The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (20 page)

“Lyden,” Jennifer screams. I hear an odd clicking sound, “Any day now. I only have one round in this thing.”

I spare a glance at her. I see she has a double barrel shotgun in her hands, apparently grabbed from the cab of her truck, and I understand her plan. Unfortunately, the fire ant’s attention is back to me as well, and it starts running back my way.

I force my attention back on the cart. I start pulling bags out and dumping the contents of the bags onto the asphalt. Eggs splatter, and a carton of milk breaks open, but no cans of Raid.

“Lyden. . . .” Jennifer yells a warning at me. Looking up, I see the thing inhaling to spew fire at me. I shove the cart and start moving.

Wait, was that it? I lean into the cart, falling in and start tearing at the spot I thought I saw it. The cart continues to roll.

Yes! I cheer in triumph as I hold it up. Naturally that’s the moment that the moving cart hits a curb and sends me tumbling out. I even manage to lose my grip on the can, and watch in horror as it rolls away from me, and under a car.

“Lyden, quit fucking around!” Jennifer screams, but I ignore her as I scramble to my feet just in time to avoid another bolt of searing hot pain. The cart and what contents remained end up well done. If I weren’t so terrified for my life at the moment, I’d almost enjoy the smell of cooked food. Hey, I missed dinner, remember?

Catching up to the can, I reach under the black car, scoop it up, and turn to throw it near the monster. My aim is poor as I’m off balance however, and the can flies straight at the fire ant.

“Fuck!” I scream, yelling the worst word I know in my frustration. Can’t I get at least a little break?

The thing doesn’t even try to dodge, and the can strikes it in the chest. To my surprise, instead of bouncing off, the ants that make up the thing’s body pull the can into its torso.

“Jennifer,
NOW
!” I bellow, and I watch as the things mouth opens to expel fire at me. I know I’m not going to get away from it in time. Everything seems to slow as I watch the heat build up in its throat. I know that I only have a couple seconds left, until I’m a Kentucky Fried piece of chicken. The thing roars, and then appears to grow larger, its chest expanding out. Is it trying to make me extra crispy with more flame?

Jennifer must have shot the thing with her shotgun, I think as the monster is suddenly engulfed in a cloud of smoke and fire.

Something doesn’t feel right, and it’s hard to hear through the loud ringing in my head, but it dawns on me that I’m lying on my back.

And laughing.

I’m alive
, I think, and then can’t hold it in anymore and scream, “I’m ALIVE!”

“But you won’t be free for long unless you get up and we get out of here.” Jennifer leans over me. I find myself thinking about just how large her breasts are. She’s holding her hand out to me. With a strong grip, she pulls me to my feet. My knees almost buckle under my own weight, but Jennifer steadies me. “I hear sirens,” she tells me. Just like that I’m worried again. My apartment is burned up, and after the fires, and the gun shots here, the police are going to want to talk to me.

I let the woman pull me over to her truck, and I get in the passenger side. I wave one last farewell to the remains of the Orange Bubble as we peal out of the parking lot. The flames are dispersing, but I can make out that my car is nothing more than a blackened husk. I can still make out the dent in the top, where it had caught me from my fall earlier in the evening. Thoughts and memories of all the years we’d been together, and even of the time spent under the ocean, flit through my mind as the city zooms by.

At some time, Guard Lansbury puts her shotgun back into the rack in the back window. I only absently note the two unused shells in her hand.

“What made you think to throw the can into it, instead of by it?” she asks me. “I planned on shooting the can as it got close to the thing, but your plan worked much better. I’m guessing that the internal heat was too much for the can, and it exploded. Do you think it’s dead?”

She continues to drone on, and I decide to take a nap.

It feels like I only have enough time to blink, before Jennifer is shaking me awake.

“Wake up, Lyden. If you think I’m carrying your skinny ass into the cabin, think again!”

“Cabin?” I mumble, wiping some spittle from my cheek.

“I thought about taking you back to my place, but I’ve never let another man in there before. The cabin seemed like a smarter choice anyway,” she tells me. I can only smile and nod. I’m completely exhausted. “It only has one bedroom, and the bathroom is out back, but you can sleep on the couch. You look too tired to tell me much tonight, but I expect a full explanation in the morning.”

I stumble more than walk into the cabin and collapse onto the proffered couch. I don’t even notice how dark the cabin is.

“No hanky-panky. I’ll be locking my door,” are the last words I hear before oblivion folds me within its wonderful embrace.

* * * *

Birds chirping are the first sounds to penetrate my consciousness and drag me from a terrible dream of being chased by ten foot ants, waiving their antennae at me, and trying to get me to stay for a BBQ.

“About time you woke up,” Jennifer says, and I look over to see her lounging in a wicker chair, sipping from a steaming cup of something that smells deliciously like coffee.

“Got another one of those?” I murmur as I groggily sit up. She goes to the attached kitchen, and pours me a cup. I realize that there’s no electricity in this place, and know that the coffee must have been made over the wood stove.

“Now start talking,” she tells me as I take my first sip, burning the tip of my tongue on the bitter brew.

“It won’t be easy to believe,” I tell her, but the look she gives me says I’d better get yapping. I tell her about how I’d somehow seen Angela in my office, and everything since then, glossing over the sex, but otherwise giving it to her straight.

“A Generator?” she asks when I get to the part of the story where TanaVesta held me captive. “So you can stick a light bulb in your mouth and make it light up? Like Uncle Fester?”

“Not quite,” I chuckle as I finally feel the effects of the coffee kicking in. “Somehow I draw in energy from someone, magnify it, and then return it.”

“You draw in energy from someone? How?” I can tell she understands that question just about as well as I do.

I’ve been trying to avoid this, but decide that she deserves complete honesty after saving my life last night.

“Sex. Through orgasms, to be more precise.” The look she gives me is enough to know that she doesn’t believe a wink of it. “I’m not trying to make fun of you, I swear.”

“So what about all this stuff you say you can do? Move really fast, or what did you call it? Super-speed? Changing your clothes? Do something like that.”

I try to give her the same look she’d given me, but it just bounces off her tough exterior. “I can’t,” I admit. “I’m worn out and exhausted. I used up too much energy last night, and haven’t been able to recharge, so to speak. I haven’t even eaten since lunch yesterday.”

“If that’s your way of getting into my knickers, it’s not working. As for food, I
had
a whole cart-full. Someone went and got that destroyed.”

“Look, I thank you for saving my life, but I’d probably better get going. No telling when another assassin might come for me.” I stand to leave.

“Not happening,” she tells me while standing up to block me. The strength of her grip on my shoulder, coupled with the fact of how easily she holds me down, causes me to give up. “I already used your phone to call in to work. I told your bitch of a boss that you were sick and pretended to be your girlfriend.”

OUCH! Sheila’s not going to like that! On the plus side, I guess my phone is working fine.

“You didn’t tell me your apartment burned down.” Her tone has turned accusing as she sits back in her chair.

“The fire ant,” I tell her, and she nods.

“So, if I have this straight, you’re some sort of supernatural being that magically creates power. Your best friends are a succubus and a mermaid, and there’s a god-like dragon that’s out to kill you. That sound about right?”

“Well, when you put it like that, it sounds crazy,” I reply defensively. “Besides, you left out my debonair charm and good looks.”

She laughs at my joke, but it’s soon swallowed by an uncomfortable silence.

“Look, Jennifer, I don’t want you to be in any more danger. You saved my hide last night, you’re tougher than you look, but I still count you as a friend and don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Ha!” she snorts back at me. “That’s what your email said. You don’t want to hurt me. Well, did you ever stop to consider how I feel?”

“Um. . . what?” I ask, thoroughly confused. Of course I had thought about her feelings. How else would I have been concerned about them?

“I know I’m no spring chicken,” she says, only deepening my confusion, “but I’m still a woman at heart. I guess there’s no use hiding the fact that I’ve liked you for quite some time. It hurt when I thought you were playing a joke on me. No, I know you weren’t,
now
. Alright, I know I’m not exactly your dream girl, or anyone’s for that matter. I’ll help you out when I can and expect nothing in return. Why are you laughing? Lyden? Don’t you dare! Zip your pants back up! Lyden, stop! Holy fuck, that thing is huge.”

I slowly walk over to the large woman, my cock hanging between my legs.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Mr. Snow, but—“

“Oh, I’m Mr. Snow again? I could have sworn you’d said you would help me out when you could.” My voice is calm as I talk to her. I notice her eyes are locked onto my manhood as I speak. Like a snake before a snake charmer, my animal starts to rise under her gaze. “I’m pretty weak after last night and could use a recharge.”

“I’m not that type of girl,” she insists, but ruins it by licking her lips afterwards.

“I know you’re a virgin,” I say soothingly, and stop while directly in front of her, “and I won’t take that from you if you don’t want me to. All I need to do is please you.”

“Please me?” Her voice has taken on an almost dreamy quality.

“Yes,” I whisper, reaching out and running my hand along her cheek.

“I’ve never. . . . I mean, it’s so. . . . But. . . . If you’re sure this will help you,” she finally capitulates, and I guide her mouth towards my engorged cock. Her tongue tentatively pokes out, and when the tip contacts the sensitive underside on the head, I make it jump, startling her. “Did I make it do that?” Somehow this new innocent side to this woman that has always been so blunt and crass is turning me on.

“You did,” I lie to her, and feel warmer inside at the smile she gives me.

Her right hand comes up, grips the base of my cock, and gives it a few firm squeezes as if to assure herself that it’s there.

Panic suddenly flares in her blue eyes, and she rips her hand away as if burned.

“No, this will turn out badly. It’ll become some joke to you, which you’ll laugh about with your friends. Talking about the big beached whale you fu—“

My mouth pressed to her lips silences her protestations. While she remains tense for a few extra moments, she finally and completely surrenders.

“No jokes,” I whisper, breaking the kiss. “No one to barge in and make fun of you. This morning it will just be me and you. If you never want anyone to hear about this, then fine. I promise that I’ll not make fun of you for doing this for me.” Turning it around, to make it seem like a favor to me, seems to do the trick. Her arms dart up to pull my face back down to hers.

“Just remember. If I end up regretting this, I have quite the personal arsenal at home. I know how to find you.” With that threat in my ears, our lips meet once again. I’m reminded of what a phenomenal kisser she is. Her tongue licks along my lips, enticing mine out to meet it, only for hers to dodge back behind her teeth. After teasing me like this for a bit, I finally catch her tongue by sucking it into my mouth, and wrestling with it between my teeth.

My hands aren’t idle either as I have them at first on her cheeks, but let them fall down across her shoulders, her thick arms, and then to her waist. Finding the hem of her shirt, I slowly begin to lift it up, but her hands stop me.

“No. You don’t need to see that,” she tells me, but I’m not willing to listen. I keep tugging, while bringing my lips back to her talented mouth. After a few seconds, when it becomes obvious I’m not going to give up on getting her shirt off, she sighs, and I quickly get it up over her giant breasts.

Breaking the kiss, I reach into the right cup of her bra, pull out the hidden bounty, and marvel at her flesh. Her areolas are the perfect size for her bosom, and it might be my color-blindness, but they blend in well with the surrounding skin. Her nipple is large and taut, just begging to be sucked.

Well, who am I to argue with such begging? Dropping my face to her bazongas, I latch onto the rubbery teat, and relish the way the rest of her breast conforms to my face. They’re soft and warm, and if I could actually breathe while suckling her flesh, I’d want to live here forever. Her boobs are actually bigger than my head! They even put TanaVesta’s to shame.

Her hips gyrate beneath me as I press her harder into the chair. I can hear her moaning as I come up for air. My hands reach under her, and for once it only takes me a couple attempts to get her over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder unclasped. Her shirt and bra come off in one fluid motion. I mash my lips back to hers as my hands reach between us to start pulling down my pants. It doesn’t take long before I’m only in my socks, and working on her pants.

And then we’re both naked.

Moving my mouth to her other tit, I allow my fingers to explore her sex. I’m pleasantly surprised by how wet she already is. It takes me a second to work in even a single finger, she’s so tight. I remember that she’s still a virgin and back off for just a second.

“I’m not trying to stop, but you’re still a virgin. I don’t want to hurt you, but if we continue—“ I attempt to be a considerate lover, but she’s not having it.