The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... in my loins, but those cocksuckers need to pull their heads out of their ass and realize it was that fire thing that was trying to kill you.” I flinch inwardly at her expletives concerning the boys in blue. Personally I appreciate the cops. Until now I’ve never really been on their wrong side. “I know,” I respond to the crass woman, “but it’s not exactly as though they can question the thing, so I look like the guilty one.” “So . . . what are you telling me, Lyden?” she grows hesitant as she asks me. “I’m telling you that I may be away for awhile, and to keep your head up. You saved my tail, and I owe you. I don’t want you getting into trouble for it,” I warn her. “There’s a lot more I’d like to do with your tail,” she states solicitously, “but thanks for the heads up. You’re innocent, Lyden, and if the po-po come talk to me, I’ll tell them as much, too.” “Thanks Jennifer,” I say appreciatively. Hanging up, I hand the phone back to Angela. “You know,” the succubus states beside me, and I have a feeling I already know what she’s going to say, “we don’t have to rush straight back.” “If you’re going to propose sex,” I reply dryly, “I’m going to have to wonder why you aren’t already naked.” She veritably giggles as she throws herself at me. Her arms slip around my neck, and I feel her lips press against mine, her tongue diving between my teeth, demanding attention. “You’re insatiable,” I tell her happily when we break for air. After the mood I’d been in, this is just what I need ...

... to cheer me up. Of course, I could use the recharge as well. Looking into her deep blue eyes, I feel a little guilty for making out with the form of the officer that is likely in some hot water because of me, and probably married to boot. “Would you mind changing back to your original form?” I ask, wanting to make love to the true Angela. “Oh, Lyden,” She gushes, but shakes her head. “If I change from this form, we’ll lose the phone, and I don’t think you want to get someone else into trouble if I copy them. I know you need to call tomorrow, so you’ll just have to suffer through this pretty body I’ve copied.” “Well, it’ll be a hardship, but if I must, I must,” I tell her, smiling widely. I still feel guilty, but I must admit that the thought of making it with a cop is a bit of a turn on. In fact. . . . “Come on,” I tell her, standing and leading her to the bed in the back of my car. I fish in her pockets, until I can find the key to the cuffs still attached to my left wrist, and unlock it. I hold them up to her, and she smiles lustily at me. “I didn’t think you had that in you.” Something sparks the memory of her past, about being abused as a slave, and I hesitate. “Relax,” she coos lovingly at me. “That was a very long time ago. I know you love me, and have no intention of hurting me.” The trust I hear in her voice and see in her long lashed eyes warms me to the core. “I love you, Angela,” I whisper, pulling her body to me, while kissing her deeply. Her left leg slips around ...