Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“What’s wrong?” Sigrid asked as she settled in on the other side.

“I’ve gotten used to having my mattress on the floor. Regular beds feel too high now but this one…”

She snorted softly and cuddled in against his side. He glanced down at her head on his chest and settled back and the pillow. This was definitely more comfortable than the couch downstairs, but his mind wasn’t ready to settle down yet.

He was going to find out tomorrow what the Queen wanted in return for the glamors, and he knew, whatever it was, he’d pay it for the sake of his friends.

He owed them that much.

It took two large SUV’s to carry all of the people accompanying Henry to the Queen’s Manhattan residence. They pulled into the underground parking and took the ramps to the lowest public level where a gate blocked the next ramp. A surly looking goon stood guard. Roy showed the card Henry handed to him and gestured to the truck following them. The guard returned the card with a nod and raised the gate for them to continue down. When they reached the lowest level, they found parking spots close to the elevator.

They got out and gathered in front of the trucks as they looked around. There were only a few other vehicles. Sandy, Tish, and Dayshia were wearing the hooded cloaks Meixiu gave them before they left the mansion for the ride here. Kesini kept slipping tendrils out of the hood only for Sandy to push them back in.

Mary had chosen to remain in her black jeans, a grey t-shirt, and black leather jacket. Meixiu was wearing a white silk dress that flowed as she moved. She looked especially luminescent next to Mary.

“Are there no other guests attending this party?” Camila asked.

Sigrid shrugged then moved to stand before the three ladies who’d be getting glamors, but she focused on Dayshia. “Are you seeing glamors?” Dayshia nodded. “Good. You want to stay that way until we leave. Do your best to maintain a poker face. The Fae wear glamors of great beauty, but often this hides less appealing features. The Queen especially. She’s ancient and exceptionally powerful.” She looked to the other two. “It’s best not to look too long or too closely at her if you can help it, regardless of being able to see through her glamor. The beauty of her glamor can be a little unsettling too. Demure glances are perfectly fine and expected.”

“Are we in any danger?” Dayshia asked.

Sigrid shook her head. “No. No more than if you were visiting the Queen of Denmark or England. Just show Queen Mab the same level of respect you would show them.”

“What about this Hidden Race Council? Are we in danger from them?” Mary asked. Nate nodded with a worried expression.

“No, leave them to me,” Mahati said confidently.

The group walked over to the elevator bank, and Roy pressed the button. Moments later the wide doors opened on one of the most luxurious elevators Henry had ever seen. Sandy gave him an exaggeratedly impressed look, drawing a smile from him. He nodded to her as the group boarded. The light on the button for level one pulsed, so they just settled in for the ride.

Dayshia sat on the plush bench with a regal air, and Tish snorted. Sandy giggled, but Henry could tell it was nerves. Far quicker than they expected, the elevator binged, and the doors opened. In the hallway, they faced four huge, fierce and rough looking men.

Roy stepped out first and let the first of the security men frisk him for weapons.

Sigrid stepped forward, and the big goon leered as he rubbed his hands together, stepping closer. Sigrid’s gaze promised death, and his leer dropped away quickly. He grunted in annoyance and pulled free a short club hanging on his hip.

He suddenly folded back in two, squealing in pain.

“That’s no way to greet our visitors.”

Queen Mab’s voice was pure honey and sex and drew every eye. The remaining security men carried their injured member away quickly.

“Henry! Welcome to my little home away from home!” Mab sighed as she came forward to lift her hand for Henry’s kiss. She only had eyes for him. He took her hand in his and pressed it to his lips, earning him a satisfied smile.

Finally, she looked to the others. “You’ve brought along your little friends. You have quite the posse now. Isn’t that the term in use at the moment? Posse?” She smiled at her cleverness. She looked to the three women in cloaks. “You may place those robes on the hooks.” She gestured towards the side of the corridor. “You can be assured of privacy and discretion within my castle.”

Dayshia, Sandy, and Tish took off the heavy cloaks, showing they were dressed uniformly in black silk dress shirts and black yoga pants, with black sandals for Dayshia and Sandy and black hooves for Tish. No longer hidden by the voluminous robes, Mab’s eyes widened in delight as she saw their distinct states. “What have you done?” she said with a smile, glancing at Henry.

He cleared his tight throat. “Queen Mab, may I introduce Sandy Marlow, Dayshia Morrison, and Patricia Evans.” He glanced at Mary. “And Mary Carsten.”

Mab gave Mary the briefest nod, but the other women received a thorough eyeballing until each felt a little uneasy. She was particularly taken with Tish. “Another Satyr! How remarkable! Planning on bringing your people back?” the Queen asked Henry with a coy smile. She missed the twinge of pain that flashed across Tish’s face, but Henry didn’t. He shook his head as he ground his teeth at her unknowing cruelty.

Mab shrugged and returned her attention to Mary.

Henry didn’t wait for Mab’s question. “Mary’s change doesn’t require a glamor, but she’s here to meet the Council members as well.”

Mab’s lips did a little downturn at the mention of her other guests. “Oh yes, they’re here too.”

“My friends from work, Camila Villamor, Marisa Villamor, Sigrid Gunderan, and Roy Duncan.” The Queen nodded regally to them.

“Meixiu, who was a slave of Walter Zhao but escaped to become our good friend and master of Zhao’s estate,” Henry said with a smile for the sweet woman who smiled in surprise at his words. Meixiu bowed deeply to the Queen who nodded to the Vampire with a slight smile on her lips. She also seemed to enjoy the karma at play there.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“This is my new friend Nathan Walker.” Nate was openly dazzled by the Queen, and she enjoyed that very much. She lifted her hand, and he moved forward to kiss it as Henry had. The Queen’s smile showed she appreciated this as well.

“Finally, may I introduce Mahati Chandra, my legal counsel,” he said as she bowed to the Queen.

“You brought a lawyer to the party?” The Queen’s eyes showed her displeasure.

“Again, to meet with you and the Council members. Business before pleasure?”

Mab’s eyes glowed slightly at the reminder of the evening’s main event. She was impatient but knew she couldn’t rush the spell’s timing. “Indeed. Come, the mages are ready for your friends.”

She led them down a hallway paneled with lovingly hand buffed exotic woods. She reached double doors guarded by two of the goons they’d met earlier. They opened the doors before Mab reached them, so she walked through without pause.

Henry tried to take it in stride that a room inside a house would have the sky as a ceiling and soft grass as a carpet. There was no sign of the outer walls as the illusion showed a distant horizon with a hint of mountains. The air was fresh, and smelled faintly of wildflowers. Another Fae illusion but master level. He remembered the room under Rockefeller Center where his life took such a dramatic change… at the hands of Queen Mab and Walter Zhao. He glanced back to his friends, and they were all stunned. He saw Mab’s amusement over their shock and awe. While that irritated him, calling her out on it wasn’t a smart move.

Ahead, he spotted the familiar faces of some Senior Council members who seemed to be waiting for them; Lise-Anne Hoek, Minister of Security, Clive Darrowess, Racial Affairs Minister, and Rand von Deussel, Council Investigator in charge of the Eastern United States.

He also spotted the Minister who looked like a hunky male version of Sigrid. Henry recalled this glamor hid a being with the head of a fish on a skinny scaled body. Isaac Nils, the Minister of Diplomatic Affairs.

None of the Council members looked pleased to be here. They were openly staring at the three ladies in confusion.

The only member of their group not frowning was Michelle Beaumont. She smiled at Henry.

Beyond the council members, standing in the lush glade next to an arrangement of chairs and cushioned benches, were the Fae mages. There had to be at least twenty-five of them. Most but not all of them were the same ones who’d given Henry his glamor. They watched him warily as they recalled the ordeal. Henry stumbled slightly as his memories of the night flashed through his mind. Mab was instantly at his elbow and guided him to the side where a small table and chairs under an umbrella had been set up. Mab took a chair and offered the second to him. She glanced up to see Mahati standing behind Henry at his shoulder.

“Henry and I have a matter to discuss… in private,” Mab stated firmly.

“A contract negotiation? As his lawyer, I would be negligent if I didn’t attend to look out for his interests,” Mahati said calmly.

The Queen’s eyes flared with anger.

“It’s my first negotiation. I would be grateful for being allowed Mahati’s counsel,” Henry blurted to forestall Mab’s backlash. Her eyes immediately went to his, and he saw he’d said something she liked as hers held only satisfaction now. Her emotional flip-flopping was making him feel very uneasy. She usually showed far more restraint than this. He wondered what it meant.

“Remember that gratitude,” she purred. Her eyes moved over to the three ladies. “I see we have three new glamors we need to link to… what, Humans?”

“Post-Humans I think is a more accurate term. Human Plus? Regardless, they aren’t strictly human anymore,” Henry explained.

“And how did this miraculous transformation occur?” Mab asked.

Henry glanced at Mahati who just nodded. He looked back at the Queen. “You’re aware my… essence is saturated with Wild Magic. They were exposed to sufficient amounts, and it changed them permanently and significantly.”

“Wild Magic changes Humans? Fascinating! Such variety too! How does that happen?” Mab leaned forward in interest and exposed a delightful amount of cleavage in the process.

Henry tugged his eyes away and caught her smile. “It’s chaotic and random.”

Mab’s eyebrows went up. “Random chance resulted in a Satyr?” she said, giving him a doubtful look.