The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... face further into Brooke’s crotch. After a couple of pounding thrusts, Brooke loses her balance, and falls forward. With her usual agility, she rolls over, and to my surprise grips a couple handfuls of the succubus’s short blue hair, and pulls her back between her legs. This also pulls her off me, and I have to waddle forward to re-aim myself. I decide to go for her other hole, and relish the way her tight anus feels as it stretches around my sensitive tip. She wriggles her hips against me, allowing me to move deeper into her tight colon. Brooke catches my eyes, and I see her smiling dreamily at me. Her fingers are still tangled in Angela’s hair, holding her in place. She pulls back on the handful of hair, and sits up enough to kiss the other woman. I’m shocked at the change in Brooke, but I’ve verified that that she is free of possession. She truly is changing, and of her own free will. Or is it because of the constant joining of our souls? As I think about it, I realize that the succubus’s soul has been mixing with the mermaid’s as well. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that. Angela’s insistent booty shake makes me realize that I’d stopped moving. I return to slipping in and out of her tight sphincter, making her moan into the women’s shared kiss, until the succubus’s colon grips me powerfully as she cums, her love juices dripping out of her cunny. Brooke pulls away, but to my shock once more, I watch as she wriggles under the blue-haired punk, and a couple seconds ...

... later feel her tongue switch between my balls and Angela’s twat. The whole surreal experience is too much for me, and I let loose my load, deep into Angela’s rear. * * * The police station doors open on their own and I step through. My hands are sweaty, and I can feel my heart pounding as I walk up to the bulletproof glass. I’m not sure exactly why I’m so nervous, I can’t shake the feeling that things are about to go badly. Why did I have to insist on coming here alone? I shake my head to rid it of the paranoia gripping me. Nothing is wrong, they just have a few questions, I tell myself. Aldol thinks I’m dead. I’m safe. “Excuse me,” I say to get the police woman’s attention, “I—“ “Lyden Snow!” she exclaims as she looks at me. “Stay where you are, you’re under arrest!” A buzzer sounds, and within moments, police officers, weapons drawn and pointed at my chest, surround me. “Umm,” I state nervously, trying to swallow the growing lump in my throat, “I understand you wanted to talk to me?”  = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 17 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The Daughter of Respite How long are they going to keep me tied up in here, I wonder for the umpteenth time. My wrists are handcuffed to a bar on top of a table; the chain connecting the circlets runs around the bar. The metal chair I’m sitting on doesn’t add to my comfort. I’m not sure how many hours I’ve been in here, but my rear is getting sore. I hadn’t resisted when the gun-toting officers had ...