The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 30-34 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 30-34

... something really perverted? You’re really bad at doing perverted things, sometimes.” I know where she’s coming from, but why does she have to be so loud about it? I see the elf and knight blushing furiously, and I hope no one is looking their way. “Only two tokens left, young generator,” Gaia says, coming up out of the floor. Alloria rushes to the Earth Mother, and gives her a fierce hug. Gaia pats her head, but her eyes are on Emmet. There is no doubt she knows what happened, and that she’s not happy about it. When the elf pulls away, Gaia faces me, and I can see that some of the strain is gone from her eyes. Is that because of the energy I gave her earlier, or because my daughter and Angela are getting a grasp on their powers? “I believe those two may be your easiest ones yet, though I’m a bit worried.” My heart sinks as I hear those words. “Why? What’s wrong?” I demand. “Hear her out,” Becky says. I turn to look at her. “Angela already sent over a token of her power,” Gaia states, holding up a small golden phoenix, “but there has been no word from the new Pillar of Air.” “Lysa?” I ask, barely aware of Brooke’s fingers entwining in mine. “But you would know if something happened to her, right?” Mother Earth grimaces, and I see a different weariness enter her eyes. “I can only see what happens on the ground. Air’s demesne has very little ground in it, and I haven’t been able to see your daughter since she left.” “But wouldn’t you be under greater strain if she was. . . .” ...

... Brooke cuts off, looking worriedly at me. I know what she was going to say anyway. If she was killed. “She’s not dead,” Gaia reassures us. “And I can feel her taking charge of her powers. She hasn’t responded to any of my emissaries, however.” “That’s because I’ve been busy procuring these,” my daughter’s voice, so like her mother’s sweet tones, breaks the air. We all spin at once, as a slow breeze enters the room. Dirty-blonde hair billows as a thin woman in flowing robes floats in just as we’d been talking about her. “Lysa!” I exclaim, rushing to her. “Stop!” she commands, and suddenly I’m bowled over backwards by a powerful blast of air. “Crap, sorry!” she cries, as I try to get the room to quit spinning around me. “I’m still trying to get used to my power.” “Wow, Lyden, that’s your daughter alright,” Jennifer crows as she laughs. “She even avoids swearing like you do!” “Do that again!” Areth cries right afterwards. “That was fun, watching the dolt get blown around.” Finally I’m able to get my vision straightened out, and see what I should have seen before. In Lysa’s arms are a bunch of sword hilts, but there are no blades. “What are those?” Jewkes asks, pointing to the hilts. Lysa beams, and there is no mistaking her as Lisa’s daughter with that smile. “I had these swords made. The blades are made out of air, and there is nothing sharper.” She sets the items on the ground, and I can see that the invisible blades gouge the solid rock of the floor. Before I have a chance to ...