A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 6 – LIAISON

21:14 (Paris Time)

Saturday, October 19, 1940

Cabaret ‘Mille et Une Nuits’, 34 Rue Saint-André-des-Arts Quartier Latin, Paris

‘’Is something wrong, my dear Adolf? I feel some

frustration inside you. I hope that my ‘attentions’ didn’t disappoint you.’’

Major Adolf Galland, certified fighter ace of the Luftwaffe, gave a contrite smile to Mélanie, who was fully naked and still mounting him in one of the small ‘guest’ bedrooms of the cabaret.

‘’Not at all, my beautiful Mélanie. It is just that all the

hard fighting of the last few months against the British was for nothing, after all.’’

While Mélanie’s brain switched at once to high gear at those words, she kept smiling while rocking back and forth, still impaled on Galland’s penis. The German fighter pilot was already under her spells but, as usual, had proved to be tougher to influence than most other men, having a will of iron. Mélanie thus had to be cautious with him while attempting to get military information from him.

‘’But the radio says that the British are on the verge of giving up, right?’’ Galland rolled his eyes at that, while he grunted under the energetic treatment the teenager was administering to him.

‘’I wish it was true, Mélanie, but what you hear on Radio-Paris is propaganda, pure and simple. In reality, the British are fighting as hard as ever in the air and our losses are quite heavy. Now, we are told that the Führer has ordered the invasion of England to be postponed until at least next Summer. I was able to confirm that myself: during my last flight, I saw that the French coastal ports which had been until recently full of landing barges are now nearly empty. When I think that a third of my pilots have been killed by now…for nothing!’’

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‘’I am sorry to hear that, Adolf.’’ said softly Mélanie. ‘’What will you do now?’’

‘’Continue to fight in the air as best I can, Mélanie. What other choice do I have?’’

‘’And I hope that you will survive this war, Adolf.’’ said Mélanie, being sincere about that. Adolf Galland may have been a German fighter pilot and, technically, an enemy for her, but he had also proved to be a most decent man and a true gentleman. He may not have been the most handsome man around, thanks to his facial scars and big nose, but he was exceptionally fit physically, with plenty of stamina and vigor, and had proved to be a caring sex partner. He proved it again by kissing and caressing her while she was mounting him, until both climaxed nearly simultaneously. Resting on top of him while he caught his breath, she then dismounted him and got out of bed to go wash her groin with the sponge and wash basin left atop a chest of drawers, beside a pair of towels. Galland, still in bed, admired her body as she washed.

‘’You truly must be the most beautiful girl I ever saw…anywhere.’’

‘’Including Germany?’’ asked Mélanie with a grin, twisting her head to look at him.

‘’Including Germany. If it wouldn’t be for this war, you would make a fortune as an actress, especially with your talent for dancing and singing. You could also easily become a fashion model.’’

‘’…Or a magazine pin-up model.’’

‘’Or that! Well, I better get up and get dressed, so that I could go check how my pilots are doing downstairs.’’

‘’…Or upstairs?’’

Galland laughed at that and joined her in front of the chest of drawers, washing quickly his own groin after throwing away the condom he had been using. Having less clothes than him to put on, Mélanie left the room first after a last kiss and a substantial tip from Galland as an extra to the ‘service fee’ due to her.

Mélanie ended up doing one more strip dance and one sex session before the last German customers left at closing time, at two o’clock in the morning. Marie had a satisfied smile as she counted the night’s earnings, while Stéphanie Morin, Marc Aubut and Réjeanne Bouvet started cleaning up the show room and guest bedrooms. Mélanie approached her once she had finished counting her money and spoke to her in a near whisper.

‘’Mother, we need to talk…in private.’’

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‘’Is it about one of your clients, Mélanie?’’

‘’More like what he told me. We now have tons of important, useful military information about the Germans in and around Paris, but we have yet to find a way to transmit it to someone who could use that information. We need a way to contact the British, or the Free French in London, and quickly.’’

‘’Very well! Go to your room: I will join you there soon.’’

‘’Yes, Mother!’’

While Marie nodded her head at that, she had no illusion about who could be the real master between the two of them: while they both deeply loved each other as mother and daughter, Mélanie was by far the most powerful person in the couple, thanks to her demonic nature and powers. However, Marie knew that Mélanie respected and loved her too much to push her around, as a normal Demon would probably do. The fact was that Mélanie was no ordinary Demon, if Marie could believe the stories about the Abyss which her adopted daughter had told her. Marie could also take credit for mellowing further that young Demon Succubus she had found crying and alone in a dark alley, eight years ago.

Going to her own bedroom first, Marie put the thick pile of Reichsmarks and French Francs in her strong box, then locked it and hid it back before going to knock on the door of her daughter’s room.

‘’It’s me, Marie!’’

‘’Come in!’’

When Marie entered the relatively small bedroom used by Mélanie, she found her daughter sitting at her study desk and looking inside a photo album. Approaching her, she looked over Mélanie’s shoulder at the album.

‘’The photo album about our trip together to London just before the war?’’

‘’That’s the one, Mother.’’ replied Mélanie, looking up at Marie. ‘’I think that the only way we will be able to quickly pass all the information we have compiled on the Germans will be for me to personally go to London and hand it to General de Gaulle.’’

‘’You, go to London? How?’’ asked Marie, surprised and shocked. Mélanie gave her a benevolent smile.

‘’Mother, I have grown quite a lot since you found me eight years ago and adopted me. I have learned a lot and also improved my powers a lot with time and practice. You already know that I can jump instantly from one point to another,

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something I call ‘teleporting’. Well, I can now do a lot better than just teleport between two points in Paris. In truth, I can teleport between any point on this planet, as long as I visited it at least once or saw it from afar, and this with a hundred percent accuracy.’’ That left Marie speechless for a moment before she could recover her wits.

‘’Such powers you have… But, how are you going to explain to General de Gaulle or his officers how you came from France with your information? You are not going to unmask yourself as a Demon before them, I hope?’’

‘’Of course I won’t do that, Mother! I am not that stupid! Besides, I won’t need to, as I will wear a disguise in London. You know how good I am at changing my appearance.’’

Marie could only roll her eyes at those last words.

09:36 (London Time)

Monday, October 21, 1940

Free French Forces (FFF) headquarters

1 Dorset Square, Marylebone District

London, England

The two Free French soldiers standing guard outside the entrance of the FFF headquarters, lodged in a townhouse with a ground level façade made of white stones and an upper floor made of reddish-brown bricks, were surprised to see a young girl come to them, a big, wrapped parcel in her arms. She was maybe nine or ten and her face was truly angelic, but her simple dress and coat were obviously well used. The girl came all the way to the two soldiers and stopped in front of the one wearing chevrons on his uniform’s sleeve, speaking to him in French tainted with a Parisian accent.

‘’Good morning, monsieur! I was told to bring this parcel to General de Gaulle. It is very important.’’

A bit amused but also instantly a tad suspicious, the French soldier looked down at the girl and her parcel.

‘’And who told you to bring a parcel to General de Gaulle, girl? It could be a bomb, after all.’’

The girl gave him a disarming look with her big brown eyes.

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‘’The man was a Frenchman, but he said that he needed to stay anonymous for reasons of personal safety. He told me that this package contains important information about the Germans in France and that General de Gaulle will want to see it.’’

‘’In that case, I will take your package, girl, and will have it transmitted to the general.’’

‘’No!’’ replied at once the girl, her arms tightening around the parcel. ‘’I have to give it directly to General de Gaulle or to one of his senior officers.’’ A bit frustrated by now, the corporal looked at his comrade.

‘’Stay here: I will bring her to Colonel Dewavrin.’’

‘’Right!’’

The corporal then opened the door and invited the girl to follow him. Inside, they nearly at once ran into a junior officer who looked with disapproval at the girl before raising his voice at the soldier.

‘’Why did you let that girl in here, Corporal?’’

‘’She says that she has a parcel full of information about the Germans in France and that a man told her to give it to General de Gaulle in person or to one of his senior officers.’’

‘’And you believed her, Corporal? Are you completely stupid or what? She could be bringing in a bomb in that parcel.’’

‘’It’s not a bomb!’’ protested the girl. ‘’It is secrets stolen from the Germans around Paris.’’

‘’Shut up, girl, and give me that parcel!’’ nearly shouted the French captain.

‘’NO! I NEED TO GIVE IT TO GENERAL DE GAULLE!’’

‘’YOU LITTLE BITCH! GIVE ME THAT PARCEL!’’

The captain grabbed the parcel with both hands but, to his astonishment, the girl resisted his efforts and kept her grip on it. The whole thing was about to turn into a near brawl when an officer with some gray in his hair and who had been attracted by the commotion came in at a quick pace.

‘’WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?’’

The captain and the corporal came at once to attention, with the captain answering the newcomer.

‘’That girl was brought in by the corporal on guard duty at the entrance, Colonel. She pretends to have a parcel full of information about the Germans in Paris, a parcel that a man supposedly gave her with instructions to give it directly to General de Gaulle

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or to one of his senior officers. I wanted to check first if that parcel contained a bomb or not.’’

‘’It doesn’t!’’ protested the girl, making the French colonel look with curiosity at her for a moment. He then looked back at the captain.

‘’I will take it from here, Captain Courtemanche.’’

‘’Uh, yes sir!’’

Looking down again at the girl, the colonel smiled to her.

‘’I am Colonel André Dewavrin, the senior intelligence officer of General de Gaulle. I will take your parcel, girl, but first tell me about the man who gave it to you.’’

‘’Well, he accosted me a few street corners from here and gave me money in exchange for me bringing this parcel here. He was definitely a Frenchman but didn’t give me his name. The only things he said to me about the parcel is that it came from

the resistance cell ‘Groupe Paris Liberté’16, based in Paris. He said that he and his group wanted to stay anonymous in order to protect themselves from the German secret police and from French collaborators. He said that more parcels like this one will be sent at intervals in the months to come and that they will be marked like this one.’’

‘’Marked? How?’’

In response, the girl turned the parcel around, making visible a banknote glued to the wrapping. Dewavrin’s eyes widened when he recognized the banknote.

‘’A one Reichsmark banknote?! Hell, this is starting to look quite serious to me! Alright, Corporal, you will be able to escort this girl out, gently, once she gives me her package. Okay, girl, you can now give me your parcel. I promise you that General de Gaulle will be informed of its content. Thank you for bringing it to us.’’

‘’Here you are, Colonel. Have a good day!’’ said the girl, handing over her parcel, which proved surprisingly heavy for its size. She then left with the corporal, leaving Dewavrin wondering about a bomb possibly being inside the parcel. He thus hurried to the back of the building, where he got out in the small courtyard used by French personnel to get some fresh air during their breaks. Putting the parcel on a picnic table, Dewavrin examined it carefully for a good minute, then decided to open it. Cutting the strings wrapped around the parcel, he then cautiously peeled open one extremity of it and looked inside. Seeing only papers and documents, he then ripped open the rest of the wrapping, ending with a cardboard box full of papers topped by a letter. The letter

16 Groupe Paris Liberté: Paris Freedom Group in French.

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had the lines ‘For General de Gaulle, from the Groupe Paris Liberté’ written on it. Grabbing first the letter and extracting a folded note from it, he read the said note with increasing curiosity.

‘‘To General de Gaulle and his Free French Forces, from the résistance cell

‘Groupe Paris Liberté’. You will find in this box the sum of what we have been

able to collect as military information on the Germans in and around Paris, and

this since last July. We intend to send you further packages of information as

needed in the coming months. However, due to reasons of operational security,

our group intends to stay separate from other résistance groups and to not have

direct links with British or Free French agents in France. Please do not try to

contact or find us and, especially, do not mention the name of our group to any

other résistance group or to British agents. Any transgression of that rule and we

will stop sending parcels. Be aware especially of the following important piece of

intelligence we found out recently: Hitler has ordered, sometimes before October

19, the postponement of his planned invasion of Great-Britain, and this until at

least next Summer. A Luftwaffe pilot confided that the French coastal ports

which had been full of landing barges are now nearly empty. One last point: all

the future parcels from us will have a one Reichsmark banknote fixed to it and

the bearer will say that he or she is coming in the name of the Groupe Paris

Liberté. Please make good use of our information. Vive la France!’’

Now feeling growing glee, Dewavrin quickly sifted through the content of the box, finding lists of German military units and locations in and around Paris, short reports about German supply train movements and other precious information about the German occupation in Paris. Now convinced that he had his hands on a treasure trove of intelligence information, Dewavrin picked up the box and nearly ran back inside with it.