Chapter 4: The Submissive Succubus

FRED:

Okay, let's get a few things straight here. I've seen some things in the past year that I can't really explain, scientifically speaking. But just because I can't explain them, does NOT mean that they're unexplainable. As far as I'm concerned, EVERYTHING is explainable. With a little study ... with a little scientific expertise ... I'm sure I could find answers to the whole lot. So, I don't want to hear about "things that we just aren't meant to know," etc, etc. The girls are constantly pressing me toward "faith" and "belief" and all that other stuff that's better left to religion and Twilight Zone scripts. I tell them that I'll keep an open mind ... and I will. But to me, an open mind means waiting patiently until science is ready to explain something.

Now, that's not to say that I'm not familiar with the supernatural. Indeed, literature is FULL of it! And being a bit of a fan of literature (not to mention having a PhD in the subject), I'm imbued with a certain knowledge of legend and myth. So when Willie described her Auntie as a succubus, I was somewhat knowledgeable of the concept both literally and metaphorically, from Homer to the "bad girl" gun molls of Chandler and Hammett. From 800 BC to the so-called Modern Era, they form a pattern. And Auntie doesn't fit.

Yes, she's into the psychic shit pretty heavily. I can't (and don't) fault her for her beliefs. But I've never met anyone so OPEN about it. Dee took me aside, that afternoon after we had returned from our fishing trip, and told me about Auntie coming into the room after I'd left the them all hypnotized ... about how she took control of their trances ... about how she had found out so quickly about the various "rooms" and levels of their personal trance states. I listened patiently, and then told her that I already knew it all. Auntie had told me herself, while we were walking alone around the island. Her goal, she had told me, was to protect the girls themselves from something (real or imagined) that she interpreted as a threat. I decided I couldn't fault her for her actions, though I didn't really agree with her reasoning. And she had been open and straightforward about the whole thing.

And therein lies the whole problem, you see. The succubus, siren, nymph, dominatrix, murderess, adulteress ... in fact, just about every archetypical villainess throughout history, has one thing in common: an ulterior motive. Auntie was just the opposite type: sincere, honest, meek (at least around me) and truthful about everything. The fact that I was starting to fall in love with her doesn't detract from this argument at all.

Already, this night was beginning to look like a duplicate of the one before; clear, soft breezes, fragrant odors from the flowers growing so plentifully in the forest, full moon (though it wasn't visible yet, still behind the tall hill to our backs) while the last of the sun dipped below the horizon, once again showing a flash of green at the last second. Willie declared it a "magic night." Jonathan and Raul were finishing the grilling of the king mackerel I had caught on our trip. Raul's flounder had been broiled first, and we'd already devoured that, along with most of the fried potatoes the girls had prepared.

Auntie and I had been talking together, sort of off to ourselves at one side of the patio. Small talk. But the conversation faltered. It was obvious that we both wanted to do something other than talk. She blushed crimson at her thoughts, and finally asked (in a tone so hushed that I had an excuse to draw very near to her to hear) if I would like a more private tour of the house after dinner. Her intent was obvious, but she was struggling with this. Our kiss of the day before was still very much on both of our minds. I told her that I would be most pleased to accompany her.

Raul called me back to the cooking fish, and I was tasked with serving it. I found an excuse to give Brenda the last piece, and I spoke quietly to her. I asked if she would be okay if I didn't make it to our bedroom until later in the night. She grinned, and cast a glance toward Auntie. "Are you asking my permission, Freddy? Or my blessing? Don't be ludicrous!"

I sighed. "I think that maybe I'm asking exactly that," I told her seriously. "I love you, wife. I may find it immensely satisfying to take two other women and screw them silly all the time, but I'd never cheat on you!"

She laughed up at me and then stood on tip-toes to kiss me. "I love you, too, my Master," she replied. "Be happy." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "But you'd better tell me ALL about it!"

I laughed, too, and kissed her again.

BRENDA:

Oh, golly, I was horny! And now, Freddy wouldn't be with ANY of us tonight! I watched while he went back over to her. Yes, Auntie would have him tonight. But it wasn't as if she had actively pursued him or anything. The attraction was genuine, for both of them.

I sighed and looked around again. Raul was over by the grill, taking care of what was left of Freddy's prize fish. He kept casting glances at Freddy and Auntie, too. And for the first time, I saw it. Pain. He was in pain! I tried to puzzle it out. Was it just jealousy? No ... no, it was something else. At least, I thought it was. There it was again! A clear, almost urgent sense of hurt and denied necessity. I felt suddenly hollow on the inside. He was in pain. He was in need.

I had to help him.

WILLIE:

We had only been allowed one glass of wine so far tonight, but I didn't want to get drunk again. There was one thing I hadn't done yet since I'd come back to the island, and I wanted to do it ... NEEDED to do it, before I had too much alcohol. Still, I was a little tipsy. I approached Dee.

"Let's go swimming!" I urged.

She regarded me with wonder. "Where?"

"In the ocean, of course. In the lagoon. Look! The moon is up! It'll be wonderful! Please, Dee?"

She shook her head. "I have to feed the baby," she said in excuse. "Let's go tomorrow afternoon."

"You know I can't be in the sun with my skin," I groused. Albinism can be such a pain sometimes!

Lizzy was fussing while Mama Ann rocked her in her arms, and now Dee was walking toward her. "Never mind ... it's okay," I called after her.

And it really didn't matter, I guess. I always swam alone while I was growing up here. The party seemed to be breaking up, anyway. Without another word to anyone, I started down the trail toward the water.

DEE:

I couldn't believe it! Ann was feeding Lizzy one of the bottles I'd filled up this morning using the breast pump. This would be the final feeding before we put her down for the night ... probably until five or six o'clock. Didn't she KNOW what that meant? No, of course she didn't. She had never BEEN a nursing mother. I groaned. Lizzy was finishing up the last few drops, and she was obviously starting to fall asleep.

"Ann," I began, but didn't know how to say it. How could I chastise her for only trying to help? "Um ... I usually feed her myself this time of night."

"No problem at all, dear," she told me cheerily. "Why don't you come with me and let me show you my home? It's just down the trail, and we can let the baby sleep on a pallet on the floor for awhile. I have a new tea I'd like you to try."

She started down the trail without waiting for my response. Trying to contain my sadness, I started after her, tucking my arms across my lower chest to provide a little needed support.

My breasts were SO full!

FRED:

This was the first time I'd been in her bedroom. It was very large and airy, with a huge, king-sized four-poster bed in its exact center. Two of the outer walls were mostly glass, and afforded a magnificent view of the lagoon and ocean beyond a patio to the front, and some sort of large, walled garden to the side, which had meandering, high hedges blocking most of it.

Auntie was carrying a candle, but it was far from our only illumination. The moon was overhead now, and the room was bathed in a romantic glow. She let me take the candle from her hand and put it on a small table before I engulfed her body in my arms and crushed her to me in a long, sensuous kiss. It's almost impossible to describe my feelings. I was strong and purposeful and virile; traits that seem to elude me most times. But with THIS woman, I was truly in charge. With her, I felt more manly and sure of myself than I ever had before. For now, I KNEW what I wanted, and I aimed to take it.

She shivered against me, broke the kiss and buried her face in my chest, holding me. "Oh, Fred!" she gasped. "Oh, my gosh, Fred! I KNEW this would happen. I saw it coming. I knew it long, long ago. But I had no idea it would be like THIS!"

"Quit blathering, woman!" I whispered, then tilted her face upward toward me and kissed her again. She stretched her arms upward and around my neck, clutching. I easily slid her summer dress up her body, and we broke the kiss momentarily as I drew it up and over her head. She let go of my neck long enough to allow the garment to clear her up-stretched arms, then replaced them, running her fingers into the hair at the back of my head. I gasped as I stroked her body with my palms. She had hadn't been wearing anything beneath the dress.

"Fred," she panted, after I stopped the kiss again. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the bed. "Fred, we should talk. I should tell you what tonight IS! I should explain what's happening."

I laid her on the bed. Her hair, which seems to be consistently both a wild mass of a hundred red curls and yet also absolutely perfect ... always perfect ... spread across the pillow perfectly, too. She was small and faultless and breathtaking. I touched my finger to her lips. "No explanations," I ordered quietly, authoritatively. "No observations or images or justifications or elucidations. The time for talking is past." I trailed my fingertips down her body. "Only this, now. It is time for this."

Her breath caught and she shivered again.

"As you wish, my Master," she whispered.

WILLIE:

I was taking my shorts off when I heard a twig break behind me in the woods.

"Hello?" I called out. There was no answer.

I decided that it must have been an animal, and I stripped off my panties, folded them, and placed them on the top of the pile of my clothes. I was naked now in the moonlight. I stretched and listened to the sea ... my friend, the sea: the source of my solitude and comfort for so many years. I waded out into the lagoon, remembering each wonderful sensation as I experienced it again: the sandy bottom against the soles of my feet, the warm water slowly covering my body, the sounds and smells and feelings. Oh, wonderful! I couldn't touch bottom anymore, and I set out with long, powerful, languorous strokes toward the open ocean.

BRENDA:

I followed him as silently as I could as he walked the trail down toward the lagoon, but caught sight of him taking a different path, one that wound off into the forest, and I went after him, keeping my distance. The path entered a clearing, and there was a small bungalow tucked into the trees at one side. It surprised me. Just about every clearing on the island seemed to have been made with the sole purpose of presenting a view of the ocean. I could hear the surf faintly, off in the distance, but this place was a part of the jungle, and nothing else. I looked around, but Raul had vanished. There was a flickering light in the cabin ... a candle, I assumed, but I was surprised that he'd had time to enter and light it. I waited, but heard nothing except the sounds of the forest and distant sea. Timidly, I approached the place and stood before the door. I wanted to knock, but it would be more than obvious to him that I intended a romantic interlude, when I really did not (or did I?).