Satyr Play 02 Pt. 01

"Nate Walker, freelance creative copywriter," he returned. He shook Sigrid's hand and nodded to the lawyer who was holding herself back a little as she looked to Nate.

Camila locked the door and activated the privacy rune once more.

"Explain," was all Mahati said as she looked to Camila.

The CEO sighed then began. She explained how Siobhan Whelan had discovered Nate had been unaware of his true nature until the previous October. At that time Oletha Thanemark had tried to abduct him. She'd attempted multiple times since the first. Siobhan invited him to visit yesterday, but Oletha managed to capture him. She was almost successful in kidnapping him, but they found her location and retrieved him from the yacht when she attacked Camila.

"How does this make him like Henry?" Mahati asked with a frown. "Aside from his lack of knowledge of his true nature?"

"The easiest way to prove it would be a demonstration. Nate, we wouldn't normally ask you to do this but could you show Mahati your true self?" Camila sighed as she pressed the button to close her blinds.

He looked into her eyes and saw she was serious, so he stood. He moved to the open space before the couch and smiled at the group. All eyes were on him. He closed his eyes and triggered his glamor to drop.

Roy gave a frustrated growl as he turned to Camila. "Dammit! Could ya not tell the lad to wear something underneath th' glamor! Between him and Henry!"

Nate looked down, and there it was. His Incubus junk. Big, jet black, ridged, flared and exposed for all to see. He spun to turn his back towards them and opened his wings.

"Wings!" Mahati gasped, struggling to recover from the peep show.

"Yes. Incubi haven't had wings for thousands of years. Before you ask, there has never been a case of a random activation of the dormant genes. He's been pulled from that era, as Henry was," Camila said and looked to Nate. "Thank you. You can switch back."

He looked at her nervously over his shoulder. "I- uh, need the picture."

"Sorry." She stood and walked over with the page and held it up before him as he concentrated. This time it took four attempts as he was nervous. "You'll get the hang of it," she said gently as he gave her an apologetic look.

Mahati had recovered some of her haughtiness and stared down her nose at Nate. "While startling, this doesn't prove he was involved with the witch. Did she raise him too?"

Camila looked to Nate to answer that, and he turned to the lawyer. "I have regular parents- human parents... I was adopted. I think I met the woman you're talking about once. She showed up the night I discovered what I was. She walked right up to look me in the eye. She looked disappointed and pissed off then walked away. That's the only time I recall seeing her."

"Your glamor has a non-standard transition which means it wasn't given to you by the Fae. Did you ever try to trigger your glamor before that night?" Mahati asked.

He shook his head. "I didn't know I had a glamor. When Oletha tried to get me to trigger it, I felt this terrible feeling of fear and panic. She said someone had placed a strong compulsion spell on me to resist using or even looking for it."

Camila shared a look with Roy whose face held a frustrated scowl. Mahati noticed. "You two have experienced this?"

"Aye, tis th' witch," Roy grumbled, his agitation bringing out his accent.

"It's one of her trademarks. Using fear to compel people to do, or in this case, not do something," Camila stated with a grim expression. "It's not pleasant to experience."

"We must inform the Hidden Races Council immediately! You should have notified me-" Mahati began to raise her voice.

"We just did! We only just rescued Nate from the Marquise last night!" Sigrid stated.

"And I called you last night on my way to the marina," Roy stated, holding her eyes with his.

Nate shifted uneasily in his chair. "Is there some danger involved in not immediately calling them? Are they going to send assassins after me?"

Everyone began to speak, trying to ease his fears until Mahati raised her hand for silence.

"No, you are not in any danger, and they will not assassinate you. I apologize if I gave you that impression. I am concerned that these three take on too much authority in issues that should be managed by powers greater than them." She raised her hand again to stop the protests. "When dealing with entities such as Baba Yaga and Queen Mab, two of the most powerful witches in existence, one leaves the decision making to the authorities-"

"Sometimes those authorities don't make decisions, but instead, react, following practices which are short-sighted and cruel when viable alternatives exist!" Camila insisted. When Mahati opened her mouth to argue, Camila raised her hand to stop her. "Let me finish." The lawyer glared at her but nodded stiffly. "If we hadn't intervened in Stanley's case, tell me, what course of action do you think the Council would have taken? What outcome do they typically utilize? Would they have shown compassion to a young man whose whole world was turned upside down? Who discovered his grandmother wasn't related to him and he had no real family? A young man who just wanted to work on computers and have some friends? A young man who wasn't a threat to anyone! A young man like Nate."

Mahati sat with arms crossed, breathing hard and nostrils flaring with her frustration.

"Think about it, please," Sigrid asked gently and intense brown eyes locked on the blonde's earnest blue eyes.

Nate glanced back and forth between Mahati and Camila. He was confused, so he caught Mahati's attention. "Pardon me if this sounds rude, I don't mean to be, but I'm truly confused here. As a lawyer, who's your client? The Council or VRL?"

Camila's eyes showed her pleased surprise while Mahati's narrowed with anger.

"It looks like you took that as criticism. I'm sorry. You're talking about my continued existence, so I thought maybe I should ensure I had fair representation... if that's even allowed," Nate continued.

Mahati huffed as she realized his question was honest and she was in a spot.

Camila took the opportunity of that moment of silence to launch her second attack. "The Council appointed your firm to us. We didn't choose your firm. Nor have we signed any contracts, yet, so legally we aren't your client. I didn't refuse as I generally support their efforts to keep us all safe. However, I don't agree with all of their decisions or practices. Frankly, I would welcome some intelligent oversight and review on those policies. I also wanted to see if you would be a good fit. That said, I believe we would all be more comfortable if our external legal counsel was in our corner.

Mahati blinked in surprise. "Are you firing me?"

"Just the opposite. I'd like to offer you the job of VRL's external legal counsel. I've done my research. Your mother's firm is highly respected, and your certifications are excellent. As you said, you don't have 'in the field' experience, but I believe you would be a quick study. You can call on our Mr. De Hann for any questions you may have as well. I'll offer you the same terms I gave Walter Zhao. I have a contract you may take with you and review. It comes with just one condition." She slid a large sealed envelope across her desk to the lawyer.

Mahati's eyes narrowed once more. "What is this... condition?"

"I'd like you to shake Marisa's hand."

Mahati frowned. "Why?"

"She's a seer, untrained but powerful. She sees potentials. Her read from you will tell me if I should trust you. I already feel good about this decision but as this affects more than just me, a second opinion is required."

"I don't want to know my future!" Mahati gasped in outrage.

Camila shook her head. "From what she'd told me, her talent doesn't work that way. I'm only looking for her overall impression of you. I'm just going to ask her to answer one question. Should I accept you as VRL's legal counsel, yes or no?" Camila explained.

Mahati was looking very defensive. She plucked the envelope from the desk. "Let me read the contract. I don't know if I'm even interested. You seem to be a focal point of chaotic events."

"May you live in interesting times," Nate murmured to himself, but Roy heard and smiled.

"Aye, it has its ups and downs," the big man agreed.

Camila leaned forward and caught Mahati's eye. "Can we agree to hold off on reporting Nate's existence to the Council until you've decided on the contract? I'll need time to find alternate counsel should you reject the contract. I should inform you that other law firms are approaching us with offers to use their services."

Shaken by the direction the conversation had taken but struggling not to show it, Mahati nodded stiffly to Camila. "I'll let you know tomorrow. Until then Mr. Walker's- special circumstance can remain unreported."

She stood, nodded to the group and left.

Once the door was closed and locked once more, everyone let out a sigh of relief and smiled at each other.

Except for Nate who still looked worried.

"Why does it feel like I'm jumping from the frying pan into the fire?" he said.

Sigrid smiled at him. "It only seems that way because to you the council seems like a great big unknown. We got Henry through this. We'll help you with this as will he."

Nate nodded to her, feeling a little better. "How is he doing?"

"He's a little weak from blood loss, but I have someone watching over him. He'll be back to full health in a couple of days. I'll take him back to his condo tomorrow." There was a buzz at her hip, and she lifted her cell to see a text. "Ah! Speak of the devil. One sec." She typed out a quick reply and smiled at them when she put the phone away. "Henry woke up hurting from the beating he took last night. I told her to give him some pain meds."

"I think I should set him up with some self-defense training," Roy said with a frown.

"Maybe Nate would like that training too?" Camila asked.

Nate held up his hands. "Hey, I'm a lover, not a fighter."

Roy rolled his eyes while Camila chuckled.

"Ok, Mr. Lover. What do you do for a living when you're not wooing the ladies?" the CEO asked.

Nate smiled. "I'm a freelance creative copywriter."

"Freelance by choice?" Sigrid asked with a raised eyebrow.

Nate winced and shook his head. "I might have burned a bridge last year. The night I discovered what I was I went to the boss' Hallowe'en party. She got a little frisky, and I let her take me to bed. Incredibly dumb move but I wasn't at my best that night. The next day at work when I tried to tell her we should keep things professional, she blew up and fired me. It was quite the scene. Since then, she's made it her life goal to blackball me with every ad agency and marketing firm in New York. I get jobs at smaller places, but none have offered me anything long term."

"If you can maintain a professional attitude in the workplace, I have friends in a few larger firms. I could put in a good word and probably get you an interview," Sigrid said.

He smiled broadly at her. "Lesson learned. I definitely can. That would be wonderful!"

Sigrid smiled. "Give me your cell num- " She stopped when she saw Camila shake her head.

"OIetha probably took his cell from him when she grabbed him," the CEO explained.

"It's ok. I'll pick up a new one today when I cancel my old one. Speaking of calling, could I call my friend Jo? I need to see if she's ok," Nate asked.

"You can use the phone in the waiting room just outside. Dial nine then the number," Camila said. "Wait for Sigrid when you're done, ok?" Camila instructed.

"Sure," he said with a smile as he stood and trotted over to the door.

After stepping through and closing it behind him, he smiled at Felix and used the phone to dial Jo's cell.

After four rings she picked up. "Hello?" Nate thought she sounded shaky.

"Jo? It's Nate. Are you ok?"

"Oh my god, Nate! Where are you? You didn't answer! I thought she got you! It's all over the news! I know you said not to, but I was about to call the police to see if they found you! I've been going out of my mind!" Jo gasped then started to cry.

"I'm so sorry Jo. Are you home?" he asked, his guilt stabbing him deeply.

"Yes," she managed through her tears.

"They didn't get me. I've been... hiding with some people I met in Manhattan. They got me a lead on a job as well. I'm coming home shortly. Are you going in to work?" he said quietly.

"No... called in sick."

He frowned. Jo never did that. Something must be seriously wrong. "Ok. I'll be there soon."

"Ok," she said pitifully and hung up.

Nate hung up and looked at the door anxiously. He needed to get home, now. He stood and went to the man's desk. "I have to leave. Could I leave a message for Sigrid?"

"Certainly," Felix said handing him a pen and a notepad.

Nate quickly wrote down Jo's address and a brief message for Sigrid letting her know he'd be back soon.

"Could you see she gets this?" he asked Felix who nodded. "Thanks!"

He headed for the elevators. He needed to see his friend. The one he'd never lied to. All that was going to change and there was nothing he could do about it.

He had to protect Jo as much as he could.

Chapter 20

Henry surfaced to the steady beat of his pulse hammering on his brain. He moaned quietly, and the sound drew him further into consciousness. His face also hurt, and his shoulder was throbbing with each beat of his heart.

"Are you awake again?"

He turned his eyes to see Meixiu standing next to the bed. "Pain."

"Oh! I'll ask Sigrid what I should do," the petite woman said. She tapped out a message on her cell phone, and moments later it pinged with a reply. She squeaked in delight. She loved texting! "I'll be right back!" Meixiu rushed away.

Henry tried to get comfortable, but it was no use. Everything hurt, and he was so hungry!

Meixiu was suddenly by his side again, and she had a bottle of pills and a bottle of water. "Um, how much pain are you feeling?"

"A great deal of pain," he gritted out, eyeing the pill bottle.

She looked at the label with a frown. "Oxycodone. Have you taken this before?"

"No."

Meixiu huffed. "She said I could give you a couple of painkillers so I'll give you two."

Henry shifted on the bed and gasped with a spike of pain in his shoulder.

Watching him with concern, she sighed. "Maybe three."

She poured them into her hand and dropped three pills into Henry's mouth. She tipped the water bottle to trickle the water into his mouth. Then he swallowed the pills.

"Food?" Henry begged.

Meixiu smiled at him and nodded quickly. "I'll make you a meal. Back soon." She skipped out of the room.

He once more tried to adjust himself on the bed to sit up a little and was left panting after he gave up. His head swam, and he closed his eyes but refused to pass out.

Time passed as he stared at nothing in particular. He could hear the occasional sound of Meixiu working in the kitchen. He must have phased out for a bit because he was suddenly aware of the small woman standing on the bed, one foot on either side of him. She took a grip on his torso under his arms and lifted him to a seated position against the headboard of the bed. He was impressed with her strength but waited for the pain which never came. He realized he was feeling pleasantly fuzzy.

Meixiu fed him soup and bread, then a few strips of bacon. He turned his face when he'd had enough.

"You will have steak and vegetables for dinner tonight," she said with a happy grin.

"This meal was very good," he sighed contentedly as she dabbed his lips, her eyes twinkled happily.

"Are you in any pain?" she asked.

He shook his head, and the room swam. "Noooo."

She giggled at his silly look.

His eyes settled on her pretty face, and his smile widened. He was feeling very relaxed, and the pills had obliterated his natural inhibitions. "Has anyone told you how lovely you are?"

She blinked in surprise then burst into embarrassed giggles as she covered her face with her hands.

"Don't hide your beauty!" he sighed with a pout.

She pulled her hands away, but her eyes still showed how embarrassed she was.

"There she is! So prett-OOMmm!" Henry's eyes went wide as Meixiu's mouth was suddenly pressed against his as she'd leapt up on the bed with him.

Henry moved his hand to the back of Meixiu's head into her silky hair. He noticed her tightly closed eyes and she wasn't moving her lips but just pressing them against his. He gently sucked her lower lip between his and caressed it with his tongue.

Her eyes opened in surprise, and she pulled back.

"What... what was that?" she asked quietly as she looked at his mouth.

It was his turn to look at her in surprise. An embarrassed shock went through him clearing the fog. "Uh... I was kissing you? Weren't you kissing me?" He suddenly felt awkward, like he'd overstepped. "You didn't... that- didn't you kiss me?" he mumbled.

She was looking into his eyes. "I thought I was kissing you, but I didn't do what you did!"

"You did kiss me! Good!" Then he had the uncomfortable thought that her kiss was more of a friend zone thing.

"What were you doing?" she asked, her eyes going back to his lips.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were being... intimate. I didn't understand you were only giving me a friendly kiss. I'm sorry if I offended you or made you uncomfortable."

She locked on his eyes again. "Do it again."

Eyebrows climbing, he looked questioningly at her, and she nodded.

He pulled her face gently down to his and sensually caressed her lips, sucking on them lightly. He felt her sucking in surprised breaths, and she moaned softly.

The drugs and the food were fighting to drag him under but she was so soft and delicious, he wanted to keep kissing her. She straddled his body and began rubbing herself over his stiff erection which was covered only by a thin sheet. That felt too good, and his mind began to slide away. He struggled to remain in the here and now, and his kisses took on some of that needful urgency. She was making little desperate sounds of her own as she ground her pussy along the hard ridge of his cock. There was no way his Satyr sized erection would fit inside her small body, but the pleasure they were both feeling from the rubbing was intense.

When he slipped his tongue between her lips, she squeaked and sucked on it. Her body began to shake and twitch as her orgasm struck fiercely.

Henry felt a sudden warmth between them as her orgasm tripped his own release. His eyes rolled back, and he was dragged into oblivion as his mind floated up into the clouds.

Meixiu felt Henry's body relaxing under her, and she opened her eyes to see he was unconscious. Her body tingled madly from their play, and she felt the heat between them.

Henry was so gentle! She'd told Sigrid of the times Walter had raped her. That monster had not been gentle! She never knew sex could be so tender! She smiled down at her gentle giant, sleeping peacefully.

She moved off the bed and lifted the sheet to look beneath. She grinned as she saw Henry had also enjoyed it. She would need to change the sheets.

Curious, she reached under the sheet to gently run a fingertip through the pool of cum on the hard muscles of Henry's stomach. Sigrid said she was supercharged by this.

Without a second thought, she dragged her fingers through the mess and scooped it up. Then, she stuck them in her mouth and sucked them clean. As she swallowed, the Wild Magic surged through her body, lightning branching out in all directions. Her head snapped up, and she stumbled back from the bed as every cell in her body sucked in the energy. Tingling became trembling, then shaking. She screamed silently as her vision began to fill with white light and terror shot through her as she recalled her blindness in Walter's domain.