The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 5-9 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 5-9

... torso up to start working on the knots around her ankles. “What was it, Lumpy?” Lanny calls out in time to muffle Angela’s drop to the ground. She waits in silence for a moment, then, “Lumpy?” “Go check it out,” Lorrey commands Lanny, and takes the poking-stick from the slightly smaller orc. I watch in dreadful silence, as Angela creeps up behind the lead orc certain that at any moment the beast is going to turn and club her. She makes it to just behind the monster, when he starts sniffing the air, and then suddenly turns, swinging at the succubus. She blurs, and somehow gets out of the way of the glowing poker, before jumping onto Lorrey’s back, and wrapping both arms around the creature’s neck. “Gerr off me!” the thing yells while trying to get Angela off it’s back. Her arms barely make it around the monster’s neck, and I wonder if she’s even doing any good. With the noise the two are making, I’m afraid that the other two orcs are going to return at any moment. I wish I could help, instead of hanging here useless. Wait, maybe I can. In my mind’s eye, I conjure the image of an Amazon goddess. Very tall, bronze colored skin, golden hair flowing, a leopard’s pelt her only clothing, and large arms, big enough to crush an orc’s neck. Now this would be a wild fantasy, I think. Opening my eyes and looking back to the two struggling supernatural creatures, I see a different woman now, finishing off the large orc. It only takes a couple more seconds, before I hear a very audible ...

... ‘POP’, and the thing’s head rolls into the fire. Maybe I made her arms too strong. Angela, still in Amazon form, easily strolls over to me, and smiles at me through the gore covering her body. “This a fantasy of yours, huh?” she asks. She is easily tall enough to reach the bindings at my hands now. “It is now,” I tell her, glad to be safe. “Wait, what about the other two?” Just then we can hear footsteps approaching the entrance to the cave. Angela crouches, ready to defend us, and with my hands now free, I lift my torso enough to start working on the ties around my feet. I land with a whump, forcing all the air from my lungs. I’m not as nimble as Angela is. I turn just in time to see a new creature enter the fray. It’s not who I expect to see. “Brooke?” I yell out and am surprised to see her in pale-blue scale mail armor, and a wicked looking wavy sword covered in ichor in her hands. An odd long skirt, made of the same material as her torso armor, shimmers blue in the firelight, but seems to flow around her legs like water, widening towards the bottom. “Stay back, Lyden,” Angela shouts, pulling me up and behind her with ease, before crouching down, ready to attack. “She’s here to kill you.” If ever I’ve heard anything more absurd, I don’t remember it. Brooke has always looked after me. Honestly, I don’t know if the gentle woman could even hurt a fly. . . . Of course, she is carrying a dangerous looking sword covered in blood. “Brooke won’t hurt me,” I try to say a lot more ...