Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“I know. Not every discovery I’ve made about my new state of being has been welcome news,” Nate sighed.

“The same for me. Almost none of it was welcome,” Henry said. They were both quiet for a bit.

Nate suddenly grinned. “Listen to us pathetic losers! Boohoo! We’re magic-infused miracles, surrounded by sexy, beautiful ladies who seem to be earnest in their desire for us to be happy!” Henry snorted in surprise and couldn’t stop the smile from slipping onto his lips. Nate nodded to him. “That’s better! Take it as it comes and make the best of every situation, I’ve always said!” he finished with a bark of laughter.

“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” Henry said, quoting his favorite movie but imitating Bogart poorly.

Nate gave a pained groan as he grimaced playfully. “Buddy, you’ve got to work on your impressions.”

Henry shrugged with a grin. He liked being a buddy.

“Give me your cell number, and I’ll give you mine. When you’ve spoken with your friends about it we can make arrangements to meet at a club,” Nate suggested pulling his new cell phone out.

Henry saw it was the same model as his. “Hey, good choice,” he said gesturing with his phone.

Nate nodded, and they swapped numbers. “Hey, listen, I know you’re an important CIO and all, so I’ll get out of your hair for now but give me a call if you want to hang out or just want to talk, ok?”

“Will do! Thanks!” Henry said. He stood and shook Nate’s hand.

Nate moved to the door and opened it. He looked back at Henry with a mischievous grin. “Succubus,” he said quietly, and the ceiling speaker squealed. He winced and laughed at Henry’s flinch.

Shaking his head, Henry sat back down at his desk once Nate was gone. He tried to get his head back into the code spelunking, but he kept grinning as his thoughts returned to how much fun it would to have Nate as a friend.

That made him think of his human friends and his smile slowly faded. He pressed the intercom.

“Yes, Mr. Gable?”

“Could you come in here please?” he asked. When Marisa appeared in the doorway, he pointed to the door jamb questioningly, and she understood. She activated the privacy rune, stepped inside, and closed the door.

“Nate told me that he’s going to live a long time. He said that I might too,” he began, holding her eyes with his.

“It’s a possibility. We don’t know the lifespan of a Satyr,” she said gently.

“What about Sandy? Could I have altered her lifespan with the Wild Magic?” he asked nervously.

Marisa shook her head. “I seriously doubt it. She doesn’t have a powerful magic scent which would indicate a strong feed linkage. I’m surprised that her hair hasn’t gone back to normal already. This proves she’s connected but just enough to maintain the minimal level of animation for her hair.” She gave him a serious look. “You must prevent further exposure to additional Wild Magic.”

Henry nodded vigorously. Having seen what happened with just a small drop, the thought of what would happen to Sandy with a larger sample terrified him.

“How are you feeling?” Marisa asked.

He saw she was giving him a concerned look. “I’m feeling fine. Back to normal. Well, as normal as I get,” he said with a smile. He was glad to see her smile return.

“Are you and Nate going to hang out together?” she asked.

He nodded. “I think so. He has a large group of friends, and they go dancing a lot. I’m going to ask Sandy and her group to come along. Maybe you and Siobhan could join us?”

“I’d love to go dancing with you!” Marisa said. “Let me know when you plan to go.”

Henry’s PC pinged at him with an instant message from Eve Summerly from Accounting. He was working on the automation of some reports for her and he needed to get back to it. He gave Marisa an apologetic smile, and she nodded and stood.

“I’ll let you get back to it,” she said with a smile.

“Thanks, Marisa!” he replied, returning her smile.

He sighed and read the message from Eve. The smile remained on his lips. He really did love his job.

He just hoped the craziness in his life that distracted him from this stuff would finally settle down or better yet, leave him alone.

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Before she headed home, Marisa reminded him of his 5 PM meeting. He thanked her and made a quick note in the code… and a tweak here… before putting a bookmark in the file he was reviewing. He’d pick up from there in the morning.

He locked up and walked down the hall into Camila’s waiting room. Henry found it odd that Felix wasn’t at his desk. He was always in before Camila and left only after she did. Still, Henry had a 5 PM meeting which he was not going to be… he glanced at his phone. SHIT! He was a minute late!

He knocked quickly then pushed inside. “Sorry I’m late-”

The first thing that hit him was a wave of pheromones. He was almost instantly hard and stumbled a step or two into the room. What he saw shocked him completely!Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Camila was pushed over the front of her desk, her dress in tatters, as a dark-haired naked man fucked her from behind. He was pulling at her hair violently and slapping her reddened ass. A second naked person, a red-haired woman, was doing her best to swallow the man’s tongue as she frantically ground herself against the man’s hip. She was also slapping Camila’s other ass cheek cruelly.

Henry didn’t hear the usual moans and groans from Camila. She was screaming and crying, but the couple paid her no heed. She bent her head around to look at him, and he saw tears running down her face.

“HENRY! GET HELP!” she cried as she slapped something on her desk. His ears popped with a sudden change in air pressure.

He staggered back as the two rapists turned to look at him with crazed looks in their eyes. Bouncing off the door jamb, Henry spun and raced down the hall. He heard the soft thump of feet hitting the carpet behind him.

“HELP!” he yelled and almost instantly the two security staff from the elevator lobby were racing towards him.

“Drop!” one yelled, and he instantly threw himself down to sprawl out on the floor as the two leapt over him. He heard a gun go off and a deep growl then the sound of impacts. Silence followed. Henry turned and saw the guards zip tying the unconscious naked couple. He tried to stand to run back to Camila, but a hand caught his shoulder. He looked up into Roy’s concerned face.

“Camila-” Henry began, but Roy stopped him.

“Lad, I need you to go downstairs and wait for me in the lobby.”

“But-”

“She called me upstairs. I’ll deal with this. Please, Henry. Wait for me downstairs. Don’t say anything to anyone. I’ll take your statement of what you saw shortly.”

He looked at the big redhead and nodded slowly. “Sure, ok. I’ll be there.” Roy helped him to his feet, and he walked to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. He wobbled over to the guest chairs and dropped into one. His mind was spinning. Camila? Raped?!? It made no sense! She was a Succubus! He closed his eyes and tried to settle his thoughts.

He didn’t see the woman who entered the building and headed straight for him.

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Roy watched Henry leave and sighed. He didn’t like doing it, but it was best for the lad not to know, yet.

He nodded to his men and noted one was sporting a bullet wound on his arm. It looked like a through and through. “Get some pictures of that and find the slug.” He walked past and found Camila sitting on her couch with a blanket wrapped around her. Conscious of the camera recording his words and movements he knelt at her feet. “We’ve caught the two rapists. How are you?”

“I was RAPED! How do you think I feel!” she screamed, as she held his eyes. She nodded almost imperceptibly.

“I’m going to call the police-”

“Wait! Wait… just wait.” Camila gasped.

Roy picked up the lingering scent of her pheromones. The vents were going full speed now, but she must have pushed hard to create enough to saturate the large room with enough to break past the agent’s natural inhibitions to get them to a state of raw impulse. She must be exhausted.

Camila sighed. “They were NSA. We need to call the Director. He needs to deal with this. I don’t want this all over the news, and I don’t need my reputation sullied either.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“YES!” she snapped.

Roy stood and frowned. He looked towards her desk. “I’m taking the meeting recording for your protection.”

She nodded, and he walked to the desk and entered a code on the keyboard to stop the cameras. He confirmed it had saved and saw the recording was complete. “Ok, we’re clear.”

She finally relaxed. “Good! How’s Henry?” She wasn’t faking the bruises, scratches, and exhaustion but the victim attitude had been an act.

“Really shaken. I’ve asked Henry to wait for me down in the lobby,” Roy said.

Camila looked at him in surprise. “The lobby? Why not in your office?”

“The lad’s too bright, and there are too many screens linked to cameras in there. We need to explain this to him carefully, not have him stumble upon it and get the wrong idea. By the way, one of mine was shot through the arm.”

“Did you get pictures before he healed himself?” Roy nodded. “I’m going to make the call,” Camila said moving to her desk. Roy remained in the office but stayed quiet as she navigated her way through the gauntlet of assistants until she was speaking to Director Yosman directly.

“Ms. Villamor, this had better be damn important as I was about to speak with the President,” the man barked.

“Your agents, Kaiba and Sparling came to visit me this afternoon. They made some bold accusations about my company, myself, one of my employees, and then they began with threats. They became physically abusive and finally raped me.”

“That’s preposterous! There is no way in hell these agents would have done such a thing! I don’t know what game you’re playing.”