The Generator: The Succubae Seduction Page 2

  “Your ride should be here at any moment,” the large male nurse intones as he wheels me out of the front lobby. The wheelchair isn’t necessary for me to move, but apparently it’s hospital policy that every patient has to be wheeled out. Wouldn’t want someone tripping and suing them, I guess.

  “And you say my hospital bill is already taken care of?” I still don’t know who would have paid it, but I don’t complain either.

  “Lyden!” I hear in relief as I stand up from the wheelchair. I turn in time to see the passenger door to the Orange Bubble swing open. I stare in shock as there doesn’t seem to be a scratch on her. My old car even looks shinier than I’ve ever seen her before. I can’t even see the dent in the front fender where a shopping cart had hit it almost a year ago. “Hop in! We have a lot to talk about.”

  There is no mistaking that short blue hair or those sparkling hazel eyes.

  I’m frozen in place, not sure what to do or say. My delusion is driving my car. She pats the passenger seat, but I turn to see the nurse that’d wheeled me out is staring at her.

  “You see her too?” I ask, almost afraid of the answer.

  “Man, if that’s your girl, you’re one lucky bastard!”

  I have my answer.

  I have to use a crutch to make it to the car, and it takes me a second to get the thing into my cramped little car. I take a deep breath, before slipping onto the passenger seat, and closing my door.

  “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” she tells me in her soft voice. She sticks a slender hand in front of me. “My name is Angela, and I’m a succubus.”

  Okay, so I know that I really probably shouldn’t do it, but I can’t help myself. I burst out laughing. It feels so good to laugh after so long, and I laugh at just having the pleasant feeling of laughing. It takes me a couple minutes to calm down and quit laughing. I even have to wipe tears out of my eyes to clear them, and there is a new pain in my side from laughing so hard. The laughter dies, though as I turn back to her.

  She is deadly serious. I don’t mean that she was serious in a stern sort of way. Oh no! I mean, there are real flames burning behind her hazel eyes. I can actually feel the heat washing over me, and I notice that she’s not watching the road, but easily swerves around a car going slow in the fast lane. Actually as I glance at the speedometer, I see she’s got the needle buried. I didn’t even know the Orange Bubble could go this fast. I’ve never dared push the old car too hard.

  “Okay, okay, you’re a succubus. I’m sorry for laughing,” I try to backpedal. “I thought you all had bat wings, and sucked the life out of people when you had sex with them?”

  The fires in her wide eyes dim slightly, and then vanish as she blinks. “I thought my wings might scare you. . . again,” she smiles at me, but it doesn’t quite touch her eyes. “As far as the sex, it really is our choice. Personally, I prefer to help people out when I can, giving them fantasies, or even healing their injuries.” She gives me a serious look. “That’s why you healed so quickly. My talents aren’t as strong while in your dreams, but now that you’ve been released. . .” She lets that hang in air, and this time the look of lust in her eyes is genuine and strong. Despite my growing concern with my own sanity, there is a corresponding growing bulge in my pants.

  “Wha—what do you want from me?” I ask, picturing myself as a dried up husk, with only my manhood still alive. Aren’t succubusses—er. . . succubae?—supposed to be demonic creatures?

  She still hasn’t looked at the road as she contemplates my question.

  “You pique my curiosity,” she tells me, and then finally looks at the road. I do to, and realize that I have no idea where we are. Tall buildings surround us, and it looks like we’re downtown, but that’s almost an hour’s drive away from the hospital. She slows and pulls into a parking garage, and then moves my car into a stall marked ‘Reserved.’

  I get ready to bolt, picturing this gorgeous, punked-out babe screwing me to death, and while that sounds like a fine way to go, I’m not ready to die.

  “Would you relax?” she demands. “If I’d wanted you dead, I would have let you die in that accident, instead of spending a shit-ton of energy keeping you alive.” I look back at her, and feel myself getting drawn in by her eyes, but shake myself and look away. “Alright, here’s the deal. You can see and hear me, when no one else can, and when I don’t want you to. When no one should be able to see or hear me. I don’t understand why, or even how, but I’m curious. You’re a mystery to me, and I love mysteries. After being alive for over 400 years, it’s nice to come across something that I don’t understand.”

  “F-four hundred?” I sputter.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m still really young by succubae standards.” Really young? “Besides as I’d told you earlier, I like to help people, and you looked like you were really hating your life behind that desk. Also, I really do think you’re kinda cute. Especially now that we got rid of your glasses.”

  My glasses? Reaching up to my nose, I realize my face is naked. Not only that, but I’m seeing perfectly fine. Nothing is blurry. In fact, everything looks sharper and more defined than it was with my glasses. When did I. . .? Thinking back, I don’t remember having them after the accident. I’ve been able to see just fine, and somehow never noticed their lack.

  “Did you. . .?”

  “Of course,” she replies as though it’s a foolish question. “I can’t be seen in the company of someone with such an obvious physical flaw.”

  “Seen in. . .” For some reason, I have a hard time finishing sentences right now. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point I’ve decided not to flee. “I thought you were invisible to other people.” No, that can’t be right. The nurse at the hospital had seen her. “Or, you can be seen when you want to be.”

  She nods and gets out of the car. Stunned at the direction my life has suddenly turned; I get out of the other side and pull out my crutch. I don’t notice my keys flying at me, until they hit my face.

  Bending over to pick them up, I catch a glance at the underside of the Orange Bubble, and gasp. The usual series of pipes, cables, and shocks are gone, replaced with a single, smooth plate of metal. What happened to my car? I don’t think it looked this good when it rolled off the factory floor before I was born!

  Standing back up, with keys in hand, I look from Angela, to my car, and back again.

  “Oh yeah. Do you like?” She nearly bounces as she asks me that, and starts walking towards a doorway close to her parking spot. I guess sometimes she acts like a twenty year old girl, rather than a four-hundred year old succubus. “It was completely totaled after you ran it into that light pole, but I got a couple of Cyclopes buddies of someone I know to work on it. Now it’s better than new.”

  I had started to follow her, but when she mentions ‘Cyclopes’ I freeze. “Cyclopes? I thought they were just myths.” Will I ever stop getting surprised by things? What kind of world have I stumbled into?

  Angela only laughs as she steps lightly through the door. I have to hobble to catch up. “Myths like succubae seducing young, cute men?” I meet back up with her in time to enter an elevator, and she slides a keycard into a slot. The elevator starts up on its own.

  “Do you live here?” I ask as the metal box seems to keep climbing forever.

  “In the building? No.” There is a strange look in her eyes, and I decide not to ask further questions.

  When the doors finally open, I follow her out, and once again, I’m confronted by something my mind doesn’t want to accept.

  For as far as I can see, there are fields of flowers and grass, and even an orchard off in the distance. I turn around just in time to see the bark of a massive oak tree knit itself back together.

  “Where are the buildings?” I ask, and even I can hear the edge of insanity as it starts creeping into my voice.

  “This is where I live,” she tells me easily, then takes my free hand. I use my crutch with the other to walk beside her. I not
ice the same scent of vanilla and flowers in the air, which I’d noticed on her in the hospital.

  “I’m not supposed to bring humans here, but I suspect you’re more than human.”

  More than human? Of course I’m human! I decide not to argue with her, though. There’s too much I don’t understand.

  Looking over to the young woman with the blue hair and punk clothes—this time it’s a blue or purple slashed summer dress that barely covers her hips--I can’t see this being where she lives. It just doesn’t match her. “A punk girl like you lives in a field of flowers?”

  She laughs happily, and I notice a tension that had been in her before is now gone. She seems happier and a lot more relaxed. “I can look like anything I want to. When you first saw me, I’d decided to take on the appearance of that old man’s fantasy. Even I’ve forgotten what I looked like when I was still mortal.”

  There’s so much there, that I don’t know where to start. Thomas had been having a fantasy about a punk girl? She can see fantasies? Okay, that one’s a dumb question; she’s a succubus after all, didn’t she say she can create fantasies? When she was mortal?

  “You weren’t born as a succubus?” I ask in awe.

  Her eyes sparkle as she turns and smiles at me. “So, you finally begin to believe me?”

  I nod. “Yeah, it’s kind of hard not to anymore.”

  She suddenly moves very close to me, and I feel the lightest touch of her lips on mine; before she pulls away, laughing and even dancing through the flowers.

  My lips tingle from where she’d barely kissed me, and I bring my hand up to touch the spot. I chase after her as best as I can, my crutch slowing me down.

  I finally reach her as she lies under the shade of a weeping willow.

  “Isn’t it always grand to come home after a long time away?” she asks me as I loom over her.

  “How long have you been gone?” I ask.

  “Since the day you saw me. I couldn’t leave you as things were. And like I said, I like a mystery.” She reaches a hand up to me, and I take it as she pulls me down.

  Lying next to her, I can feel her warmth, and her pleasant scent fills my nose.

  “Taking care of me really wore you out, didn’t it?” I ask her, but already know the answer.

  “Yes. There are only two ways to recoup the energy. One is to come here, but time acts funny when here. The other way is obviously sex.”

  “Obviously? Right, because of the whole succubus thing,” I say. I snort a quick laugh before I ask, “I don’t even feel funny asking you this, but you really did visit me in my dreams, didn’t you?”

  “I already told you I did. That was how I was able to transfer enough energy to you, to allow you to heal quickly and fix your eyesight.” She gives my hand another squeeze, before she adds, “And other than the energy drain, it really was no hardship.”

  I smile at the compliment. I don’t know if it’s the atmosphere of the place, her presence, or what, but the question is out of my mouth before I can think better of it.

  “What about sex while you’re here?”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” she nearly squeals with joy as she rolls on top of me. “I’ve never brought anyone here before, so I don’t know, but I intend to find out!”

  Before I have a chance to say anything, I feel her lips pressed against mine as her tongue works to get between my lips. Happily I let it in, and moan in pleasure at the skill this woman has. Apparently when in this form, she also has a tongue ring, and I feel it clacking against my teeth, and find my libido skyrocket.

  Placing one hand on the back of her head, the other goes to the small of her back. I hug her to me as we roll around on the ground. I’m really trying to keep myself under control, but the desires and needs this young lady is bringing out in me are almost overwhelming.

  We stop rolling with her on top, and she sits up long enough to remove her summer dress. There’s no bra under it, and her B-cup breasts sit free and proud on her chest. Her areolas are small, about the size of a nickel, and each nipple is pierced by some custom jewelry: a dragon’s maw circling the small nub, with the bar horizontal. I wonder what kind of kinky stuff old man Johnson is into, to dream up a woman like this.

  The wondering is short lived, however as my mouth goes dry, and I have to taste her chest. Pulling her torso back down, my face goes into the valley between her modest hills. Licking around her chest, my mouth is filled with the flavor of vanilla and lavender. Her pelvis lifts up, and I can feel her hands working at my pants. Her slender fingers are so deft, that she gets them undone and off in less time than I could have.

  My underwear is literally torn from my body, but I barely even notice. My lips are now on her chest jewelry, and I tug on them gently with my teeth, eliciting a moan from her that sends shivers down my spine.

  A small voice in the back of my mind warns that this is a succubus, not a nubile woman that my body is crying out for; a demon being that devours their prey through acts of sex.

  So the fuck what! A louder voice shouts in my head, and I’m only slightly surprised by the swear word, never having been one to use such language. This woman is hot, horny, and she wants you! And it’s been so loooong.

  The second voice wins out as I drop my hands to her bare buttocks, and massage her pert naked rear. Dropping her hips down, I feel a new heat wave of desire course through me, it’s epicenter at the point where her wet pussy is sliding the length of my shaft.

  “I need you in me,” Angela’s husky voice whispers into my ear, and as if of their own volition, my hips drop until I feel my head touch her fiery hot slit, then drive up, impaling her sheath on my sword.

  We both cry out in ecstasy as our connection becomes complete. Her inner walls ripple around my manhood and her entire body shudders. I realize she’s in the throes of an orgasm. This lady is hot and ready to go!

  Energy floods into me, and I can feel my rod thicken and grow even more within this delicious nymph. Gripping her hips, I force her back and forth on top of me. I can feel the head of my cock bouncing around inside her, stirring up her juices. My cock tingles as her lubricating liquids flow around my crotch, and dribble down my balls.

  Her eyes lock onto mine, and this time I don’t feel myself being drawn into her, but instead feel her joining me. We are one, in more ways than just the physical at this moment, and she drops her mouth back to mine as she hungrily kisses me.

  Need, lust, desire, joy, and pure unadulterated ecstasy flood through my entire being as I swell inside this petite female, and shoot my seed deep into her clutching cavity.

  She cries out into our kiss as she feels me flood her chamber with my cum, and once again energy crashes into me as she has her second orgasm.

  Panting, she rolls off me, and we both lie on the ground, trying to catch our collective breaths.

  That was intense, I think, my mind rolling over the last few minutes. Despite being slightly out of breath, I feel like I could sprint an entire marathon. I feel like I’m on top of the world, and nothing can go wrong. I feel—

  “I’m so sorry,” she says next to me, and I can hear true sadness in her tone. “I drew too much energy from you. I promise it was an accident. I couldn’t control it here. I was really beginning to like you, too. I already miss you, Lyden Snow. I’m sorry I killed you. I really thought I could control that aspect of my nature.”

  I still have so many questions I wanted answered before I died, too. Who paid my medical bills? Why can I see Angela when she tries to be hidden? What is this new place the succubus has taken me too? And why do I feel so dang good right now?

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  Chapter 02

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  Dancing with the Devil

  “I’m sorry I killed you.”

  Those words bounce around inside my skull, crushing the euphoric mood I was in.

  Dang-it, Lyden. She’s a succubus! You knew that. Why did you jus
t have sex with her? These thoughts flood through my mind as I play over the last little few moments of ecstasy.

  The sex had been fantastic, if short. Even now, knowing that my death is only a little ways away, I still feel great and energized. I’d thought that I would be exhausted and worn out after being drained by a succubus, but maybe it’s more like a mosquito: They drain you, but you really don’t feel it, until the itching starts.

  Turning my head to look at her, I’m saddened to see a real tear slide from the corner of her left eye, and drop down to her ear. Once again, I’m shocked to see something I never would have expected. A demon crying? Over killing a mortal? Will wonders never cease. . . .

  Something in my heart tugs at me, and a strong desire to assuage her guilt comes over me, despite the sinking feeling in my gut. “At least I get to die with a beautiful view in my vision.” I give a slight laugh before adding, “And I can even see you clearly.”

  I don’t expect the response I get out of her. Almost faster than my eyes can see, she’s up and standing five feet away from me. Her eyes are wide, and shock paints her features while her mouth moves wordlessly.

  “Are you okay?” I ask slowly. She looks like a dear ready to bolt. A part of my mind takes in her whole beauty, and I can’t find a single flaw in her slender body. A sparkle at her bald snatch, tells me that even her clit must be pierced in this current guise.

  “You. . . you’re alive. . .” Her hand covers her mouth as she continues to stare at me.

  “Um, yeah,” I reply confused. “I actually feel pretty good. I thought getting drained would make me feel weak and exhausted, but I feel like I could climb Everest without taking a break.”

  “But, how? I felt your energy flood into me when you came.” Her legs seem to decide at that point to quit supporting her. “I know this feeling. . . . This life-force I’m now filled with. You should be dead! No normal person could survive giving up that much power.”

  Time slows as she begins to fall, and somehow I easily stand and reach her before she completely collapses. Catching her in my arms, she stares at me in newfound wonder and curiosity as time resumes its usual pace. Her left hand slowly reaches up, and she palms my cheek.