Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Kesini lifted her gently and centered her on the bench. For anyone watching, it looked like Sandy was levitating. Camila made a mental note to speak to Sandy about how Kesini should behave.

“Shall we proceed with the final glamor binding?” Mab asked.

“We need a brief respite to recharge, my Queen,” Joren replied wearily.

She pouted but saw there was nothing for it. “Brief?”

“Certainly no more than thirty minutes.”

“You have twenty,” she said with finality. She wanted her third favor sewn up, and there was a party to host. Her other guests would begin to grow restless.

“Yes, my Queen,” he said and backed away with a bow. She returned to her chair under the umbrella beside the little table, and Joren returned to the mages. As a group, they dropped to the grass to meditate or sleep. The ones who had yet to participate looked at their colleagues with worried expressions. They kept glancing over at Tish then over to Henry who was back by the entrance of the room by a bench where Marisa was resting.

-=-

Henry knelt next to the beauty, holding her hand.

“I’m just tired. I’m not hurt,” Marisa said to him with a smile. She saw Nate’s concerned expression. “There’s no need for this much worry!” she insisted.

“You collapsed after you helped Sandy!” Henry said firmly.

“You’re exhausted!” Nate argued.

“Can’t Camila assist with Tish?” Henry asked.

Marisa shook her head. “My talent allows me deeper access. Just not so frequently without exhausting myself. I need to rest.”

“Do you need to feed?” Henry asked quietly.

She smiled at him. “Not here.”

He nodded, and she closed her eyes. He and Nate moved a short distance away to stand guard and let her rest.

“So… she can feed on you too?” Nate asked.

Henry glanced at Nate and noted his attempt to appear merely curious. Beneath that, Henry saw a little jealousy. Nate was more than a little taken with Marisa. Henry was determined to be an adult about this, so he just nodded. Nate sighed.

Mary came over. “This is the weirdest party I’ve ever attended,” she grumbled quietly.

Henry snorted as Nate chuckled and they shared smiles with her. Nate nodded emphatically. “I second that and I’ve been to some lame college parties.”

“Oh, it gets weirder,” Henry hinted. “Did you… feed?” he asked quietly. Mary raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. She tipped her head in the direction of Roy, though she finally snorted a little herself. “The big guy felt a little weird about doing it, but he fed me quite well.”

Nate was looking at her with evident curiosity. “Ok, you two, enough with the secrets. Fill me in!”

“Only if you tell me yours,” Mary replied with a look of challenge in her eye. Nate just grinned and nodded.

Mary leaned in, and Nate began to whisper in her ear, so Henry left them with Marisa to speak with Sigrid, Camila, Meixiu, and Roy. Mahati was chatting with the Council members.

Sigrid took his hand. Henry could see the worry on her face as well as Roy’s.

“Three favors?” she asked quietly.

“For three glamors,” Henry said with a nod and a smile that fooled no one.

“Any hints on what these favors will be?” Camila asked.

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Everyone took seats and tried to relax. They enjoyed the fresh air and gentle breeze in the grand illusion the Queen had prepared for them. Servants brought them drinks of purest spring water delicately infused with the subtle flavor of mountain flowers.

Not Henry’s favorite but it wet his dry mouth. He knew it was just nerves, but that knowledge gave him no comfort.

-=-

Lise-Anne was fuming. The council’s summoning to this event by Mab was insulting enough but to be tricked into acknowledging these… new additions, the post-Humans, as a protected adjunct to the Satyr’s treaty was making her skin crawl. She wished Rand was here as his support helped keep her anger in check.

She was also worried about his state of mind. Someone had murdered his cousin in Germany. Considering how tough the Dwarf race was, whoever bested Thane del Neev was a significant threat. She would ensure Rand had the council’s full support in locating and hunting down this killer.

Isaac Nils approached her with a professional smile on his face. As a trained diplomat, he was quite good at disguising his unease.

“Minister,” he began with a friendly nod, but his use of her title told Lise-Anne this wasn’t going to be small talk. She responded with the title for him as well.

“I suppose being on hand for the introduction of a new race falls under the duties I’m expected to do, but does it feel odd to you that the council has been asked to attend the party? Unless we are greeting additional representatives, I’m out of my element,” he asked quietly, his smile fixed in place.

Lise-Anne nodded slightly and shrugged. “It isn’t typical, but she is the Fae Queen and refusing her invitation would have had… consequences.”

Isaac nodded. “Do you think we’re looking at the only attendees for the party in this room?”

Lise-Anne frowned as she casually glanced around the chamber. It did seem odd for there to be so few people attending one of the Queen’s parties. They were usually extravagant affairs with a hundred or more guests. “Maybe the other guests are already here, in another room?”

Isaac nodded thoughtfully, but even the trained diplomat’s unease was beginning to show.

The Minister of Security glanced over towards the Queen and saw her watching them. She nodded to Mab with a smile but felt a chill run down her spine at the almost predatory smile she received in return. The Queen was planning something.

She wished Rand was here.

-=-

A short time later, Tish stood beside Marisa and looked at her sleeping friends with trepidation. “How… difficult is this?”

Marisa was pretty exhausted herself, her twenty-five-minute nap barely scratched the surface of her need, but she smiled at the tall brunette. “It’s different for everyone, but it is draining.”

Tish nodded then made herself comfortable on the bench. Her hooves extended past the end as she was much taller than the Fae who the furniture was designed for.

Joren and Russvenn were conferring with a third mage, giving him an update on what they’d found. Finally, this one walked over to speak to Marisa and Tish.

“I’m Kallish. We understand that the Satyr-”

“Henry,” Tish corrected.

The Fae paused to look at her and nodded. “Yes, Henry. He was… involved in the process of transforming you. There is some concern that the level of Wild Magic in you is elevated to dangerous levels. We’d prefer to do the initial insertion with the entire team. This may cause some additional discomfort due to the discordant frequencies of our magics.” He looked to Marisa. “It might not be safe for you to participate this time.”

Marisa stared him down. “She needs me. I’ll be there.”

Tish looked to Marisa with grateful tears in her eyes. They held hands as the Fae took their positions.

“The entire team?” Mab curiously asked as she approached.

Kallish bowed to her. “Yes, my Queen. There is a high probability that her level of Wild Magic will be high. We are just taking precautions for the initial test.”

Mab nodded. “Proceed.”

With another bow, Kallish took his position next to the bench.

“Deep breaths and relax,” Marisa said quietly to Tish who nodded and closed her eyes.

Tish immediately felt herself tensing up as a terrible grating vibration began. It quickly dissipated, and she opened her eyes to see all of the mages looking at her with various levels of concern.

“What’s wrong?” Mab asked.

Joren addressed the Queen. “It is as we expected. The Wild Magic is very strong in this one. Not as strong as the Sat- not as strong as it is in Henry but almost more than we can deal with.”

“Almost?” Mab asked in a tone that assured the mage that she wasn’t about to accept a negative response.

“Yes, we… could use a sink,” he suggested tentatively.

She looked at him until he began to sweat. Just before he broke, she nodded. She turned to face the entrance of the room and gestured for one of her guards to join them. The big man rushed over to stand next to the mage. He bowed to his Queen then Mab looked into his eyes and the guard’s muscles locked up. The Queen glanced at Joren. “Your sink.” The mage nodded gratefully to her and moved back to the other mages.

“What do they mean by sink?” Tish asked Marisa quietly, but the woman just shook her head with tension showing around her eyes.

“We will begin,” Kallish said.

Once more Tish felt the grating vibration drilling into her mind and gasped in pain. She felt Marisa’s calming presence settle in next to her and she clung to her as she listened to the soothing murmurs.

Allowing this to continue was becoming impossible when every instinct was screaming at her to push them out. It was only Marisa’s support that made her resist that impulse. The… noise? Sensation? The incompatibility of the mage’s presence in her mind increased the deeper they went until she thought she might fly apart. She could feel Marisa weakening as well, so she reached out to her and tried to give her strength. Energy flowed between them, and for a moment the dissonance eased as Marisa’s presence strengthened.