The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... some Asian heritage. She looks to be in early twenties, her cheeks slightly sunken, and the corners of her lips pointed slightly down. Like Lisa had said, she was pretty, but it’s obvious that the marble carving doesn’t do her justice. “You hate me now,” Angela says sullenly. “I understand. Just please, don’t—“ In the time it’s taken for her to form those words, I send the image of who she used to be, back at her. As I watch her body transform into a slightly shorter, black-Asian mixed heritage woman, I pull her to me and kiss her soft lips, ending words that have no reason to be said. “Don’t leave me out!” Lisa pouts when it looks like the kiss may continue for a while, and I pull back, laughing. “What makes you think I would be bothered by the original you?” I ask, curiosity filling me. “I . . . I was a slave,” she says haltingly. “I was abused, and constantly told how worthless I was. I had forgotten everything until I asked Marchosias to show me again. I remembered that you wanted to know the real me, Lyden,” she stops to swallow before continuing, “and I asked. You can change me to whatever you want now. I know that my original self isn’t that pleasing.” “The hell?” Lisa states, reflecting my own thoughts. “You’re beautiful! I wish I had hips like those, or even a chest half that size!” Angela blinks at the other woman, and then turns questioningly to me. “Well, I don’t want those hips and breasts myself,” I tell her, “unless they’re in my mouth, on top of me, or in my ...

... hands.” The dark skinned succubus hugs me tightly again, this time without cracking my ribs, and I can hear her laughing. “Now if you two keep leaving me out, I’m going to develop a complex!” Lisa says and stomps her foot in the wet sand. Just that quickly, Angela lets me go, and hugs Lisa tightly. “This is more like it!” Laughing myself, I take the half-step over to them, and wrap both women in my arms. They turn to look at me and their lips come together with mine in a shared kiss. Lisa is the first to break it. “Am I going to be the only one half naked?” Laughing, I strip my clothes off, reveling in the feeling of the warm rain running down my body. Turning to Angela, I see that she’s taken a couple steps away, refusing to look at us. “What’s wrong?” I ask, worried once more for the succubus. This is not like her in the least. “I know it’s silly, but I’m embarrassed.” What the heck? A succubus embarrassed? Is that even possible? “What do you have to be embarrassed about?” I ask her. “It’s not like we haven’t been together before.” Lisa’s backhand into my chest throws me off balance. “Idiot,” she accuses. “This is the real her. You’ve never been with her .” It makes sense, kinda. Every time we’d been together, she’d had on a different persona. This is the first time anyone has seen the real Angelica in centuries. She’d already been a bit nervous about showing me her true self, and the prospect of showing me even more must terrify her. Carefully I walk through the wet sand ...