The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (16 page)

Anger starts to fill me now as I think I should have been given that choice. Shouldn’t we have discussed it, instead of her making the decision on her own?

“What are you thinking?” Brooke asks me, breaking my train of thought.

Thinking fast, I reply, “I was wondering what happened with you and Angela back in TanaVesta’s mountain. What kind of deal did you two make?”

“How did you—never mind,” she says. Inhaling deeply, she’s visibly trying to gather her thoughts before answering. “I thought you’d be in the dungeon, so that’d been the first place I’d looked. When I found your succubus, I was tempted to leave her there. I’ve never trusted her kind, and I only wanted to protect you. She somehow sensed me. Not many can when I don’t want to be noticed.” I wonder at that for a moment and even at the tone of awe in her voice, until I remember that she’s some kind of assassin. I still can’t reconcile that with the Brooke I grew up with, even after seeing her with her orc-gore covered sword.

“Well, she told me where you were being held if you were still alive, and that I’d need her help to get to you.” She pauses, and I know that it’s taking a lot for her to tell me this. I almost tell her she doesn’t need to continue, but I feel like I need to know. “When we first got to the dragon’s chambers, we found the boulder blocking the way into you. Neither one of us was strong enough to move it on our own or even together. We kept trying to find ways to move it when the Pillar wasn’t with you, but nothing worked.” Her eyes sparkle as she continues, “And then she left it cracked. At first I thought it was a trap, but Angela wouldn’t wait. When I got into your chamber, I could sense how strong you were. I couldn’t believe the power you held. The rest you know.”

“But what was the deal you two had made?” I press.

She looks at me for a long moment, before answering. “When we were trying to get to you, we talked. You’ve been changing, and neither one of us knows why. I’m not even sure I like it. But it was obvious that we both cared for you. We almost came to blows over it, but when we realized that killing each other would only make things worse for you, we came to a truce.” She’s silent for a couple moments and I wait for her to continue. “Neither one of us would try to win you away from the other, if we should succeed in rescuing you.”

Somehow I get the feeling that’s not everything, but I choose to leave it there, for now. To know that two women almost fought over me, boosts my ego a bit. Even so, I’m not happy with how things are turning out.

“I’m not some trophy to be won,” I tell her.

“No,” Brooke says, dropping her eyes to her lap. “You’re so much more than that. I—“ She stops and grimaces. “
We
know that. We just want you to be happy.”

“Angela’d told me I’m a Generator,” I say, wanting to have a different question answered. “Does that mean anything to you?”

Brooke flinches at the question, refusing to look at me. Her voice is soft when she answers. “Only what I learned about the creation of our realm. The six pillars that chose to create a new world for us, used the Generators to bolster their power, and split off a chunk of reality for them to use. It’s said that all the Generators died in the process, or were killed afterwards, and no others have come to be since. Except for you.”

No wonder TanaVesta was so anxious to have me. If she could build her power enough to challenge the other pillars, at my expense, and take over everything. . . .

“Why were the Generators killed?” I ask, somehow feeling insulted as if they had been close family that’d been murdered.

“With the power they could create, they were deemed too dangerous. If humans found a way to capture some and tap their power, they could have come to our world to continue their relentless war against us.” The way she talks, makes me wonder whose side she’s on. Sure, she’s a mermaid and been raised and trained as an assassin, but she’d spent a couple decades living in my world also.

“TanaVesta means to kill the other pillars,” I say, knowing that they should somehow be warned. There are more important things than ancient history, right now. That is, unless history repeats itself. “Can you get word to them? She was meeting with two pillars when you’d rescued me. I think she meant to kill one or both at that meeting.”

The mermaid is shocked at my words.

“She can’t! They’re called Pillars for a reason. Our world might survive if only one or two were to die, but if there were any less to hold up our portion of reality. . . . It’d collapse and every creature from my world would either be destroyed, or thrust back onto Earth. The chaos would be horrible. So many lives on both sides would be lost. I can’t believe even
SHE
would want that!”

“Can you get word out about her plans?” I ask, seriously.

“I—maybe. I can’t go to Varun directly, but if I can find someone to pass on the warning, then maybe. The real problem will be getting someone to listen to me.” She suddenly grows hesitant. “I’m in rather bad standing with my kind, but I may still have a few friends that won’t. . . .” she finishes quietly.

Feeling for her pain, I reach out and grip her hands. “What happened to you, Brooke? Why are you in so much trouble with Varun and the other mermaids?”

You’d think I was a dangerous viper the way she pulls back from me.

“If I’m to get that warning out, I’d better start now. Will you take me to the surface so I can get out? Hopefully I won’t be gone long, and I’ll return. But if what you say is true, and I don’t doubt you, then I need to get the warning out as soon as possible.” From hesitation, to can’t get away from me quick enough. Man, am I ever having quite the effect on women today!

I know she’s changing the subject, and while my mind cries out to force the answer from her, my fractured heart speaks more gently. She’ll tell me if and when she’s ready.

For the first time I look out the windshield and notice that we’re not driving on the sea floor, but swimming through it like a submarine. Even this small glance sets my heart pounding, and I feel blackness begin to creep in around my vision. I can almost taste the salty water as it tries to crawl down my throat.

No, dammit! I swear inwardly. I’m safe and sound. This car was built by mythical creatures and can do magical things.

Okay, so maybe that last bit doesn’t help my mundane raised mind much. Glancing at my childhood friend, the mermaid assassin, I feel my resolve strengthen. The feeling of slowly drowning recedes.

Taking hold of the steering wheel, I don’t know what to do or say to make the Orange Bubble surface. Thankfully it reads my thoughts, and I feel us begin to rise. Oh, now it listens to me! Why couldn’t it have done that back in Egypt?

When the car breaches the water, I can see what can only be the Straits of Gibraltar in the distance. How fast are we moving to be here already? I think about how many hours it must have taken my car to drive through the U.S. to the East coast, then across the Atlantic, and know that I’ll likely be home before the next morning. Especially since I’m traveling with the sun.

Brooke doesn’t say anything as she opens her door and jumps into the water. The door closes on its own. All by myself, my thoughts turn back to Angela. Crazy as it seems, it almost feels as if I can feel her presence. Likely because she’s the one that repaired my car.

My mind plays over what Brooke had said about the price Angela must have paid to get the Cyclopes to work on my mundane car as it dives back under the water, and I wait for the mermaid’s return.

And wait.

I turn on the radio, even though I know I can’t pick up any stations, and just listen to the static. I wake up as my car pulls up onto a beach, and my radio comes to life. People stare at the Orange Bubble as it come up on shore. I wonder what they must be thinking, or how it must look to them.

“—playing only the best hits from the nineties and today on this lovely Sunday afternoon.” I turn off the radio, stunned to realize how short a time has passed. Or is it Sunday of the next week?

I have my car stop off at a gas station to grab a bite to eat. Thankfully I find an old gym outfit tucked under the passenger seat. I don’t remember the last time I’ve eaten, but the chips and gas station fare tastes wonderful as it goes down my gullet.

The rest of the drive across country is a blur as I let my car have its way. Either no police are along the route, or they don’t notice my car. It’s probably the later, considering how Angela had driven through the city. The drive only takes a couple hours.

As the Orange Bubble pulls up to my apartment complex, two things occur to me. Becky’s car is still parked out front, and Brooke has abandoned me as well.

The lead rock in my chest weighs me down as I head to the elevator.

I stop for only a couple seconds to stare at Brooke’s door. I know I shouldn’t, but I knock anyway and am not surprised when there’s no answer.

I’m greeted very warmly by two pretty women, Becky and Lisa as I enter my apartment.

“What are you two still doing here?” I ask, trying not to sound angry, but my heart hurts too much to sound happy.

“Twice now, you’ve had sex with one or both of us and vanished right after!” Lisa accuses me.

“At least this time you left a note,” Becky chimes in. “You told us to make ourselves at home, so we did.”

In actuality, I’d told them I didn’t know how long I’d be gone and to use whatever they needed from my apartment while I was gone.

“I don’t understand why you always leave so quickly afterwards,” Becky says worriedly.

“Yeah, it’s not like you have a wife or girlfriend to get back to,” Lisa says. “We can tell that just by seeing your apartment.”

I barely even notice that my place is immaculate. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a slob, but I am a single guy.

“He does now,” Becky pipes up, a tremulous smile spreading across her face as she takes one of my hands.

Or
was
single.

Well, I think, why the hell not. These two seem to want to stick around for the time being, and I really can’t complain about either one. Both are pretty enough, Becky with her short petite body, and Lisa with her more forward attitude and athletic body. Yeah, I could definitely do a lot worse.

Like a succubus and mermaid that would rather abandon me than stay with me when I need their help.

“Absolutely,” I force a smile as I bend down and kiss the brunette softly.

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Chapter 08

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Daily Grind

Something doesn’t seem right.  My body is cold, but I know I’m still in bed. And what is that sound? It sounds like. . . . Oh, and this feeling!

Opening my eyes, I hear Lisa giggle and see Becky’s eyes smiling up at me. My cock is securely fastened between the latter’s lips, and Lisa is holding her friend’s long chestnut brown hair back and out of the way.

“Good morning, ladies,” I say with a groggy smile as I quickly begin to get my bearings.

“We thought we’d wake you this way,” Lisa informs me, while Becky goes back to hungrily swallowing my dick. “Hope you don’t mind. Besides, it’s the least we could do after you had those flowers delivered.”

“Not at all,” I tell them pleasantly. “Please don’t let me interrupt you.” Flowers? What flowers?

Lisa laughs as she lets go of her friend’s hair and gets between my legs next to Becky. A moment later, I can feel her tongue licking around my scrotum. The talents of these two women are likely going to have me shooting off shortly.

“If you don’t slow down,” I tell the short brunette, “I’m not going to last long enough to take care of you two.”

“Don’t worry,” Becky’s soft voice says as my prick leaves her throat, “We don’t have enough time for that anyway.” Lisa takes advantage of the free knob, and swallows it between her lips, while her friend’s hand runs up and down my saliva slickened rod. “We’ll be late if we stick around that long,” she states and then shares a kiss with Lisa, my phallus in the middle.

One of their hands, not sure whose and not caring at this point, starts fondling my balls. Both women begin humming, sending delightful sensations down my cock and into my spine.

“Oh, unh,” I grunt as I place my hands on the backs of their heads, blasting off a load of sperm. Each jet arcs high, before coming back down and splattering their cheeks.

Feeling slightly spent, my head falls back to my pillow.

“Oh wow,” Lisa says, “I love how energized I feel after tasting your cum.”

“Yum, me too,” Becky agrees before licking my seed from her roommate’s face. They share a passionate kiss, swapping my cum and cleaning each other off at the same time.

Smiling, I fall back to sleep until my alarm goes off.

I find myself alone as I get ready for work, surprised to find a couple ants in my kitchen as I make my breakfast.

The flowers the girls had thanked me for are on the counter, and I wonder who they could have been from. A note attached to them simply says, “Thanks for all your help.”

Probably meant for someone else I decide, and finish getting ready. I don’t mind getting rewarded for someone else’s work.

Whistling happily, I get ready for work, until I get in the Orange Bubble.

My car gently hums as I sit in the parking garage below my office building. I know I should go in, but Brooke’s gentle scent still resides in here. As pathetic as it may seem, I don’t want to leave. Even as happy as Becky and Lisa make me, I still miss my childhood friend.

Being in here also reminds me of Angela, and everything she’s done for me.

“Mr. Snow?” My heart leaps into my throat as someone knocks on my window. I look out to see Guard Lansbury shining a flashlight in at me. “Is everything okay? You’ve been sitting in here for a while.”

For a moment I just stare at her, uncomprehending. How did she know? Then I notice a security camera behind her.

The worry I see in the large woman’s blue eyes penetrates my gloom, and I open the door, stepping out.

“I noticed your car sitting down here for a while, but you never came in,” she tells me. For once her tone and words are more concerned than raunchy or risqué. “Thought you might be whacking off in here, and I wanted to come check it out.” Then again, maybe not.