Crazy Seduction(erotica)

His life signs began to fade, so she was forced to shock him. It worked but… the dagger. She scowled as she looked at Henry. He had answers, but they were forbidden to her.

She went to his monitoring station’s console and set the sedative to a slightly lower volume but started his treatment again. She watched his brainwaves move from the regular sleep patterns into a deeper state. She wouldn’t allow him to slip as deep as before. With a final glare at the mystery man, she tucked the dagger into her jacket and slipped out into the hall, locking the door behind her.

She had plans for the ancient weapon.

-=-

Tish unpacked her suitcase into the bureau in Kristin’s guest room. She knew she’d be repacking in two days when she went to Steph’s home. Her sisters had set up a schedule of who she’d be staying with over the week. With four sisters and two brothers, she had too many family members to fit into the week, but they tried. Each wanted to have a party at their home to celebrate the miracle of Tish’s pregnancy, but Tish wasn’t sure she could endure that much. Kristin’s party completely wore her out.

When she arrived at Kristin’s house, her sister almost passed out when she saw the baby bump. Then the shrieks of joy began. As the rest of the family showed up, the explosions of shock and joy continued. As she’d told Henry, she gave them minimal information about the how of her pregnancy and instead fielded many questions about Henry. Her sisters exploded into more shrieks as she finally showed them a photo of the two of them together. Steph grabbed the cell and skipped ahead to see a picture Tish had snuck of Henry’s naked Human body from behind. That produced screams the neighbors were sure to hear. Tish was relieved she’d kept her promise to never keep photos of their true selves.

It was an emotionally charged day.

She’d missed her family and promised herself she would take more time to visit them more often. She wasn’t sure how this was going to work when she had a Faun child. Regular Hidden Races people didn’t have Human relatives they had to keep secrets from. She couldn’t put them at risk.

She sat on the edge of the bed and thought about how sweet Henry had been when he’d told her about his worries and his joy at being a father. She felt a warmth enveloping her, and she flopped back on the mattress with a smile as she could feel Henry’s strong arms around her. She looked up and saw the ceiling spinning. She was more tired than she thought.

Lips caressed hers as she felt Henry’s strong Satyr arms wrapping around her once more.

She lifted her hands to rest them on his chest as her body filled with warmth and his energy. Her exhaustion caught up to her, and with Henry’s love filling her mind, she fully relaxed and felt lips kiss her belly.

A sweet smile surfaced as she finally fell asleep.

-=-

Kesini was restless, and that wasn’t letting Sandy fall asleep either. The truth was, sleeping in her childhood bed felt weird. It was almost like she’d never traveled to New York to make a life for herself, never got a job at the hospital, never inherited the condo from her grandmother, and never met Stanley then Henry. Kesini hugged her, which helped dispel those unhappy thoughts, but she still missed Henry.

Showing up in town and seeing how little everything had changed had shaken her. It really felt like a bubble in time. Her parents looked older, and the house looked a little more worn down as her father wasn’t able to maintain it as well.

Kesini was on her best behavior and gave absolutely no sign of her presence. This helped Sandy relax.

There was some kind of high school gymnastics competition underway, which had drawn in parents and students from all over the county. The hotels were booked, so Sandy had no choice but to stay in her old bedroom with her folks.

She met the neighbors and her parent’s friends, and they, too, just looked a little older. At dinner that night, they talked about the same things Sandy had heard when she lived there. Needing to shake that feeling, Sandy talked about her life in New York, minus all the magic stuff. They listened, enthralled, but none were eager to experience it first-hand.

They talked about the serial killer with fear in their eyes, and her parents showed extra concern for their daughter, but she deflected with questions about her brother. Apparently, her parents hadn’t heard anything from him either.

Sandy’s thoughts returned to how stagnant this town felt to her and how much she missed her new home and Henry in particular. She struggled to keep her tears at bay, but she was losing that fight as she was so tired from the trip.

She sucked in a sudden breath when she felt large hands gently touch her face, thumbs brushing away her tears. It was Henry!

Kesini swept forward, but there was no one there to hug. She was confused until she felt Henry’s strong hands slide back through her hair to massage her scalp and the back of her head. Kesini trembled and settled to the bed as Sandy sighed happily. When she felt his lips gently kiss hers, and a flush of energy rushed through her, she fully relaxed, and Kesini curled up beside her.

That’s how sleep found them.

-=-

Dayshia was pacing in her sister’s guest room. This motion matched how her brain went round and round, struggling with her inability to deal with how she felt about Henry, currently the only man in her life.

This always happened when she spent time with her sister and her wonderful husband. They were a perfect couple, in her mind at least. They loved, respected, and supported each other even if they didn’t always see eye to eye on all things.

Dayshia screwed up all her relationships. There was always something she’d identify as a deal-breaker. Her inability to compromise on even the smallest of issues inevitably meant she’d break up.

Henry’s issues were the largest of all. He wasn’t human. He was a creature of magic. He’d turned her into one too. He upended her entire life without so much as a may I.

Then there was the fact that he had many lovers. She despised players but putting him in that category felt wrong, too.

Yet for all that, she was intensely attracted to him and thought he was one of the sweetest men she’d ever met.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

He made her so confused! The fact that he didn’t match her ideal mate in so many ways made her begin to doubt what her ideal was.

She wished she could talk with him about it, but she was terrified of the change that might bring.

Dayshia dropped herself onto the edge of the bed and put her face in her hands.

She squeaked when she felt the pressure of large hands resting on her knees. She felt the warmth and energy from Henry seeping into her body.

Glancing quickly to confirm she’d locked the bedroom door, she dropped her glamor and let her eyes scan through a range of frequencies. Nothing.

Then she thought about how Henry might be here only as energy, so she concentrated on picturing that in her mind as she closed and slowly opened her eyes again. She felt her energy levels draining as she projected a black light from her eyes, which caused an outline of him to appear, as he knelt before her in his Satyr form. He moved to sit next to her and took her hand in his. The effort to see him this way lessened as he began to feed her more energy through his touch.

“Henry? Are you okay?” She knew he didn’t travel out of his body willfully. His jaw appeared to move, but she heard nothing. She saw him pause then wobble his hand side to side in the so-so gesture. Speaking with him didn’t appear to be possible.

“Where are you?” she asked.

His hand moved up to bump himself on his forehead. What did that mean? Then he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. Tingles shot through her body. He held her hand against his cheek, and his warmth and magic filled her.

“Oh! I miss you, too!” she gasped.

The doorknob rattled, and Dayshia snapped her glamor back in place.

“Dayshia? Are you okay in there?” her sister Beth asked from the other side of the door.

“Yes!” she said and felt Henry slip away. She got to her feet and opened her door. Beth glanced in the room and saw her sister’s cell on the dresser. She looked at Dayshia.

“Who’s Henry?”

Dayshia frowned at her big sister. “You still listening at your little sister’s door?”

“I was just passing by this time. Besides, you were always the wild one. The one I had to keep tabs on for daddy. Now, don’t you go changing the topic. Who’s Henry?” Beth said with her hands on her hips.

Dayshia pouted and huffed. “He’s… he’s a friend.”

Beth’s eyebrow went up. “A friend you miss that much,” she said, nodding downward towards Dayshia’s generous bosom, where a certain excited stiffness was displayed against her nightie.

The younger sister wrapped her arms in front of her. “Rude!”

“You’re the one getting hot and bothered in my guest room. Where is he?” Beth said.

Dayshia scowled at her sister. “He’s obviously not here! He’s back in Jersey City. He has a condo in my new building.”

“Is he another of your bad boys?” Beth asked wearily, and Dayshia burst into laughter at the thought of Henry being thought of that way.

Beth watched her sister in surprise.

When Dayshia managed to calm her laughter, she smiled at her sister’s burning curiosity. “No. Henry is the opposite of a bad boy. He’s a tech nerd. He’s the CIO of an investment house. He’s all about computers, networks, and tech.”

Beth’s face lit up with a smile. “A CIO with an investment house? That’s quite the departure for you!”

Dayshia’s earlier troubled thoughts intruded. Henry really was a change in direction for her. She couldn’t keep that doubt from her face, and her observant sister caught it.

“What’s wrong? Is he married? A cross-dresser? Abusive? A Serial Killer?”

Dayshia scowled at Beth. “No! He’s a sweet, kind man.”

Beth looked once more to her little sister’s cell phone. “You have a picture of this prince among men?”