Satyr Play 02 Pt. 02

Then her eyes caught sight of someone approaching that made her breath freeze in her chest. Ever since the... presumed death of Ra'Anek, she'd been expecting to encounter another member of his family. The 'spirit animal' race was an insular group, but they watched out for each other. Seeing who was approaching and knowing his reputation, she wished it was a different relative. She didn't know his real name as he never gave it out.

"Well met, Minister Hoek," the tall, handsome man with the crooked smile said. His piercing blue eyes locked on hers.

She leaned forward and pitched her voice for his ears only. "Greetings, Huehuecóyotl! I- I wasn't expecting to see you here!" She looked around. "But then, I wasn't expecting to see any of these guests!" she admitted.

The tall man smiled as he looked around. "Coyote is fine. Yes, our host is up to something. Something with great potential to cause social upheaval. I couldn't not attend as I'm drawn to such events." He glanced around. "This certainly beats hanging around a tech expo waiting for announcements of the latest cell phone features."

Lise-Anne stared at him with a shocked expression.

He snorted and laughed aloud. "Sorry, your expression is priceless! I don't do that. Really."

She gave herself a shake. "We believe Ra'Anek may have met his end. I want to give you my condolen-"

"No need." Coyote interrupted with a smile then gave her an evaluating look. He nodded slightly. "It's true, he's left this plane of existence, but I expect he'll be waiting for me in the next. Or he may decide to give this one another go." He shrugged then looked around the room casually.

"What- what's happening here?" she asked.

With a wide grin, Coyote shrugged again. "We'll have to wait and see, won't we." He touched her arm as he moved past her to disappear amongst the other guests.

Lise-Anne's nerves were on high alert. She wished Rand was here. She suspected she was going to need all the help she could get when this party went off the rails as Coyote's attendance suggested. The being was an agent of mischief.

Much better than even odds.

She walked closer to the door and noted the Chancellor's group was being directed back to the party by the guards posted there and her discomfort increased. She reached into her pocket as she wanted to check for a signal again but... her cell wasn't there.

Her head whipped around once more, but this time she was trying to locate Coyote.

Queen Mab wasn't the only one up to something. Shit!

Chapter 42

Henry stood in a luxuriously appointed apartment. The entire top floor of the castle was the Queen's personal and private space. Her quarters were huge and filled with beauty. The art, the furniture, the textiles, and even the window treatments all spoke of the wealth and style of the monarch, each acting as an accent to the beauty of the Queen herself. It was the natural setting to find her relaxing. He glanced at her, and for the first time in this visit, she did look relaxed and happy. That was a very good look on her. When the intensity dialed back just a little, Mab's beauty tugged at Henry's libido with the power of the sun. He felt himself reacting, and for once, he didn't feel the prerequisite fear.

"May I offer you some Nectar? It's the real deal, minus the gift of immortality. They used the original recipe, and it's only mildly intoxicating. I guarantee you; it tastes better than anything you've ever tasted before," she said with a gentle smile.

Henry felt the smile right down to his toes, but he shook his head faintly. "I've been told I need to keep in control of my mind."

She poured herself a small glass of the golden liquid and sipped it while she kept her eyes on Henry.

Once more he felt drawn to her, and he struggled to focus on anything else other than how lovely she looked and how much he wanted her. He knew that allure was only an aspect of her glamor but his body didn't care. Intellectually, he knew what lurked just beneath the beauty and steeled himself against his desires.

Mab swallowed delicately, and her green eyes watched him with interest. "You fascinate me, Henry. You're an enigma of magic and a social studies puzzle wrapped into one."

A snort of amusement burst from him in surprise. "I get the first part but the second?"

She gestured to a small couch, and they sat, turned slightly to face each other, knees almost touching.

"I've known many Satyrs in my life, and I've studied their behavior. While there were unique variations, as a group, they were confident, outgoing, and assertive. You were raised by that overbearing witch and forced to inhabit a physically diminutive Human form. Subsequently, you don't share those traits with your ancestors. It's classic Nature vs Nurture."

Henry saw the point she was making and found himself agreeing with her, but she was still making him feel like a test subject in somebody's experiment. His displeasure must have shown on his face.

"This is another difference. Your face is far more honest in exposing your true feelings than theirs did. I've offended you somehow."

Henry's first impulse was to deny her words, but he found himself unwilling to lie to the woman who lied to him so boldly.

"I'm not a lab rat. I'm a person... with true feelings. You often talk about me like I'm some kind of experiment."

She went still and held his eyes with hers for a moment. "Do I?"

He saw she was honestly curious, so he just nodded.

"Well, I'm going to do something I rarely do so listen carefully. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. It's difficult for me to relate to others and to know how my words affect them."

Henry was stunned to hear Mab apologize. It must have been difficult for her. He didn't trust himself to respond appropriately, so he nodded.

"While I'm expressing remorse I should mention the Orgy I threw while you visited me in Ireland. I see now you weren't ready, both physically and mentally, to participate in such an event." He could only look at her in surprise as she continued. "You've only recently begun to experience the physical manifestations of your people's greatest gift to Humanity."

"My what?!? Did you call it a gift?" he asked incredulously.

"For that period in history, it was a gift. The current day Humans need no assistance in over breeding. Back then, life was much harsher for early Humans. Stress reduced the female's ability to reproduce, and the males were struggling too. Satyrs provided a much-needed respite from the daily trials of life. Once, local Satyrs would be invited into Human villages to participate in fertility ceremonies and the birth rates naturally increased. It wasn't your people's fault that Human females were drawn to the Satyr at the party and sought them out between these ceremonies in the hopes of a little extra stress relief. Unfortunately, the males didn't like this."

Henry struggled to accept that there was some value to his... pheromone sex bomb, or at least had been. He sighed. "It's more than a nuisance. Because of suppressing it, it got stronger, and I wasn't able to stop it when my friends triggered it. I was too exhausted to stop them from being exposed to the Wild Magic."

"Who told you to suppress it?!?" Mab exclaimed.

"Ikehorn."

"He's not-" Mab stopped and paused as she considered her next words. "He's weak. As I said before, he was never a strong wielder, so he wasn't the right person to turn to for advice. But, you didn't know." She watched Henry for a moment. "You did change him, you know. Before, he was an excellent enforcer. Hard, decisive, and when he needed to be, vicious. Now, you've made him into a healer. He's become... soft, empathetic. Those attributes don't fit his role."

Henry was worried at the tone she was using when she spoke about Ikehorn. Like she was considering ways to discard him. "People change. Grow. He has... new value in the way he is now."

She just nodded and looked away.

Henry was beginning to feel awkward. "Shouldn't we be joining the party?"

Mab smiled at him. "I'm the host. I always make a grand entrance. Eager for some fun? I can't wait for you to meet our guests!"

"Oh? Who did you invite?"

She smiled slyly at him. "The Beautiful People."

Henry's eyebrows went up. Considering the glamors the Fae wore, he wondered how much more beautiful people could get.

"It's time for me to ask for my first favor," Mab said with a slight smile and a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

He looked to her as he instantly became tense.

She pouted at his expression. "It's not going to be bad, I promise! I think you'll find it very pleasurable!" she insisted as she stroked his arm.

His expressions changed from worry to surprise in a flash as he caught on. "But- the Wild Magic! It's toxic to wielders! It's too dangerous!"

She gave him a genuine smile and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "You're a sweet man to be so concerned, but you needn't worry. All that work I did when you last visited me in Ireland has given me a solution to that... little inconvenience. I have a way to make it perfectly safe!"

Henry knew Mab would find a way to get what she wanted, but now that she was hinting at it, the reality was sinking in. He took a deep breath. "The favor? You want me to make love to you?"

She burst into giggles, and he found it very odd to hear such a gentle and happy sound coming from the older female. "Oh Henry, you are such a refreshing breath of fresh air! Such an innocent!"

He blinked at her as he was off balance once more. Wasn't that what she wanted?

"I want to host a fertility ceremony your people were famous for."

"Fertility- an orgy?" It suddenly became clear to him what she was after. "You're asking me to use my pheromones to trigger an orgy?"

"Yes, Henry. Exactly that! It's been so long since I felt truly engaged with my partner! Satyrs were the only ones capable of making the experience completely fulfilling for me. Besides, my guests are expecting something truly unique. The ancient ceremony will thrill them like nothing ever has. This favor doesn't break any of the conditions your lawyer requested, so you will honor your promise, won't you?" She fixed her dazzling green eyes on him, and that perfect lower lip pouted once more with devastating effect. He wanted so badly to kiss her it took his breath away.

"Yes... but- but I still have very little control over it," he explained as his voice returned.

Mab's smile lit up her face as she heard his agreement. She stood and took his hands to pull him to his hooves. "Oh, what fun we're going to have!" She began to pull him towards a set of ornate double doors at the far side of the room.

Henry glanced over his shoulder toward the elevator. "Shouldn't we be joining the party- uh, orgy?"

"We will, my eager boy! But first, we'll start in my chambers."

His body was already beginning to react to her soft hands on his, the promise in her eyes, and the happy smile on her lips. But the reaction didn't include the heat. "Th-that's not going to trigger the pheromones," he gasped as they entered the bedroom. His eyes went immediately to the bed. Tall and thick mahogany pillars rose from the four corners of the plush mattress. The sheets looked so inviting, only Mab's purring drew his attention away from them.

"I don't think I'll have any trouble triggering the proper kind of reaction from you," she said with a wicked grin. She drew Henry to the end of the bed and slid up against his body. She was rubbing her body against his, and that felt delicious.

While Mab had toned down her intensity to a level that made Henry almost forget the monster within, he realized he wasn't totally at ease with her yet. He cleared his throat, and she looked into his eyes questioningly. "Is it too late to have a little of that Nectar?"

Her smile flashed across her face once more, and he wobbled a bit from its impact. She was so incredibly lovely. "Not at all," she said.

He expected they'd return to the living room but Mab reached an arm back, and two small crystal glasses appeared in the palm of her hand in a slight flare of light. They each held a few swallows of the golden liquid.

"What shall we toast?" she asked as she handed him his glass.

He found himself sinking into her green eyes. "Uh, to a successful ceremony?" he said absently.

Her eyes glowed a little brighter as her smile widened. "That's perfect!" She raised her glass to him then sipped as Henry did.

The Queen wasn't wrong. Nectar was the most wonderous liquid he'd ever passed across his tongue, slid down his throat, or gifted to his stomach. His eyes closed involuntarily as his body trembled with joy. He opened his eyes to look at the glass and saw there was enough for a second swallow. The intensity of his sudden need to drink it made his head spin. He took some slow deep breaths and forced his body to relax. Gritting his teeth, he shook his head and passed the glass back to Mab.

"I've never seen anyone refuse the second sip," she said, the pleasing sensation of surprise bringing a smile to her lips once more.

"You failed to mention exactly how good it was... but... I suppose words aren't sufficient," Henry said with a strained voice as he looked away from the glass. Another tremble went through his body, and he felt his muscles relax, just a little. A pleasant lassitude began spreading through his body. She'd also failed to mention its potency, or maybe she just didn't understand his sensitivity to intoxicants. At least he wasn't drunk this time, just relaxed.

Mab stretched her arm out again and, with another small flash, the glasses vanished.

"More and more you surprise me, and that is such a welcome sensation," Mab purred as she returned to rubbing her body against his.

Now Henry's libido woke up with a vengeance. With his momentary unease suppressed by the buzz of the potent Nectar, there was no holding back his desire. He moaned as the Queen's svelte form ground against his body and his kilt began to rise in the front.

"Mmmm! That feels promising! See, I told you this would work out," Mab said with satisfaction dripping from her words.

"You feel amazing, but this won't trigger the pheromones," he sighed.

Mab raised an eyebrow as her hand slipped under his kilt to take a grip on his heavy cock.

"Fuuuuck!" Henry moaned as Mab's fingers wrapped around the hot flesh and squeezed.

"Are you sure-mmmph!" Mab squeaked when Henry's mouth found hers as he pulled her against him in his strong arms. When he lifted her off her toes and spun her around, her eyes widened in surprise. Then she was on her back on the bed, and he was pressing his hard body down on hers. The pressure between her legs felt delicious. His kiss was a little raw, but his need fanned her passion, and she gave in to it for the moment. It'd been a long time since she'd felt this.

Henry couldn't get enough of her lips and her talented tongue. She felt soft and hot under his body, and he began to rock his pelvis in circles over hers.

"Oh! Yes! Henry! That's good!" she sighed as she pulled back from his mouth. She inhaled his scent and, while he smelled pleasantly warm and masculine, a tiny frown appeared between her brows. She couldn't detect the pheromones yet. Her previous Satyr lovers would have been flooding the room by now ensuring her receptiveness. She was eager to continue, but she needed his heat for her plans. She suddenly gasped as the hard ridge of his cock strummed across her clit. Fuck! He could make her cum without the stimulation of his pheromones!

"What's wrong Henry? Why aren't you expressing your heat?" she softly asked as she kissed his cheeks while undulating under him, trembling from the shots of pleasure coursing through her.

He slowly blinked as he was so fucking turned on. He found Mab's eyes with his, and he was falling into their green depths once more. "Doesn't happen one on one," he sighed as he caressed her lips.

She suddenly realized he wasn't trying to be difficult. It honestly wasn't going to happen! It had to! It was a crucial element in the spell. All her preparations would be for naught. She'd made a critical mistake, an assumption based on her previous experiences with Satyrs. Henry was proving once again to be an exception to the rule, and that would derail everything!

She had to think quickly. Henry said it wouldn't work one on one. She could call for some servants, but that had been disastrous in Ireland. She glanced over to a door at the side of the room. Her pet's antechamber. She could use them, but they might prove to be difficult to control with Henry added to the mix. She only had them trained for herself. She glanced at the clock as she felt another twinge go through her body. She couldn't delay. It needed to happen tonight. She had too much riding on this. That gave her an idea.

"Henry, I need to be on top," she whispered, and he rolled them over, his big hands going to her ass to drag her against the hard ridge of his cock. She allowed herself a moment to enjoy that then she gestured to the door. It unlocked and slowly swung open.

Curious crooning came from inside then two faces looked out the doorway. They sought the Queen then noticed she wasn't alone. They hissed and rushed the bed.

Mab made a sharp sound, and the two females froze instantly, looking to her in fear. Henry came out of his fog of desire in a flash due to the shock of seeing the two Succubi. He also recalled his time with Mab when her servants displeased her. That thought was a splash of cold water on his libido.

While his exposure to the race was somewhat limited, these two Succubi were distinctly different from Camila and Marisa, and he couldn't look away. They were remarkably identical from their five-foot eight-inch height, their svelte, hard muscled bodies, and their gleaming and hairless red-orange skin, including their scalps. The only extra padding they had appeared to be concentrated on their tits and asses which he supposed were a Succubi's tools of the trade. From their foreheads sprouted seven-inch red horns, curving back to deadly points. Their ears pointed upwards as well, and their large eyes were completely black and almond shaped. Slim noses were above full lips which were currently slightly open as they panted softly in their excitement/fear, showing their gleaming white teeth and not so insignificant fangs.

Henry managed to pull his eyes from them to look to Mab in question.

The Queen smiled at him. "Do you like my twins? I managed to save them from being murdered by their mother when they were born. They are quite affectionate."

Henry was off balance once more with this latest development. He felt his desire cooling further, and Mab frowned when she sensed him softening. She sat up to straddle his body then made another sound, and the twins looked at her in surprise then back to Henry. They moved to the sides of the bed and climbed up to stretch out on either side of him. Timidly, they looked up to Mab for confirmation and received a nod.

Henry carefully watched as they moved their faces closer to his. He couldn't tell where specifically they were looking as their eyes had no pupils, being completely black. They leaned in and sniffed his skin; one made a pleased sound as the other gently licked his cheek with the tip of her tongue. Henry's eyebrows went up as the licking one purred to her sister who also took a lick. Then the first one slid her mouth over his in a caress. That sent sparks through his body and parts that were falling asleep woke once more. He felt Mab enjoying this new firmness as her hips began to rock and grind again. Then he had no brain cells left to acknowledge the Queen as the Succubus' caressing kiss deepened and her tongue was doing some... intensely sensual wrestling with his own. Her plump, soft lips locked on his, and that was pure heaven. She began to make little needful mew noises, and Henry reached maximum rigidity. He heard Mab's purrs and her breathing began to sound like she was panting as well.