Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“STOP THAT!” Kallish’s voice boomed.

Tish felt the anger and fear from the mages as they prepared to complete their work.

“DO NOT CALL UPON THE MAGIC!” Kallish snapped.

Tish hadn’t been aware she was doing that but felt a thrill course through her to think she had.

“Prepare the image. We will bind the glamor now,” Kallish growled, but Tish could feel his fear. She could sense all of their fear.

Then the white-hot pain of the binding was the only thing filling her awareness. Marisa shunted some of the pain away, and Tish’s mind came back to her. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out.

“Now! The image, quickly! We cannot hold this much longer!” The mage’s voice showed the strain they faced. Tish pushed the image of herself onto the blank glamor, and the Fae sighed in relief as they fled her mind immediately.

Then it was just Tish and Marisa, who remained to pull her attention to the trigger for the glamor. Tish felt two, but Marisa indicated for her to leave the second one alone, for now.

They surfaced, and Tish opened her eyes to see Nate carrying Marisa away in his arms.

Camila smiled at her. “She’s sleeping.”

Tish saw the mages were also lying down in the grass in various states of consciousness. Some were looking at her with anger; others displayed revulsion and fear. None seemed happy. She looked back to Camila who was now holding up the mirror.

“Time for your glamor.”

Tish reached for the trigger in her mind, and when she opened her eyes again, she was looking at her face with her original human eyes. Her face had returned to her human appearance with thinner eyebrows and furless ears. Speaking of fur, she reached down to her thighs and felt skin. Lifting her head, Tish looked down as she wiggled her human toes. She touched her temples, but the horns were gone as well. She was back.

A sudden fear shot through her that it had been a dream, so she quickly reached for the trigger once more and flashed back into her Satyr form again. She sighed with relief to feel the fur under her fingertips.

Camila chuckled. “You seriously don’t mind that Henry changed you!”

Tish could only grin and shake her head as she switched back to her human disguise. Then she felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over her.

“Sleep. You did very well,” Camila said softly.

Smiling as the words warmed her heart, Tish drifted off. She really liked Marisa’s mom.

-=-

Queen Mab was broadly smiling as she approached Henry. Ikehorn was at her side, but his eyes locked on the large man the mages had used as a sink for the pain and strain they’d encountered in the dive. They’d shunted the stress and duress through to him. Henry also looked to the guard, at the blood on his trembling lips. The man’s entire body was vibrating slightly as his muscles remained locked in a rictus. Henry shared a glance with the smaller Fae.

Mab caught the look and gave Ikehorn a cruel smile. “Does it not please you to see your tormentor in this state?”

Ikehorn glanced at her then back to the brute. “It should… but it doesn’t. I would put him out of his misery,” he said softly, a troubled expression crossing his face.

Mab frowned. This wasn’t what she’d expected of him. Where was the razor sharp whip she used to keep her court in order? She gazed at him with an evaluating eye. “Maybe you’d like to heal him?” she asked, equally quiet.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Ikehorn looked at her in shock as his revulsion at the idea surged. “No!”

Mab’s cruel streak flared. It was such a delicious idea she needed to see it happen. “But I think you should!”

Ikehorn’s mouth was moving, but there was no sound. Plenty of emotions were crossing his face now as he visibly struggled with his need to deny this request. Desperation won out. “I don’t have the strength to repair such severe damage!” he gasped.

Mab smiled sweetly at him. “You healed worse on your own body after they played with you.” She delighted at the twitch that went through the Fae’s body as he recalled the torture. Henry gaped at her.

“Th-that left me depleted. I haven’t recovered my strength yet! I don’t have access to enough magic to do this!” he asserted, his inner conflict causing him to tremble.

Now Mab wanted it even more. She needed to see how Ikehorn healed others, but truthfully, she wanted the cruel pleasure it would bring her. She looked to Henry and an idea formed. “You healed Henry’s little Satyr friend with his assistance.” She looked to Henry. “You could do it again, couldn’t you Henry. Give us all a demonstration of how you help heal. Did you know Ikehorn had only a rudimentary level of magic ability before you interfered with him? He had to work so hard to compensate for this; I think that’s what made him such an effective enforcer. Now?” She tilted her head to gaze at Henry as she waited for his answer. She knew what it would be, of course.

He blinked in surprise at her and opened his mouth to speak.

“Are you asking for a favor from Henry?” Mahati asked from his side.

Mab’s eyes locked on the lawyer and rage flared behind them. “A simple thing-”

Showing no awareness of the Queen’s danger signs, Mahati continued. “Not for a non-wielder. It is a significant effort for Henry who doesn’t have your powerful wielder abilities.”

Queen Mab was trapped by her need to see Ikehorn heal the Ogre who nearly crippled him and her desire to preserve her three favors from Henry. Spending one of them on this seemed frivolous but… she couldn’t back down in front of these witnesses. The Queen finally nodded to Mahati to grant the point the other woman had won. She’d find some way to get back at the interfering bitch.

Mab was aware the young lawyer was a member of the Chandra family and knew how powerful the matriarch was. This one, however, wasn’t showing the proper degree of fear and respect. Mab could see these emotions reflected on the faces of Henry’s co-workers which made her feel a little better, but she wasn’t going to forget the impertinence of this one. She would pay for what Mab had just lost.

Mahati turned to Henry. “If you do this for the Queen, you will fulfill one of the three favors you owe her.”

Henry nodded gratefully to her and looked to Ikehorn who was watching him with wide eyes.

“Shall we make this man… better?”

-=-

Ikehorn was reliving his nightmare at the hands of Mab’s Ogres. He was being punished by Mab once more, but he’d lost track of what he’d done to deserve it this time. He’d disappointed her?

She wanted him to heal the monster that took such glee in beating him almost to death. The very idea made his skin crawl.

He tried to explain how it wasn’t possible but he could tell she wanted it. It was yet another sign of her diminished capacity that she allowed her desires to dominate.

When she brought the Satyr into the mix, Ikehorn thought he had an out, but once more Mab’s desire won out.

He looked at the determined expression on the Satyr’s face.

“Shall we make this man… better?”

Ikehorn barely suppressed sputtering incredulously in response. Make an Ogre better? Was the Satyr as simple-minded as their patient? They were brutes without the intelligence to know any better. Without a moral compass or compassion- Ikehorn froze as a thought occurred to him.

It was bold. It was daring.

It could very well be suicidal. The Queen would execute him if she discovered what he’d done… unless he took precautions.

Could he do this? He looked into Henry’s eyes and saw his awareness. Then he realized the man had phrased his question to guide Ikehorn’s thoughts to this.

He recalled being in the hospital room with Henry preparing to heal the female. The power being presented to him then, and the strength of the willpower backing it made him feel like a god at that moment. He’d felt like he had enough power to do anything!

Finally, he nodded to Henry and turned to Queen Mab.

“For safety sake, everyone should move back. To give us room to work and to avoid… spillover.” Ikehorn said with a slight quaver in his voice.

A smile slipped back onto the lips of the Queen. It didn’t fill him with warmth like it used to. The cruel glee was just a little too evident.

He moved stiffly to stand before the injured guard. He could feel his need to heal pulling at him, and he shuddered as he knew he was going to give in.

“Having some trouble?” Mab asked sweetly.

Ikehorn looked back at her and shook his head briefly. “No, my Queen.”

He looked to Henry and realized he’d stopped thinking of him as the Satyr. That shook him as well. “Are you ready?” he asked brusquely.

Henry nodded and closed his eyes.

Ikehorn looked into the fearful, almost mad eyes of the Ogre. “I’m going to heal you. I’ll take the pain away. I’m… going to make you better,” he explained, and some of the fear left the eyes. Confusion took its place. Ikehorn understood that it couldn’t conceive of receiving mercy from someone it had tortured. He held his hands out just above the surface of the Ogre’s body and passed them up and down. The damage was extensive. The shunted stress from the mages ripped through the muscles, nerves, and other soft tissues of their ‘sink’ leaving him to bleed to death internally, in absolute agony.

He glanced to Henry and was surprised to see the man surrounded by a thick, deep green aura. The room began to take on a green tinge as the illusion spell soaked in the healing spell’s magic as well.

“I can’t hold this for long. It’s harder to do inside this building,” Henry gasped, eyes tightly shut.

Eyes wide, Ikehorn nodded then closed them to concentrate. The amount of power Henry was holding was more than a little frightening. Ikehorn was grateful to know he wasn’t a wielder.

He held an image of a healed Ogre in prime health in his mind. Then he looked deeper. He bumped up his intelligence to match his own and more importantly he gave him a conscience, compassion, and caution. The last was his protection against Mab discovering the change. He held this ideal in his mind as he reached for Henry’s power and will. The flood almost overwhelmed him until Henry pulled back.

Wasting no more time he opened his eyes and placed his hands on the Ogre. The green flash was intense and violent.