by J. Sselxuyt
“What? NO!” I protest. Why did she have to walk out, just as we were heading up to my apartment? And why would she think that?
Brooke saved my life when I was just a little kid, and for some reason has always looked after me. I’d been boating with my family, when the ship must have capsized, dumping us all in the lake. My parent’s bodies were found fairly quickly, but I hadn’t washed up on shore for two whole days. No one could explain how I’d survived for two days, least of all me. I was too young. What I know now is mainly due to reading the reports afterwards. I remember almost nothing from that day, or the two following, other than a sense of darkness and fear. Brooke had been the one to find me and take me to an orphanage.
And now, here she is again, finding me with two women!
“Well I can see that now,” she replies jovially, giving the two women a wink. It’s only then that I realize she’s teasing me. Why am I even letting Becky and Lisa into my apartment anyway? Because some subtle instinct had told me I should? Pshaw! I should have left them back at work! No use now.
Embarrassed, I quickly unlock my door, fumbling my keys only once, and throw the door open. I rush through as if escaping a dangerous beast.
“Was that your girlfriend?” Becky asks me, flipping her braided brown hair over her shoulder.
“No, she just saved my life when we were kids, and we’ve been friends ever since,” I reply with perhaps a little more heat than I mean to.
“Okay, okay, I was just asking,” she says defensively. “She’s very pretty though. Wish I had eyes that green.”
“Oh, stop, Becky,” Lisa finally pipes up. “You’re beautiful too. How else did you entice this stud back to our place? I saw how everyone was treating him there, and he chose to walk away with you. Hell, he has that hot body across the hall, and he still brought us up here.”
Wow! If ever I need a cheerleader, Lisa is the one to choose.
“You’re right, Lees,” Becky tells her friend, shortening the Blonde’s name. She turns to me, and places her hand on my chest. “He did bring us up here. Do you think he wants to do vile and dirty things to us?”
I open my mouth to protest that that’s not why I’d brought them up here, but Lisa’s hands come from nowhere to wrap around me, and I hear her say, “I certainly hope so.”
“Now, wait,” I finally find my voice, but before I can say more, Becky’s hand pulls my head down to her level, plants her lips on mine, and I forget what I was about to say. My arms go around the brunette’s short, slender form, and pull her tighter to me, picking her up and deeper into the kiss. I can feel Lisa’s breasts pressed against my back, while her hands unsnap my pants, and dig into my boxers to find my hardening cock.
Moaning into the kiss as Lisa begins rubbing the head of my penis, I set the short woman back down and start working on Becky’s pants. Lust has overtaken me, and I desperately want to rip into these two pretty women. As soon as her pants are on the floor, I break the kiss and pull up her shirt. She’s wearing a tan bra today, and without hesitation I pull down the left cup and latch onto her dark nipple, sucking hard and making her moan.
My pants hit the floor a moment later, and I sense Lisa getting between us as I’m hunched over. She gently massages my scrotum. “My God, Becky. I still can’t believe you fit this beast down your throat.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Becky moans as her fingers dig into my short hair. “You’ve got to try it. He really tastes great!”
Digging at the snaps of Becky’s bra, I can’t seem to get them undone. It doesn’t help my concentration when I feel Lisa’s warm mouth stretch around my cock, and finally in frustration I pull the whole damned thing up over her head, being careful only of her melons as I do so. The swear word barely even registers in my mind.
I look down and see that Lisa has somehow successfully managed to squash my prick halfway down her gullet.
Becky grabs my attention back as she hungrily kisses me, and I let my right hand go to her already wet snatch. My left hand goes to the back of Lisa’s head, to let her know I’m enjoying her ministrations. It doesn’t take me long to find the brown-haired woman’s clit, and I vigorously rub back and forth, making her shudder in pleasure. As soon as I sense her getting close, I slip my middle two fingers into her, crook them, and begin vigorously rubbing the front wall of her vagina. A few seconds later, I’m rewarded for my efforts as she soaks my hand and the back of Lisa’s head in her squirted fluids. A new wave a pleasurable energy washes into me at the same time, recalling me to what I can now do, and that I need to be careful.
“What the. . .” Lisa asks, releasing my rod, and feeling the back of her head, before turning to look at her friend.
“I—I’ve never. . . never cum like that before,” Becky states breathlessly. “It felt odd, but so intense!”
“I’m jealous!” Lisa pouts, before turning completely around, and locking her lips on her friend’s nether-lips. Becky lies flat on the floor, and Lisa doesn’t let up, making the short woman moan in delight. Lisa’s ass is in the air, her pink pussy lips pointed at me—when did she take off her pants?—and I figure that’s as good a spot as any to store my penis.
Squatting down behind the hungry woman, I rub the head of my rod against her slit, making her moan into Becky’s pussy and shake her rear in anticipation. I thrust forward and slip into her already soaked coochy. She takes a quarter of my length before I have to pull back and dive in again. I can tell that she’s a little looser than Becky, yet she seems to fit like a glove. Just as Becky had last night.
“Oh, God,” Lisa cries out, and I see she has two fingers buried in Becky’s vagina. “I can feel you in every corner of my cunt. Fuck me hard with that big stick. Fuck ME!” Her language grates on my nerves, but I do as she asks, driving into her with force, until I feel her little hole clamp down on me hard, and strength flows into me. This time I remember to put up a mental block before taking too much from her.
I continue to pound into her, until she reaches back and puts her hand against my stomach, and pushes me back. I sit on my rump and grin as I continue to watch the blonde shake in orgasmic bliss.
Suddenly Becky is right there, leering at me. “Good, maybe now she’ll believe me when I say that you’re the best lay in town. Now then, my little cunny is a little too sensitive right now, so we’ll have to use my back door to finish this monster off.” She emphasizes her words with a quick tug on my member, then bends over, and starts cleaning her roommate’s juices from me. Once again, she’s able to take me fully into her throat. If it hadn’t been for that little escapade with Sheila earlier today, I likely would lose it right now. Instead, I’m able to last while she deposits a liberal amount of saliva on my dick, before turning her back on me, aiming my pole, and impaling her tiny ass on it.
The feeling of her sphincter sliding down my cock is divine, and I lay fully back on the floor, trying not to shoot my load too quickly.
“You made her squirt,” a whisper startles me, “now I want to squirt.” I turn to see Lisa watching my cock slipping in and out of her friend’s anus as Becky bounces up and down on top of me.
Her little pussy is within easy reach, and I slip my middle two fingers into her freshly screwed hole. Crooking my fingers again, I rub vigorously against her inner front wall, making her moan and hunch her hips against my invading digits.
“Oh shit, it’s been a long time since something in my ass has made me cum!” The brunette cries out a second before her sphincter tightens on my dick. I immediately throw up my block against her energy.
“Oh, I feel it,” Lisa starts to moan. “Watching you make her cum, and whatever it is you’re doing is going to make me cum too. Oh, shit, it feels like I’ve gotta pee.”
I don’t let up however, somehow knowing that is what a squirt can feel like. When it happens, I find that she doesn’t put out quite the force that Becky had, but my hand is soaked nonetheless. I also feel my mental wall crumble under the force of both these women’s orgasms. I�
�m so overwhelmed by the feeling of their pleasure that I can’t hold mine back anymore, and I unload into Becky’s colon.
Our energies seem to feed back and forth into each other, constantly driving us to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure until we can take no more, and blackness overwhelms us.
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Chapter 04
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Heading for Answers, Finding Trouble Instead
“Well, it seems I needn’t have worried about you, after all,” a voice says above me.
My eyes snap open to see an unfamiliar woman in a jogging outfit, bleached blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and some of the longest legs I’ve ever seen leading up to a skin-tight pair of jogging shorts, standing proudly over me. Her midriff is bare below a sports bra that proudly shows off a pair of decent sized breasts, and it’s very easy to see that her nipples are hard.
I attempt to sit up, and realize that I have a naked woman in each arm, and my crotch, soaked in our mixed juices, gives away what we’d been doing.
“Who. . .?” I ask, trying to figure out who this unfamiliar woman is. Looking outside, I see that the sun has set, and it feels like it’s late into the night.
“Have you forgotten me already? I talked to you just a couple hours ago.” A mischievous smile splits her lips, and for just a second the woman flickers and I can see Angela’s punk aspect, before she returns to her jogging persona. “I had to stop off for a snack, but it looks like you had the main course.”
“Angela,” I say in relief, realizing that she’s the only person who could’ve gotten into my apartment without the key. “Wait. . . . A couple hours? You’ve been gone for over a day!”
“Damn!” she stomps her foot. “I hate how time plays odd tricks while in my realm. When I came out of my building and it was night, I’d just assumed it was the same night.”
“Did you find out what’s going on with me?” I ask, then go on to explain what’s been happening the last couple days. Thankfully Becky and Lisa stay asleep.
She seems to grow nervous as I talk, but finally shakes her head, saying, “I didn’t find out exactly what’s happening to you, but I’ve been hearing some things that I don’t like.” She hesitates a moment, looking to the still naked women, before continuing. “We need to go back to my realm and discuss some things. I have a . . . friend . . . that may be able to shed some light on this, but she needs to see you first.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell the succubus, studiously avoiding looking at the two naked women. “I didn’t even think about how you might feel about me sleeping with other women.”
Angela gives me a funny look, glancing at the two again, before bursting out with laughter. “I’m a succubus, silly! It doesn’t matter to me that you’ve been with a few women. Honestly, with everything happening to you, I’d be surprised if you don’t get some every chance you have.” She smiles at me, to lessen the hurt of her laughter and takes my hand. “It’s a great stress reliever, and if you’re still drawing energy from them, then all I can say is be careful. If you draw too much at once, they’ll die.”
Shocked, I pull away from the supernatural being. Of course, I knew that was a possibility and that’s why I’ve tried to be so careful, but to hear it said out loud really drives it home.
“Lyden.”
I mean, I could really hurt someone. No, I need to be honest. I can kill someone if I’m not careful.
“Lyden, stop.”
Looking at the two women, I start to panic. Were they breathing? The last few seconds of our tryst had been intense. Did I kill them and didn’t even realize it? What kind of monster am I?
“Lyden!”
No, Becky is breathing, and they’d both been warm while we were lying together. Maybe I’ll have to go celibate. That’s the only way to make sure I don’t kill—
A sharp sting against my cheek brings me back to the present, and I find two very large, very angry, brown eyes boring into me. Once again I can see flames in the back of her irises, and I shudder in reaction from more than just the slap.
“Now listen here, Lyden. I know what you’re worried about. As long as you don’t take and take and take, and you let them rest, you’re not going to hurt anyone.”
“But how will I know when to stop?” I demand, pleading.
I see the fire in her eyes quenched by sadness, the new emotion replacing the heat. “You’ll know. . . . You’ll feel them getting weaker as you continue. They may even pass out, but you’ll feel so alive . . . so powerful.” Her eyes close as she sits on a chair at my kitchen table. “I haven’t felt that way in a very long time. I’d almost forgotten, until we were together in my world. The unimaginable bliss becomes everything to you.”
Feeling sorry for her, I walk over, squat down, and pull her into a hug. I can feel my shoulder growing wet as she cries. “Did you care a lot for him?” I ask when I feel her sobs lessen.
I’m not expecting her reaction. “Care for him?!?” There’s anger in her eyes again, but I can tell that this time its target is someone else. “I absolutely despised the man. He was a vile, evil creature, and . . . and . . . I killed him.” The last words, delivered in a whisper, allow me to feel the horror she still suffers from that act.
A glimmer of understanding starts to seep in. Whoever he’d been, she’d despised him, but somehow his death still weighs heavily on her conscience. I wonder if that experience may have been what led to her becoming a succubus. She’d told me that it had been from her own actions.
Then something else she’d said sinks in. “You felt the same after we had sex in the Shadow World?”
“Shadow World?” she asks, blinking to clear her eyes, and I realize that that’d been a term I’d come up with on my own. She gives a little laugh, before saying, “I like it. It fits. But yes, I’m still buzzing from the energy of our coupling. Normally I only take enough to sustain me for a day, but unless I have to expend a lot in a hurry, I’ll likely last a week or more. I haven’t felt this alive in centuries.” Standing, she faces me, and looks curiously into my gray eyes. “I still don’t understand how you survived? Especially since you received life-energy as well.”
Becky stirs and mumbles something, and Lisa cuddles closer to her roommate, disrupting Angela’s thought.
“We’d better go,” the succubus says and starts walking towards the door.
“Um, what about . . . ?” I ask; indicating the two slumbering women.
“Oh, they should keep until we get back,” she says off handedly.
“And if we’re gone for days instead of hours?” I press.
“Hmm, leave them a note then.” I do as told and cover them with a blanket before going to walk out the door. That’s when I realize I’m still stark naked. “Oh, for crying out loud, clothe yourself.” I turn to walk back in, but she stops me. “Try getting dressed mentally. Just think about the outfit you want to wear, and then think yourself into it.” She blinks, and suddenly, her jogging outfit changes color, demonstrating her advice. If I weren’t color-blind, I’d be able to identify what color it’d changed to. Something dark, but I can’t tell if it’s brown, green, tan, or something in-between.
Concentrating, I try to picture myself in a comfortable shirt and denim shorts. When I have the image in my mind, I try to apply it to myself. . . .
And wake up on the floor.
“Are you okay?” Angela asks worriedly.
I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings. Looking at my body, I can see that I’m dressed. My arms and legs feel like led weights. “Maybe I shouldn’t try that again,” I say, and I’m glad that at least my voice is steady.
“Yeah,” Angela says as she helps me to my feet. My legs are still a bit wobbly, but I manage to keep them under me and the room only spins a little. “I guess you don’t have all the same abilities as me, or are at least quite a bit weaker. Do you want to fuck and rebuild your strength?”
I think about it for a moment, but I really want to know what’s going on too. “Maybe later, if I need it. I think I’ll be fine for now.” My stomach growls, giving away the lie, and I quickly snatch a cold slice of pizza from the fridge, scarfing it down.
We walk out together, only to be confronted by Brooke again. “Oh! Lyden,” she says as we’re both not expecting to see the other. Then she blinks at Angela, and I wonder what’s going through her mind. She’d seen me go into my apartment with two girls, and come out with a different one. “And this is . . . ?”
I open my mouth to speak, but the succubus cuts me off.
“I’m his girlfriend, Angela,” she holds her hand out to my friend, and I just stand there, unsure what to say.
Brooke stares at the hand, then back up to me. “Lyden, can I talk to you for a moment?” She looks to Angela and pointedly adds, “Alone.”
I can see worry in my friend’s eyes, and I wonder what has her so concerned.
“We’re kind of in a hurry,” Angela says, and tugs me down the hallway towards the elevator.
“We’ll talk when I get back,” I yell over my shoulder at Brooke as we turn a corner and find an open and waiting elevator. Well that’s convenient.
As soon as the doors are closed, Angela turns to me, and pushes me against the wall, her forearm against my collarbone. I’m still a little weak from the clothing debacle, and have no strength to resist her. “What do you know about that woman,” she asks me fiercely, and I just stare back at her in uncomprehending confusion.
“I, she’s, um, but, she’s a friend,” I finally splutter.
“Okay, but what do you know about her?” the fierce woman presses painfully against my chest, making it harder to breath.
“She saved my life when I was a kid, and she’s always looked out for me. Jeez, what’s wrong?” I wheeze, beginning to get worried.
