Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Eleanor gave Raymond a nervous look as this was far more daring than they’d been in a long time. She was a little rusty when it came to being adventurous. She’d become downright risk-averse.

Raymond parked the car on a small patch of grass next to the road a few hundred feet up the hill then they all got out.

It was adventure time. Meixiu seemed to fade into the darkness and was gone.

“Meixiu?” Eleanor called out but heard only the breeze in return.

“I’m getting too old for this shit,” Raymond grumbled as he set off down the hill with Eleanor smirking at his side.

“You and me both!” she said. “Maybe we should leave this to the youngsters.”

“I believe Meixiu may be older than us,” he whispered as they got closer to the gate.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, you know,” Eleanor grumbled, equally quiet. They leapt over the fence and kept to the shadows as they rushed towards the forest at the back of the property. She shot an annoyed look at her husband.

Dammit, she was a doctor, not a commando!

-=-

Roy knew he was driving into a trap, but he really didn’t have a choice. He’d received a call from one of Carl’s lieutenants stating they had one of his people who’d stepped out of thin air into an alley a block away from VRL.

The only one he knew with that ability was Henry. Somehow the boy had escaped the detainment center and had immediately fallen into the hands of Carl’s men. That also sounded like Henry’s luck.

He glanced over at Mary, who was fidgeting due to the stored energy in her body. She’d sparred with the team, not striking any blows of her own, so she’d built up quite the charge.

In the backseat, Sigrid was calmly taking in the view of the dockyards they were driving into. She claimed to be almost fully charged as well.

Roy’s team was deployed around the neighborhood to contain the invaders. They wouldn’t come any closer unless Roy ordered them to. The packs from the neighboring territories were on standby as well, as he’d informed their leaders of this move.

He was feeling pretty good himself, so he hoped between the three of them in this car, they were a sufficient force to deal with whatever this Lieutenant had cooked up for them. Carl might have been the one who was setting up the ambush, but it really wasn’t the man’s style to let others do his talking.

They pulled up to the warehouse he’d been directed to and saw it was pretty run down. Carl had apparently purchased the property in preparation for his incursion into Roy’s territory. It wasn’t much, but it was a toe in the door.

They got out of the car, and Roy scented the air. It was foul from the water and the garbage left on the property, and this covered most of the invaders’ scents, but he still detected the pong of an alpha radiating his dominance. So, he was here. Carl was such a tool.

He looked to the others. “Carl is on site. He’s mine. Don’t interfere with our fight. His pack needs to see their leader defeated to restore order.”

“I can’t promise I won’t kill him if it doesn’t go your way,” Sigrid stated bluntly.

“I’ll help her do it,” Mary stated.

Roy snorted. “Let’s hope for the best then,” he said with a scowl and caught the little smirk on Sigrid’s lips.

“A million laughs,” he sighed under his breath as he pulled the door open.

They walked through the outer offices, which were all empty with debris scattered on the floor. The building hadn’t been used for a long time. There was a scent of dust and decay, and there was a feeling of despair about the office area. It didn’t strike any of them as ever having been a happy place.

Pushing through the double doors at the end of the hallway, they entered the cavernous space of the warehouse itself. The ceiling was lost to the darkness, as were the far walls. Ahead, in the middle of that dark open area, was a small figure taped to a chair. A spotlight on a stand was set up to shine on the chair from behind, leaving the man in silhouette from the backlighting. They could see his head was slumped forward.

Roy relaxed slightly as he saw the man’s shoulders weren’t as broad as Henry’s, so it wasn’t him. Still, the comment about him stepping out of thin air was curiously specific to something Henry could do.

Two larger men stepped forward to flank the man in the chair. They were heavily muscled, so Roy assumed these were two of Carl’s goons. A third stepped forward and walked to stand before the three. He was slimmer but tall. He addressed Roy.

“Mr. Duncan. I’m Keith le Brère, Mr. De Bellisle’s personal secretary. Thank you for joining us in this humble location.” He gestured to the warehouse. “We intercepted this one on his way to you. He had a message for you, one he said you would be very keen to get. The location of your pet Satyr.”

“I’m here. I’ll take that message,” Roy said stiffly.

A second spot turned on, finally illuminating the man tied to the chair. He was a bloody mess. He had bandages over his ears, one eye, and his nose. His hands were both wrapped in bloody rags.

“Unfortunately, the effort to extract this information became a little too aggressive as the interrogator’s friends were murdered in their attempt to capture the Satyr.” He gestured to the bloody man in the chair. “He’s no longer able to deliver the information, but not to worry, we got it. Our team should be arriving at any moment to extract him.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Sigrid’s cell vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. “A message from Meixiu,” she explained to Roy casually.

“Can it wait?” Roy asked.

“I should probably listen to it,” Sigrid sighed.

The tall slim secretary was annoyed by their disregarding him. When Roy turned his face back to him, he saw he was being glared at. He looked to the damaged man. Henry had likely been involved in opening the tear. Roy needed to get this young man to safety. “Are we done with the theatrics?” he said wearily.

“FUCK, you’re so god damned ARROGANT!”

The voice was loud and rasping, and its source stomped out of the shadows behind the spotlight.

Roy controlled his reaction when Carl stepped forward and became visible. The man wasn’t using a glamor. Gone were his chiseled good looks and trim, muscular form. In their place was a blunt face with a prominent brow ridge, sunken eyes, a broad, flattened nose, a jutting jaw with jagged, crooked teeth, and a thick stocky body. He looked like a primitive and violent brute, not the polished businessman image he’d developed over the decades. He was wrapped in a rough robe as his body was visibly larger as well. His voice matched his new visage.

“Roy, it’s time for you to realize you were never meant to lead. You don’t have the drive. You don’t have the ambition. You don’t have the strength!” Carl laughed at what he took for a confused look on Roy’s face.

Roy shook his head in disgust. “You still don’t have a clue about what it takes to be a pack leader these days. Your mind is trapped in the past. You’re unable to change with the times. You don’t care about your pack mates. You use them as tools and discard them when you no longer have use for them. Carl, you’re a shit leader.”

“You think you’re pretty tough because you amped up your Were powers with a little blood from your Satyr. You don’t know power-AAAIIIEEEEEEE!”

For races that physically transformed between forms, glamors made that agonizing transition obsolete. They stayed in their beast form and simply hid it with a Human glamor. Carl’s disguise had been burned out by the Wild Magic in Henry’s blood. He had to fall back on the old method. Both transitions were intensely painful.

Carl threw back the robe as he screamed in agony, exposing his naked and warping body. Bones stretched, snapped, and reformed in new shapes. Muscles swelled and tore free from their anchor points to relocate and bind to new locations. Skin stretched, ripped, and stitched back together as fur sprouted and grew to cover. The process took less than a minute typically, but Carl was larger than a standard Lycanthrope and slightly larger than Roy’s evolved form, as well. Longer limbs, longer and sharper teeth and claws, and wider jaws. He had a crazed, feral look in his eyes as he changed.

Finally in his evolved state, the massive monster Carl had become panted, his muscles trembling from the remembered pain. He glared down at Roy and curled up the corner of his lip to display a deadly sharp fang. The pong of dominance radiated from the huge creature.

Roy felt his instinctual reaction to the bigger Were kick in, but the difference between a beast and a thinking being is the ability to choose to defy instinct and act based on reason. Instead of cowering and showing his throat, Roy dropped his glamor and growled low in his chest. He wasn’t as big as Carl, but there was no question, he was equally deadly.

Sigrid quickly texted a warning to Meixiu that Carl’s people may be on their way. Then she whispered to Mary. “Meixiu and her new friends found where Henry is being kept. I warned her about Carl’s men.” Mary nodded without looking away from Carl.

Sigrid looked between the two alpha Weres and did her best to hide her concern for Roy. Carl seemed to have the edge as he gave off the impression of crazed violence and the mass to back it up. The question was, how long could Roy go toe to toe with such a beast.

-=-

Waves of unending pain swept through DJ as he heard the muffled sounds of growling.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to end up a chew toy for a bunch of wild dogs. He was a fucking Djinn! An all-powerful being of magic! He was the one who should be inflicting terror and pain upon those that defied him!

Another spark of agony stabbed through him, but he didn’t even have the strength to moan.

He didn’t open his remaining eye as there was nothing to see. He just let his mind sink into the darkness.