The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... euphoria is short lived, as I look down at Angela. Her face has gone ashen, and I can’t tell if she’s still breathing. “No, no, no,” I repeat, as I drop to my knees, and place my fingers on her neck. Nothing. Placing my hand over her mouth, I can’t feel any breath. The bandages that’d held back her bleeding are completely soaked through, and I realize that I’m too late. Angela has died in my arms, and I couldn’t save her. Hot fresh tears fill my eyes, as I scream for a different reason. She’s gone, and there is nothing left. Running out of air, I suck in to yell again, but an odd noise catches my ear. Someone is honking. The sound isn’t very loud, but it IS familiar. “Hold on,” I say, though I know it’s already too late. This time as I run, I’m not looking around, but keeping my footing secure and heading for the sound. It doesn’t take me long before I’m standing in front of the remains of the Orange bubble. Apparently it hadn’t been as damaged as I’d thought. My memory tells me that the car had been a completely blackened husk by the time Jennifer had driven me away from that grocery store parking lot. However, before me, I can see that the doors still retain some of their color, and the dent on top where I’d landed on it doesn’t look as bad as I’d thought it’d been. I don’t waste any more time, and quickly wrench open the passenger door, setting her inside. Opening the glove compartment, I reach in to see if I can find what she was after, but only find ashes. How hot had ...

... that fire been? Had it been hot enough to burn whatever she’d hidden in here? Was this whole exercise an act of futility? Unexpectedly, I hear Angela sigh, and I look back at her in shock. I can make out her chest barely rising and falling. She’s still alive! Whatever it is that she needs must be close, I reason, and with renewed hope, I start digging around my car. Nothing but ashes, and my car’s interior meets my gaze. Frustrated, I pop the hood, and look into the storage space there, the engine being in the back, but all if its contents have been turned to ash as well. “Angela,” I ask softly, resting my hand on her shoulder, “We’re at the car, but I can’t find what you need.” “The . . . car. . . .” she whispers back. “Yes, the car. But where ?” I plead with her, and then notice something. Her face is no longer gray. Her breathing is steadier, and I can even sense that she’s getting stronger. That’s when it dawns on me that what she needed wasn’t something in my car, but the car itself. What had the Cyclopes done to my car under the succubus’s direction? How can my car heal the demonic creature? Something else occurs to me, and I take a step back, looking at my car as a whole. My car had burned up from the fire ant’s attack. I do remember seeing the blackened husk of the Orange Bubble, but it is recovering now. In the almost week since the close call with TanaVesta’s assassin, the car had been fixing itself somehow. The dent in the top is smaller, and even as I watch, I can ...