The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... turn to see Angela trying to pull me along. Suddenly very anxious to get moving again, I put my feet in motion. When the clamoring of their hammers is well behind us, I speak up again. “ Those were the creatures that fixed my car?” The succubus shudders, but nods her head. I remember Brooke saying that they exact a heavy price for their work, and while I’m tempted to find out what she had to pay, another part of me decides I’m better off not knowing. For a demonic creature of sex, there can be only one real coin for payment. In less than a few minutes later, we arrive at a wooden door. A large brass knocker sits above eye-level, cast in the shape of a snarling wolf’s head. “Let me do the talking,” she says, before turning and using the knocker. Eerily, there is no sound as the brass ring strikes the wood, but the door opens a couple seconds later. Angela leads the way, and I have to force my legs to carry me after her. Beyond the door is not what I expect to see. Lush carpets adorn the walls, except where various heads are mounted. Some are recognizable, like the roaring lion’s head or the saber-toothed tiger with fear filled eyes. There is even an orc’s head mounted next to a Cyclops’s cranium. The one with both an elephant’s trunk and a pig’s snout on the other hand is new to me. A human skull sits white on a wooden table. Around the table are three large-backed reddish chairs. Only two of them are empty. Curled up in one is a wolf-like creature, with large feathered wings ...

... folded against its back and a serpent’s tail, replete with a rattle. The beast raises its head as we approach and gazes at us with sharp golden eyes. “Marchosias,” The blue-haired punk says, addressing the monster, “I see you were expecting us.” The thing growls at her, before its outlines become fuzzy, and it morphs into the shape of a robed man. His head is hidden behind a cowl, but when he speaks, his voice is deep, and sounds familiar. “I always know what happens in my domain.” The cowl turns to face me, and I can feel the demon’s gaze wash over me. “So this is the young man in question,” he states, rather than asks. “Yes, I can sense a great deal about him. You know you really should have come to me first, instead of the Pillar of Fire. She’s been a little. . . unhinged lately.” The succubus stays quiet, and I don’t think I could talk if words were put into my mouth. “What a delicious treat you’ve brought me, Angelica.” My heart pounds as the large creature approaches me. I can sense how powerful this being is and shudder in response. “We’re here to seek your help rescuing a friend of ours from Varun,” Angela speaks up, and I sigh in relief as Marchosias turns away from me. “Another Pillar that has become unsteady lately,” he says sadly. “What you ask for is no small thing.” He returns to his seat and indicates for us to sit. I wait for Angela to be seated, before I follow suit. “But I suppose you already have experience rescuing people and escaping from the demesne of ...