1. The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 5-9


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

    beneath me. Sensing no movement or even life from Brooke, I keep moving. Am I too late? Did I hesitate too long, and kill her in my procrastination? NO! I have to believe that she’ll be okay. She saved my life when I was a kid, and risked her life to rescue me from TanaVesta’s clutches. Now it’s finally time to return those favors. A cold, bone deep chill sets into me as my wings sink below the surface, and I have to stretch my serpentine neck to keep my head above the water. “Just a couple more steps,” I tell myself out loud, letting my voice be my own encouragement. Where is Lisa when I really need a cheerleader? “A couple more steps, and she’ll be in the water.” The weight on my back suddenly shifts, and I have to carefully turn my almost submerged head to see what’s happening. Angela is flying just above me, and has one of Brooke’s hands in hers, as she tugs the still unconscious woman from me. There is a slight shimmer under the water as her legs slip from my body, but I can’t tell what is happening. Hopefully it means she’s recovering. The cold is really sinking in, and I know that if I don’t get out of the water soon, it truly will claim me for good. I begin the ponderous task of turning my bulk around, and find that I’m breathing heavily from the effort. I’m tempted to change back into my human form, but I don’t think I have the energy for it, and besides, this far out, I’d drown for sure. The beach looks so inviting. Like a great place to take a nap, snuggled into ...
    the sand, head turned and tucked under my wing, and oblivious to the world. “Lyden, what are you doing?” the winged succubus demands, and I realize that I’ve already begun to lie down while still in the water. The sound of the lapping waves still chants to me. Rest. Sleep. Lay down your burdens. Angela still has Brooke’s wrists in her hands, and drags her over to the beach, while I ponderously resume my trek. The waves help push me towards the shore, then become traitorous as they recede back into the sea. Every step seems to become more difficult, as my talon-tipped claws feel like lead weights. Only thirty feet to go, I think. How did I get here? Twenty feet. Why am I here? Fifteen feet. Why am I so cold? I was so warm, not that long ago. Ten feet. So tired. So exhausted. When was the last time I slept? Yes, a nap sounds so good right now. Just lie down, listen to the water, and close my eyes. . . . What is that annoying sound? Why won’t it let me rest? Doesn’t it know how tired I am? “Lyden, you’re coldblooded right now! You’re almost out of the water. Just a couple more steps!” Coldblooded? I can’t be coldblooded, I’m a human. Right? Something doesn’t feel right, and I stand back up, following the advice of the sensible voice. “That’s it, Lyden. One step after another. Keep going. You’re doing great. Just take a couple more steps and you’re out.” “I-I can’t,” I mumble, the exhaustion becoming too much for me. Collapsing to the ground, I finally get my sleep. * * * “Wake ...
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