The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 5-9 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 5-9

... entirely true, but close enough for now. “And Angela, Brooke has been my friend since she saved my life when my parents died. If she’d wanted me dead, there‘ve been plenty of opportunities to do so.” Something lands at my feet, and I look down to see my clothes. “Well, you might as well cover up that bat between your legs, then,” Brooke says to me, not quite smiling. In all of the commotion, I had completely forgotten that I’m still naked. I feel my cheeks burning, as I rush to put on my clothes, but I warily watch both women as I do so. This is the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of Brooke. The armored woman sheaths her sword, but still looks like she’s ready to do battle at any moment. “So, you think he’s becoming an incubus?” she asks Angela. “No. Something’s not right about that,” the succubus replies, and I realize that an incubus must be a male version of a succubus. Apparently the orcs didn’t know that either. “So you were there when his parents died, huh?” I immediately know what she’s getting at, and feel my anger rising again. “Stop it,” I repeat myself. “Brooke had nothing to do with my parent’s death. She found me two days afterwards.” Angela nods, but whether in acceptance or something else, I’m not sure. “Are you going to stop us from going?” she asks instead. “Is this what you want, Lyden?” the redhead turns to ask me. “There must be other ways to find the answers you want.” For some reason I can see worry, hurt, and pain in her green eyes, and I want ...

... to comfort her, but the blue armor and the knowledge that she’s some kind of supernatural assassin stops me. “I need to know, and I trust Angela,” I tell her. “But she’s a succubus,” Brooke shoots back. When I don’t comment, she says, “I’ll escort you to the dragon’s borders, but I can’t go beyond that.” “You’re not invited,” Angela states, and I turn to give her a look. “She’s an assassin,” she says in her defense. I’m no more moved by her argument than I had been about Brooke’s, and she drops her head in submission. “Fine, but I’m keeping an eye on her.” “Good,” I say, as I finally finish getting dressed. “Both of you can keep an eye on the other, and I’ll feel that much safer.” I meant it as a joke, but as the words leave my mouth I realize it was a very poor one, by the pain I see in both sets of eyes. Angela finds a large stick that’ll work as a club and somehow finds a leather thong to tie it to her skimpy leopard skin outfit. I try to find something I can use as a weapon too, but other than a half gnawed bone, I see nothing. Silence is our only other companion as we exit the cave, and see the peak where TanaVesta resides off in the distance. After a while I get sick of the thick silence, and decide to break it with a few questions. “Brooke, what did you mean by saying that TanaVesta was one of the pillars of this world?” My long-time friend glances at me, then to Angela, before reluctantly saying, “I’m not surprised she hasn’t told you more of this place.” I shoot her ...