A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 18 – FREEDOM IN SIGHT

14:13 (Paris Time)

Friday, March 3, 1944

Sewing room, attic of the ‘Mille et Une Nuits’ cabaret 34 Rue Saint-André-des-Arts, Quartier Latin

6th Arrondissement, Paris

France

‘’So, do you like it?’’ asked Lisa Van Houten as Mélanie and Marie Laurent examined the armband she had just finished sewing and embroidering. Marie was smiling with satisfaction when she answered her while still looking at the armband. It was made from a white canvas tissue on which a French flag adorned with the Lorraine Cross of the French Résistance was sewn. Above the flag, the letters ‘F.F.I.’, for ‘Forces Françaises de l’Intérieur’ (French Interior Forces) had been embroidered with blue string. Under the flag, a separate rectangle of embroidered tissue bore the words ‘Groupe Paris Liberté’, the name of the Résistance cell founded by Mélanie.

‘’It is perfect, Lisa! With this, we will be able to fight the Germans openly when the time comes to liberate Paris from their yoke. How long before you can produce enough armbands for all of us?’’

‘’Two days at the most. I already made enough basic armbands with French flags and ‘G.P.L.’ tag for all of us and only need to add the words ‘F.F.I.’ on them.’’

‘’Excellent! Now, we only need to wait for the Americans and British to land in France in force, which should be sometimes this year, probably in the Summer. Germans have taken a real clobbering in the Soviet Union and they lost their Italian allies. Just from the mood and small talk from our German customers, it is evident that they are getting quite nervous and apprehensive about the final outcome of this war.’’

‘’Yes, but Hitler and his minions don’t seem to want to look at reality in the face yet, Mother.’’ objected Mélanie in a soft tone. ‘’Hitler has become justly famous for issuing orders to fight to the death and never retreat. If the Germans decide to contest the possession of Paris to an eventual Allied land force, then that could easily turn our city into a field of rubble. That is why we have to be ready to attack the Germans from

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within Paris to prevent them from systematically blowing up the city. Remember how the Germans blew up a whole district in the old port of Marseille a year ago as a preventative measure against armed resistance.’’

Marie could only nod her head bitterly at those words: in February of 1943, the Germans had systematically blown up 1,500 buildings in the ‘Quartier du Panier’, in the old port area of Marseille, and this after chasing away the 30,000 inhabitants, of which over 9,000 had then been arrested and deported. Also, more and more Frenchmen were being forced to go work in Germany under the hated Vichy ‘S.T.O.’ program, or ‘Service du Travail Obligatoire’ (Obligatory Work Service). While the Germans were now feeling the Allied vise grip tightening around them, that also had made them generally more strict and severe towards the French population, with food rations being cut constantly, while more and more French goods and products were taken and sent to Germany by the occupiers. As a result, the majority of Parisians ended up constantly hungry, while food black marketeers were making great profits. As for the girls and employees of the cabaret, the only reason they were not hungry was the occasional pilfering of food from German reserves done by Mélanie.

‘’I remember that too well, Mélanie. We will have to be vigilant and be ready to fight the Germans the moment they will start placing demolition charges around Paris. You girls are still willing to fight?’’

A chorus of ‘Yes!’ from the dancers and from the other employees of the cabaret, male and female, answered her at once, warming Marie’s heart. While her young dancing girls were no commandos, Mélanie had been teaching all of the employees how to maintain, strip and operate a variety of weapons. Since they would mostly fight from fixed positions inside the cabaret, they would not need courses in tactics or in other military skills, apart from basic shooting. Mélanie had taken care of that particular need by using the deepest tunnels and caves under the cabaret, where some practice firing could be done with relative discretion, unheard from the surface. With a number of medium machine guns available to defend the cabaret, along with shrapnel charges prepared by Mélanie, they were going to be able to turn their establishment into a quite lethal strongpoint when the time came to fight.

19:09 (Paris Time)

Saturday, March 4, 1944

‘Mille et Une Nuits’ cabaret

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Mélanie was in the process of dancing and stripping for a trio of Kriegsmarine officers when she saw Rudolph Zimmermann, a Luftwaffe fighter pilot and a most decent man who had been a steady customer of the cabaret since 1941, enter the cabaret. She gave him a radiant smile and a wave of the hand, to which he replied by a weak smile, something that alarmed her at once. Now resolved to go talk with him afterwards, Mélanie continued her stripping, ending naked and sitting in the lap of one of the Kriegsmarine officers, a submarine commander who looked like he was now in seventh heaven. That submariner ended up asking to go upstairs with her, to which she agreed as a matter of professional routine. She however quickly stopped by Zimmermann before going upstairs.

‘’I will make it quick, Rudolph. Then, we will talk.’’

‘’Thanks, Mélanie!’’ replied the pilot in a tired tone that only made her more worried about his psychological state. She then noticed that he now wore the rank insignias of a major, but did not comment on that right away, and went up with the submariner.

Fifty minutes later, after having taken a quick shower following her sex session with the submariner, Mélanie went back down to the show lounge, to find Rudolph Zimmermann sipping quietly on a cup of wine while watching young and delicate Hien Min Wa dance and strip. In that, he stood in sharp contrast to the nine other German customers present in the show lounge, who were hollering, whistling and laughing while drinking, watching the dancing girls and occasionally fondling the big, firm breasts of Louise Thibault, dressed in her topless maid outfit and serving the drinks around the lounge. Going to the fighter pilot, Mélanie sat next to him on his sofa and snuggled close to him, speaking softly in his ear.

‘’What is troubling you, my dear Rudolph?’’

‘’I came to say my goodbyes to you, Mélanie: my unit is being transferred to the Russian Front and I am not sure that I will ever be able to return to France.’’

‘’I am sorry to hear that, Rudolph. You know, you could have brought your comrade pilots with you tonight: we would have gladly arranged a special package for them.’’

To her surprise, his reaction to that was to lower his head sadly.

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‘’Max and Bruno are dead, Mélanie: they were shot down in air combat in the last two months. In fact, my unit, which I command now, is down to less than half of its initial strength in pilots. I am due to receive a batch of new pilots once we get to Poland.’’

‘’Oh! I am truly sorry about your comrades: they were good, decent young men. Would you like to continue this conversation in private?’’

‘’I…I would really appreciate that, Mélanie. I have much to unload off my mind.’’

‘’Then, come upstairs to my private bedroom, Rudolph.’’

‘’Thanks, Mélanie: you are a truly good girl.’’ said the German pilot before getting up from his sofa with her. As she accompanied him up the stairs, Mélanie felt ambivalent about the situation: this was obviously going to be an excellent opportunity for her to get some classified information through soft talking from the pilot, but she also could feel the real psychological distress of the tall, handsome young man. To profit now from that distress felt somewhat wrong to her. She however told herself that this was war and that she would have to put her personal feelings for Zimmermann aside tonight. Once in her private bedroom, she gently and slowly undressed him while exchanging kisses with him, letting his hands roam all over her body, then undressed herself before laying down on top of him in bed. With her large, firm breasts resting on his chest, she caressed his face with both hands while speaking softly.

‘’Now, feel free to speak your mind as you wish, my dear Rudolph.’’

‘’Thank you, Mélanie. In truth, I am tired of this war, dead tired, and I wish that I wouldn’t need to fight and kill anymore and have to watch my pilots disappear one by one.’’

‘’I can understand that quite easily, Rudolph: too many young men have died in this war, on both sides. I sincerely hope that you will be able to survive it yourself.’’

‘’What if I do, Mélanie? Would you accept to see me again after the war, even if Germany loses it?’’

‘’Rudolph, I personally wouldn’t mind that at all. However, my situation and that of the other dancing girls of this cabaret may become quite touchy once Paris is liberated: we could then suffer consequences from having entertained German officers.’’

‘’I know, but that would be deeply unjust, in my opinion, as I know that you are no pro-Nazi collaborator. Maybe we could keep in touch via letters. You would only need to bring your letters to the Luftwaffe office of personnel at the Ritz Hotel. In turn, I would send you letters the same way.’’

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Mélanie felt some guilt, a very rare thing indeed for a Succubus, as she understood that Rudolph was desperately in love with her. He was also a man who clearly expected to die in the coming months. Tears came to her eyes as she looked into his eyes.

‘’Rudolph, I am afraid that this won’t work. Any letter from you to me that would be intercepted by Frenchmen would only condemn me in the eyes of my compatriots. Also, in the case that Germany loses the war, you probably will not be allowed back in France, at least for a few months or even years. Surviving this war will be difficult for both of us. Maybe we better say our goodbyes tonight and then go on our respective ways. However, if you ever are able to come safely back to France after the war, once all the nastiness and witch-hunting are over, then I would be most happy to see you again. But I must warn you: I have no plans to marry anyone in the years to come. I am too-independent minded for that.’’

What she didn’t tell him was that her main reason not to marry was that she was basically immortal. Unless violently killed by supernatural means or weapons, she would still be able to look like a young woman in a thousand years or more. In a way, this condemned her to long-term loneliness as long as she lived here, on the Material Plane, rather than in the Abyss or, Lucifer forbid, on the Celestial Plane. Thankfully, Rudolph seemed to accept her arguments, even though they clearly hurt him.

‘’Maybe you are right, Mélanie. Then, let me give you my goodbye now.’’ He then kissed her longingly, while his hands started caressing her gently all over her body. By the time he finally penetrated her, Mélanie was thoroughly aroused and enjoying the moment. Both climaxed nearly simultaneously in an explosion of mutual pleasure that left both panting and satisfied. Mélanie hugged Rudolph tightly while kissing him with passion, staying on top of him.

‘’Rudolph, you are one of the nicest, most decent men I ever met. There should be more men like you in this world, a lot more.’’

‘’And you are without equal, my beautiful Mélanie. I truly hope that we will one day be able to meet again after this war.’’

Rudolph then regretfully got up from bed and went with her to her bathroom, were they quickly cleaned up their respective groin areas. Mélanie used that occasion to perform fellatio on him, making Rudolph perform in turn cunnilingus on her.

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They went back downstairs together, holding hands and smiling. Once back in the show lounge, Rudolph gathered his coat, glove and service cap before giving her a last kiss. At the same time, he discretely handed her a thick roll of French Francs.

‘’I won’t need these where I am going next, Mélanie. Make good use of that money.’’

‘’You are too kind, Rudolph. Please be careful and stay safe.’’ That made him laugh briefly.

‘’Me, a German fighter pilot, stay safe? These days, German fighter pilots are either fighting men or they are dead men.’’

‘’Still, be careful.’’

‘’I will! Take care of yourself as well, Mélanie.’’

She accompanied him outside, where a kubelwagen staff car was waiting, with a young Luftwaffe serviceman waiting beside it while smoking a cigarette. The driver

immediately threw away his half-finished cigarette and saluted Rudolph while opening the right-side door of the staff car for him. Once Rudolph was sitting inside, the driver closed his door and hurried to his own seat, starting his engine at once. Mélanie felt a pinch in her heart as she watched the kubelwagen roll away.

‘’Damn war!’’ she muttered to herself before walking back inside the cabaret.