The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (9 page)

Unfortunately, I don’t know how to broach the subject with Angela, even if she is a succubus. What do I say? Excuse me, demonic creature of sex and lust, but I’m feeling a little low. Mind if we screw to build me back up?

“I was hoping you’d feel that way,” Angela says to me, turning and plastering her body to mine.

“Wait, what?” I ask, confused.

“Silly, succubae can read emotions and thoughts. That’s how we know how best to seduce our target or fill their minds with fantasies. Your thoughts came through loud and clear, and no, I don’t mind a quick fuck to build us both up.”

No further words are necessary as her lips press against mine. I feel her tongue dip between my lips, demanding entrance. I open up to her, pulling her tall, thin jogger’s frame to me. Her body feels very different in this form, with her larger breasts, taller body, and no additional jewelry, than she had as a punk, and I wonder how many forms she might have.

“As many as I want to,” she tells me, still reading my mind. “Do you want me to go back to the blue hair and piercings?”

Feeling emboldened by her forwardness, I undo my denim shorts and drop them to the ground, displaying my already raging hard on. “Does this answer your question?” I ask, allowing my turned on state to give her my substantial and inarguable response.

Her eyes sparkle as she drops to her knees, and quickly sucks my stiff wood between her warm lips, making me moan with the delight that her mouth is causing me.

“You did one of those girls in the ass, didn’t you?” she asks, and I realize I haven’t cleaned up from when I’d been in Becky’s colon.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell her, thinking that she’s disgusted with me.

“Don’t be,” she says. “I don’t mind.” And with that she swallows me back into her mouth and starts taking me down her throat. Her tongue does wonders as she licks around my shaft. I try to hold back as long as possible, but with four hundred years of experience, she soon has me firing off a volley of seed into her mouth. My knees buckle beneath me with the pleasure of it, and I collapse backwards onto the soft ground, but Angela’s talented mouth never leaves my member. After a minute, I realize I’m not softening. Must be another trick of the succubae. That, or something learned after four-hundred years of practice.

I realize that I actually feel a little more drained, until it dawns on me that I haven’t given her any pleasure.

“Lay back,” I tell her, “it’s my turn.”

She smiles as she lies back on the soft soil and removes her tight biker shorts to reveal a glistening, bald beaver. I dive in, hungrily, lapping up her already flowing juices, and nibble lightly on her labia. I avoid her clit, just sticking my tongue as deep into her as I can, and sucking her inner lips, making her squeal in delight. Her overlong legs squeeze my head, and I know she’s enjoying what I’m doing.

This really pumps up my ego. I mean, how many men can say that they can please a four hundred year old succubus?

Me! That’s who!

Sucking hard on her labia, I use my tongue to press it against the roof of my mouth. My hands roam up her chest, under her confining sports bra, and finding her already stiff nipples I begin rolling them between my fingers, enjoying the louder moans that escape from her throat.

Sensing her getting close, I switch tactics, and nibble lightly on her clitoris. Her powerful thighs nearly crush my skull as her back arches and sweet nectar pours from her. I can barely hear her cries of pleasure through my muffled ears. The best part is that I can feel renewed life flowing into me, rejuvenating my limbs, and making me stronger.

I don’t wait as soon as her legs loosen their grip I dive up her body, aiming my thick log at her entrance. Kissing her forcefully, sharing her fluids, I thrust my hips forward, connecting us, and driving our pleasure to new heights. I moan as I feel her velvety folds enclose my cock, and ripple tenderly around my length.

Her hips buck beneath me in a desperate staccato as I suck hungrily on her tongue. It doesn’t take long for me to be fully seated inside her wonderful canal, and unlike the last time we’d had sex, this somehow feels different. It almost seems as if both of our organs are trying to properly accommodate the other, only to find the other constantly changing in return. I realize that this must be why both Becky and Lisa felt so comfortable around my member, yet Lisa had been a bit looser.

Angela breaks the kiss, and places her hand on the back of my head, while she moans into my ear, “Fuck me, Lyden. Oh, God it’s been such a long time since anyone’s felt this great.”

I lift the bottom of her sports bra, releasing her c-cup breasts, and tweaking a nipple in both hands as I suck hard on her neck. I’ve never been one into leaving or getting hickeys, but this seems to set Angela off again, and as I feel her life energy flood into me, I have to fight hard to stave off my own orgasm.

She grabs my face, and pulls my lips back to hers, kissing me deeply, but not in a sexual way. Physically I feel on top of the world, and as soon as she comes down from her climax, I roll us over.

Placing her hands on my chest, she plants her feet on either side of my chest, then lifts her pelvis up until only my tip is still inside her. Her eyes twinkle as she looks deep into mine, before slamming her hips down forcefully. The speed and strength behind her movement would have crushed my hips a couple days ago. Today, however, I feel like Superman: completely unbreakable. She repeats her motion again and again, slamming down onto me, and I’m just able to match her pace, driving back up into her. The friction between our two bodies sends waves of pure distracting bliss through me.

I know I’m getting close, and there’s no way I’m going to hold off my ejaculation this time. I reach up to her bouncing, firm breasts, and pinch both of her nipples hard. Her pussy clamps down delightfully on me, and she stops bouncing and just shudders as her final orgasm takes her.

Like a cannon firing into a sweet valley, I fill her insides up with my seed. It feels as if I’m cumming for an hour as her energy floods into me, and mine back into her.

Breathlessly, she hugs me tight to her body as our minds come back to this reality.

“My my, what do we ‘av here?” A deep gravelly voice sounds above us. “Looks like we got ourselves a mid-day snack, brothas. And there ain’t nuthin sweeta than a succubus and her mate after they bin fuckin’.”

Looking up, I see three forms towering above us. I can just make out long tusks, and mottled green skin, before something strikes me painfully in the head and unbreakable or not, I black out.

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Chapter 05

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Out of the Pan, Into the Fire

“Yum, I can’t wait to crack open their bones and suck out their marrow. That’s my favorite part, Lorrey.”

For some reason I can’t quite put my finger on, that really isn’t the best sentence to hear when waking up. To make matters worse, my feet are numb, and three large green creatures are dancing around a small fire. Nauseously, they’re doing it on the ceiling.

Or I’m hanging upside down by my feet. Yeah, probably the later one.

My head feels like Zeus tried to play roller derby in it, and my eyes are bulging from having been down-side-up for too long. The ropes around my ankles and wrists have caused them to go numb.

“Angela,” I whisper, hoping the ugly things won’t be able to hear me while they talk about how they’re going to cook us.

“I’m here,” she says loudly enough to make me flinch. “Don’t worry, they have terrible hearing.”

I look at the creatures again, and a thought hits me. “Shouldn’t they have turned to stone in the sunlight?”

“That’s trolls that suffer from that curse. These are orcs. Somewhat smarter and not quite as ugly,” she replies calmly, and I realize she must have a plan for getting us out of here.

“Naw, I prefer to suck out their marrow before cracking their bones,” a different orc states. Smarter than Trolls? How dumb can trolls be?

“How are we going to get out of here?” I ask, hoping to be let in on the plan.

“They’ll cook and eat you first,” she tells me evenly, and I feel my stomach drop. “While their cooking you, I’ll break free.”

“What!?” I shout, before thinking better of it. She’s going to abandon me? I know she’s technically a demonic creature, but the pain she displayed over having killed someone in the past was real. How can she do this to me?

“Hey now,” a gravelly voice shouts at us, grating on my ears, “what’s with this chattah? We likes our food quiet.”

“And delicious,” another one pipes up jovially.

“Well, do you really know how to cook us?” I ask, stealing an idea from Tolkien.

“Tha’ lil trick of delayin’ us won’ work, succubus,” their apparent leader responds.

“Ha, Lorrey. You made a rhyme!” says the third Orc.

Okay, so apparently ‘smarter’ is a relative term for these creatures.

“Shaddup. Lanny, Is the fire ready yet?”

“I’m not a succubus!” I shout at the monster.

He spins back around and walks right up to me. I can smell his fetid breath, and have to fight to keep my gorge in.

“Ya smell like a succubus, you fuck like a succubus, you a succubus.” He snorts, and his snot plasters my still naked body.

“Oi, what was dat?” Lanny asks. “Lumpy, go check It out.”

Lumpy grumbles as he gets up and heads out of the cave. Lorrey goes back to the fire, and backhands Lanny for no apparent reason.

“You were going to abandon me,” I accuse Angela, this time quieter as I try to turn and face her.

“Nonsense,” she says, and I can tell her hands are free now, “I just needed you to distract them long enough for me to break free.” She swings her slender torso up to start working on the knots around her ankles.

“What was it, Lumpy?” Lanny calls out in time to muffle Angela’s drop to the ground. She waits in silence for a moment, then, “Lumpy?”

“Go check it out,” Lorrey commands Lanny, and takes the poking-stick from the slightly smaller orc.

I watch in dreadful silence as Angela creeps up behind the lead orc certain that at any moment the beast is going to turn and club her. She makes it to just behind the monster, when he starts sniffing the air. He suddenly turns, swinging at the succubus. She blurs, and somehow gets out of the way of the glowing poker, before jumping onto Lorrey’s back and wrapping both arms around the creature’s neck.

“Gerr off me!” the thing yells while trying to get Angela off it’s back. Her arms barely make it around the monster’s neck. I wonder if she’s even doing any good. With the noise the two are making, I’m afraid that the other two orcs are going to return at any moment.

I wish I could help, instead of hanging here useless. Wait, maybe I can. In my mind’s eye, I conjure the image of an Amazon goddess. Very tall, bronze colored skin, golden hair flowing, a leopard’s pelt her only clothing, and large arms, big enough to crush an orc’s neck. Now
this
would be a wild fantasy, I think.

Opening my eyes I have to twist my body around to face the combatants again. I see a different woman now, finishing off the large orc. It only takes a couple more seconds, before I hear a very audible ‘POP’, and the thing’s head rolls into the fire.

Maybe I made her arms too strong.

Angela, still in Amazon form, easily strolls over to me, and smiles at me through the gore covering her body. “This a fantasy of yours, huh?” she asks. She is easily tall enough to reach the bindings at my hands now.

“It is now,” I tell her, glad to be safe. “Wait, what about the other two?”

Just then we can hear footsteps approaching the entrance to the cave.

Angela crouches, ready to defend us. With my hands free, I lift my torso enough to start working on the ties around my feet.

I land with a whump, forcing all the air from my lungs. I’m not as nimble as Angela is. I turn just in time to see a new creature enter the fray.

It’s not who I expect to see.

“Brooke?” I yell out and am surprised to see her in pale-blue scale mail armor. There is a wicked looking wavy sword covered in ichor in her hands. An odd long skirt, made of the same material as her torso armor, shimmers blue in the firelight, but seems to flow around her legs like water, widening towards the bottom.

“Stay back, Lyden,” Angela shouts, pulling me up and behind her with ease, before crouching down, ready to attack. “She’s here to kill you.”

If ever I’ve heard anything more absurd, I don’t remember it. Brooke has always looked after me. Honestly, I don’t know if the gentle woman could even hurt a fly. . . . Of course, she
is
carrying a dangerous looking sword covered in blood.

“Brooke won’t hurt me,” I try to say a lot more confidently than I feel. Why are my friend’s eyes sparkling with anger?

“She’s an assassin, Lyden. I don’t know what your relationship is with her, but I promise you, she’s not what you think she is.” The succubus sounds so confident that I really begin to doubt. It doesn’t help that Brooke is still coming towards us, sword at the ready.

“Brooke, tell her you’re no assassin,” I call to the curly redhead.

“She’s right, Lyden,” Brooke’s voice is filled with iron, and I feel my heart sink. “I am an assassin. Now step away from her.”

“What?” I demand. “No!”

“Lyden, don’t!” the Amazonian women screams, sensing what I’m about to do.

I super speed around Angela, planting myself between the two women, holding my hands out, a palm facing each of them. “I really don’t understand what’s happening, but Angela, if she’d wanted us dead, why did she kill the other two orcs?”

I see confusion blossom in the succubus’s eyes at my words, but it’s Brooke that speaks.

“Lyden, how did you move so fast?” I can tell that the question itself scares her.

“I don’t know,” I reply. “Something has changed in me, and we’re going to ask someone if they know what it might be.”

“You don’t. . . . Wait! The only one in this direction that might have that kind of information would be TanaVesta, the Pillar of Fire. You can’t seriously be taking him to her, succubus.” The way she pronounces succubus is like an insult. “She’ll kill him for sure!”