by J. Sselxuyt
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.
“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.
“Only if you’re into men,” she tells me, a twinkle in her eyes. “I know he isn’t very particular about who or what he copulates with. In fact, he has a wide range of perversions.”
I open my mouth to protest that that’s not what I meant, but Lisa pipes up first. “What does she mean, Lyden?”
Angela seems to have been waiting for that question. “The last time I introduced him to someone I know, he screwed her in front of a huge audience. He didn’t even care that she was a huge fire-breathing dragon.”
“Now wait—“ I protest, my cheeks going a deep crimson color.
“Lyden” Lisa cuts me off, and I can hear a smile in her tone, “I knew you were kinky, but I had no idea!”
“Ahem,” AnnaBelle clears her throat, cutting into the conversation, “If we’re done joking around, I believe a woman needs saving?” Chagrined, I realize she’s right. “And you berated me for my past,” she continues, directing her tone at me. She’s undoubtedly referring to my outburst against her earlier this week. Even though I can sense the humor in her tone at her second comment, I can also hear an edge to it. She still hasn’t completely forgiven me, despite what she’s said.
“Yes, well,” I say, swallowing my pride, and trying to get back to the matter at hand, “where to?”
“He’s not far,” Angela says, pointing inland.
Putting my car in gear, I press on the gas.
And go nowhere. The engine revs, and I can hear the tires turning but the wet sand is too loose. My car with all of its enhancements, can’t gain traction on the wet sand.
“Anyone care for a walk?” I ask, dreading the prospect of hiking through the torrential rain.
“It might be better if it’s just you and me,” Angela states, and I look at her curiously. “He doesn’t like large groups. And while he isn’t very particular, having three women around may be too tempting for him.”
“I think I’m a little old for anyone,” AnnaBelle says at the same time Lisa states, “I can take care of myself.”
“I meant what I said about him not being particular, AnnaBelle,” Angela says with a meaningful look. Turning to Lisa, she adds, “I have no doubt you can handle yourself against regular humans, but Marchosias is a warrior of some renown.”
“So . . . he’s dangerous, then?” I ask, already afraid I know the answer.
“Have I introduced you to anyone who isn’t?” she replies, grinning widely as she opens the passenger door and steps out into the rain.
Sighing, I look into the rearview mirror at the other two women. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Sorry about this.” I don’t wait for a response, before stepping out.
It feels like I step into a waterfall, the water is coming down so hard and fast. My pants stand no chance against the deluge, and I’m immediately soaked. I still haven’t put on a shirt, after using my last one to bandage the succubus’s wounds. Placing my hand over my eyes, I try to look around. Angela is ahead of me. I can just make her out on the edge of a forest.
Jogging forward, I kick sand up behind me as I move over to the blue-haired woman. “How far do we have to go in this?” I yell to be heard over the downpour, and squinting to keep the torrent out of my eyes.
Angela’s clothes are plastered to her lithe body, and I can easily make out her nipple rings through the thin material. “Just through here, there is a cave a little ways up,” she yells back, and then begins the trudge into the woods.
The trees slow the inundation a little, but thankfully it’s a warm downpour. I realize that I’m having very little problem being surrounded by this much water, and wonder if I can use this experience to overcome my terror of water. I try to imagine myself swimming through the forest, the swaying trees nothing more than flowing seaweed. While my heart rate rises, I’m able to keep my breathing under control.
By the time we reach the cave, the beach is no longer in sight. I hope Lisa and AnnaBelle will be all right. I feel bad about leaving the two behind, but if we’re going to see another of Angela’s acquaintances, they should be safer in my car.
I hope.
Water sheets off the entrance to the cavern, but as I’m already soaked, I don’t mind stepping through it. The ground just inside rises slightly. The air is just as warm as it had been outside. I’m surprised I’m not chilled at all, until I realize I’m completely dry. Looking down at my body, my jeans look slightly stiff as if they had been hung out to dry. Running my hands through my hair, I find it lacking just as much water.
“Rather convenient, isn’t it?” Angela asks as she steps through the water curtain. “Though I was enjoying the way you were looking at me.”
“You noticed, huh?” I ask, feeling embarrassed for some reason.
“Your thoughts were a little loud,” she teases me, her smile growing. To my surprise, she reaches down, and pulls her shirt up over her head, displaying her tasty assets to me.
“I don’t think we have time to fool around,” I say, though my second brain is trying to argue that there is always time to fool around.
She hands me the shirt, and I notice it
’s changed from what she’d been wearing. “You’d better put this on,” she says, and I look up to see that she’s already recreated another top for her to wear. I don’t miss the fact that this one is a little tighter. “No sense in tempting Marchosias. Come on, we still have a bit of hiking to go.” She considers that shirt not tempting?
I follow her for a ways deeper into the hillside. Orbs of light are interspersed through the cave, providing a soft white glow. I approach one to get a closer look, and notice that the orbs are actually floating just off the side of the wall.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Angela warns. I pull my hand back. I’d been about to touch it, but at her warning, I take a couple hasty steps back. “They’re pretty, but they are also a trap. Touch one, and you’ll be stuck to it, until either Marchosias releases you, or something else eats you.”
Gulping, I wonder again just what sort of creature we’re going to see. “Tell me about Marchosias,” I say. The smile vanishes from her face.
She’s quiet for a bit as we walk, before finally speaking softly. “Remember me telling you about the demon that gave me a portion of his soul?”
I whistle softly as that sinks in. We’re going to see the creature that helped turn Angela from a human into a succubus.
She stops and looks at me seriously. “We need to be extremely quiet through this next part.”
Perking my ears, I try to see if I can hear anything, but all I can make out is a constant, uninterrupted din that sounds unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. The sound is lightly higher pitched, but the way it echoes off the rock walls distorts it beyond recognition.
“What’s up ahead?” I ask, suddenly nervous.
“Cyclopes, shh” she states, and then starts walking. Gulping again, I follow her; careful of every step I take. As we continue to travel deeper, the odd sound gets louder, until it starts hurting my ears. Why are we supposed to be quiet with all this racket? I wonder, but don’t say anything. I also start to notice an increase in heat. When we turn a corner, I have to swallow a gasp.