The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... she tries to drive away. “What the heck!” I exclaim upon seeing the tableau on the beach. “Can’t we catch a break?” “Grindylows,” I hear Angela mutter. I note something odd in her tone, and look over to see her holding her head. With her link to the Orange Bubble, I wonder what that must feel like to her. “I hate those things.” She turns to me, a grimace on her face. “Think you have enough strength to turn into a dragon? It’ll be easier to scare them off, than fight them. They’re natural cowards.” Looking to the creatures again, about eight or nine of them, I shudder at the thought of taking on the small creatures. Those pitchforks look deadly. “I’m exhausted,” I tell her honestly, but something else occurs to me. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on Angela, picturing her as the Amazon again, with a thick bow staff in her hands, a blade poking out of each end, and a sword on her back. A tiger-skin toga wraps around her firm body. Opening my eyes, I see my imagination standing before me. “One of these days, I’m going to take you in this form, and see how much of a fantasy this really is for you.” She grins down at me from her new taller height, and I just grin back up at her. “Hand me that sword on your back,” I tell her, “and let’s see what this fantasy can do.” She hands me the blade, and a wicked gleam enters her eyes. “Don’t fall too far behind, puny man, or that sword will fade away. Whoever scares the most wins. If I win, I get to fuck you like this. You win, and maybe ...

... I’ll tell you what Marchosias and I talked about while you were playing with your fairy girlfriend.” The way she adds that last part, lets me know that she’s forgiven me for helping Areth. She doesn’t even wait for me to respond—of course I wasn’t going to take that bet, not against a seven-foot tall Amazon—before charging out of the forest, screaming and waving her bladed staff around. “Sonnuva,” I curse as the sword begins to fade already. Apparently I have to stay close to her to keep it solid. I chase after her, sword in hand and grin when it solidifies as I catch up to the succubus. Screaming and waving the blade over my head as if I actually know what to do with it, I have to work hard to keep my feet under me in the wet sand. The Grindylows turn to see what the ruckus is, and sees two people, obviously not afraid, charging directly for them, and despite their superior numbers, they scatter, diving back into the lapping water of the sea. Lisa is the first to speak as we get into the dry car, and she regards us warily. “Where’d you get the shirt?” She asks me, suspicion thick in her voice. “I gave it to him,” Angela replies, and the blond woman looks to the taller one. The succubus has to hunch uncomfortably to fit into my car. “And who are you?” the martial artist shoots back. Oops. “Lisa, It’s Angela. She’s a succubus, and can change forms,” I try to explain. “Yes, I can become anyone’s fantasy, and Lyden was kind enough to fantasize about me like this.” Did she have to ...