The Temptations of War

6:30am. The sound of the alarm penetrates the room for just a few seconds before my tired, aching body reaches over and taps the orb, letting out a groan of misery as I scramble up. No time to waste unfortunately. I'm lucky they even let us rest with how everything has been going. I reach over from my bed, slipping on my robe as I grab my wand, heading to the door.

Upon opening it, I look down. The day's mana supplies. Each day it seems to shrink lower and lower. I don't understand how they expect us to keep working at our peak with so little, yet they keep promising us that more is on the way. I'm really starting to doubt that. I pick the bottles up, downing one as I slip the other two onto my belt. Ugh, these are getting worse each day, whoever is preparing these needs to get fired.

Nevertheless, with everything on hand, I make my way outside. As disheveled as I look, it won't ultimately matter on the battlefield. I lined up with the crew at 7am sharp. Each day the crew rotates through several people. Unfortunately, some don't make it back, replaced by spry young recruits that are completely ignorant to the dangers that they face. My only hope is that they remain alert enough on the battlefield to not end up a statistic on day one.

The commander speaks up, reminding us that we're now on day 217. 7 months already. 7 months of fighting these disgusting, vile, rancid demons that keep pouring through the portal, day in and day out. All of this started because a bunch of warlocks decided it would be funny to defect and start the summoning process based on an old textbook that may have been cursed for all we know. Of course, they were the first to perish, but thousands have also suffered from their incompetence. All these days have just been a blur recently, the reminder of how peaceful life used to be fading away with each passing day.

The horn blows, and our rotation begins, allowing the night crew to begin their break. It looks like we were able to make some ground last night, but it will be hard to keep up the fight throughout the day. I get into my position, ready up my mana efficiency spells and begin firing arcane shocks into the demons in front.

Several hours pass to a miserable stalemate. It is shocking to see the fellow soldiers smiling this morning get their guts spilled right in front of you, but you become numb to the view with enough time. I was readying up one of my longer casting spells, ready to cause devastation to a large group out in front, yet, my focus slipped so easily as I felt a finger push against my lips as a sweet, silky, sultry "hush" blessed my ear, followed by her gentle breath, and her sweet aroma. I recognise that voice anywhere, yet it still doesn't make my situation any less dire. If anything, it possibly makes it worse.

A temptress. Usually a low-mid level demon, they're sent out as spies to "extract information" from potential high value targets, or to put some tough opposition "out of action" for a while. They must have considered me such a good opponent to have followed through, and knowing how they work means I'm in a lot of trouble given my current circumstance.

See, when you're in battle for 7 months, there's barely a time to relieve oneself of urges, and there has been similarly "no touching" either, not like there was the energy to do so, most nights lead to just crashing out on the bed to rest, and so, with her hand now resting on my waist, my mind was already slipping away, the temptation to follow through stronger than ever before. It was certainly enough to silence me at least, the thought of trying to cast another spell is now gone.

I tried to turn around, get the upper hand by seeing what I'm facing, but only when it was too late did I remember why this would lead to my demise. One of the abilities in a temptress' toolkit is the ability to shapeshift. Another being telepathy. Combine these two together and the temptress is able to change herself into the person of her prey's dreams... given enough time. It seems like she's been eyeing me for a while now, though, all I care about now is how enamored I was by the perfect beauty in front of me. I was all ready and fired up to fight but now... a simple whimper left my throat as my body stood frozen, waiting for her to make the first move on me.

She stepped closer, bringing her hand up as she gently cupped my cheek, my head instinctively leaning into it, almost rubbing my face against her hand. I'd never felt this down bad before, so desperate for anything from her, as she let out a little chuckle, whispering, "oh, that's a good girl, you'll keep being a good girl for me, won't you?".

I was doomed. How was I meant to say no to that? I didn't even have time to process before I had already nodded my head, another little whine following as my mind caught up with my actions. I remained paralyzed as her hand grazed across my face until her thumb was poking at my lips. This was the one time I could deny this, push back, reclaim my place in the war... my body put up no resistance in reality, my lips sealing around the tip as I gently sucked on it, rubbing my tongue against the edge as I locked eyes with her, my lust apparent from my red expression and sultry eyes.

The temptress looked around for a bit before I was lifted up, being carried like one would to a bride, hearing her continued whispers, "let's get you somewhere safer." The words were barely acknowledged in my brain as the thought of her strength from lifting me up clouded any rationale. If she could pick me up so easily, she could also pin me down...

A familiar sight entered my view: my own quarters. I guess she really was studying me to know where I lived. What else had this woman learnt about m--

My thought was immediately cut off by a surprisingly fragile voice, not alike her similar whispers so far. "My name's, uhh, Lily... I just thought you might have wanted to know, Abi." Lily... what a cute sounding name... fuck, why is my heart beating even faster from that small exposure of vulnerableness? Was that on purpose to play with my feelings or was she being genuine? It's really hard to tell with her... either way, I couldn't help but shoot a smile back at her. Of course if she knows where I live, I guess knowing my name isn't that much of a surprise either. Lily and Abi, how pleasant sounding.

Keeping me in that bridal grip, Lily reached for my keys, opening the door with one free hand before chucking the keys onto the table, closing the door with her foot. She carried me over to my own bed, laying me down in the centre as she climbed on top of me, gazing down at me and my body.

I had never been so excited in my life to feel like prey. The woman of my dreams is pinning me down, looking at me, wanting me... if my heavy breathing wasn't enough, my squirming would hopefully show interest. My mind was completely gone, focused only on her and her words. My body yearned for a single touch, my hips thrusting up, looking for anything, and yet, despite all the obvious interest, Lily was taking her time. Her fingers tailed across my skin, along my arms, up my thighs, exposing my body, but not doing any more than teasing. She was driving me wild. She knew she was driving me wild. I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me already Lily, I can't hold back anymore." Is what blurted out of my mouth without a second thought. My hand went to cover my mouth immediately as I realised what I'd said, my cheeks burning. My hand didn't last long there, feeling Lily grab my wrist with her hand, moving it to the side before her fingers slid up, interlocking with mine. I was so distracted by her slow, subtle movements up my arm that I was completely caught off-guard by her lips brushing against mine.

"Your lips are so soft." I hear from my own mind and her voice in tandem. It already felt like we were becoming one together, I couldn't hold back as I placed my free hand against the back of her head and led her into a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kiss after kiss followed suit, each one more desperate than the last. My mind became addicted to the sensation, chasing Lily's lips anytime they would depart from my own. The only way she was able to break free was moving her lips from my own down to my neck, placing more and more intense kisses, feeling her sucking on the skin, leaving hickeys behind. I hadn't realised how sensitive my neck was until now as each kiss led to another pathetic whine or moan to slip past my lips, my free hand grabbing onto her shoulder to stabilise myself. Only after a few minutes did she move her lips from my neck to my ear again, whispering, "I hope everyone else loves the marks that show you're mine."

My breath immediately hitches at those words. Shit. Without proper coverings, it will easily be visible that something happened, and in the middle of summer... yet, the idea of being seen, it didn't strike fear into me, it just struck excitement, the idea of showing off these markers to someone, to show them that I'm hers, that I'm owned by Lily... oh fuck. Another realisation settling in. I'm basically hers already. I showed zero resistance falling for her, she has me wrapped around her finger, and just to follow suit, she whispers in my ear once more, "You are mine, darling. Don't fight it, you want to be here." She was right. I did want this, I did want to be here, I needed her now more than ever. She followed through by trailing kisses down from my neck to my chest, where my robe still stood in place.

These robes did not come cheap. Each one imbued with its own class of magic, it would take weeks to thread one together at a level this powerful, and yet, knowing this, Lily did not hold back, reaching for the top of the robe and ripping down the centre, splitting it open all the way down to my knees, leaving my front completely exposed now. There was no need to be wearing underwear with such an item of clothing, so my breasts and my nethers were fully on view, letting her see how wet I truly am for the first time. I should be mad at her, furious for so carelessly damaging such high end equipment... yet, the act alone, ripping it open whilst staring at me, fully knowing how expensive it is... it only turned me on further, the act of dominance reminding me that I'm just hers here, she gets to do whatever she wants... and I want her to do it.

Lily's head slowly lowered down to my left nipple, seeing her eyes stare up at me as she slipped her lips around it, using her tongue to tease the tip. Finally, somewhere sensitive was being touched, a pleasure I had been craving for far too long today. My back arches towards her lips, wanting more and more. Lily's hand finally frees itself from my interlocked fingers, bringing it down to my free nipple to gently rub and squeeze it in-between her delicate fingers. Her other hand grabs onto my waist, partly to hold me down with the additional thrashing I was doing with, and partly to be possessive onto me, and it was working.

Whilst the pleasure was enjoyable, and that much was obvious from the unrestrained moans echoing off the wall from me, I still needed it all, to feel her inside of me by any means necessary. I try to ask her again, this time in a more pathetic, whining, desperate tone: "Could you fuck me already, Lily, I can't hold back anymore, please?"

My prayers were finally answered, though not directly. Lily responded to my request by bringing her face back up to mine, pushing our lips together once more as her hand reached down, rubbing up and down the outside of my nethers. I sit and twist and turn, trying to move myself into her hand in play, wanting more and more, but her hands were too quick, leaving me desperate, on edge for anything. I whined and moaned, begging for forgiveness from her, and only when tears began forming in my eyes was I finally allowed the sweet pleasurable sensation I had been chasing all day.

Her thumb started to gently rub circles around my clit, a simple action but enough to drive me wild already, pushing myself more and more against her hand. I tried to move my own hands down to help but all that got met with was them being pinned above my head. I whimpered, I growled, and I finally broke. "PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK, AHHHHHH" And then, in an instant, everything changed.

I finally felt it. Those fingers, no longer outside, curling up inside of me, exposing where I was weak. The pleasure, it hit hard. My breath, it was gone. My voice, it was hoarse, and it was screaming out from the overwhelming sensation passing through my body. I was operating on pure reaction from her touches as I felt the waves crash across my body like the most turbulent of storms. Finally. Finally. FINALLY.

I was not able to hold on for long, my entire body convulsing as my orgasm peaked, covering her entire hand in the process before I collapsed. Whilst I could not comprehend any more visual stimuli, I still caught the tail wind of her whispers.

"... Good girl..."

"... You did so good..."

"... I'll be back tomorrow..."

Tomorrow.

Shit.

Despite the fear those words caused, my body twitched in an inviting way. If she keeps showing up every single day, the people on the field are going to notice I'm no longer there. They might check up. They might see her. I might... well, I don't want to think what they would do.

But.

I'm not going to be able to escape her. She knows where I reside. She knows what I'm weak too. If I tried to bring in anyone to help, well, I might turn on then and... I shouldn't let this fantasy excite me too much either. Fuck. I hope the demons hurry up and win the war already. I just want to be hers.