The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... one of our benevolent Pillars.” Derision is thick in his tone as he speaks of the creators of this world. “What aid can I offer you?” “We have two others with us. The three of them will need to be able to breathe while in Varun’s home,” Angela says calmly, and my respect for the woman increases. My legs are shaking so bad, that I’m thankful I’m sitting. How does she stay so relaxed? Marchosias laughs loudly for a few seconds, before replying. “The two women in this mortal’s car? That is easy enough, but this man doesn’t need my help with that.” I really wish I could figure out who he sounds like. I feel like I should know, but I can’t seem to put my finger on it. Angela stares at me for a moment before evenly replying. “He has some of my skills, but I don’t think he is able to give himself gills.” “Just so, he will be fine under the water.” There is no mistaking the mirth in his voice. He turns his attention back to me, and I feel my shaking increase. “What you need is through that door, mortal, but I warn you: grab only the two blue vials on the table in the very back. Have your playthings drink from them, and they will be able to breathe underwater for as long as they stay conscious. Should they sleep, the potion will wear off and they will drown. Take anything else, and the consequences will be dire.” I don’t think I want to know what Marchosias considers ’dire.’ “Go ahead,” the hidden demon encourages me. “The succubus and I have some things to discuss.” Standing, I look ...

... to Angela. “Will you be fine out here?” I ask. Marchosias roars with laughter, startling me and making me want to run for the door. I’d rather face the entire room of Cyclopes than stay in here with the demon a moment longer, but I won’t abandon my friend. “The mortal has balls!” he croaks when he can get enough air into his lungs. “Run along now, little thing. I mean her no harm, you have my word on that.” “He is honorable,” Angela vouches for him. I’m still not sure, but Angela nods to me and I head for the indicated door. Despite my generator abilities, I feel so small compared to all the supernatural creatures in this world. No wonder humans rebelled against them. Even with Angela’s assurances, I’m terrified. The knob turns easily, and the door swings open on silent hinges. With one last look, I turn to Angela, but her back is turned to me. Taking a deep breath, I step through into a long hallway. Shelves line the walls, filled with more things than I can identify. I easily see why he warned me not to take anything else, though. A stack of gold bullion sits on one shelf next to what I assume is a diamond the size of my foot. Riches aren’t the only things in here, either, though I’m certain that everything has some sort of value. There is a mint condition, first edition of Action Comics with Superman, sitting next to a sword, its tang exposed and the blade made of something shinier than chrome that exudes power. Ancient scrolls sit beside a pile of straw, which calls home ...