The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... blood flowing from her side. If anything else is said, I’m not aware of it, as I try to enter the succubus’s mind while still awake, but it’s no good. The SUV jounces as we pull into a driveway, and I look outside to see a rather nice looking suburban home. The walls are brick and mortar, with a small white picket fence around the front yard. AnnaBelle opens the back door to her vehicle, and I carry the still insensible Angela into the home. Religious pictures adorn every wall, and there is even a piano in the front room. Everything seems to be covered in white doilies, and in one corner is a collection of porcelain dolls in a wood and glass cabinet. The older woman leads us back to a room that adds a whole new level to the color white. White bed sheets cover the bed, while white curtains frame the open window. The walls and even the carpet are white. The only objects of a different color are the five people in here, and a large painted portrait of Jesus opposite the bed. I don’t even hesitate as I lay Angela on the bed, soaking the white linen with her crimson blood. Despite my best efforts, some blood still seeps from her wounds, making a stark contrast to the white bedding. “What do we need to do?” Becky asks, leaning over me and examining Angela. “How are you going to help her, Lyden? It takes a strong effort of will to stand up and look away from Angela and to the three women. “See what you can do to stop the bleeding. AnnaBelle, is there somewhere close I can take a ...

... nap?” If the odd request surprises her, AnnaBelle doesn’t show it. I’d prefer to stay in here, but I won’t be able to sleep if the other women are taking care of Angela’s wounds. “Right this way,” the older woman says, and leads me to an adjoining room. This one is thankfully a different color, even if it is yellow. I’m glad to note that not everything in here is one color. The pillows on the bed are orange. “You know what she is, don’t you?” the older woman asks, and I nod. I don’t have time to wonder how she knows. Without even taking off my shoes, I lie down on the bed, and concentrate on falling asleep. Bit by bit, I block out the noises from the next room. I ignore the feeling of drying blood on my pants, hands, and chest, just focusing on the thought of sleep and entering into Angela’s mind. My body is so geared up with fear and worry that it seems to take an eternity, but finally I find myself surrounded by complete darkness. It’s different this time, however, than it had been with Brooke. The blackness is tinged with red, and while I feel fine, I can sense her pain around me. “It won’t work,” a pain-filled voice says as Angela appears before me. “You’re wasting your time.” Her clothing is whole again and blood free, but there is still an unhealthy pallor to her skin. “Angela, what happened? I need to get you healed. You’re dying!” I tell the woman, but she sadly shakes her head. “If we have sex in my mind, I’ll die,” she states, and I feel my heart plummet at her words. ...