Satyr Play 02 Pt. 01

"MARISA!" Sigrid called out suddenly.

Seconds later the door opened, and the blond beauty took one look at Henry's face before dropping to her knees before him and taking him deep into her throat as Sigrid released her grip.

"Fuck!" Henry gasped as he curled over Marisa's head as his stalled orgasm resumed.

Siobhan was standing in the doorway, watching wide-eyed. Sigrid would have closed the door, but she was struggling to keep her wings from opening.

When Henry uncurled, Marisa squeezed his cock from base to head to get the last of the cum from him. She stood with a smile for him and saw him staring at the doorway as he gasped for breath. She turned and saw Siobhan frozen with surprise. She walked over to face her friend.

"What happe-MMMFF!" Siobhan began then Marisa kissed her, transferring his essence into the brunette's mouth. "MMM!" Siobhan squealed at the flavor then the energy flashed through her nerves as she swallowed. She languidly pulled back from the kiss. "Wha-"

"Does it feel different than the energy you received last night? Marisa asked.

Siobhan held still and thought about that. "Stronger... much."

Scalp tingling deliciously, her hair grew down to her calves then stopped. Her eyes closed and she shivered as her skin tingled with goosebumps. "oh shit... that feels so good!"

Henry joined them in the doorway once he had his pants on again and stared at Siobhan's hair. "What the hell!" he breathed.

"Her change began last night on her date. Your magic completed it just now." Marisa explained as she guided her tingling friend back to the living room. Henry followed, and moments later a grinning Camila joined them.

"I feel so good!" she sighed.

Sigrid finally joined them and gave Henry a timid little smile. When he returned her smile, she blushed and roughly pulled him into a hug.

"You're so sweet!" he whispered in her ear. She pushed him back, eyes flaring, and shook her finger at him. "Don't get me started again!" He chuckled.

"Did you reach Roy?" Camila asked.

Sigrid shook her head. "He's gone radio silent. I left him a message telling him where we're going. "Can we get there by foot?"

Henry was watching Siobhan make her hair contract until it only reached her shoulders. His jaw was hanging open, and Marisa reached over and lifted it closed for him. He blinked at her then looked over at Sigrid. "Sorry, wha- oh! It's very close by, but the mooring is in the far side of the channel, and you'll have to go all the way around. Driving makes more sense."

"Let's go then!" Sigrid said and gestured to the door.

"Wait, you mean us?" Henry asked in surprise.

"It's going to take Roy time to see I've left a message and more time to get to us. She could leave before he gets there. She might be getting ready to leave right now! We need to go!" Sigrid insisted.

They exited the condo, Henry locking up behind them, and took the elevator down. They rushed outside and stuffed themselves into Camila's car.

"For making a rescue, shouldn't our escape vehicle be large enough to contain all of us? We barely fit now!" Henry complained, squeezed in between Marisa and Siobhan in the back seat. The two ladies were grinning at Henry's squirming.

"We find the yacht, confirm he's on it, then we prevent it from leaving until Roy, and his team can get there," Sigrid said calmly.

Henry stared incredulously at the side of Sigrid's face until she noticed and looked back. "What?"

Henry sighed. "One. That truly sounded like an oversimplification. Two. We're not a Seal Team-"

"Cheeky," Siobhan snorted, and Marisa burst into laughter.

Henry looked at them like they'd lost their marbles but continued. "Three. Have you confirmed that Roy and his team are even coming?"

Sigrid turned in her seat to look into Henry's nervous eyes. "Siobhan can find the yacht faster than any of us without being seen. She may be able to disable it as well." She looked to Camila. "Do you have jumper cables or a length of chain in the trunk?"

Camila looked at her oddly. "Jumper cables? Why would I have those? I do have plenty of strong, light chain though."

Sigrid held up her hands to stop any further explanation. She looked back to Henry. "Siobhan can tangle the rudders with the chain. Or the anchor. It's a temporary measure, but that's all we need."

Henry looked to Siobhan who was smiling back at him. "I'm more than just a pretty girl, you know," she said with a grin, reminding him of his awkwardness with her the first time they'd met.

"I know! I suppose... because you're here, you must be someone capable of doing these things," he said, struggling to find the words.

Siobhan just grinned and nodded to him as she placed her hand on his leg. Marisa rested her hand on his other leg. He gave their matching grins a wary look.

Sigrid continued. "Confirming our target is on board is going to be the more difficult task-"

"Can't we just disable the ship and wait for Roy?" Henry suggested.

Camila glanced at him in the mirror. "We have to get him away from the Marquise before she... powers up." She grinned at Henry.

Henry's cheeks burned as he recalled the little party in his room.

"Does that happen to you a lot?" Siobhan asked quietly.

He glanced at her curious expression. "No, that was a first," he mumbled.

Sigrid picked up where she'd been interrupted. "Camila and Marisa will create a diversion by confronting the Marquise. I assume the ship will have Human armed guards I'll need to get past-"

"HOLD ON! Do you hear what you're saying?" Henry exclaimed. "Don't forget the other major complication. Because of its size, the only mooring for the yacht is at the end of a long narrow dock with many other boats. There may be people in those boats. We may not even be able to get on the dock as there are gatehouses on each dock. You probably need a key or a code. It might as well be a castle with a moat. It's a ship... on water. Surrounded by... deep water."

Siobhan reached up and gently turned his chin to make him look at her. "Henry, can you swim?"

He sucked in a sudden breath. "NO! Ok? I don't know how to swim! And I'm not a fighter. I'm useless in this situation. You're talking about walking directly into danger, and I won't be able to help or protect anyone!"

"You don't think we can take care of ourselves?" Sigrid asked with a little stiffness in her tone.

He locked eyes with her. "Of course, I do! I know exactly how capable you are, but you'll be out in the open, unable to use your abilities without being seen. That doesn't make it easier for me to hide in the shadows while my friends are risking their lives!"

"Henry, we need someone to watch for Roy and direct him to our location when he arrives. I was hoping you could do that," Sigrid said calmly, and he nodded shakily. He knew she was keeping him out of harm's way as the more capable players took risks and got the job done.

Then they were driving down the road parallel to the marina. They pulled into the parking lot entrance, and Camila took a ticket to open the gate.

"When Roy gets here he'll be driving directly over the field to get to the parking lot. He won't come in through the gate. He's going to need to know where to turn in to get to where we'll be," Sigrid explained.

Henry was looking at the path along the water's edge and worried at how many lights were lighting up the entire length. He couldn't see the boats yet to know how many witnesses there would be. They parked midway between the first two light standards where the light was the dimmest.

"I'm going to look for the yacht. I'll be right back," Siobhan said quietly. Henry slapped his hand over the ceiling light, muffling it as her door opened and closed.

"Good thinking, Henry. We'll make a spy of you yet!" Sigrid said with a smile and reached up to switch the dome light off.

Henry was watching where Siobhan had ducked into the bushes in the shadows. Then she was done, and a dark shape bounced across the path and dove into the water.

"Now we wait," Camila said.

Henry was fretting about the lights. They needed a way to turn them off.

Not too long after, Marisa made a noise and pointed. "She's back!" she chirped as the dark shape shot out of the water and bounded across the path into the bushes. Moments later, Siobhan was rushing across the grass to the car. She slipped inside once more.

"Hey! Watch the leather seats with your wet..." Camila began then stopped as she stared at the grinning and bone dry young woman. "How?"

"I don't know, but this is so much better than its ever been!" Siobhan was vibrating with excitement.

"Did you find the yacht?" Sigrid asked.

"Yes! The Jolly Jenny is where Henry said it would be, at the end of a dock, three to our left. There's a lot of movement on the deck. They may be getting ready to go."

Camila and Sigrid shared a look and exited the car. As they moved to the back, Marisa and Siobhan stepped out as well. Not wanting to be left in the car, Henry got out and looked around. He walked back and saw Camila handing Siobhan a coil of the chain.

"Will you be able to carry this in your other form?" Sigrid asked.

"Yes. Not comfortably, but yes," Siobhan said, examining the chain.

"Don't take any chances. If you can use the chain to block them from leaving immediately, do it. Be careful," Camila said.

Siobhan grabbed the chain and dashed off back to the spot she'd first entered the water.

Camila looked at Marisa, and they shared a nod. With a glance to Sigrid, they headed up the path.

"Do you have Roy's cell number?" the tall blond asked.

Henry pulled out his phone and showed her his call history. She nodded as he'd been the last call.

"Call him and get an update on his ETA," she asked as she turned to walk towards the dark grassy field.

"Wait. How are you going to get on the ship?" Henry asked.

"I can fly, remember?" she said in exasperation.

"Yes, but you glow like the sun!" he exclaimed.

She smiled at his description. "I'm going to suppress that. It's not easy, and I can only do it for short periods, so short flights." She turned and jogged off into the darkness.

Henry stood behind the car feeling useless. He called Roy, but it went to voicemail. He left a quick but detailed message telling him what was happening. Then he hung up.

He looked into the trunk and spotted a large hooded cloak much like the one he wore the night his original human disguise first failed. He lifted it out and pulled it on. He grabbed the tire iron as well. He closed the trunk. Looking at the large building at the start of the walkway leading to the docks, he pulled the hood up to hide his face then went to see if there was something he could do about all these lights.

-=-

Camila and Marisa walked up the path and reached the first challenge. The door in the small gatehouse blocking access to the dock. Luckily this one seemed to be guarded by a single man wearing a white uniform. Marisa smiled at her mother and stepped closer to the gate.

"Hello," she said with a sultry tone.

The man looked at them through the mesh on the door. He nodded cautiously but took a step closer.

Marisa glanced at the ship at the end of the dock. Another security guard was watching them. She locked her eyes on the guard at the door and smiled.

His lips immediately matched her smile. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I think you can. We were asked to join our good friend Oletha for a little fun."

The man's eyes were beginning to show a glassy aspect that indicated her influence was overcoming his will. Much quicker than normal, Marisa noted. He'd experienced this treatment before and potentially often.

"Maybe we could have a little fun too?" Marisa said, setting the hook.

"On... on a list..." he muttered.

"She just called us. She was very insistent. I'd hate to make her wait." Marisa said with a pout, and the guard's resistance crumbled.

"Sure, right." He reached out and opened the door for them.

"Do you need to tell your friend back there everything is good?" Camila suggested with a little push.

"Of course," he replied and touched his shoulder.

Camila and Marisa walked past, and each gave him a little kiss on the cheek, blanking his mind. "Open the door for our friends who will be coming shortly, alright?" the brunette said, and he just nodded.

That taken care of they walked towards the end of the dock, eyes scanning the boats lining each side. They counted twenty-four boats in total with the larger yacht at the end. There wasn't one light showing in any of the boats and glancing over at the docks on either side they saw no lights there either.

"Did you notice something off about his compliance?" Marisa whispered to Camila, maintaining her smile.

"Something wrong there. I'll take the next one," the brunette responded then slid a brilliant smile on her lips as they reached the guard at the gangway for the yacht.

"May I help you?" the guard said, glancing beyond them in annoyance at his counterpart back at the gate.

Camila moved forward slightly to catch his eye. She decided to convince this one with the least amount of push as he also showed small signs of abuse.

"Hello, I'm Camila Villamor. I'm here to speak with Marquise Oletha Thanemark. She'll want to speak to us. It's in regards to our mutual acquaintance, Nathan Walker."

The man opened his mouth, most likely to deny she was onboard but stopped short when Camila and Marisa both gave him a look. With another scowl at the guard by the gate, he turned and walked up the gangway and stepped into a doorway.

Marisa looked to her mother. "That was bold. What if she wasn't here?" she whispered

Camila smiled slightly and spoke equally quiet. "She's here. I can smell her on these two. She's leaned on them heavily. Besides, she traveled all this way for a precious cargo she's tried so often to acquire; she's not going to leave it unguarded until she gets it home."

There was a deep rumble as the yacht's motors throbbed to life. They shared another look. The Marquise was going to run.

There was a terrible grinding screech noise then the motors went silent. Camila smiled at her daughter.

The door on the cabin above them flew open, and a tall, slim raven-haired woman stormed out and down the gangway.

She stopped at the bottom and glared at them. Hostility was rolling off her in waves. "What have you done to my ship?" she said with a glacial tone.

"What have you done with our friend?" Camila asked calmly.

Eyes locked and the air between Oletha and Camila crackled with energy as each tested the other's will. Camila felt the pressure the Succubus had abused the Human crew with but fed her energies into pushing back.

"You two don't have any idea who you're dealing with. You're infants compared to me," Oletha said contemptuously as she completely ignored Marisa, concentrating her effort on Camila who refused to crack under strain.

"You're Marquise Oletha Thanemark. From England. A visitor to our home," Marisa said.

"You need to turn around... and walk away," Oletha said slowly and crisply, death implied in each word.

Camila held the woman's eyes. "That isn't going to happen."

"She doesn't know who he belongs to, does she?" Marisa asked her mother, her eyes never leaving the Marquise.

"He's mine, and I'll kill you both before you set foot on this ship!" Oletha spat, frustrated by Camila's unnatural ability to hold her at bay.

"You know when he came from, don't you?" Marisa continued.

Oletha heard the emphasis, and her expression froze just a little. She wasn't aware anyone else knew.

"Do you know anyone powerful enough to pull someone from the past? It's not us." Marisa admitted freely.

Oletha's dark eyes were beginning to show doubt, and she hated that feeling. If she couldn't overpower the bitch's will, she had other weapons at her disposal. She'd ensured privacy by convincing all of the owners of the surrounding boat they should go home for the week. The crew was currently under her thrall, and she'd clear their memories after the trip, so she wasn't worried about them.

"She's not going to listen to reason," Marisa sighed as she tried to loosen her grip on her seer sight just a little to read the Marquise. Her mind suddenly filled with flashes of blood and pain, death, slavery, and mad laughter. She staggered back under the assault and landed on her ass.

Camila's attention shifted for a split second and Oletha launched herself forward with a savage grin. Claws extended and a lightning fast slash would open that throat-

Except she wasn't there. The swipe missed Camila by a foot at least. She shouldn't be able to react and move that fast! Snarling, Oletha fed her rage into her strength and launched another attack.

From the outside, they looked like a blur with an occasional grunt or brief cry of pain.

When they stopped, they were halfway back to the gatehouse. They were both breathing hard, and both were sporting blood from a number of shallow cuts.

Oletha saw her opponent was tiring while she still had the energy to spare. With age came capacity and she'd been feeding off the crew during the trip over. She knew she'd mentally break them by the time they returned home, but she didn't care about the fate of a few useless Humans. Not when she had a new race of powerful Succubi and Incubi to create with Nate's assistance. Willing or not.

The bitch she faced now wasn't going to interfere with her plans.

She was going to die.

-=-

Sigrid watched from a distance away in the shadows. She was waiting for Camila to capture the woman's attention completely. When they blurred into hazy shapes, Sigrid launched herself skyward and spread her wings as she forced back the light. That was extremely difficult to concentrate on while attempting to stay in the air. It took way too much energy, but she beat her shadowy wings until she was shooting forward towards the stern of the yacht. There was one crew member there looking down into the waters behind the ship.

At the last second, she swooped upwards, tucked her wings away, and dropped in a ballistic arc right onto the crewman whose face slammed against the railing as she drove him to the deck. Sigrid confirmed he was still breathing, but he was unconscious. She hustled forward and made it inside. She quickly rushed through the passageways on her way to the front of the ship, pausing only to glance inside each room as she went. She took out two more crew, slamming them against bulkheads and doorways. Finally, she entered a bedroom with a man chained to the bed. This had to be him. Then again, the woman was a Succubus. She might have a few men chained to beds.

"Nate? Nate Walker? I'm Sigrid, a friend of Camila Villamor's." she said to the sleeping man.

Eyes popped open as he'd been faking his sleep. "Thank god! Do you have the keys to these cuffs?"

"No, close your eyes, tight. Don't open them until I say and DON'T MOVE," she instructed.

He looked at her cautiously but did as she asked.

Sigrid pulled her sword, and it flashed brilliantly as she struck the chains, severing them like brittle plastic. She put the sword away throwing the room into darkness. "Ok, you're loose."

Nate opened his eyes again. "What was that bright light?" he asked.

"A mistake. It's given away my presence. We have to go now to get you off the ship!" Sigrid growled.

One of the guards suddenly burst into the room with a gun in his hand. Before he'd completed his step, Sigrid had her shield up and leapt across the room to slam him against the wall. As he collapsed, the gun bounced loose and fell at Nate's feet.

Blinking away the spots he was seeing from the flash of her shield, Nate bent to pick up the gun.

"Have you used one before?" Sigrid asked sternly.