The Succubae Seduction 2: The Twins, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction 2: The Twins, Chapter 1

... sending you on any more missions alone, either.” “We can handle ourselves,” Eldon tried not to sound like he was complaining. He knew it wasn’t the case, but he felt as though they were being punished. “There’s nothing Shelly and I can’t handle together.” “Except three ogres at once,” Shelly muttered. Eldon grimaced, but he couldn’t argue with her. If Jessica hadn’t shown up when she did, those ogres would have been fighting over Eldon pancakes. “Get some rest, you two,” Lysa told them. “And I mean it, Eldon. Don’t do anything foolish!” Aunt Lysa faded into the air, leaving the twins. Their rocs were waiting behind them, to carry them home, and to their respective baths. Eldon wasn’t as filthy as his sister, but he still stunk from the battle with the ogres, and claiming his spoils afterwards. He pulled out a small vial from his pocket and grimaced. It held some of the blood of the biggest ogre in it. Enough to allow him to change into the monster’s shape and form. * * * * What Eldon was about to do was foolish. He knew that, and his sister knew that, but he was still going to do it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Shelly asked. She was cleaned up, and sitting on a bench by the forest that sat behind their house. They’d made their residence in the Pillar of Earth’s domain, with her blessing of course. “We never know when it might come in handy,” Eldon said. “I know, but what if you can’t control yourself?” she worried. “What if we have another incident? I wasn’t able ...

... to stop you last time. I can’t stop an ogre on my own, either.” “This won’t be like that. Ogres are at least humanoid in shape,” he told her. But inside he shivered as he remembered the last time he’d tried to take on a form that was too different from his own. The closer to his normal form he tried to stay, the more of him remained. If he tried to change himself too much, he would lose who he was, until he changed back after so much time had passed. The time needed to change back differed, depending on the form. Chaining him up wouldn’t do much good against the strength of an ogre. “If you try to attack me, I swear I’ll turn into a bear trap and cut off your leg,” she warned him. Why didn’t she have the same restrictions on changing her form that he had? She could take the form of any nonliving thing she touched. He could only replicate living things. “Well, here goes,” he said. Before he could stop and think better of it, he popped the top of the vial, and tilted its contents into his mouth. He wanted to gag as the vile stuff hit his throat, but he forced himself to swallow. The first change was always the worst. He had no control. It happened the instant whatever he used as a catalyst entered his body. Agony split through his limbs as his muscles grew and bunched into inhuman proportions. His arms and legs lengthened, shredding his clothing, and the shape of his head changed. Even his teeth became loose and jagged. The worst part, however, was his mind. He actually felt ...