The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (15 page)

I know I’m coming close and move both of my hands to her bum, using my strength to lift and then slam her back down on me. Sucking hard on her tiny nipple, almost sucking her entire teat between my lips, I prepare for what I know will be a strong ejaculation.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she says breathlessly, but her words aren’t registering in my bliss-fuzzed brain. “I want you in my pussy. I want to feel your cum flood my cunt.”

Just then, my body locks up tight as my penis swells, and I begin to fill her intestines with my seed. My body continues to convulse as I feel her insides rippling around my rod, driving my pleasure higher and higher.

When reality comes crashing back down around me, her last words sink in, and she’s hugging me tight. Even as my cock shrinks, her rear doesn’t let me go, and I realize that her shuddering is from crying, not ecstasy.

“Angela, what’s wrong?” I ask, worry washing away the last vestiges of my orgasm, but she just shakes her head. “Angela, please, it was too late for me to change. I promise I’ll do it next time,” I plead with her.

Her head lifts from my shoulder, and I can see tears still streaming from her eyes, though some small part of me notices that it’s not marring her makeup. Even that small movement feels good on my softened tool, and she must notice it too as she blurs and is away from me in an instant, now fully clothed. My body, where she’d been just a few seconds before, suddenly feels cool despite the early morning Egyptian heat.

“I can’t. . . .
We
can’t do it again. The temptation was too much. I almost . . . made a huge mistake.” My heart plummets to hear the sadness in her voice.

A mistake? I’m a mistake? “Angela, I’m so sorry. I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?” I stand in the sand and only now realize that sweat is pouring from every pore. It’s getting really hot out here under the Saharan sun, and I still don’t have any clothes. I’d be tempted to get into the water, if I still weren’t so afraid it would devour me this time.

She’s back to my side in an instant, her hand on my cheek as she gazes up at me. “Not you, Lyden. Me. I wanted to. . . . Well, it doesn’t matter now. It didn’t happen, and it should never happen. The temptation is too strong, so we shouldn’t be together anymore.”

I attempt to place my arms around her, confused and hurt by her words, but she pulls away again, and before I can say or do anything, large bat-like grey wings protrude from her back and she takes to the air.

I’m just about to bring out my own wings and follow her, when I hear a groan from the water and turn to see Brooke start to roll over.

Brooke! I’d completely forgotten about her. Is she okay? I hadn’t felt myself get drained when in her dreams, and sudden fear that I hadn’t done enough engulfs me. I’m still worried about Angela, but for right now she’s healthier than Brooke is. My mind tells me that I need to worry about Brooke, but my heart still aches.

I rush to the mermaid’s side, even braving the seductively lapping water, to check on my friend.

“Brooke, are you okay?” I ask, placing my hands on her shoulders. Her top half is still human, and covered in the same scale mail that I saw her in when she’d helped save us from the orcs. Only now do I realize that they match the same shade and pattern as the scales of her fish’s tail.

“Lyden, what. . . ?” Her eyes open, and she gives a slight smile as she looks up at me.

“How do you feel?” I ask, worry and fear still thick in my tone.

She ponders that for a moment, and I watch in awe as her tail splashes the water a few times. “Better, thanks to you.” She looks around in confusion before asking, “Where are we?”

“Egypt,” I tell her, “on the shore of the Mediterranean.”

“Help me out of the water?” she asks, then does a double take. “Lyden, you’re not afraid of the water anymore?”

I give a self-deprecating laugh before answering. “Terrified. But you needed me more, so here I am.”

I watch tears well up in her eyes as I help her to her transforming legs, replete with a blue scale dress, the same material as her top. Only now do I realize that her lower armor somewhat resembles a fish’s tail.

Will I ever stop making women cry?

“You really did save my life,” she says, and I know her tears are ones of happiness. “Wait, where’s your succubus?”

I’m silent for a long while as I contemplate how to answer that question.

“Gone,” is the only word I can manage to say. Even so, that single word is filled with pain and anguish.

“Gone? But. . . . Was it because of how you helped me regain strength? With our shared fantasy, I mean?” Confused concern is in her voice as she speaks. I’m still not sure how the fantasy helped her, but I’m not going to dwell on it anymore. The important thing is that Brooke is all right.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I tell her a bit more harshly than I mean to.

Brooke flinches and says something under her breath, and all I catch is, “. . . thought we had a deal.”  Once more I wonder what happened between the mermaid and the succubus whilst I
enjoyed
TanaVesta’s hospitality. Did you catch the sarcasm there?

“How are we going to get home?” I ask, wanting to change the subject, and this is rather important to me. I have no idea how long I’ve been gone, but I’ve probably lost my job. I spent about two whole days in the Shadow world. While it had been the weekend, with the way time varies between the two worlds, I probably can’t make it all the way home before Monday, if it’s not already well into next week. Or next month.

“I—“ Brooke starts to speak, but a noise distracts her, and I don’t get to find out what she’d been about to say.

Looking out over the water, I see it begin to bubble and rise. Whatever is under the surface is getting closer and fear grips my heart. Is it some monster summoned by TanaVesta to bring me back? That doesn’t sit right. TanaVesta controls fire. Why would she have a creature in the water? Maybe it’s just the water, trying to reclaim what it lost a couple decades ago.

“It’s finally going to get me,” I say in terror as I hear Brooke murmur, “He’s finally coming to collect me,” with just as much fear.

I want to run. I want to live. Somehow my legs have a different plan as they lock up tight. I look at Brooke. She stares back at me. Our fear builds off one another, and I watch her lips move, but I can’t hear the words over the sound of whatever is coming out of the water. I don’t need to hear them however as they’re easy to read.

“I love you.”

I open my mouth to shout something back, but whatever is in the water breaks the surface. I can’t quite make out what it is. Something orange and rounded. It only takes a couple more seconds, which seem to take an eternity to pass, before I gasp in recognition of the thing. But how? How did it get here?

The Orange Bubble pulls up next to us, honking happily, and I hear the engine turn off.

Brooke is the first one to break from our stupefaction. “Um, Lyden, what is your car doing here?”

“Picking us up,” I say, not entirely sure how the car had gotten here either. I remember it suddenly being outside Becky’s house last week, but through town and through the Atlantic Ocean are two
very
different things.

“I can see that, smartass. I want to know
how
.” She steps back from holding onto me.

“I don’t know. Ever since Angela had some Cyclopes fix it up, it’s been acting a bit strange.” Angela’s name on my lips reopens that fresh wound, but I’ve got other things I need to deal with right now.

Why did she go and abandon me?

I shake myself to get rid of the thought as Brooke takes a tentative step over to my car.

“She managed to get Cyclopes to work on this? They almost never touch anything mortal-made,” she tells me in awe. “They’re Poseidon’s offspring, you know.”

“Poseidon? As in the Greek god of water?” I ask, dumbfounded. I thought the Greek gods were myths. Yup, just like succubae, mermaids, trolls, and dragons! When will I quit being shocked or so naïve?

“Or Neptune as he was known by the Romans. The pompous man was god of the sea, not just water. Of course, ‘god’ is an overstatement. The ancient gods as they were known, were nothing more than powerful beings that used humans as their pawns. Egyptian, Greek, Sumerian, they were pretty much all just pumped up megalomaniacs.” She runs her fingers around the rim of the still dripping door, before looking back at me, her eyes wide and full of wonder. “The succubus must have paid a heavy price to have this done. Cyclopes are not known for being generous. Even though they’re the offspring of a sea god, most mermaids avoid them. They can get rather . . . violent.”

Again Angela comes up, and again I have to push her away from my thoughts. It’s a little harder this time, but I manage after a couple of silent moments.

“How do you think it found us, and do you think it can get us home?” I ask, trying to focus on the present.

“It’s your car, so it’s probably linked to you. As long as you’re on Earth, it should be able to find you. As far as getting us home, yes. It got here, didn’t it?” The way she says that so matter-of-factly makes me feel foolish. What other tricks does my car have up its sleeve? Or wheel well as the case may be?

“Then let’s get going. Do you think it can fly?” I ask, getting into the driver’s seat, and starting it up. The keys are conveniently in the ignition. I’m glad to note that the interior is completely dry.

“Probably not,” I’m told as the beautiful redhead gets into the passenger’s seat. “The one-eyed beasts aren’t much for being airborne.” The doors close, and then lock on their own.

Oh crap! “Then how—“ I start to ask, a terrifying thought entering my head, but I’m cut short as my car’s tires spin in the sand of their own accord and we head back for the water. “No, no, no, no. . .” I repeat, scrabbling at the door, trying to open it. It’s locked, and no matter what I try, it won’t open. The brakes and steering wheel are just as unresponsive. I watch in horror as the bumper dips into the waves and keeps on going. Mentally I try to stop my car from trying to kill me, but it seems to have a mind of its own, ignoring my frantic mental commands.

“Lyden, calm down,” Brooke’s voice says next to me. “You need to breath normally, or you’re going to hypervent—“

Whatever she’d been about to say is lost as blackness creeps into my vision. I can feel the sea swallow me, and I know that this time it won’t let me go.

* * * *

“Lyden, wake up,” Brooke’s sweet voice penetrates the fog around my mind, but I keep my eyes closed.

“Oh, Brooke,” I say to the mermaid, glad to have my friend there. “I was having the worst nightmare. I dreamt that my car was trying to kill me by driving us into the sea.”

“Um. . . .” The uncertainty in her tone makes my eyes slowly crack open. I see a school of some kind of colorful fish swim past the driver’s side window.

Panic grips my heart again, but Brooke grips my face and makes me stare into her green eyes. Sea-green eyes, like the sea around us.

“You’re going to be fine. Your car’s not trying to kill you. I’m here. That’s right. Just concentrate on me right now.” Her soft crooning voice breaks through my fear and I can feel my heart rate lessening. “You’re entirely safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I nod thankfully to her, but that’s not good enough. “I want you to say it. Say you’re safe,” she commands.

“I’m safe,” I say aloud, and surprisingly feel safer. “I’m safe with you,” I say again, feeling stronger now and making her smile.

Even though I feel safer, I don’t dare look outside.

“Good,” she tells me, releasing her grip on my face. “Now then, we need to talk.”

And there goes my slightly growing feeling of contentment. I’ve not dated a lot of women, but whenever a woman says those fateful words, it usually means something like, ‘You’re a nice guy, but . . .’ or ‘I don’t want to hurt you, so . . .’ It’s
never
been, ‘Hey, I think I want to introduce you to my friend and have a threesome!’

“It’s about what happened when you were in my mind.” I have nothing to say and so keep my mouth shut. Thinking about how long we’re likely to be travelling through the water, I’m afraid this trip is going to get rather awkward. Of course, I guess she could always get out and swim if she really wants to. “I didn’t really have a lot of control in there. It really was like a dream to me, so if I said or did anything that bothers you, I want to apologize.”

That’s absolutely
not
what I expected to hear.

“Apologize?” I ask, thoroughly confused. “There’s nothing that needs apologizing for.”

For some reason she frowns slightly at my words.

“I . . . said some things that I shouldn’t have, and don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” she says looking at her clasped hands resting lightly in her lap.

I immediately know she’s talking about when she’d said she loves me. If she didn’t really mean it, then why did she tell me again on the beach? Just because she thought we were going to die? Wouldn’t that have made her more honest?

“Oh, that?” I ask, trying to sound off-handed. “Don’t worry about it. I know how dreams can take a life of their own.”

She smiles at me, but I can see a bit of pain in her eyes. What does she want from me? I can’t confess undying love for her. Don’t get me wrong, I care for her deeply and it may even be love, but I really don’t want to get my heart broken again. It still hurts from Angela’s leaving and I don’t love her.

“I’m glad,” she obviously lies to me. “We can’t really be together. It’s against too many of our laws.”

And just like that, I think I understand Angela’s actions. Hadn’t she told me that she can choose when to procreate? That would explain why she’d wanted to do anal, so that she wouldn’t be tempted to get pregnant and why she’d acted like she had at the end. I wonder what would have happened if I had cum into her womb. I could’ve become a father. Another cambion, perhaps like me, would be born. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

Then I remember something else. When two different species mate, there is no telling what the offspring may be. We could create a terrible and destructive monster. Or we could create a benevolent being. Either is just as likely.