The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... It’s one thing to know her life is in danger, and another to actually hear it said aloud. “You’re too good at pleasing me, and I’m too weak to have even one orgasm.” “But there has to be a way!” I plead, not willing to give up. “Listen, that’s not important. Brooke is being held prisoner by Varun. You need to go save her.” Her words send a new chill down my spine, but I shake my head, trying to stay focused. “You need to worry about her more.” “Not important? We can go rescue her as soon as you’re better,” I tell her earnestly. A tear forms in her eyes, as she steps up to me and grips my hand. “Thank you, Lyden. I’m glad you care for me, but you need to get to your friend. She needs you now, and at least you can help her.” She pulls away, and I try to grab her back, by my hands go right through her. “Take the key-card out of my pocket. You know how to use it to get to the Shadow World.” She fades a little in my vision, and I can barely make her out as she turns and says, “I’ve missed you, but maybe there is still time for Brooke.” “Dammit, Angela!” I swear. “There has to be a way!” Her shadowy form smiles at me. “Don’t swear, love. I know how much it bothers you.” She pauses, and I can just make out her features enough to know that she’s trying to come to a decision. “Get me to your car. It might be enough to save me.” Those words seem to take a toll on her, as if it took a great effort to get them out. Her form completely vanishes, and I find myself back on the yellow bed. ...

... My car? But it’s destroyed; nothing more than a burnt husk! Filled with despair, I walk back into the white room. “Lyden!” Lisa shouts as soon as she sees me. “We’ve got the bleeding stopped and some of the burns covered, but I’m afraid she’s lost too much blood. Were you able to help her with whatever you were doing?” My throat closes off, and I can’t find the words to reply, so only shake my head. “What did you do?” Becky asks me quietly, and I feel fresh tears streaming down my cheeks. What did I do? I didn’t do enough. I didn’t do anything . If only my car were still whole, then whatever she’d hidden in it might have helped her, but the fire ant had destroyed it. I’m certain she’d hidden something in my car, too. How else could it help her? But what if whatever it was, survived? The car hadn’t become ash, just severely burned up. Maybe I can still save her! With renewed hope, I pull my cell out of my pocket, and dial up the police. I end up getting transferred twice before anyone can tell me where my car was moved to. An impound lot, halfway across town. I call the number for the lot, and get an answering machine. The message says that they’re closed on Sundays, and only open until six pm on Saturdays. Glancing at a clock on the wall, I see that it’s a quarter after five. I don’t even take the time to think, as I dash back into the white room and scoop Angela back into my arms. “AnnaBelle,” I say as I head for the front door, “can you get us to the New Towne Impound Yard? ...