Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Mab’s smile lit up her face as she heard his agreement. She stood and took his hands to pull him to his hooves. “Oh, what fun we’re going to have!” She began to pull him towards a set of ornate double doors at the far side of the room.

Henry glanced over his shoulder toward the elevator. “Shouldn’t we be joining the party- uh, orgy?”

“We will, my eager boy! But first, we’ll start in my chambers.”

His body was already beginning to react to her soft hands on his, the promise in her eyes, and the happy smile on her lips. But the reaction didn’t include the heat. “Th-that’s not going to trigger the pheromones,” he gasped as they entered the bedroom. His eyes went immediately to the bed. Tall and thick mahogany pillars rose from the four corners of the plush mattress. The sheets looked so inviting, only Mab’s purring drew his attention away from them.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“I don’t think I’ll have any trouble triggering the proper kind of reaction from you,” she said with a wicked grin. She drew Henry to the end of the bed and slid up against his body. She was rubbing her body against his, and that felt delicious.

While Mab had toned down her intensity to a level that made Henry almost forget the monster within, he realized he wasn’t totally at ease with her yet. He cleared his throat, and she looked into his eyes questioningly. “Is it too late to have a little of that Nectar?”

Her smile flashed across her face once more, and he wobbled a bit from its impact. She was so incredibly lovely. “Not at all,” she said.

He expected they’d return to the living room but Mab reached an arm back, and two small crystal glasses appeared in the palm of her hand in a slight flare of light. They each held a few swallows of the golden liquid.

“What shall we toast?” she asked as she handed him his glass.

He found himself sinking into her green eyes. “Uh, to a successful ceremony?” he said absently.

Her eyes glowed a little brighter as her smile widened. “That’s perfect!” She raised her glass to him then sipped as Henry did.

The Queen wasn’t wrong. Nectar was the most wonderous liquid he’d ever passed across his tongue, slid down his throat, or gifted to his stomach. His eyes closed involuntarily as his body trembled with joy. He opened his eyes to look at the glass and saw there was enough for a second swallow. The intensity of his sudden need to drink it made his head spin. He took some slow deep breaths and forced his body to relax. Gritting his teeth, he shook his head and passed the glass back to Mab.

“I’ve never seen anyone refuse the second sip,” she said, the pleasing sensation of surprise bringing a smile to her lips once more.

“You failed to mention exactly how good it was… but… I suppose words aren’t sufficient,” Henry said with a strained voice as he looked away from the glass. Another tremble went through his body, and he felt his muscles relax, just a little. A pleasant lassitude began spreading through his body. She’d also failed to mention its potency, or maybe she just didn’t understand his sensitivity to intoxicants. At least he wasn’t drunk this time, just relaxed.

Mab stretched her arm out again and, with another small flash, the glasses vanished.

“More and more you surprise me, and that is such a welcome sensation,” Mab purred as she returned to rubbing her body against his.

Now Henry’s libido woke up with a vengeance. With his momentary unease suppressed by the buzz of the potent Nectar, there was no holding back his desire. He moaned as the Queen’s svelte form ground against his body and his kilt began to rise in the front.

“Mmmm! That feels promising! See, I told you this would work out,” Mab said with satisfaction dripping from her words.

“You feel amazing, but this won’t trigger the pheromones,” he sighed.

Mab raised an eyebrow as her hand slipped under his kilt to take a grip on his heavy cock.

“Fuuuuck!” Henry moaned as Mab’s fingers wrapped around the hot flesh and squeezed.

“Are you sure-mmmph!” Mab squeaked when Henry’s mouth found hers as he pulled her against him in his strong arms. When he lifted her off her toes and spun her around, her eyes widened in surprise. Then she was on her back on the bed, and he was pressing his hard body down on hers. The pressure between her legs felt delicious. His kiss was a little raw, but his need fanned her passion, and she gave in to it for the moment. It’d been a long time since she’d felt this.

Henry couldn’t get enough of her lips and her talented tongue. She felt soft and hot under his body, and he began to rock his pelvis in circles over hers.

“Oh! Yes! Henry! That’s good!” she sighed as she pulled back from his mouth. She inhaled his scent and, while he smelled pleasantly warm and masculine, a tiny frown appeared between her brows. She couldn’t detect the pheromones yet. Her previous Satyr lovers would have been flooding the room by now ensuring her receptiveness. She was eager to continue, but she needed his heat for her plans. She suddenly gasped as the hard ridge of his cock strummed across her clit. Fuck! He could make her cum without the stimulation of his pheromones!

“What’s wrong Henry? Why aren’t you expressing your heat?” she softly asked as she kissed his cheeks while undulating under him, trembling from the shots of pleasure coursing through her.

He slowly blinked as he was so fucking turned on. He found Mab’s eyes with his, and he was falling into their green depths once more. “Doesn’t happen one on one,” he sighed as he caressed her lips.

She suddenly realized he wasn’t trying to be difficult. It honestly wasn’t going to happen! It had to! It was a crucial element in the spell. All her preparations would be for naught. She’d made a critical mistake, an assumption based on her previous experiences with Satyrs. Henry was proving once again to be an exception to the rule, and that would derail everything!

She had to think quickly. Henry said it wouldn’t work one on one. She could call for some servants, but that had been disastrous in Ireland. She glanced over to a door at the side of the room. Her pet’s antechamber. She could use them, but they might prove to be difficult to control with Henry added to the mix. She only had them trained for herself. She glanced at the clock as she felt another twinge go through her body. She couldn’t delay. It needed to happen tonight. She had too much riding on this. That gave her an idea.

“Henry, I need to be on top,” she whispered, and he rolled them over, his big hands going to her ass to drag her against the hard ridge of his cock. She allowed herself a moment to enjoy that then she gestured to the door. It unlocked and slowly swung open.

Curious crooning came from inside then two faces looked out the doorway. They sought the Queen then noticed she wasn’t alone. They hissed and rushed the bed.

Mab made a sharp sound, and the two females froze instantly, looking to her in fear. Henry came out of his fog of desire in a flash due to the shock of seeing the two Succubi. He also recalled his time with Mab when her servants displeased her. That thought was a splash of cold water on his libido.

While his exposure to the race was somewhat limited, these two Succubi were distinctly different from Camila and Marisa, and he couldn’t look away. They were remarkably identical from their five-foot eight-inch height, their svelte, hard muscled bodies, and their gleaming and hairless red-orange skin, including their scalps. The only extra padding they had appeared to be concentrated on their tits and asses which he supposed were a Succubi’s tools of the trade. From their foreheads sprouted seven-inch red horns, curving back to deadly points. Their ears pointed upwards as well, and their large eyes were completely black and almond shaped. Slim noses were above full lips which were currently slightly open as they panted softly in their excitement/fear, showing their gleaming white teeth and not so insignificant fangs.

Henry managed to pull his eyes from them to look to Mab in question.

The Queen smiled at him. “Do you like my twins? I managed to save them from being murdered by their mother when they were born. They are quite affectionate.”

Henry was off balance once more with this latest development. He felt his desire cooling further, and Mab frowned when she sensed him softening. She sat up to straddle his body then made another sound, and the twins looked at her in surprise then back to Henry. They moved to the sides of the bed and climbed up to stretch out on either side of him. Timidly, they looked up to Mab for confirmation and received a nod.

Henry carefully watched as they moved their faces closer to his. He couldn’t tell where specifically they were looking as their eyes had no pupils, being completely black. They leaned in and sniffed his skin; one made a pleased sound as the other gently licked his cheek with the tip of her tongue. Henry’s eyebrows went up as the licking one purred to her sister who also took a lick. Then the first one slid her mouth over his in a caress. That sent sparks through his body and parts that were falling asleep woke once more. He felt Mab enjoying this new firmness as her hips began to rock and grind again. Then he had no brain cells left to acknowledge the Queen as the Succubus’ caressing kiss deepened and her tongue was doing some… intensely sensual wrestling with his own. Her plump, soft lips locked on his, and that was pure heaven. She began to make little needful mew noises, and Henry reached maximum rigidity. He heard Mab’s purrs and her breathing began to sound like she was panting as well.