The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 30-34 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 30-34

... the air of my claws with fire to. . . . I send a series of thoughts to Angela, hoping she picks up on my idea. She gives me a dubious look. A moment later she turns back to her forces and barks out commands. Our forces of succubae, kobolds, and others that I can’t identify fall back right in front of me. For a moment, the Myrmidons that were fighting them mill around in confusion. Then they spot me. Howling with glee, they charge, some of them belching gouts of flame my way. TAKE COVER, I mentally command Jennifer and Jewkes. They stop shooting and immediately comply. They both yelp as I balance on my tail and two back legs, but hold on. I bring both of my paws up to my mouth as the wave of ant-creatures rushes me. I don’t know if this will work, but I have to try. My lungs fill with air. In my mind, I picture the solid air of my talons fueling my breath as I bellow my own flame. A massive cone of heat leaves my jaws. I can hear the front ranks laugh, thinking they’re immune, but a moment later they begin to scream. I have no doubt that under normal circumstance they wouldn’t be harmed by my breath, but when buttressed with Lysa’s weapons, it’s more than they can withstand. Even I can feel the heat of my own attack. If someone were to do this to me, I don’t think my immunity would be enough to protect me. When I run out of breath, nothing is left before me but molten, scorched black rock. I yip in glee as I drop back down to all fours and hear Jennifer groan behind me. “If I ...

... ever tell you to heat things up a bit, remind me of this moment,” Jennifer moans. Worried, I turn my long neck to look at her. Both my riders are singed and frazzled, their skin red and burned. I guess there was more heat than I realized. SORRY, I tell them, eliciting more groans as that single word penetrates their minds. “We’ll live,” Richard croaks. “Not for long if we don’t start fighting,” Jennifer grunts. I look up and see that the hole I’d created is starting to fill back in. The enemy is wary now, but still pressing the fight. “Does that girl ever stop?” I hear Richard mutter, referring to Jennifer’s exuberance. I start to draw in another breath, but from the way my head starts to swim; I know I don’t have the strength to push out another gout as powerful as the last one. I hear Jennifer and Richard open fire. Bullets impact the Myrmidons, but they shrug off the attacks. If only the bullets were made of air. Then they would cause explosions in their ranks like my claws had. I change my tongue to a human one to speak. “Lysa? Any chance you have any air bullets?” “No,” she replies. “Why?” I quickly explain what I’m thinking. “I can’t make enough bullets, but I could wrap each bullet as it’s shot. I’ll need a few seconds between each shot. Would that work?” “Only one way to find out,” I tell her. I turn to face the two using my tail as a rifle support. “Take careful aim and space out your shots.” “We heard,” Jennifer said. “And I never miss a shot!” She proves her point ...