The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (27 page)

“Please,” the voice is soft, and I barely hear it, but it catches my full attention.

“Who?” I ask, turning back to the globe.

A small creature walks around the light, its right hand brushing the glowing orb’s surface. This is a creature I recognize immediately, with its tiny golden butterfly wings and lithe form covered in a slim golden dress. Her golden hair hangs down to her shoulders, framing a delicate, but pretty face.

“You’re a fairy!” I exclaim.

“Darn it!” she pouts, stamping her tiny foot. “I was hoping for a smarter hero. This one’ll never do.” She tries to fold her arms, but it’s then that I realize her hand isn’t resting on the glowing light, but stuck to it.

“You’re stuck,” I say before I can think better of it.

“Wow! You must be a genius of your kind,” she says, her golden eyes going wide in feigned admiration.

Feeling my ire rising at her condescending tone, I state, “Odd to hear such comments coming from a four inch fairy stuck to a light bulb. I’m sorry I disturbed your rest. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

I turn to head deeper into the hallway, but she stops me.

“Wait! You can’t just leave me here! Do you know what he does to poor innocent fairies like me? What kind of a hero are you?” She gives a cute little shudder, but I don’t buy it.

“Poor and innocent? You must be taking me for a bigger fool than you look right now. Besides, I’m no hero. Hero’s tend to die at the end of their stories.” Okay, I know I shouldn’t treat her like that, but she started it!

To my surprise, she actually starts laughing. Has she gone mad?

“Oh, I like you,” she says after a moment, then seems to examine me. “What are you, exactly? You look like a human, but that’s impossible. No one would be dumb enough to bring any humans to this world, much less to that demon’s home. So what are you? A werewolf? Not many vampires come this way, and you don’t have that aura around you anyway. . . .” No one would be dumb enough to bring a human here, but I brought two. What does that make me?

“I’m a Generator,” I tell her calmly, trying to keep my cool.

“A Generator? No way! I thought they’d been wiped out. That’s so cool!” She grows silent for a moment, and the quiet gets uncomfortable. “So, umm, you gonna rescue me, or what?”

“And risk Marchosias’s wrath?” I ask, thinking about the scary being out there talking to Angela.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” she tells me, shaking her hips suggestively.

This time, it’s my turn to laugh. “Ha, I’ve heard plenty of stories about fairies and their tricks. How do I know this isn’t another one?”

“Oh drat!” she pouts as she stamps her foot prettily. She seems to think for a couple moments, before saying, “I can give you my word three times.”

The way she states that so matter-of-factly makes me think that her statement should make perfect sense to me. It doesn’t, but I pretend as if it does.

“Go ahead,” I say, folding my arms and nodding my head.

She grimaces at me, like I just asked her to do the impossible. She still fills her lungs and says firmly, “I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. Thrice said and done. There! Now get me out of here.”

“Okay, now how do you propose I do that?” I ask. I know she didn’t say exactly
how
she’d reward me, but she did promise no tricks. “I have no intention of replacing you on that orb, and it’s not like you and it will fit in my pocket.”

From out of nowhere, she produces a minuscule blade. Well, miniscule compared to me. For her, it looks like more of a short sword.

“You said you’re a Generator, right?” She waits for my nod before continuing. “So you can heal me?”

“Yeah, but—“ I try to protest, but she cuts me short.

“I’ll cut off my hand, you heal me and we get away.” Her words make sense, but she doesn’t know what she’s asking for.

“It doesn’t work like that!” I hurriedly say as she raises her left hand to lop off the right one. Thankfully she stops and looks at me, an annoyed expression painted across her cute little features. “The only way I can heal is through sex. I can’t just send the energy to you.”

She covers her mouth in a shocked expression, her sword clattering to the tabletop. “You’re one of
those
!” she exclaims, and the way she says it, makes it sound like I’m the biggest lecher in the world. She quickly recovers her blade and points it at me. “You stay away from me. I’m not that big of a fool. You’re not going to get my maidenhead that easily, monster.”
“You don’t understand!” I say, frustration building in me, but I’m trying not to be loud enough to be heard by the demon or Angela. “I’m not trying to take anything from you.”

“Ha! You almost had me believing that the prophecies were coming true. As if a Generator could exist after centuries of being extinct.”  Scorn fills her words now, and I just shake my head. What prophecies is she talking about?

I have more important things to worry about right now.

“Fine, stay here. I don’t know you, and I don’t owe you anything. I came in here to get something to rescue my friend. You’ll have to get the next hapless hero who wanders in here to help you.” Turning away, I look down the hallway and see the table with a number of vials on it. “You’re not worth me risking my life for, anyway.” Okay, so that last is a lie. I know I can’t just abandon her to the demon outside, but I can’t stand the way she constantly belittles me either.

Walking away, I’m surprised that she doesn’t say anything to stop me. I reach the table in short order and groan. Vials of various colors are spread across the table. Some are bubbling, though I can see no source of heat, some glow, while others seem to absorb the light. I have no idea which two vials I’m supposed to grab. Oh, sure, I know I’m supposed to get the blue ones, but which ones are blue? There are days I really wish I weren’t colorblind!

I know I need to go back and ask for help, but then I hear the fairy sobbing, and realize that I can use her without losing face.

Walking back to the diminutive figure, I find her on her knees, head bowed and right hand still on the orb. Her short sword lies in her lap, and I can just make out the sound of her crying.

“Tell ya what,” I say, startling her, “I need your help. Promise to help me, and I’ll figure out some other way to get you free.”

“How?” She lifts her head to look at me. I can see the marks her tears have left on her cheeks. “Only the demon can release me from this trap, or I have to lose my hand. This is my fighting hand, and I won’t give it up, but neither will I surrender my maidenhead to you. It’s hopeless.”

It takes a great effort of will not to try and comfort the little lady. The sword in her lap helps me hold back.

“We don’t have to completely have sex,” I tell her. “I just need to get off with your help. You can keep your maidenhood. I just need to borrow your eyes for a second.”

“My . . . eyes?” she asks, horrified.

“Not like that! I’m colorblind. I need to know which two vials over there are blue,” I explain, and see her visibly relax.

“I still think you’re a pervert, and if you’re lying to me I’ll make you pay.” She brandishes her thin blade at me, emphasizing her point. The way she does it, however, shows me that she isn’t very experienced with her left hand. “But if it will get me out of here, then I’m willing to give it a try. How do you propose I help you?”

I blink, realizing that this is going to be a problem. At about four inches tall, she can’t exactly give me a blowjob, and I don’t particularly care to get my cock that close to the orb anyway. I don’t think even my size changing prick will accommodate her tiny kisser. I don’t think we have time for me to fall asleep to enter her mind.

I remember the first night Becky and I had been together, and how I had received energy from Lisa as she’d masturbated while watching us. Could it work the other way? Wow, I
am
a pervert!

“You’re going to need to masturbate,” I tell her, feeling my cheeks go red at the request.

One delicate eyebrow rises at my words, but she just mumbles the word, “Pervert,” before sitting back down and lifting the hem of her golden skirt with her left hand. She’s wearing nothing underneath, and I watch as she glares at me while her free hand goes to cover her crotch. I can just make out a tuft of golden hair above her tiny slit, before her hand covers it. She glares up at me. “Pervert,” she mutters again, but she begins to move her fingers from side-to-side. Her eyes never leave mine, even when I unzip my pants and pull out my own member.

Despite the atmosphere in here, I’m already hard as I begin stroking my length.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” she demands, heat in her voice. “Did you want to watch me play with myself, while you stroke yourself? Do you like humiliating little fairies like this?” Despite her words, I notice her hand picking up speed, and her eyes dropping to my man-meat occasionally. “Maybe if I spread myself wide for you, it will help with your perverted nature, and we can end this sooner.” She matches words to actions, and I watch as she uses two fingers to spread her lips, showing me the delicate canal inside. Despite her behavior, I can easily see that she’s wet and enjoying herself.

I only grunt in response, not wanting to take my eyes off her.

“Not enough?” she demands, and though it sounds like she’s angry, I can see a smile in her eyes. “Maybe I need to expose my chest to you as well.” She’s able to slip the strap of her dress off her left shoulder, but with her hand still stuck to the light, she leaves the other strap up. It’s enough to bare one breast, though, and I watch, enjoying the way she twiddles her fingers around her already stiff nipple.

I pick up the pace on my own member, moaning softly to let her know that I’m getting close. Is it just me, or is this hallway getting brighter?

“Still not enough?” she asks, but ruins it with a slight moan. “I guess I’m going to have to get really depraved.” Leaving her breast exposed, she returns her hand to her pussy, using her pointer finger and pinky to spread her labia, she drives her middle two fingers inter her noticeably dripping snatch. Her eyes close slightly as her head drops back, and she furiously moves her fingers in and out. She can’t deny she’s enjoying this anymore as moan after moan escapes her, and when the energy from her orgasm starts to wash over me, I finally reach my own climax.

Hoping it will help, I aim my first shot at her, and it almost knocks her over as it blasts into her chest.

Her head snaps up as my second string arcs its way to her, and quicker than my eyes can follow, she grips her small sword and swings it at her right arm. Her scream is barely muffled as the sharp blade rips through her flesh. She gets her stump up in time to catch the third volley on it, grunting again at the force of the impact. To my orgasm-fuzzed surprise, she even begins to scoop up my spunk and shovel it into her mouth.

Finally spent, I place my left hand on the table to keep my balance. A new worry starts to fill me as I notice a number of objects in the room start to dim, including the sword. It
had
gotten brighter in here, I realize, worried about what it all might mean. Did those objects react to my ability, or just to our actions?

My worry over that is short lived however as another is presented to me, in the form of a very sharp blade pointed at my nose. Pointed may be too soft of a term. In truth, I can feel the blade pricking me sharply. I don’t miss the fact that the blade is held in her newly formed right hand.

“You’ve had your fun, pervert, now I demand you get me out of here.” Her tone brooks no nonsense, but I back away, shaking my head and rubbing my tender nose.

“Not until you identify the blue bottles I need,” I tell her. “You promised three times to help me when you were free, remember?”

“Wasn’t your vile act reward enough?” She demands at me, wiping at some of my cum still stuck to her. I bark a laugh at her.

“That vile act saved you and your hand. All I want you to do is tell me which vials are blue, and then you can go your own way.”

She contemplates me for a few seconds. “I thought you were just telling me that story about being colorblind to get my sympathy.”

I have nothing to say to that. She studies me for another moment, then flies over to the table with all the potions on it.

“These two,” she says, examining them. “You need to have someone breathe underwater?”

“I need to rescue a friend,” I tell her, not wanting to give away too much, but thankful that the vials do what their supposed to.

“Well, these are the ones you want, and as promised, there is no trick.” I’d wonder at her words, if she didn’t look so serious.

I stare at the two thin bottles, and while I know they’re the right general color, I have to take her word on the rest.

“Thank you,” I tell her graciously. “Now you can go as you please.”

Grabbing the two vials, I turn and walk back down the cluttered hallway.

“Wait!” the fairy yells, but I don’t stop. I feel something land on my shoulder, but I refuse to look at her. “I can’t get out of here on my own. You, Pervert, will help me leave.”

“First of all, my name is Lyden, not Pervert. Second, I don’t like your attitude, and our agreement has been met. I got you away from the orb, and you told me which vials to take.” I’m trying hard not to smile, but somehow I keep the grin out of my voice.

“You drive a hard bargain,” she says in my ear. “What do you want in return for your continued assistance in getting me out of here?” I open my mouth to say that I don’t need anything, but she stops me. “No! You can’t have my maidenhead. I would rather die than give up that, Pervert.”

“You want out of here?” I ask in annoyance. “What I want from you is a bit of respect. I’ve given you my name, pixie. Use it, or I leave you here.”

“That’s it? Done, done, and done. There, I’ve agreed three times, Lyden. I will treat you with respect, my savior, until we are free of this place,” she agrees quickly. I curse myself for getting annoyed. I probably could have gotten some weapons or something else to aid in saving Brooke, but instead I got a tag-along.