The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... camper instead of by the fire with her father, mother, and brother, was because she had gone in to grab a soda. She’d heard the howls, followed by her mother’s scream, suddenly cut short. Terrified, she’d hidden under the table/bunk. Even when the howls of feasting had turned to yelps of alarm, she refused to come out, ignoring her father’s pleas to run in her terror. It wasn’t until a gore spattered older woman entered with an equally gore covered sword in hand, and she involuntarily gasped in fright, that she truly became afraid, voiding her bladder. The older woman spun to face her, brandishing a shiny sword, and staring down at the girl. She had been kind, checking over Miranda and making sure she hadn’t been hurt. A blindfold was placed over her eyes before they carried her out of there, but it was already too late. The violence of the scene was already imprinted indelibly in her memory. It wasn’t until many years later that she found out her brother’s body was never found. If I wasn’t already sitting, my legs would have given way beneath me. I feel even weaker than I had been before the police took me into custody. I understand this plain looking woman a lot more than I had just a few moments before. No wonder she hates me so much, hates all creatures that aren’t one-hundred percent human. Before I have the chance to say anything, she turns and walks from the room. Dejected and full of despair, I drop my head to my arms and try not to think about my fate. The door ...

... opens a few seconds later, and I refuse to look up. I won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing how I truly feel right now. She grabs my right wrist, and I can feel her playing with the lock on my restraints. Maybe if I time it right, I’ll be able to disarm her and fight my way out. As soon as my hand is free, I stand in a rush, throwing the last bit of my energy into grabbing her throat and throwing her back. I see that it isn’t Miranda, but a young female cop instead. She hits the back wall, as I pull the cuff still attached to my left wrist away from the bar and head over to the downed officer to grab her gun. “Lyden,” the cop gasps, making me freeze, “it’s me, Angela.” “Angela?” I ask, stunned. Looking closer at her, I can see that she’s quite attractive. I’ve never seen her as a cop before, and wonder who was having a cop fantasy to help her come in here disguised like this. Her blonde hair is disheveled from my attack, parts of it sticking out of the bun in the back of her head. She looks up at me, and I can see that her rich blue eyes are framed by long lashes. There is no mistaking the look of love behind those eyes though, and I know it’s her. Terrible guilt for attacking her seethes through me, but how was I supposed to know it was her? “I’m so sorry, I had no idea it was you!” I gasp, bending over, and trying to help her up. “Never mind that now,” she groans as I help her back to her feet. “Damn, those lessons with Lisa have really helped you out.” She shakes her head ...