The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 20-24 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 20-24

... from the evil covers. “Who are you?” I demand. Murasame’s hilt is suddenly in my grasp, and I hold the sheathed blade up, still trying to see in the dim light filtering through the curtains. A golden glow slow brightens from my bed, and I see the fully formed body of Areth on her hands and knees, looking curiously at me. The glow is coming from her. “Arethusa?” I ask, confused. “But how . . .?” I realize I’m still pointing my sheathed blade at her, and embarrassedly drop it. “Gee, you sure don’t wake up easy, do you?” the normally tiny woman asks of me, trying to hide a smile behind her hand. “And stop calling me Arethusa. I hate that name,” “How did you get so big?” I ask her, trying to hide my disgruntlement at being so terrified a moment before. “Is Marchosias back? Did he do this to you?” “The demon?” She quirks one light-colored eyebrow at me. “Why would he. . . . Oh! Silly mortal, I can do this on my own!” Silly mortal? Grr. . . . I’m a mortal? Does that mean she’s immortal? “Then why haven’t you done it on your own before now?” I demand, my ire rising. “Because there hasn’t been a reason to,” she states simply. “The way you were tossing around in your sleep, you almost crushed me twice. I figured it would be safer if I was this size.” She emphasizes her point by shrugging. Anger turns back into embarrassment at her statement. “Sorry,” I mutter as I get to my feet, and try to straighten the blankets some before getting back under them. Lying on my side, facing away from ...

... the still slightly glowing fairy, I try to get back to sleep. Her arm slips around me, and I can feel her breasts pressed against my back. Despite my mood, my cock also seems to notice. “Today really screwed you up, didn’t it?” she asks without preamble. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I tell her, trying to keep my voice calm. I thought I’d made that clear enough, earlier. “Well I do want to talk about it,” she huffs. “I know she means a lot to you, and you lost your father today as well.” “I said I don’t want to talk about it,” I repeat myself, my voice full of anger. Despite everything, I can feel tears begin to fill my eyes. Why did this have to happen? I honestly don’t know which is worse: having Angela leave me again, or knowing that I killed my own father. I’m still here with you, son , Shemhazau’s voice fills my mind. It’s not the same, I think. “On the other hand,” Areth continues talking as though I hadn’t, “The succubus is still alive, and you’re free of the cursed blade.” “I’m not free of it,” I yell back. “I killed my own father, and still have the damned thing with me, only now it’s filled with the voice of my father. I will never escape the guilt of what I’ve done!” the tears are flowing in earnest now. “And Angela left because I had no choice and killed the man she saw as her father. I can’t even tell you how messed up I feel about that!” “You’re alive,” she states then, as if that should make the whole world right again. Anger over flows through me as I roll ...