The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (25 page)

Brooke had gone back to the Pillar of Fire’s demesne after finding out that one of the two pillars that TanaVesta had been meeting, and intending to kill, was Varun. The other Pillar was the Pillar of Air, Fujin. The two often traveled together, Fujin helping to carry around a water orb that Varun had to stay in, when not in natural water.

TanaVesta succeeded in killing Fujin, but was too weak to kill Varun afterwards and had locked him up. When the red dragon’s agents had failed to bring me back, she’d sent out a kill order, and then reveled in torturing the Pillar of Water, her antithesis.

With Angela’s help, they were able to rescue Varun, but when he was back in his own realm, he turned on both of them, ordering them to be locked up. Angela barely escaped with her life and came for me, while Brooke is still being held under his power.

“Why did he turn on his rescuers?” Lisa asks, and I’m curious of the same thing. I’m also surprised at how well Lisa is handling everything. I don’t miss the looks that pass between the succubus and the martial artist, however, nor the unhappy looks she gives me afterwards.

For some reason the succubus looks at me, before responding. “Varun has become mentally unstable under TanaVesta’s tortures. He didn’t trust Brooke, and claimed we were part of some elaborate trap set by the Pillar of Fire. Since I used to owe my allegiance to the Pillar of Fire, he didn’t trust me either. The Pillar of Fire is no longer her normal self. She’s changed, and not for the better. More unstable than even when she held you, Lyden.”

“Fire may shine bright, but it also casts dark shadows,” AnnaBelle pipes up. She’d been quiet for the most part, only speaking occasionally. “I will pray to the Lord that she finds her way back to the light.”

Angela gives AnnaBelle a calculating look, before saying, “You know that the Pillar of Light is the same as your God, right?”

The look that crosses the older woman’s face is hard to read, and she withdraws, no longer willing to talk to us. Occasionally I hear her mumbling, “Pillar of Light. . . .”

The sun has long since set by the time we hit the Florida Keys. Too late, it occurs to me that the path to the demesne of Water is likely going to be
in
the water.

“Relax, Lyden,” Angela calmly tells me. “The portal we need is under the Bermuda Triangle.”

“U-under?” My knuckles are white as they grip my seat. It takes all of my concentration to keep my breathing steady as the front of my car dips into the waves. Lisa and AnnaBelle worry too for a moment, but they still handle it better than I do.

“Sleep my love,” Angela whispers to me. “Close your eyes and rest. I will guide your car.”

Almost of their own will, my eyelids droop and close. I picture wide open fields around us, trying to ignore the sounds of water around the Orange Bubble.

“Sleep,” Angela coos again.

I let go of reality, and lose myself in dreams.

* * * *

“I haven’t been able to thank you properly for saving my life,” Angela’s voice whispers to me. I open my eyes, only to find that we are in the black mind-space of one of our minds, minus the red haze. “We’re in your mind,” I hear her again, and know that she’s picking up on my thoughts.

Before I have a chance to speak or react, I feel her lips pressed firmly to mine. There is no mistaking the feeling of her lithe naked body pressed firmly against me.

Despite how pleasurable her lips feel against mine, her words spark a question in my mind that I want answered.

“How did my car save your life?” I ask, trying to pull my face away from hers. She continues to try kissing me, but when it becomes obvious that I want my question answered, she sighs and backs away a little.

“I told you that I had Cyclopes remodel your car, right? Good. Well, they always exact a price as well as a payment.” A price
and
a payment? That doesn’t make sense. “The price was a bit of my soul, to power the car. Don’t bother asking what the payment was, I won’t tell you.” I remember Brooke saying that Cyclopes weren’t very nice, and decide to let her keep that secret.

“You didn’t have to do that for me!” I tell her, not happy about what she had to give up.

“Relax! For a succubus, giving up part of the soul is no big deal. We recover it the next time we feed, and it was the least I could do after putting you in the hospital.” Her eyes grow serious as she meets my gray eyes. “Don’t you realize that every time you’re with someone, you’re doing the same thing? You’re sharing your soul with them, and they with you. The same thing happens when you’re in someone’s mind.  Your soul travels to them temporarily.”

Of course I had no idea!
I want to scream, but the look I feel on my face says it all.

“I see,” she says. “Well, nevermind. It doesn’t hurt you, but you’ll find that any partners you have will become closer to you, and also more loyal, the longer you’re with them.” That would explain Lisa and Becky’s behavior, but I don’t like how callous she is about her soul. She draws in a deep breath, which does wonders for her jewelry pierced b-cup bosom. “Anyway, when I was reunited with the car, the two parts of my soul began working together again and healed both of us.”

“But how can that work?” I ask, confused. “Both my car and you were damaged. How could you both recover? You’d think one would grow weaker, to repair the other.”

Angela laughs, sounding beautiful and not at all derogatory. “By using the same fuel you and your car run off of.” I open my mouth to ask just what my car runs on, but she stalls me. “Are you going to ask questions during our time here, or are you going to let me thank you?”

“I thought you said we can’t be together,” I shoot back, the pain and hurt I’d felt at her loss for the last week resurfacing with a vengeance.

She’s sober for a moment as she considers what I’d said. Just when I’m about to open my mouth and demand an answer, she speaks. “We can’t be together physically, Lyden. I think you’ve figured out why, but in here, in our minds, we’re safe.”

“Because you’re worried about allowing yourself to get pregnant? Don’t you think I should have a say in that?” Just then, something occurs to me. “Maybe I do! Shouldn’t I be able to choose when to procreate?”

“Maybe. I don’t know,” she hedges, then turns serious. “But you don’t understand the danger! We would be hunted. Assassins would try to kill our child as well as us. There is no telling what our offspring may be. Many are so screwed up from their mixed parentage, that they become insane and very dangerous. It’s always better not to risk it.” I can’t help but wonder how many times the law about interbreeding has been broken.

“Hmm, hunted you say?” I ask, sarcasm thick in my tone. “Why does that seem familiar?”

“Okay, okay,” she relents. “But right now, we are in here, and unless you plan on doing something in front of our guests in your car, we’d better get started. I’m still a little weak from my torture, and could really use a bit of you!”

She doesn’t even wait for me to respond this time, before speeding into me and tackling me to the black ground. Her lips press against mine with a passion and need that refuses to be held off. Her crotch rubs against me frantically, making me want to forgive and forget her absence this past week.

My hands drop to her naked rear, and I command my clothes off. She gasps into our kiss as her already sopping wet pussy comes into contact with my stiff rod. I feel her orgasm gush over my cock at the same time. I still don’t feel the energy from it, however.

I remember what she’d said about this energy being a trading of souls, and how every time it happens, whoever I’m with will become closer to me. I’m not naive enough to think that it doesn’t happen both ways.

Angela sits up, reaches between us grasping my hard cock and without slowing down impales her cunt on my sword. Her insides ripple around my length, attempting to conform to my size, while my own manhood tries to do the same for her, oddly intensifying the sensations we’re giving each other.

“Oh, Lyden. Please forgive me, I’ve missed you so much, and need this so badly right now!” she cries out as her buttocks sit forcefully in my lap.

On inspiration, I grab her face, looking deep into her hazel eyes, before saying, “Angela, you’re forgiven.” Tears well up in her eyes, and she tries to hug me close, but I don’t let go of her slender face. “But if you ever leave me like that again, there will be no going back.”

I let go of her, and she nods once before dropping her lips back down to mine and kissing me softly. This time there is no need or lust in the kiss, but instead it’s filled with love and tenderness. My heart expands for the succubus, and even though I don’t know what I’m going to do about Becky and Lisa, I know I can’t give Angela up.

The blue-haired punk’s hips pick up a rhythm that belies the tender love of her kiss. Even in the vast emptiness that we created in our minds for this coupling, the sounds of her pelvis slapping against mine seems to echo around us. She grunts every time she brings her hips down, and soon has to break the kiss in order to gather her breath.

I take the opportunity to sit her up slightly. I latch onto one of her nipple rings. Without moving us physically, I mentally change our positions so that I’m on top, and start pounding my pelvis against her, driving my phallus deep into her with each impact. I revel in the way her ever-changing twat feels around my shaft. My left hand mauls her right breast, enjoying the firm softness of her flesh as I feel her second orgasm through my cock. As I’m becoming used to, I don’t feel any energy transference from her.

The bliss of that, coupled with my emotional state, sends me over the edge. My eyes snap open as I feel myself back in my body again, sitting in my car, and I loose my seed into my underwear.

“You’d better not leave me, either,” Angela whispers softly into my ear, and I can hear the grin in her tone. She’d done that on purpose!

I’m about to have a few choice words with her, but Lisa pipes up from the back seat, and I forget all about the succubus’s trick.

“What’s that haze ahead of us?” the martial artist asks. I have to force myself to look into the water flowing past the submerged Orange Bubble.

Headlights shine on two ancient columns, standing upright and covered in barnacles and other sea life. Between them is a shimmering that reminds me of the portal in TanaVesta’s lair.

“We are deep under the Bermuda Triangle. That’s the path into Varun’s demesne,” Angela says, and even I can’t miss the note of fear in her soft voice.

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Chapter 12

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Marchosias

We sit motionless near the dim ocean floor, the recently recovered Orange Bubble’s headlights shining on two ornately carved columns. Fish swim around both my car and the columns, but not between the barnacle-encrusted edifices.

Shimmering between the two pillars is the portal to the Shadow World and Varun’s demesne. None of us speak as we contemplate what lies ahead of us. Varun, the Pillar of Water, is holding my childhood friend, the assassin mermaid Brooke, captive. Despite her role in freeing him from the Pillar of Fire, he has imprisoned her.

“Is the plan to stare at that portal?” AnnaBelle asks, and I give a guilty start at her voice. The longer we wait, the longer Brooke suffers.

“Can my car go through that?” I ask, unsure now that I’m faced with going through with this. I’m not questioning the fact that we need to go save her, but whether we can pull this off. A succubus tied to the fire element, an Aikido instructor, a woman with more religious faith than I feel is emotionally healthy, and me; a Generator with unknown skills and abilities. Oh, and the Orange Bubble, a magical Volkswagen Beetle.

“How do you think I got it back from the Cyclopes after getting it fixed up?” Angela gives a nervous laugh. It’s only then that I remember that Cyclopes are supposedly the offspring of Poseidon. I desperately hope we don’t run into
Him
! It’s taking all my effort not to freak out about being surrounded by so much water as it is, and the thought of facing a water god is daunting enough. Knowing that Varun is even more powerful than Poseidon doesn’t encourage me.

“Cyclopes?” I hear one of the women in the back seat murmur, but I ignore the question.

The water seems to press in all around me. I have the strong desire to turn and go home, but my friend needs me. She’s saved my life more than once, and I can’t turn my back on her. Willing my car forward, I steer it between the two columns.

The car jounces as it lands hard on wet sand. Rain pours down from a dark sky above, but it’s still brighter than the bottom of the ocean had been. I can’t help but wonder where the light comes from in this world. It takes me a few moments to process the changes around us. Waves lap against the sandy beach as wind and rain buffet the Orange Bubble.

“Lyden,” Lisa states, her voice filled with awe, “we are going to have a long talk when we get home. There is a lot you haven’t told us.”

Once again, I’m riddled with guilt. She’d been willing to follow me into danger to save a woman that means nothing to her, and I’ve been keeping a wide range of secrets from her and Becky, my two girlfriends.

“Where to?” I ask, turning to the blue-haired succubus. I can’t look Lisa in the face.

“We’re going to need some help,” Angela says, looking at the two women in the back of my car, and then back at me.

“How did you plan on me doing this by myself?” I ask her. She’d wanted me to come here without her and rescue Brooke, but the further we go towards that goal, the more I realize I couldn't have done this without her.

“I have no doubt you could have done this,” she says with enough confidence that I almost don’t doubt her.  Her eyes gleam at me, and I wonder how much of her statement is how she thinks of me, and how much is her love for me. “We need to see an old acquaintance of mine.”

“Um, this isn’t going to turn out like it did with the Pillar of Fire, is it?” I ask, worry about meeting another one of the succubus’s ‘friends’ making my heart skip a beat.