1. The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 5-9


    Date: 2/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Erotica, Author: SSelxuyt, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    enemies after me. “Concerning humans?” She waits for me to land from another gliding leap before answering. “We can’t marry or create offspring with humans. Succubae are heavily watched on that law, but we can choose when to mate, and when to just have sex. Also, it’s very heavily frowned upon for two different species to have offspring. There’s no telling what the outcome might be. Some of the worst disasters in both our worlds came from the mixing of species.” I realize that this means I can never truly be with either Angela or Brooke. “How are generators made?” The look she gives me lets me know that my question didn’t come out as smooth as I’d tried to make it. “That’s a heavily guarded secret, and only two of the pillars know: Light and Dark.” Some emotion apparently registers on my draconian features, for she adds, “I’m sorry Lyden. I don’t know how you came to be.” Angela leads the rest of the way in silence, staying aloft, and either she goes slowly for me, or I’m a lot faster in this form, but it only takes us about two hours to reach the Mediterranean. The sight of so much water brings back terrors of drowning, from when I was a kid. My legs lock up, and my heart pounds to see that much water in one place. I know Angela is yelling at me to get Brooke to the water, but I can’t move. Doesn’t she realize that if I get close to that, it’ll rise up and take what it lost so many years ago? I can’t go near it! The waves lapping against the sandy shore seem to be calling ...
    to me. “Come here, swish . Come join us, swoosh . Become one with us, shwash .” “Lyden, she will die if you don’t get her to the water.” Angela’s frantic tone pulls me from the trance that the sea had placed on me, and my vision is swallowed in the succubus’s swirling pupils. “Die?” I ask confused. “I don’t want to die.” Her slap against my scaly face finally breaks the last vestiges of my self-induced terror, and I know what must be done. I have to carry her into the water, my mortal foe. I don’t know if she just has to touch it, or be submerged, but with my current size, I’m going to have to travel further than knee deep to get her there. I don’t know if I can do this. I can still hear the whispers from the waves. I’m so tired. I feel like I’ve run a hundred miles, when I’ve really run a lot more than that. A bone deep weariness starts to seep into my joints, and I think how comfortable the sand would feel to lie upon. Just lie down, and take a week long nap. Doesn’t that sound delightful? The amount of willpower it takes to take the first step with my right foreleg is probably enough to move mountains, but it barely moves me. Thankfully, once in motion, my movements become easier, until all four of my legs are moving in their proper rhythm. The relatively cool water touching my front talons almost makes me stop, but I know that once I do, I’ll never get moving again. My rear legs splash as they enter the water, and my overheated chest is suddenly chilled by a wave passing ...
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