The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... teases me, her smile growing. To my surprise, she reaches down, and pulls her shirt up over her head, displaying her tasty assets to me. “I don’t think we have time to fool around,” I say, though my second brain is trying to argue that there is always time to fool around. She hands me the shirt, and I notice it’s changed from what she’d been wearing. “You’d better put this on,” she says, and I look up to see that she’s already recreated another top for her to wear. I don’t miss the fact that this one is a little tighter. “No sense in tempting Marchosias. Come on, we still have a bit of hiking to go.” I’m not sure if she was worried about her tempting this Marchosias, or me being the temptation. I follow her for a ways, deeper into the hillside. Orbs of light are interspersed through the cave, providing a soft white glow. I approach one to get a closer look, and notice that the orbs are actually floating just off the side of the wall. “I wouldn’t do that,” Angela warns, and I pull my hand back. I’d been about to touch it, but at her warning, I take a couple of hasty steps back. “They’re pretty, but they are also a trap. Touch one, and you’ll be stuck to it, until either Marchosias releases you, or something else eats you.” Gulping, I wonder again just what sort of creature we’re going to see. “Tell me about Marchosias,” I say, and the smile vanishes from her face. She’s quiet for a bit as we walk, before finally speaking softly. “Remember me telling you about the demon that ...

... gave me a portion of his soul?” I whistle softly as that sinks in. We’re going to see the creature that helped turn Angela from a human into a succubus. She stops, and looks at me seriously. “We need to be extremely quiet through this next part.” Perking my ears, I try to see if I can hear anything, but all I can make out is a constant, uninterrupted din that sounds unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. Slightly higher pitched, but the way it echoes off the rock walls distorts it beyond recognition. “What’s up ahead?” I ask, suddenly nervous. “Cyclopes, shh” she states, and then starts walking. Gulping again, I follow her; careful of every step I take. As we continue to travel deeper, the odd sound gets louder, until it starts hurting my ears. Why are we supposed to be quiet with all this racket? I wonder, but don’t say anything. I also start to notice an increase in heat, and when we turn a corner, I have to swallow a gasp. A large ovoid shaped hole punctures the right side of the cave wall, and through it are a large number of big hairy creatures. Muscles bunch as hammers are raised, and then brought down on various things creating the unpleasant clamor. Their bulk is greater than the orcs that’d captured Angela and me, but their skin, barely visible under the thick mat of their hair, is a rich bronze color. Their humanoid faces could be taken for rather ugly men, if not for the large single eye in the middle of their foreheads. Something tugs the sleeve of my shirt, and I ...