The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... people that I don’t see here. Angela and Arethusa?” The question comes off as off-handed, but something tells me it is anything but. I mentally curse myself for mentioning them in my anger, but I don’t intend to tell him anything more than I have to. There’s something about him that rubs me wrong, and despite his easy attitude, I don’t trust him. At least Lisa and Becky aren’t swooning over him like last time. A quick glance at Brooke and Ondine show that they’re slightly wary as well, and I realize they haven’t spoken since I got here. “Oh, Angela is shopping I think, and Areth is—“ Lisa pipes up, answering before I can stop her, but I’m able to cut her off. “Areth is on an errand for me,” I complete Lisa’s sentence, not giving away anything. Reverend Chilton frowns at my statement, and for some reason I get the feeling he just became very angry. “So, she, or rather they aren’t with you right now?” His voice is calm, but I get the impression he is more interested in Areth than Angela. Something nags the back of my mind about that, but as usual, I can’t seem to figure out what while in the moment. “They’re free spirits,” I tell him. “I don’t control their movements.” “Free spirit?” White hot rage enters his tone, and I can almost feel heat pouring forth from his nearly blazing eyes. All pretense of calm is lost as he glares at me, walking over and standing above me. “ How ?! How can she be a free spirit?” Something seems to click into place, but before I can finish putting ...

... two and two together, the door opens up, and Areth flutters in. “Lyden, I talked with Gaia,” she starts, ignorant of the mood in the room. “She said she would like to talk to you, and will send someone to escort us safely to her in about a month.” She stops as she finally realizes something isn’t right, and I see the color drain from her golden tinged face as she stares at Reverend Michael Chilton. Her wings give out, and she plummets to the floor, landing in a heap. She stares horror struck at the religious man, and it takes her a few seconds before she can find her voice. “Marchosias. . . .” The name is barely above a whisper, but in the silence of the room, it’s heard easily. “No!” Areth apparently finds some reserve of strength as she gets up, and flees towards the door. Reverend Chilton is faster however, as his body blurs and a winged wolf with a serpent for a tail catches the fairy’s legs in his yellowish teeth. The demon shakes his head, flinging the hapless fairy back at me, her golden form striking me in the chest before she lands in my lap. I stare in terror at the wolf shaped demon as he glares at me. His eyes are still brown, and his tail hisses at us. “It would seem that I underestimated you, generator. A mistake I won’t make twice.” The wolf shakes his head, sending ripples through his fur and flapping his wings. “I don’t dare kill you because of the prophecy, but I dearly want to. What should I do with you?” “L-let us go, and pretend this never happened?” I ...