Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Marisa sighed. “Your new eyes are very perceptive. Henry was talking about something the Hidden Races Council has forbidden us to speak of.”

“Excuse me? These people can make it illegal to talk about stuff?” Sandy asked incredulously.

“Let’s have a seat in the lounge, and I’ll give you a rundown on the key players and the rules we live by.”

They moved into the sitting room, but Tish stopped in the doorway. “The windows aren’t covered. What if someone sees in?”

Henry glanced at the large windows and could see the driveway outside. “Marisa, stand in front of the window there. I’m going to go outside to see what I can see.” She moved to stand where he directed as he walked outside. From the driveway directly before the sitting room windows, he couldn’t see Marisa. He saw an empty room instead. He realized Walter must have added some kind of spell, enchantment, or whatever wielders called their magic, to the windows to hide the people inside. He went back inside to join the others, gently easing Tish into the room.

“The windows show the room, but no one inside is visible. Must be another spell,” he explained with a frown.

He took a seat on a couch and Tish moved to sit down next to him with a coy smile. She was watching Dayshia who was sitting on the chair across from them.

The ebony beauty frowned at Tish. She tossed a pillow to Henry. “At least cover that thing up.”

Tish pouted mischievously. “No fair you get x-ray vision too!”

Dayshia gave her an incredulous stare. “I don’t understand how you can be so calm about what happened to you! He made you into a Satyr! Then there are those people… what did you call them?” she asked looking at Henry.

“The Fae.”

“The Fae broke your back because they wanted something from Henry. He’s right! He dragged us into this crazy world of magic and monsters!”

Sandy bristled. “Dayshia! Don’t you dare blame Henry for the actions of those people! If they were civilized beings, they wouldn’t have resorted to such terrible acts! Henry is a good person! He doesn’t think like these Fae! He could never have known they were going to hurt us!” she growled.

Tish took up the argument. “I don’t blame Henry for my injuries. I agree with Sandy. He couldn’t have known. What matters to me is what he did after he found out! He healed my broken back! That’s impossible by everything I know about these kinds of injuries. The damage was too severe. As I laid in that hospital bed all day, the best outcome I could see in my future was a life being confined to a wheelchair. I’m a runner! That wasn’t the life I wanted, but it was the life forced upon me. I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am for being rescued from that!”

Dayshia held up her hands. “I accept that his ability to heal you was… above and beyond. But couldn’t he have left you- left all of us, as human?”

Henry’s shame deepened as he accepted her blame. He knew, in his heart, he deserved it. Suddenly Sandy’s hair reached across the room to wrap its silky locks around him in a hug. He picked up a distinct feeling of gratitude for bringing her to life. He felt Sandy’s joy as well. He lifted his eyes to look over at her.

“Kesini and I thank you for giving her life! I’m delighted to have my new friend!” Sandy exclaimed. She looked at Dayshia and Tish and grinned at them. “Kesini means one with beautiful hair.”

Tish held out a hand and a tendril of the blond hair wrapped around it. She smiled as she felt its affection. “Amazing!” she sighed. She caught Dayshia’s uneasy glance and gave her a gentle smile.

Dayshia huffed. “Aren’t you the least bit upset about how much you’ve been changed?” she insisted looking at her friends. Sandy just smiled and shook her head. She gently tugged on Kasini, and she released Henry to coil up on Sandy’s lap.

“Being a Satyr isn’t something I imagined for myself,” Tish snorted in amusement. “How could I have imagined this?” She shook her head in disbelief with eyes filled with wonder. “Magic is real! I’ve become a creature of magic! How fucking cool is that?!? And I feel incredible! Truthfully, how do you feel?”

Dayshia looked between her two friends with a conflicted expression. Finally, she sighed. “Ok, I feel good. My back doesn’t hurt from carrying these,” she gestured to her large breasts. “My feet don’t hurt either from carrying the rest. But I don’t look human! I’m not human! What about my plan to meet a nice young man and get married and have kids!”

Tish barked a laugh. “Since when did you have that plan?”

Dayshia gave her a haughty look. “I don’t tell you everything.”

Marisa smiled. “Let me take you through a few of the new rules you’ll need to be aware of.” She had their attention, so she began.

Henry sat back and watched his friends coming to grips with their new lives, and he had to admit they were taking it far better than he had. He was ready to accept their hatred of him for what he did but, aside from Dayshia, they were expressing no such negative emotions. Especially Tish. But then, she liked the idea of magic while he’d wanted to deny its existence. Still did, if he was honest with himself.

The conversation went on as the ladies asked questions and he learned a few things as well.

He started to worry about getting them glamors and introducing them to the Queen of the Fae- he froze, and Marisa caught his look.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Uh, we need to do something about their legal standing amongst the Hidden Races; the treaties between the Fae and them. I mean, I’m pretty sure Tish is going to be covered by mine but where do Sandy and Dayshia fit into the treaties? Which Hidden Race do they belong to?” he asked.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Marisa looked at the two women. “Good question. We need to bring in legal counsel. I’m going to call my mother to arrange for Mahati to come to speak to us,” she said as she popped to her feet to make the call in the next room.

“Who’s Mahati?” Dayshia asked.

“She’s VRL’s external lawyer,” Henry explained. “I understand she’s moving into the condo next to mine with her sister.” He saw their interested looks. “There’s something I should mention about the building. People from the Hidden Races inhabit all the odd-numbered floors. Only humans are allowed to own the units on the even numbered floors.”

“Are they going to demand I move out?” Sandy gasped.

Henry frowned. “I don’t know. I hope not. We can ask Mahati. I doubt this has ever happened before.”

Tish patted his leg to get his attention, and he was very conscious of her hand on his thigh.

“When do I get to meet the other Satyrs?” she asked.

Henry opened his mouth then closed it to take a swallow. “There aren’t any. Until last night, I was the only one. My… people were wiped out by angry mobs of humans millennia ago. My adoptive grandmother is a powerful witch. She somehow pulled me from the past the night my parents were murdered. She raised me in the present.”

“Why would she do that?” Dayshia asked.

Marisa shook her head as she walked back into the room. “That’s a question you never ask Baba Yaga. She had plans for Henry. She may still. It’s generally a good policy to avoid her at all costs.” She looked at Henry’s frown. “Sorry, but it’s true. She has agendas no one can fathom and powers no one can match.”

Henry hung his head and nodded. He knew it was true, but he couldn’t shake the bond he felt for the old woman.

Marisa gave him a sympathetic smile then looked to the others. “Let me just clarify something I was speaking of earlier before Tish woke. When I first met Stanley, I went by the name Paloma, and my glamor looked much different than it does now. I was a little shorter, raven-haired, and not quite as busty.” She grinned at Henry, and he blushed. She looked back at the attentive gaze of Henry’s friends.

“When I discovered he was a Satyr I- well, as a Succubus, I was intensely drawn to him, and we had unprotected sex, twice. I had no idea of his link to a new realm of Wild Magic nor was I expecting to be affected by it. As it was my first exposure to his Wild Magic and I received so much, it burned out my old glamor which was powered by the old realm of magic. It also changed me physically. For conduits, first exposure to Wild Magic seems to enhance our existing states. Because my physical changes were so dramatic, when I received my new glamor it incorporated those changes, and I looked nothing like my old self. Like Henry, I had to take on a new identity. I became Marisa, cousin of Paloma. I now have to call my mother Aunt in public. You can see how complicated it gets to maintain the secret.” The ladies nodded thoughtfully.

“That said, I just spoke with my mother. She’s going to meet us here tonight with Mahati and Roy, our head of Security. She’s going to ask Mahati to speak to Michelle Beaumont to get a copy of Henry’s Treaty. As Henry mentioned, it should cover Tish, but we will see what we can do for Sandy and Dayshia.”

He looked to Marisa. “Is Michelle going to join us here too?”

The lovely blonde blinked at him. “I don’t think so but she might.”