Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“Not that you tried,” Camila said with a grin, surprising another snort from Sigrid.

“Regardless, Mr. Gable was collected from the subway car by a police officer and was placed in her cruiser. The officer took a concentrated dose of the pheromones within the vehicle. Instead of taking him to the police station she took him to her home and proceeded to have sex with him. The following morning her ex-husband entered her home, found them in bed, and shot himself in the head before Mr. Gable’s eyes.” She looked into Sigrid’s shocked eyes. “He’s exhibiting signs of post-traumatic stress.”

“Damn! That’s why the boy has looked so exhausted lately!” Roy muttered then looked to Sigrid. “I was going to ask you to speak to him.”

“Henry witnessed a suicide and didn’t speak to anyone about it?” Camila gasped.

“Where is he now? At home?” Sigrid asked.

Mahati nodded. “I told him to take today off to rest as he slept poorly in the precinct’s jail cell. You should make arrangements for him to get counseling when he gets in tomorrow.”

Sigrid raised an eyebrow as she watched the younger woman. Mahati realized she was telling the Head of HR how to do her job. “Apologies.” Sigrid nodded. The lawyer glanced at her watch then back to Camila. “I must meet with Mr. De Hann.”

The CEO nodded and unlocked the door.

With a final nod to the group Mahati left, and Roy closed the door behind her. He looked to Camila who activated the privacy rune. “Along with getting Henry help for the trauma of witnessing that man offing himself, he needs someone to train him to control his pheromones. He can’t be causing orgies amongst the Humans! The Council will immediately stuff him into a dark pit.”

“Sigrid, outside of that one time at your place, can you recall any other time when he lost control?” Camila asked.

The tall blond thought on that and shook her head. “No. It must be a recent issue. If it’s a Satyr’s bodily function, who can give him advice on it? This is like a more advanced class of Sex Ed, only with no guidebook.”

Roy and Camila both looked to her hopefully and she sighed.

Camila then called Marisa and asked her to return with Siobhan.

Moments later, the two young women entered the office and closed the door.

“Henry won’t be in today. He’s taking a day off to recuperate from his ordeal at the police station,” Camila told them.

Marisa’s face wore a worried expression, but she nodded to her mother.

Camila activated their privacy once more and immediately addressed Siobhan. “When can we meet Nate?”

“Do ya not listen to a word I say?” Roy blurted in frustration.

Camila fixed her eyes on his. “Of course I listen, but sometimes I don’t agree with you. Finding out about this young Incubus might help Henry. Besides, it sounds like he may need our help with the Marquise. I’ve heard of her. She’s trouble, and she’s not going to give up.”

“Nate said he hadn’t read anything about her visiting New York since the last time several months ago. And she visited multiple times since he escaped her the first time. Maybe she realized how large New York is and how futile it was to search for him.”

Camila shook her head. “The Marquise is a hunter. She’s patient. She’s probably planning her next attempt.”

Roy looked at Siobhan as he listened to Camila talk about the other Succubus. Hunting he understood. “You say she’s from England?” The new brunette nodded to him. “If she’s going to try to avoid her fans she can’t take commercial flights. Too public and her travel plans are public knowledge. Besides, she intends to bring him home I assume. That cannot happen on a commercial flight.” Sigrid shared a quick smile with Camila as the Security Chief’s mind worked out the scenarios.

“She might hire a private jet, but she’d still have to get through the terminal and security. Plenty of opportunities to get noticed. She might fly from a smaller regional airport if the plane was capable of long distances. Difficult but not impossible. Getting Nate back to England by this method may prove difficult unless they take some extreme measures to avoid detection. Considering the passenger they’re Shanghai-” Roy went silent as his thoughts raced ahead.

The women stared at him. Marisa went to speak to Camila, but she raised a finger.

“Ship. She’d come by ship. Cargo or freighter, more than likely. Slip in and out of port with no one the wiser. You said it’s been months since the last attempt?” Roy asked Siobhan, and she nodded.

Roy continued. “She’d need time to find a ship. One with a crew that would look the other way regarding her cargo. One week to a month to cross from England depending on the ship. They wouldn’t want to stay in port here longer than it took to load cargo for the return so she’d hire a team here to get a location on her prey. She’d arrive and collect him.” Roy looked into Camila’s eyes. “She’s had time. She might already be here.”

Siobhan was looking seriously spooked.

“Where is Nate now?” Marisa asked.

“He said he was only going to get cleaned up at his apartment, and he’d come to VRL to meet you and Camila at 10:30 AM at the latest. He was very eager to meet you.”

“It’s close to that time now. We’ll keep an eye out for him.” Camila said. “Now, what are we going to do with your rather dramatic change?” she said looking at Siobhan.

“I- I could keep wearing sweaters to cover it,” the brunette suggested.

“What about cutting it?” Roy suggested, and four women glared at him. “What?”

“It’s her pelt!” Sigrid exclaimed.

“Maybe I could get the Fae to give me a glamor?” Siobhan said as she looked to Camila.

Marisa stepped closer and lifted her hands but looked into Siobhan’s eyes for permission. The woman nodded to her. Marisa slid her fingers into the hair and closed her eyes as her senses flared. “The magic feels identical to Henry’s. Nowhere near as strong though. The Fae would have to do the same kind of glamor as they gave Henry.”

“Which means asking Queen Mab for a favor. That’s not something to be done lightly,” Camila said with a worried expression.

Marisa lifted the hair, so the bottom reached Siobhan’s shoulder blades, how long her hair had been the night before. She smiled. “Siobhan, this is Wild Magic. It’s very strong and can react in odd ways. Do you recall how I made my dress bulge outwards at the club? I willed it to change and it did. With your will, tell your hair to shorten to this length.”

“I’m not a wielder!” Siobhan exclaimed in shock.

“Neither am I but the Wild Magic has supercharged my talent, and I can do that little trick. Your pelt is your talent, and now it’s linked to a very strong source. Give it a try. Be firm and decisive. You’re the boss!” the blond said with a smile as she released the silky hair.

Siobhan smiled nervously and closed her eyes. She frowned with concentration, and they watched as the wavy locks slowly shortened until the tips just reached her shoulder blades.

“She’s wielding!” Roy blurted. Sigrid and Camila were watching with wide eyes as well.

Marisa tilted her head. “In a limited fashion and only because the magic behind it is so much stronger. We can’t affect anything beyond our bodies, and even then, the changes are small.”

Siobhan reached up to feel her shortened hair and gave Marisa a nervous look.

“Tell it to go back to full length,” Marisa said gently.

Siobhan nodded and closed her eyes. She sighed as the hair slid down her back to her ass once more.

She squealed happily and leapt to wrap her arms around her friend as Marisa chuckled. When she’d collected herself, she shrank her hair back to its shorter length and nodded with a relieved smile to Camila.

“When Nate gets here, is he going to come to you first?” the CEO asked Siobhan who nodded. “Ok, I’ll make sure I keep my morning open.” The lock clicked open.

That was an obvious dismissal, so Marisa and Siobhan headed out to their desks.

Roy still didn’t look happy, but he nodded to Camila and left.

Sigrid stuck around looking unsettled.

“Henry will be ok. He’s got a good support base,” the CEO said to her friend.

“But he didn’t talk to us. That’s what’s got me worried. I’m going to speak with Marisa. I’m going to see if he’s said anything to her,” Sigrid said sadly.

Camila nodded and the blonde left to walk down the hall to Henry’s office. Marisa was sitting behind her desk. “Hi, can we have a little talk in my office?” Sigrid asked.

Marisa immediately stood and followed Sigrid.

Once they were comfortable with the door closed and their privacy assured, Sigrid sighed and looked into Marisa’s concerned eyes. First thing, she brought the young woman up to speed on Henry’s involvement with the gas attack, his subsequent witnessing of the suicide, and how that was affecting him. Marisa was struggling not to cry.

“I take it he didn’t mention any of this to you?” Sigrid asked gently.

Marisa was only able to shake her head.

“I got the impression that you two were close. Any idea why Henry might not have felt he could talk to us about this?” Sigrid said cautiously.

Marisa’s tears finally escaped as she began to cry.

Sigrid’s instincts made her want to move to Marisa’s side, but she remained in her chair and pushed a box of tissues across the desk. These seemed like tears of guilt, and Sigrid needed to know why.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Marisa took some tissues and held them to her eyes. She struggled to stop, but her guilt kept pounding her. She took some deep breaths and finally managed to force them back. She looked at Sigrid who was waiting patiently. “I- I’ve k-kept Henry at- at arm’s length recently. He- m-might have r-read that wrong.”

“Why would you do that?” Sigrid blurted in surprise.

Marisa strangled the tissues between her hands. “I was worried that I might be- the feedings- I don’t want to hurt Henry!”

“Have you been hurting Henry?” Sigrid asked with a controlled voice, and Marisa heard the tone.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so, but his energy is too good. I’m worried I’ll become addicted. Like I think Mom is becoming.”

“Has Henry indicated he’s noticing a loss of energy?” Sigrid said then recalled Roy’s comment about how tired Henry was. She fought to keep the scowl from her face. If the girl was overfeeding from Henry, she was going to do something about it.

“I haven’t been with Henry since he got back.”

“Oh!” Sigrid exclaimed in surprise.