The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (3 page)

Her eyes sparkle as she turns and smiles at me. “So, you finally begin to believe me?”

I nod. “Yeah, it’s kind of hard not to anymore.”

She suddenly moves very close to me, and I feel the lightest touch of her lips on mine; before she pulls away, laughing and even dancing through the flowers.

My lips tingle from where she’d barely kissed me, and I bring my hand up to touch the spot. I chase after her as best as I can, my crutch slowing me down.

I finally reach her as she lies under the shade of a weeping willow.

“Isn’t it always grand to come home after a long time away?” she asks me as I loom over her.

“How long have you been gone?” I ask.

“Since the day you saw me. I couldn’t leave you as things were. And like I said, I like a mystery.” She reaches a hand up to me, and I take it as she pulls me down.

Lying next to her, I can feel her warmth, and her pleasant scent fills my nose.

“Taking care of me really wore you out, didn’t it?” I ask her, but already know the answer.

“Yes. There are only two ways to recoup the energy. One is to come here, but time acts funny when here. The other way is obviously sex.”

“Obviously? Right, because of the whole succubus thing,” I say. I snort a quick laugh before I ask, “I don’t even feel funny asking you this, but you really did visit me in my dreams, didn’t you?”

“I already told you I did. That was how I was able to transfer enough energy to you, to allow you to heal quickly and fix your eyesight.” She gives my hand another squeeze, before she adds, “And other than the energy drain, it really was no hardship.”

I smile at the compliment. I don’t know if it’s the atmosphere of the place, her presence, or what, but the question is out of my mouth before I can think better of it.

“What about sex while you’re here?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she nearly squeals with joy as she rolls on top of me. “I’ve never brought anyone here before, so I don’t know, but I intend to find out!”

Before I have a chance to say anything, I feel her lips pressed against mine as her tongue works to get between my lips. Happily I let it in, and moan in pleasure at the skill this woman has. Apparently when in this form, she also has a tongue ring, and I feel it clacking against my teeth, and find my libido skyrocket.

Placing one hand on the back of her head, the other goes to the small of her back. I hug her to me as we roll around on the ground. I’m really trying to keep myself under control, but the desires and
needs
this young lady is bringing out in me are almost overwhelming.

We stop rolling with her on top, and she sits up long enough to remove her summer dress. There’s no bra under it, and her B-cup breasts sit free and proud on her chest. Her areolas are small, about the size of a nickel, and each nipple is pierced by some custom jewelry: a dragon’s maw circling the small nub, with the bar horizontal. I wonder what kind of kinky stuff old man Johnson is into, to dream up a woman like this.

The wondering is short lived, however as my mouth goes dry, and I have to taste her chest. Pulling her torso back down, my face goes into the valley between her modest hills. Licking around her chest, my mouth is filled with the flavor of vanilla and lavender. Her pelvis lifts up, and I can feel her hands working at my pants. Her slender fingers are so deft, that she gets them undone and off in less time than I could have.

My underwear is literally torn from my body, but I barely even notice. My lips are now on her chest jewelry, and I tug on them gently with my teeth, eliciting a moan from her that sends shivers down my spine.

A small voice in the back of my mind warns that this is a succubus, not a nubile woman that my body is crying out for; a demon being that devours their prey through acts of sex.

So the fuck what!
A louder voice shouts in my head, and I’m only slightly surprised by the swear word, never having been one to use such language.
This woman is hot, horny, and she wants
you
! And it’s been so loooong.

The second voice wins out as I drop my hands to her bare buttocks, and massage her pert naked rear. Dropping her hips down, I feel a new heat wave of desire course through me, it’s epicenter at the point where her wet pussy is sliding the length of my shaft.

“I need you in me,” Angela’s husky voice whispers into my ear, and as if of their own volition, my hips drop until I feel my head touch her fiery hot slit, then drive up, impaling her sheath on my sword.

We both cry out in ecstasy as our connection becomes complete. Her inner walls ripple around my manhood and her entire body shudders. I realize she’s in the throes of an orgasm. This lady is hot and ready to go!

Energy floods into me, and I can feel my rod thicken and grow even more within this delicious nymph. Gripping her hips, I force her back and forth on top of me. I can feel the head of my cock bouncing around inside her, stirring up her juices. My cock tingles as her lubricating liquids flow around my crotch, and dribble down my balls.

Her eyes lock onto mine, and this time I don’t feel myself being drawn into her, but instead feel her joining me. We are one, in more ways than just the physical at this moment, and she drops her mouth back to mine as she hungrily kisses me.

Need, lust, desire, joy, and pure unadulterated ecstasy flood through my entire being as I swell inside this petite female, and shoot my seed deep into her clutching cavity.

She cries out into our kiss as she feels me flood her chamber with my cum, and once again energy crashes into me as she has her second orgasm.

Panting, she rolls off me, and we both lie on the ground, trying to catch our collective breaths.

That was intense
, I think, my mind rolling over the last few minutes. Despite being slightly out of breath, I feel like I could sprint an entire marathon. I feel like I’m on top of the world, and nothing can go wrong. I feel—

“I’m so sorry,” she says next to me, and I can hear true sadness in her tone. “I drew too much energy from you. I promise it was an accident. I couldn’t control it here. I was really beginning to like you, too. I already miss you, Lyden Snow. I’m sorry I killed you. I really thought I could control that aspect of my nature.”

I still have so many questions I wanted answered before I died, too. Who paid my medical bills? Why can I see Angela when she tries to be hidden? What is this new place the succubus has taken me too? And why do I feel so dang good right now?

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Chapter 02

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Dancing with the Devil

“I’m sorry I killed you.”

Those words bounce around inside my skull, crushing the euphoric mood I was in.

Dang-it, Lyden. She’s a succubus! You knew that. Why did you just have sex with her?
These thoughts flood through my mind as I play over the last little few moments of ecstasy.

The sex had been fantastic, if short. Even now, knowing that my death is only a little ways away, I still feel great and energized. I’d thought that I would be exhausted and worn out after being drained by a succubus, but maybe it’s more like a mosquito: They drain you, but you really don’t feel it, until the itching starts.

Turning my head to look at her, I’m saddened to see a real tear slide from the corner of her left eye, and drop down to her ear. Once again, I’m shocked to see something I never would have expected. A demon crying? Over killing a mortal? Will wonders never cease. . . .

Something in my heart tugs at me, and a strong desire to assuage her guilt comes over me, despite the sinking feeling in my gut. “At least I get to die with a beautiful view in my vision.” I give a slight laugh before adding, “And I can even see you clearly.”

I don’t expect the response I get out of her. Almost faster than my eyes can see, she’s up and standing five feet away from me. Her eyes are wide, and shock paints her features while her mouth moves wordlessly.

“Are you okay?” I ask slowly. She looks like a dear ready to bolt. A part of my mind takes in her whole beauty, and I can’t find a single flaw in her slender body. A sparkle at her bald snatch, tells me that even her clit must be pierced in this current guise.

“You. . . you’re alive. . .” Her hand covers her mouth as she continues to stare at me.

“Um, yeah,” I reply confused. “I actually feel pretty good. I thought getting drained would make me feel weak and exhausted, but I feel like I could climb Everest without taking a break.”

“But,
how
? I felt your energy flood into me when you came.” Her legs seem to decide at that point to quit supporting her. “I know this feeling. . . . This life-force I’m now filled with. You should be
dead
! No normal person could survive giving up that much power.”

Time slows as she begins to fall, and somehow I easily stand and reach her before she completely collapses. Catching her in my arms, she stares at me in newfound wonder and curiosity as time resumes its usual pace. Her left hand slowly reaches up, and she palms my cheek.

“Are you real?” she asks me, and I can’t stop the laugh that bursts forth from my chest, a deep sound that actually seems to reverberate through the open fields around us. There’s no malice in my laughter, but pure joy. Not that long ago, I’d thought she wasn’t real. “But how?” she asks again, and I realize that I’m not going to die. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that I’ll live.

I throw her into the air, and I’m surprised at the strength in my limbs. It’s not that she’s heavy; she likely weighs less than a hundred pounds. No, it’s just that before the accident, I probably only could’ve lifted her off the ground; not throw her ten feet into the air.

I also catch her easily as she lands lightly in my arms. Setting her carefully back on the ground, I look down at myself, and almost start laughing again. I’m still skinny, but I have more definition now. Not quite what you might call sculpted, but definitely toned. I can feel the raw strength in me far exceeds the muscle mass to support it.

And my cock! Holy Hanna! I’ve never been one of those guys that has to make jokes about how big my cock is to compensate for, well, anything, but I was by no means a monster down there either. I’ve always been comfortable with my manhood. Now I almost feel like I could play baseball with my pecker if I wanted to, and hit a homerun every time! Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating now, but it
is
bigger than it ever has been before, and that’s while it’s limp.

“What are you?” Angela asks me, and I look back to her, wondering about her question.

“What do you mean?” I ask in response.

“I mean, you were seemed human while you were recovering in the hospital. The amount of energy that flooded into me when you came was enough to feed me for a month, and kill you. By all rights, you should be dead, but. . . but you’ve changed.” There’s awe and wonder in her tone as she steps up to me and runs her hand along my chest.

“Maybe it’s this place,” I say, trying to come up with something to explain it. “Every time you. . . er. . . had yours, I was flooded with energy too. I feel more alive than I ever have before.” Despite what we’d just done, and the fact that we’re both still naked, I have a hard time talking about her having an orgasm.

There is a twinkle in her eyes as I stutter, but it turns quickly to confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. The energy had to have come from somewhere.” Her eyes examine me again, and I start to feel self-conscious as she ponders. “We’re both stronger now, but why?
How
?”

My underwear is nothing more than rags now, so I have to free-ball it as I pull on my pants and shirt. It’s only now that I realize I’ve been moving without the aid of the crutch. I feel better than at any other time in my life, and I find I keep chuckling to myself, truly happy for the first time in a very long time.

“I may know someone who might know what’s going on,” she tells me hesitantly. As I look at her, I watch in amazement as her clothes materialize around her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing something in her tone, despite my shock of seeing what I can only refer to as magic. My world isn’t the same anymore.

“Nothing,” she tells me, shaking her head, and I know she’s lying, but something tells me not to push it. “We should get you home for now. There’s no telling how much time has passed in your world.”

“My world?” I ask as I follow her lightly back to the tree we rode up in.

She slows, and twines her fingers into mine as she smiles at me. “The world we’re in now is a shadow of yours. In many ways it mirrors Earth, but because it’s only a shadow, it’s more malleable.”

“And this is where you live?”

“Many of us live here,” she says blandly.

“More succubusses, er, succubae?” I think that’s the plural of succubus. Didn’t she use that term earlier?

“Succubae,” she tells me. “And more than just other succubae. All the creatures from your myths and legends. Those that were persecuted by the humans, and driven from the world we used to share.” Despite her words, I don’t sense any chagrin in her tone.

“
We
persecuted
you
? I thought those creatures fed on humans,” I say, feeling defensive.

She laughs before answering. “Of course. The victors always write the history books. Yes, some did feed on humans, but not all of them. That’s like saying that humans are all murderers, because a few bad apples are.”

That makes sense, but something about the way she’d said that. . . “You weren’t around when it happened.”

“Ha! No, I wasn’t even a mortal back then. That all happened well over a millennia ago.”

The bark of the massive oak tree separates, and we step into the elevator, before I ask, “Do you remember how you became a succubus? I mean, how you lost your mortality?”

“If you’re thinking that you’re becoming an incubus, it can’t be. I made a deal with a demon, which split off a small part of itself, and I became as I am now.” She must sense my unease at her statement as she steps away from me, new worry in her eyes.