The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... and gets back up on her own. “You tricked me,” she complains. Thomas laughs heartily, before replying. “In a fight for your life, never assume you know your opponent. They just might surprise you.” “But we weren’t fighting for our lives. It was just a little sparring,” she defends herself. Thomas scowls at her, and his tone grows deadly serious. “Every fight is a fight for your life. Don’t forget that.” He sucks in a deep breath, and continues in a more moderate tone, “You’re welcome to come with us; I guess we could use your help. You know how to fight, but you also have a lot to learn.” Thomas turns north, and I fall into step next to him. A couple seconds later, Ondy comes running back up to us. “Will you teach me?” she asks Thomas, and he only grunts in assent. “I don’t have a weapon.” She says next, and without looking, the old man produces a dagger from nowhere, and hands it to her. This man is more dangerous than I’d originally given him credit for. The woman slips the dagger into a sash around her hip, and we walk for a ways in silence. Ondy proves her worth, as she finds tracks on the edge of town, heading north. Straight into a forbidding looking forest. Yay. “We should go around,” Ondy states, but Thomas shakes his head. “My daughter’s in there, and I’m going to get her back.” His tone is so adamant, that I decide not to argue. “I know these woods,” Ondy declares unhappily. “If we run into any problems, let me do the talking.” Keeping one hand on the hilt of ...

... Muramasa, and both eyes open, I follow Thomas and Ondy into the dark forest. The first sign of trouble comes from Ondy, as she yelps, and jumps back, brandishing her dagger. A shadowy form steps out onto the path, their features obscured by the gloom of the area. I can tell that this person at least has a face. “Leave your weapons and all your money and we’ll let you leave with your lives.” A slight breeze blows through, and a shaft of light pierces the branches, giving me a quick look at her face. Short brown hair and a blue eye. Her left eye is covered by an eye patch, and I have just enough time to make out a crossbow in her hands, before the light is blocked again. She also has the biggest knockers I’ve ever seen on a woman, her bodice is cut low to take full advantage of her incredible cleavage. “I’m just trying to find my daughter,” Thomas yells to the woman, ignoring Ondy’s indignant hiss at not being allowed to talk first. “Did you see her come by here? Some men took her.” The woman laughs throatily before answering. “You mean that little slip of a thing riding in that lordly man’s lap? Didn’t look to me like she wanted rescuing.” She laughs again, and there’s a coldness to it this time. “Of course, she was also out cold, but the man’s hands were all over her.” “You bitch,” the farmer screams, drawing his sword and charging the woman. She lazily lifts her crossbow, and I barely have time to shout a warning before she fires the quarrel at him. A loud clang resounds through ...