The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... to clear it while rubbing her throat, and then looks fearfully at me. “We need to get you out of here now! There’s a DOR out there, and they aren’t known for being friendly with anyone with ties to my world.” It takes me a moment to realize she was pronouncing the initials for Daughters of Respite, and not saying that there’s a door that won’t open for us. “Yeah, I met her,” I grumble. “I don’t think she likes me very much, and I’m usually so good with women.” Angela’s smile dazzles across her face, and I feel myself warmed by it. It only lasts for a moment before she looks at my wrist and frowns. “We need to get you out of here before she returns. Those women are dangerous.” I get anxious when the succubus locks the handcuff loosely behind my back, but know that we need to keep up some kind of appearance to make it out of here. If only I could go invisible like her. She walks me out in front of her and down a long hallway. We enter the office area and I wait for someone to yell out that we aren’t supposed to be out here. The trouble comes from a different angle. “Officer Jenkins, what’re you doing out here? I thought I just saw you in the break room.” Angela curses softly behind me, and I comprehend that she’d taken the image of another officer in this precinct. By the tone of this officer, I suspect he’d been the one fantasizing about Officer Jenkins. “I just need to run him out real quick,” Angela says behind me, keeping her calm. “I’ll be back in a second. There was ...

... something I wanted to talk to you about anyway.” Her voice becomes a little solicitous at the end, and I find myself growing irrationally jealous. I know she’s just pretending, but it still galls me to hear a woman I love act like that for someone else. Yeah, I know, double standards. The women I’m with are okay with me being with other women, but I have an issue with them even fake flirting. At least I’m not trying to rule every second of their lives. “What do you mean?” an identical voice to Angela’s current one states, but this one coming from the other side of the male cop. “Shit!” I hear the succubus curse under her breath. “Hurry,” she adds, prodding me to go faster ahead of her. “What the fuck?” someone else exclaims. “I didn’t know you had a twin, Jenkins.” “I don’t,” the real Jenkins says, her tone confused. “What’s she doing?” “Run!” Angela yells, and I slip my hand out of the loose right cuff, and follow her advice. “Stop them!” I hear Miranda yell behind us and double my speed. “Shoot them, dammit! Don’t let them get away!” No gunshots sound off, however, and we reach a door that is magnetically locked. Angela pulls out an ID card with the real Officer Jenkins’s image on it, flashing it across the sensor, and opening the door. The Orange Bubble is waiting just outside, running and with the doors open. We waste no time jumping into it, before commanding the Orange Bubble to get moving. I rush to the back of my car, looking out the large window. Through the distortion of ...