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The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 30-34

Date: 3/5/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Bi-sexual, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Erotica, Hardcore, Mind Control, Author: SSelxuyt, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

gently lift Areth, placing her on Brooke’s blood spattered stomach. I’m sure the pixie won’t appreciate it, but I don’t care either. Lifting Brooke up into my arms, I follow after the demon and his prisoner. “Why were you pretending to be a reverend, anyway?” I ask as we trudge through the sand. “A demon can’t want to do some good?” he asks me, and I shake my head. “Well, I was. I understand why you hate me, but I strive for balance. I do a lot of harm, so I try to do a lot of good as well.” He chuckles again and then adds, “And being this good looking tends to get me into the pants of a lot of religious women. I wonder if AnnaBelle ever slept with him, but I can’t picture it and keep the thought to myself. Apparently he has a back door into his cave, because we don’t pass the place where the Cyclopes live and work. When I realize that we could have taken this way out the last time I was here and avoided the trouble with the one-eyed beasts, my ire grows, but is quickly snuffed. Who cares? What’s done is done. The demon’s lair is just as crowded as I remember, but he clears a spot on a large bed, where I can lay the two slumbering women down. The sheets get covered in gore, but that only makes me smile. I know it’s petty, but that’s all I have in me right now. Ondine stumbles her way to a chair, and is soon snoring. “Touch it!” I hear Marchosias growl. Turning I see one of his glowing ball traps floating between him and the other man. “Fuck you, demon,” the man spits in ... Marchosias’s beautiful face. For his part, the one-time preacher only smiles. “Touch it, or I will personally visit your sister. Trust me when I say she won’t enjoy my attentions.” I wonder why Marchosias doesn’t force the man to touch it. Does it have to be touched of their own free will? “You can’t harm her,” the man sneers. “The Daughters of Respite killed her when we were children.” Marchosias waves a hand, and I see the picture of a little girl form in front of him. The image slowly ages, until I gasp, recognizing the very plain looking woman. “Miranda?” I hear him ask in shock. Then his eyes grow steely and he lifts his bound hands to the glowing orb. It flashes, and I see the man grimace in pain. The ball shoots up, hauling the man into the air until he’s hovering three feet over the ground, by his arms. “That’s Agent Olsen’s brother?” I ask the demon, still stunned. I remember peering into her past, and seeing the attack on her family by werewolves. Miranda had been rescued by the Daughters of Respite, and later became one, devoting her life to killing supernatural creatures. “Yes,” Marchosias says, grinning widely for some reason. “You might be interested to know that she is a werewolf also.” “That can’t be!” I exclaim, not able to reconcile the plain looking woman as a supernatural creature. “The Daughters of Respite would have killed her.” “They killed our parents,” the man dangling from the light growls. “Why would she join them if she survived their attack?” Now I’m ...