Satyr Play 02 Pt. 01

There was a buzz in her clutch purse, and she welcomed its distraction. She plucked her cell out and looked at the screen. Her eyes widened in dismay.

"SHIT!" she exclaimed.

Siobhan was watching her friend in concern since her reaction to Nate's touch. She knew Marisa's talent for precognition was very strong and she must have seen something disturbing to look so shaken. When she cursed at her cell, Siobhan's concern deepened. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Marisa looked at her in anguish. She looked over at Nate whose expression was beginning to show his concern as well.

"I- I have to go!" she blurted.

"What? No!" Nate exclaimed desperately. He didn't want to lose her! She was the only Succubus he'd ever met since he escaped the clutches of the first one.

"I'm sorry! Henry's in trouble. A friend." She explained to him. "I have to go!"

"I'll come with-" Siobhan began.

"No! I mean, it's ok. I'll be contacting... people from work to help. Stay, please. Enjoy. Get to know our new friend here," Marisa said looking deeply into Siobhan's eyes and was relieved when her friend picked up the message. She looked to Nate.

"It was nice meeting you. Perhaps we could meet again. I really have to go, now!" Marisa said and rushed away.

Siobhan placed a hand on Nate's chest to prevent him from following. "She needs to do what she needs to do. Why don't we go get a drink, and you can tell me a little more about yourself?"

Nate looked towards the door he'd seen Marisa leave through. Then he looked to Siobhan. He sniffed cautiously.

"Do your friends think you're odd for taking a big ol' whiff of everyone you meet?" she asked him with a frown.

He had the good grace to look embarrassed. "Yes, they have commented on it."

"It's not polite."

"It's the only way I can detect-"

"THAT is something you DON'T discuss in public. How can you not know that?" Siobhan asked incredulously. She knew from Marisa's look that Nate was one of the Hidden Races so he should have known better.

Nate looked at her in exasperation. "Sorry, I must have slept through that class in high school."

Siobhan looked into his eyes and saw he was genuinely oblivious. "Ok, we really need to go somewhere private where we can talk. Will your posse be ok without you tonight."

Nate looked at her again and a smile formed on his lips. "Is this discussion going to include breakfast?"

She snorted at his cheekiness. She couldn't help herself from smiling back at his confident grin. "Play your cards right and it might."

"Lead on."

-=-

Ra'Anek flew through the dark skies. He rarely got the opportunity to fly these days as his Raven form was too large to be taken for a natural creature. Night flying wasn't his favorite activity, but tonight it served the greater good. He was hunting the pseudo-clouds to get a sample of their magic.

He'd flown into Tulsa, rented a car and headed northwest towards Pawhuska. When the sun set, he found a spot to pull over and took to the skies. It felt good to stretch his wings.

He was curious to see if these cloud creatures were truly from the same realm as the magic that flowed through the Satyr. He'd get a sample from the cloud, and he'd have an opportunity soon enough to test the Satyr for the comparison. Tonight was just to satisfy that curiosity. He hadn't mentioned to the others that he was doing this.

As Minister of Risk Assessment, he'd already decided on his own that Mr. Gable needed to be contained regardless of his test tonight. That's what he was going to report to the Council, and if they didn't agree with his request to imprison the Satyr, it was within his purview to order a hit team to take him out to protect the Hidden Races.

Mr. Gable's link to the Fae's healing spell would cause it to fail with his death. Ra'Anek didn't care what happened to the Fae except they provided disguises for the others. With the collapse of the spell, the Fae would be in a very desperate state. A prime opportunity to negotiate very favorable terms in a bargain.

Ra'Anek's people had found the cure for the wasting disease centuries ago. They'd secretly applied it to all of the Races- except for the Elven Fae. Even Ra'Anek's long memory failed to retrieve the reason for the omission. Perhaps he'd willed himself to forget. No matter.

So either Mr. Gable would be contained, where he could study the Satyr's link to the Wild Magic or he'd have the Satyr assassinated, and he could force the Fae into a bargain. There was no losing option for Ra'Anek here.

Lightning jumped between two thunderheads on the horizon so he tipped his wings in that direction.

Soon he was circling the massive twin towers, and the first thing he noticed was how fresh the air smelled. The tang of metals and the chemical stew was missing! The closer he flew, the sweeter the pure air became. They were purifying the air! Consuming the poisons and releasing fresh air!

He also noted his feathers were tingling madly. There was magic here and it was stronger than he'd felt in a while. He needed a direct sample. He tipped his wings and banked in towards the surface of one.

At the last second, he flared his wings and flew up the side, dragging his hooked claws through the fluffy matter. He watched the cloud tremble then his vision filled with intense blue, white light as a bolt of plasma shot down the side of the cloud. It intersected with his body and the ground, trapping him in the tube of raw energy. Blended with the plasma, Wild Magic in a strength he'd never imagined flowed through the core of the beam. He lost all control of his body, and his senses were blinded. When he hit the ground, it caught him completely by surprise. Bones shattered, blood splashed, but he clung to his consciousness with his formidable will.

The pain was intense, so he laid still. He looked up at the thunderheads which moved on as if he meant nothing. He realized the cloud slapped him out of the air much like a horse struck a fly with its tail. He felt a little indignant about that.

The ground around him positively hummed with the Wild Magic. It was soaking in and spreading outwards. That was troubling. He spotted small plants begin to sprout up through the sandy soil around his body, highly energized by the magic. The plant life looked healthy and normal, but their growth was abnormally quick. He struggled to pull his mind back to his predicament until he heard noises of someone approaching. He peered into the darkness and eyes looked back at him.

Coyotes! He reached for his magic to send them on their way but felt nothing. He was physically paralyzed and still reeling from the hit of the strong magic. His wasn't responding!

The coyotes moved in, and he squawked weakly. Teeth tore into him, tearing chunks of meat from his broken body, sending searing pain along his nerves. His body slipped further into shock.

As his brain shut down, he could have sworn he saw his spirit brother Coyote sitting on a rock watching him die, having a good chuckle over the delicious irony of his end.

Chapter 13

Stanley paced in the luxurious room he had in Mab's palace. His heavy hooves made no sound on the highly polished wood floors. This sound dampening was due to an enchantment meant to prevent disturbing people in neighboring rooms, but he found the effect a little unnerving. It was like he wasn't there.

He understood that tonight was the night. The Fae 'master magicians' had reviewed the information they'd gathered in their exhausting interviews. They'd conferred with Mab over the best course of action to build him a glamor while protecting themselves from the brute power of the magic coursing through him.

He drank another glass of water to wet his dry mouth but instead, it just went straight to his bladder, and he had to pee again.

He went into the huge washroom and lifted his kilt to pee. He'd taken to the garments as they were exceptionally comfortable. He felt himself relax as the stream hit the water.

"A good flow. A sign you have a healthy prostate."

Mid-stream he felt his muscles clamp down painfully. Wincing, he turned his head to face the delighted smile of Mab as she watched him from the doorway.

"I'd ask you for privacy, but this is your domain isn't it," he sighed.

Her grin widened. "You catch on quickly! Very good Stanley! Don't stop on my account."

He faced forward and willed himself to relax and start again. He knew Mab was expecting him to admit he couldn't so this was a major, if insignificant, win for him. He rolled his shoulders and felt the knots of tension slowly ease. He closed his eyes and let himself finish.

Opening his eyes, he saw Mab was standing next to him with paper in her hand. He accepted the paper and dried himself, dropping it in the bowl then pulled the chain to flush.

"You intrigue me Stanley, and that isn't easy to do these days," she said quietly as she gave him an evaluating look as he turned to her, dropping his kilt to cover himself once more.

"One of the burdens of immortality?" he asked.

She smiled and seemed to think on that before nodding. "I suppose so."

Stanley couldn't imagine what that must be like. Having seen some of the twisted behavior the Queen had inadvertently exposed during his visit, he was beginning to believe madness was the eventual destination.

"How did that old witch pull you from the past? How did she link you to the realm of Wild Magic? Can you link wielders of the old realm's magic to the new realm without killing them?" Mab whispered, and her eyes glowed on the last question.

He wasn't about to try answering her. Mainly, because he didn't know the answers himself, but equally, he thought Mab having those answers would be a dangerous thing.

"Intriguing," she continued as her eyes dropped down his body to his kilt. She ran her fingers over the material covering his cock. He felt that, and it began to swell automatically. "I suppose you don't know too much about Satyrs, do you Stanley?" she asked.

"Only personal first-hand knowledge," he agreed quietly.

"Creatures of insatiable lust! Rapist and defilers of Human females!" She gave him a crooked smile at his frown as she continued to brush her fingers over his kilt. "That was how the Humans of the time described your people. They had no love for the Satyr race. Well, the males didn't. The females liked them just fine. Maybe just a little too much perhaps. Back then, the Human race was slightly more primitive than it is today and females had no say at all. The Human men hunted down every last one-" she stopped with a smile. "Every last one but you. All because your kind were better lovers than the Human males could ever hope to be. It was their jealousy that drove their murderous desires."

Stanley's body was getting mixed signals as it always did with Mab. She could be so damn sexy as she stroked him to full rigidity effortlessly, but her words threatened to drive his desires away.

"I've had many Satyr lovers. They were the only ones who could truly satisfy my needs." She pouted as she contemplated how long it had been. "I've been thinking about what went wrong at the orgy I threw in your honor."

Henry's mind immediately flashed to the death of the two servants. "Murder always ruins a party," he thought to himself.

"It had all the necessary ingredients to trigger your lust, but you remained fully in control of yourself throughout the party. Unaffected." Queen Mab murmured as she gently squeezed the bulge pressing against his kilt.

His breathing was becoming rough as her fingers skillfully drew his pleasure higher and higher.

She reached down and lifted the edge if his kilt up so she could see the naked flesh of his cock. She purred happily when she saw how large and hard it was.

Henry still had trouble accepting the alien looking appendage was attached to him. He certainly felt its connection, however.

"Henry, you're in your early twenty's, yes?" she asked gently as she went back to teasing his cock with her long fingers.

"Yes," he grunted through clenched teeth.

"How much time per day were you allowed to remain in Satyr form."

He struggled to think as his body throbbed with need. "Uh... 6 to 7 hours. While I slept."

"Ahhhhh, that's it. Crafty old witch. You were only allowed to fraternize with the Humans as a Human. Your true body hasn't matured yet. Soon though, I think. Satyr's reach sexual maturity early. The first experiences, until you learn some control, should be entertaining," she purred. She took a grip on his shaft and began to pump him vigorously.

She had him right on edge, so this stroking pushed him over the edge quickly. "Cumming!" he moaned as he felt his balls tighten up. He leaned his head back and closed his eyed as she skillfully milked his cock. When he finished, he opened his eyes and saw that was exactly what Mab had been doing. As she released his spent cock, she held up a glass beaker full of his cum and examined its contents with a satisfied smile on her crimson lips.

"Thank you, Henry. I'll see you tonight." With that, she strode away, off to do who knows what with his ejaculate. He knew it was full of the Wild Magic which was toxic to wielders, like her. Maybe it was for the spellcasting tonight? He somehow didn't think so.

He began to feel defiled. He wasn't much more than a lab rat to the Queen, and now that she'd gotten what she wanted, it was back into the cage for him. He stood there in the washroom as his emotions went off the rails.

His body began to tremble then shake as his revulsion to her touch caught up to him.

"HEY! WAKE UP!"

Henry jolted awake as someone pushed and pulled at his shoulder. He yanked himself away from the unwanted touch and tumbled off a bench to land on a concrete floor. He blinked in a daze as he looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. A cage?!? "Wha? Where am I?"

"You're in jail, fuckwit."

The voice was very nasal and came from the side. Henry glanced that way into the angry, bloodshot eyes of the large police officer that brought him to the station. Right. He was at the police station.

Henry pushed himself to his feet and looked to his right into the concerned eyes of Mary Carsten.

"You ok? That was one hell of a nightmare," she said gently, and he saw in her eyes that she somehow knew it was more. Unsettled, he just nodded and sat back on the bench. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. Queen Mab was there again, so his eyes snapped open, and he leaned forward to rub his hands together as they'd suddenly gone cold.

There was a loud noise from down the hall then the click of heels on concrete as they all turned their heads towards the sound.

An officer with a grim look on his face was leading an Indian beauty with a matching grim expression.

Henry sagged with relief. His text had reached Marisa. The cavalry had arrived.

The officer unlocked his cell and gestured for him to exit. Henry joined them in the hall, and the cell door was locked again.

"Mr. Gable. Are you well?" Mahati asked him. He nodded, still a little shaky from the dream. "Which of these officers is responsible for illegally forcing you to accompany him to the station?" she asked as she looked in the other two cells.

Henry pointed to the man with the broken nose. He got a cold look in return.

Mahati took in the damage to the man's face. "Were you responsible for his injuries?"

Henry looked at her in surprise. He pointed to Mary. "No, she did that after he attacked her." He saw Mary give him a little smile and the other officer cursed quietly.

"We are done here," Mahati stated and headed off back down the hall.

Henry glanced at the officer in the hall who gestured for him to follow, so he did. When they walked into the area where the fight broke out, he saw the Captain standing in their way.

"Captain Lowes. Several officers in this precinct, including yourself, have violated my client's civil rights. These are serious offenses, and I'll be filing a grievance with the city-"

"It's a murder investigation-"

"No Captain, it is not. I've read the police and the coroner's reports. It's a suicide which you and some of your men have chosen not to accept. You have stepped beyond the bounds of the laws you are duly sworn to uphold," Mahati insisted.

"How the fuck did you get your hands on-" the captain began when four men in suits entered the squad room and approached. The man in the lead held up his badge.

"Captain Lowes? I'm Captain Danson of Internal Affairs. Come with me, please," the man insisted.

Huffing with annoyance the precinct captain left with the man and stepped into one of the interrogation rooms.

Mahati spoke to one of the officers, and they walked away to come back a few moments later with Henry's shoulder bag. He accepted it and went through the contents to ensure everything was still there.

"The fuck?" Henry quietly growled as he pulled his destroyed cell from the bag. There were smudges of a boot heel on the cracked screen. He held it up incredulously for Mahati to see. She scowled then nodded.

Mahati put her hand around Henry's arm and guided him out. When they reached the street, a black SUV pulled up, and the lawyer guided him into the back seat. The door closed and she touched something on the edge of the door. Henry felt his ears pop gently and looked to her.

"A privacy screen. Now we can speak. Your text reached Ms. Villamor but was lean on content," she said with a frown.

"They weren't going to let me call anyone. The fight between the two officers caused a distraction, so I grabbed my cell and banged out a quick text. Help, Pct, and the station number were all I had time for." He looked at her in puzzlement. "How did you find out about the officer's suicide so quickly?"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't question our firm's methods when they lead to your freedom." He nodded with wide eyes, so she returned his questioning look. "What's your involvement with this case?" she asked.

He gave her an unhappy look.

"I'm your lawyer. I need to know."

He sighed. "I- I was with Officer Carsten in her home when the cop who killed himself broke in. I woke, and he was standing at the end of the bed. He-" Henry stopped himself from telling her about Mary's ex shooting her. He'd never be able to explain how she survived. "They screamed at each other then he put the gun to his head and-" Henry stopped talking as the scene suddenly flashed back in his mind, and his stomach threatened to heave its empty contents. He tried the window button with trembling hands, but it didn't budge. He looked at her desperately. "Air! Now!"

Mahati disabled the privacy field, and Henry's window went down. He put his face into the gap and took deep, slow breaths. A few minutes later he raised the window and settled back against the seat with his eyes closed. The shakes had finally settled down. The field went back on.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the lawyer was staring intently at him, so he turned his eyes back to the window. He didn't want to talk about this anymore. Not with her at least. Definitely with Marisa, Sigrid, Camila, and Mr. Duncan. He looked to Mahati and shrugged.

The lawyer frowned at him and moved on. "They said they had physical proof of your presence at the time of the event. What could that have been?"

He forced his mind back to the morning and twitched as he relived the man shooting himself. He pushed past that moment. "I threw up in the toilet, but I flushed. My fingerprints would be on the toilet handle- and a glass I drank water from..." A shocked expression slipped over his face as a realization struck. "oh shit. The condom."

She nodded seriously. "Yes, that would speak of immediacy. Now, why were you having sex with the officer?"