The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... bag full of coins. We’ve won our freedom, so why am I still so sad? “We’d better get moving,” Thomas states, shaking my shoulders and reminding me that we’re not out of the woods yet. Penny of the Large Pennies is dead, but her bandit crew could still be lurking in the trees. “But your cheek,” Ondy states. “You’re injured!” The old farmer wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, smearing blood across it, but also showing that it’s nothing more than a scratch. Thomas complains that his new sword isn’t as good as his old one, making sure that anyone around can hear how knowledgeable he is about such weapons, until we see the edge of the tree line. Even after we get out of the forest, we continue walking, well after the sun has gone down.  = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 19 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A Land of Fantasy: Part 2 “Wake up,” Ondy whispers to me urgently, and I crack my eyes open. The sun is just rising on the horizon, and I can hear what sounds like a wagon creaking our way. “Who is it?” I ask, suddenly wary. “Looks like some traders,” Thomas says without trying to hide his voice. He’s walking from the direction the sound of the wagon is coming from. “How many?” I ask, concerned. Lately it seems if it’s not one thing, it’s another. “Two women, and a couple of caravan guards,” he says easily, then eyes me sharply. “Listen, I don’t care what your name really is, but I don’t recommend you tell anyone else it’s Lyden Snow.” “Why not?” ...

... I ask, but the wagon shows up, and I realize I’ll have to get my answer later. “Ho!” Thomas yells to the traders, holding his hands out to show he means no harm. The two guards, riding on some fine looking horses, approach the farmer, and glare down at him. Well, glare as much as two faceless men can. “Oh, stop it you two. If you scare away our customers, we’ll never make any money on this trip,” one of the women says. “And the first brigand that puts a knife in your ribs, will take any earnings you make,” the guard on the left states. A slightly chubby woman gets down off her wagon, and approaches us. “That’s why we hired you. To protect us!” she states, not seeing the paradox in her words. “The name’s Deb, and my partner over there is Anny. Any chance we could talk you into buying a plate or some brandy?” “How much for the horses?” Thomas asks, glancing at the fine steeds. “They’re not for sale,” the guard that’s been doing most of the talking states angrily. Thomas grabs the pouch of coins we’d taken off the bandit leader, and pulls a small golden disk out. “That’s a shame, because that’s all we need right now.” Deb licks her lips as she looks at the golden coin, then to the bulk of the obviously full pouch. “Oh, give over! Anything’s for sale, if the price is right.” “Greed will be your undoing, sister,” Anny states from her perch on the wagon. “And that pious attitude will be yours, sister,” Deb replies in a manner that lets me know they’ve spoken these words often to ...