The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... feel her hand at my waist. Gripping her wrist, I pull it away, before she can draw Muramasa. “You don’t want to do that,” I growl at her, looking down into a young face framed by brown hair. Two blue eyes refuse to meet mine. “Help!” the girl screams. “Rape!” “Ha, ha,” a faceless male patron behind me scoffs at her. “We already know his worth. And the rest of us know your thieving ways, Ondy. It’s about time someone caught you.” Without releasing her wrist, I drag her out of the brothel. “Did she tell you?” the older farmer asks as I walk out, ignoring the struggling girl in my grasp. “I heard some yelling in there. Did you have to get rough?” I chuckle lightly as I answer him, “You could say that. It was definitely some lord, and he took your daughter north.” “Who’s this?” he asks, finally noticing the girl. “A little thief,” I tell the farmer. “What should we do with her?” “We can’t take her with us,” the man says, but I see he is eyeing the younger woman. “It’ll be too dangerous.” “I can fight!” the girl states, twisting her arm just right, and escaping my grip. “Let me help you. It’s the least I can do to make up for trying to rob you.” I look doubtfully at her, but she had escaped my grip. “You can fight?” the farmer echoes my thoughts. “I can!” she exclaims indignantly. “Let me borrow your sword,” she says, turning to me, “and I’ll show you.” I grip the hilt of Muramasa protectively as I glare at her. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, girl.” I turn to Thomas, but ...

... he already knows what I’m going to ask, and nods. “Test your skills bare handed against him,” I tell the thief. “But he has a. . . .” she trails off as Thomas removes the sword from his hip and hands it to me. She barely even waits for him to let go, before springing her attack. I can tell right away that she has speed on her side, as the veteran farmer barely blocks her fist. She aims a kick for his hip, but he scoots back, and her foot passes harmlessly by. With her now off-balance, Thomas takes advantage, and delivers a quick open-handed blow to her back. Ondy stumbles forward, but recovers quickly and with grace. This time she’s wary as she faces her opponent, trying to get a better grasp of his skills. The two trade precise blows, blocking and dodging as necessary, while gauging each other’s capabilities. Where did the old man learn to fight like that, I wonder, and then remember that he’d been in some war. Still, it doesn’t seem to sit right that he’s this good. I see him slowing, and she notices it too. With a triumphant yell, she dodges around a weakened jab, and goes in for the final strike. Thomas nearly blurs, and before I know it, Ondy yelps and is on her back. Thomas is sitting on her stomach, her arms held against her sides by the older man’s legs. “Yield,” Ondy cries out, seeing the game is lost. The older farmer gets up, and I hand his sword back to him. “You’re fast, girl, but you’re also impatient.” He reaches down, and offers her a hand up. She disdains it, ...