The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... me a few moments to process the changes around us. Waves lap against the sandy beach as wind and rain buffet the Orange Bubble. “Lyden,” Lisa states, her voice filled with awe, “we are going to have a long talk when we get home. There is a lot you haven’t told us.” Once again, I’m riddled with guilt. She’d been willing to follow me into danger to save a woman that means nothing to her, and I’ve been keeping a wide range of secrets from her and Becky, my two girlfriends. “Where to?” I ask, turning to the blue-haired succubus. I can’t look Lisa in the face. “We’re going to need some help,” Angela says, looking at the two women in the back of my car, and then back at me. “How did you plan on me doing this by myself?” I ask her. She’d wanted me to come here without her and rescue Brooke, but the further we go towards that goal, the more I realize I couldn't have done this without her. “I have no doubt you could have done this,” she says with enough confidence that I almost don’t doubt her. Her eyes gleam at me, and I wonder how much of her statement is how she thinks of me, and how much is her love for me. “We need to see an old acquaintance of mine.” “Um, this isn’t going to turn out like it did with the Pillar of Fire, is it?” I ask, worry about meeting another one of the succubus’s ‘friends’ making my heart skip a beat. “Only if you’re into men,” she tells me, a twinkle in her eyes. “I know he isn’t very particular about who or what he copulates with. In fact, he has a wide ...

... range of perversions.” I open my mouth to protest that that’s not what I meant, but Lisa pipes up first. “What does she mean, Lyden?” Angela seems to have been waiting for that question. “The last time I introduced him to someone I know, he screwed her in front of a huge audience. He didn’t even care that she was a huge fire-breathing dragon.” “Now wait—“ I protest, my cheeks going a deep crimson color. “Lyden” Lisa cuts me off, and I can hear a smile in her tone, “I knew you were kinky, but I had no idea!” “Ahem,” AnnaBelle clears her throat, cutting into the conversation, “If we’re done joking around, I believe a woman needs saving?” Chagrined, I realize she’s right. “And you berated me for my past,” she continues, directing her tone at me, undoubtedly referring to my outburst against her earlier this week. Even though I can sense the humor in her tone at her second comment, I can also hear an edge to it. She still hasn’t completely forgiven me. “Yes, well,” I say, swallowing my pride, and trying to get back to the matter at hand, “where to?” “He’s not far,” Angela says, pointing inland. Putting my car in gear, I press on the gas. And go nowhere. The engine revs, and I can hear the tires turning but the wet sand is too loose, and my car with all of its enhancements, can’t gain traction. “Anyone care for a walk?” I ask, dreading the prospect of hiking through the torrential rain. “It might be better if it’s just you and me,” Angela states, and I look at her curiously. “He ...