Crazy Seduction(erotica)

He reached up and took her heavy breasts in his hands and squeezed her nipples between his fingers. She threw her head back as her movements switched to a rapid rocking as she ground her clit against him. Her mouth was open, but she wasn’t making any sounds. Henry could no longer hold back and felt his cum surge up inside her. He glanced to his window blinds and was relieved to see they were closed because-

Sigrid’s wings snapped open, blindingly bright as she sighed and shook over his body. He released her breasts and pulled his arms over his eyes as he held them tightly closed. He grinned to himself. Sigrid was so refreshingly open and honest compared to Queen Mab and even Camila. He felt a little bad about comparing Mab and Camila but understood the significant difference between those two women was their intent. Camila always considered Henry’s happiness. Mab? She just wanted something in return. Always.

He felt Sigrid gently pulling his arms away from his eyes and blinked up at her. Her wings were away, and she was smiling down at him.

“What’s that smile for?” she asked.

“I was just thinking how nice it was to have such a visible sign that I’ve pleased you,” he said cheekily.

She gave him a fake look of outrage and gently pummeled his chest with her fists. He laughed and pulled her down to lie across his body. His lips found hers, and they enjoyed a sweet kiss.

Pulling back slightly, she smiled at him. “Obviously, you pleased me very much.”

“Good! I was very pleased as well,” he said with a chuckle.

“Speaking of being pleased, I’ve meant to ask you if you’ve experienced that pheromone burst again, like the time in the subway.”

“No- wait.” He thought about that. “I felt the start of it when I was squeezed in between you and Camila in the SUV this morning.”

“Ah, that’s why you moved to the front seat.”

“Yup.”

“So what we did tonight didn’t trigger it?” she asked curiously.

He realized that was the case. “Huh. It didn’t.” He shrugged with a frustrated frown. “It would be great to be able to speak with an expert on Satyr physiology. Other than Queen Mab, that is.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Sigrid eased off of Henry to lie on her side beside him, leaning her head against her palm so she could see his face.

“I’m sorry we can’t be more help with that,” Sigrid sighed.

He snorted. “I don’t expect you guys to have all the answers! You’ve been so amazing helping me through all the changes so far! The heat, I guess it’s just something Satyr’s experience once they mature to a certain age. I think I’m just a little delayed because Baba kept me as a human for most of the time. I’ll learn how to control it.”

Sigrid looked impressed and nodded to him.

“So… do you want to stay tonight?” he asked.

She smiled at him. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take a rain check on breakfast. I have some errands I need to run tomorrow morning which will be easier if I get an early start from my place.” She leaned in and gave him another kiss.

“Ok, rain check,” he purred when she pulled back.

Sigrid stood and gathered her clothes, taking them into the washroom.

Henry stood and switched to his human glamor. He tugged on a robe and was waiting for her when she came back out.

“Thank you for a delightful evening,” she said with a happy smile.

“I had an amazing time too. But next time, let’s not invite Mab and the Council members,” he quipped.

“Sounds like a plan!” she agreed with a smile.

He kissed her, and after a moment she patted his chest as she pulled back.

“Mmmm! See you on Monday! Have a good weekend!” she purred with joy glowing in her eyes.

“You too!”

She opened his door, and he watched her walking away. Damn, he could watch that all night. He waited until she got into the elevator with a smile and a wave.

As the elevator door closed, Michelle stepped out of her apartment with a glance in both directions. She spotted Henry, and he caught a look of concern crossing her face.

“Good evening, Michelle. Everything ok?”

“Good evening, Henry. Could- could I speak with you for a moment?”

He blinked at her and nodded. She locked her door and quickly walked to his and went inside as he stepped aside.

He locked up and followed her to the living room.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you about Council business, but it’s been bothering me,” she said with a trembling voice.

Henry had some idea what they might have said due to their visit at dinner. He’d let Michelle off the hook. “They think I have something to do with weird stuff happening in the world because of my link with the Fae’s spell.”

Michelle stared at him with wide, nervous eyes.

“They confronted me about it while I was out on a date with a friend tonight,” he explained.

“Oh! And?”

“Queen Mab crashed the date first, so she told them to back off.” He wasn’t going to tell her that Mab thought he might be messing with the healing spell when he was inebriated.

“Queen Mab!?! She’s still following you?” Michelle squeaked nervously.

“Yeah, she’s in town and thought it might be a good idea to drop by and tell me to take care not to injure myself because of how important I was to their global healing spell.” He sighed. “I get the feeling she’s not the type to give up.” He saw Michelle was feeling better. She’d stopped her compulsive hand-wringing. She had such lovely hands that it was almost painful to see them moving in distress. “You can go to work with a clear conscience and rest easy,” he told her with a gentle smile on his lips.

A surprised and relieved smile popped onto her face, and spontaneously she pulled him into a hug. Once he got past his surprise, he wrapped his arms around her as well.

She immediately pushed him back, so he released her and looked at her startled expression.

“Sorry!” she blurted, her face turning pink.

“Hey, no problem! No harm in a hug,” he grinned.

She flashed him a pretty smile then hesitantly moved to the front door. “I- I should get to work.”

He followed her and opened the door for her. “Thanks for thinking of me,” he said sincerely.

She paused, eyes watching his mouth, then she rushed off to the elevators with a quick wave.

Henry stepped inside and locked up as he shook his head with a smile. It was truly nice to have so many people looking out for him.

He was really glad tomorrow was Saturday. He’d promised himself that he was going to take the weekend off. No work.

He had to make some new lifestyle choices as free time gave him more opportunities to have a social life. He was only now realizing how much his life was missing this.

What was that phrase? All work and no play makes Henry a dull boy.

While a dull life had appeal compared to what he’d been through, Henry had no desire to be a dull boy.

After the fight in the alley, Mary had gone home to shower and change into clothes that weren’t destroyed. Then she rode her motorcycle north until she was riding along small country roads, sticking to the paved ones. She stuck to the speed limits while she rode as it was her mind that was racing.

She let her thoughts run in circles. It always came back to the same two things.

VRL and Henry Gable. They were at the center of all the weird shit that had happened to her recently.

She remembered finding the two flattened bullets the morning after her night with Henry. She now realized Jeff had tried to shoot her. Somehow, she was bulletproof? That would be useful for a cop if they let her go back to work. From the hints she’d received from friends on the inside, the brass was leaning in the other direction. The stink of corruption from her precinct was sticking to all the officers, guilty or not.

Knowing Jeff had tried to kill her cleared away the last doubts she had about him. He’d expected the bullet to pass through her to kill Henry too. No wonder Henry had looked so terrified that morning.

Her gut was standing by its assessment of Henry, but he did have answers to her questions. She would get them.

Foremost in her mind though, was the fact that she’d killed a woman. But she hadn’t been a woman when Mary killed her, right? Mary was probably going to have to turn herself in for that. She couldn’t see her future beyond that action.

She’d stayed overnight in a small roadside motel and went for breakfast in the connected diner this morning. She was only going through the motions as eating food didn’t seem so important anymore. Above and behind the counter, she saw the newscast on the TV mounted there. A reporter was talking about the police finding the missing body of the second half of the mob kid kidnap crew. Oletha Thanemark’s accomplice, Chantelle Gauthier, had been found. Her body had washed up on the shore next to a golf course off Upper Bay, a short distance from the marina.

Mary almost dropped her coffee mug when they displayed a photo of Chantelle. It was the woman she’d killed! She sat staring at the set wondering what the hell was going on! She knew where the woman died. She knew who’d been there at the time. The body was moved! As she watched the full story, she began to wonder if any of it was true. How wide did this conspiracy go? She looked around the restaurant, but no one paid any attention to her.