The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... thinking I was a normal human. I didn’t have a clue I was any different until about a month and a half ago. Despite everything, I still consider myself to be human.” She clambers into the passenger seat, and shakes her head at me. “But you’re not human, Lyden. You’re something else. How can Becky or I even compare to someone like Angela that can change her shape, or your friend that we’re going to rescue? We’re not even in your league.” I can tell that this is really bothering her, and while I know how I feel, I don’t know how to answer her question. Then something occurs to me. “Let’s go for a walk,” I say, reaching out and placing my hand on her shoulder. “I want to show you something.” She glances at the pouring rain, sheeting off the car’s windows, and shrugs. “Might as well, I’m the only one of us still dry.” Angela nods to us as we step out, but doesn’t say anything. From the look she gives Lisa, I have a feeling she may know what the martial artist is going through. I wonder if that’s a trick of the succubus, or some connection women just seem to have. “Don’t forget,” the succubus calls out to us after AnnaBelle gets back in the car, “I won the bet.” “It was a tie,” I call back, but take Lisa’s hand and walk a bit down the beach. I make sure we are in site of the Orange Bubble when I stop us. No sense in trying to put is in further danger. Letting go of her hand, I take a couple steps away, then turn and face her. Her dirty blonde hair is plastered to her face, as the ...

... rain continues its torrent around us. Giving her a bow like she’d taught me at her dojo, I get into the proper position to face off against her. “What are you doing, Lyden? I’m not going to fight you out here.” I stay silent, holding my pose, waiting for her to bow back. “This is crazy. I’m not mad at you. Why are you doing this?” Still I refuse to talk, and finally she heaves a sigh, and gives me the proper bow. I barely wait for her eyes to lock on mine, before I spring my attack. Almost all of my extra energy was burned up in escaping the Cyclopes, and then scaring off the Grindylows after that. I use what little energy is left, however, to speed up my punch, but my open fist hits nothing but air as she dodges. Her hand grips my arms, and the next thing I know, I’m lying face first in the sand. I waste no time in getting back to my feet, and see determination in her eyes, and her body relaxed yet ready to move. This time, when I attack, my motion is calculated, and I’m just able to avoid her counter throw. Over the next few minutes, I try to land blows on her, and try to avoid attacks from her. Despite my superior speed and strength, I still wind up in the sand more often than not, without laying a finger on her. “Enough!” She shouts, as she places my arm in a lock, and keeps me in the sand. “What does this prove?” Despite the pain in my shoulder, I start laughing. She releases her grip, and I use the falling water to wash off the sand as I get back to my feet. I give her ...