The Generator: The Succubae Seduction Page 3

  “Are you real?” she asks me, and I can’t stop the laugh that bursts forth from my chest, a deep sound that actually seems to reverberate through the open fields around us. There’s no malice in my laughter, but pure joy. Not that long ago, I’d thought she wasn’t real. “But how?” she asks again, and I realize that I’m not going to die. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that I’ll live.

  I throw her into the air, and I’m surprised at the strength in my limbs. It’s not that she’s heavy; she likely weighs less than a hundred pounds. No, it’s just that before the accident, I probably only could’ve lifted her off the ground; not throw her ten feet into the air.

  I also catch her easily as she lands lightly in my arms. Setting her carefully back on the ground, I look down at myself, and almost start laughing again. I’m still skinny, but I have more definition now. Not quite what you might call sculpted, but definitely toned. I can feel the raw strength in me far exceeds the muscle mass to support it.

  And my cock! Holy Hanna! I’ve never been one of those guys that has to make jokes about how big my cock is to compensate for, well, anything, but I was by no means a monster down there either. I’ve always been comfortable with my manhood. Now I almost feel like I could play baseball with my pecker if I wanted to, and hit a homerun every time! Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating now, but it is bigger than it ever has been before, and that’s while it’s limp.

  “What are you?” Angela asks me, and I look back to her, wondering about her question.

  “What do you mean?” I ask in response.

  “I mean, you were seemed human while you were recovering in the hospital. The amount of energy that flooded into me when you came was enough to feed me for a month, and kill you. By all rights, you should be dead, but. . . but you’ve changed.” There’s awe and wonder in her tone as she steps up to me and runs her hand along my chest.

  “Maybe it’s this place,” I say, trying to come up with something to explain it. “Every time you. . . er. . . had yours, I was flooded with energy too. I feel more alive than I ever have before.” Despite what we’d just done, and the fact that we’re both still naked, I have a hard time talking about her having an orgasm.

  There is a twinkle in her eyes as I stutter, but it turns quickly to confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. The energy had to have come from somewhere.” Her eyes examine me again, and I start to feel self-conscious as she ponders. “We’re both stronger now, but why? How?”

  My underwear is nothing more than rags now, so I have to free-ball it as I pull on my pants and shirt. It’s only now that I realize I’ve been moving without the aid of the crutch. I feel better than at any other time in my life, and I find I keep chuckling to myself, truly happy for the first time in a very long time.

  “I may know someone who might know what’s going on,” she tells me hesitantly. As I look at her, I watch in amazement as her clothes materialize around her.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing something in her tone, despite my shock of seeing what I can only refer to as magic. My world isn’t the same anymore.

  “Nothing,” she tells me, shaking her head, and I know she’s lying, but something tells me not to push it. “We should get you home for now. There’s no telling how much time has passed in your world.”

  “My world?” I ask as I follow her lightly back to the tree we rode up in.

  She slows, and twines her fingers into mine as she smiles at me. “The world we’re in now is a shadow of yours. In many ways it mirrors Earth, but because it’s only a shadow, it’s more malleable.”

  “And this is where you live?”

  “Many of us live here,” she says blandly.

  “More succubusses, er, succubae?” I think that’s the plural of succubus. Didn’t she use that term earlier?

  “Succubae,” she tells me. “And more than just other succubae. All the creatures from your myths and legends. Those that were persecuted by the humans, and driven from the world we used to share.” Despite her words, I don’t sense any chagrin in her tone.

  “We persecuted you? I thought those creatures fed on humans,” I say, feeling defensive.

  She laughs before answering. “Of course. The victors always write the history books. Yes, some did feed on humans, but not all of them. That’s like saying that humans are all murderers, because a few bad apples are.”

  That makes sense, but something about the way she’d said that. . . “You weren’t around when it happened.”

  “Ha! No, I wasn’t even a mortal back then. That all happened well over a millennia ago.”

  The bark of the massive oak tree separates, and we step into the elevator, before I ask, “Do you remember how you became a succubus? I mean, how you lost your mortality?”

  “If you’re thinking that you’re becoming an incubus, it can’t be. I made a deal with a demon, which split off a small part of itself, and I became as I am now.” She must sense my unease at her statement as she steps away from me, new worry in her eyes.

  “So. . . . You’re possessed?” I ask. “What deal did you make?”

  “The deal isn’t important anymore. I’m not possessed as you would think of it. The demon only gave me a small sliver of its soul to meet its end of the deal. A possession is the entire demon taking over. I still have free will,” she informs me, and I know she wants me to understand, but I’m only coming up with more questions.

  “But as a succubus, doesn’t that make you a demon? So by taking part of the other demon’s soul, you became a demon in turn.”

  “My actions back then made me into what I am now. Yes, that portion of a soul helped, but didn’t do it on its own.” She steps back up to me, and I hold my ground, not wanting to back away. She had cried when she thought I was dead, so I know she feels emotion. There would have been no reason to fake it after she thought I’d died.

  “So what do you think is happening to me now?”

  “I really don’t know. I’m going to ask around, and see what I can find out. I have some friends in high places that have been around since before this world was created. In the meantime, I want you to continue living your life as normal, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Depending on how time warps randomly between the two worlds.”

  The elevator doors open on the parking garage, and I can see my car still parked in its spot. Stepping out, I quickly realize that Angela hasn’t followed me.

  “I don’t know how much time has passed in this realm while we were away, but go home.” Before I have a chance to say anything, the elevator doors close.

  Great, I think, I have no idea where exactly I am, or even what day it is.

  Pulling out of the garage, I notice that the sun seems to have dipped only slightly, but that doesn’t tell me what day or even month it is. I pull out onto the busy street, and immediately notice how smooth the Orange Bubble rides. The steering is a lot more responsive, and some of the little issues that I realized I’d gotten used to over the years are gone as well. The car is handling better than new. The gas gage on the dash is completely gone, and I wonder how I’m supposed to know how much gas I have without the gage. Pulling into a gas station just to be on the safe side, I’m surprised to see that there isn’t even a spot to put gas in.

  It doesn’t take me long to figure where I’m at, and I point my car north. I enjoy the speed and power of my remodeled car. To my surprise, the radio announces the date and time, letting me know that I was in the Shadow World for less than thirty minutes. Angela had said that time runs randomly between the two, but it felt like a lot longer than that.

  Walking up to my tiny 32nd story apartment, I pause outside of Brooke’s door. I’m strongly tempted to knock, but back down. Despite what’s happened with Angela, Brooke is levels of magnitude above me.

  I find a brand new cell phone charging on my kitchen counter. I’d been told my old one had been destroyed in the accident. Turning it on, I see that I have five new messages. The first one is from the company tha
t manages this apartment complex, asking if I want to apply my last payment to the rest of the year, or want a refund. The next four were from Sheila Lance, my boss, demanding to know when I’ll be back in.

  I call the management company up first, and they inform me that I can only pay one year in advance, and that the rest will be refunded to me. In a daze, I hang up. Who’s been paying all of my bills?

  The next call isn’t as pleasant.

  “Your medical leave was burned up a week ago, Mr. Snow,” Sheila informs me rather bluntly. “By all rights, I can fire you right now and be well within the company’s rights.”

  Part of me is tempted to quit right away. I have a rather hefty check coming in from the management company, and rent is covered for the next year. But Angela had told me to live life as I usually do.

  “I’ll be in first thing in the morning,” I tell her, trying to act sheepish, but I’m still full of energy from the excellent sex with Angela in the Shadow World.

  “Are you laughing at me?”

  Crap!

  “No, Ms. Lance, just trying to multitask while talking. I’ll be in first thing,” I repeat, and hang up before she can say anything else to me.

  Sleeping tonight is impossible, I realize as I lay for a couple hours staring at the ceiling.

  Well, it may be a Wednesday night, but maybe I should go out. Normally I’m pretty self-conscious, but for some reason I’m feeling confident, and walk to a bar that’s a couple blocks down the road. A large sign out front declares that it’s ladies’ night. I can’t hide my smile as I walk in.

  I pull out my wallet to pay the cover charge, but the cute redhead at the counter looks at me dreamy eyed, and stamps my hand without taking my money.

  What’s going on? Have I changed that much? Shrugging my shoulders, I walk in and order a cocktail. The bartender, a male, makes me pay but I don’t mind.

  The music is blaring and the dance floor’s packed as I watch people shaking and moving to the steady rhythm.

  “I don’t remember seeing you here before?”

  I turn and look down at the owner of the voice. The girl—well okay, she has to be at least twenty-one to be in here—stands only as tall as my chest. Her hair is a warm chestnut brown, and travels the short distance down the length of her back. It’s too dark in here to make out her eye color, other than to note that they’re dark. In her hands is a blue or purple drink—Now why couldn’t my colorblindness have been fixed with the rest of my vision?—that’s half-full.

  “I was bored, so decided to come out and find some entertainment.” The way she’s looking at me, makes me feel even more confident about myself. She’s not the cutest girl here, but definitely above what I consider to be in my league. She finishes her drink, and I decide to play things up. I’ve heard people talk about not buying a girl a drink unless you really know them, but some new instinct says to go for it.

  Pulling the drink from her hands, I take a quick sip, and know that she’s drinking a purple hooter. I make eye contact with one of the wandering servers. She turns away from whoever was giving her their order, and rushes to me.

  “A purple hooter for the pretty lady, here,” I tell her, and she rushes off to fulfill my wishes. Wow, this new power could really go to my head. She returns within a couple minutes and hands the glass to me. I hand it to the short girl still standing speechless next to me, and turn back to the waitress. “How much?” I ask, and she shakes herself as if coming out of a dream.

  “How much?” she repeats my words. “Oh!” It takes her a moment to gather her wits enough to tell me how much I owe, and I pay her, with a decent tip.

  “My name’s Becky,” the brunette next to me has to yell to be heard over the music, “and you shouldn’t have had to pay full price for that. It’s ladies’ night.”

  “Lyden,” I reply, holding out my hand for her to shake. Her hand is tiny compared to mine, but her fingers are soft. Just because I feel like it, I bend over, and place a soft kiss on her knuckles. Her knees give way, and I have to move fast to catch her. “Are you alright?” I ask, concerned. I feel a little weakened after moving so fast, and she has to blink a few times before she can answer.

  “Wow, a real gentleman.” Her voice is breathy as I help her back to her feet. I notice that she’s somehow managed not to spill her beverage.

  To my surprise, she quickly downs her drink, and pulls me out to the dance floor. At first I hedge a little as I’ve never been much of a dancer, but I feel the music in my bones. Soon a large group of women surrounds me. They push Becky away from me, and I can see that she looks downtrodden as two other women replace her. For some reason, I can feel my energy draining from me.

  At this point, I know that I can have any woman here, but Becky had been the first one to talk to me. I push the two women away, until I’m back in front of the short brunette. She gives me an odd look, and then drags me out to the smoking section. I don’t smoke, never having been able to afford the habit, but I don’t begrudge those that do.

  As soon as we’re outside, she turns, grabs the front of my shirt, and pulls my face down to hers. As her lips touch mine, I feel some of my energy return, and smile, while I place my hands under her thighs, and lift her up. She’s so light, that I hardly even notice her weight. Our tongues dart in and out of each other’s mouths, and her legs grip my hips. I can taste her drink still on her tongue as well as mint. I find the source of the mint a second later as I steal the gum I didn’t know she had, right out of her mouth.

  “Hey! Give that back!” she commands me, smiling, her arms around my neck.

  “You’ll have to take it back,” I inform her, and you’d think I just gave her the world, by the grin that blossoms across her face. Had I really thought she wasn’t that cute a little while ago? She mashes her lips to mine, and we fence with our tongues for a bit, before I let her take the gum back. My cock is rock hard, and I know she can’t miss it poking into her.

  “Get a room!” a male voice shouts, and Becky pulls back, her cheeks red.

  “That guy’s completely out of her league,” I hear another, feminine voice say not so quietly. I grind my teeth as Becky tries to wriggle out of my arms, but I won’t let go.

  “Yeah, there’s probably something wrong with him,” a different voice says.

  “Wanna have some fun?” I ask the attractive woman in my arms, and she nods uncertainly. “Play along.” I wink at her, then turn, force her up into the air, and set her softly on my shoulders making her squeal like a little girl. It’s been years since I’ve given anyone a shoulder ride, but she’s small enough, that she feels quite comfortable sitting up there.

  “There is something wrong with me,” I tell the two couples. Glancing at the two girls that’d spoken, I feel another drain of energy as I focus on them. I can sense their knees trembling under my intense scrutiny. “This woman is the only one I’ve found that knows how to properly take care of me. Skanks of your caliber just don’t know how to handle a tool my size.”

  “Come on, dear,” Becky says right on cue, “Why don’t we go back to my place, and I’ll remind you of just what I’m capable of. Let’s stop wasting our time with these floozies.”

  It takes all my effort not to laugh at the insulted faces of the four people in front of us. The women glance at my crotch, and I notice their eyes glazing over. One of them even licks their lips. I turn and walk back inside, hearing the women demand that their men stand up for them, and the men saying they will as soon as they’re done with their smoke.

  I have to duck to walk back in, even as short as Becky is, but I keep her on my shoulders as I head back to the dance floor.

  “I really meant that I want to take you home,” she yells into my ear, and I do an about-face, and head for the exit.

  Word about what happened outside has already made it in to the entrance, and I notice no shortage of women giving Becky an envious glance, and even a few men giving her a calculating one. Something tells me she’s not going to hav
e a problem picking up men here anymore.

  She points the way to her car, and I set her on the ground just outside. For some reason she seems to get heavier with each step, but I’m still able to set her down lightly.

  I wonder about how weak I’m suddenly feeling, but get distracted when she tosses me her keys. “I’ve been drinking too much to drive.”

  “Becky!” someone yells, and we turn to see a dirty blonde-haired woman coming over to us. “Were you just going to leave me here?”

  “Lisa, oh my God,” Becky spouts, covering her mouth, and looking embarrassed. “I was so distracted by everything. . . I’m so sorry.”

  Lisa pretty much ignores her as she turns to look at me. “So, is it true what you said back there?” She arches one slender eyebrow at me, daring me to answer.

  “Lisa!” Becky reprimands her friend.

  “I guess you’ll have to ask Becky in the morning,” I tell her, and before either one can say a thing, I duck into the driver’s seat. Both women get into the passenger side and start arguing about who gets to sit shotgun. I don’t even wait for an outcome before starting the car and throwing it into first gear.

  They quickly decide to share the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt across both of them. Luckily Lisa is fairly skinny and Becky is definitely small enough that they both fit.

  The drive is punctuated by both women trying to be as helpful as possible in giving me directions. I actually find it rather annoying but drive on, nevertheless.

  Parking the car outside a small home, I get out, and then rush around to open their door. Both women look up to me stunned, and I realize that I’d super-speeded again. I’m really going to need to watch that! This time, however, I’m able to associate the energy drain with the action.

  Becky stops just outside the door, and seems to hesitate. “I’ve never brought anybody home like this,” she murmurs to me.