Chapter 14: The Lust of the Concubines

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this!

Thursday, January 23rd – SeaTac International Airport, Washington

"Now boarding Air Canada flight 343 to Vancouver, Canada," the gate attendant announced.

Fumi stood up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Today had been so long. She had nearly froze to death lying in the snow waiting for the Native American spirit Niqualmie to appear. Yukishojou-no-onsen, was her answer, a hot spring in her native Hokkaido, the northern most of the main islands of Japan.

She had driven straight from Mount Rainier to SeaTac Airport and bought a ticket on the earliest flight that would get her to Hokkaido with her mother's credit card. She had a short flight to Vancouver, then a two-and-a-half layover, then the ten-and-a-half hour flight to Tokyo. After an even longer layover—nearly five hours—before she would catch a flight to Sapporo, Hokkaido. And then she would have to find the Hot Spring of the Snow Maiden.

She was pleased with the name, finding it appropriate since she was a Yuki-onna—a snow woman.

Fumi found her seat closing her eyes and falling asleep before the plane even took off. She dreamed of Kyle holding her and kissing her, together finally. Such a sweet dream and over all too soon when the flight attendant shook her shoulder, rousing her.

"We'll be landing in a few minutes," she told Fumi.

Fumi wiped her eyes, and leaned back, yawning as the plane began its descent into Vancouver. She always hated this part. Her heart beat faster and her stomach felt like it was up in her throat. She pointedly did not look out the window as the plane descended. The tires squealed, the plane rushed to a stop, and relief flooded her.

Her layover in Vancouver was boring. She wanted to go back to sleep, but was afraid she'd miss her connecting flight to Tokyo. It was a red eye flight that didn't leave until nearly midnight. She struggled to stay awake, to fight the fatigue that weighed down her body. But her eyes succumbed, and she slipped into sleep

She dreamed of Fatima running from a great shadow, terror painted on her face. She seemed to be running in circles, pausing at the same point, thinking she had escaped the horror haunting her, only for the shadow to reappear and send her scurrying again. Then she witnessed Christy walking down a rainbow path surrounded by shimmering and wavering trees, clutching golden hope to her chest while a woman with hatred burning in her eyes waited for Christy to return at the start of the path.

The dream changed to Kyle brooding at school, Aaliyah leaning against him, supporting him, while a shadowy man watched them both. Kyle's mother knelt at the shadow's dark feet, a knife at her throat. The dream shifted and she watched herself stumbling blind down a mountain path while a woman clothed in fire stalked her like a hungry wolf.

Someone was shaking her and she snapped up. A handsome man smiled at her. "They're boarding the plane to Tokyo."

"Oh, thanks," Fumi said, flushing at the sight of him. He was handsome, and her hungers reawakened. She needed some cum to satiate her. A nice cock plunging into her pussy, spraying her with life-giving cum while—

She shuddered, coming fully awake. I need to keep my desires in check. Only blowjobs. Anything else would be wrong. She wasn't a murderer, no matter how much her pussy burned for cum. She would just have to settle for sucking some guy off. And soon, she would never make it on the long flight to Tokyo without some fresh cum to satiate her needs.

The handsome man sat a few seats behind her, his face broad and chiseled with dark, brooding eyes and large, strong hands that would feel amazing wrapped around her body as his cock drove into her—

No, just a blowjob, Fumi!

She could smell the scent of lily, her hormones, wafting from her sex, attracting any man's attention stoking his desires. She glanced back at him, flashing him a smile down the aisle. A grin played on his lips and his dark eyes gleamed.

The engines roared, building and building, then the plane shot forward, lifting off into the air. Fumi pressed her thighs together trying to relieve some of the ache. The plane shook, her chair vibrating, and she let out a sigh, closing her eyes and letting the turbulence send shivers through her. The plane couldn't reach its cruising altitude fast enough.

A ding rang through the plane. "The captain has turned off the fasten seat belt sign," a flight attendant announced.

She stood up, walking to the lavatories at the rear of the plane, giving the handsome man a smokey glance and letting her fingers brush his hand. His nostrils flared, taking a deep whiff of the Yuki-onna's pheromones. Fumi kept walking back, putting a little sway to her hips. She could feel his eyes looking back at her, and sensed his growing lust, his cock turgid, driving any thought from his mind but finding satisfaction with the succubus.

Fumi paused at the door, throwing him a last sultry glance before she disappeared into the lavatory. Her pussy soaked her panties as she waited for the stranger, sitting on the aluminum toilet, squeezing her thighs.

"Come on," she moaned, her body aching for cum.

She tapped her finger on her chin with impatience.

"What is wrong with this guy!" She sighed, pressing a hand between her thighs and rubbing her pussy through her pants. "Maybe I didn't give him a strong enough dose." She took a deep breath, inhaling her lily-scented pheromones. "No. He should be banging on the door right—"

He banged on the door. She opened it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said. "We have to hurry. My wife just fell asleep."

Fumi rubbed his crotch—his cock was hard.

The zipper rasped and he groaned as her hand fished him out. Her mouth watered; he was pink and throbbing, a drop of precum glinting on the tip and she could smell the salt, smell what she needed.

Her mouth engulfed him.

"Shit!" he grunted, leavening against the door. "Holy shit. What kinda slut are you?"

Her cheeks burned with humiliation. But she didn't have to be this way. That was the point of this trip. If she could be with Kyle, then she wouldn't need to blow strange men in an airplane's toilet. Even if she enjoyed the feel of it, the way his hands grabbed her face, holding her head as his hips thrust his thick shaft into her mouth.

"That's it, slut! Suck my cock!"

Her pussy burned, growing more and more wet as she tasted his precum. Her mouths sucked and she moaned as her passion spilled through her. She slid her hands up his thighs, squeezing him as her passion grew more and more intense.

"Shit!"

His balls slapped her chin as his cock shoved down her throat. More of his precum leaked into her mouth, whetting the girl's appetite for the main course. His fingers squeezed on her head, his hips thrusting faster.

"Whore!"

Salt squirted into Fumi's mouth.

"Take it, slut! Drink my cum!"

Fumi swallowed, wonderful life flooding her. She came.

Her howls of rapture were muffled by his thick cock flooding more and more cum. She swallowed, savoring the taste and energy that suffused her body. Her panties were soaked as her lust flooded out of her pussy. She shivered and shuddered and pretended it was Kyle cumming in her lips.

The man fucked her mouth one last time. "What a little slut," he grunted, pulling his softening cock from her lips, zipping up. "Shit. I needed to get back to my wife."

Fumi didn't answer. She licked her lips, savoring the last traces of salty energy, a smile on her lips. That would tide her over to Japan.

Friday, January 24th – South Hill

The media was waiting outside of Kyle's house when he and his concubines stepped out, ready for school. Kyle blinked in surprise at the waiting cameras and reporters parked on the street, rushing up the driveway to him.

"Are you Kyle Unmei?" a female reporter asked.

"Eh, yeah," he frowned, bright lights shining in his eyes. Aaliyah clutched his arm, trembling.

"Your wife, Christy Leonardson, is listed as missing, do you have any idea where she is?"

"No," he answered, swallowing. "She, uh, left on Wednesday after we had a fight. I haven't seen her since."

"And it's just a coincidence that a teacher and three students were murdered on Wednesday evening, and that your wife is one of two others missing?"

"I guess."

"You don't seem that concerned."

"He is very concerned," Aaliyah bristled. "Christy left after heated words and we're all very worried."

"Yeah!" Chyna added, stepping up along side him.

"I don't know what happened out in Graham and I don't see what that has to do with Christy's disappearance?" Kyle lied, his face flushed. "We have to get to school."

"Kyle! I have a source that says your girlfriend, the dead, and the missing were all a part of the same book club and that there are rumors of—"

"I'm going to school!" Kyle barked. "You're on private property. Get off and let us go!"

He wanted to wish them all away, but Kyle was fairly certain that wouldn't work. He walked forward, pushing past one of the cameraman, his women following. They all piled into the back of the SUV, the reporters calling his name out, banging on the windows as Shannon backed the vehicle up.

"Vultures," snorted Toni. "If they only knew."

"And we won't tell anyone, right?" Kyle said, eyeing them. "Christy ran off. I was home with you. End of story."

"Of course, Master," Shannon said.

"It'll stay in the harem," Carla assured him.

"What can I do for you, detective?" Principal Burke asked, rising up from his desk.

"I'm going to need to interview a few of your students," Detective Donnar said, striding to the desk.

"Oh. Is this about those poor girls and Ms. Franklin?"

"I'm afraid so," Donnar said, studying the man. The Principal's face was full of grieving concern, but there had been a moment when the detective had thought he saw something ... darker.

"Such a loss," Burke muttered. "The entire school's mourning them. Ms. Franklin was quite a popular teacher."

"I just need to talk to them, get some background on their book club, and try and figure out what's happened to the three missing girls."

"Or course, officer, I'm more than happy to help." A friendly smile crossed the distinguished man's face. "I want to bring justice to Ms. Franklin and those poor girls."

"Good, I'm glad I have your cooperation, Principal Burke."

They clasped hands and Detective Donnar was surprised by Burke's firm grip.

"So, which students do you need to interview."

"Let's start with Kyle Unmei."

The Principal's face twitched slightly and the Detective leaned in. "You reacted to his name. Why?"

"Am I being interviewed?" laughed the Principal. "Kyle had been a great student, but on Monday he was caught in an inappropriate situation here at school."

"Oh?"

"He was caught with Alexina, one of his concubines, engaging in a sex act on school grounds. He had been a model student before that, but I'm afraid his hormones got the best of him and Miss. Alexina."

"And did his wife, Christy, have any problems with Kyle having multiple concubines?"

"As I understood, she was excited to become his third wife."

"So there was no friction between the two?"

"Not that I know of." The Principal swallowed. "You don't think Kyle involved in this?"

Yes, I do. I think the kid is neck deep in it. Why else would his car's license plate be found at the crime scene? "Of course not. But he is dating one of the missing girls and he might know something about what they were doing out at that cabin or the whereabouts of Christy Leonardson."

"Well, you can use my office if you'd like, Detective, and I'll have Kyle sent to you."

"Thank you."

The Principal stood up. "Well, I'll see he's fetched."

Detective Donnar pulled out his notepad and a tape recorder and put a friendly smile on his face. This was just a simple interview. The only piece of evidence he had connecting Kyle to the crimes was the license plate to his missing car. It was definitely incriminating, but it wasn't enough. A good lawyer would just argue his car was stolen, perhaps by the missing Christy whom Kyle claimed had ran off. So he would treat Kyle merely as a witness and see if the young man wouldn't dig his own grave without realizing it.

The door opened. The Detective recognized Kyle from his drivers license photo. He had an unusual heritage, half-Japanese and half-Arab, his dark-olive skin seemed flushed and his almond-shaped eyes shifted.

"Thank you for coming," Detective Donnar said. "I really appreciate you helping with the search for your missing wife."

"You still haven't found her?" he asked, walking around the desk to sit across from him.

"Afraid not." The Detective glanced down at his shoes, noting the brand. The same brand as the larger of the footprints they found in the torn up mud. Another circumstantial piece of evidence, but if you had enough of those, someone would look very guilty before a jury.

Kyle sat down, dropping his backpack on the floor, then he grasped his hands, rubbing them together. "What can I tell you? I want Christy to be found and try and work things out with her."

"One sec." He turned on the recorder. "This is Detective Donnar, Pierce County Sheriff's Department, Major Crime Unit, interviewing Kyle Unmei, January 24th, 2014 at, uh, 10:36 AM. When was the last time you saw Christy?"

"Two days ago."

"That would be Wednesday, the 22nd?"

Kyle nodded.

"Could you say yes, for the recording."

"Sorry. Yeah. We, uh, had a fight. She..." His eyes looked to the left. "She drove off in her car. I thought she went to her parent's. I don't know where she went."

That's not the story he told Christy's mom. Donnar had to fight not to smile. "What did you fight about?"

"My other wife, Aaliyah. Christy was ... jealous of her." Kyle sighed, his face twisting. "I thought Christy was okay with it, but I was wrong."

"You sound angry."

"We said, um, hurtful things. It wasn't a pretty fight." He leaned forward, squeezing his hands together. "I just want her to come back. But, I guess, she needs to work somethings out."

"And what did you know about her book club?"

"They're the ones who are dead?"

"Some of them. The other three members, including your girlfriend, are all missing. Do you know what they were discussing in this club?"

"What they were discussing?" Kyle shook his head. "Eh, not really. Books, I guess. She never talked about it."

"And did Christy ever tell you about where they met?"

"At Ms. Franklin's house," the young man growled, his fist clenching as his face warred to keep his anger hidden.

Has Kyle seen the photos? Did he know the sexual relationship his girlfriend had with her teacher?

"Nowhere else? Like any house out in Graham?"

"No. She never told me about the log cabin."

The Detective hid his smile. No one outside the investigation knew it was a log cabin. "Are you sure you've never taken Christy out there?" He needed Kyle to be a hundred percent clear so he couldn't have room to wiggle out of it when it came to trial. "Maybe you didn't realize it was for book club?"

"Naw. I've never taken her to any place out in Graham."

"So, after the fight, what did you do?"

"Stayed home. Fooled around with my wives and concubines. They'll all confirm it. It was when Fatima fell sick that I realized my car was stolen."

Were Aaliyah and his concubines involved? There were five unidentified, female footprints that didn't belong to the victims. And his second wife was in the hospital, admitted the same night. Was she actually injured out at the cabin? "I'll need to speak to them. Maybe one of them knows something more about your wife."

"I doubt it," Kyle answered, his fist clenching. "But you can talk to them."

So possessive. Could that be his motivation? Did he find out that his girlfriend was cheating on him with her book club? But what about the bears? Why were they killed? And what tore up the ground in front of the cabin? The more he investigated, the more questions this case generated.

But he was certain that Kyle was at the heart of it all. He didn't know the full picture, but he would, and he'd see that Kyle spent every last day in prison for the deaths of those women.

Kyle had a spring in his step as he left the Principal's office. He had been terrified when he learned that a police officer wanted to speak to him, sure he was about to be arrested for the mess out at the cabin. Instead, the detective just wanted to learn what Kyle knew about Christy's disappearance. Which wasn't much.

Some of Kyle's mood disappeared. He hoped Christy was able to find whatever she was searching. But it wasn't enough to weigh him down the relief he felt knowing the cops didn't suspect his involvement in the mess at the cabin. He didn't regret what had happened—the witches had kidnapped his wife and tried to kill them when they had showed up to rescue her.

"Mr. Unmei."

His concubine, Ms. Capello walked up, concern on her face. She was supposed to be teaching the English class that Kyle had been pulled out of. She raced up, those wonderful tits of hers bouncing beneath her tight, silk blouse, nipples pressing hard, and Kyle smiled. He loved how obscene she looked without wearing a bra. Just the way he liked her.

"Ms. Capello," he smiled, enjoying the way she blushed.

"Is everything all right?"

"Are you concerned?"

She took a quick look around; they were alone in the hallway. But she stepped forward anyway. "Do the cops suspect your involvement in ... the cabin."

Kyle narrowed his eyes. "How do you know about that?"

"Some of the concubines told me yesterday during lunch. I believed them about Aaliyah, too. That she's a..." she mouthed the word Genie. "It makes sense." She took a deep breath, and asked, "Did you really rescue Aaliyah and ... kill those students?"

He stroked her face. "And if I said yes?"

She smiled and shivered. "I would know you are a man that fights for his loved ones." Her voice was throaty, her eyes shining with lust.

"You like powerful men, don't you?"

"Isn't that obvious? I get so wet for you." Her hands reached out and touched his crotch, rubbing his hardening cock. "Why don't you make a wish and we can have a little fun."

"Yes, Ms. Capello," he grinned, his hand squeezing her large breast through her blouse.

Aaliyah. I wish that no one cares that I'm fucking in the hallway.

Why don't you just wish that no one cares whenever your fucking so you don't have to keep making the same wish! Her thoughts were full of irritation that surprised Kyle.

You don't have to snap at me, Aaliyah! You are my Genie, remember.

Sorry for snapping, husband. I'm taking a math test and the period's almost over. I am very sorry and I would, of course, grant your wish.

Not that good at math?

No. Why do I need to know all these numbers?

He chuckled. I've asked Britney and Christy that very question.

You have fun. Maybe I'll take my concubine and enjoy myself in the restroom and work off this frustration.

I wish you can fuck any woman and no one will care.

Thank you, my love.

Ms. Capello unbuttoned her silk blouse. "I know you love my tits, Master," she purred.

"You're such a bad teacher."

"I am." Her blouse hung open, her heavy breasts peeking out. "I bet you're thinking about all the naughty things you want to do with my tits."

"I want to feel them wrapped around my cock."

"Ohh, a titty-fuck? We'll need a chair for you."

A quick wish to Aaliyah took care of that. Once Kyle mentioned he needed it for sex, his Genie didn't have a problem conjuring it. Ms. Capello was eager to please him, dropping to her knees and unzipping his pants. She smiled as she drew him out, stroking him, then bending down to lick his cock, sucking him to full girth.

The school bell rang and teens poured into the hallway. Aaliyah's awesome powers worked as usual, students not caring at all that he was getting a titty-fuck from his teacher. "Work those sweater puppies!" Hector called out. "Damn, why can't my teacher ever be that friendly."