The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... torn from her face. “Lyden,” she gasps as she collapses, still a good twenty feet away, “we have a problem.” = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 11 Resurrections. My legs are moving even before what I’m seeing fully sinks in. The twenty or so feet between Becky, Lisa, AnnaBelle, and I blurs as I super speed to the injured Angela’s side. “Angela, what happened?” I cry out, as I bend down to pick her up. Blood trickles from torn flesh at her eyebrow and nose. Why did I have to add that jewelry to her image last time? A small part of my mind ponders while my eyes rove her wounded body. Her eyes are closed, and I realize that it must have taken her last bit of strength to reach me. Her breathing is shallow and labored, and I can’t believe how much blood is seeping from the hole in her side. Her clothing, burned and charred, is little more than rags. What skin is whole underneath it is red, raw, and blistered from her numerous burns. “Who did this to you?” I demand, anger welling up in me at the violent treatment of the succubus, but she’s unconscious and doesn’t respond. “Lyden, who is it?” Becky asks as the other women finally catch up to me. “Oh my God!” Lisa exclaims as she gets a look at Angela. “Taking our Lord’s name in vain won’t help the young woman,” AnnaBelle admonishes. “We need to get her to a hospital.” Somehow the older woman is able to keep her voice calm, and I wonder how strong her resolve is. I’m freaking out! Reaching my arms underneath her, I ...

... lift the petite damaged body up, and look around. Despite the picnic having just ended, no one else is even close to us. “No hospitals,” I say firmly. “Lyden, she needs help,” Becky argues, but I shake my head. “I can help her, but we need to get somewhere quiet,” I tell them, knowing that I need to get into the demonic creature’s mind to transfer energy to her. I don’t know what her physiology is like, but I’m guessing it’ll stump a doctor and raise more questions than we can afford. “You know this creature.” AnnaBelle’s voice makes it clear that that was a statement and not a question. Her use of the word creature, and not girl, makes me wonder if the pious woman can sense the injured woman’s nature. “We’ll take my SUV so that we can all fit. I live just a few miles away. Lyden, you work on her wounds in the back, while I drive.” “What about us,” Becky asks, but it’s Lisa that answers. “He’s going to need our help,” the martial artist says, and we follow the older woman to her large vehicle. The women try to help me get the blue haired woman into the back of AnnaBelle’s SUV, but I’m able to do it alone. I know they just want to help, but I don’t want anyone else touching her. There is so much blood! Ripping off my shirt, I tear it apart, and start using the cloth as bandages while we head to my coworker’s home. “Lyden, what’s going on?” Becky asks. “Who is she? What happened to her?” “I don’t know, and she was a friend,” I tell the short brunette while trying to staunch the ...