by J. Sselxuyt
She had to stop as a sob broke through. She dropped her head to hug his unmoving form. “I love you, father,” she whispered and sealed it with a kiss on his cheek.
She tried to impart all of her emotions into that peck. There was a flash of light and for a moment Lysa thought maybe she had healed him. Especially considering the terrible drain on her system. Surely the considerable power she held would be enough to bring him back?
Her father remained unmoving, un-breathing, and un-living. There was no spark of life left in him, despite what had happened in this room for his sake.
Despair washed over her then as the realization sunk in that her father was truly and permanently gone.
She fled, the wind of her passing making the torches and candles along the walls flicker and sputter.
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Angela knew she didn’t have much time. In fact, the torches and candles along the wall were the only reason she was able to be here at all. Fire was her element in more ways than one now. Before becoming the Pillar of Fire, she could enter any of the other realms she chose. Now she was all but locked into her own. Only when in the presence of open flame could she materialize anywhere else.
She silently thanked Gaia for this one kindness. She’d asked the Pillar of Earth to move the ritual into her own realm, but Gaia had demurred. The sustenance that Lyden had taken from her would only remain valid as long as he remained in Earth’s demesne. As soon as he’d been shot, a giant golem had taken him from Angela’s loving arms, whisking him back here before the milk from Gaia’s breasts could wear off.
Angela spent weeks crying herself into a stupor, barely caring for the damage she was causing in two worlds. Luckily in the end, only a few cities were wiped out, a few new volcanic islands were created, and other volcanoes awakened. She grieved for the loss of so many lives, but it was hard to compare that grief to losing the man that had awoken in her feelings very few succubae ever truly feel.
A man that had actually seduced the heart of a succubus. Even the death of her pseudo-father was forgiven when weighed against her devotion to the man that had seen through her invisibility so many months ago in his office.
She took a moment to look down at his peaceful features. If she hadn’t known any better, she would have thought he was only sleeping. That was the only time he ever looked so calm. The world and his responsibilities had weighed heavily on him while he lived. Now in death, he was able to relax.
Through the flames along the walls, she had watched the orgy. The part of her that’d been a succubus had craved joining in. The part of her that was the Pillar of Fire stopped her. She could have manifested for a short time, but then she would have spent months trying to recover her strength. Strength that would have fled her before the fun had even ended. This way she was able to watch until the end.
The orgy had lasted too long for her to say here, despite the flames in the room. Not even a bonfire would have supported her long enough to match the pace set by her friends.
And now she could pay her final respects in her own way.
Already she could feel herself weakening. She mentally commanded the candles and torches to burn brighter, slackening the ebb of energy leaching out of her. She had no more time to waste.
With the flicker of a thought, her clothing burned from her body. She was in the form she’d first met Lyden in, with her shoulder length blue hair, earrings completely circling her ears, and her sensitive nipples each pierced with a golden ring. She reached down to the stud piercing the hood over her clit. She was already wet with anticipation, despite her heartbreak. As a succubus, she was always ready.
Reaching out, she threw back the white sheet covering the other half of her heart. Her hand came back, and she trailed her fingers up his phallus, rigid even in death. She could sense the portions of his soul floating inside him and understood why the ritual had failed. She wasn’t surprised that no one else had seen this. Her former profession as a succubus made her sensitive to a person’s soul. She was more keenly aware than the others what was inside of them. The portions of his soul hadn’t come together as one. She wondered briefly if this was because those in the room hadn’t been together as one, or because Lyden had loved them all differently.
A candle sputtered and went out, curling smoke into the air and recalling Angela to her limited time.
She summoned her wings, leathery black and three fingered, before climbing on top of Lyden. Although technically it would be necrophilia, she didn’t consider this to be so, with the portions of his soul still in his body.
She used her wings to maintain her balance as she lifted up, positioned him at her entrance, and sank back. In his current state, his rod didn’t conform to her inner walls as it had in life, and he filled her up in ways that have been missing from her life for too long.
“Oh, Lyden,” she moaned, placing her hands on his chest, “I love you so much.” She beat her wings against the air, snuffing out another candle in the process, but also lifting her up. She let gravity take over again and sank back down, stuffing her twat to bursting with his meat. “Oh, Lyden!” she cried out again, repeating the gesture and snuffing another candle, but she didn’t care. It felt too good to have him in her again. Having him fill her pussy up in a way no other lover ever had. He filled more than her sex. He filled her heart, her soul, and her very being with hope and life.
With every beat of her wings another candle went out, or a torch was snuffed, further weakening her. But it also brought her closer to completion as she slid up and down his length. In his non-magical state, he was truly a monster between her thighs. She moved one hand to a nipple ring, twisting it gently as she continued to fuck him. Her other hand went to the stud by her clit, bumping it back and forth and driving herself closer to climax.
“You feel so great, my love. I can feel you in every ounce of my essence. Thank you for being who you were and loving a poor succubus. Oh, Lyden! I love you! Oh, oh, oh!”
She dropped her face down to kiss him on the lips as her inner muscles tried to compress the solid steel impaling her. Her climax rose as she continued to kiss his soft warm lips. Her body shuddered as ecstasy threatened to overwhelm her. Her orgasm was so powerful, it actually felt like he was filling her up with his hot seed. Juices overflowed her womb, gushing out of her, and soaking his scrotum.
She even imagined he was kissing her back, thrusting up into her. She wished that he was still alive, so that she could carry his child.
Her eyes snapped open just before the last torch went out and she found herself staring into clear gray eyes.
“I love you too,” his voice croaked out after months of disuse.
With no flame to support her here, Angela was sucked back to her own demesne. It would be months before she was strong enough to return to her lover. She could only hope that he returned to her instead.
Shadow World Map
Afterward: by the Author
I wanted to take a moment to thank you for buying and reading this book. Without you as a reader, this never could have come to be. It is you the reader that allows our stories to come alive in your imaginations.
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Table of Contents
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Chapter 01 Dead Ends
Chapter 02 Dancing with the Devil
Chapter 03 Working Things Out
Chapter 04 Heading for Answers, Finding Trouble Instead
Chapter 05 Out of the Pan, Into the Fire<
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Chapter 06 Fun With Dragons
Chapter 07 The Long Way Home
Chapter 08 Daily Grind
Chapter 09 Fire Ant
Chapter 10 A Nice Sunday Picnic
Chapter 11 Resurrections
Chapter 12 Marchosias
Chapter 13 Revelations
Chapter 14 The Prophecy
Chapter 15 Making Plans
Chapter 16 Guilty Until Proven Innocent
Chapter 17 The Daughter of Respite
Chapter 18 A Land of Fantasy: Part1
Chapter 19 A Land of Fantasy: Part 2
Chapter 20 Cops, Confrontations, and Coworkers
Chapter 21 Subtlety
Chapter 22 Striking Forth
Chapter 23 Shemhazau
Chapter 24 Murasame
Chapter 25 Healing
Chapter 26 Blue and the Grand Meister
Chapter 27 Dreaming of Escaping
Chapter 28 The Earth Mother
Chapter 29 Putting Out Fires
Chapter 30 Building Supports
Chapter 31 What Must Come
Chapter 32 Eris
Chapter 33 Varun and the Outsider
Chapter 34 Putting Out Lights
Prologue
Shadow World Map
Afterward: by the Author