Satyr Play 03 Pt. 01

Soft music was playing, and the artist was singing in a language that teased his brain.

A small kitchen was tucked into the corner, and heavenly scents were floating out its door.

"Something smells wonderful!" Henry said with a wide smile.

"Thank you, Henry!" Siobhan said, preening as if he'd just complimented her. Henry glanced at her in surprise, then gave her a raised brow as she giggled.

"How went your big meeting today?" she asked over her shoulder as she went to the kitchen to chill the wine.

Henry nodded to himself. "Camila said it was a success, so that's good enough for me."

"That's wonderful! Give me a sec and make yourself comfortable."

Henry sat on the sofa and took in the art around the room. Beautiful seashells, surf-polished glass, some rough but interesting stones, and photos of wild coastlines with rustic cottages on hillsides. And sheep. He spotted several small plush sheep dolls scattered throughout the apartment.

Siobhan returned from the kitchen, and Henry turned his face to her. "Sheep?"

She blushed as her eyes darted around to touch on the members of her flock. "Yes, they remind me of my childhood."

"Ireland?" he asked, nodding towards the picture of the hillside cottage.

Her smile softened as she nodded.

"Do you go back?" he asked.

She shook her head, and her smile became a little sad. "Nothing to go back to. My parents have passed on, and I've no other family left in Ireland. After I left, I lived with relatives in a small village on Canada's east coast for a few years. Then I set off on my own to go to University in Montreal for three years. Finally, I moved here and got a job at VRL. The rest is history." Henry grinned at her. "Dinner's ready. Come on."

She led him over to the small table and got him seated. Then she went back into the kitchen. She returned moments later with the bottle of wine and a corkscrew, setting both down before him.

"Uh, I've never uncorked a wine bottle before," Henry admitted sheepishly.

"You bring them but don't open them? For shame! I'll teach you in a moment," she said with a cheeky smile as she headed back to the kitchen.

Henry examined the bottle and the tools while he waited. Soon enough, she arrived with their dinner plates. The scent instantly made Henry's mouth water.

"Oh, man! I must be hungrier than I thought as I'm about to drool over the place settings. That smells incredibly good!" he exclaimed.

She curtsied while holding a plate in each hand, then set them down on the table.

Henry smiled as he admired the plate of delicious-looking angel hair pasta with the pan-seared scallops and shrimp. He spotted button mushrooms and peas, maybe some chopped shallots and diced garlic as well. He had to swallow again as his fingers itched to pick up the fork and dig in.

Instead, as promised, Siobhan took her seat and directed Henry on the art of opening a corked wine bottle.

She sighed as he poured a little wine into a glass for her to taste. "It's a shame, really, but this skill may soon no longer be needed. Screw top bottles are taking over. The tradition of uncorking will be lost."

Henry just gave her a sympathetic look, though the screw top idea sounded acceptable to him.

She smiled as she swallowed the wine. "Excellent choice, Henry!" He poured more into her glass and some into his.

He chuckled. "I'll be sure to tell the salesman in the wine shop he has good taste." He lifted his glass and smiled at the beauty. "To good friends, a great meal, and success in your future!"

She smiled and nodded to him as she touched his glass with hers. They sipped as they smiled at each other.

"I never got a chance to ask you how you like your new job in the Marketing department," Henry said as he lifted his fork.

"Oh, I love it! It's so much more fulfilling than working in the assistant pool. I really get to flex my creative side," she said with a happy sigh.

Henry took a bite, and his taste buds cried out in ecstasy. He savored the first bite until he was forced to swallow. "This is delicious!!!" he exclaimed, and Siobhan grinned happily as she enjoyed a forkful herself.

When Henry recovered from his first bite, he caught Siobhan's eye.

"It was your idea to update our marketing materials with information about our improved security, wasn't it," he said with a grin.

She put an innocent expression on her face. "Not if you're speaking to Mr. Duncan, it wasn't. I heard he was less than pleased with the idea."

Henry chuckled. "Yeah, when I backed Rosalind's request, he wasn't too happy with me either. I've been keeping an eye on the traffic, and while there has been an uptick in suspect connections, no real threats have emerged yet. I assume this message was also added to our website?"

Siobhan's look of pride was unmistakable. "Yes, and they've even let me assist with designing the website's look and feel. That's what I love the most in my new job!"

"The truly fortunate are those who work at what they love," he said with a sigh, then caught Siobhan grinning at him. He smiled self-consciously. "I-I think I read that on a greeting card once."

They enjoyed their meal and the wine, but Henry refused a top-up on his glass as they finished up. "I can only have one a day."

"You're a cheap drunk?" she grinned.

"The cheapest!" he blurted, and she giggled. "I don't understand why my tolerance for alcohol is so minimal."

"There's nothing wrong with getting a little relaxed, Henry," the brunette gently teased.

"I agree, but when I get really drunk, which doesn't seem to take too much, my mind gets tugged out of my body, and it goes on a walkabout. That's what Tish calls it."

Siobhan's eyes widened. "You have an out of body experience? Where does it take you?" She pictured floating above the city and maybe circling the Statue of Liberty, which was pretty close to his condo.

Henry sighed. "Well, I've orbited the planet... uh, I lost track of how many times. I visited Kansas once, a mountaintop somewhere in China, and most recently, I was in Kuwait City." His smile became a little brittle. He had to pull his thoughts away from that. Far away.

Siobhan was stunned. That was... much too far to be separated from your body. Her mouth opened and closed. She wasn't sure what to say.

"Actually, the farthest I've been was to the world of Wild Magic... though I'm not sure if you can measure the distance as I'm told it's just another dimension overlaying our own. An alternate Earth, I suppose," he pondered on that, oblivious to the shock on his dinner companion's face.

"Henry, it shouldn't be possible for you to be that far away from your body," Siobhan said quietly.

He looked at her and saw she seemed upset. He reached out and placed his hand over hers. "There is so much happening to me and around me that I can't explain and can't control. It's the damn magic. I don't want it, but I don't have any choice about that either. I really don't like leaving my body behind when I go flitting around the sky. I feel even less in control than I usually do.

"Can you feel the magic?" she asked with a strange enthusiasm.

He watched her as he shook his head and saw she seemed to be coming to a decision about something.

"Selkies can," she almost blurted.

He realized this was the thing she hadn't wanted to say in his office. He wondered why she had now.

She pushed on. "We're connected to its flow. Just as we can feel the currents of the oceans we swim in, the currents in the magic that touches... everything around us, speak to us. We can pick up on the location of Humans moving through it untouched. We feel conduits like us absorbing it, slowing the current by the smallest increments. I'm always amazed no one else can feel wielders bending the flow to their will and altering its course." She saw Henry was listening with interest and flashed a quick smile at him. "Since my change, I can't feel that sensation anymore. I miss it. I didn't realize how much I'd come to depend on it. I'm hoping the loss is due to my transformation being incomplete." She caught Henry's look of worry and raised a hand. "I know. Its loss may be permanent. The Wild Magic changed me in incredible ways, and my new state is such an improvement over how it used to be, but if there's any chance that I might be able to get that ability back, I'd like to try."

He still has a look of concern on his face. "What is it, Henry?"

"This current of magic, now that I think about it, I have felt it."

Siobhan's eyes widened excitedly. "When?"

He nodded as his mind went back to his most recent experience. "It was when I was out of body. My mind floated up into the sky, and the magic was drawing me around the world." He looked into her eyes. "How strong was the current you felt?"

Her eyes took on a dreamy quality. "The pace of the current changes. It rushes then ebbs. It's mostly a gentle flow."

He shrugged as there was no way to compare their experiences with exact accuracy as it was subjective. "When I was up in the sky, the Wild Magic felt more like a raging river. I couldn't fight it. I just let it take me where it wanted to go. Maybe down here, it will be calmer."

Siobhan's expression told him she was not in the slightest deterred by his words.

Henry nodded. "Anything you need-- I'll do-- uh, sure." His face felt hot, and Siobhan giggled at his flustered state. "How-how should we begin?" he asked.

She stood and held out a hand to him. He took it as he stood and let her draw him into the small living room. As he watched her curiously, she had him help her move the coffee table to open the space, and then she put on some slow music. "How about we start off with a dance?" she said softly.

He grinned self-consciously and nodded. "That sounds great."

He took her in his arms, and they began to sway gently. "You and Marisa seem to enjoy going to dance clubs."

She glanced up with a crooked smile and saw he was just curious. "Yes, it's fun to dance, and teasing the Romeos is even more fun. Marisa does it to feed, as well, but I'm just looking for a quick tumble in the sheets. A lady needs a little stress relief once in a while."

Henry snorted as he contemplated how often he was being used for stress relief these days.

Siobhan pulled back slightly to look up at his face in false outrage. "What? Don't you think women enjoy casual flings, too!"

"Uh, you do know who you're talking to, right?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "The one thing I'm very aware of is the sex drive of my female friends." His expression suddenly froze with remorse. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! That was an overshare."

Siobhan burst into delighted laughter and clung to him. "Ah, Henry. You're so charming!"

They swayed to the music, enjoying the feel of their bodies touching. Siobhan purred as she enjoyed squeezing his muscular body. She recalled being pressed up against Stanley's chest in an elevator with Marisa pressed up against his back. Stanley had been a much smaller man. She marveled at the difference between the two sizes of the same man.

She tilted her face up to ask him about it when his lips found hers. Sparks shot from their kiss to all the tingly places on her body. She wanted to laugh in surprise and delight, but this felt too good. She pressed herself harder against his muscles and felt him respond most wonderfully. Something was waking and pressing against her insistently.

His lips never leaving hers, Henry scooped Siobhan up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom door. She had to admit, her head was beginning to spin a little with how his passion was thrilling her. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and found his. He sucked on it gently as his tongue caressed hers. She felt that like a live wire touching her most intimate place.

When he set her down on her feet next to the bed, she began tugging frantically at his shirt. She had to get him naked.

Henry pulled back from the kiss with a smile on his lips as he took over the task of stripping his glamored clothes away with a thought. Siobhan giggled as she stopped to admire his muscles. Her hands immediately went to them, and she touched the hard slabs of muscle on his chest, then slid down to feel the trembling of this stomach.

"Oh, aren't you beautiful..." she sighed softly.

His fingers touched her chin to tilt her face up to his so he could taste her mouth again. She swooned slightly but felt his big hands settle on the skin of her back. Somehow, the buttons of her shirt had come undone, and it was on the floor, resting on top of her skirt.

Henry's fingers fumbled only slightly when undoing her bra strap, then it too was at her feet and her breasts her being cradled in his strong hands. She gasped and leaned against them as he continued to tease and thrill her lips.

Finally, she remembered she'd been tugging at his pants for a reason, so she gently pushed his chest to break the kiss. With a cheeky grin, she looked down, and there it was, exactly as she recalled it when she saw him in his old bedroom with Camila, Sigrid, and Marisa. The pleasing shape and size were before her, but this time it was for her alone—their first time.

Before he could move, she dropped to her knees. She took a moment to take in the sight of his naked body, then she wrapped her fingers around the hard and hot skin of his cock.

"Ahhh, that feels good!" Henry sighed.

She chuckled then stroked her tongue along the bottom of his cock, all the way from the base to the tip, as he gasped. She wanted to tease him more, but her need overruled her.

She took him in her mouth and forced it deeper and deeper until it reached the back of her throat. She was becoming so fucking turned on; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. She stroked him in and out of her mouth as she felt his muscles trembling.

The moment she pulled him free of her mouth, he lifted her in his arms once more. He settled her down on the bed gently, then he was over her, his wonderful lips kissing and caressing their way down her body. She cooed and gasped as he found all the most sensitive places, and her need for him surged. He surprised her when he stroked her pussy lips with his tongue then firmly kissed her clit. Her hips rose off the mattress as she sucked in a deep breath and grabbed his head to pull him tight against her.

His tongue was doing things to her that threatened to derail her mind. "Fook, you're good at that, Henry!" She lifted her head to look down her body to see the smile in his eyes as his tongue worked its magic across her tingling pussy. She dropped her head back as the intensity became too much. "Please, Henry! I need you now!"

He kissed his way up her body, spending a little extra time enjoying her nipples as her fingers tangled in his hair, then she felt the head of his cock resting against her wet opening. She sucked in a sharp breath as the heat surprised her.

She reached between them to take him in her hand. He felt so good as she stroked his heavy appendage against her lower lips. When he pushed forward, the head plunged inside.

"Ahhhh! Yes! That's it, Henry! Fook!"

Henry grinned happily down at her flushed face.

"What?" she gasped curiously.

"I love your accent!" he sighed as he changed the direction of his stroke to slowly draw himself out to the tip. Her heels slid up his legs to pull him back inside.

"What accent?" she asked with a crooked smile.

He raised an eyebrow and pushed in faster.

"FOOK!"

"That one," he teased.

"Less talking, more... that!"

"Your wish is my command," he said formally, and his hips sped up. Her eyes flashed wide for a moment, then her heels assisted his thrusts.

"Yes, Henry. That feels so good! Oh my GOD!" she exclaimed as his pelvis began to bump into hers at the bottom of each stroke.

She pulled him down to kiss him deeply with her arms wrapped around his back. His thrusts became more aggressive, and she gasped into his mouth as the bumping against her body was driving her closer and closer to her limit.

Henry was quickly losing control, as well. Her kiss was so sweet, and her body felt so good under his. He was trying not to crush her under his weight, but she was squeezing him so tight it was difficult to maintain his strokes. Finally, he had to resort to circular gyrations with his hips, which ground his pelvis against hers. Siobhan's lovely brown eyes shot wide.

"Now, Henry! Oh my God!" she cried out as she squeezed her arms and legs tighter around him. Her body began to spasm, and he felt her clamping down on his cock. That was enough to push him over the edge, and his release began. He was as deep as he was going to get.

Siobhan felt Henry's cum surging into her. Her body immediately began greedily soaking up the Wild Magic, and she felt its power. She reached with all of her willpower for what she'd lost, her perception of the magic around her.

The difference was subtle at first. Just a trickle of awareness, like a light breeze playing with her hair as it passed and the afterimage of a burst of color. "Henry! I can feel it again!" she cried softly.

She strained to open herself entirely and her body spasmed as a sudden burst of light, sound, scent, taste, and touch exploded against her defenses. Stunned, she was wide open now as her sixth sense was forced to accept a new frequency.

She realized Henry was right. This wasn't a calm and tranquil ebb and flow. It was a mighty river crashing against and leaping over obstacles, sweeping everything away with its boundless energy. The old magic was nothing compared to this!

The Wild Magic's energy soaked into every cell, and she felt herself almost glowing with the power. Then it was overflowing and spilling into the spaces between her cells. "Enough! S-s-s-stop!" she stammered.

Henry immediately pulled himself free of her body, and she took the next two splashed across her stomach before he was able to get a hand in front of his cock to catch the last one in his palm. He watched the woman squirmed on the bedsheets. Not knowing what to do, he hopped off the bed and rushed over to the small bathroom, where he quickly rinsed his hands. He grabbed a washcloth, soaked it in warm water, and hustled back to Siobhan to clean her off. He started with her stomach and moved down.

She gasped loudly when he pressed the washcloth between her legs and opened her eyes in shock.

Henry swore he saw tiny sparks of gold in her beautiful brown eyes. "Oh my! Henry! It's... so lovely!" she whispered in awe as she looked around the room.

He was more than a little worried about that. "You said you'd be able to feel the flow of magic. You said nothing about seeing it!"

She turned to look at him and squeaked as she closed her eyes tight. She turned her head away from him quickly.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Henry gasped.

"You! You're glowing like the sun!" she exclaimed. "Wait! Wait... I can control this. Give me a second," she said as she frowned in concentration.

Henry watched his friend taking slow, even breaths. He felt her body trembling, almost as if it was going to shake itself apart. This began to lessen as she controlled her breathing. Her head suddenly turned, and she flinched.

"What's wrong?" he said in concern and gently touched her shoulder.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" she cried out as she recoiled from his fingertips.

Henry was in full panic mode now. It was Marisa all over again. His causing her to overdose on Wild Magic remained one of his strongest regrets. How it seemed he'd hurt another of his friends!

"I'm so sorry, Siobhan! This was obviously a bad idea--"

"NO! No, Henry. It's going to be okay. I just need to learn how to control the input. So much! Every sense! Before, it was just a faint perception of the magic around me, but now I can see it. I feel it. You sound like a roaring bonfire, crackling with energy. You glow like the sun and smell delicious--"