The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... “Yeah,” Lisa says as the older woman nods. “Basically, if we don’t find a way to stop that light monster, we’re fucked.” I flinch at her terminology, but that pretty well sums it up. The rest of the drive is spent trying to come up with a plan to stop the light creature. The only thing we can all agree on is that we need to warn the other Pillars. I use Lisa’s phone to check my voicemail, and groan as I listen to the messages. The police want to talk to me again, and aren’t very happy I’m not returning their calls. Sheila lance also left a few mixed messages. The first one, she chews me out and fires me. The second she calls up to make sure I’m okay, and the last message makes me wonder if she’s bipolar, as she simultaneously demands I call her back, and tells me my vacation is over, and I need to be back to work on Monday morning. “AnnaBelle,” I call to the older woman, “I’ve got three messages from Sheila. Have you called her yet?” She looks at me, her eyes sunken slightly, and I truly feel bad for her. The mature woman’s entire life had been built on a foundation of faith that had always seemed rock solid, but after the events underwater, her foundation is crumbling. “I called in before we left, and told her that I had a sick friend I needed to take care of,” AnnaBelle informs me. “I didn’t know how long we would be gone.” At first I’m shocked that she would lie like that, until I realize that it wasn’t so much of a lie after all, just not the whole truth. At least I ...

... haven’t lost the woman her job. The sun is just setting when we pull into Lisa and Becky’s driveway. Annabelle’s SUV is there, driven here by Becky, and she gives quiet goodbyes, before driving away in her large vehicle. I really hope she’s going to be okay. Becky isn’t home, but Lisa sends her a text, and the short woman arrives within a few minutes. She hugs Lisa furiously, before turning and pulling me into a tight hug, her head resting against my sternum. “I was so worried about all of you,” she exclaims, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. Then she seems to notice the other women, and blushes prettily. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I guess I didn’t notice you.” “Becky,” I start, placing my hand between her shoulder blades, “this is Angela, you already know her.” “The succubus? But I thought she was a . . . well, a punk girl,” she states, confused. Angela laughs easily, and as she walks forward, her body shortens along with her hair, the hair changing from blonde to blue, and her makeup changing as well. “Would you quit doing that!” the succubus exclaims, though she ruins it by laughing. “As you can see, I can take the form of whatever Lyden wants.” “Whatever. . .?” Becky’s eyes turn to me, and I wish Angela hadn’t worded it that way. “Should I dye my hair too, Lyden?” “Umm, no. I like you the way you are,” I tell her, before sending another image at Angela. “This is what she looked like when she was still human.” This time Angela doesn’t laugh, but instead glares at me. What did I do? ...