Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Tish smiled from her comfy spot on the couch where she was nursing their daughter, Celeste, as she heard Henry return from work through the closet door.

“Honey! I’m home!” he called out like some old-timey sitcom husband.

The twins leapt up from their spot before the TV to charge out of the living room and into the hall. Tish slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh as she heard Henry’s grunt of surprise as two sexy Succubi jumped him in their highly excited state.

The nature channel was showing a special on the mating habits of large wild cats. Henry was in for a surprise.

He briefly appeared at the end of the hall, being tugged by the two females towards the bedroom. He cast her a look of bewilderment then he was gone.

Tish returned her attention to her child, who was almost finished with her dinner. She knew Henry would be late getting home this week as he’d been away so long.

Twenty minutes later, Henry walked into the living room in only his jammie bottoms. He smelled fresh from the shower, and she sighed happily as he cuddled in next to her. He kissed her with minty fresh breath, and she gave him a suspicious look. “Did you eat dinner?”

He nodded. “Yup, I finished the second half of the sub sandwich Marisa picked up for me at lunch.

“Hmmm… and that was enough?” she pushed.

He smiled. “I’ll have a big breakfast.” He fixed his eye on her. “Now, what the hell were Aadya and Maliha watching before I got home?”

“Lions mating.”

He gaped at her. “You can’t let Succubi watch sexy movies!”

She shrugged with a grin. “I didn’t find it sexy.”

He snorted in annoyance.

Tish decided to change the topic. “Listen, did Mahati speak to you about Kali?”

Henry shook his head slightly with a grin. “No, and now that you mention it, where is that troublemaker?” Tish couldn’t suppress the wince, and Henry’s smile dropped away. “What? What happened? Where is she?”

Tish put her hand on Henry’s and squeezed it gently. “We don’t know. She went missing the night of the Skyfall.”

Henry was immediately on his feet. “Why didn’t she tell me?” He thought back to all the time they’d spent together in Washington this past week when she might have told him but didn’t. “I need to speak with Mahati.”

Tish released his hand. “She said Kali had been preoccupied for a bit, and she often disappeared for periods of time. Not typically this long.”

Henry switched to his t-shirt and jeans glamor and pointed towards the front door.

Tish nodded. “Be really careful!”

He kissed her tenderly and smiled before leaving the condo to walk down to Mahati’s door. He knew she was a bit of a night owl, so she’d be awake. He knocked.

Moments later, she pulled the door open, and her smile slipped as she saw the look of concern on his face. “Henry. What-”

“Why didn’t you tell me Kali was missing?” he asked as he reached forward to take her hand in his.

She saw his concern for her plainly on his face as the warmth of his hand gave her butterflies in her tummy. She pulled him inside so she could close the door.

She led him to the sofa in her living room, and they sat.

“You had enough on your plate, and I have Roy looking into it for me,” the lawyer said gently.

Henry gave her a stern look. “When my friends are in need, I don’t care how much is on my plate. I need to help!”

Mahati’s eyes were locked on his, and once more, he was mesmerized by how lovely they were. He needed to change directions.

“Baba left my head full of her magic. Multiple lifetimes worth of it. Some I can’t and won’t look at as it would corrupt my mind beyond redemption. But some is very useful. There are tracking, and location spells available to me.”

Mahati looked at him in surprise, and a little hope appeared in her eyes.

Henry found a location spell in Baba’s memories that seemed promising. “I need something personal of Kali’s. The more connected she was to it, the better.” As Mahati rushed off to Kali’s bedroom to find the item, he examined the spell closer and felt its intent and purpose. Baba’s most recent use was also hinted at; an image of a diary belonging to a married politician’s young lover flashed in his mind. He suddenly felt a little squeamish having that knowledge as it seemed she wasn’t above blackmail and extortion to make people do what she wanted.

When Mahati returned from the bedroom, he lifted his hands, and she dropped something into them. It didn’t feel like a book. It was cold and metallic. He looked down into his palms and saw it was a gold chain. He frowned as his memories tickled his brain.

“She wore this every day. It was her favorite adornment,” Mahati said as her lips trembled.

One end had a piercing for an ear or nostril, but the other end’s piercing was more ornate, and he suddenly realized Kali wore this through her nipple. “Oh! Yes, this will work.”

He held Mahati’s eyes. “The spell first identifies if Kali is-” He stopped as Baba’s callous nature was tainting the magic. “Sorry. It seems I’ll have to be more careful in how I speak when using Baba’s spells.”

Mahati’s eyes widened. “Her mannerisms are bound to the magic?”

Henry nodded as his face warmed up while his mind scanned over his knowledge of her spells. “I hadn’t noticed before, but some of her… frequently used spells have her imprint on them.”

Mahati frowned in concern. “If using the magic puts you in any danger, maybe it’s not a good idea.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He shook his head. “Vigilance is the price of freedom. I can’t turn my back on something that might help a friend. I just need to be cautious of her influence.” He rolled his neck to loosen the muscles. “As I was about to say, the initial level of the spell forms a link between the object and the owner but only if the owner is… capable. I won’t do this unless you want to know.”

She bit her lip and nodded. Henry could tell she was frightened, but she pushed through it. He smiled at her and nodded. He moved back from her on the couch a little and concentrated on the chain in his hands. He opened his mind to the sensations coming from the jewelry and linked himself to the old magic in the bones of his right ring finger. This spell only worked with the old magic.

He suddenly felt the tug of the piercing on his nipple and the tingles that sent through her body. Their perceptions were blending! These… were Kali’s sensations, not his, but he felt them. She gasped, and he felt the air in his lungs, the excruciating pain in her body, the cold steel of the handcuffs and the fire in his wrists, and finally, her sudden awareness of his mind in hers. He felt her desperate hope surge.

“I’m coming,” he whispered to her. He knew where she was.

Henry released the spell and opened his eyes. Mahati was watching him with a mix of hope and dread on her face.

“She’s alive,” he said, and Mahati burst into relieved tears.

“Give me a minute,” he said stiffly as he stood and walked into Kali’s bedroom, stopping in the door to look back at Mahati. “Don’t come in here until I say it’s safe.” He saw her confusion at first, then she nodded. He closed the door.

Kali was in danger. She was being tortured, and she desperately wanted to go home, but she was in restraints. He reached for another spell from Baba’s memory. It was like the Magic Door, but it moved the caster. He looked at Kali’s closet door and memorized it and its location. Then he dropped his glamor.

Wrapping his left hand around his right ring finger, he recalled how he used this gesture to communicate with his daughter. A stab of pain went through his chest at the memory of Baba’s betrayal and his loss. It would take time to fully heal.

He took some deep breaths, then cleared his mind and called up the translocation spell. His finger ached from the demand he was making on the magic within it, but he pushed through. He pulled up Kali’s location and launched the spell. His stomach twisted then a sharp pain struck across his shoulders as he heard a high-pitched scream.

He was standing in a dimly lit concrete block room. It was damp and cold and stank of shit, piss, sweat, blood, and fear. His shoulders were on fire from the sharp blow he’d taken, but he hadn’t been the intended recipient of the bullwhip strike, so he’d been inside its reach, diminishing the power. Before him, Kali was chained to the wall with two pairs of handcuffs linking her arms to rings bolted to the concrete walls. Her arms were spread wide, and she was struggling to support herself on the coiled muscle of her tail.

Her glamor was gone.

In a glance, he took in countless scars on her body, and the bruising on her upper body, teeth marks on her breasts. He felt the whip coming at his back again, so he spun and grabbed the braided leather out of the air and yanked.

The man who’d held the other end stumbled forward and fell onto his stomach. He was large and thick-bodied, but he was currently covered in black studded leather from head to foot. Not an inch of skin was exposed. The leather hood, jacket, pants, and boots were crisscrossed with straps and buckles. Henry found they made excellent grips as he lifted the man by the straps on his back and slammed him down against the concrete floor repeatedly until he heard whimpers.