The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... “Find what you needed, mortal?” Marchosias asks, as the wooden door closes behind me. I can feel his eyes on me, and a sudden irrational fear overcomes me that he knows that I have the fairy hidden away. “I-I did,” I stumble over my words, as I hold up the two vials, as if to say, ‘See, I have what I came for, and nothing else. Nope, nothing but what you see. . . .’ Why did I agree to save the rude fairy? I wonder, as I can feel my heart beating uncomfortably in my chest. Because I can’t leave a woman in distress, I answer my own question. Dang my gentlemanly sensibilities. “Good,” Marchosias’s voice booms, startling me. I need to be less jumpy, or he’ll know something is up. “We have finished our talk as well. I’m sure you can find your own way out.” He points to the door, and I have to work hard not to run for it. “Thank you for your help and advice,” Angela says respectfully. I’m almost to the door, only a couple more steps to freedom. “You are most welcome, Angelica.” Angelica? That’s twice he’s called her that. My hand is on the knob to open the door when he speaks again. “I’m sorry, Arethusa, but did you really think escaping would be that easy?” Who’s Arethusa? The sudden tightening of the fairy’s hands on my skin gives away the answer. “And Lyden, didn’t I warn you that the consequences would be dire if you took anything else?” Desperately I turn the knob and pull, but the door won’t budge. In horror I watch as the wood fades, and becomes a solid rock wall. Turning, I ...

... face the cowled demon, and wait for his attack. “Lyden, what is he talking about?” Angela asks me, her own voice filled with confusion and fear. “I’m sorry to tell you, Angelica, that your associate is a thief.” The demon raises his hand to point at me, making me flinch, but nothing else happens. Again, I think I recognize the voice, but I still can’t place it, and have other more important things to worry about. “I think he needs to learn a lesson.” With that being all the warning I get, the hand pointing at me flashes, and I throw up my arms to uselessly block whatever he’s throwing at me. “What?” I ask after realizing that I’m not in pain, or dead. Looking down at myself, I find that I’m completely nude. “A fairy?” Angela asks, and then turns back to Marchosias, her eyes growing wide. “No, you can’t! Don’t make her do that,” she demands, but after a wave of the demon’s hand, she loses her voice. “He has stolen from me, and as punishment, he will get to keep what he’s taken,” the demon states, anger in his voice. “Forever.” I can see the succubus shaking her head, and mouthing the word ‘no,’ but a noise behind me makes me turn around. I don’t expect what I find. The fairy is no longer four inches tall, but four feet tall. She’s even shorter than Becky is, though not by much. She is also just as naked as I am. “Don’t look at me,” she cries, but when she lifts her head and our eyes meet, there is a . . . well, I don’t know what else to call it, but a spark. Immediately we’re ...