The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (7 page)

Power once again streams into me, and I realize she must be coming again, too, but I don’t have enough spare thought to block any of it as my own bliss overwhelms me. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point I come back to the land of reality, and find I’m sitting back in the comfortable chair, with my newly acquired slave still sucking on my now limp prick.

“That was very good, slave,” I tell her, petting the back of her head. “We’d probably better get dressed and back to the office, before anyone begins to wonder.”

I can see she’s disappointed that we won’t be continuing, but she also knows I’m right.

“Don’t let it happen again, Mr. Snow,” my boss tells me as we walk back into our office. She hands me my wallet.

“Yes, Ms. Lance,” I try to act humble, but I can still picture her getting off on her own fingers. I can’t wait until I can drive my cock into her pussy, but it will have to wait.

‘Did she ride you hard?’ Thomas sends to me in an IM.

‘You have no idea.’ I respond. ‘A real ball-buster.’

The rest of the afternoon goes by smoothly, other than catching occasional glances from Sheila that are anything but appropriate. Only AnnaBelle seems to notice anything not quite right, but I dismiss her, until she catches me in the elevator.

“A demon has taken over your soul, Mr. Snow,” she tells me in all seriousness. My first thought is to panic. Had she seen Angela when she’d been in the office? Did she know what’d happened with Sheila and me?

Of course, not, I reason. How could she? The overly religious AnnaBelle Lewis would have said something earlier.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I tell her, trying to stay calm.

“Oh, yes you do,” she denies my statement. “I can sense the corruption in your soul. You need to come to my church this Sunday. That’ll set your head back on straight. Reverend Chilton is a great man, and he can help you.”

Before I have a chance to respond, the elevator doors open and she rushes out. Thankfully I won’t have to deal with her for the entire weekend.

What the hell was that? I wonder. Can she actually sense the changes in me, or is it just her over-zealous religious attitude? I’ve never been into the whole ‘There must be a higher power than me,’ scene, but I can’t help but wonder after that conversation.

“Lyden,” I hear a familiar voice yell, and I turn in shock to see the last person, or rather, persons, I expected to see standing next to the Orange Bubble. “We waited here all day. Ever since we returned your wallet,” Becky says to me, her long chestnut brown hair tied into a braid and flowing over her left shoulder. In this light, I can finally tell that her eyes are a deep dark brown.

“Why’d you leave in such a rush last night?” Lisa asks immediately after, her blue eyes flashing. “We could have had a lot more fun.”

“How’d you. . .?” I trail off as I realize that I must have left my wallet at their place, and they would have known where I work from my ID; which means, they also must know where I live from my driver’s license. “Are you ladies feeling alright today?” I ask, worried after having drained them both of so much energy last night.

“Why? You don’t have a disease, do you?” Lisa demands, and I realize how my question might have sounded.

“No, I was just worried,” I respond, lamely.

“Last night was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Becky says next. “I’ve never felt so satisfied afterwards, but the way you took off, had us worried.” The brunette walks up to me, and places the back of her hand on my head before asking, “Are you feeling okay? Is that why you left?”

“You’re not married, or something, are you?” Lisa demands.

“No, I’m single,” I reply. Or does Angela think we’re a thing? Can you consider one time with a succubus a thing?

Becky tosses Lisa something. By the jingle, I realize that it must have been her keys. “Lisa, you follow us. I’m going to ride with him.”

I want to protest, but something inside me stops my argument. It’s not the same instinct that told me how to deal with Sheila, but something a lot more subtle.

The drive home is thankfully a short one. With my luck in this car, we soon lose Lisa far behind us. My suspicions about them knowing where I live are confirmed when Lisa still manages to pull in behind us.

The entire drive, Becky is talking about how worried the two girls had been for me and how happy they are to find out I’m okay. Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out how my wallet got out of my pants at their place. There hadn’t been any reason to take it out there, and I don’t think Lisa’d gotten close enough to abscond with it while I was screwing her friend. How had it gotten out of my pants?

And why are these two women now attached to me? I guess I can kind of understand with Becky, if I’d been the best lay of her life, but Lisa? It doesn’t make sense. At least I haven’t really hurt either one of them.

When is Angela going to get back with some answers? We’d only been gone from the real world for about half an hour, while spending hours in the Shadow World. She must be spending weeks there.

Or has she abandoned me?

“Who are these two?” I hear the sweet dulcet tones of Brooke’s voice, interrupting my thoughts. My heart drops as I realize how this must look to the woman who saved my life so many years ago and who I’ve had a massive crush on since I was old enough to be interested in boobs.

“Brooke!” my voice comes out as a squeak. “This is, erm. . . . I mean, uh. . . .”

“I’m Becky,” the woman has to introduce herself. “You’re gorgeous. How do you get your red hair to shine like that?”

Brooke takes one of her red curly locks and twirls it around a finger. “Something in the water seems to agree with me,” she replies, giving Becky a dazzling smile.

“I’m Lisa,” the blonde steps forward, offering her hand. “How do you get your skin so soft?” she asks as Brooke shakes her hand.

My childhood friend seems to be at a loss for words. Both women are fawning over her. For a moment I actually get jealous. I don’t know if it’s because they’re giving
my
friend so much attention, or because
I’m
not getting their attention.

“They found my wallet and returned it to me at work today,” I pipe up, trying to save Brooke.

“And you decided to bring them home?” Brooke asks me, and I can feel my cheeks start to burn. What can I say? That’s almost exactly what happened. “You really don’t have to explain,” Brooke says next. “I’m just glad to finally see you with a woman. . . or two. I was beginning to think you were gay.”

“What?
NO
!” I protest. Why did she have to walk out, just as we were heading up to my apartment? And why would she think
that
?

Brooke saved my life when I was just a little kid, and for some reason has always looked after me. I’d been boating with my family, when the ship must have capsized, dumping us all in the lake. My parent’s bodies were found fairly quickly, but I hadn’t washed up on shore for two whole days. No one could explain how I’d survived for two days, least of all me. I was too young. What I know now is mainly due to reading the reports afterwards. I remember almost nothing from that day, or the two following, other than a sense of darkness and fear. Brooke had been the one to find me and take me to an orphanage.

And now, here she is again, finding me with two women!

“Well I can see that now,” she replies jovially, giving the two women a wink. It’s only then that I realize she’s teasing me. Why am I even letting Becky and Lisa into my apartment anyway? Because some subtle instinct had told me I should? Pshaw! I should have left them back at work! No use now.

Embarrassed, I quickly unlock my door, fumbling my keys only once, and throw the door open. I rush through as if escaping a dangerous beast.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Becky asks me, flipping her braided brown hair over her shoulder.

“No, she just saved my life when we were kids, and we’ve been friends ever since,” I reply with perhaps a little more heat than I mean to.

“Okay, okay, I was just asking,” she says defensively. “She’s very pretty though. Wish I had eyes that green.”

“Oh, stop, Becky,” Lisa finally pipes up. “You’re beautiful too. How else did you entice this stud back to our place? I saw how everyone was treating him there, and he chose to walk away with you. Hell, he has that hot body across the hall, and he still brought us up here.”

Wow! If ever I need a cheerleader, Lisa is the one to choose.

“You’re right, Lees,” Becky tells her friend, shortening the Blonde’s name. She turns to me, and places her hand on my chest. “He did bring us up here. Do you think he wants to do vile and dirty things to us?”

I open my mouth to protest that that’s
not
why I’d brought them up here, but Lisa’s hands come from nowhere to wrap around me, and I hear her say, “I certainly hope so.”

“Now, wait,” I finally find my voice, but before I can say more, Becky’s hand pulls my head down to her level, plants her lips on mine, and I forget what I was about to say. My arms go around the brunette’s short, slender form, and pull her tighter to me, picking her up and deeper into the kiss. I can feel Lisa’s breasts pressed against my back, while her hands unsnap my pants, and dig into my boxers to find my hardening cock.

Moaning into the kiss as Lisa begins rubbing the head of my penis, I set the short woman back down and start working on Becky’s pants. Lust has overtaken me, and I desperately want to rip into these two pretty women. As soon as her pants are on the floor, I break the kiss and pull up her shirt. She’s wearing a tan bra today, and without hesitation I pull down the left cup and latch onto her dark nipple, sucking hard and making her moan.

My pants hit the floor a moment later, and I sense Lisa getting between us as I’m hunched over. She gently massages my scrotum. “My God, Becky. I still can’t believe you fit this beast down your throat.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Becky moans as her fingers dig into my short hair. “You’ve got to try it. He really tastes great!”

Digging at the snaps of Becky’s bra, I can’t seem to get them undone. It doesn’t help my concentration when I feel Lisa’s warm mouth stretch around my cock, and finally in frustration I pull the whole damned thing up over her head, being careful only of her melons as I do so. The swear word barely even registers in my mind.

I look down and see that Lisa has somehow successfully managed to squash my prick halfway down her gullet.

Becky grabs my attention back as she hungrily kisses me, and I let my right hand go to her already wet snatch. My left hand goes to the back of Lisa’s head, to let her know I’m enjoying her ministrations. It doesn’t take me long to find the brown-haired woman’s clit, and I vigorously rub back and forth, making her shudder in pleasure. As soon as I sense her getting close, I slip my middle two fingers into her, crook them, and begin vigorously rubbing the front wall of her vagina. A few seconds later, I’m rewarded for my efforts as she soaks my hand and the back of Lisa’s head in her squirted fluids. A new wave a pleasurable energy washes into me at the same time, recalling me to what I can now do, and that I need to be careful.

“What the. . .” Lisa asks, releasing my rod, and feeling the back of her head, before turning to look at her friend.

“I—I’ve never. . . never cum like that before,” Becky states breathlessly. “It felt odd, but so
intense
!”

“I’m jealous!” Lisa pouts, before turning completely around, and locking her lips on her friend’s nether-lips. Becky lies flat on the floor, and Lisa doesn’t let up, making the short woman moan in delight. Lisa’s ass is in the air, her pink pussy lips pointed at me—when did she take off her pants?—and I figure that’s as good a spot as any to store my penis.

Squatting down behind the hungry woman, I rub the head of my rod against her slit, making her moan into Becky’s pussy and shake her rear in anticipation. I thrust forward and slip into her already soaked coochy. She takes a quarter of my length before I have to pull back and dive in again. I can tell that she’s a little looser than Becky, yet she seems to fit like a glove. Just as Becky had last night.

“Oh, God,” Lisa cries out, and I see she has two fingers buried in Becky’s vagina. “I can feel you in every corner of my cunt. Fuck me hard with that big stick. Fuck ME!” Her language grates on my nerves, but I do as she asks, driving into her with force, until I feel her little hole clamp down on me hard, and strength flows into me. This time I remember to put up a mental block before taking too much from her.

I continue to pound into her, until she reaches back and puts her hand against my stomach, and pushes me back. I sit on my rump and grin as I continue to watch the blonde shake in orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly Becky is right there, leering at me. “Good, maybe now she’ll believe me when I say that you’re the best lay in town. Now then, my little cunny is a little too sensitive right now, so we’ll have to use my back door to finish this monster off.” She emphasizes her words with a quick tug on my member, then bends over, and starts cleaning her roommate’s juices from me. Once again, she’s able to take me fully into her throat. If it hadn’t been for that little escapade with Sheila earlier today, I likely would lose it right now. Instead, I’m able to last while she deposits a liberal amount of saliva on my dick, before turning her back on me, aiming my pole, and impaling her tiny ass on it.

The feeling of her sphincter sliding down my cock is divine, and I lay fully back on the floor, trying not to shoot my load too quickly.

“You made her squirt,” a whisper startles me, “now I want to squirt.” I turn to see Lisa watching my cock slipping in and out of her friend’s anus as Becky bounces up and down on top of me.

Her little pussy is within easy reach, and I slip my middle two fingers into her freshly screwed hole. Crooking my fingers again, I rub vigorously against her inner front wall, making her moan and hunch her hips against my invading digits.

“Oh shit, it’s been a long time since something in my ass has made me cum!” The brunette cries out a second before her sphincter tightens on my dick. I immediately throw up my block against her energy.