Succumb To Love Act 03

SUCCUMB TO LOVE

A VALENTINE'S DAY FANTASY IN THREE ACTS

By Roy Hoffman

{Disclaimer: All the beings in this tale are over the age of eighteen. Honest. I checked their I.D.s)

ACT THREE

At the Halfworld Tavern and Grill, somewhere beyond time and space.

Erin, a Cupid sat on a booster seat sipping from a goblet filled with the finest distilled Hesperian ambrosia. He shared a table with Ashley who nibbled at a plate of deep-fried nectar. Ashley, a Succubus/Incubus was fashionably androgynous in the shape of Ziggy Stardust. Next to them sat a red bearded man wearing a red square-cut coat, richly laced with gold, a cocked hat, and buckled shoes drinking directly from a bottle of whisky. This was Ewan, a Leprechaun who favored the traditional garb of his people.

Erin turned to Ewan, "I did my task, completed my Dare. I brought out the taboo love that these good people so carefully hid, even from themselves, and let them have a night of love they will long remember."

Ashley smiled, "Yes, and for the most part you did a good job of it and made my Dare a bit easier. I fed those desires and gave them a great Illusion. A combination of dream and physical sex that they will remain uncertain if it was entirely a dream or if something truly happened. Now those lingering feelings make them hover around each other, circling closer and closer. They will aching to give into that taboo love once and for all. Yet I don't think you deserve full marks for Joshua. His love for his dead wife was so strong it took me forever to manifest Izzy's form.

Erin flushed angrily. "He got there in the end, didn't he? He willingly made love to his daughter, which was the point of the Dare." He took a drink of ambrosia and shook a tiny finger at Ashley. "Besides, you got a little sloppy with your timing and overlapped Joshua and Izzy's encounters. That mortal caught a glimpse of you."

Ashley looked slightly abashed but played it off. "That was planned. To further confound the mortal."

"Uh huh," Erin said with obvious disbelief. He turned to Ewan, "But you, my Trickster friend failed. You chose Truth, and as far as I can tell you haven't achieved that! Aside from that bit with the hymen, which was inspired, I admit, you did little. They still don't know the Truth about their Love! I half expected you to apport back the semen that Ashley collected and deposited in the wombs of the daughter and the mother so that they would know that the sexual encounter had been real, or real enough."

Ashley sighed "Yes, that was a wasted collection and deposit considering Joshua and Cassandra's conditions.

Ewan batted away their jibes with a sharp wave."Bah, having them drip semen after their Illusions would be too easy. In addition to my jiggery-pokery on Izzy's hymen, I did some other wee biological manipulations. Ah, that poor darling man, Joshua wrecked his marriage because he insisted on having a vasectomy, I fixed that little problem for him. And that poor lass, Cassandra suffered torment and felt like a failure as a woman because she had early menopause. Well now, I repaired that wee bit of trouble as well. So let's look at the results that took place a half tick or so after you finished your Dares to see the Truth revealed. 'Tis about a month and a half in the moral realm." A sly trickster's grin and mischief flitted across his face. "I believe the mortals call this April Fool's Day"

Ewan poured a dollop of whisky onto the wooden table and waved his hand. The puddle of liquid revealed Cassandra garbed in scrubs sitting in a Doctor's office. The three observers felt waves of fear, tension and grief radiating from her. They feasted on the succulent emotions.

A young man in white lab coat came into the room, his picture I.D. said he was Tom Smith, M. D. came into the room. Cassandra sighed at his age. To her, it looked like he was just out of high school. That made her think of her son. She smiled although her happiness was tinged with worry. What would happen to Jeremy if what she feared was true?

Dr. Smith was smirking a bit which Cassandra found irritating. He said, "You know you could have saved yourself the cost of an office visit if you had used a home test kit."

"What?" She couldn't believe how callous this young doctor was being. As if possible cervical cancer was something to joke about.

"A home test. They are very accurate nowadays."

"A home test for cervical cancer?" she asked angrily.

Dr. Smith was so taken aback by her outburst that he started. A bit flustered after that he stammered, "No, not cervical cancer. You're just pregnant."

Cassandra almost fainted, "What did you say!"

The doctor composed himself, "I understand it may be a bit of a shock but even at your age you should be able to have a healthy baby."

Cassandra overlooked the crack about her age. She was only forty-one. "That's... That's impossible. I had an early menopause."

Dr. Smith frowned and sat down to scroll through his tablet. He scanned her records. "Ah, Okay. Hmmm. It's possible, probable I'd say, that you were misdiagnosed because you are definitely pregnant. Six to seven weeks, I'd say."

"But I haven't... I haven't.." Cassandra started to say she hadn't had sex in years.

The doctor frowned in perplexion, "You haven't?"

The vivid dream that had been swirling around in her head since Valentine's Day flitted across her mind. Since that day Jeremy had also been more attentive to her, kissing and hugging her more. "Or Did I?" That little dickens, maybe it hadn't been a dream after all.

"Okay, you still have some time to decide what to do. But if you have any problems feel free to contact us."

"Oh, I already know what I'm going to do. I'm gonna have this baby."

When she got home she would certainly give Jeremy a piece of her mind. She smiled. And then she'd give him a piece of something else.

Jeremy hurried into his house. He had rushed home from school to see if his Mom was there. He knew she was going to the doctor because she had been having "issues" as she called them. Although she hid it well, he knew she was quite worried. He had texted her and called her during the day to see what the results were but she never responded. As usual, he entered the back door and started for the refrigerator. A note was taped to its door. "We need to talk about Valentine's Day" Beneath this she had drawn a heart. Anxiety struck Jeremy like a slap in the chest. Had his mom somehow learned about his dream?

One of her pumps lay at the bottom of the fridge. There was another by the kitchen door. Inside the living room was a black thigh-high stocking and another one by the living room door leading to the upstairs. Jeremy wasn't certain what was going on but it seemed like his mom was undressing and dropping her clothes on the floor. This was very uncharacteristic for her. His anxiety increased but he also found it rather exciting. His cock was stiffening rapidly. On the staircase banister, a black blazer was hung over the rail. At the top of the stairs was a white blouse. Further down the hall, a skirt lay on the floor. Hanging on her partially opened bedroom door a brasserie hung off the knob. Although he knew what size it was Jeremy could not help but stop and look. Yep, 37c He ran a finger over a silky cup as he imagined what it was built to contain. Jeremy had to adjust his pants to make room for his erection.

He wasn't certain what he would find beyond the door but he knew what he wanted to find. The woman of his dreams, specifically that wonderful dream he had on Valentine's Day. As he pushed open the door he smelled the perfume that had been in his dream. Halfway between the door and his mom's bed lay a pair of frilly pink panties.

His mom was sitting on her bed watching TV which she switched off as he walked in. Jeremy was slightly disappointed that Cassandra was not in full makeup and wearing a negligee as she had been in his dream. She was wearing a blue kimono and had brushed her graying brown hair but wasn't wearing any makeup at all. She smiled at Jeremy's obvious tent and to his delight he saw her nipples bloom underneath her robe.

"I was going to tear you a new one for what you did on Valentine's Day and then let you slowly work your way into my good graces," Cassandra said and sighed. The rise and fall of her robe made Jeremy weak in the knees. He was so entranced by the possibility of seeing her naked for real that the meaning of her words escaped him. "But then I realized, Oh, what the hell. I loved you loving me and life is too short." Cassandra untied the sash of her kimono and let it fall open revealing her naked, aroused breasts and the hint of her bush further down.

Jeremy stood paralyzed. Cassandra gave him a mock glare of amused exasperation. She splayed her legs and lifted them slightly opening her robe even further. "Jeremy, honey, get your clothes off, Mommy is waiting!"

Erin and Ashley gave thumbs-ups to Ewan. Erin exclaimed, "Oh that was delicious. All the love she felt waving up for her new baby and for her son. Just yummy! And they succumbed.. succumbed to the taboo love!"

"And the deep conflict they feel between love, fear, and excitement. Ashley said with a delighted shiver "Okay, Ewan because this was so tasty we'll give you that one."

Ewan waved his hand again. This time the puddle revealed Isabelle in her family bathroom. She was clutching the bathroom sink looking at four rectangular objects lined up on its rim. There were four different brand versions of home pregnancy tests. All of them were positive.

Izzy held onto the sink because her world was spinning. She felt flushed, nauseous, and lightheaded. She sat down on the toilet as the room spun. When she had started experiencing morning sickness and cramps she thought it was just a bad period but the period never came. Her friend Jasmine had noticed how sick and distraught she was. Izzy confided in her that she was experiencing symptoms of pregnancy but hadn't had sex. Outside of a weird dream on Valentine's Day, she hadn't even had wet dreams.

Intrigued by this Jasmine asked for details of the dream. Izzy was less reluctant to reveal the details of her dream to Jasmine than she would have to any other person. Jasmine had confessed to Izzy that during the pandemic, and afterward, she and her sister had been intimate with each other on a regular basis.

After Izzy finished her recount, Jasmine looked pleased, shocked, and a bit abashed. "It worked. Not how I planned but it worked."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Izzy said with exasperation. It was so like Jasmine to make this about her.

Jasmine sighed and gave her a sheepish grin. "Well, after I sucked your pussy and you not only failed to reciprocate but forgot most of me doing it, I was a bit pissed. I was angry at that and and tired of your constant whining about Tyler so I cast a working on you."

Izzy frowned, she knew that Jasmine was a Wiccan and claimed to be able to do magic but she was always saying she never used her powers for evil.

Jasmine shrugged. "It was designed for you to make love to your truest love." Jasmine giggled. "I thought you realize you made a mistake an you would..." Izzy paused for a second, as if afraid to complete the sentence. "go back to that asshole Tyler. How was I to know you were such a Daddy's girl!"

Izzy's stricken face made Jasmine laugh again, She patted Izzy on the back, "Relax girl, it's not like you actually fucked your Dad. It sounds like you had a visit from a Cupid, a manifestation of Eros, who creates romantic dreams." She stopped smiling as a sudden thought struck her. "Although... considering your symptoms... Oh no! What did I do?" Jasmine's amusement faded, as she looked stricken with fear and regret. "I may have poured too much anger into that Casting. You might have had a visit from an Incubus. They are supernatural beings who also inhabit erotic dreams but they also physically make love to the recipients of their charms. Some practitioners believe them to be sex deities, others to be demons."

Hearing that Ashley grinned revealing a fanged mouth.

"What the fuck, Jasmine, are you saying I'm gonna have some demon baby?"

"No, it doesn't work like that. Incubus is the male version, they also transform into Succubus, a female version. As females they, umm, have sex with a guy and collect their semen then as a male they have sex with a girl and, uh, deposit the collected semen."

"Oh, so not some demon baby just some rando baby!" Izzy shouted. "That's so much better!"

"Perhaps not so random. Didn't you say your Dad had a wet dream too? And hasn't he been acting odd lately."

"Well... I guess odd for him. He stopped drinking and has been more attentive to me." Izzy stopped short, "Wait, you think it's my Dad's? No, that's impossible! He had a vasectomy years ago."

Jasmine shook her head and smiled sadly. "izzy... if they can carry semen from one person to another and have it remain viable, if they can replace your hymen, do you think a vasectomy is all that big a deal to them?

"Oh my God! I'm carrying my Dad's baby!"

"Before you freak out, do some tests to make sure. Then you can freak out!" Jasmine cringed at Izzy's glare. "If you need it, I'll pay for it, since it's my fault."

"Pay for what?"

"You know, if you need to go to a clinic."

Izzy shot her a hateful look as she strode towards the door. "Yeah, whatever. Bye girl, I gotta go pee on some sticks.

And there they were lined up on the family sink. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant, pregnant! She laughed softly with relief as the tension she felt before this moment faded. Well, now she knew. What to do, what to do? She softly rubbed her belly and concentrated on what she felt. Fear yes. But lots of love. Without realizing it, Izzy was rubbing the spot where Erin's arrow had pierced her skin.

Perhaps the Incubus wasn't as demonic as Jasmine suggested. What if this was a gift of love like the dream had been? After Valentine's Day she had felt a bit awkward around her dad but she had not felt shame. Before that dream, she had been a bit flustered about how she felt when his eyes would linger on her. That had been because she wasn't certain if it was her he was seeing and lusting for her or if it was her mom. She now realized it didn't have to be me or her situation. Perhaps he saw both and lusted for both. Izzy was quite alright with that. Mom wasn't her competition. If anything she was Mom's successor.

Also since Valentine's Day her dad had seemed to resolve some of his issues. He did not drink anymore and when he did look at Izzy he no longer had that longing, guilty look. Longing yes, but not so much guilt. Nor did he disappear to his rooms. He spent dinners and evenings with her watching TV or playing games. What's more, he didn't hog the TV but let her pick half the stuff they watched. Many times she thought he was going to make a move on her but didn't. She was disappointed that he did not act on what they both felt. Izzy thought about making a move on him but didn't want to give the poor dear a heart attack.

The four positive sticks brought her focus back to the present. Izzy made some quick calculations. It was April, and would graduate the next month. So she would not be showing up at her graduation with a preggo belly. She could finish great deal of her master's degree online so could stay at home with the baby. Dad had stopped drinking and was more reliable. Yeah, it could work. Now the question was what she should tell him? She knew that there was no way he would believe that an incubus or whatever had fucked them both.

Izzy wasn't certain she believed it. Wasn't it more likely that he had drunk fucked her? Maybe she had been higher than she thought. And was more probable that his vasectomy had failed than she had been magically impregnated. She didn't know why she had bought into Jasmine's crazy shit even for a second.

Of course, she could just have the baby without telling her Dad who the father was. But would that be fair to him? Besides... the pregnancy was positive proof that they had made love. Even before she thought she was pregnant, Izzy could not stop thinking about how wonderful that "dream" had been. How absolutely perfect the combination of sex and love had been. She thought with a wicked giggled, how absolutely perfect her Daddy's cock had been for her pussy.

Joshua entered his kitchen through the garage door and went directly to the refrigerator. However unlike the past four years this was not to get ice for his first drink of the evening His dream on Valentine's Day had changed that. Although that dream had revealed some things about himself he hadn't wanted to acknowledge, it had also helped to move on from his wife's death. He took out a bottle of sparkling water. Izzy wasn't in the kitchen and there was no sign of anything being prepared for dinner. Well, if she didn't have time to cook tonight, he would have to start something.

"Izzy, what do you want for supper, honey? I'm thinking about spaghetti"

His daughter's head popped up from the sofa where she had been lying down. "Pasta and bread would be okay, although don't put the sauce on my spaghetti. My tummy's been a bit upset. " When he heard that he wished he could pick her up and comfort as he used to when she was little. "Before you put the water on to boil, come sit with me. I need to talk to you." she said as she lay back down.

Joshua walked around down into the living room and around the sofa. He nearly stumbled over the arm of the sofa. Izzy lay flat on the sofa in a crop top shirt and a pair of tight shorts. This crop top was small enough that most of her breasts were exposed and the shorts were tight and thin enough he could see her camel toe.

Lately, she had been dressing more, well not provocatively, but certainly less inhibited around him. That hot, sexual dream he had of her on Valentine's Day, which had replayed in his mind very frequently since then, flooded his mind and he felt his cock swell uncomfortably in his pants. Sitting down added painful pressure to his erection.

Fortunately, Izzy did not seem to notice. As he sat, she scooted down towards him her feet and legs sliding across his lap. Her feet and legs also slid across his aching cock make it tingle in an uncomfortable mixture of pain and pleasure. Izzy sat on his lap, put her arms around Joshua, and hugged him, laying her head on his shoulder. Johsua's desire to comfort his daughter warred with the physical desire that her voluptuous and nubile body invoked. Her bottom was firm and warm against his painfully restricted prick. In his mind, he knew only a few millimeters and a small amount of cloth separated their genitals. Joshua nearly groaned out loud at that erotic thought. As Izzy hugged him her full breasts flattened against his chest and he felt her nipples harden. He guessed she felt his arousal after all but was being discreet. He concentrated on her well being rather than the sign of her arousal. "So you're feeling bad, sweetheart."

She sighed and her breasts rose most delightfully on his breastbone. "I'm feeling loads better, now, Daddy"

"That's wonderful sweetheart." She snuggled closer. On one hand, he appreciated the closeness they shared, but on the other hand, he wished she would sit still. Every little movement made him a little stiffer. "So you didn't fix dinner because you were sick." He said and immediately regretted it. It sounded like she was the maid or something. Then that phrase from his dream, maid without benefits, popped into his mind. That combined with the nearness of her warm bottom made him ache even more.

"No, I had some busy with some tests." She gave him a mysterious smile and leaned up to kiss his nose. "Are you alright Daddy, you look like you're kinda sick too."