The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 17

"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."

Angela waved her hand, and a small flame appeared. "Jennifer will guide you to rooms I have prepared for you. You can freshen up there while I talk to my husband." Jen stood, and for once she looked solemn and earnest. She bowed to her mistress before heading down a hallway. Angela went in the opposite direction, brokenhearted and looking just as defeated as the other half to her soul.

* * * *

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 him 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. 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 was 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.