The Generator: The Succubae Seduction

by J. Sselxuyt

  “Where are we?” Ondine asks, pulling aside a tapestry and looking out at a school of fish getting out of the Orange Bubble’s way.

  “Earth,” I tell her. “Will the mermen follow?”

  The mermaid’s eyes grow wide as she looks back at me in terror. “I thought we were going to the demon, Marchosias. It’s forbidden for me on pain of death to go to Earth.”

  “So we’re safe for the time being,” I state, nodding my head. “I’m also guessing that it’s forbidden to abandon your duty, help a prisoner escape, and follow a group of people away from Atlantis?” When she nods, I smile at her until she understands. She was already a criminal, and she is going to be a lot safer on Earth than in the demon’s lair.

  “Someone help me carry these two back to the bed,” I say, nodding to Angela and Brooke on the floor.

  Lisa rushes over and picks up the mermaid, while I carry Angela. The martial artist looks questioningly at the woman in her nurse’s uniform, and I just say, “Angela.” She nods, and together we get the women laid down and under the covers.

  “What are you wearing?” Lisa asks me, trying to hide her smile at my outlandish garb.

  “Don’t ask,” I reply wryly, before turning to everyone else. “It’s going to take a while to get home. We might as well get what rest we can, and thanks to Arethusa, we have the room to do so.”

  The fairy actually blushes as she says, “Please, call me Areth.” I find a blanket in the wardrobe, and make myself a comfortable place at the foot of the bed. Brooke needs my help the most right now, and I need to sleep to give it to her.

  Exhausted, I fall asleep almost instantly, but don’t find myself in Brooke’s mind.

  “Why am I here?” I ask Angela without any heat as she stands in front of me, still in her nurse persona.

  “I figured we could work together to heal her,” the succubus says.

  “But you said she isn’t into women,” I remind her.

  Angela smiles as she walks up to me, and plants a soft kiss on my lips. Her own ruby red lips are soft as they press against mine. I can immediately feel my body reacting to her seductive presence. “She doesn’t need to know I’m there. I’m a succubus, remember?”

  She takes a step away from me. I feel a shift in the atmosphere. Everything remains pitch black around me, but things now have a red tinge that is more felt than seen. Instinctively I know we have moved to Brooke’s psyche.

  “Lyden?” I hear Brooke’s voice, and turn to see the mermaid fully dressed and standing on two feet. She looks whole and healthy. I can’t hide my smile at how good she looks. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Angela standing there. The succubus places one finger over her lips, and I know that Brooke can’t see or sense her.

  This is going to be interesting. Or entertaining as Areth would say.

  “I can’t believe you came for me!” Brooke rushes forward, and flings herself against me. I catch her easily, using my own willpower to keep myself upright. “How did you get over your fear of deep water?” she cries into my neck.

  Looking over at Angela, I make sure she hears my words as well. “You’d be surprised what I’m willing to go through for the people I love.”

  Brooke pulls away from me, and her eyes search mine. Behind her, I can see a tear roll down Angela’s cheek and off her chin. I can no longer deny that I love both these women. I don’t care what that says about my own personality or moral code. Brooke has been with me since I was a child. Yes, I know she may have had a hand in killing my parents, but I’ll deal with that later. We’ve been through too much history together to feel anything else.

  Angela had introduced me to a whole new world. If not for her, I might never have known about my heritage, or my abilities. She’s also saved my hide more than once.

  I love both women. What that means for Becky and Lisa, I’ll figure out later.

  “But we can’t be together,” Brooke states, trying to pull away again. I refuse to let her go. “We talked about this. It can’t happen between us.”

  “Would you just be quiet and enjoy the moment,” I softly chide her, and she stops struggling. “You need to recover, and I can help you. If you don’t want to be together out there in the real world, then fine. But don’t deny yourself what I know your heart feels in here.”

  “I want to, Lyden,” she pleads with me, “I really do, but can we keep that line separate?”

  “Does it matter?” I ask, raising one eyebrow and challenging her.

  “You’ve been taking lessons from the succubus,” she accuses me, lightly hitting my chest with her open palm. “I take it she’s the black girl that helped save me?” I nod, and she smiles ruefully. “She’s a better woman than I gave her credit for,” she murmurs, but then her eyes grow wide as she looks up at me. “But don’t you dare tell her I said that!”

  It takes all my effort not to laugh, or look at the succubus, still invisible to the mermaid.

  “She won’t hear it from my lips,” I promise her.

  “I know it won’t last, but I see no reason we can’t be together only in our minds.” She seals her words with a kiss, and I feel her clothing vanish a moment before my own disappear. She breaks the kiss again, and I can tell that she’s trying to come to a decision. “You’d better not make me regret this Lyden Snow, but yes, I do love you too.”

  Smiling, I lift her up, and mentally tilt the world around us, until she’s lying on top of me. Her hips slowly begin to move on top of me, and I’m still rock hard from Angela’s kiss. A part of me feels guilty about that, so I pull her body up mine, until I can plant my lips against her sex.

  Using my tongue, I split her labia, tasting her juices, and enjoying the tangy taste. Some irreverent part of my mind wonders why a mermaid doesn’t taste fishy, but I push that thought aside. She doesn’t, and I like that!

  Her fingers dig into my hair as she grinds her pussy against my mouth. “Oh, Lyden, yes, right there.” Reaching around her body with my right hand, I find her small left breast and tweak her nipple, sending her body into convulsions.

  I immediately throw up a mental shield; blocking any energy that might come my way, but feel nothing. As she comes down from her climax, she stands, and I catch a glimpse of Angela, only a few feet away from us, her large left breast in her left hand, nipple rolling between her fingers, and her right hand busily rubbing her clit. The view ends as Brooke turns around, and sits back on my face, bends over and I feel my cock slip between her soft lips.

  My moan is muffled by her wet slit as I feel her tongue moving around the rim of my rod. My hands move around her body, grabbing each globe of her rear and pulling her down tighter against my hungry mouth.

  Running my tongue around her clit, I nuzzle my nose into her hole, then suck hard, pulling her clitoris between my teeth and nibbling lightly. She starts to go wild, but I don’t loosen my grip until she’s done flooding my mouth with her delectable juices.

  I can feel her saliva sliding down my shaft and dripping from my scrotum as her head bobs up and down. My cock conforms to her throat as she begins to swallow it deeper, occasionally coming up for air, before dropping back down again. Her red curly hair tickles my thighs, and I try to concentrate on that sensation to last longer.

  Finally I can take it no longer, and have to pull her off me. A few more seconds, and she would have had me blowing down her throat. While I know the ultimate reason for me being here in her mind is to heal her with my own orgasm, I want to prolong the experience as long as possible.

  “You’re too good at what you do,” I tell her smiling, and then smile even more as she blushes, moving her hair behind her left ear with one hand and looking demurely away.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Angela sitting with her legs spread, three fingers buried deep in her coochy, and bringing herself off. Even when she orgasms, I don’t feel any transfer or mixing of souls. Why is it different here? Obviously it worked last time while in the Sahara Desert. Brooke had gotten better then. But why
the difference in sensations between here and reality?

  My attention returns to Brooke when she crawls over me and presses her lips against mine. Her hand snakes down between us, and she grabs me at my base, rubbing my head against the entrance to her promised land. Thankfully, there was a break between her amazing blowjob and the moment I enter her, or the pure delight of feeling her pussy stretch around my penis would have set me off.

  It only takes her a few seconds to get me fully inside her, and we moan into each others’ mouths at our completion. Her hands are on my cheeks as her tongue dives into my mouth in time with our hips humping against each other.

  My cock stirs around her insides, and I can feel another orgasm coming close for her as she gasps and hugs me tightly to her slim body.

  “Oh, Lyden, I love you so much. Thank you for rescuing me. You have no idea how much you mean to me!” she moans into my ear.

  “I love you,” I state simply, and feel her vaginal walls clamp down hard on me. I have to stop moving all together as her fluids gush out around my penetrating member.

  This time in her mind is different, and not just because Angela is here. It’s more emotional, and I feel closer to both women than ever before. I guess this is the difference between making love and having sex.

  Using my mental strength, I lift the mermaid off me, and turn her around. Placing her on her hands and knees, I plant my feet on either side of her, grip her slim hips and slide back into her pussy. It feels like I go even deeper into her in this position. Pulling all the way out except for the tip, I slam back forward, pulling her hips back to meet me. My balls slap against her clit, and she shudders and moans as I repeat the motion again and again.

  I watch in shock as the succubus gets up from her position on our right, and plants herself in front of Brooke, only a few inches away. Thankfully the mermaid can’t see her as the hot nurse slips the middle two fingers on her right hand into her slit, and reaches around with her other hand to slip one finger into her anus. She grins wickedly at me as she uses both arms, her large breasts jiggling deliciously, to bring herself off again right in front of the mermaid.

  Between Angela’s visual treat, and the blissful warmth of Brooke’s vagina sliding along my cock, I can’t hold back any more. Pulling out, I fire my first load across the redhead’s back, then aim higher, and the next volley splatters across the invisible slutty nurse.

  I don’t even try to block any energy. I just enjoy my own climax, the lustful look painted across the succubus’s beautiful face, and Brooke’s own moans of pleasure.

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  Chapter 15

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  Making Plans

  “W-waahhh!!!”

  Okay, so that might not be the most dignified noise to make when waking up, but when you open your eyes and find five women staring intently at you, it can be a bit unnerving.

  “You snore,” Areth comments offhandedly as she flutters around Ondine’s head.

  “You’re short,” I grouse back at her. Yeah, I know. I lost that exchange, but my mind is still a bit fuzzy from the rude wakeup.

  Then I remember why I’d been asleep. I sit up to look at Brooke. She’s still sleeping under the covers, and it looks like it’s a peaceful sleep. I’m glad my original outburst when waking up didn’t startle her. By the folds in the blanket laid over her, I can tell that her tail has reverted back to two legs.

  “She’ll live,” Angela says quietly next to me, placing her blonde head on my shoulder as her arm snakes around my waist. “Though there’s no telling what kind of mental damage she experienced under the torture.”

  “What about her fingers and fins . . . er . . . feet?” I ask. Her tail fins had been cut off, and I’m not sure how that will translate to her feet.

  “I haven’t checked her feet yet,” the succubus says. She is still in her sexy nurse persona, white smock, ruby red lips and all. “As far as her right hand. . . .” She trails off as she shakes her head. “The skin has healed over, but the bones didn’t grow back. She’s going to have to learn how to use her left hand for some things.”

  “It was the oddest thing to watch,” Lisa says, stepping up to my other side, and wrapping her arm around me. “She was lying there, moaning, and all her cuts just went away.”

  “You have a true gift,” AnnaBelle states grudgingly. I don’t know if she would still say that if she knew how exactly I’d helped heal the mermaid.

  “Angela helped,” I reply, not wanting to take all the credit.

  I feel the room bounce, and only then remember that I’m still in the Orange Bubble. Worried that we might be under attack, I rush to the driver’s seat, but sigh in relief as I see we’re just leaving the water. People on the beach stop and point at my Volkswagen Beatle as we pull through the sand. Their faces of incredulity tell me what I can’t hear coming from their mouths. Once again I wonder how we must appear to them, coming up out of the ocean like some sort of weird mechanical sea creature.

  Thankfully we don’t get stuck on this beach, and we’re soon on the freeway, heading for home.

  Brooke wakes up about half an hour later, and smiles dreamily at me, before she remembers everyone else in my car.

  “How are you feeling?” I ask her.

  “Better,” she whispers. She throws the covers off her, and then gasps as she realizes she’s still naked. The other women shoo me away, and they gather around the mermaid until she’s able to get dressed in the odd clothes from Areth’s wardrobe.

  When they finally let me back around her, I have to stifle a laugh. She’s frowning down at a flowing, bright yellow dress. It fits her slight curves perfectly, until it reaches her hips, then flares out in ruffles. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in anything like it before, and it clashes, even to my colorblind eyes, with her deep red hair.

  I can see her right hand, and that effortlessly smothers my mirth. The last two fingers are completely missing from that hand. Her remaining fingers on the appendage are each missing the last knuckle. Something doesn’t look right about her feet, poking out of the bottom of her dress, and it takes me a moment to realize that there are no toenails.

  “I’m so sorry I didn’t get to you sooner,” I tell her, feeling a lump form in my throat at the suffering she must have endured.

  She examines her hand, frowning at it, and then looks at her feet. “The nails should grow back, but this is my sword hand.” Her voice is solid as she speaks, and for a moment I think she’s going to be all right despite her injuries. Then her eyes meet mine and her pain and sorrow wash over me, though none of it shows on her face. It takes all my willpower not to run to her and pull her into my arms. I can see that she’s trying to look strong. I’m not going to take that from her.

  I direct my car to pull over at a Burger King—with the distorted view of my windshield thanks to Areth’s magic, I don’t think I’ll be doing much manual driving—and everyone but Areth piles out. Areth wanted to join us, but she’s the only one that doesn’t look human. Even so, we get a few more stares as six people pile out of my little car, only Lisa and AnnaBelle are dressed normally.

  Just as we’re about to walk in and order, I hear a bark. Turning, I see a small golden dog crawl out of my car. The door magically closes behind it as the four-legged creature comes up to us. I could have sworn I’d closed the door behind me when I got out.

  “Arethusa,” I grumble, but I’m nearly bowled over as Lisa rushes over and picks up the transformed fairy.

  “Oh, aren’t you just the cutest,” she says in high-pitched baby talk.

  Rolling my eyes, I hold open the entrance door for the six women. I decide to pay for everyone, and we pile back into the Orange bubble to continue home.

  Lisa gets disappointed when Areth changes back into her normal form, but that only makes the fairy laugh uproariously.

  “We need to talk,” I say to everyone when we’re done eating. You can actually he
ar Areth’s wings flapping in the silence that follows. I grow uncomfortable as all six women regard me, but there is a lot that needs discussing.

  We get seated in a general circle as I look at each woman. “For some of you, life has taken a drastic change.” AnnaBelle, Lisa, Ondine, and even Arethusa nod their heads. “Your world has been turned upside down, but I want you to know that I’ll do whatever I can to help you through this.”

  I stop and address Ondine, “Earth is not what you’re expecting. As long as everyone thinks you’re a human, no one will give you a second thought, but it’s going to take some time to get used to the way things are done here. Lisa, do you think Becky and yourself will be willing to show her the ropes?”

  “I called Becky as soon as I had cell service,” she says, showing me her phone. I remember that mine had been in the pocket of my pants, and is now sitting at the bottom of the sea in the Shadow World. “We don’t have room for everyone though, unless Areth is willing to work her magic there?”

  “I’m going to need a lot of rain to make a change like that, again,” the fairy says, and it’s only then I understand the fairy’s powers. She must be some kind of water fairy, drawing her power from falling rain or maybe it’s just moving water.

  “I’ll have to check the forecast,” Lisa murmurs, then looks back at the rest of us. “We can take in one more, and even Areth if she agrees to stay as a cute little dog. . . .” Lisa turns big hopeful eyes on the floating fairy, but she shakes her head emphatically. Lisa pouts, but turns back to the rest of us. “I’d be happy to take Ondine in. I could use some help at the dojo, and I have a feeling we could teach each other some fighting styles.”

  “Good, now that that’s decided, we need to figure out the rest.” I take in a deep breath, but Lisa pipes up with some unexpected news.

  “By the way, it’s Thursday afternoon. We’ve been gone for most of a week. How’s that possible?”

  “Dang it!” I mutter. So far, every trip to the Shadow World had worked in my favor for time, but not this time. “Time works differently between the two worlds,” I explain. “Sometimes it’s faster there, and sometimes it’s slower. Has your dojo been okay without you?”