We get into the elevator, and she swipes her special card, before we begin our ascent.
"Any other pertinent info I should know? Like, oh, I dunno, are we going to have tea with any ogres or goblins?" I ask, trying to cover the quaver in my voice.
"No tea, but we may come across some," she says evenly. "We'll have to travel a bit of a distance, but if we don't bother them, they shouldn't bother us."
I gulp. I mean, what else can I do? Not go? I need to know what's going on with me and why I'm suddenly getting these abilities. I never thought I'd be facing dragons, or goblins, or anything of a fairy-tale nature, but I'm willing to do what it takes to find out.
The elevator dings, and we step out of the oak tree, into a prairie field of flowers. Taking a deep breath, I can already feel my body slowly rejuvenating, as if jumping into a warm pool after a long day's work. I actually have to blink, as it's still day here, while it was night in my world.
"See that peak over there?" she asks, pointing into the distance. "That's where we need to go. Shouldn't take more than half a day."
"How much daylight do we have?" I ask, hoping not to have to travel this strange land in the dark.
"We won't be going through any night zones," she says, then must see the confusion on my face. "Some zones, like this one, are always day, some always night, and some change similar to your world. Our path will keep us in the daylight."
I nod, and breathe a sigh of relief. I have a feeling I don't want to know what lurks in the all-night zones here.
We head away from the oak, and after walking for an hour it becomes apparent that I'm not going to make it half a day hiking, as weak as I am. Even as slowly as this place is rejuvenating me, I haven't slept for what feels like days—not counting the short nap after passing out earlier with Becky and Lisa. All of my energy was sapped when I'd forced my clothing on, and I'm already exhausted.
Unfortunately, I don't know how to broach the subject with Angela, even if she is a succubus. What do I say? Excuse me, demonic creature of sex and lust, but I'm feeling a little low. Mind if we screw to build me back up?
"I was hoping you'd feel that way," Angela says to me, turning and plastering her body to mine.
"Wait, what?" I ask, confused.
"Silly, succubae can read emotions and thoughts. That's how we know how best to seduce our target or fill their minds with fantasies. Your thoughts came through loud and clear, and no, I don't mind a quick fuck to build us both up."
No further words are necessary as her lips press against mine, and I feel her tongue dip between my lips, demanding entrance. I open up to her, pulling her tall, thin jogger's frame to me. Her body feels very different in this form, with her larger breasts, taller body, and no additional jewelry, than she had as a punk, and I wonder how many forms she might have.
"As many as I want to," she tells me, still reading my mind. "Do you want me to go back to the blue hair and piercings?"
Feeling emboldened by her forwardness, I undo my denim shorts and drop them to the ground, displaying my already raging hard on. "Does this answer your question?" I ask, allowing my turned on state to give her my substantial and inarguable response.
Her eyes sparkle as she drops to her knees, and quickly sucks my stiff wood between her warm lips, making me moan with the delight that her mouth is causing me.
"You did one of those girls in the ass, didn't you?" she asks, and I realize I haven't cleaned up from when I'd been in Becky's colon.
"I'm so sorry," I tell her, thinking that she's disgusted with me.
"Don't be," she says. "I don't mind." And with that she swallows me back into her mouth and starts taking me down her throat. Her tongue does wonders as she licks around my shaft. I try to hold back as long as possible, but with four hundred years of experience, she soon has me firing off a volley of seed into her mouth. My knees buckle beneath me with the pleasure of it, and I collapse backwards onto the soft ground, but Angela's talented mouth never leaves my member, and I realize I'm not softening. Must be another trick of the succubae. That, or something learned after four-hundred years of practice.
I realize that I actually feel a little more drained, until it dawns on me that I haven't given her any pleasure.
"Lay back," I tell her, "it's my turn."
She smiles, as she lies back on the soft soil and removes her tight biker shorts to reveal a glistening, bald, beaver. I dive in, hungrily, lapping up her already flowing juices, and nibble lightly on her labia. I avoid her clit, just sticking my tongue as deep into her as I can, and sucking in her inner lips, making her squeal in delight. Her overlong legs squeeze my head, and I know she's enjoying what I'm doing.
This really pumps up my ego. I mean, how many men can say that they can please a four hundred year old succubus?
Me! That's who!
Sucking hard on her labia, I use my tongue to press it against the roof of my mouth. My hands roam up her chest, under her confining sports bra, and finding her already stiff nipples I begin rolling them between my fingers, enjoying the louder moans that escape from her throat.
Sensing her getting close, I switch tactics, and bite lightly on her clitoris. Her powerful thighs nearly crush my skull as her back arches and sweet nectar pours from her. I can barely hear her cries of pleasure through my muffled ears. The best part is that I can feel renewed life flowing into me, rejuvenating my limbs, and making me stronger.
I don't wait, as soon as her legs loosen their grip I dive up her body, aiming my thick log at her entrance. Kissing her forcefully, sharing her fluids, I thrust my hips forward, connecting us, and driving our pleasure to new heights. I moan as I feel her velvety folds enclose my cock, and ripple tenderly around my length.
Her hips buck beneath me in a desperate staccato, as I suck hungrily on her tongue. It doesn't take long for me to be fully seated inside her wonderful canal, and unlike the last time we'd had sex, this somehow feels different. It almost seems as if both of our organs are trying to properly accommodate the other, only to find the other constantly changing in return. I realize that this must be why both Becky and Lisa felt so comfortable around my member, yet Lisa had been a bit looser.
Angela breaks the kiss, and places her hand on the back of my head, while she moans into my ear, "Fuck me, Lyden. Oh, God it's been such a long time since anyone's felt this great."
I lift the bottom of her sports bra, releasing her c-cup breasts, and tweaking a nipple in both hands, as I suck hard on her neck. I've never been one into leaving or getting hickeys, but this seems to set Angela off again, and as I feel her life energy flood into me, I have to fight hard to stave off my own orgasm.
She grabs my face, and pulls my lips back to hers, kissing me deeply, but not in a sexual way. Physically I feel on top of the world, and as soon as she comes down from her climax, I roll us over.
Placing her hands on my chest, she plants her feet on either side of my chest, then lifts her pelvis up until only my tip is still inside her. Her eyes twinkle, as she looks deep into mine, before slamming her hips down forcefully. The speed and strength behind her movement would have crushed my hips a couple days ago. Today, however, I feel like Superman: completely unbreakable. She repeats her motion again and again, slamming down onto me, and I'm just able to match her pace, driving back up into her. The friction between our two bodies sends waves of pure distracting bliss through me.
I know I'm getting close, and there's no way I'm going to hold off my ejaculation this time. I reach up to her bouncing, firm breasts, and pinch both of her nipples hard. Her pussy clamps down delightfully on me, and she stops bouncing and just shudders as her final orgasm takes her.
Like a cannon firing into a sweet valley, I fill her insides up with my seed. It feels as if I'm cumming for an hour, as her energy floods into me, and mine back into her.
Breathlessly, she hugs me tight to her body, as our minds come back to this reality.
"My my, what do we 'av here?" A deep gravelly voice sounds above us. "Looks like we got ourselves a mid-day snack, brothas. And there ain't nuthin sweeta than a succubus and her mate after they bin fuckin'."
Looking up, I see three forms towering above us. I can just make out long tusks, and mottled green skin, before something strikes me painfully in the head and unbreakable or not, I black out.