way to the mountain peak. I receive the most stares, and comments; apparently someone riding on the back of a dragon is unheard of or very rare.

"Is that how you mounted her earlier?" Jennifer asks me, arching one eyebrow. "No wonder she was making so much noise. I figured that after your skill at mounting me, you'd know how to mount such a large and magnificent creature."

Jewkes gives the woman an odd look, a cross between confusion and shock. He probably has no idea how large she used to be.

"You were no easy conquest," I shoot back at the large breasted woman, "and you bucked a lot more. But I seem to recall your only complaint being how sore you were afterwards."

She laughs loudly, enjoying our little back and forth. I see Richard approach Thomas and ask him something, and from my coworker's hand gestures, he's describing what Jennifer used to look like. The officer gives me an odd look afterwards, and I can only chuckle inside, wondering what he must think of me. I don't miss that Ondine is directly behind Thomas, head down and sullenly walking. I'm going to have to ask Brooke to find out what's going on with her.

After about half an hour of walking, the ground noticeably slopes upwards, and the golem leads us towards a doorway in the side of a brown rock building.

George turns to Blue, addressing the dragon directly for the first time. A series of growls comes from the rock creature that Blue seems to understand, and she turns to indicate I should climb down. As soon as my feet touch solid ground, Blue picks up Emmet up with her teeth as George proffers the balding man, and begins to climb the outside of the mountain. The poor healer becomes apoplectic, and hyperventilates before passing out. I'd feel bad for the man, if Lisa's death weren't still so fresh in my heart.

"Your girlfriend is taking him up," Areth announces, "to where we'll meet Gaia. I know the way from here, George. Thank you!"

We follow the fairy inside, and I can immediately see why Blue had to take a different route. The hallways are just too small for the female dragon. For that matter, even the golem would have a hard time walking down this hallway.

Glowing moss adorns the rock walls, providing an eerie green light—at least, I think it's green—and we walk in silence. I can't speak for the others, but I actually start to feel a bit claustrophobic, as though I can feel the weight of the Earth all around us. The floor gently slopes upwards, and at least it's smooth.

I note that I'm not the only one to breathe a sigh of relief when we enter a large round chamber, numerous doors around the outside, and a balcony with Blue sitting contentedly sunning herself. At her front paws, Emmet lies unconscious.

"Gaia will be with you shortly," a voice rings out. It takes me a moment to identify the source of the speaker, and I have to shake my head once I finally do. What I had at first taken to be an ugly statue in the center of the room, is in reality a gargoyle. The thing stands so still, that even though I know it was the one that talked, I have a hard time believing it. "Please rest in your rooms, someone will be along shortly to see to any needs you may have. Your rooms are marked with your names, and no one but the owner may enter." The stone creature stretches its wings and waddles off.

"What now?" Becky asks, coming to my side, and holding my hand.

"We do as the gargoyle suggested," I state, already seeing a door with my name on it. 'Lyden' is written in quartz atop one door, and looking around, I see the names of my other companions on other doors. Everyone except Annabelle's name that is. I find that peculiar, though. How did she know Annabelle wouldn't be with us? For that matter, how did she know Emmet would?

"I'll come with you," Becky says, following me, but when I step through, she lets go of my arm. I turn to see what's going on, and notice that her hands and arms are pressed flat against an invisible force, keeping her out.

"What's going on?" I ask, stepping out and noting that nothing tries to stop me.

"The gargoyle said we can only enter our own rooms," Brooke states as she comes out of her room, and tries to enter Jennifer's room next to hers. She is stopped before she can pass the threshold.

"I don't want to be alone," Becky wines, and I can feel my heart break for her.

"Gaia wants us split up for a bit," I say, wondering what the Pillar of Earth's motives are, but knowing I'm right. "She promised us safe passage. Stay out here if you like, but I could use a shower. I can't remember the last time I felt clean." I hug the short brunette to me briefly, enjoying the feeling of her arms tightening around me.

I notice Thomas glaring angrily at his doorframe, as Ondine's unable to follow him into his room. He'd better be treating her right, I think to myself, pulling Becky tighter to me. I know I could treat the short brunette better right now, but I really want to wash away the day's events.

"I love you," I murmur as I pull away, and smile reassuringly as I pull away and enter my room.

Closing the heavy door behind me, I head straight for what I had seen upon entering: a very modern looking standup shower. The walls look to be made of smooth gems, and I wonder how much wealth resides in just this one shower.

Stripping off my clothes, I turn on the water, and then groan in delight as steam begins to fill the open space. A porous rock sits on a shelf, and I guess correctly that it's there for cleaning. I begin to scrape off what feels like years of dirt and debris from my skin and soul.

"I can see why so many women follow you," a rich feminine voice states confidently, startling me, and making me drop the cleaning rock. "Hmm, it's a good thing this isn't one of your prisons, or you'd be in trouble for dropping that soap."

"Who are you?" I gasp, trying to cover myself, until I see she's only gaining more mirth at my attempts, and I finally just stand there, letting her get an eyeful. Looking at her, I can't deny she's attractive, with her dark rich skin the color of newly turned earth, and eyes equally as brown. She's not exactly skinny, but well-proportioned nonetheless, with broad shoulders and wide hips.

"Didn't the gargoyle inform you that someone would be along to see to any needs you might have?" She has on a slight smile, and I realize that the statue had mentioned this.

"Well, I'm fine," I state, not missing the fact that she keeps looking at my package. "You can see to the others, if you want."

"Oh, I can, can I?" she chortles. "They are being seen to already, young generator. I was the one lucky enough to be able to service you." The way she says that, makes me think the wrong kind of thoughts, and I can't help but grow a little hard down below. Naturally she doesn't miss this, either. "I could scrub your . . . back, if you like." Her hesitation makes me think she was going to offer to scrub something else.

Part of me wants to accept her offer, if only to wash away what transpired between Blue and me earlier, but I feel guilty after having turned Becky away, even if I really didn't have much choice.

"Thank you," I try to let her down gently, "but I can manage on my own."

"Interesting," the woman states, tapping her lips with one finger. "The fairy said you were quite the pervert, and grew stronger through sexual interactions, yet you turn me down. Am I not pleasing to you?" She emphasizes her question by removing her earth-toned clothing, revealing ample breasts topped by dark nipples that are already hard. Her crotch is clean, except for a small patch of. . . . No way. . . . Looking closer, I have to admit that there is a slight patch of very short grass just above her pussy lips. Is this some kind of Earth nymph?

Realizing I'm staring, I look back up to meet her laughing eyes. There is no hiding the reaction my cock is having to the sight of her luscious body.

"Apparently I am pleasing to you. Could it be, then, that you aren't just a sex crazed creature of incubus origins?" As she continues to talk, she walks over to the shower, and steps in. "Well, just because you don't want me to wash your back, doesn't mean I don't want you to wash mine."

There really isn't enough room for the both of us in here, and as she turns her back towards me. Her soft rear presses against my cock, and I can't stop from moaning at the touch.

Despite the lack of blood flow to my mind at the moment, I can't help but wonder at the way she's acting and her choices in words.

"You're Gaia," I state, knowing I'm right. She is too knowledgeable for some simple servant.

"Oh, you guessed it," she states, turning and winking at me. "Now then, I'm serious about you washing my back." She wiggles her rump against me, my schlong nestles between her cheeks feeling great, but I don't yet move to do as she demands.

"But why?" I ask. "Why the act, the subterfuge?"

Sighing heavily, she rests her forehead against one rock wall before answering. "I needed to know that you aren't someone controlled simply by his cock. Some incubuses are nothing more than sex-crazed creatures, and while you're not truly an incubus, you share a lot of traits with them, your father having been the king of the succubae. If I'm to help you battle against the creature from outside our dimension, then I needed to know more about you. Thus far, you have satisfied me that you, as a person, are worth helping." She begins to grind against me in earnest now, and I have to plant my feet and grip the walls to stop myself from tipping over, or ripping into her. "Now I need you to prove to me that you're strong enough to fight the outsider, as a generator."

Her knees are bending and straightening, causes the two globes of her glutious maximus to slide up and down the length of my manhood. I understand what she's after now. Having sex with her will mean she'll get a portion of my soul, and know my worth, but it also means I'll get a portion of hers, and her power.

Becky and the others will just have to understand.

Despite how good she feels right now, and how much I undeniably want to just shove my phallus directly into her, I decide to play along with her original ruse. I begin to wash her back. Using the rock soap, I dig my fingers into her supple skin, massaging while I clean.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful," she tells me, her already deep feminine voice growing deeper with desire, "but wouldn't you rather clean me in other places?" She wiggles her rump again, making sure I understand her meaning clearly. "Inside me, maybe?"

"I'll get there," I try to tell her smoothly, but ruin it with a slight moan at the end. She really does feel good. My hands go to work on her shoulders, and I note with some small surprise that she doesn't have any knots in her muscles. Regardless, I work my way down her arms until I reach her hands. There is an unmistakable heat growing between us, but I try to ignore it as my hands go to her hips.

"Yes, just shove it in me," she moans, but it turns to a groan when I push her slightly away from me in order to turn her around. Her eyes meet mine, and there is no mistaking the lust and desire behind the brown orbs, but I do my best to ignore it, while my hands go to work on the tops of her ample breasts. Our eyes remain locked, as her hands go to my groin, and once again I can't stop the groan that escapes me as her hands grip my hard length, and begin working up and down. One hand rubs the sensitive underside of my cock making my legs twitch in pleasure, while the other works the shaft, and without realizing it, my thumbs are working on her stiff nipples, each of us moaning, each of us wanting more, but somehow I still hold back. I have no idea where I gain the willpower, but I continue on with the massage.

With great effort, I move my hands down to her stomach, and even use my finger to sensuously clean her deep belly-button. She's not fat by any means, but she does have some nice curves, and I allow my hands to explore them. She ups her game, by removing the hand that'd been working my knob, and moving it to my scrotum, gently massaging the two orbs inside.

I'm the one to finally break eye contact, as I squat down in the small space, and begin washing her legs. My eyes are now level with her crotch, and there is no mistaking the fine grass growing at the top of her swollen lips. More than just water streams down her firm legs, and there is no mistaking how aroused the Pillar of Earth is.

My fingers dig into the strong flesh of her thighs as I continue to wash her. Even though my own thighs are growing stiff while squatting down like this, I take my time, drawing out the tension that is still building within her.

When I can no longer pretend to be washing her, I move my hands to her hot pussy. I start by lightly tickling her grass, and enjoying the throaty moan she lets out. I then move to massage her outer labia, making the Earth Mother moan louder. Using my thumbs to press them together, I quickly pull them apart and press my lips against them, making her gasp, and this time it's her that has to grip the walls to hold herself up as I suck hard on her inner lips, and run my tongue between them. She tastes like a fresh mountain stream, crisp and clean, though definitely warmer and thicker.

Shoving my tongue deep into her hole brings forth more moans and gasps, before I press firmly against her sex, and lick my way up to her clit. As soon as my tongue touches that magical button, power and strength crash into me as she has her first orgasm. The cramping in my legs vanishes, as I have to fight hard to remember who and what I am. I'd forgotten just how powerful the orgasms of the pillars can be, and I have to wrestle with the new energy in order to keep from being overwhelmed.

Standing back up, I place two fingers of my right hand against her pussy, and vigorously rub her clit, while latching onto her left nipple with my mouth, and my left hand reaches around to grab her delightful rear.

"Oh, you are good, young man," Gaia croons, her fingers digging into my hair and pulling me tighter to her breast a moment before a second orgasm overtakes her, and once again I'm struggling to stay in control of my sanity. Thankfully it's a little easier this time, as I have the strength from her first orgasm to buttress myself. "Oh, you aregood!"

As soon as she comes down from this one, she pushes me out of the shower, grabs my wrist, and hauls me out into a sitting room. She leads me over to a low bench, climbs on top on all fours with her ample hind end facing me, giving it a wiggle. "Enough foreplay, I want the whole thing!" she demands with a look at my raging cock, and I'm no longer in any mood to delay.

Stepping forward, I slide my entire length into her in one motion, moaning loudly as my balls slap against her cunt and my pelvis against her cheeks. Her insides writhe around my conforming length, and for just a few seconds I stay motionless, enjoying how good she feels around my shifting member.

"What are you waiting for?" She asks me, pulling forward, and then slamming herself back against me. I take the hint, gripping her hips, and guiding her next movement, slamming even harder into her tight channel. With each powerful thrust, I can feel the tip of my cock hitting her womb and making her grunt.

Lifting my right hand, I can't help but smile as I realize how tightly I was gripping her, leaving behind light marks in her dark skin where my fingers were. Placing my thumb against her anus, I slowly apply pressure, until I'm in to the knuckle. I can feel my cock separated from my digit by a thin piece of flesh as we continue to screw.

"Oh, that feels good," she moans, throwing her head back, and slamming against me even harder. A slight sheen of sweat replaces the moisture from the shower on her dark skin, and I can tell she's getting close to another orgasm.

When it comes, I'm prepared, and don't even slow down as I drive into her quivering quim. What I don't expect are the images that begin to flood my mind with this orgasm. I see creatures from all over both worlds, some frightened as earthquakes rock the ground and volcanoes go off, and some rejoicing as previously fallow fields suddenly sprout food, trees blossom, and a farmer walks out to find his corn stalks standing almost twenty feet tall with corncobs to match.

Wondering if what I'm seeing is happening because I'm in the middle of making the Earth Mother scream in ecstasy, or if these are past events, I pull out.

Gaia flips onto her back, and begins to vigorously rub her coochy with abandon. "Oh, you know how to please a woman, but I think it's time you finish before we affect the world anymore. Shove it in my ass, young generator, and let's see how long you can last."

Knowing she's right, and also knowing that I really want to get off, I place my legs on either side of the bench, and aim my rod for her puckered back hole. It takes me a couple of tries before I get the angle just right, but when my head slips past her sphincter, we both stop, delighting in the sensation. She is incredibly tight, and if she hadn't been so wet from her orgasms, as well as her fluids dripping down from her pussy, I don't know if I would have been able to make it inside this orifice.

I know she's ready for me to continue when she slips two fingers into her cunny, and I slip the rest of my length into her. Perceiving that I need to finish quickly, but wanting to make sure that she gains the most pleasure possible, I use my ability to amplify her enjoyment, placing my hands on her breasts and rubbing her stiff nipples.

Her eyes roll back in her head as I slide my entire length up her colon. Her insides writhe against me, and I moan in delight. Her hand picks up its pace, heatedly frigging herself, and I can feel her insides quiver as she starts to come close once again. Knowing that I'm not far behind, I pick up my own tempo, pulling out, and then slamming back into her rear, twisting her nipples and mauling her breasts. Sweat drips from my brows as I lose myself in the pleasure of her grasping anal cavity and soon find myself shooting deep into her bowels, while she cries out in her own heaven. Our mutual orgasms crash against each other, building and climbing until I can no longer tell where mine ends and hers tries to overwhelm me.

Reality begins to surround me once more, and I find my head resting on something firm but soft. Looking up, I see Gaia's dark eyes smiling down at me.

"Well, I must say that went better than I expected. If you fuck all your women that well, no wonder they stick with you. No, I know they each love you dearly as well. It's part of you being a generator," she tells me as I sit up. She grimaces slightly as I pull out of her, some of my cum following my cock's exodus and staining the bench. "I don't know if you're strong enough to face the outsider, but I think you're our only hope."

We get dressed in silence, as I ponder her words. She'd called Aldol an outsider, and I guess that makes sense, seeing as how it's not from our dimension. Her words about not knowing if I'm strong enough bothers me, but I know I'll do my best no matter what happens.

"Meet me back in the lobby," she states as she walks directly for one wall. "We have a lot to discuss." Without stopping, Gaia walks through the rock wall and vanishes.

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Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, that takes a fair amount of time out of my daily life to write. If you're enjoying this, then please leave a comment telling me what you like or don't like about the story. If you're not enjoying my story, then why are you still reading it up to this chapter?




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 28



Of course, I have to take this moment to also thank Garbonzo. The man works hard to find the mistakes I make, as well as enrich this story.

I know there are a lot of complaints about the amount of time it takes me to put chapters out, or even how short they are. All I can say is that I'm trying. Like I said, this takes a lot of time out of my busy life, and I'm not getting paid to do this. I do it because I enjoy it, and I hope you do as well. 



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 29



You'd think by now that Lyden would be accustomed to being used by beings more powerful than him. Unfortunately, Gaia has a mission for him, but not before she reveals two bits of news that may prove to be Lyden's undoing.

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Putting Out Fires

I can't believe I just had sex with Mother Earth, and now I have to go out there and have a meeting with her in front of everybody, I think inwardly as I walk to the door leading from my room.

Pausing before opening the door, I rest my head on my arm against the wall and freeze.

"I don't know, she won't talk to me either," Brooke's voice comes to me loud and clear. Somehow I can sense everyone except Jewkes, Thomas, and Ondine on the other side. I can't see them, precisely, but I know where they are in the lobby outside. Apparently Gaia hasn't made it out there yet.

Gaia. . . . Is this a new ability, after screwing her? If so, then that would mean she also has this ability, and nothing we say will be private from her. In fact, her ability is likely a lot stronger. That's something I'll have to keep in mind.

"I don't like it," Sheila says firmly, surprising me with her vehemence. "She was never what I'd call happy, but she's acting like a beat puppy."

"You're one to talk," Jennifer scoffs. "I remember how you used to treat your employees. You were harsh and unforgiving."

"That's how I recognize the behavior in Ondine," my slave defends herself. "Besides, Lyden changed that in me. I don't know why I never understood that about myself before, but with him, I can really be myself."

"We all can," Becky speaks up, and I sense her pacing back and forth in the other room. "Have any of you ever noticed that Lyden treats each of us differently, and yet he is always true to who he is? He never comes across as fake."

"You mean how he tries to act smarter around you," Brooke states, "or like a master with Sheila. It's hard not to notice, but like you said, he isn't being false with any of us."

"Or how he tries to act tough with you, Brooke, while at the same time be caring," Jennifer says. "I think I still make him feel uncomfortable at times, but he's a good solid man. Don't you dare tell him I said that!" That's an understatement, I think, about her making me uncomfortable. I'm getting better at handling her lewdness, though. "He's getting better at dealing with my powerful sexual wiles, though. I may have to up my game with him."

The women laugh, even Becky, and I smile inwardly. What am I going to do with the large-chested woman? She's quite literally more than a handful.

"What are you going to do about your pregnancy?" Brooke asks. Do I sense a bit of wistfulness in her tone? "Have you even talked to him about it?"

"Master made it clear that it's my choice," Sheila responds, and I perk my ears up. "I never really saw my life with kids before, and with all the craziness going on right now, I really don't know what to think. Is it even a good idea to bring kids into this world right now?"

"I know Lyden will love them no matter what," Becky says confidently.

"But what if they turn out to be real monsters?" Brooke interjects. "That's the problem with having mixed race parenting. As long as it's human with human, or mermaid with mermaid, there isn't a chance of something freakish coming out, but when a generator and human, or mermaid, or whatever else. . . ."

"Stop it!" Becky shouts, startling even me. "Can't you see what you're doing to Sheila?" I sense that my slave is crying, and wonder what's going through her mind at the moment.

"I'm sorry," Brooke states, as she walks over to Sheila. "I wasn't thinking. To be honest, I wish I was in your place. I'm a bit jealous, actually." The redhead bends over and hugs my ex-boss. It's quiet for a moment.

"None of this addresses what's going on with Ondine, or what we're going to do about him," Becky states, and somehow I know she's referring to Emmet. The man appears to be awake now, sitting on the opposite side of the room from the balcony where Blue is still sunning herself.

"Lyden won't let him be harmed," Jennifer says quietly.

"Perhaps we should just take care of him while Lyden's getting cleaned up," Brooke adds in with anger. "After the way they tortured me, I see no reason to let him live. We could toss him off the balcony, and claim it was an accident. Maybe he woke up terrified, and ran in the wrong direction."

It hurts to hear the redhead speak like this. I know they hurt her, and many of them paid for that in our escape, but Emmet isn't the one to take that out on. Surprisingly, I'm not the only one to feel that way.

"No, Lyden would know the truth, and as much as I hate him and his kind, Lyden was right when he said that he wasn't to blame." Becky's voice is soft yet firm as she speaks; surprising me, as I'd expected her to be the most vehement in killing the Paladonic Healer. "The one responsible for killing Lisa is dead, thanks to Lyden. From what I've been able to gather, this man is a healer, not a killer."

"Just because a shark doesn't bite and eat you, doesn't mean you shouldn't clear out any that come into your grotto," Brooke says, and I realize it's about time I went out there.

Opening the door, everyone looks my way. Becky smiles tremulously, while Brooke looks embarrassed. Jennifer just gives me a once over, then winks suggestively.

Walking over to Brooke, I surprise her by pulling her into a hug. She tries to pull away, but with my current strength after being with Gaia, she doesn't stand a chance and finally gives up.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to her. "I know they hurt you, and I haven't really been much support since they did that to you. There is no excuse for me not treating you better, and I'm truly sorry."

Brooke's arms tighten around me, and I can feel my shirt growing wet with her tears. "Areth is right," she mumbles against my neck, "you are a dolt. You had a lot of other things to worry about and deal with."

"Yes, many other things to worry about," a new voice chimes in, and I immediately recognize Gaia's earthy tones. "Things like the destruction of everything we know, and how on my Earth you're going to stop a being made of pure light that can control almost anyone it wants."

Brooke uses my distraction to pull away suddenly, straightening her clothing as though she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing.

"Gaia!" Areth yells excitedly, zooming over to the Pillar of Earth and fluttering around the dark-skinned woman's head. When had the fairy entered the room?

"Ah, to be as carefree as the fairies," Gaia says wistfully, before turning back to face Brooke. "Young mermaid, things may well get worse before the end. I have no doubt, however, that you're strong enough to handle it."

"Thank you," the mermaid says, bowing to the Pillar of Earth and blushing deeply enough to match her red hair at the powerful compliment.

Doors open and close as Thomas, Ondine, and Jewkes come out to the main room, as though there had been some kind of signal.

"I'm glad you're out here," Thomas states officiously to Gaia. "Would you be so kind as to get me a glass of water? I'm a bit parched."

Everyone stares at the older man as if he'd lost his mind. It takes me a moment to realize that Mother Earth must have appeared to him as a servant as well.

"That's the Pillar of Earth!" Ondine hisses in shock.

Thomas turns to glare at Ondine, before his eyes grow wide and he looks around at everyone else. Realizing his mistake, he turns and begins apologizing.

The entire scene bothers me, though. Has he been mistreating the mermaid and that's why she's so sad? I'm going to have to watch them.

Gaia laughs easily, before stating, "Relax, Thomas. You had no way of knowing who I was when I visited you. The generator and the officer both figured it out, though." The way she says that last part is almost like a rebuke to the older man, and I see him grow sullen under the Pillar's mirth.

"Everyone's here as you asked," Areth says, oblivious to the tension in the room.

"Yes, all except the religious one," Gaia replies, her gaze roving across all of us. "She must step up into Marchosias's role as the leader of her church. She has great power with her faith, but I don't think you'll need it for your next mission."

"Next mission?" I ask, stepping forward. I don't like the sound of this.

"There are a great many things we need to discuss," Mother Earth replies evenly. "The least of which is what you'll do for me, in order to garner my aid."

"But if you don't help us," Becky argues, "then you'll die as well. Aldol wants to destroy the Pillars in order to destroy both worlds."

Gaia pierces the short brunette with her dark gaze for a moment before replying. "Says the one that came the closest to killing our prophesied savior, the generator."

Becky's cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I feel my anger begin to rise.

"That wasn't her fault!" I nearly shout. "Aldol was controlling her."

"I didn't say I blame her," Gaia says evenly, though it had sounded exactly like that. "I'm just making it clear that everything isn't black and white. You require my aid, but I have a task for you. Completing it, will help us both, and hinder the outsider."

"What do you want us to do?" Brooke asks, stepping up beside me.

"You?" she responds, arching one dark eyebrow. "I expect nothing from you for the moment. You can't go where I'm sending him. I asked you to all come here so that I could protect you, while Lyden and my agent go to save the Pillar of Air. "

Shocked silence echoes around the room for a moment, before Brooke gasps, "But TanaVesta killed Fujin!"

Gaia purses her lips for a moment before responding. "You are correct, but also don't understand the nature of the Pillars. Fujin is dead, but his power remains." Her voice comes out as though she is trying to educate little children, which I guess compared to her, we are. "You call the six of us that created this world, the six pillars, but that is only a small part of it. For obvious reasons that I won't go into, we let you believe this. The truth is, our powers are more than just what we are. We wear the pillars as a mantle, much as you wear a shirt. In other words, my power as the Pillar of Earth is not because of what I am, but because I wear something that grants me the strength to keep this world whole."

Becky whistles softly, understanding the import of Gaia's words a moment before I do. If it were common knowledge that the power could be stolen, and that anyone could become a Pillar simply by obtaining one of the mantles, then chaos and wars would be fought constantly to get them.

"So, you want Lyden to recover the mantle of air for you? You want the extra power," Becky states suspiciously, and I'm glad she's thinking straight. I'm still trying to grasp the import of Gaia trusting us with this information.

"I don't want it for myself," the Pillar of Earth states softly. "I have another in mind for the power of Air. Someone who is with us now, but unknown and invisible to you at the moment." For some reason her eyes rest on me for a second, and I shiver. She can't be talking about Shemhazau, can she?

No, everyone here knows about me. She is referring to someone else, he tells me.

I look around the room, and notice I'm not the only one. Is she referring to whoever her agent is in this? She'd mentioned sending me with someone, and I don't see anyone else here.

Then something else she'd said sinks in. Everyone else will remain behind, under her 'protection.' I wish I would have known some of this before our little entendre in my room a bit ago.

"What kind of protection are you offering my friends while I'm doing this for you?" I ask the dark-skinned woman.

She sighs heavily before answering. "I see you have the wrong idea. I know that the Knights and Daughters are both after you, and that even in our world, there is danger to them. I truly mean them no harm, and they're not my prisoners. I simply don't want you to be worrying over them, while recovering the Mantle of Air." She must see the incredulity on my face. "To show I mean no harm, I'll make you an extra deal. Recover the Mantle of Air, help bestow it on a new Pillar, and I will ensure Sheila's children are not born monsters."

My slave's hand hovers over her stomach for a moment, her eyes wide as she looks up at Gaia. "You can do that?" The amount of hope or desperation I hear in her voice lets me know just how worried she was over the prospect, but my ears had picked up something else.

"Children?" I demand, emphasizing the last part.

"Twins," she answers my question first, then turns back to Sheila. "And yes. I am Mother Earth, after all and have some little say in these things. But I warn you, I can only control to a small degree what they are when they're born, not what you raise them to be."

Tears spring to Sheila's eyes, and there is no mistaking how much this means to her. I guess I know what her answer is concerning the children she's carrying. My children.

Children. . . .

Shaking my head, I can't believe I'm really going to be a father, and that it'll start out as twins. Something inside me twinges at the thought, but Gaia's knowing eyes bore into me and I realize she already knows what I'm about to say.

"Who is this agent?" I ask, both of us already knowing that I'm going on this dangerous mission.

"Lyden, you can't!" Brooke states, turning me to stare into her green eyes. "It'll be too dangerous. Why can't she send an army in to get it? Have her send in a bunch of her golems, but don't go alone into her realm!" By 'her', I know she's referring to TanaVesta. "I'm sorry, Sheila, but you don't know how dangerous the Pillar of Fire is."

"Because this requires precision that an army of golems can't perform," a mellifluous voice states. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking forward to working with a human-lover either, but Gaia says I can't do it alone." Turning, I see a thin woman standing next to Gaia, long chestnut brown hair pulled back into a ponytail drapes over one shoulder. Her clothing looks to be made out of supple tan leather showing her midriff, and there is a longbow strapped to her back along with a full quiver. The most striking part about her, however, besides her unearthly beauty, is her long pointed ears.

"I thought all the elves died centuries ago," Ondine states, and then closes her mouth when Thomas looks at her. I'm definitely going to have to have a talk with her later to find out what's going on.

"I am the last," the woman states, her voice somehow both sad and at the same time, full of conviction.

"How are you going to be able to help Lyden?" Becky asks. I detect a strange note in her query, and turn to see that she appears to be slightly taken with the elf. Remembering how she'd acted the first time she'd directly met Brooke, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

"I know where the Pillar of Fire is keeping what we seek," she answers evenly. "I will guide him there, and then he can do whatever he needs to, to get it." The way she refers to me, makes me think she already dislikes me greatly. When her eyes land on me, I have to revise that statement. She doesn't dislike me, she loathes me. I can almost feel the hatred pouring from her.

She'd called me a human-lover. Sometimes I forget that I'm not human, despite all of my abilities. It's hard to ignore decades of growing up believing something.

"I don't like this," Brooke and Becky say at almost the same instant.

"I know," I tell them, then look past her to look at Sheila. If I hadn't already decided to do it, the look of hope my slave gives me then, would have decided me. "We don't have much choice, and if we can create a new Pillar of Air and stabilize this world, then I have to try."

Blue raises her head, growling softly. I turn to face her, wondering what she must think of this whole thing.

"I agree," Gaia says thoughtfully, before turning back to face us. "That'll make an excellent disguise." She laughs softly before clarifying, "Your dragon has agreed to escort you there, provided you—let me see, how did she put it?—return to your more attractive form."

I immediately see the benefit in this. As a dragon, I'll fit right in, in TanaVesta's demesne. Then I look at the elf, and have to ask, "What about her? She'll stand out."

"Oh, I'm sure you know what to do," Gaia says evenly with a gleam in her eye, and I do.

It takes a moment before the elf realizes, and I wonder if she's going to mutiny, before she finally drops her head, and nods. "The mission is more important than one person's aversions," I hear her mumble.

"With that in mind, I have a gift to help you on your way," Gaia states, waving her hand to the side. The ground begins to shudder, and a moment later, a bright shiny metal substance breaks the surface, rising to stand as tall as Blue, and almost as big around.

"That can't be!" Brooke gasps, looking at the pile of metal ore. "Adamantium?"

I can almost feel the energy pouring from the pile, wondering what I'm supposed to do with it. It's too large to carry, and too unwieldy to do anything with.

"Use this for your mass when you change forms," the Pillar of Earth informs me, "and I don't think you'll regret it."

Walking forward, I tentatively reach my hand out, and it feels like a bolt of lightning courses through my arm as I come into contact with it. "What's adamantium?" I ask my redheaded girlfriend, yanking my hand away from the power of the metal, and sucking gingerly on my tingling fingers.

"The rarest of materials," she answers in awe. "A handful is enough to buy every government on Earth, with enough money left over to build bridges across the oceans. I didn't know this much existed."

"That's because this is all that has ever existed," Gaia states calmly. "I've been saving it, and this seems like a good excuse to finally pull it out."

"But why?" I ask, awed by this immense gift.

"Because I can," she responds placidly, and I look back up to meet her dark eyes. "Now, get going. You have a lot to do, and I have preparations to make for when you return."

Stepping forward, I let my hand hover over the powerful metal, not wanting to touch it, until I have to. Turning, I hold my hand out towards the elf. "What's your name?" I ask as she reluctantly walks towards me, a sneer across her beautiful features.

"I'm on this mission to accomplish something," she tells me coolly, "not to become friends."

It takes some effort not to roll my eyes at her behavior.

At least she's good looking, Shemhazau says to me.

Leave her alone, dad, I mentally reply back, knowing he'll be able to interact with her after the change.

As soon as the elf's slender fingers touch mine, I close my eyes and lower my other hand to the adamantium, willing my body to transform. At first I think nothing has happened. Not only is there no drain on my energy levels, but I actually feel more energized. When I open my eyes, however, I find that I'm towering over everyone else in the room.

"Areth!" Brooke states annoyed, for some reason looking right at me. "You know you can't go with him."

Craning my long neck around, I try to look for the little fairy, but don't see her. I notice that my scales shine a little more than usual, and chalk it up to the adamantium that must have supplied the energy for my transformation.

"Oh, drat!" the pixie's voice sounds in my mind. When had she. . .? Shaking my head, I close my eyes again, and force her out of me. "You're no fun," she complains as she flits back over to the Pillar of Earth.




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"You won't last in TanaVesta's domain," Brooke states consolingly. "It nearly killed me to be there for more than a few hours."

"But he needs me!" She complains. "Think of all the trouble he'll get into, if I'm not there to help."

"Like bringing a dragon to Earth in the middle of a city?" Becky asks solicitously, making the golden woman blush prettily.

"This is eerie," the elf's voice sounds in my mind, drawing my attention back inward.

Make yourself at home, I tell her while walking to the balcony where Blue is waiting for me.

"Two last things before I forget," Gaia says, walking over to me. "It's about the outsider and your succubus, Angela." Why do I have a feeling she didn't really forget?

"Yes," I ask, or try to, remembering too late my forked tongue.

"That trick you used to scare the outsider away while rescuing the mermaid was a very dangerous thing to do." I raise one scaly eyebrow at her, not quite sure what she's referring to. "You attempted to absorb some of its power. Instead, you were absorbing it. Had you succeeded, the outsider would have taken over your body with ease, and you'd no longer be here."

I shudder, remembering the desperation I'd felt as I'd begun to black out down under the water. Instinctively I'd reached for the power coming from the light creature, and suddenly it'd gone. I hadn't understood why at the time, but now I do. Mentally, I tell myself I'll never do that again.

"And Angela," Gaia continues, "she's working for TanaVesta. I don't know what her motives are, but she went to the Pillar of Fire after leaving you, and abased herself, asking for forgiveness. I'm not altogether certain why TanaVesta took her back into her graces, but I think it's safe to say that if you run into Angela, don't trust her." Even with the speculative way she talks, I know she's certain about her facts. "I take no joy in telling you this, but you need to know. TanaVesta is working with the outsider, as you know, but Aldol has taken an interest in the succubus's sexual prowess. It has been interested in sex ever since it tried to kill you through sex."

Looking around the room, I see sad eyes trying to console me. Brooke and Becky step forward, and I can easily see their intentions in their beautiful loving eyes.

I can't take their pity. Turning away, I dash past Blue, spreading my wings wide and leaping from the balcony. The Earthen city passes below me in a blur, either from my speed or the tears stinging my eyes, I'm not sure, and I don't really care. I'm not even concerned if Blue is following, just wanting to get away from those pitying eyes.

I can't fly, though I desperately wish I could, and the ground eventually comes up to meet me just outside the city walls. A thump besides me lets me know that Blue has followed. I refuse to look at her, as I move in the direction of TanaVesta's demesne. I don't know what I'll do if I run into the succubus, but I'll face that event if it happens.

"What's the deal?" the unfriendly elf asks me.

I thought you didn't want to be friends, I mentally snap back at her.

"I don't," she replies coolly, "but if I'm going to be working with you, then I should know what to expect."

Don't worry about it, I snarl, and proceed to ignore her as I crawl over the terrain, using the strength granted to me by the adamantium to cover the ground quickly.

Blue keeps taking to the air, looking back at me, and then landing before repeating the process. It's obvious she wants me to fly.

I CAN'T FLY, I telepathically send to her.

I expect the dragon to laugh, or ridicule me in some way, figuring it would be par for the course today, but instead she simply lands and walks next to me for a while. After maybe moving a half mile, she nuzzles the wing on my right side and then backs away. When I ignore her, she repeats the gesture, this time spreading her wings and flapping them for a second.

YOU WANT TO TEACH ME HOW TO FLY? I ask, shaking my head. I'VE TRIED. I'M JUST NOT SUITED TO IT FOR SOME REASON.

Blue snorts, sending out a gout of smoke in the process.

"Maybe a dragon can teach you what you couldn't teach yourself," the elf's voice says soothingly. Her attitude is so different from her behavior from before, that I actually listen to her this time.

What could it hurt? I ask myself, not expecting a response. Besides, it'll take my mind off other issues.

"Your pride, but I'm guessing you don't have much of that left right now." And there she is, coming back with her usual hatred.

I'm not sure if I do it just to spite her or for some other reason, but I spread my wings feeling the slight wind move across the thick membranes, and push hard off the ground.

Air moves across my body, and I flap my additional appendages powerfully to keep me aloft. Unfortunately, that sends me into a spiral, and it's only with the last minute aid of Blue that I don't pile drive right into the ground.

Echoing laughter rebounds in my head, but I ignore it. The other dragon lands gracefully next to me, and thankfully she isn't laughing. At least, I don't think she is. It's kind of hard to tell with her draconian features.

Blue spreads her wings, flapping them gently, and I know she wants me to mimic her. I do so, but when she growls at me, I stop. She repeats her previous gesture, and this time I try to time my movements with hers. Up, one, two, three. Down, one, two, three.

It dawns on me, that I'd been flapping too hard. I remember what Angela had tried to teach me the first time I'd become a dragon, and shake my head. Maybe flapping strong and fast works for a succubus, but it's different for a dragon.

Or had she been working for the Pillar of Fire back then, making sure I never learned the proper way to fly? Was everything she'd done an act?

NO! I can't believe that. Something had to have been real, between us.

Careful, son. The mind of a woman is never an easy thing to read. The voice of Shemhazau reaches me. The mind of the ones we love, even more so, but I have no doubt that she truly loved you.

Loved. Past tense. . . .

"Where did you come from?" my other passenger demands. "Why are you looking at me like that? Stay away from me old man!"

I chuckle inwardly, knowing the elf can hear it, as I picture the shade of my father hitting on the ornery elf.

Another growl in front of me reminds me of what I'd been doing a moment before, and I meet Blue's large eyes for a moment before shoving hard off the ground, wings tucked tightly to my body. As soon as I reach the apex of my leap, I unfurl my thick leathery wings, and slowly, gently, flap them up and down on a three-count. I can feel the air catch beneath them, and even though I wobble a little bit, I stay aloft. Another careful movement of my wings and I actually rise a little bit.

Blue joins me in the air a moment later, and this time there is no mistaking her grin. Even though it shows her sharp fangs, I find myself grinning back at her, giving a strong beat to my wings in my joy, and then frantically trying to recover from my mistake, before whooping—well, it comes out more like a joyous growl—in joy as I regain my lost altitude.

Over the next hour, Blue shows me how to use thermals to lazily gain altitude, before gliding over to another, saving on energy. With the adamantium in me, I don't feel a need to conserve energy, but I know she does, and it would look odd for a dragon to fly nonstop in a straight line. I still have to pretend to not be Lyden Snow the Generator, but a regular brown dragon instead.

Well, a regular brown dragon, carrying the last elf in existence, and all of the adamantium to boot, into the lair of the monster that is helping an even worse monster try to destroy two worlds. Did I mention that one of my girlfriends was working with the monsters? Why are things never easy?

We make better time now that we're airborne, and when we cross the border into Fire's domain, it seems like we are in one nonstop thermal, making even better time.

Almost too soon, I spot the top of TanaVesta's mountain, the flaming roof of her pavilion standing out with its four thick pillars and stadium seating.

We land off to the side of the seating, and I'm glad to note that the Pillar of Fire herself isn't here now. My eyes land on the spot where TanaVesta and I had had wild sex in front of her entire court, and shudder, remembering what had followed afterwards.

Where to? I ask internally.

"Go through that opening over there," she tells me, and somehow I know she's referring to a large hole off to the side. Walking over to it, I see that there is a ramp leading deeper into the mountain peak.

STAY HERE, I tell Blue. I'LL RETURN AS SOON AS I CAN. THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR HELP SO FAR.

To my surprise, she nuzzles my neck for a moment, before nipping playfully at my snout, and then turning away.

"We could use her to watch our back," the elf states.

I won't use her, or anybody else, I reply sternly. She volunteered to help us, and I don't want her in any more danger than she needs to be.

"I still think it's a mistake," she responds, but there is a note to her tone that I don't recognize. It almost sounds like respect, but I know that can't be true.

Stepping onto the ramp into the mountain, I'm glad to see torches here and there, lighting the way. Following the directions coming from inside my head, I soon begin to recognize our surroundings.

My suspicions are confirmed when we enter a large chamber that is unmistakably TanaVesta's. A large boulder still sits on the far wall, covering a hole that leads to the bed where I'd been raped countless times. To my right is a large opening, leading out to the open air and freedom.

"What are you doing?" the elf demands of me. "The Pillar of Air's mantle is behind that boulder, not out there."

She doesn't understand, though. I know what's behind that boulder. Torture. Pain. Horror. Humiliation. Bliss and pleasure almost beyond any I'd ever experienced before those horrible two days.

"Whoa, whoa!" the feminine words come to me, but I can't seem to focus on them. "I didn't know. What she did to you was wrong, but she isn't here now." Her words of compassion seem so wrong, that it finally breaks me from my daze. "All we need to do is go in, grab the mantle, and we'll be gone before she ever knew we were here."

Yes, I think I can do that. Just get in, and get out. I had no idea that being back here would affect me so much, but I've been through a lot since then, and I can do this.

Slowly, as though at any moment the Pillar of Fire is going to leap out and start forcing herself on me again, taking bites out of my flesh, I approach the blocking boulder. I let out a deep breath of relief when nothing happens when I place my chrome and black tipped paw on the boulder and give it a gentle nudge. It moves easily, though I cringe at the noise it makes as it moves out of the way, revealing a dark opening on the other side.

The thought that it still smells like sex strikes me, but I shrug it off as I poke my head inside.

"You see Angela, I told you someone would come to take the mantle, and here is the thief now."

The new voice exudes raw power, and I can feel the solid rock beneath my paws crumple as my talons dig in, pure fear filling my veins.

"You were right, my Queen," an all too familiar voice says, and I can feel my heart break at the sound of obeisance in it. "What should we do with them?"

Slowly, as though I'm afraid of what I'll see, even though I already know I'll see her, I pull my head out and turn towards the voices. TanaVesta stands proud in her red dragon form, about three times my size. Angela, in her true Asian-black form is standing next to her, eyes locked on me.

I see recognition enter Angelica's brown eyes, as they grow large, and know that at any moment she's going to give me away to her current master.

"Thieves must be made an example of," TanaVesta states, and at least for now she doesn't recognize me, "but not before we find out who he is working for." The way her forked tongue licks her lips sends shivers down my long spine. In my fear, it doesn't even occur to me to wonder how she can talk with a forked tongue.

"Let me out!" the elf screams in my head. "I'm no use to you in here. Let me out so that I can at least die fighting."

Die? Somehow the word triggers a response in me, allowing me to unclench my claws. Fighting is the only option right now, not dying. I'll never let her treat me like that again! NEVER!

The ground cracks as I shove off of it, jaws open wide and aimed for TanaVesta's throat. I know I should have gone after the succubus first since she's weaker, but I can't bring myself to do it. Even though I know I'm leaving my flank open to her attack, I'm hoping to be quick enough, to surprise them both.

A large red blur catches me from the side, as TanaVesta effortlessly bats me aside; laughing at how easily she'd defended herself.

"Pathetic," she scoffs at me as I use my tail to regain my balance, and land, sliding along the floor. My talons dig furrows in the ground as I slide to a stop. My head is ringing, and my right wing won't move right. "I don't suppose he's willing to give us any information. He looks to be from the dumber kind of dragons. I hate to even think of them as the same as me." Her tone is level, as though she's just talking about the weather. "Or is he even a true dragon? Oh well. Watch, Angela, as I burn him to a crisp."

The large red dragon inhales deeply, and I look to the opening on the far wall. To reach it, I'll have to go through the Pillar of Fire, but to reach the entrance I came in through; I'll have to go through Angela.

I know the decision I should make, but can't. Why hasn't she given me away yet?

Just as I'm about to leap at the red dragon, her flame breath catches me, pouring from her sharp-toothed maw with enough force to blow me backwards. As the flames and heat surround me, I scream, knowing that I'm already dead. Even though there's no pain, I assume that my nerve endings have already been fried.

It only takes me a moment more to realize that her flame isn't touching me. Or more accurately, the flame is all around, but the heat of it isn't affecting me.

I don't stop to take stock of why I'm still alive, or why I'm immune to her immense magical blaze, but instead restart my leap, heading straight for the source of her fire. Inhaling her heat as I go, I turn it back against her, breathing my own fire directly down her throat.

TanaVesta screeches in agony, falling back and staring at me in shock. I land hard on the flooring, unable to guide my decent with a bad wing, but keep my eyes on the larger dragon. Unfortunately, she's still between the large exit and me, though the smaller one is now clear, with Angelica behind me.

The succubus!

Realizing I'm in a bad situation, I lash my tail out, hoping to come into contact with her. I hear an, "Oomph,", and a moment later the succubus vanishes, her mass added to my own. She's impotent to hurt me physically now.

"What are you?" my powerful enemy demands, and I can see fear in her eyes now. "What have you done with my bed servant?" Her voice is a little raw.

Bed servant? What the hell? Then I remember Gaia's words about Aldol using them for sex. Apparently TanaVesta hadn't minded it so much.

"Lyden?" Angela's voice sounds internally. A moment later I can hear the elf and succubus fighting, my father happily cheering them both on.

It takes only a spare thought to form my human tongue. "You once kept me locked up for your own pleasure, beast. I've come back for revenge."

"The generator?" Her eyes grow large as she comprehends who I am, and then to my surprise, she starts laughing. "I've missed our time together, generator. Tell you what, give yourself up to me, and I promise to let you live. Who knows? I may even be gentler with you this time."

"Lyden, who is this woman?" I hear Angela grunt in my mind, but I ignore her.

"I have a counter-offer," I state, trying to mimic the elf's tone of derision that she'd kept using on me. "Give me Fujin's Mantle, and I'll return the succubus to you."

TanaVesta's eyes narrow as she regards me for a moment. "No." The word is a simple one, but filled with finality. "I've grown fond of her over the last little while, while Aldol has forced me to use her sexually, but if I lose the mantle, it'll mean my death."

Her words confuse me for a moment—I didn't know she could grow fond of anyone!—and the red dragon uses that to her advantage as she launches herself towards me. I have just enough time to move my neck out of the path of her fangs, but not out of the way of her talons. They sink into my sides painfully, easily piercing my tough scales, and I scream in agony. Desperately I claw back at her, and barely note that my dual-toned claws easily part her hide as well.

New energy floods into me, as my Murasame augmented talons absorb her soul. Unfortunately, she's powerful enough, that the strength pouring into me isn't enough to counteract the damage she's causing me, nor is it enough to drain her before she kills me.

I can hear the elf and succubus screaming out in shared pain, as I try to redouble my efforts, but even with the adamantium in me, I can feel my strength slackening. I'll be long dead before I take enough from the Pillar of Fire to kill her.

When I feel her teeth sink into the back of my neck, I know all is lost. I barely even notice the loud shriek that echoes off the cavernous walls of her chambers, as blackness begins swallowing my vision.

My body grows lighter as I mentally release the elf and Angela. I won't take them down with me.

"Lyden, no!" someone screams, as I feel my blood seeping out in a pool around me.

Odd, I think. Even in the realm of Fire, I'm surprised I can feel so cold.

* * *

Water from the nearby stream burbles happily as I sit in a cloth camping chair, and stare at the trees around me. The tent where I'd spent those last precious moments with Lisa sits behind me. The scene is almost the exact same, except that the sun is setting, and someone has built a fire.

It seems fitting, that I should see this, I think, before I finally pass away. It's peaceful out here.

I wonder if Lisa will come for me? The thought sends a stab through my heart, but I remember her telling me to be strong, and I try to hold my head up higher. No one can say I hadn't been strong after her passing. I'd done all I could, and it hadn't been enough, but I'd still tried.

A twig snaps behind me, and I spin around. Blonde hair vanishes behind a tree, and I jump to my feet to chase after Lisa. I'm confused at why she's here, but maybe it's to take me to the afterlife.

"Lyden?" A different voice states right then, and I turn to see Angelica standing on the flowing water's edge.

"What do you want?" I demand, wondering if she'd been killed too. Despite my feelings of betrayal by her, I'm saddened that she hadn't been able to escape TanaVesta's wrath.

I can see that my tone hurts her, but I do my best to ignore the tear that breaks from her left eye. Probably just another ploy of hers. How could I have been so stupid, as to believe she loved me? She is a demonic creature. As soon as she'd left me, she'd gone back to the Pillar of Fire. The one person who had tortured and hurt me the most, and if TanaVesta is to be believed, the succubus had gone and become her sexual plaything. Even though Aldol had played a part in that, I'll bet the succubus enjoyed it.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you," she tells me, but I turn away, trying to catch sight of where Lisa had run off to. Why had she run away? "Shemhazau explained what had happened," she continues, her tone imploring me to turn and face her.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 29



"I told you if you ever left me like that again, we'd be done," I state firmly, refusing to turn around.

"You don't understand," she cries out in anguish.

Angrily I turn to face her, rage fueling my words. "I don't understand? I don't understand? I loved you more than a demonic creature like you will ever understand, and you spat on that and abandoned me. Not only that, but you went to fuck the one person that has caused me the most pain and grief since I met you." Tears pour from her eyes at my venomous tirade, and I can tell she's shivering, but I don't relent. "So tell me, succubus, what exactly don't I understand?"

She's remains silent under my glare for a moment, before she takes a shuddering breath and answers. "I still love you." I scoff, but she continues. "I didn't go to TanaVesta to hurt you, Lyden. After you killed my, or rather, your father, I didn't know what to do. I knew you wouldn't take me back, and I'm terribly sorry for the pain I caused you. But I still wanted to help you."

"So you went to work for my enemy?" I yell out in disbelief.

"I went to spy on our enemy," she counters me. I don't miss the fact that she calls TanaVesta our enemy.

"And what, sleeping with her was all part of the plan?" I try to load all the derision and scorn I can into that statement, and I'm still surprised when her hand flies out and slaps me across the face.

"I'm a succubus," she reminds me, "but I had no choice in the matter." I raise one eyebrow in disbelief, while rubbing my sore cheek. For being dead, that slap had hurt. "I found out that ever since Aldol had controlled Becky while the two of you screwed, it's been obsessed with sex. Apparently it had never experienced anything like it before. The thing would control one of us, and force us into having sex. It was never my choice, Lyden. You have to believe me. I never betrayed you!"

I turn my back on her again, but this time because I don't want her to see that I'm starting to doubt my own arguments. Everything she's saying could make sense. How useful would it have been to have a spy on the inside?

"I thought you could resist Aldol's control," I state, remembering how she'd been able to hold back from attacking me while we'd rescued Brooke. I'd thought it had been because she'd loved me at the time.

And maybe it still was.

"I can resist harming you," her voice reaches me softly, and I can hear her footsteps crunching the ground behind me. I can't bear to turn and face her yet. "I guess I just wasn't emotionally invested enough to resist doing things with TanaVesta."

Despite myself, I chuckle slightly at that. I'll bet she didn't struggle too hard. Like she'd reminded me, she is a succubus, after all.

Her dark-skinned hand rests lightly on my shoulder, but all I can do is bow my head.

"I tried so hard," the words seem to pour from me, without any conscious effort of my own. "I wanted to protect everyone, but I failed. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, as well."

"Lyden," Angela's voice has an odd edge to it. "You're not dead, at least, not yet. You saved us, though I don't know what'll happen now that two pillars are dead."

Confused, I finally turn to face her fully. Despite all my misgiving and fears, I know her words are true.

"But how?" I ask, gripping her slender but strong shoulders in my hands.

"A blue dragon came in from nowhere, and wrapped her tail around TanaVesta's neck. She was able to strangle the Pillar of fire and pull her off of you. Apparently you weakened her enough, that the other dragon was able to finish her off. I don't know how you were able to get a dragon to follow you, but you never cease to amaze me." She places her hand on my cheek, gazing lovingly up at me.

The touch feels so wonderful, and the look in her eyes so inviting, that I know I have to pull away, or be lost to her again.

Stepping back, I say, "Angela, I can't. Not again. When you left, it tore me apart. I lost something inside, and it hurt terribly. I can't risk that again."

"What if I promise it won't happen again?" she asks me, and I can almost hear the desperation in her voice. Or is that just me, hoping to hear it?

"Like last time?" I ask, hating myself for saying the words, but also knowing that they must be said.

"I understand," her voice is soft, and barely reaches my ears. "Shemhazau explained to me what happened to you since I left, and I know the pain I caused can't be easily forgiven."

Something doesn't seem right with that statement. This is the second time she's mentioned talking to my father.

"When did you have time to talk to my father?" I ask. "You weren't in me long enough, and I pushed you out as I was dying, or passing out, I guess."

"After you passed out, and I convinced that elf—I didn't know any of them were left in the world—that I wasn't a threat and perhaps the only one that might save you, I came here. He stopped me before I could approach you right away. He was very disappointed in me." I can see that those words cost her, and remember that she'd seen him like a father. "He explained everything that's happened. He didn't know how you'd react to me, but I had to try."

I remain silent for a while, thinking everything over. She had kept secrets from me, but looking back now, I realize most of them hadn't been hers to reveal. She'd abandoned me when I needed her, but what I didn't think about at the time was how badly she'd been hurting. She hadn't betrayed me by going to TanaVesta, but had hoped to help me in some way.

I can't forgive her for everything, but I can't punish her for everything either.

Apparently she's reading my thoughts, for suddenly she's hugging me tightly, her tears staining my shirt. "I'm so sorry, Lyden," she repeats over and over again.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her to me, the hole in my heart suddenly a little less empty.

"I take it you're here to help me heal?" I state the obvious after a bit, the sound of the stream burbling in the background is the only other noise.

"That elf is holding a dagger to my throat," Angela says evenly. "If you die, then she's vowed that I'll follow." Angela laughs softly, before adding, "Your dragon seemed to agree."

I'm shocked that the elf would feel so strongly about my life. I wonder what's changed?

"Well, then I guess I'd better wake up, and greet the world." Letting her go, I stretch out my arms, as if just waking up.

"Do we have to so quickly?" she asks me, holding to me even tighter, refusing to let me go just yet. "I think we should make sure you're as healed as possible first."

I have to laugh, knowing what the dark skinned succubus is driving at, but I turn sober a moment later.

"Angela, look—" I start to say, wanting to let her down easily, but she cuts me off.

"I know," she says, pressing a finger against my lips. "You won't take me back, and I don't blame you. We hurt each other pretty badly, but . . . but are you really taking me back, if we do it one more time for old time's sake? Even if it's only in our minds?"

"Would it only be one more time?" I ask, trying to hide my smile.

"I promise not to make you do anything you don't want to," she states while stepping back and I see that her clothes have already vanished. She hefts a breast in one hand, her nipples already stiff and poking out, while grinning at me mischievously. Her other hand traces down to the juncture between her legs, and she gasps slightly, seductively, as her fingers begin to rub against her sex. "In fact, you can just stand there and watch, if that's what you want to do."

My cock strains painfully against the front of my pants as I watch the seductress masturbate before me, until I remember I can mentally adjust myself. Even so, I can feel my willpower draining, as Angela begins to moan, pinching one nipple between forefinger and thumb, and slipping the middle two fingers on her other hand into her snatch. She drops her head while lifting her breast up. Her tongue slips out, flicking her nipple and making her moan again.

"Oh, Lyden, I've missed you so much," she croons, her eyes closed and her head tilts back slightly as she enjoys her own ministrations. She bends her knees, spreading her inner lips, making sure I have a great view of her pink flesh. "Wouldn't it be so much better if you came over here and replaced my fingers with your tongue, or better yet, that hard cock in your hand?"

Surprised, I look down and see that at some point, I've become naked, and began to slowly stroke myself.

Would it really be so bad, to be with her one last time? I ask myself. As long as it's clear it is the last time, I think, knowing I've already lost the battle. I should have known better than to try and match wills with a succubus.

In the blink of a thought, I rip her hand away from her pussy, dropping to my knees in the soft Earth and replacing it with my lips as I taste her sweet nectar.

"Oh, Lyden, YES!" she screams, her knees buckling as her juices pour from her honey pot, and I have to wrap my arms around her legs to keep her up.

"This is the last time," I state as I gently let her down, laying her onto her back. She gives me a look that betrays the lie, but for now I have to believe it.

Deciding to return to my previous task, I brush my lips along her inner thigh, relishing the way she quivers in anticipation. Kissing my way up, this time I avoid her crotch, as I place my lips all around her sex, but not quite on it. She hunches her hips up, trying to get me to make contact with her sensitive labia as I kiss her crinkly pubic hair, but I resist. I know it may seem small, but for now it's the only revenge I can get for her seducing me.

I allow the backs of my fingers to tickle up her sides, until they reach the swell of her breasts. She moans in frustration as I gently blow across her coochy, my hands tracing circles around her nipples, but not touching them.

She's panting now, and I know she's on the verge, her fingers grabbing my hair and trying to force my mouth where she wants it to go. I relent, finally, going straight for her clitoris, while simultaneously grabbing at her nipples.

Her back arches as she screams in relieved bliss, her hands gripping painfully at my hair, but I continue sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub between my lips, until she pulls me away, her eyes blazing with desire and lust, but her breathing still heavy.

"I love . . . what you're doing . . . down there," she tells me between pants, "but if I don't . . . feel your powerful . . . cock in me soon, I'm going to lose it!"

"If you ever try seducing me like that again," I grin at her, as her juices drip from my chin, "I'll make sure to stop before we go all the way."

"I thought this was the last time?" she asks me, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Shut up," I growl, as I crawl up her body. She has the sense not to tease me further, as I press the head of my prick against her sweet opening. With only a little pressure, I feel her flower open up to me, and let out my own moan as her velvety insides slowly enfold my member. My penis conforms to her tight canal, and in this form, hers doesn't try to match mine. Still, it feels like I'm stretching her, she feels so tight. When my scrotum finally presses against her rear, I stop and look down at the half Asian, half black woman beneath me. She looks so innocent and sweet, her eyes wide and full of love, her lower lips sucked between her teeth, and her ample bosom pressed against my chest, but I know the succubus is anything but innocent.

"Oh, you're taking all the fun out of it," she pouts, reading my surface thoughts.

For answer, all I do is pull out all but the tip, then drive back into her with enough force to move her up slightly on the beach, the sound of our skin slapping together lost in the sound of the water in the stream.

"Oh, fuck I've missed you, Lyden." Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling my head down, and our lips meet, her tongue forcing its way between my teeth.

Our moans are slightly muted now, muffled by our kiss, as we continue to screw. Our hips find a rhythm, me pistoning into her, while she moves in counterpoint. I allow my weight to rest on her, so that I can bring my hands back to her breasts, rolling her dark stiff nipples between my fingers.

Her legs suddenly move around my thighs, holding me in place with unexpected strength, and she shudders beneath me, her whole body locked in powerful waves of ecstasy. The muscles of her pussy ripple along and around my schlong, driving my own passions higher with how great she feels, but I can barely move with her legs around me. Knowing there is more than just one motion at my disposal, I tighten my own nether muscles, making my rod jump inside her.

"Oh, God," she cries out, breaking the kiss, but pulling me tightly to her body.

I continue making myself twitch inside her, until she relaxes her grip on me, and I pull out of her. She tries to keep me in her with nothing more than the strength on her kegel muscles, making every inch that slips from her depths feel like heaven, and making me want to shove myself back into her. I resist the temptation though, and finally I slip from her, the squelch of her empty cunt is covered by the sound of her disappointed moans.

Rolling onto my back, I'm slightly surprised that I'm slightly out of breath. I hadn't realized how much willpower it took to pull out of her.

"All aboard the Lyden Express," I say to the woman next to me, and she literally blurs, she moves so fast. There is no mistaking the feeling of her labia sliding around the tip of my cock, or sliding down every inch, as she impales herself on my manhood, however.

Lifting my head, I latch onto one of her dangling breasts, my arms going around her to pull her tighter to me. Angela's hips are moving against my groin at a frantic pace, my phallus whipping her cum into a creamy mess as it coats our genitals.

With nothing more than a simple thought, I concentrate on her pleasure, willing it to increase exponentially, until she's quivering, moaning, and cumming non-stop above.

It's then that I finally drop my seed into her sucking cunt, making sure it's as potent as it can possibly be.

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The Succubae Seduction Ch. 30







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 30



"I am, father," that unknown voice responds hesitantly. My knees sag beneath me, and I feel someone's arms help support me as I'm laid back onto the floor.

"How?" I ask the question meaning so many different things, closing my eyes, and seeking entrance to my Mens Mundi. I hear other voices outside, demanding answers from someone, maybe me or maybe Gaia, I'm not sure. Ignoring them, I continue to turn inward.

"I helped hide her," Shemhazau states, his form solidifying before me as the now familiar forest and stream scene surrounds us.

"Why would you do that?" I demand of the man, clenching my fists and teeth.

"Because I was afraid," the feminine voice says, and I spin around to see a young woman with Lisa's blonde hair and blue eyes looking back at me. She's a little taller than Lisa had been, and she doesn't possess any of her mother's self-confidence. I can see something in the shape of her nose and jaw from me, but her age is impossible to tell. She could be eighteen or forty, instead of only a matter of weeks old.

My heart aches with a pain I had thought mostly under control as I look at her, wanting to take her in my arms, and hold her tight, but also terrified of what this all means.

"How is this possible?" I ask, turning back to my father, but he's no longer there. Apparently this is a moment for my daughter and me, without her grandfather.

"I'm a child of your minds," she tells me when I turn back to face eyes that are the same as my late lover's. "I was conceived before she died, and developed at the speed of thought." Her feet shuffle as she talks, and my mind seems to struggle to understand what she's telling me. 

A child of Lisa's and my minds? Developed at the speed of thought? I had no idea such things were possible. What then does that mean for Angela? I'd made my sperm potent when we'd been together earlier today, not three steps from where I'm standing now. Is there another child suddenly developing in here, or is it with her since she still lives? My head starts to hurt, trying to figure this out.

"Why did you want to hide from me?" I ask, trying to grasp at anything I might be able to understand.

She remains silent for a while, and just when I'm getting ready to ask again, her voice breaks as she tries to form her response. "I didn't know you. I may have developed in your mind, allowing me to speak and learn, but I watched as you went up against the Pillar of Fire, and lived. I could tell how conflicted you were concerning having kids, and didn't want you to hate me. What if you thought I was a monster?"

"Hate you? A monster?" I repeat her words stupidly, somehow trying to make sense of them. How could I ever hate one of my children? Much less Lisa's daughter? "I could never hate you," I tell her, still dumbfounded and reeling from the revelations that are trying to swamp me.

In the blink of an eye she vanishes, but I don't wonder where she's gone for long, as I feel her arms wrap around my torso, hugging me tightly.

"I'm scared, Dad," she cries into my chest, and my arms go around her automatically.

A chill runs down my spine as she calls me Dad, the unfamiliar word getting applied to me. I'd grown up without my parents and in a way so had she. Can I be the father she needs me to be? What if I screw up and make a mistake?

Knowing that no matter what I do, I'll never be perfect, I hug my daughter closer to me. "There's nothing to be afraid of," I tell her, knowing my words for lies, but not certain what else to say.

"That's not true," she chides me, but doesn't pull away. "I don't know if I can become the Pillar of Air like she wants. I don't even know how to get out of your head."

Just like that, I'm dumbstruck again. I had completely forgotten about Gaia and her plans for my daughter.

"We'll have to find someone else," I tell her simply, unsure just how I'm going to do that. "I won't let anyone hurt you," I tell her fiercely, meaning it with all my heart. How strange, some part of my mind wonders, that I could suddenly grow to care so much for someone that I didn't even know existed until just a few moments ago.

"No, I know I need to do it," she tells me, for a moment sounding much like her mother. "I'm just scared. The worlds need me. I can't turn my back on that. You wouldn't, and my mother wouldn't."

Powerful pride fills my chest at her words; while at the same time fear for her clouds my thinking. "Where did you learn to be so responsible?" I ask her.

For the first time she laughs and my heart breaks all over again. She laughs the same way her mother used to. "From watching you, of course."

Shaking my head, I'm suddenly embarrassed at some of the things I'd been up to. The scene with Gaia as well as being in here with Angela earlier, just to name a couple. And my daughter had been watching. . . .

"I don't even know your name," I tell her to get rid of those thoughts. I don't think I'm ready to have the talk with her just yet. Or for that matter, I don't know if I even need to have the talk now.

"That's because you haven't given me one," she tells me through her mother's sweet laugh.

My mind immediately goes blank. If this is what parenthood holds in store for me, then my children are in serious trouble! "Is there a name you'd like to have?"

Her head pulls back for the first time since she started hugging me, and I see her blue eyes sparkle uncertainly. "Yes, but I don't know how you'll feel about it."

* * *

I stand alone, fidgeting in a circle, wearing nothing but a loincloth. My legs are buried to just below my knees in the ground. The air outside is still, much as it has been since Fujin's death, and it has warmed enough that I no longer feel chilled in my almost nakedness. In fact, a small rivulet of sweat can be felt slowly rolling down my back, as I nervously wait. Gaia had wanted me completely nude for this, but I'd refused, on the grounds that I didn't want to bring my daughter into the outer world with me completely naked. The irony of that thought isn't lost on me.

Becky had responded the most about the news that I had a daughter with Lisa. At first she'd been angry that I'd kept it from her, and it took some time to convince her that I hadn't known until just barely. Then she'd been hurt that I'd chosen to have children with Lisa, Sheila, and even Blue, but not her. I didn't even know she wanted children. I wisely chose not to tell her that I may even have gotten Angela pregnant. She refused to listen to the fact that I didn't know or mean for it to happen in either case. Then she demanded that we hurry up, and get this over with, not speaking to me again.

"Are you ready?" Alloria asks me, stepping suddenly from the tall grass that surrounds the perfect circle around me.

I nod, and sense my daughter nodding too. Now that she's no longer hiding from me, and I'm aware of her, it's easy to feel her presence.

Alloria holds her arms out, and I can just make out the blurry form of Air's Mantle in her hands. "Then Lysa, I call you to come forth and take up the Mantle of Air, as is your destiny." At the sound of the name my daughter chose, a combination of Lisa's and mine, I feel something inside me shudder. "I command you to leave the body of your father, and enter the world."

Alloria's commanding voice continues to implore Lysa to step free of me, and take up the proffered power. My insides twist and knot as I feel her try to break free, the power of whatever spell the elf is casting helping her.

"How will she be compatible with Air?" I remember asking the Earth Mother, remembering that only Angela had been capable of taking over for TanaVesta because of her ties to fire. Neither her mother or I are tied to air.

"Because she is a child of the mind. She has no solid form of her own, and is the best suited for this task." Gaia's words had been soothing, and I realized at the time that she was trying to calm a concerned parent.

"What will happen to me when I take it?" Lysa asks me, and I repeat the question for Gaia.

"I suspect that there's a good chance that you may be blown away as she tries to wrest control of it. That's why I have a wide open field prepared for this." Gaia's eyes meet mine, and I realized her next words were for Lysa. "I can't promise it'll be easy for you, but you really are our best hope in this, and I know your loyalties will lie with the young generator."

A sharp pain between my eyes brings me back to the present. Something indistinct is pulling away from me, coming out of me, and reaching for Air's Mantle. Internally I cheer my daughter on, willing her to take up the Mantle and become the next Pillar of Air. I try to shove aside all my doubts and fears for her, knowing that this needs to be done. 

Lysa's shadowy hand touches the rippling item in Alloria's hands and suddenly gale force winds knock me painfully to the ground. My not entirely healed wounds from TanaVesta throb in agony as the world seems to spin around me. I have no doubt that if my feet weren't securely locked in rock, I would have been blown away just as Gaia had said. As it is, from the pain in my legs, I half suspect that something is broken or torn.

Thankfully the gale lasts for only a few seconds, and then is gone as quickly as it'd come. Alloria bends over me, smirking, and I wonder how she'd stayed upright during the whole thing. Sitting up, I see that the grass in all directions has been laid flat, swirling out from the circle as though a tornado had swirled them down. My loincloth has vanished at some point as well.

Alloria mumbles some sort of spell, and the ground around my feet opens up. I'm able to pull my legs free. Both knees hurt when I try to put my weight on them, but I manage, doing my best not to look damaged in front of the self-righteous elf.

The long walk back to Gaia's domain is thankfully shortened by Blue's arrival, and she carries us back up to the room where everyone else was waiting. Thankfully she also brought me a change of clothing. I try not to act too smug about Alloria having to hold onto me on the dragon's back, and I'm sure she tries equally hard not to slip a dagger between my ribs or knock me off.

I grunt painfully when Brooke and Becky practically slam into me, pressing me back against Blue. I can feel Areth hugging her body against my cheek, her feet on my left shoulder, and a moment later Sheila takes the initiative and joins the group as well. I want to tell them all that I'm alright, and that they didn't have anything to worry about, but the thought of my daughter out there, trying to cope with untold power keeps me silent. At least Becky has forgiven me.

"If you three hug him any tighter, I'm going to have to consider this an orgy and join in," Jennifer laughs.

"Only because you want to be with him, too," Becky says, and I see the large-chested woman's cheeks burn red. Apparently the brunette's comment struck something in her.

"Everything went well, I take it?" Jewkes states and I see that Jennifer's comment or reaction has embarrassed the older man. I know he's married, so why does he keep looking at Jennifer like that?

I see that Emmet is tied up in a corner, and Ondine has her head bowed, standing directly behind Thomas. Where Emmet is standing and facing me, Ondine is acting as if she's a prisoner.

"She won't talk to us," Brooke whispers, seeing where my gaze is. "After you left, Thomas convinced Gaia to let her into his room, and she came back out acting like a beat puppy."

I'm torn for only a moment. Thomas has been a good friend to me, but I can't stand seeing someone act as Ondine is. Even Sheila doesn't act like that when she's in full slave mode.

Gaia already knows what I'm going to ask before I do, and I see her nod my way in approval. How long has she been watching me that she can read me so well? I don't miss the strain in her dark eyes, and wonder how much effort she is having to put forth, just to be here with us right now? She'd said that two new pillars would add to her workload.

"Gaia," I say, concerned for the pillar, "I know you're under a lot of stress. Please rest while we recover."

Mother Earth looks at me for a moment before nodding. A moment later she practically melts into the floor.

I'm surprised to see Alloria actually smiling at me. At least, until she catches me looking, and turns it into a glare.

"Ondine," I say, trying not to grimace at the way she jumps at the sound of her name, "I've got a plan in mind to defeat Aldol, but I'm going to need you to do something for me."

"What do you need of her?" Thomas asks, stepping forward.

"I'm sorry," I tell the older man, trying to sound as if I really am, "but I'm afraid it'll have to remain secret. Only she and I can know if my plan is going to work out."

"I don't like it," he says slowly. "She can't go."

Despite how Ondine has been acting, Thomas's statement catches me off guard.

"She . . . can't?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "I think that should be her decision."

"Ondy is my woman now," he tells me, using her name from Marchosias's nightmare world, and I can detect a quaver of nervousness to his tone. "What she does affects me now, and I won't let her do something that might put her in danger."

"We're all in danger," I state, my voice growing hard as I try to control myself, and make sense of what's happening. I wouldn't mind his attitude, if Ondine wasn't acting so poorly. "I want to hear what Ondine has to say for herself."

The corners of Thomas's mouth tighten as he grimaces, but he turns to the brown haired mermaid and commands, "Tell him, Ondy, that he's wasting his time."

She looks between us for a moment when Thomas steps aside, and I can see indecision in her gaze. I watch as she chews on her lower lip in thought for a few seconds before dropping her gaze back to the floor, her shoulders slumped. I'm certain she's about to agree with her boyfriend, until I hear her voice break as she speaks. "If I can help save our worlds. . . ."

"No!" Thomas shouts in a pained tone, and I can see his face begin to turn red in rage. "I forbid it, Ondy. You are my woman, and I won't—"

He cuts off as I shoulder him out of the way, grab Ondine's wrist, and pull her to the room I'd used as my own earlier. Gaia's nod had let me know that she would allow Ondine to enter my room, and I hear a thump behind me as Thomas runs into an invisible barrier, trying to follow us. The look on his red face as I close the door on him is nearly priceless.

Ondine starts to talk but I hold my hand up to silence her. Placing my other hand against the wall next to the door, I close my eyes and concentrate. The scene on the other side unfolds in my mind. Thomas is raging at Gaia to be allowed into my room, but either she is resting and can't hear him, or she's ignoring him. Everything he yells can only be heard in my head, and I realize that this room is soundproof.

No one is watching Emmet, however, and I can sense the man begin casting a spell. My heart begins beating faster, suspecting the man of trying to escape, until I notice the sweet strains of the sleep spell and notice that his gaze is locked on Thomas. Sure enough, the older man begins to wind down in his tirade, is interrupted by a yawn, and a few seconds later, he slumps to the floor, unconscious.

I pull away from the wall, ready to face the irate mermaid.

"What did you do?" she demands of me, more life in that one question than I've seen in her in the last while.

"He's sleeping peacefully right now," I tell her calmly, meeting her glare with as placid an expression as I can force onto my face. 

Her confusion at my statement lasts for only a moment, before she's on the warpath again.

"You have no right to drag me in here like that. You don't own me. I'm not some piece of property to be bullied about at your expense!" She has to draw in a breath to keep up her harangue, and I wait patiently. "I'm not one of your silly women, at your constant beck and call. Don't you dare treat me like I'm your slut slave, Sheila."

I count silently to three, making sure she's gotten everything out and trying to ignore her jibe, before I softly state, "You're right."

The sudden shock in her blue eyes is almost as comical as Thomas's had been, but somehow I keep the mirth from my face.

"You're not my slave," I continue talking to her in the same even tone as before. "You're no one's slave. So why is it that you act like Thomas is your overlord?"

Her mouth works wordlessly for a few moments before I hear her teeth audibly click shut. She glares at me for a couple more moments before responding, "I don't have to answer to you."

"Once again, you're right," I state, nodding my head and not looking away from her. "But you have friends, and I'd like to consider myself one of them, that are worried about you."

Uncertainty enters her eyes then, and I know I'm starting to get through to her. One way or another, I'm going to get a straight answer out of her, and I'd rather not have to stoop to plan B to get it.

The lapse lasts for only the briefest of moments, and is replaced by a steely gaze. "You don't need to worry about me. I can take care of myself."

Sighing heavily, I shake my head. "I know you can, Ondine, which is what makes this whole thing that much more confusing." Locking my eyes on hers again, I recall that first night after being with Angela, and how I'd felt like going to the club. I remember using some kind of seduction power to break down Sheila's barriers the next day. I had my pick of any woman at the club, and ended up leaving with Becky and Lisa. My heart aches, as I think about Lisa's eventual fate, but I know I can't change the past, and focus on the present. I focus on the attractive woman in front of me. I force her to be seduced by my mere presence. I hope Thomas forgives me. Screw that! I hope he never finds out!

I watch as Ondine's blue eyes dilate, and her breathing quickens.

"Please, Ondine. If he is abusing you, you can tell me." I let my voice drop in pitch, but keep it calm as I talk with her.

"Y-you don't understand," she stammers. "How could you? You have so many women around you, always willing to do anything for you. Who does he have?"

She shudders as I place my hand on her shoulder, truly sorry about using one of my abilities on another man's woman. A friend's woman. A friend. But I can't sit idly by and tolerate any abuse to any woman.

Her eyes growing suddenly wide is all the warning I get, before her fist connects with my jaw, sending me sprawling. "How dare you!" I hear her cry out over the ringing in my skull as my back strikes the thankfully carpeted floor. "He is your friend, and you're trying to seduce me?" She jumps on top of me, and I try to get my arms up to fend off her attacks. I should have known she'd see through my ruse. It's not like I was being subtle about it.

"Wait!" I cry out, "You don't understand."

"I think I understand just fine, Lyden Snow," she growls, but at least she quits hitting me. "It's you that doesn't understand. You think he's abusing me? Ha! The man barely lays a hand on me." She grabs handfuls of my shirt, and pulls me up to look her in the eyes. "I do everything I can to please him, but it's not good enough." Her eyes narrow and I can see her debating with herself. "You want to know what's wrong, Lyden Snow?" she demands and I nod. "He's not you! And to make matters worse, I'm not Angela! He's jealous of the way you have woman at your every beck and call, and I'm jealous of the fact that you're able to satisfy all of them."

I blink in confusion at her torrent of words, trying to make sense of them. I can't. "Huh?" I ask as eloquently as my throbbing head and jaw will let me.

"He doesn't abuse me," she nearly shouts. "I act like I do, because I want him to know that I'll do whatever I can to please him." She emphasizes her point by grinding her crotch against me, and for the first time since she knocked me flat, I realize she's on top of my groin. "He wants someone who will do whatever he wants, like you have Sheila. He wants someone to listen to him, like you have Becky. He wants someone to change for him, like you have Angela. He wants someone to give up everything for him, like you have Arethusa and Brooke. He wants someone to love him, like you have with all of them."




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 30



"What do you want?" I ask, seeing a tear begin to break from the stalwart woman's eye and wend its way down her cheek to fall on my chest. I know that now is not the time to tell her I no longer have Angela. "You've told me what he wants, Ondine, but I want to know what you desire."

She hunches over, pressing her face into my shirt, and I wrap my arms around her, letting her sob. I hear her mumble something, and have to release her, to hear her response.

"I want what all of them have," she says softly. "I want a man to make love to me, and satisfy me. I want to cum."

It takes a moment for that to sink in. I remember in Marchosias's fantasy world, Sheila claiming that Thomas could never satisfy a woman, and wonder if the demon had known, if Sheila and Thomas had been together at some time in the past, or if, as with our fighting abilities, Marchosias had made it reality.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I feel the brunette's lips brush my throat on the way up to my lips.

"Ondine, wait," I try to protest, but she stops my protests by pressing her lips to mine. Hungrily she kisses me, her hands leaving my shirt and going to the back of my head while she plasters her body against mine. There is no love in this action, just unquenched lust and desire. Her tongue brushes against my lips, and I don't fight her, but I don't respond either. Seeing her way free, she slips inside my mouth, exploring around and it takes a great amount of willpower not to respond. She's good! Her hips start gyrating against my pelvis, and I hear her moan in frustration that I'm not helping. My cock is definitely responding to her, however, and I curse it for a traitor.

"No!" she finally gasps after a few more seconds. "You don't get to do this to me! You can't turn me on, and then just lie here. If you're truly my friend, then I need you to do this for me," she pleads with me, and I'm overcome with guilt. I had done this to her, but I don't know if I can go through with it now.

"What about Thomas?" I ask, my voice full of conflicting emotions. I hadn't felt guilty about seducing a woman away from someone abusive, but now that I know that their problems are entirely different, things have changed.

"What about him?" she asks back, sitting up and pulling off her shirt. "This will stay between us. No one else has to ever know." She's in just a white bra and her pants now, but still I'm reluctant. "Okay," she says when I still make no move towards where my cock is desperately demanding I go. "Consider this penance for what you were trying to do. You tried to seduce me, now live with it." Her right hand brushes along my cheek, until it reaches my hair, at which point she grabs a handful and painfully lifts my head up. "But you'd better get me off. I'm already leaking through these pants. Let me worry about Thomas. You worry about making my cum."

I realize that she's just using me, and surprisingly, I'm okay with that. Is it only because I don't have enough blood flow to my proper brain, or my guilt over what I'd considered doing?

As she pulls my face up to meet hers, I realize I no longer care. Here is a very attractive woman, who wants me for nothing more than sex. Sex that her own man can't seem to satisfy her with. I'm doing her a favor, here. I realize I'm trying to come up with justifications, and stop, deciding to just enjoy the moment.

My hands go to her back, and the moan of pleasure that escapes between our devouring lips as I undo her bra would have made me hard, if I weren't already painfully straining against the front of my pants. Without looking, I pull the shoulder straps down her arms, and bring my hands around to the front of her tits. She flinches slightly as my fingers find her nipples, and I'm surprised to find metal studs piercing the hard nubs. My surprise doesn't last long, as I remember Thomas asking if I'd thought she'd be willing to do something like this. I guess I know, now.

Realizing how sensitive the new piercings likely are, I move my hands to the firm flesh around her nipples, massaging her breasts.

Ondine lifts her hips up without breaking our kiss, and I feel her fingers working at my crotch, trying to free my manhood. I can't stop my own moan, both in relief as my pecker is freed from its uncomfortable prison and pleasure from her firm grip. Her hand frantically works on my shaft, using the precum leaking from the head as lubricant.

As much as I'm enjoying what she's doing, I want to change things a bit. Rolling us over, I break the kiss, sit up, and take a good look at her. Her cheeks and chest are flushed, her breathing heavy, as she licks her lips looking back at me. I can see that her nipples are a bit enflamed from the intruding metal, her breasts, approximately B-cups, rise and fall with her breathing. I realize that this is likely my last chance to stop this, but the look in Ondine's eyes, blue eyes filled with lust, desire, need, and even pleading, convinces me to continue.

It only takes me a few seconds to rip off her jeans, and I take only the briefest of moments to look at her clean-shaven and glistening sex. Her inner lips are swollen and slick with her arousal. Reaching my hands forward, I use my thumbs to spread her open, enjoying the way she jumps at the connection.

"Give me your cock, Lyden," she pleads with me. "I need to feel something big inside me. I need to cum!" Her words make me wonder how large Thomas is, but I shake my head, knowing that right now isn't the time to think about that. She grimaces, not understanding my head movement, and I shrug internally. Actual intercourse will be fine, but if she wants to cum, then there is more than one way to accomplish that.

I lean forward, planting a soft kiss on her sensitive lower lips, smiling at her gasp of pleasure. My tongue snakes out, tasting her sweet nectar and liking it. I tease her gently, only allowing the softest of touches with my mouth muscle, until she grabs my head, forcing my lips against her, and moaning loudly. From the strength that flows into me, I know she's finally cumming. Her fingers are almost painful, as she rubs herself frantically against my face. I do the best I can with my tongue, trying to shove it as far into her as I can. As her orgasm continues, I decide to change my tongue, allowing it to lengthen and fork, making it go even deeper, until I'm licking her uterus. I can feel her tight inner walls writhing and massaging my tongue, her fluids coating it and dripping off my chin.

Without warning my head is ripped away from her, and she hunches into a fetal position, shuddering and still climaxing. I can't help but smile, proud of a job well done.

"That was more intense than I could have imagined," she pants, rolling onto her back. "No wonder they all stay with you."

The last statement actually stings somewhat. Do they only stay with me because of my prowess in the sack? Somehow that doesn't sit right. Faces flash before my vision, eyes filled with true love and devotion, actions that speak louder than words surface in my thoughts, and I know that my women love me in truth.

Ondine isn't aware of my thoughts, and they fly through my head in a matter of seconds. When she turns to look at me, I smile at her, knowing that her words were meant as a compliment. Still, I can't help but make my next statement. "Well, you got to cum, so I guess that's it."

I try to stand, and have to stop myself from laughing as she frantically dives for me. Her hands hold my shoulders down against the soft floor, as she fiercely looks down at me. Her chest is still heaving, as she speaks, "Don't you dare think I'm going to pass up the opportunity to have your massive cock in me." Her hips swivel to emphasize her point, and I lift my own to meet hers. It's answer enough.

Her hand slips between us, and she deftly has me poised at her entrance. She hesitates for only a second, before rocking back and impaling herself on my sword. Even as wet as she is, she's so tight that it takes time to slip into her. Each centimeter is won with moans, and grunts of pleasure. I know I can shrink myself down, but she'd made it clear she wanted what she saw, so I let her take it all. I still have to shorten it a bit, as I feel myself hit the back of her tunnel, and there's still some of me outside of her grasping hole.

When our pelvises finally meet, she looks down to where we're connected with a look of awe. "I did it," she murmurs. "I feel like you're in my throat and about to split me in two, but I did it."

I tighten my lower muscle, making myself twitch inside her. Her eyes close and she tilts her head back slightly, moaning in pleasure.

Lifting my hands up, I cup her tits, squeezing her metal-tipped boobs. Her hips move in slow circles at first, building up speed and vigor, until my whole body is moving along the floor, inch by inch. I'd worry about getting a rub burn, but I know as soon as she cums, I'll be whole again. 

Words escape both of us, too lost in the pleasures we're giving one another, when she unexpectedly locks up, her pussy gripping my phallus in an iron grip, her entire body shuddering in orgasmic bliss.

I move my arms around to her back, sitting up, and then laying her back. I pull out all but the tip of my prick, and then drive into her tight orifice, pounding her sensory-overloaded vagina again and again, not letting up, and driving her orgasm on and on.

I know I won't last at this pace, but I don't care. My mind is fuzzed with lust, wanting to reach my own culmination. I see her mouth moving, trying to form words, but I can't hear anything other than grunts from her, as I continue to drill her.

The first volley catches her off-guard, and I see her eyes open wide as I flood her insides with impotent semen. A long wail escapes her throat, and I can hear our combined juices squelching out of her with each thrust.

"Not a word to Thomas," she states seriously, as we get dressed.

"He won't hear a thing about it from me," I tell her honestly. She gives me a quick peck on the lips, smiling appreciatively at me. "Besides, I think I have an idea on how to help out with your situation, without giving our little tryst away."

So I take it I'm forgiven? my father's voice fills my mind, responding to my thoughts and request to him.

"Not in the least," I murmur under my breath so that Ondine won't hear. "You hid my daughter from me. But I might not be so angry with you, for helping Thomas." I walk over to the bed as Ondine walks out. I have some work to do, to atone for what I'd just done to my friend's woman. Guilt fills my heart as I lie down, and enter my Mens Mundi.

Sex school is about to take place. My Mens Mundi will be the campus, Thomas the student, and my father the instructor. I guess that makes me the principal.

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Author's Note: As always, mad props to Garbonzo. He caught some plot holes in this chapter that almost made it through, and saw some places that were confusing if you didn't already know what was going on. 

Please let me know how I'm doing in the comments below. Your feedback is ALWAYS welcome!



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 31







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 31



I let her down and move up her body. Positioning my rod at her rear entrance, I lock eyes with her. "We'll see who lasts the longest."

Despite my words, I wait for her ascent before pressing forward. Her slicked up anus slips easily around my girth, eliciting a moan from both of us.

I take my time, slowly moving in and out of her, until I have my entire length seated in her colon. The irreverent thought that I can tell the difference between her sphincter and a hole in the ground crosses my mind. A tight, rippling, pleasurable hole trying to milk my cock.

"Now fuck me, young generator, and make me cum!" The lust I see in her eyes is the same as the last time we'd screwed.

Reaching forward, I fill my hands with her ample bosom. I pull my hips back, until only the tip is still inside her warm colon, then slam forward, using my ability to amplify her pleasure, and smile as her eyes roll back into her head. I don't let up, pounding into her rear orifice, and driving her bliss ever higher with each thrust.

I know she's trying to hold back, but she doesn't stand a chance. "No, not yet. . . Oh, earthquakes! I. . . Oh. . . Oh,YES! I'm. . . Aaaahh!" When she finally cums, her pussy squirts out her cum like a geyser, blasting against my pelvis. At the same time, I see images of both the Shadow World and Earth. Volcanoes are erupting, mountains crumbling, and Hawaii gains a new island.

When reality returns to the present, I realize that I'd stopped moving. Gaia is desperately trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are closed, and despite her dark coloring, her skin is flushed with the afterglow of her climax.

"I think it would be best, if you don't try that again," she whispers. She twists her hips and I know she wants to be on top. We roll together, and she looks down at me, still slightly breathless. "Now you just lie there, and let me do the work. I think you've more than earned it."

She leans forward, and presents her right breast for my mouth. As I suckle from her nipple, I can feel her insides massage my cock, making me moan into her breast at the pleasure of it. Her hips swivel against mine, and I can feel my prick stirring up her internal organs. Despite her request that I just lie here, I let my hands drop to her hips, guiding her movements for my maximum pleasure.

Without any warning, my mouth fills up with milk, making me gasp, but her hand on the back of my head doesn't let me pull away.

"Drink up, generator. My milk will keep you strong and healthy. I have rarely ever bestowed this gift upon anyone, but I want you to have this. Drink, and know that you are very special."

The combination of her milk pouring down my gullet, along with the warmth that's flowing through me, and the feeling of her rippling along my shaft sends me over the top. Grunting, my whole body locks up with each volley of my spunk, and I fire it off inside Mother Earth. Despite the bliss filled haze overwhelming my mind, I somehow manage to ensure I'm shooting blanks.

As I come down from my own heaven, she finally releases my head, and sits up.

"Phew," she sighs. "Despite myself, I had another small orgasm at the end. You truly are a talented young man, Lyden." Her slight laugh sends shivers through her voluptuous body, and making me moan as my over-sensitive prick is still inside her.

She leans forward again, this time pulling off me, and planting a soft kiss against my lips.

I get up, and clean our combined juices from me, while Gaia relaxes on the bed. Pulling up my pants, I look at the Earth Mother. Pure power and strength is flowing through me. I feel as though I can take on Aldol by myself right now, but remember that Gaia had said I would need the strength of all six Pillars.

"One last thing, before you go back to your friends," she says. Looking at her, I can see that some of the tension around her eyes is gone. The energy she received from our coupling is obviously already helping her. Not all of the strain is gone from her eyes, but most of it is for now.

"I'm really not up for another round," I tell her seriously. I'll be lucky if I can get it up again within a week!

She laughs, sending delightful ripples through her flesh once more, but even that does nothing for me. "No, this is about something else." She grows serious, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, suddenly wary. The ambience of pleasure is replaced with gloom. "This is about how you must die, and why."

* * *

Numbly, I shut the door behind me.

"What did she say?" Brooke asks, hugging me to her.

"Huh?" I ask. "What?" I can't tell them what Gaia just told me! Even if she hadn't sworn me to secrecy, telling them that I have to die when this is all over doesn't seem like a great way to start this next mission.

"About having the Pillar of Darkness meet you here," Becky says, giving me a strange look.

"Oh, that!" I exclaim, somewhat relieved. "He won't come here," I tell them quickly, to cover my lapse. "But she can set up a meeting with Eris, so we won't have to go all the way into Darkness's realm."

Three sets of eyes grow wide at the mention of Eris's name.

"What's wrong with that?" Thomas asks Ondine, seeing what I saw.

"Eris is nearly as bad as the Pillar of Darkness," she says. "Maybe worse." Turning to face me, I see fear in her eyes. "Lyden, she was once known as the goddess of chaos, vengeance, and strife. Meeting with her can't be a good thing."

"I'm assuming you'll want all the firepower you can take," Jewkes says, stepping forward and patting the pistol at his side.

"I am here for you, master," Sheila states contritely. "Just command me."

"I'd like to offer my services too, if I can," Emmett adds in, and I see more than one untrusting glance turn his way, but he ignores them. "I'm not worth anything offensively, but if the shit hits the fan, I may be able to offer some protection with my magic."

"That reminds me," I say, still trying to distract myself from Gaia's ominous words. "When I went up against TanaVesta, her fire didn't affect me. Now that I think about it, magic hasn't had much effect on me for a bit. Any idea why?"

I look around; meeting everyone's eyes, but no one seems to have an idea, until I get to Emmett.

"It sounds like what the Daughters of Respite can do. They seem to be almost completely immune to any magic. Is there any reason you might have gotten it from one of them?"

I rack my brain, trying to think of something, and I recall being back in the Paladonic Knight's mountain home. I had been in my dragon form, Miranda Olsen knocked out as I tried to step over her. One of my chrome and black talons had scratched her and something had washed over me at the time, settling into my skin. Could that have been it?

"Even if you're immune to magic," Brooke states, "that won't entirely protect you from Eris, and it doesn't offer any protection to the rest of us."

"The generator's choices are few," Alloria says, startling us. Where had she been hiding? "He can meet with the Pillar of Darkness deep in his own territory, or meet with Eris near the border. She has already agreed, by the way."

She has already agreed? That was fast!

"I won't go any deeper into that territory than I have to," I state firmly, brooking no argument.

"She had conditions, though," Alloria says, as though I hadn't spoken. I glare at her, knowing that she'd held back this information. She smiles slightly in response.

Watch her, son, Shemhazau's voice fills my mind. Elves were always wily creatures, but this one seems to be a real bitch. While I don't like his terminology, I can't argue with his assessment.

"What are her conditions?" I ask when it doesn't look like she's going to continue on her own.

"You can't take any more than three other people with you," she says, keeping her brown eyes locked on mine.

"Do I get to choose?" I ask, trying to keep my voice as level as hers.

"No," she says. "The Paladonic Knight, the mermaid assassin . . . and me." Despite her voice staying calm, I can tell she's not happy about being included. "She's promised safe conduct to and from there, as long as we promise no violence."

"I don't like it," Brooke says worriedly. "She can't be trusted, and why these conditions?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Becky asks, stepping forward. When we all look at her blankly, she starts to look embarrassed. "Well, I mean, if she used to be the goddess of vengeance, who among us are most strongly driven in that direction?"

I see her point now, but I wonder how Eris could possibly know that much about us. Could it be something with her being the Pillar of Darkness's confidant?

Emmett, despite his recent change in attitude, was still a Paladonic Knight; the epitome of racial haters. Alloria is the last of her kind and very much a hater of humans. Even Brooke has a lot in her past. After over 140 years, I'm sure she wants vengeance somewhere.

"When do we leave?" I ask, deciding quickly. It needs to be done, and if I second-guess everything, then I'll never get the tokens of power I'll need to take out Aldol.

"Lyden, are you sure?" Brooke asks me, fear evident in her eyes.

"I am," I lie.

A sudden whinny from the balcony makes us all turn in that direction. Despite her bulk, Blue moves into the main room, barely avoiding squashing some of my friends.

"Oh, look!" Areth squeals like a teenage girl. "Horsies!" The tiny golden woman flits over to where four dark black equines stand waiting. As she gets close, though, one of them snaps at her, and she flies to my chest, gripping my shirt. "Mean horsy!"

"Nightmares," Alloria says unhappily. "Our rides have arrived."

"Don't go with the mean things," Areth orders me, but I carefully hand her off to Sheila. There is uncertainty in my slave's eyes, and I try to nod reassuringly to her.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," I tell everyone as I walk to one of the midnight stallions.

"I was hoping for a bit more action on this trip," Jennifer complains loudly. "Just don't fuck this goddess too hard!"

Jennifer's vulgarity breaks the tension, and everyone but Richard and Emmet laughs lightly. The police captain just looks stern. "I didn't come on this trip to be constantly left behind," the hook-nosed man states.

"I'd take you with me if I could," I tell him. "Rest while you can, though. I have a feeling things will get a lot more exciting for you after we get back."

I don't wait for a response before leaping to the back of the horse. Before Marchosias's fantasy world, I'd never been near a horse, but now I seem to know just what to do with the equine. I had been half-afraid the thing would nip at me, but it just turns and launches us off the balcony. I have only half a second to hang on and feel my stomach in my throat, before I hear the nightmare's hooves clatter on the open air.

"Wait for us!" Brooke shouts behind me, but I'm not in control of this flight.

We fly west and a little north, over open plains filled with various creatures, most of them unrecognizable. All too soon I see a shadowed area. There is light all around us, except for a spike of dimness that stabs into Earth's domain. A shiver runs down my spine as we cross this odd border, and turn north towards deeper darkness. In the murkiness, it takes me a moment to realize we're getting closer to the ground.

Landing, the four stallions continue moving until inky darkness surrounds us.

Silence reigns, even the nightmare's hoof beats are entirely muted. Uneasiness festers in my stomach like rancid meal.

After a few minutes, or maybe a lifetime, I notice a soft glow directly ahead. As we approach it, I turn to speak to my invisible companions, but no sound escapes my lips. I'm not sure if there is something wrong with my vocal cords or if it is somehow due to this strange place. The eerie silence lends credence to the latter, but what if my ears are not working either? This doesn't make me feel any better.

As we come closer to the light, I can make out a single woman standing by a lamppost. Long black hair flows from her head, and strange tattoos adorn her pale skin.

"Welcome, friends," she says as we enter the sphere of her light. Her voice is soft and sultry with a seductive quality to it that I don't miss. I'm immediately on my guard.

"Eh," I hear Brooke's voice next to me, and I turn to see her rubbing her throat. "I can finally speak." I am glad that I wasn't the only one.

Brooke's eyes are wide, and she keeps turning to look into the impenetrable blackness behind us. I don't blame her. There is an itch between my shoulder blades, as though something is out there, watching us.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us," I tell the goddess, trying to keep my voice level. It still quavers with uncertainty.

"I admit that I have wanted to meet you for some time, Lyden Snow," she informs me, walking over to the nightmare I'm riding. She reaches for the stallion's muzzle, but just before she's able to make contact with it, the blasted animal vanishes and suddenly I'm landing hard on my rump. Eris frowns slightly, but offers her hand to help me to my feet. Her fingernails are pitch black, almost as dark as the gloom around us.

I take it without thinking. Brooke's shouted, "Lyden, no! Don't!" comes too late. As soon as my fingers touch the goddess's soft slim hand, the world seems to spin. Anger, spitefulness, and a general sense of wanting to destroy anything I can get my hands on, including the exotic woman before me, swamps through my body. Before I'm able to act, she lets go, and I'm returned to myself. Dizziness replaces the other emotions, and I almost topple back over, barely catching myself.

Brooke's arm goes around me, and I lean into her to stay upright, pulling solace through our shared love.

"Sorry about that," Eris says contritely. "They never let me touch them."

Having experienced her touch first hand, I can understand why!

"I'm okay," I tell Brooke and stand fully upright. Looking around I see Emmett and Alloria dismounting. As soon as their feet touch ground, their nightmares vanish. I turn back to Eris, trying to act more confident than I feel. "You know why we've come?" I continue when she nods, an odd smile painting her features. "What must we do, to gain a token of the Pillar of Darkness's favor?"

"I'm so glad you came to me for that, instead of going all the way to Him," she states, her voice full of the confidence I wish I felt. Even with Murasame on my hip, that one small taste of her power really shook me. "I love the man dearly, but He would have made things a lot less pleasant." She giggles then, and I can sense a hint of madness behind it. "And a lot less fun."

"Speak plainly, Goddess," Alloria commands. "If the Outsider kills off the Pillars, then your master will die as well. It is in your own self interest to provide what we need."

I flinch at her tone, hoping Eris doesn't get offended and decide to forget about us, but at the same time I agree with the elf.

Eris's smile only grows bigger. "And that is why I agreed to this meeting, dear elf. If it were entirely up to me, I would simply give you what you want, but the world doesn't work that way." If it weren't for that smile on her face and the gleam in her eyes, I'd almost believe she was sad about being unable to help us immediately. "It has to be earned."

"W-what would y-you have us d-do?" Emmett speaks up for the first time, and I realize the man is terrified. Looking at this from his perspective, I can understand why. In a way, he is a representative of a group of men that have made it their life's mission to kill every creature like the ones surrounding him. Somehow his fear makes me feel slightly better. I'm not the only one worried about what might happen.

Eris's responding smile shows all of her white teeth.

"You must do something that you may regret for the rest of your lives. Each of you will have to do something that you are loathe to do. Do this, and the talisman representing my lover's power will be yours." She turns to Brooke, and I feel the redhead's hand firmly grip mine. "Starting with you, mermaid."

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Authors Note: Just three more chapters, and this story will be done. I know I do this at the end of each chapter, but I really have to thank Garbonzo for all of his hard work and efforts. He was the one to put together the blog. He takes time out of his busy schedule to edit these chapters, to make them what they are. I really do appreciate him!



The Succubae Seduction Ch. 32



What evil plans does Eris, the goddess of chaos, strife, and vengeance, have in store for Lyden, Brooke, Emmet, and Alloria? Will they be able to go through with her dark desires, or will they balk and let two worlds die?

*

Eris

Brooke's fingers are entwined in my own, as the goddess of strife, vengeance, and chaos looks at her. The redhead glances at me, and I can see uncertainty in her gaze. The moment only lasts for a second, and Brooke turns back to face Eris, shoulders squared and ready.

"What would you have me do?" she asks. Eris's smile grows feral and hungry.

"It is a simple task, difficult in the doing," the tattooed woman replies cryptically. "Simply tell the generator your true emotions."

The mermaid blinks in confusion for a few moments, before turning to me. "I love you, Lyden," she says, her voice full of conviction, "with all my heart."

That familiar warmth fills my chest, and I can't deny my own feelings for the mermaid. "And I love you," I tell her, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Ah, but that's not all, is it mermaid?" Eris chimes in, her voice solicitous. "There is more, festering just under the surface. Come on. Be completely honest with him. He deserves it after everything he's done to you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Brooke defends herself. "I love him with all my heart!"

"Tsk, tsk," the goddess chides. "Didn't I say it would be difficult?" She contemplates us, even looking at where we're holding hands and shakes her head. "Looks like I'll have to assist."

Before either of us can react or think, Eris points at Brooke. That's all. She just points.

Brooke throws my hand back at me, and I turn to look at her. Anger suffuses her features as she glares at me.

"Brooke?" I ask uncertainly.

"You want to know the truth, Lyden Snow?" She twists my name with scorn, and I realize that Eris's power is working on her. I remember how I'd felt with just that one small touch. What would it be like to have the goddess intentionally concentrate on you? "The truth is: I resent you! I gave up everything to save a child, and for what?" As she speaks, her voice rises. I do my best to let her words roll off me, knowing that this is Eris's doing. They still sting, though. "To be with a man who can't even keep his cock in his pants. Every time I turn around, you're fucking someone else. I even had to kill my old mentor, and when I thought I could finally die in peace, you went and brought me back. Because of you, I've been tortured, tormented, and treated as if I'm not the one that's been with you the longest! Look at you! You're a wimp that can't handle what life sends at you. Oh no, someone's hurt poor Lyden's feelings. He's probably off pouting somewhere. Stop crying, you're a grown man!"

By the time she winds down, my eyes are tearing up. Despite myself, each word coming from her feels like a spoon trying to dig out my heart. Each new gripe blindsiding me.

"You don't mean any of that," I say, my voice soft, but carrying in the darkness around us.

"Oh, but she does," Eris crows. "These are the emotions and thoughts she keeps locked away. Buried deep in her heart, these things are festering. Better to let them all out, wouldn't you say?"

"You're making her say those things," Emmet yells, surprisingly speaking up despite his terror of the goddess.

She turns her dark shadowed eyes on the balding man and smiles. The Paladonic Healer's face loses all of its color as he steps back.

"I am not the outsider, capable of controlling others, Knight," her voice is now firm, having lost its jovial quality. "My power simply allows what is buried deep to come out. I can unlock the secrets of your soul. What you do then, is up to you."

"L-Lyden?" Brooke's voice quavers, but I can't look at her. Even if Eris had forced those words from her, they had to have come from somewhere. Deep down, Brooke really feels that way about me. "Lyden, I'm so sorry. I love you."

Despite myself, despite knowing how much it will hurt, I have to ask. "Is it true?" I wait for an answer, but only silence greets me. "Is it true!?" I shout, finally turning to look at her. The redhead pulls away from my glare. I can see fresh tears staining her cheeks. "Is that how you truly feel about me? Am I just some mistake you made when you were younger?"

"Yes. No! I mean. . . ." She stumbles over her words, and I wait, my heart thundering in my ears. "I never thought of you that way, I promise. I know what I said hurt you, but you have to know I love you Lyden."

"That doesn't answer my question," I state firmly. Her head drops, and she sobs for a second, while I continue to wait.

Her head slowly nods, and I feel my heart break. "I guess it was buried down deep. I meant what I said, about never thinking of you like that. Yes, because of you, my life has been chaotic, and at times terribly painful, but you've always been there for me. You've helped me more than you've ever hurt me. Sometimes I get a bit jealous of your other women. It hurts to see you love so many, but I know that I alone can't take care of you. You need every one of us. Not just for the sex, but for what we do to help you out. Every one of us has helped to make you a better person, and stronger. Even Areth," she adds with a light chuckle.

"What about the part about me not being able to handle what life throws at me?" I ask, my voice oddly calm compared to my emotions.

"You. . . ." She trails off, and has to start again as she considers her words. "At first, you were hard to be around if something bad happened. I knew it was because you cared so much, and that's part of why I fell in love with you. After Lisa's death, I was certain we were going to lose you completely. You surprised us, though. I could see that you were hurting, but you didn't stop. You kept going. You're not the man that you once were. You've changed, and I think it's all been for the better."

Our eyes meet, hers sea green, and mine gray. I have to swallow a few times to get the lump out of my throat. I realize everyone around us is intently watching us, Eris with a wide grin on her exotic features. I block them out, concentrating on the woman before me. Her words have torn me apart, but she's right. I'm not the man that I once was. That man would have fled, retreating into himself. That man is dead.

"Eris was right," I tell Brooke. She looks at me in confusion, but I keep going. "It really is better to have all of that out." She nods, dropping her chin to her modest chest, and I see fresh tears spring to her eyes. She thinks I'm leaving her. "I love you Brooke." Her head snaps back up. "Your words hurt me more than you might ever know, but at least I know how you truly feel. I know you love me, Brooke. You would never stay with me as long as you have, without feeling that way. Please don't doubt that I love you as well. I'm sorry that I've hurt you by being with the other women. From now on I'm yours, and only yours."

"Lyden, no!" she pleads with me, embracing me and crying into my shoulder. "That you would do that for me . . . but no. I meant what I said. You need all of us. I love you, Lyden, but please don't do that."

My arms wrap around the mermaid, and I pull her tightly to me. I'm worried that one day her deeper emotions will take over and I'll lose her, but. . . .

But I'll be dead long before that happens. I try not to think of what that'll do to her, or any of my friends for that matter.

"Well, shit!" Eris pipes up, ruining the moment and putting me on my guard. "That didn't cause as much strife as I thought it would."

Brooke pulls away from me, her face as red as her hair, but I keep my arm around her, pulling her tightly to me. Her right hand presses against my chest as she snuggles into my right side.

"So we passed your test?" I ask hopefully, already knowing the answer.

"Test? There is no test, generator. Only performing actions that will earn you my master's token of power." She laughs softly, and I feel my heart plummet. "Besides, there are still three of you that need to act."

"There should only be two," Alloria speaks for the first time. "Lyden has already dealt with his, and Brooke has done what you made her do."

Rage contorts the goddess's features. "Do not presume to tell me anything, elf! You forget that I said each of you will have to do something that you may regret for the rest of your lives. What has the generator done that he will regret? No, forgiveness is not a part of this bargain!" This is the first time I've seen Eris angry. It's a bit frightening.

Alloria backs up, and bumps into Emmet. Both recoil from the touch and separate further.

Eris visibly calms herself, taking long slow breaths, before taking a few steps back to the light pole. When she turns to face us again, the smile is back on her face. Somehow I'm even more scared of her smile than I would be of her wrath.

"I know how much of a hurry you're in," she states, "so the three of you can do it together. It would have been more fun if you had chosen to hate the mermaid, Lyden, but I think this will work out as well." Her grin widens even more, and the tattoos on her face and body actually begin to glow softly. She points at me. "You, Lyden, are always terrified about what your kids will turn out like. Always afraid they might become some kind of monster. You will get the mermaid pregnant, and I promise you, the dear sweet Pillar of Earth will be unable to make any changes to it. What it will be, it will be."

My heart plummets at this news. Not that I have to make love to Brooke, even though I'm still hurting from her tirade, but because I am truly worried about what a child between us will be. Before I can say anything, she turns to Emmet and Alloria, pointing at both of them. "You, Emmet, despite what you've recently claimed, still despise all creatures from this world. You may no longer want to kill all of us, but you still hate us."

Uh-oh, I think I can see where this is going.

"And Alloria, the last elf in existence. Saved from the fate of the rest of your kind, you harbor your own form of hatred. You hate all humans, but you have a special hatred for men. A hate that transcends all racial boundaries." Alloria and Emmet look at each other, already connecting the dots and shaking their heads. Eris grins even wider as she makes her final pronouncement. "Paladonic Knight, you will impregnate the last elf in the world."

"I won't do it!" Alloria screams, backing away. "I can't do . . . do . . . that!"

"I will not soil my body and soul with such an act," Emmet intones solemnly. I had thought the man was turning a new leaf, but apparently I was mistaken in just how far he'd come.

"Then the Pillar of Darkness's token of power will be forever outside Lyden's reach, and our world will likely fall and crumble." Eris says, still smiling.

"But that will mean your death as well," I say, trying to help the others out. As hard as it might be, I'm at least willing to do my part, but to force that on them is the epitome of cruelty.

"Yes, and chaos and strife, pain and torture, will rule the day. I will be free from my own torments, while delivering to the world what I've had to feel inside for millennia!" As she speaks, she spreads her arms wide. She is truly mad. I can't imagine what it must be like to live with those emotions constantly churning inside you, but she must be in true pain, if she's willing to sacrifice the world. I wonder why she doesn't commit suicide, if she's suffering so much. But as I watch her smile at us, I see that she truly enjoys delivering the torments she feels onto others. "The only time I'm free of the pain of my existence is when others feel it. When others are tormented, or chaos abounds, or vengeance reaped, then can I breathe easy." Her resulting cackle sends shivers down my spine, while at the same time I pity the woman.

"Not that," Alloria says, her voice haunted. "Anything else but that!"

"The choice is simple, Elf and Knight. Do as I've bid, or watch the worlds fall to the outsider."

The two look at one another and I see Alloria shudder. "Gaia has commanded me to do all that I can to save our worlds. She'd told me that I may have to sleep with the generator, considering his power. I'd convinced myself that if it would save the world, I could do it. This is different, though. I won't be making him any more powerful. This is only for spite! And to have to carry your child. . . . A human child. . . ."

". . . regret for the rest of your life," I hear Brooke murmur Eris's words from earlier.

"I love you," I whisper to her and feel comforted when she hugs me tightly back. No matter what happens, if our child becomes a monster, I will always love her. Even if I have to do it from the other side of the grave.

"For generations, my family has been a part of the Paladonic Knights, protecting humanity from the monsters that lurk in the world." Emmet's voice seems to be coming from someone else, it sounds so distant. "I was raised with the belief that every creature from this world was out to destroy us. Lyden has shown me that my childhood may have been a lie. But to lie down with someone not even human. . . . A lifetime of prejudices don't go away that easily, even for one as beautiful as you."

"You think I'm beautiful?" Alloria asks, confusion in her tone. "I've seen paintings of my ancestors, and have a few memories from when I was a child. I am truly ugly compared to them."

Even I have to admit that Alloria is breathtaking. If she is ugly by their standards, then the Elven race must have been a true sight to behold.

"You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," Emmet replies honestly. "But you aren't even human."

"And you are human," she responds sadly.

I glance over at Eris, and note a difference in her posture and smile. Where before she had been tense and feral, now she looks relaxed and happy. Had she reacted the same way when Brooke had been telling me how she truly felt? I'd been a bit preoccupied at the time to notice.

"Our world must be saved," Alloria said, her voice soft. She looks up for the first time and sees Emmet looking at her. I can tell that she's surprised not to see hatred on his face. "If you can forget what I am, I will suffer your touch," she says, defeat thick in her voice.

I can tell that Emmet is warring with himself, before his head drops as well. "I will no longer be allowed to return to my brethren. This act will taint me, but I have sworn to protect mankind. What is one life, one act, compared to all that will be lost if I don't?"

"I won't enjoy this," the elf mutters.

"Neither will I," the knight replies.

The two stare at each other for a moment, unsure of how to proceed.

"Why don't you show them how it's done?" Eris asks. Her voice actually has a dreamy quality.

Without saying a word, Brooke turns into my body and tilts her head back. I take the invitation for what it is, and press my lips to hers. The kiss isn't passionate by any accounts, only our lips pressed together, but I try to impart all the love I have in me for the redhead through this one act.

Reaching down, I grip the hem of her shirt and slowly lift it up. When it's bunched up under her arms, I move my hands to her small breasts. Her tongue tentatively brushes along my lips, and I open up to let her in. As our tongues gently glide along one another, my thumbs find her nipples are already hard.

Brooke pulls back, and removes her shirt, as I bend forward and take one of her small areolas between my lips.

"I'm scared, Lyden," I hear above me, and pull back to look into her beautiful eyes. "What if we have a monster? I-I don't think I could destroy my own child. Not something we made together."

"I know," I tell her softly. "I worry too, but how can any child we make be evil?"

"I had hoped that one day we could have kids," she continues as if I hadn't spoken. "When Mother Earth said she could help with Sheila's kids, I thought we could do it. But not like this. Not forced into it, with no help from Gaia."

My insides ache to see my lovely Brooke in this state, while at the same time, I want to tear into the goddess for making us do this. Looking to the dark haired woman, I see a sublime look on her face. I know she's getting just what she wants. Alloria and Emmet are watching us. They're standing close to one another, but not touching.

I pull Brooke to me again, one hand going to the back of her head, the other one to the small of her back as I hug her to me. I can feel her stiff nipples poking me in the chest, and know she can feel the bulge in my pants pressed against her stomach.

Using the hand on her head, I tilt it up, and press my lips to hers again. I have no answers for her fears, other than my love and presence. For now, it will just have to do.

Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Reaching between us, I work at her pants for only a moment, before sliding them down and off her. Bent over as I bring the waist of her pant to her ankles, I'm eye level with her clean-shaven pussy. Despite everything, or maybe because of it, I can easily see how aroused she is. As soon as she has one foot out of her pants, I grab her rear, and pull her nether-lips forward to meet mine.

I hear her gasp above me as I find her clit, sucking hard on it. This isn't like our normal lovemaking, where I take it slow. I still plan on being gentle, but this time there is a purpose to our coupling, and I want to make sure neither of us has the time to back out.

I pull my right hand down, and painstakingly work at getting my own pants down and off. I have to reach in and readjust my rod before my underwear drop free. How odd, that earlier today I'd told Gaia that I wasn't up for sex, but now that I'm with someone I truly love, I'm hard a ready to go. Once my pants are off, I kneel between her legs, never removing my lips from hers.

I can sense Brooke getting close to her climax, as my tongue works through her inner lips. Moving quickly, I place my hands behind her knees, and pull, while placing my pelvis directly beneath her. She lands in my lap, wide eyed, but I don't stop my movements. It takes me only a second to lift her up, position my pole, and drop her. I'd hoped to be able to get her off with my antics, but instead it looks like I just postponed it. There is still plenty of time.

I let her sit in my lap, getting accustomed to being filled so quickly. My only movements are to lightly tickle her back and sides with my fingertips, and plant soft kisses along her cheeks and neck.

When her hips begin to move, making my phallus stir around inside her, I know she's ready. I love how wet she gets, and truly love the way her inner walls fit snugly around my accommodating prick.

"Oh, Lyden," I hear her moan softly when I bring my hands down to her rear and help move her. "I love you so much. I do want to have your child. I want to have all of you, in any way you'll share with me."

Realizing that her words are coming more from the moment, than her true intentions, I look up and see Eris grimace at us slightly. I also notice the goddess is topless and gently running her fingers across her modest breasts. The strange tattoos that adorn the side of her face travel down her body, even coming up on the side of her breasts.

"I love you," I reply. "I think I always have, even when I was a child. For as long as I live, I will always love you." Inside I twinge at how deceptive my words can be. I won't be alive much longer. What Gaia told me is true, and I can't survive past the coming battle.

Eris grins at my inner turmoil, tweaking one of her nipples.

This isn't the first time we've had someone watching us, I realize. I remember the desperate session in the Orange Bubble as we rushed to rescue Areth from Blue. This is the first time so much has hinged on the act, however. It's a good thing Brooke feels devine, tightly wrapped around my phallus, or I might get distracted by everything else going on around us.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 32



Brooke places her hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me back. As soon as my shoulders touch the black ground—I marvel at how soft it is, noticing for the first time—she stares deep into my soul. "I know what you enjoy the most. For now, let's do this. Later we can truly make love."

I nod, letting her know I understand, and she lifts my head to her left breast. I can see Eris still playing with her breasts to my right, while to her right, Alloria and Emmet are intently watching us.

I block them out, concentrating instead on the woman atop me. As she leans forward, I can feel her pussy slide up my cock. When she begins to go back, I lift my hips, timing our movements perfectly, and hitting her deepest, most intimate parts. My left hand is on her right breasts, thumbing her sensitive nipple, while I play with the other one between my teeth and tongue.

For some unknown reason, I remember being in Marchosias's lair. I get an idea.

When she clamps down on me, moaning softly, I know I won't be far behind her. I pick up my pace, driving into her as I suck harder on her teat. Just as she starts to come down from her climax, mine begins, and she moans louder, another wave of passion and bliss overcoming my lover, as I empty myself into her womb.

"Tsk, tsk," Eris says and I can detect an edge to her tone. "Did you really think you could fool me?"

"What do you mean?" Brooke asks. "We did what you wanted."

"No, mermaid, he didn't," she warns. "He chose not to make his seed potent."

It's true, but how did she know? It only takes a moment's thought to realize the answer. I should have been a lot more anguished than I was. I hadn't fooled her at all.

Brooke looks at me and can see the truth on my face. "I guess we'll just have to go another round," she says, not seeming unhappy about the prospect. Unfortunately, my cock doesn't seem to want to agree, as it continues to deflate inside her. "Oh," she says when she realizes my predicament. I've had too much sex today, and don't know how long it'll be before I recover.

What was I thinking? Now, instead of being able to rush right back, we'll have to wait here, until I can recover and do it again. I'm not sorry about having to make love to my wonderful mermaid, but the lost time eats at me.

The goddess smiles at my torment, and then turns to the other two. "You have waited long enough. It's time you complete your end of the bargain."

The two people from different races turn and look at one another uncertainly. "I've never been with anyone," Alloria confesses, and I see Emmet's face go even paler.

"The first time will hurt, if you're anything like a real human," he tells her, "but I know a spell that'll help."

"I don't want your spells!" she suddenly snaps, then visibly regains control of herself. "I'm sorry, this is just wrong, but it's not your fault." I can tell those words have cost her by the way Eris seems to have a small orgasm. "I broke my hymen centuries ago. I'll survive this."

Emmet nods, gulping visibly. "How do you want to do this?" Despite how much I know he's not looking forward to being with the gorgeous elf, I'm glad that at least he's trying to be considerate. I don't think many of his brethren would be, in the same situation.

"I don't," she states, then takes a deep breath, "but I must." She locks eyes with him. "Get naked, and we will go from there."

"Will watching them get you hard?" Brooke whispers in my ear. I shrug, not really feeling it right now. "Hmm, well then maybe I can help." She pulls away from me, letting her red curls trail down my chest, until her face is inches from my shrunken member. It still glistens from our combined juices, but she doesn't hesitate before taking it between her lips. I can feel her tongue swirl around the over-sensitive rim, and have to grip the ground to keep from crying out. As good as it feels, I sense no change in my second brain.

Looking back to the others, I see that both have removed their clothing. I have to admit that Alloria has a body that easily matches her face, with firm handful sized breasts sitting high on her chest, and a small tuft of light brown hair at the top of very smooth looking long legs.

The surprise comes from Emmet who is rather well endowed. To look at the man from the outside he doesn't look like much, but even I'm impressed with his cock's size.

Apparently so is Alloria, because her eyes are locked on the throbbing purple head.

"That might hurt after all," she mutters, and then shakes herself. Her next words are too soft to reach my ears, but I hear them through the ground somehow. "It's to save our world. It's to save our world." Her voice grows in volume as she gives commands. "Lie down, and stop staring at me. Good. Now hold still. If a weak human like you can suffer this, then I can as well."

Emmet follows her commands, except for the one to quit staring at her. After he lies down, she steps over him and squats down, her back to his head. Reaching between them, the elf grips his cock, and aims it for her hole. She lowers herself, but grimaces and lifts up again. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she mutters, and again I hear it through the ground. She rubs the tip against her slit for a few seconds, and then tries again, but with the same results.

Meanwhile, Brooke's ministrations are starting to have an effect, as she licks my shaft from balls to tip, and back again. I'm not necessarily growing hard, but I am feeling interested again. "You feel wonderful," I tell her. "Keep it up." She nods, and then sucks my entire rod into her mouth.

"It's not working!" I hear Alloria easily with my ears. "There has to be another way, Eris!"

If the goddess is bothered by the use of her name, she doesn't show it. "My dear elf, you have to want it, to get it to work," she says, a sublime grin across her face. She is truly enjoying their torment. "To get that monster into you, you're going to have to be aroused."

"By a human?" Alloria demands, and then shakes her head. "Fine!" The elf's eyes land on Brooke and me, and she smiles wickedly. "She seemed to enjoy it when he licked her pussy. Lick mine, human."

"My name is Emmet, and I'd rather lick a pig!" he snarls at her, finally losing it with the way she's treating him.

"Then imagine it's a pig you're licking, human," she shoots back, and before he can respond, she scoots back and sits on his face. When he doesn't make any moves, she wiggles her hips, grinding herself on him. "I said lick it!"

I see Emmet shrug his shoulders, and a second later Alloria gasps. Once again I hear her mutter, "It's to save our world. It's to save our world." But this time it is interrupted by another gasp. A few seconds later, she closes her eyes and sucks in her bottom lip.

"Do you really think she will get that thing in her?" Brooke asks, her hand massaging my meat. I'm no longer entirely flaccid, but I'm not exactly hard, either.

"I think she's determined enough to try," I tell her. I spare a glance for Eris, and see the she has moved one hand into the hem of her skirt, as she watches the other two.

Looking back to Alloria and Emmet, I can make out that she is swiveling her hips against his mouth, and I can hear barely stifled moans through the Earth. But just when it looks like she might get off, she stops.

"Enough, human," she states imperiously. "Obviously you have no skill at that. We'll just have to try the original way."

"Emmet, dammit! My name is Emmet! And you were moaning plenty, and dripping down my chin with your tasty juices a moment ago." He pauses as he realizes he'd just paid her a slight compliment concerning her fluids.

Alloria seems to ignore him, but I catch her running a finger along her slit as she positions herself over him, and then tasting that finger. Emmet sees none of it, as her back is still to him. She aims his pole for her opening again and lets herself down on it, wiggling slightly. I can tell the moment his head slips inside as her eyes grow wide, and her mouth makes a large 'O'.

"That really turned you on," Brooke whispers to me, and I look down to see that I'm almost fully back.

"I like seeing a woman enjoy herself," I say.

"Like Eris?" She asks, nodding to the woman. Looking over, I see the goddess on the ground, skirt bunched up around her waist, and two fingers of her right hand furiously rubbing her clit, while her left hand tweaks one of her hard nipples.

"Her, I'd rather not see so happy," I state, and the slight slackening in my rod is proof of that.

Brooke notices it too, and graces me with a wonderful smile. Not because I'm going slack while she's fondling me, but because of how I feel towards the goddess, I imagine. She drops her head back down, this time swallowing me into her throat. I can see the gills open on her neck, and know she can breathe fine. Still, the tightness of her throat makes me moan, and I can't help but entwine my fingers into her red curls from the pleasure she's giving me.

A grunt from Alloria draws my attention back to them, and I see she's still trying to work the man's large phallus into her. "Don't think I'm enjoying this human, but can't you try a little harder?"

"Fucking bitch," the healer grumbles, but I see him reach up and grab her hips. He starts to move in time with her, and slowly, little by little, he slips into her, stretching her hole. "Damned, stuck up, tight as fuck, bitch," the man grunts. I'm honestly surprised at his vulgarity, but wonder how I would feel in his position.

By the time he is halfway inside her, I'm hard as a rock, and ready to go. Brooke gets on all fours in front of me, and shakes her small bum. "Do me like this, so you can keep watching them." For herself, Brooke is literally dripping, as I quickly get behind her, and slip inside. Despite having only made love to her moments before, she feels like she's on fire. Apparently I'm not the only one turned on by Emmet and Alloria's fornication. Despite my earlier attitude, this time I try to take it slow, and just enjoy every inch of the mermaid's grasping twat.

"Is this what you wanted, slut?" Emmet asks, and suddenly Alloria freezes. Somehow she is able to spin around to face him, without pulling off his thick rod.

Her slap is easily audible, as is Eris's cry of pleasure as she gets off on her fingers. "I am no slut, human! I'm only doing this because I have no choice!"

"Then why does you cunt tighten down on me when I call you a slut, slut?" he demands, and before she can respond, he grabs the back of her head, and pulls her lips down to his. At the same time, he drives his hips up, driving his massive meat deeper into her.

She struggles against his embrace, but he continues thrusting his hips, and I can hear her gasping with each stroke.

"Yes, fuck me Lyden!" Brooke screams out, and I look down to see that I've started to match the same rhythm as Emmet and Alloria. "God, that's so hot, and feeling your huge cock pounding me at the same time. . . . Oh, God, I'm cumming!"

Her pussy clamps down on me, as she starts to shudder, but I don't slow down. I keep pace with the other couple.

Alloria finally pulls away from Emmet, and her eyes are wide as she glares down at him. "How dare you presume to do that, human!" She slaps him again, but he only grins.

He stops moving, and grips her hips firmly to keep her from moving. "Slut," he says, and drives his hips into her once. Her mouth tightens, but she doesn't say anything. "Slut," she states again, and this time when he thrusts I hear a slight moan escape her lips. "Slut," he calls her a third time, and when he thrusts, her whole body convulses, and the last little bit of his massive cock slides into her. He doesn't move after that, waiting for her to finish.

Anger blazes in her eyes when she opens them again, and she slaps him a third time. "I am no slut, human!"

"Then say my name, slut. Only a slut would fuck someone and not say their name," he challenges her, slamming into every time he calls her a slut but otherwise holding still. I can see her trying to grind against him, but she only shakes her head. "Slut," thrust. She shakes her head again. "Slut," thrust.

"Emmet, dammit! Your fucking name is Emmit! Oh, Goooood!" this time it's her that bends over, and kisses the man. I'm not sure who was surprised more, Emmet, or me, but the man begins to wildly thrust into the elf, passionately kissing her back, until his body locks up, and he grunts as he fills her pussy full of cum.

"Oh, yeah!" Brooke moans, as I grab her hips, and start pounding into her as hard as I can. "Cum in me, Lyden. Fill me with your sperm, and get me pregnant! I don't care what it is, I just want your child. Fuck me Lyden, fuck me, OH God!" As she clamps down on me again and her soul joins mine, I lose it, and fire deep into her womb, this time making sure that my spunk is potent. I debate on faking it again, and acting more distressed over it, but decide I'd better not. I don't know how much she can sense, or how well I can pretend to be in turmoil. I'm also running out of time to get back to Gaia and the others.

Worn out despite the energy I'd just received, I topple to the side, taking Brooke with me, and cuddle up behind her. "I love you, Brooke, and always will."

"Gaia will have no say in what your children will be," Eris crows, "but I will!"

I look up in time to see the darkness swallow her whole. When it retreats again, a large black pearl rests where she had been. A few seconds later, the nightmare stallions return.

Emmet and Alloria refuse to look at each other as they get dressed, but Brooke and I keep trying to find ways to stay in contact. Eris may have tried to drive a wedge between us, but she has only made our love grow stronger instead.

* * *

"I'm sorry, but we're sworn to secrecy," I tell Areth for what feels like the umpteenth time after greeting everyone in the large round room. Technically, only Emmet and Alloria demanded secrecy from us, but Brooke and I agreed to keep their secret.

"So you just walked in there, had a long chat with her, and she gave you the token?" Areth flutters in front of me, her hands on her hips. "Did you do something really perverted? You're really bad at doing perverted things, sometimes."

I know where she's coming from, but why does she have to be so loud about it? I see the elf and knight blushing furiously, and I hope no one is looking their way.

"Only two tokens left, young generator," Gaia says, coming up out of the floor. Alloria rushes to the Earth Mother, and gives her a fierce hug. Gaia pats her head, but her eyes are on Emmet. There is no doubt she knows what happened, and that she's not happy about it. When the elf pulls away, Gaia faces me, and I can see that some of the strain is gone from her eyes. Is that because of the energy I gave her earlier, or because my daughter and Angela are getting a grasp on their powers? "I believe those two may be your easiest ones yet, though I'm a bit worried."

My heart sinks as I hear those words. "Why? What's wrong?" I demand.

"Hear her out," Becky says. I turn to look at her.

"Angela already sent over a token of her power," Gaia states, holding up a small golden phoenix, "but there has been no word from the new Pillar of Air."

"Lysa?" I ask, barely aware of Brooke's fingers entwining in mine. "But you would know if something happened to her, right?"

Mother Earth grimaces, and I see a different weariness enter her eyes. "I can only see what happens on the ground. Air's demesne has very little ground in it, and I haven't been able to see your daughter since she left."

"But wouldn't you be under greater strain if she was. . . ." Brooke cuts off, looking worriedly at me. I know what she was going to say anyway. If she was killed.

"She's not dead," Gaia reassures us. "And I can feel her taking charge of her powers. She hasn't responded to any of my emissaries, however."

"That's because I've been busy procuring these," my daughter's voice, so like her mother's sweet tones, breaks the air.

We all spin at once, as a slow breeze enters the room. Dirty-blonde hair billows as a thin woman in flowing robes floats in just as we'd been talking about her.

"Lysa!" I exclaim, rushing to her.

"Stop!" she commands, and suddenly I'm bowled over backwards by a powerful blast of air. "Crap, sorry!" she cries, as I try to get the room to quit spinning around me. "I'm still trying to get used to my power."

"Wow, Lyden, that's your daughter alright," Jennifer crows as she laughs. "She even avoids swearing like you do!"

"Do that again!" Areth cries right afterwards. "That was fun, watching the dolt get blown around."

Finally I'm able to get my vision straightened out, and see what I should have seen before. In Lysa's arms are a bunch of sword hilts, but there are no blades.

"What are those?" Jewkes asks, pointing to the hilts.

Lysa beams, and there is no mistaking her as Lisa's daughter with that smile. "I had these swords made. The blades are made out of air, and there is nothing sharper." She sets the items on the ground, and I can see that the invisible blades gouge the solid rock of the floor. Before I have a chance to marvel at this wonderful gift, the Pillar of Air's arms are around my neck, and I'm buffeted from all angles as she hugs me.

"Are you doing okay?" I ask her, as my arms enfold her. She is literally lighter than air.

"I was terrified at first," she confides in me. "But I remembered watching you move on through terrible things, and come out stronger, Dad. I had to do my best."

My chest fills with warmth as she calls me Dad. Unbidden, my arms tighten around her as I hug her tighter.

"How are you able to leave your own domain so soon after taking the mantle?" Gaia asks.

Lysa actually giggles as she pulls away from me. "I'm a child of two minds," she states easily. "When I realized it was all a matter of the way I think, controlling this power became easy." She turns to look at me again, and I see her cheeks turn red. "Sometimes my emotions get in the way, though."

"Lysa?" a tremulous voice intrudes, and we turn to see Becky approach us uncertainly. The short brunette seems to fight with herself for a moment before finding her resolve. "I'm Becky. I knew your mother very well."

Becky had been angry with me for creating Lysa, and now I wonder what she's feeling as she faces her dead roommate's fully grown daughter.

Looking at the new Pillar, I see a tear slowly roll down her cheek, unaffected by the swirling wind around her. "If it's not too much to ask," Lysa says, and she is suddenly just as hesitant as Becky had been, "I would like to call you Mother, since—"

She doesn't get to finish the sentence, as Becky dashes forward and hugs my daughter. "Yes. I would like that!" she cries as the two women hold each other.

I have to fight my own emotions from overwhelming me as I watch the two, until Gaia interrupts my thoughts with a whisper in my ear.

"You have all the tokens you need," she whispers to me. "Now it's time to face the outsider, and your death."





The Succubae Seduction Ch. 33







The Succubae Seduction Ch. 33



Ondine laughs, shaking her head. "I wasn't always this good, and they underestimated me." I wonder when she gained the extra skill. Has she been practicing? "Besides, I don't want to use one of those blades. Plus, I only had to take out one. Unless you count the two that Lyden couldn't handle."

The women laugh at my expense for a moment. I let them. Goodness knows there will be little enough chance for laughter for the next little bit.

* * *

The three of us are breathless as we finally reach the courtyard. It felt like every time we turned around, there was another group ready to attack us. Where are all of the creatures fighting on our side? Luckily none of us have been seriously injured, only Brooke and Ondine are sporting various scratches. Nothing has been able to break through Murasame's defense, despite the hardship of fighting underwater.

The sight of ten mermen surrounding a huge seahorse statue and a glowing colorful ball of light pulls all thoughts of previous battles from my mind.

The mermen shout when they see us, but I notice that none of them are carrying swords.

"Spellcasters!" Brooke shouts out her warning as one of them lifts a hand, aiming his open palm at me.

A ball of light shoots across the intervening space, too fast for me to dodge and strikes me square in the chest.

The force of the impact knocks me back . . . a couple inches. I look down at my chest, and smile as I remember that I'm mostly immune to magic. The look on the other merman's face is priceless as he stares wide-eyed and open mouthed.

"KILL THEM," a massive voice bellows. I swear the water shudders at the sound. Looking up, I see that what I'd taken for a statue is in fact Varun. He's noticed us. The colorful light next to him is flashing in the way I know the Outsiders communicate. 

I turn to Brooke and Ondine, worried that they might fall under the thing's control, but they smile at me behind their glasses.

"That's weird," Ondine states. "It feels as though I should be able to understand it, but it's all garbled."

"Welcome to my world," I tell her.

A column of force interrupts any further talking as it slams into us, and immune or not, I'm still forced backwards. The two mermaids seem to be in worse straits, and I curse myself, remembering that they aren't immune to magic at all.

Well, if I can absorb external energy to my own uses, can I absorb this spell? A moment later, the spell fizzles out, and the three of us right ourselves.

"Your magic is useless," I yell to the mermen, hoping to let them flee.

Then I notice the glow behind their eyes. They have no choice in what they're doing.

Using my tail for propulsion, I speed forward, using the power I gained from absorbing that last spell to move even faster.

A dome springs up around the group. I slam into it, rebounding away. I curse my stupidity.

An idea occurs to me, and I pull Murasame from my hip, bringing the blade down hard on the barrier. It shatters like broken glass, and all ten mermen collapse with it, knocked insensate by the backlash of power.

Only Varun and the Outsider stand before me.

The Outsider flashes again, and I can see Varun growing angrier as he towers a good ten feet above me.

"I CAN'T! HE IS IMMUNE TO MY POWER," the large seahorse shouts in response to whatever the Outsider told him.

Somehow I can sense the Outsider turn to regard me as Brooke and Ondine swim up to my back.

"How did you know that would break their shield?" Brooke asks me quietly.

"Because my sword absorbs abilities and powers. I didn't think it would—Oomph!" I grunt as a bright light slams into my chest. I'd have gone flying—swimming?—if the mermaids wouldn't have caught me. As my vision clears, I realize I'm struggling just to breathe. There is a hole the size of my chest, burned out of my shirt. The Outsider's laser hadn't hurt me, so much as its impact had, knocking the breath out of me. Why can the Outsider still affect me, when other magic can't?

Looking back up, I see that the Outsider has fled, leaving us to deal with Varun.

The seahorse is obviously panicked, as he starts throwing various spells at us. Unfortunately for him, I easily absorb them, regaining my breath.

"Stop it, Varun!" I command the Pillar of Water. "You've lost. If you don't want to die as well, then give up!"

He doesn't quit, however, and seems to only grow more frantic.

"Brooke, Ondine, get out of here," I tell my companions.

"You can't kill him," Brooke states, fear choking her tone. "Lysa and Angela are still too weak. Killing Varun will only weaken this world more."

"I'll meet you on Marchosias's island," I state, refusing to look at her. "Get her out of here, Ondine." My voice leaves no room for arguments and the two mermaids flee.

Varun tries to attack them, but I block all of his efforts. The seahorse focuses on me again, and finally stops throwing spells my way. Instead, he physically attacks. The creature swims ten feet taller than I am, and is easily more powerful. His curled up tail lashes out at me, but with all of the power gained from his spells, I easily sidestep it. Reaching out, I grip his tail in my hand. Even at the end of it, I can barely get my hand around the tip. No dirty jokes here, please. I can feel the tiny bones that comprise the flexible appendage break and shatter under my powerful grip.

Varun screams, but I refuse to let go. Instead, I concentrate hard, pulling in all of the ambient energy around the Pillar of Water, but not from the Pillar himself. The seahorse's screams grow more ragged as first frost, and then ice, begins to form on his shiny scales. Cold surrounds me, but I do my best to ignore it, as the ice thickens, trapping the creature within. 

I don't know how long I stay there, drawing in power and locking Varun in the ice, but when I finally stop, my arm is encased in the frigid ice up to my elbow. A solid wall of frozen water extends from one end of the courtyard, to the other. Immobile, but somehow I sense he still lives, is Varun. The absurdity of trapping the seahorse in his own element isn't lost on me, but hopefully this will slow him down enough for me to take care of the light monster.

"I don't know if you can hear me," I tell the crazed creature, "but I want you to know I'm not your enemy. That other creature was. When I'm done with it, we will see about you."

With those ominous words left in the air, I use the smallest fraction of the strength flowing through my limbs to break my arm free of the ice that goes up to my elbow.

Turning, I speed-swim out of the courtyard, moving as fast as I can. This place is freaking cold!

I run into Brooke and Ondine as I leave the castle, and scowl at them for not getting away.

"Before you get mad," Brooke cuts me off before I can speak, "we stopped because it looked like that other creature went for the island, and we didn't want to—Oh!"

I don't waste any time, grabbing each woman around their naked waist and propelling us through the water. With all my gained energy, we make great time. When I see the ground begin to slope upwards, I aim for the surface. I break through with enough force to go airborne, and quicker than the speed of thought, I transform into my dragon form, absorbing the women with me, and sending out a shockwave as I pull in air around me to make up my mass.

Water droplets drip from my wings as they catch the air. I can see the beach on the island, and realize that the rain has stopped. Is this because I locked Varun up, or did he die in that ice cube? I shudder to think of the consequences of the latter.

I don't have time to consider it further, as I see Areth and Marchosias in his snake-tailed, winged wolf form fighting along with a group of determined Grindylows. Slowly pushing them down the beach are towering Cyclopes, swinging huge clubs and throwing boulders. Why are the Cyclopes fighting for the Outsiders? With only their one eye and at this distance, it's impossible to see if they're being controlled.

"I hate when you take me out of the fight like this," Brooke says, but I ignore her. She'd become a part of me when I transformed.

I bellow out a roar, enraged that anyone would dare attack one of my women. When I land on the beach, the Cyclopes stare at me for a brief moment before raising their weapons and coming for me.

I can see that Areth is yelling something, but can't hear her over the one-eyed monsters coming for me.

Any powers I need to worry about when killing them? I ask my father, with the mermaids listening.

"Is that why we had to kill all those other mermen back there? And here I thought you finally sucked at something," Ondine teases me.

No, son. Unless you count it an ability to be big, ugly, and great at tinkering.

"You could stand to be a little less attractive, Lyden," Ondine jibes. "I really think you're too good looking for your own good."

"I think he's just the right kind of good looking," Brooke comes to my defense.

Good, I think, in reference to my father's words. I tear into the front line of the beasts. With each swipe of my powerful claws, I feel myself growing stronger. Their clubs bounce harmlessly off my scaled hide, and even the boulders only bump me about, without causing any damage. With each blow of my claws, the monsters go down, until the remaining ones flee back into their cave. Well, some flee, some limp, and one crawls back to their home.

I look around, not even breathless after my exertions, trying to find the Outsider.

"Lyden!" I hear Areth scream in terror. My blood grows cold at the sound.

Turning my head on my long neck, I see Marchosias still in his animal form, the golden fairy between his teeth.

"LET. HER. GO!" I telepathically order the demon, but when he looks at me, I can see the glow behind his eyes. "IF YOU THINK THAT CONTROLLING HIM WILL STAY MY HAND, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT TO KILL HIM," I think at the controlled demon.

Marchosias blinks, and I see the glow fade from his gaze. A second later he yawns in confusion, looking just like a dog, and Areth drops from his mouth. When she hits the sand and doesn't move, fear courses through my large body, immediately replaced by rage.

"Don't do anything foolish," Brooke admonishes me, but I block her out. In fact, I change back to my human form, just so I don't take her into this battle.

Naturally, I forget to form my clothes.

Marchosias takes one look at me, Murasame already in my hands, and howls as he flees. That's okay. He's not my target right now anyway.

"Brooke, Ondine, look after Areth. I need to put someone's lights out." The North Pole has more warmth in it than my tone does right now.

Closing my eyes, I carefully pull in energy from around me. Will this work? I'm still getting used to this new ability. Or is it an old ability, with a new twist? I'm able to sense a greater pool of power further inland. I don't hesitate before super-speeding in that direction.

When I catch up to the Outsider, it has two Cyclopes and one Grindylow guarding it. The three creatures charge me, heedless of their own danger. By the glow in their eyes, I know they're not doing this of their own free will. Only the Grindylow survives, as I strike him in the back of the head with the grip of Murasame. Two one-eyed heads go rolling past me, however.

"Give it up," I tell the light creature. "You cannot win this."

This time, I'm anticipating the bolt of light that spears from the thing. It almost seems like child's play, as I step to the side, leaving my two-toned blade in its path. I hear my father's screams as the Outsider's energy flows into my blade, but I try to ignore it. The attack lasts less than a second. I point the blade back at the creature, willing all the new energy out. At first nothing happens for a few seconds, and Shemhazau's voice continues to scream in my head. Then there is a wrenching sensation from my gut, and light balls up at the tip of my katana-like blade. It elongates and soon I see that it has taken on the form of a small dolphin. Quicker than thought, the dolphin powers forward, swimming through the air. Its nose pierces the center of the Outsider. There is a puff of acrid smoke, and then nothing.

"Really?" I ask, feeling underwhelmed. That was an awesome killer move, and all I got was a puff of smoke?

I turn and move to sheath Murasame, but freeze halfway. My stomach sinks as I look at my blade. It's no longer chrome and midnight black colored, but a very dull gray color. "Dad?" I ask the sword, willing it to answer me. "Shemhazau? Answer me!" Tears spring to my eyes as silence greets my request. Maybe it's just dirty, and he can't speak through it, I think. But as soon as my thumb touches the dull blade to wipe it clean, it crumbles to dust.

In my rage to destroy the Outsider, I destroyed what was left of my father as well. The grip that once belonged to Murasame falls from my nerveless fingers, but my knees hit the ground first. Despair threatens to overwhelm me. I had known my father for a short time, and it wasn't enough. Sure he had embarrassed me, and at times I'd thought he was annoying, but now that he's gone, I realize just how much I loved him. And now I have killed him twice.

"Lyden!" Ondine's voice screams out. "We need you!"

They need me? Why, so I can get them killed as well?

"NO!" I scream at myself, reaching to get out of my despair before I fully succumb to it. "No more! No more of my friends will die today."

I rush back to the beach, and find what I at first think is a bunch of demons in Marchosias's form, until I realize they're just overgrown wolves. Brooke and Ondine are standing over Areth's inert form, doing their best to hold them back. Three already lie dead at their feet, but already I can tell that the two mermaids are growing weaker. Blood seeps from a nasty scratch on Brooke's pale arm, and I see a dark stain marring Ondine's side.

Before I can move forward, Marchosias is at my naked side.

"Those are werewolves, generator," he warns me, crouching down and getting ready to pounce. From the direction of his snout and where his snake-tail is pointing, I know he's not about to attack me. "Beware their bite."

The demon moves like lightning, streaking across the ground. I'm not far behind him. I take just enough time to drop to all fours and transform into a dragon, using the sand below me for mass. Part of me can't help but wonder at how easy it's become for me to change forms. I no longer even feel pain when I transform.

My talons are back to their normal brown color.

Even without my father augmenting them, they are terribly sharp, and rend the wolf flesh easily. One tries to bite my foreleg, but Marchosias's tail sinks its fangs into the beast's neck before it can reach me. I ignore the fallen monster as its mouth begins to foam and it goes into its death convulsions.

I'm able to return the favor a moment later when a werewolf leaps for Marchosias's back, while his tail is killing another wolf. My tail sweeps out with enough force that I hear ribs break on impact. There is a sickening thud when the monster's head slams into a tree.

Without warning, I'm left with no one else to attack. What few werewolves remain are retreating back into the forest.

"Change, pup, or I'll rip your fucking throat out!" the demon growls behind me. Turning, I unexpectedly see that he has a wolf held down on its back. A moment later it changes into a well-built man in his mid-to-late twenties.

My first thought is of the women, and I rush to them, catching Brooke as her knees give way beneath her. She's covered in blood and gore, and I have no idea how much of it is hers, and how much is theirs.

"Did they bite you?" I ask, worried for her.

"Is Areth okay?" she asks weakly instead.

Despite my concern for the redhead, I turn to where Areth lies motionless in the sand. Only she's not entirely motionless. Her wings are torn and bent at bad angles, but she's breathing the slow breath of sleep.

With tears already filling my eyes, I turn back to the woman in my arms, and nod. "Good," she whispers. "I just need a little nap, and then I'll be ready to go some more."

Her eyes close, and despite the pale color of her skin, she is breathing easy.

"What's wrong with her?" I ask Ondine. I try to check Brooke over, but can't see any terrible wounds.

"It's her assassin's blade," the other mermaid responds wearily. "Every time she kills with it, she feels that death. I've heard that it's supposed to make them colder inside. Deaden them to the carnage they're sometimes asked to perform." She plops down next to me and rests her head on my shoulder. I dearly hope that Thomas isn't watching this right now. "She's killed a lot today." This last part is filled with a deep level of respect.

Why would anyone want to subject themselves to that? For that matter, why had Brooke? She was always so gentle while I was growing up, but she had grown up wanting to be an assassin. Remembering that she'd killed her old mentor with that blade and the sacrifices she's made for me makes me respect her more.

"We'll want to be getting off the beach soon," Marchosias says. I look up at the demon, now in his massive human warrior form, and see that he has the naked young man tied up in vines.

"Our debt isn't settled, demon," I tell him, then wearily get to my feet. "Or should I call you Reverend Chilton?"

"No," the too-attractive man chuckles deep in his massive chest. "AnnaBelle has done a great job of taking over for me."

I shake my head at his words. "Lead on. I'll follow."

I see him glance at my naked hip, where Murasame once sat, but he says nothing. If this is a trap, I'm too worn out to avoid it. I lean over and gently lift Areth, placing her on Brooke's blood spattered stomach. I'm sure the pixie won't appreciate it, but I don't care either. Lifting Brooke up into my arms, I follow after the demon and his prisoner.

"Why were you pretending to be a reverend, anyway?" I ask as we trudge through the sand.

"A demon can't want to do some good?" he asks me, and I shake my head. "Well, I was. I understand why you hate me, but I strive for balance. I do a lot of harm, so I try to do a lot of good as well." He chuckles again and then adds, "And being this good looking tends to get me into the pants of a lot of religious women.

I wonder if AnnaBelle ever slept with him, but I can't picture it and keep the thought to myself.

Apparently he has a back door into his cave, because we don't pass the place where the Cyclopes live and work. When I realize that we could have taken this way out the last time I was here and avoided the trouble with the one-eyed beasts, my ire grows, but is quickly snuffed. Who cares? What's done is done.

The demon's lair is just as crowded as I remember, but he clears a spot on a large bed, where I can lay the two slumbering women down. The sheets get covered in gore, but that only makes me smile. I know it's petty, but that's all I have in me right now.

Ondine stumbles her way to a chair, and is soon snoring.

"Touch it!" I hear Marchosias growl. Turning I see one of his glowing ball traps floating between him and the other man.

"Fuck you, demon," the man spits in Marchosias's beautiful face.

For his part, the one-time preacher only smiles. "Touch it, or I will personally visit your sister. Trust me when I say she won't enjoy my attentions." I wonder why Marchosias doesn't force the man to touch it. Does it have to be touched of their own free will?

"You can't harm her," the man sneers. "The Daughters of Respite killed her when we were children."

Marchosias waves a hand, and I see the picture of a little girl form in front of him. The image slowly ages, until I gasp, recognizing the very plain looking woman.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 33



"Miranda?" I hear him ask in shock. Then his eyes grow steely and he lifts his bound hands to the glowing orb. It flashes, and I see the man grimace in pain. The ball shoots up, hauling the man into the air until he's hovering three feet over the ground, by his arms.

"That's Agent Olsen's brother?" I ask the demon, still stunned. I remember peering into her past, and seeing the attack on her family by werewolves. Miranda had been rescued by the Daughters of Respite, and later became one, devoting her life to killing supernatural creatures.

"Yes," Marchosias says, grinning widely for some reason. "You might be interested to know that she is a werewolf also."

"That can't be!" I exclaim, not able to reconcile the plain looking woman as a supernatural creature. "The Daughters of Respite would have killed her."

"They killed our parents," the man dangling from the light growls. "Why would she join them if she survived their attack?"

Now I'm thoroughly confused!

"I thought the werewolves attacked your family, and kidnapped you," I say.

"Ha! We were out camping because it was my turn to join the pack. Miranda was sent inside so that she wouldn't be scared. She didn't know about our family secret yet. When those bitches attacked, the alpha male ordered us to retreat. I disobeyed as long as I could, but I was too new. I saw my parents get struck down and change back into their human forms. I saw one of those bitches enter the trailer that my sister was hiding in. I couldn't stay to hear her death cries." His voice is defiant as he speaks, but I can see hope in his eyes.

"I can attest that she still lives," I tell the man. "Why the Daughters did what they did, I can't tell you, but she still lives."

"Lyden," Marchosias says quietly, coming up to me. "Look at him." The demon's voice is low as he speaks to me, and I have to strain to hear him. I can see the werewolf's eyes locked on us, and suspect that he has some kind of superior hearing, so I wonder who the demon is trying to be quiet for. "Werewolves have many traits in common, but the one I want to draw your attention to is his appearance. All werewolves are attractive. It has to do with their wild natures."

Like you? I think, but don't say. "But Miranda is the plainest looking person I've ever seen!" I gasp.

"Keep your voice down!" he hisses at me with a slight glance at the floating man. It's then I realize he wants the man to hear everything. He also wants the man to think he's eavesdropping. What game is the demon playing at? "Something about what the Daughters of Respite do to make their members immune to magic stopped her from changing. It also blocked her from becoming the gorgeous piece of flesh she could have been."

I remember how one of my talons had scratched her, and I'd gained that immunity from magic. Thankfully it hadn't interfered with any of my other magic. Did I take that immunity away from her, or just siphon it off? I'm not sure which one of those thoughts I'm hoping for.

"Where did you last see her?" His voice drops even lower as he asks me.

"She was in the mountain where the Paladonic Knights had held me prisoner," I tell him, keeping my own voice just as low.

I see the powerful man's shoulders shaking, and it takes me a moment to realize he's laughing silently. "I heard about that mess you left them in," he tells me, clapping one powerful hand on my shoulder. "They'll think twice before ever taking on a generator again when his friends are in danger!" I don't like having him touching me in any way, but I begin to suspect what he's doing.

"It'll probably be months before their defenses are back up to snuff," I whisper with a grin.

Marchosias nods at me again, nearly knocking me to the ground with another powerful clap to the shoulder. "Good, good," he says, speaking at normal volume now. "Go ahead and get some rest while you can. I'll watch over our guest. I suspect your battles aren't over yet, and you'll need to be ready." His eyes go to my naked hip, and I feel even more naked than I already am. Numerous times he's tried to punish me for trying to trick him, and it had only been the wicked blade Muramasa that had gotten him to leave me alone the last time. Apparently he knows what I'm thinking. "You have nothing more to fear from me, generator. You may not possess your sword any longer, but I've learned my lesson about going against you. Besides, until the Outsider is destroyed, it would be suicidal to do anything to you."

I remember him telling me that he couldn't kill me because of the prophecy before sending my friends and me to the nightmare world. I hope that I can trust his words, now.

My jaw cracks as I try to fight back a yawn, and fail. If this is some trick of his, I'm too emotionally drained to see it. I glance up at the werewolf one more time, before shaking my head and walking back to the bed with the two women on it.

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The stream in my Mens Mundi burbles as I find myself sitting outside the tent.

"Lyden!" Brooke yells, hugging me. "Is Areth here?"

Something slaps the back of my head before I can answer. I crane my neck around to see a full-sized Areth standing there, arms folded. "It took you long enough, dolt!"

I can't help but notice that their war-torn bodies are now healed.

Brooke squeals as I grip her small waist in my right arm, stand up as fast as I can, and use my left arm to pull Areth to me. She struggles for only a moment before melting into my embrace. "I'm sorry," I whisper to both women. "It seems the world is a lot more confusing than I'd thought."

"Yeah," a new voice chimes in. "What were you and the demon whispering about anyway?" I turn to see Ondine lying in the stream, water flowing over her naked shoulders and along her fishtail. Apparently she'd only been fake sleeping.

"Oh, I was hoping to have some fun!" Areth pouts. "What's she doing here?"

"You two aren't the only ones that need some healing," Ondine smiles. "Go ahead and have your fun, I don't mind."

"What's she talking about, concerning Marchosias?" Brooke asks, changing the subject.

"I think we just aimed a very dangerous arrow," I tell her cryptically.

"You've been hanging out with too many powerful creatures!" the redhead complains.

"I can't argue," I tell her ruefully. I almost add that I can't wait until this is all over so that I can rest. The rest I'll get, though, won't be the relaxing kind.

Brooke frowns at me, and I know she can sense some of my mood, so I cover it by kissing her. Her lips are firm and unyielding at first, but my insistence pays off, and a moment later she opens up to me. Our tongues meet and mingle.

"Don't forget about me!" Areth's face presses in, and we're soon sharing a three-way kiss.

Both women break away at the same time, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness at my lips.

"Want to help me with this?" Brooke asks the fairy while simultaneously groping the bulge in my pants.

Areth's face burns red, before she drops down and begins working at getting my pants off. I realize this will be the first time the fairy has been with me and someone else. I wait until she has them unbuttoned, before making all of our clothes vanish. I love the control I have in my Mens Mundi! Areth glares at my little prank, which allows Brooke to seize the initiative and swallow the knob of my prick into her mouth.

"Hey, I thought you wanted my help!" Areth complains. A second later I feel her tongue on my scrotum and moan at the feeling of two mouths working on my pleasure.

Brooke sucks hard on the end, letting it slip free with an audible pop, before joining Areth at the base. My meat is too thick for their lips to meet, but they try as they move their mouths up and down my shaft. The sensation is truly unique, and one I know I will never forget.

Their heads reach the end, and they share a passionate kiss. I take the moment to imagine a blanket beneath us, and kneel down next to them. As the two continue to make out, I gently lay them back and spread their legs. Brooke's hand is pulling Areth deeper into the kiss, while the fairy plays with the mermaid's tiny nipples.

Reaching forward, I place my thumbs on their clits, gently rubbing at first, but increasing the pressure as their moans increase in volume. Areth is the first to cum, but Brooke follows soon after. As both women squirm and writhe in pleasure, I lean forward, planting my lips against Brooke's labia, and slipping the middle two fingers of my hand into Areth's tight hole.

Brooke tastes just as sweet as always, as I run my tongue into her slit. While my right hand is busy rubbing the front wall of Areth's cunny, I start popping Brooke's clit between my teeth. I feel Brooke's fingers dig into my hair and her hips hunch in time to my ministrations. Areth's hand grips my wrist, increasing my tempo.

I feel the fairy's inner walls tighten around my fingers as my hand gets soaked in her juices, and she pulls my hand out of her as she shudders in bliss.

Slipping my arms under Brooke's legs, I roll us both over, until she's sitting on my face. I look up her slim body, as she hunches over. She moans softly, her eyes tightly closed, as she starts playing with one small breast.

I feel Areth's slim hand grip me, and her tongue swirls around the head a moment later. I begin to moan in time with Brooke, and when her juices soak my chin, I have to fight hard to keep my own orgasm from following her.

I lose when Areth moans around my prick.

I grunt, launching my load down the throat that belongs to that talented tongue. 

"Ondine! What are you doing?" I hear Brooke demand as she gets off me. Looking down. I see that it was Ondine that belonged to that skilled mouth, and wonder how she got so much better, in such a short amount of time. Areth is between her legs, which is why she'd been moaning. She must have changed back into her fully human form at some point.

Ondine doesn't look embarrassed at all, as she scoops up an errant drop of my seed, and licks it off her finger. "You looked like you were having so much fun. I had to join in."

"The more the merrier," Areth adds in. Her face is covered in the mermaid's juices, and she goes back to eating Ondine out, making the mermaid moan in appreciation.

"But what about Thomas?" Brooke demands, still scandalized. Ondine glances at me, as if asking for permission. Brooke doesn't miss it. "You mean you two have already. . . . So when you asked her into your room. . . . Does Thomas know?"

"He'd kill Lyden, if he knew, I think," Ondine states. "Please don't tell him. He's been getting better in the sack, thanks to Lyden's help, but he will never be Lyden."

"He does have a certain perverted skill, doesn't he?" Areth adds in, but Ondine just guides her back to her pussy.

The truth is, it was my father's advice that was helping him. Thinking of my father brings back the memory of how I'd destroyed him.

"That's fine and all," I pipe up, trying to shove my depressing thoughts away. I don't have time to deal with it now, though I probably never will, "but who's next? I don't think you three are done yet."

"But you just. . . ." Brooke trails off as she looks at my crotch. My rocket is still standing at full attention.

"You'd be surprised what I can do in this world," I tell her with a smile.

Brooke recovers quickly, and she jumps into my lap. "I want that thing inside me," she tells me, sealing it with a kiss. Her hips move against mine, until I feel someone's hand grip me and guide me into the redhead's tight hole. We both groan at the connection.

"How many others have you been with?" she whispers into my ear.

"It doesn't matter," I tell her. "I love you, and that's all that matters."

She doesn't look too convinced, but she refrains from saying anything else.

I let my head drop down to the blanket, and just concentrate on slowly working my way deeper into the mermaid on top of me. She suddenly clenches, and I see brown hair behind her a moment before I feel Ondine's tongue on my scrotum.

My view is cut off, as Areth plants her crotch on my face. Brooke's chin presses to mine a moment before I feel her tongue join mine in the fairy's cunt. My arms slip around Brooke's waist, and I hug her to me, as I pace myself. She feels so wonderful, wrapped around my schlong, and Ondine's talented mouth switching from me to Brooke heightens my enjoyment. Thankfully I've already gotten off once, or I wouldn't last long.

"Ungh," Brooke grunts. "Where did you learn to do that? Oh, yes. Shove your fingers into my ass, Ondine. Oh, damn, that feels good with both of you filling me up. That's it. Don't stop. Don't stop. Right there. . . . Oh, yes!"

I pick up my pace, hammering into her from below as she cums, soaking my crotch as her coochy massages the full length of my rod.

"I'm next!" Areth announces, hopping up from my sopping wet mouth. It takes both Ondine and Areth to help Brooke off me. Her legs have turned to jelly.

I want to change positions this time, and have the fairy lie down on her back. She's already so wet, that my conforming prick slides to the hilt in one thrust. 

"Areth's surprisingly good at eating pussy," Ondine states, squatting over the woman.

"That's because Lyden's pervertedness is, mhph—" Ondine grins at me, but it turns into another moan as Areth begins her magic.

I lean forward, pulling one of Ondine's breasts into my mouth, while moving my hand down to the mermaid's clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Ondine cries, as she pulls my head tighter to her chest.

My hips are jack-hammering into Areth, and I can hear her muffled grunts with each impact.

"I love you," I hear Brooke's voice in my ear a moment before she plants a soft kiss on my cheek. Her hand gropes my rear a moment later, as she urges me on, pounding into Areth. 

The fairy's cries of bliss can be clearly heard, even as muffled as they are, and I'm not sure how many orgasms she has before I feel her feet plant themselves against my chest and she shoves me away.

"Enough!" she cries, panting and working her way out from under Ondine. "Make this tasty mermaid cum like that, pervert. I can't take any more."

Ondine considers me for a moment, before saying, "I want that beast in my ass."

Who am I to argue with that statement?

She gets on all fours before me. I look down, seeing that I'm already plenty lubed up, but realize that if I weren't, I could just imagine myself as being slicker than a politician down there. Actually, now that I think about it, there isn't much difference between a politician and a big prick. Both can get you into a lot of trouble.

Brooke spread's the other mermaid's small rear, and I aim my pole for her puckered hole. She grunts when the head slips in, but otherwise remains quiet. Already I can feel her sphincter contracting around me, trying to coax my semen out, but I hold back, taking it slow.

Carefully, I work my way deeper into her colon. Apparently I'm going too slow for her, as she lurches back, taking all of me in one swift movement.

"Shit, that feels better than I thought it would," she gasps. From the way her insides spasm, I suspect she's having a small orgasm. "Thomas likes to do this, but he only lasts a few seconds." She turns to look at me, a fierce expression on her face. "Fuck my ass, Lyden. Fuck it hard and make me cum!"

"You heard the mermaid," Brooke croons. "Make her cum."

I grin at the redhead, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into a passionate kiss. My cock begins to slip out of the other mermaid as Brooke pulls my hips back. When just the head is still inside her, I slam forward, making Ondine grunt and moan.

Areth comes out of her post orgasmic haze and crawls under Ondine. I break away from kissing Brooke, and look down at the golden woman, whose face is now between my legs. As I pull my hips back, I see her grin up at me, and then furiously attack Ondine's pussy with her mouth.

"Oh, shit," Ondine intones as her sphincter clamps down on me. I can feel my own climax approaching now, and pick up my pace, trying to drive Ondine's climax higher first.

"I want to taste your cum," Brooke whispers in my ear. I nod, leaning towards her, and suckling one of her tasty nipples.

Three more strong thrusts, and I pull out, letting my ejaculate spray across Ondine's back and rear.

Brooke drops down and begins cleaning her fellow mermaid up with her tongue, while I sit back and try to catch my breath.

"You'd better get this back up soon," Areth tells me. When had she moved away from Ondine? Her hand begins working on my length. "You really are turning me into a perverted woman," she says with a hungry grin, and then drops down and sucks my phallus between her lips.

Watching Brooke lick my cum off Ondine while Areth blows me makes it all too easy to stay hard. I don't mind, however, as it takes my mind off what faces me when we wake up.





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Lyden faces his biggest and deadliest challenge: Aldol and his armies. Will the Outsider stay and fight, or will it run away again. When the dust settles and the cost is tallied, who will remain standing?

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Putting Out Lights

"I think you're healed enough, Generator," a gravelly voice speaks next to me, startling me awake. "Your battles aren't over yet and I'm tired of having you in my home."

Opening my eyes, I see Marchosias in his wolf form, licking his lips. If nothing else, that wakes me immediately! Does he have to look so hungry?

"I'm awake!" I scream, sitting up. Brooke and I are still covered in gore, but somewhere along the line Areth has gotten herself cleaned up.

And attached to another one of Marchosias's light traps. In fact, it's the same one that Miranda's brother was on last night.

"You let him go?" I ask the demon, nodding my head at the trapped fairy.

"I wondered if you'd caught my plan there," he tells me. "He should be back in your world soon, heading for the Paladonic Knight's fortress."

"You sent him on a suicide mission," I state, not really caring what happens to the werewolf. He was an enemy yesterday. One less person to fight for the Outsider today.

"I gave him hope, and don't underestimate the pup," he rebuked me. "Do you know why the Sisters of Respite are called that?" I shake my head. "Because all of them are supernatural creatures. All of them. Fowl magic is used to subjugate and overcome their true natures. They receive a respite from their natural selves."

"Do they even know?" Brooke asks, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. I see Ondine waking up also, trying to cover a yawn with the back of her slim hand.

"Only the highest ranking members know," Marchosias growls. "They hide it from their members and force them to kill their own kind." I wonder why they would do that, but If Marchosias wants me to know, he'd say something. Besides, I have more important things to worry about.

"Are you just going to leave me up here?" Areth demands. We all look up to where the fairy is futilely kicking her feet in the empty air. I can see right up her slim legs and know she's wearing nothing under her skirt.

"Didn't you learn your lesson last time?" I ask the golden woman, trying to hide my smile.

"But it's so pretty!" she pouts in response, twisting and trying to pull her hands free.

I turn back to the demon. He chuckles and licks his lupine lips. I'm doing my best not to laugh as well. "Do you mind?" I ask the demon-beast.

Once the fairy is free, Marchosias guides us back out of his cave.

"Your rides are almost here," he tells me.

"You're not coming with us?" Ondine demands.

"No," he replies, a laugh in his voice. "I would make little difference there, and I'm needed here to keep things in order." He takes a second to pierce each woman with his powerful gaze. "Keep the generator alive. He is our best hope of defeating our enemies." Before any of them have the chance to respond, he turns on his lupine legs and heads back into his cave.

"I still don't trust him," Brooke whispers to me.

"Me neither," I reply, just as softly.

The rocs land on the soft sand of the beach a moment later and we climb onto their backs, Brooke sitting comfortably behind me. The massive birds spread their titanic wings and we're airborne, wending our way to Gaia's domain. We have to grip the feathers tight, in order to stay on as the birds speed their way south and west. There must be some sort of magic involved, keeping the wind from ripping us off.

"Aunt Angie's forces are holding their own," a voice whispers to me on the wind. "But you need to hurry. The rocs will take you through Darkness's domain."

"Aunt Angie?" I ask. I know Lysa must be talking about Angela, but still.

I hear her sweet laugh, so like her mother's, before her voice grows serious. "Hold tight to the Talisman of Darkness. It'll shield you from those that would do you harm, father."

Just as quickly as her presence came, I feel it leave. My heart still warms every time she calls me that.

I glance over at where Ondine and Areth are holding tightly to their bird and pass on Lysa's information. Reaching into my filthy shirt, I find the talisman that Eris had given me, and hold tight to it. I hope we don't run into any problems.

The sky descends into darkness. Brooke's hands grasp my waist tighter, letting me know she's worried.

"We'll be fine," I tell her. A moment later, I feel her lips brush the back of my neck.

"Are you so sure of that?" another voice, richer and deeper than any I've ever heard before asks. The sky is completely dark now and we're flying blind.

"Who's there?" I ask, trying to see through the gloom surrounding us. It's no use. At least my voice is working this time.

"I have many names," the voice replies. "Lord of the Morning, Satan, the devil, Lord of Lies—"

"The Pillar of Darkness," I reply, a pit forming in my stomach. I thought we were supposed to be shielded from anything dangerous!

"Don't worry, little generator. From any creature other than myself, you are invisible. Yes, I can read your mind. No, your daughter thought I wouldn't bother, but when I sensed someone using my power, I grew curious. Eris mentioned something about granting you a token of my power. Sorry I was too distracted to meet with you myself. I had a few nymphs, Lampads, and even a couple succubae to entertain." His voice is oily and sweet, while remaining deep. I don't trust it. His reference to entertaining succubae gets under my skin, but I force the dark thoughts away before he can read them.

"Too distracted to work towards saving this world?" Brooke demands, anger filling her sweet voice.

"Did I mention that it was a few nymphs, Lampads, and a couple succubae?" the voice asked solicitously. "Besides, I'm the ruler of chaos and entropy. What do I care if everything gets destroyed?"

"Um, you'll be killed along with the rest of us?" Areth comments in her standard suave way.

"Ah, the sweet candor of the fairy folk!" he says happily. "None of your kind ever visit me."

"Duh! We like seeing where we're flying. Maybe if you turned on some lights around here." I really hope she doesn't piss off the Pillar of Darkness. "Fairies don't care for this darkness."

"Alas, but no." The man actually sounds disappointed that he can't do it. "So many of my denizens would die, were I to do that. Well, take care generator. I hope we meet again."

"What?" I ask, shocked. "That's . . . it? Hi, how are you, goodbye?"

"Lyden!" Brooke hisses at me. I realize that I really don't want the Lord of Lies to hang around. Why did I have to open my big mouth?

"Oh, yes. There was one other thing." Somehow, the way he says that, I know he didn't forget. "Eris mentioned the deal she made with you, Brooke and Lyden." When he says our names, we both shiver. It feels almost as if someone just ran their fingers through my soul. "She may enjoy causing people pain, but I find that to be overly dramatic. I will therefore give you a choice. I can unlock the block on the baby, letting the Pillar of Earth work her magic upon it. Or I can leave the child be, and it will be what it will be."

"Why would you do this?" I ask, not trusting him.

"I don't suppose you would believe I'd do it out of the kindness of my own heart? No, I didn't think so." I hear him sigh, dramatically. "I have my reasons, but I will not give them to you. Either accept my offer, or be gone from my domain."

I can feel Brooke shaking against my back, and know what her answer is. Unfortunately, I can't bring myself to trust the Devil.

"I'm sorry, but we made a deal with Eris," I state. "I'm not the type of man to go back on a bargain once struck."

His following laughter is both horrible and deafening to hear.

"Wise decision, generator! Had you taken my offer, the child would have been forever tainted by my touch. Since the other option was to be gone, LEAVE!"

Blinding light hurts my eyes and I hear the other three women cry out in pain at the same time.

"Gaia's mountain!" Areth declares, being the first to recover. A second later, I'm able to peek through my squinted eyelids and see her fortress looming before us.

"How did you get here?" the Pillar of Earth asks when we land on the balcony. "Lysa said you would be at least another hour."

Brooke and Ondine begin explaining what just happened to them while I head over to Thomas. From what I hear them saying, we weren't teleported, I guess that's impossible, but we were forced out of the Devil's demesne at a tremendous speed.

"How are things going here?" I ask our general.

He jumps, and I know he hadn't realized we were back. Ondine breaks away from Gaia, rushing to the older man, hugging and kissing him furiously. It's the first public display of affection I've seen from the two. It makes me happy to see it, though I see Thomas's cheeks burn red..

"We were doing well, until a few moments ago," Thomas informs me as soon as his mouth is free. "Some of those fire ants appeared out of nowhere, behind our lines. They need reinforcements bad!" He draws in a deep breath before continuing. "Lysa, have this group of succubae reinforce their right flanks. Pull these dragons up from the south to fill in where the succubae were fighting. Have this group here fall back, and recover. There doesn't seem to be much going on at the moment right there, but I don't want to leave it unguarded." Thomas told me he hadn't made it very far in the military, but he seems to know what's needed on the battlefield.

I can only assume my daughter hears the orders and relays them to the combatants.

I walk over to the pile of hilts with invisible blades and pull one out. It fits easily into the sheath that Murasame once used. If anyone notices that my father is missing from my hip, they don't say anything.

"We should get going then," I say, heading back to the rocs.

"We can't go with you," Brooke says, fear and worry in her tone. "We won't survive in Fire's domain." I remember what happened to Brooke the last time she was there. The arid atmosphere was too dry for the mermaid. She'd almost died.

"Take me, Master," Sheila pleads with me.

"I can't protect you," I try to let her down softly. Almost everyone else that'd been in Marchosias's nightmare world gained some fighting skills, but my ex-boss was a tavern wench.

"I can't stand staying here and not knowing," she tells me. I glance at the map that Thomas is looking over, but know what she means. We likely hadn't shown up on it while swimming. "I can fight. I can watch your back. Just don't leave me behind! I need to be with you, Master. Please!"

For a second I'm tempted to act like the stern master I know she appreciates, but when I see the desperation and love in her brown eyes, I relent.

"I'd better not regret this," I tell her, waving to one of the rocs waiting on the balcony. "Expect to be punished when we get back." She shivers at my tone, and I know I've pleased her. My heart wrenches, knowing I won't be coming back.

I think back to the reason Gaia said I couldn't live past this battle. Generators were all killed off because of how dangerous they could be. They gather followers the way a queen bee gathers drones. Even though I have no interest in ruling, the mere fact that I could amass an army of loyal followers to challenge the Pillars is enough to make any of them worry. The choice is either war for no reason and watching my loved ones die, or sacrifice myself. Looking around at those I love in this room, and the friends I've made, I know what I have to do.

"I don't suppose there's time for a recharge?" Becky asks me. She glances at the map and shakes her head. "No, I guess not. I wish I could go with you, but I'm needed here. You'd better come back to me!" The short woman steps up to me, grabs my filthy shirt and pulls my face down to hers. Our lips meet, and there is so much passion in the kiss that I really wish there was time for a recharge.

"Becky has been a big help," Thomas informs me, without looking up. "Already she's caught and countered two ambushes that I would have missed. She's quick to grasp the skills and weaknesses of our forces, and turn them all to advantages."

"I'm no tactician," she tells me, "but I help where I can. I just wish I understood magic better."

"I'm coming along," Alloria states, brooking no argument.

"Then I am, too," Emmet follows her.

"Like hell, you are!" she spins and screams at him. "I'm going to get away from you, human!"

"You're carrying my child, bitch," he snaps back. "I don't care what you feel for me, but I'm not going to let you put my child in danger, without me there to help protect it. If that means protecting you too, then so be it."

Alloria's eyes go wide as she rubs her flat stomach, before she glares at him.

"I don't care if you're coming, or staying," I snap at the two. "But decide right now. It's either both of you, or neither. I'm going right now."

"Of course you'd take his side. Men!" the elf sneers as I climb up behind Sheila. A moment later, I see the other two climb onto the other bird. "Try not to get any of your filth on me, human," she tells Emmet. "I hope you fall off!"

"You didn't mind my filth when you were fucking me, slut" he sneers back, wrapping his arms around her. She closes her eyes for a moment, but doesn't say anymore and doesn't make him remove his arms.

I hope I didn't make a mistake in letting them come with me. Or Sheila, for that matter.

Something is bothering me about Aldol's tactics. In order to destroy the worlds, it has to destroy the Pillars first. Why was it working with Varun, while striving to kill Angela? For that matter, why is it leaving the other Pillars alone?

I didn't realize I was muttering my thoughts, until I hear Lysa's voice.

"Gaia is too well fortified to take on directly, and the creature can't survive in the Light and Dark domains. We think it was planning on betraying Varun, but not until they achieved maximum chaos in his realm."

"What about you?" I ask. "Are you safe?"

"I love you too, Dad," she replies happily, even though I can't see her. "He can't attack me, because I can be anywhere there is air, just like Gaia can show up anywhere there is ground. I'm safe enough for now. But if he takes out Aunt Angie and Varun, then Gaia will be too weakened under that strain to defend herself. If three Pillars fall, this world falls."

"I won't let that happen," I tell her seriously. I can't let that happen, I think to myself.

Soon, we cross the border into Angela's domain. The air suddenly goes dry, marking the border.

An explosion rocks the air next to us, and I hear the other roc screech in pain. The elf and healer plummet as their ride falls out from under them.

I don't even hesitate as I pull Sheila off with me. Using her for mass, I pull out my wings. Her scream at the sudden plummet suddenly resounds in my head, as I chase after the two below me. My wings are tucked tight to my body, as I dive.

"Stop screaming right now!" I order Sheila, and thankfully my slave obeys.

The rock ground is racing up to meet us, but I don't spread my wings yet. I have to catch the other two first.

"You're not going to make it," Sheila warns in my head. I can actually feel her terror, but at least she's not screaming.

I know she's right, but I can't give up.

Wind buffets me, and suddenly either they slow down or I speed up.

"This is all I can do to help," Lysa's voice tells me.

It's enough. I'm able to grab one in each hand, and change fully into a dragon, spreading my wings mere feet above the ground. A shockwave shoots out as I have to pull in air around me to make up the mass the other two can't supply, the sudden vacuum creating a sonic boom. For a second there is no air for my wings to catch. Fresh air swoops in a second later, pounding me, but slowing my descent.

I still end up face planting into the dirt, unable to completely turn my momentum around.

"No offense, Lyden," I hear Emmet mutter in my head, "but every time you suck me into this, you make life painful."

"Don't you dare talk to Master like that after he saved your ass," Sheila reprimands him, reminding me a bit of my old boss. I can't help but laugh. We're all alive!

"You might want to get up and defend yourself," Lysa's voice reaches me.

Despite the toughness of my scales, I still hurt as I get up onto my legs. That landing was hard! What I see before me makes me growl deep in my long throat.

Myrmidons and other rock like humanoid creatures are running for where I'm at.

"Cherufes!" Alloria growls. "I hate those things. Be careful of them, Lyden. Their skin is made of stone and their blood is molten lava."

So, fire breathing ant creatures and magma filled rock men. And me without Murasame to kill them.

Glancing at my claws, I see they're missing. No, not missing, just invisible and made of solid air.

Thank you, Lysa, I think to my daughter. I still have a magical weapon.

I charge a group of Myrmidons, not even slowing when gouts of fire spring at me. I let the flames wash harmlessly across my scales, and swipe at the closest one. My air infused talons pierce the ant monster and my world rocks as it explodes.

"What the hell was that?" Sheila cries as I try to focus on the bad guys still coming at me. Their wary now, but then again, so am I. It doesn't help that I'm seeing everything in triplicate.

"Aim for the ones in the middle," Sheila tells me, but I hold back. I'm off balance and don't know why it exploded.

"Your claws are made of air," Alloria tells me. "They must stoke their internal fires, fanning them into an explosion."

"We're fucked!" Emmet yells. "Lyden, let me out. I may have a spell to slow them down."

I can't, I tell him. Slowing them down won't work and will only get us all killed.

"What about the talismans?" Sheila offers.

Thank you! I mentally send her a kiss.

I don't know if I can pull the talisman out in this form, but maybe if I concentrate on one of them. . . . The image of Varun's talisman floats through my mind, and I feel a wash of power pour into me.

"Stop!" I yell after changing my tongue. Fire breath isn't going to help me out much here. "Stop or I will destroy you all!"

They pause for only a moment, before laughing and rushing at me again. I tried, I think. That thought is immediately followed by, I hope this works.

Using the power of the water talisman, I fill my lungs, and bellow out a spout of water. My own energy levels don't decrease as gallons torrent out of me into the oncoming force.

I hear sizzling as it strikes the first Myrmidons, and they go down. The Cherufes stay standing a little longer, but they slow down, and I see them grow stiff, their movements stopping as the deluge of water continues to buffet them.

Once unleashed, I can't stop the flow, and even after every enemy is either dead, or stalled, I continue to spew forth liquid. I have to slowly walk back, as the water pools, and still it comes out. By the time it finally lessens, and stops dripping from my jaws, there is a small lake in front of me.

"It's a good thing you don't cum like that, or you'd kill any woman you slept with!" Jennifer's voice sounds behind me. "I'm glad Thomas ordered us here to watch that display."

I look back to see her still riding on Blue.

"You'd love to be filled up like that," I tell her, laughing.

"Any chance you can do that a couple more times?" the large-chested woman asks.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 34



I mentally check on the seahorse carving, but it feels dead in my head. "No, I think that was it," I tell her sadly. "How goes the battle?"

"We're holding our own, but only because we have superior numbers. Those damn ants are fucking hard to kill."

"What about Aldol? Has it shown up?" If I can get to it and kill it, I may be able to end this.

"Your succubus said it showed up to her, but when it couldn't talk to her because of these ugly glasses, it left. Otherwise we haven't seen it." She points to her Blublockers as she looks at me critically for a moment before adding. "It's good to see you're alive, Lyden. Your daughter wouldn't give us any information on you. I . . . we were getting worried."

"I didn't want any eaves droppers hearing what you were doing," the Pillar of Air defends herself. It's weird knowing she is everywhere at once.

"Show me where I'm needed," I say, and take to the air, spreading my wings.

Blue joins me a second later and playfully nips at me. I have I no doubt she approves of my current form. I nip back to let her know it's appreciated, and then let her lead the way.

As we fly, we pass over battles and devastation. Bodies from both sides litter the ground. There has been no time to clean them up. Whoever thinks war is full of glory has never seen this. It makes me sick!

"When we stop, will you let me out?" Alloria demands. "I'm sick of being in here with the humans."

"It's no picnic for me either, Slut," Emmet retorts. "But as long as you're carrying my child, I'm going to protect you."

"That's all you care about? The child?" I can tell from her tone that Alloria is hot under the collar.

"I might care more for the mother, if she weren't such a slut and bitch," he decries.

"I am neither of those, human!"

"Then say my name, slut!"

"No, never again!"

"Bitch. Slut."

"Fuck you, Emmet!"

Before I even realize what's happening, the two are kissing madly. What's wrong with them? Are they angry lovers? As clothes begin to come off, I mentally turn a blind eye to them.

"I think I'm going to try some of those moves the next time we're together, Master," Sheila informs me. I can't stop my chuckle.

We land just as the two lovers finish up. Oddly, I feel more energized, despite not having taken part in their frenzied sex.

"I've missed you, but did you have to make a lake in my realm?" I hear Angela's voice chide me softly. "It feels like an itch on my skin. I can sense everything in my realm now." I look up to see the woman that'd introduced me to this world float down. Her hair is made of red flames, and fire caresses her body like a robe. The power of the Pillars must be different from person to person, seeing as TanaVesta was not outfitted with these flames. I saw barely any difference in appearance between Lysa before and after she became the Pillar of Air. Is she only doing this for effect, or is it because she's still trying to control her powers? Either way, she looks hot!

I change back into my human form, making sure I have fireproof clothing, and run to her when she lands.

"The fire," she tries to stop me. "I can't completely control it yet."

"I don't care," I tell her, pulling her into my arms. The flames lick around both of our bodies, but I'm still immune to them.

As soon as she gets over her shock, I feel her arms wrap tightly around me and her lips seek out my own.

"Now that's hot!" Jennifer states. Despite myself, I laugh at how much our thoughts are alike right now.

We laugh as we pull away from each other, but Angela refuses to let go of my hand.

"How are you?" I ask, worried for her.

"Besides that new lake?" She asks, arching one delicate eyebrow. "Tired. I'm still trying to control myself and the powers of being a Pillar. Aldol isn't making it any easier. Neither is Aeacus. He has a grudge against me for some reason."

"Aeacus?" I ask, trying to figure out why that name is so familiar.

"Ruler of the Myrmidons," Jennifer reminds me. "Those bastards are hard to kill."

"Since they're flame creatures, can't you just control them?" I ask Angela.

"I could if he were in front of me," she says, "but he's hiding somewhere. If I had more control of my abilities, I could control him from anywhere. I'm sorry, Lyden." She tries to pull her hand from mine in embarrassment, but I refuse to let go.

"It's not your fault," I tell her. "Being the Pillar of Fire was thrust onto you. You didn't have enough time to prepare."

"It wasn't thrust onto me," she reminds me. "I took it."

"Because there was no other choice," I reply. "Any idea where he might be?"

"No. I—" she starts to say, but is cut short by Lysa.

"Thomas says that our forces are being overrun near your eastern border." My daughter doesn't materialize as she speaks, but her voice comes from the air itself.

"Enough chit-chatting," Jennifer barks. "We've still got a war to fight!"

"How quickly can the rocs get us there?" I ask the open air.

"One is too wounded to fly," I hear Lysa's voice. "The other can carry you all, though it might be a bit crowded on its back."

"I can fly on my own," Angela says. Flame tipped black wings sprout from her back. "I can fly pretty fast now, also."

I nod to her. Looking up at the sky, I can see a large shadow descending towards us at a rapid pace. Dust billows up from the dry ground as the huge bird flaps its wings.

Lysa was right when she said it would be crowded. Sheila sits in front of me, my arms holding her tight as she grips the roc's feathers and leans forward. Jennifer's arms wrap around me, and I feel her fingers grope my crotch.

"You know," the buxom woman whispers in my ear, "if your boss lost her pants, I could help you slip inside her as we fly." My cheeks burn at her forward attitude, though I know it shouldn't. Not after everything else that has happened over the last few months. Despite myself, I grow hard under her hands, and even her laughter at my embarrassment isn't enough to diminish her talents.

"If Master wants me, he has only to ask," Sheila says with a grin, turning to look at me.

Before I can respond with a negative, Jewkes climbs on and the roc takes off, sending my heart into my stomach with the force of it. Blue struggles to stay with us, but slowly falls behind.

Once again I see the devastation this war is causing as we travel across the landscape. Angela looks like a shooting ball of flame next to us. I can only assume that Lysa is guiding us as we travel to the north and east towards Fire's border with darkness.

The sky begins to darken, and I worry that we might be heading all the way into Darkness's domain. I have no desire to meet up with the devil again, but our ride descends before it grows any darker than dusk.

I can see our forces begin to buckle under the onslaught of a horde of Myrmidons. Shadows are flitting around, and I realize we're far enough into Darkness's territory for some of those creatures to fight here as well.

"Where are we most needed?" I ask my daughter.

"Directly ahead," I hear her voice.

"We'll stay behind and heal those we can," Elliot says as he climbs down after Richard.

"Don't make decisions for me, human!" Alloria stomps her foot.

"I know you can fight," the healer snarls, "but your skill would be better put towards helping me with the wounded, slut!" He slaps her rear and propels her away from the fighting. She opens her mouth to protest again, but another slap on her rump silences any protests as her cheeks burn.

"I'm guessing there is a story there," Angela says as she approaches me. "From the thoughts going through her mind. . . ." She trails off as she shakes her head. I can't help but wonder what those thoughts might be, but have other things to worry about.

"Sheila, go with them. Jennifer, Jewkes, watch my back," I call out. I lie flat on the ground and absorb some mass as I change into a dragon.

"Oh, I'll gladly watch more than that!" Jennifer crows with laughter.

I stick my forked tongue out at her, before turning back to the fray.

"You can use that tongue on Sheila and me when we're done," Jennifer continues to taunt me. Her attention turns to Jewkes. "Come on, old man. Let's see if you can use that gun. I mean the one in your hands. We can try out the one in your pants later."

Richard shakes his head, but climbs onto my back behind Jennifer.

"No orders for me, Lyden?" Angela asks as a smile plays across her kissable lips.

I smile in return, though I don't know how it looks on my draconian features. I send her a rapid set of images. She laughs as her body becomes that of the tall Amazonian warrior, spear wreathed in flames in one hand and a round buckler in the other.

"I hope you plan on fulfilling those other thoughts later," she tells me. "I've never done it with a dragon before!"

"Now that I want to see!" Jennifer laughs. "The dragon and the Amazon. That would make quite the sight!"

A shot rings out a moment before Richard shouts, "We've got incoming!"

A shadow is coming right for us. Both of my riders fire upon it, but it dodges aside with ease. I fill my lungs, planning to blow flame, but a blue blur intercepts it before I can. I watch in surprise as Blue drops her head and rips the creature in two. She tosses the torso aside, but it's not dead yet and begins crawling towards us.

"That's a vampire," Lysa warns.

Before I can think of how to fight it, Angela is there, flaming spear in hand. She stabs the creature through the chest and it bursts into flames, screaming as it dies.

"Fire will kill them, as well as a stake through the heart," she tells me, before running on.

I chase after her. How are we going to fight all these creatures? I wonder. I can't use my claws on the Myrmidons without causing explosions, but I can't use my flames on them either. I have to be careful not to hurt our allies fighting against Aldol's forces also. Even my friend's guns won't do any good.

Too bad I can't combine the air of my claws with fire to. . . .

I send a series of thoughts to Angela, hoping she picks up on my idea. She gives me a dubious look. A moment later she turns back to her forces and barks out commands.

Our forces of succubae, kobolds, and others that I can't identify fall back right in front of me. For a moment, the Myrmidons that were fighting them mill around in confusion. Then they spot me. Howling with glee, they charge, some of them belching gouts of flame my way.

TAKE COVER, I mentally command Jennifer and Jewkes. They stop shooting and immediately comply. They both yelp as I balance on my tail and two back legs, but hold on. I bring both of my paws up to my mouth as the wave of ant-creatures rushes me. I don't know if this will work, but I have to try.

My lungs fill with air. In my mind, I picture the solid air of my talons fueling my breath as I bellow my own flame. A massive cone of heat leaves my jaws. I can hear the front ranks laugh, thinking they're immune, but a moment later they begin to scream. I have no doubt that under normal circumstance they wouldn't be harmed by my breath, but when buttressed with Lysa's weapons, it's more than they can withstand. Even I can feel the heat of my own attack. If someone were to do this to me, I don't think my immunity would be enough to protect me.

When I run out of breath, nothing is left before me but molten, scorched black rock.

I yip in glee as I drop back down to all fours and hear Jennifer groan behind me.

"If I ever tell you to heat things up a bit, remind me of this moment," Jennifer moans.

Worried, I turn my long neck to look at her. Both my riders are singed and frazzled, their skin red and burned. I guess there was more heat than I realized.

SORRY, I tell them, eliciting more groans as that single word penetrates their minds.

"We'll live," Richard croaks.

"Not for long if we don't start fighting," Jennifer grunts.

I look up and see that the hole I'd created is starting to fill back in. The enemy is wary now, but still pressing the fight.

"Does that girl ever stop?" I hear Richard mutter, referring to Jennifer's exuberance.

I start to draw in another breath, but from the way my head starts to swim; I know I don't have the strength to push out another gout as powerful as the last one.

I hear Jennifer and Richard open fire. Bullets impact the Myrmidons, but they shrug off the attacks. If only the bullets were made of air. Then they would cause explosions in their ranks like my claws had.

I change my tongue to a human one to speak. "Lysa? Any chance you have any air bullets?"

"No," she replies. "Why?"

I quickly explain what I'm thinking.

"I can't make enough bullets, but I could wrap each bullet as it's shot. I'll need a few seconds between each shot. Would that work?"

"Only one way to find out," I tell her. I turn to face the two using my tail as a rifle support. "Take careful aim and space out your shots."

"We heard," Jennifer said. "And I never miss a shot!" She proves her point a second later as she fires and a Myrmidon's head snaps back. A second later the thing explodes, taking out those running next to it. "This adds a new meaning to bug bombs!"

Richard shoots next, this time it's a chest shot, and the monster explodes moments later.

"Take more time between shots," Lysa says. "It's hard creating a shell and keeping it on the bullets."

The two take more time between their shots, but it is becoming apparent that it's not going to be enough. Despite the explosions, the Myrmidons are gaining ground. Blue is nearly swamped by vampires, the dark creatures swarming over her shiny scales trying to find a soft spot to exploit.

I want to run to her and fight off the monsters, but I'm hard pressed to keep them back from Jewkes and Jennifer. My invisible claws rend them to pieces, and it's easy enough to burn them with my breath, but there seems to be no end to them.

Angela returns, saving Blue, but even the Pillar of Fire is hard pressed. It doesn't look good. We may have superior numbers, but they're too hard to kill. As I watch, our left flank crumples. Only the arrival of reinforcements stops us from being overrun.

"Retreat!" Lysa's voice booms over the air. I know the command has to be coming from Thomas who has a better view of the battlefield than we do. I don't like it, but know I should comply.

Jennifer and Richard climb onto my back, and I start to move backwards. To my surprise, the enemy doesn't push forward, but holds their ground.

"What are they waiting for?" Jewkes asks. "They've got us backed into a corner. Why hold back now?"

"Master?" Sheila yells as she runs up to me.

I see Angela, coming back from her weary warriors, and turn to see that Emmet and Alloria approaching from the other direction. Blue is circling overhead, acting as a scout.

"I truly hope you never decide to take on humanity," Emmet says.

"We're still losing," I tell him.

"Lyden's heart is too large to want to hurt anyone or thing that isn't trying to kill him," Angela says with a smile.

"I hate to break up the reunion," Lysa's disembodied voice tells us, "but the Outsider has been spotted."

"Where at?" I ask the empty air.

"Coming right for us!" Sheila screams.

Before I have the chance to say or do anything else, Aldol is there, the army to its back. The creature flashes, but makes no threatening moves.

"I think it wants to talk," Alloria says. I can tell how distraught she is, because she is gripping Emmet's hand. "Do you think it's offering surrender?"

"We'll never surrender," Angela spits, venom in her voice.

"I'm not taking off my glasses to hear it!" Jennifer states.

"Master, please tie me up," Sheila says next to me.

"I don't think now is the time. . . ." I trail off as I realize what she's after. "No. I won't let you subject yourself to its will!"

"It's the only way, Master," she holds her ground, placing her hand on my cheek and imploring me with her brown eyes. "We need to know what it wants, why it's holding the army back."

"There's nothing to tie you up with," I continue to argue.

Without hesitation she rips off her shirt, baring her naked breasts. "Shred this and use it." Alloria takes the cloth from her, and begins tearing it into ribbons.

"But I. . . . But. . . ." I can't figure out what to say.

"I know I am the least of your women, Lyden," she tells me, using my name for the first time since she willingly became my slave. "Let me do this for you."

"But you're not the least," I tell her vehemently as Alloria binds her hands and feet.

"I love you. You have opened my eyes to who I truly am. No matter what happens, don't forget me."

Before I can say anything else, the elf takes Sheila's glasses off her face. Aldol's light immediately fills their brown depths.

"I have come to inform you of the futility of your quest," a voice that is not Sheila's—yet comes from her—states.

"I have already killed your ally," I tell the thing. I face its body, not willing to stare at my lover while it controls her. "I have come for you. You're army can't stand against us."

I'm bluffing, but I doubt it can read my mind.

"The other was nothing," I'm informed. "Even if you kill me, there will be another, and then another. We are infinite. You are not. We exist outside of your existence. You cannot comprehend us. You cannot defeat us."

"If you've come here to talk us out of saving our own lives, you're wasting your time. We will prevail today, and every day that you threaten us. It's you that can't comprehend us or the order we bring to our worlds. It's you that will lose." I turn away from the monster and look at the elf. "Alloria, I'm sick of hearing this thing. Will you put the glasses back on Sheila, please?"

As if in slow motion, I watch Alloria move to replace the glasses, but a bolt of light from Aldol strikes Sheila in the chest, knocking her back and away from the elf.

"No!" I scream, super-speeding to her, but I fear it's already too late. I've been hit with that attack before, and even with clothing to slow it down, it still hurt like hell. Sheila was topless.

Her chest is a blackened crisp when I reach her. I hear screaming around me, but I ignore it as I lift my one-time boss into my arms.

"Ly. . .den?" Her voice comes out as a gasp. I stare down at her, surprised she's still alive. I can hear air bubbling out of her chest. I can't imagine the pain she must be in.

"You're not the least of my women!" I tell her, trying to see through the tears forming up in my eyes. "Hold on!" I lean forward, pressing my lips against hers and willing her to be whole again. White light explodes beyond my closed eyes and I feel myself growing weaker. I don't stop. I won't stop! I pour all of my feelings into our connection. Feelings that only a few months ago were resentment, but have grown to so much more.

"I love you, too," I gasp, when I sense that I'm almost completely drained.

"Lyden?" Sheila says above me, but she sounds distant. "What have you done?" Hands shake me, but all I want to do is sleep. I'm so tired. "Just a little nap, and then I'll be ready to go." Did I say that out loud, or only in my head? Who cares?

I feel lips pressed against mine, and a modicum of power seeps into me. Opening my eyes, I see I'm surrounded by flames. Did Aldol destroy everything? I wonder. The image of everyone I love and care about going up in flames sends a jolt through my system and I try to sit up.

Angela pulls away from me. I gasp as I look around. Jennifer and Jewkes are standing between Aldol and Alloria. The elf is down on the ground, groaning, and I can see that her leg has been fried. Emmet is leaning over her, mumbling a spell.

Where's Sheila? I look around for her and find her covering her bare chest and looking at me with fear filled eyes. When she sees that I'm going to live, she rushes to my side, careful of Angela's flames.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 34



"Don't you dare die, bitch," I hear Emmet mutter. "You're my little slut, and I'm not going to fucking let you die." His voice returns to the singsong that I've come to associate with spell casting.

"I'm not yours, Emmet," I hear the elf groan. The fact that she used his name tells me she's going to be all right.

"We need to get you out of here. Their army is still holding back, letting Aldol fight for them, but we can't hold out against them," Angela says, helping me to my feet. "Wait, where's your sword? Where's Shemhazau?"

I don't have time to answer her and don't think I can right now. Already I can see Jennifer and Jewkes slowly stepping back, as they deflect Aldol's laser attacks with their swords. How are they even doing that? From the way they're defending and not attacking, I know their weapons are useless against the monster. Even the rifle on Jewkes's back and the shotgun on Jennifer's won't harm the creature made of light. The only weapon that could has been destroyed.

Destroyed as everything else will be, unless I can stop the Outsider right here and now.

I know what I have to do. Even with that certainty in me, I hesitate. Fear replaces the blood in my veins, and the two women next to me have to hold me upright as my knees give way.

"Get back," I order them. They stare at me in confusion. "Get back!" I yell, trying to shrug them off me.

They step away uncertainly. I have to lock my knees to keep myself upright.

"Leave them alone!" I bellow at Aldol. Somehow I sense its attention turn to me.

"Lyden, watch out!" Jennifer screams, but this time I don't hesitate.

Lifting my right hand, palm facing out, I begin to draw in the power and energy around Aldol. It tries to turn and run, but Blue is right there. She blows a thin stream of fire at it. The fire passes harmlessly through the light creature, and it retaliates with an attack of its own. The laser bounces off her scales, harmlessly striking the ground next to her.

I can sense desperation in the thing now, as I continue to draw the creature and its essence into me.

It turns and charges, but I'm prepared for this. I place my left hand against my chest, seeking the last four remaining talismans. In my mind, I create a cage of pure light surrounding Aldol and me. I see it become reality. I line the bars of our prison in molten flame, and feed them with air. Earth rises up around us on all sides, except for the area between Angela, Sheila, Jewkes, Jennifer, and me, leaving us in a brightly lit cocoon-like cave, open on the end where my friends and companions stand watching. Water and darkness were already depleted. I stand between Aldol and its escape.

Aldol slams against once side of our prison and is flung back. Despite my colorblindness, I hear the creature howl in rage at being trapped. It only has one escape: to join with me.

I continue to draw its essence, slowly sucking its soul if it has one, into me. As I do, I feel myself growing stronger. Light begins to break away from the creature and slip into my outstretched hand, like the light of a fiery sun as it gets drawn into a black hole.

"Lyden, what are you doing?" Angela yells at me, but I keep my eyes locked on Aldol. I can't break my concentration for a minute, or I might change my mind. Terror fills me at what I'm doing, but I force it down, willing the power filling me to increase faster.

"He's absorbing the Outsider's essence into himself," Alloria says. From her voice I can tell that she is weak, but at least she's alive.

"What will that do to him?" the Pillar of Fire demands. I can hear the fear in her voice, but I can't stop what I'm doing. It's the only way left to stop this monster.

I'm so very sorry, Father, I think. Angela, Brooke, Becky, Sheila, Areth and Lysa, please forgive me, but I must do this to save you all. Lisa, I will be with you again soon if there is an afterlife.

"Most likely, it'll destroy them both." I'm surprised to hear how solemn the elf sounds.

"Lyden, NO! You can't. I need you. Please!" Angela screams.

"Why, Master? Why would you bring me back, if you're going to make me live without you?"

Their pain isn't lost on me and my heart aches to hear it, but I can't stop. If I do, I may never get another chance.

Aldol's light begins to flicker and weaken, as my women cry and wail at the mouth of the cave.

"Captain Jewkes," I call out. "I need you to do your duty. I need you to protect the people of Earth. Emmet, I need you to help contain me, if I can't." I have to swallow, before I can continue speaking. I can already feel Aldol trying to take over my body, seeping his fingers into my mind and every corner of my being. "Let everyone know I love them. I'm sorry." Aldol is almost completely gone. "I knew I couldn't survive past this last. . . battle. I . . . L-love . . . You . . . A—DIE! I will destroy you. Nothing can survive the chaos that I will bring to this world. Chaos is the only true form of the cosmos." My body begins to laugh, without me willing it to.

As my consciousness begins to fade, I hear Emmet begin singing a spell. The report of a rifle echoes around inside the prison I'd made for the Outsider and me. Pain rips through my chest as my heart explodes, but it feels like it's happening to someone else. To something else.

Die you evil fucker! I think. My father was right. Sometimes a well-placed swear word really does work.

Oblivion takes me.

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A white room, lit only with candles and torches, sat empty of all life. Even the body that lie prostrate upon a table didn't draw breath. The man was revered as a hero. There was even a monument erected over the cocoon-like cave he'd died in. He was the reason that the two worlds remained separate. He was the reason that life on Earth could continue, mostly ignorant of what had even transpired.

And he'd paid the ultimate price to do it.

The Chaos War had ended months ago, the Outsider's army fleeing as soon as their commander was defeated. Despite the passing of time, no rot or decomposition touched the pristine body. Gaia, the Pillar of Earth, had made sure of that. She had even closed the hole in his chest, where the bullet had shattered his heart and ribs. She made sure no one entered this room, not even her. She had to be certain that the Outsider was truly gone.

But that was about to change. It was finally time.

A door opened, and for the first time in months, a living person entered. Another followed, and yet more, until eleven people stood in a circle around the unmoving body.

Two separated themselves, stepping forward. One a very pregnant elf. The other, a man that had once been her mortal enemy.

The man began to sing softly, laying his hands on the body. His spell delved deep into the tissues of the corpse, looking for anything amiss. "He is whole," the man intoned after a few tense moments. "But he is still dead," he added unnecessarily.

An older man, a veteran of two wars now, spoke up and broke the solemn silence. "He has been for months. Don't get me wrong, I've seen magic do some incredible stuff, but bring him back? Why didn't we do that for Lisa? Or any of the others that died fighting the Outsider?"

"Because only he partook of my essence. It is my milk that has supported his body since his death." The Pillar of Earth glared at the insolent man. She was the only Pillar in the room. A fact that was noticed by almost everyone there.

"Well why does Ondine or I need to be here?" he continued undaunted. "We never had sex with him. Our souls, or whatever, haven't mixed."

"You were in his Mens Mundi," a very short brunette broke in, trying to placate the man. Over the last few months, she had delved into the world of magic, studying with the Paladonic Healer, with the Pillars of Air and Earth—very few people ever saw the Pillar of Fire—and understood what was to come. "That small exposure transferred part of his soul to you. You are here, Thomas, to return it." She also knew the truth about Ondine and her boyfriend.

"But not everyone he shared his soul with is here. And what about the part of his soul that died with him?" The man was obviously nervous about what was to come. Some in the room knew why, but most felt he was being incredibly rude and inconsiderate. The man on the table had sacrificed himself for all of them. How could he be so selfish? It wasn't as though what was being asked of him would be painful or even hard.

"Those portions are forever lost," Gaia answered. "He will not be the man he once was. Only the parts of him that you hold most dear will remain. He will no longer be a generator, either. That part of him was destroyed, along with all of his abilities. For all intents and purposes, he will be human."

"We loved him for who he was. Not what he was," the only redhead and one of the pregnant women stated.

"I didn't love him," Thomas muttered, but he was quiet enough, that only Ondine and Gaia heard him.

"We all know what is needed, then?" Gaia asked, looking around the room. Thomas's cheeks turned a deep crimson, but he nodded.

"This is the part I've been waiting for," an incredibly large breasted woman cried with glee.

"Only because you're as much of a pervert as he was," the only woman with wings said with a smile.

"I'm a married man," a hook-nosed man spoke up. He was standing next to the woman with the impressive chest. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"Don't give me that, Richard. You've been wanting to see my big bongos since you laid eyes on me." She drops her voice, though it's still loud enough to carry. "And I want to see what's been creating that large bulge in your pants when you look."

Thomas shifted uncomfortably, readjusting his own pants. Gaia approached him. The older man backed away from her formidable gaze. She had grown in height until she towered over him. Her hand shot out, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and with strong arms lifted him off his feet. To his credit, he didn't shriek or otherwise call out in shock. Their eyes met for only a moment before the Earth Mother brought his face to hers. Their lips met, and Thomas's eyes went wide in shock. The shock only lasted for a moment, before his body went into convulsions. Gaia continued to kiss him for a full minute before finally letting him drop to the ground.

"Wha—" Thomas gasped, as his girlfriend caught him and held him upright. "Why?"

Gaia ignored him, grabbing the mermaid next and kissing her just as scrupulously. Ondine tried to respond, to kiss back, but her body also went into convulsion. She was helpless to stop the changes Gaia was making in her body.

Of those watching the odd performance, only one knew what was transpiring. She had yet to speak, but she had grown close to Ondine since her master's demise. Ondine was a puzzle to Sheila. Strong and confident, yet submissive to her boyfriend at times. Ondine had confided Thomas's fears to her, and she in turn had taken them to Gaia. Sheila had once been a ruthless and unforgiving boss. Thomas, one of her employees. His work had shown an extreme lack of confidence, and was rarely satisfactory. Apparently his performance in the bedroom was similar. Gaia had refused to endow the man with a larger penis, his biggest hang-up. Together, they'd worked up another plan, but kept it secret from Thomas. Even Ondine was kept in the dark.

From this day forward, Ondine would be the only woman that could please Thomas. By the same token, Thomas would never have a problem pleasing his girlfriend again. Not because of any special skills either had, but because they had just been remade for each other.

Sheila smiled at her friend when Gaia finally released her. She watched as Thomas caught her up in his arms and their eyes met. Both shuddered, but it was nothing like the convulsions they'd experienced from Gaia's powerful lips. These were shudders of delight at being in contact with one another.

Sheila's gaze turned to the body on the table. She wondered if she could talk Gaia into doing the same for her master and her, once he was alive again. She immediately felt guilty for the thought. She didn't like it very much, but she had come to accept that her master belonged to more than just her. That he needed more than just his willing and obedient slave.

A soft moan entered the room, and Sheila turned to see that her friend and ex-employee were madly kissing. Arms locked around the other, as their mouths fought hard to impart the bliss that they were receiving from each other. There was an undeniable hunger and heat growing between the two. Despite herself, she was growing wet between her legs. She wasn't into women, though she knew she would have to make an exception for what was to come.

Jennifer had offered to share the officer with her, but the only cock allowed in her was her master's strong phallus. Thinking of Lyden's powerful sexual prowess, made her stomach flutter, and the twins inside her roll around. She didn't have much longer until they were born. She glanced at Brooke's swollen stomach and grimaced. That mermaid was only carrying one child, but Brooke was a lot smaller than she was. Sheila knew that some of that was because she was further along than Brooke. She just hoped her master didn't wake up, and think she was a cow with her distended stomach and fuller tits. Sheila wondered if her master's sexual appetite would be the same when he woke up, or if it would be one of the things that was lost when he died. She wasn't certain how she felt about that, either way.

Everyone was so engrossed in watching the two make out, that only Gaia in her omnipotence noticed Emmet and Alloria slip from the room. His hand fondled her ass, and she turned to glare at him.

"Stop that, human," she spat venomously as they walked out.

"Never, slut!" He growled right back.

Gaia watched them long enough to see them argue for a few more seconds, before they inevitable embraced and began to violently fuck each other. She didn't fully comprehend what had taken place between the two. Alloria would vehemently deny it, but Gaia knew she was happy with her life. When she thought no one was watching, the elf would gently stroke her swollen belly and smile. Emmet, despite his words, treated Alloria's stomach with the utmost respect and care.

Mentally watching Emmet thrust himself into the very pregnant Alloria, Gaia recalled why they were there. She cleared her throat, feeling the stirrings within herself as her sex heated up. Everyone looked away from Thomas and Ondine and she smiled easily.

"Lyden Snow's body is whole, and now he only needs his soul." She grimaced slightly at the unintentional rhyme. "Thomas and Ondine have already begun." The mermaid's shirt was off, and she moaned slightly as if in response to Gaia's statement while Thomas sucked vigorously on one nipple. "I believe we should follow suit."

The Pillar of Earth matched action to words and stripped off her clothing. Only Richard Jewkes hesitated, glancing nervously around him as everyone divested themselves of clothing. Jennifer noticed his reluctance, and pulled his head into her more than generous bosom with one hand, while digging into his pants with the other. The hook-nosed man took no further urging to get naked.

Jennifer grinned when his phallus popped free. It wasn't as big as Lyden's, but was still bigger than average, and easily larger than Thomas's prick, which was partially visible between Ondine's lips. Jennifer dropped to her knees, bringing the cops pants down with her, and stared the bulbous head in its single eye. She could sense that Richard was still nervous, even though she also knew that he'd been taking every opportunity to check out her mountainous chest. Well, today he was going to get a lot more than just checking out her fat twins.

"Ungh. Holy shit, that feels great," Richard grunted as Jennifer swallowed him. Some small part of her, the part that remembered being fat and ridiculed, shivered at his compliment. She knew she was good at giving head, though Lyden had had to teach her a bit at first. Despite the men and women she'd been with since that fateful event in her cabin, Lyden was still the best lover she'd ever experienced. She sincerely hoped this worked. She wanted another chance to get his cock into her. Maybe she could talk him and Richard into tag teaming her. The thought of have two cocks at her disposal sent a thrill through her, making her moan around the stiff prick between her lips.

Jennifer relaxed her throat, slipping her tongue out as she accepted Richard deeper into her gullet. Despite his length and size, it didn't take long for her nose to brush his pubic hair, and she studiously bathed his scrotum with her tongue.

"Oh, shit," Richard moaned, twining his fingers in her brown hair. She'd let it grow since she'd worked as a security guard. Now she had a better job: running Angela's security. She still found it odd, thinking that she controlled the security for one of the Pillars of this world, but working for a succubus had its benefits. She was one of the few who were allowed to see the Pillar of Fire. "My wife never. . . . Oh. . . . If you don't stop, I'm . . . I'm. . . ." Jennifer picked up the pace of her bobbing head. Yes, she'd learned a lot from Angela. "Ungh!"

Jennifer let the first volley hit the back of her throat, before pulling back until just the head was within her lips. She sucked hard, relishing the power she now had over men's cocks. Relishing too, the way the cop's sperm tasted and splashed around inside her mouth and against her tongue and teeth, until she finally swallowed most of it.

Richard tried pulling her off him, but she gripped him firmly at the base, and only allowed her mouth to come off enough to drool his seed back onto him. She dove for his member again, swallowing him whole, and moaning in her own pleasure. She had to make sure he wouldn't get soft. His work wasn't done yet, as her dripping pussy could attest to.

Becky couldn't help but grin as she watched Jennifer bring Jewkes to a powerful orgasm. Every orgasm that happened in this room would help her man come back to her. She needed Lyden to come back to her. She'd been devastated when she'd lost Lisa. Even meeting Lysa, whom she tried to think of as a niece or even as her own daughter, wasn't enough to assuage that grief.

Then she'd lost Lyden, and her entire world had crumbled. She'd never taken the time to tell him how much he'd meant to her. He had saved her life in more ways than one. She'd been horribly depressed when Lyden walked up to her at that club. She'd never told Lisa, but she was considering suicide.

She'd always been told how cute she was, but every man she dated would dump her within weeks of going out. She was too smart for them, they'd tell her, or the areola of her nipples was too large. She made them feel inferior with her intelligence, and with her short stature, most men couldn't handle that.

Then Lyden had come up to her in that club. He'd treated her like a queen, ignoring women that Becky knew were hotter than she was. That night, he'd take her. Oh, the bliss of that night! Something inside her had changed. She was still the same woman, but the depression was gone. She'd tried to hide her intelligence at first, but as she grew to know him more and more, she grew comfortable. Then he'd told her how important her intelligence was to him, after the light monster controlled her. She hadn't fooled him at all, and despite the fact that she'd almost killed him, he stuck with her. He'd saved her in every way a man could save a woman, while not putting her down or belittling her once.




The Succubae Seduction Ch. 34



"I think we should be joining in the fun," Gaia whispered in her ear, startling Becky out of her thoughts. The dark-skinned woman's arm snaked around Becky's naked waist. Her skin tingled as Gaia's fingers traced circles around her abdomen.

Becky berated herself, forgetting that she needed to take place in the orgy as well. Even after all of her studying and training in magic, she didn't fully comprehend how this was supposed to work, but she trusted Gaia. She turned her head to look into Gaia's brown eyes and felt herself get drawn in. Their lips met. Soft at first, just a simple touch, but as the Pillar of Earth's arms tightened, their kiss deepened. Tongues came out to split lips. She wondered if she was going to start convulsing as Thomas and Ondine had, but it didn't happen. Becky moaned, and had her moan echoed back as she fondled the powerful woman's breasts. They were firm in her hands, the dark nipples poking into her palms.

The juncture between her legs grew heated, the longer they kissed, and she found herself wishing Gaia would touch her there. If the Pillar of Earth heard her mental pleas, she ignored them. Becky kissed harder, urging Gaia on, but the dark woman's hands only tickled across her back and sides, sending thrills through her. It wasn't enough. She dropped her right hand down, and easily found Gaia's soaked box. Mother Earth moaned as Becky toyed with her inner labia, but still didn't return the favor.

Finally, frustrated, she dropped her own hand to her crotch, but Gaia moved quickly, pulling her hand away. Becky groaned, denied the pleasure she could have given herself, but it turned into a delighted gasp when Gaia dropped to her knees and planted her thick lips against Becky's sensitive pussy. The gasp soon became a moan, and then a cry of bliss as Gaia stroked her clit with her tongue, sending her crashing into her first orgasm.

Gaia supported her until she came down, and then gently guided her to the soft white floor. Once Becky was on her back, the Pillar of Earth shifted over her. Gaia's slit was slick and wet with her juices, and Becky found she was incredibly thirsty all of a sudden. She locked her arms around the woman's torso, and pulled the tasty looking treat down to her quivering lips. Fresh mountain stream water seemed to flow from her, as Becky's tongue licked along her gash. Becky didn't have a lot of experience with a lot of women, but she knew that Gaia's body was special, and she decided to do what she could to return the pleasure she was getting. It didn't take long before both women were crying out, their bodies bucking against the other's mouth, and reaching new heights of pleasure.

Areth couldn't help but smile at all the perverted things taking place around her. Ondine and Thomas were going at it like rabbits. Thomas thrust himself into the mermaid from behind, grunting with each impact. Ondine quivered as she experienced yet another orgasm. Whatever Gaia had done to them, must have been deliciously fun. As she watched, Thomas's body locked up and he deposited what Areth figured was his third load into her. He pulled out, and Ondine spun around, taking his sloppy member in her mouth and keeping him hard. Thomas's eyes rolled back into his head, and he smiled, as his girlfriend cleaned up their combined juices before they began another round.

Glancing over to Jennifer, she saw that she had Richard's hard rod between her massive tits, making him moan in bliss. Jennifer had a wicked smile on her face as she looked up at the older man.

Richard was too ugly for the fairy's tastes, but then, all humans were before she met Lyden. If fact, no creature, human or otherwise, was as attractive as her dolt. She had never been interested in sex, before the pervert changed her mind. The act was anathema to her kind. It was a well guarded secret, but fairies didn't mate with one another. They were immortal. Even so, fairies were born into the world. She rubbed her flat stomach. If she ever got pregnant, it would be a fairy, no matter who the father was. Of course, only Lyden would ever be able to put his seed in her. A quick glance at the pregnant women in the room decided her that she would never do that. Not unless Lyden got down and begged, promising to do something really perverted.

Now, watching all the sex going on around her, she knew she wanted to join in. He had made her into a pervert as well, but she didn't mind. Looking around, she decided to join Sheila and Brooke.

She'd changed into her larger form before entering the room. She didn't know how creatures this big moved so easily. She felt big and bloated. Her body gained weight that she didn't like, but it was better than getting smashed by the other clumsy creatures.

The other two women were somehow sitting in each other's laps, legs split and their crotches and pregnant bellies rubbed against the other.

"That looks like fun!" Areth chortled, clapping her hands. "Can I join in?"

Brooke turned her red hair framed head to face the fairy and smiled. She was laid back on the carpeted white floor. "I have somewhere you can sit," she offered, licking her lips.

Areth wondered how the woman wasn't as red as her hair, as small as her chest was. Even in her bigger state, Areth's chest was still smaller than Sheila's round tits. Looking around, Areth realized for the first time that all the women here had different sized chests. They ranged from Jennifer's massive knockers to Brooke's tiny ta-tas. From Becky's large round nipples that nearly covered her entire breast, to Areth's own pointy nubs. Apparently Lyden was an equal opportunity fucker. He really was a pervert!

Brooke moaned as Sheila tweaked one of her tiny nipples, bringing Areth back to the fun at hand. She hopped over to the supine mermaid, and planted her already wet snatch on the other woman's hungry lips. The golden fairy gasped as she felt Brooke's tongue slip out and into her. Areth wanted to return some of the pleasure she was getting from Brooke's talented mouth, and reached for the breast that Sheila wasn't playing with.

It occurred to Areth that before her dolt had taken her heart, she never would have cared about reciprocating. One more way she had become perverted, thanks to him.

With her other hand, she fondled one of Sheila's full breasts, thumbing the rubbery nipple. She wasn't prepared for the dolt's slave to grab the back of her head and pull her forward in an urgent kiss. As Sheila's tongue slipped between Areth's lips, the black haired woman moaned loudly, her body shuddering in orgasmic bliss.

Areth did her best to return the kiss, but she was getting lost in what Brooke was doing for her. The mermaid's teeth nipped lightly at her clit, sending delicious shockwaves through her small frame. Each time that button was touched, Areth thought she was going to lose her mind. Lyden had the same technique, and she never lasted long when he did it.

Sure enough, Areth had to break the passionate kiss with Sheila to gasp out her own climax. Her tiny frame was too small to hold in the pleasure that crashed through her. She could feel her fluids gush out, soaking Brooke's face and chin. Sheila latched onto one of her sensitive nipples, sending her higher. Making her moan as she abandoned impropriety and lost herself in the passion of the moment.

Suddenly lust crazed, she leaned forward, pushing Sheila away from between the assassin's thighs, and worked hard to return the favor. She had to arch around Brooke's swollen stomach, but the woman was so skinny otherwise, it was barely a hindrance. She wasn't as skilled as Brooke by any means. What she lacked in expertise, she made up for in enthusiasm, until Brooke's thighs clamped her golden head, and Areth's face became wet.

Areth found herself crying. Another experience that was foreign to her. She loved Lyden dearly, and his death had hurt more than she could ever admit to anyone around her. But as Brooke worked her tongue deeper into her, she found herself feeling closer to everyone in the room. What they were doing was creating a bond between all of them. They were each sharing a portion of Lyden's soul, and their own was thrown into the mix. She only hoped that it would be enough to bring her perverted dolt back to her.

If only Angela was here to share the portion's of his soul that she held. The first portion he had ever shared.

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Lysa watched the orgy from an invisible corner. Having been born in her father's mind, she had seen the act of sex a number of times, before she'd been discovered. She had known his embarrassment at knowing his daughter had seen him fornicate, but to her it was a simple act. There was nothing to be embarrassed about.

That didn't mean that she was interested in doing it with her father. She understood the taboo in that. But she did love her father. She knew him deeper than he might have known himself. She desperately hoped that Gaia's plan to bring him back would work, even if he wouldn't be the same man he was before. He would be the best of what he shared with everyone here.

Lysa watched from beginning to end, never letting her presence be known. Even Gaia wasn't aware of her, as she hovered off the ground. She watched as Thomas grunted for the fourth or fifth time, leaving his seed deep in Ondine's colon.

Jennifer cried out her own lusts as she bounced on top of Richard Jewkes. Her mammoth chest was held in place by the man beneath her, as he climaxed again. Lysa had lost count of how many times Jennifer had gotten him off with a combination of her mouth, tits, and pussy, but this time she seemed satisfied as she rolled off him, a dreamy smile painting her lips.

Gaia and Aunt Becky had joined Aunt Sheila, Aunt Brooke, and Aunt Areth, creating a pile of flesh where it was hard to find out whose fingers belonged to whom, and what mouths were moaning against one sort of lips or another.

Cries echoed around the room, coming to a crescendo. The crescendo became a powerful wave of bliss filled force. Lysa had to grab a hold of the roof to keep from being swept away in the power of the event as it swirled around the room. Gaia's eyes locked on her at that moment, but they lidded as she continued experiencing pleasure from Aunt Sheila's fingers and mouth.

Lysa didn't care that she'd been discovered. Her attention was on the force circling around the man in the middle of the room. Around her father. Like buzzards circling a dead corpse, the power swirled, moving faster and faster, until it became a funnel pouring into Lyden's chest.

It's going to work! She cried inwardly. He's coming back to me. Please father. Come back. I need you. She had no idea how much she would need his presence in the world until after he died. The power and strength that flowed through her as the Pillar of Air made her a formidable person. But she was still a little girl at heart. A girl that never met her mother, and lost her father. She considered most of the women in this room an aunt—as part of an extended family of sorts—but that wasn't the same as having a true parent. Aunt Brooke and Aunt Sheila were carrying her siblings. She didn't care how messed up it sounded that her aunts were pregnant with her siblings. She just wanted her dad back!

The torrent of energy began to slacken until Lysa was able to let go of the ceiling. She watched as the last vestiges of the room's orgasmic power slipped into her father's body. She held her breath—though she had no true need to breathe—and waited for her father to awaken.

And waited.

His chest refused to move. Refused to draw in life giving air. His eyes remained shut, dead and unseeing. His heart remained silent, unaware of the love that was brought into this room for him.

Someone began to wail, but Lysa refused to take her eyes off of him. It had to work. It just had to!

The wail of pure anguish was repeated again and again in the room as everyone realized their efforts had failed. Only the men, Ondine, and Gaia didn't openly weep for the loss, though the two women grew teary eyed, and the two men tried to comfort the women.

Lysa remained motionless as one by one, the women, excepting Ondine, kissed Lyden softly on the lips before leaving.

"I didn't know you for long," Richard stopped to pay his respects, "but you showed yourself to be a man of the highest integrity. I may have lost my job on the force for the report I turned in about what happened here, but I swear your sacrifice will not be forgotten. Thank you, Lyden Snow for all you've done for me, for humanity, and for the two worlds you saved."

Despite his resolve, it appeared that the fired officer was about to break down in tears before he fled the room.

Aunt Areth was the worst one to watch. She'd returned to her normal size of four inches, and cried, wailing as she beat on his chest. "You can't leave me, Lyden. I love you. Doesn't that mean anything to you, pervert? I need you. If you weren't such a dolt, you'd wake up right now and take me in your arms. Please Lyden! PLEASE!"

In the end, Gaia had to pick her up and pull her away. The Pillar of Earth handed the golden fairy to Aunt Becky before turning to Lyden. "I'm sorry," she told him sincerely. "I truly thought it would work." Then she too left the room.

Each woman had their words to speak, professing their love, and their misery that Lyden was gone, before Lysa was finally left alone with her father.

Only then did she drop to the ground and stare at the man that had birthed her in his mind.

"I will ensure your legacy lives on, father. My siblings will be watched over by the air itself. So long as I'm the Pillar of Air, none of those you loved will come to harm. I will do what I can to protect both worlds." She had to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat before she could continue. "I will miss you. You didn't know me for long, but I will try to live up to the example you set. You truly were a great man. Thank you for all you did for me. Even the things you never even realized."

She had to stop as a sob broke through. She dropped her head to hug his unmoving form. "I love you, father," she whispered, and sealed it with a kiss on his cheek.

She tried to impart all of her emotions into that peck. There was a flash of light, and for a moment Lysa thought maybe she had healed him. Especially considering the terrible drain on her system. Surely the considerable power she held would be enough to bring him back?

Her father remained unmoving, un-breathing, and un-living. There was no spark of life left in him, despite what had happened in this room for his sake.

Despair washed over her then, as the realization sunk in that her father was truly and permanently gone.

She fled, the wind of her passing making the torches and candles along the walls flicker and sputter.

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Angela knew she didn't have much time. In fact, the torches and candles along the wall were the only reason she was able to be here at all. Fire was her element in more ways than one now. Before becoming the Pillar of Fire, she could enter any of the other realms she chose. Now she was all but locked into her own. Only when in the presence of open flame could she materialize anywhere else.

She silently thanked Gaia for this one kindness. She'd asked the Pillar of Earth to move the ritual into her own realm, but Gaia had demurred. The sustenance that Lyden had taken from her would only remain valid as long as he remained in Earth's demesne. As soon as he'd been shot, a giant golem had taken him from Angela's loving arms, whisking him back here before the milk from Gaia's breasts could wear off.

Angela spent weeks crying herself into a stupor, barely caring for the damage she was causing in two worlds. Luckily in the end, only a few cities were wiped out, a few new volcanic islands were created, and other volcanoes awakened. She grieved for the loss of so many lives, but it was hard to compare that grief to losing the man that had awoken in her feelings very few succubae ever truly feel.

A man that had actually seduced the heart of a succubus. Even the death of her pseudo-father was forgiven, when weighed against her devotion to the man that had seen through her invisibility so many months ago in his office.

She took a moment to look down at his peaceful features. If she hadn't known any better, she would have thought he was only sleeping. That was the only time he ever looked so calm. The world and his responsibilities had weighed heavily on him while he lived. Now in death, he was able to relax.

Through the flames along the walls, she had watched the orgy. The part of her that'd been a succubus had craved joining in. The part of her that was the Pillar of Fire stopped her. She could have manifested for a short time, but then she would have spent months trying to recover her strength. Strength that would have fled her before the fun had even ended. This way she was able to watch until the end.

The orgy had lasted too long for her to say here, despite the flames in the room. Not even a bonfire would have supported her long enough to match the pace set by her friends.

And now she could pay her final respects in her own way.

Already she could feel herself weakening. She mentally commanded the candles and torches to burn brighter, slackening the ebb of energy leaching out of her. She had no more time to waste.

With the flicker of a thought, her clothing burned from her body. She was in the form she'd first met Lyden in, with her shoulder length blue hair, earrings completely circling her ears, and her sensitive nipples each pierced with a golden ring. She reached down to the stud piercing the hood over her clit. She was already wet with anticipation, despite her heartbreak. As a succubus, she was always ready.

Reaching out, she threw back the white sheet covering the other half of her heart. Her hand came back, and she trailed her fingers up his phallus, rigid even in death. She could sense the portions of his soul floating inside him, and understood why the ritual had failed. She wasn't surprised that no one else had seen this. Her former profession as a succubus made her more sensitive to a person's soul. She was more keenly aware than the others what was inside of them. The portions of his soul hadn't come together as one. She wondered briefly if this was because those in the room hadn't been together as one, or because Lyden had loved them all differently.

A candle sputtered and went out, curling smoke into the air and recalling Angela to her limited time.

She summoned her wings, leathery black and three fingered, before climbing on top of Lyden. Although technically it would be necrophilia, she didn't consider this to be so, with the portions of his soul still in his body.

She used her wings to maintain her balance as she lifted up, positioned him at her entrance, and sank back. In his current state, his rod didn't conform to her inner walls as it had in life, and he filled her up in ways that was missing from her life for too long.

"Oh, Lyden," she moaned, placing her hands on his chest, "I love you so much." She beat her wings against the air, snuffing out another candle in the process, but also lifting her up. She let gravity take over again, and sank back down, stuffing her twat to bursting with his meat. "Oh, Lyden!" she cried out again, repeating the gesture, and snuffing another candle, but she didn't care. It felt too good to have him in her again. Having him fill her pussy up in a way no other lover ever had. He filled more than her sex. He filled her heart, her soul, and her very being with hope and life.

With every beat of her wings another candle went out, or a torch was snuffed, further weakening her. But it also brought her closer to completion, as she slid up and down his length. In his non-magical state, he was truly a monster between her thighs. She moved one hand to a nipple ring, twisting it gently, as she continued to fuck him. Her other hand went to the stud by her clit, bumping it back and forth and driving herself closer to climax.




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"You feel so great, my love. I can feel you in every ounce of my essence. Thank you for being who you were, and loving a poor succubus. Oh, Lyden! I love you! Oh, oh, oh!"

She dropped her face down to kiss him on the lips as her inner muscles tried to compress the solid steel impaling her. Her climax rose as she continued to kiss his soft warm lips. Her body shuddered, as ecstasy threatened to overwhelm her. Her orgasm was so powerful, it actually felt like he was filling her up with his hot seed. Juices overflowed her womb, gushing out of her, and soaking his scrotum.

She even imagined he was kissing her back, thrusting up into her. She wished that he was still alive, so that she could carry his child.

Her eyes snapped open just before the last torch went out, and she found herself staring into clear gray eyes.

"I love you too," his voice croaked out after months of disuse.

With no flame to support her here, Angela was sucked back to her own demesne. It would be months before she was strong enough to return to her lover. She could only hope that he returned to her instead.

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Author's note: I hope you enjoyed my story, The Succubae Seduction. I'd like to take a moment to thank Garbonzo for his help in editing the massive story, and making the blog. He has put in countless hours helping this story to grow into what it is now.

I've already started working on the sequel, but don't expect it out immediately.

Well, until next time, allons-y!