The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... think I might know her, but the feeling is fleeting and soon gone. Ondy reclaims her dagger, taking Randa’s sword and mount, and we continue on our way. “What’s the deal with my name?” I demand of Thomas as we plod down the road. “Why did she want to kill me?” “Listen,” he tells me earnestly, “you’ve been a great help to me, so I won’t judge you, but there’s a legend that states that a man by the name of Lyden Snow will come to our world and destroy it. I always thought it was an old wives’ tale, but now I’m not so sure.” He refuses to meet my eyes as he talks, and I can see that Ondy is trying to listen while appearing not to. She could use some more practice at that. “If you really are our destroyer, then the only thing I really ask is that you wait until I have my daughter back in my arms.” He snaps his reigns, pulling away from me, and I just sit there, stunned. Kill them, before they kill you! “Shutup,” I mutter out loud to the sword, not wanting to listen to its demands. I don’t want to destroy worlds. I just want to live. Is that too much to ask? Not long after that, we come to another town, this one not much bigger than the last, though it does boast a sheriff’s office. We tie our horses up just outside, and go in. Two deputies are sitting inside, both with faces, and I don’t know if I should be worried that they have faces, or relieved. Why can’t I think straight? One of the deputies is extremely short, with long light brown hair, and the other is a lithe woman with ...

... equally long blonde hair and blue eyes. “We’re looking for a lord that might have come through here recently,” Thomas begins. “He would have had a woman with him, and some guards.” “Ah, you must mean Lord Mark,” the short one says. “Yeah, they traded horses here late last night, and continued up to his castle.” “Why are you after him?” the blonde asks. “He stole my daughter, and I intend to get her back.” Thomas’s voice is firm and full of controlled anger. He now has a name and a target. “That’s a pretty serious charge,” the short one says. “What do you think, Leese? Should we check it out?” “Might as well, Becks. Nothing else is likely to happen, and I’ve been getting bored anyway.” Leese responds. “Now wait a minute,” Thomas argues back, “We didn’t ask for help, just directions.” The two deputies are already strapping on their swords. “If you plan to go up against Lord Mark, then you’re going to need all the help you can get,” Leese says calmly. Why are they so willing to help us? In the end, all five of us leave town, heading for the castle on the horizon. The edifice is quite imposing as we come up to it. Black stones make up the towers, topped with solid black flags. “Think the lord’s in a black mood?” I try to joke, lightening the atmosphere. My efforts fall flat. No guards stand at the portcullis, and nobody can be seen as we work our way down blackened hallways, dimly lit with torches. The entire place feels creepy, and abandoned, other than footprints visible in the ...