The Succubae Seduction Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction Chapter 4

... indicating the two slumbering women. “Oh, they should keep until we get back,” she says off handedly. “And if we’re gone for days instead of hours?” I press. “Hmm, leave them a note then.” I do as told and cover them with a blanket before going to walk out the door. That’s when I realize I’m still stark naked. “Oh, for crying out loud, clothe yourself.” I turn to walk back in, but she stops me. “Try getting dressed mentally. Just think about the outfit you want to wear, and then think yourself into it.” She blinks, and suddenly, her jogging outfit changes color, demonstrating her advice. If I weren’t color-blind, I’d be able to identify what color it’d changed to. Something dark, but I can’t tell if it’s brown, green, tan, or something in-between. Concentrating, I try to picture myself in a comfortable shirt and denim shorts. When I have the image in my mind, I try to apply it to myself. . . . And wake up on the floor. “Are you okay?” Angela asks worriedly. I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings. Looking at my body, I can see that I’m dressed, but apparently it took a lot out of me. “Maybe I shouldn’t try that again,” I say, and I’m glad that at least my voice is steady. “Yeah,” Angela says as she helps me to my feet. My legs are still a bit wobbly, but I manage to keep them under me. “I guess you don’t have all the same abilities as me, or are at least quite a bit weaker. Do you want to fuck and rebuild your strength?” I think about it for a moment, but I really ...

... want to know what’s going on too. “Maybe later, if I need it. I think I’ll be fine for now.” My stomach growls, giving away the lie, and I quickly snatch a cold slice of pizza from the fridge, scarfing it down. We walk out together, only to be confronted by Brooke again. “Oh! Lyden,” she says as we’re both not expecting to see the other. Then she blinks at Angela, and I wonder what’s going through her mind. She’d seen me go into my apartment with two girls, and come out with a different one. “And this is . . . ?” I open my mouth to speak, but the succubus cuts me off. “I’m his girlfriend, Angela,” she holds her hand out to my friend, and I just stand there, unsure what to say. Brooke stares at the hand, then back up to me. “Lyden, can I talk to you for a moment?” She looks to Angela and pointedly adds, “Alone.” I can see worry in my friend’s eyes, and I wonder what has her so concerned. “We’re kind of in a hurry,” Angela says, and tugs me down the hallway towards the elevator. “We’ll talk when I get back,” I yell over my shoulder at Brooke, as we turn a corner and find an open and waiting elevator. Well that’s convenient. As soon as the doors are closed, Angela turns to me, and pushes me against the wall, her forearm against my collarbone. I’m still a little weak from the clothing debacle, and have no strength to resist her. “What do you know about that woman,” she asks me fiercely, and I just stare back at her in uncomprehending confusion. “I, she’s, um, but, she’s a friend,” I ...