Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Camila answered. “Marisa and Siobhan met a young man the other night at a dance club. He’s an Incubus, but like none you’d find now. A witch you know personally likely pulled him from the past, as she did for you.”

Henry glanced at Siobhan who smiled at him.

“I’m in on the secret now too,” she said.

“So I wasn’t the only pawn in her game?” he asked.

Sigrid shook her head. “It doesn’t appear that way now.”

“But a Succubus from England has her talons on him now, we believe,” Camila explained.

“Yeah, Roy just told me,” Henry said distractedly, his eyes returning to Marisa’s which still held guilt which he found disturbing. “Hold that thought, please. Marisa, come with me.” He held out his hand.

She took his hand, and he led her into the bedroom and closed the door. It was the only room he had with privacy- other than the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” he said gently, keeping her hand in his.

“I heard what happened with the police officer,” she said softly. Henry twitched, and her sadness increased. “You haven’t spoken about it with me because of how I’ve behaved towards you recently.” His expression told her that she was right. “I’ve been worried that I’ll become addicted to your energy and begin to draw on your life force.” She looked down at her hand in his. “Even in this small touch, I can feel myself gaining strength, draining you.” She tried to tug her hand away, but he held tight.

“If you’re getting energy from my touch, I can tell you I don’t feel it coming from me. I don’t feel in any way drained after I hold your hand or kiss it, or when you run your fingers through my hair or any of those small gestures of affection. Just the opposite! It gives me such a feeling of peace and calm! I don’t know about the addiction thing. That’s something only you would be able to tell. Understand though; I have no concerns if you need to feed on my energy. I don’t feel any reduction of my life energy afterward. Well, nothing that a little sleep doesn’t restore,” he said with a small grin. “If you decide you can’t be with me because of an addiction issue, I’ll accept that. Just talk to me.”

She pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m sorry Henry! I’ve been a fool!”

“Shhh, it’s fine. Not foolish at all. It was sweet if unnecessary,” he said gently.

Marisa pulled back to look in his eyes. “Mother’s going to ask you to feed her. She’s going up against a much older Succubus, more powerful. She needs the edge.”

“That’s… fine.” He was thinking of the others waiting in the next room and how that might feel awkward. For him at least. Camila wouldn’t think twice about it.

They went back out to the living room, and Camila looked up at him expectantly.

“Roy just called me to get the names of the cargo ships… but I don’t think she’s there. It doesn’t make sense for someone used to luxury and having the option for luxury to choose a cargo ship.”

“How do you think she got here then?” Sigrid asked.

“I think Roy was right about her coming by ship and if it were someone like him doing this, then the cargo ship would be the way to go. But she’s rich. I get that if she used her own yacht, then her fans might report that but she probably has rich friends. One of them probably has a yacht. A big one to make the Atlantic crossing.”

“How do we find the yachts?” Camila said.

“Ships are tracked by satellite these days. I’ll bet you there’s a websites which tracks marine traffic,” Henry said as he sat down in front of his computer once more. He searched and in short-order, found a website that showed a global map with hundreds of colorful flags all over it. “I’m going to filter this to just pleasure craft.” He did so then used the zoom control to expand the map to see just New York. There weren’t very many remaining. He brought up the names of the ships and searched each. He ended up with three luxury yachts reported as recently arrived.

“Three. A Sultan owns one.” He turned his laptop and showed them the picture. He turned it back and pulled up a picture of the next one and showed it as well. “This one is owned by a Russian industrialist.” Searching for an image of the third, he put it on the screen and showed them. “The third is owned by a British entrepreneur.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Has she associated with any of them?” Camila asked.

He did another search and only found one hit with an association. Sultan Salim bin Khattib unveiled a sculpture designed by the Marquise before one of his office towers. “That’s not much of a connection. He likes her art.” Henry did searches on just the owner’s names. “The Sultan doesn’t seem to travel to England too often. Sir Dennis Tyndall, the entrepreneur, lives in London. He might have more opportunity to interact with her. Lev Mikhailov seems to like partying in London. He’s there often.”

“Where is Roy going now?” Camila asked.

Henry looked at the data once more. “Some of the ships are loading at the Port Newark Container Terminal off Newark Bay. And two are at a terminal off Upper Bay.”

“And where are these luxury yacht’s moored?”

“Two are in Manhattan. One is at the Chelsea Pier, and one’s at New York City Marina. The third one, the Jolly Jenny is- huh,” Henry looked up in surprise and turned his head towards the windows.

“What?” Sigrid asked, and Henry’s eyes snapped back to her.

“Uh, the Brit’s yacht is just a couple of blocks from here in Liberty Harbor. Seems like an out of the way marina to pick for such a luxury ya-”

Camila pulled Henry to his feet mid-sentence and looked to Sigrid. “Call Roy and get him to meet us there!” She tugged Henry to his bedroom and closed the door behind them.

“Thanks for waiting until we had some privacy,” Henry snorted in annoyance.

Camila knelt before Henry and began to undo his belt. “I’m sorry for the rush but we need to get to her before she leaves and I need to recharge. She’s-”

“Older and more powerful. Marisa told me,” he sighed.

Camila smiled as she tugged his underwear down to his ankles. “Mmm! I love this new glamor! Your cock is exactly as large as I need it to be!”

Henry was about to comment on that but gasped instead as she took him deep into her mouth. She could do things with her tongue that no human could. His cock quickly grew thick and hard in her talented mouth, and they both moaned in pleasure. She began to do long strokes from the head down to the base, taking him effortlessly into her throat.

“Oh my god, Camila! That’s driving me crazy!” he moaned as she gently scratched at his heavy balls while slamming him deep into her throat again and again.

Camila paused her sucking for a moment as she lifted his heavy sack on her palm. She moved her hands to take a tight grip at the base of his cock and pulled her mouth clear with a pop.

“GEEZUS!” he gasped.

“Henry, when was the last time you had sex? The last time you came?” she asked.

He looked away as thinking about that made him think of the night with Mary and the following morning.

“Not for a few days then?” she answered herself, and he nodded. “You’re a little backed up here. There’s going to be a lot.”

He looked in her eyes and wondered what she meant by that.

She began to stroke his cock, and his hips twitched forward with need. She smiled. She continued to stroke until his breathing signaled he was close.

“SIGRID!” she called out.

Seconds later the tall blond was opening the door and stepping inside.

“WHA- CAMILA! What the hell!” she shouted as she closed the door and faced it.

Camila looked curiously at the tall blonde’s back as Henry pulled futilely at her fist around his cock so he could turn around. “He’s carrying an enormous load of cum here. If I don’t get you to stop me after two swallows- three maximum, he’s going to put me to sleep again. We can’t afford that! We need to be sharp! Besides you probably need a recharge too.”

“That’s- that’s not how I do it!” Sigrid growled, still facing the door.

“Oh for Pete’s sake! Turn around. You’ve seen this before and what do you mean that’s not how you do it?”

Sigrid turned around, and her face was bright pink. Henry thought she looked adorable and he must have made a sound as her blue eyes went to his and her hands went to her burning cheeks.

“Don’t look at me that way!” she growled weakly.

Camila felt the surge of his cock and grinned. “Ah, he likes that!” She shook her head. “Remember no more than… four-”

“THREE!” Sigrid said and stepped forward to force Camila’s mouth over Henry’s cock once more.

The brunette released her grip on the base of Henry’s cock as she resumed her sucking.

“Oh god, I’m- I’m there!” Henry said desperately.

Camila squealed as the first shot hit the back of her throat. The second was close behind as the flush of energy from the first washed through her body. The second wave crashed past the first, and she pulled back as the third rope of cum landed on her tongue. Sigrid yanked her back to land on her ass. Then she turned, bent over, and flipped up her skirt, pulling her panties to the side.

Henry needed no further prompting as he drove himself deep into the Valkyrie.

“FUCK!” Sigrid howled as he filled her. She was excited and very wet, but she was a long ways off from an orgasm. Henry pinned her ass back against him as he fired his cum deep inside her. Sigrid closed her eyes as the Wild Magic surged through her. After the third wave, Sigrid reached behind herself, grabbed Henry’s cock and pulled herself clear. She could feel him pulsing in her tight grip, and she looked to his desperate expression. She couldn’t take any more, and when she looked to Camila, she saw the woman was recovering.