The Succubae Seduction Ch. 06

Several failed attempts, one hour, and a massively bruised ego later, I give up. I'm still full of vigor after all the rapings by TanaVesta, but I don't think I'll ever get flying down. At least, not in time to save Brooke. Looking to the curly haired woman, I can see that she's having problems. Her lips are dry and cracked, she isn't sweating like Angela and I am, and her breathing is haggard.

"Why is she hurting so badly, this quickly?" I ask the succubus.

"This quickly? Lyden, she came to rescue you when we didn't come back after a day. She found and rescued me first, and we tried to get to you, but that rock was always blocking our path when the dragon wasn't with you." That means she was in the fire realm for well over a day. I shudder to think what might have happened to her if the red dragon hadn't gotten distracted while replacing the boulder in front of that antechamber.

"Don't worry about me," Brooke says, and her voice sounds even more dry and cracked than she looks right now. "Any minute now, the Pillar of Fire will realize where you've gone, and her minions will come pouring out of that portal. Get away while you can. I'll only slow you down."

"No!" I refuse her words. "I won't leave you or anyone else. We're all going, and that's that!" Dashing to the top of the nearest dune, I shove off hard from it, kicking a huge divot in the sand, and launching myself fifteen feet into the air. I spread my wings thinking, feeling, and knowing that this time I'll succeed. There is no wind to catch my open wings, except the speed of my passing. I wait but a moment, before giving a very controlled flap.

And plummet into the soft, itchy sand below.

"Dammit," I swear, not caring about my language, as I'm so frustrated. I stand up and start brushing the sand from me. I'd be a lot more comfortable if I had clothes on, I think, but know that learning how to fly is of greater importance.

Wait a minute. . . .

"It's almost as if your wings are too large for your body," Angela says, taking long strides through the sand over to me. I know she's walking and not flying out of respect for what little is left of my pride.

It just might work. . . .

"Have you thought about maybe shrinking them a bit? You could still carry her, if they were just a bit smaller, though it may also slow us down."

Closing my eyes, I picture in my mind what I want, just like Angela had taught me with the clothing, but this time I have something else planned. I mentally step into my image, and hear Angela gasp in terror, as I feel my body shift.

I also feel like a huge weight has settled across my entire body, and I'm physically and mentally drained. Opening my eyes, I look down at the succubus, and see that she's crouched, and ready to attack or flee. I crane my now long neck around and open my snout to speak to her, but my forked tongue doesn't want to cooperate with human speech, and I end up growling something instead.

IT'S ME, I mentally blast at her, LYDEN! My energy levels dip lower, but I still have more than plenty to function.

"But. . . but you're a. . . d-dragon!" she stutters.

I nod my head, and walk on four legs over to where Brooke is now laying unconscious. As gently as I can, I try to pick her up in my sharp teeth, but I'm too worried about hurting the assassin further.

"You want her on your back," Angela says, her mind finally catching on to what I intend. With her help, Brooke is soon situated in a depression on my back, which fits the redhead perfectly.

WHICH WAY? I ask, and Angela takes to the air, moving to what I feel is north. My sense of direction is drastically increased, and for some reason I feel more balanced with my wings as I take off running. As soon as I'm comfortable in this new body, I start to take running leaps between dunes, eventually using my wings to glide from one tip to the next. By the time we reach the sea, I'm not yet truly flying, but I'm gliding with ease.

In mid-leap I concentrate on my vocal cords and tongue, so that I can talk normally. The drain on my system is thankfully minimal.

"What laws did TanaVesta claim you broke?" I ask as soon as I land.

Angela looks at me for a moment, before answering. "There are many laws concerning you humans, and the rest of us. After the pillars made our realm, there was great fear that some of your kind would find a way to us, and continue to slaughter us. It became illegal to bring a human across. She tried to claim that I'd broken that law with you."

"But you didn't know I was different untilafteryou brought me to your field," I protest.

"Actually, I had an idea that you weren't entirely human. Remember how you could see me when no one else could?" I had to agree that she was right.

"What other laws do I need to look out for?" I ask. The last thing I want to do is get more enemies after me.

"Concerning humans?" She waits for me to land from another gliding leap before answering. "We can't marry or create offspring with humans. Succubae are heavily watched on that law, but we can choose when to mate, and when to just have sex. Also, it's very heavily frowned upon for two different species to have offspring. There's no telling what the outcome might be. Some of the worst disasters in both our worlds came from the mixing of species." I realize that this means I can never truly be with either Angela or Brooke.

"How are generators made?" The look she gives me lets me know that my question didn't come out as smooth as I'd tried to make it.

"That's a heavily guarded secret, and only two of the pillars know: Light and Dark." Some emotion apparently registers on my draconian features, for she adds, "I'm sorry Lyden. I don't know how you came to be."

Angela leads the rest of the way in silence, staying aloft, and either she goes slowly for me, or I'm a lot faster in this form, but it only takes us about two hours to reach the Mediterranean.

The sight of so much water brings back terrors of drowning, from when I was a kid. My legs lock up, and my heart pounds to see that much water in one place. I know Angela is yelling at me to get Brooke to the water, but I can't move. Doesn't she realize that if I get close to that, it'll rise up and take what it lost so many years ago? I can't go near it!

The waves lapping against the sandy shore seem to be calling to me. "Come here,swish. Come join us,swoosh. Become one with us,shwash."

"Lyden, she will die if you don't get her to the water." Angela's frantic tone pulls me from the trance that the sea had placed on me, and my vision is swallowed in the succubus's swirling pupils.

"Die?" I ask confused. "I don't want to die."

Her slap against my scaly face finally breaks the last vestiges of my self-induced terror, and I know what must be done.

I have to carry her into the water, my mortal foe. I don't know if she just has to touch it, or be submerged, but with my current size, I'm going to have to travel further than knee deep to get her there.

I don't know if I can do this. I can still hear the whispers from the waves. I'm so tired. I feel like I've run a hundred miles, when I've really run a lot more than that. A bone deep weariness starts to seep into my joints, and I think how comfortable the sand would feel to lie upon. Just lie down, and take a week long nap. Doesn't that sound delightful?

The amount of willpower it takes to take the first step with my right foreleg is probably enough to move mountains, but it barely moves me. Thankfully, once in motion, my movements become easier, until all four of my legs are moving in their proper rhythm.

The relatively cool water touching my front talons almost makes me stop, but I know that once I do, I'll never get moving again.

My rear legs splash as they enter the water, and my overheated chest is suddenly chilled by a wave passing beneath me. Sensing no movement or even life from Brooke, I keep moving. Am I too late? Did I hesitate too long, and kill her in my procrastination?

NO! I have to believe that she'll be okay. She saved my life when I was a kid, and risked her life to rescue me from TanaVesta's clutches. Now it's finally time to return those favors.

A cold, bone deep chill sets into me as my wings sink below the surface, and I have to stretch my serpentine neck to keep my head above the water. "Just a couple more steps," I tell myself out loud, letting my voice be my own encouragement. Where is Lisa when I really need a cheerleader? "A couple more steps, and she'll be in the water."

The weight on my back suddenly shifts, and I have to carefully turn my almost submerged head to see what's happening. Angela is flying just above me, and has one of Brooke's hands in hers, as she tugs the still unconscious woman from me.

There is a slight shimmer under the water as her legs slip from my body, but I can't tell what is happening. Hopefully it means she's recovering.

The cold is really sinking in, and I know that if I don't get out of the water soon, it truly will claim me for good. I begin the ponderous task of turning my bulk around, and find that I'm breathing heavily from the effort. I'm tempted to change back into my human form, but I don't think I have the energy for it, and besides, this far out, I'd drown for sure.

The beach looks so inviting. Like a great place to take a nap, snuggled into the sand, head turned and tucked under my wing, and oblivious to the world.

"Lyden, what are you doing?" the winged succubus demands, and I realize that I've already begun to lie down while still in the water. The sound of the lapping waves still chants to me. Rest. Sleep. Lay down your burdens.

Angela still has Brooke's wrists in her hands, and drags her over to the beach, while I ponderously resume my trek. The waves help push me towards the shore, then become traitorous as they recede back into the sea. Every step seems to become more difficult, as my talon-tipped claws feel like lead weights.

Only thirty feet to go, I think. How did I get here? Twenty feet. Why am I here? Fifteen feet. Why am I so cold? I was so warm, not that long ago. Ten feet. So tired. So exhausted. When was the last time I slept?

Yes, a nap sounds so good right now. Just lie down, listen to the water, and close my eyes. . . . What is that annoying sound? Why won't it let me rest? Doesn't it know how tired I am?

"Lyden, you're coldblooded right now! You're almost out of the water. Just a couple more steps!"

Coldblooded? I can't be coldblooded, I'm a human. Right? Something doesn't feel right, and I stand back up, following the advice of the sensible voice.

"That's it, Lyden. One step after another. Keep going. You're doing great. Just take a couple more steps and you're out."

"I-I can't," I mumble, the exhaustion becoming too much for me. Collapsing to the ground, I finally get my sleep.

* * *

"Wake up," Angela says softly, shaking my shoulders. "The water's not helping her enough."

My eyes snap open as I look around to find my friend. I spot her immediately, her lower half submerged in the surf, and still unaware of the world around me. As the wave pulls away, the early morning sunlight shines off some large blue-tinted fish that's slowly swallowing Brooke.

Panic stricken, I stumble to my feet, and just barely note that I'm human again, naked and no longer chained, as I run to the assassin.

I'm not prepared for what I find. Staring hard at her, my mind can't comprehend her transformation.

"She's a mermaid," Angela's voice says right next to my ear. I notice that her wings are gone, and she's back to her punk form: short blue hair, hazel eyes, and even a round nose-ring this time.

"A . . .mermaid? But—but,how?" I demand.

Angela gives me a funny look, before shaking her head. "I guess I should have told you before; mermaids are Varun's assassins. Centaurs for Gaia the Pillar of Earth, and kobolds are TanaVesta's assassins. Kobolds are also those large hairy things that acted as the Pillar of Fire's personal guards."

"But . . . a mermaid?" Somehow it just doesn't sink in.

"If you're done spazzing out, she still needs your help. She's too weak and needs you to give her some life," Angela says, as she looks deep into my eyes. I can see sadness there, and wonder what that statement must have cost her.

What am I thinking? She's a succubus! She must be sad at the thought of losing Brooke, though that doesn't seem to fit either. If only I still weren't so tired, I could think clearer.

"But I'm still exhausted, and she's asleep. I can't do that to her!" I protest.

"Just go into her dreams, like I did when you were in the hospital." The way she says that makes it seem so obvious.

"Why can't you do it?" I ask, feeling shamed that I'm asking someone else to help Brooke, but I'm so tired.

"Because she's not into women," comes the easy response. I wonder how Angela could possibly know this, until I remember that she's a creature of sex. She must have some innate sense of what turns people on.

My friend still needs help, and I determine that I'll do what it takes.

Following Angela's directions, I close my eyes after getting comfortable in the sand. Well, as comfortable as I can while sitting naked in steadily warming sand. Sending out my thoughts, they touch upon the weak mermaid.

Impenetrable blackness surrounds me, and I lose all sense of direction as I enter the assassin's mind.

"You don't belong here," a disembodied voice sounds from all around me, and I spin around trying to locate it.

"Brooke?" I yell. "I'm here to help you!"

"Why don't you go back to your demonic lover?" the voice sounds again, and I can make out the angry sadness in it.

"Brooke, you've been my friend since elementary. I can't lose you."

"What abouther?" The voice sounds like it's solidifying, and I spin to face it.

"What about her?" I ask back.

"Aren't you in love with her?" A shadowy form begins to take shape, and I take a step towards it, but I don't seem to move. "I believe she's falling in love with you."

It seems odd to hear that, after Angela had said the same thing about Brooke.

"No, she's just a friend," I reply back.

"Like me?"

Dang it, I can't seem to say anything right.

"You're different," I tell her honestly. "You've been there for me throughout my life. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. Brooke, you're not just my friend, but my closest and dearest companion."

"You'd think differently, if you knew the whole truth about me." Her form starts to fade again.

"Wait! Do you mean about you being a mermaid? I already know. I don't have a problem with that. Is it about you being an assassin? I've known that for days." Her form becomes more substantial, and this time when I try to move, her form comes closer to me. "Please let me help you!"

"But you don't know everything. . ." her voice trails off, but I finally reach her and hug her mostly solid body to me.

"And I don't care," I whisper back to her, and her form comes into complete focus as her arms slip around my waist.

"Are you really here, or am I just dreaming?" Her words murmured into my shoulder warms my heart.

"Yes," I answer both questions, smiling as she looks up at me. Apparently my smile is infectious and she grins back up at me.

"In that case—" she cuts herself off as her lips press against mine. The kiss is gentle and sweet as her arms pull me tighter to her. An eternity passes before she pulls away, and it still feels too soon. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." Her face nuzzles into my neck, and once again I feel warm all over.

"Why didn't you?" I ask, wishing she had on more than one occasion.

"It's against our laws to form permanent attachments to humans. It's too hard not to want kids, and they can become very dangerous." She sounds like she wants to say more, but doesn't, and I remember the conversation with Angela about that.

"Lyden?"

"Yes, Brooke?"

"Make love to me in this place." Her words, delivered so softly, carry a large impact.

Placing my hand under her chin, I lift her head just a bit, and bring our faces back together. This time when our lips meet, they part, and I feel her tongue lick along my lips.

Sucking her tongue between my teeth, I drop my hands down her back, until they're resting lightly on her rear. This kiss is very different from the last one; hungrier and more demanding.

Pulling up the back of her shirt, I allow my hands to glide up her smooth skin to the clasps of her bra. Despite the practice I've had at undoing these annoying things, I still struggle with hers. That is, until I remember that we're in her mind and with a quick thought, she is completely topless.

"Oh," she gasps, when her clothes disappear, and she steps back from me and stares at her small breasts. When she looks back up at me, I can see a gleam in her eyes, which is oddly juxtaposed by her sucking in her bottom lip.

I feel a sudden draft, and realize that I'm now completely naked.

"Oh, really?" I ask with a wicked grin, before making the rest of her clothes completely vanish. Her body is truly magnificent. Slim legs, leading up to slender hips. There isn't a hair on her body below her head, and even though her tits are small, about A-cups, they fit the rest of her slender body perfectly. "Well," I ask while arching one eyebrow, "Are you just going to stare at me, or can I continue fulfilling your request?"

"You'd better make love to me," she tells me, before literally jumping into my arms.

Laughing as I catch her, I gently place her on the non-existent floor and return to kissing her. I break the kiss, and brush my lips down along her jaw, to her neck, and then her chest. Returning to kisses once again, I nibble lightly around her mammaries, spiraling my way up to her nipples, before taking the small nubs between my teeth, and sucking gently.

Brooke is moaning softly by the time I break away from her tasty teats and kiss my way down her body. I stop off at her belly button just long enough to shove my tongue into the small dimple before going down deeper to her sweet sex.

Her love juices are already flowing as I dip my tongue into her hole. She tastes sweet and wonderful, filling my mouth with her fluids as she moans and grinds herself against my lips. Sucking in one of her labia, I chew lightly on it, until her moaning reaches a crescendo. I shove my nose against her clit, shaking my head back and forth, as I push my tongue into her as deep as possible. Her fingers dig into the back of my head as she cries out in pleasure.

Knowing that I need to transfer energy to her, and not away from her, I focus my mind on that task, but don't feel any different. Did I do anything wrong? Did she fake the orgasm? Why wasn't there some transfer of life?

Brooke's moaning brings me back to the present, and I decide to try again on her next climax.

Sliding back up her body, I smile down at her, my grey eyes meeting her sea-green ones. I line up my cock with her coochy, and she finally speaks up.

"I've dreamt of this moment for so long," she tells me.

"Well, technically you're still dreaming," I tell her, and before she can respond, I move my hips forward and kiss her softly. My penis automatically conforms to her inner walls as I slide halfway in.

She pulls her face away from mine, and licks her lips. "Is that what I taste like in real life?" She smacks her lips a bit more, then adds, "Not as bad as I thought."

I move my hips back, and then drive forward again. "I think you taste wonderful."

"Shut up and kiss me." Before I have a chance to say or do anything more, her arms wrap around my neck and pulls my face back down to hers. Our tongues mingle while our bodies writhe.

"Oh, Lyden," she moans, "I love you so much. Never leave me!" Her body locks up, as she realizes the words she'd just uttered. I smile at her as I kiss her again, not entirely sure how to respond. Apparently it's the right move. Her pussy ripples around my length as she cums again, and again I try to transfer energy to her, but to no avail.