The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... bother asking what the payment was, I won’t tell you.” I remember Brooke saying that Cyclopes weren’t very nice, and decide to let her keep that secret. “You didn’t have to do that for me!” I tell her, not happy about what she had to give up. “Relax! For a succubus, giving up part of the soul is no big deal. We recover it the next time we feed, and it was the least I could do after putting you in the hospital.” Her eyes grow serious as she meets my gray eyes. “Don’t you realize that every time you’re with someone, you’re doing the same thing? You’re sharing your soul with them, and they with you. The same thing happens when you’re in someone’s mind. Your soul travels to them temporarily.” Of course I had no idea! I want to scream, but the look I feel on my face says it all. “I see,” she says. “Well, nevermind. It doesn’t hurt you, but you’ll find that any partners you have will become closer to you, and also more loyal, the longer you’re with them.” That would explain Lisa and Becky’s behavior, but I don’t like how callous she is about her soul. She draws in a deep breath, which does wonders for her jewelry pierced b-cup bosom. “Anyway, when I was reunited with the car, the two parts of my soul began working together again and healed both of us.” “But how can that work?” I ask, confused. “Both my car and you were damaged. How could you both recover? You’d think one would grow weaker, to repair the other.” Angela laughs, sounding beautiful and not at all derogatory. “By ...

... using the same fuel you and your car run off of.” I open my mouth to ask just what my car runs on, but she stalls me. “Are you going to ask questions during our time here, or are you going to let me thank you?” “I thought you said we can’t be together,” I shoot back, the pain and hurt I’d felt at her loss for the last week resurfacing with a vengeance. She’s sober for a moment as she considers what I’d said. Just when I’m about to open my mouth and demand an answer, she speaks. “We can’t be together physically, Lyden. I think you’ve figured out why, but in here, in our minds, we’re safe.” “Because you’re worried about allowing yourself to get pregnant? Don’t you think I should have a say in that?” Just then, something occurs to me. “Maybe I do! Shouldn’t I be able to choose when to procreate?” “Maybe. I don’t know,” she hedges, then turns serious. “But you don’t understand the danger! We would be hunted. Assassins would try to kill our child as well as us. There is no telling what our offspring may be. Many are so screwed up from their mixed parentage, that they become insane and very dangerous. It’s always better not to risk it.” I can’t help but wonder how many times the law about interbreeding has been broken. “Hmm, hunted you say?” I ask, sarcasm thick in my tone. “Why does that seem familiar?” “Okay, okay,” she relents. “But right now, we are in here, and unless you plan on doing something in front of our guests in your car, we’d better get started. I’m still a little weak ...