Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“Maybe the Wild Magic falling from the sky is interfering?” Camila suggested.

“We’re heading back to VRL. Can you meet us there?” Sigrid asked.

“Sure, I’ll bring Lorelei,” Camila said briskly.

“Be careful out there,” Sigrid said and hung up. She frowned as a suspicion pricked at the back of her mind. Why had Camila drawn her blinds? Her condo had protective glass.

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Camila called for her car to be ready, then turned to the lovely brunette in her bed. “We need to get going. We’ll pick up my daughter Marisa on the way.”

Lorelei’s head was still gently spinning as she came down from the heights of passion. The exotic creature in bed with her knew things about sex she’d never imagined. Camila’s black and red skin gleamed in the dim light and picked up the glow of the green light falling past the window.

She certainly hadn’t expected to have sex with Camila when she accepted her offer to stay in her guest room. Tonight, they’d both needed the distraction as they waited for news on Roy’s battle with his rival, as Lorelei understood it. She’d been more concerned about Henry. Camila let her listen in on the call, so she now knew Henry was on his way back! She thought this was good news, but Camila appeared worried about his unconscious state.

She slipped out of bed and steadied herself against it for a moment as her body tingled madly. Being with Camila had been intense and wonderful, but now all her body wanted was sleep. There was no time for that, so she pushed herself off the bed and hustled to the guest room.

Her host had been right when she said the light was good in her condo. Lorelei had her easel and paint supplies with her and had been inspired by the new location. She had a new painting almost complete and knew how lovely it would look above Camila’s mantle.

After a quick refreshing in the ensuite bathroom, she put on fresh panties and a bra, then her deep blue long-sleeved yoga top and tights, and finally a loose black knit sweater over top. It went down to mid-thigh, so it was almost a dress.

She met Camila by the front door and pulled on her sneakers to follow the woman out. The tall raven-haired beauty looked amazingly fresh and energized in a black dress with a large red orchid print and matching red heels. There was plenty of cleavage on display, and they shared a smile.

They went down to the garage of her building and got into a large SUV. Lorelei noted the driver didn’t even look over his shoulder to look at them. He drove them up onto the street and headed downtown. They stared out the windows at the swirling green light. They saw people walking around in it without concern while others were panicking. Camila’s cell immediately rang, and she gave it a worried look as she answered.

“Hello, Nuru-” Camila began.

“Camila! Something terrible has happened!” the head of the Succubi Association cried over the phone.

“What’s happened?”

“Our glamors! They’re gone! We were outside in the park across the road from our hotel, enjoying nature, when the green light fell from the sky. My attendants and I were caught in what looked like a waterfall, and suddenly we were exposed. Our glamors dissolved, and we cannot reactivate them. They’re gone! The scent of the light matched yours, so I am calling you. You must help us!”

“Of course! Where are you now?” Camila asked, a feeling of dread in her stomach. This was what they feared might happen.

“We stole a tarp covering a sidewalk vendor’s cart and snuck back into our hotel in the chaos. We’re in our room, but we’re trapped here. There are no cloaks in this hotel!” the woman gasped.

“Give me a second,” Camila said to Nuru, then addressed the man behind the wheel. “Driver, how many cloaks do we have in the truck?”

“There are six under the rear bench seats,” he said in a flat, emotionless voice. Lorelei frowned as she felt a little put off by his attitude.

“Give me the name of the hotel and your room number. I’m coming to collect you. I have cloaks and will bring you to VRL. We’re setting up an emergency base of operations there.”

“Thank you, Camila! It’s the Ritz Carleton, Central Park, Room 1705.”

“We’re on our way,” Camila said and hung up. “Driver, take us to the Ritz Carleton, Central Park.” The man nodded and turned the truck.

She dialed another number. “Marisa? We’re going to be a little late. I need to pick up Nuru and her attendants. They’ve experienced a problem with their glamors. See you soon.”

Camila gave Lorelei a bleak look. “This looks really bad.”

Lorelei took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

The SUV pulled up in front of the hotel and parked in the drop off zone. The driver jumped out of the car into a green current of light. He closed his door, took two steps, then froze and fell over with a thud. Someone on the opposite sidewalk screamed and ran. Camila looked out the window at the clay statue of her driver.

“Dammit!”

“Oh my god! What happened to him?” Lorelei gasped, trying to see past Camila. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the man-shaped blob of reddish clay that was beginning to sag.

“He was a Golem. An artificial man, made of clay, disguised by a glamor, and powered by Fae magic. The Wild Magic in the light is undoing the spells the Fae made.” She looked to Lorelei. “I have to get Nuru. Wait here.”

Camila reached under the bench seat and pulled out three plastic-wrapped bundles. Then she slipped from the truck and rushed into the hotel’s front doors.

Lorelei watched the people panicking and running here and there. Her nerves were becoming frayed. She shrieked when someone opened the driver’s door and jumped behind the wheel. She quickly sang to the would-be carjacker. He jumped out and ran into traffic. She watched in horror as the man cartwheeled over a speeding taxi.

When the man staggered back to his feet and hobbled the rest of the way across the street to disappear into the darkness, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The panic outside increased.

An older woman rushed past on the sidewalk, chased by a group of angry men. They caught her a short distance ahead. Punches were thrown, and the woman went down.

“Stop!” Lorelei shouted as she jumped from the car. She felt the flow of the light swirling around her. It felt like the uncontrolled current of a raging river, and she clung to the SUV’s door to keep from being swept away.

One of the men yelled back at her. “You shut the fuck up! She’s a fucking monster!”

Seeing the desperate look in the fallen woman’s eyes, Lorelei sang to them to be calm. The sound was unexpectedly amplified by the swirling green light and carried across the street, into the park, and off into the distance. Everyone in earshot paused and looked for the source of the beautiful music. The group closest to her were staring at her with gentle smiles on their faces.

Shaken by the strength of the sound, Lorelei sang once more, a gentle song of returning home. People began to walk away, so she let the tune fade.

The woman struggled to her feet. “Are you all right?” Lorelei called out to her. The bruised and bloodied woman blinked, coming out of her trance to look at the younger woman clinging to the car door.

Lorelei finally got a good look at her. Definitely not human. Ancient. Pale skin with an olive green tint and pointed ears… long pointed ears. She thought of the cloaks in the car and how the woman could probably use one. “I have a cloak.”

The woman’s eyes lit up, literally, but it was a faint glow that quickly faded as she moved closer to Lorelei.

“What are you, girl?” she asked with a gravelly voice.

“Rude,” Lorelei admonished.

The woman snorted. “No more than putting someone into a trance with a song. I’m Investigator Kashellion of the Fae High Court.” She looked down at herself with a sad frown. “But it seems my magic is gone.”

Making a snap decision, Lorelei gestured for the woman to get in the front passenger seat of the SUV. Then she moved to get back inside herself. The green light suddenly wrapped around her, and she almost lost her grip on the door.

“Lorelei!”

She froze as she heard a familiar voice. “Henry?” She looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“The song. Calm and soothing. More! Stronger!” The voice was coming from the light!

She looked to the old woman watching her in the rear-view mirror as she rested back against the seat. “Can you hear him?” Lorelei asked and received a shake of the head.

“Please!”

Lorelei heard his plea and began to sing a song to make listeners calm, relaxed, and soothed. She increased her volume and let it flow from her to the green sea surrounding her. She felt Henry’s focus on her, and a little hope slipped into her song as well. His joy and affection seeped into her, and she almost let go of the door to join him in the light. A wave of it bumped her gently, ending her song, and she was inside the truck. She pulled the door closed and reached under the seat to give the investigator a cloak.

The light around the truck began softly replaying Lorelei’s song. It spread out in all directions, and she could see it was having an effect as the panic was subsiding. She smiled as she realized Henry must be responsible for this. It was so beyond anything she’d experienced she knew she should be frightened, but she just remembered the feeling of Henry’s presence. He’d seemed so happy, almost giddy with joy.

The old woman moaned slightly when her bruises complained about her struggling to get the bulky garment on while seated. Finally, she pulled the hood up over her head, hiding her ears, and settled back with a sigh. She rolled her head to the side to peer over the seat at Lorelei. “Thank you for the cloak. I ask you again. What are you?”

Lorelei held her eye for a moment. “I’m a Naiad.”

The woman’s eyes held confusion and doubt. “There-there are no Naiads.”

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