The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (14 page)

It seems odd to hear that, after Angela had said the same thing about Brooke. Could Angela be falling for me? Didn’t she tell me that a real relationship wasn’t possible because we’re not the same species?

“No, she’s just a friend,” I reply back. Something twinges in me as I say that. Angela is more than a friend, but I can’t say I’m in love with her. I hardly know her.

“Like me?”

Dang it, I can’t seem to say anything right!

“You’re different,” I tell her honestly. “You’ve been there for me throughout my life. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. Brooke, you’re not just my friend, but my closest and dearest companion.”

“You’d think differently, if you knew the whole truth about me.” Her form starts to fade again.

“Wait! Do you mean about you being a mermaid? I already know. I don’t have a problem with that. Is it about you being an assassin? I’ve known that for days. After what I’ve been through lately, and you coming to save me,
again
, I can’t hate you.” Her form becomes more substantial, and this time when I try to move, her form comes closer to me. “Please let me help you!”

“But you don’t know everything. . .” her voice trails off, but I finally reach her and hug her mostly solid body to me.

“And I don’t care,” I whisper back to her, and her form comes into complete focus as her arms slip around my waist.

“Are you really here, or am I just dreaming?” Her words murmured into my shoulder warms my heart.

“Yes,” I answer both questions, smiling as she looks up at me. Apparently my smile is infectious and she grins back up at me.

“In that case—“ she cuts herself off as her lips press against mine. The kiss is gentle and sweet as her arms pull me tighter to her. An eternity passes before she pulls away, and it still feels too soon. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Her face nuzzles into my neck, and once again I feel warm all over.

“Why didn’t you?” I ask, wishing she had on more than one occasion. I’ve wanted her for so long! “I would have welcomed it.”

“It’s against our laws to form permanent attachments to humans. It’s too hard not to want kids, and they can become very dangerous.” She sounds like she wants to say more, but doesn’t. I remember the conversation with Angela about that.

“I’ve had a crush on you since I can remember,” I admit to her.

“Lyden?”

“Yes, Brooke?”

“Make love to me in this place.” Her words, delivered so softly, carry a large impact.

Placing my hand under her chin, I lift her head just a bit and bring our faces back together. This time when our lips meet, they part and I feel her tongue lick along my lips.

Sucking her tongue between my teeth, I drop my hands down her back until they’re resting lightly on her rear. This kiss is very different from the last one; hungrier and more demanding.

Pulling up the back of her shirt, I allow my hands to glide up her smooth skin to the clasps of her bra. Despite the practice I’ve had at undoing these annoying things, I still struggle with hers. That is, until I remember that we’re in her mind and with a quick thought, she is completely topless.

“Oh,” she gasps, when her clothes disappear, and she steps back from me and stares at her small breasts. When she looks back up at me, I can see a gleam in her eyes, which is oddly juxtaposed by her sucking in her bottom lip.

I feel a sudden draft, and realize that I’m now completely naked.

“Oh, really?” I ask with a wicked grin, before making the rest of her clothes completely vanish.  Her body is truly magnificent. Slim toned legs lead up to slender hips. There isn’t a hair on her body below her head, and even though her tits are small, about A-cups, they fit the rest of her slender body perfectly. “Well,” I ask while arching one eyebrow, “Are you just going to stare at me, or can I continue fulfilling your request?”

“You’d better make love to me,” she tells me, before literally jumping into my arms.

Laughing as I catch her, I gently place her on the non-existent floor and return to kissing her. I break the kiss and brush my lips down along her jaw, to her neck, and then her chest. Returning to kisses once again, I nibble lightly around her mammaries, spiraling my way up to her nipples, before taking the small nubs between my teeth, and sucking gently.

Brooke is moaning softly by the time I break away from her tasty teats and kiss my way down her body. I stop off at her belly button just long enough to shove my tongue into the small dimple before going down deeper to her sweet sex.

Her love juices are already flowing as I dip my tongue into her hole. She tastes sweet and wonderful, filling my mouth with her fluids as she moans and grinds herself against my lips. Sucking in one of her labia, I chew lightly on it, until her moaning reaches a crescendo. I shove my nose against her clit, shaking my head back and forth as I push my tongue into her as deep as possible. Her fingers dig into the back of my head as she cries out in pleasure.

Knowing that I need to transfer energy to her, and not away from her, I focus my mind on that task, but don’t feel any different. Did I do something wrong? Did she fake the orgasm? Why wasn’t there some transfer of life?

Brooke’s moaning brings me back to the present, and I decide to try again on her next climax.

Sliding back up her body, I smile down at her, my grey eyes meeting her sea-green ones. I line up my cock with her pussy. She finally speaks up.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long,” she tells me.

“Well, technically you’re still dreaming,” I tell her, and before she can respond, I move my hips forward and kiss her softly. My penis automatically conforms to her inner walls as I slide halfway in.

She pulls her face away from mine, and licks her lips. “Is that what I taste like in real life?” She smacks her lips a bit more, then adds, “Not as bad as I thought.”

I move my hips back, and then drive forward again. “I think you taste wonderful.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Before I have a chance to say or do anything more, her arms wrap around my neck and pulls my face back down to hers. Our tongues mingle while our bodies writhe.

“Oh, Lyden,” she moans, “I love you so much. Never leave me!” Her body locks up as she realizes the words she’d just uttered. I smile at her as I kiss her again, not entirely sure how to respond. Apparently it’s the right move. Her pussy ripples around my length as she cums again, and again I try to transfer energy to her, but to no avail.

Maybe I have to cum to give her strength?

Rolling us over, I pull her chest down to my hungry lips, then grip her hips and pick up our pace. I continue to drive up into her, again and again, truly loving the musical sounds of her pleasure as her sensitive folds slip and slide around my penetrating tool. I know I’m not going to last long like this, and I suck harder while picking up my pace.

Her third orgasm hits as I start to fire my seed deep into her crevice.

I still don’t notice any change in my energy as I try to pump her body with vigor and my ejaculate.

Truly exhausted after the last few days, and disappointed in my failure to transfer power to the assassin mermaid, I drop my head back to the black ground.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,” I say before sadly pulling from her mind.

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Chapter 07

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The Long Way Home

Opening my eyes, I’m greeted with quite the pleasant feeling. Looking down, I find my cock enjoyably being sucked by Brooke. Her curly red hair fans out across my legs, and I moan to let her know I’m enjoying what she’s doing. Apparently my little trip into her subconscious worked after all. Even with the hot sand under me, and the sound of a large body of water so close, Brooke’s mouth has skills I never would have believed from such an innocent looking woman.

The green eyed woman lifts her head, making a slurping noise as my rod leaves her mouth and smiles at me. “I was so turned on by watching you in her mind that I
had
to have a bit of you for myself.”

That . . . doesn’t seem right.

“Angela?” I ask while trying to blink back the brightness of the sun on my left, and then look over to find the real Brooke still waist deep in the surf on my right.

Horrified, I push myself back from the succubus, not feeling right about her taking on my friend’s form.

“Lyden? What’s wrong?” The concern and hurt I hear in her voice only compounds my own confused feelings.

“I—I don’t like you in her shape,” I tell her honestly, and she looks down at herself uncomprehendingly.

“Oh my! I didn’t even realize. Of course it would bother you to have me take your friend’s form. I didn’t even realize. I must have picked up on what was in your mind, and my body just changed.” Her sea-green eyes, exactly like Brooke’s beautiful orbs, stare beseechingly into my own, and I know she didn’t mean to bother me. Honestly, I don’t fully understand why it does. I’ve now mentally been with Brooke, and I’ve been with Angela more than once in different forms, so why should it bother me? Maybe it’s because I’m close emotionally to Brooke and it feels like a betrayal. “Can you forgive me?”

Breathing out a breath I hadn’t realized was pent up, I say, “Of course. Your body just reacted to what was going on. You weren’t doing it on purpose.” She smiles and lunges forward to hug me close.

“Thank you, Lyden. I promise to do what I can to protect you and not hurt you.” Despite how I feel about the succubus in this form, having a beautiful and very naked woman hugging my naked form isn’t killing my sex drive.

“Um, maybe you’ll want to change, and we can continue where I woke up?” She pulls away from me, wide eyed, but grinning broadly.

“Of course! How would you like me?” She asks, grabbing her pert but small breasts and tweaking her nipples. Yeah, my sex drive is only rising from her display.

I think about it for a moment, before answering, “I’d like to see you as you truly are. What did you look like before you became a succubus?”

Shock registers across her delicate features at my request. She stares at me in wonder for a moment, before saying, “I can’t. Lyden, I—I told you before that I don’t remember what I looked like originally. It was too many centuries ago and I’ve been too many things in between.” She gives me a tremulous smile, and I feel like an idiot. She had told me that, and I probably just made her feel bad . . . again.

Too many ‘things’? I don’t think I want to follow up on that thought.

Now it’s my turn to apologize. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad again,” I tell her in all honesty, placing my face in my palm.

I hear her move a little closer in the sand, and she lifts my face back up to meet hers. “No. You didn’t make me feel bad. No one has ever asked that of me, and to have you do it made me feel, um, well, like I haven’t felt emotionally in a
very
long time. Do you understand? It felt good! I would do it for you in a moment if I could, but the real problem is that I can only take on whatever form is in someone’s mind, and no living mortal remembers what I looked like. TanaVesta does as well as the demon that helped give me my abilities when he split off part of his soul, and one other, but I don’t dare ask either one of them.”

I can tell she’s not happy, and I grasp her hands, picturing her in my mind the way I’d first seen her: blue hair, hazel eyes, B-cup breasts topped with nipple jewelry, a pierced clitoral hood, slender hips, and pale skin. This time my mind adds eyebrow and nose rings to round out the image. I’m not sure if she can sense her change, or if her slight drop in stature is what alerts her to her own transformation, but she looks at herself, even pulling one hand from mine to examine her short hair, before grinning at me.

“This is your fantasy, huh?” she asks solicitously, and I can tell her mood has changed for the better. “I thought this was just what your coworker was into.”

“No,” I tell her truthfully, “This is just how I first met you, and how I see you. I guess to me, this was the first
real
you.”

Her joy is so fierce, that she tackles me to the almost burning sand, kissing me passionately. Our tongues mingle and dance as her hands greedily grip my cock to aim it for her hole, before she stops and pulls her face back a moment.

“We might want to use the back door,” she tells me, spitting into her hand, and then rubbing the saliva against her anus.

I wonder why the change, but when her sphincter begins to tightly slip down my rod, I forget to wonder and just enjoy. She has to pull up two more times, to apply more saliva, before I’m fully ensconced within her colon.

Even though my penis changes to accommodate her, and I know her ass is doing the same for me, she feels incredibly tight. The look on her face as we get fully connected is truly a wonderful sight to behold. Her hazel eyes are lidded by her mostly closed eyelids, and she sucks in a shuddering breath, emphasizing her smallish breasts. Her nipple rings recall me to the shiny metal I’d noticed in her crotch the last time we’d had sex with her in this form, and I move my right fingers down until I find it. It feels like a barbell, standing vertical, right next to her clit, and I start twiddling with it, not knowing what else to do. Apparently that’s the right thing as her eyes open wide, and she moans loudly.

“I—I feel like I’m twenty again,” she sighs as she starts to move her hips. I take that as a compliment and reach my left hand up to her right nipple, pulling lightly on the ring there. She shudders in pleasure, and I feel her sphincter grip the base of my cock hard as she cums, flooding me full of vigor and restoring much of what I’d lost last night.

Pulling my hand away from her soaked crotch, I use it to pull her chest down and to my waiting lips. Biting the metal ring between my teeth, I shake my head back and forth, while still holding her slight body close to mine. My hips take on a mind of their own as they start to hammer up and into the succubus’s small rear.

“Oh, shit, Lyden. That feels too good. Oh, yes! It’s—It’s going, ungh, to, OH
FUCK
!” Her whole body shakes and shudders against me as waves of pure unadulterated bliss blast through her body, overflowing into mine, and soaking my pelvis in the creamy juices flowing from her cunt.