Satyr Play 02 Pt. 02

When the Succubus pulled back from the kiss, she stared at her sister across Henry's chest. Something passed between them as the second one quickly leaned over to kiss Henry too. She was a little more forceful than her sister, but Henry was immediately caught up in her passion and moaned into the kiss. She made mewing noises as her sister had. She tugged on his arm to slide his hand under her body.

Henry jolted when he felt the hot, slick softness of her wet pussy pressing against his fingers. When his other hand was pressed up against the wet opening of the other Succubus, Mab lifted his cock to position it for entry. It was suddenly too much, and the pheromone glands tingled fiercely, and his heat exploded out along his limbs.

The twins cried out as Henry slid a thick finger into each of them as they inhaled his pheromones. Their heat burst forth as well as they clung feverishly to his arms.

Under the triple onslaught of their scents, Mab lost strength in her legs and dropped onto Henry's pelvis, driving his cock deep into her body. She soundlessly screamed as the sensation of being filled beyond capacity overwhelmed her. Mab held very still, but she could still feel Henry's powerful heartbeat deep within herself. Even that felt like too much, so she willed herself to remain calm and more importantly, not to move.

Henry's mind was threatening to leave his body. The two Succubi were alternating between kissing him and teasing his nipples. He wasn't so much into the nipple play, but they were so incredibly excited there wasn't much he could do to stop them. He was pumping two fingers into each of them now, and from the sweet noises they made, as they struggled to kiss him, he knew they loved his attentions. He smiled at one when she pulled back from his lips, and she paused before giving him a sweet, shy smile. Then he lost view of her as her sister claimed his mouth with hers.

When Mab began to move, he moaned, and his hips began to lift. It felt too good. He caught her eye between kisses and saw a deep satisfaction in them. When the bed started to move, he thought he might be hallucinating, but he saw Mab leaning slightly to compensate for the turning of the bed. Then he saw the whole bed was lowering towards the floor and realized they were descending into the fourth floor. That's all he had time to observe as Mab began to rise and fall on his cock with vigor. Soon, her pale skin was gleaming with her sweat.

The twins resumed their kissing, and he felt their inner walls pulsing and squeezing his fingers as they came explosively. The one not sucking on his tongue began nibbling at his ear, and his mind soared away.

The heat continued to pour from his body, and the Succubi contributed to that as well.

He was in heaven but descending into.... what?

-=-

Roy was the first one to detect the flood. Lifting his sensitive nose, he took a careful sniff and reeled back. He looked to Sigrid and Camila. "Pheromones! Powerful ones, coming from above."

Sigrid took the scent as well and locked eyes with Roy. "It's Henry... and something else."

Camila noticed the guests closer to the center of the room were beginning to pull their clothes off and make their way to the closest circular sofa.

"I'm feeling very strange," Meixiu moaned as her pale skin began to flush.

Sigrid's brows came down as she realized Henry's heat was getting stronger. She licked her lip as it was pushing her will harder than it had before.

"These effects are caused by Henry's pheromones?" Mahati gasped as she unbuttoned the top few buttons on her blouse and struggled to keep herself from climbing onto the sofa pit.

"Shit! It's all I can do to stay in disguise and not ravish someone!" Camila muttered, visibly trembling.

"It has to be Mab. She's intensifying the pheromones somehow," Roy said through clenched teeth.

By now the effects were being felt right to the edges of the large room. The servants were being pulled onto the sofa platforms to be ravished by, or to ravish the guests there. The Fae seemed to be equally affected.

While the Humans were particularly sensitive to the pheromones, Roy saw the Council members succumb to them one after another with Lise-Anne being the last to maintain her dignity before climbing onto one of the sofas to tumble around with the occupants found there. He looked to Sigrid, puzzled. "Why are we able to resist?"

"It has to be the Wild Magic. It's stronger than the old magic. That might mean Mab is messing with Henry's heat, maybe boosting it with her magic."

Mahati looked distinctly embarrassed, uncomfortable, and desperate as she squirmed next to Roy.

"We're rather conspicuous, being the only ones still on our feet," Roy noted.

There was a sudden sound coming from above like delicate glass bells tinkling. Something in the center of the ceiling was descending.

Roy swept his arms out and gathered the women to his chest and pulled them to the shadows next to the side of one of the sofas. They were close enough to the center of the room to have a clear view of the circular platform slowly descending. It was spinning gently as it dropped, giving everyone a good show. The first thing they were able to see was a four-poster bed. Lit with invisible spotlights, this was another bit of magical trickery.

When Mab came into view, her flushed pale skin gleamed with sweat under the lights. She had her eyes closed tight as she energetically rode atop her currently hidden partner.

Camila pushed against Roy to give herself a little space. Her face reddened as she tingled where he'd pressed against her. She cast a look at Sigrid whose only sign of being affected was a slight beading of sweat on her forehead and upper lip. Mahati's control was gone. Clinging to Roy, she was desperately grinding against him. He gave Camila a concerned glance, but there was nothing for it. They had no antidote for this.

Then she realized she couldn't see Meixiu. Glancing over the back of the sofa, she saw the young vampire straddling actor Zack Effram and riding him hard. Camila looked incredulously at Sigrid, but she just rolled her eyes and shrugged.

Roy was keeping his eyes on the platform as wave after wave of pheromones spread out over the gathering. Moans and cries of ecstasy rose from every corner of the room. The intensity was increasing, and some of the calls sounded almost desperate. He held Mahati close and let her find her pleasure against the hard muscles of his leg.

The platform was now low enough to see Mab wasn't the only one on the bed with Henry. Two red skinned Succubi were writhing on either side of Henry.

"NO!" Camila hissed in outrage. "Ferals?!?" Her eyes widened as she took in their distinct coloration. She immediately recognized them for what they were. She also now knew the source of the heightened pheromones. It was a blending of heat from the three of them.

Sigrid gave her friend a worried look.

Camila shook her head in embarrassment and tried to get control over her anger and her loose tongue as she looked away. Ferals weren't something Succubi talked about, especially outside their race.

The fact that Mab had a set of twins and likely kept them as pets was beyond repugnant! It also broke the treaty the Queen had with the Succubi!

What was that crazy bitch up to?!?

-=-

The platform finally reached the dais in the center of the room where the DJ had been moments before. A subtle shield spell activated on the dais to keep visitors away. From the inside, the light outside the shield grew dimmer then the inner surface became a domed mirror giving an amplified and distorted view of the bed. When the lowering stopped, Mab realized she was reaching her limit. She looked down at Henry to see if he was close, but she couldn't see him past her pets.

She snapped out a sound, and they should have leapt from the bed. Instead, they looked to her and bared their fangs as they clung to Henry's arms! They'd bonded with him!

Trying to hide her rage from Henry she flicked her hands, and the two Succubi were flung from the bed in either direction to tumble off the platform. The energy field angrily snapped as they passed through it and, unconscious, they slid across the floor to crash up against the nearby sofas.

Henry blinked up at Mab, and she bit her lip in relief as she could see he was desperately close himself.

She prepared her master spell, the trigger on the tip of her tongue. Then she swooped down and kissed Henry deeply as she tugged on his arm to indicate he should be on top. Henry followed her wishes, and she grunted as the extra pressure pushed him even deeper inside. They both gasped as they ground together. His hips twitched then began to move on their own, long but fast strokes, pounding her against the mattress.

"YES! HENRY, YES!" she cried.

"I'm gonna cum! I need to pull out!"

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Mab roared as her rage slipped her control.

Henry rocked back and almost pulled free. "It's... dangerous!" he mumbled, as he looked into her eyes.

She closed them and pulled at his hips to force him deep once more. Once she bottled up her emotions, she allowed herself to speak. "I- I told you. It's safe. Fuck me... please."

Still a little unsettled he began to thrust once more as she clung to him tightly.

Mab felt it approaching. She hadn't felt this good in a very long time. "yessss... harder!"

Henry was right there, but he could tell Mab needed a little more so he grit his teeth and followed her instructions. Soon he was back to pounding her against the bed, and her smile was back.

"That's it! I- fu- cum! Now!" Mab's eyes flew open as she felt the pressure break and ecstasy exploded through her body.

Henry cried out as he felt her begin to tremble and he released his control. He erupted deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum in surge after surge. His heat finally broke, and Mab's cries turned into gibberish sounds. He looked down at her in concern, worried the Wild Magic had affected her brain.

But she was looking up at him with glowing green eyes and the strange words were coming out of her mouth faster and faster, the pitch of her voice rising as well until it was just a high pitched whine. There was a massive flash of light, amplified by the mirrored dome surrounding them and a shockwave blew Henry up and backward. His outspread wrists struck something to become pinned as his ankles became tangled as well. When his head cleared, he found himself suspended between the two large posts at the foot of the bed, his arms and legs tightly bound by thick vines growing from the wooden pillars. Before him, Mab looked far more comfortable suspended in a hammock swing made of the same fibrous cables between the posts at the head of the bed. An aura of the green healing light surrounded her, and he could feel himself drawing it in rapidly for her. She faced him with her legs spread and raised slightly. She quickly twitched, and her expressions were flashing by on her face like she was moving in fast motion. He frowned as he didn't understand what was going on. None of this had ever happened before, so it had to be something Mab was controlling, but what?

Then he glanced up and noticed the thin tendrils of silver light bleeding from his horns up to the mirrored surface of the dome. That surface had changed its shape to reflect some of that light through the green aura to touch the top of Mab's head. He couldn't tell where the rest of the light was going.

His eyes finally locked onto an unusual motion. It was Mab's tummy. It was growing, and a sick horror filled him.

She was making a baby. And it was his.

Chapter 43

Marisa surfaced from her sleep and saw Nate sitting and dozing next to her bench. He had an arm resting across her protectively. She recalled their previous night's activities and smiled. He was a very skilled lover, and with no danger of altering her with his essence, he was finally able to relax and enjoy it thoroughly. They hadn't used a condom and Nate was so expressive about how amazing she was, she finally had to kiss him to shut him up. She chuckled at the memory, and his head popped up as he looked to her.

"What? Are you ok?" he asked in concern.

"I'm fine. Feeling better even," Marisa said with a smile. She spotted Tish walking over in her Human disguise with a smile on her face, so she sat up. Nate stood and stretched the kinks out of his back.

"How are you feeling?" the tall brunette asked gently.

Marisa nodded. "I feel fine. Just a little tired. Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure."

Sandy came running over, and Marisa couldn't get over how different she looked with Human hair. She already saw Kesini as an integral part of the blonde. Her bestie Dayshia was walking over at a more sedate pace speaking with Mary and Michelle. Once they were all gathered around, Sandy glanced around then leaned in to whisper. "What's the second trigger for?"

Tish and Dayshia leaned in a little closer as well. The others were listening curiously too.

"It's for a shield spell to protect you against offensive magic attacks. It probably won't block spells from master level wielders like Queen Mab or Baba Yaga but anyone less, most definitely." She looked to Mary whose expression showed her disappointment. "I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you but I'm not a wielder, and I could only sneak it in while the Fae mages bound their glamor spells." She looked to the other three. "It's best to keep it a secret until you need it." She looked back to Mary. "In a magic attack, stay behind one of these three."

"Magic attack. Like we'd recognize it happening," Mary snorted, and Marisa acknowledged her point with a small smile and a shrug.

"Company," Michelle quietly said as Ikehorn approached.

They turned to look at the Fae who bowed slightly to them. Tish spoke first.

"You're the one who healed me with Henry?" she asked, her expression guarded.

He paused and looked to her with a sorrowful expression. He cleared his throat. "I'm also the one who orchestrated the plan to have you and your friends injured to ensure Henry's cooperation in the Queen's plan."

"Which is?" Marisa asked.

He looked to her but shook his head. "I don't know." He looked back to Tish and bowed deeply. "My apologies for the pain I caused you and your friends."

Marisa's eyebrows went up. "I've never heard a Fae apologize... for anything!"

Ikehorn looked to her again. "Yes, well... I've changed."

Marisa smiled. "Henry changed you."

Stiffly, Ikehorn nodded. Then he frowned. "In strange and significant ways. I- I'm finding myself questioning my previous behavior and regretting much. It's... difficult to process."

"You heal people now. Compassion is a necessary attribute for that. A conscience leads to empathy," Marisa said gently.

He nodded then frowned nervously. "This change has not pleased the Queen."

"Which brings us back to her plans for him. I think we should go attend this party to see if he needs any assistance," Marisa said as she stood.

The others traded nervous glances, especially Michelle, but they followed Marisa and Ikehorn to the double doors. Before they arrived, the ceiling pulsed once with a silver light.

Ikehorn looked up in surprise. "That shouldn't be possible. The floors are supposed to be isolated. Magic shouldn't be able to bleed from one to the next."

They turned to the doors, but two of Mab's security goons stepped in front of them to block their way.

"Too late to join the party now," one growled with a sneer on his lips. Ikehorn looked to the other and saw intelligence in its eyes and discomfort in its expression. Just following orders.

"We need to go see if Henry is ok," Sandy insisted.

Dayshia dropped her glamor and allowed her eyes to return to their new natural state. She gaped at the massive Ogre Sandy was facing off against, and her mouth went dry.

"The doors only open for us and we're not opening them for you. Go sit down," it growled.

Unable to look away from the brute Dayshia reached out a hand blindly to pull Sandy back, but the blonde stepped forward into the guard's personal space.

"You aren't hearing me. We need to go see Henry, now," the small blonde said firmly.

The Ogre's minimal patience ran out, and he swung a big backhand at Sandy as Dayshia sucked in a terrified breath. Kesini snapped forward to intercept the slap and grabbed the Ogre's arms, legs, and throat to slam him up against the door he'd been blocking. He struggled, but he couldn't move. As his air slowly ran out his rage turned to fear.

Sandy turned her head to face the other guard who just stood blinking at the small being before him. Dayshia suddenly realized he couldn't see Kesini as Sandy was still wearing her glamor.

There was a solid knock on the door behind the frozen guard. He glanced at the door then back to Sandy. She tilted her head to indicate he should open it. So, he did.

Standing in the doorway was an old woman. She was deeply wrinkled, her body bent and weathered with age, and her peasant's dress was soft, worn and faded. For all her apparent age, her eyes held a fearful strength.

"Baba Yaga!" Marisa gasped.

Sandy's eyes widened. "You're Henry's Baba? He misses you so much!"

The old woman frowned. "He's a fool, then," she insisted, but there was no bite to her words.

She looked curiously at the guard pinned up against the door gasping out his last breaths.

"Oh!" Sandy said, realizing what Kesini was about to do. The guard suddenly launched from the door to sail over their heads and crash to the floor halfway across the room where he lay still. Sandy dropped her glamor, and Kesini was visible once more.

"A Gorgon? I haven't seen one of your kind in a very long time," Baba said with interest. She then looked to Dayshia who was doing her best to not look at her. "Face me," the old witch snapped.

Dayshia felt the compulsion and involuntarily looked to her. She sucked in a breath then relaxed as she only saw an old woman. Baba was either preventing her from seeing beneath a façade, or she was what she appeared to be. "I'm not familiar with your race, but truth seeing is a dangerous gift to give to someone so young. Practice caution and discretion. Keep what you see to yourself." Dayshia nodded shakily.

Tish dropped her glamor, and Baba's eyes widened. She opened and closed her mouth a few times as something passed behind her ancient eyes. Then her jaw snapped shut as Baba turned her face away for a moment. Turning back to Marisa, she was frowning. "Where is the boy! Someone is meddling with power they should not!"

Marisa moved closer and pointed up. "Queen Mab's thrown a party, and he's preventing us from joining it." She indicated the remaining guard.

Baba considered the Ogre, and it dropped its glamor too. Sandy, Tish, and Mary gasped. The old witch smiled. "You're surprisingly civil and cooperative for one of your kind," she said.

"That's his fault!" the Ogre grumbled, pointing a thick finger at Ikehorn.

"Meddling Fae," Baba snapped angrily, but Tish stepped between them, closed her eyes, and activated her magic shield. The old witch frowned and noted the strength of the defense. It wouldn't stop her, but it would take a vast amount of energy to get through. Baba needed to save that for Mab if required.

"Please. He's a healer now," Tish pleaded slowly opening her eyes.

Baba noted the shocked expression on the Fae's face. He hadn't expected the Satyr to protect him.

"Can we go see Henry now?" Sandy asked.

The witch sighed in frustration but nodded. She looked to the Ogre. "Lead me to him." The guard just nodded and left the room to head for the stairs. The witch followed with everyone else rushing to keep up.

Ikehorn touched Tish's arm as he walked next to her. She glanced at him. "Why?" It was all he could manage through his tight throat.