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The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 01

By: DBs_Bro



Twins, the product of two worlds, fight to protect what they know and love. Traps are set for them, and aid arrives when it is most needed. But can that aid be trusted? Or is it another trap? 

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Chapter 01 

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Ogre the Top 

Sheldon Lance grinned at the hideous monster before him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he taunted the ogre. He swapped hands with his sword, and then back again. This was going to be fun. 

"Mmm, yummy!" Drool splattered from the ogre's open maw as it bellowed. The thing was just as ugly as the rest of its kin; with a brow that hung far over its deep set eyes, and a complexion that would make even the most acne riddled human teen blanch. It towered over Sheldon, or Eldon as he preferred to be called, by almost ten feet. Its biceps were bigger around than Eldon's waist. The ground shook as the thing took a step towards its prey. 

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance," he told the dumb monster. Technically he was only here to stop the beast from hurting visitors, on Aunt Lysa's orders, but Eldon wouldn't lose any sleep if he had to put one dumb ogre down. He'd killed before. 

The ogre swept a meaty palm at him, trying to smash him, but he deftly moved aside. The thing was fast and tried to backhand him, but Eldon was faster. He stepped in and prodded one of the huge fingers with his sword. 

"Owie!" the ogre bellowed, pulling its hand back. 

"Are you going to keep attacking visitors?" Eldon asked, giving the sword a flourish. 

"Would you quit twirling me around like that?" his sister demanded. Shelly, his twin sister, had formed herself into the sword he held and was able to speak by creating vibrations in her blade. Sometimes when she transformed she made a mouth, but considering the places he was going to be sticking her, he couldn't blame her for not using a mouth. "You're going to make me sick. Bad enough you're going to shove me into that disgusting creature! And quit taunting it. Let's get this over with and get back home." 

"Sorry, Shells," he replied, using his pet name for her. "I'll try to make this quick." 

"Yummy visitors!" the ogre bellowed, coming for Eldon again. He almost felt bad about having to kill such a dumb animal. Almost. 

"Eldon, behind you!" Shelly screamed. 

Eldon didn't hesitate. He trusted his sister without reservations. He dropped to his knees, and then shoved hard against the ground, dodging to the side. 

The maneuver saved his life. Another ogre, one he hadn't seen or was even aware of, picked itself off the ground right where Eldon had been. This one was bigger than the first by a couple feet. Eldon would have been crushed if not for Shelly's warning. 

"Yummy," the second ogre grinned, licking its lips. Dirt still clung to its rotund belly where it had landed. The thing had tried to do a belly flop on him! 

"Something's not right," Shelly muttered. "That ogre literally just appeared right behind you." 

"No problem," Eldon tried to grin. He couldn't let his sister know how shaken he was from that near miss. "As long as you're watching my back, I can take on two ogres. Three might be trouble, but I can handle—" 

"Duck!" 

Eldon rolled, again dodging to the side and out of the way. And again, his sister's timely warning saved his life. 

"What the hell!" he exclaimed as he came back up to his feet. "How did two ogres sneak up on us?" The creatures were huge and lumbering. They didn't know the meaning of being quiet. 

"I don't know, but this is more than we can handle," Shelly informed him. As if he didn't already know that! "Ouch, you're squeezing my head too hard!" 

"Sorry," he said, loosening his hold. "It's not my fault you put your head as the grip." 

"I'd rather have my feet plunged into one of those smelly monsters, than my head," she retorted. 

Eldon dodged to the side as the third ogre swung an uprooted tree trunk at him. Dirt from the uprooted roots splattered him. He had to squint his eyes to keep it out. 

"Dodge back," Shelly said and Eldon obeyed. 

"Another one?" He asked, looking around, but it had only been another attack by the third. This one was the biggest by far, easily five feet taller than the first. "We're in some serious trouble," he muttered, as the second ogre took a swing at him. 

"Lysa, are you there?" Eldon called, barely avoiding another blow from the tree trunk. "We could sure use some help right about now!" 

The wind was silent in response. 

"We've got incoming," Shelly warned. 

"Shit, just what I need!" Eldon swore. "Another fucking ogre!" 

"You know Dad wouldn't approve of you swearing," Shelly said, but it was obvious that she was just as rattled as he was. "This isn't an ogre." 

"Who?" Eldon had just enough time to ask, before he saw her. Long black hair flowed out behind her as she ran. Long, darkly tanned legs flashed beneath a skirt made of some type of black furred animal skin. 

"Looks like you could use some help," the stranger offered, brandishing two large daggers. 

"Sure," he quipped, trying to flash her a smile. It was ruined by having to dodge an attack from the original ogre they'd been sent to stop. "Lemme just clean up this refuse, and we can talk—oomph!" 

Eldon was a bit too slow dodging the next attack, and it struck him in the gut. He recovered quickly, rolling back to his feet and brandishing his sword. 

"Focus! If you're done being cocky, maybe you could actually fight," Shelly chided him. 

The stranger looked around trying to identify where Shelly's voice was coming from. 

"Yeah, yeah," Eldon said, feeling his cheeks flush from embarrassment. He should have been able to dodge that one. Maybe he was wearing out. 

"I'll take the big guy, if you think you can keep the other two off my back," the strange woman told him. Before he could respond, she dodged getting smashed by the tree trunk. His jaw fell open as she jumped onto the tree and began running up it at the massive ogre. 

There are a few things I'd like to do with that backside, he thought, watching her move. The second ogre reached for her and Eldon remembered her request. With only two ogres to worry about, he had enough time to attack. He stepped in, bringing the sword around and severing the tendons in the ogre's wrist. 

"Yow, yow, yowie!" the beast bellowed, yanking his arm back. 

Eldon stepped forward to shove his blade into its heart, but the first ogre took a swipe at him. He had to move fast, to avoid getting crushed by the thick palm. 

"Ger off me," the biggest ogre bellowed. Eldon didn't have time to look as the first ogre used its speed to reverse its attack. 

He dodged to the side again, but this time he took a swipe at the monster's hand, leaving a long gash. 

The ground shuddered from something as he followed up his attack, and this time his sword sank up to the cross guard in the ogre's chest. His sword slipped free of the mortal wound as he pulled it out. He spun on the spot, facing the last standing ogre. 

"Shelly! Spear!" he commanded, pulling his right arm back. The weight in his hand shifted. With all his strength, he threw his sister at the ogre, aiming for its chest. 

Just before the spear impacted, Eldon saw the other woman climb onto the ogre's back. Her daggers flashed as she slit its fat throat and the spear buried itself in the ogre's chest. Between the two of them, the monster never stood a chance. 

"I'd call that one and a half for each of us," the girl said as she cleaned her daggers off on a filthy piece of what the last ogre had considered clothing. "Of course, I took down the biggest one, so I think that puts me ahead." 

"I killed one, while facing two," Eldon replied, trying not to laugh at her bravado. "I think that brings us back to even." 

"Yuck! I'm never going to get this stink out," Shelly complained as she extracted herself from the ogre. She'd changed back into her true form. Shoulder length brown hair was matted to her head with sweat and blood. From her waist down, she was covered in ogre gore. "I hate when you throw me like that!" 

The stranger spun on her, daggers out and ready. "Where did you come from?" 

"Relax," Eldon told her, holding an empty palm out to show he meant no harm. "She's with me." 

The girl's blue eyes flashed between them for a moment. After a few tense seconds, she grimaced and put away her daggers. 

"Damn, you're taken. I was hoping to get some cock after that fight. Something about killing monsters gets my blood going, but I don't mess with men who are taken." 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Eldon said. "It's not like that! We're siblings! Eww!" The thought of getting it on with his twin sister did not appeal to him. 

"Your sister?" the girl asked. "I don't see any resemblance. You don't even have the same skin color." 

Eldon looked down at himself, and recalled changing his shape to that of a body builder. It was his favorite form to fight in. His arms were dark and matted with hair, whereas his sister was fair toned. It only took a moment of concentration to shift into his natural state. 

"So, you're a shape shifter, huh?" she asked, and then glanced at Shelly. "Both of you?" 

"Kind of," he replied. "I—" 

"Something like that," Shelly interrupted him. "Who are you?" 

Eldon knew that look on his sister's face. She didn't trust this stranger. 

"Shells, relax. She saved us. Don't be rude. Dad wouldn't like that either," he told her, getting back at her for her comment about him swearing. 

"It was rather convenient," Shelly responded. "How do we know she didn't bring the other ogres?" 

"You'll have to excuse her," Eldon told the other woman. "She gets grumpy when anyone attractive is around." 

"No, I get grumpy when I don't know what's going on," she shot back. "Eldon, those ogres appeared out of nowhere. We were sent to fight one, but suddenly there were three. This was a trap." 

"Well, if she meant us any harm, why did she save us?" Eldon shot back. "She could have stayed back, and watched us become their 'yummies'!" 

"Okay," the other girl interrupted. "You have me convinced. You're siblings. You can quit squabbling now." 

Eldon's cheeks burned at the laughter in her voice. Turning to look at her, he saw her holding her sides, trying to keep her laughter down. He realized what he had at first taken for a good tan, was actually her natural skin tone. 

"Look," she said when she could get enough air, "I saw someone in trouble, and thought I'd help. No big deal. You can go on your way, and I'll continue on mine." She turned to walk away, but Eldon called after her. 

"Wait! What's your name?" 

"Jessica," she called over her shoulder. "Jessica Angel." 

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"Tell me again," Aunt Lysa said to the twins after making their report. "How did they appear out of nowhere?" 

"I don't know," Shelly said. "One moment we were facing one ogre, then another one appeared out of thin air and tried to make Sheldon a pancake. The third one was the same, only it appeared with most of a tree in its hands." 

"You don't think ogres have learned how to teleport, do you?" Eldon asked the Pillar of Air. Technically, she was the twins' sister, not their aunt, but with her position of power, and being over twenty years older than them, they preferred to think of her as their aunt. Of course, she didn't look any older than them. She'd been brought into the world as a full grown adult, while Shelly and Sheldon had to grow up the hard way. 

Sheldon didn't mind his childhood. He'd had a few other siblings to play with, as well as a world of magic to explore with their mother. Their dad wasn't around much, but not because he didn't care. He was an important man in his own right. As the father to one of the Pillars of the Shadow world, and married to another one, he was the perfect person to act as the ambassador to the Earth governments. 

Over the last fifteen years, regular humans were slowly being allowed to enter the Shadow World. This broke a law over a millennium old, but their dad fought hard to get the change made, along with another of his wives, Becky. They'd argued that the two worlds needed to work together, so societies like the Paladonic Knights, or what was left of them, and the Daughters of Respite wouldn't be so strong. 

There had been a few deaths in the beginning on both sides, but every one that travelled between the worlds knew that there was a risk. For many humans, it was a chance to experience magic. For many of the more ancient supernatural creatures, it was an opportunity to return to the world they'd been born in. 

"Of course they can't teleport!" Shelly scolded him, bringing Eldon back to the present. "Not even the Pillars can teleport, though they can move incredibly fast through their own elements." 

"No, this has to be something else," Lysa said. Eldon could tell that she was getting agitated, by the way the air was constantly moving around them. They were outside, but the power of the Pillar of Air was a tangible thing when she was getting worked up. Lysa was the youngest and newest of the six Pillars. Even after twenty-two years, she still didn't have complete control over her powers. "What about this girl you mentioned? What was her name?" 

"Jessica Angel," Eldon said with a smile. She really had been a looker. And those moves! Why had Shelly had to go and be rude to her? 

"Hmm, I don't know of her. Do you think she was human?" Lysa asked. 

"She didn't seem to use any powers or abilities that I saw," Shelly offered. 

"Other than the way she moved," Eldon added. 

"Of course you'd notice that!" Shelly back-handed his chest. 

"Well, I am my father's son!" Eldon grinned. When they looked into a mirror, it was easy to see that they were twins, though obviously not identical. Their personalities on the other hand were something else entirely. 

"Hmm, she didn't try to stick with you, so I doubt she was the one to spring this trap," Lysa said. "Yes, Shelly, I agree that this was a trap of some sort, but who would want to kill you?" 

"The Knights or Daughters," Eldon said without hesitation. 

"Maybe," Lysa offered, "but I doubt that. Everyone who comes here is heavily screened, and all the portals are watched. One of their order hasn't been able to pull off an attack since that bomb twelve years ago. Still don't know what they were thinking, trying to kill a fire elemental with an incendiary bomb." 

"What do you think it is, then?" Shelly asked. 

"I don't know," Lysa replied. "But until we figure it out, I want you two to be careful. I'm not sending you on any more missions alone, either." 

"We can handle ourselves," Eldon tried not to sound like he was complaining. He knew it wasn't the case, but he felt as though they were being punished. "There's nothing Shelly and I can't handle together." 

"Except three ogres at once," Shelly muttered. 

Eldon grimaced, but he couldn't argue with her. If Jessica hadn't shown up when she did, those ogres would have been fighting over Eldon pancakes. 

"Get some rest, you two," Lysa told them. "And I mean it, Eldon. Don't do anything foolish!" 

Aunt Lysa faded into the air, leaving the twins. Their rocs were waiting behind them, to carry them home, and to their respective baths. Eldon wasn't as filthy as his sister, but he still stunk from the battle with the ogres, and claiming his spoils afterwards. 

He pulled out a small vial from his pocket and grimaced. It held some of the blood of the biggest ogre in it. Enough to allow him to change into the monster's shape and form. 

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What Eldon was about to do was foolish. He knew that, and his sister knew that, but he was still going to do it. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Shelly asked. She was cleaned up, and sitting on a bench by the forest that sat behind their house. They'd made their residence in the Pillar of Earth's domain, with her blessing of course. 

"We never know when it might come in handy," Eldon said. 

"I know, but what if you can't control yourself?" she worried. "What if we have another incident? I wasn't able to stop you last time. I can't stop an ogre on my own, either." 

"This won't be like that. Ogres are at least humanoid in shape," he told her. But inside he shivered as he remembered the last time he'd tried to take on a form that was too different from his own. The closer to his normal form he tried to stay, the more of him remained. If he tried to change himself too much, he would lose who he was, until he changed back after so much time had passed. The time needed to change back differed, depending on the form. Chaining him up wouldn't do much good against the strength of an ogre. 

"If you try to attack me, I swear I'll turn into a bear trap and cut off your leg," she warned him. Why didn't she have the same restrictions on changing her form that he had? She could take the form of any nonliving thing she touched. He could only replicate living things. 

"Well, here goes," he said. Before he could stop and think better of it, he popped the top of the vial, and tilted its contents into his mouth. He wanted to gag as the vile stuff hit his throat, but he forced himself to swallow. 

The first change was always the worst. He had no control. It happened the instant whatever he used as a catalyst entered his body. 

Agony split through his limbs as his muscles grew and bunched into inhuman proportions. His arms and legs lengthened, shredding his clothing, and the shape of his head changed. Even his teeth became loose and jagged. 

The worst part, however, was his mind. He actually felt himself growing dumber. Fog seemed to seep into his thoughts, slowing them down, or hiding them entirely. 

When it was done, the man that had been Eldon Snow lifted a huge head and looked around. Something smelled delicious nearby, and his tummy rumbled. He sniffed the air some more to try and pinpoint what smelled so good, and found it in front of him. His eyesight wasn't the best, but he made up for it with his sense of smell. 

"Yummie," he grinned as the frightened creature started to back away. Fear made it smell better. It tried to talk to him, but the words were too fast and complicated for him to understand. "Yummie," he repeated. 

Suddenly his food's scent changed. It no longer smelled yummie, but sharp and painful. He backed away, confused by the sudden change. 

Shelly, the thought floated through his muddled brain. The emotions that accompanied that thought were too complicated for the poor beast's intellect. He tried to flee, but didn't know where he was, or how he'd gotten there. He was in a small depression in the ground with a few trees around him, but that was all he knew. He wanted to smash something. That sounded like fun. But he still smelled that dangerous thing, and didn't dare smash it. 

I'm Sheldon, another thought floated through his mind. This one seemed to stick a bit better. He almost understood it. Something in the way it applied to him. 

"Sheldon?" the word reached his ears, and he backed away. 

"No!" He bellowed. "I Sheldon!" That's right. He was Sheldon. Not this yummie in front of him. Why would she call herself by his name? Where had the dangerous thing gone? "You, yum—um. . . Shelly?" 

Slowly his human mind started to push its way out of the fog. "Me Sheldon. You, Shelly," he repeated over and over again, until he felt sure of himself. "Wow, ogres are dummies!" He exclaimed, happy with how intelligent that sentence sounded. 

"Are you back, Sheldon?" she asked him. She stayed back and wouldn't come near him. 

"I'm me," he said proudly, thumping himself in the chest with his massive fist. It felt good to do so, and he did it again. Then he thought to bring his other hand into it, and beat against his chest with both fists. "This fun!" he bellowed, laughing. 


The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 01



"I think it's time to change back," she told him, ruining his good mood. 

"Okay," he stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. It only took him a moment's thought to switch back to his true form. 

Shelly rushed over to him with a robe. His clothes hadn't survived the transformation and he was stark naked. She was the only woman that he ever allowed to see him this way in his true form. He was too ashamed of his deformity to let another woman see him. 

Eldon had to blink a few times, trying to get accustomed to being able to see again. His sense of smell felt numb, no longer able to pick up all the aromas that were around them. 

"Is your I.Q. above fifty?" she asked him. Eldon knew she was upset, and wondered if it was because he'd wanted to eat her. 

"Yes, Yummie," he teased her. "I mean, Shelly. I'm back to my awesome self." 

"That's not funny," she pushed him away from her as she spoke. "You really had me worried for a moment." 

"What was that you changed into?" he asked her. His memories were a bit fuzzy, but remembered smelling something dangerous, even if he hadn't been able to see it. 

"I told you I was going to turn into a giant bear trap if you threatened me," she told him. "I was curious if you were going to try and eat that, also." Did she have to say that with such a straight face? "Come on," she sighed. "Let's go in and grab something to eat." 

"Something yummie?" he couldn't help but ask. The back of her hand hitting his chest was answer enough. 

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For the second time that night, Eldon was doing something foolish. He was sneaking out. Well, night was a bit misleading. It was never night where the twins had set up their home, but it had been a long day, and Shelly was already snoring in her room. Not that she'd ever admit she snored! 

After the battle that morning, he was too wound up to just lie down and rest. He couldn't understand how Shelly could be sleeping, when she knew someone had set a trap. The trap might not have been meant for them, but there was no way to tell. The twins weren't the only ones working for one of the Pillars to keep some sort of balance between the two realms, so there would have been no way for someone to know who would have been sent to take care of that ogre. 

It was only a fifteen minute walk to his destination. An oak tree in the middle of a field of flowers. Eldon glanced around to make sure no one was watching. He couldn't see anyone. 

He waved his hand in front of the oak tree. Its bark split to reveal the inside of an elevator. 

"Are you going to go and do some perverted things in the human world?" a female voice called out a little too loud. Eldon jumped, and spun where he was. It took him a moment to locate the sound of the voice. 

"What are you doing here, Areth?" he demanded. Of all of his step-moms, she was his favorite, while also the most annoying. She was always playful and whimsical, but she could be painfully blunt and inconsiderate at the same time. He didn't know why his dad put up with her, even if she had helped save both worlds twenty-two years ago. He didn't think he could handle being with a fairy for twenty minutes, much less twenty years. It wasn't that he disliked his other step-moms, but Areth was fun to be around in small doses. 

"Lysa sent me to keep an eye on you. She was afraid you were going to do something foolish." The four inch golden pixie grinned as she fluttered up to his face. "You are going to do something foolish, aren't you? Or did I stay quiet all this time for nothing?" 

Eldon burst out laughing as he realized that she wanted to come with him. Fairies were always looking for entertainment. 

"Where's dad?" he asked her. Normally he kept her on a tight leash. Only when he was visiting the Pillar of Fire, or going somewhere the water fairy couldn't travel, did he let her out of his sight. 

"Playing with Fire," she told him, flitting back and forth. "Your mom went with him this time. I think they're going to do a lot of perverted things." 

"I don't want to hear that!" Eldon complained. 

"Why not?" she asked, all innocence. "It's a lot of fun to do perverted things. Why, the night before Lyden left, your mom and I—" 

"I don't want to hear it!" he cut her off. Given the chance, she'd go into great detail about what her and his father did. "Look, I was just going to pop over to Earth and hang out. Try to get my mind off of today." 

"And have perverted fun?" she asked hopefully. 

"I don't know," he told her. "Can I go now?" 

"Well, Lysa only said to watch over you. She never told me to stop you." Areth thought it over for a moment. "Okay, let's go!" 

He wasn't in the mood to point out that he'd rather go without her. Knowing the fairy's nature, she'd probably use her magic on him and keep him here in the Shadow World. She might be small, and it might not be raining, but she was the most powerful magic user he knew, short of the actual Pillars themselves. 

"Are you going to stay like that?" he asked as they got into the elevator. 

"No, silly!" she laughed. A moment later, there was a four foot woman standing next to him. Her petite body was clothed in a golden leather jacket and tight golden leather pants. "How's this?" 

"You'll definitely stand out," he groaned. From past experience, he knew better than to try and convince her to wear something other than gold colored clothing. 

The elevator dropped down, and eventually opened up into a parking garage. His dad's old car, the Orange Bubble, was there. It was called the Orange Bubble because it was an ancient Volkswagen Beetle, and . . . well, it was orange. 

At least, that's what it looked like from the outside. Inside was a whole other matter. It was bigger on the inside. Big enough to fit a massive bed, two sets of couches, a wardrobe full of clothing, and even a fountain with a little pool in it. 

His step-mom went straight to the pool, while he climbed into the driver's seat. With the spacial distortion between the inside and outside, it was next to impossible to actually drive the car manually. It was easy enough for Eldon, or any of his dad's wives and few other children to mentally tell the car where to go, and it would obey. 

But where did he want to go? For that matter, he didn't know what time it was, much less what day it was. The biggest hassle between travelling from one world to the next, was that time operated differently in each realm. You could spend a day here on Earth and a whole week might go by, or only a few minutes. It was random. You never really knew. He hoped this trip would be the latter, rather than the former. Shelly would kill him if he wasn't there when she woke up. 

But she's not my mother, he thought. She may act older, but I was born first. 

Eldon reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out a cell phone he kept there. There was more than one in the glove box, but he only knew the password to unlock his. He waited for it to boot up and sync with the local time. 

It was Wednesday night, a little after nine. It was ladies' night. Only, how was he going to ditch his step-mom? 

He told the car where to go, and chewed on the problem as it drove. Compared to all the other cars on the road, this one was beyond ancient, but Eldon wouldn't trade it for the world. It had features that the other vehicles would never have. 

Magic was slowly being learned here. It was still uncommon to find someone professing to use it, much less actually knowing how to use it. There were a few religions that were pushing hard to outlaw the use of magic, but they weren't doing very well at it. Magic and technology could do a lot of the same things, but magic tended to be easier to use, and people knew it. 

He still didn't have a solution to ditching Areth when they pulled up to the club. He knew the bouncer outside, and walked right in. This early in the night, only a bit after ten o'clock, there weren't many people here yet. 

Eldon cursed himself for a fool as he realized how he was going to get away from Areth. It was going to be too easy. He waited until the club was bustling before he made his move. 

Areth was already on the dance floor, shaking her golden tush and having a number of guys drooling over her. Eldon knew she was hot, but couldn't look at her as anything other than one of his step-moms. Every time a guy tried to dance close to her, she would look them in the eye and announce, "Dancing only. I won't do anything perverted." Usually she was loud enough, that the guy walked away embarrassed. One of the things Eldon liked about this club, was that the music wasn't too loud. It was one of the few places where you could go to meet someone, and actually have a conversation. 

"Dancing onl—" she said as Eldon came up, and then cut herself off when she realized it was him. She hugged him, which only embarrassed him, but he noticed a lot of jealous glares from the other men. "Thanks for bringing me here tonight. I'm having lots of fun." 

"So are they," Eldon grinned, nodding to a group of men staring at them. 

"That's just because they're perverts, and I'm hot stuff." 

Eldon laughed at her attitude. "I've gotta use the john," he told her, trying not to be too loud. "I'll be right back." 

"Remember not to sprinkle when you tinkle!" she called after him, making his face burn. 

"Ow, hey watch it!" a man yelled at him as Eldon bumped into him. 

"Sorry," he muttered, and headed for the bathroom. Once inside a stall, he pulled out the hair he'd yanked from the man's head. The bigger the change from his normal self, the more substance he needed from the person. To change into another human required nothing more than a strand of hair. Sticking out his tongue, he laid the dark strand on it. He felt the change take place as his mouth absorbed the catalyst. 

He walked out of the stall, and looked at himself in the mirror. This time his clothes had changed with him. Eldon never knew when he would change with clothes or not, so he'd chosen a man with the same general build as his true self. Eldon stood just over six foot, but this man was a few inches taller. He had shoulder length brown hair and a rugged looking face. 

The most important thing was that Areth wouldn't recognize him, and he could get out of here. Hopefully he wouldn't run into the person he was copying on his way out. He couldn't use any of his other human disguises, because he didn't know which ones Areth knew. 

"Good timing, baby!" a cute little redhead said as she came out of the woman's bathroom. Before Eldon had a chance to say or do anything, she grabbed the back of his head, and shoved her tongue down his throat. 

He could taste the alcohol of whatever sweet drink she'd been drinking as he recovered and started to kiss her back. It didn't matter that she was another man's girl. She was cute and kissing him. That's all that mattered. He grabbed her ass, and picked her up into his arms to kiss her better. 

"Oh, baby! You're being wild tonight. I like it!" She was wearing a mini dress, and as she wrapped her legs around his hips, her panty covered crotch started to rub against him. She pressed her lips back to his. He kissed her back with abandon. 

"Wow, you're a better kisser tonight," she moaned into his ear when they separated for breath. "Want to get out of here?" 

"Yes," he whispered, a little hoarse. It'd been a long time since a woman kissed him like that. 

"Megan?" another male voice rang out. 

Uh-oh! In the heat of the moment, the fact that his appearance was that of another man became unimportant. 

"Bobby? What the fuck?" the girl in his arms pushed him away and landed on her feet, staring between the two images of her boyfriend. 

"What are you doing. . . ." he trailed off as he got a look at Eldon. "What the fuck?" He shook his head, and anger filled his eyes. "You must be one of those magical freaks. How dare you try and steal my woman!" 

"What are you talking about?" Eldon said, trying to think fast. "Who are you, and why do you look like me?" 

"Megan, step away from him," Bobby said, holding out his hand. 

"Don't go near him," Eldon said. He needed to get out of here, and already people were starting to stare. A quick glance at Areth showed that she was absorbed with dancing on the dance floor. 

"I don't know which one is you, Bobby," Megan complained. There was real fear in her voice. Eldon felt bad about that, but she'd been one hell of a kisser. 

"Who kisses better, baby?" Eldon asked, trying to think of something. 

She hesitated for only a moment before saying, "You do. Bobby?" 

Then she had to ruin it with the only way Eldon couldn't answer. 

"Where were we when we first met?" Megan asked. 

Eldon hesitated, and he saw her start to grow suspicious. 

"Time to go," someone said and snatched his arm. Whoever had a hold of him was strong. Eldon was hard pressed to stay on his feet, instead of being dragged behind. 

He heard Megan cry, "Bobby!" in an excited tone, but then lost track of her as he tried to see who had him. All he could make out was dark hair. 

It wasn't until he was dragged all the way outside that he got a good look at her. 

"You!" he exclaimed, recognizing the woman immediately. "What are you doing here?" 

"Looks like I'm saving your ass again!" Jessica snorted. "What were you thinking trying to make out with that man's woman? Don't you have any standards?" 

"Well, I. . . um. . . ." he trailed off, realizing he didn't have an excuse. Feeling low, he changed back into his true form. He hadn't been the one to kiss Megan at first, but he hadn't stopped her either. 

"What time is it?" she asked, glancing at the sky. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, thrown off balance by her change of subject. "And how did you find me in there, or even know where I was?" 

"Where the hell did he go?" Eldon heard Bobby yell behind him. He turned to see the man staring up and down the street, trying to find his duplicate. 

"Hey, man!" Eldon called to him. "Your twin ran off that way!" Eldon pointed in the opposite direction Jessica and he'd been walking. 

"Thanks, Bro!" Bobby yelled back. "I'm gonna kick his ass!" He took off running in the direction Eldon had pointed. Megan stepped out of the club. Eldon saw her tracing her fingers across her lips, before he turned and walked away. He really should have stopped that kiss. 

"We need to get off the streets," Jessica told him. "Can your guardian make it back on her own?" 

"Wait!" Eldon snapped, stopping in his tracks. "How do you know so much about me, or where I was?" 

"There isn't time for that right now," she told him, looking up at the sky. The city was too bright to see any stars, and the moon wasn't visible with all the tall buildings around. "We should get back to our world. Where's your car?" 

"I'm not going anywhere, unless you tell me—" Eldon cut himself off as Jessica grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up. She wasn't wearing a bra, and Eldon knew she didn't need to. Her tits were faultless. Round and firm looking, topped with two round, perfectly shaped nipples. They were just the right size for her athletic frame as well. He truly couldn't find a flaw in them, unless you count the fact that they weren't in his hands, or in his mouth. 

All too soon, she dropped her shirt. "Like I said, we need to get off the streets and back to your world." 

Eldon blinked a couple times, trying to sort things out. "O-okay," he said after a moment. Damn it! He was still worked up from kissing Megan, and having Jessica flash him those awesome breasts had him thinking with the wrong brain. "This way." 

He led her to the Orange Bubble and held the door open for her. "What the. . . .?" he heard her gasp as she looked inside. 

"It's my dad's car," Eldon said, getting some of his thoughts back in the proper place, "but he lets me take it whenever I want." He stepped in behind her and ordered the car to go back to the garage. 

She was frozen, staring at the bed in the back. Eldon placed his hand on her shoulder, hoping to turn her around, and see how good she was at kissing. 

She moved with lightning speed, pulling away from him and standing near the fountain. Eldon stumbled forward a step, his lips still outstretched for a kiss that wasn't going to happen. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to recover. "I thought this is what you wanted to do." He gave her chest a significant glance, wishing he could get another peak at her mammaries. 

"I did that just to get you off the street," she told him. "And it worked." 

Eldon was suddenly angry. She'd tricked him! How could she do that to him? Why would she do that? 

"Just like you tricked that other girl?" she asked him. 

"You can read my mind," he growled. Well, that would explain how she knew which of the fake Bobbys was him. 

"Not very well," she admitted. "Just surface thoughts." 

"Are you a succubus?" he asked, suddenly wary. Not all of them were as benevolent as the Pillar of Fire, and it would explain why her ta-tas were so perfect. 

The question made her angry. "No!" she shouted, startling Eldon with her vehemence. "Never one of them!" 

"Why was it so important to get me off the streets?" he demanded, going back to his earlier question. 

"What time is it?" she demanded, as though that were answer enough. 

Shaking his head, Eldon pulled out his cell phone and glanced at it. "A little after 11:40." 

She started shaking. "We need to hurry and get back to our world." 

"We're not going anywhere, until you answer my questions," he told her, mentally telling his car to stop. 

It kept moving. His dad had once told him that the Orange Bubble will do whatever he wanted it to do, unless it knew better than him what was needed. Especially when his life was in danger." 

"What are you?" Eldon demanded. 

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know when we get back," she told him. "Until then, shut up. I need to concentrate." 

He considered her for a moment, trying to decide what he was going to do. If his life was in danger, and she and the car knew it, then it was best that he get back. He might be able to fight off whatever was coming, but then again, maybe he couldn't. Besides, he was supposed to use his abilities as little as possible while on Earth. None of the Earth governments wanted big monsters roaming their streets, so Eldon usually kept things low-key while he was here. 

"Fine," he groused after a few moments. He noticed her shaking was starting to increase. "Do you need to lie down?" he asked, walking over to her. 

"Don't touch me. Stay away from me!" she growled. Eldon did as she asked. The girl was starting to make him worry. What was wrong with her? 

"What time is it?" she asked him again when the car stopped. Her voice was just above a whisper. 

"11:56," he told her. 

"Hurry," she said, still keeping her voice down. He got out of the car, and offered to help her, but she only glared at him. He'd never noticed how dark her eyes were before. Hadn't they been blue this morning? 

Eldon left his phone behind, before they moved to the elevator. The doors opened as soon as she pressed the button. She moved to the furthest corner away from him as they rode it up. 

"What's wrong with you?" Eldon demanded. Now that they were this far, he expected some answers. 

She shook her head, her long black hair shining in the false light of the elevator. She was hunched over and holding her stomach. Eldon hoped she wasn't going to get sick. Gaia would make him clean it up, if she did. 

When the doors finally opened, she blurred as she moved outside at unnatural speeds. 

Eldon had to blink as the bright light of the Shadow World's daylight hit him full in the face. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 01



"Oh, that feels better," Jessica moaned in an almost sexual manner. 

"Does that mean you'll answer my questions now?" He was tired of waiting. 

"Sure," she grinned at him. "But wouldn't you rather we not talk?" she asked and pulled her shirt off. Her attitude did a complete three sixty. 

Eldon's mouth went dry at the sight of her wonderful breasts free again. His cock strained hard against the front of his pant, demanding he take her up on her offer. 

"I want answers," he said through a throat that didn't want to cooperate. He wanted to feel those tits. Oh, the things he wanted to do to them. But there was too much he didn't understand, and his cock didn't rule his life. Wasn't there something about his cock he was supposed to remember? 

"Fine," she pouted, putting her shirt back on. Eldon couldn't stop from groaning as her chest was once again hidden from view. "What do you want to know?" 

"How did you know where I was?" There were a lot of things he wanted to know, but that one seemed the most important right then. Especially because of the trap he'd narrowly escaped that morning. He remembered his sister being suspicious of her, and now he was too. 

"I was following you," she said. 

Eldon moved to a defensive position, and prepared to change into something she might have a problem fighting. He knew how handy she was against an ogre, but maybe he could—No! He promised never to try that one again. Not after last time. 

"Relax," she told him, but he ignored her. How was he supposed to relax, if she'd been following him. 

Wait. . . . "How could you have followed me? After fighting those ogres, we left on rocs. Can you fly, too?" 

"No," she laughed lightly. How could she be so calm right now? He was a raw bundle of nerves, the least reason of which because he really wanted to play with her Grand Tetons. "I can't fly, and I haven't been following you all day." She grimaced slightly before continuing. "I didn't know it when I saved your ass, but apparently you have friends in high places. Very high." 

"I was holding my own," he told her defensively. 

Her look conveyed her opinion of that statement. "I guess you mentioned my name to the Pillar of Air, and she went looking for me. She asked me to keep an eye on you, since I handled myself pretty well with those ogres. Said something about you likely doing something foolish, and she was worried. She also mentioned that the other person she'd sent to watch over you, wasn't exactly ideal. 

"Well, when one of the Pillars asks a favor of you, you don't say 'no thank you.' She told me where I could find you, and I arrived just as you were leaving. By the way, who was that fairy?" 

"My step-mom," he told her, before thinking better of it. 

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him closer. "Wait," she muttered. "You couldn't be. . . ." Too late he realized his mistake. "The Pillar of Air asks me to look after you personally, and you have a fairy for a step mother. She was obviously free from being attached to anyone. And that car . . . You're one of Lyden Snow's kids!" 

Oh great. Here it comes, he groaned internally. There was a reason he didn't advertise who his dad was. He was famous in both worlds. Earth knew him as the ambassador to a world of magic and dreams. The Shadow World knew him as their savior. Well, those that didn't hate him for fighting against the Outsider. King Aecus was still out there somewhere with his Myrmidons. 

"Look, I'm sorry if I upset you back there," she told him, hands out in front of her and fear in her eyes. "I didn't realize who you were, or who your family was. I'll go ahead and leave you alone." 

"What?" Eldon asked, confused by her behavior. Most people started fawning over him, as though he were the celebrity. When he was a kid, he'd enjoyed the attention. But as he grew up, he realized all they were after was getting to meet his dad. They didn't care about him. "Well, I was angry, but I'm not now. And you haven't answered all my questions." 

Her eyes darted to both sides, like she was trying to find an escape route. 

"How about this," he told her, trying to put her at ease, "I'll promise three times not to hurt you, or let my family hurt you, as long as you don't try to hurt us." When she nodded warily, he made the requisite promise. "There, that better?" 

"I didn't bruise your arm when I pulled you out of that club, did I?" she asked. 

It took him a moment to realize that she was worried that she'd already hurt him. "No, I'm fine," he reassured her. She relaxed. "Okay, so you followed me, and saw me getting into trouble and pulled me out of there. Why did we have to hurry back?" 

She hesitated for a moment before answering. "Let's just say that bad things can happen when I'm somewhere that has a midnight and I cross that time. If we went back now, I'd be fine. As long as the time shift hasn't altered things so that it's still before midnight." 

That wasn't enough of an answer, but he wasn't going to push it. He understood having secrets. Talking about the time shifting though, brought his mind to that. "Any idea how long we were away from here?" he asked her. 

"Sure, let me just look at the sun and judge what time it is," she arched one eyebrow at him. "Oh, wait, there isn't a sun here." 

"Sorry," he muttered, feeling foolish. 

"I'm messing with you," she laughed. "It's been about five hours." 

Eldon blinked in confusion. It had been a dumb question, that shouldn't have had an answer. "How do you know?" he asked. 

"I just do," she said. "Only when it's around midnight, do I have a hard time knowing what time it is. Otherwise, I always know." 

There was that midnight thing again. He was dying to know what happens to her at midnight, but remembered how his car hadn't stopped for him. Only when his life is in danger will the Orange Bubble ignore him. Had he been in danger from her? Looking at her pretty face, it was hard to believe, but then he remembered how she'd taken out those two ogres. She could move! And she could be quite dangerous. 

"What else would you like to know?" she asked. Eldon noted a bit of hesitancy in her tone, but figured she didn't want to talk about whatever happens at midnight. 

"I guess that's all that's important," he gave her a half smile. "Sorry Lysa dragged you into all that." 

"Don't be," she said with a small frown. Why was she frowning? "Is that all you want to ask me? Are you sure?" 

Eldon wracked his brain, trying to figure out what she was getting at. "Yeah, I guess so," he finally gave up and said. 

"You didn't want to see these?" As she spoke, she lifted her shirt again, and this time took it all the way off. 

Eldon's jaw rested on his collarbone as he gaped at her. He recovered quickly and stammered, "Y-yeah. T-that works too." 

"You know, I'm still pretty horny after taking out those ogres this morning, and haven't been able to find a suitable release. Do you know how I can take care of this?" His eyes watched as her fingers traced circles around her breasts. 

"Um. . . I guess I could help you out with that," he tried to act cool, but those tits were mesmerizing. 

"I thought you'd never ask," she grinned. "Why don't you come over here and replace my hands?" 

He didn't have to be asked twice. Eldon couldn't move as fast as she could, but he certainly tried, making her giggle at his alacrity. That giggle turned into a throaty moan as he finally got to touch her perfection. Each breast was more than a handful and very firm. There was no sag to either one, despite their size and weight. The nipples were hard, and she moaned again as he ran his thumbs over them. 

Because his eyes were locked on her mammaries, he didn't see her hand go to the back of his head. She pulled his face to hers, and as their lips met, she put Megan's kiss to shame. If he hadn't already been hard, his cock would have been there in record time. As it was, while her tongue ran along the inside of his lips, his cock was trying its hardest to bust out of the front of his pants. 

His cock? Why should that bother him? 

"Mmm, that girl was right," Jessica moaned as she pulled away for air, "you are a great kisser!" 

Eldon grinned foolishly at her compliment. He'd tried to give as good as he got, but her skill was enough that he'd actually forgotten her breasts in his hands. Yes, she was that good! 

"Now, why don't we check out what's making your pants so tight. Shall we?" 

Eldon wasn't even finished nodding dumbly before she was on her knees in front of him, opening his pants and freeing his cock. 

"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed, pulling back from him. 

Too late, he remembered one of those secrets he kept from everyone else. Only his mother and sister knew, and Shelly only because of when he lost his clothing after transforming. 

His cock was deformed. Only when he took another person's form, did he have a normal looking phallus. 

"Shit!" He exclaimed, trying to cover his deformity. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Let me change into someone else and it will be normal." 

He started to go over every form he knew, thinking of which one had the biggest cock. 

"Wait," she said softly. Something in her voice cut through his sudden panic. "Don't." He looked at her, not sure he understood. Did she not want him to try because she was turned off by his prick, or something else. "Let me see it, please." 

It took him a moment to understand her request. Why did she want to see it? So she could laugh at it, and make fun of him? Even as he covered himself, he felt himself shrinking down and growing soft. He shook his head at her, unwilling to speak in his shame. 

"Please," she asked again. She was still on her knees, and it almost felt like she was begging him. "I won't laugh. I promise. I promise. I promise." 

He looked into her eyes, light blue now and saw how sincere she was. It helped that she'd promised three times. 

Eldon slowly pulled his hands back until she could see. Her hand moved forward, and he covered up again. She only looked up at him, waiting. There wasn't a trace of laughter or ridicule in her eyes. Finally, he nodded, and forced his hands to his sides. 

Her hand moved towards his groin again, going slowly. Her fingertip touched the tip, large even while flaccid, and it jumped startling her. He almost covered up again, but she moved too fast for him, and grasped his manhood in her hand. It was big enough, that part of it hung over her hand while she squeezed it. 

"It's huge," she said. 

"It's gross," he replied, his cheeks burning in embarrassment as he started to get hard again in her grasp. 

"No it's not," she told him, her voice soft. "It's beautiful. I've never seen one like it." 

"You've seen a lot?" He knew the question was a mistake as soon as he said it. 

"No, but you get a sense for these things. Once you've seen one, you get an idea of what they're supposed to be like. But not yours." His knees almost buckled when she leaned forward and kissed the bulbous tip. 

"It doesn't bother you that it's not straight?" he asked. Now that he was fully hard again, his cock was slightly corkscrew shaped. 

"No," she breathed. This time when her head moved forward, he felt her tongue slide across the sensitive bottom. 

Eldon moaned in bliss. No one had ever played with his deformed cock before. Even though he was ashamed of it, her attitude was turning him on more than even her perfect tits had. 

"What about the texture?" he asked when he could find his voice. 

"The bumps?" she asked, sliding her hand around the curved length. Her fingers couldn't touch around its girth. His prick had numerous hard lumps in it. He'd heard of humans inserting things just under the skin of their cocks to make them similar to what he was born with. "I'm just thinking about how good this will feel inside me." 

"It's too big," he said next. 

"Maybe," she said. "Maybe." She dove forward then, and tried to shove the bulbous head between her lips. There was an audible 'pop' as her lips stretched around it and it slipped inside. 

Eldon was sent over the edge as he felt her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. He didn't even have enough time to warn her, as he started firing into her warm, wet, mouth. 

"Wow!" she said with a grin, as he softened enough to slip from her mouth. "I think you cracked my jaw when you blew. Warn a girl, next time, okay?" She scooped up some of his errant cum with one finger, and slipped it between her lips. 

"I'm so sorry," he told her. "I usually last a lot longer, I swear." 

"First time a girl's ever touched you, while you were in this form, huh?" He nodded, still feeling mortified. "Well, it's a good thing I don't mind swallowing. You tasted pretty good too, which helps. Besides, I think we can get that back up and continue where we left off." 

The way she grinned at him! She wasn't angry or disappointed. He'd never met a girl like her before. 

"I'm afraid you won't be doing any more perverted things to him," a voice rang out in anger. Eldon felt mortified all over again. Areth had found them, literally with his pants down. He couldn't remember ever hearing her angry before.



The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 02



Shelly is awoken rather rudely, and has to deal with the fallout of her brother's indiscretion. Jessica's true motives come under even more doubt as disturbing news is told to the twins. 

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Chapter 02 

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The Fairy Spring 

"Shelly, wake up!" 

Shelly jumped out of bed, wondering what was happening. Were they under attack? She'd been having an odd dream about... something. She felt it was important, but couldn't get her sleep fuddled mind to remember. 

"What's going on?" she yelled as she dressed. Mentally she went over all the weapons she could change into if needed, as well as defensive objects. She wanted to be prepared for whatever awaited her outside her room. 

"Just get out here," a familiar voice called. A voice she knew very well, in a tone she dreaded. 

"Mom?" she asked as she stepped out. "What's going on?" 

She wasn't prepared to see the common room of the house she shared with her brother full of people. Their house was small, and it seemed even smaller with everyone in it. 

"Your brother ditched me to have fun and do perverted things," Areth stated. Her fists were on her hips as she fluttered around the room. Shelly had never seen her angry before. When had she shown up? 

Shelly's eyes were drawn to the other person in the room, besides her mother and foolish brother. It was the girl that'd helped them yesterday with the ogres. Or she had set that trap for them. Shelly hadn't decided yet. What was her brother doing with the woman? Her brother could be so dense sometimes! At least he had the decency to look embarrassed. 

"Everyone calm down," another voice rang through the room. It was Aunt Lysa. She had a hard time controlling air currents around herself in small places, so she was probably staying outside and only projecting her voice. As crowded as the room was, Shelly was glad for the consideration. "Areth, I didn't bring Sheila here to punish Sheldon." 

"Why not?" the fairy pouted. "It would be a lot more entertaining. Ooh! I know. I can punish him! Please!" 

Shelly noticed her idiot brother glance at the fairy in fear. The tiny woman could be quite chaotic, and there was no telling what the fairy might consider as punishment. 

"No," Shelly's mom said quietly. "There are more important things to discuss." Despite her words, she was glaring at Eldon. 

"Drat!" the fairy kicked open air. 

Shelly was confused about everything going on, and was still tired and ornery after being woken up so rudely. "Will someone please tell me why I had to wake up, just to find out my brother was being an jackass?" 

"Hey!" Eldon protested. "Thanks for having my back, Shells!" Sarcasm and indignation filled his voice. 

"This sounds like a family affair," Jessica spoke up for the first time since Shelly had come out of her room. "I should go." 

"Stay where you are, girl," Shelly's mother commanded. It was odd to see Sheila Lance be domineering. She acted like a completely docile slave around their dad, but when he wasn't around, she had a way of taking charge. 

Jessica obeyed and sat back down. Her eyes dropped to the folded hands in her lap. 

"For better or worse, you're a part of this now," Lysa's disembodied voice said. "I know I asked you to watch over him. I didn't ask you to get into his pants." 

The woman's cheeks burned bright red, even through her dark complexion. 

"What's the big deal?" Shelly asked. "We're old enough to be with who we want." 

"Oh, now you have my back," Eldon muttered. 

"Besides," Shelly added just to spite him, "it's not like she's the first woman he's been with." 

"And there you go again," her brother shook his head. Shelly noticed that he was looking everywhere, except at Areth or Jessica. Just how far into the act had they been caught? She wondered briefly what form he'd taken to be with her, before deciding she really didn't want to know. 

"That's not the point," Lysa said. "He is our father's son, and has every right to be with who he wants." 

"Thank you!" Eldon said. 

"But he shouldn't have ditched one of his chaperones. Especially not Areth on Earth," Lysa continued. 

Shelly now understood. Areth tended to get herself into trouble when she went to Earth alone. She had too much fun tormenting the mortals—a fairy's lifespan was infinite, as long as they didn't get themselves killed. Areth called it entertainment. No one else did. If she had come right back, instead of staying on... 

"Wait! You went to Earth?" Shelly demanded of her brother. "What were you thinking? Lysa told us to stay put. Do you still have ogre brain between your ears?" 

Shelly saw Jessica mouth the words, "Ogre brain," in confusion. 

"That brings us to the problem," her mom said. "After you two almost fell into that trap yesterday, Lysa checked into things. It seems visitors to this world have been coming under a lot more attacks lately." 

"Areth," Lysa spoke up, "I sent you to watch over the twins and protect them. Not to go gallivanting to Earth." 

"But I was bored! And it's been so long since I got to go there. I was keeping an eye on him," Areth protested. "I was keeping him out of trouble." 

Jessica snorted for some reason, but didn't look up. What happened while they were away? 

"While my daughter remained unprotected," Sheila said. Areth blanched away from the heat in her tone. 

"If you'd already sent her to watch over him," Jessica started to ask, "why did you send me too?" 

"Because a fairy isn't the most trustworthy babysitter," Eldon answered her question. 

"I didn't send her to babysit you," Lysa said. "But we're getting far from the point. I think someone is behind these attacks. So far, Shelly and Sheldon are the only ones that a trap was set for. While visitors were attacked, some of them were able to escape. Only with the twins, did the force escalate." 

The Pillar of Air let her words sink in. Someone had targeted them. She looked to Jessica. Had the woman really just happened to be in the area when those other ogres appeared, or had she somehow brought them? She couldn't read the woman's expression. But why would she help them, if she was the one to set the trap? 

"So, I'm not in trouble?" Eldon asked into the silence. 

"You're in trouble, alright," their mom told him. "Not only did you leave Areth alone on Earth, but you left your sister unprotected. What would have happened if someone attacked her while you were gone?" 

"I can defend myself!" Shelly said, filled with indignation. She'd warded off her brother when he turned into an ogre yesterday, hadn't she? 

She was ignored. 

"I want the three of you to see what you can find out about whoever is instigating these attacks," Lysa said. 

"Is that wise?" Shelly asked, giving Jessica a pointed look. 

"I think she can be trusted," Lysa said. "If she'd meant you harm, she would have let the ogres have you." 

"Unless she wants you to think that way," Shelly said. 

"Jessica's a good person!" Eldon nearly shouted. "She... she..." His cheeks turned bright red, and he looked down at his lap. No, not his lap, at his crotch. 

No, she thought. He couldn't have. He wouldn't have shown her that! Would he? If she'd seen that, and not gone running, no wonder he was defending her. Oh, Sheldon. You foolish, foolish, man. 

Shelly watched as Jessica reached out and grabbed Eldon's hand. He looked at her gratefully, then at everyone else, and his cheeks burned brighter. 

"Anybody who is willing to protect my children, has my gratitude," Sheila said. 

Jessica was winning everyone over to her side, Shelly realized. She was going to have to watch her even closer. 

"Okay, then," Shelly said. She smiled at Jessica, hoping it didn't look as fake as it felt. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. "If everyone else says you're okay, then I'll accept that. Please forgive me for being so rude." 

"I understand," Jessica replied. "If I were in your shoes, I'd be worried too. You don't know me, so naturally you'd be suspicious." She turned to Sheila then. "But I don't know about putting my neck on the line for whatever is going on. I saw someone who needed help yesterday, and I helped. It was a split moment decision. You're asking me to risk myself, for what?" 

"You're right," Lysa's voice said. "We don't know what's going on, or why. You have no reason to help us in this. If what the twins told me is true, however, we could use your skill. The choice is yours." 

"Please," Shelly read Eldon's lips. 

"I'm sorry," Jessica said as she let go of Sheldon's hand. Shelly thought she heard true regret in her tone. "I like you, Eldon. You seem like a really nice guy, and an amazing..." Her gaze dropped to Eldon's crotch. 

He did show her! Shelly thought. And apparently she didn't have a problem with the grotesque thing. 

"But I'm not willing to risk my life for something like this," Jessica continued. "You're connected to some really powerful people, and I prefer to keep my head down. I'm sorry." 

Shelly watched as her brother's heart broke. If she hadn't liked Jessica before, she loathed the woman now. But she was conflicted at the same time. If Jessica really had been the one to set the trap, wouldn't it be in her best interest to be a part of the investigation? Or did she have something more nefarious in mind? 

"Please leave," Shelly found herself saying as she pointed to the door. Her tone was incongruous with her words, but she didn't care. She wanted Jessica out of her house. 

"I understand," Jessica said. She stood up and gave one more apologetic look to Eldon. Then she turned and walked out. 

"You could have been nicer to her, dear," her mom chided her softly. 

"Look at Eldon's face and tell me that again," Shelly growled at her mother. Sheila looked at her son, then back to Shelly and shook her head. Eldon just stared at the door. This wasn't the first time his heart had been broken, and she knew he would get over it. The best thing to do, would be to find another girl for him. 

"Well, it's not ideal," Lysa said, "But I guess I'll have to rely on you two. At least I know you will always have each other's backs. Let's try to figure out how to find whoever is causing these attacks." 

"I could help!" Areth piped up. The tiny woman bounced around the room in her excitement, waiving her arms. 

"No!" Shelly and Eldon said at the same time. 

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"We've already tried this plan," Shelly complained. She had transformed herself into a large backpack, and was resting against her brother's back. He was wearing a baseball cap, and a bright shirt that read, 'I <3 magic.' He was using someone else's form, and they had just come through one of the portals the normal humans used to visit the Shadow World. 

"If you've got any better ideas, then let's hear it," Eldon snapped at her. "Otherwise shut up and act like a backpack." 

His words stung her, but she understood where they were coming from. He still hadn't forgiven her for driving Jessica away a week ago. Shelly had tried to get him to go to a club, or to meet someone else, but he refused to listen to her. She was starting to get desperate and had hatched a plan. 

Hopefully it wouldn't backfire. 

"Excuse me," someone asked Eldon. He turned to look at the woman. Shelly adjusted where her eyes were. Well, not her real eyes, but rather what part of her she was looking through. When she took the form of an inanimate object, she was capable of looking in multiple directions at once. That's why she was so good at watching her brother's back. "Could you help me? This is my first time coming here." 

The woman was attractive, with long blonde hair pulled through the back of a red baseball cap. She stood almost as tall as Sheldon was in this form, which was only slightly smaller than his true form. Shelly didn't recognize her. 

"Sure," Eldon said, his voice tired. "I'm not from around here, but I know a thing or two about this place." Shelly winced as he spoke. He sounded like he was rehearsing his lie, instead of believing it. There was no emotion in his voice. They were trying to act as tourists. They needed to see if they could trigger an attack, but after a week of trying, there had been nothing. No tourists had been attacked in the last week, at all. 

"I understand there is a beautiful beach between the Earth and Water areas. Do you know how I can get there? My name is Gloria, by the way. Nice to meet you," the woman held out her hand. 

Eldon looked confused for a moment as he shook her hand. "You came through the wrong portal, if that's where you wanted to go," he told her. "Right now we're closer to the border between Earth and Fire. It'll take you days to travel there by normal means." 

"Damn it!" the woman stomped her foot. "Now I don't have an excuse to wear this bikini I got. What am I going to do?" 

"Offer to take her for a tour," Shelly whispered to her brother. 

He shrugged his shoulders in a way that told her to be quiet. 

"I have plans, or I'd offer to show you around," Eldon told her. He turned to walk away. 

Shelly saw confusion in the girl's eyes. She really hadn't expected to be dismissed like that. 

"Well, would you mind if I tagged along anyway?" she asked. 

"Say yes," Shelly whispered to him. "She wants to spend time with you." 

"It might be dangerous," he whispered back. Then a moment later, "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do." 

He sighed, and turned to face the woman. "You can drop the act," he told her. "I know what you are. Did my sister put you up to this?" 

Her blue eyes opened in shock for a moment, before she started laughing. "What gave me away? I thought I played the part of the lost girl just right." 

"You did," he told her. "But Gloria is a pretty old name. Not many people are called that these days. At least, not as young as you appear to be. The real tip-off was when I shook your hand, though. That's when I knew you were a succubus. You'll want to ply your trade with someone else. Just be careful not to take too much from them. I'm not really human, anyway." 

"But maybe I really wanted to meet you, Eldon." Shelly felt him stiffen as she used his name. He hadn't given it to her, and Shelly knew that he was trying to figure out how she knew it was him. He wasn't in his true form, and every time they'd attempted this, he'd taken on a new persona. 

"Shelly!" he growled. "What are you playing at?" 

Darn it! He figured it out. Shelly changed back into her true form and stepped away from him. "All you've done for the past week is mope about," she complained. "Can you blame me for trying to get you to move on?" 

"But a succubus?" he demanded. 

"Eldon, don't be rude. She's right there." 

"It's okay, Shelly. I'm not ashamed of what I am," Gloria said. 

"She came highly recommended by Angela," Shelly said. "And you really could use the release." 

"Angela? When did you have time to talk to—nevermind! Haven't you caused enough stress in my love life lately?" He turned back to face Gloria, "I'm sorry she wasted your time. You don't have to stick around. I'm going home. This mission was a bust, anyway." 

"It wasn't a waste of time," Gloria said. "Really. I've always wanted to meet you. The Pillar of Fire just gave me an excuse." 

"Why, because I'm Lyden's son?" he snapped at her. 

"No," she laughed, her voice coming out in musical tones. "Because you're Sheldon Lance. Already your prowess as a fighter has made a name in this world. The Pillar of Fire speaks highly of you. She once told me that if she had any children of her own, she hoped they would be as strong as you are." 

Shelly could see that Eldon was taken aback by the praise. He really hadn't expected to hear that about their step-mom. Even Shelly was surprised. Angela rarely spoke of her feelings, much less anything to do with her husband's children. It was whispered that she was jealous of the wives of Lyden Snow that he'd been willing to have children with. Especially Sheila and Brooke. 

"I couldn't do it without my sister," he told Gloria. 

Shelly was surprised to hear her brother include her in the praise. Maybe he wasn't as mad at her as she thought. 

"Yes, I've heard you two are quite the pair," Gloria continued. "Listen, I understand that you're going through a rough patch, but I would really like to get to know you better. This plan to seduce you was foolish, and I'm sorry about that. Can we start over?" 

Sheldon looked at her curiously for a moment. Then he shrugged his shoulders and held his hand out to her. "Hi, I'm Sheldon. Nice to meet you." 

Gloria giggled as she took his hand. "Hi Sheldon. I'm a succubus named Gloria. I'm so glad I finally got the chance to meet you. Would you like to go out for some drinks? I know this great place in Gaia's city where they serve the best wine. But don't let me drink too much, or I won't be held responsible for my actions!" 

Eldon glanced at Shelly. "Go ahead," she told her brother, trying not to smile. "I can get home on my own." 

"Are you sure?" Sheldon asked her. "I don't want mom getting mad at me again." She could tell that he actually wanted to go. It was the first sign of life she'd seen in him for a week. 

"Go!" she laughed. She took a moment to change into a giant bear trap, and then back again to show she could handle herself. "Just don't do anything foolish!" 

He rolled his eyes at her before turning to face Gloria. "Shall we?" he offered the succubus his arm. "My chariot is just over here." 

Shelly watched them walk away, with a smile on her face. Her brother was going to be just fine. He was even starting to act like his cocky self again. A roc flew down from the sky to his call and picked them up. There were a few other visitors that had come through at the same time they had, though they'd separated after coming through the portal. Most of them gaped as the massive bird dropped to the ground. Ancient legends said that rocs were big enough to carry away an elephant. The truth was they were big enough to carry away an elephant in each claw. 

Shelly decided to walk for a while before calling for her bird. It was seldom that she had time alone, and she decided to enjoy it. Besides, if Eldon hit it off well enough with Gloria, he'd want the house to himself. 

* * * * 

"Help!" someone screamed, pulling Shelly from her thoughts. She'd been walking for about an hour, when she heard the scream. 

She was in a hilly area of Gaia's domain, and started running. Had a visitor been attacked after all? If so, she wasn't equipped to take out whatever was causing the problem on her own. 

She rounded the bend of a hill, and stared in confusion. "No way," she muttered to herself. "It couldn't be." 

But there was no denying what was before her. Jessica was being attacked by a myrmidon. She slashed at it with one of her daggers, but the creature made up entirely of red ants only laughed at her. The thing looked human in shape, except for two large mandibles sticking out of its mouth. As Shelly watched, the monster opened its maw. It began to glow a split moment before a gout of flame bellowed out of it. 

Jessica blurred as she tried to dodge it, but some of it caught her left calf, and she went down. Shelly could see that the burn was bad, and she wasn't getting back onto that leg anytime soon. The next attack would take her out. 

"Son of a, mother trucking, piece of, DANG it!" Shelly swore as bad as she ever did. She ran for the prostrate woman, trying to think of what she could become to fight off the monster. From what she knew, only magical weapons and water could kill them. She was magical, but not enough to take out one of them. And of course, there was no water here. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 02



"I'd better not regret this," she muttered as she dove for Jessica. She changed shape in midair, and landed with a clang on top of the woman. 

Just in time, too. Searing hot fire washed over Shelly as the myrmidon blew its flame at her. Her metal surface heated up, but it wasn't enough to melt her. Only make her uncomfortable. 

"What the..." Jessica muttered, likely shocked to find a large metal kite shield over her. 

"I hope you have some way of defeating that thing," Shelly told the woman, "because I don't." 

"Shelly?" Jessica asked, then shook her head. "Nevermind. If you can keep it off me, I can get rid of it. The thing attacked out of the blue. I didn't have time to defend myself properly." 

"Less talking, more fighting," Shelly scolded as the ant monster blew a second gout of flame across her metal surface. The heat was starting to move beyond uncomfortable and into pain territory. 

"Right!" Jessica said. "Just protect me, and move when I tell you to." She closed her eyes, and Shelly recognized the chanting sounds of magic being prepared. Normally only humans used magic in this way, but apparently whatever Jessica was, she used it too. Shelly knew the woman wasn't human. No human could move as fast as she could. 

"Any time now," Shelly groaned as sweat broke out on her surface. No, that wasn't sweat! She was starting to melt. 

"Now," Jessica said. Shelly didn't wait another moment, before shrinking down. Jessica let go of the spell she'd prepared. A column of water sprang from her hands, slamming into the force of fire, and drove it back. 

Shelly heard the Myrmidon growl as he tried to push his attack. Jessica grunted as the flame moved closer to her, but she rallied her strength and the water pushed back at the myrmidon. 

Unfortunately for the monster, it had to breathe to perform its attack. As soon as it ran out of breath, the water swamped over the monster. Shelly heard it sizzle and scream as it died. 

"Thank you," Jessica groaned. Shelly watched her eyes roll up into her head as she passed out. Agony coursed its way across her back, and Shelly soon followed the other woman into oblivion. 

* * * * 

Something changed in Shelly, bringing her awake. Her back felt numb. There was no pain. There was no sensation at all. 

"What...?" she groaned, opening her eyes. She was lying on her stomach and could hear someone singsong chanting over her. Someone was casting a spell on her! 

Panic drove her muscles to do what they'd been too weak to do a moment before, as she shoved herself away from... "Jessica?" She was on her knees, hands held out in front of her. 

"I'm trying to heal your back," the tanned woman said, her voice weak and strained. "You were badly burned. When I woke up, you were groaning, and your pulse was weak. I—" she paused and tipped forward, catching herself before she hit the ground with one hand. 

Shelly remembered the searing pain of the Myrmidon's fire pouring across her metal back. She also remembered melting. Her back was still numb. She reached behind her and felt bare skin. Looking down, she realized she was completely naked. 

"Sorry," Jessica murmured. "What's left of your clothes are right there. I needed to know how bad the burns were, and quite frankly, there isn't enough left to be worn anyway." 

Shelly looked to the pile of burnt rags, and had to agree with Jessica. If that was the remains of her clothing, how bad had her burns been? 

"Why would you heal me?" Shelly asked, still suspicious of the other woman. 

Jessica actually laughed. There was no mirth in it, just bitter recrimination. 

"You saved my life. I don't care what you think of me, but that means something in my book." 

Shelly's cheek burned in shame. She had treated this woman with nothing but scorn and suspicion. When she could have walked away and left her alone, she'd spent her last remaining strength trying to heal her. She'd been wrong about Jessica from the start. 

"How's your leg?" Shelly asked, in way of an apology. Words wouldn't make up for how she'd acted, but maybe actions could. 

"Hurts like hell when I think about it," Jessica grimaced. 

"Why don't you heal it, and I'll get us out of here?" Shelly asked. She could call her roc at any time. 

"I can't," Jessica gasped. "I can only heal others with my magic. It works by transferring healing energy from the caster to the wounded, allowing that person to recover. I can't transfer it from myself, to myself." 

"Are you telling me that, because you healed me, you'll recover slower?" Shelly demanded. "Why would you do that?" 

"You saved my life!" Jessica gasped. "I owed you that, at least. 

"Is there no way to heal you then? I'm afraid I don't know how to use that kind of magic," Shelly told her. She was beginning to feel like the worst sort of person. She was going to have to change the way she treated Jessica. 

When Jessica didn't answer the question right away, Shelly looked up to meet her eyes. She was trying to decide something, Shelly saw in her gaze. 

"No," Jessica said after a few uncomfortable seconds. "There's no way." 

Shelly didn't have to read minds to know that was a lie. "You don't want to tell me what it is, do you?" Shelly sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "I know I've treated you poorly. Okay, less than poorly. I've been a royal bitch. All you've done is try to help, and I suspected you of being a bad person. If there is a way to heal you, please let me know. As long as I don't have to slay a dragon right now, I think I'm willing to try." 

Jessica chuckled. This time there was some mirth in it. "You think you're willing to try? You don't know what you're asking." 

"Try me," Shelly told her, feeling sure of herself. She had a lot of making up to do for this woman. 

Jessica regarded her in silence for a few moments, before shaking her head. "You're not going to like it." Shelly just stared at her, waiting. "Fine," she sighed after a few more seconds ticked by. "Sex. Sex is the only way for me to heal, short of finding another healer. I'm sorry, but we'll just have to go find a healer. I can last that long." 

"Are you a succubus?" Shelly asked. She'd meant it as an innocent question, but Jessica glared at her. 

"I am not!" she nearly shouted. 

"Okay, sorry," Shelly quickly offered. "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just curious. I don't have any problems with them. In fact, I know a few and am good friends with—" 

"Well I'm not, okay? Please, just drop it?" Jessica pleaded with her, cutting Shelly off. 

Shelly nodded, and then got to her feet. Her back still felt numb and too smooth to be normal skin. She couldn't see her hind side, and was afraid of what she might see if she did. 

"Would it finish healing me as well, without taking any more from you?" she asked. 

"I can work it that way," Jessica said. "But don't worry about it. Your brother mentioned you had a couple rocs at your disposal. If you'd be willing to take me to a healer, I can be out of your hair." 

"I've got another idea," she told Jessica. "If I support you, do you think you could walk?" 

"I don't think either of us are in a position to walk," Jessica told her. 

"I know this area," Shelly replied. "Just around that hill is a natural spring that fairies like to play in. I'm certain it can help us both. The fairies have made it magical. Well, that, or the spring was magical to begin with, and so the fairies like it." 

"Can't you call your roc to get us there?" Jessica asked. She pulled her wounded leg around, and Shelly saw how bad it was. The flame had cauterized it, even as it burned away the flesh and much of the meat around her foot. 

"They get pretty upset when I have them take me such short distances," Shelly replied. "Please, let me help you. We'll get to the spring and get you walking on your own in no time. 

Jessica tried to protest again, but Shelly refused to hear it. She was weaker than she thought, but she forced it away as she got under Jessica, and they started walking. 

"How's Eldon?" Jessica asked. 

Shelly didn't know how to answer at first. She didn't want to tell this woman that he'd done nothing but mope about after she'd left, but she didn't want to lie to her again either. 

"He misses you," Shelly said. 

"Yeah, I'll bet," Jessica said, then grunted when her injured leg bumped against Shelly's naked calf. "He knew me for less than an hour." 

"Well, you seem to have made an impression on him," Shelly admitted. She closed her mouth so she wouldn't give anymore away. Eldon would never forgive her if she made him out to seem weak and hopeless over a girl he barely knew. "Here we are." 

A large evergreen tree stood proud on the inside curve of a water-filled crescent shaped depression. At their approach, fairies went zinging off in all directions. They really were a nervous group. Areth was the only one Shelly knew of that didn't act that way, but she was a special case. No one could ever steal her maidenhead and make her a prisoner to them. 

"This will heal me?" Jessica asked, doubt in her voice. 

"It'll help," Shelly told her. "You're going to want to get all the way in, though. We should strip these clothes off you, before we get in." 

Jessica still looked skeptical, but she let Shelly remove her clothing. Shelly dove in first, and came up gasping in delight at how the warm water felt on her naked body. 

Jessica slipped in more carefully, but dunked her head completely under. 

"I should have warned you," Shelly said as Jessica's head cleared the surface. "Don't drink the water." 

"What?" Jessica asked, trying to spit out what was already in her mouth. "Why?" 

"You know about the Fountain of Youth?" Shelly asked, trying to keep her face straight. 

"I thought that was a myth!" Jessica exclaimed. 

"As far as I know, it is," Shelly said, and couldn't hold back any longer. She burst out laughing, until Jessica started splashing her. 

"I didn't think you knew how to make a joke!" Jessica stated when they tried to catch their breaths. 

"I only joke around with those I want to consider as a friend," Shelly said back solemnly. "I'm truly sorry for the way I treated you. Forgive me?" 

"You saved my life back there," Jessica said. "Of course I do." 

"You've saved mine twice," Shelly replied. 

"But the second time wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried to save mine." 

"Look, we can argue about that until we're blue in the face, or we can work on getting you healed," Shelly said. 

"I thought this spring was supposed to heal me," Jessica said. "My leg isn't throbbing as much, but I don't think it's healing me." 

Shelly swam over to where the roots of the large tree dove down into the water, and retrieved a small bag. 

"This should help both of us," Shelly said. 

"What is it?" Jessica asked. "Some kind of magical wand of healing, or soothing balm?" 

"No," Shelly said with a smile. "It's soap." 

"Magical healing soap?" Jessica asked, arching one eyebrow. Shelly had to admit she was an attractive woman. 

"Nope. Regular soap." Shelly wrinkled her nose for effect. "And you stink." 

Jessica laughed as she bobbed in the water. "That can happen when you fight for your life, then have to hobble around a hill to get to a hidden spring." 

"Turn around and I'll wash your back," Shelly told her. Jessica swam to the side and held on as Shelly lathered up her hands. This was a spot Shelly only came to when she wanted to relax. It was peaceful, when the fairies stayed away, and secluded on all sides by hills. 

She left the soap in her hands, enjoying its fragrant scent, and gently scrubbed the other woman's back. Jessica had smooth skin, but Shelly could feel firm muscle underneath. She was tempted to ask what the other woman was, but didn't want to be rude. 

"That feels good," Jessica said as Shelly worked on a knot in her back. 

"Hop up onto this rock, and I'll get your legs," Shelly told her. 

"If this is the treatment I get after risking my life, I ought to do it more often," Jessica joked. 

"This isn't because of what you did for me," Shelly told her solemnly as she washed one shapely calf. "I'm doing this because I owe you." 

"Mmm, I hate to argue while you're doing that, but you owe me nothing," Jessica crooned as Shelly dug her knuckles into her good leg. 

"I owe you for the way I treated you," Shelly had to force the words out. She didn't usually apologize; she so rarely had any reason to. "You saved my brother, and I treated you like the enemy. And then the next morning, I treated you even worse." 

"I understand. You look after him, don't you? How is your brother?" Jessica asked again as Shelly started massaging her thighs. 

Hopefully knocking the bottom out of Gloria, Shelly thought. It wasn't that she didn't want her brother with Jessica, but that he needed to get over his infatuation with a girl he'd just met. "He's doing fine," she lied. 

"That's good," Jessica said. For some reason she had on a slight frown. Shelly figured it was because of her damaged left leg, and decided to speed things up. "What are you doing?" Jessica demanded as Shelly placed her hand on the wounded woman's crotch. 

"Trying to heal you," Shelly told her. "Now that we're cleaned up, I figured—" 

"Figured I'd just lie down with you?" Jessica interrupted. "I accept your apology, but you don't have to do that." 

Shelly's gray eyes met Jessica's blue orbs for a moment as she considered. "You're a beautiful woman," she said after a moment. "Both of us could use the healing, though you more than me. I really don't mind." 

"You don't mind?" Jessica demanded, anger lacing her voice. "I'm not a piece of meat that fucks anything on two legs, just because I don't mind." 

Shelly flinched at the other woman's expletive. Like her father, she didn't find much use in swearing. 

"I misspoke," Shelly tried to soothe her. "I didn't mean it like that. I don't spread my legs for just anyone either. This is a special case, though. I didn't want you to think that I would have a problem being with a woman. That's what I meant by, 'I don't mind.' I'm bisexual." 

She really is beautiful, Shelly thought. No wonder Sheldon fell for her. Especially if he saw those breasts. He always was a tit man. And look how hard her nipples are. Those breasts actually made Shelly a tad jealous, though she'd never admit it. 

"Who said I swing both ways?" Jessica asked, arching one dark eyebrow. 

Shelly blinked in confusion. "I didn't even think of that," she mumbled. "I just thought... I mean, the way you talked earlier..." Shelly pulled away from the edge of the pool, but Jessica reached out and grabbed her hand. 

"I'm into girls too, but I prefer cock," Jessica told her. She heaved a sigh, doing wonders for that awesome chest of hers, and then grinned ruefully. "Seeing as there's no cock here—unless you can convince one of those male fairies to join us? No?—and you are quite beautiful as well. As long as you don't think this makes us a couple, I would like to get this leg healed up." 

"Deal," Shelly told her. "Now scoot over here to the edge. That's good. Just lie back and let me take care of you first." 

As Jessica followed Shelly's directions, Lyden's daughter moved between the other's legs, careful of the damaged calf. Jessica's crotch was well trimmed, a small patch of black hair in the shape of a small heart sat a couple inches above the moist cleft. 

Shelly knew what she liked to have done to her, and slowly licked her way up one smooth thigh, until she got to the outer labia. She used her teeth, and gently nibbled on the soft flesh. Shelly slipped her tongue out and tasted her for the first time. With the tip of her tongue, she started at the bottom of the slit and teased her way up to the top, stopping short of the sensitive nub. She returned to the bottom and repeated the process, applying a bit more pressure. She still avoided the clit, and did it again. After a couple minutes of slowly applying more pressure, Shelly felt Jessica's fingers dig into her hair, as she forced her mouth against the woman's slit. Shelly knew this was the moment to strike. 

She sucked hard on Jessica's clitoris, flicking her tongue across it and was rewarded a moment later as her chin was soaked and Jessica cried out in passion. Sensation returned to the dead nerve endings in Shelly's back. At first she felt pain as everything came alive, but that soon subsided and everything felt normal again. 

She backed away from the other woman, a smile on her face. As she moved, she noticed that Jessica's leg was healed as well. Shelly stared at it, uncomprehending. Despite Jessica claiming she wasn't a succubus, she still had some doubts. But in order for a succubus to be healed or to gain energy, they have to get someone else off. It doesn't work if only they reach an orgasm. That was part of the reason she'd wanted to please Jessica first. If she was a succubus, it would have become apparent, but that didn't happen. Now she was even more confused than she had been before. 

"How?" Shelly asked, unsure how to phrase the question. 

"I told you, I can heal through sex," Jessica told her. 

"Yes, but I figured it was like—" she paused for a moment. She didn't want to piss the woman off by calling her a succubus again. "Like how it worked for my dad. He healed others when he got off, but that didn't heal him. He had to get his partner off to heal himself." Talking about her father like that made her uncomfortable, but she didn't know how else to bring it up and not piss off Jessica. 

"I'm not sure," Jessica replied. "That's just the way it's always worked for me. If either my partner or I reach orgasm, we both recover. Of course, I don't often get injured, and I'm not a slut, so I don't have a lot of experience with it." 

"I'm not going to complain," Shelly said, knowing her next words would sound like she was, "but couldn't you have just masturbated and healed yourself?" 

"Ha! I wish!" Jessica laughed. "If that worked, I'd spend all day, every day, locked up in a room and never come out. I can't get myself off. Doesn't matter how hard I try, or how horny I get, I can't do it by myself." 

"That has to suck!" Shelly felt for her. Shelly wasn't one to be horny all the time like her brother seemed to be, but there were times when she needed a little satisfaction. She knew she was attractive, but she didn't chase after any boyfriends or girlfriends. Her life was too hectic to put someone else through that. 

"I know you probably don't want to hear this, but I haven't had an orgasm for quite some time. I was already getting a bit desperate when I saw your brother fighting those ogres. Then we were interrupted before he could return the favor to me that night." Jessica sighed with a satisfied grin. "You're quite talented, too. I haven't cum that hard in a long time!" 

Shelly didn't want to think about what Jessica and her brother had been doing. She still felt good about the compliment. She was also soaking wet between her legs, not counting the water she was in. 

"I'm glad I could help," Shelly said. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to finish herself off. Jessica seemed perfectly happy to bask in the aftereffects of her own climax. 

"Help?" Jessica asked. "Oh, you more than helped! But now I think it's your turn." Jessica slid over on the rocky outcrop she was sitting on, and patted next to her. "I can't wait to get a taste of you and see if I can make you feel half as good as you made me feel." 

Shelly couldn't help but blush at all the compliments she was getting. Jessica was a knockout, and had one of the best bodies she'd ever seen, especially with her dark coloring. Shelly knew she was hot, but felt a bit intimidated by Jessica. Except that she kept complimenting Shelly. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 02



With a glow in her cheeks, Shelly pulled herself out of the water. Before she could get comfortable, Jessica grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Caught by surprise and pulled off balance, Shelly fell on top of Jessica. She recovered in no time, and returned the kiss. Their tongues met, and then curved around each other as Shelly felt Jessica release her head with one hand, only to grope her right breast a moment later. Shelly enjoyed having her chest played with, especially the sensitive nipples. She moaned as Jessica's thumb rubbed circles around the areola. 

She had to break the kiss to gasp for air. Jessica used that moment to kiss along her cheek, down her jaw, tickle across her neck and to her chest. Jessica nudged her body slightly, and Shelly rolled onto her back. The dark skinned woman's lips never left Shelly's goose-bump flecked skin, and as she got comfortable, another moan escaped her as Jessica's tongue twirled around her left nipple. She almost had a small orgasm when she felt teeth brush against the nub at the tip of her breast. 

"You like when I play with your breasts, don't you?" Jessica asked her. 

"Yes," Shelly gasped. She could feel her juices leaking out of her and running down her crack. Jessica had let go of her right breast and Shelly could feel her fingers tracing up her inner thigh. 

"Mmm, I like it too. You have great tits. But there's somewhere else I think you want my mouth." As she spoke, she placed her open hand against Shelly's soaked pussy, making her shudder with desire. "Mmm, I can't wait to taste you. You're already so wet." 

"Yes," Shelly moaned again as she felt a finger brush up against her hole. That finger pulled away too soon. She arched her back to bring it closer, but Jessica wasn't done teasing her. 

Jessica's body moved down, trailing kisses in her wake, until Shelly could feel the woman's hot breath on her ready hole. She gasped when she felt a tongue run between her inner and outer labia. She moaned when that same tongue toyed around the edges of her leaking hole. And she cried out in ecstasy when Jessica finally stuck her tongue all the way inside her. Even though the object was small, it felt wonderful as Jessica lapped at her pussy. 

Shelly grabbed onto her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive nubs between her fingers and arching her back again. 

"You have the best looking and tasting pussy I've ever had," Jessica said. 

Before Shelly could respond, Jessica dropped her head back down. Instead of going for her slit again, she attacked Shelly's sensitive clit, while slipping two fingers inside. 

Shelly's stomach leapt into her throat as her whole body convulsed. Every inch of her being was filled to overflowing with pure bliss. Jessica kept working on her, but Shelly lost all track of anything other than the pleasure radiating through her body. 

When she finally came down from her peak, it took her a moment to catch her breath. 

"I didn't know you were a squirter," Jessica said. Shelly flushed red as she looked at her lover's dripping face. She tried to stammer an apology, but Jessica cut her off. "Thank you. I quite enjoyed that!" 

This time it was Shelly that pulled Jessica into a kiss. She had no words to say to the other woman, and let actions speak for themselves as those perfect mammaries filled her hands. It would be a while before they left the spring. The watching fairies didn't mind. 

Especially one in particular.



The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 03



Eldon decides to spend some time with Gloria, but will he be able to get over his feelings for Jessica, or is he just deluding himself? Either way, life is about to get interesting for the twins. 

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Chapter 03 

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The Kiss 

Eldon ordered his roc to descend. The bird dropped gently to the ground and took a few steps to slow its momentum. His chariot, as he'd referred to it to Gloria, was surprisingly graceful despite its large size. Gloria let go of him, before dropping to the ground. It'd felt nice having her hold him. For a small time, he was able to forget about Jessica and his broken heart, but it was time to end the charade. 

"What are we doing here?" Gloria asked as Eldon joined her on the ground. "I thought we were going to the Pillar of Earth's capitol city for some drinks." 

"Okay, my sister is out of earshot," Eldon said, turning to face the succubus next to him. "You can go do whatever else you want. I'll tell Shelly that we had a great time together, or something. I'm sure if I smile enough, she'll buy whatever I tell her." 

"Or something?" Gloria asked, raising one delicate eyebrow. Then her eyebrows drew together in anger. "You think she's paying me to spend time with you? I'm a succubus, not a whore!" 

Eldon backed away from her, holding his hands up, palm out. "I didn't mean it like that. I just figured that since she set this whole thing up, we could stop pretending and go our separate ways. I appreciate what you said about me back there, but let's be honest with each other. We're both doing this as a favor to my sister." 

"I wasn't pretending back there," Gloria snapped, flinging her arm out to point behind her. "I really did want to meet Sheldon Lance. Why is that so hard for you to believe?" 

He wanted to believe her, but wasn't sure. He'd lived in his father's shadow his whole life. He had no idea that anyone would want to meet him because of what he did for a living. Was he really that well known? He felt his ego puff up a bit and couldn't deny he liked how that made him feel. 

"I just assumed—" he began to tell her, but she cut him off. 

"Assumed what? That because I was a succubus, a soul sucking creature, that all I ever do is pretend?" She grabbed the red cap off her head and threw it to the ground in anger. "I thought the son of Lyden Snow would know better than that. Your father always treated the succubae with respect whenever we've seen him. Now there's a man who knows how to treat a woman, and doesn't make assumptions about them based on what species they are." 

"My father?" he asked. "My father wasn't around very much, growing up. Oh, don't get me wrong, I know he tried and he loves me, but with all of his wives and responsibilities, his time was stretched pretty thin." Eldon sighed and tried to gather his thoughts. "You're right, though. I was raised better than that, and I'm sorry. I honestly didn't intend to offend you. I know Shelly worries about me, and I haven't exactly been the best person to be around lately. That's why she set this whole thing up." He gestured between them. "I thought I was in love or something. Well, not love. I didn't know her well enough, but she... She treated me in a way no one ever has." He couldn't help but remember how she'd reacted to his deformity. Instead of ridiculing him, she accepted it and even treated it as a positive thing. 

"Because of your cock?" Gloria asked. Eldon's head snapped up at her words, his eyes wide. "I can read surface thoughts, remember? I'm a succubus?" 

He felt his cheeks burn as he realized what he'd just been thinking. She'd seen all of it in his head. Jessica could read surface thoughts also, though she emphatically denied being a succubus. 

"I don't know any succubus by the name of Jessica," Gloria said next. "Your sister told me about what you consider a deformity, and I still chose to meet you. It's not that big a deal, really." 

"Because you're a succubus," he said with a hint of acid. He was getting tired of having her read his thoughts. It didn't help that his sister was talking about his twisted penis with strangers. She had no right to talk about that. 

"You need to get over your hang-up about me being a succubus," she chided him. "I can't control what I am, but I can control how I treat people. You don't like people thinking something's wrong with you because you have a different reproductive organ than everybody else. I don't like people throwing what I am in my face." 

Eldon was speechless for a moment. "You don't understand," he said shaking his head and turning away. 

"I don't?" she laughed. Something in her voice made him turn back and look at her. She had her eyebrow arched again and an incredulous look on her face. "You know nothing about me. All you know is what I am, and that's enough for you to know what I do and don't understand?" 

As Gloria's words sunk in, Eldon couldn't stop a soft laugh from bubbling up. Gloria's face went an angry shade of red as she glared at him. 

"I can't believe this!" She stomped her foot. She bent over, picked up her red hat and brushed it off before putting it back on her head, pulling her blue and blonde ponytail through the back. "You're right, there's no sense in continuing this." She turned to go and already had her leathery black wings out to fly away when Eldon found his voice to stop her. 

"I'm not laughing at you," he told her. "I'm laughing at how foolish I was being." She stopped with her wings spread wide, but didn't turn around. Shouldn't she know what was in his head? "You're right, of course. I made assumptions that I shouldn't have. I don't know anything about you, other than what you are, and I let that rule how I treated you." Eldon watched as she tucked her wings against her body and turned to face him. She didn't put them away, however, and he knew he had more work to do. "I'm sorry. You mentioned getting drinks. I can't think of a better way to get to know who you are. That is, if you're still willing?" 

He held his hand out to her. She looked at it with skepticism. For a moment he was sure she was going to turn away. When she finally stepped forward and took it, he couldn't hide his relief. 

"One condition," she told him. 

"Name it," he replied. He felt terrible for the way he'd treated her and wanted to make it up to her. 

"Make any comments or remarks about me being a succubus, and I'll make sure all my friends will know." 

Eldon wasn't sure what her threat meant, but suspected that having the wrath of the succubae would be a bad thing. 

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Eldon's laughter boomed off the rafters in the tavern. "You're kidding me!" he gasped, looking at Gloria with shock. "You didn't really do that, did you?" 

Gloria's smile was broad as it split her lips. "Yeah, and you should have seen her face. Of course, that was before she became the Pillar of Fire, or even met your father." 

"What happened after that?" Eldon asked. 

"Well, we were on Earth, so we couldn't really talk about what we were. I took her under my wing and taught her a trick or twenty. As old as I am, she taught me a thing or two as well." 

"Did you ever meet my grandfather?" He'd heard a lot about the man that at one time ruled over the succubae. He thought he would have gotten along with him and regretted that he'd died before Eldon was born. 

"Now there was a man who knew how to please a woman," Gloria laughed. "Shemhazau was a lot of fun before he disappeared. I was sorry to hear what happened to him." She took a sip of her wine. "To friends and family," she toasted, holding her glass up. 

"Friends and family," he parroted, clinking his earthenware mug against her glass. He took a sip of his beer, looking at the woman across from him. Even knowing what she was—he refused to think the word, lest he offend her again—he couldn't deny her personality was attractive. She wasn't hard to look at either, but he knew she could look however she wanted. 

"What about you?" Gloria asked him. Her cheeks were a bit rosy, but she didn't sound or act drunk in any way. "I'm sure that living with your sister, there have to be a few embarrassing stories." 

"Shelly?" he asked, trying to think. He couldn't think of anything as embarrassing as one succubus accidentally seducing another one. "Not really." 

"Oh, come on," Gloria pressed. "Your sister is quite the good looking woman. You mean to tell me the two of you never..." 

"No!" he shot back. "She's my sister. That's just plain gross." The thought of doing anything with his sister didn't nauseate him, but it didn't appeal either. As far as he was concerned, Shelly was a human that he fought alongside. She was a companion and a friend. Yes, she was his twin sister, but there were only familial feelings there. Nothing more. 

"Sorry," she said, mollified. "I meant no offense. It wouldn't bother me in the least if you—okay, okay. Forget I mentioned it." 

"I'm not offended," he said. The mood had perceptibly changed and he tried to figure out how to get her to smile again. "I don't get out much, so there isn't a lot of opportunity for embarrassing situations. Unless you count last week when I got caught kissing a girl while I looked like her boyfriend. He seemed pretty pissed about it, but she didn't mind too much. She even admitted I was a better kisser!" 

He was rewarded by a smile on her lips, though he tried to hide the pang that went through him. Jessica had saved him from that situation before it became violent. 

"Well, that doesn't sound very embarrassing," Gloria smirked at him. "She thought you were a good kisser, huh? A regular human girl like her likely doesn't know what a real kiss can be like." 

"Are you implying that I can't really kiss, or just that she was naive?" he asked, his ego feeling challenged. 

She regarded him over the lip of her glass, sipping more at her wine before answering. "Oh, I'm sure you know how to kiss. Any fool can kiss. But not every person can make their partner's knees weak." Her voice dropped an octave as she caressed every word. "Can you kiss well enough to fill a woman with desire and need? Can you make her gasp for air, but not want to let go? Can you kiss a woman and make her forget about everything around her? Make her want to rip off her clothing no matter who is around or watching?" 

Eldon shifted in his seat, his pants uncomfortably tight after her pointed questions. Her sultry voice worked up conflicting emotions. Desire for her welled up, while indignation at her assumption that he didn't know how to please a woman tried to take dominance. Of course he knew how to please a woman! Just because she was a succubus, didn't mean that he was incapable of... 

It dawned on him what she was up to. She'd raised one eyebrow when he thought about her being a succubus, but she hadn't said anything. He smiled at her, took a sip of his beer and sat back in his seat. 

"I guess there's only one way to find out," he said, answering her question with a confident statement. "Come here," he commanded her. 

Her smile broadened as she stood up and walked around the table. When she was right next to where he sat, she raised an eyebrow in question. He patted his leg as he looked her in the eyes. "I don't want to have to catch you when your knees grow weak." 

"You think so?" she challenged, but sat in his lap. She had a small rear and wriggled it against the bulge pressing against his zipper. He was thankful that he was still in another man's form. His real phallus wouldn't fit within the tight confines of the trousers he wore. 

"So? Are you going to kiss me, or what?" She wrapped her arms around his neck, but made no other moves. 

"Some things shouldn't be rushed," he told her. Reaching forward, he picked up her glass of wine. She looked at him, waiting to see where he was going. He kept his mind blank, not wanting to tip her off to what he was planning. 

He took a sip of her wine, but didn't swallow. He wasn't a fan of the liquid, but enjoyed the way it made his tongue tingle with its tangy flavor. He waited a couple more seconds before swallowing. 

"You know, there is such a thing as too much preperat—" She was cut off as Eldon leaned in and brushed her lips with his. He pulled back, looked her in the eyes and smiled. Before she could speak again, he brought his right hand up to cup her chin and brought her face to his. Her grin turned into a soft moan as their lips met again. 

He used his lips to separate hers, but didn't bring his tongue into play yet. His left arm slipped around her waist, and he pulled her to him. He felt her tongue venture out to tease along his lips, but he didn't take the bait. She tilted her head some more, allowing him to drop his right hand to her waist. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, but still his tongue remained in his mouth. 

Her tongue slid across his teeth, but he didn't let it pass. When she groaned in frustration, he opened up. She shivered as her muscle entered his mouth and was met with is. For a moment the two instruments battled against each other, both seeking dominance. 

He had to admit that she was talented with her mouth. Her lips writhed against his, bringing lascivious thoughts of what else she might be capable of. His cock was growing almost painful, filled with blood and desire for the delicious woman wiggling in his lap. His left hand travelled up her back, his fingers curling into her shirt, pulling them even closer together. 

He wanted to lay her down and rip off her clothing. He couldn't remember the last time he was turned on to this degree. Some portion of his brain that wasn't overcome with lust knew that they had an audience, but he didn't care. The other patrons in the tavern were going to see just how good he was at kissing. 

...how good he was. He realized he was falling under her spell, allowing her to win, and brought his thoughts back into focus. Clearing his mind, he twisted his tongue around to caress the invading one in his mouth. She moaned again as their bodies rubbed together along with their mouths. He moved his right hand around to her rear, giving the muscles there a firm massage. 

His mind started going over thoughts of what he could do with that small rear. He was certain that if he could just get her pants off, he could be within her in seconds, making her moan even more. He didn't care about their audience. He wanted to feel her. A moan escaped his lips as he imagined what she would feel like, wrapped around his hardness. The look on her face as he slipped in and out of her, bringing them both closer to— 

He cut the thought off, sensing himself growing close to losing this battle in more ways than one. Her resulting moan was half frustration, half need. 

Both tongues still writhed, still sought some weakness to exploit and gain dominance. It was time for the finishing move. 

He was careful as he closed his teeth. Her tongue abandoned the fight, fleeing back into its home safety. He charged after, penetrating her mouth. 

Her body convulsed in his lap, a throaty moan escaping her mouth and resonating into him. 

"Enough!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaved as she looked at him with wild eyes. She leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips, another moan escaping her before she could pull back. "We're getting out of here, now." 

The tavern erupted in cheers and applause as Gloria pulled Eldon up by the wrist and hauled him out. 

"I cheated and you still got me off first," she complained. Before he had a chance to respond, she shoved him up against the wall, plastering her body against his and kissed him with passion. "Argh," she grunted after a second. "If you don't get us out of here, I'm going to end up raping you right here." 

He was about to comment that she could do whatever she wanted to, but he noticed a couple passersby, and decided to get out of there. The last thing he needed was for Gaia to get word of this and pass it on to his mother. He knew Gaia saw everything that happened in her domain, but that didn't mean she paid attention to it all. 

"You cheated?" he asked after whistling for his roc. He was having a hard time thinking straight as he watched her small rear swaying before him. 

She giggled guiltily and flashed him a smile. "How quickly you forget what I am, Eldon. I cranked up my pheromones and did my best to flood your system with lust. I've only ever known one person with enough self control to resist me, but that was ages ago. You're just full of surprises." 

His bird was waiting for them on the edge of the city, and they clambered onto her back. Gloria sat in front of him. He kept her fire stoked as they flew to his home, both of them on edge, remaining on the precipice, but neither stepping over that ledge. 

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Eldon's front door slammed open with two bodies entwined, forcing their way in. Gloria's hands were on his cheeks, their mouths working against and with each other. Eldon grabbed the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and off. There was no bra. Their mouths had to separate momentarily, but the hunger between them could not be denied. As soon as the shirt was free, their passion continued to envelope them. 

Eldon's hands dropped down the succubus's back to her tiny rear. Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her pelvis beginning a rhythmic grinding against his. He moaned as wanton lust flooded his system, making him want more. Needing more. His bedroom was too far away, but the couch was right there. 

She was light in his arms as he walked over to the furniture. Feeling mischievous, having no doubt that some of his desire was being induced by the succubus's skills, he dumped her on the couch without warning or preamble. 

He laughed as she squealed. Her chest bounced as she landed, but there was a twinkle in her eyes as she smiled up at him. He took a moment to take in her beauty, getting a good look at her chest for the first time. Her nipples were small and hard on top of her grapefruit sized breasts. 

"Are you just going to stare, or are you going to come here and take advantage of me?" She asked. She bit her bottom lip in a way that made him want to jump on top of her and ravish her in every way. 

Through some unknown reserve he held back, stepping up to the couch. He unbuttoned his pants, and let them slide to the floor, freeing his hard phallus. The man he'd copied would never be a porn star, but it was plenty thick and hard. Veins pulsed along it in time with his heartbeat. 

"Why don't you come here and take care of me first?" He asked. She smiled as she met his eyes, but it faded as she looked down at his manhood. 

"That's a fine specimen," she said, her voice thoughtful, "but I want to see the real Eldon's Lance." 

He wilted inside for a moment. He couldn't do that. She might be a succubus, but he was too self-conscious to show that to her. 

"Please!" she pleaded with him. Her hands rubbed up her sides to her mammaries. Cupping her flesh, Eldon could see how firm her breasts were as she massaged them. She met his eyes as she pinched her nipples. "I already know from your mind, Eldon. I'm not afraid." Her hands dropped to her pants, quickly undoing the fastenings and shoved them down and off. "I want to see it. I want to feel it. I want to have you right here. Mmm," she moaned as she slipped a finger into her slit. Her labia were small, but it already glistened with her fluids and desire. 

That did it. There was something inside him that went nuts when he saw a woman fingering herself. He knew that she was aware of his decision before he changed because of her triumphant smile. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 03



He felt the change in his body as he grew a little taller and a lot fuller in the crotch. His muscles thickened, becoming more defined. 

He watched her face for reaction. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth dropping open in an 'O'. Embarrassed, he covered himself up. 

"What are you doing?" she demanded. She blurred as she sat up and grabbed his wrists. She tried to pull his arms away, but he was stronger than her. "Please," she begged again. "It's bigger than I thought, but I want it. Please lemme have it?" 

"It's deformed," he said, shaking his head. 

"Deformed? No. It's beautiful. My mouth is watering, I want to taste it." She looked up into his eyes. "Please?" she asked again. 

His resolve crumbled and he let his hands be pulled aside. 

"Thank you," she said, full of sincerity. He could feel her warm breath on his twisted member. "Mmm," she moaned, and then leaned forward to lick along its bumpy length. 

"Ah." The sound escaped him before he could stop it. After all the foreplay in the tavern, and then the long flight, he was sensitive and ready for action. His rod thrummed with potent energy as she brought her mouth to his scrotum, kissing the sensitive organ, and then returned to the tip. 

Gloria stretched her mouth wide to allow the large head past her lips. He was surprised to see her fit the monster into her slim face. His shock increased as her head continued moving, swallowing more and more of him. He was sure she would stop when he felt the back of her throat. Instead, she started humming and taking him even deeper. Her nose brushed up against his pubic hair. It took all his concentration to keep from exploding right there. 

"H-how?" he asked. Looking down at her, he couldn't see how his cock was able to fit. 

Her blue eyes lifted to meet his. He could see the smile in them as she winked. A second later, her throat undulated around his flesh, sending new waves of pleasure through him. It was too much. He felt her fingers digging into his rear as she pulled him tighter to him. He had to lock his knees as he fired strings of semen into her stomach. 

Even when he was done, she didn't let go. Eldon knew she needed to breathe, but she kept him lodged in her mouth. After a few seconds of trying to gather his thoughts, he realized he wasn't softening. 

Gloria pulled her head back, letting him slowly slip from her mouth with a satisfied smile. "I like you like this," she said. There was still a thick string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to his shaft. She used her right hand to gather it up and return it to her mouth. "Yum! I hope you can return the favor, but right now, I want this thing inside me. I can't wait to find out what it feels like!" 

"You want it?" he growled, ripping his shirt off. He tossed it aside before bending over, grabbing her under her arms and pulling her to her feet. She turned in his arms and pressed her crack against his shaft, sliding herself up and down its length. He moaned, enjoying the feel of her firm globes gliding up and down his schlong. 

"You better believe I want it," she confessed. With her back pressed against him, she snaked her left arm up behind his head and pulled his head down. Their lips met. This time he didn't hesitate before meeting her tongue with his. "Damn, you're good at that!" she gasped. 

She moved to the couch, bent over and shook her delectable rump at him. "Stick it in. Please stick it in!" He was more than happy to accept that invitation. Stepping forward, he gripped himself at the base and rubbed the head against her. Heat radiated from where they touched. She was slick with desire, but he tried to tease her before doing what they both so desperately wanted. 

She wasn't willing to wait. As he brought the head into position, she shoved back. Her hole swallowed the first couple inches before he was even aware of what she'd done. She felt like a felt vise sliding up his twisted length. He smiled as he moved his hands to her hips. 

"If that's the way you want to play it..." he trailed off. With one quick motion, he pulled back with his hands and thrust with his hips. She took him to the hilt with little more than a grunt, followed by a long low moan. 

"Oh, damn! I've never felt anything like that before," she cried out. Her inner walls constricted around him, massaging every inch of his organ. Even the folds and bumps of his length were compressed by her hot tightness. "Hold on for a second. I need to get used to this." He waited, relishing the way she fit him like a glove. He couldn't believe that not only had he fit inside her, but that she was even enjoying his deformity. "Okay," she said, sounding out of breath, "I think I've conformed. Let's see what you can do." 

He wasn't sure what she meant by getting conformed, but he understood the rest of it. He pulled back, looking down at where they were joined. Her pussy didn't seem to want to let go, sliding along his skin while moving around to follow the twisted length of him. Light glistened off his wet cock. Her opening stretched tight around the head when he reversed directions, shoving himself back to the hilt into her. 

"Mmm, don't stop," she panted as he repeated the process. "Right there. Mmm, you hit all my spots." She started to move against him, so he picked up his pace. "Mmm, I'm going to cum. Are you ready?" 

Being asked if he was ready for her to cum sent a jolt through him. Not only was she not turned off by his cock, but she was about to get off on it! 

"Yeah," he told her. "Give it to me!" 

She shuddered as he spoke, her insides rippling around him. Her juices flooded out and around his pole, but what he noticed most was the energy flooding into him. In the heat of his lust, he'd forgotten that she was a succubus, and that she could choose to give energy as well as receive. As new strength flowed into him, he moved his arms under her, lifted her off the ground, turned, and sat back on the couch. The impact drove him deeper into her. 

She spun around in a blur without losing their connection. Her eyes grew serious as she looked down at him, her chest still heaving from her climax. 

"I think we need to make this a weekly thing," she told him. "I've never felt anything like this before!" As she spoke, she wriggled in his lap, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from him. 

"Just once a week?" he asked with a grin. 

"Shut up and fuck me!" she ordered, bending over and kissing him. 

Eldon's hands moved to her breasts, rubbing her tiny nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, while swiveling his hips. A steady clapping noise reverberated through the small house as he sensed her getting close to a next orgasm. He was only moments away from his second climax. 

Neither one of them heard the door open over the sounds of their combined moans. Neither one saw the shocked expressions painted on two female faces. 

"Sheldon! You've got a room to do that in!" Shelly screamed. 

"Well, I didn't expect to see this when I walked in," Jessica drawled right afterwards. 

Eldon froze, shock gripping his system, but Gloria climaxed right then. As her orgasm washed over him, he started firing deep into the succubus, horrified to be caught by the woman he'd been moping over just a few short hours ago. 

* * * * 

"I'm sorry, Sheldon, but how was I supposed to know you would be in the front room?" Shelly demanded of her brother. 

"You're the one that set us up," Eldon shot back. He was angrier with himself than he was with his sister, but had to vent. He only wished that Jessica wasn't standing off to the side with that smirk on her face. 

"It's really not a problem," Jessica said. Her arms were folded as she regarded the siblings. "We were never official. You can do as you like, Eldon." 

"That's not—!" He started to protest. Jessica raised one delicate eyebrow, but never lost that smirk. "I mean, I know, but it's just embarrassing to have my sister walk in on me while I—" 

"While you give a succubus one helluva orgasm and fill me full of cum?" Gloria laughed, talking for the first time since they got dressed. By the look on her face, he didn't know who was enjoying the encounter more; Gloria or Jessica. The twins were red-faced by comparison. 

"You're a succubus?" Jessica's mien changed faster than anything Eldon had ever seen. He'd forgotten about her dislike of the succubae. Anger now forced storm clouds to cross her eyes. Those storm clouds turned on Eldon. "I can accept you sleeping with another woman, but how could you stoop so low as to sleep with a succubus? They're worse than prostitutes!" 

"Wait, I—" Eldon began, but Gloria got to her feet, matching Jessica glare for glare. 

"Stoop so low? What's wrong with being a succubus? You know, Shelly told me about you. Told me how you broke Eldon's heart. How dare you come in here and treat him like that! At least I have enough decency to—" 

"Decency?" Jessica cut her off with a sneer. "What does a succubus know about decency? All you care about is your next victim. About whom you can get between your legs and drain of life." 

"Victim!" Gloria choked on the word. "Does Eldon look like a victim to you? Tell her, Eldon. Do you feel weak or victimized?" 

Eldon's heart sank as two sets of angry eyes turned on him. How did things get here? If he told the truth, Jessica would get pissed at him, but he couldn't lie. Too late he remembered that both women could read surface thoughts. 

"That's how it's going to be?" Gloria stamped her foot. "I thought better of you, Eldon. I don't know what her grudge is against my kind, but someone needs to set her straight. Obviously it's not going to be you." She turned and stormed out of the house, slamming the front door. 

"It's going to take days to get that stink out of my nose," Jessica sneered, looking at the closed door. 

"I can't believe you," Eldon stated. He got to his feet, anger burning in his chest as he finally found his voice. Some of the blame rested with him for not stopping this earlier, but Gloria hadn't deserved to be treated like that. 

"Me?" Jessica asked, turning a confused stare on Eldon. "What'd I do?" 

"What—?" Eldon was exasperated. "You storm out of my life without even a backwards glance, and then waltz in and insult the one person that treated me like a human being since you left? What right do you have to berate or choose who I sleep with?" 

"I treated you like a human," Shelly spoke up. Eldon ignored her. 

Jessica's face twisted into one of confusion. "I don't understand. She's a succubus. You don't think she really has feelings, do you? She was faking everything. You can't trust their kind." 

"That is the most racist thing I've ever heard," Eldon snapped. "I thought only normal humans could be that narrow minded." He turned to his sister. "And how can you be silent during all this? I thought Gloria was your friend." 

Shelly opened her mouth to speak, but she never got the chance. The front door banged open, drawing everyone's attention. 

"It's not often I come here and find you two fighting," a deep voice intoned. A solid man with brown and gray hair stepped through the door a moment after Gloria. The succubus looked bothered and not happy about being back in the room. The man looked tired. 

He's getting old, Eldon thought. 

"I ran into this young lady outside. I thought I taught you how to treat women better that that, son." Lyden Snow's gray eyes looked grave as he stared at his children. 

"Son?" Jessica whispered. Eldon saw that her face had changed from its dark complexion to sheet white. He wondered what it must be like for someone to meet the legendary Lyden Snow like this. Eldon had grown up with Lyden as his father and had a different view of the man. 

That didn't mean he wasn't intimidated when his dad was angry with him. 

"I'm sorry for my children's behavior, Master," Eldon's and Shelly's mom said entering the room. It was getting crowded in their small house again. "Shall I punish them for you?" 

"No, love," Lyden turned to one of his wives. His smile was filled with love as he looked at her. That smile vanished as he looked around the room. "There are more important things right now." 

Eldon watched as his father closed his eyes, took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Eldon had never seen his father this shaken before. He even noticed that Lyden's hand was shaking. 

"What's wrong, Dad?" Shelly asked, concern in her voice and eyes. 

Their dad opened his eyes, and Eldon saw tears forming in them. If anything, this struck Eldon to his core. He'd seen his father cry before, but only when the situation was dire. 

"Brooke has been kidnapped," he said, his voice cracking. 

"Who took her?" Eldon asked, stepping forward. "Why haven't you gone after her yet?" Brooke was another one of his father's wives. She was also a mermaid. "What about Brock or Bridget?" Brock, or Bridget, was Brooke's child with their father. He, or she, was one person able to switch genders. Eldon usually got a headache when he thought about that sibling and his, or her, issues. 

"Brooke was visiting him when she was taken. He's staying as Brock for the moment, trying to deal with it. I was hoping you could help him get Brooke back." Lyden walked over to the couch—that Eldon had just had sex on—and sat down. Eldon glanced at Gloria and saw her blushing at him. He also saw Jessica glaring at them. 

Damned women who can read minds, he thought, knowing both of them would pick up on the thought. 

"Who took her?" Shelly pressed. 

Their dad just shook his head, unable to speak. It was their mom who answered. When she spoke, her voice was filled with acid and poison. "Varun took her. He left Brock with the message that if Master enters the Pillar of Water's domain, she'll be killed." 

"What did he say he wanted in order to get her back?" Eldon asked. He knew Varun held a grudge for the way Lyden had defeated the Pillar of Water during the Chaos War. The Pillar had remained paranoid after Brooke saved him from the previous Pillar of Fire, and ended up fighting on the Outsider's side during the war. Lyden went toe-to-toe with the Pillar and left Varun frozen in a block of ice, but alive. Very little was heard from the Pillar of Water after that. Apparently the large seahorse finally decided to strike. 

"Nothing," Lyden croaked. "He wants me to know that she is under his protection, and that he can kill her at any moment. He wants me to suffer." Lyden was human now. He no longer held the power and strength that allowed him to take on a Pillar of this world and survive. 

"Master and I thought you could go in and save her," Sheila said. "Brock is waiting for you on the border." 

"Pardon me," Jessica piped up, speaking out loud for the first time since Lyden showed up, "But this looks like a family issue. I—" 

"I would like to help, if you'll let me," Gloria spoke up, cutting Jessica short. "I know how to fight, and would like to offer my aid to the savior of the Chaos War." 

"I'm no savior," Lyden said in a soft tone. Despite how famous and important his father was, Eldon knew he was also humble. He hated being treated as anything other than a normal person. "Your help will be appreciated. I would go myself, but I can't risk Varun killing her outright, and I have a meeting with the U.N. about continued relations with the Shadow World coming up." 

"I was about to say," Jessica piped in with a glare for Gloria, "that I would like to help." 

Eldon knew it was a lie, and that the only reason she was willing to help, was that she didn't want to be shown up by a succubus. Gloria's nod to him let him know that he was right. Could they read each other's minds? Gloria shook her head slightly. He really was going to have to watch his thoughts around these women. 

Sheila glanced between the other two women. From the look on her face, Eldon knew his mother was picking up on the tension as well. He didn't expect Shelly to step forward and take Jessica's hand in hers. He remembered the two coming in together, and wondered if something had happened between them. For a moment, he felt the rare bit of jealousy enter him, but he shoved it aside. Jessica wasn't his, and from her behavior towards Gloria, he wasn't sure he wanted her. 

Jessica turned a hurt eye on him, while Gloria smiled smugly. If these two women were coming along, then he was going to get himself into some serious trouble. 

"Dad," Eldon spoke up, "I want to save Brooke, but I think Shelly and I can do it alone. Or rather, with Brock's help. I don't want to put these women in any danger they don't need to be in." He knew both women would know the real reason for him not wanting them to come along, but didn't care. 

Lyden shook his head, though. "I'm glad to see you being a gentleman, son, but no. If you're going into Varun's demesne, you'll need all the help you can get. All I will say is: be careful. If he finds out what you're up to, he may kill Brooke right then. I hate to say it, but you're going to need Marchosias's help as well." 

Eldon groaned inside. He was stuck going into battle with two women who despised each other, and could read his mind. This mission was going to be interesting. Marchosias and Varun were the least of his worries. 

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The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 04



AUTHOR'S Warning: This chapter introduces a sex scene unlike any other in the TSS world that I have created. Some of you may find it disturbing, due to the incest. I'll warn you now, this WILL NOT be a major theme in this book. You can stop reading before the sex scene, and not miss much as far as story goes. If this subject bothers you, please understand that this story is a work of fiction. I do not condone any form of sex between unwilling partners. The sex scene in this chapter was written for plot and character development. Now that that is out of the way, please enjoy this chapter! 

The twins have their work cut out for them as they rush to rescue Brooke, one of the heroes of the Chaos War. What challenges do they face, and who is the real monster? 

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Chapter 04 

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Rescuing Down Under 

"For the record, I still say this is a bad idea," Shelly's brother complained. 

"You've said that already," she reminded him. Shelly didn't add that she wasn't enthusiastic about the plan either. "I'm sure Marchosias isn't as bad as he once was." 

They were winging their way over Water's domain. The rain pelted them but didn't affect the huge birds. The same couldn't be said about their miserable riders. Nothing could be seen in all directions but blue water and gray sky. They had to yell to be heard while riding the two rocs, but the wind and rain wasn't bad enough to make hearing too difficult. 

"You don't believe that anymore than I do," Gloria yelled. She was holding onto Eldon, while Jessica sat behind Shelly. "Demons don't change. At least, not very often. I ought to know." 

She didn't qualify that statement, and Shelly chose not to press it. They all had their secrets. 

"I don't trust her," Jessica muttered in her ear. "But I agree with Eldon about this plan. Isn't there a better escape route than going through the human world?" 

"That's the closest portal," Shelly said. "Unless you know of another one that'll be closer to Varun's castle?" No response came. "Or some better way to escape Varun once we have Aunt Brooke?" 

"What about the birds?" she pressed. "Why can't they take us out?" 

"We'll need to be out of Varun's domain as soon as possible. The rocs are fast, but not fast enough to escape the Pillar of Water in his demesne or his wrath." 

"What about the demon?" Jessica pressed. "Can he really be trusted?" 

"Can any demon?" Shelly shot back. 

That shut the other woman up. The plan wasn't perfect, no plan ever was, but it was the best one they had. Actually, it was the only one they had after hours of arguing about the best course of action. 

Marchosias's island came into view a few minutes later. It wasn't large as far as islands went, maybe a couple kilometers across at its widest point, narrowing slightly in an ovoid shape. Trees grew thick on its surface. The center rose up in a gentle hill. Shelly knew that Marchosias's cave and home was under that hill. Or maybe she should think of it as his lair. 

It was also where the Cyclopes worked. 

Their rides landed on the beach. The four companions were soaked to the bone from the incessant rain falling all around them. She ordered her roc to head for home and dry off, wishing she could go with the majestic bird. If it was possible, they became wetter as both birds flapped their wings, sending water off in all directions before they took to the air. 

"Hey Shelly! Hey Sheldon!" 

Shelly tried to hide her grimace as she turned to the new voice. It wasn't that she didn't like her brother/sister. Not exactly. She never felt comfortable around this sibling. She never knew whether to think of him/her as Brock or Bridget. It didn't help that Brooke's child could change gender at will. At least he/she was confined to the water, never able to leave for more than a few seconds. 

"Hey, Brock!" Eldon waived. She knew he was just as uncomfortable with this sibling, but he played it off better. "I thought we were meeting up with you after we talked to Marchosias." 

"Areth said you'd be here," Brock said. At least he was staying one gender. "Are we really going to go save my mom? I couldn't do anything when they came to get her, but with your help I'm going to make them pay!" 

"Areth?" Eldon groaned. "She's here?" He glanced around as if expecting an attack at any moment. 

"Someone has to keep an eye on you four," the pixie tittered. She flew down from the tree line and joined them. "I remember what happened the last time Jessica and Eldon got together. Are you two going to do any more perverted stuff?" She didn't even try to hide her excitement at the idea. 

"Not likely," Jessica said in a cold tone at the same time Eldon said, "I doubt it." 

The tension between those two grew by the moment. For her part, Shelly didn't know how she felt about Jessica and her brother getting back together. When they'd fooled around at the fairy spring, she didn't have any intention of doing more. Afterwards, as they'd talked on the way home, she found she got along with the other woman. 

"Was it really a good idea to send you with us?" Shelly asked. She'd heard stories about Areth and the demon Marchosias. Bringing her along didn't seem like the best idea. 

Areth tittered as she fluttered about in the rain. Despite her only being four inches tall, the rain didn't bother the fairy at all. It had to help that her element was water. "That's the best part! Lyden doesn't know. You won't tell him, will you?" Areth flew to within a couple inches of Shelly's face. She had to go cross-eyed to look at the winged woman. "Please!" 

"Go home, Areth," Shelly said in an even tone. It wouldn't do to insult or upset her, but she was more likely to cause problems than to be of any help. 

"Uh-uh," Areth stated, placing her hands on her hips. "I'm a responsible adult. Besides, it might be fun!" 

Shelly was about to argue further, but Brock interrupted. "Stop fighting you two. My mom is down there and we need to go get her. What does it matter if Areth comes along?" 

Because having a fairy on your side can be as dangerous as having a dragon with a toothache watching your back. You never know what they'll do next, she thought, but chose not to say. By the look in Eldon's eyes, he wanted to say much the same, but for once he kept his mouth shut. 

"Let's just get this over with," Shelly said after a couple seconds of tense silence. 

Everyone nodded with her statement, and they headed towards Marchosias's cave entrance. Dad told her where to find the shortcut into his cave, but when they arrived—without Brock, thankfully—it was nowhere to be seen. What they did find was a sign, pointing them to the main entrance. 

"I guess he wants us to do things the hard way," Eldon grimaced as he spoke. 

"Um, are you sure we can't just blast our way through?" Areth asked. She sounded uncharacteristically nervous. Shelly had never seen her aunt act anything other than curious and jubilant. To see her act this way made her nervous. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, trying to keep her voice level. 

"Wrong?" Areth squeaked. "Nothing's wrong. Why should anything be wrong? Brooke is in trouble. That's it! I mean, that's all. We should take the fastest way in so we can go save Brooke." 

"I'm sure Marchosias wouldn't appreciate us breaking through his walls to get to him," Gloria said, giving the fairy a doubtful look. "Besides, how helpful do you think he'll be if we anger him?" 

"But there are Cyclopes the other way!" Areth whined. "It's not that I'm scared, or anything, but there is only one man here, and I'd hate to see any of you delicate women disturbed by those horrendous creatures." 

"That's mighty altruistic of you," Gloria said with a twitch of her lips. She wasn't buying this act any more than Shelly was. "I'll have to tell you some time about when I tried to seduce one of those horrendous beasts during the Trojan War." 

"You did?" Areth asked, shuddering and giggling with girlish delight at the same time. Areth landed on the succubus's shoulder. 

"Not my favorite day, I'll tell you!" Gloria laughed as she started walking back to the beach. "He didn't have much tact and smelled worse than an ogre's armpit. What's worse, with only the one eye, he had no depth perception. He'd go to grab my breast and either miss, or it felt like he was shoving them into my spine. You don't even want to know about the fiasco when he tried to enter me. It's a good thing succubae are resilient. As it was, I didn't walk straight for a week!" 

Shelly noticed Jessica glaring as Gloria spoke, and wondered again what her deal with the succubae was. It was obvious she detested them, but refused to say why. She hoped it wouldn't become an issue on this mission. They needed to work together to rescue Brooke. 

They entered the cave as Gloria continued to regale Areth with her sordid past. Shelly glanced at her brother, wondering if hearing this from his latest lover would bother him, but he was being a typical male, more interested in the sex than the fact that it was his lover's past. Some of Gloria's stories couldn't be true. She even claimed to have seduced the Pillar of Darkness! Just how old was she? 

They heard the hammers and raucous sounds of the Cyclopes at work after they'd walked a decent length into the cave. A hush fell on them, no one daring to speak. Shelly wondered how the Cyclopes would hear anything over their own cacophony, but her father warned them not to make a peep if they had to enter this way. 

She glanced nervously over at Areth, but the tiny woman had somehow fallen asleep on Gloria's shoulder. Gloria saw her looking and winked while placing a finger over her lips. Shelly laughed silently as they continued walking. 

The next thing she noticed was the heat. The temperature was starting to rise into an uncomfortable level. She soon saw why. An opening in the side of the cavern revealed the tall, ugly, one-eyed monstrosities as they worked. Hammers lifted in thick hairy arms, only to come crashing down on white hot metal. The Cyclopes weren't even using gloves to handle the hot metal, often using their meaty fingers to shape their creations. 

Shelly didn't realize she'd stopped to watch until Jessica tugged her arm to get her moving again. It was almost hypnotic, the way they worked, heating the metal, then pulling it out and either banging on it, or using their hands to shape it, and then shoving it back into the fires to heat it to a searing white color. Most of these items would never leave this cave. Only the Cyclopes would use them, but those that did make it away would sell for a high price. There was a healthy black market for such items on Earth. 

The cave began to cool after that point, until they were almost shivering, though Shelly knew the cave was plenty warm. There was just that much of a difference between where the Cyclopes worked and Marchosias's portion of the cave. 

They knew when they'd entered the demon's domain, as softly glowing white orbs dotted the walls. They'd been warned about this as well. The glowing balls of light were traps, set by the demon to catch the unwary. Touch one, and you were stuck to it until the demon released you, or you cut off the appendage keeping you fixed to the light. 

They came to a large wooden door blocking their progress. 

"I guess we knock," Jessica said. The sudden voice was startling, considering no one had spoken since they passed the Cyclopes. 

Areth sat up and stretched on Gloria's shoulder, looking around in confusion. "How'd we get here?" she half mumbled, still trying to wake up. 

"Most of us walked," Eldon said with a grin. "Though there was one freeloader who insisted on taking a nap and making the rest of us do all the hard work." He winked at Gloria, and she adopted his teasing tones. 

"Next time I'm charging a ferrying fee. No free rides with me, young lady!" 

"I'll bet she's given more than her fair share of free rides," Jessica whispered in Shelly's ear. Shelly found humor in the comment, but didn't think Gloria deserved the rude remark. Thus far, Gloria had been the perfect companion, helping where needed and hardly complaining. The last couldn't be said about Jessica. 

To avoid saying anything in response, Shelly stepped up and knocked on the door. They waited, but nothing happened. Shelly knocked again, harder this time and the door creaked open. 

"Hello?" Shelly called, sticking her head into the room. Her heart thumped in her chest and her hands grew slick with sweat. She didn't see anyone. "Mr. Marchosias, sir? We need your help." 

Silence was her only answer. Where was he? Her dad had acted as though the demon always knew what happened in his area. He should know that they were coming for his aid, so where was he? 

She took a cautious step inside, followed by her companions. The room was stuffy and crowded, despite its large size. 

"Creepy," Jessica muttered, looking around. Shelly felt the woman's hand slip into hers. She didn't want to admit to herself how thankful she was the feel Jessica's firm grip, or the sweat in her hand also. She wasn't the only nervous person here. 

"Ooh, pretty!" Areth cooed, zipping past Shelly. 

"Areth! No!" she shouted, but it was too late. One of the glowing trap balls sat on a table in the middle of the room. Areth shot straight for it before anyone could stop her. 

As soon as the golden fairy's hands came into contact with the light, it flared to a brilliant, blinding white. Shelly had to cover her eyes, or risk being blinded. 

After a couple seconds, the light dimmed and Shelly dropped her hands to look around. Where the light had been, now stood a tall, powerfully built man. His strong jaw and sharp eyes fit within a face that was nothing short of perfection. If his body had been carved from marble, it wouldn't look more chiseled. Where some men could be called handsome, or rugged, this man was gorgeous. The only flaw was Areth's hands stuck to his cheeks. 

Marchosias puffed, blowing out the side of his mouth and the fairy tumbled through the air, righting herself before striking the wall. 

"You never learn, Arethusa," Marchosias laughed. Even his laughter sounded perfect, resonating from deep within his chest. He turned to look at all of them, and a small frown marred his otherwise perfect features. Shelly got the distinct impression that if she ever had cause to see him angry, it would mean her death. "Forgive me for not being there in person, but your father and I have never been on the best of terms. While I have no fear of you, I don't care to anger your father by destroying you." His eyes glanced around the room, taking them all in, until they land on Gloria. "Lilly! Long time no see. I believe it was during the American Civil War. You were playing the part of a southern belle, and I was a Northern Yankee." 

"It has been a while, Mark," Gloria smiled, "but I go by Gloria now." 

"Right," Marchosias nodded, "I might have heard something about that. Well, it's still good to see you. There aren't many out there that are up to your caliber. Anyway, I'm sure you're not here for a reunion, and I would like to return home as soon as possible. What is it I can do for you today?" 

Shelly didn't know if she liked the fact that Gloria and Marchosias had a history together, and from the way Eldon was glaring, he didn't either. It didn't bother her that Gloria had changed her name. She knew that many ancient creatures did that from time to time for various reasons. 

"Brooke was kidnapped and we need a way to enter Varun's demesne to rescue her," Jessica said, stepping forward to face the demon. 

"Ah, the prodigal daughter. Forgive me, but I don't see why you of all people care?" The remark was said off hand, but Jessica stepped back as though slapped, releasing Shelly's hand in the process. 

"Because she was asked to by my father, Demon," Eldon stepped forward to defend Jessica. 

Shelly shook her head at her brother's foolishness. If he understood women better, he'd know that the last thing Jessica wanted was to be defended. Though, glancing at the woman, Shelly was surprised to see a slight smile on her lips as she regarded Eldon. The smile slipped a moment later, and she shoved Shelly's brother to the side. 

"I don't need you defending me," Jessica turned on him. She squared her shoulders and faced Marchosias again. "Whether I care or not is no concern of yours. I was asked to come along, and I'm choosing to do so for my own reasons. Now, can you help us or not?" 

A rumble came from the demon's chest. It took Shelly a moment to realize that Marchosias was chuckling. "You have no secrets from me, little one. I see you for what you are, though you refuse to do so yourself. Yes, I will help you, though it's not out of the goodness of my own heart. Lord Varun has become increasingly difficult to deal with lately. I can't get involved directly, you understand, but if some thieves were to enter my domain while I'm away, steal a few potions, and leave—without touching anything else!—I can't be blamed, now can I?" 

Before anyone could answer, Marchosias shrunk back down into the glowing sphere. 

"So pretty!" Areth squealed as she zipped across the room. 

"Not this time!" Shelly snatched the fairy out of the air by her feet before she could touch the sphere again. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard the orb chuckle. 

"Drat!" Areth cursed as she tried to free her dainty feet. 

"Well, that's all well and good," Jessica groused as she glared at the globe, "but how are we to know which potions we're to steal?" 

"Oh, I know!" Areth piped up. "I was there when Lyden needed it last time. You see, he needed my help because he's colorblind and didn't know which potion was purple... or was it blue? Anyway, he needed my help, so I know which potion to grab." 

Shelly released the fairy and she zipped to one side of the room where a door was visible only because that portion of the wall wasn't cluttered. Eldon opened it for her and everyone followed her inside. 

"It was right back here last time," the fairy chattered as she zipped about what appeared to be some sort of storage closet. Various objects littered the room, from small skeletons—including a tiny hand— to gold coins, to half a cup of mold. Shelly noticed a sword in the ancient Japanese style that look very similar to paintings she'd seen of her father's blade, Murasame, except the blade was dull gray instead of striped with black and chrome. "Hmm, let's see. It's been what... twenty years? Now was it the blue potion, or the purple? I was rather distracted at the time, because Lyden had just done something very perverted to me, and I—" 

"I don't want to hear about that," Eldon snapped as he joined her in the back of the room. When Shelly joined them, she saw three neat rows of glasses filled with various colored liquids, all with stoppers on top. 

"Which color is it?" Jessica asked. Her eyebrows were knit together with concern as she looked at the prospects before her. Shelly remembered what Marchosias had said to Jessica earlier, and wondered again what secrets she held. They each held their own, but Shelly was becoming concerned that there were perhaps too many secrets in this group. 

"Purple! Yes, yes. Definitely... or was it blue?" Areth replied as she tapped on her chin. 

"What happens if we drink the wrong one?" Jessica asked. She looked worried, and Shelly couldn't blame her. She was the only one that would need to drink the potion. Sheldon could transform into a mermaid, having acquired that form years ago, and Shelly could become a sword for him, having no need to breathe. Gloria was a succubus and could become anyone's fantasy. Well, Areth might have to drink it as well, unless they could convince her to stay behind. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 04



"You'll probably die a horrible death," Gloria responded to Jessica's question as though discussing what they were having for lunch. 

Jessica glared at the succubus, but Gloria ignored her. 

"The blue one," Shelly said, remembering something she'd heard years ago. Dad liked to recall some of his stories, though she didn't remember him mentioning doing anything "perverted" with Areth at the time. She suspected he'd edited it for her sake. 

"Are you sure?" Jessica asked. Shelly couldn't remember seeing the woman look so vulnerable. 

"Absolutely," Shelly replied, trying to put on her best smile. At least, she was fairly certain. 

"I'll trust you," Jessica said, as though saying she wouldn't trust anyone else there. 

"Blue it is!" Eldon grabbed the two blue vials and they left the closet. Shelly was all too happy to get out of there. She couldn't help but sigh as they stepped through Marchosias's front door. 

They hiked their way out until they could hear the hammers clanging again. 

"No, not again!" Areth screeched and zipped past Shelly's head. 

Jessica was fast enough to catch her before she got too far away, and hauled her back. Areth fought frantically to get away, but Jessica hummed gently to her, until her struggles ceased and a few moments later, Areth was snoring in the woman's hands. 

"What's wrong with her?" Eldon asked as he looked at the four-inch fairy. 

"She had a traumatic experience with the Cyclopes once before," Gloria said softly. "They didn't take her maidenhead, but were very rough with her otherwise." 

Jessica cradled the fairy against her breast as they started walking again. 

"You shouldn't poke around her thoughts," Jessica sneered. "It's rude." 

Eldon gave her an odd glance, but Gloria just shrugged. "When someone shouts their thoughts like she did, there's no way I could miss them." 

Jessica opened her mouth to say something else, but Shelly placed her hand on the other woman's shoulder. Jessica glanced at her before turning away and walking ahead of them. 

They reached the cave entrance without any further incidents and walked down to the beach. Bridget was there playing tag with a grindylow. 

"You changed," Eldon commented, looking as happy about it as Shelly felt. 

"Yeah," Bridget grinned. "I didn't want to be outnumbered by women like Eldon is, so I changed." Her hair had gone from Brock's brown, to Bridget's red to match her mother's. 

"I wish you wouldn't have," Eldon muttered, though it was too quiet for Bridget to hear. 

Looking around, Shelly realized that her brother was the only male there. Any guy's best dream, if more than half the women weren't related to him. 

"Did you get what you needed?" Bridget asked, hope filling her voice. "Did Marchosias have the potion you need?" 

"We got it," Eldon said, patting his pocket. 

"Got... wha—" Areth muttered as she yawned and woke up. 

"Welcome back," Gloria said with a grin. 

"Back? Did I go somewhere?" Areth looked around, confused and dazed. 

"That's not important," Eldon said as he handed her a vial. "Drink this, so we can go save Aunt Brooke." 

Eldon handed the other vial to Jessica, who immediately downed it. Within seconds, she began gasping, choking on the air. 

Eldon slapped Areth's vial out of her hands before she could drink it. It sailed through the air and shattered on a rock jutting out of the sand on the beach. 

"Hey! What was that for?" Areth yelled. "I'm not into getting slapped around, young man." 

Eldon pointed to where Gloria was trying to help Jessica, but to no avail. Gloria was behind Jessica, trying to give her the Heimlich maneuver, but the other woman started turning blue. 

"Well, duh!" Areth spat with her tiny fists on her hips. "The potion lets you breathe water, but it means you can't breathe air. Get her in the water and she'll be fine." 

Gloria must have seen the thoughts in Areth's head as she was already dragging Jessica to the water. She heaved and Jessica splashed into the water a few feet out from shore. Shelly didn't realize how strong the succubus was until that moment. A few seconds later, Jessica poked her head up and waved to them. She tried to speak, but gagged as water spewed from her throat. She dropped back down until her nose was under the water and gave them a thumbs-up. 

Areth fluttered over to where the vial had shattered and looked down at the broken glass forlornly. "Now I can't go with you," she pouted. 

Shelly wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was secretly relieved the fairy would be staying behind. "Sorry," she told Areth. "Why don't you go back to dad and let him know what's happening. I'm sure he'd love to do perverted things to you." She twinged inwardly at that last statement. She knew her dad had sex, but that didn't mean she liked to think about it. 

"You think?" Areth's mood brightened, switching from sadness to joy as fast as only a fairy could. When Shelly nodded, Areth zoomed off into the rain before another word could be said. 

"Time to get wet!" Bridget called, splashing them with her tail. 

"Do you want me to be a sword or spear?" she asked, turning to her brother. 

"A spear might be too long to maneuver in the water," he said after a brief deliberation. "Maybe go with a long dagger." 

She closed her eyes and felt her body shrink down to match the image of a dagger she'd touched a few years ago that she thought was pretty. It had a long thin blade that gleamed like silver, and a golden hilt with a blue sapphire set in the base of the hilt. 

She felt her brother grasp her hilt a moment before water surrounded her. She allowed herself to see through the sapphire as Eldon swam towards Jessica. 

"Were you just going to leave me on the beach?" Gloria asked, sounding cross as she swam up to them. Shelly could tell that she wasn't really angry by the gleam in her eyes, but she doubted her brother could read the other woman as well. Not that it mattered though. Gloria had chosen to become a mermaid entirely, with not a stitch of clothing. Her grapefruit sized breasts hung full and round in the buoyant water, her nipples hard and pointing right at Eldon. Gloria was beautiful in this form, as she seemed to be in every form. Shelly felt a little jealous of the other woman, but tamped it down. They weren't competing against each other. 

"Sorry," Eldon muttered, looking right at Gloria's chest. Could he be any more obvious? "I'm glad Shelly was thinking enough to help you change forms." 

"I don't need help," Gloria smiled. "I'm old enough to change on my own whenever or however I want." 

Shelly once again wondered how old Gloria was. As far as she knew, only the oldest of the old succubae could do that. 

"Mom's not going to get any freer the longer we wait," Bridget commented. She was naked from the waist up too, but at least Eldon wasn't looking at her. 

They followed her half sister deeper into the water. It grew darker, but Shelly had no problem with being able to see. It also grew colder. 

"It's getting close to nipple level seven down here," Eldon muttered. 

Pervert! Shelly thought. She could speak, but it wasn't worth the effort. Was sex all men thought about? 

"Mom says it didn't use to be this cold, but after dad froze Varun, he's kept it like this to remind himself that he isn't invincible, and to make sure no one else will be able to draw the energy from the water and do it again," Bridget said. Shelly noticed that her sister didn't seem to be suffering from the cold. 

After a little while, Shelly realized that it was growing light again. She noticed an old grizzled grindylow approaching them. Bridget saw it too and swam out to meet it. She swam back a moment later, grinning. 

"Everyone, this is—" she made a noise in her throat that sounded like a cross between a choke and a gurgle. It made Shelly's nonexistent throat hurt just thinking about saying it. "But you can call him Gurgle if you want. He knows where mom is. 

The small green tentacled creature swam over to Sheldon and looked him up and down. 

"It is a great honor to meet you." Its voice was definitely masculine. "Your father was a great hero." 

"Was?" Eldon asked, confused. "Do you know him?" 

"No," the creature looked terribly sad. "My great, great grandfather helped him out when your father came to rescue the Great Brooke last time." 

Shelly looked at the wizened and small creature, and wondered how old his great, great-grandfather could be, until she recalled how short grindylow's life spans were. In the twenty years since her father defeated the Outsider, three generations of grindylows had come and gone. For them to revere her father so much meant that he'd made quite the impression on them. 

"Can you get us safely to Brooke?" Shelly asked, wanting to get this mission over with. The creature swam backwards in alarm. 

"A talking sword?" it screeched. "You must be powerful indeed, if you own one of those!" 

"I'm not—" Shelly said at the same time Eldon protested, "She's not—" They both cut off at the same time. Eldon looked at her, before shaking his head. "She's not really a sword," he continued. "This is my sister." 

"You're related to a sword?" The poor thing asked, confused. "I had heard that the Great Lyden did some strange things, but how did he manage to mate with a sword?" 

Shelly noticed that both Jessica and Gloria were laughing behind their hands. She couldn't blame them. The little creature was funny in its own way, but they had more important things to do. 

"Can we just get this over with?" she called out. 

"Yes," Bridget agreed. "Mom needs us!" 

The grindylow gave Shelly one last look before turning and swimming for Varun's city. It was still cold when they stopped outside the top of a tall tower but she was getting used to it. 

"She's not in a dungeon?" Eldon asked. "Isn't that where dad rescued her last time?" 

"No," the grindylow said. He bowed as he spoke with reverence to Eldon. "She is being guarded in this tower. Lord Varun can see it at any time he is in court." 

Shelly looked down at the courtyard far below. As far up as they were, she could easily make out the imposing figure of a massive seahorse. Lord Varun, Pillar of Water and Lord of the Seas, was in court. 

"How are we going to get her out of here?" Jessica asked. She was looking below as well and didn't look happy. 

"We stick to the plan," Eldon said. He swung Shelly through the air as though she were a normal blade. She knew her brother was trying to act tough and unafraid for the ladies. 

"How do we stay ahead of the Pillar of Water, though?" Gloria asked. 

"We will distract him so you can get away," the grindylow commented. 

"We?" Shelly asked, but the small creature was already swimming away. Small dots formed in the water and swam towards their new friend. A swarm of grindylows formed up and dove for Varun. 

"Let's move!" Shelly shouted and vibrated in her brother's hand. 

They shook off their shock at what had to be a suicide mission and swam for the tower. Three guards swam outside a window set high in the edifice. They braced to meet the coming threat. Gloria had outpaced them all, and she transformed into a massive shark, swallowing one in a single bite. The succubus spat out a sword as the other two guards swam back to back. 

Water rushed by as Shelly was brought to bear against the spear of a topless merman. For a couple moments, she lost track of what was going on as her brother wielded her. Water rushed by her smooth metal surface, jerking to a halt as she met with their opponent's blocks. Sudden warmth blossomed around her, but vanished almost as fast as she was plunged into the merman's chest. 

Eldon wiped the cooling blood from her surface, and she was able to look around again. Two mermen sank through the water, dead. Jessica swam down and gripped one of the dead mermen's swords before rejoining them. 

Eldon swam through the window into a dimly lit room. It was empty. 

"Was this a trap?" Shelly asked. There were no other doors or windows to this room, but it was the one the grindylow pointed them to, and it had been guarded. 

"No," Gloria spoke up while she tried to pick something from her teeth. She must have changed back to a mermaid after the fight. "She's hidden behind an illusion." Eldon's girlfriend was scary. Shelly was thankful that the succubus was on their side. 

"How do you know that?" Eldon asked, though Shelly had already figured it out. 

"Because I can hear her thoughts on how happy she is to see all of us. Her mouth is gagged... and... yes, she's over here." Gloria swam forward and into the opposite wall. Only it wasn't a wall. The succubus disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared with an attractive redheaded mermaid in her arms. 

Eldon used Shelly's sharp edge to cut her bonds as Gloria pulled the gag from her mouth. 

"Mom!" Bridget yelled as she swam forward and hugged her mother. 

"I'm so glad you're safe," Brooke cried, "but you shouldn't have come. Varun won't let me go that easily." 

"It's an honor to meet you," Jessica said, swimming forward. "We have a plan to get you out, but we'd better leave now." 

"That's not going to happen," a deep voice informed them. They turned to see a large merman, bigger than any Shelly had ever seen before, blocking their escape through the window. He had a long white beard and in his hands was a golden trident. 

"That's the guy that took mom," Bridget screamed. That went far to explain how Brooke was taken in the first place. Brooke was known for her prowess with a blade, and Shelly had wondered how Brooke could have been taken against her will. This powerful merman exuded power and strength. He almost made Marchosias look weak. 

"Poseidon," Brooke groaned. "Why are you helping Varun?" 

Poseidon? Shelly thought. The ancient Greek god of the sea is working with the Pillar of Water? That doesn't bode well. 

"It doesn't matter," Poseidon spoke. His massive barrel chest poked out and he pointed his trident at those in the room. "By order of the Pillar of Water, I sentence you all to death. Lyden Snow's pain will be great when he learns that three of his children and one of his wives are dead." 

"That's not going to happen," Gloria swam forward to stand before the merman god. 

"Who do..." Poseidon's eyes narrowed as he looked at the succubus. "Aphro—no, I've heard you changed your name again." 

"I go by Gloria these days, Posy. Now step aside." 

"Do you really think you're still strong enough to fight me?" the god asked. 

Shelly wasn't sure what was going on. She'd already figured out that Gloria was ancient, but who was she really? Poseidon had been about to call her Aphrodite, if she didn't miss her guess, but hadn't Marchosias called her Lilly? 

"I am older than you," Gloria intoned to Poseidon. "There are still more out there that worship what I represent, than they do you. Especially now that Earth knows of our world. Can you feel the weakness of years of neglect soaking into your ancient bones? I can't. Don't test me." The look in Gloria's eyes, or her tone of voice should have been warning enough, but Poseidon was a typical man and oblivious to his danger. 

"Why are you with these mortals?" Poseidon didn't like being challenged. 

None of those 'mortals' spoke, letting the two powerful gods face one another. 

Gloria smiled and glanced at Eldon. "I happen to find one of them to be rather cute and brave." She faced Poseidon once again and Shelly realized that the succubus was gently glowing. "Brooke has earned my respect, though I think she's a little too attractive for her own good. I sense great events occurring around these mortals, and this time I'll be a part of them. I won't sit out what's to come." 

"You always were capricious." Poseidon shook his head, but his trident never wavered. "I don't care to fight you, but I can't let the mermaid go. Varun wants her for his own purposes." 

"I don't remember you being one of his boot-lickers. Or is it his tail you're licking?" Gloria laughed as Poseidon grimaced and his face burned red. Shelly didn't feel it was a good idea to anger the god, but she wasn't in a position to chastise the ancient goddess. 

"Varun is dying," Poseidon said. His voice was deep and sonorous. "He has promised I will replace him when he goes." 

Stunned silence filled the tower room. One of the Pillars was dying? That... That... 

"That's impossible!" Gloria yelled. Her face was ashen and some of her glow had dimmed. "He is one of the Firsts. He can't die!" 

"So was TanaVesta and Fujin." Poseidon's voice had dropped an octave and it vibrated the very water around them. 

"That traitor was killed for her crimes," Gloria replied. Shelly saw that she was shaking, bothered by the revelation. "And Fujin died because of TanaVesta and the Outsider. Who is killing Varun?" 

She didn't know what Gloria meant by Varun being one of the Firsts. She knew of a number of beings that were immortal. They couldn't die naturally, but could be killed if you knew how. 

"The same person who killed TanaVesta. He mortally wounded Varun. It has taken years, but Varun has grown weak thanks to Lyden Snow, the so-called hero of the Chaos War. Have you not noticed the temperature of the water? Varun is no longer strong enough to manage his own realm. I will be the next Pillar." Poseidon didn't wait for a response before charging forward. 

A golden magic girdle formed around Gloria's waist. Shelly was certain that Gloria was about to die, impaled on the sea god's weapon. 

"No!" Eldon shouted, and dove for his lover, leading with Shelly in front. 

"Stay," Gloria turned to face the twins as she calmly spoke that single word. 

Something washed over Shelly. Some power worked its way into her mind, and she had no desire to disobey this woman. How could she? Gloria was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen. She would do anything for her. She knew her brother was under the same spell, but didn't care. All that mattered was doing Gloria's will. 

They watched as Poseidon's trident glanced off the impenetrable girdle, causing their mistress no harm. 

"Come now, Posy," Gloria's voice was softer than silk as it caressed Shelly's senses. "You don't really want to fight me, do you?" 

Poseidon shook, and Shelly noted that his face was turning red. "That won't work on me, Aphrodite! I will become the next Pillar of Water, and I will stop you from taking Brooke from this tower." 

Gloria pouted, and Shelly thought it was the most glorious pout she'd ever seen. "Well, that'll make things more difficult." She turned to face the others in the room. "As soon as you can get by, leave. Get Brooke out of here. I will catch up when I can." 

There wasn't a chance Shelly would disobey her mistress. She would do anything Gloria asked. Anything! 

A long blade the color of pearl formed in Gloria's hands. She met Poseidon's next thrust with it and turned it aside. 

Shelly split her attention between the window and her mistress. Gloria fenced with the sea god, slowly moving him away from the window. As soon as there was a large enough gap, Eldon carried her out into the open water. 

None of them looked back, charging for Marchosias's island and the portal to Earth. They had an order to follow, and none of them could disobey. 

They were soon flanked by a group of Grindylows, but Shelly hardly noticed. Her mistress had commanded that they leave her and save Brooke. That's all that mattered. 

If they were attacked on their way out, the Grindylows must have taken care of it. She could sense her brother's body weakening as he continued to swim, pushing himself for all he was worth. In the end, they had to be towed back to the island by the Grindylows. All of them, with the exception of Shelly, were beyond exhausted from the hard-paced swim. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 04



Shelly wished that she could help in some way, but she couldn't change into a boat, or a motor to move them. Those objects were too complex, with too many moving parts. Instead, she remained on her brother's back as their small allies brought them to the surface. Small hands and tentacles projected them through the air and rain and through the portal to the Bermuda Triangle. 

Before they went through, Shelly heard someone start gagging. 

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Blackness swallowed them whole as they passed through the barrier between worlds. Shelly heard gagging sounds, muffled through the water, but couldn't make out who it was. She couldn't see anything. 

"Oh, no!" Brooke's voice sounded weary but concerned. "You used Marchosias's potion to breathe underwater, right? I don't think it works in this realm. We have to get her to the surface!" 

Shelly tried to look around, but she couldn't tell up from down. They were supposed to be at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle. If that was the case, then they'd never make it to the surface before Jessica drowned. 

"This way," Brock's voice pierced the darkness. When had he/she changed back? 

"We'll never make it," Shelly said as she felt them start moving in the water again. 

Jessica's choking sounds grew weaker. 

Shelly noticed a light above them. Were they getting close to the surface already? It seemed too dim to be sunlight filtered through the water. What time was it here? It was always impossible to know what time it would be when you traversed between worlds. 

No, that wasn't one light, it was two. In fact, it looked like headlights. Shelly cursed herself for forgetting this part of the plan. The stress of the mission must have worn on her, to have forgotten that simple detail. The Orange Bubble was waiting for them. It must have sensed their distress and come down to meet them. 

Jessica was no longer choking when the old Volkswagen Beatle turned on its side and opened the door closest to them. Air remained trapped inside the large interior of the car. Somehow, none of the furniture inside moved. In fact, as Sheldon carried Shelly through the opening, gravity changed and she felt herself pressed against her brother's back. 

She wasted no time in changing back to her normal form and hauled Eldon inside. She hadn't had to swim the distance away from Brooke's tower and was fully rested. She pulled Jessica out of Brock's grip and rolled her onto her back. She felt for a pulse but didn't find it. 

She wasn't breathing. Eldon groaned as he crawled further into the car and Shelly started chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth. 

Brooke joined her a moment later, taking over the chest compressions. After a few more tense moments, Jessica coughed up half a lake's worth of water. Shelly rolled her onto her side and looked around to take stock. 

Eldon was sprawled out on the floor. He still had his shirt on, but nothing below the waist. At least he's on his stomach so no one else has to see his deformity, she thought. 

Her brother was the only one wearing any clothing. Brooke had changed her tail into two slim pale legs, and her son's head bobbed through the still open door. It looked odd to see the wall of water covering the door sideways. 

Gloria, or Aphrodite, or whatever her name really was had saved them, and they'd abandoned her. It didn't matter that they really didn't have a choice in the matter. Part of her mind still felt the last vestiges of Gloria's power. She shuddered to think how strong the woman must be, to so completely compel them to her will. No wonder the Greek Aphrodite had been revered as such a powerful love goddess. 

Jessica groaned as she tried to prop herself up. 

"You should rest," Shelly said, trying to push her back down. She was too weak to fight and let Shelly press her back. 

"What time is it here?" Jessica's voice was barely above a whisper. 

"Late," Brooke said. "Sometime at night. We should all get some rest. Brock, son, come in and rest in the fountain over there." 

Jessica sat upright, fear pulsing behind her eyes as Brock crawled his way into the car and the door closed. "Late? How late?" she demanded, strength returning to her voice. "Is it past midnight, or before? We can't be here when it changes." 

"I don't know," Shelly tried to calm her. "Let me go find out. What happens at midnight?" 

"I—you don't want to know," Jessica shuddered. 

Shelly moved to the front of the car and pulled out one of the cell phones. She turned it on and waited for it to power on. 

"Nine fifty-eight," Shelly called back. "Looks like it's before midnight." 

Jessica relaxed a little. "We have a couple hours, then. How close is the next portal?" 

"I think there's one in Florida. With the Orange Bubble, it shouldn't take more than an hour to get there," Eldon sat up. He looked down at his nude body and limped into the back of the car where clothes were kept. 

Shelly realized she ought to get dressed as well and walked back. 

"Did your phone update to this time zone?" Brooke asked. "It should be a couple hours behind Atlantic time." 

Shelly looked at the phone again and frowned. She noticed movement at the door to the Orange Bubble, but ignored it for now. "Probably not. I don't have any service down here. I guess it's really..." She trailed off as the clock ticked to ten o'clock, meaning it was now midnight here. 

The mood in the car changed. Shelly found her mind start to cloud as the temperature rose. Or was that just her body temperature rising? She felt flushed as heat suffused her, further clouding her mind. 

Something trickled down her leg. She felt so... saucy. She couldn't think of a better term for it. She took a step forward and tried to brace herself against the bed as her head spun and she lost her balance. Her bare skin tingled. She hadn't been able to start getting dressed yet. 

Someone groaned nearby. Shelly looked up to see a naked man on the other side of the bed. His cock was standing fully upright, though it was twisted and misshapen. Why did he look so familiar? Why couldn't she think? Why couldn't she look away from his manhood? 

The sight of that cock sent a thrill down to her core. Her nipples hardened as she continued to stare, unable to look away. The man groaned again, and she tore her eyes away long enough to see that the man was looking at her. There was undisguised hunger in that gaze. Hunger for her. Fear and desire rushed through her in equal parts. This man wanted her in the most primal of ways. As her pussy continued to leak, all she could think about was getting this man's huge cock into her. 

She heard someone giggle. Despite the veritable stream that felt as though it was running from her sex, she felt something wasn't right. If only she could think clearly enough to figure out what it was. The giggle sounded again, and she looked over. A very attractive redhead was looking at some fishboy lying in a fountain. She had a smile on her face, and he... he had a massive hard on in his hands as he looked back at her. 

"What's happening?" another woman asked, holding her head. She seemed to be just as groggy as Shelly felt, but was fighting it off better. "Something's not... not... My body is on fire. I haven't felt this horny since... Why can't I think?" 

Another woman cackled. Despite the flush of desire running rampant through her body, that laughter sent chills through Shelly. 

"Relax succubus. Let it happen." When had the succubus shown up? Shelly couldn't identify the woman that spoke. Her long silver hair flowed down a slender back, ending above a set of perfectly round buns. She jutted her chest out, proudly displaying larger breasts that defied gravity in their firmness. "You can't fight what you are. You can't fight what your body wants." She walked over to the other woman and cupped the succubus's face in her hand. 

"Oh, damn. What's happening to me? I—I need..." 

"Shh," the unknown woman cooed. She was slightly shorter than the succubus and had to get up on her toes to bring their lips together. 

All fight left the taller woman as she flung her arms around the stranger and kissed her back with passion. 

Shelly stepped forward, wanting to join in the fun, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. That touch sent lightning into her stomach. Desire. Fear. Want. Need. A hollow pit formed between her legs that demanded her attention. It demanded to be played with and filled. 

She turned to face the man with the amazing cock. That cock would fill the emptiness. It would fill the hollowness between her legs, even if she doubted it would fit in her tiny hole. It would sate all the emotions ravaging her psyche. But something was wrong. It was right there. She knew she wanted it, but she hesitated. 

Do it, the thought intruded into her mind. The only thought that came through clearly. Perhaps it just needed some preparation. 

She dropped to her knees. Her hand moved of its own volition as it gripped the man at his base. She pulled on him and he stepped forward. Her hand guided him to her mouth. She had to stretch her lips wide to get past the head. Pain in her lips told her to stop, but her hand forced him on. She wanted—no, needed—this. 

With an almost audible pop, his head entered her mouth accompanied by a guttural moan from the man. A thrill went through her as she realized he was enjoying her mouth. She was enjoying his rod stretching her lips, and the taste of his precum as it leaked out onto her tongue. 

He tried to move his hips back, but her free hand shot out and gripped his hard muscled ass. She used both hands to pull him forward. She had to breathe through her nose, but she managed to get another couple inches into her mouth. By the Pillars! This man is a monster! 

She used her tongue to swirl around the head, eliciting more sounds of desire and pleasure from him. Carefully, she brought her teeth down, grazing the skin as she pulled back. She felt his hands on the back of her head, urging himself back in. She would have smiled if she could, but her lips couldn't form the proper shape with such a delicious piece of meat in her mouth. Her jaw ached, but it was a good ache. 

To reward him for his desire, she sucked hard while pressing and rubbing her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock. 

He erupted with a loud groan. Her mouth filled with his seed. It was slimy and salty, but there was no place for it to go but down her throat. She swallowed load after load, and still he kept cumming. Just when she thought she was going to drown, he finally stopped. 

Her jaw was sore as she pulled her face off him, but it was a mark of how well she'd done. There was an errant drop of semen poking out of the prick's single eye. She used the tip of her tongue to clean it up, resulting in a grunt from the man. 

Why had she thought there was something wrong about this? Everything felt right. Well, almost everything. She still felt that hollow ache in her nether region. The man hadn't grown soft. He would make the perfect key to her dripping lock. 

There was no hesitation left in her as she stood up and shoved him back. The backs of his legs struck the bed and he fell. He didn't complain as she climbed on the bed with her back to him and straddled his stomach. 

A moan reminded her that she wasn't the only person in the car. The redhead was in the fountain getting plowed from behind by Fishboy while they lay on their sides, his thick cock making squelching noises as he churned the woman's cream into a frothy mess. The other two women were locked into a sixty-nine position, hungrily lapping at the other's pussy. 

She looked back at the couple in the fountain, at the look of complete abandon and contentment on the woman's face as the Fishboy filled her up. She wanted that feeling, and knew how to get it. 

Reaching between her spread legs, she grabbed the massive twisted phallus and aimed it for her cunt. She slid her body down until the head came into contact with her nether lips. She gasped at the sudden and intense orgasm that rippled from that contact. She'd never cum from so little stimulation before, but it only made her want more. The orgasm lubed her up, preparing her body for the pleasures to come. 

She used her grip to rub him against her slit, lubing him up and delaying the end of her orgasm. When she felt it start to ebb, she used her powerful legs to move forward, impaling herself on the monster cock. 

A wail of exquisite agony escaped her parted lips as he stretched her to the point of breaking. She'd never felt anything so large down there. Looking down at her poor sex, she gaped as she realized that she'd only taken a couple inches inside. 

His hands landed on her waist and tried to force more inside. What happens when you fill a balloon with too much air? That's how she felt as another inch slipped between her soaked labia. But instead of pain, she had another orgasm. This one washed through her body, making her toes curl and her nipples harden even more. Why had she chosen to face this direction? If she turned around, maybe the man would play with them? But then she couldn't watch the others in the room. 

She chose to lean back, grab the man's hands and move them up to her underappreciated tits. He began to roll her nipples between his fingers as he thrust upwards with his cock. Her stomach felt distended as he somehow crammed more and more of his twisted rod inside her, but she didn't care. She no longer felt empty or hollow inside. She felt deliciously, wickedly, sensuously full. 

She turned her attention back to the others. The silver haired woman was looking right at her, her gray eyes flashing as she cried out in orgasmic bliss. She smiled, showing slightly larger than normal canines. Shelly thought she should be afraid of those teeth, but also wondered what it would feel like to have them nibbling on her clit. 

That thought sent her over the edge again—she'd never cum so fast or as often in her life—and she clamped down on the steel rod splitting her in two. The man grunted and she felt a new fire fill her up, spreading from somewhere behind her navel and filling her with a wonderful warmth. She didn't want to get pregnant, and so wasn't worried about that coming to pass. 

Fishboy started grunting in rhythm to his thrusts, and the redhead let out another wail of passion as he unloaded into her. 

I wonder what their combined juices tastes like? she wondered. She pulled herself off the man below her, wanting to find the answer to that question. For a moment she felt free air up inside her, before her stretched muscles could close again. She walked—or it felt more like waddling—over to the other couple in the fountain and dropped her face to where the two were still connected as they lie on their sides. 

She poked her tongue out, tasting the cream that leaked around Fishboy's prick. Salty, but mixed with sweet. She wanted more. She pulled the cock out of the other woman and took a couple moments cleaning him off with her mouth, making sure to get every bit. She was disappointed when she couldn't find any more, but then remembered where she could get some. 

Ignoring the water that splashed around her, she dove into the redhead's crotch, sucking the churned cream from the woman's hole. She felt the woman's hand on the back of her head, trying to pull her in. She sucked, and nibbled for all she was worth, wanting to taste every bit of them. 

Someone started nibbling on her as she was bent over. She turned to see the silver haired woman's head between her thighs. She was finally finding out what that woman could do with her mouth. The succubus was straddling the man that Shelly had been with moments before. 

The redhead's guiding hand reminded Shelly of her treat, and she returned to it with gusto. While the silver-haired woman's mouth felt great, she started feeling empty inside again. It didn't last long, though. Just as she was brought to a delightful orgasm, the mouth moved away, and the long cock of Fishboy replaced it. It wasn't as thick or filling as the twisted cock she'd first had, but it sated her snatch's hunger for the moment. 

Fishboy thrust into her as he moved her body more into the fountain. When his hips struck her rear, her face was thrust into the redhead's pussy, making them both moan and groan in delight. 

She was beginning to feel another powerful orgasm coming on when the silver haired woman started speaking again. Only the voice had changed and a quick glance showed her silver tresses turning black. 

"No. Not again! I'm so sorry." 

Shelly didn't care what the woman could be sorry for. She felt wonderful as her orgasm crashed against her. She couldn't think of anything she'd rather be doing at that moment as Fishboy filled her with his cream. 

"I'll fix this. Somehow I'll... I'll—sleep. Everyone sleep!" 

Despite the satisfaction her body was receiving, she felt an undeniable weariness overcome her. She tried to fight it, to keep sucking and thrusting back against that glorious cock firing off deep inside her, but it was too strong. 

As her eyes closed, Shelly's face fell into the water of the fountain and oblivion took her. 

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The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 05



You would think that escaping from Varun's demesne relatively unscathed would be a cause for celebration, and let the twins take a moment to breathe. Unfortunately, fate has other plans for them. 

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Assassins 

Eldon's body ached as consciousness forced itself on him. His head felt as though an ogre was using it to play a game of table tennis. He was losing. A groan escaped him as his eyes opened. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this hung-over, but he couldn't remember drinking last night either. 

"Five more minutes," Gloria muttered next to him. 

Eldon looked around, trying to get his bearings. They were in the Orange Bubble, the curtains drawn tight but letting in some light. Gloria lay next to him in bed, stark naked. So was he. He couldn't remember sleeping with her last night... For that matter, he couldn't remember much of anything after going through the undersea portal into Earth. 

"My head hurts," Shelly groaned. Her head popped up from the floor at the foot of the bed. Eldon looked away from his sister as he realized she was also naked. The twins had seen each other naked plenty of times before, but for some reason, Eldon's cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

Jessica popped up next, right beside Shelly, looking as embarrassed as Eldon felt. "What happened last night?" 

"Ugh," Gloria moaned and covered her head with a pillow. "Even succubae need their beauty sleep." 

"When did you make it back?" Brooke asked, poking her head out of the fountain. "I thought you stayed behind to fight Poseidon. Do you kids have any coffee in here? I feel like I've been hit by a truck." 

"I could use some coffee as well," Bridgette said behind her mother and rubbed her eyes. Neither of them seemed to be bothered by the fact that they were topless. The inappropriate thought that there were thousands of people out there that would love to see the supermodel naked, and here he was wishing he could just duck his head under the covers and wish the day away. 

"Poseidon was a pushover," Gloria stated with a grunt. She tossed the pillow aside and sat up. Despite her comment about needing beauty sleep, Eldon thought she looked delightful. She smiled at him and patted his cheek. "Thank you, sweety. Every girl likes to hear that first thing in the morning." 

He felt his cheeks burn hotter, having forgotten that as a succubus, she could read his mind. Hopefully she wouldn't read too deep and know what her fantastic body was making him think. 

"That's nice too," she told him with a wink and a smile, making his cheeks darken and his manhood harden. 

"I want to know why we're all naked. I should have gotten dressed before going to sleep," Shelly muttered. She groaned as she wrapped a blanket around her and walked to one of the armoires by the bed. "And why am I so sore?" 

"Swimming can take a lot out of you," Jessica offered. She must have forgotten that Shelly did very little swimming yesterday. Eldon's head hurt too much to point that out. All of him hurt to much. 

He moved to the armoire that housed his clothing and dressed while trying to maintain some small shred of decency. The inside of the car was spacious, but there were a lot of people in here, and he was the only male. Part of him wished Bridgette would change. There was too much estrogen floating around. 

Brooke stepped out of the fountain and Eldon noticed an odd look cross her face. "I'm pretty sore everywhere too." She gave Bridgette a glance, and then shook her head. "I really need that coffee." 

"So..." Shelly said as she pulled her pants on, finishing getting dressed. She was looking at Gloria in a way that made Eldon nervous. "Aphrodite, huh?" 

"That was a long time ago," she said evenly. "I'm a different person now." 

"And Lilly?" Shelly pressed. 

"Leave her alone," Eldon snapped, feeling his anger rise as his sister attacked his girlfriend. "She saved us yesterday, and you're treating her like she's the bad guy." He'd made the mistake of not coming to her defense once before. He wouldn't do that again. 

Shelly gave him a sad look that he recognized. It was the same look she gave him when she thought he was being foolish. Well, he wasn't being stupid. She was. Every time he started liking a girl, she interfered. She'd done it with Jessica, and now she was doing it with Gloria. 

Gloria's hand on his shoulder stopped his mental tirade. 

"Thank you, Eldon, but I'm a big girl." There was only a slight tone of rebuke in her voice, but it hit him hard. She gave his cheek a soft kiss which mollified him a little. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I think your sister should ask what's really on her mind." 

Shelly glared, and Eldon heard Jessica mutter, "Rude to read minds," as though she had any room to speak. 

"What was all that talk about the Firsts?" Shelly asked. 

"I haven't heard of them either," Brooke piped up, though she seemed in a better mood than Shelly. 

"I'm not surprised," Gloria said. "They try to keep that a secret. Very few know of them." 

"They?" Jessica asked, arching one eyebrow. "So you're not one of them?" 

Gloria looked at her lap and shook her head. "The Firsts were the first beings created, along with the creation of the universe. Or maybe they're part of the universe itself. They were here before time began. Chronos, the true inventor of time, gathered the Firsts together and created the Earth. They also forced out the Outsiders who thrived on chaos. They brought order to existence." 

"Outsiders? You mean the things our dad fought during the Chaos War?" Eldon asked. 

"Yes. They're always trying to find their way back. They're jealous of the order that was created, and want to destroy it." Gloria looked at him as though she was afraid what he might think of all of this. 

"What does it mean to be a First, other than being old?" Jessica asked. 

"Being old isn't so bad," Gloria responded. "It means that they're unkillable. I don't mean they're immortal in the normal sense. Vampires are immortal, but can be killed a number of ways. The Firsts can't be killed." 

"But Poseidon said that TanaVesta was a First, and Dad killed her. He also said that Varun was dying from what Dad did to him," Shelly stated. 

"Yes, and that worries me." Gloria sounded afraid. She hadn't sounded like that when she faced Poseidon yesterday, but she did now. "During the Chaos War, the Outsider tried to kill the Pillars of this world to make it unstable. If enough of the Firsts fall, reality would crumble and everyone would die." 

"How many Firsts are there?" Eldon asked. He sat next to Gloria and gave her a smile. He wasn't sure why she was so nervous. It's not like it mattered to him how old she was. As a person who could change his appearance at will, he knew the value of who a person was rather than what they looked like. And it's not like she's one of them. 

She smiled back at him and rested her head on his shoulder. "No one knows how many there are. There aren't many, though. All of the original Pillars and Chronos are all I know for sure." 

"If they're so secretive, how do you know about them?" Jessica demanded. "And if they're supposedly unkillable, why keep their existence a secret?" 

Gloria's eyes narrowed as she lifted her head from Eldon's shoulder. He glared at the girl he once cared for, not liking her attitude, but he remembered Gloria's admonition that she could care for herself and kept his mouth shut. 

"For the same reason I can't read your mind," Gloria said. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were lightning. "Everyone wants to have their own secrets. When you're that old and hold that much power, you don't want everyone to know. If people know you're unkillable, some of them will take that as a challenge and try to kill you. Doesn't make for a peaceful existence." 

"But they can be killed," Bridgette said from the fountain. Eldon had all but forgotten she was there. "Dad could do it. But, wait... I thought all of the Pillars' strength and power came from their mantles. If they're as strong as you say, then why did they need the mantles to create the Shadow World?" 

Gloria was silent for a moment. Eldon knew she was trying to figure out how to answer that question. "Lysa," she said after a few moments. "Look at your sister. She's had the Mantle of Air for over twenty years, but she still can't control it perfectly. Whenever she's around, the wind blows, no matter how hard she tries to control it. Yes, the Firsts are incredibly powerful. Creating the Shadow World required both power and precision. When they made our reality, all they needed was power. When they made the Shadow World, they were splitting off a portion of reality for us to survive in. It required precision to keep from destroying Earth in the process. They hammered out the universe, but needed a scalpel to create a separate reality within their universe. For one of the Firsts, the mantle changes a nuke into an extremely sharp scalpel. It also absorbs some of their strength so that they don't stand out as much, and can blend in. That excess power is what Lysa and Angela now wield as the Pillars of Air and Fire." 

"Will that power run out?" Shelly asked, alarmed. "What happens when their mantles run dry? Will the Shadow World collapse?" 

Gloria shook her head again. "Not very likely. At least, not for a few hundred years. And even then, four of the six Pillars should be able to support the Shadow World. The reason it was dangerous before, was because an Outsider was there, actively trying to tear apart that world. Of course, the way the worlds are working together now means that maybe there won't be a need to have two different worlds within a century or two." 

"The Daughters of Respite and the Paladonic Knights are still out there, preaching their hate," Brooke spoke up. "They may be weakened now, but I know firsthand how much they want us destroyed." 

"There will always be those out there that hate," Gloria soothed her. "Both sides have proven that time and—" 

"You still haven't said how you know so much," Jessica interrupted. 

Gloria stared at her for a long moment before a grin split her lips. "And you haven't told them everything about you, either. What did Marchosias call you? The prodigal daughter? We all have some secrets. As Aphrodite, I could make you spill them all. I could make you love me and become my willing and devoted disciple, but I won't." Jessica's face went white at the threat. "I won't force someone to do something against their will." 

"You're right," Shelly moved to Jessica's side and took her hand. Eldon hadn't realized how close the two had become until this moment. For a second he grew jealous. Had his sister drove a wedge between them because she wanted Jessica? He'd never thought of his sister as devious, but now he wondered. 

"No," Gloria muttered next to him, quiet enough so only he could hear. "Your sister truly cares about you and wants you to be happy." 

He felt guilty for a moment, both for suspecting his sister of something, and for being relieved that his girlfriend could read Shelly's mind enough to soothe him. 

Gloria's arm slipped around his waist and hugged him. 

"For better or worse, we're all tied up in this now," Gloria said. "We're on the same team. We need to be able to trust each other, but forcing someone to reveal their secrets won't allow that to happen." 

For a moment, it looked to Eldon like Jessica was going to argue. She opened her mouth, ready to say something, closed it, opened it again, then nodded. "Fine, but don't expect me to trust you completely." 

Gloria smiled, but didn't take the bait. 

"Where are we?" Bridgette asked. She was confined to the fountain and couldn't look out the window. 

"We're back on land," Aunt Brooke stated as she pulled a curtain aside. "Not sure where though. Wish I could remember what happened after we got in here last night. We're still moving, so the Orange Bubble must know where we need to be." 

"How can a car know where we need to be?" Jessica asked. 

Eldon was used to the car and its mysterious ways. It held a portion of the Pillar of Fire's soul, from before she was the Pillar. It could act on its own and often did. Gloria didn't seem surprised by the statement, though, so Eldon figured she could sense the portion of soul in the car, or the Pillar of Fire had told her about it already. 

"It's more than just a portion," Gloria said to him while his sister started explaining to Jessica. "After over twenty years, it's gained its own identity. I think Angela and the car are still linked, but not as much as they once were." 

Eldon nodded, accepting what she was saying. He lived in a world where magic and mystery were commonplace. Why not a car that was a living entity all on its own? 

Eldon's phone gave a short ring, and he heard Shelly's buzz a second later. He moved to the nightstand where his phone rested and picked it up. He had a text message from an unknown number. His forehead crinkled as he read it. 

"Does yours say the same thing?" Shelly asked him. 

"What does it say?" Brooke asked and looked over Shelly's shoulder. 

Eldon hit the link in his message, and waited for the video to start streaming. 

"...Ambassador Snow will be addressing the United Nations on that in Washington," a female news reporter stated in the live feed. "As attacks from magical creatures increase, fears have risen about whether the Shadow World is truly as peaceful as the Pillars would have us believe." The woman stood outside of a large white building, and Eldon couldn't deny he thought she looked beautiful with her long strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. 

"I could look like her for you if you want," Gloria whispered in his ear. 

Eldon immediately felt shame for his thoughts. 

"Don't feel bad," Gloria told him with a peck to his cheek. "Looks aren't the most important thing to most of us succubae. Besides, I understand you're a man and your eyes will wonder. I know what you feel for me." 

"And as Aphrodite?" He couldn't help but ask. "She was quite the jealous woman from what I remember being taught." 

"I'm not her, anymore," Gloria said with a hurt tone. 

"You're right," he told her, forcing himself to meet her eyes. "You're Gloria. One helluva kisser, and my perfect girlfriend." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and turned his attention back to his phone and the news report. 

"Many are suggesting that the United Nations should set up border patrols like we do along our borders here in the US," an older gentleman back in the studio said. "Have you heard anything on that where you are, Shlee?" 

The camera returned to the attractive woman, who held her earpiece in while listening to the guy in the studio. "You're right Mark. I spoke with some protesters earlier today about that. They agreed with the D.O.R. and P.K. groups, saying that we need to impose greater sanctions against the creatures from the other world." 

Eldon knew who the D.O.R. and P.K. groups were; the Daughters of Respite and the Paladonic Knights. 

The attractive reporter was still talking. "Here is a clip from an interview with one of the protesters earlier today." 

The scene changed, and now the woman was talking with a man in his mid-forties. He had short cropped gray hair and looked to be in good physical shape, despite wearing shabby clothing. 

Gloria tensed next to him and he glanced her way. 

"That's Michael Mulhan," she told them. "He's the Paladonic Knights' head of propaganda. If he's in front of the camera, you know the damned P.K.'s are behind the unrest." 

"Magic is an unholy thing," Michael was telling the reporter. "The Bible speaks about how it is evil to use powers from the devil. Anything from that world is unnatural and should be destroyed, not treated as though they have some sort of rights in our world. This world belongs to the humans, not the monsters." 

"What about those that say that God is the Pillar of Light and resides in the Shadow World?" Shlee asked. 

The man sneered as he answered. "A trick of the Devil. God is not some magical being existing in that realm of sin. They call it the Shadow World for a reason, and it's not because it's always dark there. It is the world from which all mankind's nightmares reside." Michael laughed at his own joke, but Shlee didn't. 

The screen flashed back to the present with Shlee standing in front of the government building. 

"As you can see, the protesters are firm in their beliefs. They stated that they don't believe that Ambassador Snow should be here, talking to the United Nations, much less our own president." 

"Thank you, Shlee Olsen," the male reporter back in the studio stated as the camera cut back to him. "Keep an eye on that crowd and keep us informed, but stay safe." 

The camera angle changed, showing the group a familiar face, while keeping the male reporter in the frame. "In our studio we have a representative from Ambassador Snow's camp, to give us the other side of the story. Becky Snow, one of Ambassador Lyden Snow's wives, is here with us." He turned to face one of the twins' stepmoms to address her. "Mrs. Snow, what can you tell us about the meeting your husband is going into, today?" 

Becky had aged well over the last twenty-two years. Her brown hair didn't show a hint of gray, though she was also in her mid-forties. There were fine lines around her mouth and eyes, but she looked like she was in her early thirties. Eldon had once heard his sister mention that Gaia kept her looking young. Eldon didn't know if it was true, but she looked good for her age. 

"I can't comment on everything, Mark," Becky stated with a genuine smile. She wasn't the most attractive of his dad's wives, but had an inner beauty that made her glow anyway. "What I can say, is that my husband is meeting with the world leaders about the increased attacks in both worlds. While a few humans have been attacked in the Shadow World, there have been many more magical creatures attacked in this one. Lyden wants to find a peaceful solution for all of us to coexist." 

"You heard the interview with the protesters," Mark replied as though he were reading from a script, instead of listening to Becky. "What would you say to them?" 

Becky's grin grew hungry as she looked at the host. "That human history is full of people making claims that others shouldn't exist, simply because they were different. Hitler did it during World War II, trying to build up his Aryan race, while decimating the Jews. The Ku Klux Klan has tried for decades to subjugate others, for no other reason than their skin color. All of them have one thing in common: they're racists. No good has ever come from one group of people trying to put themselves above another. In fact, a lot of good has come from when humanity works together." 

"But there is the key word: humanity," Mark offered an apologetic smile that Eldon could see was false. "Creatures from your world aren't human. They're something else, and most of them are dangerous to us." 

Becky gave her head a sad shake. "Mark, you're making the same mistake many of them do. This is my world. I was born here in the United States. I'm one-hundred percent human. Many of them were also born in this world, but left when humanity became too violent for them to coexist with us millennia ago. And you're wrong again, when you say most of them are dangerous to us. Most of them are peaceful. Yes, some are dangerous, but then again, the same can be said about humans. Most humans are peaceful, but some of us are dangerous. Judging all because of a few makes us no better than the racists I mentioned earlier." 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 05



"Yes, but doesn't humanity have a right to protect itself against those that mean us harm?" Mark pressed. It was obvious to Eldon that the man had his own agenda to push. 

By the look in Becky's brown eyes, she saw it too. "Every living creature, whether human or magical, has the right to defend itself. They don't, however, have the right to attack someone, or something, because they're different." 

"Well, I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today," Mark almost cut Becky off. "I want to thank you for coming on today and giving us your controversial view." 

"Thank you for having me." The creases at the corners of Becky's lips deepened as she forced a smile. It was a look Eldon and his sister knew all too well from when she taught them. Growing up, Becky had been their main teacher, instead of attending any sort of official school. She had a huge heart, but had little tolerance for idiots. She never had any kids of her own, and treated all of Lyden's children as though they were hers. 

Just before the camera pulled off of her, he saw her pull out a phone. A moment later, Shelly and he received a text. It read, "Hurry and get here. Your father is in trouble." It was from the same number as earlier. It had to be Becky's phone, though it wasn't from the number they had stored for her. 

Eldon had to catch his balance as the Orange Bubble picked up speed. He didn't know how far away they were, but doubted it would take long for them to arrive with Lyden Snow in danger. Eldon often wondered if the Orange Bubble loved him as much as Angela did. 

"What do you think is going on? What have I missed while I was captured?" Brooke asked. Bridgette and her were looking at Shelly's phone along with Jessica. Eldon Wondered if he stunk, with all of the other woman looking at Shelly's phone. 

"You smell good to me," Gloria nuzzled against his neck. "In fact, you smell like sex..." She trailed off, then shook her head. "Nevermind. We can fool around later. Let's go save your father." 

Eldon wondered at her odd statement, but brushed it aside. If Dad was in trouble, they needed to hurry. Once, Lyden Snow had been a man with powers and abilities all his own. After dying at the end of the Chaos War, he was brought back, but lost all of his powers. For all intents and purposes, he was human and therefore vulnerable. 

Shelly talked to Brooke as they rode. None of them really knew what was going on, and despite repeated texts to Becky, she didn't respond. 

They must not have been far from Washington D.C., because it only took about fifteen minutes before the car stopped. They looked at one another, not sure what to expect when they stepped out. 

Eldon went first, with his sister on his heels. The first thing he noticed was the noise. Two large groups of protesters were facing off against each other, shouting their own ideologies. The group on the left carried signs saying such things as, "Magic is evil," and, "Go home, devils," and, "Suck my blood and you'll suck the end of my shotgun." 

On the right were opposing protesters with signs that read, "End the hate," and, "Peace before pride," and, "The worlds are big enough to share." 

Eldon noticed Shlee Olsen standing between them, taping another segment. She noticed them stepping out of the Orange Bubble and signaled her cameraman to quit filming. They must have looked like a bunch of clowns getting out of the small orange Volkswagen Beatle. Gloria, Brooke, and Jessica came after Shelly. Bridgette had to remain in the fountain, unable to leave. 

"I'm glad you came," Shlee grinned at Eldon as she walked up to the group. 

Eldon looked around, figuring she must mean someone else, but the other women were giving him odd looks. When he turned back to face the reporter, her hand was out, waiting to be shaken. 

Eldon took it, noting her powerful grip. 

"I wasn't sure if you were in this world and would get my message, but I had to try. Did you pick up Becky along the way?" She spoke fast, though keeping her voice from carrying too far. Eldon had to focus his hearing to hear her over the protesters. 

"We thought Becky sent that message," Shelly said, recovering from the shock of this woman first. "What's going on?" 

Shlee looked over her shoulders at the protesters, and Eldon noticed that Michael was still among them, glaring at the group. He didn't know if the Paladonic Knight knew who they were, but wouldn't doubt it. He should have thought to put on a disguise, but it was too late now. 

"It's not safe out here. Follow me." She turned back to her camera man again, who was giving her an odd look. "Frank, I'm going to interview these people, but not on camera. These are Lyden's kids, and—" 

"I know her," Frank pointed to Brooke with a wide grin. "Well, I mean everyone knows who Brooke Snow is: supermodel extraordinaire and one of Lyden's wives. Man, that guy is so lucky having so many beautiful women." His eyes were large and star struck as he gazed at Brooke. "Listen, I want you to know that I agree with the peaceful group. If the Shadow World holds creatures as beautiful as you, then they can't all be bad." 

"Frank!" Shlee snapped. "Where's your professionalism?" 

"It's okay," Brooke said with a small smile and shook his hand. "I'm glad to know there are people like you in this world. But you should know that even beauty can hide evil." 

"Yes, Ma'am." Frank was almost drooling on himself. Eldon was half certain that if Brooke said the moon was square and made out of silicon, he would agree with her. 

"Frank?" Shlee asked, indicating the man should move out of their way. "Frank?" she had to repeat herself before the man blinked and looked away from Brooke. 

"Oh, right!" he spluttered and looked around. "I'll, uh, get some shots of the protestors and, uh, whatnot for use later as stock footage. It was really an honor to meet you, Mrs. Snow. An honor!" 

Shlee pushed him out of the way, and they followed her towards the government building. "Sorry about that. Frank is a nice guy, but he tends to be a bit of a pervert." 

"A bit?" Gloria chuckled. 

Eldon remembered that she could read the minds of those around them, and he was tired of being left in the dark. 

"What's going on?" he asked his girlfriend, mentally requesting her to look into Shlee's mind. They fell back a bit, letting the other women in front of them. 

"Not sure," Gloria said. Eldon looked at her, confused, and saw that she looked concerned. "I can't get a read on her. There are too many minds around here that I can't read. I don't like when I get blocked like this." 

"Like Jessica?" he asked. The woman turned and frowned at him. Too late he remembered she could read minds too. Why was it that the women could read minds, but he was always left wondering? It wouldn't surprise him to learn that Shelly could as well. There were too many times she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. It would be just like her to hide something like that from him. He sometimes wondered if all women could read minds, and some of them kept it a secret as a conspiracy against men. 

"Would you relax?" Gloria chided him. "There's no conspiracy. No, your sister can't read minds. You wear your thoughts on your pretty face, and that's why she can read you. She cares about you, and knows you pretty well. Not every mind can be read. Some are magically blocked, and some are able to keep their thoughts to themselves." 

"Magically blocked? Like the D.O.R.?" he asked, growing worried. The D.O.R. were immune to almost all magic. They were women who were supernaturally gifted, but the gift was somehow blocked in them, and they were raised to believe they were normal humans. From a young age, they were taught to hate anything from the Shadow World, and worse, taught to kill it. Only their highest ranking members knew the truth about what they were. 

Was Jessica a D.O.R. agent? He tried to think back, and couldn't remember her performing any magic, besides reading minds. She was a gifted fighter, and knew how to kill ogres. 

"If you don't stop that, you're going to give yourself a heart attack." Gloria flicked his ear with one finger, making it sting a little. "She has magic, and has used it on your sister. No, I'm not going to tell you the details, other than she was hurt and Jessica healed her. No, I can't read Jessica's mind. That was in Shelly's." Gloria paused as Eldon realized he was being an idiot, and changed his thoughts around. "If you keep thinking like that, I'm going to have to pull you into a closet and rip your clothes off. You could give Frank a few lessons in imagination!" 

Eldon smiled, though her comment about giving Frank a few lessons bothered him a bit. Not that he expected someone to have clean thoughts about Brooke. She was a beautiful woman with her long red hair and green eyes. Eldon knew she was well over a hundred and sixty, but she looked to be in her late twenties. No, for some reason he felt a bit possessive over her, and considering it was his stepmom, that bothered him. 

They reached the entryway into the large white government building, and were stopped by security guards. 

Shlee showed them something and they were let through. "The press can get in almost anywhere." She grinned at them. 

Eldon was about to ask what was going on, but Gloria's hand on his arm stopped him. He glanced back at the guards, but they were no help. 

They travelled down a few hallways and up a flight of stairs, before halting outside an unadorned white door. 

"Your father is inside," Shlee said in solemn tones that set Eldon's nerves on edge. He was about to demand answers, when she opened the door. 

"Lyden!" Brooke squealed and charged into the room. 

"You're safe!" Eldon heard his father exclaim. The relief in his voice spoke volumes about the love he had for this woman. He heard the same tones whenever he spoke to any of his wives. 

Eldon felt a pang of jealousy strike him that he couldn't explain. He'd never lusted after any of his stepmoms before, and generally considered his father to be a lucky man to have the love of so many beautiful women. He shoved the feeling down with a confused vengeance. 

Gloria's arm slipped around his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I love happy endings," she declared. 

Shlee sniffed and gave him an odd look. "Don't get happy too quick. I meant what I said about your father being in danger. Everyone get in the room." 

"Wait a minute," Shelly demanded as Eldon moved to the room. "How do we know we can trust you? For all we know, you could be the danger." 

Eldon stopped. For a split second, he mentally chewed his sister out for always being suspicious of every pretty woman. 

"She's safe," Gloria spoke into his ear, and Eldon nodded. He trusted his girlfriend. 

"I wouldn't have sent you that text if all I wanted to do was hurt your father," Shlee growled. She literally growled. 

"Unless you wanted to off us all together," Shelly argued. Eldon noticed that Jessica was trying to pull her into the room, but his sister could be bullish when she wanted to be. 

"Fine, stay out here," Shlee snarled, and sniffed again. "Becky should be here soon, so send her in when she arrives." She charged into the room followed by Gloria and Eldon. 

"She can be trusted," Lyden called to his daughter. 

Eldon knew better than to look back at his sister. If she decided to stay stubborn, looking at her would only make her dig her heels in deeper. 

The room they entered was large, and there was another woman with them. The woman had long black hair and dark brown skin boasting of Hispanic descent. She had shocking blue eyes. Those eyes regarded them with a level of intelligence that intimidated Eldon. She was tall, almost as tall as their father. 

"Everyone, this is President Martha Louise," Lyden stated, indicating the woman. Brooke hung on his arm like she was never going to let go. 

"President?" Eldon asked. "As in..." 

"As in President of these United States," she said with pride. Spending so little time on Earth, Eldon rarely paid much attention to politics. "It's nice to finally meet the twins that have been keeping our citizens safe." She held out her hand and Eldon shook it, noticing her delicate grip. 

"Safe?" Eldon asked. He was used to dealing with the Pillars, so meeting this president wouldn't have been a big deal, other than it was the last thing he expected to be doing at the moment. Between Shlee's warnings, and the tension he could feel in the air, the word 'safe' didn't mean much to him. 

"Ahem," Lyden broke in. "I've been telling President Louise about the ogres you slew a few weeks ago." 

A few weeks? Eldon wondered. That was only a week ago by his timeline. Once again, the way time changed between the realms had thrown him off. 

"Jessica helped us," Eldon pointed to her. He noticed that the woman was white faced and staring at his father. He recalled that her reaction was about the same the last time she'd met him. Eldon couldn't deny that his father could be an imposing figure. His fame from saving both worlds during the Chaos War, coupled with the stories of him coming back to life, and then all of the hard work he'd put into bringing the two worlds closer together, didn't make him an easy person to approach. Eldon knew he had a big heart though, and wasn't as scary as some of the stories made him out to be. 

"You have quite the talented children, Ambassador Snow," the President stated with a smile, shaking Shelly's and then Jessica's hands. Jessica flinched when the woman took her hand, but didn't say anything. "I see they even brought the beautiful Brooke back to us." 

"They were pretty impressive and made a good team," Brooke agreed. Such praise coming from the woman that had once been a trained assassin said a lot. 

Gloria elbowed Eldon, making him grunt. "Madame President," he spoke up, "This is Gloria. She's a... uh—" Eldon didn't know how the President of the United States would take meeting a succubus, much less Aphrodite herself. 

"I'm a succubus, Madame President," Gloria said with a smile. 

The president didn't hesitate as she took Gloria's hand, and her smile seemed genuine. "I don't mind saying that I envy you. I haven't been with anyone since my late husband. What must it be like to be so open sexually?" 

Eldon gasped at Martha's blunt statement. He was shocked that this woman would ask such a question, but Gloria just laughed. "Sometimes it can be just as frustrating," she said. "It's hard to find a man that can hit all the right spots. Harder still, to find a man that actually knows what he's doing!" She gave Eldon a not-so-chaste kiss, making him blush, but his pants to tighten. 

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Shlee pressed her ear against it, and then nodded. She opened the door and Becky stood there, wide-eyed. 

"Brooke?" she said first, and then looked around the room. "Lyden? Kids? Oh, thank goodness you're all safe! I got this text message saying—" 

"We got it too," Shelly said. Eldon was still trying to catch his breath after that kiss. 

"I sent that text," Shlee said after glancing outside and closing the door. "After I interviewed some of the protesters, I overheard them talking about a plot to kill the President and Ambassador." 

Eldon was wondering what his dad was doing in a room, alone with the President. She was attractive enough for an older woman, but Eldon suspected that his dad didn't sleep with just anyone. If both their lives were in danger, it would be easier to guard them together. 

Then again, it would also be easier to take them out together. Where was the Secret Service? Shouldn't they be just outside the door? 

"How did you get our numbers?" Shelly asked. Apparently she still didn't trust the woman. 

"I gave them to her," Lyden said. "I know her, and her father owes me a favor." 

"Who—?" Eldon started to ask who her father was, but another knock on the door interrupted him. 

"Are you expecting anyone else?" Shlee asked as she pressed her ear to the door. 

"No," Lyden and the President both stated at once. 

Everyone exchanged glances, but Shlee waved them back from the door. 

"Eldon, grab my neck," Shelly ordered him. 

He knew what she had in mind, and grabbed the back of her neck. A moment later, she changed forms into a large shield. He handed the shield to Brooke and muttered, "Protect them." 

Brooke took Lyden's daughter from him. Shelly had changed into a shield big enough to protect three people if they huddled together. The President, Lyden, Brooke, and Becky crowded together. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best his sister could do. If Brooke still had a weapon, she could fight alongside them, but Eldon suspected she was still recovering from her captivity. For that matter, he was still pretty sore from his exertions yesterday. 

Eldon thought back to all the forms he could take, but discarded most of them. The ogre would be big and strong enough to handle most anything, but it was too dumb and dangerous to use around friends. The Merman would be pointless out of water, and most of the rest depended on what the threat would be. Without knowing that, it was hard to decide. 

After a moment's more indecision, he changed into the body builder. It wouldn't do him much good if they had guns, but he was strong enough for close combat, and large enough to block some potential damage against Gloria and Jessica standing by his sides. It was his best bet against regular humans, which was the most likely result, considering who had made the threats. 

"You're such a gentleman," Gloria whispered, "but it's not likely they can hurt me." He remembered her golden girdle, and the way Poseidon's trident had deflected off it yesterday. Realizing that she could read minds, he wondered if she could sense the threat. "No, their minds are blocked also. It's so damned annoying." 

For once, he was glad that Jessica didn't try and insult Gloria for reading minds. 

Shlee glanced at the room, saw that they were all ready, and opened the door. He suspected she could have kept it shut, and whoever was out there out, but it was better to face the threat than hide from it. 

Eldon relaxed as he saw a kobold come into the room. It had to be reinforcements from Angela. Kobolds were part of her security force, just as golems belonged to Gaia. An elf followed after the kobold and Eldon knew they were in trouble. Elves were all but extinct. There was only one full-blooded elf left in either world, and that was a female. 

Eldon took another look and saw that the kobold was really a man in a mask and body suit. These were imposters. Good imposters, but not perfect. Only humans would have to pretend. 

"Death to the President!" one of them shouted in a voice he thought he recognized. It sounded mechanical, as though coming from a speaker. 

"Kill the Ambassador!" another screamed as more fake creatures entered the room. 

They didn't seem to be carrying any weapons, which was good, since Eldon didn't have any either. 

A large wolf appeared out of nowhere, and Eldon thought this was a masterful disguise, until it ripped into one of the costumed humans. The man went down screaming, until the beast ripped out the man's throat. The wolf had strawberry blonde fur. 

He didn't have any more time to think on it, as the man in the kobold costume attacked him, swinging what looked like an authentic claw at his face. Eldon ducked the blow, then brought his fist up and under the man's jaw. His attacker flew back into those still coming into the room, slowing them for a second. 

Gloria transformed into a small dragon. Well, a small dragon in dragon terms. She was easily twice the size of any of their attackers. She bit into the man dressed as an elf and ripped his arm off with her claws. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 05



Jessica dodged an attack from a brutish looking woman that Eldon suspected was supposed to look like a goblin, but the skin color was all wrong. Too many greens and not enough boils. Jessica spun around, delivering a kick to the woman's jaw hard enough to snap her neck. 

Eldon wished that he could change into a goblin or kobold. Either would be beneficial in this fight. 

The werewolf dispatched another guy by first hamstringing him, then tearing half his face off with her teeth. 

The bodies started to pile up, as more attackers entered the room, only to fall to the defenders. Where was the Secret Service during this attack? Shouldn't they be here protecting the President? He didn't have much time to think about it, as a scrawny man slashed at him with a knife. It was the first weapon Eldon had seen, and it almost opened him from chest to neck. He stepped back in time, but the guy spun around and his heel connected with Eldon's temple. The man had some martial arts training and was fast. 

Eldon stumbled back as the room spun around him. He didn't see the fist coming until it connected with his teeth. Blood filled his mouth, and he reflexively swallowed. Too late, he realized his mistake as he felt himself shrinking down and changing. 

His vision cleared as the man backed off, watching in horror as Eldon changed into his doppelganger. Blood dripped from his assailant's hand, where he'd cut it on Eldon's teeth. Eldon's hand was fine, but he took a moment to spit one of his teeth out. 

The man didn't take long to get over his shock, and came back at Eldon with a vengeance. Eldon saw every move coming before it landed and blocked or dodged them. He waited until he saw an opening, and lashed out, striking the man's wrist as he overextended himself. His knife dropped to the floor, as Eldon stepped into the man's reach, delivered two quick blows to his chest, then jabbed at his throat, crushing his windpipe. The man fell to the ground, gasping for air but unable to breathe. 

Since he was no longer a threat, Eldon turned to find someone else, but their attackers were all down. 

"I didn't want to do this," the same male voice he recognized earlier sounded, "but you leave me no choice." Eldon realized it was coming from many places at once. 

He dropped down to examine the man he'd just taken down, then swore and stepped back. 

"Get away from them!" he yelled as he ran for where Gloria stood. "Get back! Get back!" 

Attached to the man was a speaker. Below the speaker was a vest wired with explosives. 

He tackled Gloria to the ground at the same time the world exploded. 

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"He's not responding," Gloria's voice floated to him out of the darkness. 

Something stung his left cheek and he opened his eyes. Gloria leaned over him, worry thick in her eyes. 

"Oh, thank goodness!" he heard his father say from somewhere nearby. "I thought we lost you!" 

"Gloria..." he croaked as he reached for her cheek. "Jessica? Shelly?" 

He saw Gloria grimace before she answered. "Jessica is seeing to your sister. She took the brunt of the blast, saving those behind her. Shlee is recovering by the fountain, her metabolism is amazing." She shook her head and a tear leaked from one eye. "Why didn't you just drop to the ground? Why did you have to try and protect me?" 

"I didn't want you to get hurt," Eldon said, confused by the woman's behavior. 

"That little blast couldn't have hurt me," she said. "I have an impervious golden girdle. They couldn't hurt me, but you... you—" She choked off and hugged him. 

Eldon didn't understand why she was making such a fuss over him. He was alive, though he hurt, and it appeared that everyone else was as well, but it sounded like Shelly was hurt also. 

He tried to sit up, and only then did he feel the real pain. His whole body hurt. His back felt like hamburger, and he couldn't get his legs to move right. 

"What—?" He asked, trying to block out the pain and get a look at himself, but Gloria refused to let go. 

"Lyden, no!" Brooke stated with a tone that meant business. 

"Damn it, they're my children!" If his father was swearing, then he had to be upset. If he was that upset, how bad were Shelly and him? "I can help them." 

"You can't, Lyden. There has to be another way," Brooke argued. 

"There is," Gloria spoke up. "I will take care of your son, Ambassador Snow." She pulled away enough for Eldon to get a look at himself. 

At first he looked fine, until he saw his left arm, or what was left of it. A tourniquet was tied above the stump below his elbow. He realized they were in the Orange Bubble, and his blood was soaking into the carpet from his lacerated backside. His right leg looked wrong, as though it had two knees. It took his mind a moment to realize that it was busted below where his real knee was. He couldn't remember ever being this messed up before. 

He heard a moan, or a groan from the bed, but couldn't see up there, and suspected that was where his sister was being tended to. He didn't know how bad her injuries were, and hoped she was okay. 

"Is he strong enough for that?" Lyden asked. Eldon couldn't remember ever hearing so much fear in his father's voice. Was he really that hurt? From the agony along his back, he wasn't in good shape. 

"Go see to the President," Gloria ordered. "She's pretty shaken up after that assassination attempt. You'll want to make sure she's in front of a camera soon, to show she's still alive. I'll take care of your son. Becky needs you too." 

Eldon heard something in her voice that refused to be ignored. Lyden and Brooke stood and walked to the front of the car, where Eldon guessed the President sat. They were almost in a zombie-like state as they left. 

"Now, my foolish savior," Gloria addressed him, "it's time I took care of you, and this time I don't think anyone will be interrupting us." 

Eldon groaned as she gently picked him up and carried him to the bed. "I don't think we're going to be able to pull these pants off you, past that leg," she stated and produced a pair of scissors out of nowhere. She proceeded to cut off his clothing. If she thought he was going to be aroused by any of this, she didn't understand the amount of pain he was in. 

"You're right," she said in soft tones, like a mother taking care of a sick child. "But I can make you forget about the pain." She gripped his phallus when it came free and looked him in the eyes. "There is no pain. Only the pleasure of my touch. Nothing else matters, but letting me take care of you." As she spoke, her words soaked into Eldon's mind and body, blotting out the pain, replacing it with a satisfying sensation radiating out from where she gripped him. His mind fuzzed, and his whole world focused on the beautiful woman before him. "That's better, isn't it? You like when I move my hand along your shaft. Mmm, I like the way it feels in my hand. So hard. So strong. I like its shape, almost like a corkscrew. I can't wait to feel this deep inside me again." 

She leaned in and kissed him, but her hand never stopped its momentum. He felt her other hand slip around his scrotum, gently fondling the sensitive nodes inside. Her tongue licked around his lips, and he opened to her, moaning at the bliss she was imparting to him. He brought his right hand up and cupped her naked breast. He couldn't remember when she'd gotten naked, but didn't care as her one hand did a pleasurable motion around the head of his penis. 

He lost himself in her touch, letting go of who and what he was. All that mattered was her touch, her taste, her smell. She was everything to him, and he was nothing without her. 

"That's right," Gloria moved her mouth to his ear. "I know what you like. I know what you want to feel. You like my hand, don't you?" Eldon nodded. "I'll bet you would enjoy my pussy even more. Mmm, I know I want to feel you deep inside of me." She lifted up her pelvis, straddled him, and rubbed the tip of his cock against her sopping wet slit. "Mmm, yeah. It's a good thing I have a magical pussy, or this monster would never fit," she cooed into his ear, and right into his brain. 

He was under her spell so deep, he couldn't think for himself. All he knew was her body making him feel good, and her voice saturating his senses. He knew he wanted to thrust himself up into her, but didn't, letting her be in complete control. 

"Are you ready, Eldon?" The use of his name allowed a small portion of him to wake up, but it was overwhelmed with desire for this sensual woman. "Mmm, I know I am. Can you feel how wet I am? There's an itch inside me that I think only one thing will scratch. Will you scratch it for me, Eldon?" 

He nodded, unwilling to let this woman down. He would do anything for her, especially if she continued to feel this divine. 

She shifted her weight, and he felt her outer folds slip around his head. His rod started to tingle where her juices were soaking into his skin. He regained enough self-control to remember his hand on her grapefruit sized breast, and used his thumb on her small nipple, making her giggle. The sensation did wonders for where they were connected, and he slid into her a couple centimeters. 

"Mmm, you like my tiny nipples, don't you, Eldon?" she moaned and slipped around him some more. "You are quite the talented kisser. Why don't you kiss my nipple?" 

Eldon latched onto the rubbery nub as she fed it to him, tonguing it and using his teeth to lightly stimulate the sensitive flesh. 

Every time she used his name, Eldon found himself grounded again within his body. Her spell lightened slightly, but the joy of her body soon swept him away again. 

"Mmm, you're getting pretty deep, Eldon. Yes, use your mouth just like that. You really know how to please a woman, don't you? Oh, yes!" Gloria's pelvis pressed against his, as she was fully impaled on him. Eldon could feel her inner muscles contracting around his invading tool, making him moan into her perfect breast. She rocked her hips, using his strange cock to stretch and stir around her insides. "Oh, Eldon! Mmm, that feels so good. Yes, just like that. I'm going to cum, Eldon. I'm going to cum all over your fat cock. Do you want me to cum, Eldon? Do you want to feel my cum leaking around your fat meat in my little pussy, Eldon? I feel so stuffed, I don't know if my cum can escape around your fat cock, Eldon." 

Eldon's mind returned to him more and more. He felt his orgasm approaching and let go of her nipple to look at her beautiful face, contorted in bliss. He sensed the pain that she was shielding him from, but it felt distant, as though it belonged to someone else. 

"Cum on my cock," he told her. "Squeeze it with your tiny pussy, and milk my cum out. You're so tight and wet. It's feels like a fire inside you, you feel so good. I'll scratch your itch whenever you want. I want you to cum. Cum on my fat cock." 

"Mmm, I love fucking your perfect cock," she moaned. "Oh! Yes, yes, yes, YES!" She shuddered and his cock felt like it was being compressed in a vice. Strength flowed through him, almost washing his mind away again, but he held on, as his climax struck, and he pumped her overflowing cunny full of his impotent seed. Despite her protestations that nothing would be able to leak out, his crotch was soaked in their combined juices. 

His awareness travelled through his body as he came down from his climax, and he noticed his left hand and right leg tingled. He looked at his left hand in awe, noting the pink color of the new flesh. As he watched, the hand started to turn purple, and he hurried to undo the tourniquet. 

"Ah, it looks like Jessica is done with your sister," Gloria said with a satisfied grin. 

Eldon looked around, confused, and realized that the two were naked and on his right, coming out of a sixty-nine position with Shelly on top. Her back showed fresh new pink skin, matching the same color as his hand. His cheeks burned as he rolled off the bed, embarrassed to have seen his sister in such a compromising position, and wondering if she'd noticed him and Gloria going at it. He hoped not! 

Eldon hurried to get dressed with a new set of clothes. It wasn't until he was pulling his shirt over his head that he remembered that there were other people in the car. 

"That's a nice bone you have between your legs," Shlee grinned at him. "Maybe one day you'll let me gnaw on it?" She was no longer in her wolf form, and had one of Shelly's robes draped around her shoulders. There was still a feral look in her eyes, and he grew even more uncomfortable when she looked at his crotch and licked her lips. "Yum." 

"I'm glad to see you're better, Son," Lyden addressed him from the front seat. "How is your sister?" 

"I'm good, Dad," she said. From the tone of her voice, Eldon suspected she was just as embarrassed as he was. 

"I'm glad to hear it," Lyden stated. Eldon didn't know how the man kept his calm. The situation in the back of the car couldn't be counted as ordinary by any stretch of the imagination, but Lyden acted as though it never even happened. He'd often felt grateful towards his father, but never more so than at that point. The events in the back of the Orange Bubble were the last thing he wanted to discuss with his father. 

"He's doing it for you," Gloria whispered into his ear. "He knows how embarrassed you both are, and is choosing to ignore it, rather than make an issue of it and make things worse." 

"Thank you," he told her, knowing that she would pick up all the meanings he meant with those two words. He was surprised to see her blush as he projected his emotions to her. 

"Thank you, in all the same ways." She gave his cheek a peck, then moved to his ear. "Your mind is a lot stronger than most mortals. I wonder if you could handle me completely letting go? I was half afraid you wouldn't return mentally, but I couldn't risk losing you." 

It was Eldon's turn to blush. If she had held back with her power, and things felt that great, he would go mad with bliss if she let her powers free. 

"While you two are flirting, I'm missing the story of the century," Shlee muttered. Eldon had forgotten that she was a reporter. "Madame President, will you at least let me get an exclusive with you?" 

"An exclusive?" Martha Louise asked, shocked. "You just saved my life. An exclusive is the least I can offer." 

"I hate to ask," she continued, looking around at everyone, "but would you please keep my identity a secret? The station would fire me on the spot if they knew I was a lycanthrope." 

"Why do it?" Shelly asked. "There are a lot of other things you could be doing." 

"Because it allows me to keep my ear to the ground," she replied with a wolfish smile. "I like to picture myself as a female Superman, only, you know... a woman, and instead of flying, I can turn into a vicious beast, but I still have my secret identity." 

"Just don't try to hide behind a pair of glasses," Eldon smirked. "You look too much like your other self to get away with it." 

Shlee's jaw dropped in shock at his teasing, before she grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him. 

"If you don't stop flirting with her," Gloria chided him quietly, "I'm going to have to take you both in the back and do at least half of the things she was thinking about while we were fucking." 

It was Eldon's turn to gape, though no one else knew why. Gloria chuckled until someone's phone rang. 

"Hello?" Becky answered her cell phone. A second later her face bleached of all color and she looked at Brooke. She didn't say anything for a long moment after hanging up. When she finally did, they understood her demeanor. "Varun is dead. Someone, or something, tore him to pieces." 

Despite himself, Eldon looked at Gloria. He noticed Shelly, Brooke, Bridgette, and Jessica looking at her as well. She was the last one to leave Varun's demesne. She was the only one among them that was possibly strong enough to murder the Pillar of Water, and she'd come out of her battle with Poseidon unscathed. 

"Oh, hell, this isn't good," Gloria said as she turned a hurt look on Eldon. 

He wanted to tell her he didn't believe she was guilty. He wanted to pull her into his arms and forget about the battles in Varun's demesne. He couldn't believe she was capable of doing something like that. He wouldn't believe it. 

Images of her turning into a shark and killing those mermen guards flashed behind his eyes, as well as her as a dragon, killing the assassins. Finally, he remembered the amount of power she held as she squared off against Poseidon. 

"I told you, you can't trust a succubus," Jessica sneered. 

Eldon's heart broke as Gloria fell to her knees, looking guilty as charged. 

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The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 06



The twins split up to conduct their separate investigations. Brooke leads Shelly to a new place that even the Pillars don't know about, while Jessica opens up about her past. 

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Internal Revelations 

Shelly looked down at Gloria, trying to reconcile her thoughts. Gloria had been the last one to leave Varun's demesne. She was an ancient goddess, and despite her claims to the contrary, Shelly suspected that she was one of the Firsts. She knew too much to believe otherwise. 

But Gloria had saved them from Poseidon. When talking about it on the way to see their dad, she made it sound like the deaths of the Firsts would have tragic consequences. Why would she take out Varun, knowing what the consequences could be? Why wasn't she defending herself? 

"I told you, you can't trust a succubus," Jessica sneered. 

Shelly looked at her girlfriend and shook her head. She'd hoped that Jessica had worked past her issues with the succubae, or at least with this one. They never would have made it away from Poseidon with Brooke without Gloria saving them. 

"No, no, no, no, no," Eldon said next to her. He would be taking this the hardest. Shelly wondered what his thoughts were, but knew better than to ask. 

She stepped over to her brother, wanting to comfort him, but he pushed her away. She was thankful that the soreness between her legs was gone. She didn't want to think about the healing she'd gone through a few minutes ago. Not that it had been unpleasant—Jessica was quite talented with her mouth—but that she'd done it next to her brother was embarrassing. That her father was in the car at the same time was mortifying! 

She couldn't remember last night, at least, not after going through the portal back to Earth, but she was fairly certain she hadn't slept with anyone. Perhaps she'd been hurt while still a sword in her brother's hands. That was the only thing that made sense. Her legs had formed the blade. Perhaps as Sheldon fought with her, she'd been chipped, and that translated into the pain between her thighs. 

"No, I won't believe it," Eldon snapped as he moved to Gloria's side. Gloria appeared shocked at first, then grateful for his support. 

Shelly felt bad for him, but didn't know what to say. She suspected he was falling for the succubus, and didn't know how she felt about that. Sure, she'd set them up, but it was just supposed to help him get over Jessica. Then she'd gone and fooled around with the woman, messing things up in her own mind. What a mess she'd made of things. 

"What's going on?" Lyden asked from his seat in the car. "And what's your problem with the succubae?" 

Shelly opened her mouth to answer, but couldn't find any words. Jessica didn't suffer the same problem. 

"The succubae are duplicitous creatures. They'll tell you whatever it takes to get you in bed, then abandon you. They don't even take proper care of their children, leaving them for others to raise." There was undisguised hatred in Jessica's voice. "And this one hasn't been honest with any of us. She was the last one to leave Varun's demesne. She must have been the one to murder the Pillar of Water." 

"I haven't been honest?" Gloria asked. Her eyes were red from crying, but she stood and glared at Jessica. "Last night is a bit fuzzy, but I have a feeling you know what really happened. Why don't you tell them what you are?" 

Eldon stood next to her, glaring just as hard as the succubus. Gloria put her arm around him, but neither one said anything else, waiting for Jessica to respond. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jessica stepped forward and pointed at Gloria's chest. "What I do know is that you're a succubus. You're a demonic creature that only cares about what or who you can get between your legs. Hell, you were bragging about fucking a Cyclops. Who does that?" 

"I won't tolerate such language around me, young lady," Lyden broke in, and Jessica blanched at his tone. "I'm not just talking about the swearing, but one of my wives is a succubus. I won't have you badmouthing them. That would be like saying that werewolves were nothing more than monstrous beasts, but one of them fought to keep us safe today. Or how about that humans are nothing but bigoted creatures, because they can't handle not being superior to everything around them? You can't judge an entire race by the actions of a few." 

Jessica's face went white as Lyden spoke. She swallowed several times before looking around the room for help. Shelly felt bad for her, but she didn't agree with what the woman was saying. Jessica looked to Eldon and Gloria and she seemed to find her backbone. 

"Then where was she last night after she forced us to leave? If Gloria was strong enough to win past Poseidon on her own, why did she make us leave? I'll bet it was because she's in league with Poseidon and didn't want us to know. He told us he was next in line to be the Pillar of Water." 

"Next in line?" Becky asked. "What do you mean?" 

"There wasn't time to talk about it," Brooke spoke up looking at Lyden, "but you wounded Varun when you froze him. We always thought that he kept the water cold so that no one else could do to him what you did, but that wasn't the case. He was too weak to manage his realm. Poseidon told us that Varun named him as his successor." She turned to face Jessica. "Poseidon was completely loyal. He would never turn on Varun." 

Coming from Brooke, Jessica couldn't argue. Who would know better than the mermaid that'd been their captive how loyal Poseidon was? 

"I made you leave because I couldn't unleash my full strength with you there," Gloria spat. "If you don't believe me, go back to the tower Brooke was kept in. Oh, wait. You can't, because it's no longer there. Poseidon tried to bind me with water, and when I broke free, it decimated the tower." 

"And killed Varun?" Jessica prodded. 

"Didn't she say he was torn to pieces?" Gloria pointed to the front of the car. "Varun was too powerful, even weakened as he was, to be killed by falling debris. It didn't even wound Poseidon." 

"What happened to Poseidon?" Becky asked. Shelly could tell she was genuinely curious, and not asking out of spite. 

Gloria smiled, though it looked almost predatory. "I convinced him to stick his trident somewhere else when reinforcements arrived for him. If mermen sat, they won't be sitting for a few days after the old sea god gets tired of them. Being goddess of sex has its benefits." 

Shelly shuddered as she remembered being under Gloria's control. She wasn't too fond of mermen, but she almost felt sorry for what they must have endured at the end of Poseidon's 'trident.' From the way Gloria grinned, she suspected the succubus didn't mean his weapon, but something else instead. 

"Could the Pillar of Water's death have anything to do with the attack on us today?" President Louise asked. "I didn't recognize most of the monsters that attacked us." 

"They weren't monsters," Eldon told her. "They were humans pretending to be magical creatures." 

"I'm sorry for calling them monsters," the President apologized. "I didn't mean it that way. But if they weren't from the Shadow World, why did they attack us?" 

"Michael Mulhan was behind it," Shlee stated, joining the conversation. "I recognized his voice before the explosion. If I had to guess, he wanted it to look like creatures from our world did it, to turn the United States against us. It's why we need to get you in front of a camera as soon as possible. We need to give the public a statement." Shelly noticed her pull out her phone and make a call. 

"So, they're not related?" Martha asked. 

"I have no doubt that the Paladonic Knights would love to kill off the Pillars, but I can't see them actually taking one out," Shelly offered. "They're not as strong as they once were now that they're operating out in the public instead of the shadows. It's harder to bribe judges and the police when you actually exist. Too easy to find a paper trail." 

"Don't they know what killing the Pillars would do?" Martha asked. Shelly thought she understood what the president was asking, but none of them knew exactly what would happen if the Pillars fell. "I mean, if they die, won't that cause the Outsiders to return and destroy us?" 

"The Knights are blind in their hatred," Becky supplied. "All they care about is the death of all magic. They barely get along with the Daughters of Respite. I think that truce wouldn't last past the end of the Pillars." 

Martha shook her head. "I know people can be blind when they believe something too strongly. They come up with excuses to deny facts and create their own reality... But this?" 

"We don't really know what will happen if the Pillars fall," Gloria piped in. "I don't even think the Pillars know. The instability could create a hole in the fabric of reality, allowing more Outsiders in, or it may just bring the two worlds together into one, or something else entirely." 

"I knew my last opponent in the elections was in the Knight's pocket book," Martha said with a shake of her head. "He preached too much hate, and I think that allowed me to win. Despite what some nations think of my great country, we're not all violent and hateful." 

"So, that begs the question: what do we do now?" Becky asked. "I could talk to Gaia and see if she knows anything." 

Shlee hung up her cell and faced the President. "Ma'am, with your permission, I'd like to get you in front of a camera, making a statement. The sooner we get on top of this, the better." 

"And your career will be made," President Louise grinned. "I assume you already have it set up with your cameraman?" 

"Yes, Ma'am. Frank will meet us. We can go live whenever you're ready." 

"I'm worried about your safety, Madame President," Lyden spoke up. "If the P.K.'s attack again, we might not get as lucky as last time." 

"I can handle that," Gloria spoke up. "With your permission, Madame President, I'll impersonate you. All you need to do is think what you want said, and I'll say them. If we're attacked, you can remain safe in here." 

Martha Louise mulled that over for a minute before nodding. "I don't like hiding behind others, but you make a good point. If you're really strong enough to stop Poseidon, then the Paladonic Knights shouldn't be a problem." She shook her head a second later and added, "But please don't turn this report into an orgy. I'm not that high in the polls." 

Lyden looked at his children and the other women in the car. He focused on Jessica, and then Gloria before facing Martha. "If you'll permit it, Ma'am, I would have my son and Gloria guard you." Martha nodded and Shelly's dad looked at Shelly and Jessica. "I want you two to accompany Brooke and Bridgette. Find out what you can about Varun's death. If we have another Outsider here, I want to know about it immediately. Becky and I will talk to Gaia and see what she knows." 

It had been years since Shelly saw her father in this mode. He was a leader and knew how to take charge of a situation. She could see the brilliance behind his plan as well, as it split Jessica and Gloria apart, while playing to their strengths. Eldon could take the form of a Secret Service agent with a little bit of help, allowing them to blend in. Brooke and Bridgette could search underwater for clues, while Jessica and Shelly could try to talk to Marchosias again. She didn't look forward to dealing with the demon, but at least he was easy on the eyes. 

"The sooner I'm out of here, the better," Jessica said as the two of them walked to the back of the car. Becky was by the fountain with Bridgette—no, she had changed to Brock. When had he done that again? Becky was casting a spell on him, and as she watched, water from the fountain burbled up and surrounded his lower body. Now he could leave the fountain, though Shelly didn't know how he would move about. His fishtail wasn't designed for walking. This didn't make much sense to Shelly, but knew that Becky wasn't a frivolous person. 

They stopped and dropped Eldon, Gloria, and Martha off, before heading to their next destination. 

"I was going to save this until your birthday," Lyden said to Brock as he stepped back into the car after being gone for a couple minutes, "but it looks like you'll need it sooner, rather than later." 

Shelly's jaw dropped as she watched a mechanical set of legs follow after her father. He guided the legs over to where Brock rested in the fountain. Even with the water surrounding him, he'd preferred to stay in the fountain, rather than get anything else wet. 

It took some effort for all of them to move Brock into the contraption, and Shelly saw that there was a hole with a harness set for him to put his tail in. 

"Awesome! How does it work, Dad?" Brock asked as he got settled in. 

"It has three modes: manual, follow, and of course, off." As Lyden spoke, he pointed to where the control switch was. Shelly could see that it was set to off. "If you just want to follow someone, have them stand in front of you, switch this to follow, and when they start walking the legs will stay behind them by about four to five feet." Lyden demonstrated as he spoke, and Brock moved around the inside of the Orange Bubble, staying right behind his father. "Off is self-explanatory." 

"I don't see any controls for manual," Brock stated, looking around the contraption that encircled his waist. The bubble of water that surrounded him overlapped portions of the machine, but apparently it was waterproof. 

"Your fins control it," Lyden told him. He moved the switch to manual and stepped back. "Imagine your tail fins are feet and try to walk with them." 

Brock lurched forward as the mechanical legs moved. Brock gripped the ring around his waist to steady himself as his tail swung around in the harness. Shelly stifled a laugh as she realized his tail looked like a giant dick, swinging between his metal legs. Jessica must have seen it too, because Shelly noticed her covering her mouth and hiding a smile. 

Shelly was conflicted concerning the woman. While she didn't entirely trust Gloria either, she felt that Jessica's attitude crossed the line. Shelly knew a number of succubae, and even a couple incubae, and most of them were good people. Angela, as the defacto-ruler of the succubae while also being the Pillar of Fire, led with a compassionate heart. She tried to make sure that none of her subjects took an innocent life. 

Even so, there were always a few bad eggs. Every now and then a succubus or incubus went bad, and Angela was forced to send a kobold after them. Had Jessica come into contact with one of them? 

She glanced at the woman again and noticed that her hands were clenched beneath folded arms. She was about to go to her and ask what was going on, but the car stopped. Lyden and Becky got out, heading for the portal closest to Gaia's realm. 

Shelly didn't know where they were, and it didn't really matter. They didn't need to drive. The car knew where they needed to go and would get them there safely. 

After hugging her father goodbye, Shelly pulled Jessica to the back of the car to talk to her. The area still reeked of sex, but she tried her best to forget about that. 

"What's going on?" Shelly demanded. One way or another, she was going to get some answers. If Jessica refused to tell her anything, then she would refuse to work along with her. Jessica was a skilled fighter, and they would need her skills for this mission, but if Shelly couldn't rely on her— 

"I'm sorry about earlier," Jessica interrupted Shelly's thoughts. "It's just... You don't know what I've been through." 

"Then tell me," Shelly replied, taking the other woman's hand. "I can't understand, unless you open up." 

"I know. I've been on my own for so long, and meeting your brother, and then you... And then finding out who your father is! I'm so confused." 

Shelly didn't have a clue what her father had to do with anything, but kept her mouth shut. She knew Jessica was nervous around Lyden Snow. Many people were intimidated by the hero of the Chaos War and the only sanctioned ambassador between the two worlds. 

"I'm sorry," Jessica apologized again. "Can we just forget about it and move on?" 

"No," Shelly said, though she hated herself for it. She really liked this woman, but she didn't like the way she behaved earlier and needed to understand. If she couldn't understand Jessica's racist behavior, then she wouldn't associate with the woman. 

Jessica dropped her head to look at her hands. Shelly waited, trying to be patient, but her mind continued to travel over the events earlier. Jessica had been cruel to Gloria. No one could say that the two got along perfectly, but there was no call for that kind of behavior. 

Jessica sighed and looked up to meet Shelly's eyes. There were bags under her red-rimmed eyes, telling Shelly that she was fighting back strong emotions. She wanted to pull Jessica into a hug and just ignore the whole thing, but she couldn't. It hurt her to be this stubborn, but their lives may depend on knowing what was going on. 

"My... My mom was a succubus," Jessica said with a thick voice, full of anger. "I—She was... ugh, I've never told anyone this." 

"If your mom was a succubus..." Shelly started to ask. She wanted to be delicate, but wouldn't that make her a succubus as well? 

"My dad wasn't," Jessica said in a firm tone. "I'm—I'm a crossbreed. Now do you see why I didn't want to talk about this?" 

Shelly understood immediately. Crossbreeds were illegal and could be very dangerous. When two of the same species mated, there was no problem. The child would be the same as the parent. When different species mated, and there was offspring, there was no telling what the result would be. More often than not, the child could be extremely dangerous. 

All of Lyden Snow's children were crossbreeds. Shelly remembered being watched very closely growing up for any signs that she might be dangerous. The only reason she hadn't been killed outright was because of who her father was. Gaia had interceded when Sheldon and she were still in the womb, guiding their genetics to help them. As far as she knew, only two of Lyden's children were deemed dangerous. It was the reason Becky never had more kids of her own. Those two children were something her father and Becky never spoke about. 

"That explains some of your abilities," Shelly said with as much caution as she could put into her voice. "But it doesn't explain why—" 

"Because my mother all but abandoned me," Jessica snapped. Brooke and Brock were at the front of the car. They both looked back at them, then quickly away. They didn't have privacy, but the other two were trying to give them some space. "I had to grow up all alone. I never met my father. As far as I know, he doesn't even know I exist." Tears blossomed in Jessica's blue eyes. She gripped Shelly's hands in her own and looked deep into her eyes. 

"My mother wasn't cruel in the sense that she beat me, but I was an embarrassment to her," Jessica continued. "She kept me locked away and I never had any visitors. Oh, she made sure I was educated, and fed. She hardly cared whether I was clothed or not, being a succubus. She told me stories of what would happen to me if anyone ever found out what I was. She used scare tactics to control me. She claimed that the world hated me, and that I was kept away for my own protection." 

She took a shuddering breath before continuing. "One day I got out. I was only about ten. I ran into a little goblin girl and we played in the rocks. She was my first friend. That is, until my mom found us. I don't know what ever happened to that girl, but after that, I was locked away. I only ever saw the sunlight through my window, which was barred closed. 




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"The next time I got out, I ran. I wasn't going to risk getting caught again. I wasn't a danger to anyone, and that goblin girl showed me that people in the outside world could be friendly. I will never go back. I ran to Earth, and spent some time there, but some humans found me hiding in an abandoned warehouse. They thought I was weak and tried to rob me. Of course I defended myself. Mom made sure I knew how to fight. There were... other... issues that arose, and I came back to the Shadow World. I was left in peace, as long as I didn't bother anyone else." 

"Sounds lonely," Shelly said as she reached over to grip Jessica's hand. She felt Jessica stiffen for a moment, then accepted the touch. 

"It was," she responded after a few seconds. "I wasn't completely alone. The goblin girl showed me that not everyone was bad, but the humans made me wary. I'd make a friend for a night, or a week, but never longer. I never let anyone get too close. My mom's words still make me worry, but I know I'll be safe with you. You're just like me. You're proof that I'm not evil." 

It almost sounded like Jessica was trying to convince herself. Looking into her blue eyes, Shelly saw pain and anguish. She couldn't imagine how it would be to grow up like that. To be told you were evil, or that you would be killed if anyone knew what you were. Eldon and she had seen a bit of mistrust from others because they were crossbreeds, but they had Gaia's blessing. It was part of why they fought so hard to keep people safe. They wanted to prove that they weren't evil. The fact that their father was a well known hero only made them fight harder. Shelly knew her brother struggled being in their dad's shadow. 

"When I saw your brother fighting those ogres, I saw an opportunity to prove myself again. He looked good in that form. I thought maybe he could keep me warm for a bit, if I helped save him. I didn't know who he was at the time." She shook her head, but Shelly felt the grip on her hand tighten. "I didn't think I would get caught up in all of this. Your father, your siblings, and now the Pillar of Water is dead..." 

Shelly's heart broke. She saw in this other woman something that she might have been, if her father hadn't been the legendary Lyden Snow, and if her mother hadn't loved them as much as she had. She opened her mouth to say something, anything to comfort her girlfriend, but Brooke spoke up first. 

"I'm truly sorry for what you went through." Brooke stood and walked back to where the women were sitting on the bed. The redhead looked down at them with sorrow in her eyes. "I once hated the succubae as well. I was taught that they were evil soul sucking creatures. When I found one hanging around the man I cared for, I planned on killing her. Lyden stopped me, and I'm glad he did. We became good friends after that, each of us saving the other's life multiple times. She turned out to be a good woman, and worthy of love and respect. I have met a few that only cared about what souls they could take while pleasing someone, but I have known many more that were like my friend." 

"I think Gloria is one of the good ones," Shelly offered. For a moment, she thought Jessica was going to pull her hand away, but she ended up slumping her shoulders and looking at her lap. 

"You're right," her voice was soft, but Shelly heard it in the silence. "I treated her poorly, and she's done nothing to deserve it. I guess... No, nevermind." 

"Please," Shelly pleaded, squeezing the woman's hand. She knew Jessica needed to get everything out in the open if she was going to work through her issues. "We're your friends. I—I hope that I'm more than that by now. You can tell us." Shelly's heart hammered in her chest, thundering in her ears as she made that confession. She really liked Jessica. She wouldn't call it love by any stretch of the imagination, but it was more than simple friendship. 

"You are!" Jessica looked up and met Shelly's eyes. She clasped Shelly's hand in both of hers and held it between them. Jessica's eyes shown with unshed tears. Her grip would have been painful, if Shelly didn't find it so welcome. "I just... I don't want to hurt you." 

Shelly's heart dropped. She didn't know what was behind the hesitation, but was afraid of it. 

"If it's the truth..." she trailed off, trying to sound encouraging. 

Jessica looked at Brooke and she got the message. "I'll go back up front. Sorry to get in the middle of you two." She squeezed Shelly's shoulder in comfort before walking away. Brooke was always compassionate to her husband's children, but right then she felt awkward receiving that compassion from one of her father's wives, while dealing with her own matters of the heart. 

"I like you," Jessica started in a way that sounded like there was a 'but' coming. Shelly let Jessica take a few breaths, waiting the other woman out. "But, I think I still like your brother, also. I hate that that succubus has her fingers in him. I shouldn't have treated Gloria like I did. I'm... I'm so confused." 

Shelly sat there for a few moments, trying to absorb that. Jessica still liked Eldon? But she'd rejected him. She'd broken his heart. Shelly loved her brother—in the familial sense only—but she felt jealousy at Jessica's admission. She couldn't pin it down. Eldon had moved on. Didn't Shelly deserve to be happy with someone? 

"Say something," Jessica pleaded. The tears flowed from her beautiful blue eyes now. Shelly looked into them, and knew what her answer was. 

It took her a moment to speak past the emotion trying to close off her throat. "I'll let you have him. I don't want to stand in your way. I know he still likes you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. I—" She had to stop to keep her voice from shaking. Jessica squeezed her hand, and she knew the other woman was about to speak so she hurried on. "I won't stand in your way when we get back, but I won't try to break them up, either. He likes Gloria too, and I think she is a good woman, no matter what you think of the succubae." She had to look away, lest she reveal her emotions. 

"I'm sorry for the way I treated the succ—er... Gloria. I was rude, and I can see where she didn't deserve the way I treated her. The next time I see her, I'll apologize." She moved one of her hands and Shelly felt one finger turn her face back. The finger lingered on her chin for a moment before moving to cup her cheek. "Just because I like your brother, doesn't mean I don't want you. I meant what I said. I like you... A lot. I—It's screwed up, I know." 

"Wow, that's..." Shelly didn't know how to complete that sentence. 

"I'm sorry! Forget I said anything," Jessica moaned. "I'm sick, and screwed up. I—" 

"Would you knock that off," Shelly snapped, getting exasperated with the woman's behavior. Her emotions were in flux, and right then she wasn't sure she could tell up from down without laughing and crying at the same time. Jessica liked her, but liked her brother also. Shelly loved her brother and wanted him to be happy, but she had a right to be happy also, didn't she? 

She didn't know what made her do it. Maybe it was the fear mixed with hope she saw in Jessica's eyes, or her own uncertainty roiling in her stomach, but she took her free hand and grabbed the back of Jessica's dark hair. She pulled the other woman into a kiss, pressing her lips to Jessica's soft mouth. 

Jessica didn't react at first, unless you count stiffening. Shelly held it for a moment longer before realizing what she'd done. She let go and backed away, tears already forming in her eyes. Before she moved a couple inches, Jessica released her hand and pulled her face back into the kiss. Jessica's hands kept an iron grip on her cheeks as her tongue slipped between Shelly's lips. 

Despite her rollercoaster emotions, Shelly was quick to respond, meeting the invading tongue with her own. Her arms wrapped around the tanned woman as they fell sideways onto the bed. They rolled to the side, until Jessica ended up on top, gripping Shelly's wrists and holding them over her head in a vice-like grip. Shelly moaned as she felt the other woman take control and kiss her with renewed passion. 

"Ahem," Brooke's voice interrupted them. 

Shelly came back to reality with a shock, as she remembered her stepmom and half-sibling in the car with them. 

"Sorry," Jessica mumbled, her cheeks burning as red as Shelly's felt. 

"I'm glad you two made up, but I thought you should know we're almost there," Brooke stated. 

Shelly noticed a slight smirk on the mermaid's face and her cheeks burned hotter. She sat up, straightening out her clothes and avoided looking at her accomplice. 

"Relax, you two. I remember what it's like to be young. At least I stopped you before anything embarrassing could happen." She winked at them. Shelly wanted to crawl into the deepest, darkest hole and never come back out. 

"Mom, leave them alone," Brock came to their rescue, but Shelly only felt worse. 

Brooke chuckled as she went to one wall of the car, then grew serious. She opened a hidden compartment that Shelly had no clue ever existed. The mermaid hesitated, then reached in and pulled out two long, thin blades. She pulled each one out of its sheath about an inch, then slammed them back in. 

Shelly caught a glimpse of blue. She knew what those blades were. They were the blades of a mermaid assassin. Magical, they could cut through almost anything. She wished she would have had one when she saved Jessica from the Myrmidon. The watery blades were instant death to those fire-based creatures. They had one major drawback, however. Their wielder felt their victim's death. It was supposed to harden an assassin's willpower. If half the stories Shelly had heard about her stepmom were true, Brooke's willpower had to be granite. 

"I hoped never to wield these again," Brooke whispered just loud enough for Shelly to hear. 

She realized the opportunity she had before her. These weapons were rare. They were only given out when an assassin earned them, and usually recovered on their death. If she could touch one for just a moment, she could become one of those weapons. She didn't know what that would do to her when she was used to kill, but the opportunity to replicate a magical weapon was too great to pass up. 

"Can I see one of those?" she asked as she got to her feet. 

Brooke tucked the weapons close to her chest and backed away. "I can't let you do that," Brooke pulled further away until Shelly retracted her hand. She understood that Brooke knew enough about the blades, and knew what Shelly was capable of, that if she didn't want her touching it, it was likely for the best. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at the lost opportunity. 

They felt the car stop, and Shelly glanced outside. The sun was setting, but they were nowhere near the Bermuda Triangle, much less underwater. She couldn't make out much through the distortion between the inside and outside of the Orange Bubble, other than they weren't in any city. 

"We're not going straight to Varun's demesne?" she asked, confused. She thought they were going to investigate the Pillar of Water's murder. 

"We can't," Brooke stated. "Though, I suppose we should start thinking of it as Poseidon's demesne if he really took over. We're too well known there. After the events yesterday, we'll have to take another route in. That means a different portal." 

"But where?" Jessica asked with a note of nervousness in her voice. "If we have to travel underwater, I won't make it." 

Brooke regarded them for a couple moments. Shelly didn't like the frown that crossed her stepmom's face. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to blindfold the two of you." 

"What?" Jessica spluttered and moved further up the bed, away from the mermaid. "Why? What about your..." she trailed off as she glanced at Brock before adding, "son?" 

Shelly didn't like the idea of being blindfolded either, but she trusted Brooke. 

"Brock knows where we're going already. He helped me build the place. Unfortunately, the place is kept top secret. The only people that know where it is: those that live there and those that helped create it. The fact that I have to take you there will cause more than enough problems." 

"Why does it have to remain a secret?" Shelly asked. She might not be the most privy to all that happened in the Shadow World, but she thought she was trusted enough to know some things. That there were secrets this big she wasn't trusted with bothered her. Was it that she wasn't trusted, that this secret was just that big, or something she didn't understand? 

She decided to trust in her stepmom. She went to Eldon's dresser and grabbed a couple of his shirts. Her shirts would be too small to make a good blindfold. 

"Trust me," Shelly told her girlfriend. "I would trust Brooke with my life, and you can too." She waited for Jessica to nod before tying the shirt around her head. She made sure her black hair wasn't in the knot. To make sure it was secured, she held her breath and put her face in front of Jessica's. When she didn't react, she pressed her lips firmly against the other woman, and smiled at the way she jumped slightly. 

Brooke tied Shelly's blindfold on, leaving her in darkness. She waited for the mermaid to guide her, and jumped when she spoke in Shelly's ear. "You'll forgive me if I don't use the same trick to make sure you can't see." 

Shelly's cheeks burned as she heard the smile in the woman's voice. A moment later she felt a hand slip into hers and squeezed it, somehow knowing it was Jessica. 

"Okay," Brooke spoke up, "We don't have to travel far, but keep a hold of my hand. Brock will follow after, and I'll let you know when it's safe to remove the blindfolds." 

Brooke grabbed Shelly's other hand in a firm grip that belied her small frame. She placed one foot forward, testing the floor of the car, then berated herself. She knew the path was clear and would be until they got out of the Orange Bubble. She would have to trust Brooke to watch her footing after that. 

"Step out of the car now," Brooke guided her as she heard Brock's mechanical legs following them. "Good. Now the path is mostly flat, with only a few turns until we get to the building. I'll let you know if you need to avoid anything. Okay, Jessica, go ahead and step down. There you go. Now just follow me." 

Brooke guided them a small distance and true to her word, whenever something might slip them up in the slightest, the mermaid warned them. 

Shelly had no idea where they were, or if they were even in the same country. The Orange Bubble could travel faster than airplanes, and was infinitely safer. Chances were that if they weren't still in the U.S., they were in Canada, but there was no way to know for sure. The humidity in the air was tolerable, and not overpowering, and the temperature was somewhere in the eighties. 

"We're entering the building where the portal is. The floor is smooth, but we'll have to go down a few flights of stairs. Don't worry Brock, those legs were designed to be able to maneuver in any terrain. Your dad wanted to make sure you wouldn't be limited to one place anymore." 

Shelly didn't know what Brooke considered a few flights of stairs, but her legs were tired by the time they were informed that they'd reached their floor. Brooke guided them for a couple more minutes down winding hallways, or what Shelly assumed were winding hallways. 

She knew the moment they went through the portal. The solid floor turned to dirt and rock beneath her feet and her ears wanted to pop from the change in pressure, but the blindfold wasn't taken off right away. 

"Who are they?" a deep voice demanded, followed by what Shelly thought sounded like an angry purr. 

"I've told you about Shelly Lance, and this is Jessica..." Brooke started to answer, but trailed off when she didn't know Jessica's last name. 

"I'm Jessica Angel," she replied for herself. 

"Yeah, well, what about... By the Pillars, is that Brock? Nice legs man!" 

"Thanks Erwin. My dad just got them for me." There was no doubting the amount of pride in Brock's voice at his new gift. 

"Humph," the man grunted. "That doesn't explain why you brought them here, Brooke. This place is supposed to remain hidden. What do you think you're doing by bringing them here?" 

"Varun is dead, Erwin," Brooke's voice was solemn. 

Shelly itched to take off the blindfold, but she remembered Brooke's warning to wait. She didn't like the way this Erwin guy was treating her stepmom but she also sensed a subtle danger about him. She could shift into the form of a shield or sword with a simple thought, and since Jessica was still holding her hand, she would be armed or protected as needed. She was hesitant to do so, not wanting to turn this situation into something more dangerous than it already was. 

"Sucks to be him, then." Erwin's response to Brooke's statement shocked her. "Seems we've been losing Pillars a fair amount in the last couple decades. That one was a bit too uppity for my tastes anyway. Did your hubby finally do him in?" 

"This is serious," Brooke stated in a tone Shelly knew well. It was the same tone she used when teaching the twins how to fight, and she thought they weren't trying hard enough. Sheldon had received that tone more than Shelly, and every time, her brother ended up sprawled on the ground, a new bruise forming somewhere. It wasn't that Brooke was violent, but she didn't tolerate fools very well. "Remember the amount of chaos that followed the Chaos War? Lysa and Angela did their best, but a lot of bad things happened while they were learning to control their powers." 

"Heh, they should have called that time the Second Chaos War. Volcanoes going off all the time, and windstorms whipping up enough sand to shred an ogre in seconds. Hell, remember that new volcano that suddenly appeared in Egypt about a year after your hubby destroyed that outsider? Baffled scientists, until our world became common knowledge over there." 

"That's why we're trying to find out who did it," Brock piped up. "We don't want them doing it to any other Pillars." 

"Meh, they could take out the Pillar of Darkness for all I care. He's not exactly a friendly guy either. And that Pillar of Light? I hear he's pretty stuffy and won't see anyone." The man chuckled, but Shelly couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Pillars were what allowed them all to live in this world. That's why they're called the Pillars! "None of them matter to us down here. It's not like the water can hurt us after the way you built this place, and as long as Gaia doesn't find out we're here, none of the other Pillars will learn of us." Erwin's voice gained a hard edge as he continued to speak. "But bringing strangers here is a good way for others to find out about us. You know the rules as well as I do, Brooke. They need to die." 

Shelly didn't understand what was going on. She was blind, but what the man was saying made no sense. Gaia knew about everything that touched her ground. It didn't matter whether it was in this realm, or Earth. She didn't watch everything at once, but to think that there might be something going on under her nose was laughable. Unless... This wasn't ground under her feet, but something else. 

The sounds of blades being drawn broke the momentary silence. Shelly decided to act. She'd seen Jessica fight with a sword and decided that would be the perfect shape to take. Sheldon's shirt fell away from her eyes as she formed her hand into the hilt and the rest of her body twisted into a sharp, three foot long blade. She had to shift much of her mass out or she would have been too heavy for Jessica to wield. She didn't know where that mass went, only that it was there for her when she needed to change back. When she formed into things with greater mass, she had to absorb mass from objects around her. She hated doing that, though. It made her feel bloated for days afterwards. 




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Once she was done, she allowed herself to see from just above the cross guard. It was the most stable place to be able to look around. 

They were surrounded. She didn't recognize any of them, or what they were. Many of them were misshapen, and twisted. Their leader was a tall, dark man with what appeared to be cat ears on his head, and whiskers by his black nose. His fingers looked dangerous with their claws, but it was the twin daggers in his hands that worried Shelly. 

A quick glance towards the woman holding her showed that Jessica had removed her blindfold also. 

Erwin purred with excitement as he grinned at them. Shelly could tell that he was excited to fight. She didn't feel as confident in their survival. 

"Erwin, put those blades away!" Brooke snapped in a tone that implied he was an idiot, without saying the words. Shelly noticed that the mermaid hadn't drawn her blades. "Think! I know what the risks are if any of you are found out. If I didn't think they could be trusted, I wouldn't have brought them." She turned to Shelly and Jessica. "And you two! I told you not to take off the blindfolds. I swear you're almost as bad as your father was when he was a teenager, Shelly." 

"But—" Jessica used Shelly to point at those surrounding them. 

"No buts!" Brooke shouted. Brock and even the creatures around them took a step back. Brooke might look like a small woman, but all knew what she was capable of. 

Shelly let herself change back, but kept holding Jessica's hand just in case. Brooke waited until she was fully changed, before turning back to the rest of the crowd. 

"Do you really think I would endanger all of you after what I went through to make this place?" Erwin looked sheepish as Brooke berated him, but he didn't put his blades away. "Erwin..." Brooke placed her hands on her own blades. With as much grace as a frightened cat has, Erwin sheathed his daggers. 

"Damn it, Brooke," Erwin muttered. "I was just making sure. We can't be too careful. If you vouch for them, we can let them be." He must have found a bit of his backbone as he looked back up to meet Brooke's green eyes. "But if they tell about this place, it's on your head." 

"They won't tell," Brooke promised for them. 

Shelly wasn't sure what it was she wasn't supposed to tell. All she knew was that a bunch of creatures she didn't recognize were hiding—even from the nearly all-knowing Gaia—and Brooke had somehow helped build this place. 

Erwin turned to Brock and held out his hand. "Welcome home, Brock. We've missed having your smiling face around for a bit." 

Brock shook it and returned the aforementioned grin. "Glad to be home, Mr. Schrödinger." 

* * * * 

Shelly realized she was staring. It couldn't be, she thought. There's no way. He should be dead. She thought she'd heard something about the man having committed suicide, but that must have been faked, if this was really Erwin Schrödinger. 

"We haven't had any trouble down here," Erwin said between bites of his fish. Shelly had a strong stomach, but she felt queasy as she watched the cat-man eat. The ground felt unsteady, but it looked solid enough. "I was sad to hear that Varun had captured you, but you understand why we couldn't come help." 

"The secrecy of this place is more important than one life," Brooke agreed as though it hadn't been her life in the balance. "That's why we have our rules." 

"Rules that you broke," Erwin gestured to Shelly and Jessica. 

"This place is more important than one life, but not all lives," Brooke returned. "There may come a time when you have to leave here and return to the world above." 

Shelly hadn't noticed her surroundings when she'd lost her blindfold, but they were deep underground. What she had at first mistaken for a sky, was a vast array of glowing gray moss on the ceiling above a huge cavern. Houses were built up, some of them built out of the very ground, but she couldn't tell where they got the materials to do it. There was no vegetation in sight. 

"Why should we fight for anyone?" Erwin responded. "If they knew we existed, they'd kill us without a second thought." 

"You're crossbreeds!" Jessica spluttered, making Shelly jump. 

She looked around and realized what should have been obvious from the beginning. It explained why she couldn't identify most of the creatures around her. She cursed herself for not having caught it. She was too wrapped up in the cat-man's identity. Erwin Schrödinger. Schrödinger's cat. Schrödinger was a cat, or at least a cat-man. Was he always that way, or did something happen? 

"Yes, most of us are," Erwin glared at Jessica. "Some of us are just cursed, but Brooke and a few others have gone out of their way to help us. I'd appreciate it if you didn't go around telling anyone about us. We've worked hard to keep this place a secret from the Pillars. I'd hate to think what they'd do if they heard even a whisper about us." While his words seemed casual, his tone conveyed the threat behind them. 

"But how do you hide from Gaia?" Shelly asked. It didn't make any sense. 

"This is a floating underground island," Brooke smiled. "Gaia can only see what's touching her Earth. Since this chunk of rock isn't touching her Earth, she can't see it. It also means that nothing will grow here, without her influence. We're constantly working to supply this place, while keeping everything secret." 

Something in the mermaid's voice told Shelly she wasn't saying everything, but Shelly knew better than to ask. The fact that they were on a floating island explained why she was feeling queasy also. She saw Jessica nodding to Brooke's words. Shelly wondered if she was going to bring up her heritage, but Jessica remained silent. Shelly didn't blame her. Sometimes you kept a secret for so long, you continued to keep it when it didn't matter. 

"When Mom comes to visit me, she brings me stuff and I bring it here," Brock said. "We're quite the clandestine operation." He seemed quite proud. 

Something else clicked in Shelly's head. "That's how you plan on getting into Varun's, I mean, Poseidon's demesne. This place is connected there somehow." 

Brooke nodded. "There is a large tunnel with an underground river going from here to the Pillar of Water's area. We'll use that to infiltrate Poseidon's area while you and Jessica talk to Marchosias." 

Shelly tried not to let her shoulders slump. She didn't know where in the Shadow World they were, but she knew where Marchosias's island lay, and it was a far distance from the border between Earth and Water. She was exhausted from the lack of sleep last night, followed by the fight for their lives against the Paladonic Knights and Daughters of Respite. Knowing that she would have to travel that distance, then try to get information out of Marchosias didn't appeal to her. 

Jessica must have sensed her emotions, because she reached over and gripped Shelly's hand. Shelly felt comforted by the gesture and squeezed back, earning herself a smile from her beautiful girlfriend. 

"If you think we're going to embroil ourselves in your affairs just because you created this space for us, you're wrong." Erwin pounded the table, making Shelly jump. Unfortunately, his hand struck his fork, and sent it flying into Brooke's chest. It fell to her lap where she looked at it for a moment. With more calm than Shelly could have mustered, the mermaid picked up the fork, examined the chunks of food still stuck on it, then flung it back at Erwin with lightning speed. The cat-man flinched as it brushed past one of his black pointy ears and embedded itself on the wall behind him. 

"It doesn't matter what I think," Brooke said in a tone that made ice seem hot by comparison. There was no anger on her face, and she appeared perfectly calm, but her green eyes matched her voice. "But if you think that hiding out here will keep you safe while the Pillars are struck down, then you're a bigger fool than I thought." 

Erwin glared at Brooke, but the effect was ruined as he licked the back of one hand, then used it to wipe at his offended ear. "I learned a long time ago not to meddle in things that I shouldn't." 

"You couldn't have known that the cat you were using for your experiments was the favorite of a fairy," Brooke replied. Her voice warmed, but it was the difference between an Antarctic night and an Antarctic morning. "This concerns you and every other creature living in this world. If the Pillars fall, this world goes with it. Perhaps all of creation." 

"Bah!" Erwin growled and his lips curled, showing sharp fangs. His golden eyes flashed as he met Brooke's stare. "We heard the same thing during the Chaos War, and look how that turned out. Someone will always come along and save us." 

"There was a prophecy that time," Brooke stated. Her voice lost whatever warmth it had gained, and if anything, grew harder. She still looked relaxed, but Shelly noticed one hand was close to the blade on her left hip. "And my husband didn't do it alone. A lot of good creatures died, ensuring this world survived. Lyden wasn't the only hero." 

"And now we come to the crux of things." Shelly heard Erwin purr as he spoke, as though he'd caught a mouse he was ready to pounce on. "You need fodder for your armies. You want us to sacrifice ourselves so our betters can live on to fight another day." 

Shelly couldn't believe the audacity of this man. Brooke had helped create a space where he and other outcasts could survive without being persecuted, and his way of repaying her was to act like this? 

"You are the most pompous, egotistical, self-righteous man I have ever met," Jessica spoke up. Erwin looked away from the mermaid with an expression that said he was shocked anyone would dare interrupt his conversation with Brooke. "She hasn't asked for your help, you imbecile. She was warning you of what might come." 

"Jessica—" Brooke tried to intervene, but Jessica kept going. 

"A Pillar is dead, and the rest are in danger. How can you choose to sit here in your little hole, pretending the outside world doesn't exist? Hell, you can pretend your balls are the size of watermelons and your cock is as big as your arm, but from where I'm sitting, neither one of them even exists. Pretending whether something is real or not doesn't make it exist, or mean you can ignore it." 

"My cock and balls are plenty real, girl!" the werecat snarled and jumped to his feet. He reached into his pants and laid his genitals on the table. "That real enough for you?" 

Shelly was impressed with the man's boldness, if not with the material presented. Sheldon's is bigger, she thought, then shrugged that uncomfortable idea away. Why would she think of him? She'd been with other men who were larger than this guy. Erwin was just a little bigger than average. 

"That depends," Jessica sneered. "Does it bluster and preen itself like its master, or does it actually do something?" 

"Jessica!" Brooke snapped, losing her calm demeanor. 

Shelly saw Brock trying to hold back his laughter at Jessica's insult. Shelly found herself struggling not to laugh at the comical way Erwin's black-furred face turned slack at Jessica's words. Jessica didn't look away from the cat-man. 

After a couple of tense seconds, Erwin's lips curled up as he burst out laughing. "By the Pillars, you've got a sharp tongue on you, girl. You're right. I've spent so long trying to hide who and what I am. I was once a great scientist, you know that? Then one day a fairy catches up to me. Imagine my surprise in finding out fairies are real! Ends up, one of the strays I'd used to prove a hypothesis had been his favorite. As punishment for my actions, he made me into this. I still remember the way he chuckled as he flew away. That was almost a century ago. Not only did that little sprite curse me, but he made me immortal to boot so I could suffer for all time. I had to fake a suicide to hide what had happened, and that wasn't easy! He made sure his insult was felt all the time also. When no one is looking at me, I'm a normal human, but the second I'm observed, I become this cat-person. I had to hide what I was, until Brooke found me. It looks like it took someone like you to help me remember my humanity." 

"I didn't ask for your history, old man," Jessica said, though she'd lost her anger. 

Erwin chuckled some more, then turned to Brooke. "You'll need some supplies, though you know we don't have much. It also looks like you're about dead on your feet. Get some rest. We'll have the boat prepped and ready for you when you wake up." He stood and walked to the door, leaving them alone. 

"Can we trust him?" Shelly asked as soon as she felt it was safe. Chances were that with those ears, Erwin had exceptional hearing. 

"We can trust him to keep his skin whole," Brooke said. She looked over to Jessica with a shrewd look. "That was a very foolish thing you did. Erwin is their leader here. No matter how much Brock and I have helped them, if he told this community to kill us, they would." 

"Sorry," Jessica apologized. "I just couldn't take any more of his self-righteous bullshit." 

They were all silent for a while. Shelly was still trying to understand how this city came to be. The amount of energy required in creating this space, or the floating island, and set up the whole thing was more than she could imagine. Then, for there to be a portal here from Earth... She thought only the Pillars were strong enough to fabricate those. That meant that at least one Pillar knew about this place, but which one? The most likely answer was Aunt Lysa. She was a crossbreed, just as all of Lyden's children were. Though she wasn't really the twins' aunt. She would have been the most likely to sympathize with this group. Were there others strong enough to create portals? What about the Firsts? 

If there was a First working with them... 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Erwin returning. "I already have food being prepared for you at Brock's hut. It's a little crowded in there for the four of you. I have room here if you girls want to stay." The way Erwin purred as he added that last statement gave Shelly the creeps. 

Before she could respond, Brooke spoke up. "That'll work great, Erwin. But I think the girls should stay at Brock's place. I think they'd be more comfortable there. If you don't mind, Brock and I will stay here. It'll give us the chance to set down more plans for tomorrow and let them rest." 

If Erwin was disappointed, he hid it well. 

"Come on!" Brock said cheerfully as his mechanical legs carried him past them. "I'll show you where I live." 

In all the years she'd known her half-brother/sister, it never occurred to her to wonder where he lived. She'd never had any interest in seeing the home of the sibling that made her uncomfortable to be around. 

Now that she knew what to look for, she took in her surroundings once outside. The air was humid, but not cloyingly so. The ground was solid, but she could sense the slight motion as the island rocked on the water. Some of the homes were built out of wood, and because they were underground, they didn't have to worry about bad weather. More were made from the ground itself, dug out of the very rock they lived on. High overhead, moss gave off a strong grayish white glow that reminded Shelly of an overcast sky. 

Brock—wait, now he was Bridgette. She hated when he did that—led them to one of the homes built into the rock. A tall hill rose up, and carved into the side were some steps leading down to a wooden door. Bridgette placed her hand against the door, and a moment later Shelly noticed a gentle glow rise and then fade before the door opened. Even in a place inhabited by those that relied on one another to survive, they still had to lock their doors. 

Jessica stopped Bridgette before she could lead them in. "You know, it can be a bit disconcerting when you keep changing genders like that. Why don't you pick one and stay that way?" 

Shelly had often wondered the same thing, but was afraid it would have been rude to ask. Bridgette didn't seem to mind, though, and smiled. 

"Honestly? Because I know it bothers some people and those that it does, deserve to be bothered." She walked inside as she continued speaking, though her words filled Shelly with guilt. "I used to get teased a lot when I was younger, but Dad showed me that there was nothing wrong with who I am. He taught me that it didn't matter what my gender was, as long as I was happy with who I was. Some situations work better when I'm a woman, and some work better as a man. I like being Brock around Dad. I think he relates to me better that way, though I know he loves me no matter what. Erwin likes to stare at my breasts when I'm Bridgette, so I usually stay as Brock around him. I decided to be Bridgette now, so it's just us girls." 

Bridgette showed them her small but cozy home, while Shelly reexamined her feelings towards this sibling. She'd always been uncomfortable around him/her because of her ability to change genders, but how was that any different than the twins' ability to change shape? It was still the same person inside. 

This home made the house she shared with Sheldon look huge. There was a small entryway that doubled as a sitting room, an equally small cooking area, and two smaller rooms attached. 

"Mom doesn't stay here often," Bridgette told them. "So, I don't need a lot of room. Since I was always bound to the water, I never left my room." Shelly poked her head in and saw that the room was nothing more than a pool of water. "There's an underwater tunnel that leads to the back door, and that's how I usually come and go. I can't believe Dad got me these awesome legs!" 

"They work well for you!" Shelly told her, deciding to treat her better from now on. 

"You two can sleep in here. The bed is a little small, but neither of you are big so you should be fine." Bridgette showed them Brooke's room. The bed was big enough that they'd both fit, but small enough that they'd have to cuddle. She didn't mind that thought at all. In fact, as she looked at the bed, she had to stifle a yawn. The day had been a full one, and she was looking forward to some sleep. 

"I'd better get back to Mom," Bridgette said with a smile at Shelly's yawn. "Erwin is all right, but I've seen the way he looks at my chest when I'm in this form. I swear, if he weren't half cat and hated getting wet, he'd have tried to get with me a long time ago." 

Shelly laughed at the thought of a cat trying to get with someone who was half a fish. 

"He won't try anything on Brooke while she's alone with him, will he?" Jessica asked. Shelly appreciated that her girlfriend was concerned about Shelly's stepmom, but Jessica couldn't know what Brooke was capable of. 

Bridgette laughed before answering. "No, he wouldn't dare. Mom could kick his ass, and he wouldn't dare do anything to offend Dad. Everyone knows what Dad did and respects him." She looked around for a moment before adding, "Sorry there's not much in the way of accommodations, but help yourselves. I'm sure Mom will come get you in the morning." 

Shelly's odd sibling left them, though she resolved to become better friends with her in the future. 

"You dad seems like a pretty cool guy," Jessica stated as the door closed behind Bridgette. 

"Yeah," Shelly said, wondering where this was coming from. "Some people don't like the fact that he has so many wives, or that he has so many powerful friends, but I tend to like him." She meant to say it light heartedly, but knew she meant it. 

"He's smart, open minded, strong—" 

"You're not crushing on my dad, are you?" Shelly asked, bothered at the concept. 

"What?" Jessica asked with wide eyes. "No! Eww. It's just that you don't meet many men like that. I can see parts of him in you that make you so wonderful." 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 06



Shelly couldn't help but blush at the compliment. She knew her dad was awesome, but this was the first time she'd ever been paid a compliment like this. 

"I know you're tired," Jessica said as Shelly felt her hand rest on her lower back, "but I was kind of hoping I could apologize for my behavior earlier." 

Shelly turned to her and smiled. "You already apologized." She placed her hand on Jessica's cheek and looked into her blue eyes. "We all make snap judgments. The hard part is realizing our mistakes and apologizing, which you've already done." 

"But I wanted to apologize," Jessica stressed and used her hand on Shelly's back to pull them close. 

Understanding flooded Shelly as she felt the other woman's lips brush hers. "Well why didn't you say so?" Shelly asked as a grin split her lips. She was tired, sure, but sleeping could wait. 

Jessica's arms tightened as Shelly placed hers around the back of the woman's neck. Their lips were soft as they came back together. There was no urgency in the kiss, no driving passion, but it was filled with tender care. The two women stood there for a moment in each other's arms, enjoying the security they felt at having one another. 

Despite enjoying the slow pace of the kiss, it was Shelly that first opened her mouth to let her tongue explore the other woman's. Jessica opened to her, and their tongues met in a slow dance, twisting and brushing against the other. Jessica's mouth was sweet as their bodies pressed together. 

Her heart quickened when Jessica lowered her hands to Shelly's rear, fondling her. Shelly brought her hands between them, moving to the hem of Jessica's shirt and pulled it up to her neck. Neither one wanted to break the kiss, so she reached around to her back and undid the strap of her bra. 

Jessica slipped her arms out of the shirt and bra, though the shirt still hung around her neck. Shelly capitalized on the other woman's free breasts and took each of the perfect mounds in one hand. Jessica moaned into their shared kiss as Shelly brushed her thumbs her girlfriend's nipples. 

She felt Jessica's hands slide up her rear to her shirt, and soon her shirt was around her neck and her bra was on the floor. 

Shelly had to release her girlfriend's breasts as Jessica pulled them together again. Her own breasts molded around Jessica's firm mounds. She wrapped her arms around the slender woman, tightening the press between them. The feeling of bare skin on bare skin sent a shiver through her. 

Even though they had fooled around in the Orange Bubble earlier, Shelly felt her crotch slicken with desire. When in the car, it had been a mad rush to get each other off and heal, but this time they could enjoy themselves. 

"Come on," Jessica pulled away and smiled. She grabbed Shelly's hand and tugged her into the bedroom, while pulling her shirt over her head with the other hand. For the briefest of seconds, Shelly was uncomfortable with the idea of having sex on her stepmom's bed, but when Jessica turned and gave her dazzling smile, she didn't care. She could always remove the sheets first, or do it on the carpeted floor. When Jessica bit her bottom lip, reached out and thumbed her right nipple, then pulled her into another kiss, she quit worrying and just enjoyed her girlfriend's hands on her body. Her thighs grew slick as her pussy leaked out its desires. 

Shelly stripped off her shirt and they both removed their pants before falling to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Shelly ended up on her back with Jessica's right leg between her thighs, pressed up against her moist slit. 

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Jessica said, sending a thrill through Shelly at the compliment. 

"You're a sweet talker," she replied and then moaned as Jessica pressed her thigh hard against the juncture of Shelly's thighs. "But I like it," she finished and pulled Jessica's face down to hers. Shelly ground her snatch against the other woman's leg. Her hips lifted and fell as her crotch slid across Jessica's naked thigh. Every motion sent sensations of bliss through her, radiating up from her clit and blossoming into her stomach and chest. 

Jessica pulled her head away, then dropped it to nuzzle into Shelly's neck. She felt her teeth graze her sensitive skin, though she didn't bite, sending another thrill through her. Jessica moved her leg away, causing Shelly to groan in frustration. She was getting close! A couple more seconds and she would have cum. 

Jessica's mouth trailed down Shelly's collarbone, but it was the woman's hand against her moist sex that made Shelly gasp. She felt one finger slide in, easily slipping between her damp folds. She gasped again when Jessica's lips brushed across one stiff nipple. Shelly gripped the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. She tossed her head from side to side as she soaked Jessica's hand. 

It took her a few breaths to regain her senses. She tried to sit up, but Jessica pressed her back down. 

"I want to return the favor," Shelly moaned, wanting to press her lips against every inch of this fantastic woman. 

"Maybe when I'm done apologizing," Jessica grinned. "Besides, I'm enjoying myself. 

Shelly decided to let her have her way. Besides, it wasn't like she wasn't enjoying Jessica's 'apology.' 

Jessica dropped her head down and trailed kisses across Shelly's flat stomach to her right hip, and then her thigh. She felt hot breath pass her vulva before Jessica nipped lightly on the inside of her other thigh. She jumped, but it turned into a moan as she felt a tongue slide along her thigh, back towards her hungry heated pussy. Jessica used her mouth to open Shelly's petals. She felt her tongue poking at her hole, lapping up her juices. Jessica moved her muscle around in a random pattern, keeping Shelly on edge, but not sending her over that proverbial cliff. Her clit felt ignored as Jessica continued to focus on her opening. She tried to shift her hips to let the woman know what she wanted, but Jessica seemed to anticipate her movements, moving perfectly in time to keep from touching that magical button. 

Just when she thought she was going to lose her mind, Jessica shifted up and sucked hard on her clit. At the same time, Shelly felt fingers penetrate her again and rub along the top wall of her burning canal. This didn't just tip her over the edge, but launched her off it. Her body shuddered as she screamed in rapture. She was no longer in control of her body, but she couldn't think clearly enough to care. Her entire world centered on the tingling in her skin, the fluttering in her stomach, the curling of her toes as she thrashed around on the bed, and the feeling of those fingers still pumping into her, stretching out her blissful orgasm. 

"Okay!" Shelly croaked as she reached down and pulled the fingers out of her. "By the Pillars, I've never had an orgasm like that before!" 

"Am I forgiven?" Jessica asked with an impish grin crossing her face. 

"I already told you that you were," Shelly sighed in exasperation. "Now get up and, so I can return the favor!" 

She tried to pull Jessica up, but she was a bit weak after that powerful climax. Jessica didn't resist, though, lithely moving up Shelly's body until they could kiss. Shelly tasted her own juices on the other woman's lips. It increased her hunger, and she reached down to grab Jessica's firm butt cheeks. This time the kiss was filled with passion. It was almost scary how much Shelly desired this woman. Any fear she might have had was pressed to the background, however, as Shelly needed to please this woman. 

With a growl, Shelly rolled them over, almost knocking Jessica off the small bed in her haste. They readjusted, this time with the black haired beauty on her back. 

Shelly dove for her perfect breasts, lavishing the nipples with her tongue as she lowered her right hand to Jessica's cunt. It was soaked, the viscous liquid pouring from her swollen petals. She slipped three fingers into her, before she was aware of her desire to do so. Jessica bucked against the invading digits, moaning in rapture. The sound of her moans went through Shelly like a lightning bolt, fueling her desires and driving her on. 

She lowered herself down Jessica's fit body without removing her fingers. She didn't have the patience to tease as Jessica had, and attacked the nubbin at the juncture at the top of her inner labia. Jessica jerked as Shelly brought her over the top, ramming her fingers into her well saturated pussy. 

Shelly wished she had a large cock to ram her the way she was pounding her fingers into Jessica. Her insides felt empty. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a thick piece of meat thrusting into her, but for some reason she thought it hadn't been that long ago. Hell, she'd even accept Erwin's average penis right then. If Brock walked in right then, she didn't know if she could keep herself off of him. She was so horny right that moment, the fact that it was her brother only slightly bothered her. 

She was just debating on going to get him, when Jessica got her attention again by pulling her back up and into a kiss. She wrapped her legs around Shelly's thighs, giving her whole body a strong hug. Despite none of her erogenous zones being stimulated, Shelly felt another climax crash through her. She couldn't remember ever being this aroused. What was it about this woman that turned her on so much? 

"Get some rest," Jessica whispered as she tucked Shelly under the covers. Shelly still felt empty inside, but after three powerful orgasms, exhaustion won out. Maybe she could talk to Erwin before they left tomorrow. She had no doubt he would be happy to fill her holes. 

Jessica walked to the door of the small room and looked back, but Shelly barely noticed as her eyelids drooped and sleep overtook her. She thought Jessica might have left, but when she woke the next morning, her girlfriend was holding her tight. Warmth spread through the twin as she remembered their shared bliss, but not much else from last night's coupling.



The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 07



An old frienemy appears, and Shlee gets the scoop of a lifetime. Too bad someone is still hell-bent on killing the President. 

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Presidential Treatment 

Eldon stepped out of the Orange Bubble and looked around. "Where are we?" he asked Shlee as she stepped out after Gloria, but before the President. 

They stood next to what appeared to be an abandoned factory in an abandoned part of some business district. Not exactly the type of place Eldon would have picked for a Presidential Conference. 

"This is a place known only to a few," Shlee responded, not answering his question. "Hopefully my aunt will be here already, setting up. Frank will be a few more minutes before he can catch up to that amazing car." 

That amazing car sped away to drop off its other passengers. Eldon panicked for the slightest moment, feeling alone despite the three women with him. It was rare when the twins were separated for any length of time. He relaxed a second later. She would be safe, and how much safer could he be with an ancient goddess and a werewolf at his side? 

"Your aunt?" Gloria asked with a look of concern. Eldon didn't understand why the succubus was concerned, unless she'd read something from someone else's mind. 

"Aunt Miranda," Shlee replied. 

Eldon remembered hearing something about a werewolf named Miranda once. Something his father told him during one of his stories. As a kid, Eldon loved hearing about his father's adventures. As an adult—and hearing them for the hundredth time—they grew stale. What was it about that name? Miranda wasn't the most common name around. Shlee Olsen... 

Eldon felt the blood drain from his face as he finally recalled where he knew that name. "Miranda Olsen?" he demanded. He grabbed Shlee's shoulder and spun her around to face him. "Agent Miranda Olsen?" His voice rose as he spoke, fear and anger mixing in equal amounts. "As in the woman that repeatedly tried to kill my dad? The woman that belongs to the Daughters of Respite and wants to kill every living thing from the Shadow World?" 

"Belonged to the Daughters of Respite," a strong female voice called from the building. "I haven't worked for them in decades." The woman that exited the factory was tall and broad shouldered. She had thick hair that looked black except where the sun reflected brown highlights. She had a small nose and a slightly pointed chin with a few freckles on her cheeks. Dad had always described her as the plainest looking woman he'd ever known, though she looked more handsome than anything else. 

"Thank you for letting us use your place, Aunt Miranda," Shlee said as she hugged the older woman. 

Eldon couldn't put an age to Miranda's face, though he knew she had to be in her forties or fifties based on what he knew of her. Eldon wished he had a weapon on him right then. Despite her words, he didn't trust her. 

"It's not every day I get the President of the United States come to pay a visit," Miranda said with a smile. She turned to face Eldon and Gloria. The smile didn't slip. "You look just like your father, though the hair color is darker. You have the same eyes. Those eyes used to give me nightmares, but that was a long time ago also." 

Eldon felt Gloria's arm slip around him. "I believe her." Eldon looked at her, raising one eyebrow, asking if she could read her mind. "No, but I think I understand her." She spoke low enough that Eldon was sure only he could hear, until Shlee spoke up. 

"Aunt Miranda was kidnapped as a girl and taught that all magical creatures were evil, never knowing that she was a werewolf until my dad rescued her. She's been invaluable in slowing down and weakening the D.O.R.." 

Eldon remembered Lyden mentioning that Shlee's dad owed him a favor. Had Lyden helped save this woman? Eldon couldn't remember hearing that story. 

"There's no sense in waiting out here," President Louise said. She marched towards the factory and disappeared inside. 

"Wait!" Eldon tried to stop her. He was supposed to help protect her. He appreciated a leader who wasn't afraid to take charge or move forward, but if she got hurt while he was supposed to be protecting her, his dad would kill him. 

Eldon ran after her, with Gloria chuckling for some reason behind. When he entered the factory, he came to a dead stop. He wasn't prepared for what he saw. He expected to see concrete columns, hanging chains, broken glass, and other items one might expect to find in an abandoned factory. He didn't expect to find the President sitting on a couch with a large holographic screen showing the news on mute. Carpet covered the floor and Eldon could see partitions set up to separate out rooms. This was someone's home. 

"Is that what the building looked like after we left?" Martha Louise asked. "We were rushed out of there so fast, I didn't get a good look at it." The news feed on the holographic television was showing a burning building. Not just any burning building, but the one they'd been in. 

Something tickled the back of Eldon's mind, a question he wanted answered. "Where was your secret service?" 

Martha looked at him with an odd expression for a couple seconds before responding. "They should have been right outside the door. They know they can trust your father. Didn't you see them when you came in?" 

"No one was guarding your door when I brought them to you, Ma'am," Shlee said. 

Martha's eyebrows pressed together as she took that in. "I didn't think about it before, but we should have had some warning before that attack. They shouldn't have made it past my men. Does that mean they were in on it?" She shook her head a moment later. "No, I can't believe that. I've known Anderson since I was a governor. He's a loyal man. Oh, God I hope he's not dead." 

"I can't tell you much," Shlee offered, "but I didn't smell any violence before we entered. I didn't even think about the fact that the Secret Service men were missing when we entered. Good thinking, Eldon." 

Eldon felt warmed by the compliment, all the more so because it came from a beautiful woman. 

"You do like her," Gloria whispered into his ear. "I'll have to remember that." He jumped as she spoke, but calmed when he felt her lips brush his neck. Thank goodness Gloria wasn't the jealous type! 

Despite Gloria having whispered the words, the look on Shlee's face said she heard. It must be werewolf hearing or something. Eldon couldn't tell if she was pleased, or upset by what Gloria said. 

"So, either Anderson betrayed me, or—" 

"Or something else," Miranda cut the President off. "I know all too well not to ask too many questions when there's not enough information to be had." 

"If you've been helping bring down the Daughters," Eldon asked, still not trusting this woman, "why didn't you know that attack was coming?" 

Miranda bared her teeth at him, and Shlee glared, but he knew he had a valid question. "I haven't been on the inside since my brother rescued me," she snarled. "I've been helping by telling the authorities about how they operate, and where their secret bases were. I meant were because they aren't there anymore. From what I overheard, this was an operation by the Paladonic Knights, though I can tell from the news that they're spinning it a different way. They're claiming it was a bunch of evil monsters that attacked. I'm afraid the security footage supports them." She turned to her niece before continuing. "Shlee, you need to get the President in front of this. Right now they don't know if she's alive or dead. They're still sifting through the rubble. The Vice President is calling for all the local non-humans to be locked up until they can get a handle on what's going on." 

"Just waiting on Frank to show up with the camera," Shlee responded. "I've already talked to the station. They're ready to roll as soon as he gets here." 

As if on cue, they heard tires crunch on the gravel outside. Shlee went out to meet her cameraman. 

Eldon noticed Miranda looking at him. Considering she was a werewolf, the only way he could think to describe her look was hungry. He tried not to flinch when she walked over to him. 

"I never had the opportunity to apologize to your father," Miranda said as she held her hand out. "I don't blame you for not trusting me, but believe me when I say we're on the same side." 

Eldon hesitated for a moment, then decided to take the proffered hand. "He told us about how you tried to kill him multiple times." She gave him a sharp grin, showing fangs—actual fangs!—as her grip tightened. Eldon met her grip with his own strong squeeze. "He mentioned that you hated all magical creatures with a fanaticism only the brainwashed exhibit." 

Miranda's hand tightened, growing painful, but he didn't flinch. "I was brainwashed. From the time I was a child, I was told that werewolves killed my whole family. It wasn't until my brother rescued me that I learned the truth. The Daughters of Respite murdered my parents. My entire life became a lie." She reached to her side with her free hand and pulled up her shirt, revealing a dull pink scar across her otherwise smooth stomach. "When your father gave me this scar, he took away some of my immunity to magic. I didn't know it at the time, but on the next full moon, I changed. That was after Joey kidnapped me. He didn't speak to me for quite a while, and I thought he was getting ready to eat me. I guess he knew I wouldn't listen. After that first night as a werewolf, I wanted to kill myself. I'd become what I hated, or so I thought. It took years before Joey convinced me that I was always a werewolf, and that he was my brother." 

As she spoke, her hand tightened until Eldon was sure the bones in his hand were going to break. He stood his ground, even when Miranda's brown eyes started turning golden and he was certain her hand was becoming a paw. He remained silent, not sure how to respond to her unexpected history. 

"I'm glad to see you getting along," Shlee said as she entered the factory. Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she sniffed the air. 

Miranda's eyes returned to brown and her fangs retracted before she turned to her niece and released Eldon's hand. 

"I think the best place to do this will be right here on the couch," Miranda offered as she approached Frank. "If you put the camera here, the lighting will show the President's face in a strong profile. Shlee, you can sit here, and no one will know we're in an old factory." 

Gloria took Eldon's throbbing hand and pressed her lips against his knuckles. The pain from Miranda's grip fled before Gloria's tender care. He pulled the succubus into a hug, pressing his lips against the top of her head. He felt embarrassed for being grateful for the kindness. He preferred to act tough, but he knew Gloria would see through it. 

By the time Gloria pulled out of his arms, Miranda had everyone in their places. Shlee had a mic attached to her chest and was facing into the camera. The original plan had called for Gloria to impersonate the President, but that seemed overkill now, out in the middle of nowhere. If there was an assassin out there with Martha in their sights, they would see through the ruse. It would also mean that Miranda wasn't being honest. It was nearly impossible to follow the Orange Bubble, unless someone inside the car willed it, or they knew what its destination was. Either scenario was unlikely. 

"Thank you, Mark," Shlee stated with an air of professionalism. "Earlier today I was with the President, setting up an interview when we were attacked." She paused to listen to something from the speaker in her ear. "No, the attack was not executed by creatures from the Shadow World. It was perpetrated by humans in costume." Pause. "Ambassador Lyden Snow and his children protected the President and me, neutralizing the attackers. Before the explosion, their masks were ripped off. It was humans that attacked us." Pause. "I don't know who was behind it." 

Eldon knew she was lying, but didn't know why. She hadn't been there to interview Martha, but understood that there had to be a reason for her to be in the room with the President of the United States. But why wouldn't she tell them that the Paladonic Knights were behind the attack? This could put a nail in their coffin if she admitted it. Or was she trying to play the middle? He knew that she had an identity to protect, and if she came on too strong against humanity, it may hurt her fake identity as a news reporter. 

"There's no proof," Gloria said next to him. "If she made that claim, without proof, the P.K.'s would just deny it and their attorneys would roast her for libel. There needs to be evidence or she would lose credibility. Right now she needs as much credibility as she can keep." 

He knew his girlfriend couldn't read Shlee's mind, but had read his questions from his mind. He already knew that Gloria was an intelligent woman. Compared to her, he must appear to be an imbecile. 

"Not an imbecile," she chided him. "But you're just so cute!" Her shoulders shook with silent laughter as his cheeks burned. "The truth is, you're not a normal mortal. You're refreshing in a way I haven't seen in centuries. You're brave, strong, incredibly good looking, and not nearly as foolish as your sister would have you believe. Besides, I've had millennia to watch and understand human behavior." 

Eldon's cheeks burned hotter, and he decided to turn back to the news reporter. He saw that President Louise was speaking. "...times of hardship like this that we need to come together as a nation. This wasn't an attack on me, but my policies and the American way of life. This country was founded by immigrants and people coming from all walks of life to live on this great soil. This attack is nothing more than a cowardly show of racism. I am not daunted in the clear duty I have before me, nor is my belief that our two worlds can get along." 

"What about the attacks that have occurred in the Shadow World on Humans?" Shlee asked. Eldon wanted to charge forward and scream at her for pointing that out. All that comment could do was hurt their standing. Then he remembered what he'd thought about Shlee having to take the middle ground. She was doing her job as a news reporter, regardless of what her personal feelings were. She was digging for the facts, rather than spouting opinion. 

"Ambassador Snow and I were discussing that very thing before the attack," the President responded. She gave Shlee a shrewd look, which turned to one of respect. Eldon suspected that she'd realized what Shlee was doing also. "He's created a task force to combat the threat from that end, and was asking for my approval to recruit humans into that task force." 

Shlee paused for a moment before responding to Martha's words. "Such a move would help create peace between the two worlds, but only if magical creatures came here to do the same. Madame President, are you proposing that the two worlds work together in an ongoing peace initiative?" 

Eldon realized his jaw was hanging open. If what the President was saying was true—and he had no reason to doubt her—it would mean unprecedented access for both worlds to have access to the other. On the one hand, creatures from the Shadow World have been visiting Earth for centuries, though most of humanity was oblivious to that fact. On the other hand, it was illegal for a human to travel to the Shadow World until shortly after the Chaos War. Becky and Lyden Snow had worked hard to allow the two worlds to comingle in peace. A unified protective force from both worlds would go far to make that happen. 

Martha gave an easy laugh. "At this point, Ms. Olsen, I'm not proposing anything. You know what it's like trying to get a bill passed as law. It could be years before anything happens. Right now I'm putting the thought out there for the public. If it's something the public wants, then they should write their congressional member and let them know." 

Shlee touched the piece in her ear and listened to Mark back in the studio. "I'm being told we're low on time, Madame President. Is there anything else you'd like to say?" 

Martha Louise looked directly into the camera as her face became stone. "I am not afraid of those that attacked me today. I want to be clear on this point. Neither I, nor the American public, will bow down to terrorists and their ilk. Cowardly acts that have to hide behind costumes to press their own agenda will not sway me. We will find out who was behind this attack and bring the cowards to justice." 

Frank turned the camera to Shlee who was grinning from ear to ear. "You heard it here first. Our President has a backbone made of granite and a determination just as hard. If you were behind that attack, and you're watching this, I'd start running now." She glanced at the President and smiled wider, if that were possible. "Of course, since the President of the United States of America, Ambassador Snow—the hero of the Chaos War—along with his children, and I were the victims of that attack, I'm not sure the moon is far enough away for you to escape. This is Shlee Olsen, signing off after an exclusive interview with President Martha Louise. Back to you Mark." 

"Aaand, we're off," Frank said from behind the camera. "Damn, Shlee! Remind me never to piss you off." He turned to the President and tripped over himself as he tried to bow and hold his left hand out to shake while saluting with his right. "It's such an honor to meet you, Ma'am. An honor!" 

Martha stood and took his hand, while somehow managing to smile in a way that didn't insult Frank for his awkward behavior, and at the same time put him at ease. 

Shlee and Miranda cocked their heads towards the door at the same time, making Eldon tense. He'd already experienced the werewolves' acute sense of hearing. 

"Someone's here," Miranda said as she moved to the doorway. 

"Really?" Frank asked, oblivious that he was only one of two humans in the room. "I didn't hear anything." 

"It should be my secret service finally arriving," Martha said. "I'm surprised it took them this long." Outside, he was just able to make out the sound of helicopter rotors steadily thumping the air. 

Before Eldon had a chance to wonder how the Secret Service knew where to find their President, Gloria leaned in and informed him. "She has a GPS locator embedded in her skull. As long as she's alive, and somewhere their satellites can see, they'll know where she is." 

Eldon's mind filled in the rest. The Orange Bubble must have shielded her from the satellites, and they'd moved far enough away in a short period of time that it took them awhile to pinpoint her. 

"If I know how they're going to react, we all might want to get on the floor, facing down. They tend to get a little overzealous in their desire to keep me safe." As she spoke, Martha followed her own advice and laid face first on the floor with her hands over her head. 

If they're so zealous about her safety, where were they during the attack? Eldon wondered. For once, Gloria didn't have an answer for his thoughts. 

"United States Secret Service!" someone screamed. "Everyone get down on the floor and place your hands on your head!" Apparently they weren't looking inside to see that everyone was already doing just that. "Anyone still standing after the count of three will be shot. One! Two! Three!" 

Men clad in black body armor stormed into the abandoned factory, rifles up and ready. The men and women that entered shouted back and forth, calling out to one another to let them know they had found multiple people and so far no hostiles. 

"They're getting their filthy boots on my rugs," Miranda complained, but she was ignored. 




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Somebody grabbed Eldon by his wrists and pressed their knee into his back. He grunted, but put up with the treatment. Overzealous indeed! Frank cried out as he was similarly manhandled, but he was the only one. 

"I've got the POTUS," one yelled from where President Louise lay. 

After a few moments of lying there, he was beginning to wonder if they were ever going to be let up, or if the knee in his back was trying to become one with his spine. 

"Let them up," Martha's voice broke into the other's shouting with its level of command. "Sergeant, I want these people treated with the utmost respect. I would be dead if not for them." 

"Yes, ma'am," the same voice that had yelled the warning in the beginning stated. 

As Eldon felt the knee pull away from his back, he couldn't help but notice that she hadn't mentioned that she should have been dead because the Secret Service had abandoned her. 

He took a step over to Gloria and helped her to her feet. It wasn't lost on him that if they'd wanted to, they could have decimated this entire group in a matter of moments. Between two werewolves, an ancient Greek goddess, and him, the Secret Service didn't stand a chance. The idea of their two worlds working together to bring about a greater peace appealed to him even more right then. 

"How do they know it's really her?" Eldon couldn't help but ask his girlfriend as she brushed herself off. Her clothing was immaculate of course, but she went through the motions anyway for appearances. "It could be someone impersonating her." 

"You mean, besides the GPS tracker?" Gloria asked, and Eldon felt foolish. "They challenged her when they first entered, asking her for her authentication response. She gave the correct answer. It was all done while the others shouted so you couldn't hear." 

"I'm just glad they waited until after the interview to arrive," Shlee grinned as she joined them. "Could you imagine that happening on live television? I mean, the ratings would have been great, but I don't think being face down with my hands behind my head and a knee in my back would help my image." 

Eldon couldn't stop from chuckling at Shlee's cavalier attitude. So far today, they were attacked and nearly blown to bits, made their escape, then found out that the Shadow World may be falling apart and under attack. Shlee had had her career making interview with the President of the United States, then been treated like a criminal by the very people that should have been protecting the President in the first place. The fact that she could smile with such ease spoke volumes about her character. 

"She's also rather cute," Gloria poked him in the ribs. Eldon's cheeks burned again at her jibe, but when Shlee gave him an appraising look, he wished the explosion earlier would have killed him to save him from this embarrassment. 

"Ma'am," Eldon heard the head agent call out to Martha. "We found some intel before the attack earlier, describing their plans for the attempted assassination. It appears to have been perpetrated by the Paladonic Knights in an attempt to discredit those from the Shadow World." 

"Thank you, Sergeant," Martha replied in a calm tone, as though she hadn't just been told that her secret service had known about the attack before it happened. "Please get this information before congress as soon as possible. I intend to label the Paladonic Knights as terrorists as soon as possible." 

"As soon as we get you to safety, Ma'am, I'll make sure it happens." 

Eldon sensed the change in Gloria's mood before she called out, "Madame President? If I could talk to you for a quick moment?" 

"Please call me Martha," the President smiled. That smile faltered for a moment as she noticed Gloria's serious face, but it returned immediately. "After all, you helped save my life today. I'd like to think we're all friends by this point." 

"What's wrong?" Eldon whispered loud enough that only Gloria, Shlee, and Miranda could hear. 

"Be ready," Gloria muttered as she walked over to the President. 

Eldon glanced at Shlee and heard her growl and saw her nails lengthen a bit. 

"Wow, what a day, huh?" Frank asked, oblivious to the tension in the room, or Shlee's subtle transformation. "I just got a text from the boss. Seems she wants to talk to us as soon as we get back. I can't believe we just got an exclusive interview with the President! Do you realize what this means for us?" 

Eldon ignored the man, focusing on Gloria. As she walked up to the men surrounding the President, they tensed and formed a wall around Martha. Eldon wished his sister was there. She could change into a weapon for him. He changed into the martial artist that'd attacked him earlier, losing a bit of height in the process, but gaining muscle memory. None of the Secret Service was looking at him, focused on the woman walking up to them. 

Gloria didn't slow. As she walked up to the wall of humans, she waved her hand dismissively. All but one man moved away. Eldon remembered escaping from Poseidon, and the way his girlfriend had used her powers at that point. He'd become totally and helplessly devoted to her smallest whim. It was still difficult for him to believe that Gloria was actually Aphrodite, but the boost to his ego was tremendous. 

As he watched her exercise her power over Martha's protectors, he was surprised anyone could resist. 

"What are you guys doing?" the lone man asked, lifting his rifle and pointing it at Gloria. "The President needs to be protected!" 

Eldon wasn't worried about Gloria being hurt. If Poseidon couldn't stop her, this man didn't stand a chance. 

"Curious that you resisted my power," Gloria said. Eldon heard a smile in her tone, but it was a cold smile. "Also curious that the Secret Service wasn't around to protect her before the attack." 

"What's going on?" Martha asked as she backed away from the lone man. 

"We were ordered away, Mistress," one of the other men intoned. His voice conveyed his devotion to Gloria as he bowed to her. "We were told that she'd slipped into another room, and we were moved to keep her safe. Only when we arrived at the new location, there was a large explosion where we'd left, and the President wasn't where we were told she'd be." 

"Who gave that order?" Gloria asked her sycophant. 

"Shut up!" The single guard shouted. Everyone turned to look at him, and he realized he was caught. He started to chuckle. 

Eldon tensed, ready to leap forward if the man decided to attack. Gloria held her hand up to him without looking back. 

"You're all sheep! Don't you see that?" the man cackled. He pointed his rifle at Martha. "She's being controlled by the monsters from the Shadow World. She's setting our country up to be handed over to the evil in that world. Can't you all see that? She needs to be killed before they come here and kill us all!" 

Thunder rebounded through the factory as the man fired his rifle at the President. A female scream rent the air. Eldon charged forward, ready to either tackle the guard or render first aid, but he stopped a moment later, confused. The guard was on the floor, a massive strawberry blonde wolf on his back with her teeth pressed against his neck. Martha sat on the floor a small distance away, her eyes wide as she stared in shock at the woman lying on the floor between her and the Secret Service agent.  

Blood pooled beneath Miranda and seeped around her fingers as she held her hand to her side. "Shit, that stings. Thank goodness they weren't using silver." 

"See!" the guard screamed and kept going, despite Shlee's warning growl. "They're protecting her. That proves what I'm saying!" 

Eldon moved to Miranda's side, ignoring the man's rants. She waved him away, grunted, then held up the bullet. "I'll heal quick enough," she told Eldon. "My kind has a high metabolism." 

He moved to Martha next, offering her his hand. 

"The American people are in your debt," Martha said as she faced the women that'd just saved her life. 

Eldon felt useless as he looked around. He was by no means a misogynist, but he should have done more than just stand there. Even Frank... Eldon couldn't stop from chuckling as he looked at where Frank lay face down on the floor, a puddle of urine under his waist from where he'd wet himself before passing out. It was a good thing he wasn't on the carpet, or Miranda would have been upset with him. 

"Eldon, will you come replace Shlee so she can change back before her cameraman wakes up and sees her?" Gloria asked him. 

Of course, he thought, trying to put on a smile, now that the action is over, I can be helpful. I need to find a better body to emulate. 

"I like your real body well enough," Gloria told him with a smile, "and I'll be more than happy to prove it later. You've been a big help in the past. Don't get down on yourself because others were faster this time." 

Eldon felt chastised as he replaced Shlee on the guard's back. The man tried to fight him off, but Eldon gripped the man's wrists, changing himself into the body builder and almost doubling his weight. The man didn't stand a chance against Eldon's size. Of course, the fact that Eldon had accidently dislocated the man's shoulder may have taken some of the fight out of him. 

"Thanks, cutie," Shlee said as she changed next to him. She gave him a peck on the cheek before going back and retrieving her clothes. Eldon tried not to look, but her ass was almost as nice as Gloria's. From the way Gloria smiled, he knew she'd seen his thoughts. 

Gloria waited until Shlee was fully dressed, before releasing her spell on the other Secret Service agents. 

"What happened?" one of them asked. He took in the blood on Miranda's shirt, the guard under Eldon—though he gave Eldon a double-take because of his size—and the President standing next to Gloria, before barking out orders. "Someone cuff Bartlett. Unless I miss my guess, he was our mole. Someone else, find out how long before we can get the POTUS out of here." 

Eldon backed away as one of the armored men took control of Bartlett. He saw Gloria talking with the President and went to help Shlee wake Frank up. Miranda joined them after waving off medical attention. They all pretended not to notice Frank's 'accident,' though the stench of urine was strong in the air. He didn't want to think what the werewolves' sensitive noses were suffering. 

"Go get changed in the van and I'll be there in a bit to go to the station," Shlee told her cameraman and he shuffled off, red-faced. She turned to face Eldon and held her hand out. He took it, impressed with her firm grip. "Call me sometime," she said with a broad smile. When she pulled her hand back, Eldon felt a slip of paper remain. Before he could think to respond, she followed her cameraman out. 

Eldon stood stunned for a moment. He pocketed the piece of paper without looking at it. Shlee knew he was seeing Gloria, so why would she give him her number? He realized he was still in his body builder form and reverted to normal. It couldn't be due to his looks, though he thought his true form was attractive. He could look like anyone, though. He hadn't been any help during this last attempt at the President's life. Why would she act like that? 

"Next time you talk to your dad, tell him thanks," Miranda said to him, breaking him out of his thoughts. He nodded to her, not sure what Miranda would be thanking Lyden Snow for. She was no longer holding her side making Eldon suspect she'd already healed from her gunshot wound. Miranda walked away from him, and he stood there trying to get his thoughts in order. 

The secret service hauled their traitor from the factory, while maintaining a protective wall around Martha Louise. 

He didn't realize that Gloria was standing beside him until she spoke, making him jump. "That actually worked out pretty well." 

"What?" Eldon asked, thinking she was talking about the piece of paper in his pocket. It only took him a moment to realize she meant the ordeal with the President. "Oh, right. Umm, so... Shlee gave me her number." There wasn't a chance he was going to keep that a secret from her. 

"I know. I think she's pretty cute. You going to call her?" 

Eldon's heart dropped in his chest. "Call her? Umm, but I thought you and I... I mean, I thought we were... You and me, or..." he trailed off, realizing he was sounding like an idiot. 

Gloria's laughter was like a soothing balm on his frayed nerves. "We are! Don't think for a minute I'm willing to give you up. You're too much fun, brave, cute, and have the best cock I've ever had the pleasure of pleasing. But I know your father, and I know men. Yes, I can get jealous at times, but you've already proven yourself to be trustworthy. I'm not telling you that you can sleep with whomever you want—my man has to have standards—but Shlee is pretty hot. From the way she was looking at you I suspect that she's more than a little wolf in the sack, too, if you know what I mean." She winked at him. Before he had the opportunity to even blush, she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him into a ferocious kiss. If he weren't already accustomed to the magic of her firm lips, his knees would have buckled. 

Somehow he rallied his senses, wrapped his arms around her, and gave as good as he got. Their tongues met as he opened up to her, tasting her sweet breath. For half a moment, her body pressed against his felt like a second skin. His body grew flush with arousal. He allowed his hands to drop to Gloria's strong glutes and pulled her tighter to him. He heard a moan escape between her lips. Desire and lust suffused him as he gripped the hem of her shirt, ready to pull it off her if he could, rip it from her body if he couldn't. 

"Ahem," a voice broke into his thoughts, shattering the web of desire Gloria had cast on him. "While I may no longer be a Daughter of Respite, I still hold some of the morals I was raised with," Miranda spoke in disapproving tones. "I won't have my home—or what it is at any rate—fouled by lewd behavior. If you're going to act like teenagers, go do it somewhere else." 

Eldon heard Gloria giggle, sounding exactly like a teenager. Eldon found the laugh infectious, and when Miranda glared, he laughed harder. 

A male throat cleared its voice. Eldon turned to see one of the Secret Service agents standing in the entryway to the factory. Beyond him, Eldon heard the steady thumping thrum of helicopter rotors. 

"The POTUS requests you join her on the bird," he told them. 

Eldon glanced at Gloria, wondering what Martha could want from them. Did she suspect her life was still in danger? Gloria shrugged. Apparently she couldn't read Martha's mind from here, or the Secret Service agent didn't know. 

They followed the agent out. Wind buffeted them as they approached the helicopter. An agent inside held his hand out to Eldon, who took it and felt himself hauled in. Gloria joined him a moment later. The noise was terrible, drowning out anything that might have been said. They were shown to a couple of free seats sitting across from the President. A helmet with speakers over the ears was presented to him, and Eldon gladly donned it. The earpieces blocked out all external noises. 

Martha's lips moved a split second before he heard her voice. "Mike, will you please put the three of us on a separate channel?" He heard some faint popping before she continued. "Excellent, now we can talk." 

Eldon wasn't sure about the smile that spread across Martha's face, or the way Gloria gripped his hand. 

"After today's events, I'm going to put some supernaturals into my guard," Martha informed them. "It will go a long way to laying the groundwork for having others in our military and police forces." 

"Supernaturals?" Eldon asked, not liking that term. 

"Supernaturals. Meta-humans. Mutants. I don't know of a good term to use," she replied. "Even faerie creatures or non-humans might come across as some sort of slander. Can you think of a good term to use?" 

Eldon glanced at Gloria, seeing the point. Throughout human history, magical creatures were painted as the bad guys. No matter what term was used, at some point, it was a term of hatred or fear. If creatures from the Shadow World were ever going to rise up out of that fear, they would have to take a new title. They needed a name that would inspire hope. A name that wouldn't carry with it centuries of hatred, fear, and prejudice. A name that could encompass all creatures, without singling out any one race. There was only one name he could think of that met those requirements. 

"What about Lydonites? Or would Lydonese be more proper?" he asked, unsure of how to phrase the term. 

If he'd expected immediate approval, he was in for a letdown. "While I respect what you're thinking, I'm not sure your father would approve," Martha said inter her microphone. "He doesn't strike me as the glory hungry type." 

"But that's part of what makes it the perfect term," Eldon defended his idea. "While I know that there was more than one hero of the Chaos War, Lyden Snow was the one to ultimately defeat the Outsiders and save both realms. He gave his life, though Gaia brought him back. He's well respected in both realms. We could come up with a gibberish name, but that won't hold any weight behind it. My dad's name will." 

"Not everyone on Earth respects him," Martha said as though Eldon were a little child on the edge of a temper tantrum. "There are many here who hate him, and not just the P.K.'s and D.O.R.'s, though them more than most. Those groups hate that they had to come into the light because of what Lyden did. Many others believe their propaganda and view him as only slightly less evil than the antichrist, while others believe he is the antichrist." 

Eldon wanted to argue further, but didn't know what else to say. He knew that his term was the right one, but didn't know how to convince the American President. 

"I think Eldon's right," Gloria said after a few tense seconds. Eldon gave her a grateful smile, happy she came to his rescue. "While I know a few groups from my world would hate to be lumped under that name, most would welcome it. I understand what you're saying, Martha, but I don't think we can let a few opinions sway us. I honestly believe that the majority of humanity doesn't hate us." 

"Not hating you is a far cry from loving you," Martha said, but nodded in defeat. "Sometimes the politician in me wins out, and I forget to see the bigger picture, past all the votes. You're right, of course. Many fear those from your world—the Lydonese we'll call them. It sounds smoother—but my campaign team can help spin it into a word for strength." 

"Not too much strength," Eldon piped up. "We don't want to appear too strong and have them hate us for that." 

Martha let out a genuine laugh as she appraised Eldon. 

"You have a good head on your shoulders, Eldon," Martha told him. "I see that your prowess for fighting goes beyond the skill of your hands." For some reason she winked at him. Despite himself, he missed the innuendo for an uncomfortable moment. It was too hard to believe that Martha Louise, the President of the United States of America, the prim and proper woman that led a country that some considered prudish—though others considered too liberal—would make a lewd joke. Even one as subtle as that. When he felt his cheeks start to burn in understanding, Martha's grin grew. "You are a refreshing young man! Sometimes I forget how innocent youth can be. Anyway, we're getting off track. I need some Lydonese in my Secret Service. If nothing else, today proved that." 

Eldon didn't know how to react to Martha's teasing. On the one hand, she was a fair bit older than him and a powerful woman in her own right. Then again, Gloria—or Aphrodite or whatever other name she once held—was much older than anyone else he knew well and had the power of a god. 




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Both of them were attractive. Gloria, with her long golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes was nothing short of gorgeous. Martha also had blue eyes, but they were set in a darker Latino face, and the wrinkles around her eyes said her life hadn't been easy. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and much of her beauty came from her maturity. 

He realized that he'd missed something in the conversation that had continued while he was lost in thought. He racked his brain to try and think of what he'd missed, but to no avail. As the two other women looked at him, waiting, he was forced to admit that either he wasn't paying attention, or play along. He knew Gloria would know the truth from his thoughts, but he didn't want to look like more of an innocent child in front of the President. "Yeah, sounds good," he said, unsure of what he was agreeing with. 

His stomach flopped when Martha's eyes lit up as though he'd given her the world. "I'm so glad to hear that. You have no idea how tough it can be to rule a country. Especially in times like these with magic and monsters—both human and Lydonese—roaming the worlds. Any chance I could convince you both to be the first Lydonese to join the Secret Service?" 

Eldon was impressed with how simple she made the new term sound as though it had been around for years. He was shocked at her request, though he realized he shouldn't have been. 

"I'll have to think on it," he told her, honored by her offer but unsure of it. "I enjoy what I do now, defending the humans that come to the Shadow World. If I ever grow bored and you're still in office, then maybe I will." He didn't add out loud that he didn't know what his sister would do if he took her up on the offer. For some reason, the thought of abandoning Shelly to work for Martha made him feel awful. Shelly could transform into almost any object, but she needed him to wield her. Or was he deceiving himself? He could change into almost any form he wanted, but he was weaponless. He could pick up any weapon he chose, though, just like anyone else could wield Shelly. That thought didn't make him feel any better and he decided to abandon it. He chalked his feelings up to the fact that the twins had spent their whole lives together. They'd rarely been apart for more than a couple months. 

"I'll hold you to that," Martha grinned as though he had agreed to do it on the spot. "Now then, we have a long flight ahead of us, and I think we should get some rest." That grin was way too wide for Eldon's comfort. 

Only then did it occur to Eldon that he had no idea where they were going. His dad told him to watch over and protect the President. She should be safe now, right? Shouldn't he be trying to get back to the Shadow World and finding out how he could help there? Shelly was with Jessica, so she had someone to help her, and Brooke was more than capable of taking care of herself as long as she wasn't taken by surprise, but would it be enough? Jessica was a good fighter, but there was too much about her that Eldon didn't know. He'd really liked her once, but didn't like how she'd treated Gloria. 

"Don't worry about that right now," Gloria told him through her headset. "For now, get some rest." 

Eldon wondered about the smile and the twinkle in her eyes as she said that, but knew it for some good advice. He didn't think he could get any sleep. He was too wound up with the day's events, but that didn't mean he couldn't relax. He let his head fall back, and concentrated on relaxing each of his muscle groups. Starting with his feet and working his way up to his calves and thighs, Eldon relaxed. He decided now would be a great time to meditate. He never fell asleep when meditating, but he always felt refreshed afterwards. 

He was snoring before he could relax his arms. 

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Eldon found himself in a white marbled room, with marbled columns supporting a white roof far overhead. A breeze blew across his naked skin. There were no walls, and outside he could see green rolling hills dotted with ripe olive trees. The sound of burbling water drew his attention to a statue of a naked woman pouring water into a shallow pool. The statue looked familiar, yet not familiar. The bottom of the pool consisted of small tiles in a mosaic. He stepped closer, trying to determine what the mosaic was. The image coalesced into men and women coupling. The ripples along the water's surface made it look like they were moving. In fact, the sound of the water pouring from the naked statue almost sounded like moaning. 

His twisted manhood grew hard as he continued to look into the pool. 

"I see you like my Mens Mundi," Gloria's voice startled him out of his trance. He jumped and spun around to face the woman. His cheeks burned in embarrassment as she giggled. She looked different here. She wore a white flowing toga. Her blonde hair was wavy, and her skin slightly more tanned. She also looked more mature, though not older. Looking at her now, he recognized the statue. There were still subtle differences, such as the statue having fuller hips and a larger bust, but he knew it was her. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that the statue was Aphrodite, while the woman before him was Gloria. 

"Dad told me that he once had a place like this," Eldon spoke up as soon as he thought he could control his voice enough not to squeak. "A dream world where he could create whatever he wanted and pull his friends in. It also helped him and others heal." 

Gloria gave him a dazzling smile that struck like a lightning bolt down to his toes. His cock was already hard, but it grew harder as she stepped forward and slipped the shoulder strap of her toga off. Her breasts came into view and he felt his mouth water. 

"I rarely bring anyone here." As she spoke, she continued to approach him, the toga slipping from her soft curves. Within a couple steps, she was naked and ravishing. "Only when I can't have any privacy in the real world and wish to share something important." 

"Yeah?" Eldon's mouth had gone dry at some point, and he worked to moisten it. His hormones were going into overdrive, and it was clouding his thinking. Before him was the Greek Goddess of Love and Lust. He wanted to grab her in his powerful arms and make love to her, but somehow he resisted. 

"Yes," she purred as she finally reached him. She placed one delicate hand on his chest and brushed her lips against his. When she spoke again, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I've known many men in my life, but rarely have I met any with your willpower, Eldon Lance." Her free hand slid around his waist to his back, and gripped one buttock. She pulled him tightly to her, his twisted cock compressed against her smooth stomach. He allowed his arms to move around her, but resisted the powerful urges coursing through him. "Shall I tell you a secret? Marchosias almost gave it away, but I would be willing to tell you." 

He could smell her sweet breath and wanted to kiss her again. The aborted kiss in the factory came to mind. Right then he needed to continue it. His right hand went to the back of her head, fingers digging into her hair as he pulled her face back to his. He felt her hips press against him with hunger, and he moaned as her tongue came out to meet his. He didn't know how long the kiss lasted, and he didn't care. He was lost in her touch, in her scent, and in her taste. She was quite literally divine. 

When she pulled away from him, he felt lost and naked. Or rather, even more naked than his lack of clothing could account for. When he looked at her, he saw her still smiling, though there was a hint of curiosity to it now. Somewhere, deep inside, Eldon's mind came back to him, though not fully. 

"How are you able to resist me, so?" she asked him, playfully biting at her bottom lip. He wanted to take that lip back in his mouth and bite it for her. "No mortal man has ever resisted me this well. I can feel your desire burning inside you. You know I won't stop you from having your way with me. What holds you back?" 

What was holding him back? He didn't know. Her words came to him through a fog, and it took his mind a moment to comprehend them. "You're using your power to seduce me," he said and took a step away from her. His legs felt like water as he moved, not understanding his own reasons for stepping away. 

"Yes I am," she replied without any apology in her voice. She let her hands roam across her lithe body, before putting the index finger of her right hand between her teeth. "I was created to seduce men. I seduced Adam, the first homo-sapien, and I thought he had willpower. You are something else. Tell me, why do you resist? Can't you tell I want you?" Her left hand dipped between her legs, and he could hear the squelch of her juices as she slipped her fingers inside. 

"Not..." he trailed off as the thought escaped him. He chased after it like a lifeline. He wanted her. His rod ached to slip between her thighs and replace her fingers. Why was he resisting? "Not like this," he said. "I want you... as you..." The pressure on his mind vanished in an instant as Gloria's eyes grew wide. He knew he should be furious with her, but couldn't summon up the anger. "You've never had to use your abilities on me before. Why?" 

She stared at him for a couple seconds before responding. "I'm so sorry. I thought... I mean, as tired as you were today, I thought you would need the enticement." She stopped and shook her head. "That's not entirely true. When I'm in my Mens Mundi, my baser instincts come out. I told you before that I was created to seduce men. You already know that I was once Aphrodite, but that wasn't my first name." 

As she spoke, Eldon could see tears forming in her eyes. He stepped up to her, closing the distance with speed. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into a hug. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he told her, meaning it. He hadn't told her everything about his past. He hadn't told her about that one, terrifying incident, years ago when he'd... No! he broke off the thought, unwilling to even think of it. 

"But I want you to know," she told him as her tears wet his neck. "I've never met anyone like you, Eldon. Oh, sure, there have been plenty of strong, brave men over the millennia, but all of them had a major flaw. It wasn't always the same flaw. Some were just after sex, or some were cruel. Others couldn't tell the difference between my ass and my armpit. All of them had something wrong with them, and I easily moved on." 

"I'm not perfect," he told her, trying to pull away, but she tightened the hug, refusing to let him go. 

"I didn't say you were perfect," she replied, pulling her head back to look him in the eyes. Her blue eyes captivated his soul, and he knew her words were utter truth. "No one is perfect, but you accept me for who I am. What I am. You don't judge me. You've proven that you're after more than sex with me. You care about those around you, but aren't afraid to fight when you must. Do you know how many men out there would have a problem if they knew their woman could read every thought they had? But that doesn't bother you. You even use it to your advantage. You have no idea how wonderful you are." 

"I'm not perfect," he repeated, unsure of how to respond. No one had ever praised him the way she was, and he didn't know how to take it. As for having no issues with his thoughts not being entirely his own, there were reason in his past for that. Reasons he didn't want to think about. 

"Why?" she demanded with ferocity but no anger as she reached between them and grabbed his still firm prick. "Because you have this wonderful cock? Because this is different from every other man's piece of meat?" 

It took him a moment to realize she wasn't responding to his thoughts, but his words instead. "You don't know everything about me," he told her, trying to push her away. Her grip on him tightened and he abandoned the idea of getting away from her. Unless he wanted to lose his rod, he was staying right here. "You don't know some of the things I've done. There's a reason half-breeds are considered dangerous." 

"You don't know my past either. Besides, I know Gaia worked on your mother's womb while you were still in her. She made sure you wouldn't be a monster." 

"There are those that are born monsters," he told her, feeling his heart sink with each word, "and then there are those that make themselves into monsters." He knew she could read his mind and see his memories. See the bloodshed and death that he'd caused. 

"I was once Lilith," Gloria said. "I was created to seduce Adam, and turn him away from the Pillar of Light. All evil, all pain and death from that act forward is my fault. I seduced Adam, and made him eat that stupid apple. I may not have brought evil into the world, but I was the one that made it blossom." 

Eldon looked at her, confused for a moment. He understood her words, if not what she meant by them. Unbidden, he started to laugh. Her eyes darkened, but he knew she understood what was in his mind. Her hand slapping his face caught him by surprise. He heard the slap and his head turned from the blow, before he felt the pain. At least she'd finally released his cock. 

"I tell you my deepest, darkest secret and you laugh at me?" Anger and hurt warred for dominance in her voice. "I guess you're not the man I thought you were." 

Eldon rubbed his jaw, trying to understand where he went wrong. She should be able to see his thoughts, and understand why he laughed... Unless... 

"You can't read my mind here, can you?" he asked her, already knowing she couldn't. 

"No," she admitted. "It's another reason I don't bring many here. Why? What are you thinking?" 

Instead of answering right away, he stepped forward and kissed her. He kept the kiss short, not even waiting for her to recover from the shock before pulling away. "I'm thinking of how foolish you're acting to think that would bother me," he told her with sincere bluntness. "You said it yourself. You were created to do that. You might as well be upset that you can breathe. You were created to do that as well." 

"But all that death, and the—" 

He cut her off. "None of that matters. You couldn't have known what would happen. You did what you were meant to do. It's how you've lived afterwards that matters. Trust me, I know that lesson all too well. You're not a bad person. I don't care who you were. I care about who you are. I'm honored that you told me, but it doesn't change the way I feel about you. You're a wonderful woman. That's who you are now." 

She stared at him for a few moments, her jaw slightly slack. "I could love you," he heard her whisper in awe. 

He realized that it was only fair that he reveal his secret. He opened his mouth to do so, but never had the chance. 

"This place is beautiful!" Martha's voice echoed around the open area. 

"What are you doing here?" Eldon blurted before he could think better of it. 

"Did you forget already?" she asked, appearing uncertain. "I'm sorry. I thought... I mean, you agreed and everything. Maybe I was deceiving myself. I'm so embarrassed now. I—I should go." 

Eldon noticed what she was wearing, and it threw him mentally off-balance. She was in a light pink negligée that covered the important bits, but left little to the imagination. He recalled agreeing to something on the chopper earlier, but not knowing what it had been. 

"This was the other reason I tried to seduce you," Gloria whispered in his ear. "I knew you hadn't known what you were agreeing to, but also knew how badly she needed a good fucking." 

He flinched at her expletive, remembering how many times he'd gotten in trouble by his dad or mom whenever he cursed. He also wondered for a brief moment if she was reading his mind, but knew better. Gloria was an intelligent woman, and was most likely responding to his physical cues more than anything else. 

"You want me to... um... have sex with her?" he asked Gloria, not wanting to use the same term she'd used. 

"No, I want us to have sex with her. I know how much you've been cautious about being with anyone else, and I figured I'd have you so horny, you wouldn't care. I also wanted to make it clear to you that I am okay with you being with other women." 

While he didn't appreciate being manipulated, he could understand what she'd been doing. 

"Besides," Gloria continued, "she's so sexually frustrated, it was driving me nuts. All those pent up thoughts in her head. You'd think the President of the United States could get laid with ease, but she has an image to maintain. Your father told her about the Mens Mundi, and she saw her opportunity. I'm sorry I tried to trick you." 

Eldon understood. Martha had mentioned that she was widowed. More than one politician's career was destroyed because of an inappropriate fling. He knew that a typical woman's sexual drive strengthened as she grew older, and wondered when the last time the President had been with a man. If her thoughts were enough to bother Gloria, then she must be frustrated indeed. 

Besides, as he watched Martha walking away, her firm ass swaying as she moved, he couldn't deny that the thought appealed to him. 

He took a moment to press his lips against Gloria's, then stepped towards Martha. He was in front of her at the speed of thought, covering the distance before he knew what he was doing. He was shocked at the sudden speed, but not as much as Martha was as she bumped into his naked body. He recovered quickly, knowing he had to change her mood and turn this situation around. Eldon thought her shock doubled as he leaned in and kissed her. 

Her lips were stiff for a long moment, refusing to open up to him. When he realized she wasn't going to kiss him back, he stepped away, once again confused. She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to cover up her near nudity. 

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I wasn't thinking when you arrived. Gloria and I were talking, and I forgot about what I'd agreed to." 

"You don't have to. I won't force you to do it." It was weird to hear petulance in this powerful woman's voice. 

"Force me?" Eldon stifled a laugh. "You're a beautiful woman. You don't have to force me. Look at me! I want to do it." 

Eldon looked down at his manhood, and realized that it was standing fully upright in all its twisted glory. For once, he wasn't embarrassed about it. For the first time in his life, Eldon didn't feel an overwhelming need to cover up and hide his deformity. It was part of who he was. Thanks to Gloria, he could accept that. 

"My Lord, that thing is huge," Martha muttered. "It... Is it always like that?" 

"Only when he has a nearly half-naked beautiful woman before him," Gloria said as she joined them. Martha's wide eyes were locked on his rod. Gloria dropped to her knees and pulled Martha with her. "You should see how it tastes." Gloria gripped Martha's right wrist and moved the hand towards his member. 

"May I?" she asked with trepidation. 

"Please do," he told her with an inviting grin. 

He felt the mature woman grip him, and moaned. The sound made her jump, and she finally looked away to look up at him. Eldon nodded for her to continue. With almost painful slowness, her head inched forward until he felt her warm breath on the tip. He struggled to wrap his mind around the fact that this was the President on her knees before him. He knew she was no virgin, but she acted as though this was her first time with a man. Had it really been that long for her? 

He heard her gulp as she stared at his one-eyed snake. With sudden ferocity, she lunged forward. He felt the head compress between her lips, then keep going until he struck the back of her throat. He was about to compliment how good she felt, but her hands on his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth and down her throat distracted him. Only one other had ever been able to successfully deep-throat him. In truth, very few had ever seen him naked in his natural form, but Gloria was a succubus, capable of changing her body. Martha was a human... Wasn't she? Either way, he had to readjust his image of her again, as she took him deeper into her throat. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 07



"I'm surprised you have that much control over your body here," Gloria said to Martha. "Have you ever been in a Mens Mundi before?" 

Eldon almost groaned as the hot older woman pulled her dark lips away from him. He left her mouth with an audible pop and a gasp from Martha. His rod felt naked in the open air. 

"This is my first time," Martha said with a grin. Some of her saliva still connected her bottom lip to the tip of him, and it quivered as she spoke. "Ambassador Snow explained everything to me. I tried to get him to show me, but he says he can no longer use his." She shook her head sadly, and Eldon wondered if his dad had ever slept with the President. That thought bothered him some, and he shook it from his head. He didn't like to think about who his father slept with, much less the fact that he may have slept with the woman on her knees before him. Besides, Martha acted as though she hadn't had a cock in years. 

"You seem to be a natural at it," Eldon complimented her as he ran his fingers through her black hair. 

"Thank you!" She beamed back up at him. "It's good to know I haven't lost my technique. My husband used to like this thing where I... um... Ah, hell, I don't know how to describe it. Especially not when I'd rather show you!" 

If Eldon had thought she was enthusiastic before, or acting like a virgin, he was wrong. In one quick swallow, she had him past her tonsils as her nose pressed against his pelvis. He groaned as she started to alternate between humming and swallowing. He felt her tongue slip out—a feat that would have been impossible with his girth in the real world—and bathe his scrotum. 

"Ahh, the Trojan Tickler," Gloria grinned. "I haven't seen many human woman who could pull that off. It helps that you don't have to breathe here. Were you a succubus in a past life?" 

Martha shook her head, which only added to his pleasure, making Eldon moan again. She couldn't compare to Gloria, but her skill was still phenomenal! Her tongue was warm and wet as it slipped around his sack. Her tight throat undulated around his rod, massaging his twisted length. Normally he wouldn't be able to last long with this much pleasure, but he found he could delay his climax with a simple thought. 

Gloria walked around behind him, still naked. He felt her breasts press into his back as her lips brushed his neck. Her arms slipped around his waist. Her right hand slipped through Martha's hair, joining Eldon's, and her left hand joined Martha's tongue in fondling his scrotum. 

"Impressive willpower, indeed," Gloria whispered to him, then nibbled on his earlobe. "I've rarely known a mortal that could withstand the Trojan Tickler, while another woman held him from behind. I'm going to keep around you for a long time, Eldon Lance." 

Eldon wasn't sure what she meant by keeping him around for a long time. He also wasn't sure how he felt about the statement. On the one hand, it was nice to have his sexual prowess recognized by the Goddess of Love and Lust, but on the other hand, he was more than the sum of his skills in bed. Especially considering he still felt like he was cheating in her Mens Mundi. 

He was distracted by his thoughts as Martha pulled her face away from him. His cock stood hard and proud as saliva dripped down its length. She gripped him at the base and slid her hand up around the curves of his twisted member to the bulbous tip. 

Gloria moved away from his back and dropped down next to Martha. "Are you ready to take this monster between your legs?" 

"Ready?" Martha asked with a shudder. "No, but I'm sure as hell going to try!" 

Gloria grinned at her enthusiasm before pressing her lips to the President's. If Martha was shocked to be kissed by another woman, it didn't show as she let herself get laid back on the floor of the amphitheater. Gloria's hands roamed the mature woman's body—the negligee she'd worn must have vanished at some point, as her mature body was naked to the elements—one hand tweaking a stiff nipple while her other slipped between Martha's legs and into her wet box. Martha's hips bucked against Gloria's pumping hand as she cried out into their shared kiss. 

Eldon stood transfixed by the site before him. His girlfriend was quickly bringing the President of the United States—arguably one of the most powerful people in the world—to a powerful orgasm. Sure enough, after a few more seconds, Martha threw her head to the side and moaned low and deep in her throat as her entire body shuddered. 

"I think she's ready now, Eldon," Gloria said to him. "Hurry, while she's still soaking my hand." 

Eldon didn't need to be told twice. He dropped to his knees between Martha's spread legs and pressed the head of his phallus against her rose petals. Gloria removed her hand and Eldon pressed forward, watching while the older woman's labia stretched as his head slipped inside. 

"Oh, fuck, that's huge!" Martha gasped as she placed a hand against his chest to stop him. She was still enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm, but Eldon knew to hold back a moment. 

Eldon brought his thumb down and applied pressure to her clit, which was sticking far out from its sheathe. The woman gasped again as he rubbed the sensitive nub, and her pussy swallowed another centimeter of his prick. 

Gloria wasn't sitting on the sidelines watching. She latched onto one stiff nipple with her teeth, and rolled the other one between her fingers. 

"This may not be the Presidential staff," Eldon smirked as the woman tried to get used to his size, "but I think we can get things done with it." 

Gloria rolled her eyes at his dry humor, but he didn't care. Martha was on fire, and he couldn't wait to fit more of himself inside her tiny box. He pulled out the barest fraction, noticing her glistening juices on him, then slid in a few more centimeters. 

"Oh God! You're going to split me in two, young man!" Martha was panting heavily but she met his eyes. Her gaze was full of hunger, not pain. He felt her heels dig into his buttocks, trying to pull him into her more. "Do it! I can take it. I will take it. Fuck me Eldon. Make this old woman feel like a virgin again with that thing." 

Eldon felt his lips spread to match Martha's hungry smile. "As you wish, Madam President," he intoned as he pulled back, and then drove his hips forward. Martha screamed as her vagina took most of him inside. 

"Again," she panted when she caught her breath. "I want to feel that in my throat. Do it—dios mío!" she cursed in Spanish as he drove into her again. He didn't pause before pulling back, and driving forward again and again. When he felt his balls resting against her rear, he paused and looked down. Her cunt gripped his twisted cock like a velvet vice. If they weren't in a dream world, he doubted she would be able to take all of him into her smaller frame, but was thankful he could feel so much of her. "I wanted to feel that in my throat, but I think you're poking my skull!" 

Eldon didn't say anything. Instead, he let his hips press against hers, then moved so that he was rubbing her large clit while his rod moved inside her. Martha's eyes rolled back in her head as the succubus and he brought her to another orgasm. 

Realizing that he was being rude to his other partner, he reached his left hand to Gloria's pussy as she was bent over the President, and slipped a couple fingers inside. She moaned her thanks into Martha's tit, then started grinding against his hand. His hand was soaked within seconds as she got herself off on his digits. 

Eldon was in heaven. He had two beautiful and horny women to please, and he had every intention of wearing them out. Could you wear someone out while they were dreaming? He didn't know, but he was going to try. 

As Martha lowered from her latest climax, he pulled out of her. She whimpered, but it turned into a moan as he planted his lips against her sex. She was stretched wide, and he was able to stick his tongue deep inside her. A second later her pussy closed as she must have willed it to shrink, and it strangled his tongue. If she can modify her body, then so can I, he reasoned. With a simple thought, his tongue grew in length, licking along her sopping insides. Her womanly scent filled his nose as he enjoyed her taste. 

Eldon gripped her thighs in his thick arms and twisted their bodies without losing contact between their lips. Martha knew what he was trying to do and went along with it until she was sitting on his face. His elongated tongue licked deep inside her along her cervix, making her writhe and moan. His hands roamed up her slim body, finding her breasts and one saliva slickened nipple. It didn't take long before his tongue was drenched and gripped in her tight, spasming muscles, and her fluids ran along his cheeks. 

"Mmm, that feels great," Eldon heard Gloria intone as he felt her slide onto his rigid manhood. He moaned into Martha's coochy at how wonderful Gloria's rippling insides felt. Her hips swiveled as she impaled herself on him, sinking onto his twisted length. 

Eldon released one of Martha's breasts and brought it to Gloria's clit, finding it with his thumb. "Yes! Mmm, just like that." Her hands rested on his chest, her thumbs rubbing his nipples. She lifted off him a bit, then slammed down. He delighted in the friction this caused along his girth, and when she did it again, he lifted up to meet her. 

Eldon wondered if life could be any more perfect? His tongue was deep into Martha, licking her deepest and most intimate parts, while Gloria rode him like a prize bull. He was in pleasure heaven. Even as Martha's fingers in his hair gripped his scalp painfully as she came again, or the strength with which Gloria slammed her hips down against him, he couldn't imagine anything more blissful. 

As Gloria cried out in ecstasy, he decided it was time to cum. He brought both hands to Gloria's hips as he jackhammered into her from below. He allowed his culmination to come slowly, building in intensity, until it blasted out of him, flooding Gloria's hot cavity with his even hotter spunk. His muscles locked up, even his tongue still inside Martha's quivering form, as utter paradise flooded his system. The entire world seemed to shake and shudder around him as all three of them came. 

It took him a moment to realize that the shaking wasn't from his imagination as the ground smacked into the back of his skull. Pain lanced through him as the women got off him. 

"Something's wrong," Gloria said, even as his seed dribbled down her legs. She waved her hand and Eldon felt something rip at his belly button, sending him back to his real body. 

Opening his eyes, Eldon saw a flashing red light and felt weightless as sirens sounded in his headset. The cabin of the helicopter was filled with thick oily smoke. His life had gone from perfect, to hell in a matter of seconds as he looked out the window and saw the ground coming up to meet them.



The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 08



Shelly and Jessica head to Marchosias's island once again, but will he remain helpful or turn on them? What will Water's Demesne be like now that Varun is no longer controlling the surf? 

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Whose Side are You On? 

"Shelly, Jessica, wake up!" 

Years of training and instinct kicked in. Shelly moved before her eyes were open. She rolled off the bed and hit the floor, looking for the source of the threat. Brooke stood at the foot of the bed and was the one who spoke. Bridgette stood by the door, a sword in one hand and a pistol in the other. 

"What's going on?" Jessica asked with a yawn as she sat up, stretching her arms. Shelly watched as she blinked sleep from her eyes and looked around. Neither woman had redressed after their tryst last night. Jessica's breasts stood perfect on her chest, her nipples hard and proud in the cool underground air, except for a hickey or two that belied what had happened. The blanket they'd used to sleep with puddled around her waist, hiding the hickeys lower down. Shelly wondered if they shouldn't have been healed afterwards, but knew there were more important things to worry about. 

"Erwin was missing when we got up this morning," Brooke said with a cautious tone. "He didn't leave a note to explain his absence and I don't trust his agreeing to help us last night. He's a wily man and tends to do things the way he wants. Sometimes I feel he's more cat than human anymore." 

Shelly relaxed as Brooke spoke. If she had enough time to explain this much, they weren't in immediate danger. She searched for and found her shirt on the floor where it had been tossed. Her cheeks burned as she felt Brooke's eyes on her. Brooke had never been one to be judgmental, but the simple fact that her step-mom knew what they'd done last night was mortifying. At least her half-sibling was in her female guise. Having Brock gawk at her would have been mortifying. 

"So, you're afraid he's setting a trap for us?" Shelly asked to distract herself from her embarrassment. 

"It's no secret that most of those living here don't like the Pillars, or some of their rules. It's not too far of a stretch to think he—or some of those here—may have had something to do with Varun's death." Brooke joined her daughter at the door, giving them a modicum of privacy. 

They dressed, the movement and action waking them up, if the worry about their situation hadn't. 

Brooke glanced into the room and saw that they were clothed. "Get your stuff, and we'll get out of here. The sooner we're away, the better I'll feel." 

They didn't have much to grab. Shelly hid a yawn behind her own hand, wondering what time it was. She shared a couple of red-cheeked glances with Jessica as they left Bridgette's home. Her sibling was going to have to wash those sheets if she ever came back. 

"Why don't we leave via Bridgette's room?" Jessica asked as they slinked down the well-lit streets. "She has that back door entrance under the water, doesn't she?" 

Shelly felt her cheeks burn hotter as her girlfriend mentioned, "back door." She shook herself to get rid of the thought. She was thinking like Sheldon, and that would only get them in trouble. 

"It's the most obvious way to leave," Brooke said. She peeked around a corner, then waved them forward. Shelly suspected it was still early in the morning, too early for most people to be awake. "We'll sneak out another route and swim to the border." 

"Swim?" Jessica asked as her face darkened. "I can't hold my breath forever." 

"We only have to go underwater for a moment," Bridgette stated. "Mom or I can pull you along, and then we can stay above the surface until we get to Marchosias's island." 

Silence fell as they continued sneaking through the underground city. Bridgette's mechanical legs made plenty of noise, but it didn't carry far. Shelly worried about what Erwin Schrödinger might be doing right then. He hadn't been the most pleasant host last night, and she knew his scruples weren't the highest. The man had put a cat in a box and left it alone to starve in the name of science. Despite the tense situation, and her dark thoughts, Shelly giggled. 

"What's so funny?" Bridgette asked. 

"Sorry," Shelly felt her cheeks heat as Jessica smiled at her. "I just had the thought that until we know exactly what Erwin is doing, he's both setting up a trap, and not setting a trap for us." 

Brooke shook her head, but Shelly noticed a smile touch her lips. Bridgette looked between them confused. "I don't get it." 

Brooke leaned over and whispered in her ear low enough that Shelly couldn't hear. Bridgette's gray eyes grew wide, then a look of horror crossed her face. "Erwin did that to a cat? No wonder the fairy cursed him!" 

No one else commented, and they moved to the edge of the floating island without incident. "Edge" was the perfect word to describe the drop-off to the water about five meters below. If there were waves in the water, Shelly couldn't see them. 

"What about your legs?" Shelly asked her half-sister. "Are they waterproof?" 

Bridgette grinned as she patted her mechanical limbs. "Yeah, Dad thought of everything. It even has built in boosters, places to store weapons, and I can even fly for short distances." 

Shelly didn't want to admit it, but she was a bit jealous. She understood that Dad hadn't been able to spend as much time with Bridgette as he did his other children, because he could no longer change forms, but Shelly had never received such a gift from her father. She wouldn't give up a moment of the time she'd spent with him, but she couldn't smother the spark of jealousy that her sister had something so cool. 

"Is it safe to jump?" Jessica asked while looking over the edge. 

"There are no jagged rocks and the water is plenty deep." Brooke stripped off her clothes as she spoke. "The water will be cold, though not as cold as last time. Shelly, Jessica, let us go first. Give us a couple seconds to get out of the way, then come down." 

The two women nodded. A second later, Brooke and Bridgette leapt over the edge. There was no wind to carry sound, but Shelly barely heard them splash when they hit. 

"You ready for this?" Jessica asked as she gripped Shelly's hand. Shelly smiled before leaning in and giving her girlfriend a soft peck on the lips. Jessica returned her smile as Shelly pulled away. 

"I'm glad you're here with me," Shelly admitted before she knew the words were out of her mouth. Jessica's eyes widened at her admission, and she thought to pull them back, but knew that they were true. Rarely had she ever gone into a dangerous situation with someone other than her brother. Sheldon could be foolish and brash at times, but he was brave and Shelly trusted him implicitly. Jessica was also brave and knew how to fight. Jessica was on a very short list of people that Shelly trusted at her back, or to wield her. Last night's confession about her past only solidified Shelly's trust. 

Shelly saw tears form in Jessica's eyes, but she didn't understand what would have caused them. 

"Thank you," Jessica's voice was full of suppressed emotion. Before Shelly could react, Jessica pulled her into a tight hug. She hugged back, not sure her words warranted this much reaction, but enjoying the contact anyway. 

"Come on!" Bridgette's voice reached them a moment later, and Shelly realized they were holding up the mission. "We said wait a few seconds, not all day!" 

"We'd better get going," she said, pulling away a bit but grabbing the other woman's hand. 

"Um, yeah," Jessica nodded and tucked a strand of her black hair behind one ear. She glanced over the edge again. "Do we really need to get naked again?" 

Shelly took a moment to consider. She kept her grip on Jessica's hand as she came to a decision. Jessica gasped as Shelly changed form, taking on the shape of her favorite swimsuit. She slid under the other woman's clothes, hugging her body tightly. 

It only took a moment to shift most of her mass away and form the one-piece swimsuit. She enjoyed the intimacy this afforded her as she was able to snuggle her entire body around Jessica. Just for fun, Shelly allowed her fabric body to ripple across the other woman's skin. 

"Oh, this could get naughty," Jessica giggled. 

"I think Brooke stripped so that her clothes didn't interfere with her becoming a mermaid. You'd better jump before she gets upset," Shelly laughed as she made her thin form vibrate to make noise. 

"I'm not going to be able to do much thinking when you talk," Jessica replied, pinching Shelly's fabric between her fingers. She stood next to the edge and looked down. 

"Perhaps I should just hum then," Shelly laughed as Jessica shivered. She started humming, and realized that she was really having an effect on her girlfriend when Jessica started growing moist. Before she could comment, Jessica leapt off the ledge and they were weightless for a moment. If Shelly still had a stomach, it would have been in her throat at the unexpected launch. As promised, the water was cold when they struck, though not as cold as it could have been. She felt Jessica's body stiffen against the low temperature, and thickened her form to offer as much warmth as possible. 

"I could get used to having clothing like this," Jessica thanked her. 

"About time you two showed up," Bridgette commented. Shelly wondered how her half-sister knew that she was already here and not still up above. 

"We've got a long way to go," Brooke piped up before Shelly could ask. "With Bridgette's booster powered legs, I recommend we all grab on and save our energy." 

She followed suit with her own words, and Jessica gripped the hard metal on Bridgette's opposite side, which hovered just above the water. 

"Do I really need to say the words?" Bridgette moaned before they started moving. 

"It was your dad's idea," Brooke replied. "He was the one that helped program them. Just say them and we can be on our way." 

"Fine." Bridgette heaved a hearty sigh that even Shelly had to admit did wonderful things for her chest. "Go, go, Gadget Boosters." 

Shelly didn't understand what Bridgette meant, but before she could even think to wonder, the water around them bubbled as they were propelled forward at a powerful rate. This trip was going to be shorter than she'd originally thought at the pace they were cutting through the water. The only difficult part came when they had to travel underwater through a cave, but it lasted less than a minute before they powered back up and continued on their way. 

* * * * 

Despite the speed at which they cut through the water, it took them hours to reach Marchosias's island. By the time they stopped, Shelly had a headache from the sound of Bridgette's rockets and the water constantly beating at her cloth body. She never knew a swimsuit could get a headache, but her mood was foul when Jessica walked onto land and Shelly changed back with all her own clothes intact. 

"What other fun things can you become?" Jessica whispered in Shelly's ear. 

"Be good, and maybe I'll show you," Shelly forced a smile and gave her a peck on the cheek. 

She looked around and saw that Brooke and Bridgette were knee deep in the waves, bent over something. 

"Thank you," Brooke said to whatever was in the water. "If you learn anything else, please get word to me, but don't get in trouble with Poseidon. He's got a big heart, but he also has a terrible anger." 

Shelly made out tentacles as it flipped and dove under the water when she approached them. Brooke looked up and from the look on her face, Shelly didn't think she'd received good news. 

"It seems not everyone is happy with Poseidon taking over. There's been a fair amount of infighting." 

"You mean there's civil war?" Shelly asked, aghast at the very notion. One of the best things about living in the Shadow World was the absence of war, with the exception of the Chaos War before she was born. Oh, there were fights and skirmishes between the elemental borders from time to time, but the genius in the landscape of the Shadow World kept those down to a minimum. While not every faction or race got along, they knew better than to battle amongst themselves. Even Aeacus didn't actively fight against the Pillar of Fire, though he'd made his hatred of her clear over the last couple decades. Wars were a human thing. The idea of a civil war in the Shadow World was... unthinkable! 

"A civil war implies only two sides," Brooke shook her head. "This sounds more like complete chaos. No one seems to know who really killed Varun, but they're blaming each other. Poseidon has the largest power base, but he's nowhere near in control of his realm." 

"Are we going to leave him in power?" Jessica asked with a frown. "Didn't he try to kill us? I'll bet he's the one that killed Varun. Didn't he say he was next in line to take over? My guess is he grew impatient and offed the stupid seahorse. With us having been there, it offered him an opportunity I'll bet he couldn't pass up." 

Shelly watched a series of emotions play across Brooke's pretty features before she settled on anger. "Varun may have had his problems, but he was worthy of respect. I won't have you disrespecting him." 

Jessica looked like she'd been slapped. Shelly saw her recover quickly and straighten her shoulders as she faced off against the assassin turned supermodel. 

"Why would you defend him? Didn't he kidnap you twice and have you tortured? Didn't he try to kill your husband? Why would you defend a monster like that?" Jessica demanded. 

Shelly didn't see Brooke move. One moment the mermaid was standing in the water, the next she was standing over Jessica's prone form with one of her shimmering blue blades at Jessica's neck. 

"Yes, he did all that, but he wasn't to blame for most of it," Brooke snarled at the prone woman. 

"Wasn't to blame?" Jessica tried to ask, but Brooke talked over her. 

"When he had me taken and tortured the first time, he was under the Outsider's influence. I love Lyden for all I'm worth, but my husband grievously wounded and insulted Varun. Can you really blame the previous Pillar of Water for wanting revenge? Before the Chaos war, Varun was one of the wisest among the Pillars. Creatures from every realm came to him for advice. Calling him a seahorse would be like calling a human an ape. No, I didn't love Varun for what he did to me, but I don't blame him either. This world is weaker now because of his death. Three of the six Pillars are relatively new to their power. The other three have to shoulder that extra weight until Lysa, Angela, and now Poseidon can completely control their strength. This world is on the verge of crumbling. You heard what Gloria told us about the Firsts. Whoever, or whatever killed Varun has placed us all in danger." 

Shelly saw tears drip from Brooke's eyes onto Jessica's cheeks. Jessica's throat swallowed, but she didn't blink as she met Brooke's glare. 

"Maybe it should crumble," Jessica said, shocking them all. "How much trouble and misunderstanding has occurred because the two worlds were separate? Both sides won't get along until they're forced to." 

"You don't know what you're saying," Shelly said through numb lips. 

"What you're talking about is the death of thousands on both sides by the time it settled down, if it ever did," Brooke spoke next. "Tensions are already thick between both worlds. How many innocents would die? How many children would lose their lives or their parents, because you're not happy with the way things are?" 

"It wouldn't go that far," Jessica said, though she'd lost some of her heat. "You and... your husband, or Shelly and her brother would stop them before it got that far." 

"What do you think we're trying to do?" Brooke demanded. She hesitated another moment, then pushed herself away from Jessica. "We're trying to stop the violence now, before it gets that far. If the two worlds combine, there will be no stopping the violence. That's hoping that the worlds don't collapse altogether, killing us all. The original six Pillars separated this world from Earth, but they're still tied together. Collapse one, and they both might fall." 

Jessica didn't get up right away. She touched her throat where a trickle of blood seeped from a shallow cut. 

Shelly was torn. On the one hand, she wanted to run to her girlfriend and comfort her. On the other hand, she agreed with Brooke, if not necessarily her methods. No matter how much Brooke might have respected Varun, there was no reason for her to attack Jessica like that. She chose to comfort her girlfriend, but Jessica glared at her, and Shelly stepped back instead. She knew she should have backed Jessica up from the beginning, but the thought of the two worlds crumbling sent a shiver of terror through her. 

"Has anyone else noticed that it's not raining?" Bridgette spoke into the tense silence. 

Shelly blinked a couple times as she tried to understand what Bridgette was getting at. Why was she talking about the rain? There were more important things to worry about. A moment later, her heart sunk as she realized what the lack of rain meant. It always rained in the Pillar of Water's demesne. Looking up, Shelly saw that there were clouds in the sky, but they were white and fluffy. What did this mean? 

Silence fell as they all looked at one another. Did the lack of rain mean that Poseidon hadn't taken over as the Pillar of Water? Or was he changing things up now that he was in charge? Or was he too occupied with fighting for his position to properly manage his realm? 

"I don't think now is the time to sit here and argue," Shelly said. All eyes turned on her and she wished she'd kept her mouth shut. 

Jessica grimaced as though swallowing something sour, then dropped her head. "You're right. We have other things to worry about." 

Brooke looked out over the water before walking over to her daughter. "We'll go see what we can find out. You two go talk to Marchosias and see what he has to say. I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but he can be dangerous. Watch yourselves around him." 

"We've dealt with him before," Jessica said in a derisive tone. "I think we can handle him." 

Shelly saw Brooke's eyebrow rise in a way that she knew meant danger. No matter how Brooke might look on the outside, or what most of the world saw her as, Shelly knew she was a dangerous woman. She moved to her girlfriend. "We'll be careful," she said in a rush. "If we're lucky, he'll only be an illusion again. If not... well, we'll be careful no matter what." 

"See that you do." Brooke turned her back on them. Shelly felt Jessica tense next to her and she reached down to grab the other woman's hand. Jessica looked at her for a moment before pulling her hand away and walking up the beach. 

Shelly moved to follow, but Brooke's voice stopped her. "Watch her, Shelly. I can see what she means to you, but there's a darkness inside her. I won't tell you whom to care for, but be careful with her." 

"Then don't tell me," Shelly spat before she could think better of it. When she saw the shock and anger on the assassin's face, she moderated her tone. "She told me how she was treated by her own mother. I can't say I understand what she went through, but I know we can trust her. She's saved our lives more than once, and helped rescue you." 

"Don't talk to my mom that way," Bridgette—no, now it was Brock in the mechanical legs—stated as he stepped forward. "She's not the one that wants to destroy our world." 

"Jessica doesn't want that either," Shelly spun to face her half-brother. "Not really. She's just been hurt and doesn't know how to deal with a family that loves and cares for each other." 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 08



"I think there is more to it than that," Brooke told her in even tones. "All I'm telling you is: be careful. You haven't known her that long." 

Shelly felt her anger boil up from her stomach and she wanted to scream. How could Brooke understand? Brooke knew Shelly's dad for most of his life. Lyden Snow had had a hard childhood—partially due to Brooke's actions—but he came out all right. Shelly had no doubt the woman loved her father, but she couldn't understand the pain and torment Jessica had gone through with her mother. It was nothing like what Lyden had gone through. She couldn't understand the feelings Shelly held for the other woman. She wouldn't call it love, but she cared deeply for Jessica. 

Brooke continued to look at her, waiting. What was she waiting for? Did she expect Shelly to leave her girlfriend? Did she expect Shelly to blow up and throw a tantrum? Shelly was well beyond that stage in her life... 

Or was she? Wasn't she in a small way throwing a tantrum internally instead of exploding outward? Why was she getting so defensive? Brooke hadn't asked her to leave Jessica, but to be careful. 

"Did your dad ever tell you about when I followed Angela and him into this world?" Brooke asked and Shelly shook her head. "I suspected what Angela was. Of course, this is before she became the Pillar of Fire. I loved your father even then, though I'd never told him. All I knew about Angela was that she was a succubus. Like Jessica, I didn't trust her kind. She was a soul sucking demonic creature aligned with Fire, and she was in the company of the man I'd spent my whole life protecting. I followed them into this world, sure that Angela was luring him here to kill him. I almost killed Angela that day." 

Brooke paused, and when she didn't continue, Shelly asked, "What does that have to do with me or Jessica? She's already promised to give the succubae a chance like you did with Angela." 

Brooke frowned. Shelly realized her tone was a bit inappropriate, but she refused to apologize. 

"I didn't tell you that story for Jessica's benefit." Brooke's green eyes flashed with irritation as she spoke. "I mentioned it because things aren't always what you think they are. You of all people should understand that, living in this world and with your ability to change shapes. You're right that Jessica has helped us. Yes, she helped save me from Varun's prison. But what do you really know about her? Why did she do those things? Our family has a stake in protecting both worlds. What's her cause?" 

Shelly opened her mouth to argue, but realized she had nothing to say. The truth was, she didn't know a whole lot about Jessica. Jessica wasn't a bad person, she was sure of that. Her own words and thoughts from when she'd first met Jessica came back to her. She'd gotten between Sheldon and Jessica because she didn't trust the woman. But Jessica had proven herself since then. Just as Angela had proven herself to Brooke. 

"Help her," Brooke said in tones that were softer than Shelly expected after her earlier comments. She straightened her shoulders and turned to her son. "Come on, Brock. We have a ways to go yet, and a lot of people to talk to." 

Brock met her eyes before turning to follow his mother. Shelly watched them go and disappear beneath the waves. After a few moments passed, she realized she was staring at the calm surface of the water. She'd never seen the Pillar of Water's demesne so calm. Of course, this hadn't been her favorite tourist destination in the past either. If Poseidon kept things this way, it might become a favored destination for tourists, assuming no one tried to see Marchosias or the Cyclopes. 

In her mind, she saw towels set out on the dry sand as a human child built a sandcastle with the help of a grindylow. Out in the water, a merman served patrons at a floating bar. Orcs and goblins played volleyball while a centaur refereed. She added Jessica and herself lying back under an umbrella, sipping some frozen drink and enjoying the peaceful scene. 

The image popped and shattered as she heard someone approach from behind. A sense of loss swept over her as she realized the picture would never become reality. Even if the Pillar of Water allowed humans to come to this beach, it was too dangerous with the Cyclopes nearby. That's assuming any of the races she'd pictured actually got along with each other when this was all over. 

"It's beautiful," Jessica said next to her. For a moment, Shelly thought she was reading her mind. Then she saw Jessica looking out over the water with—were those tears in her eyes? Jessica blinked and faced her. "I'm sorry about my outburst earlier. It's just... It's just that everyone thinks this world is so great that they forget about the bad stuff. The Pillars rule with an iron fist. If you go against them, you die, or get locked away. They don't understand what it's like to be one of us. How could they with all that power?" 

Shelly almost pointed out that Angela hadn't always had that kind of power, but buried the thought. No sense in starting another argument centered on a succubus. Instead, she took another tact. "What about all the death and chaos that would result if the two worlds collided, instead of being destroyed?" She was careful to keep her voice calm as she spoke. 

Jessica was silent for a long moment before she finally responded. "It would be bad for a while. I won't deny that, but it would force everyone to get along. Those from this world would see that humans aren't so dangerous, and vice versa." 

This time it was Shelly that remained silent. Humans were dangerous, and so were a great many creatures from here. Hadn't she killed her fair share of ogres, mer-people, myrmidons, and others? Her vision of a peaceful beach seemed further away than ever before. 

"Come on," Shelly said as she turned and headed up the beach. "We still need to talk to Marchosias and see if he knows what's going on." 

She sensed, more than saw, Jessica follow after her as they headed for the cave that acted as the long way to Marchosias's home. 

"Are you mad at me?" Jessica asked in sullen tones as they stepped into the dimly lit cave. 

Shelly searched her feelings before answering. "I'm not mad," she said with all honesty. "I'm just confused." 

"About?" Jessica asked when Shelly didn't continue. The black haired woman reached for Shelly's hand, and she decided to accept the touch. 

"This world is my home. I grew up here. I understand that what you went through was terrible, but you have to see that it's not all bad. Like that goblin girl you played with the first time you escaped. The humans think all goblins are bad—and I'll admit that many of them can be—but that girl was your friend. Look at the friends you've made since you escaped the last time." 

"You mean your brother?" Jessica asked with a touch of acid. "I thought he was a decent guy, but ever since he got with that harlot, nothing I say or do is good enough for him. Brooke seems to have something shoved up her ass whenever I talk. Bridgette—or Brock, depending on whichever identity crisis is in control at the time—hangs on her mother's apron strings like a lifeline. You're the only good thing that's happened to me since I met you, and even you were cruel to me at first." 

Jessica's words sent Shelly into turmoil. On the one hand, if Jessica had treated Gloria better from the beginning, then Sheldon wouldn't struggle so much with her. It didn't help that Jessica had walked away from him, hurting his ego. That was partially Shelly's fault also, adding guilt to her defensive emotions. She was also defensive for her half-sibling. Her half-brother/sister couldn't help the fact that he was dependent on his mother. Hated by both worlds for being a half-breed, Brooke was his/her only comfort. At least Sheldon and Shelly had each other. She felt guilty for the way she'd mistrusted Jessica at first, but also elated that Jessica thought she was one of the good things in this world. 

In short, she was a mess and she knew it. She didn't have an answer for Jessica, and kept her mouth shut as they walked. Her throbbing headache didn't add to her mood in a positive way. 

As they passed the Cyclopes, the thought occurred to Shelly that she ought to see what she could do about getting a sample from one of them. Sheldon had his ogre form, but that was dangerous to anyone else around. Would a Cyclops be any safer? They were supposed to be much smarter, if not quite as strong. She imagined her brother's strong hands gripping her as a sword or a spear, his powerful grip holding her body as he wielded her in whatever form. His fingers caressing her metal blade or— 

Her cheeks burned as she realized where those thoughts were going. What was wrong with her? Sheldon was her brother! Ever since escaping from Poseidon though, she'd seen him in a different light, and she didn't like it. Maybe it was time for them to move apart and live their own lives. She wasn't completely useless on her own, and besides, she had Jessica with her now. She squeezed the other woman's hand as they moved deeper into the cave. 

The first sign that things weren't as they should be was the flickering globes of light that Marchosias also used as traps. The last time they walked this path, the globes had hung in the air, lighting their way with a soft glow. Now they lay on the rock floor, flickering as though they were losing power and about to go out. The second sign was more ominous. Marchosias's door hung open on its hinges. 

Shelly changed into her sword form, shifting most of her mass outward. Jessica carried her into the room, point first. 

The place was a disaster. Shelly remembered it being stuffy and somewhat clustered before, but now it looked light a tornado had come through. The chairs were on their sides, and the previously organized stacks of items were spread everywhere. The lights in here flickered as they had in the cave, and Marchosias was nowhere to be found. 

"What happened?" Jessica asked as she walked around the room. 

"I'm not sure," Shelly vibrated to speak. Jessica almost dropped her in shock, but tightened her grip before it was too late. "I don't see any blood and nothing looks broken. Did whatever it was that killed Varun attack Marchosias?" 

"I doubt it," Jessica replied. She walked to the doorway that led to the long closet where the potions had resided earlier. "Whatever was big enough to tear Varun apart couldn't fit inside this area." 

"That's assuming that what killed the previous Pillar of Water was big," a baritone voice stated behind them. Jessica spun around and pointed Shelly at the demon Marchosias in his human form. 

If she was in a form that breathed, her lungs would have halted at the sight of the man. He was gorgeous! No, he was beyond gorgeous. With his long brown hair flowing across his broad shoulders, and his dark, deep set eyes set within his chiseled face, he was the embodiment of beauty. He had something in his arms, but Shelly had a hard time taking her attention away from his face. Shelly couldn't remember being this affected by him the last time they were here, and she suspected that it was because the last time, he hadn't really been here. It had been an illusion. 

"Do... do you know what killed him?" Jessica asked. By the tremor in her voice, Shelly suspected that she was being affected by the demon's charisma as well. 

"No," he stated in a flat tone as his brows drew together. "What I do know is that I let your gang borrow a couple potions, you went down to rescue that damned mermaid, and the fucking Pillar of Water was torn apart." 

"You think we had anything to do with that?" Shelly demanded, shock at the accusation and his vulgarity pulling her from the stupor his perfection put her in. No man or creature had a right to be that... flawless! 

"I did," he continued to look at them. Shelly finally noticed what was in his hands. Marchosias held a sword with a dull gray blade. She thought she should know about that sword, but couldn't think of how. If only his beauty and her headache weren't such a distraction. "Then I listened to your little conversation on the beach." 

"I thought you knew everything that happened in your area," Jessica said. Shelly realized she was backing up to the door. She changed back into her normal form. She was more vulnerable this way, but if Marchosias had intended to attack, he could have done so before notifying them of his presence. 

"Precisely," Marchosias hissed. "Under the waves isn't my area. If it happens on my island, I know. What did happen while you were down there?" 

Shelly faced the beautiful man. His lips looked so kissable! She had to shake that thought away before she could speak. "We went down to rescue Brooke like we said, and—" 

"Yes, yes. I figured that much out when I saw the tart standing on my beach. I mean what happened to Varun?" 

"We don't know!" Shelly almost shouted. "Poseidon attacked us, and we fled. It was chaotic, and I can't remember very much after Gloria made us leave. She stayed behind to shield us. When we woke back up on Earth, Gloria was with us." 

"Lily wouldn't do something like that," Marchosias spat. "She couldn't. She's not strong enough, and she knows better. Think, girl! What else happened? You had to have seen something." 

Shelly remembered him calling Gloria, Lily, before, and wondered how old her brother's girlfriend was. 

"How do you know Gloria didn't do it, if you couldn't see what happened?" Jessica asked. Shelly noted a steely look in her eyes. The same look she always got when attacking the succubae race. 

"I already told you. She couldn't and wouldn't do it. I've known her a long time. Longer than I've known any of you. Now quit acting like you don't know what's going on and answer my questions!" 

Shelly realized the demon was furious and forced herself to take a step away. Even in his anger, he was breathtaking. In a one on two fight, she knew they would lose. 

"We don't know what's going on!" She protested. She knew that Gloria was once Aphrodite, and very powerful in her own right. If what Marchosias said was true, and she wasn't strong enough to kill Varun, what had? 

Marchosias's dark eyes bore into her and she took another step back. It took more effort than she cared to admit, but she broke the gaze first and looked around for anything that could help them. The room was still a disaster, but nothing looked promising. Obviously Marchosias wasn't hurt, so he probably wasn't attacked. Why was the area in such disarray? "You're moving." The words were out of her mouth before she knew they were in her head. 

"I'm not moving. I'm being evicted!" His mouth twisted as he spoke, lengthening as his teeth grew larger. "Poseidon thinks I had something to do with Varun's death. Since he's the new Pillar of Water, I have a choice: fight him, or leave. I have no intention of killing the new Pillar, so I'm going. I won't add more chaos to whatever is going on down there." 

Shelly wondered if the demon was really strong enough to take on a Pillar, even a new one, in his own domain. Something told her now wasn't the time to ask or test him. 

"We didn't kill the Pillar," Shelly said in as calm a voice as she could muster. "We don't know who did. We're trying to find out." 

He was in full wolf form now, with a snake for a tail. The sword was gone, but she noted a dull gray sheen to his pelt. Whatever it was about that sword that tugged at her memory told her to be extra careful. 

"I'm terribly sorry to hear that," the wolf demon grinned at them. At least she was no longer distracted by his beauty. "I'm sure if I offer your two corpses up to Poseidon, he'll allow me to stay. It's nothing personal, you understand, but I have grown accustomed to this home over the centuries, and I was loathe to start imbuing a new place with my power." 

Shelly felt Jessica's hand grab the back of her shirt, and she shifted back into a sword. Marchosias leaped at them. Shelly felt disoriented for a moment as Jessica swung her at the demon's head. Marchosias twisted in midair somehow, avoiding the blow, and landed back on his feet. The snake tail hissed at them, snapping in their direction, but was too far away to be dangerous. 

The wolf's yellow eyes watched them as it started to pace. Drool dripped from its bared gray fangs as it growled. Jessica turned to keep Shelly between them. Shelly didn't know how powerful Marchosias was, only that her father respected him. If he was confident enough to think he could best Poseidon, then the two women were in trouble. Was her father the answer to getting them safely out of here? 

Before she could ask, Jessica spoke as though reading her mind. "I'm sure Ambassador Snow wouldn't appreciate you killing his daughter. I thought the two of you had a truce?" 

Marchosias's tongue licked out around his sharp teeth before he answered in a voice that was much deeper and rougher than his humanoid voice had been. "Ha! Your father isn't the man he once was." Shelly knew Marchosias was talking directly to her. He stopped pacing and sat on his haunches, eyes wary, but otherwise seeming relaxed. "Oh, I know his secret. He couldn't hide that from me when he came to visit after his resurrection. Without the sword he stole from me, he can't hurt me. He might whine to Gaia, but I'm perfectly within my rights to kill you. After all, I didn't invite you in here. You just walked in. You're intruders. And after I deliver you to Poseidon, I'll be free to stay. I respect your father, but he is no threat to me." 

Shelly realized that Jessica had dropped her guard a bit as the demon spoke. She was about to warn her girlfriend, when the demon launched himself at them again. Jessica tried to get Shelly's sword form up in time, but Marchosias was faster. They were knocked to the ground under the wolf's weight. Jessica managed to get Shelly between the monster's teeth before they bit down on her throat. 

Shelly felt the demon's tongue lick across her blade, lathering her metallic surface in saliva. A few minutes earlier the thought of his tongue on her would have made her shiver in delight. Now she was holding back panic. 

He pressed harder against them and Shelly felt her edge bite into his flesh. As his blood seeped around her, Shelly's world shattered. 

* * * * 

"Hey young lady." Shelly didn't recognize the voice that spoke. "Hey! You want to wake up now? You're cute and all, but this is my space. I don't appreciate door-to-door salesmen or freeloaders." 

Shelly opened her eyes and saw an attractive older man leaning over her. His long gray hair hung from his head, and familiar gray eyes seemed to pierce her to her core. 

"Where am I?" she asked. She had to roll to her side before she could sit up. They were on a small island with a hut and a palm tree leaning over it. Waves lapped against the sandy beach beneath an ivory white sky. It wasn't the island she'd been on a few moments before. 

"How is it that an attractive young woman shows up on my doorstep, literally out in the middle of nowhere, and she doesn't know where she is?" 

Shelly tried to think, but her head felt like it had been used as a bowling ball by a couple of golems. "Jessica!" she yelled as the thought came to her. She was in trouble. 

"Your name is Jessica?" The old man asked. "No need to shout, I'm right here. Nice to meet you, Jessica. I'm—" 

"No," she interrupted as she got to her feet. "My name is Shelly. I'm... Jessica is my girlfriend. She was in trouble." 

"Girlfriend?" The man arched one eyebrow with a lecherous grin. "Nice! Lesbians!" he paused and looked at her with a shrewd look. "I hope you're into men, because it's been a long time... and did I mention how attractive you are?" 




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"I'm not—you did, but... I... wait, what? No." The old man was confusing her. She needed to get back to Jessica, but she didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten here. 

"No?" he asked with a pout. 

"Aah!" Shelly threw her hands in the air and walked away from the man. She saw dolphins jumping out in the water. She had to be in Water's domain still, but she didn't recognize this island. Could she convince one of those dolphins to take her back to Marchosias's island? Was it already too late? If only she had her brother's ability, she could change into a dolphin, or something else that could swim. Of course, then she would also need to know where she was in order to get back to Marchosias's island. 

"Wow. The youth today have changed since I was alive. There's no more respect for the elderly." 

The man's voice stopped her in her tracks. Since he was alive? Was she dead? This didn't seem like either Heaven or Hell to her, but she'd never really believed in either anyway. Was the man undead? There was sunlight, so he couldn't be a vampire. Unfortunately, vampires weren't the only creatures that were undead, and many of them didn't fear sunlight. 

She spun around to face him. There was still something about him that was familiar, but she couldn't place it. She was sure she'd never met him before. She decided to keep a careful eye on him. 

"My girlfriend is in danger. I need to get back to her." She tried to keep her voice calm, but she didn't like the way he leered when she said girlfriend. "Do you know how I can get off this island and get back to her? The demon, Marchosias, was trying to kill us, and suddenly I wound up here." 

At the demon's name, the old man grew serious. "That old demon? Why would he want to kill you?" 

"You know who he is?" she asked with rising hope in her voice, though it shouldn't surprise her. If the old man had lived here long, then he would know of the powerful demon that shared Water's domain. Shelly wished she knew of any other islands in Varun's—no, it was Poseidon's—demesne. 

"I know him all right." The man shook his shaggy head. "He's usually a good guy, but if he's trying to kill your friend, then she's in trouble. Did you say she was as good looking as you?" 

Shelly got the impression that this man's mind only worked down one track, and he wasn't her type. She could play along though, if it got her off this island. 

"Better looking. She's the daughter of a succubus, and absolutely stunning." Jessica wouldn't appreciate her giving away that secret, but Shelly would deal with that later. 

"A succubus, huh?" the man's grin showed pearly white teeth. "Been a very long time since I've been with one of them." His gray eyes grew distant for a while, then focused back on her. "Well? What are you waiting around here for? You need to get back to that woman!" 

Shelly opened her mouth to retort, but her stomach cramped hard enough to double her over. Her insides felt as though they were twisting into knots. She realized she was face first in the sand and the old man was talking to her, but she couldn't think or hear past the pain. 

Something large grabbed her feet and yanked. She was ripped through the air as the island disappeared below her. The old man stared in astonishment. Everything grew dark as the world vanished. 

* * * * 

"Shelly, wake up!" She felt something warm and moist press against her lips. "Please! I need you to be okay. I... I need you, Shelly. Don't leave me." 

Shelly groaned as she opened her eyes. Her body felt stiff, but at least the pain was gone. It took her a moment to focus on the woman leaning over her. Tears dripped from Jessica's blue eyes onto Shelly's face. 

"What...?" she started to ask. Memories crashed into her with the force of a tidal wave. She sat up too fast, slamming her head into Jessica's and making them both cry out. Shelly dropped back to the floor and rolled onto her side, holding her forehead. "Marchosias?" she gasped past her sudden renewed headache. 

"He fled, I think," Jessica moaned next to her. 

Shelly sat back up—with a lot more care this time—and looked at her girlfriend. "Fled? Why would he flee?" 

Jessica returned her look with bloodshot eyes. She was silent for a moment, making Shelly wonder if she was going to answer. When she did, it wasn't what Shelly expected to hear. "When he bit down on you, I got worried. I saw blood, and thought it was yours. It was stupid, I know. You were a sword, so how could you bleed?" Jessica shook her head, then groaned. Shelly saw a large lump already formed on her head. "I don't know why, but he pulled away after that, and vanished. I... I don't know where he went." 

Shelly moved to Jessica's side and hugged her. "Sorry about your head," she whispered, not sure of what else to say. "I'm glad you're all right. I was so worried about you." 

"You were worried about me?" Jessica laughed as she hugged Shelly back. "I thought for sure that I'd lost you. After Marchosias left, you changed back, but wouldn't wake up. Your heartbeat was weak, and you were barely breathing. What happened?" 

Shelly felt her eyes brimming with tears as she tried to think of an answer. That island felt like a dream now. The details grew foggy as she tried to recall them. "I don't know," she admitted after a few seconds. "I went far away... somehow... but now I'm back. I don't know what happened." 

"You, um, changed shapes right before he ran away." Jessica sounded hesitant as she spoke. "You became a different sword. I—I dropped you because I wasn't expecting it. I was afraid I'd hurt you." 

A different sword? Why would she become a different sword? There were plenty that she could become, though only a couple forms she used regularly. She recalled the blade Marchosias had held in his human form, and how his coat had taken on a dull sheen when he'd transformed. She'd never changed without meaning to in the past, so what happened? 

"What did I look like in the other form?" She asked, almost afraid of the answer. "The other sword, I mean." 

Jessica pulled back and looked into Shelly's eyes. "It looked old. Not as pretty as you are now." Jessica cracked a half smile. 

"Flatterer," Shelly accused, though she couldn't hide her smile at the compliment. 

"Your blade was dull gray and thin. It was curved like an old Japanese blade. In the hilt was a round pearl." 

"A round pearl?" Shelly asked, feeling snarky for some reason. Something tickled her memory, but she still couldn't place it. As far as she knew, she'd never heard of a sword with a dull gray blade. "Are you sure it wasn't square like most pearls?" 

"If you're feeling good enough to make jokes, then you're feeling good enough to give me a kiss for saving your life," Jessica teased back. 

"I thought you were already kissing me when I woke up." Shelly winked at her girlfriend, feeling a lot lighter. Something still bothered her, but for that moment, they were safe. Except... "Shouldn't we get out of here? Won't Marchosias come back?"  

"The way he high-tailed it out of here?" Jessica shook her head and her smile widened. "You didn't see his face before he vanished with his snake-tail between his legs. I doubt he'll be back any time soon. You scared him good with whatever it was you did to him." 

Shelly didn't think she'd done anything to scare him away, but she glowed inside, thinking that Jessica found her important. 

"I'm still waiting on that kiss," Jessica smirked. 

"Get over here," Shelly grinned and sat up enough to pull Jessica down and into a kiss. 

* * * * 

* * * * 

Lyden stood waiting with his wife, Becky, at his side. Gaia's waiting area was different from the first time he'd come here. It always was, depending on who was waiting. There was no opening to the outside to let a dragon in, and only two rooms off the entrance. One for each of them. 

This was Gaia's realm, and her home, and it was under her complete control. A lesson he wouldn't forget. Gaia was an ally, but she was also the Pillar of Earth. He couldn't allow himself to forget that she had her own agenda. 

"Are we going to talk about what you almost did?" Becky asked him. He knew from her tone that she was still upset with him. Not that he could blame her, but what was he supposed to do? His children were dying! 

"No," he told her in a soft voice. "Not here." He knew Gaia was listening to everything they said. He knew he would have to talk with her about it eventually, but was surprised she'd waited this long to bring it up. 

"It's not like I don't understand," she told him, though he wondered if that were true. They didn't have any kids together. Not living at any rate. Instead, Becky tended to look after all his kids as though she were a secondary mother. He knew she loved them all, but... well, they weren't her's. She refused to try again, after... No! He wouldn't think of them. It hurt too much to remember their deaths. 

He didn't respond, so she continued. "They were hurt. I get that, but sometimes I think you act too fast. There were other options." 

"I'm worried about everything else going on right now," he told her, trying to change the subject. He really didn't want to think about the twins, bleeding and hurt, or what they had to do to recover. It was one thing for him to do it, but his kids? Sure, they were old enough to do adult things, but it didn't mean he wanted to think about it, much less be in the same area. 

"Who could kill a Pillar?" Becky responded, though she gave him a look that let him know she knew what he was doing. 

"As far as I know, either an Outsider, or me before I died." 

Becky shuddered next to him. "I hope another one of those beasts haven't come here." 

"What if—?" Lyden began, but Becky cut him off. 

"No. You killed it, my love. You need to stop worrying about that." 

Lyden wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe that every bit of the Outsider had been pulled into him before he was shot through the heart, killing them both. What if something escaped? What if he missed a small part of it? They could all be in serious danger. 

"I'm glad to see the twins have found someone to care about." Now it was Becky changing the subject, but Lyden wasn't going to argue. He didn't like worrying about the Outsiders. "Gloria seems like a decent sort, and seems to really care for Sheldon." 

"I worry that she may be too old for him," Lyden replied, then felt his cheeks burn as Becky scoffed. 

"Too old? Angela is over two-hundred, and Brooke is over a hundred-fifty. Not to mention Gaia, who is as old as the Earth." 

"Fine, you've proved your point," he conceded. He really didn't have room to talk, though Gaia and he weren't really a thing. In fact, they hadn't been together since his resurrection, but there were reasons for that. 

"And Jessica seems nice enough, once you get past her dislike of succubae." 

"Dislike?" he arched one eyebrow at her. "I don't think 'dislike' is the right word." He paused as he considered his daughter's girlfriend. There was something about her that bothered him. He figured it was her hatred of the succubae, while he still loved Angela. He wasn't able to be with the Pillar of Fire as much as he'd like. He felt bad, but with his duties between both worlds, none of his wives got the attention they deserved. Neither did his kids, but he still tried when he could. 

"I'm not as old as the Earth," Gaia stated as she rose up out of the ground. "I'm older than dirt." 

Lyden struggled to hold back his chuckle as Becky's cheeks grew heated. 

"Thank you for seeing us," Lyden stated, aware that he wasn't able to hide his mirth from his tone. Becky's jab to his side let him know that she noticed. The truth was that they'd waited hours for Gaia to show. It was about time she presented herself. 

"I apologize for the wait," she smirked at him. "You should have refreshed yourselves while you waited." 

Lyden glanced at the two rooms adjoining this one. One had his name above the door, and the other one had Becky's. He knew why she wanted him to go in there. Only the owner of the room could enter, and it would have separated the pair. Of course, Gaia could enter also, and he knew she would try to seduce him. Despite being older than dirt, she was an attractive woman. Dark, earthy skin, wide hips, and a healthy bust added to her sex appeal. Even as he looked at her, he felt himself growing hard in his pants. 

"I'm afraid the reason we're here is most urgent," Lyden said though his throat had gone dry. 

"Varun's murder," Gaia stated with a small frown. "The strain of supporting this world is becoming worse." 

"Lysa and Angela are trying their best," Becky said in defense of the other Pillars. 

"I didn't say they weren't," Gaia rebuked Becky. "They were the best choice we had at the time, but it may take centuries before they're strong enough to pull their full weight." 

"Is it that, or because they're not a First?" Lyden said, stepping between Gaia and Becky. They were in the Orange Bubble when Gloria told them about the Firsts. It was a gamble bringing that up with Gaia, but he needed to know. By the look on the Pillar of Earth's face, she hadn't known that they knew. 

Gaia regarded them for a long moment before she spoke. "How do you know that term?" 

Lyden thought it was a good sign that she didn't deny it. Or kill them outright. Or did it mean she was going to destroy them after this conversation? 

"It doesn't matter," Lyden held his ground—no pun intended—despite Gaia's glare. "There are bigger concerns. Besides, you know we can keep your secrets." 

Gaia's thick lips thinned as she regarded them. "But you don't trust me with all of your secrets." 

"Are you implying that we have all of yours?" Lyden shot back. Becky gripped his arm in warning. Gaia was arguably the most powerful of the Pillars, and here he was provoking her. 

Gaia burst out laughing a second later, and Lyden relaxed. "No, Lyden Snow. You will never have all of a woman's secrets." For some reason, he suspected she was looking past him at Becky. "So, you know of the Firsts. Yes, I am one, among others. It may be that your daughter and wife will never be strong enough to match who they replaced. Poseidon was powerful before he took up the mantle of Water, but the other two are doing a better job of supporting their realm than he is. I wasn't lying when I said that it may take them centuries to master their respective mantles. I believe they can do it, or I wouldn't have let Angela remain, much less chosen your daughter for Air." 

Lyden shuddered at the finality in her tone. He had no doubt that she could destroy either one if she chose. 

"Do you know who killed Varun?" Becky spoke up, coming to stand by Lyden's side. 

"If I knew that, they would be dead," Gaia said with that same note of finality. Lyden noticed the strain in the corners of her eyes. Half the Pillars were relatively new, and the original half had to pick up their slack in holding this world together. 

"We're sorry to have bothered you," Lyden said, realizing that coming here had been a waste of time. Gaia could see everything that touched the Earth if she chose to focus on it. If it floated in the water, or up in the air, however, she was blind to it. It had been foolish to think Gaia might have seen Varun's murderer. 

"It was no bother," Gaia grinned. Lyden didn't like the hunger behind that grin. 

"If there is anything you know—" Becky began, but Lyden cut her off. 

"I can see you're busy. We won't take up any more of your concentration." He really didn't like that gleam in Gaia's brown eyes. Except... her eyes dimmed as she melted into the ground. 

"There's no need to rush," Gaia said as Lyden felt her arms wrap around his chest from behind. Where was Becky? Her voice was soft and sultry as she spoke into his ear. "Why don't you stay and rest?" She didn't hold him tight, but there was no doubt that Lyden wasn't getting away from her. Her finger tips stroked his chest as she continued to speak. "It's been a long time, Generator. I could use a recharge." 

"I—I'm no longer a Generator," He told her. Despite his worry and concern, he could feel his arousal rising. Angela may control the fires of passion, but Mother Earth could control earthy desires. He needed to get out of here before it was too late. 

"Hmm? That's too bad. No one has been able to power me up like you used to." Despite her words, she didn't let go. 

"Pardon me, Pillar," Becky came to his rescue, "but if you don't know who killed Varun, then we should get going. We need to find out who did it, and put a stop to them." 

"Becky... Dear, Becky. I haven't forgotten about my favored apprentice." Lyden turned his head to look at his wife. Love and pride flooded him as he noticed no fear in her gaze as she looked back at him. He saw concern etch the lines around her eyes, but she wasn't afraid. As he looked at her, a clone, or copy, of Gaia formed behind Becky and enfolded her in the Pillar's arms. "Do you remember the spell I taught you that will drive a man wild with lust?" Becky nodded but didn't speak. By the increased worry in her eyes, Lyden knew he was in trouble. Gaia placed her hands on Becky's cheek and turned her face. "Remember how powerless you were to stop me when I used it on you?" 

"Why are you doing this?" Becky gasped. The gasp turned into a moan as Gaia kissed her. To his horror, Lyden watched as Becky tried to fight against the kiss for a couple seconds, before melting into the Pillar's embrace and kissing her back. 

"There's no point in resisting." Gaia's warm breath tickled his neck. Lyden hadn't known that the Pillar of Earth could make multiple copies of herself. Unfortunately, with the way she started to nibble on his neck, he began to wonder what it would be like to screw duplicates of her. Would she feel each copy differently, or would everything be multiplied? He knew firsthand how talented she was in bed. Duplicate that, and... He felt her hands dip into his pants, freeing his cock. It used to change size and shape according to whomever he was with, but that had changed after his death. It was still a member to make him proud as it pointed towards his wife and Gaia-clone. 

"I can't... I don't..." Lyden tried to think through the lust haze that was crowding his thoughts. They were here for something important. "I'm not..." Gaia's fingers stroked his length. She knew how to use her hands and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped him at her expert touch. "Not... Generator... Ahh. I, um... Oh, yeah. That feels... No. Can't power you." His words were only slightly less jumbled than his thoughts. 

"I know," Gaia whispered as she walked around to face him. She never let go of his manhood, but Lyden knew he couldn't escape her even if she had. "But it has been too loooong since I've had this fine specimen between my thighs, or between my lips. I miss your taste, your feel, your excitement." As she drawled the word 'long' she stroked him faster, making him whimper with need and delight. "I've had many lovers over the millennia, Lyden Snow, but far too few that were as talented as you, and none within a couple centuries." She dropped to her knees in front of him, but kept her eyes locked on his. He couldn't look away from those beautiful, lust-filled brown orbs, but he knew when her clothes evaporated. "I'm sorry to resort to this, but I need a break from the stress. You have no idea how hard it can be to control and support this world with three new Pillars. I had hoped you would come to me willingly. Your wives didn't need to know. I hope you'll be able to forgive me, but I need this more than you can know." Her fingertips grazed his sensitive flesh making him need more contact. "I think that your wife needs a bit also." 




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Before he had a chance to process her words or even respond, she leaned forward and took his girth between her lips. His knees would have buckled at the bliss her tongue delivered as she bathed the rim of his rod, if they hadn't been locked. Her eyes were still riveted on his, adding an air of lewdness as she took his cock deeper into her mouth and down her throat. 

Movement to his left drew his attention, allowing him to break eye contact with the Earth vixen making him moan in pleasure. The Gaia-clone led a completely nude Becky over to him. His Gaia moved over to his right as the other two dropped to their knees with Becky in the middle. His Gaia released him from her moist mouth and licked along his length. The three women began to share his member between them, with Becky swallowing the tip, his Gaia licking his rod, and the Gaia-clone bathing his scrotum with her talented tongue. 

The bliss was too much and he felt himself careening towards his culmination. Instead, he cried out in shock when the Gaia on his right pinched him off at the base and pulled him away from the other two. 

"I have uses for this," Gaia told him. "You want to please me, don't you?" Lyden nodded. His libido was in overdrive. He would do whatever she wanted, if it meant more of that exquisite ecstasy. He knew that this wasn't what he wanted a moment ago, but couldn't figure out why. There was something he needed to hide. What was it? It was important, but it couldn't be as important as pleasing these three women. Could it? 

Gaia stood and used his prick to guide him over to a couch. She had him lie down, then straddled his waist. The Gaia-clone and Becky followed after, the former planting her wet coochy on his face. She tasted like a fresh mountain stream, the soft grass that made up her pubic hair tickled his chin. The two Gaia's faced each other, while Becky got on all fours between them. Her tongue joined his as he licked and nibbled the clone's clit. 

He felt Gaia's weight settle around his hips as he slipped inside her tight canal. Becky moaned into Gaia-clone's cunt, making Lyden suspect that Original-Gaia was licking her sweet pussy. 

Gaia-clone rocked her hips against the two sucking and licking mouths, moaning loudly. They were rewarded with a warm gush of water a moment later as she came. Lyden continued to drive his tongue into her hole while he let Becky work her clit, lengthening the duration of her climax. 

"Enough," Gaia-clone groaned and pulled away from them. 

Lyden noticed the clone melting back into the floor before Becky grabbed his face and shoved her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him frantically, her moans reaching a fevered pitch as Original-Gaia continued to munch on her box and ride his stiff prick. 

Lyden brought one hand to Becky's over-large nipple, thumbing it and making her squeal. His other hand moved to Gaia's hip, picking up her pace as his cock turned her insides into a frothy mess. Gaia's poon was tight and warm as she rocked her body on top of him. His thick hardness bumped against her deepest recesses, making them both shudder and moan in heaven. 

Once again he felt himself getting close, but Becky and Gaia reached theirs first. Becky had to move her lips away from his, leaving his mouth feeling empty and naked. Her lips were next to his ear, though, and he enjoyed the sounds of her cumming. 

Gaia's sweet cunny gripped him as his crotch was soaked in her juices. He wanted to fire off deep inside, to fill her womb with his seed, but she pulled off him before he could. 

Becky's weight settled on him, and he felt Gaia's hand guide him into her wet and ready hole. He pumped with abandon, both of them grunting and panting as he tried to reach his climax. He was so close. His entire world centered on the explosion that was being prepared in his balls. 

"I've adjusted her monthly cycle, Lyden," Gaia's words whispered into his brain. "She's fertile right now. Don't you want to get her pregnant? I know she wants to carry your child. She hides it well, but I know what's in her heart. She's afraid, but I won't let this child be harmed. She's suffered enough. Fill her with your seed, Lyden. Sow her womb with your cum, and plant a new child within her." 

The words soaked into him, but he knew he shouldn't. Becky was afraid to have any more children with him. He'd already lost two children. He couldn't do that to her again. He wouldn't! 

"Oh Lyden! You're making me cum again. Fuck me, Lyden. Fuck me!" 

Before he could do more than moan, he felt Becky's tiny twat tighten around him. His toes curled as electricity flooded his nervous system. He tried to lift her off him, but his muscles couldn't function beyond the joy wracking his body and mind. He filled her insides with his potent seed, no longer capable of choosing when to procreate. He had no doubts that Gaia was right, and Becky would end up pregnant from this. 

"Rest and sleep, you two," Gaia muttered to them. "You'll need it. When you wake up, I'll have someone help you with your mission. I know just the one." Becky was already snoring softly on top of him, his softening prick still ensconced within her. "Thank you for the stress relief, Lyden." 

He sensed, more than saw, Gaia moving away from him as a deep lethargy overtook him. 

"I don't know who is trying to kill the Pillars this time, but I know you can find them before it's too late." She moved away from him before turning to face him with a serious look in her eyes. "You should have trusted me with your secret. Get your rest. Eldon needs you right now. He's dying." 

Before Lyden could think to respond, the heavy weight of sleep overtook him.



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What can be better than a nice time spent on a cruise ship with your loving girlfriend? It's definitely not waking up in the hospital to find yourself hooked up to annoying machines and your family refusing to say how badly you've been hurt. 

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The Cost of Life 

Eldon sighed as he sat back in the lounge chair. This was the life. He honestly couldn't think of anything better. The sun sat low on the horizon as the cruise ship cut through the water on its way to some tropical destination. He didn't know where the ship was headed, but it didn't matter. The temperature was perfect, not too warm, and not too cold. In his hand rested an alcoholic drink that tasted sweet and fruity. All of that by itself would be wonderful, but there was more bringing a smile to his face. 

Still in critical condition... 

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Gloria smiled up at him and released his rounded phallus from her talented mouth. "We can come here any time you want. Now you just lie back, and let me see if I can get you off, again." 

She'd already swallowed two of his loads since coming up on deck, but he didn't show any signs of softening, or having any desires to have her stop. 

Someone needs to stop that bleeding or we're going to lose him. 

Gloria used her left hand to fondle his scrotum, massaging the sensitive orbs as she sucked his thick head between her lips. She used her right hand to stroke the saliva slickened length of him, causing him to arch his back in delight. 

"Mind if I help?" a voice asked. A slender female shape stepped between him and the sun, and he recognized the President of the United States, Martha Louise. He couldn't remember her being on this cruise, but suddenly it seemed as though she'd always been there. 

The sudden image of her bloody and unconscious while strapped into a seat flit through his mind, but he shoved it aside. She was a lot more attractive in the skimpy white one piece swimsuit. The neckline of her outfit dropped below her belly button, giving him a great view of her abdomen and the valley between her decent sized breasts. Her dark nipples, visible through the thin light fabric, were already hard. 

Only three survivors. One is... 

"The more the merrier," Gloria smiled and returned to her task. 

"Well, what if I sit here," Martha grinned and straddled his face. He had to set his drink down, but he didn't mind. He had a different chalice to drink from now. "And then I can lean forward and help. Let me see. Maybe I should move this to the side?" 

Martha reached down and slipped the damp crotch of her bathing suit out of his way. Eldon lifted his head the remaining distance and used his tongue to run the length of her slit. He heard her moan before he felt another mouth on his twisted rod.  

I said we need to stop that bleeding from the stump! Damn it! If he loses any more blood he'll go into cardiac arrest! 

Eldon used the tip of his tongue to run around the mature woman's inner labia. She was already wet, but as he sucked in her petals, a fresh flow coated his lips, nose, and chin. 

He brought his arms around her waist and gripped her rear, pulling her tighter into his mouth. With his strength, she wasn't going to be able to get away, and he attacked her clitoris with ferocious hunger. Martha jerked and squirmed as he nibbled on her sensitive nub, but couldn't escape. She moaned and twitched on top of him, making Eldon grin as he brought her closer to climax. 

POTUS is stabilizing. We need to get her out of here. 

"Oh, yes! That... That feels great, Eldon. Oh, oh... I... Oh yeah. I'm gonna—" Before she could finish her sentence, Eldon felt her muscles go rigid and his mouth flooded with more of her sweet taste. 

He's in no condition to move. We need to stabilize that bar. It's punctured right through his... 

"Mmm, I don't think we're going to be able to finish him off with our mouths this time," Gloria's voice reached him. Why don't you turn around, Martha, and we can slip this beast inside you?" 

"Oh, yeah! I can't wait to take that beast inside me," Martha replied. "I still can't believe how good it felt last time." 

Careful now. If we bump that metal while we lift him, it'll cause him to bleed some more. Damn it, I said be careful! Are you trying to kill the Ambassador's son? I'll let you be the one to explain... 

Eldon let Martha lift off him. She beamed at him as she met his eyes. Her fingers traced along his cheek and she brought her face close to his. "I'm going to have to make you a permanent fixture in my cabinet. How does the Minister of Really Damned Good Orgasms sound?" 

He didn't think the United States had ministers, but before he could reply, her tongue slipped between his lips and she kissed him. Her juices were still on his face, but she didn't seem to mind as she through her leg over him. Gloria guided his twisted member to her hole. She grunted into his mouth as she slid back, taking the smallest percentage of him into her. She shifted forward, then pressed back again, taking even more of him into her tight canal. 

Eldon moaned into her mouth at the pleasure her inner folds gave him. She was tight, and there was an inner fire in her that was contagious. His moan rose in pitch as he felt Gloria's tongue bathe his scrotum. 

Martha picked up her rhythm, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her insides were aflame with her desire. The heat of their connection soaked into him from where they were joined, stoking his own flames and lusts. 

"Deeper," Martha panted, breaking the kiss. "I need you deeper." Eldon was too happy to comply, and started meeting her stroke for stroke. He felt himself bump up against her womb, but she groaned, "Deeper!" and he thrust again. 

He lifted her chest up and latched onto one of her dark nipples. The stiff nub rubbed against his teeth as he sucked. He dropped his hands down to her ass, only to find Gloria's already there. Her tongue was still pleasing his scrotum, but by the movements he felt, she was also fingering the President's bum. He decided to join his fingers to hers, stretching Martha's rectum and making her scream as she came. Her pelvis touched his, and he was shocked to find he was completely ensconced within her.  

His heartrate is spiking. I need 10cc of... 

"While I like how your fingers feel, I want that cock in my ass," Martha crooned and lifted off him. He left her with a wet sucking noise, and a groan from him at the loss of how great she felt. The loss was short lived as Gloria took him in her mouth, cleaning off Martha's cream. 

She turned around, putting her back to him and straddled his waist again. Gloria gripped him at the base, aiming him for their target. He felt a bit of pressure as Martha's gluts slipped past his tip. The pressure increased until he felt her sphincter slip around his sensitive rim. 

"Shit, that cock feels bigger back there than it did in my pussy. Give me a moment to get used to it," Martha panted as her hands rested on his chest. 

Eldon looked down at the gap between them, and saw Gloria grinning back at him. How did he ever get so lucky to have a woman like her care for him? "Don't ever leave me," he told her, meaning it. 

Her eyes grew wide at his words, and for some reason he thought she looked sad. "Don't you dare leave me!" 

He was shocked at the emotion and vehemence with which she spoke. He knew she cared for him, but perhaps he didn't know how much. 

"I would be an absolute fool to leave such perfection." He blew her a kiss and winked. 

We're losing him! 

"While you two are being all lovey-dovey, I need to get this monster buried in my tiny ass," Martha moaned and let her weight impale herself deeper onto his prick. 

Eldon saw Gloria blow a return kiss, then lifted her head up to lick Martha's wet and empty cunt. The President gasped and slid further onto him. To Eldon, it felt as though a vise was slipping down his rod. That is, if vises were made of sexy Latina rear ends and felt like heaven. 

Martha ground her coochy against the succubus's hungry lips and worked herself further down Eldon's spiral-shaped pole at the same time. She had to stop from time to time as her body was wracked with multiple orgasms. For Eldon's part, he had to stop himself from gripping her hips and slamming himself into her compressing colon. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, and knew that with his size, that could be all too easy. Instead, he contented himself with reaching around her chest, and taking a breast in each hand, fingering her nipples and enjoying to her moans. 

Grab all the pieces. We'll attach whatever we can, but... 

An animalistic groan escaped his lips when her cheeks finally touched his pelvis. Involuntarily, he thrust his hips up making them both cry out in ecstasy. Her colon gripped him, delivering pleasure along his length. 

He knew Martha was ready to truly begin when she turned to meet his eyes and said, "Now fuck me! I want to feel your hot cum inside me. Oh, God, I think you're poking my heart. Fuck me!" 

Eldon was like a robot, ready to follow any commands that meant more pleasure for both of them. He gripped her hips and used his strength to lift her up a couple inches, then slammed her back down while thrusting up to meet her. He repeated the movement, their bodies making a steady slapping sound that filled the deck of the cruise ship. Martha muttered incoherently as Eldon pounded into her rear from below. 

"I can't suck on her sweet cunny while you're pounding her brains out," Gloria said, suddenly next to his head. "Why don't you suck on my little kitty until you cum. I need you to cum, Eldon. Cum again for me." 

He's flat lining! 

Eldon was in heaven. A pussy on his lips, and a tight ass around his dick. Two women moaning from the pleasure he was giving them. Now this truly was the life! 

Martha started to shake and shudder as her body was overcome with an intense orgasm. Her insides rippled around Eldon's girth, sending his gratification into overdrive. He felt his cock swell against its tight confines as he shot his load deep into her bowels. Gloria came a second later, soaking his face in a second coating of delicious cream. 

The world vanished around Eldon. He felt at once weightless and as though he were falling. Soul devouring darkness pressed in on all sides of him. 

Somehow, some part of him understood that he was dying. His only regrets concerned how sad his family and Gloria were going to be. 

Clear! 

"I'm sorry, Gloria," he whispered into the emptiness. "I didn't want to leave you." 

It's not enough. Turn the defibrillator up to 300J. Clear! 

A tear formed in his eye as he pictured his beautiful girlfriend, not as he'd seen her a moment ago, but as he'd seen her that first time, wearing a backpack and a ball cap. She was beautiful! 

Damn it! 360J. I won't lose you! Clear! 

He didn't know how long he would fall, but he was certain that Death would meet him at the bottom. Even so, it shocked him when he finally stopped. 

* * * * 

A steady beeping noise poked into his awareness and soon became annoying. 

Beep... Beep... Beep... To Eldon it seemed as though the God of Annoyances was telling him, "Wake up, Asshole. You've got stuff to do." 

He didn't want to wake up. He just wanted to rest. He was so tired. 

He tried to move away from the noise, but little threads tied his body in place, keeping him from going somewhere quiet. 

"I think he's waking up," someone said nearby. 

Eldon tried to open his eyes, but they were gummed shut. He opened his mouth to speak, but it felt dry and filled with dust. What was wrong with him? Panic gripped him and he heard that annoying beep pick up its pace. He no longer wanted to sleep so badly. Something was wrong, but he couldn't open his eyes to find out, and couldn't move either. 

"Shh, it's okay, Eldon," he heard Gloria's sweet voice fill his head. "You're going to be all right. Calm down. That's it. Take a deep breath. Good. Now another. Everything is going to be okay." As she spoke, he felt her power wash over him, calming him, and bringing peace to his mind as he obeyed. The beeping slowed its relentless pace, but continued its annoying song. 

He'd been hurt. That much was obvious. That beeping noise must be a heart monitor, which meant he was in a hospital. He tried to think back over what might have hurt him. He remembered flying off in the helicopter with the President, then going into Gloria's Mens Mundi and... He felt his cheeks burn as he remembered what he'd done there. The cruise ship must have been in the Mens Mundi as well. Something tickled his thoughts. He thought he recalled waking up at one point to a smoke-filled cabin and the ground rushing up to meet them. 

Someone tried to kill them. He didn't believe for a moment that it was a mechanical failure. 

"Everything is all right," Gloria's voice soothed him again when he became agitated and the heart rate monitor picked up its infernal beeping. "Wake up, Asshole. You're still alive." 

He wished he could see her. Did he still have his eyes? Did he lose them in the attack? 

Something cool and wet pressed against his eyes, cleaning them. After a few seconds of this, he was able to open his eyes and look around. He wasn't prepared for all the people he saw. Gloria was leaning over him with a wet towel in her hands, tears of joy brimming in her beautiful eyes. She looked tired. Eldon had never known a woman who could look so tired and still remain such a stunning beauty. 

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she beamed at him. Once again, she was reading his mind. It never seemed to bother him that he would never have any secrets from her. He wasn't the type to keep many secrets anyway. 

"How do you feel?" Shelly asked next, coming to stand next to Gloria. 

"How long have I been out?" he asked instead of answering. 

"About a week," Jessica answered. What was she doing here? He thought she hated him. She opened her mouth to say something more, looked at Shelly, and shook her head instead. 

"Mom, Dad, and Becky are out in the waiting area," his sister told him. "Areth went to go get them when you started to wake." 

Eldon groaned at the sound of Areth's name. Why did she have to be here? 

"Sheldon, honey, are you okay? Where does it hurt?" his mom burst into the already cramped room. She started fussing over him, making his cheeks burn in embarrassment. He couldn't remember the last time Sheila Lance had acted like that. "Are the doctors taking care of you? Is there anything I can get you?" 

"He just woke up," the last person he expected to come to his rescue stated. Areth fluttered her golden wings and flew to the side of his face. "How would he know if the doctors are treating him well?" 

"Thanks, Areth," he said. Two words he never expected to utter. 

"Besides," she added, and Eldon knew he was going to regret her next words, "I'm sure he's not happy with us waking him up. I'm sure he and Gloria were doing all sorts of perverted things in their dreams." The golden fairy spun on the succubus. "I still say you could have invited me. I didn't have to join in, but I could have lent my spirit and watched. He would have healed faster. You didn't have to give so much of yourself." 

"Areth, enough," his dad said in a firm tone. She huffed, but went to land on his shoulder. "Sheila, give the boy some room to breathe." All his life, his mother had obeyed his father without question or delay, but for just a moment, Eldon thought she was going to balk. 

She took a moment to brush his cheek with her hand, then went and stood by Lyden's side. "Yes, Master." 

Eldon was a bit surprised she stood and didn't kneel. He didn't have any problem with his mother's normal behavior with his dad. He'd grown up watching the two play master and slave. He knew that it made her happy, even if he didn't understand the how or why of it. If nothing else, her hesitancy told him how serious his injuries were. 

"How bad is it?" he asked. He took a moment to assess his body without looking at it. He couldn't feel his legs, and his left arm was immobilized in a cast. Wires and tubes poked into his right arm and it was strapped to the bed. He was afraid to lift his head and look at his body. 

No one spoke. He looked around the room, noting that Becky was indeed with them. 

"How bad?" he repeated as the beeping machine increased its rate to match his rising heart rate. 

A man in light-blue scrubs entered and frowned at how crowded the room was. The fact that he didn't even take a second glance at Areth told Eldon that the man was used to seeing the four-inch fairy. "I know you're all excited to see him wake up," the man said to those gathered, "but don't get him too riled up. He still needs his rest. For right now, if you'll limit it to immediate family, the rest of you can wait outside." He spoke with authority, as though used to being obeyed. 

Gloria stood to leave and gripped his hand. He wanted to tell her to stay, but she forestalled him. "I'll be right outside. Nurse Jake has taken good care of you so far. You can trust him, but don't let him take too many tissue samples. That's my job." She winked and smiled at him. 

He knew that she'd read the nurse's mind and cleared him. Gloria nodded, and he felt a bit better. 

"You're going to be okay," Becky told him next, then followed Gloria out. Instead of making him feel better, that made him feel worse. No one said that unless things were bad. 

Areth didn't leave. As far as Eldon knew, only his dad had any luck with commanding the fairy, and even that didn't happen often. 

"I'm Nurse Jake," the man told him as he lifted Eldon's eyelid and looked into his eyes. It was nothing romantic, but the sterilized look of a physician. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but for right now I want to take your vitals and see how your body is holding up. Your physiology is human, though you heal a lot faster than any human I've ever heard of. I understand you have your girlfriend to thank for that. I wish we could harness that power ourselves. Can you imagine how much better medicine would become if all doctors could heal our patients that well?" Jake spoke with a soothing voice as he took Eldon's blood pressure and pulse, checked the machines, changed a couple settings, and verified that Eldon was indeed still alive. "Well, I've got some notes to take. I'll just be outside. If you need anything, press this red button here and I'll come see what you need." 

Eldon nodded that he understood. He started to feel dizzy and a bit tired. He suspected that there was some pain killers in the I.V. going into his arm. Probably morphine, but there was no way for him to know for sure. 

"How bad?" Eldon asked again, looking his mom in the eyes. She looked away. His dad wouldn't meet his gaze either, nor his sister. None of that scared him as much as his dad not willing to meet his gaze. His father, the hero of the Chaos War and ambassador between two very different worlds, couldn't meet his son's glance. Was that shame, or fear? 

He looked to Areth next, though he suspected it was more because she was there, than because he hoped for an answer. Her golden eyes met his and didn't waiver. 

"How much do you remember of the attack?" his dad asked. 

Eldon ground his teeth. His anger was dulled by the pain meds, but he didn't appreciate being ignored. Still, he was used to obeying his father and answered. "Not much. I remember crashing to the ground, then waking up here." He felt the blood drain from his face as he remembered who else had been in the helicopter with him. "Martha? Is she okay?" 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 09



"Martha?" his mom asked with an arched eyebrow and moved back to Eldon's side. "Don't you mean the President? I didn't realize my son was on a first-name basis with the most powerful woman in the western hemisphere." 

Eldon's cheeks burned. What would his mother think if she knew he was on better terms than that? 

"The President is fine," Lyden came to his son's rescue. "She was hurt pretty bad, but she's recovering in the White House. Seems your girlfriend helped her as well as you." By the sparkle in his dad's eyes, Eldon suspected that his father knew how that help had cum... er, come. 

Eldon felt his ire rise again. They'd tell him how bad Martha was, but not him? He opened his mouth, but Areth leapt from Lyden's shoulder and flew over to a sink that was in the room. 

"There's not enough flowing water around here and the air is so dry," she complained. 

"That's done on purpose, I suspect," Lyden said. "I'm not a doctor, but if I recall, bacteria thrives in humidity." 

"Well, I thrive on humidity, too," Areth informed them and struggled to lift the lever for the spout at the sink. "And I can assure you, I'm not bacteria." 

"Are you sure?" Eldon heard his mother mutter, before she went back to fussing over him. 

The fairy got the water running a moment later, then dunked herself under the stream. "Brr, that's cold!" she shrieked and jumped out of the sink. Her yellow dress was plastered to her thin body and her nipples poked out, attesting to the frigidity of the water. She adjusted the lever some more, waited, then tested it again. "Much better. I can work with this, though they could work on the water pressure in this place. I'll have to use some of my own reserves." 

"What are you talking about?" Shelly asked the precocious little woman. Eldon realized that everyone was watching Areth and her antics. 

"Getting ready to make the pervert's perverted son better, of course!" she said with a half-smile before dunking herself under the stream again. "Though I won't use any perverted methods." She seemed disappointed by the last statement. 

Eldon saw his father's jaw tighten before he spoke. "You mean you could have healed him before now?" 

"Well, duh!" she stuck her tongue out at Lyden and giggled. 

"Then why didn't you?" Sheila demanded and approached the sink. Eldon rarely saw his mother this upset. The last time had been when he... He buried that memory, not willing to recall it. That had started as a good day, which had ended in so much death. Lyden stepped between Sheila and the fairy, though Eldon could tell he was keeping his own anger in check. 

"Because then my awesomeness wouldn't have been as obvious," Areth grinned. If she could sense the anger in the room, she ignored it. "Besides, I needed him awake before I tried. If I made a mistake and he was still asleep, we wouldn't know until after he woke up—if he did—and then it would be too late. Plus I need his permission." 

"Too late?" Eldon asked, not liking the sound of that. 

"Yeah," Areth replied with her voice full of sarcasm, as though his question was foolish. "Fairy healing isn't like other healing, duh! It's permanent." She stepped out of the water. Her nipples were no longer poking out, but her golden dress hugged every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Lyden pinched the bridge of his nose as he worked to keep himself calm. "Areth, before I lose the last of my patience, please explain what you mean by 'permanent'." Eldon knew that tone of voice. Lyden Snow was about to lose his calm, and if he did it wouldn't be pretty. 

"Permanent, as in forever," Areth stated as though it should be obvious. 

"Areth..." Lyden growled. 

For once, Areth looked subdued as she looked at Eldon's father. She heaved a sigh and looked around the room. "Okay... Well, sheesh, this is so obvious, even a human... Okay, okay!" Areth rushed on as Lyden took a step towards her. "You know how fairies are immortal? You could say we're eternal, or permanent. It's because once we're fully grown, we go through a ritual. When we do that, our bodies are locked forever in that state. Even if we become injured, our bodies will revert back to when we became permanent. In other words, once I heal him, he will remain that way forever." 

"You'll do this ritual on me and I'll be immortal?" Eldon asked, liking the sound of that. 

Areth giggled as though he'd made a joke. "Of course not, silly! You're not immortal now." 

"Then what do you mean?" Sheila asked. The anger was gone from her voice, but was replaced with a new worry. 

Areth rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I mean that his body will always be locked into his current age. He'll get older, but never look older. If he were to get stabbed, or cut, the wound would heal almost immediately. But he won't be immortal." 

Eldon wasn't the smartest man around, but he was pretty sure that was one of the meanings of immortal. 

"If any injury repairs itself right away, and you did this to yourself when you came of age..." Lyden began, "then why didn't you heal when I... I mean, when we..." he glanced at the twins and Eldon saw his cheeks darken. 

"When you did perverted things to me, taking my maidenhead, and made me your perverted love slave?" Areth giggled. She flew up and gave him a kiss on the nose. "Because, my lovely perverted hero, some magics can't be overcome and are stronger than faery magic. The loss of my maidenhead was one of them. It may not have bound me to you as we first thought, but it still tied me to you in other ways." 

"You could have healed Master before he fought the Outsiders, and he never would have had to die!" Eldon's mom spat. 

"I could have," Areth admitted, though she seemed to have lost some of her glow. Eldon was certain his mother was going to kill the fairy, or at least try to, but his dad held her back again. "But if I had, then the Outsider would have won in the end. That bullet wouldn't have killed him, destroying the Outsider also. There are... other reasons I didn't want to do it," she admitted with a frown. 

"It was the only way," Lyden said, touching his chest where the bullet had ripped through his heart, killing him and the Outsider before the twins were born. 

"My body will become permanent?" Eldon interjected. They were all talking as though this wasn't about him, or that he wasn't in the room. "So I won't be able to change forms anymore?" That both appealed, and scared him. He wouldn't be able to become someone else, forever locked in this body with its twisted deformity. Of course, Gloria didn't seem to mind his malformation, and the President didn't either. Maybe he was too hung up on it? Should he see it as a blessing, instead of the curse he always thought it was? 

But some of his forms were helpful, like the body builder, or the martial artist. He wouldn't be able to swim as a merman anymore either. 

It would also mean that he couldn't make another terrible mistake and cause innocent deaths as he had that one time. 

"But Areth can change sizes," Shelly pointed out. "So maybe it wouldn't change that." 

"I can change sizes," Areth agreed, raising Eldon's hopes only to dash them a moment later. "But it's still my body. I can't change forms. I don't know what it'll do to him. I've never heard of it happening on a mortal before now." 

They were all silent for a moment, absorbing this news. 

"How bad am I?" Eldon asked one last time. No one met his eyes again, not even Areth. "Damn it! Why won't anyone tell me?" 

"Language, son," Lyden told him, though there was no heat in the rebuke. 

"Fuck language, Dad!" he snapped and the heart rate monitor started to alarm as his chest hurt from his anger. He was sick of everyone ignoring this question. "This is my body, and I want to know how bad I was hurt. I'm sick of everybody ignoring me. It will be my decision whether or not to let Areth heal me. It will be me who has to give up my abilities, but I want to know the facts before I decide." 

"You don't have to do this, son," his mom said. "You could still live a normal life. There would just have to be a few... changes." 

"You're not answering my question, Mom. How. Bad. Am. I?" He stressed every word of the question. 

"They don't want to answer," Gloria said, reentering the small room, "because they don't want to admit it to themselves yet. They're afraid that by saying it, it'll make it real. Yes, I'll tell you and hope you don't hate me for it." Eldon almost told her he could never hate her, but she held up a hand, stopping him. "I appreciate that thought, Eldon, but you might end up resenting the person who told you, even though it wasn't their fault. Add to that the fact that I'm unharmed, and you may resent me even more. I want you to know that if I could have stopped you from getting hurt, I would have. I also want you to know that no matter what your decision is, I'll stay with you. You've proven yourself to be a man of integrity, and worthy of..." she trailed off and looked around the room. Her eyes landed on the heart monitor, still beeping rapidly. "I want you to take a deep breath and calm down before I tell you." 

Eldon wanted to snap at her to just tell him, but he stopped. He understood why everyone was tip-toeing around his injuries now, even if he didn't understand why they thought he'd actually hate them for telling him the truth. The ancient phrase, 'Don't shoot the messenger,' came to mind. No one wanted to be the bearer of bad news. Just how bad off was he? 

Despite the morphine or whatever it was that was keeping his pain down, he started to hurt. His lower body felt like it was burning up and his left side started to itch with intensity. Unable to move to relieve himself, he nodded to his girlfriend—the ancient Greek goddess of love, Aphrodite, and even older embodiment of sin and lust, Lilith—and did as he was told. He drew in a deep breath, trying to ignore how much that hurt, and let it out with a measured pace. He repeated the process, until his heart rate dropped below one-hundred. 

She told him. At first he stared at her. He didn't want to believe what she'd said. His spine was shattered? But his legs burned! How could he be missing his left leg from the knee down? His left kidney was also failing after being punctured by debris in the crash. His left arm was shattered, and the doctors said he'd never have full use of it again. 

That wasn't all. The debris that punched through his kidney came out through his crotch. He'd been neutered in the most horrific way possible. 

Areth could heal him. Heal it all. But that meant losing all his other forms. A thought struck him, and he acted before anyone could stop him. The martial artist was smaller than his normal form, and he tried to shift into it. 

Agony unlike anything he'd ever experienced poured through his body. Fire raced along every nerve, molten pain filling every crevice and limb. His screams rent the air as his mind tried to shut down and flee the torment. 

It took some time for the pain to abate, even though Jake came in and pumped him full of morphine. He passed out for a time. When he awoke, only Gloria, his parents, and Areth were in the room. Becky had taken Shelly and Jessica to grab something to eat for lunch. His sister was unable to handle seeing her brother in such torment. 

He was broken. He was no longer the man he once was. Hell, he was no longer a man. He could still make love to his girlfriend, but only in their minds. No, that wasn't completely true. Only in her mind. If he remained as he was, he would be stuck with her if he ever wanted to feel a woman's touch again. He cared for her deeply, but his ego couldn't handle the loss of his manhood. He couldn't handle the thought of needing someone to care for him for the rest of his life. He saw himself as someone's pet, unable to survive on his own. 

"Do it," he whispered to Areth. "I can't live like this." 

"But—" his mom tried to say. 

"Do it!" He shouted, but it turned into a groan. "I won't live dependent on someone else for the rest of my life." He saw Gloria flinch, but he didn't care. He couldn't live that way. He wouldn't! So what if he was locked into one body forever? At least it would be a life! 

"Wait," his father stopped Areth from approaching him. "If you could keep someone forever young and immune to injury all this time, why haven't you done it to me or anyone else for that matter?" 

For the first time in his life, Eldon saw a look of true sorrow on Areth's face. "Oh, my sweet pervert," the fairy said in a melancholy voice. "I haven't done it because it can only be done once and the price was too high. I love you too much to do that to you. I love you too much to let you continue with the pain in your heart now. I love you, Lyden Snow, more than I love any other perverted thing in the world." 

Eldon saw his dad blink in confusion, but he didn't try to stop her again. He felt Gloria grip his hand as Areth flew to within inches of his face. He glanced at his girlfriend and saw a tear slip from her eye and run down her cheek. 

"I'll be better soon," Eldon said, not understanding why Gloria would cry. She should be happy that he was going to be a man again. 

Gloria didn't look at him, but kept her eyes on the fairy. "Are you sure?" she asked. 

Eldon was about to answer, when Areth spoke. "Yes." She turned to face his dad, that same sad look on her face. "You can feel his hurt and anguish, can't you?" 

Eldon was about to snap that he was right there, but realized she wasn't talking about him. 

"Yes. He loves his children very much. He would do anything for them." Gloria's eyes welled up more. 

"And I love my pervert enough to not let him suffer that way." 

Eldon didn't know what they were talking about, but the mood was somber. His earlier anger seemed wrong for some reason he couldn't pin point. Were those tears in Areth's eyes? He'd never heard of a fairy crying. What could be so bad that it would make a fairy shed tears? 

Areth turned back to him and spoke in soft tones. "This is going to hurt. A lot. If something feels wrong, I need you to let me know. It's why I needed you awake for this." She had to stop and sniffle before she could continue. "Make sure you do lots of perverted things to this girlfriend of yours. I've only ever met one other succubus that would be willing to spend that much energy healing someone." She glanced at Lyden again, but her words made him wonder. She sounded like she was saying goodbye. "It must be something about your family line to make someone sacrifice so much." 

Areth's normal golden glow intensified until it became blinding. His chest felt warm as the brilliant glow shifted. Golden light pulled away from the tiny figure hovering over him and slipped into his chest. The last thing he heard before the pain began was, "I love you, Lyden." 

Eldon tried to do as he'd been asked, but the pain was only slightly less intense than when he'd tried to change forms. He lost track of time. His entire world shrunk down to his nerves reconnecting, his bones reforming, and muscles knitting back together. 

He realized the glow was fading as the pain receded, though he had no way of knowing how much time had passed. 

"Areth?" his father asked. "Areth!" he cried out in anguish a moment later. 

Eldon lifted his head in time to see a golden statue in the shape of Areth topple from his chest. 

"No, no, no, no, no, no," Lyden repeated as he rushed forward to scoop up the statue. 

"She loved you more than anything else in the world," Gloria told him. If he heard, he gave no indication as he dropped to his knees, cradling the statue against his chest. 

"Dad," Eldon tried to speak past the lump forming in his throat. "Dad, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I—" he cut off, no longer able to speak. His throat closed off with emotion as he tried to come to terms with what he saw. 

Areth was... gone? But she couldn't be! She was a fairy. Hadn't she just told them that they were eternal? 

He felt Gloria's hand on his shoulder. He understood the tears in her eyes now. "Why would she do this?" he demanded of her with a rough voice, then another thought struck him. "Why didn't you stop her? You knew what she was giving up. You could read it in her thoughts. Why didn't you stop her?" 

"You heard what she said." Gloria wiped at her eyes. "She did it for your father. You told her to do it." 

Eldon opened his mouth to argue with her, but he couldn't. He had told her to do it. But he hadn't understood what the cost would be. Anger boiled up in him again and he wanted to lash out. He wanted to be fixed, but not at this cost. Eldon's health for Areth's life? He wasn't dying. She didn't need to give up her carefree life for him. 

He had no one but himself to blame. It occurred to him that he would never see her smiling face again. Had he really thought she was annoying once? He regretted all the times he'd snapped at her. All those times he'd grown angry with her cavalier attitude and pranks, he wished he could take back. 

Areth's death was his fault. 

"I'm sorry," Gloria told him and squeezed his shoulder. 

He tried to flinch away from her, but he was still strapped down and locked in his cast. He didn't want to be touched and comforted. He wasn't worthy of it. The fairy said the price was too high, and she was right. Now Eldon had to live with that for the rest of his life. 

He struggled against his bonds, sending the heart monitor to chirping again. "Get me out of this," he demanded as his vision blurred with unshed tears. His body was still locked in its cast, and the bandages were tight and becoming painful on his left leg and groin. 

"Eldon..." Gloria began, but Eldon glared at her. 

"You knew what she was going to do. Did you really think I would be happy with that? Did you think that I wanted her death?" 

Her slap against his cheek was hard and fierce. For a moment he wondered if she'd snapped his neck as his head jerked to the side with enough force to pop. The pain vanished almost immediately, though, and he turned back to glare at her. 

"Yes, I knew what she was about to do, but I also know what she was feeling, what your father was feeling, and what you were feeling, Eldon Lance. I felt their love for one another, and their love for you. I also felt how much you hated what you were suffering. Your thoughts were easy to read." There was power in her voice as she spoke, though Eldon knew she wasn't trying to control him. He remembered that she was an all-powerful goddess and almost regretted his outburst. Almost. "Your father hurt to see his oldest son torn apart, knowing that he would be that way for the rest of his life. You couldn't even deal with the fact that you'd lost your manhood. And Areth?" At the fairy's name, Lyden wailed where he knelt cradling the golden jewel that had once been one of his lovers. Sheila tried to comfort him, but Eldon could see that she was having no effect. "She loved all of you more than I think any fairy has ever loved. I've never seen a fairy perform self-sacrifice. It's not in their nature. But I've never known a fairy to be interested in something for longer than a couple minutes either. That she not only stayed with your father, but loved him and the rest of you as well?" She shook her head as the tears continued to spill from her eyes. "She did what she did out of love. Do you really think that I, as who I am, could stop such an action?" 

Eldon's mouth hung open as the anger leached out of him. She was a love goddess. Of course she couldn't stop any acts performed for love. 

Eldon's heart wrenched within him. He wished he could roll over and die. That was impossible now. If what Areth had said was true, he wasn't immortal, exactly, but the next closest thing. Forever young, unable to get hurt, or sick. Never growing old and infirm. He would stay exactly as he was until the day he died. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 09



Gloria must have sensed the change in him, as she started unstrapping his arms. 

"Can I let this man in yet?" a female voice Eldon dreaded, asked. It was a voice that haunted his deepest nightmares. 

Eldon lifted his head, then fell back and groaned as a cold sweat broke out over his newly healed body. Her?! Why did it have to be her?, he thought as flashbacks assaulted him. People screaming, running in terror, not from him, but from their loved ones. People crying in the streets. Anger, riots, and people out of control. And it had been his fault. 

"That's what happened?" Gloria asked in shock as she stared between Eldon and the newcomer. 

"I must say, Eldon," the woman said, "your girlfriend is pretty fucking hot! Of course, you always did have great taste in women." She paused and looked around the room. "Sheesh! You'd think someone died in here. Why's everyone so somber?" 

Eldon realized he was shaking. Why was she here? What possible reason could she have to be here, now? Her timing was terrible. She must have been in the waiting room all this time, but why was she here? 

Nurse Jake used her distraction to slip past and he rushed to Eldon's side. "What the hell did they do to you? How—" he cut off as he looked at Eldon's left leg. "What?" He became apoplectic as he ran to the machines and started pushing buttons. "This is impossible. I knew magic could do some crazy things, but this?" 

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry," the new woman said. Apparently Eldon's mom had filled her in to what had transpired. His dad seemed to have calmed down some, though he still held the statuette close to his heart. 

"Why are you here, Mandy?" he tried to ask. At least, those were the words he thought he said. They may not have come out in that order from the confused look she gave him. That was the problem with her. He could never be sure of what he was saying when she was in the room. 

"Gaia sent me to help figure out who killed Varun," she said as she approached his side. He tried to turn away from her, but his body was still half-locked in its cast. "She figured your dad had the best chance of figuring that out, and my skills should help." 

Jake was still fumbling about with the machines as he mumbled that Eldon's recovery was impossible. 

"I take it you're not happy to see me?" There was pain in her voice, but Eldon didn't care. He knew it wasn't her fault, what had happened years ago when they were both teenagers and dating. They were young and dumb back then. Back before the incident. Her arrival now, so soon after his recovery and the horrible cost that recovery had caused was too much. 

"Your being here scares the shit out of me." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Not that he could have stopped them once he intended to speak something that wasn't true. Not with her in the room. No one could hide any secrets once Mandy entered an area. Truth flowed from lips like sweet wine. Or perhaps it was more like raw sewage. No matter how horrible the truth was, if Mandy was around, it was spoken. No one could lie in her presence. She was a politician's worst nightmare, and a pious man's dream. 

Truth be told, she was a dream to behold also. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, she had a face that was only second to Gloria. At first glance, it was easy to mistake her for being chubby, but that was only when she was hiding her second set of arms. If memory served—and he was all-too afraid his memories from that time were spot on—she knew how to use all four of her hands with exceptional skill. 

"You still haven't gotten over that, have you?" she asked with a hint of challenge to her voice. 

"As if I could get over so many deaths that were my fault." He turned to face her. Turned to face those blue eyes that sent terror through his soul. 

"If I may interrupt," Jake broke in, and continued before anyone responded. "You seem to be in perfect health, Eldon. I don't understand how, but I'm going to recommend some scientists dissect you and see what we can learn from your body." Jake's eyes grew wide as he realized what he was saying, but he couldn't stop now. "If we knew how you regrew your leg, we could save millions of lives. Your death wouldn't matter when weighed against that..." he trailed off as he ran from the room. Eldon understood what he was going through. 

"My guess is that we'd better get you out of those casts before he can make good on that," Gloria said with a frown. Eldon knew that she could read his memories and know what Mandy was capable of. Of course, it also meant that she fully understood what he'd done years before. "Mr. Snow, I know you're grieving right now, and you have every reason to be, but I think we need to get your son down to your car." 

Eldon saw his father look up, his gray eyes red and puffy. He didn't speak, but nodded. He tucked Areth's statue under his shirt. "It's still warm," Eldon heard him mumble as he came to the bed. 

"That's because you held her next to your heart, Master," Sheila said in a respectful tone. 

Eldon knew his girlfriend was strong enough to carry him on her own, but didn't want to appear that way to anyone who saw them. She needed to keep up the appearance of a normal human woman when in this world. 

Eldon's face burned with embarrassment as he was carried from the room. The others followed as they headed for the elevator. 

"You can't leave yet," Jake tried to stop them. "Forms have to be signed before you can be discharged and I haven't been able to get in touch with anyone about studying your body." He covered his mouth, muffling whatever else he'd been about to reveal. 

"My son is going home," Lyden stated with such finality that Jake actually squeaked and fled. Eldon couldn't be certain, but he suspected that the nurse wet himself as he ran. What would it be like to face the hero of the Chaos War when he was that angry? 

They made it to the Orange Bubble without any further incident. They had to work together to fit him through the doors, and then carried him back to the bed. 

Lyden moved to the fountain and pulled the statue of Areth out, setting her on the edge. "Areth always loved this fountain," Lyden's voice carried through the large interior of the car. "I told her not to put it in, but she did it while I was passed out one time. You know... I don't think I ever saw her unhappy. Not truly unhappy, anyway." 

Eldon's chest hurt as he listened to his dad grieve. If he had stopped and asked what Areth had meant by the price being too high... He could have lived that way. He could have... He could have... He didn't know what he could have done, but anything was better than the little fairy giving up her life for his health. 

"Give me a moment and I'll have you out of these casts," Gloria told Eldon. 

"I'll help," Mandy piped up and pulled her extra set of arms out of hiding. 

Eldon knew the car had an extensive first-aid kit, but he doubted it had anything to remove the hardened shell encompassing most of his body. They tried cutting through it with daggers and a sword, but it was taking too long for Eldon. 

"Damn it!" he shouted louder than he needed to, but his nerves were raw and his patience was shot. "Just crush it. You're both strong enough to pulverize the fucking thing. It's not like you're going to hurt me. Not now, anyway." 

He expected them to listen to him, or maybe even flinch away from his tirade. What he didn't expect was his mother's response. Sheila Lance stood from where she was kneeling at her master's side and stormed over to him. Her hand was hard and fast as it slapped his cheek. 

"I know I raised you better than to speak like that, young man." She brought her hand up and struck his other cheek. The pain was intense, but vanished within seconds. "Do you think you're the only one hurting? Do you think talking like some back-alley gutter trash is going to make a difference? You know how your father feels about such language. Do you really think he wants to hear his oldest son talking with a filthy mouth in his time of pain?" 

Bringing up Lyden's loss was a low blow to Eldon. By the shock in his mother's eyes, he could see that she hadn't meant to say it, but with Mandy around, it couldn't have been stopped without effort. His eyes blurred with renewed tears as he looked to where his father wept in front of Areth's golden body. 

"No, Mom," he said as she continued to glare at him. His cheeks burned as he realized he'd just been chastised by his mother in front of his girlfriend and ex-girlfriend. "I—I'll watch my language. I promise." With Mandy around, there was no doubt that he meant what he'd said. 

She huffed once, before turning and heading back to her master. The other two women watched her go, before Gloria turned to face Mandy. 

"If I'd have had a few more priestesses like her back in Greece, I daresay even Zeus would have fallen in line, instead of marrying me off to Hephaestus." 

Eldon lurched as he heard that and tried to sit up, but failed. "You're married!?" he demanded. He wished he knew his Greek mythology better. Even being raised in a world filled with magic and wonder, there was a lot he didn't know. Finding out that his girlfriend was married seemed like icing to the cake on this horrible day. 

Gloria grimaced as Mandy looked at her with speculation. Of course, Mandy didn't know who she really was. If Gloria wanted to keep that a secret, she would have to do her best to avoid speaking anywhere near that subject. It wasn't possible to lie when Mandy was around, but it was possible not to speak everything. Unless you tried to lie, as Nurse Jake found out. Attempt a lie, and everything came spilling forth. 

Gloria heaved a sigh before answering. "It took a couple centuries, but I've been divorced since before the Shadow World was created. My ugly ex didn't want to let me go, but I was able to convince Zeus." By her lopsided grin, Eldon knew he didn't want to inquire into how she'd convinced the old god. 

"If we start bashing this cast, I'm afraid that it'll still hurt you a lot." Mandy looked to Eldon, though he saw her eyes dart to Gloria a couple times. 

"I'm surprised you don't want to hurt me after the way I ended things," he said before he could stop himself. 

Her chuckle was rye as she shook her head. "I did at first, but that was a long time ago. You hurt me, Eldon, but I'm a big girl. I don't live in the past. Just be glad my dad never found you. He was pissed that you broke his daughter's heart. Of course, he was even more pissed when he found out what had caused you to leave me. He didn't like the fact that someone had deflowered his little girl." 

Eldon grimaced. He didn't blame her for telling her father about what happened. She couldn't stop herself. She wasn't immune to her own ability. 

"I was sorry to hear about his death. He was a good man, though I know he hated me." 

"He only hated you because you weren't human. I think my mother and me were the only non-humans he loved. The only reason I knew he loved my mom was because he accidently said it when we were all in the room together." Mandy chuckled and tucked her blonde hair behind one slightly pointed ear. "I don't know who was more shocked, him for having admitted it, or my mom when she said it back. That was the last time I saw them together. After that, they were careful never to be together in the same room as me. I don't know how the Knights found him." 

Eldon knew she suffered from her ability. People often thought that they wanted the truth all the time, but the truth could cause a lot of pain. It was often easier to tell yourself and your loved ones little lies, than be completely honest. 

"That's why you don't have a problem with me knowing all your thoughts," Gloria piped in. "After you two dated, you were used to having all your secrets out in the open." 

Eldon hadn't thought about it before, but he realized she was correct. There wasn't much difference between dating someone who you couldn't lie to and someone who could read every thought. 

"Eldon here is one of a kind," Mandy agreed as she patted him on his uncovered arm. "I've tried seeing other men, but they can't handle being around me for too long." She stopped and swallowed. "You're lucky to have him." 

Eldon saw a tremble to her lips as she spoke. He wanted to hug her and apologize for abandoning her, but he only had one good hand, and Gloria was on that side. 

Gloria glanced between them. Eldon felt guilty about having such thoughts about his ex while his girlfriend was in the room. He remembered how he'd treated her after... "I'm so sorry for what I said to you earlier," he said, knowing how lame that sounded, but not having an idea of what else to say. 

"He's a good man," Gloria said to Mandy instead of facing him. He felt her grip his hand, though, and hoped it meant he was forgiven. 

"So, um... Not to break up this wonderful praise of my awesomeness, but can we get me out of this cast yet? I have a terrible itch forming on my left nut that's about to drive me crazy!" He hadn't meant to admit that last part. 

"You haven't changed much," Mandy chuckled. "A bit more hair on your chin, but still the same old Eldon." She looked him up and down and her grin grew wider. "I'll bet you're naked under all this plaster. Does that mean I'll finally be able to see the real Eldon's Lance?" 

"That joke's already been played," Eldon grimaced. When they'd fooled around as teenagers he'd never let her see him naked in his true form, too embarrassed about his deformity. He'd told her why, because she'd asked and he couldn't lie, and she'd told him she didn't care. He knew she meant it, but he still hid it from her. 

"You haven't seen it?" Gloria grinned. "It's the most glorious piece of man-flesh I've ever seen. It's curved and nice and thick, filling up every crevice. Then it also has these bumps that always get me wet just thinking about how good they feel when he thrusts into me." 

Not only could the truth be painful, but as Gloria was proving, it could also be mortifying. Eldon hoped his parents weren't listening. She was probably saying more than she meant to, and tried not to be upset with her. 

"Oh, no. I'm saying exactly what I mean to, Lover," Gloria's eyes gleamed wickedly. "Consider this payback for earlier." 

Eldon opened his mouth to protest, but knew that he didn't have an honest argument to give. 

"Oh, I do like her," Mandy laughed as she looked at Eldon. "Make sure you don't lose her, Eldon. Hmm. You know. Now that I look at him, I think the easiest way to get him out of this cast is to cut off his limbs. One quick chop each. He'll regrow them, right?" 

"That would be the easiest," Gloria agreed. 

Eldon would have thought they were just joking if Mandy hadn't been there. Every word they spoke was truth, at least as they saw it. Somehow he never thought it was a good idea when your girlfriend and your ex both agreed on something. It couldn't end well for him. 

Gloria lifted the short sword over her head and licked her lips. "I think three quick strikes, and he should be free in all his glory." 

"Now, hold on," Eldon tried to stop her. "I understand getting revenge, but don't you think that's a little too far? You don't need to cut off my—Eek!" 

Gloria's arms came down fast and hard on his right hip, striking the plaster. She moved faster than his eyes could follow, had his eyes been open and not tightly closed. With each blow, pain blossomed from the strikes. They hurt worse than the slaps he'd received, and the pain lingered longer, but by the time she was done, his hip stopped throbbing. 

Somehow, he expected getting a limb chopped off and regenerating to hurt a lot more. When he stopped feeling the impacts, he cracked one eye open. Both women were leaning over him, examining the handiwork. 

"See?" Gloria asked. 

"Wow," was Mandy's only response. 

Eldon realized that she'd only broken the casts, and hadn't lopped off his appendages. His limbs were finally free and he covered up, or tried to. Gloria was faster and gripped him at his base. He froze, afraid of what her next move would be. 

"Is that what it looks like hard? And what is that tube sticking out?" Mandy asked. 

"Hard?" Gloria chuckled again. "By the Pillars, what would make him hard right now? The man is mortified." She glanced to the fountain and his dad and mom. "If circumstances were different, I'd show you what this magnificent thing looks like in all its glory. As for this tube... It's a catheter. Want the pleasure of pulling it out?" 

Catheter? He thought. Isn't that what they shove up your pee-hole and goes straight to the bladder? "Waa-aah!" he wailed as Mandy gripped the tube and pulled. The sensation was indescribable. It really hurt, as he felt every inch pull from his body. 

"Hmm," Gloria muttered. "I forgot about that balloon at the top. I think they usually deflate that first." 

"You think?" Eldon wanted to cry. At least she let him go and he was able to roll onto his side and cover up a little. 

"Well, his ass is better looking than I remember," Mandy stated. 

"I'm not a piece of meat, da—er, dang it!" There was still dust on him from the remains of his cast, but he waddled over to the wardrobe and pulled out some clothes. He was able to censor himself because he wasn't trying to lie. As long as he remained honest, he could say whatever he needed to in his ex-girlfriend's presence. 

"He smelled better back then, though," she continued as though he hadn't spoken. 

"He was in that cast for a week," Gloria replied. "I don't blame him for being a bit sour." 

Eldon shoved their nattering to the back of his mind as he dressed. His left leg was pink and hairless, but whole. His left arm had pink splotches where the new skin had formed, but it felt and functioned fine. His crotch was completely hairless, and even though he was flaccid, it looked bigger. Probably because there wasn't any hair, instead of because he'd grown in any way. 

The sound of a phone ringing drew his attention back to the car. He figured his phone was destroyed in the crash. He'd have to get a new one when there was time. Something told him that wouldn't be for a while. He needed to find out who had killed Varun and get to the bottom of the attacks on the President before they finally succeeded. Then there was all the work to keep humans safe in the Shadow World, or Lydonese surviving on Earth. 

Gloria's sudden intake of breath warned him that something wasn't right. His mom's face draining of color was his second clue. 

"Mom? What's wrong?" he asked as she hung up the phone. 

"They've got Shelly," she said as she stared off into space. 

"What?" Eldon asked at the same time Lyden demanded, "Who has her?" 

Sheila's lips moved, but she couldn't seem to get the words out. 

Gloria must have picked up the answer from her mind. "The Paladonic Knights have Becky, Shelly, and Jessica. They want your father to turn himself in for supposed crimes against humanity, or they'll kill them." 

Lyden Snow exploded with rage. 

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From the Author: 

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I know many of you will be upset with Areth's "Death". I've already received a number of messages from my blog. All I will say, is keep reading...



The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 10



Shelly, Jessica, and Becky were captured by the Paladonic Knights. With midnight rapidly approaching, will they be able to escape, or is there a worse fate in store for them? 

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Chapter 10 

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Before It's Too Late 

The air swirled around Shelly as hands flung her into the cell. Striking the back wall would have hurt a lot less if she could have shifted into a shield. Her metal surface would have clattered against the cement floor instead of her shoulder. Instead, nausea swamped her as she attempted the change. She felt too weak to crawl to a corner and vomit. It took most of her strength just to turn her head and spew what little remained in her stomach. 

"You need to stop pushing yourself so hard," Jessica soothed her. 

"I have to at least try," Shelly panted. "If I don't push myself, they'll break me." 

"Do you know what's causing your problems with transforming?" Becky asked as she leaned over Shelly. The older woman was covering her mouth with one hand. Shelly's vomit gathered itself up, pulling away from her mouth and the floor, and then flew towards the bars of their cage. A moment before the ball of bile struck, it fell apart and hit the floor. 

"Probably the same thing affecting your magic," Jessica said before Shelly could respond. 

Shelly knew that wasn't true, but she was too tired to argue. Whatever was affecting her had happened while on Marchosias's island. She recalled that strange dream, with that creepy old man. Ever since waking up, holding any form other than her own was difficult, if not impossible. Then there were the voices. Or maybe it was only one voice? Something fought her when she changed, and she always ended up emptying her stomach. 

It was her fault they were captured. Jessica had needed a weapon, but when she tried to shift, everything went wrong. How they knew where to set up their trap as Becky was dropping them off at the nearest portal, Shelly didn't know. The Knights were well prepared for them. 

"Were you able to find out what time it is?" Jessica asked as she helped Shelly sit up. 

This again? she wondered, but didn't say out loud. "No. Late, I think. I didn't see any clocks or windows, but I saw a lot of people yawning as they hauled me away." 

"Did they say what they wanted from us?" Becky asked next as Jessica stood and started pacing their cell. "Or did you hear anything about how they're dampening my magic?" 

Shelly shook her head. "They're Paladonic Knights," she said with as much scorn as she could muster. "They want us dead. I heard them mention calling my dad. They laughed about it, as though we were some sort of joke." 

"Your dad laughed that we were captured?" Jessica stopped her pacing and stared at her. 

"No," she shook her head again. "The guards laughed about us. Made some comment about running a pound for stray animals that they wanted to put down." 

"We have to get out of here," Jessica whined. "Soon. Now. At midnight... We—we just have to get out of here." 

Becky turned away from Jessica and met Shelly's eyes. "If your dad knows you're here, then all we have to do is wait. He'll come for us." 

"Does he know where here is?" Shelly asked, hating the way her voice trembled on the question. "And even if he does, I heard them say they were ready for him this time. They said it wouldn't be like last time, and they'd finally get their revenge for their fallen comrades." 

Shelly felt the older woman pull her into a tight embrace. Becky shook, and Shelly realized that she was just as afraid as the other two. This wasn't the first time Becky was captured by the P.K.'s, though she didn't know much about that event. Her dad liked to brag and tell stories, but he rarely ever spoke about his time as a prisoner of the Knights. Whatever had happened, she knew it still haunted him to this day. Becky must have remembered her treatment by them as well. 

Shelly thought about pointing out that there wasn't much her dad could do. He was no longer the Generator. For all intents and purposes, he was a normal human. He wasn't exactly weak, but he was literally powerless. 

"He knows the President," Jessica spoke up as though reading her mind. "I can't see her letting us stay here very long. We can't stay long. We have to get out of here soon. Before it's too late." Shelly ignored her as she went back to her litany.  

"Do you know what she's babbling about?" Becky whispered in her ear. 

"No," Shelly whispered back. "All I know is she hates being on Earth when the time changes to midnight. No problem if it's one minute past, but she hasn't told me why." Something tickled Shelly's thoughts about that, but she couldn't pin it down. She was too tired. 

"No..." Jessica muttered from where she paced. "I can't do that. I won't. They're my... But I'm not... No." 

Shelly started wondering if her girlfriend had cracked. Jessica was usually so strong and confident. To see her like this now scared Shelly more than when the P.K.'s captured them. She pulled away from Becky and forced herself to her feet. It took more effort to stand than it should have, and a few unlady-like grunts, but she managed to make it to her feet. Her head swam as she stood and her shoulder throbbed. For a moment she thought she saw someone standing to her right. She faced the new person, but the spot was empty. She shook her head at her foolishness, but that was a mistake. She had to throw her arm out to catch herself as dizziness tried to swamp her. 

"Are you okay?" Jessica rushed to her side. 

"Yeah," Shelly tried to wave her off, be her girlfriend continued to fuss over her. "Just got a bit dizzy. I hope they feed us soon." She glanced at where her stomach's contents painted the floor. "Or maybe not." 

"You need to rest," Jessica chided her. 

"And you need to calm down," Shelly shot back. "You're wound tighter than a Cyclops with sand in its eye." 

"Cyclops! Ha. That's a good one," a male voice called from outside their cage. "You fuck many of them in that evil world of yours? I always assumed they had terrible depth perception. Go for your cunt and get your armpit instead. Am I right? 'Course, I heard all women from that place were sluts. What does it take to get a little action, huh? I'll bet you've never had a human like me before." 

Shelly faced the large man as anger boiled up in her. Jessica stopped her before she could speak. 

"Don't. He's trying to rile you up. He wants an excuse to come in here and beat on us." 

Shelly wanted to ask how the woman could know that, but stopped. Of course. It was obvious. All she had to do was think instead of react, and she would have seen the same thing. If only she wasn't so worn down. Was she getting sick? 

"Heh. Too bad," the man scoffed. "I guess you don't want a real man between your legs." He grabbed his crotch through his pants and shook it at them. 

"A real man wouldn't need to taunt three defenseless ladies," Becky replied in a calm tone. "You might be surprised what a little respect would get you." 

"Respect for three evil sluts? What on God's green Earth would make me think to give you respect?" 

"The Pillar of Light doesn't like you using his name like that," Becky said as though talking to a little child. 

"Your Pillar of Light doesn't concern me," the man cleared his throat and spat at Becky. He must have terrible experience spitting, as most of it dribbled down his stubbled chin. "But you'll be meeting the maker soon enough. As soon as your foolish husband comes to save you... Oops. I've said too much." By the way he smiled and covered his mouth, Shelly knew he'd said exactly what he'd meant to and he chortled. 

"What do you have planned?" Shelly demanded. She stepped closer to the bars, but Jessica stopped her before she could get too close. 

"Oh, I really shouldn't say," the man grinned at her. "But maybe if you said please?" 

She knew he was taunting her again and refused to give in. "I'll say please when you marry a harpy," she replied. 

"Oh? You've met my wife?" He cackled at his own joke. Despite herself, Shelly felt sorrow for any woman married to this man. His laughter went on far beyond what his joke warranted. When it finally wound down, the three women were giving him incredulous looks. "You know... Because she's just an evil woman. She's not really a harpy. I couldn't debase myself that much. Oh, come on. That was hilarious." 

Imbecile, Shelly thought. Jessica squeezed her shoulder and faced the man. 

"If women are so evil, why are we still alive?" Jessica asked with a sneer. 

The man spat again. This time the spittle traveled further than his chin, landing on his armored vest. "The Grand Meister has a trap laid out for the Betrayer. When he shows up for you, we'll be ready. We learned from his last visit. His dragon form won't catch us by surprise this time. We've been practicing on dragons." This last part he said as though imparting a great secret. 

Shelly almost snapped that her dad couldn't change forms anymore, but stopped herself. It wasn't widely advertised that Lyden Snow was no longer a Generator. It would be better for their enemies to over think things, than know everything. 

The man licked his lips before looking to his left and right, then leaned in closer. "Is it true what they say about his wives?" The women looked between themselves, not sure what the bastard was asking. "You know... That they know a thousand ways to please a man, and will do anything for a good fuck." 

Shelly almost choked on hearing that statement. She knew her dad had a crazy reputation, but didn't know that his wives did also. 

"Only a thousand?" Becky asked as though insulted. "I haven't really counted, but I'm sure it's a lot more than that. Of course, it takes a real man to give a good fuck." 

What the heck was Becky doing? She couldn't seriously be coming onto this slime-ball. But as she watched, Becky sauntered up to the bars, almost close enough to touch them, and started chanting. Shelly didn't know a lot of magic, but recognized a spell being cast. 

"Well, I can assure you, I know how to give a good fuck. Especially for three little sluts." 

Shelly saw confusion on Becky's face, but it was quickly masked. She put one finger in the side of her mouth and swayed her hips as she looked the guard over. 

"If you think you're good enough, why don't you see if you can satisfy us?" Becky purred. "Show these little girls what you're capable of, and maybe they'll want to join in." 

Shelly realized what the woman was doing, and decided to join in on the act, though her stomach churned at the thought of this man touching her. She cupped her breasts through her clothes and shook them. She didn't know why men liked it when women did this, but there was no mistaking the gleam in the guard's eyes as she jiggled her flesh. 

The creep licked his lips again, and Shelly knew he was getting excited. She wanted to throw up. 

"I'll bet a big knight like you would know all sorts of tricks to take care of three dumb sluts like us," Jessica joined in. 

It was pathetic the way the man started bouncing on his toes as he scanned the hallways. "Damn straight I do," the man was almost cumming in his pants by the look on his face. "The shift changes at midnight. I hope you're ready for me then." 

Before anyone could respond, the man turned and charged down the way he'd come. 

"Damn it!" Becky swore at the same time Jessica cursed, "Fuck!" 

Shelly understood their statements, though it was a surprise to hear Becky use profanity. Her dad wasn't the biggest fan of using such language, and all his wives respected that. If the man had come in then, they could have overwhelmed him and escaped. Midnight was also the time Jessica feared, though none of them knew why. 

"We need to get out of here sooner," Jessica whined as she paced their cell. 

"I don't understand why it didn't work," Becky stared at her hands. 

"What was that spell supposed to do?" Shelly asked. 

"I know I got it right." Becky shook her head and looked up to Shelly. "It was supposed to drive his libido into overdrive so he couldn't think straight. I've felt it firsthand, so I know how hard it can be to think when under its influence." 

"It seemed to work for the most part," Shelly offered, remembering the hungry grin on the guard's face as he'd left. 

"No, it should have driven him wild with lust," Becky refuted Shelly's statement. "Somehow he resisted. My magic is weaker than it should be. I can barely cast any spells at all, and nothing seems to go through those bars." 

"I don't think he had enough brain cells to resist any spell, much less that one," Shelly offered. "Do you think he had some kind of protection? Like the Daughters of Respite?" 

Becky seemed to consider that for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I didn't even feel the spell take effect. It's as though magic stopped working. The two groups must be working together, though they've rarely trusted one another in the past." 

"Is that even possible?" Jessica asked. "Completely stopping magic, that is." 

"I don't see why not," Becky offered. "I mean, the Daughters are able to make themselves all but immune. It's not too much of a stretch to imagine that the Knights might be able to block magic in a certain area." 

"He did say they were ready for Dad," Shelly realized with horror. "If they have magic blocked or weakened everywhere..." 

"Then whoever comes to rescue us will be in some serious trouble." Cold dread wormed through Shelly's bones. "They'll be expecting magic to work, and when it doesn't..." 

"All the more reason we need to get out of here, now!" Jessica was panting in her desire to leave. 

"What happens at midnight?" Becky asked with narrowed eyes. "Do your glass slippers come off and your carriage turn back into a pumpkin?" 

"What are you talking about?" Jessica asked with a perplexed look on her face. Shelly realized that with Jessica's childhood, she probably had no idea who Cinderella was. 

"We'll just have to wait until the guard returns," Becky said, ignoring Jessica's confusion. She glanced around their cell and grimaced. "Never thought I'd find a man like that so attractive after so many years with your father." 

It was Shelly's turn to be confused. What was Becky talking about? The man was a pig and a slob. There was nothing attractive about him! 

"Yeah," Jessica piped in, rubbing her ear for some reason, "I can't wait to see what was making that bulge in his pants. It looked good to me." 

Shelly glanced between the two women, perplexed by their change in behavior. Had they been drugged somehow? Some invisible gas getting pumped into the room, perhaps? Or had Becky's spell backfired? She checked herself, and felt no desire except for escape within her. Certainly no attraction to that guard, or any desire to do anything with him. 

"I'll bet he knows how to please three women at once," Becky replied as she smiled at Shelly. 

She could tell that the smile was strained, but couldn't figure out what was going on. Why were they saying things that Shelly knew they didn't feel? The guard wasn't around. There was no reason to keep up the pretense... Unless there was. 

Shelly cursed as she realized that their cell might be bugged, or that a camera could be watching them right that moment. She itched to look around. Was someone sitting in a control room, watching and listening to them? Their cell wasn't well lit, but with modern technology, that didn't mean a camera couldn't see them. She tried to remember what they'd talked about. Had they already said too much? 

"Um... yeah. I'll bet he's, uh, got a nice piece of meat in his pants." Shelly cursed at her terrible acting. She'd done fine when there was someone right there, but having to fake it with her step-mom and girlfriend made it a lot harder. 

"I think we should decide who gets him first," Becky said, waving the other women to her. "No sense in fighting." 

Shelly squatted down next to the shorter woman and saw her tracing something on the floor. No mark was left behind, but she got the hint. As Jessica joined them, they made plans, while loudly making lewd comments about what they were going to do to the guard when he finally came back. 

Despite herself, Shelly started to get turned on as they planned. The thought of a nice stiff prick plowing into her rapidly dampening pussy was distracting her from coming up with an escape plan. It'd been a long time since a man had pleased her, hadn't it? Then she recalled who they were pretending to be interested in. She couldn't suppress a shudder as she imagined him doing the things they were saying. Her libido dropped, and she was able to focus on their plans again. 

"I hope you ladies are ready to do all those things you've been talking about," she heard a key scrape in the lock behind her as the guard spoke. 

She stood and looked at her fellow captives. Jessica and Becky gave her a smile before the latter stepped forward. 

"Oh, we are," Shelly's step-mom assured him. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to lift up. 

Shelly's attention was drawn to her girlfriend. Something seemed off about her. In the dim light, she couldn't be certain, but she thought she saw a shimmer surround her. Jessica groaned and held her stomach. 

"That's right, bitch," the guard laughed in Jessica's direction. "You're so horny, I don't even have to touch you to make you start moaning. I'll bet your cunt's already soaked and ready for my fat cock, you slutty bitch." 

Shelly was disgusted by the man's behavior, but worried over her girlfriend as well. That hadn't been a sexy moan, but a pained groan. This wasn't part of the plan. Was whatever Jessica was worried about at midnight have something to do with her groaning? 

"I want you first, big boy," Becky said to the guard as he stepped through the bars. 

He turned to say something to her, but before he could utter another word, or close the bars, Becky struck. Her right palm slammed into his armored chest. She followed up with a jab at his throat, but her first blow had knocked him back a step, and her second barely hit. 

Shelly was concerned for Jessica, but knew that their plan was in trouble if Becky fought alone. She didn't know how well her step-mom could fight, but she suspected the filthy guard knew a fair amount. 

Shelly launched herself at the man's back as he turned to face the short older woman. She had experienced a number of fights and battles, but always from the weapon's point of view, and never as the fighter. Landing on the man's broad back, she tried to punch and kick, but felt like a baby wailing against an adult. 

"Stupid whores," the guard bellowed. He reached back and grabbed a handful of Shelly's hair. With a powerful tug, he pulled her from his back and she landed on the hard ground, knocking the breath from her. "I'll teach you the proper place for a woman." 

Shelly rolled to her feet, her side on fire again. She faced the man in time to see him knock Becky to the ground. Where was Jessica? She was the fighter. Becky and Shelly were supposed to distract the guard, so Jessica could take him out. Another glance in her direction showed she was on the floor, doubled over in pain. She wasn't screaming, but the sounds coming from her throat sounded inhuman. Shelly couldn't be certain in the dim light, but it almost looked like the woman's hair was turning white. 

A glance back at the guard showed him ready and confident. Beyond him, the door to their cage stood open. It might as well be a solid wall for all the good it did them. Shelly moved, trying to get behind the man, but he turned to keep them in his sight, backing closer to the door. She stopped, not wanting him to get any ideas about locking them back up. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 10



Thus far, the guard hadn't pulled any weapons, and a quick glance showed he didn't have any on him. He must have disarmed before coming to them. If she could transform, they might still stand a chance. If only magic wasn't weakened. If only she was still able to transform! Something was wrong with her ability though, and couldn't figure out what it was. 

She remembered watching her brother train to fight, and recalled a few of her own lessons as a kid. She knew the moment Becky tried to strike by the way her feet moved. Shelly launched herself at the guard, jumping and kicking. If they struck at the same time, maybe one of their attacks would get through. 

The man twisted at the last moment, avoiding Becky's fist and grabbing Shelly's ankle. Shelly found herself pulled through the air as she slammed into Becky and they both went down in a heap. As far as escape plans went, this one wasn't happening. 

"Oh, yeah," the guard chortled. "I like to watch a little girl-on-girl action. Hopefully it's better than your fighting skills." 

Shelly pulled away from Becky and tried to regain her feet. Her head swam, but she focused on the vulgar man. She had to take him down. They had to escape and get out before a rescue was sent for them. A rescue that she knew would depend on magic, and thus end up failing. 

Becky tried to get to her feet next to Shelly, but fell back, clutching her head. Jessica was still on the floor, her hair seemed to glow a soft white. Is that what she'd been afraid of happening at midnight? A little pain and a dye job? It didn't seem right, though. Was whatever was suppressing magic affecting her differently? She didn't want to be insensitive to her girlfriend's plight, but they were in some serious trouble without Jessica's help. Shelly would have to ask her later. Right now, she needed to get them out of here. 

"Wouldn't you rather suck my cock than fight me?" The man laughed. "Don't get me wrong. I don't have a problem beating uppity women, but I think we'd both enjoy a good fucking a lot more." 

"I'd love to," Shelly sneered, "but I'd hate to take that job away from your mother." 

The man growled and charged at her. She managed to dodge his first blow, but didn't see his knee coming for her gut. Air fled her lungs as she doubled over. His thick fist connected with the back of her head a moment later, making the world flash white as she struggled to remain conscious. 

"You're not doing so well," a new male voice offered. Shelly tried to find the source of the newcomer, but her eyes wanted to roll back in her head instead of focus. She felt hands pulling at her shirt, removing it from her. She tried to fight back, but a hand slapped her face, making the world spin again. "If you don't get up, he's going to rape you. You know that, right?" 

The voice was calm and reasoned. It was one she'd heard before, but she couldn't think. 

"I..." she trailed off as her bra was torn from her. 

"You want this, slut?" the guard laughed. "Here, take it!" Something bumped against her lips. She tried to pull away, but the guard gripped her hair, and yanked her back. "Suck it, bitch!" 

She opened her mouth to protest, but his filthy meat bumped the back of her throat first. She gagged, and even though she thought she'd emptied her stomach earlier, bile rose and spewed from her mouth and nose. 

"You stupid, fucking, bitch!" the guard screeched and slammed her head down. 

"Now's your chance, young lady," the other voice stated. "Stand up. Fight him." 

"I... can't," she muttered as she rolled onto her stomach. Her head throbbed and her throat burned. She couldn't focus on anything. She worked to get her hands under her naked torso, but felt too weak to push herself up. 

"I guess I'll have to do this. Mind if I borrow your body for a moment?" 

Shelly tried to respond, but something... She didn't know how to explain it. It felt like her body twisted and compacted, while the world grew bigger around her. Her eyes focused, and she saw the guard swiping vomit from his crotch. Jessica and Becky were still down, one groaning in pain, the other motionless. 

Shelly's arms moved on their own, finding strength she didn't know they had and pushing her body up. Her lips moved, and she heard her voice, but had no idea what she was going to say, until it was said. 

"Hey, dipshit. Your cock is so small, you could use it to floss with." 

The guard looked at her, shocked for a moment, before his face turned crimson. "You'll pay for that, you fucking cunt!" 

"Your insults are about as original as your prick. Small and pointless." 

The man roared as he charged her. Shelly wanted to scramble out of the guard's way, but she couldn't move. Her body refused to obey her will. The guard was fast, not that he'd been that far away from her anyway. She quailed, knowing that when he struck her, it was going to hurt. After her insults, he wasn't going to be kind to her body. 

At the last moment, she moved, but it wasn't by her command. Whoever or whatever had control of her, knew what it was doing. She stepped to the left, her right hand lashed out and struck the man's shoulder. He stumbled a couple steps past, then spun and faced her again. 

Hmm. The reflexes of this body aren't what I'm used to, that other voice said. It sounded like it was coming from within her. Then she recognized it. 

"You're that old man!" she exclaimed, remembering the creepy old man after the fight with Marchosias. She heard her voice as she spoke, but it didn't come from her throat. 

Watch who you're calling creepy, the voice chided her. I'm the dashing hero trying to save the damsel in distress. 

"Save away!" she yelled as she noticed the guard coming at them again. 

Her savior wasn't fast enough to dodge this time, and she felt the impact as the guard slammed into her. Her body twisted and they tumbled to the floor. Somehow she ended on top, with one of the guard's arms locked between her ribs and side, and the other under her knee. This left her right hand free. Her hand jabbed, knuckles first, at his throat. Her hand hurt from the impact of the blow, but from the bulge in the guard's eyes as he struggled to get free, it'd collapsed his windpipe. Shelly's body rolled away and to its feet. 

"I'd leave you with a thought on the proper way to treat women, but I don't think you have enough space left between your ears to keep ahold of it." 

The guard's face darkened as he clutched at his ruined throat. He tried to crawl towards the still open doorway, but Shelly's foot connected with his head. With a sickening snap, the vulgar man's neck broke, and he fell to the ground. 

"Damn, this body is weak," whoever had control of her complained as they hopped on one foot, while holding the foot that'd killed the guard. "You need to work out more, young lady. I'm all for skinny chicks, but I like them with a bit of muscle too." 

"Shelly?" Becky moaned as she sat up, holding her head. 

Shelly's body stopped hopping as control was shoved back onto her. She almost toppled over, but got her injured foot underneath her in time. It hurt to put weight on it, but not enough to stop her from going to her step-mom. 

"Are you okay?" she asked as she helped Becky to her feet. 

"Just a little dizzy. Who were you talking to?" Becky asked. She held her head but spared a glance at Shelly, then looked around. "What happened?" 

"I don't know," Shelly replied to both questions. "I think we need to get out of here. If anyone was listening to that fight..." 

She didn't have to say more. They moved to Jessica, and found her lying on her back, chuckling. "I did it. I stopped her. Heh, heh. I finally stopped her." 

"What's she talking about?" Becky asked, worry filling her pretty but bruised features. 

"No idea," Shelly shook her head. She bent over Jessica and lightly slapped her. "Come on! We need to go." 

Jessica's eyes focused on her. The woman's hair had returned to its normal jet black color, though Shelly thought she noticed fangs before her girlfriend nodded and got to her feet. 

Shelly found her shirt, or what was left of it. It was torn up, but covered the important bits. The remnants of her bra were useless. Becky searched the guard's corpse, but it didn't look like he had anything useful. 

"What happened to you?" Shelly asked as they stepped out of their cage. 

"I..." Jessica shook her head. 

"We really could have used your skills," Becky chided her. "We were counting on you doing the fighting." 

Shelly saw that she was going to end up with a black eye, if that bruise forming on the older woman's face was any indication. The Pillars wouldn't be enough to stop her dad from killing everyone in this place if he saw her like this. From the way her body ached, she suspected she didn't look much better. 

"I'm sorry," Jessica said, full of contrition. "When he showed up, my body hurt. It felt like something was trying to rip its way out of me, using claws of fire." 

"You mentioned stopping a 'her,'" Shelly offered. 

Jessica snapped her head to look at her. Was that fear? It was gone a moment later, making Shelly wonder if she'd imagined it in the dim light of the hallway. 

"Quiet," Becky hushed them as they approached a corner. They heard voices coming down that way. The words were too indistinct to make out. Becky peeked around the corner, and then faced them. "Only one guard. He's watching a holographic show. I think he was too absorbed in it to notice our fight. If we're careful... Where's Jessica?" 

Shelly looked to her right, where her girlfriend was a moment before. The spot was empty. Fear pulsed in her as she moved past Becky and looked around the corner. Jessica was on her hands and knees, crawling to where the guard was sitting at his desk. All he had to do was glance to his right and he'd see her. As Becky had stated, a holographic show was playing before him, and he was oblivious to the rest of the world. 

She wanted to scream, to stop her girlfriend, but she didn't dare make a noise. What was Jessica thinking? She almost screamed when Becky placed her hand on Shelly's injured shoulder and peaked around her. In the time it took Shelly to calm down and realize she wasn't about to be stabbed, and then to look back at Jessica, her girlfriend had reached the guard. She towered behind where the guard sat. 

Shelly held her breath, not even daring to breathe. She knew Jessica was strong, and a talented fighter, but she was also weaponless. Of course, Shelly was weaponless when she killed the other guard. She'd spent so much of her life fighting as a weapon, that she forgot that people could be deadly with their naked hands. Her foot still throbbed from kicking that bastard so hard. She was often sore after a fight, but at least as a sword, shield, spear, or whatever, she was made of stronger stuff. 

If Jessica made any noise, Shelly couldn't hear it over the holographic show. She stood behind the man for a moment, her eyes transfixed on what was on display. Shelly couldn't make it out from her vantage point, but she could see that it had grabbed Jessica's full attention. 

"Why doesn't she strike?" Becky whispered. 

Shelly shrugged her shoulders. It didn't make any sense to her either. One quick movement and it would be over. They could escape before her dad or anyone else arrived. 

But Jessica remained frozen. Shelly ground her teeth in frustration. She didn't dare go after her girlfriend, but didn't know what she was doing, either. 

"No!" Jessica gasped. 

That single word was clearly audible. The guard jumped and spun, falling out of his chair as he reached for something on his hip. Shelly moved to get to her, but Becky gripped her shoulder and held her back. Her instinct was wasted as Jessica blurred into movement. The guard grunted and struck the floor. 

Shelly pulled out of Becky's grip and ran down the short hallway. As she rounded the desk, she saw the guard on the floor, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Jessica pulled a pistol from his hip, and checked to make sure it was loaded. 

"What were you doing?" Shelly hissed at her girlfriend. She was upset, but not enough to yell like she wanted to. They didn't know if anyone else was around, and it wouldn't do to call a bunch of guards down on them. 

"We're in trouble," Jessica said and pointed to the holographic display. "Or rather, they are." 

Shelly looked as Becky came up next to her. What she'd thought was a television broadcast was a security feed. She recognized most of the people she saw, but that's not what made her heart skip with terror. 

The security feed showed the inside of the Orange Bubble. She had no idea how the Paladonic Knights had managed to get a camera into the Orange Bubble, unless they did it after capturing them. But then, how did it get back to her dad? The car was untraceable and had an intelligence of its own. It wouldn't allow anything to harm Lyden Snow, or any of his family. Did it know that there was hidden camera inside it somewhere? 

Her brother moved into view of the camera, and she let out another gasp. He'd changed since she'd left him in the hospital. Not only was he whole and healthy, but there was a glow to him now. She didn't know what it meant, but Areth's plan to help him must have succeeded. She looked at the image, trying to spot the fairy, but she wasn't in the viewable area. Shelly wished she knew how to move the camera, but there were no controls. 

"We're about fifteen minutes away," she heard her father say. The camera turned to him, telling her that it was mounted on someone. It had to be well hidden to not be observed by anyone in the car. The volume was low, but this close they could hear without any problems. "Does everyone know what they need to do?" 

Shelly searched the area, frantic to find some way to warn him that they were being watched. She had no doubt that this display was appearing before many other Knights in the area. They would know what Lyden's plans were, and know how to disrupt them. Without any magic to aid them, her father, brother, and the rest of her family and friends would die. 

"We've been over the plan numerous times, dear," Brooke said from her spot on the fountain. Brock was next to her in his mechanical legs. "I still think you need to stay back here. You're not..." Brooke looked ashamed for a moment before forcing the words out. "You're not the Generator anymore, and can't fight them. If you die, they win." 

Lyden's face grew hard. No, not hard, exactly. Diamonds were soft by comparison. She'd never seen that look in his eyes before. Her father was beyond angry. She felt her knees grow weak, almost pitying anyone who stood in his way. 

"They have my daughter and one of my wives, not to mention Shelly's girlfriend," Lyden said with a voice full of anger, sorrow, rage, and determination. "They have gone too far this time. They will pay. I won't lose anyone else!" 

"I understand how you feel," a four-armed woman spoke up. Shelly recognized her immediately. Mandy was with them. She remembered when Eldon and her had dated. Shelly spent many hours away, to be outside the girl's influence. It wasn't that Shelly was dishonest, but having no choice but to speak the truth was terrible. "But the world can't lose you, Mr. Snow. You're too important to the people of the Shadow World." 

"They can go to hell for all I care," Lyden spat. He walked over to the fountain near Brooke and picked up a small golden statue. Tears formed in his eyes as he spoke. "I won't lose anyone else. I lost Lisa years ago to them, and thought I'd bloodied their nose enough to teach them a lesson. Their actions recently have shown that they can't be taught. They are a cancer of hatred in the world. For too long, we have been content to let them grow, thinking they were ineffective. This last attack only means one thing. War. It is not a war I am willing to lose. I will not lose anyone else! No one! Am I clear?" 

The car was silent for a moment, before Eldon spoke up. "You won't dad. I'll make sure to bring them all home. I won't let you down. But that's no reason for you to join the fight. Stay here. Coordinate from here. Let us be your hands and eyes. You can't run the fight from the middle of it." 

"When the Outsiders threatened our existence, I didn't stay back then," Lyden faced his son. Shelly was surprised to see Sheldon keep gazes with their father. She didn't know if she could have in the same situation. "I went out and killed them. I fought. I won't stay behind this time, either." 

"That was different," Sheldon held his ground. "You had your powers then. You don't now. I understand how you feel, Dad. They have my sister, my step-mom, and Jessica. If even one hair on their head is hurt, I'll destroy them all myself." 

"How will you do that?" Lyden demanded. "You can't change anymore. You're locked into that one form." 

What did he mean by that? Shelly wondered, but had no way to ask. Did it have something to do with his glow? Had they both lost their ability to transform at the same time? All questions she would have to ask after they escaped. 

"Because I had a great man teach me the importance of fighting for what's right from the time I was a little kid," Sheldon grinned. "Because I've trained for this my whole life. My form isn't what's important. What you helped teach me is." 

Eldon's words seemed to get through to their father, and he bowed his head. He cradled the statue in his hands, and wept. "I won't lose anyone else, Son. You hear me? Don't you dare die out there. None of you can, or I... I can't lose anyone else. I just can't." 

Brooke folded him into her arms and held her husband. 

The camera turned away from them, and focused on a man Shelly didn't know. He was dressed in black tactical gear and looked right into the camera. "All of our forces are ready to move on your word, Commander. Just give the order." 

"As soon as this car stops, we move," an unknown female voice responded. Shelly knew that whoever had control of the camera was the speaker. Whoever it was, they were a spy. It explained how a camera was able to get into the Orange Bubble. It had been carried in. And because of whoever she was, the Paladonic Knights knew her father's plan and were waiting for them. 

"We need to go," Becky stated, making Shelly jump. "They have no idea what they're about to get into." 

"Did the guard have a cell phone?" Shelly asked. "Maybe we can warn them?" 

"No," Jessica said after searching his pockets. "Just this I.D. badge, keys, and some gum. Want some?" She was already putting a piece of gum in her mouth. 

"No, thanks. Any idea on how to get out of here?" She asked. Both women looked at her like she was an idiot. Of course they didn't know how to get out of here. "Well, in that case, I say we try that door over there and see where it leads." 

They looked at where she pointed. Becky shrugged and they started in that direction. Unfortunately, that door opened onto a closet. The next one opened onto a hallway that looked similar to the one they'd just left. 

"Aren't these places supposed to have fire exits clearly listed?" Becky complained. "How are the guards supposed to know where to go in case of an emergency?" 

"I rather doubt the fire marshals ever get down to investigate this place," Shelly replied as they headed for a third doorway. This one opened onto a stairwell. 

"He mentioned me," Jessica said as she took the stairs in front of Shelly. Becky brought up the rear. "He was worried about me also." 

Shelly felt her gut twist. She remembered Jessica's words about still liking Sheldon. She debated for only a moment before responding. "With Mandy there, he had to be telling the truth. He must still care for you." Those words cost her more than she would ever admit. 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 10



"What do you mean?" Jessica asked. 

"Mandy has a way of forcing those around her to be absolutely honest," Becky responded. "I felt bad for her parents, before her dad died. Do you have any idea how often we tell children little lies as they grow up? Quite often it's to protect them and shelter them from a world that they're not ready for. Mandy never got that. She grew up fast. Sometimes we wish for the truth, but all too often, a little lie is easier to deal with." 

No one spoke as they topped the stairs and saw a sign reading, "B4." They had four more flights of stairs until the ground level. Shelly was worn out and her foot and shoulder throbbed, but her dad was right. They couldn't lose anyone. With a determined sigh, she placed her foot on the next step and continued climbing. 

* * * * 

Shelly's legs felt like rubber as they reached the door marked with a simple "1." This door had a window in it. Jessica looked out, followed by Becky. It was all Shelly could do to stay on her feet. She wasn't used to this much activity. If only she could have changed forms and been carried. At the least, it would have offered them another weapon, or even a shield. With the block on magic and her broken ability, that was impossible. 

"Two guards walking this way," Jessica reported. "If they come through the door, I'll take them out. I have an idea on how to get out of here." 

Shelly stifled a groan as she moved behind the door. Her body ached. She needed to get some rest, but getting out of here alive was the top priority. 

Sure enough, a couple moments later the door opened, and a well-armed guard walked through. Jessica waited for the second one to step into the stairwell before springing her attack. She moved with a liquid grace that would have saved them a lot of pain had she been able to act in their cell. Both guards wore heavy black vests with helmets, but Jessica knew where to strike. She jabbed the second guard in the throat, cutting off any warning or yells he might make, before gripping the first one's helmet and snapping the neck. By this point, the second guard through the door was on the floor, gasping for breath. Jessica kicked his helmet with the heel of her foot, then slammed her foot down on his exposed neck. He shook twice, then went still. 

Shelly shuddered at the ease with which Jessica killed the two. She was strong and graceful in her movements, but also calm. There seemed to be no emotion in her eyes as she killed. Shelly had never noticed it before, having been preoccupied as a weapon every other time they'd fought together. It sent a chill down her spine. 

Jessica must have seen something in her look as she dragged the bodies away from the door. "It's either them, or us," she said and put a hand on Shelly's shoulder. "If they weren't the scum of the Earth, I might regret their deaths, but they chose to be what they are. I won't shed a tear for Paladonic Knights. They deserve this and so much more." 

"You've dealt with them before," Shelly realized out loud. 

Jessica looked at her for a moment, before shaking her head. "Help me get them undressed. Like I said before. I have a plan to get us out of here. We're walking out the front door." 

Looking at the guards, the plan became apparent. Becky was too short to pretend to be either one, but Shelly and Jessica were about the right height, if not necessarily the right build. With the added weight of the armored vest, pants, and helmet, Shelly didn't think she'd make it far before collapsing, but she was determined to try. 

"Remember," Becky warned them as they looked out the doorway, "you can't speak. All of the Knights are men. If they realize you're women..." She didn't need to finish that statement. 

Shelly tucked a strand of Jessica's hair back into her helmet and stepped back to look at her. 

"How do I look?" Jessica asked, holding her arms out to her side and turning around. 

"You're too beautiful to pass as a man with the tinted visor up," Shelly replied. 

"We'll both have to have our visors down, in that case," Jessica grinned. 

Shelly returned the grin at the unsaid compliment. She took a deep breath and came to a decision. "Look, Jessica," she began to say. "If we don't make it out of this—" 

She was cut off as Jessica leaned in and kissed her. There was just enough of an opening in their helmets for their lips to touch, but not get passionate. After a moment, Jessica pulled back. 

"Don't say it," Jessica told her. "We'll make it out of here, and you can tell me then. We'll make it out of here together." 

Shelly wanted to say something sweet back, but her eyes brimmed with tears, and she choked on her emotions. After a moment, she just nodded, and they turned to Becky who was smiling as she watched them. 

"You two remind me of a younger me with Lisa," she said, then shook her head. "Right. We need to get out of here. I'll pretend to be your prisoner. It won't work well, but if there is any talking needed, let me do it. I hope you both know how to walk like men." 

At Becky's words, Shelly realized how foolish this plan was. It would never work. She had no idea how to walk like a man. They would get caught as soon as they walked through that door. This was suicide. It— 

The door opened and Jessica led Becky out into a well-lit hallway. The walls were white with false lighting overhead. The floor was a checkered white and black. 

Shelly remained frozen for another second, then dashed out to catch up. No one was immediately around them. She tried to think about how a man walked, but couldn't pull it up. 

"Think about how your brother walks," Jessica whispered. "Just swagger like him." 

Shelly had no problem pulling up a mental image of her brother strutting around. There was a cockiness to it, which seemed to come naturally to him. She tried to emulate his movements, incorporating them into her own. Her movements were hampered by her clothing, and she felt claustrophobic in the helmet, but she tried her best. 

"Less hips and more shoulders," Becky offered. 

Shelly did as instructed, and though she felt like a fool, she got nods of approval from both women. 

As they approached a corner, they froze. Men were running through a cross-hallway, heading to their right. They had their rifles in their hands and looked ready to use them. 

The last one stopped and looked at them. He had some sort of rank on his shoulder that looked bigger than what either woman was wearing. 

"You two! What are you doing with the Betrayer's bitch?" the man demanded. 

Becky was the first to react. "It won't work! Just because your Grand Meister thinks that seeing me will make him grow angry and do something stupid. My husband is smarter than that! He'll know it's a trap." 

"Shut up and know your place, woman!" the man snapped at her before turning to Jessica and Shelly. "Well, if it's the Grand Meister's orders, you'd best be about it! Come on. It looks like the Betrayer will show up to the east. I know just the spot to take her where he'll be sure to see." 

Shelly looked to Jessica, but couldn't see her face through the tinted visor. They had no choice but to follow, or give up the ruse. 

She wondered why they called her father the Betrayer, but didn't have time to ask. He'd never betrayed anyone, so far as she knew. 

They followed the man down the hallway and through a set of double doors into the late night air. 

They were just in time to see chaos erupt. Their rescue had arrived before they could stop it.



The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 11



Eldon opens up about his feelings, but Gloria's response is heartbreaking. The group rushes to rescue Shelly, Jessica, and Becky, but will it be enough to face the total might of the Paladonic Knights? 

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False Starts 

"Damn it!" Eldon cursed as his fist connected with the very solid brick wall of the waiting room. It hurt, but the pain receded almost immediately. Thanks to Areth's sacrifice, his body was locked into its current state of health. He avoided looking at the statue still clutched in his father's white-knuckled grip. 

Could this week get any worse? It started with them getting attacked by a group of Paladonic Knights pretending to be magical creatures, where he was injured in a nasty blast. His girlfriend, Gloria, had healed him, but the things he'd done with his dad and sister in the car with them bothered him. Then he had to save the President of the United States from her own Secret Service. Just when he thought they were safe and flying away in a helicopter, it was shot down. He was hurt beyond anything Gloria could do to heal him this time. It took him a whole week to recover enough to even wake up. His step-mom had sacrificed her life for his health, which weighed heavily on him. Now his sister was kidnapped and in the hands of the Paladonic Knights. 

"I know you're angry, Son, but that's no reason to use such language," Lyden disapproved. Despite his words, Eldon knew his father's heart wasn't in the rebuke. His heart was shattered at losing his fairy lover. 

Does he hate me for that? Eldon feared. It's my fault she's dead. I should have died in that crash. Then she wouldn't have had to sacrifice herself. He had no idea what would make the normally self-centered pixie give up everything for him. He knew she loved his dad, but himself...? Now he had to live with the guilt that her death was his fault. If Mandy were still in the room, he feared what his father might say. What truths hid behind his grief? How much did he blame Eldon? 

"No," Gloria whispered as she folded him in her arms. Part of him wanted to push her away. He was supposed to be a man and be strong. He shouldn't need to be comforted. But a larger part of him welcomed the loving touch. "It wasn't your fault. The Knights attacked us. It was their fault for what happened. Areth had more heart in her than any other fairy I've ever known. She was one of a kind, but her death wasn't your fault. Your father doesn't blame you." 

"But—" he started to respond to her quiet words, but his dad cut him off, having heard Gloria somehow. 

"No, Son. Areth—" he paused to swallow. Eldon could see a fresh set of tears well up in his father's eyes. "Areth did what she did out of love for me. Gloria is right, that she was one of a kind. She's also right about this not being your fault. I don't blame you." Lyden's voice hardened into something tougher than diamond. "The Knights will pay for this. They took Lisa from me, now Areth, and they've kidnapped my daughter and wife. I won't accept their presence in this world anymore." 

Eldon almost shook at the amount of conviction and hatred in his father's voice. 

"I'll be at your side, Dad," Eldon promised. "They need to pay—" 

"Do you hear yourselves?" Brooke interrupted. There was shock in her voice as she confronted them. "I agree that they need to pay for what they did, but you're talking about genocide." 

"It's them or us," Lyden replied. He held Areth's golden statue against his chest as he faced his wife. "I don't understand why you're against this? They tortured you the last time they had you and want to kill all of us." 

"I hate them for what they did, but killing them all isn't the answer," Brooke stood her ground. "They're not all evil. Remember Emmet?" 

They locked eyes and Eldon grew uncomfortable watching them. He hugged Gloria tighter to him, glad that she wasn't arguing with him. He looked into her blue eyes and felt lighter. She was always there for him, supporting him when he needed it. She was all powerful, but she didn't try to intimidate him. She didn't lord her power over him, and let him be his own person. She could control him if she chose, but she didn't. She— He stopped as something occurred to him. 

"I love you," he told her in a soft voice. 

Her eyes widened in shock. He didn't think he could surprise her, as she was always privy to his thoughts, but then he realized that he hadn't thought those words before speaking. He'd reacted to his emotions. 

She released him and stepped back, covering her mouth. "Eldon, I... I care for you, I do, but... You have to understand, I—" 

The week could get worse, it seemed. 

"Don't," he told her, feeling his heart break. "Just don't. I shouldn't have said it. I don't know why I did. It was stupid, so just forget it, okay?" 

"You don't understand," Gloria said and stepped back up to him. "I was once the Goddess of Love. I had thousands that fawned over me. They all loved me, but—" 

"But how could I compare to them?" he asked, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. He turned away and walked out of the room before she could see the tears forming in his eyes, leaving behind his arguing parents. He kept his mind blank so she wouldn't see anything from that either. 

"Eldon, stop," he heard Gloria say, but he continued walking down the hallway of the hospital. He felt like he needed to act. He didn't want to be here in this hospital. He didn't know what the wait was for, but it rankled. "Eldon, please listen to me." 

He stopped to face her. "Why? You don't love me. I can accept that. I'm not worthy of your love. I get it. How could my heart match up to the thousands that once fawned over you? There's nothing for you to explain." 

She slapped him. Her hand moved so fast, he didn't see it coming until his head snapped to the side. He knew she was strong, but that slap hurt! He wondered if his neck would have snapped if not for Areth's sacrifice. No, probably not, but by the Pillars, it hurt! The pain took only a few seconds to recede, but it was longer than his fist had hurt from punching the wall. 

"That's not it at all," Gloria seethed at him. "I care for you more than I've cared about a mortal in millennia. You're strong, optimistic, caring, and so much more than any one woman deserves. Though your current attitude could use some adjusting. I don't like seeing you as a whiny little snot." She held up her hand as he tried to interrupt her, and he closed his mouth. 

I'll let her speak, he thought. I was a fool to think she would ever love me. What can she say? I'll listen to her, and then do everything in my power to forget I ever uttered those stupid words. 

"I didn't bring up what I used to be to make you feel inferior. None of them could compare to you. Thousands of adoring mortals, and combined they meant nothing to me compared to you, but I need you to understand something." She paused to take a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "There is always that fear in me that people love me for what I am, not who I am. When I was Aphrodite, people fell in love with me because I was the Goddess of Love. My mere presence made men leave their wives, and fathers abandon their children. For a long time, I enjoyed that attention. Sometimes I would make them do terrible things. They would do it too, not because I forced them to with my power, but because they loved me that much. I was a terrible person. I won't make excuses for who I was then, though I was better as Aphrodite than I was as Lilith." 

"So you can't love me because you were evil once?" Eldon asked, confused. What was she getting at? 

"No," Gloria shook her head. "I could love you, Eldon. It would be so easy for me to let myself fall for you." 

"But you won't." Eldon shook his head. She wasn't making any sense. She could love him, but wouldn't? He knew who she had been, and knew many of the stories about her, but that wasn't who she was now. He loved the woman before him, and didn't care about her past. 

"You're not letting me finish," she chided him, but there was no anger in her tone. If anything, her voice had softened. "How do I know you love me for who I am, and it's not my powers making you love me? Hephaestus was a great man and powerful god, but even he fell under my power after Zeus forced me to marry him. He was a god who could create beauty with his bare hands, but he fell under the spell of my presence." 

"So, because I'm not a god..." he knew that wasn't what she was driving at, but she was taking too long to get to her point. 

She sighed before answering. "You're better than any god I've ever met. Eldon, the reason I stop myself is because I'm afraid. What if the only reason you love me is because I was a love goddess? What might I do, if I allow myself to love you? Would I twist your love into something evil, just because I can? Will I go back to the woman I once was? I don't want that. You mean a great deal to me, and I don't want to change who you are." 

Eldon looked at his girlfriend, speechless. That was what she was worried about? A laugh bubbled up in him. Despite all the terrible stuff that'd happened, he couldn't help but laugh at how silly she was being. 

"Women don't like to be thought of as silly," Gloria said in a tone that sobered him. 

"I'm sorry," he told her, though he could feel the corners of his lips still turning up. "It's just that, it strikes me as odd that a Goddess of Love wouldn't understand love. I mean... If it's true love, then you won't want to twist or change me. Love means you want me to be happy. The difference between then and now, is that while they loved you, you didn't love them." 

A sad look crossed Gloria's face. "Oh, my dear sweet man," she said as her hand reached out and cupped his face. He leaned into the touch, thinking he'd won her over. "There are more definitions of love than there are stars in the night sky. A father loves a son differently than he loves his wife. A child loves their parent in a different way than they love their pets. Love can be both selfless and selfish. It can be a thing of true beauty, or cause terrible horrors." 

"Do you see me as a pet?" he asked, losing his smile. "I love you as one man to a woman. A woman that has stolen my heart, not because of what she is, but because she has treated me with respect. You've cared for me, helped me, and shown that you're not the goddess that performed those actions millennia ago. You're a good woman, Gloria. I know it in my heart." 

She was silent for a long moment. Eldon let her think. She had to see that he was right. How could she not see how wonderful she was? She was the perfect woman in every way, and he didn't mean her body alone. Her personality, and the actions she'd performed to back up his belief in her were strong testaments of why he would love her. 

"You may be right," she said in a tone that told him she still doubted. He opened his mouth to convince her, but she held up her hand. "I'll think about it, Eldon. For now, just give me that. I do care about you. More than I probably should. No, don't say it. I know you love me. I see your arguments in your mind, and they're good ones, but you don't understand everything. I'm not human. I never was a mortal. I don't think like them, but I do care for you, and I want you to be happy." 

He wanted to say more, but held himself back. He couldn't ask more of her. It still hurt that she would admit to being able to fall in love with him, but refused to let it happen. She'd asked him to give her time, and he would do that. Meanwhile, he would still love her—as if he had a choice—and show her that it was safe. 

Gloria grinned as she saw him make his decision. "Now then," she said, looking around the hallway, "you've been out of commission for half the day, and while I've enjoyed our time in my Mens Mundi, what I could really use right now is the real thing." There was no doubt what she had in mind as she stepped up to him and gripped his crotch. 

One part of him knew that she was using this opportunity to distract him from their previous conversation, but another part appreciated it. Since waking up in the hospital bed, things had gone from bad to worse, to heartbreaking, and then went even lower. He could use a pick-me-up while they waited. 

He moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. Her lips were strong against his as his tongue ventured out. She met it with hunger, opening her teeth to his invading muscle. She sucked on his mouth tool as her arms pulled their bodies tighter together. She tasted sweet, as she always did. 

He felt his back strike a door, then it was open and they were in a room. Eldon broke the kiss long enough to look around and see that they'd entered a hospital room that was unoccupied by anyone but them. 

Their clothes vanished, as though by magic, but Eldon vaguely recalled removing them. Gloria seemed to have a thousand hands roaming his body and making him moan. His flesh tingled as her fingertips glided across his strong muscled body. Her lips moved across his mouth, his neck, his chest, and back up, driving his passion higher. 

"I can't wait to get this between my thighs," Gloria moaned as the fingers of her right hand slid along his twisted shaft. "But first, I think I'd better make sure it's ready." 

He couldn't imagine being any more ready for her. His cock ached, it was so hard. His legs bumped into the back of the hospital bed and he fell back. Luckily the rails were down or that might have hurt. 

Gloria gave him a hungry grin, then leaned over his turgid member and took him between her lips. As the warmth of her mouth surrounded him, Eldon entered a euphoric state. Her tongue danced across his sensitive flash, sometimes making him twitch, and other times making him groan in ecstasy. She knew right when to use her teeth, and when to lavish his member with kisses. Her tongue danced across his skin with unimaginable skill. 

Lewd sounds echoed around the inside of the small room as Gloria's head bobbed up and down his pole. She released him and moved her hungry mouth to his scrotum, juggling the delicate balls with her talented tongue. Despite himself, Eldon felt himself quickly approaching climax. 

"Not yet!" Gloria ordered, using her thumb to pinch him off at the base. "You must be stressed if you're ready to blow this fast," she teased. 

"Don't give me any lip, woman," Eldon smiled down at her, "unless it's the lips between your legs. Why don't you come up here and let me return the favor?" 

Gloria laughed at his little remark before moving up his body and pressing the lips on her face against his. Their tongues entwined again for a brief time, before she continued moving up his body, stopping again for a brief moment to let him savor her firm breasts. She turned around before planting her pelvis against his salivating mouth. A moment later he felt her take him back between her teeth, but he concentrated on the meal presented to him. 

She was already sopping wet by the time his tongue ventured out to glide along her labia. As always, she tasted sweet and warm. He moved his muscle in random directions, sometimes licking along her slit, and other times diving into her welcoming hole. 

He heard her hiss and felt her teeth when he finally moved to her clit, sucking hard and making her legs twitch. After a couple seconds of nibbling and suckling the powerful button, he felt her groan around his prick and shudder in orgasm. She tried to get up, but he locked his arms around her waist and held her down. He was hungry and thirsty, and she had the meal he needed. 

"Eldon, I—ungh—that feels great and, uh... ah, all but I want... Mmm, this fat... juicy... Oh... cock in me! Oh, God!" Her hand twisted around his member as she tried to speak around her moans and grunts, but he didn't let up. He brought his teeth into play, nibbling on her sensitive nubbin. Gloria screeched in protest and pleasure, grinding her pelvis against his devouring mouth while she struggled against his grip. He could feel her fluids dribbling down his chin and he drank from her like a man left too long in the Pillar of Fire's territory. 

"Eldon, I—Oh shit!—I really need to—ungh—feel you inside me. Eldon, please!" 

Her pleading broke through his thirsty daze and he released her. In a blur, she spun around and he felt her fiery insides envelop his spiral rod. She gripped his cheeks as their eyes met. He felt like she was gazing into his soul, and considering who she was, she might well have been. 

"You're a lot stronger now, my lover," she cooed to him. She lifted up and then let herself slide back down with a contented sigh. She licked up her juices from along his jaw before speaking again. "No man has ever been able to hold me down like that. It was a unique experience. One that I'll indulge in again later. Right now, I need that thick cock pounding into my little hole!" 

"For you?" he said with a sloppy grin. "Anything!" 

He gripped her hips, lifting her up about six inches, then pulled down as he thrust deep inside her. She broke eye contact as her beautiful blue orbs rolled back into her head. Her inner muscles rippled around his girth as he repeated the movement again and again. She matched his pace, allowing him to free his hands to grip her firm, but bouncing, breasts. He pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, eliciting more moans from her honeyed mouth. 

Her head dropped without warning. Her lips pressed hard against his. Hard enough that he would have bruised if not for his new recovery ability. Her tongue drove into his mouth as he felt her passion overwhelm her. Loud claps echoed off the walls as their bodies collided, drowning out the muffled moans of the two lovers. 

He was far from winded as he pulled her off of him, marveling at how light she felt. She groaned in complaint at being empty so suddenly, but he ignored her. With more grace and finesse than he thought himself capable of, he moved behind her and reentered her tight canal. His back was to the door as he ploughed into her, making the hospital bed groan and protest at the rough treatment. 

Gloria's insides felt aflame as his manhood swelled inside her. Without thinking, he wet two fingers and shoved them into her anal cavity, thrusting in time with the rest of his body. Gloria grew wild, thrashing under his pounding, moaning incoherently and whipping her blonde hair about as she came repeatedly. 

Sweat beaded on his brow as her foamy cum dripped from his balls. His entire world centered on the two of them. All he could see was the beauty of her smooth back. The way her hair tumbled about as she cried out in bliss became his flag, her moans his anthem. He knew then that he was completely lost to her. He loved this woman with all his being, and suddenly understood her fear about loving him back. 

He would do anything for her. She was the other half to his soul. But part of why he loved her was knowing that she wouldn't abuse his love. She wouldn't make him do anything he didn't want to. She... 

He realized she'd stopped moving against him, other than little shudders as she buried her face in the bed's pillow. His climax struck at the same moment, and he could feel his hot ejaculate filling her up. His body was wracked with unadulterated bliss as he emptied inside her, and then he truly was lost to the rest of the world. 

That is, until he heard someone clapping. He spun around to see Shlee standing in front of the closed door, a grin splitting her face. 

"Wh-what are you doing here?" he stammered as he pulled from his girlfriend and tried to hide himself. 

"Oh, don't stop on my account," the reporter giggled. "That was getting pretty hot. I especially enjoyed how you flipped around behind her. And when I saw you slip your fingers into her ass? I almost came from just watching. That has to be hands down, the most powerful fucking I've ever watched." 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 11



Eldon's cheeks burned at her lewd comments. Knowing that they'd been watched for that long... Why hadn't Gloria sensed she was there? Or had his girlfriend gotten off on being watched? As he glanced at Gloria, he recalled that she couldn't read Shlee's mind. As he looked at the succubus, he saw clothes materialize around her body. What bothered him were what appeared to be tear streaks under her eyes. As soon as he noticed them, they disappeared. 

"What are you doing here?" Gloria asked in a cool tone, as though they hadn't been caught in the middle of an indecent act, in the middle of the hospital, after finding out his sister and step-mother had been kidnapped, and— Gloria interrupted his thoughts as she patted his still flaming cheek. "Don't worry, dear. I've been caught in far more compromising situations than this. There was that time Ares and Hermes were tag teaming me, when my husband walked in and... Oh, my! You're still hard! But I thought you..." she reached down and rubbed her crotch through her tight white pants. In the dead silence of the room, there was no mistaking the squishing sounds coming from her crotch. 

"Damn! He has stamina too and a quick recovery," Shlee chirped from the door. "Hmm..." She shook herself as Eldon rushed to get dressed. He didn't understand why he was still rock hard, and Shlee's hungry gaze made him feel like a piece of meat on the auction block. Considering she was a werewolf, being a piece of meat didn't appeal to him. 

"Why are you here, Shlee?" Eldon asked again, trying to keep his voice from showing his embarrassment. 

"You mean besides the excellent show?" If it was possible, her grin grew wider and hungrier. "You've really got some nice muscle tone, by the way. Okay, okay! I was sent to get you, because it's time to go. Considering the amount of noise you two were making, I decided it would be best for me to come get you. Don't think you wanted your dad walking in and seeing you fill her up like that." 

"We were that loud?" Eldon groaned. Could he get any more embarrassed? 

"Anyone within ten feet of that door could hear what was going on in here," Shlee giggled again. "I had to stop a couple doctors from breaking in, but I doubt your family heard. My hearing is a bit more sensitive than most." 

Eldon finished pulling on his pants, then threw his shirt on as he dashed out the door, forgetting his shoes. He ran to the recovery room, where his dad was talking to one of the president's Secret Service agents dressed in black tactical gear. 

"I'll be glad to accept whatever help the President is willing to give, but I don't want her to stick her neck on the line for us. I don't want her to commit political suicide by supporting us too much." 

The agent grinned behind his shades. Shades? Indoors? Eldon wondered if there were special technology behind them. "You haven't seen the polls since the helicopter crash and it became public knowledge that Lydonese helped heal the President. The fact that some Paladonic Knights were found with footage claiming it was magical creatures that attacked the President before the attack happened has helped, also. We really owe your son for his help in finding those traitors." 

"Lydonese?" Lyden asked with a tone Eldon couldn't decipher. 

"Ahem," the agent looked nervous for a moment, "Yes. Well, the President wanted to consult with you first on that, but after the attacks, she saw an opportunity to give a unifying name to the creatures from your world. I believe it's her hope that by using your name, a name that's well respected, it'll lessen the animosity towards them. We have the term humans, for us, but there was no name to tie everyone from the Shadow World together." 

Lyden looked around the room and noticed his son standing there. When he glanced at Eldon's bare feet, he felt his face darken again. Gloria chose that moment to walk up and hand him his shoes and socks. 

"Sorry it took me a bit to get them," Shlee piped in next, still wearing her broad grin. The grin looked good on her, but Eldon still didn't like what was behind it. "These two were sleeping pretty soundly." Eldon was glad Mandy wasn't in the room to make that lie impossible to say. 

"Well, they're here now," Brooke spoke up before Lyden could say anything. 

Lyden glanced at her and gave her a slight smile. "Good," he nodded and turned back to the agent. "If everything is ready, then we should go." 

"There is an armored SUV waiting outside that will get us to our destination," the agent said. "We can meet our contact who should know where your daughter and wife are being held. After you, Ambassador. I've already been informed that the building is secure. We have a free path to the transport." 

They took the stairs instead of the elevator, but it was only two floors and everyone was in perfect shape. When they reached the back of the hospital where the car was waiting, they expected the large black SUV, but not the tiny by comparison vehicle behind it. 

"I thought the Knights had the Orange Bubble," Brock stated. His mechanical legs were anything but stealthy, but Eldon appreciated that his brother could move freely in the world. 

"So did I," Lyden commented. He looked at the car with suspicion. 

"It was," Mandy said as she stepped out of the Orange Bubble. "I've been talking with the car, and she explained everything to me." 

Eldon couldn't stop himself from taking a step back at that news. Before he could even think to respond, Shlee stepped up and started asking questions. 

"You can talk to a car? That is so cool. Does the car talk through the speakers, through engine sounds, or what? What does a car even say? I wish I could talk to technology." 

"Whoa!" Mandy held her four hands up to stop her barrage of questions. "It's not like that. We just understand each other. The Orange Bubble isn't technology, but a magical creature born from old technology." 

"I never knew it could talk," Lyden mused as he ran his hand along his old car. "I mean, it makes sense. It holds a portion of Angela's soul. I knew it could think." 

Mandy faced the car then walked up to Lyden. "She prefers to be thought of as a she, and not an it." There was no rebuke in Mandy's tone, but Lyden flinched and jerked his hand away as though slapped. "She cares for you and your family, though. She no longer sees herself as attached to the Pillar of Fire. She's become her own identity." 

Eldon saw his father's fists clench and his jaw flex. "Then why didn't she save them?" Lyden's voice was cold again. "Why didn't she get them out of there before those damned Knights kidnapped my wife and daughter?" 

If hearing that the Orange Bubble could communicate was a shock, hearing his dad utter a swear word was on a whole other level. Lyden Snow never swore. Even a word as small as 'damn' was worse than he would say. 

Mandy backed away at the cold vengeance in Eldon's dad's voice. She faced the car for a moment, but if it said anything, Eldon couldn't hear. 

"She couldn't," Mandy stated after a moment. "There are a lot of things she can do that no ordinary car can, but in the end, she is still in the body of a car. By the time she knew what was going on, it was too late. She came back here and waited for you." Mandy's tone conveyed the Orange Bubble's regret and concern. Eldon saw the effect of her words wash over his father as he rested his head against the car's metal surface. 

Lyden's lips moved, but Eldon couldn't hear what his father said. No one moved or spoke as they waited for Lyden to finish. He clutched Areth's golden statue tight to his chest, and after a moment Eldon saw fresh tears stream down his father's cheeks. 

"He really loves you all," Gloria whispered into his ear. "I know some people wonder how he could love so many different people. He has so many wives, plus you kids... I know it's not true, but I've heard many from both worlds mutter that he must be a heartless bastard. They figure that he just has the wives for sex, and doesn't care for his offspring, but there is no denying his love. Your father is a great man. I can see a lot of him in you." 

Eldon didn't know how to take the compliment and kept his mouth shut. He'd heard some of the same things growing up. People assumed that they understood him, without ever meeting him. All they saw was his public persona. They saw a man with multiple wives, with kids among some of them, and assumed they knew what kind of man he was. 

Eldon would be the first to admit his dad wasn't always around. Lyden Snow was a busy man as the only sanctioned ambassador between the two worlds. He was also the hero of the Chaos War. But he never doubted his father's love. Never doubted for a moment that Lyden Snow cared for, and loved every member of his family. 

"There's no point in staying here," Lyden spoke up, breaking into Eldon's thoughts. His voice was strong, though it had lost its anger. In its place was determination. "The sooner we meet up with this agent, the sooner we can rescue them and put an end to the Paladonic Knights." 

"If you'll get into the SUV," the other Secret Service agent stated, "we can head right to her." 

Lyden looked from the black SUV to the Orange Bubble and shook his head. "No, I'll take my car. If you want to lead the way, we'll follow." 

Eldon didn't know if the agent knew about Lyden's car and what it was capable of—though the previous conversation would have given him only an inkling of what the old Volkswagen Beetle could do—but he didn't say a word as he got into the passenger seat of the larger vehicle. The first Secret Service agent followed them into the Orange Bubble. 

Eldon had to waddle a bit as he ducked into the car. He was still hard and it was uncomfortable to bend over as he entered the large interior. 

"Did having Shlee watch us turn you on that much?" Gloria asked him as she followed after. 

"No," he shook his head and looked around to see who might have heard. Shlee met his eyes and smiled. Of course her enhanced hearing would have picked it up. He tried to give her a confident smile as he finished the rest in his head. I don't know why I'm still like this. It doesn't make sense. I'm not even that horny. Well, no more than usual, at any rate. 

Gloria grimaced, then nodded to his dad. "Think it has something to do with what Areth did to you?" 

"You mean I might have a perma-boner?" he asked a bit louder than he meant to. He got a couple of looks from the others in the car and felt his cheeks heating up. He dropped his voice and turned his back on them. "Isn't that supposed to be dangerous? I recall something about getting ahold of a doctor if you have an erection lasting longer than four hours." 

Gloria glanced at his crotch. Eldon noticed a distinct lack of concern on her face. "For a person like you, I wouldn't worry about it. Even with as large as you are down there, your body will withstand whatever damage it'll cause you." 

Eldon felt like a fool. Of course his body could deal with it. He couldn't be hurt now, after Areth's sacrifice. Well, he could be hurt, but not permanently. Now that he thought about it, it might not be such a bad thing. Despite himself, he felt his ego rise as he realized that he could go forever, and never grow soft. Of course, that's assuming it never went down. Maybe it was as simple as Shlee watching them, and that turned him on at some subconscious level. But then again, maybe not. 

"If you two are done talking about his magnificent cock," Shlee muttered to them with a wide grin, "the rest of us are trying to come up with a plan." 

Eldon opened his mouth to say something in response, but shut it a moment later when nothing came to mind. 

"There's not a lot we can decide until we know the layout of their base," Brooke said to Lyden. "Once we meet up with this undercover agent, we'll know what we're in for." 

Eldon glanced out the front windshield. With the dimensional shift between the interior and exterior of the car, his vision was distorted but he was able to make out the SUV's lights. As he watched, the right light flashed and they turned to follow. 

"I hate waiting," Eldon muttered. 

"I remember that about you," Mandy said at his shoulder. He jumped, not having heard her approach. "Always so impatient. Tell me, Gloria. Does he still dive in head first before he thinks?" 

"He has a tendency to think with his head first," Gloria replied with too much ease for Eldon's comfort. "And not always the one on his shoulders. That head does some great diving, though." 

"I'm right here, you two," Eldon groused. "You know you can talk to me directly." 

"I know," Mandy giggled. "But it's more fun this way." 

"So Mandy, tell me," Gloria piped in as though Eldon hadn't spoken, "did he learn to kiss from you, or is it a natural talent of his?" 

"Oh my! I wish I could take credit, but he was always that good. Sometimes he would kiss me, and my knees would just melt!" 

"Ugh!" Eldon threw his hands up and walked away. He didn't mind the complimentary talk, but didn't appreciate being talked about as though he weren't there. 

Instead of being left alone to his thoughts as he walked back to the bed and sat down, Shlee joined him. 

"What do you want?" he asked a bit more sourly than he meant to. 

"Well, my excuse is that I just want to talk, but in reality I wanted to see what it would take to get that awesome cock between my thighs, or to get you to kiss me the way they're talking about it." Shlee covered her mouth and her eyes opened wide in shock as she realized what she'd just said. "I didn't mean to say that! It just came out all of a sudden. I mean, I really would like to fuck you, but now isn't the right time for it, among other things. Oh! Why can't I control what I say?" 

Despite his previous mood, Eldon chuckled. "Relax," he told her. "I'm not offended. That sort of thing happens whenever Mandy is around. Her mere presence makes everyone say the absolute truth. No one can lie when she's around. The trick is to speak the truth. You don't have to say the whole truth, but as long as you don't try to lie at all, you can speak normally." 

"What I wouldn't give to have her follow me on an interview with a couple senators," Shlee grimaced. "So, if I say something like: 'you're really cute,' I don't have to add that I wonder what your cum tastes like? Shit!" 

"Try something smaller," he offered her. "This bed is soft. See? I didn't add that I would love to screw Gloria and you later, if the opportunity presents." He smiled at her as her eyes grew wide and glanced at the bulge in his pants. "Yes, I added that last part on purpose. I thought it might make you more comfortable, and less embarrassed about letting your statements earlier slip." He shook his head and looked away. 

"And you dated her at one point?" Shlee asked in wonder. "I wonder what it would be like to have that many hands roaming your body at once. Dang it! I can't even have personal thoughts? How did you handle the honesty thing in your relationship?" 

Eldon chuckled again as she went all over the place with her statements. "It wasn't that bad, really," he told her. "Deep down, I'm an honest guy. Wasn't too bad, as long as I thought before I spoke. Her dad didn't like me much before he passed away, though." 

"Was her dad really a Paladonic Knight? How does that work, because she's obviously not human?" Shlee's eyes grew wide in wonder. 

"Emmet was a healer for the Knights," Eldon told her. "My dad knows the story better, but they became good friends after the Chaos war. Emmet actually helped back then, and that's when he got Mandy's mom pregnant. She's the last living elf. It was during a mission to the Pillar of Darkness's demesne." 

Shlee shuddered next to him. "I hate that place. My dad took me there once. I met a vampire, which was interesting, but werewolves and vampires don't normally get along. I like the light, but sometimes I go back to visit." She clamped her teeth shut, and Eldon wondered what she'd been about to say. 

He nodded to what she'd said, and they sat in silence for a bit. He noticed his girlfriend give him a smile, before turning and whispering something to Mandy. Mandy glanced at them, gave a small smile and nodded before replying. He didn't know whether to be worried about whatever they were gossiping about, or just thankful that he didn't have to hear it. Gloria winking at him didn't help him relax any. 

"So, what happened between you two?" Eldon glanced back to Shlee and saw her indicating Mandy. "I mean, if honesty wasn't an issue between you two, why did you separate?" 

Eldon felt himself stiffen, even as he clamped his mouth shut. If he didn't try to speak, he wouldn't have to say it. He couldn't say it. The experience was too horrific. 

"That bad, huh?" Shlee patted him on the shoulder. He flinched away from her touch and she jerked her hand away as though burned. He could see that his reaction hurt her, but he refused to speak. It was the only way he knew for certain would stop him from telling her the truth. 

"He still refuses to talk about it, huh?" Mandy stated as she walked over to them. "It was embarrassing, I'll admit, but it wasn't his fault." 

"Embarrassing?!" Eldon demanded before he could stop himself. Everyone in the car looked to him, and he clamped his hand over his mouth before anything else could slip out. 

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Shlee offered in a sympathetic tone. 

"I don't see why he doesn't," Mandy replied without any concern. "Gloria has already seen the whole thing in his mind, and his parents know." 

"I don't know either," Brock piped up, but no one looked at him. 

Eldon glared at Gloria. Of course she knew. She had access to all his thoughts. It never bothered him before. While dating Mandy, he had no problems having no secrets. Afterwards... 

"It wasn't your fault, Eldon," Mandy pressed. "It's high time you got over it." 

"Get over it?" he demanded, anger flaring up. "All those people dead because of what I did." 

"What we did," Mandy corrected him. "I'm not saying to forget about them, but it wasn't your fault. You couldn't control it, and it wasn't—" 

"We should have known better," Eldon interrupted her. "You should have told me that you were... you were..." he tried to stop his mouth from finishing that sentence, but it was impossible with Mandy right in front of him, "you were on the rag." 

"I'm confused," Shlee said and stood up. "I don't think I should be a part of this." 

"You asked," Mandy said with more than a little heat in her voice. "He may be hung up on it, but I'll tell you what happened." She took a deep breath and ignored Eldon shaking his head. "We were hiding from my dad in Gaia's capital city. He didn't like Eldon and me dating, but I enjoyed being with him, even despite his deformity, which he usually kept hidden from me. He was in the guise of a human, and we went into a hotel, deciding to have some fun. I thought I was past my period, and he went down on me. The next thing I knew, I was looking at my clone munching my own box." 

"That doesn't sound so bad," Shlee offered in a weak voice. "Even sounds kind of hot." 

"That's not the whole story," Eldon told her without looking away from Mandy. "When I changed into her, I also took on her ability. Normally, her ability is stuck to whatever room she's in. Sometimes it can be fun to walk down a street and see someone suddenly spout something they didn't mean to admit. Suddenly having two of us, or rather two of her, in the same room increased that ability exponentially. Remember how I said you don't have to say the whole truth, as long as you don't lie? That wasn't the case then." 

"So people in a larger area had to start telling the truth?" Brock joined the conversation. "I don't see what's wrong with that." 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 11



Brooke placed her hand on his thick arm and shook her head. From the look on Shlee's eyes, she was catching on to the problem. 

Mandy was the one to reply. "They didn't just have to speak the truth, and it wasn't just a slightly bigger area. The entire city suddenly had to tell every little dark secret it had. It wasn't a matter of just saying whatever was in their head at that moment. They told whoever was around them their darkest secrets. People grew furious with one another. Lovers admitted to infidelity. Theft was revealed. Enmity that'd been buried for centuries was reignited like a bonfire. Creatures attacked one another in anger and hatred. No one could control themselves." 

"I don't remember hearing about any of this," Brock said with confusion. 

"Gaia helped us bury the incident," Lyden told his son. "We were supposed to make sure they broke up afterwards, but they did that themselves." 

"We didn't break up," Mandy spat. "He dumped me. I loved him, and he walked away." 

Eldon couldn't have hurt worse from her words if she'd slapped him. After his conversation with Gloria earlier, Mandy's words struck directly to his heart. Now everyone knew his most painful memory, his biggest failing, his deepest, darkest secret. 

"I didn't have a choice," he told her. "I couldn't chance something like that happening again." 

"You can only say it because you believe it," Mandy sneered. "You could have chosen not to ever change into my form again. Only your first transformation is uncontrolled. It was your choice to leave me." 

Eldon had nothing to say in response. She was right, though he still felt like he didn't have a choice. He couldn't help but feel guilty for all those deaths. So many lives snuffed out because of his carelessness. He couldn't be sure if he'd lost control because he'd changed genders—something he never tested out—or because he couldn't control her powers. It was his first time becoming a woman, and it hadn't been comfortable. 

"I know it's none of my business, but I can't stop myself from telling you that you're an idiot, Eldon." Shlee's words tore at the wound in his heart and he turned away from her. "That wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for what other people did. You didn't make them carry those secrets. You didn't make them lie for years before that incident. It wasn't your fault, and you're an idiot for thinking it was for so long." 

"I may not have been responsible for the secrets they kept, but I am responsible for them spilling those secrets." He couldn't help the bitterness in his voice. "All those deaths because I couldn't keep my cock in my pants." 

"More like your tongue out of my pussy," Mandy replied, then grimaced. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Shlee's right, though. The whole thing was an accident. You can't blame yourself because of what other people did." 

Eldon wanted to believe them. He wanted to think that those deaths weren't on his hands. How much easier would his conscience rest if he wasn't to blame for what had happened? 

No matter how much he wanted to believe, he couldn't. They believed it, or they wouldn't be able to say it with Mandy in the car, but that didn't make it the truth. It was the one major flaw in Mandy's ability. If someone believed something, they could say it, even if it wasn't the truth. They just had to believe that their words were true. 

He was spared from talking further as the Orange Bubble stopped. 

A moment later, the side door opened and a skinny woman walked in. She was dressed in high heels, red fishnet stockings, a matching red miniskirt, and black halter top. 

"Sorry, ma'am," Lyden approached her, "I'm afraid you're in the wrong car." 

"No, Ambassador Snow, I am not," the woman said in a firm tone. Every ounce of this woman exuded sexuality, and her voice dripped with it. That is, until she turned to face the rest of the car. Her posture changed as she stood straighter, shoulders back, and a look of serious command appeared on her pretty face. Eldon saw that her eyes were a striking shade of green. Shoulder length dark brown hair framed a cherubic face. Her body thrummed with an energy that was almost palpable. Despite himself, Eldon felt his mouth start to drool. 

What was wrong with him? He had the world's hottest girlfriend next to him, and here he was drooling over a stranger. He knew she was no longer the jealous goddess she once was, but that was no reason to act like this. 

"Thanks, babe, but you're the best boyfriend I could hope for," Gloria whispered into his ear. "There's something not quite right about her, though. I can't hear her thoughts, and there is something I can't put my finger on. She's not a vampire or anything as far as I can tell, but she doesn't appear to be alive either." 

"I can't hear her heartbeat," Shlee whispered. 

Eldon realized the stranger was looking right at them. "You're right. I'm not human. What I am is classified. You can call me Sonia. I report directly to the President, and I am the agent you were sent to meet up with." Her tone was no-nonsense, and the withering look she gave Eldon helped his mouth dry up. She'd changed from a sex kitten into all business, somehow without changing her clothes. 

Eldon wished he had a weapon to hand. It wasn't that he mistrusted this woman, not exactly, but there was something about her that put his teeth on edge. She was brisk and treated him like scum. He didn't expect everyone to like him just because, but he'd never been treated like this by someone who didn't know him. 

"Sorry about the misunderstanding," Lyden spoke up, taking the woman's gaze from Eldon. "You just don't, um... excuse me, but you don't look like a typical Secret Service Agent." 

"I'm not," Sonia stated and didn't add any more. 

Eldon saw his dad grimace before putting on his political face. "Would you mind showing us some form of credentials? It never pays to not be careful." 

"Besides the fact that your magical car arrived to pick me up and let me come in?" Sonia asked. "You might want to answer your phone." 

Lyden's eyebrows drew together, but he pulled out his phone. It wasn't ringing. Eldon jumped as his phone went off. Everyone turned to him and Sonia frowned. 

"Umm, I'll just—" Eldon cut himself off as he looked at the caller ID. It was blocked. "Hello?" he asked after swiping his thumb across the screen to answer. 

"Hey handsome," a cheerful voice he instantly recognized said. "I heard you were healed and out of the hospital. I can't tell you how distraught I was after that crash." 

"How did you get my number?" Eldon couldn't stop the question before it exited his lips. 

"Gloria gave it to me. Besides, even if she hadn't I am the President of the United States. It's not like I couldn't just look it up." Martha had a point, and Eldon felt like a fool for even asking. He was tired of feeling the fool today, and had a terrible feeling it wouldn't be the last. 

Eldon glanced at his girlfriend who gave him a wicked grin. "I didn't think you'd mind." 

He couldn't help but return her grin. She was too beautiful to be upset with, anyway. 

"You still there?" Martha's voice sounded from the phone and he pressed it to his ear again. 

"Yeah, sorry. Um, now's not the best time." Glancing around the car, he saw everyone looking at him, most with unhappy expressions. Only Gloria was smiling. His father looked disappointed with him. 

"I know. Unfortunately, this wasn't a social call. Sonia reports directly to me. You can trust her without reservation." 

"It's Martha, er... The President." He told everyone, and the frowns disappeared. All except Sonia's calm demeanor. "She says that we can trust her." 

"Let me guess," Martha spoke again, "Sonia is being secretive? I shouldn't be surprised. It's in her programming. Tell you what, put your phone on speaker and hold it up." 

"Okay..." Eldon didn't understand what was going on, but did as he was told. 

Sonia glanced at the phone and grimaced anew. "I hate when she does this." 

A moment later, a series of high pitched whines and screeches emanated from his speaker. 

Shlee covered her sensitive years. "Jeez, that's worse than dial-up!" 

Sonia's eyes glazed over for a moment, and when the sound stopped, the agent smiled. Eldon took the phone off speaker and pressed it to his ear again. "There. That should loosen her up around you." 

"What did you do?" Eldon asked. 

"She tends to get a bit uptight about some things," Martha responded. "I just gave everyone in that car top secret clearance concerning her. She should be a little easier to deal with. Well, I'd better go. The Japanese ambassador is due here any minute, and we're going to discuss the Lydonese. Take care handsome." 

The phone clicked before he could think of anything to say. What was going on? 

"Well, it seems I'm to trust you with all my secrets." Sonia's voice took on that smoky quality again that made Eldon's pants tighten even more. As if his perma-hardon weren't bad enough. "As I mentioned before, my name is Sonia, which stands for Synthetic Operational Nocturnal Infiltration Android. I was originally designed as a sex-bot, but have received a few upgrades. My main duties are infiltration and espionage." 

"So, you're a true undercover spy?" Eldon had to ask. 

"Son!" Lyden snapped, and Eldon felt his cheeks heat in embarrassment. Why did he have to ask that out loud? Despite Gloria's assurance that his body could handle his extended erection, he was beginning to think his blood was a little too thin and not enough was reaching his brain. He really wasn't thinking too clearly. He wanted to blame Mandy's presence, but he was the one that opened his mouth. 

"It's all right, Ambassador Snow. I've heard much worse from some of those I work with. That certainly wasn't the first time I've heard that comment." Sonia said in a sweet voice. She turned to face Eldon again, and while her voice was still silky smooth, he sensed a solidity underneath it that meant business. "While my design might be that of a sex-bot, let me assure you that I don't just spread my legs for anyone." 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I don't know what I was thinking," Eldon apologized. 

"It's not your fault," she assured him. "When I'm relaxed, my synthetic body gives off strong pheromones. They affect everyone differently. Sometimes it helps when I'm working. Judging by the bulge in your pants, I understand where your comment came from." 

Ouch!! He knew he deserved that comment, but his boner wasn't his fault, or entirely due to her. 

"I'm afraid that that wasn't caused by you," Gloria came to his rescue. "It seems to be a side effect of his healing earlier today." 

"You mean something went wrong?" Lyden asked and clutched tighter at the golden statue. "Is he all right?" 

The fear in his father's voice tore at him, even while his cheeks burned hotter. "Don't worry about it, Dad." 

Lyden opened his mouth, but before he could ask anything, Shlee piped up. "What I want to know is what powers you? Are you nuclear, or battery powered? How strong is your processor? Are you using solid state memory, or the experimental crystal memory? I'm assuming you're using the latest artificial intelligence software, or are you programmed with something top secret by the government?" Everyone stopped and stared at the reporter. "What? I want to know. I promise not to report on any of it, but the geek in me is dying to know what makes her tick." 

"I don't think now is the time," Mandy said as she folded her four arms across her chest. "The Orange Bubble wants to know where we're heading. Where are Becky, Shelly, and Jessica being held?" 

"I wish there was time for a quick fuck. Eldon's cock looked good in that hospital." Shlee froze as she realized what she'd just said. She turned to glare at Mandy, then at Eldon, as though it were his fault. She turned and stomped away. Even as big as the interior of the car was, she couldn't go far, and with all the bodies inside, it was getting a bit cramped. 

Lyden got up and approached his son. Eldon wished he could turn and walk away, to find some corner to hide in, but knew it was hopeless. 

"Shlee caught you sleeping, huh?" Lyden shook his head about Shlee's lie earlier. Eldon couldn't tell if his dad was teasing him, or berating him. "I need to know what's going on with you, Son." 

Eldon glanced at the statue of Areth still clutched in his father's hands. She'd given up everything for him. He still felt guilty for it, and right at that moment didn't want to talk to his hero father. 

"I'm fine, Dad. Just trying to get used to things." He couldn't meet his father's eyes as he spoke. 

"And, um... down there?" 

Eldon didn't think it was possible to grow more embarrassed. His face was getting sore from being constantly red. He couldn't help the fact that he was still stiff, but having his dad point it out was mortifying. He wanted to say it was fine also, but knew he couldn't get the lie out with Mandy in the car. "I don't want to talk about it. You can rely on me to save my sister, Becky, and Jessica. That's what's most important right now." 

"It is important, but your health is important to me also. I love you Son, and if something is wrong..." he trailed off and took a step away, his eyes going wide. 

"What?" Eldon was torn between hoping his dad would drop the subject, and concerned about the look on Lyden's face. "What's wrong?" 

"You're glowing," Lyden said in an awed tone. "You're glowing golden. I've noticed it for a while, but it just got stronger." 

Eldon looked down at his body, but couldn't tell what his father was getting at. "No I'm not. I'm normal." 

"It's the same glow as Areth's" Gloria stated. "Only a bit brighter." 

Sonia looked him up and down and shook her head. "Your body is in perfect health. I don't see any glow, either. I can see between the ultraviolet to infrared frequencies, and your appearance is normal on all spectrums. You don't even show the standard amount of skin damage from exposure to sunlight I normally see in someone your age. I don't see a glow." 

"I don't see any glow, either," Shlee added. Eldon suspected she heard Sonia explaining her abilities, and decided to rejoin them. She really was a geek. 

"I see it," Brooke offered. 

"So do I," Brock stated. 

"Interesting," Mandy said and stroked her chin. "Some of us can see it, while others can't. It can't be a family trait, as Brooke and Gloria aren't related to you. Gender doesn't seem to play a role in it... And you say you don't see it?" 

"I look normal," Eldon said, wishing more and more he could find a hole and hide for the rest of his life in it. 

"No, you're definitely glowing," Gloria said. She started to look around him and shook her head. "Someone turn off the lights." 

The car must have been listening, as all light vanished inside the car. Curtains were closed over the windows, and Eldon couldn't see a thing. 

"I can barely see," Shlee commented, "and I have superior night vision. I still don't see a glow." 

"I can still see you clearly," Lyden said. Eldon thought he heard a smile in his dad's voice. 

"As can I," Gloria stated. "Notice how the glow doesn't reflect off anything else? I wonder... How bright is he to you, Mr. Snow?" 

"Call me Lyden," he responded. "Almost bright enough to hurt looking at in this dark." 

"Same here," Gloria stated. "Brock, Brooke? How about you?" 

"He's pretty bright, but not bad enough that it hurts my eyes," Brooke offered. 

"Really?" Brock stated. Eldon heard his mechanical legs moved him closer, but still couldn't see. "I can see him clearly, but I don't think he's that bright." 

Eldon wished he'd chosen a different phrasing to that statement. That wording made Eldon feel like an idiot. 

"Ouch!" Mandy cursed. "Watch where you're going!" 

"Sorry. It's so dark in here, all I can see is my brother." Brock apologized. 

The lights came back on, and Eldon had to squint in the sudden brilliance. They were all still staring at him. 

"I'm not a piece of meat," Eldon groused. "You can stop staring at me now." 

"At least we're not talking about your beautiful cock," Shlee laughed, then slapped her hand over her mouth. She stormed to the front of the car, stomping with each step. "I can't wait to get out of this car where my thoughts can be my own! You all are going to think I'm some cock crazed slut, when it's just been a few days since anyone has touched me like that. I—" She slapped her hands over her mouth again, and the rest was too muffled to hear. 

Eldon felt bad, but he was relieved that the attention was taken off him for a moment. 

"Any idea what's causing it? The glow, I mean," Brooke asked the car in general. 

Eldon saw Gloria give them all a look, and noticed her jaws clench. She didn't look happy, and that worried him more than anything else. 

"Whatever it is, I doubt it's harmful," Brooke replied to her own question. "Maybe it has something to do with how well we knew Areth before she healed you, Eldon. It might be some left over magic from that." 

Eldon hoped that was true, but a glance at Gloria ruined that thought. Gloria had known Areth, but not well, yet she claimed he had an intense glow. As far as he knew, Brock had known Areth a little, so that fit there. But Mandy had known Areth a little as well, and she hadn't said she could see a glow. 

"Maybe, something like that," Eldon said, though he doubted it. "Whether or not I glow, it's not the most important thing right now." 

"Unless some sniper sees you and decides you make an easy target," Lyden stated. 

Eldon met his dad's gray eyes for a moment as he felt his resolve firm. "If you think for one moment that I'm going to sit this fight out, you're wrong. The Knights have my sister, and there's not a chance in hell I'm going to let them get away with that." 

"No one is asking you to sit this out," Brooke stepped in and placed a hand on her husband's shoulder. "We're just concerned about going into battle without understanding what's going on." 

He understood that well enough. Nothing was more dangerous than going into battle with missing knowledge. It didn't mean he was willing to sit this out, however. 

"I can't be hurt, remember?" He said and couldn't stop himself from glancing at Areth's statue. "The second my body gets any damage, I heal back to perfect." 

"We don't know that for certain," Lyden cautioned. "It could be that there is a moment between the damage and your body healing. If that moment is large enough, you could die. We've almost lost you twice recently, as it is." 

Eldon thought back to when he'd punched the wall. His hand had hurt for a moment. Later, Gloria had slapped him, and that pain had lasted a bit longer. His father could be right. What would happen if his head were chopped off, or a bullet penetrated his brain? Could he survive that? 

It didn't matter. He had to save his sister. "I'm going," he said in a tone that left no argument. His father opened his mouth to reply, and Eldon just raised one eyebrow. It was a look he'd learned from his mother. She may act like a slave before him, but when she gave Lyden Snow that look, he listened. After a moment, Lyden nodded and walked over to the fountain. 

They spent the next several minutes hashing out their plan of attack with Sonia's help. She had the layout of the place they were preparing to infiltrate, and was able to pull up a holographic display. 

"We're about fifteen minutes away," Lyden said as he glanced out the window. "Does everyone know what they need to do?" 

"We've been over the plan numerous times, dear," Brooke said from her spot on the fountain. Brock was next to her in his mechanical legs. "I still think you need to stay back here. You're not..." Brooke looked ashamed for a moment before forcing the words out. "You're not the Generator anymore, and can't fight them. If you die, they win." 




The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 11



Lyden's face grew angry. Eldon had seen his father angry more today than any other time in his past. Losing Areth, and having his family kidnapped was taking its toll on his dad. It was taking a toll on all of them. 

"They have my daughter and one of my wives, not to mention Shelly's girlfriend," Lyden said with a voice full of anger, sorrow, rage, and determination. "They've gone too far this time. They will pay. I won't lose anyone else!" 

"I understand how you feel," Mandy spoke up. "But the world can't lose you, Mr. Snow. You're too important to the people of the Shadow World." 

"They can go to hell for all I care," Lyden spat. He walked over to the fountain near Brooke and picked up Areth's statue. Tears formed in his eyes as he spoke. "I won't lose anyone else. I lost Lisa years ago to them, and thought I'd bloodied their nose enough to teach them a lesson. Their actions recently have shown that they can't be taught. They are a cancer of hatred in the world. For too long, we have been content to let them grow, thinking they were ineffective. This last attack only means one thing. War. It is not a war I am willing to lose. I will not lose anyone else! No one! Am I clear?" 

The car was silent for a moment, before Eldon spoke up. "You won't dad. I'll make sure to bring them all home. I won't let you down. But that's no reason for you to join the fight. Stay here. Coordinate from here. Let us be your hands and eyes. You can't run the fight from the middle of it." 

"When the Outsiders threatened our existence, I didn't stay back then," Lyden faced his son. Eldon kept his father's gaze. "I went out and killed them. I fought. I won't stay behind this time, either." 

"That was different," Eldon held his ground. "You had your powers then. You don't now. I understand how you feel, Dad. They have my sister, my step-mom, and Jessica. If even one hair on their head is hurt, I'll destroy them all myself." 

"How will you do that?" Lyden demanded. "You can't change anymore. You're locked into that one form." 

That hurt him more than he would admit. At least his dad wasn't insisting on him staying behind this time. 

"Because I had a great man teach me the importance of fighting for the right reasons from the time I was a little kid," Eldon grinned. "Because I have trained for this my whole life. My form isn't what's important. What you helped teach me is." 

Eldon's words seemed to get through to his father, and he bowed his head. He cradled the statue in his hands and wept. "I won't lose anyone else, Son. You hear me? Don't you dare die out there. None of you can. I... I can't lose anyone else. I can't." 

Brooke folded him into her arms and held her husband. He noticed for the first time that his dad was getting old. Brooke looked like she was still in her mid-twenties, though she was much older. Next to her, Lyden looked ancient with the wrinkles around his eyes and the gray in his hair. 

Sonia turned to face the other agent. The man had remained silent almost the whole time, to the point where Eldon had forgotten he was in the car. "All of our forces are ready to move on your word, Commander. Just give the order." 

"As soon as this car stops, we move," Sonia responded, then turned to face the rest of the car. "The President has authorized full lethal force. We will act as the vanguard. Our main mission is to rescue the hostages. Once they're clear, a tactical missile strike will hit the base." She walked over to Lyden and handed him a screen. "Ambassador Snow, use this to see through my eyes. The President will also be watching. If you need to issue any commands, speak into it and we will hear. The rest of you, take these ear pieces. I know some of you prefer to use swords, but there will be a small team ready with pistols and rifles when we stop." 

"What kind of resistance can we expect?" Brooke asked as she hefted her two watery blue blades, checking their balance. 

"As long as we catch them by surprise, it'll be slight. The base is well fortified, and well manned. They shouldn't know we know where they are. We will get in as quiet as possible, and get out. If we're lucky, they won't know we were there until the missiles are striking," the tactical agent spoke up. 

"I still don't agree with wiping them out," Brooke stated. "We might be making martyrs out of them. I—" 

"Enough!" Lyden snapped. "I am done having my family targeted and kidnapped. The only reason I didn't retaliate against Varun when he kidnapped you last time is because the consequences of taking out a Pillar was too great. No one worth their spit will miss these bastards. They will pay, and everyone will know not to mess with my family. I understand your concerns, my love, but my mind is made up on this. Tonight, the Paladonic Knights will be destroyed." 

"The President is in agreement," Sonia said. 

"I agree they need to be stopped," Mandy spoke up, "but I'm glad my dad isn't here to see this." 

They were silent for a moment. Lyden was the first to break it. "He was a good man, Mandy, and I considered him a friend. We had our differences at first, but he proved to be a good person at heart. I was sorry when he passed away." 

"That's part of my point," Brooke spoke up. "Emmet was a good person, and he was once a Knight. How many good people are we going to kill tonight?" 

"Enough that no other good people will ever think of joining the Knights," Lyden spoke in a tone as hard as granite. 

The Orange Bubble stopped, ending any further arguments. The tactically clad agent opened the door and stepped out. A moment later, he waved the rest of them to follow. Only Lyden stayed behind. 

The night sky was filled with stars. They were in a wooded mountainous area, parked on the side of a hill. They wound their way through the trees, until they came across three men, all dressed in tactical gear. 

They were shown to a foam-lined crate, filled with various weaponry. 

"Grab what you need," Sonia's voice sounded in Eldon's earpiece, though he noticed her lips didn't move. Being an android, she could probably transmit her voice directly to them. 

Eldon saw everyone else move to the crate, and he followed suit. He noticed a wide array of weaponry. There was enough here to start a small revolution in a third world country. He grabbed a short sword, strapped it to his back, then picked up a pistol with its holster and placed it on his right hip. He rooted around and found some spare clips, then grabbed an assault rifle. 

He was weighed down with all the weaponry, but felt it was better to go in ready, than wish he had it when he needed it. 

"Just over this rise is their base," Sonia's voice sounded in his ear again. "If we're all ready, we can move out. I'll send the signal to launch the missiles as soon as we're clear with the hostages." 

"Be careful out there," Lyden's voice sounded next. "Bring them home safe." 

They all nodded. 

They all knew how to move in silence, except for Brock. There was no helping the sound of his mechanical legs as they moved through the forest. 

Eldon's first glance at the Paladonic Knight's fortress made him worry. It was surrounded by a wall that Sonia's information said was forty feet tall. Gun turrets were mounted every fifteen feet. There were two main entrances, one on each side, each manned by four guards carrying automatic rifles loaded with silver bullets. There was no way to get in or out without being seen by dozens of security cameras. 

This was the largest group Eldon had ever worked with, but it seemed tiny compared to what they were up against. Luckily, Sonia's intelligence showed a secret entrance used by the highest leadership when they didn't want their comings and goings noticed. 

They circled wide around the front gate, staying to the shadows. Their entrance was located near a rock outcropping, and disguised as a giant boulder. When Sonia pressed against it, it lifted with ease, revealing a ladder down into a dark hole. 

One by one, they dropped down in, except for Brock. His mechanical legs were too wide to fit in the hole, so he remained behind to guard their retreat along with the other agents. He held an automatic rifle in his hands as he hunkered down in his transportation. 

At the bottom of the ladder was a dimly lit tunnel leading in the direction of the base. Brook led the way, her blue blades out and glimmering with a soft light of their own. Eldon's heart hammered in his ears as he strained to hear any noise beyond their own breathing and soft footfalls. 

Brooke's gasp sounded loud in the silence as she stopped. "Something is very wrong," she said and held up her blades. They were still blue, but no longer glowing with their own light. 

"Who gave that command?" Sonia sounded angry in his ear a moment later. She glanced around at them with eyes wide. She claimed to be an android, but her look was filled with fear. Can an android feel fear? 

"You did, commander," came a response in his ear from one of the other agents outside. 

"Someone gave the command to launch the missiles. We've been compromised." Sonia's lips moved as she spoke this time, and there was no mistaking the fear in her voice. 

Before anyone could respond, the ground shuddered and dust filtered down from the ceiling. The missiles were already striking the ground, killing anyone above them.