The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... act so smug? Lisa glares from Angela, to me, and back again. “We’re going to have a very long talk when we get back, Lyden,” she says firmly. “Did you at least get what you went for?” I curse myself for a fool, as I reach into my pocket to retrieve the two blue vials. I’d completely forgotten about them when I’d stopped to face the Cyclopes. If they’d eaten me, no one would have been able to try and save Brooke. I had been flirting with her death, as well as my own. “Yeah, these will help you breathe underwater,” I say, pulling out the two vials. “We should get this over with, before anything else happens,” AnnaBelle finally speaks up, reaching for one of the vials. I draw them back, though, shaking my head. “We’ll have to do it tomorrow,” I tell them, not really liking what I have to say. “It’s already been a long day, and these come with a warning.” AnnaBelle yanks her hand back, looking at the vials warily. “The potion stays active as long as you stay conscious. Sleep and it wears off. There’s no telling how long this will take, and we should be as rested as possible before going to rescue Brooke.” “The Lord speaks wisdom through you,” AnnaBelle states, and I have to clamp my mouth shut on a quick retort. Let her have her beliefs, I tell myself. It doesn’t hurt anyone. I can’t help but wonder how she can hold to her faith so strongly, in the face of everything she’s seen already. “So . . . we’re just going to sleep here in your car?” Lisa asks. “How much longer ‘til ...

... night?” “It’ll be best to set a watch, while the others sleep,” Angela says. “I don’t need sleep, so you three get some rest. As far as night, I’m not sure. It’s hard to tell with the thick cloud cover. I’m not even sure this area has a night.” Silence descends in the car, as the seven-foot tall Amazon gets out of the Orange Bubble. Closing my eyes, I rest my head back, and prepare to attempt sleep in my small car, despite how wet I still am from the rain. A steady staccato beats against the Orange Bubble, lulling my senses to sleep. “Lyden?” Lisa’s voice breaks my reverie. “Can I talk to you?” “I could use some fresh air,” AnnaBelle says, and gets out into the rain to join Angela. Part of me wishes she would have remained. I really don’t feel up to having an argument right now. I’m not sure which topic she’s going to broach first, but I brace myself for an uncomfortable conversation. “What are we to you?” Her words don’t make sense. I’d expected her to berate me for lying to her, or demand answers about what’s going on, but this question seems a lot more personal. “You’re my girlfriend,” I say, knowing that doesn’t quite answer her question, but not sure what she’s driving after. “No, I mean,” she takes a deep breath, as if gathering her thoughts, “you’re not even human. That’s obvious now. You’re something else. What are we, compared to you?” I think I understand her question. “You’re my girlfriend,” I tell her again, and then continue before she can interrupt. “I grew up ...