The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (54 page)

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I look around at the other women. “You can come,” I say, “but only as far as Angela says it’s safe. From that point on, it will only be her, Areth, and me.” I see Becky open her mouth to argue, and I glare at her, “
I have spoken, and I will not be ignored!
” I bellow at the top of my lungs, rage giving power to my voice. Shocked glances abound as I stand and flee the room before I let my wrath take complete control.

Once back in the Orange Bubble, I scream at the top of my lungs, letting out my pent-up frustration before collapsing back onto the bed and ordering my car not to let anyone in.

Because my car should have remained locked, I’m startled half out of my wits when a hand gently shakes my shoulder.

I don’t even hesitate as I roll away from my attacker, drawing Muramasa fully from his sheath.

Yes! Let me feed. I hunger for blood. Allow me to taste her sweet essence!
the sword bellows in my mind as its miasmic energy suffuses the inside of my car. I can already feel its influence growing, my willpower weakening even more, now that it’s free of its sheath.

Her? The thought crosses the outskirts of my mind, and it takes some effort to focus through the bloodlust Muramasa is forcing into me.

Angela sits frozen on the edge of the bed, mascara rimmed eyes large in fright and one hand covering her mouth. With my senses sharpened by the cursed blade’s power, I can see she’s shaking in abject terror.

She was going to kill you in your sleep. You know she can’t be trusted. You didn’t want anyone in here, and she snuck in to finish you off. Kill her now, before she attacks. Don’t hesitate, or it will be too late.
Feed
me!

I take a slow step forward, wary of any traps, but trying to sort out my own thoughts. How did she get in here?
Why
is she in here? Is that really fear in her eyes, or a ruse to lull my senses? Too many questions and not enough answers.

I can see her lips moving now as she lowers her hand slowly, hazel eyes locked on Muramasa, but I can’t hear her over Muramasa’s demands to let him feed on her essence.

Slowly, I pull back the blade, ready to defend or attack at any moment. Placing my left thumb against the impossibly sharp blade, I slide it up, wetting the edge with my blood. I stifle a moan as even the small cut hurts much worse than it should. As Muramasa siphons off a portion of my soul.  Still with my eyes riveted on Angela, I carefully turn the blade, and then shove him back into his sheath. My wicked blade cries out in anger at being thwarted from feeding fully, but his voice is muffled now that he’s sheathed.

As soon as I hear the cross guard strike the top of the sheath, my knees buckle beneath me, and I stumble forward, tripping onto the bed.

That was too close, I think, swallowing breaths in huge gasps. Sweat breaks out across my body at the effort I’d had to expend to keep from blindly attacking the succubus.

“Lyden?” I hear the blue haired women say my name, and I realize she’s been talking to me for a bit. “Lyden, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I can’t do this,” I moan despairingly. “It’s too much.”

I feel her hand tentatively touch my back, and when I don’t react, she slowly starts to rub. “Oh, Lyden. I know you’re carrying quite a burden, but it will lighten soon. Just one more day. Tomorrow, we’ll get to Masamune, and break you free of the curse.”

Rolling onto my back, I glare at her, my heart thumping painfully in my chest from anger. “You don’t understand!” I scream at her. “I nearly killed you! I
wanted
to kill you. I wasn’t in control. How much longer before I go completely mad? How much longer before I slip and one of you is dead by my hand?”

Tears blossom in her eyes, but I see her jaw firm as she reaches for me again. “But you didn’t kill me,” she says in a soothing tone that ends up grating on my already raw nerves. “You took control, and I know you can do it again. Tomorrow, I promise you’ll be free from it tomorrow.”

I allow her to pull my head into her lap, and my arms go around her slender frame of their own volition.

“How did you get in?” I ask when I know my voice is under control.

“Like me, the car may be yours,” she tells me, “but its soul is mine.” I understand then why she was able to get in, even though I’d locked the doors. I’d been a fool to think that would stop her. Or had my katana made sure I didn’t think of that? Her fingers play slowly with my hair, and I feel myself relaxing bit by bit. “Lyden?”

“Yes?” I ask, realizing I had been slowly drifting off.

“You’re going to need all the energy you can get for tomorrow.” Her voice comes to me softly, almost hesitantly, but I know what she really means.

Smiling, and actually feeling happy, I look up at her. I open my mouth to ask why she’s still dressed, when her clothing vanishes and she smiles back down at me. Her nipple piercings shine in the dim interior of the Orange bubble, and I realize my mouth is mere inches from her crotch.

Turning around in her lap, she squeals when I shove her back and dive into her coochy. Nuzzling her clit piercing with my nose, I dart my tongue between her lower lips as my hands slide up her flat stomach to her metal tipped tits. Grabbing a piercing in each hand, I twist them lightly, enjoying the sounds of her gentle moaning.

Her fingers dig into my hair, urging me on as I suck in her labia minor, lightly nibbling on them with my teeth. When I can sense she’s getting close, I change tactics, and suck hard on her clit, ring and all. After a couple seconds I’m rewarded from my efforts as I feel her orgasmic energy flow into me, renewing what I’d lost moments earlier with interest.

She grips my ears painfully, pulling me up to face her, and a serious mien comes over her as she speaks. “I need you to fuck me right now. It’s been too long, with too much happening in between. Fuck me hard and make me scream, my love.” Without waiting for a response, she pulls my face to hers, mashing our lips together, and I know she can taste herself on my tongue.

Reaching down between us, I start rubbing my head against her slit, feeling the metal nub at the top. Her hips keep trying to rise against me, but I hold off from entering her just yet. I can tell she’s growing frustrated with me by her grunts and moans, but still I hold back. Her juices are flowing copiously from her, her fingers digging almost painfully into my back when she screams out, “Just
FUCK
me already!”

Lifting my head up, I look deep into her eyes. “No,” I tell her firmly, and smile at the shock that registers on her beautiful features. “I want to be with Angelica.”

It takes her but a split second to understand my desire, and I picture her as I’d seen her on the beach in Water’s domain. Her skin transforms from a milky white, to a chocolaty brown, her eyes darkening and changing to an almond shape, her mascara vanishing altogether. Her lips grow firmer, while her breasts grow larger, the piercings fading away into dark brown areolas. I feel pubic hair around my genitals, and I don’t hesitate another moment, driving my hips forward, and impaling her pussy on my pole.

Our mutual moans hit a harmony together as we both enjoy the sensation of completion. I’d forgotten that in this form her silken inner walls don’t conform to my rod and moan some more as I slide from her depths, before diving back in. The tip of my prick hits her inner most parts prior to me withdrawing ‘til only the head is still in her.

“Oh, Lyden!” she mewls, her arms going around my neck as I continuously plunge into her. “Make love to me. You feel so good, filling every part of me. You complete me, my love. Ohhh, yes! I want. . . . I want to have. . . . Oh, damn, I’m gonna—“

I cut her off as I press my lips back to hers, enjoying their soft firmness. I have a feeling I know what she was going to ask for, and right now I’m not sure I can resist getting her pregnant if she voices the request.

Her lubricating fluids gush around my pistoning cock as I grab her large breasts, massaging them and muffling both our moans in our bliss with the kiss.

As she comes down from her high, I release her mouth and roll us over. Her breasts hang down ponderously above me, and I can’t resist tasting them. Her flesh is sweet to my taste buds as she rocks her hips to and fro.

Even though I’m no longer moving in and out of her, the feeling of my rock hard phallus stirring up her insides, churning her cum into a frothy white mess feels absolutely divine.

My own orgasm comes on me quick, and I drop my head back onto the bed, moaning and gripping her hips to move her faster.

“Thank you, Angelica,” I moan, racing to the cliff that I know will send me to new levels of delight. “My love.”

As soon as the last words escape my lips, I feel her vagina clamp down hard on me, and pure unadulterated rapture floods my system. That metaphorical cliff drops out from under me, and I fall headlong into wonder and delight as our souls mix and mingle.

Tomorrow will be a new day with new challenges, but for right now, my entire world encompasses only the two of us.

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Chapter 22

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Striking Forth

I wake up before the sun has even decided to peek over the horizon. Rolling over, I find that I’m alone. Slowly getting dressed, I hesitate for only a moment before buckling Muramasa on. There’s no sense in angering the sword first thing this morning.

Pulling aside one of the golden tapestries, I look outside the Orange Bubble. Even with the distortion of the dimensional differences between the inside and exterior of my car, I can make out a number of people outside. Faces are too distorted to make out, but I can tell they’re waiting for me to come step from my car.

They’re waiting to ambush you. Waiting to take you out. You can’t trust them. You can only trust me. I know what’s best for you. You can trust me.

I take a few moments at my car door to gather my nerves before stepping out. Shoving the voice of my cursed sword to the back of my mind is almost becoming second nature.

There is a difference between knowing that people are outside waiting for you, and stepping out to meet them. It doesn’t help when there are more sets of eyes than you expect, either.

Sheila is already there, staring at my feet in subservience. Becky and Lisa are holding hands, waiting for me to speak. Angela and Brooke are huddled together, and I can see Ondine’s blade on the wrong side of Brooke’s hip. I’m not sure how well she’ll be able to defend herself left-handed, but I seriously hope I don’t have to find out.

Yeah, because every other trip to the Shadow World has been a piece of cake. . . .

Thomas is there, holding a rifle that probably belongs to the large-chested woman holding a shotgun next to him. I didn’t expect to see either of them here, and for a moment I debate on telling them they can’t come. Jennifer must be able to see it in my eyes as she caresses her weapon like a phallus and grins lewdly at me.

Ondine is looking at Thomas, frowning at the rifle in his hands. Knowing how she feels about the older man, I wonder what she thinks about the very human weapon he’s carrying.

AnnaBelle stands off to the side, hands clasped in front of her, and her head bowed in thought or prayer.

Only Areth is actively moving about, listening in on conversations. She looks bored, however, and I can’t help but think that’s a bad situation for the entertainment-starved fairy to be in.

Lisa clears her throat, and gestures for me to do something. It takes a moment to realize they’re all waiting for me to speak.

What words do they want from me? If I had any real say in coming events, none of them would be coming with me, but they’d all made it clear that they were going to come and support me, whether I want them to or not. I take a moment to meet their eyes, before filling my lungs with air and hoping that I don’t shove my foot in my mouth.

“I don’t know what to say,” I tell them honestly, “and I wish that none of you were here.” Frowns meet my statement, but I quickly continue before anyone else can speak. “The friendship I see on this lawn warms my heart more than I will ever be able to say. I can’t ask any of you to follow me on this trip, but I know where your hearts lie, and all are welcome under one condition.

“Understand that I can’t guarantee your safety, especially from me.” Patting the evil blade on my left hip, I harden my gaze to drive my point home. “I’m constantly under attack from this thing, and some of you have seen how unstable I’m becoming. I hope to be able to break this curse and return to who I was, though I understand the curse can’t be truly broken.”

“We’ll find a way!” Lisa shouts at the same time Sheila promises, “I’m here for you when you need me, Master.” The two women frown at each other, but I continue as if neither had spoken.

“I don’t know what we’re going to face, or what will be asked of you. If you choose not to go, no one will think any less of you.” I have to swallow before adding, “In fact, I’m asking you to stay behind. Please don’t risk your life for me.”

“You were willing to risk your life when we were in that demon’s dream world, for a daughter I didn’t really have,” Thomas says, his voice loud and firm. “You followed me, when you had no reason to. I’ve served in Iraq, and if you’ll have me, I’ll serve by your side in this.”

I open my mouth to speak, but a sudden lump in my throat cuts me off.

“You trusted me, even after I tried to kill you,” AnnaBelle adds next. “You’ve shown me that life isn’t just about faith and serving a higher power, though I see great things in what you do.”

“I used to be happy with who I was,” Jennifer says next, before I can formulate a response to the others. “Sure I didn’t get laid a lot, or even at all, but I accepted that. When you changed me into this skinny woman, I was upset at first, thinking that you had changed who I was. Instead, I found I was the same person, but happier and healthier. Lyden, thanks to you, I’ve gotten more cock and even pussy, than I’d ever thought I could get. If saving your skinny ass again is the only price to pay, then I’ll pay it again and again.”