Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“Just a New York City beat cop, who now works for VRL!” Mary said with a wide grin, still riding a high from the energy she’d absorbed. She realized she was perfectly adapted to fighting the huge brutes.

Roy approached the General. “We’ve already been through this, General. We don’t have time. You don’t have time. The Ogres were a feint, a ploy to distract us while she went after her target. The only one who can potentially keep her from killing everyone! We need to help Henry stop Mab. Now.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“No, no one leaves-”

“General Baines, may I have a word?” Hugh said as he strolled up to the man who looked at him in annoyance. They took a few steps to the side, where they spoke quietly. The General looked at the taller man in surprise and received a nod.

“Colonel Crane. I’m putting you in charge of this operation. I’m needed back in Washington. I’ll be bringing my squad with me. Gunny is staying with you.”

“Understood, General,” Crane answered in surprise.

“I’ll go back with you, General,” the Director of Homeland Security quickly added and got a nod from the distracted man.

With a final worried glance at Hugh, the General rushed off and began issuing orders. Dawes followed. Gunny went back into VRL and returned with the remaining Human troops from the lobby. Troop carriers arrived, as did the General’s car. The marine rejoined Crane’s squad.

Soon, Colonel Crane was the senior officer on site. He looked to Roy. “Where is this office tower with the castle on top?”

Roy smiled in relief at him and looked to Hugh. “Thank you.”

The tall man nodded. “I’ve played my part. It’s time for me to leave, as well.”

“You’re one of them, aren’t you,” Crane blurted, his eyes fixed on Hugh’s face.

Huehuecoyotyl’s face burst into an amused smile as he relaxed his disguise, just a little, to show a hint of his true self. He nodded in satisfaction when the Colonel didn’t stumble back in fear. “I was right about you.” He faded and disappeared.

Gordon looked over to Roy. “Do you ever get used to that?”

Roy snorted. “I’ll let you know when it happens. Let’s go do our part!” Eight more black SUVs showed up at the curb, and Roy’s team began climbing inside.

Camila turned to Siobhan. “Please take Nuru, her attendants, and Investigator Keshellion to the second-floor lounge.”

“Wait a minute! I’m not going to stand on the sidelines while the world’s ending!” Nuru exclaimed.

“The same goes for me!” Siobhan insisted.

Camila threw her hands in the air and jumped into Mahati’s SUV. Everyone ran for one of the trucks and piled in.

Roy was in the lead vehicle and got them going. There was very little traffic on the main avenue, and the cars that were there quickly pulled over to let their speeding procession pass by, especially with the Silver Soldiers running alongside.

It took a few minutes to arrive at the road leading to the old office building, nestled between the taller, modern towers. The problem was, the road was blocked by a row of police cruisers with their lights flashing.

Roy got out and held up his hand to indicate the others should remain in the vehicles. He walked over to one of the officers who watched him approach with suspicion as his eyes took in the silver escorts who were watching.

“What’s the situation, Officer?” Roy asked firmly.

The cop focused on Roy once more. “Road’s closed. Something big down there, roasting people alive!”

Roy frowned as he looked towards the shadows between the buildings. The streetlights were all out, and something appeared to be blocking the light from the next avenue. Colonel Crane joined him.

“We need a little reconnaissance. A quick in, get some pictures, and out,” Roy said to the Colonel, who nodded as he gestured for one of his soldiers. He spoke to the man who smiled and raced away, leaping over the police car to disappear down the street like a silver streak. There was a distant flash of the camera, taking a flash shot, then the soldier returned to stop in front of Crane.

“It’s big! Terrifying!” the soldier said with wide eyes. He held up the cell and brought up the picture. They peered at the screen, but all it showed was blackness with sparkles here and there. Roy’s expression showed his annoyance. He touched his mic. “Please have Siobhan join us.”

Moments later, the lovely brunette rushed up to look at Roy curiously.

“They’re saying something large and dangerous is down the road but take a look at the photo, then look down the road and tell me what you see,” Roy asked, emphasizing the last word.

She caught his request, so she looked at the picture and opened her magic sight as she looked into the darkness.

“Oh! It’s not big at all! It’s very small but so many!” she exclaimed softly.

Roy nodded grimly. “Thank you, Siobhan. Please wait in the vehicle.”

She looked to him, and he was glowing softly from the Wild Magic radiating from inside, so she pulled back on her sight until it was a minimal translucent overlay. She nodded and headed back to her SUV.

Roy leaned closer to the Colonel. “It’s Sprites. Nasty little buggers. They project illusions and mess with your mind and emotions. They’ve been known to kill with fear.”

“Shit. How do we fight that?” Gordon growled.

Roy looked over at the Silver Soldiers, and a slow smile came to his lips. “I know just the thing.”

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Mick held hands with six volunteers as they jogged down the road towards the super creepy shadows.

“So, there really is no big fire breathing monster down here?” Yablonski asked nervously.

“That’s right. There are many little fuckers projecting the experience of seeing, hearing, smelling, and feeling a big monster. They’re floating in a swarm in the air in front of the target. They have no offensive capabilities outside of projecting illusions: really good illusions but fake experiences. We need to disable this threat so the others can reach the building,” Mick explained.

Their perceptions were racing ahead, so when the growl came out of the shadows, it was low and drawn out, robbing it of some of its power. Baleful glowing eyes slowly opened two stories up, and a huge maw began to open. An orange glow showed behind large pointy teeth, smoke curling out from the jaws.

Mick felt Yablonski’s nerve begin to slip as she felt the fingers of fear slowly sinking into her own mind. She began to laugh, obnoxiously loud and silly.

The other soldiers looked at her, and she smiled at them. “We’re gonna fuck them up so good!”

Yablonski chuckled, then realized that felt good. He barked a laugh in relief, and this triggered the others. Soon they were all laughing boldly, and the fear was pushed back.

Mick saw they were in front of the target’s entrance. Stonework, glass shards, and other debris from the broken rooftop littered the street around the building.

“Showtime, my bastards!” she called out.

Yablonski grinned as they formed a wide circle facing inwards and began to windmill their arms faster and faster, hands cupped to push the air down into the center of their group. Quickly, their arms became a loud humming blur, and little glowing lights began to get sucked down in the massive vortex they were creating in the street. More and more of the lights were dragged out of the sky to smash against the pavement or splat against the spinning arms. It didn’t take long to dissipate the false shadows clinging to the air in the dark street, and then there were no more sparkling lights. Mick was the first to stop, and the other quickly followed suit.

They looked at the carnage on the ground before them. The sprites looked like insects and badly mangled ones at that.

“Fuck! Anyone got a shovel or a power washer?” Yablonski asked.

“Go tell the Colonel, it’s all clear,” Mick told him, and he nodded before he raced away.

Mick looked up at the building and sighed as she hated running up stairwells. Somewhere up there was the Satyr. She hoped he wasn’t facing anything bigger than the sprites.

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Henry slowly walked down the hallway on the fourth floor of Mab’s castle, just one staircase away from Mab’s private chamber. He’d searched for her on each floor, but he knew eventually he’d have to face her in the room where her greatest crime took place. He’d discovered an Ogre waiting for him with a mace in its big fist on the second floor.

Taking on one of these big warriors in hand-to-hand combat wasn’t on Henry’s to-do list, but he was given no choice when the creature bellowed its war cry and charged him. He barely snapped up his spear in time to drive its point into the chest of the onrushing attacker. The butt of the shaft hit the wall behind Henry, driving the spear point deep into the Ogre’s heart. He watched the life quickly leave the being’s eyes as it dropped to its knees and keeled over.

He’d been unable to free the spear, so he’d picked up the mace.

The third floor had two Ogres patrolling, which he tried to avoid, but he made a noise while hiding. They came charging back, and he was forced to swing the deadly weapon just as the first charged into the room. Henry’s Satyr strength, combined with the heavy spiked weight, crushed the Ogre’s head in a spray of blood and gore. As Henry watched the body fall in horror, the second Ogre rushed into the room and swung his own weapon. If the creature’s aim hadn’t been fouled by his slipping on the bloody floor, Henry’s head would have been crushed as well. Instead, the club glanced off his forehead, hard enough to rock him back and break through his paralysis. He sloppily swung the mace again and caught the fallen Ogre’s temple as it struggled to stand. It fell and went still. Dead.