The Fantasy Trove

Jessica's mother comes clean about her daughter's past. Can Lyden ever forgive her?

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Chapter 17b

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Prodigal Daughter

Eldon sat in the middle of one couch, with Shlee and Mandy on each side. Unfortunately, Jen decided to sit next to Mandy, and she played idly with one large nipple. The areolae on her breasts were easily as large as his hand, and the nub poked out a good half inch. Despite himself, he found her distracting.

“I didn’t realize you were such a breast man,” Shlee licked his ear. “Maybe I should get implants.”

“Don’t you dare,” Eldon tore his eyes away from Jen’s massive chest. He could have sworn he heard the large-breasted woman chuckle. “I like natural breasts. I prefer my women to be real, not fake.”

“They’re one-hundred percent real,” Jen said in a voice that was too loud to be a whisper, but too quiet to be normal conversation.

Shlee smiled at him and darted in to lick his lips. “You know, if any other man said that without Mandy close by, I’d call them a liar.”

“Knock it off, all three of you,” Mandy chided them, though she did it with a smile as she took one of his hands in hers.

Eldon grimaced but turned his attention to the rest of the room. He didn’t like the way Jen looked at him and licked her lips, so he focused on Angela floating above the magma fountain. She was facing his father and mother on another couch, while across from Eldon sat Shelly and Sonia. The other two couples had plenty of room, and Eldon wished Jen would go bother one of them, instead of crowding his couch.

“It seems you have all of our attention, Angela,” Lyden broke into the tense silence. “Please tell us what you can of Jessica.” There wasn’t a hint of warmth in his voice as he spoke, only dim resignation.

Angela’s dark eyes showed renewed tears as she opened her mouth, but her voice was firm as she spoke. “What Jessica told you was incorrect. Yes, I know, Shelly. With Mandy there, she couldn’t lie, but what she said, she thought was the truth.”

“So, she’s not my sister?” Eldon spoke before he could stop the words. He hated how much lighter his chest felt saying those words. He hadn’t realized until this moment how much he was bothered by the situation, even though he’d never had full intercourse with her. By the look on Shelly’s face, she looked even more relieved.

“Depends on how you look at it,” Angela said, then grimaced with a glance at Mandy. “There is no blood relation between you. I’m her mother. I’m a stepmother to my husband’s kids. Forgive me, Lyden, but you’re not her father.”

Eldon watched as the blood drained from his father’s face. At first he thought Lyden would be happy with that news, but then something else occurred to him. Sonia was the first one to speak, her circuitry coming to the same conclusion as Eldon, but faster.

“Was she as old as she claimed to be?” Sonia asked as she squeezed Shelly’s pale hand.

“Yes.” The single word looked like it was pulled from Angela’s throat by tremendous force.

“Then you were unfaithful to the ambassador,” Sonia continued with her cold logic.

Angela fell into the molten lava fountain and wept, but didn’t speak. Being the Pillar of Fire, the lava didn’t hurt her. If anything, it would give her strength.

It was long moments before Lyden asked in a voice that sounded raw with emotion, “When?”

“It…” Angela lifted her head out of the magma and faced her husband and lover. Her face betrayed the pain in her heart as much as her voice did. “It happened after I left you, when I went to spy on TanaVesta. The Outsider was obsessed with sex and pleasure, and forced us to copulate many times. Sometimes it would bring others in, and… and… Oh, Lyden. I wanted to have kids so bad, but I wanted one with you! The Outsider forced me to… to… to get pregnant with another man’s child!”

“Whose child did you carry?” Lyden continued on. His voice sounded like granite, hard and gravelly, but Eldon could hear the cracks in it. His father was devastated.

Eldon understood that she had no choice. From everything he’d ever been told about the Chaos War, the Outsiders were impossible to disobey unless you were either colorblind, or forced to hurt someone you loved. Perhaps she could have resisted under that second stipulation, knowing how much it would hurt her true love, but apparently she couldn’t go against her nature as a succubus.

“That’s not it!” Angela glared at Eldon. Too late he forgot that she could read minds. “It wasn’t my nature that allowed the Outsider to control me, but my love for your father. I was spying on TanaVesta and the Outsider for him. I had to do whatever I could to get information. We—your father and I—hadn’t separated on the best of terms. He killed a man that was very special to me. I understand why he did it. He had no choice, but I was still too angry when I left. I… When he showed up and killed TanaVesta, I was too ashamed to admit everything I’d been through. It wasn’t until after he died killing the last Outsider that I found out I was pregnant. I… I…” she went silent for a moment as fiery tears poured from her eyes.

“You can be a real jerk sometimes,” Shelly glared at him. She looked like she wanted to go and comfort the Pillar of Fire, but Angela was still in the molten pool, and none of them could approach that heat.

Eldon felt a bit betrayed by his sister’s attitude. Hadn’t she wanted answers as well? Jessica was her girlfriend, after all. Now she was on Angela’s side? What had Eldon done to deserve her anger? He hadn’t even voiced the thought. He was getting berated for something he’d thought, but knew better than to say.

“No,” Angela spoke up again. “He has a right to his thoughts. I did everything I could to hide the pregnancy. It’s the reason I didn’t show up to the ceremony to resurrect him. I couldn’t stand the thought of being with all those who had truly loved… Lyden, I never stopped loving you. When I made love to you on top of that pyre, and you awoke, I thought for sure you’d seen me. Seen how grotesque I was with someone else’s child, but you never said anything.”

“Who is Jessica’s father?” Lyden asked again. There were more cracks in his voice, but it remained hard enough to make Angela flinch.

“I did carry a child by you,” the Pillar of Flame whimpered. “Even though I was already pregnant, that time in Gaia’s sanctuary, while you were on that altar, I got pregnant again. I didn’t know it was possible. It’s how I knew you truly loved me. You offered me your seed, and wished to have a child with me. It’s the only way I could have become pregnant by you… At least, that’s what I thought, until I learned you weren’t a generator any more. The child was a stillborn, though. I went into labor with the first child, and it was too hard on our child, the only one conceived out of love.”

“If the other child, I mean Jessica, wasn’t wanted, why didn’t you get rid of her?” Shlee asked. Everyone turned to glare at her and she held her hands up defensively. “I’m not condoning killing babies! I understand when it comes to rape, though, and as far as I’m concerned, she was raped. She could have given it up for adoption, or something.” When the glares continued, she grimaced and added, "You know what I'm getting at."

“I… I was going to pass her off as Lyden’s,” Angela’s admission was ripped from her by Mandy’s talent. “I wanted to present my lover with our child, even if I had to lie about it. I saw how happy he was with all his other children… those that were allowed to live. Even though Jessica wasn’t conceived in love, I hoped to show her love.” Angela shook her fiery head and looked right at Shlee. “No, I couldn’t give her up for adoption. Because of the old laws about interracial couplings, no one would take her, and I… I couldn’t give her up in any fashion. Even though she wasn’t conceived out of love, or by the man I still love with every ounce of my essence, I still wanted a child. I carried her for nine months, and when I gave birth to her and lost the one Lyden gave me, I couldn’t hate her. I loved her.”

“Why didn’t you present her to the Ambassador?” Sonia asked in her cold voice. “It would have saved a lot of heartache.”

“Because I knew almost immediately that she was dangerous,” Angela said. “Jessica’s eyes sparkled like an Outsider’s lights when it possessed someone, even when she was still an infant. I knew it would never work. But I couldn’t kill her, either. She was my child, no matter how dangerous she was. I tried to hide her away. I wanted to raise her to be a force for good. I wanted her to know love and goodness.”

“By locking her away?” Shelly demanded, turning on the Pillar of Fire in anger. Eldon couldn’t help but wonder at his sister’s flip-flopping loyalties. “You kept her a prisoner, and never let her out. The one time she did get away, she made friends with a goblin girl, and you punished her for that. It’s no wonder she’s the way she is. You treated her like a prisoner, and she just wanted to be free.”

“Is that what she told you?” Angela asked, rising up out of the magma, she spread her fiery wings and glared at Shelly. “I pampered her as a child. I did what I could to keep her separated from anyone who didn’t have special glasses that protected them from the Outsider’s influence. I gave her everything I could spare. One of my kobolds slipped one day, and the glasses fell from his face. They were never meant to fit a creature like that. Jessica took advantage of that, and ordered the kobold to take her out of this volcano. He became her unwilling slave.”

Eldon had heard that the Pillar of Fire had a hot temper, and he could literally feel the heat of that temper from where he was sitting. Part of him wanted to go comfort and protect his sister, and part of him felt she deserved it for her attitude earlier.

“Yes, she met a young goblin girl of about thirteen,” Angela continued. “Jessica became enraged that the girl could be free, while she was kept safe in here. She ordered the girl to mutilate herself. I arrived just in time to stop the poor child from cutting off her own hand. After that, I was a lot more careful with her. I was able to heal most of the goblin girl’s wounds, but her mind was never right after that.”

“Oh.” That single word from Eldon’s sister hung in the air for long seconds.

“Damn it, Angela,” Lyden’s curse broke the silence. The fact that Lyden Snow swore was shock enough, but his next words spoke volumes about how angry he was, and how hard he was working to keep it in check until now. “Why won’t you fucking tell me who her father is?”

“Because I’m not entirely certain,” Angela sank back into the lava, her ire at Shelly’s question fleeing before Lyden’s wrath. “There are two possibilities. Either it’s Marchosias, or King Aeacus, ruler of the myrmidons. Both were forced to copulate with me and TanaVesta, though it’s anyone’s guess how much they were forced. Marchosias respects you, my love, but he’s never forgotten being humiliated by you. King Aeacus despises you, and enjoyed brutalizing me.” Angela shivered, but her eyes never left Lyden’s gray gaze.

He stared at her for some moments, neither of them speaking. No one else dared break the silence, either taking in what they’d heard, or afraid of what might happen if they spoke. The atmosphere was like a powder keg, ready to ignite within the Pillar of Fire’s demesne.

For Eldon’s part, he didn’t know what to think. On the one hand, he hadn’t tried to have sex with a biological sister. On the other hand, Jessica wasn’t the woman he’d thought she was. He glanced to Shelly, and saw her crying into the android’s shoulder. This had to be much worse on her.

The sound of footsteps made him look back to his dad as the older man walked in the last direction he expected to see his father go.

Lyden Snow moved with grim determination to the chambers where he’d been raped, beaten, and abused by TanaVesta; to the chambers that Angela now used for her own.

Eldon stood and took a step to follow, but hands gripped him, stopping him.

“This isn’t for you,” Mandy whispered. “Let them work it out together.”

“Your dad needs to work this out on his own,” Shlee added in. “I know you love your father, but I don’t think this is a situation where he wants his kids around.”

Eldon saw the truth in their words, but his heart ached to see his strong father walking with his shoulders hunched.

“He wants you to follow him,” Sonia said to Angela.

“I know,” Angela said from what sounded like a million miles away. “I can hear it in his thoughts. He’s torn. He thinks that by going into that room, he can face it all at once. I wanted to talk to him in there, so that he might better understand what I suffered before he killed the old Pillar of Fire. Now… Now I think that might have been a mistake, but he’s waiting for me.”

Lyden Snow sat on the edge of a very large, and very plush flame-shaped bed. If his heart weren’t in his stomach, he would have thought the decorations were tacky. Instead, the stylized torches lighting the walls, and the orange and red carpeting were a great metaphor for his relationship with the woman that introduced him into this magical world.

The bed wasn’t the one TanaVesta raped him on repeatedly. Sometimes in his nightmares, he could still feel her sharp teeth as she bit chunks out of his flesh. She enjoyed the torture so much, she would orgasm, and he would heal immediately. Well, his body healed, his mind was another matter. The decorations were changed as well, but it was still this room. A different coat of paint couldn’t hide him from the suffering he’d experienced here. Had it only lasted a couple days? That was over twenty years ago, and yet he remembered it as clearly as if it’d happened yesterday.

Just being in this room made him feel like he needed a shower.

“I’m sorry, Lyden,” Angela’s soft voice reached his ears. “Sometimes I forget how much she affected you.”

“You remember how I used to be terrified of water?” Lyden asked without looking up. “I could barely get into a bathtub without freaking out. It took me being submerged in an ocean and Brooke getting kidnapped for me to get over it. Perhaps this is what I needed to get over what TanaVesta did to me.”

He heard Angela approach him, but he still didn’t look up. When she spoke, her soft voice sounded right above him. “I received similar treatment by her and others while here. I’m not trying to claim my experience was the same as yours. She didn’t eat whole chunks of my flesh, though she did like to bite. Your pain is your own, though I can see it in your mind and heart. It took me a couple years before I could come back into this room. Even so, it was only last year that I could actually sleep in here without having nightmares.”

“Is that why you wanted to talk in here?” Lyden demanded, feeling his anger rise again. He looked up to meet her eyes and flinched at the pity and fear he saw there. She’d never looked at him like that before. Her hair was no longer wreathed in flames, but he could see the Mantle of Fire burning behind her eyes. “You wanted me to get over myself?”

“No!” she pleaded and dropped to her knees before him. He was still seated, and this brought her head lower than his. “I thought that if you were in here, you might be able to understand better what I went through while spying on TanaVesta. I didn’t want to have that conversation out there where everyone else could hear.” Burning tears slipped from her eyes again as she begged him to understand. “I love you, Lyden. I’ve always loved you. I never wanted to hurt you. I—”

“Jessica,” he spat, cutting her off. He’d avoided her name since Angela had entered the room, not wanting to bring that subject back up, but his anger got the better of him. He was angry at feeling betrayed. Angry at the way the Outsiders were still affecting his life over two decades later. Angry at himself for breaking down and swearing in front of his kids. Angry at losing his wives so close to each other, and even about losing Lisa before the Chaos War. Angry at the Paladonic Knights, Daughters of Respite, and the rest of the cruelty and unfairness of the world.

At first when he thought he had another daughter, he wasn’t sure how to feel. She was talented and intelligent, which any father would be proud of, but she was dating his other daughter. He wasn’t into incest, and he saw what it did to Shelly’s heart when Jessica abandoned them. He couldn’t understand why she had done it. What were her motives?

Then he found out that she wasn’t his daughter. The child that he’d gotten on Angela had died in childbirth. A child he didn’t even know she’d carried. Jessica belonged to one of his enemies… and one of the women he loved. She’d lied to him, and kept Jessica a secret.

“I never lied,” Angela said, pulling Lyden from his thoughts. He realized his head was buried in her soft bosom as he sobbed. When had that happened? He tried to pull away, but her arms were wrapped around him, holding him tight to her beating heart. Somehow she managed to keep her flames from harming him. “But I did keep her a secret from you. For that, I’m sorry. I can never explain to you just how sorry I truly am for hurting you. I never wanted you to find out, because I was afraid of how it might hurt you, but I couldn’t kill her either, Lyden. No matter who her father was, she’s still my daughter. I saw the pain Becky suffered when her children were pronounced dangerous. I couldn’t do it.”

“She’s dangerous,” Lyden muttered. He felt Angela shaking against him, but she didn’t argue. He understood her pain. Becky’s children were killed because they were dangerous. Becky was pregnant when she died. No one other than the Pillars and himself knew that Becky’s previous pregnancies were terminated early. So much death, and so much loss…. “Do you know what she’s after?”

He felt her lips press against the top of his head before she answered. “No. I wasn’t as close to her as I should have been. Maybe if I’d been there for her more, it would have been different. I wanted to show her love, but I was too busy as the Pillar. Maybe if I’d spent less time controlling this power and supporting this reality….”

“What…” he found his throat tightening on the question, but she read his mind.

“What makes her dangerous? She has Outsider in her somehow, or at least its powers. She can transport things to some outside place. In the case of people or creatures, when they come back, she has some control over them. That’s the least of it, though. When she’s in the other world, if the time changes to midnight while there, something else takes over. I didn’t know that when I sent her to that world in an attempt to give her some fun. That was before the incident with the goblin girl. She changed, with her hair going white and her personality becoming truly evil. So many people died that night.”

They were silent for a long while. Neither one wanted to speak. Lyden enjoyed being in Angela’s arms once again. He didn’t come here enough. Between his duties as an ambassador, and her duties as a Pillar and being tied to her demesne, they didn’t spend nearly enough time together. With her growing distant over the last year, it’d become worse.

“I miss talking with Brooke,” Angela spoke up. Lyden couldn’t help but chuckle at that statement.

“You two almost killed each other after I followed you here,” he said back to her. “I never understood what made you reconcile and become friends.”

“It was you, of course,” Angela laughed. “Oh, we didn’t become friends at first, but we both understood that the other cared about you, and wanted what was best for you. It gave us a common ground to start with. After TanaVesta imprisoned you, I saw how far she was willing to go to keep you safe. She almost died to get you free. I think that’s when I started to admire her.”

“You were both too good for me,” he tried to compliment her.

She let go of him and pulled away, turning her back on him. “Don’t be that way. How can you say that?” her voice was thick with emotion. He placed his hand on her shoulder, but she jerked away at his touch. “After what I hid from you? After everything, how can you say that? I never wanted to hurt you, but it seems that’s all I’ve ever done. I left you right after saving you from TanaVesta. I left you again after you were forced to kill your dad, the man I looked up to as a father. Then I did it again when I accepted the Mantle of Fire. I hid Jessica from you, and hid the fact that our child had died in me. I’m a terrible person. If anything, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

“I think you’re forgetting something,” he told her, trying to force his voice to be hard.

She spun around to face him, her black hair turning to flame again in her anguish as she backed away from him. “What? How I cheated on you? How I had sex with your enemies? Is there anything else I missed?”

“Yes,” he told her, meeting her chocolaty-brown eyes as he got to his feet. He closed the distance between them in two steps and gripped her shoulders. He wasn’t as strong as he once was as a full-blown generator, but he still had some extra strength above that of most humans, and he refused to let her pull away again. “You’re forgetting a few things. You’re forgetting that I love you. You’re forgetting how you cared for me after we first met—”

“You mean after I caused you to get into an accident and end up in the hospital?” she interrupted.

“And how you split your soul and imbued my car with it after you had the Cyclopes repair it,” he grinned at her. “You literally nursed me back to health. Even though you were mad at me for killing Shemhazau, you still chose to spy on TanaVesta for me. Shemhazau isn’t dead, by the way. He’s in Shelly’s head.”

“What?” Angela tried to take a step back again, but Lyden held onto her. “But… how?”

“I don’t understand it all either, but I’ve spoken to him in Shelly’s Mens Mundi.” Lyden met her eyes for a moment, then glanced back over his shoulder at the bed. Somehow he managed to keep his mind blank as he came to a decision. “Angela, Pillar of Fire, heck, Pillar of my heart! I love you. I understand why you did what you did. I won’t lie and say it didn’t hurt. I wish you would have trusted me more, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love you. I think you might be right on this room, also. I think we should make some new memories in here.”

He closed the small gap between them and pressed his lips to hers. Because she hadn’t seen his thoughts, she was caught off guard. For a moment she tried to wriggle away, but he moved his arms around her, tightening the hug. He knew that if she truly wanted, she was more powerful than him, and could get away. He also knew that she knew how much that would hurt him.

“Damn you, Lyden Snow,” she gasped as he moved his lips to her neck. “That’s playing dirty,” she responded to his thoughts.

“Language, my love,” he chuckled. “You want dirty?” He pictured her as he’d seen her the first time in his office, when he worked for Sheila. She’d walked in with blue hair, and heavy eyeshadow. She looked like some punk babe as she walked up to Thomas, his coworker. Lyden was the only person able to see her, and Sheila was upset with him for staring at the beautiful woman, instead of working.

“Flatterer,” she chided him, reading his thoughts. She was once again that young woman, with her blue hair and matching eyes. She pulled his face back to hers and lifted him into her arms. “You were right that I could have stopped you at any time, but I never could resist you.” Her fiery wings spread from her back as she launched them into the air. She only went a small distance before landing at the bed and laying him on it. “I truly don’t deserve you, but I’ll be damned if I’m ever willing to give you up. Don’t grimace at me because of my language. I’m part demon, remember? And just so we’re clear, I’m going to fuck every bad memory you have of this room right out of your head.” She grabbed at his crotch and worked to unzip his pants. “Both heads, in fact!”

His penis, even though it no longer held the shape-changing magic it once had, sprang out as she freed it. Her talented hands soon brought it to full mast, and when her lips brushed the sensitive underside, he solidified into a rod as hard as diamond. Her tongue slipped out as her head dropped to his scrotum. She took his sensitive eggs between her soft lips, sucking them in and washing them with her talented mouth.

Lyden propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her. At some point, her clothes had disappeared, and the jewelry in her nipples glinted as she moved her head. Her eyes lifted to meet his. With a lewd sucking pop, she released his left nut and gave him a sultry look. Her fist pumped him a couple more times before she spoke. “I’m surprised you wanted me in this form, instead of my original black-girl body.”

She was speaking of the body she was born with, that of a nineteen-year-old slave, and the one she usually used as the Pillar of Fire. He generally preferred her natural body, but he had his reasons.

“This was the body I knew when two brave women saved me from a homicidal dragon. I figured it fit the motif of making better memories.”

Her eyes became shrewd as she looked at him. “You always were the thinker, Lyden, though I must be losing my touch if you have enough brain power left up there when I’m down here.”

“Call it maturity,” he grinned. “Now why don’t you flip your body around so I can make out with your other set of lips?”

“Oh… you’re mature, all right,” she gave him a couple squeezes to emphasize her point. She kissed the tip of his prick and then moved up onto the bed and lowered herself onto his hungry face.

She had a piercing at her clit, but he ignored that as he ran his tongue along the outsides of her slender labia. He felt her nipple piercings press against his abdomen a moment before she swallowed his thick end into her moist and hot mouth.

If there was one thing that could be said about Angela, it was that she was always hot, her status as the Pillar of Fire notwithstanding. She moaned as she ground herself against his mouth and chin, all while sucking him deeper into her throat. She didn’t have to worry about breathing, but Lyden did. Thankfully she knew when to lift up to allow him to catch a couple breaths before mashing her sopping coochy back onto his thirsty lips.

He shoved his tongue as far into her as he could, wishing he could transform his tongue as he once had. He seemed to be doing all right though, as it only took him a couple moments before her fluids were dribbling down his cheeks and chin, pooling at the base of his neck. Her nectar was sweet and mouthwatering when she had her first orgasm.

He felt power and strength flood into him as his weakened ability as a generator kicked in. The aches and pains he became accustomed to being in his fifties slipped away, and he felt like a teenager once again. He nibbled on her piercing, growling as he whipped his head back and forth to stimulate her.

Angela moaned and hummed around his shaft, sending vibrations into him that translated into true bliss. Despite himself, he felt his climax coming on much quicker than usual, firing off deep into her throat, and straight into her belly.

Confused, he lifted her up a bit so he could speak. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. You’d think I’d last much longer at my age.”

He felt every inch of her throat as she lifted away from him. “Heh, I think I might have had something to do with that,” she teased him. “Your thought of feeling like a teenager gave me wicked ideas. Don’t worry, Love. I’m not done with you, or this yet. I just figured we’d get one out of the way, and then you can really last.”

Before he could think of something to say to the hot little minx, she’d taken him back in her mouth and worked all her considerable magic to get him hard again. Considering she was a succubus of considerable power, it only took her a few seconds.

Lyden didn’t let those seconds go to waste. He placed his arms around her slim waist, and rubbed her soaked hole with his fingers as he sucked on her clit bar. As soon as his fingers were slippery enough, he plugged two into her puckered back hole, and sucked hard on her clit.

Angela grunted, but continued to suck and massage his turgid member. He almost felt like he was getting younger and bigger, such were her talents. She truly knew how to give head. Part of him knew it was his love for her, and hers for him that made it feel so divine. Another part knew that it was because she truly enjoyed doing it for him, as he enjoyed tasting her. The last part of him didn’t care about any of that, and just wallowed in ecstasy.

He used his tongue to lick along her burning slit as he pumped his fingers into her sphincter. He got a good rhythm going. Lick from piercing to hole and pull his fingers out, then return to her clit as he shoved them back in. Her hips matched his pace as her moans, groans, cries, and grunts rose in pitch.

He felt the confines of her throat bob up and down as she worked to keep him hard. She didn’t have to try too hard, though, as the magic of her presence ensured that he wasn’t going soft again any time soon. He could feel her tongue lashing around his length as she twisted and turned her head to different angles as her neck made love to his cock.

Her body went into gentle spasms as her second orgasm flowed from the stimulus of her lower two holes, up through her stomach, making her nipples harden and tingle, until it exploded from her in a long, drawn out moan. Even the meat lodged in her esophagus wasn’t enough to muffle the sound.

Lyden truly felt like a teenager then, as her power flowed into him. It still wasn’t what it once had been, but he felt more alive than he had in years.

“Okay…” Angela panted as she slurped off his pole. Saliva dripped from his length, along his balls, and onto the sheets as she turned to face him. “I want your fat cock as far up inside my hungry pussy as it’ll go. Your tongue and fingers were nice, but I want this.” She finished facing him, reached between their groins, and aimed his sword for her sheath.

“Then take it,” he grinned at her and thrust his hips hard. A loud smack resounded in the room as he drove all the way to the hilt into her, and their pelvises connected. The familiar tingle that only occurred with Angela’s juices were felt along his entire schlong as her fluids mixed with her saliva, lubricating his pistoning member.

He smiled as her blue eyes rolled back into her pretty skull. Her blue hair whipped back and forth as she moaned, “Yes, yes, yes,” with each thrust.

He pulled her chest down to his waiting lips, taking the barbell in her left nipple between his teeth, while thumbing the other one. His right hand dropped to her tight rump, kneading the firm flesh as she bounced on top of him.

Her velvety insides quivered as he expended his strength, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. Part of him knew he should be winded. Even in the past on the few occasions that they were able to get together, he couldn’t put this much energy into it. But she felt so good, so right, as her cunt hugged his cock, sliding around his length until the head was all that was left inside her, only to drive back in until it impacted against her cervix.

They cried out in bliss as their bodies slapped together, again and again. He switched nipples and hands, and this time he slipped his fingers back into her anal passage.

“Ungh,” Angela grunted as she pulled his head tighter into her breast. “You’re really enjoying… oh… ah… my back door, today. Oh, yeah, just like that, love. Oh, I’m gonna cum again!”

This time her convulsions were anything but gentle, as her body locked up in rigid spasms. Lyden felt like he could take on the world as her orgasm lasted an easy two minutes. Lyden didn’t let up, but continued to pound up into her, leaving hickeys on her breasts, and a sloppy puddle underneath them.

As she came out of her euphoria, Angela pulled away from him. She got a funny look in her eyes that Lyden couldn’t identify, but smiled as she lifted off him. His slick rod felt cold, despite the heat in the room after being buried in her burning quim.

“I want you to take me from behind, Stud,” she informed him. “Shove your prick into my butt, and make me your bitch, now and forever.” She got onto all fours and wiggled her delicious rump.

Lyden chuckled, despite her vulgarity. It really had been a long time since they spoke like this to one another, and he found it refreshing.

“You’re going to feel it,” he told her as he moved behind her, “but not until you beg for it.”

“A Pillar never begs,” she teased and backed into him.

He lifted his tip so that he only slid along her crack.

“Pillar or not, any woman who would choose to be vulgar, instead of being proper should have to beg for it.” He knew it was a ludicrous line, but they both smiled. They were being anything but proper.

“Never,” she giggled and wriggled against him.

He moved his hips, making sure to rub against her sensitive spots. “Are you so sure?”

“I… mmm… Yeah, I won’t beg, even though I want to feel you in me again,” she panted and moaned. “My pussy feels so empty now. My ass wants to feel you inside.”

“Then beg,” he stopped rubbing the length of his shaft against her and pulled back enough to rub the tip against her puckered rosebud. She groaned again and tried to impale herself, but Lyden was faster and aimed away in time. “Beg,” he commanded.

“But—” she whined.

“Beg!” he repeated.

“Ungh… I want you, Lyden. I want to feel your cock in my ass, splitting me in two. I want to feel you fill my bowels with the only cock that has ever truly satisfied me. I want to feel you thrusting in me, making me cum again and again. Please, Lyden. I need you. I want you. Please!”

He pointed his member back to his target, and slipped inside. Being a succubus, her substance was always malleable, so he didn’t have to worry about tearing her in two as she’d said. Her warm hole accepted him in, the sphincter gliding and squeezing his shaft as he pressed forward.

“Yeeeessssssss,” she moaned as her face dropped onto the bed. He watched as she gripped one breast in her left hand, and her other hand slipped two fingers into her empty cunny. “I love how thick you cock is, my love. I may be a Pillar, but it’s your pillar I love ploughing into me.”

Lyden smiled at the cheesiness of her speech as her glutes met his pelvis and he started to withdraw. “I love you, Angela. More than I think you’ll ever understand. For being such a good and obedient girl, I have a question for you.” He was careful not to think the question as he slid back into her.

“Quit teasing me,” she complained as her fingers picked up speed, squelching as she slipped them in and out of her coochy. “Please, Lyden. I know you love me. You don’t have to prove it. But right now I really need your cock pounding into me. I begged you for it, now give it to me.”

He continued his slow pace, though her words and actions were having an effect on him. He wanted to cum again, but he wanted something else just a little bit more.

“Tell me something, Love, and I’ll give you what you want, and more.” He tried to keep his voice calm and smooth, but he knew that his own bliss was seeping into it.

“What? Anything. Just please, fuck me!” she begged.

He gave her rump a playful smack. “Uh-uh. Language.” Angela groaned in frustration, and Lyden decided that he’d toyed with her long enough. “What would happen if I decided I wanted to get you pregnant, but instead I ejaculated in your back door?”

Knowing how she would respond to that question, he picked up his pace. She opened her mouth in shock, but it turned into a long moan as he sped up even more. After a few seconds, she finally gained enough control to answer.

“Uh… Noth…ing… Even I, ungh, can’t get pregnant… from… Oh, God, that feels great!” she tried to respond.

He thought about that for a moment. Any other woman, and he wouldn’t have done it, but he knew that a succubus’s essence was always clean. In one quick movement, he pulled his rod from her butt and slammed it into her pussy, joining her slippery fingers already there.

He leaned over her, supporting his torso on his wrist and allowing that hand to slip under her breasts, playing with the nipple. He used his other hand to stop her from taking her fingers out of her tight cunt. His hips thrust with all the speed and strength he could muster as he told her, “Then when I cum, I’m going to make you pregnant. I want to have a child with you, Angela. I want to raise a child of our own together. I’m sorry for what you suffered, but we will make a child out of love, and this time it will live.”

“Are… you… sure?” she tried to ask. Lyden pinched her nipple and forced her fingers deeper into her stuffed cunt.

“I can already feel my seed building up,” he told her. As he spoke, she started to shake. He could feel her body reacting to his words as much as his body. She wanted this as much as she wanted him, and he was going to give it to her. “It’s going to be potent, my love. In a few seconds, it’s going to pump into you, filling your womb. What you do with it is your choice. I hope you’ll have a child with me.”

“Yes, Lyden,” she gasped. He felt her fingers between his phallus and her inner lining pump harder in counterpoint to his thrusts. “Yes, please. I want to carry our child. I know how much you love your children. I want to see you love our child just as much.”

“Here it comes,” he whispered, unable to get any volume from his throat as he approached his second climax. He gave one final thrust, seating himself as deep into her as he could go, and let loose with what felt like a fire hydrant’s worth of jism.

“Oh, YES!” Angela screamed as she collapsed completely onto the bed. Lyden followed her, unwilling to allow any of his seed to slip from her. “I… feel it, my… Oh, it’s so warm! I can feel your love in it. Oh, Lyden… Lyden!”

It took him a moment to realize that her shaking wasn’t entirely due to having one last powerful orgasm. Tears… Tears that weren’t fiery streamed from her swollen eyes and wet the blankets.

Lyden was confused. He thought it was something that she wanted. If he’d known it would have hurt her, he never would have offered. It’d been meant as a way to say he understood why she’d done what she did, and offer them a path forward together. He hadn’t expected her to break down crying.

He would have thought they were tears of joy, except that she kept muttering, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. Forgive me, Lyden. I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern and fear filling him at once. He tried to brush her blue hair back from her face, but she turned away from him.

“I was selfish,” she told him. “I’m always so selfish. I knew how you felt, but manipulated you into what I wanted.”

“That’s not true,” he tried to console her. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. It wasn’t fair that I had children with my other wives, but not you. I figured now was the best—”

“Not that, Lyden,” she sobbed louder. “I’m happy about that, but I did something else. I feel even guiltier now, because you’ve given me such a great gift, and I took something else from you.”

“What… What do you mean?” Lyden asked, his stomach weighing as heavy as lead.

“There,” she flung her arm out and pointed to one wall without looking at him. “Look in the mirror.”

Lyden’s excitement a moment ago now felt empty and hollow as he moved to the edge of the massive bed and slipped off. He walked to the mirror she’d pointed at, and gasped.

“Angela…. What have you done?”