The Resonance

I felt a little funny accepting Fiona without approval from the girls, but I could not say no. And, I was certain she would be a good fit and add a lot to the group. I still had a hard time thinking of it as a collection, but it was clear that I was collecting people. And Fiona was going to be part of that collection, some way or another. I hoped that my collection was going to be all in one place, but I supposed it did not have to. I was pretty sure the girls would welcome her, but either way I saw no reason to wait.

Anyway, I had invited Fiona to come to my house and she accepted, though with some anxiety, not knowing if she would be accepted by the others or not. I told her that I thought things would be fine, but that did not erase her anxiety. Nothing would, I guessed, until she met the others and they met her. Another reason I wanted to have her come right away.

So we had gotten her things together and booked her a ticket on my flight and had headed for what was now my home town. There were no sexual shenanigans on the flight, really. Well, just a little. I picked a few people on the flight and saw to it that they had satisfying, if unexplainable, orgasms. Fiona and I just basked in their pleasure, which was quite pleasant.

I suppose I was showing off to Fiona. I know she was able to do that sort of thing, but I was pretty sure she was nowhere near as adept or good at it. Given her reaction, I became sure of it.

We did not talk a lot during the first part of the flight. I was tired, for one, but also lost in my own thoughts. And I was sure Fiona was lost in hers. I was mostly thinking about the same old stuff, like what the fuck was I doing? Things had been changing for some time, and it was hard to say when this or that started, but if I looked back to when I first met Susan and all this really took off, I'd have to say that things were quite different indeed.

I had a lot of trouble trying to influence anyone then, whereas now I found it quite simple. Mostly because I had learned how to make people really horny, resulting in their being quite happy to do things they probably would not have done otherwise. Or dreamed of, really. Before I had to set a worm, put an idea in someone's head and let it develop. Now it took very little to instigate some kind of sexual activity or another.

I was also far more sexual. I used to be horny enough. I mean, I'm a guy, right? But now I can just keep on. I have a climax and I'm right back in the ring. I used to think that it was just me picking up on everyone else's horny, and it probably is that, partly. But it is more than that. I not only get aroused, I can fuck again, shoot a healthy load, and then just do it again. And that, my friend, is a game changer.

Fiona's talk about my being an incubus seems to make some sense. There has to be something to it, anyway. Who just keeps this up? (Pun intended). She talked about sexual energy and getting that from people. While I don't see others losing anything, I am certainly getting something. And it is not just sexual energy. I have more physical energy as well, and I seem a little sharper. I did wish I understood all of it better, but all in all, I was quite satisfied with the direction things were going. I was startled out of my reverie when Fiona spoke, though.

"I have always felt like a slut," she said. "I have always been sexually hungry and never quite gotten my belly filled. People don't treat you the same if you are a girl who really likes sex. Who needs sex. Even when guys fuck you, they think you are slutty if you like it or if you want a lot of it. Like I'm nasty or something.

"Boys do not get the same treatment. Guys can be as horny as they want and everyone says that's just what guys do. Guys are fine to have sex with me, but I think they think there is something wrong with me.

"I've known a few other incubi, but those did not work out so well. Both the incubus and the succubus are trying to get filled up, so it is something of a competition. Whoever is the stronger one gets something but the other, not so much. A succubus is not a great source of sexual energy for an incubus, since we are tying to soak it up, too. So usually an incubus does not like being with a succubus, unless he's pretty powerful. But then, the succubus s the one who does not likening with the incubus. It's more like competition than satisfying like it is with someone else. Everyone has sex, but not everyone gets fed.

"You are not like that. I don't understand it, but I get fed with you and you seem to as well. That's different. And I get fed a lot."

I was thinking about what she was saying, and said, "It sounds like incubi and succubi are parasitical. Like sexual vampires or something."

Fiona responded, "Not at all. I mean, when I have sex with someone they really like it. They have orgasms and everything, just like with anyone else. You know when you have an orgasm and you stop being horny for a while? Most people have sex like once or twice a week, right? Once they have sex it is a while before they are interested again. Well, after having sex with me, or someone like me, they are just not going to be interested for a longer time. Usually a week or maybe two. People are just very satisfied. And I get some sexual energy out of the deal. If I fuck someone who has a very high libido, I get more and they get interested sooner.

"What's so strange with you is that I get much more from you than I have from anyone else but you are still interested right after we have sex. I'm not draining you at all. You're incredible!"

I said, "Maybe I'm not an incubus. Seems like I'm a little different than that."

She said, "Oh, there's no doubt you are. You feel just like one, and you can do the sleep harvesting like no one I've ever met. Better than I can, that's for sure."

"Sleep harvesting?"

"You know collecting sexual energy while people sleep. Erotic dreams and wet dreams and stuff. That's what incubi and succubi do. That's how I found you. Or you found me, actually. But that is how I knew. It's just that you are more than that somehow. It's like instead of just collecting sexual energy, you multiply it. I've never been so well fed in my life."

I thought about all this for a long minute, then asked, "Can you make someone orgasm? Without touching them, I mean."

"Well, no. That's another thing about you. How the fuck do you make me orgasm with just your mind? Also, you can, like, turn it up somehow. Like you can make me cum harder if you want to. That's not something other people can do. At least not anyone I know.

"And you can make me like stuff. Like the anal stuff. I could never even imagine liking that and you made it really good. I loved it. And you made cum taste good, too, didn't you? I liked it okay before but since I met you I love the stuff. Not just yours. I blew a couple guys recently and they both tasted great. You did something, didn't you?"

"Actually, I did. I also made your gag reflex disappear. You okay with that?"

"I love it! I like sucking cock even better than I used to, and I used to like it pretty well. But how the fuck do you do stuff like that? Who does that?"

I was not sure what to say about that, since I did not really understand it myself. I tried, though.

"When I was a kid, I was particularly sensitive and empathic. I could feel what others were feeling. A lot. In fact, I could not turn it off, and it was pretty rough sometimes. Later, I was able to sort of know with some accuracy and detail what someone's experience was like. It's a kind of communication but it does not use words. It's possible to kind of resonate with someone once I connect with them. In fact, that's why I call it the resonance. I can feel what they feel and they can feel what I feel.

"If I tweak your nipple it feels good to you, but it feels good to me, too. Not as good as it does to you, but almost. With most people it seems to be a ratio of about 70%. With you it is more than that. I probably feel about 85% or 90% of what you do. So if you experience pleasure I experience pleasure as well, but not quite as intensely as you do. And if I experience pleasure, you get about 90% of the pleasure I do. So, when you suck my cock, it feels really good to me, but it feels nearly as good to you as it does to me."

Fiona said, "It does! I mean, it does not feel like I'm getting my cock sucked. I don't have one of those. And it's not like my clit is being sucked, either. But it feels great down there somehow. It's hard to describe, actually."

I went on. "Well, I find that through the connection I can also kind of get in someone's head. There are places that control sensation, pleasure and pain, really, that I can influence some. I can't explain it, but it is kind of like I can tell where to push and make someone feel good. I can make them feel bad, too, but since I feel what they do, I pretty much stick with good.

"I learned that I could kind of plant a seed, like a suggestion, that would make people want to do stuff. I called that a mind worm. Like I'd suggest you might like something and then that was all you could think about. Like suggesting you might like a dick in your ass. You'd want to do it. I got pretty good at that.

"The real game changer, though, was when I learned where to push to make someone horny. When people are horny, they'll do stuff they would not ordinarily do. And, I have learned how to push in a different place and make someone just have an orgasm. I can push a little and they get a little one, or I can push harder and they get a bigger one. And I get to piggy back on their pleasure, so it's like I get to pick up on their horny and also on their pleasure and their orgasms. That's what a lot of this is. That's what I was doing with the people sleeping. What you call sleep harvesting. I'm just making people horny and making them climax and enjoying their pleasure through the resonance. Is that not what you do?"

Fiona had been listening without saying anything, obviously interested in what I was sharing. Now she said, "It's not that clear for me. I just sense someone and I find that if I have sexual fantasies and am pretty horny, they seem to have sexual dreams. It's kind of the same, since when they get really aroused it makes me more aroused, and when they have climaxes, it feels very good to me as well. But I have no idea how to actually just make someone climax. They don't always, though if I am really horny, they typically become really horny, too, and when that happens they generally do orgasm.

"Honestly, I get more out of just having sex, but that is not always safe and it is always more complicated. Guys can be real assholes. No offense. But what you did with a bunch of people was remarkable. You can see why I had to find you."

None of this helped me understand what I was about, but it was clear that whatever Fiona was able to do was pretty mild in comparison. I wondered about other people.

I asked, "Are other succubi and incubi like you? Are there some who can do more than you can, or is everyone about the same?"

Fiona responded, "I've never met another succubus, actually. I'm not interested in girls and I have done nothing to try to have sexual contact with them. And, I've only met a few incubi. Most were about where I am. One guy seemed more powerful. At least I was more drained when we fucked. He said he could sleep harvest multiple people at once. I never was part of that, but I'm sure he could not do as many as you did. How many people were in the group that night when you captured me?"

I had not thought of that as capturing anyone, but I suppose it was. Sort of. "There were eight that night. I did one before that with twelve, but it was hard to manage. Actually, I was afraid someone would have a heart attack or something. That is why I chose eight the night you were included."

She just stared at me. "Fuck. That was so intense when you did eight. I can't imagine what twelve was like. You know, this is exceptional. I mean, I have never heard of someone who could do as many as eight. Twelve is fucking incredible."

Well, she was not wrong about that. It was both fucking and incredible, though it was a strange way to engage in fucking. I had not done it since, but I certainly planned to. Maybe with twelve again. I don't know if I could do more but even if I could I think that would be too much.

By now an announcement was telling us to buckle up and put seat backs up and all that, so our conversation was sort of at an end. We were almost home. I liked the sound of that. I could not remember feeling like anywhere was home since I moved out of my parent's house. And I had missed the girls. I was looking forward to seeing them.

Fiona was looking forward to it as well, but with a great deal more anxiety than I had. I figured she would just be that way until we got there, but I expected that it wouldn't last.

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We did not talk a lot on the way from the airport, just casual stuff. She still seemed pretty anxious, but I figured that was because she was afraid of not being accepted. It was not until we were almost there that I considered she might be anxious about having sex with other women. I had not said she had to, but I had been clear that the others were plenty sexual when I was not around. And she had said she was not attracted to girls and had not been sexual with any.

Of course I was not going to make her do anything even though I'm sure she would do whatever I told her to do. She had a submissive side that I was looking forward to exploring. I thought about talking to her about all this but decided to just let her be anxious and see how things played out.

When we got to the house, I led her in and looked around for where everyone was. Usually everyone would be in the kitchen or the living room, but both were empty. I left our bags by the door and set out looking for everyone, Fiona in tow.

Of course, the most likely place was the pool area. That is where the hot tub is, and of course the pool. There is a doorway to the pool area about the middle of the room. As you enter, the hot tub is on the right, maybe eight feet away. On the left is a sauna. Directly in front, running the length of the room, is the pool. The pool itself is about ten feet by twenty. There are plants all around, and windows all along the back wall. Outside the windows is a walled-in garden, lush with vegetation. The air inside is moist and warm.

As I opened the door and looked to the right we saw an interesting tableau. Susan was sitting on a seat in the hot tub, her back to the pool. Rebecca was standing on the seats to either side of her, facing her and the pool, with her crotch in Susan's face. Susan was holding Rebecca's ass cheeks with both hands and had her face buried in Rebecca's crotch. Rebecca was steadying herself by holding onto Susan's head.

Kit was on her knees behind Rebecca, her face between her ass cheeks, using her tongue to lick and probe Rebecca's little pucker. Rebecca had her head thrown back as the women pleasured her. Her full breasts were moving slowly to the motion involved. Kit was also reaching forward with her hand to stroke Susan's clit, adding to the mix.

All three women were quite into it, and if they noticed us, they did nothing to take the time out of their activities to acknowledge us. I had picked up on the sexual energy long before we actually reached the pool room, but the closer we got the more intense it was. Fiona was just literally staring. She, too, could pick up on their feelings and sensations through the resonance and the visual added to it. It was quite a sight.

Not only could we both pick up on the sensations the girls were having, just watching made me horny as hell. It seemed to have that effect on Fiona as well. I stepped behind her and unzipped the back of her sundress and slipped it off of her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a pile around her feet. She was not wearing a bra or panties, so in one move she was standing there naked. She stepped out of her shoes, mesmerized by the scene in front of her.

I reached round and cupped her tits, one in each hand, then nuzzled her neck and kissed her there. I found her hardening nipples and rolled them using my fingers and thumbs. I continued to kiss her neck. She smelled good. My efforts sent chills down her spine. They sent something a bit lower as well. Through the resonance I could feel what I think was a jolt of sensation that ran straight to her clit as I tweaked her nipples and bit her neck.

Since we were already awash in sensation from the girls in the tub, my efforts were especially effective in getting Fiona wet and ready. So it was not long before I just dropped my trousers and released my aching cock. I pushed Fiona forward, bent her at the waist, and lined up and thrust into her all at once.

Or as all at once as I could. As tight as she is, it is a bit of an effort to bury my whole cock there in one stroke. She was soaked, though, so in no time I was balls deep. She leaned forward some so as to give me better access, and I grabbed her waist tighter and began slow, deep strokes. Her tits swayed a little and I could catch a glimpse of them as they showed side to side.

Her tight pussy clung to my cock. When I pulled out on the out stroke, the skin of her stretched labia pulled out some like it did not want to let me go. Then I pushed back in until I was as deep as she could take it. The speed and roughness of my efforts increased until Fiona was getting one hell of a dicking.

As you might imagine, all this felt wonderful to us both. Added to the sensations that the girls were adding to the mix, we as a group reached a very satisfying level of sexual pleasure.

We also began to reach critical mass. Rebecca began to climax first. Her legs were weak and shaking as she began to ride out her orgasm. Neither Susan nor Kit slowed down a lot, in large part due to how good it felt to them. Susan went next, both because of what she was picking up from Rebecca and because of Kit's efforts rubbing her clit.

Both of them climaxing brought Fiona to a boil and my furious fucking pushed her over. Her knees were weak as well and I had to hold her up so she did not collapse. I was using both my hands and my cock to accomplish this. By this point I could not hold on any more myself, and began to pump her full of cum.

Rebecca was still coming down from her climax when the combined sensation from Fiona and me sent her back at it again. Susan had not had a chance to come down and just kept at hers. Kit was so overloaded by everyone else's pleasure that she began to climax as well. Both Fiona and I continued for the longest time while all this was going on until I could not hold her up any longer and she collapsed on the floor. I just stood there, my cock still slick and hard, pointing up and out, still ready for duty.

By this time Rebecca had come down enough to notice us, which of course meant she saw said cock. She climbed out of the hot tub, and came over and went to her knees in front of me. Not a 'Hi,' 'Whatcha doing?,' 'Nice to see you,' 'Go to hell,' nothing. Just on her knees licking and sucking, getting all the juices from my coupling with Fiona off my cock. She sucked on my shaft as she went, finally ending up with my cock deep in her throat. Such a pleasant sensation, she held it for long seconds before traveling back the other way towards the head.

While she was doing that, Susan climbed out of the tub and went over to Fiona. She got to her knees between Fiona's legs and spread them, and then lowered herself to her vulva, and began cleaning her up as well.

I could tell that Fiona was surprised when Susan began her cunnilingus, but she offered no objection. Knowing Susan, I'm sure it felt good. Actually, I could tell through the resonance that it felt good.