The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... in response. I truly hope I don’t have occasion to use the cursed blade. He goes into his small shack, and returns a few moments later with a well-polished breastplate on, and a short sword on his hip. He looks at me self-consciously. “Don’t know why I kept these. Couldn’t part with them after the war, I guess. Too many memories.” “Lead on,” I tell him, not truly interested in his past. “Did you let your wife know we were going?” I’m not sure why I asked that, but it seems appropriate now. He gives me a calculating stare before answering. “You think if I had a wife, my daughter would act the way she does? No, my old lady died years ago.” He clams up, and doesn’t say another word the entire trip into town. I’m tempted to point out that I have no idea what his daughter is like, but decide the comment isn’t worth the time. The town, if it can be called that, is nothing more than a group of ramshackle buildings, huddling together for safety. Thomas stops in front of a building that stands bigger than the rest. On a pole is a wooden board with two images on it. The first is of someone sleeping in a bed, stylized ‘z’s floating over his head. The second image portrays the same man in bed, but this time there is a well-endowed woman riding him, a drink in her hand. “Your daughter was at a brothel?” I ask, wondering what type of woman we’re going to save. “It’s not what you think, young man,” he tells me irritably. “She just likes to visit.” Uh-huh, I think, but keep the thought to ...

... myself. “Listen, Stranger, me and the innkeeper kind of have a history, and it ain’t so great. You mind going in, and seeing what you can find out?” The way he says that, tells me he’s a bit embarrassed about whatever their past is. Walking through the door, I’m hit in the face with the scents of heavy drink and unwashed bodies. “What can I do you for, Traveler?” a solicitous voice says behind me. Spinning, ready for an attack, I have to consciously relax, when I see a woman in a low-cut blouse to emphasize her décolletage, and long curly blonde hair. From her demeanor, I know she’s no threat, despite what my blade tries to tell me. As with the young boy, I can’t seem to make out her face. I know this should bother me, but my head starts to hurt again, and I drop it for now. “I’ve got this one, Mara,” another voice pipes in, and this time I can see the woman’s face, though that’s not the most startling aspect to her. She’s wearing tight black leather, which matches the shade of her black hair perfectly. Stiletto shoes give her some added height, and in her right hand is a coiled whip. “Yes, Mistress,” Mara bows to the other woman, and scuttles away. “I’m just looking for the innkeeper,” I tell the other women, slightly afraid of her. She laughs almost wickedly before answering, “You’re in luck then, for you’ve found her.” She taps the coiled whip against her left hand as she ponders me. “You look like you can handle quite a bit.” Her brown eyes regard me hungrily, and I even ...