The battlefield resounded with cries of pleasure.
His breath coming harsh and ragged, it was all Simon could do to throw himself behind cover. One wall of a barn had collapsed against the adjacent house, leaving a triangular space between them. Judging from the burn marks, the barn had been destroyed by simple fire magic, not some orgasmic spell, so it was probably safe enough.
Moments after he leapt inside, he felt the wave of sexual energy shudder over the earth. It swept past everything, but just like Wendis had said, it followed the contours of the land. Hidden between the buildings, most of it rolled past him. A few wisps might have gotten inside, clouding his mind with thoughts of lust, but that could have been the impact of the battle itself.
Simon bit his lip until he could taste blood. He knew some veterans who could push aside the lust with a few deep breaths, but he'd never been able to manage it. As soon as he felt clear-headed, he got back up and crouched beside the entrance to his hiding place. He could still hear a few whimpers and the sounds of the enemy taking their pleasure, but they wouldn't be able to build up a wave like that any time soon.
Simon emerged, doing his best to relax his body. It wasn't just the tension of the battle, it was the aching sexual need that the succubi produced in their enemies. His cock was rock hard in his pants, desperate for relief. If he didn't watch himself, he'd end up doing something embarrassing... and fatal.
At times like these, he could almost understand how some soldiers decided to throw down their weapons and surrender into the arms of the Incubus King's hordes. It was certainly an easier death than being killed by orcs or even worse creatures. Simon squared his shoulders and reminded himself of how much had been lost. He just had to make it through until he could get back to Wendis.
The thought of his wife brought a smile to his face, but not for long. Amid all the other cries, Simon realized there was one that was more discomfort than pleasure. And it was close. He quickly scanned the ruined village until he spotted the source: three figures wearing light armor, slumped against the side of one building. They must have tried to leap out of the way of the sexual wave and still taken the majority of it.
In other words, they'd be prime targets for any succubi headed their way. Simon headed toward them, though he kept his sword out just in case it was a trap of some kind. While he didn't think any succubi had gotten this far, it never hurt to be cautious.
Once he got closer, he rubbed the ring on his left hand. Not his wedding ring, but the one beside it that Wendis had enchanted to detect illusions. When he was out in the field like this, it was hard to say which ring he valued more.
Since no illusions were detected, he could trust that the soldiers really were what they appeared to be. Sheathing his sword, Simon examined them. Three humans, all wearing light armor. It looked Aramite in design, but given how ragtag a lot of the new legions were, that might not mean anything. Simon shook all three to try to wake them up, but it looked like they were caught in the magic's grip.
One day, he really hoped someone figured out a way to break the grip of lust magic. Until then, he'd have to carry them back to relative safety. The higher-ups seemed to accept that battles with new soldiers would have heavy casualties, but Simon tried to save as many as possible. After this many years of war, they desperately needed more veterans.
Taking them one at a time was going to be difficult, especially since ground troops would be closing on their location. But as Simon started to heft the first soldier up, he was surprised to see one of the others begin to stir. As the unknown soldier tugged at helmet straps, Simon realized that it was a woman.
She tossed it aside and gasped for breath, trying to clear her head of the magic. It gave him an uncomfortably long amount of time to look at her. Like most Aramites, she had dark tan skin and straight dark hair, though she'd cut it into a bob around her head so she could wear a helmet. She was young and surprisingly attractive - or maybe that was just the lust magic talking.
Abruptly her gaze swung up at him and he saw pink light swirling there. She gave a soft moan and took a step toward him.
"What's your name, soldier?" Simon spoke as sharply as he could, bringing her up short. She stared at him a moment, then shook her head again. It seemed to clear her mind a little, but it also tousled her hair and that did not help Simon's desire any. He forced himself to keep staring in her eyes, needing the professional barrier between them as much as she did.
"Linda." She massaged her forehead with both hands. "I feel... Goddess, I've never felt like this."
"Stay focused, it will pass. My name is Simon. Where are you from, Linda?"
"Aram. Little northern province, nothing a foreigner would know... well, I guess it doesn't matter now. They took everyone there, made them into..." Her eyes fell as she remembered what had happened to northern Aram. He could see her beginning to waver and took that moment to grab the front of her armor and pull her up to meet his gaze.
"Remember what they did," he growled. "Focus on your sadness. Or anger. Or hatred. Just concentrate on some other emotion to keep the lust at bay."
Linda blinked rapidly, seeming to come back to herself. "You're... you're right. But the priestess said we shouldn't focus on hatred, that it would harm us too..."
"Fuck that. You're in a war, soldier - use whatever weapons you have at hand."
"I'll try. But I didn't expect it to be like this... I want to fuck so bad, I-"
"If you're feeling better, then help me carry the others." Simon gestured toward the two soldiers who remained stunned and immediately bent down to lift one. His movement pulled Linda into action as well, working with the other soldier. She only had to remove a little of the other soldier's armor before she was able to lift him, which spoke very well of her strength.
They began heading for the church while Simon eyed the horizon. He could see the advance parties of orcs coming now, but he was more worried about succubi who might swoop down at any moment. Though most of them were occupied with the orgy that had set off the lust wave, some might be left out or still have the presence of mind to keep up the attack. He couldn't relax yet.
Meanwhile, Linda obviously needed to keep talking. "I thought... I expected to feel magic hitting my mind, or something. But instead I just feel so hot... so desperate..." She swallowed and shifted her soldier uncomfortably. "This man... I barely even know him, didn't like what I learned of him in this battle, but... Goddess, I almost jumped on top of him."
"It might feel like you, but these feelings aren't yours. Stay focused." Simon tried to give her an encouraging smile, though he didn't feel it. It'd be so easy to throw her down, tear off her armor... "It isn't far now. The church is the best-defended point in town, so these men should be safe there."
"Then the feelings... they'll fade? After the battle?"
Simon winced and looked away. "No. Not easily, anyway."
"Then what?" She stared at him as if desperate for an answer and he did his best.
"The easiest way is to find a priestess, let them purge the energy. But they're busy these days, so you might have to deal with it yourself. Do what you have to do, just stay focused until the battle is over."
"Goddess, I feel so... I have to wait until the battle is over? Are you sur-"
"Careful," Simon said sharply. "If you let down your guard, you'll be defenseless when the next wave comes. And believe me, if a succubus gets to you then, that's it. Even if your body survives, you won't be yourself anymore. Never let yourself think it might be easier that way."
She nodded grimly and they walked in silence for a time. Simon felt a sense of relief when he finally saw the church ahead and sped up. Though he was tired from carrying the soldier, it was even worse holding it all in. He could carry on well enough on his own, but talking about sex with this young woman... well, he was glad she hadn't removed any of her own armor.
A priest and priestess were maintaining the barrier surrounding the church, and eyed them suspiciously when they approached. Simon had learned it was easier not to try to prove himself in battles like this, when everyone was so suspicious. Instead he set down the soldier he was carrying just outside the barrier.
"We're not asking for you to lower the barrier. Just purge these two until you're satisfied they're human. Linda here will defend them until you're done. Treat her too, and don't let her fall asleep."
"What?" Linda had been setting her soldier down, but now straightened abruptly. "Why are you leaving me here?"
"That was your first major lust blast, right?"
"Yes..."
"The first one is always the worst. Take as much time as you need to clear your head, prepare yourself for the next battle."
She didn't look happy, but she also didn't refuse. Simon doubted that he actually outranked her, considering he wasn't an officer and she was from a different country's army, but maybe she would follow his orders anyway. Hopefully it would keep her alive.
Plus, he really needed to get away from her. Simon headed back into the town and drew his sword again, getting ready for the coming assault parties and trying to clear his own head. Though he was still in control, there was a dangerously thin line between that and abandoning himself.
His entire body was burning with desire. He tried to focus on his wife, and without an attractive young woman beside him it was much easier. Wendis would be happy to greet him when he got back and they could relieve their stress together. Images of their bodies intertwined flashed through his mind, and though Simon knew he was partially succumbing to the lust in his mind, he let it happen. Anything to ease the tension.
The technique worked well enough, so long as no succubus ever figured out how to take advantage of it. Most just trusted their impossibly beautiful bodies to seduce men, but he could resist that. If one ever looked inside his mind and made herself look like Wendis, though, his defenses would probably crumble like dry leaves...
Abruptly Simon spotted a troop of monsters ahead, and their twisted bodies pushed most of the sexual thoughts from his mind. Killing would make things a little easier, though he wouldn't be able to throw himself into battle the way many warriors did. He didn't know where they got such superhuman strength, but he clearly lacked something they had.
That didn't mean he was useless, however. Simon moved in the path of the orcs enough for them to spot him, but then retreated in the doorway of a house. The monsters came at him mindlessly, not considering how effective a choke point he was occupying. One on one, Simon could cut down the monsters as they came.
If they were smart, they'd move archers into position and drive him back, but instead the horde split around the building. Simon kept hacking at the ones who came through the door, ignoring the burning in his arms. They were stumbling over the corpses in the doorway now, making them easy targets, but he was also getting tired. One mistake and he might be dead.
Eventually, though, the stream of monsters ended. Simon dropped down to one knee and tried to catch his breath. He hadn't stopped the troop, but he'd split them in half and killed at least some of them. That was about as much as one man could do, on a battlefield like this. As soon as he felt able, he wiped his sword off and pulled himself to his feet.
"Th-thank you, mister." A soft female voice emerged from deeper in the house. Simon looked up and saw a young woman there, staring at the corpses with fearful eyes even as she came closer. She wore only a simple white shift, which clung to her shapely breasts and swished around her thighs. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus on tactics.
"Why are you still here? You should be a-" Simon felt the ring on his finger burn and realized the answer to his own question, but it was too late.
The woman lunged forward with inhuman speed, her illusion tearing away. By the time she collided with him, her form had twisted into the succubus she truly was. Simon was slammed back to the floor, but he barely felt the impact - it was nothing compared to the succubus landing on top of his hips, her pussy rubbing against his crotch.
For a moment he could only stare up at her, eyes drinking in her beauty. She looked like a woman, but no woman's body screamed to be fucked like this. Except if he gave in, she'd suck out his soul and leave behind nothing but a husk. Simon started struggling, but the strength was already leaving his limbs.
"Ooh, you're strong! You're going to taste great!" The succubus smiled down at him lasciviously, wiggling her hips from side to side. "I should really eat you right away, but I feel kind of bad killing you after you fought so hard. So... how about I let you die happy?"
Not waiting for an answer, she began to slither down his body, her curves swaying enticingly. She tore off the plate that guarded his crotch easily and pawed at his pants, finding his cock achingly hard. Grinning, she licked the outside of his pants, and even that made Simon groan.
"Not bad, for a human. Now, let's see what you have for me..."
He had a knife. Simon slammed it straight into that gorgeous pale throat before he could stop himself, then collapsed onto his side, panting for breath. The succubus dropped to the floor lifelessly, sexual magic dying around her but leaving him aching even worse.
It had taken all his focus to overcome her control and yank the knife from its hidden location. He had barely even noticed that she had gotten his cock out of his pants. In a few more seconds she would have gotten him into her mouth, and though it would have been heavenly, that might have killed him. Once he had resisted a blowjob from a succubus, but he'd barely kept his sanity, and that hadn't been after such a long time away from Wendis.
Getting his cock back into his pants was painful, with it still so hard. The lower plate of his armor was ruined, but thankfully she hadn't destroyed his pants. Simon stood back up and tried to shake the stiffness out of his joints. There was nothing he could do about the stiffness of his cock, of course.
He found himself staring down at the succubus. Even dead and without her magic, she was incredibly beautiful. Part of his mind insisted that it wouldn't hurt to fuck her now, use her body to relieve some tension. He knew it would be a fatal mistake and yet part of him still considered at least getting his cock between those incredible tits of hers.
Instead, Simon focused on the pool of blood by her neck. He recovered his sword, then gave her corpse an awkward salute. Whatever her methods, she was an enemy combatant who had nearly killed him. Though he wasn't sure if that really deserved respect, that was all he had to cling to with the lust burning so hot in his mind.
When he emerged from the house, however, Simon realized that he had bigger problems. The main army might not be advancing on the town, but there were orcs everywhere now, trying to scavenge. They looked scrawny, and would have been nothing to a disciplined regiment, but alone and tired? He could very well die on a rusted orc spear.
"Human die!"
Without the mindlessly shouted warning, Simon wasn't sure if he would have jumped in time. As it was, he only barely threw himself out of the way of the axe that whirled overhead and embedded itself in the wall of the house. A huge orc was stomping toward him - it had stupidly thrown its axe, but it looked like it could tear him apart with its bare hands.
Holding his sword at ready, Simon went perfectly still. He waited until the orc got in range, then uncoiled in a flashing motion. His slash opened a long wound on the orc's chest, but it ignored the blood. Instead it kept charging, grabbing ahold of him and driving him to the ground. Laughing, it grabbed for his skull, claw-like fingernails going for his eyes.
Simon's sword went through the orc's stomach. It grunted in surprise, and that gave him enough time to disembowel the orc. After fighting enough of the big ones, Simon had learned that he couldn't count on killing them in one blow, he just didn't have the strength. But they usually let down their guard after they staggered him, and then he could land a fatal blow.
He stood up and tried to wipe himself off. It showed just how much the lust was starting to affect him that even the orc's guts didn't soften his cock. If he didn't g-
No, he had bigger problems. The sound of the fight had drawn several more orcs. Small, but they were coming at him from several sides. There was just no way he could kill them all, not in his current condition. If he accepted that he was going to take a mortal injury, maybe he could take one out in the first exchange, then turn on the others, but...
Without warning, one of the orcs fell in a shower of blood. Behind it, Simon saw Linda lunge forward through the spray. She had cut down the next orc before it realized she was there, her blade severing its arm and going deep into its side. Yet she was able to yank it out easily, whirling underneath the next orc's attack and slicing through his chest on the way up.
As Linda slaughtered the remaining orcs, Simon realized that he'd misjudged her. She might be an amateur dealing with sexual magic, but she'd fought before. Whatever warrior's talent he utterly lacked, she had it in spades. Fortunately, she finished off the orcs before he could stare.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm uninjured. Thank you." He averted his gaze so that he couldn't see her catching her breath. It was all too easy to imagine her out of breath underneath him, or on top of him, or... "You didn't go into the church?"
"I couldn't let you go off alone, could I?"
She stepped closer to him and Simon realized that he really should have been looking at her. Though she had thrown off the lust magic stunning her, some of it had worked its way in deep. The hunger in her eyes now was nothing natural. He took a step back and bit his lip again to keep himself focused. The coppery taste barely helped.
"Well, I'm grateful you saved me. But we need to get back soon, before we're overwhelmed."
"I... right." She nodded stiffly and moved after him, no doubt struggling with the lust magic on her own. Simon left her to that struggle and tried to focus on getting back. He'd mapped the town in his mind on his way here, but he had no idea what had happened in the meantime.
"Did the priestesses say anything about the counter-spell?"
"Uh, I didn't talk to them long after I made sure the others got inside. There's some kind of spell?"
"They've spread themselves too thin here, so the High Priestess wants to hit them back. Purity magic against their lust. But I have no idea when it will happen." He wasn't even sure if it would be today, but he desperately hoped that it would be soon. Not only did the spell mean that Wendis and the others had caught up, but he didn't think he could survive another battle like today's.
Fortunately, when they neared the town square, Simon finally spotted more soldiers. They had wiped out all the nearby orcs and were laughing - in fact, they were acting like the battle was won. Several succubi had been tied up in the town stocks and a few soldiers were lining up to use them. Simon immediately stopped and raised a hand in Linda's path.
"No. We stay away."
"What?" She frowned at him. "You don't approve? They'd do the same to us."
"It has nothing to do with what's fair and everything to do with what we can survive right now. We've taken far too much sexual magic to risk it like this."
"Are you sure? Wouldn't we just let off some of the tension?" Linda chewed on her lower lip, eyeing the naked succubi with a hunger that was more than magic-driven. She might be attracted to him, but she was interested in women, too, Simon found himself fixing on that detail and had to fling the thought aside.
"No, even when they're captive, without proper restraints they can twist your mind. You might feel better in the short term, but you'll be weaker against the next threat." Simon rubbed his eyes with one hand, trying to force back the lust. This didn't feel right. He couldn't pin down the exact problem, but his instincts were telling him-
A shadow flitted overhead.
Without a second thought, Simon grabbed Linda and dragged her into the nearest building. They fell in a tangle of limbs, but for once Simon was barely distracted by her body against his. Not with what he suspected was happening outside.
They'd barely gotten into cover before she descended. Clad all in black, the succubus floated on her own power. The soldiers below began to hoot and holler at her... and then they began to burst into flame. She smiled as she floated to the ground, unleashing destruction all around her.
It was Riala. Simon recognized the elite succubus, since he'd had to flee from her on multiple occasions. In a strange way, he respected her. Whereas most succubi fought with their natural sexual magic, Riala was capable of wielding raw elemental power. She was capable of using lust as well, he knew that all too well, but she didn't use it when raw destruction was better.
Unfortunately, respecting her made it so much harder to tear his eyes away. Unlike most succubi, who practically painted their clothes on, Riala was mostly covered in black robes that matched her wings and hair. The glimpses she offered of pure white skin at her shoulders made it all the more tantalizing.
Simon wasn't being love-struck when he felt that his wife was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Wendis was unquestionably a stunning woman. But Riala... well, it was almost impossible to compare them. Her breasts stood high and proud in a way no human woman's could, and her curves were more exaggerated than anyone else he had seen.
Fortunately, after she finished laying waste to the troops around her, Riala simply lifted the captive succubi with magic and flew away. She looked serious and focused today, which was far worse than when she cheerfully chased him. Her dedication made it easier for him to imagine impossible scenarios between them, which did not help his situation.
With Riala gone, Simon realized that he was still lying on top of Linda. He quickly moved away, sitting back against the wall. Hopefully she would understand that he was just saving her, and wouldn't realize he'd subconsciously been rubbing his crotch against her ass.
"Simon..." Linda turned toward him, eyes alight, and Simon realized that he had a bigger problem. Before he could move, she straddled his legs, pinning him there against the wall. "I can't take it anymore... I need to come so badly..."
"Linda, don't..." He tried to push her away, but she was surprisingly strong. After slamming him back against the wall, she tore off the straps of her armor and sent it clattering behind her. The padding she had worn beneath it fell away, revealing an undershirt plastered to her body by sweat. Her dark breasts stood out starkly against the white shirt, her nipples practically poking through.
"I need it." Linda let out a low moan that stirred something inside him. She began tugging at her pants, eager to mount him for real.
Goddess, he wanted to give in. The main threat was past with Riala gone, and there probably weren't any orcs nearby. Wendis wouldn't be upset, she'd probably just want to hear about it. And Linda was a beautiful woman and a strong warrior, she didn't deserve to suffer like this. They could just surrender to it, take what they both deserved...
While she was off balance working at his pants, Simon pushed her over. She let out a yelp and he hopped to his feet. That was enough for the moment to be broken, though the haze of sexual magic still hung heavy between them. Linda let out a groan and looked up at him, tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Why not? Is there anything wrong with us taking a little pleasure for ourselves?"
"No." Simon fell back against the wall and rubbed his face. "But we need to stay focused. And I'm married." Saying that made a difference sometimes, and it did seem to get through to Linda. Best not to mention his wife's sexual appetites.
"Oh." Linda wiped her face as well, then climbed to her feet slowly. "Doesn't it ever feel unfair? They get to fuck all they want, but all we get to do is hold back, hold back, hold back. It hurts sometimes. Things were the same back in Aram - I thought I could escape it by becoming a soldier, but..."
Without warning, a shimmering wave of light passed over them. Simon's eyes widened as he realized it was the spell he had been awaiting for so long. It was too large and diffuse to have much impact on the sexual magic inside him, but it snuffed out many succubus spells and pushed back the monsters. If they hadn't already been falling back, they would definitely flee now. That was what Riala had been doing, starting a retreat.
A thump made Simon turn his gaze back down, and he realized that he was wrong. The purity magic must have clashed with all the lust boiling inside Linda, leading her to collapse. At least that was his theory; he was just guessing from things Wendis had told him.
Sighing, Simon bent down to pick her up. Without her armor she was uncomfortably feminine in his arms, and it took more of his willpower than he wanted to admit not to lay her down and take her right then. It was safe now, after all, and... he gritted his teeth and tried to focus on how hard she had fought. Most likely once she was in her right mind, she'd want nothing to do with him.
He wearily headed through town, alert for any lingering enemy troops but finding none. It looked like it was really over, at least for today. All they'd accomplished was pushing the Incubus King back one more step. That was a victory worth celebrating, but as tired as he was, he couldn't believe that the war would ever really end.
Soon he met reinforcements, but he didn't like the look in their eyes. These were men who had been fighting succubi a little too long and enjoying it a little too much. Leaving Linda with them wouldn't be safe at all. Instead he moved on, searching for priestesses and especially mages.
Goddess, he hoped that he wasn't lying and keeping her for himself. If he couldn't trust his own reason...
There weren't many people he knew in this legion. A lot of his old comrades-in-arms had died in Givini's Last Stand, and he hadn't made many connections in the new group. There was Wynn, of course, but she had left for Zirantia before he went on assignment. That meant he was just looking for his wife, and she would be at the core of the mages managing the spell.
Eventually he spotted a tower with magic swirling overhead. That was good enough. When he entered a few of the mages wrinkled their noses at the lust energy he was giving off, but they recognized him as Wendis's husband and knew better than to argue.
Just when he was beginning to get desperate, he saw her. Wendis broke away from a group of mages and gave him a brilliant smile. Just that smile stripping away so much of his pain and weariness. As usual in public, Wendis looked perfect, wearing a green dress that would have been at home on a high class lady instead of a mage. Her blond hair hung around her in the styled ringlets she loved so much and there was a ribbon with a flower in her hair.
Usually Simon refrained from ogling his wife in public, but in his current condition he couldn't help it. Though her neckline wasn't that low, Wendis's dress did nothing to hide the swell of her large breasts. The full sleeves and skirt did hide some of her body, but he had a clear image of her narrow waist and broad hips... and he'd probably be seeing them again soon.
If she noticed him looking, it just made her smile more. Wendis waved to him as she came closer. "Simon! You have no idea how good it is to see you!"
"Wendis." He let out a sigh he had been holding deep inside. "I think I have some idea."
"So, who is this?"
Simon blinked and only then remembered that he was still carrying Linda. He'd walked up to his wife carrying a half-naked, sweat-covered, moaning woman. Judging from other soldiers in camp complaining about their wives, that would have gotten most husbands in big trouble. He... didn't have that problem with Wendis.
"Well? Is she a present for me?" Wendis's eyes were dancing playfully. She knew that he'd entirely forgotten who he was carrying while looking for her and just found it funny.
"No, she's just someone I rescued. Her name is Linda. She took a lot of lust magic head-on."
"Yes, you both look in bad shape. We should get that taken care of." Wendis turned away and snapped her fingers at several of the younger mages nearby. They immediately hurried to obey her, pulling their entire group into a side room. It was nicely furnished; this tower must have been a noble's before the war.
Finally, everything was out of his hands. Literally, in the case of Linda, who was taken by some male priests and laid down on a couch. Meanwhile, several healers guided him into a chair and soothing magic began washing over him. Simon sighed and relaxed back, though he kept his eyes open to watch Wendis, who was just staring as if drinking in the sight of him.
"Do a good job, girls," she said. "I'm going to need him in a bit."
They nodded, though a few blushed and averted their gazes. Simon's scrapes and bruises were already mostly healed, but now the magic was working on the deep exhaustion in his bones. A priestess swept away the lust magic in him, but that left him with plenty of desire of his own. As much unnatural lust as succubi could create, they also worked by manipulating human lust, and magic couldn't remove that easily.
"I want you so badly," Wendis said softly. She bent closer to him, smoothing down the collar of his tunic. That also gave him a good look at her cleavage, which was no doubt her intention. But he heard the hunger in her voice and couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong.
"Were there complications with the spell? It seemed to go well, but there was that wave of lust... did you take feedback from it?"
Wendis laughed at his cynicism. "I don't want you because of any sexual magic, Simon, I want you because I've been away from my husband for weeks. So much time to imagine all the things we can do together..."
Now plenty of the mages and healers were definitely flushed. It might not be a succubus's aura, but Wendis was radiating plenty of sexuality herself. As soon as they were done, they fled from the room. Some of them waited awkwardly around Linda, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but in the end decided to retreat rather than ask about what to do with her.
"So, no time to shave?" Wendis ran a hand through his beard.
"Ah, sorry." He'd almost forgotten about it, but now scratched it idly.
"Oh, I'm not complaining. Maybe just trim it into a nice style... yes, I think I would like that very much."
Simon was about to ask if they should get a razor, but the look in Wendis's eyes suggested that was definitely not what they were doing now. She slid down into his lap and kissed him, and that kiss took away even more of his weariness than the healing magic. Simon let himself sink into it, drawing her close and just enjoying having her in his arms again.
Eventually, however, Wendis wanted more. And he'd been hard for weeks, so he had no complaints. While Wendis began working on her dress, Simon locked the door and pulled off his own armor. The healing process had generally cleaned him, but he wouldn't feel completely clean until he had a bath. But after what they'd be doing, he'd need another bath anyway.
As complicated as it looked, it didn't take long for Wendis to get her dress off. She had intentionally had one made with that in mind. Underneath it she wore the minimum number of layers required of a lady and he helped her out of them, caressing her sides and kissing her back as he did so.
Finally she was naked in front of him, every bit as lovely as he remembered. Her breasts were as large as any succubus's, and though they hung naturally, they were no less beautiful for that. She slid her soft curves against his hard warrior's body, grinding against him with a hunger that matched his own. Simon slid one hand up to cup one of her breasts, while she tilted her head up to kiss him again.
They stumbled back into the chair and she straddled him in a well-practiced maneuver. In the years they had been married, they had only gotten better at fucking each other - and the first time hadn't been bad. His cock was so achingly hard Wendis didn't need to guide it, she just lifted her hips and slid down onto his length.
He let out a sigh of pleasure while Wendis moaned softly. Once he was fully hilted inside her, she began to rock her hips, squeezing around him while she arched her body against his. She was grinding hard, looking for release, so Simon put his hands on her hips and moved with her.
One of the strangest parts about sexual magic was that it left men feeling like they might burst any moment, then made it very difficult to come. Succubi wanted their prey hard, presumably. He knew that he wasn't going to come any time soon, but that didn't matter. There was no more demanding need now, he could just enjoy his wife's pussy. She was incredibly wet - she had been looking forward to his return just as much as he had.
Wendis came softly, clutching his back hard but otherwise without any external sign. Her pussy clenched tightly, of course, and he enjoyed the sensations around his cock. When she came down, however, she began rocking her hips again with a grin. Once might have taken the edge off, but she was nowhere near done.
Simon had no idea how long they made love to each other like that, but eventually he realized that the sounds were wrong. He was intimately familiar with the way their bodies worked together, and there was some other sound. At first he'd thought Wendis was just unusually wet, but...
Linda was sitting up on the couch, staring at them with wide eyes. Both her hands were stuffed inside her pants, desperately fingering herself as she watched them. Judging from the sounds, she was plenty wet herself. Wendis realized as well and smiled, though she didn't stop moving her hips for a second.
"So, you're up... Simon said your name was Linda?"
"What?" Linda gaped at them. Plenty of women were taken aback by how casually Wendis could act while fucking, but the way her pussy moved around him left no doubt in his mind where her interests lay. In fact, the conversation was just making her more eager.
"You're from Aram, right? Mm, lovely tan skin..."
"W-why?" Linda made a choked sound. "Don't taunt me like this! I still feel so hot... I need it so badly..."
"Who said we were taunting you?" Wendis gave the other woman a brilliant smile that seemed to disarm her slightly. "You have a few seconds to object before you get pulled in!"
"I... I... please." Linda practically whispered the last word. Immediately Wendis rose off Simon's cock and advanced on the younger woman. Simon joined her, helping her strip off her remaining clothes.
Though Linda wasn't as shapely as Wendis, her body was firm and toned. All her training hadn't taken away the softness of her thighs or the size of her breasts, however, which Simon finally allowed himself to look at without shame. Part of him was still uncomfortable with the openness of his marriage, but he couldn't help himself with Wendis practically drooling over her.
"You need it bad, huh?" Wendis grinned and then bent down. "I'll take care of you."
She bent at the edge of the couch and slid her face between Linda's thighs. The warrior seemed to try to keep them closed for a moment, but soon gave in. Wendis began licking at her outer folds and Linda broke down in relieved moans as she finally found sexual release.
For a while Simon just stood there, watching his wife in admiration. She seemed to have a supernatural sense for the other woman's pussy, quickly teasing out all her weakest points and driving her pleasure higher. It wasn't supernatural, though, she was just a very close observer. Simon could only hope that he could learn some of it from her.
In a surprisingly short amount of time Wendis brought Linda to her first orgasm, breaking the hold the sexual magic had over her. She was really very good with her mouth. She could have gotten him off faster that way, but she liked fucking too much to start with a blowjob. He wasn't going to complain about fucking his wife long and hard. Besides, he much preferred slow, lazy blowjobs from Wendis, as she often did early in the morning.
Thinking about her that way brought a new insistence to the hardness of his cock. Simon knelt beside Wendis and pulled her face away long enough to kiss her. He tastes Linda's juices on her lips, and Linda herself moaned at the sight. Wendis pulled back and smiled.
"I'm not done with her yet, but I think you can make this even better."
Instead of answering, Simon moved behind Wendis and gently pulled her hips upward. Wendis eagerly got into position on the couch, her ass raised for him to mount while she kept her face in between Linda's legs. Simon slid back into her tight warmth and began enjoying a slow pace of thrusting while she went back to work at Linda's pussy.
The experience was calming, strange as it felt to think about fucking that way. He was just enjoying Wendis's body, neither of them needing to come any time soon. Meanwhile, she was fully enjoying herself with another woman. Just watching the two of them helped him relax... and of course, that made it much easier for him to come despite all the tension of the past weeks.
Simon held off until Linda came again and slumped - then he stopped being gentle. He grabbed Wendis's hips and thrust into her hard. As he fucked her hard and fast she had to pull back from Linda's pussy to cry out in pleasure. She thrust her hips back against his thrusts, wanting it just as badly. Though he could have fucked her like that forever, once they reached top speed he didn't last long and exploded inside her.
After that, his legs suddenly felt weak as if his exhaustion was catching up to him. He fell back to sit on the couch, his cock sliding out of Wendis and finally starting to go soft. His wife moved back with him, resting her back against his chest. Simon put one arm around her back and, after a moment, began to caress one of her breasts. He'd been away from her too long.
With an appreciative murmur, Wendis snuggled back against him. Her hand slid across his thigh and found his cock. She slid her fingers around him - not particularly trying to get him hard again, just enjoying touching him. But with his cum still oozing out of her pussy, she'd be happy to relax for a while.
On the other side of the couch, Linda was staring at them with wide eyes. Though she looked at them through a haze of sated desire, there was a curiosity he recognized there. Simon liked what he saw, and he knew that his wife was probably elated to see it. They'd had a few negative encounters with other women, but most of the time it ended very well indeed.
"What..." Linda shook her head slowly. "Are you two married?"
"Oh, definitely." Wendis leaned back to kiss Simon again. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy anyone who wants to join us. The succubi do have a few things to teach us."
"I... see."
"So, you're an Aramite soldier? I hear my husband saved you."
"To be fair," Simon said, "she saved my life too. She's stronger than I am."
Linda shook her head sharply. "No, I'm not. Maybe better at fighting, but you - both of you - I just can't compete. You're both stronger where it counts."
"Aww, are you intimidated?" Wendis smiled. "That's adorable. And it really makes me want to have you again."
"That's..." Linda looked away nervously. "I... I wouldn't mind that. If... if you want."
"Oh, I do want." Wendis sat up to lean closer to Linda, though she didn't stop playing with Simon's cock. "But right now, I want to know more about you. Specifically, are you just interested in women? Because I would really like to see you with Simon."
"Oh my." Linda's eyes grew wide, but she didn't refuse.
"I can imagine it now. You were probably both desperate for release, but of course Simon was too honorable to do anything."
He coughed. "It was the middle of the battlefield."
"Details, details. I can imagine it all now - don't tell me anything about it, what I'm imagining is probably much better." Wendis finally moved away from Simon, instead pulling Linda closer. She first drew the other woman into a kiss, then pulled her toward Simon. "Well, this is your lucky day. We'll take good, good care of you."
Suddenly pushed into his lap, Linda was surprisingly shy again, staring into his eyes. "Simon? I just... want to say that it's not just the lust magic. You seem like a good man, like someone I'd want to be with. For a night, at least. There's nothing wrong with us sharing this, right?"
"Nothing at all." Simon smiled at her and pulled her onto his lap. Linda instinctively spread her legs and they moved into position so that Simon was sitting and she was straddling his lap. His cock was getting hard again, expanding against her firm stomach. Linda bit her lip as she looked down at it, shifting as she got into position.
She tried to take a hand off his shoulder to line his cock up with her entrance, but her legs wobbled when she did and she grabbed his chest for support. Though Linda started to say something, before she could, Wendis reached down and held Simon's cock in place. Linda gave her a grateful smile and sank down onto his shaft.
It was easy to slide all the way inside her, after Wendis had eaten her through two orgasms. Soon their hips were pushing together, his entire length deep in her pussy. Linda bit her lip and twitched back and forth, as if she couldn't take much more than that, but slowly she started to move faster.
Though she didn't feel as fantastic as Wendis, who knew his cock so well by now, Linda's pussy was hot, wet, and extremely tight. It had clearly been a while since she had sex, but as she began to move her pussy adapted to his shape. Simon guided her irregular movements, enjoying the sight of her warrior's body moving on top of him. Her sleek muscles moved smoothly while her breasts bounced up and down as she rode him.
With the first explosive orgasm out of the way, Simon had stamina to spare. Linda was beginning to pant for breath as she kept up the pace, so he began to move her with one hand, while his other caressed her breasts. She threw her head back, silky black hair shaking, and began to moan softly.
She might have brought herself to a huge, building orgasm that way, but Wendis couldn't hold herself back that long. Abruptly she was behind Linda, her pale body sliding against the other woman's dusky skin. One hand toyed with the breast Simon wasn't touching while her other hand slid lower to touch the other woman's clit. Linda let out a cry and began moving even faster.
In Wendis's capable hands, she didn't have much of a chance. Soon she was driven to another explosive orgasm, her entire body clenching up. For a long moment she froze with her back arched, quivering, then she collapsed forward against his chest. Wendis went with her, which put her face close to Simon's. She grinned.
He smiled as he realized the truth. Yes, Wendis had probably wanted to bring her to orgasm. But she also wanted more of him.
"Let's keep this one," Wendis said, touching her forehead against his. "But right now, I just want you."
Simon smiled at her and pulled her into another kiss. The chamber soon resounded with cries of pleasure.
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This story is set in the world of The Last Sovereign, prior to the events of the game. Whether you are already familiar with the characters and setting or if this was your introduction to them, I hope you enjoyed this little prequel. ^-^
His breath coming harsh and ragged, it was all Simon could do to throw himself behind cover. One wall of a barn had collapsed against the adjacent house, leaving a triangular space between them. Judging from the burn marks, the barn had been destroyed by simple fire magic, not some orgasmic spell, so it was probably safe enough.
Moments after he leapt inside, he felt the wave of sexual energy shudder over the earth. It swept past everything, but just like Wendis had said, it followed the contours of the land. Hidden between the buildings, most of it rolled past him. A few wisps might have gotten inside, clouding his mind with thoughts of lust, but that could have been the impact of the battle itself.
Simon bit his lip until he could taste blood. He knew some veterans who could push aside the lust with a few deep breaths, but he'd never been able to manage it. As soon as he felt clear-headed, he got back up and crouched beside the entrance to his hiding place. He could still hear a few whimpers and the sounds of the enemy taking their pleasure, but they wouldn't be able to build up a wave like that any time soon.
Simon emerged, doing his best to relax his body. It wasn't just the tension of the battle, it was the aching sexual need that the succubi produced in their enemies. His cock was rock hard in his pants, desperate for relief. If he didn't watch himself, he'd end up doing something embarrassing... and fatal.
At times like these, he could almost understand how some soldiers decided to throw down their weapons and surrender into the arms of the Incubus King's hordes. It was certainly an easier death than being killed by orcs or even worse creatures. Simon squared his shoulders and reminded himself of how much had been lost. He just had to make it through until he could get back to Wendis.
The thought of his wife brought a smile to his face, but not for long. Amid all the other cries, Simon realized there was one that was more discomfort than pleasure. And it was close. He quickly scanned the ruined village until he spotted the source: three figures wearing light armor, slumped against the side of one building. They must have tried to leap out of the way of the sexual wave and still taken the majority of it.
In other words, they'd be prime targets for any succubi headed their way. Simon headed toward them, though he kept his sword out just in case it was a trap of some kind. While he didn't think any succubi had gotten this far, it never hurt to be cautious.
Once he got closer, he rubbed the ring on his left hand. Not his wedding ring, but the one beside it that Wendis had enchanted to detect illusions. When he was out in the field like this, it was hard to say which ring he valued more.
Since no illusions were detected, he could trust that the soldiers really were what they appeared to be. Sheathing his sword, Simon examined them. Three humans, all wearing light armor. It looked Aramite in design, but given how ragtag a lot of the new legions were, that might not mean anything. Simon shook all three to try to wake them up, but it looked like they were caught in the magic's grip.
One day, he really hoped someone figured out a way to break the grip of lust magic. Until then, he'd have to carry them back to relative safety. The higher-ups seemed to accept that battles with new soldiers would have heavy casualties, but Simon tried to save as many as possible. After this many years of war, they desperately needed more veterans.
Taking them one at a time was going to be difficult, especially since ground troops would be closing on their location. But as Simon started to heft the first soldier up, he was surprised to see one of the others begin to stir. As the unknown soldier tugged at helmet straps, Simon realized that it was a woman.
She tossed it aside and gasped for breath, trying to clear her head of the magic. It gave him an uncomfortably long amount of time to look at her. Like most Aramites, she had dark tan skin and straight dark hair, though she'd cut it into a bob around her head so she could wear a helmet. She was young and surprisingly attractive - or maybe that was just the lust magic talking.
Abruptly her gaze swung up at him and he saw pink light swirling there. She gave a soft moan and took a step toward him.
"What's your name, soldier?" Simon spoke as sharply as he could, bringing her up short. She stared at him a moment, then shook her head again. It seemed to clear her mind a little, but it also tousled her hair and that did not help Simon's desire any. He forced himself to keep staring in her eyes, needing the professional barrier between them as much as she did.
"Linda." She massaged her forehead with both hands. "I feel... Goddess, I've never felt like this."
"Stay focused, it will pass. My name is Simon. Where are you from, Linda?"
"Aram. Little northern province, nothing a foreigner would know... well, I guess it doesn't matter now. They took everyone there, made them into..." Her eyes fell as she remembered what had happened to northern Aram. He could see her beginning to waver and took that moment to grab the front of her armor and pull her up to meet his gaze.
"Remember what they did," he growled. "Focus on your sadness. Or anger. Or hatred. Just concentrate on some other emotion to keep the lust at bay."
Linda blinked rapidly, seeming to come back to herself. "You're... you're right. But the priestess said we shouldn't focus on hatred, that it would harm us too..."
"Fuck that. You're in a war, soldier - use whatever weapons you have at hand."
"I'll try. But I didn't expect it to be like this... I want to fuck so bad, I-"
"If you're feeling better, then help me carry the others." Simon gestured toward the two soldiers who remained stunned and immediately bent down to lift one. His movement pulled Linda into action as well, working with the other soldier. She only had to remove a little of the other soldier's armor before she was able to lift him, which spoke very well of her strength.
They began heading for the church while Simon eyed the horizon. He could see the advance parties of orcs coming now, but he was more worried about succubi who might swoop down at any moment. Though most of them were occupied with the orgy that had set off the lust wave, some might be left out or still have the presence of mind to keep up the attack. He couldn't relax yet.
Meanwhile, Linda obviously needed to keep talking. "I thought... I expected to feel magic hitting my mind, or something. But instead I just feel so hot... so desperate..." She swallowed and shifted her soldier uncomfortably. "This man... I barely even know him, didn't like what I learned of him in this battle, but... Goddess, I almost jumped on top of him."
"It might feel like you, but these feelings aren't yours. Stay focused." Simon tried to give her an encouraging smile, though he didn't feel it. It'd be so easy to throw her down, tear off her armor... "It isn't far now. The church is the best-defended point in town, so these men should be safe there."
"Then the feelings... they'll fade? After the battle?"
Simon winced and looked away. "No. Not easily, anyway."
"Then what?" She stared at him as if desperate for an answer and he did his best.
"The easiest way is to find a priestess, let them purge the energy. But they're busy these days, so you might have to deal with it yourself. Do what you have to do, just stay focused until the battle is over."
"Goddess, I feel so... I have to wait until the battle is over? Are you sur-"
"Careful," Simon said sharply. "If you let down your guard, you'll be defenseless when the next wave comes. And believe me, if a succubus gets to you then, that's it. Even if your body survives, you won't be yourself anymore. Never let yourself think it might be easier that way."
She nodded grimly and they walked in silence for a time. Simon felt a sense of relief when he finally saw the church ahead and sped up. Though he was tired from carrying the soldier, it was even worse holding it all in. He could carry on well enough on his own, but talking about sex with this young woman... well, he was glad she hadn't removed any of her own armor.
A priest and priestess were maintaining the barrier surrounding the church, and eyed them suspiciously when they approached. Simon had learned it was easier not to try to prove himself in battles like this, when everyone was so suspicious. Instead he set down the soldier he was carrying just outside the barrier.
"We're not asking for you to lower the barrier. Just purge these two until you're satisfied they're human. Linda here will defend them until you're done. Treat her too, and don't let her fall asleep."
"What?" Linda had been setting her soldier down, but now straightened abruptly. "Why are you leaving me here?"
"That was your first major lust blast, right?"
"Yes..."
"The first one is always the worst. Take as much time as you need to clear your head, prepare yourself for the next battle."
She didn't look happy, but she also didn't refuse. Simon doubted that he actually outranked her, considering he wasn't an officer and she was from a different country's army, but maybe she would follow his orders anyway. Hopefully it would keep her alive.
Plus, he really needed to get away from her. Simon headed back into the town and drew his sword again, getting ready for the coming assault parties and trying to clear his own head. Though he was still in control, there was a dangerously thin line between that and abandoning himself.
His entire body was burning with desire. He tried to focus on his wife, and without an attractive young woman beside him it was much easier. Wendis would be happy to greet him when he got back and they could relieve their stress together. Images of their bodies intertwined flashed through his mind, and though Simon knew he was partially succumbing to the lust in his mind, he let it happen. Anything to ease the tension.
The technique worked well enough, so long as no succubus ever figured out how to take advantage of it. Most just trusted their impossibly beautiful bodies to seduce men, but he could resist that. If one ever looked inside his mind and made herself look like Wendis, though, his defenses would probably crumble like dry leaves...
Abruptly Simon spotted a troop of monsters ahead, and their twisted bodies pushed most of the sexual thoughts from his mind. Killing would make things a little easier, though he wouldn't be able to throw himself into battle the way many warriors did. He didn't know where they got such superhuman strength, but he clearly lacked something they had.
That didn't mean he was useless, however. Simon moved in the path of the orcs enough for them to spot him, but then retreated in the doorway of a house. The monsters came at him mindlessly, not considering how effective a choke point he was occupying. One on one, Simon could cut down the monsters as they came.
If they were smart, they'd move archers into position and drive him back, but instead the horde split around the building. Simon kept hacking at the ones who came through the door, ignoring the burning in his arms. They were stumbling over the corpses in the doorway now, making them easy targets, but he was also getting tired. One mistake and he might be dead.
Eventually, though, the stream of monsters ended. Simon dropped down to one knee and tried to catch his breath. He hadn't stopped the troop, but he'd split them in half and killed at least some of them. That was about as much as one man could do, on a battlefield like this. As soon as he felt able, he wiped his sword off and pulled himself to his feet.
"Th-thank you, mister." A soft female voice emerged from deeper in the house. Simon looked up and saw a young woman there, staring at the corpses with fearful eyes even as she came closer. She wore only a simple white shift, which clung to her shapely breasts and swished around her thighs. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus on tactics.
"Why are you still here? You should be a-" Simon felt the ring on his finger burn and realized the answer to his own question, but it was too late.
The woman lunged forward with inhuman speed, her illusion tearing away. By the time she collided with him, her form had twisted into the succubus she truly was. Simon was slammed back to the floor, but he barely felt the impact - it was nothing compared to the succubus landing on top of his hips, her pussy rubbing against his crotch.
For a moment he could only stare up at her, eyes drinking in her beauty. She looked like a woman, but no woman's body screamed to be fucked like this. Except if he gave in, she'd suck out his soul and leave behind nothing but a husk. Simon started struggling, but the strength was already leaving his limbs.
"Ooh, you're strong! You're going to taste great!" The succubus smiled down at him lasciviously, wiggling her hips from side to side. "I should really eat you right away, but I feel kind of bad killing you after you fought so hard. So... how about I let you die happy?"
Not waiting for an answer, she began to slither down his body, her curves swaying enticingly. She tore off the plate that guarded his crotch easily and pawed at his pants, finding his cock achingly hard. Grinning, she licked the outside of his pants, and even that made Simon groan.
"Not bad, for a human. Now, let's see what you have for me..."
He had a knife. Simon slammed it straight into that gorgeous pale throat before he could stop himself, then collapsed onto his side, panting for breath. The succubus dropped to the floor lifelessly, sexual magic dying around her but leaving him aching even worse.
It had taken all his focus to overcome her control and yank the knife from its hidden location. He had barely even noticed that she had gotten his cock out of his pants. In a few more seconds she would have gotten him into her mouth, and though it would have been heavenly, that might have killed him. Once he had resisted a blowjob from a succubus, but he'd barely kept his sanity, and that hadn't been after such a long time away from Wendis.
Getting his cock back into his pants was painful, with it still so hard. The lower plate of his armor was ruined, but thankfully she hadn't destroyed his pants. Simon stood back up and tried to shake the stiffness out of his joints. There was nothing he could do about the stiffness of his cock, of course.
He found himself staring down at the succubus. Even dead and without her magic, she was incredibly beautiful. Part of his mind insisted that it wouldn't hurt to fuck her now, use her body to relieve some tension. He knew it would be a fatal mistake and yet part of him still considered at least getting his cock between those incredible tits of hers.
Instead, Simon focused on the pool of blood by her neck. He recovered his sword, then gave her corpse an awkward salute. Whatever her methods, she was an enemy combatant who had nearly killed him. Though he wasn't sure if that really deserved respect, that was all he had to cling to with the lust burning so hot in his mind.
When he emerged from the house, however, Simon realized that he had bigger problems. The main army might not be advancing on the town, but there were orcs everywhere now, trying to scavenge. They looked scrawny, and would have been nothing to a disciplined regiment, but alone and tired? He could very well die on a rusted orc spear.
"Human die!"
Without the mindlessly shouted warning, Simon wasn't sure if he would have jumped in time. As it was, he only barely threw himself out of the way of the axe that whirled overhead and embedded itself in the wall of the house. A huge orc was stomping toward him - it had stupidly thrown its axe, but it looked like it could tear him apart with its bare hands.
Holding his sword at ready, Simon went perfectly still. He waited until the orc got in range, then uncoiled in a flashing motion. His slash opened a long wound on the orc's chest, but it ignored the blood. Instead it kept charging, grabbing ahold of him and driving him to the ground. Laughing, it grabbed for his skull, claw-like fingernails going for his eyes.
Simon's sword went through the orc's stomach. It grunted in surprise, and that gave him enough time to disembowel the orc. After fighting enough of the big ones, Simon had learned that he couldn't count on killing them in one blow, he just didn't have the strength. But they usually let down their guard after they staggered him, and then he could land a fatal blow.
He stood up and tried to wipe himself off. It showed just how much the lust was starting to affect him that even the orc's guts didn't soften his cock. If he didn't g-
No, he had bigger problems. The sound of the fight had drawn several more orcs. Small, but they were coming at him from several sides. There was just no way he could kill them all, not in his current condition. If he accepted that he was going to take a mortal injury, maybe he could take one out in the first exchange, then turn on the others, but...
Without warning, one of the orcs fell in a shower of blood. Behind it, Simon saw Linda lunge forward through the spray. She had cut down the next orc before it realized she was there, her blade severing its arm and going deep into its side. Yet she was able to yank it out easily, whirling underneath the next orc's attack and slicing through his chest on the way up.
As Linda slaughtered the remaining orcs, Simon realized that he'd misjudged her. She might be an amateur dealing with sexual magic, but she'd fought before. Whatever warrior's talent he utterly lacked, she had it in spades. Fortunately, she finished off the orcs before he could stare.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm uninjured. Thank you." He averted his gaze so that he couldn't see her catching her breath. It was all too easy to imagine her out of breath underneath him, or on top of him, or... "You didn't go into the church?"
"I couldn't let you go off alone, could I?"
She stepped closer to him and Simon realized that he really should have been looking at her. Though she had thrown off the lust magic stunning her, some of it had worked its way in deep. The hunger in her eyes now was nothing natural. He took a step back and bit his lip again to keep himself focused. The coppery taste barely helped.
"Well, I'm grateful you saved me. But we need to get back soon, before we're overwhelmed."
"I... right." She nodded stiffly and moved after him, no doubt struggling with the lust magic on her own. Simon left her to that struggle and tried to focus on getting back. He'd mapped the town in his mind on his way here, but he had no idea what had happened in the meantime.
"Did the priestesses say anything about the counter-spell?"
"Uh, I didn't talk to them long after I made sure the others got inside. There's some kind of spell?"
"They've spread themselves too thin here, so the High Priestess wants to hit them back. Purity magic against their lust. But I have no idea when it will happen." He wasn't even sure if it would be today, but he desperately hoped that it would be soon. Not only did the spell mean that Wendis and the others had caught up, but he didn't think he could survive another battle like today's.
Fortunately, when they neared the town square, Simon finally spotted more soldiers. They had wiped out all the nearby orcs and were laughing - in fact, they were acting like the battle was won. Several succubi had been tied up in the town stocks and a few soldiers were lining up to use them. Simon immediately stopped and raised a hand in Linda's path.
"No. We stay away."
"What?" She frowned at him. "You don't approve? They'd do the same to us."
"It has nothing to do with what's fair and everything to do with what we can survive right now. We've taken far too much sexual magic to risk it like this."
"Are you sure? Wouldn't we just let off some of the tension?" Linda chewed on her lower lip, eyeing the naked succubi with a hunger that was more than magic-driven. She might be attracted to him, but she was interested in women, too, Simon found himself fixing on that detail and had to fling the thought aside.
"No, even when they're captive, without proper restraints they can twist your mind. You might feel better in the short term, but you'll be weaker against the next threat." Simon rubbed his eyes with one hand, trying to force back the lust. This didn't feel right. He couldn't pin down the exact problem, but his instincts were telling him-
A shadow flitted overhead.
Without a second thought, Simon grabbed Linda and dragged her into the nearest building. They fell in a tangle of limbs, but for once Simon was barely distracted by her body against his. Not with what he suspected was happening outside.
They'd barely gotten into cover before she descended. Clad all in black, the succubus floated on her own power. The soldiers below began to hoot and holler at her... and then they began to burst into flame. She smiled as she floated to the ground, unleashing destruction all around her.
It was Riala. Simon recognized the elite succubus, since he'd had to flee from her on multiple occasions. In a strange way, he respected her. Whereas most succubi fought with their natural sexual magic, Riala was capable of wielding raw elemental power. She was capable of using lust as well, he knew that all too well, but she didn't use it when raw destruction was better.
Unfortunately, respecting her made it so much harder to tear his eyes away. Unlike most succubi, who practically painted their clothes on, Riala was mostly covered in black robes that matched her wings and hair. The glimpses she offered of pure white skin at her shoulders made it all the more tantalizing.
Simon wasn't being love-struck when he felt that his wife was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Wendis was unquestionably a stunning woman. But Riala... well, it was almost impossible to compare them. Her breasts stood high and proud in a way no human woman's could, and her curves were more exaggerated than anyone else he had seen.
Fortunately, after she finished laying waste to the troops around her, Riala simply lifted the captive succubi with magic and flew away. She looked serious and focused today, which was far worse than when she cheerfully chased him. Her dedication made it easier for him to imagine impossible scenarios between them, which did not help his situation.
With Riala gone, Simon realized that he was still lying on top of Linda. He quickly moved away, sitting back against the wall. Hopefully she would understand that he was just saving her, and wouldn't realize he'd subconsciously been rubbing his crotch against her ass.
"Simon..." Linda turned toward him, eyes alight, and Simon realized that he had a bigger problem. Before he could move, she straddled his legs, pinning him there against the wall. "I can't take it anymore... I need to come so badly..."
"Linda, don't..." He tried to push her away, but she was surprisingly strong. After slamming him back against the wall, she tore off the straps of her armor and sent it clattering behind her. The padding she had worn beneath it fell away, revealing an undershirt plastered to her body by sweat. Her dark breasts stood out starkly against the white shirt, her nipples practically poking through.
"I need it." Linda let out a low moan that stirred something inside him. She began tugging at her pants, eager to mount him for real.
Goddess, he wanted to give in. The main threat was past with Riala gone, and there probably weren't any orcs nearby. Wendis wouldn't be upset, she'd probably just want to hear about it. And Linda was a beautiful woman and a strong warrior, she didn't deserve to suffer like this. They could just surrender to it, take what they both deserved...
While she was off balance working at his pants, Simon pushed her over. She let out a yelp and he hopped to his feet. That was enough for the moment to be broken, though the haze of sexual magic still hung heavy between them. Linda let out a groan and looked up at him, tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Why not? Is there anything wrong with us taking a little pleasure for ourselves?"
"No." Simon fell back against the wall and rubbed his face. "But we need to stay focused. And I'm married." Saying that made a difference sometimes, and it did seem to get through to Linda. Best not to mention his wife's sexual appetites.
"Oh." Linda wiped her face as well, then climbed to her feet slowly. "Doesn't it ever feel unfair? They get to fuck all they want, but all we get to do is hold back, hold back, hold back. It hurts sometimes. Things were the same back in Aram - I thought I could escape it by becoming a soldier, but..."
Without warning, a shimmering wave of light passed over them. Simon's eyes widened as he realized it was the spell he had been awaiting for so long. It was too large and diffuse to have much impact on the sexual magic inside him, but it snuffed out many succubus spells and pushed back the monsters. If they hadn't already been falling back, they would definitely flee now. That was what Riala had been doing, starting a retreat.
A thump made Simon turn his gaze back down, and he realized that he was wrong. The purity magic must have clashed with all the lust boiling inside Linda, leading her to collapse. At least that was his theory; he was just guessing from things Wendis had told him.
Sighing, Simon bent down to pick her up. Without her armor she was uncomfortably feminine in his arms, and it took more of his willpower than he wanted to admit not to lay her down and take her right then. It was safe now, after all, and... he gritted his teeth and tried to focus on how hard she had fought. Most likely once she was in her right mind, she'd want nothing to do with him.
He wearily headed through town, alert for any lingering enemy troops but finding none. It looked like it was really over, at least for today. All they'd accomplished was pushing the Incubus King back one more step. That was a victory worth celebrating, but as tired as he was, he couldn't believe that the war would ever really end.
Soon he met reinforcements, but he didn't like the look in their eyes. These were men who had been fighting succubi a little too long and enjoying it a little too much. Leaving Linda with them wouldn't be safe at all. Instead he moved on, searching for priestesses and especially mages.
Goddess, he hoped that he wasn't lying and keeping her for himself. If he couldn't trust his own reason...
There weren't many people he knew in this legion. A lot of his old comrades-in-arms had died in Givini's Last Stand, and he hadn't made many connections in the new group. There was Wynn, of course, but she had left for Zirantia before he went on assignment. That meant he was just looking for his wife, and she would be at the core of the mages managing the spell.
Eventually he spotted a tower with magic swirling overhead. That was good enough. When he entered a few of the mages wrinkled their noses at the lust energy he was giving off, but they recognized him as Wendis's husband and knew better than to argue.
Just when he was beginning to get desperate, he saw her. Wendis broke away from a group of mages and gave him a brilliant smile. Just that smile stripping away so much of his pain and weariness. As usual in public, Wendis looked perfect, wearing a green dress that would have been at home on a high class lady instead of a mage. Her blond hair hung around her in the styled ringlets she loved so much and there was a ribbon with a flower in her hair.
Usually Simon refrained from ogling his wife in public, but in his current condition he couldn't help it. Though her neckline wasn't that low, Wendis's dress did nothing to hide the swell of her large breasts. The full sleeves and skirt did hide some of her body, but he had a clear image of her narrow waist and broad hips... and he'd probably be seeing them again soon.
If she noticed him looking, it just made her smile more. Wendis waved to him as she came closer. "Simon! You have no idea how good it is to see you!"
"Wendis." He let out a sigh he had been holding deep inside. "I think I have some idea."
"So, who is this?"
Simon blinked and only then remembered that he was still carrying Linda. He'd walked up to his wife carrying a half-naked, sweat-covered, moaning woman. Judging from other soldiers in camp complaining about their wives, that would have gotten most husbands in big trouble. He... didn't have that problem with Wendis.
"Well? Is she a present for me?" Wendis's eyes were dancing playfully. She knew that he'd entirely forgotten who he was carrying while looking for her and just found it funny.
"No, she's just someone I rescued. Her name is Linda. She took a lot of lust magic head-on."
"Yes, you both look in bad shape. We should get that taken care of." Wendis turned away and snapped her fingers at several of the younger mages nearby. They immediately hurried to obey her, pulling their entire group into a side room. It was nicely furnished; this tower must have been a noble's before the war.
Finally, everything was out of his hands. Literally, in the case of Linda, who was taken by some male priests and laid down on a couch. Meanwhile, several healers guided him into a chair and soothing magic began washing over him. Simon sighed and relaxed back, though he kept his eyes open to watch Wendis, who was just staring as if drinking in the sight of him.
"Do a good job, girls," she said. "I'm going to need him in a bit."
They nodded, though a few blushed and averted their gazes. Simon's scrapes and bruises were already mostly healed, but now the magic was working on the deep exhaustion in his bones. A priestess swept away the lust magic in him, but that left him with plenty of desire of his own. As much unnatural lust as succubi could create, they also worked by manipulating human lust, and magic couldn't remove that easily.
"I want you so badly," Wendis said softly. She bent closer to him, smoothing down the collar of his tunic. That also gave him a good look at her cleavage, which was no doubt her intention. But he heard the hunger in her voice and couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong.
"Were there complications with the spell? It seemed to go well, but there was that wave of lust... did you take feedback from it?"
Wendis laughed at his cynicism. "I don't want you because of any sexual magic, Simon, I want you because I've been away from my husband for weeks. So much time to imagine all the things we can do together..."
Now plenty of the mages and healers were definitely flushed. It might not be a succubus's aura, but Wendis was radiating plenty of sexuality herself. As soon as they were done, they fled from the room. Some of them waited awkwardly around Linda, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but in the end decided to retreat rather than ask about what to do with her.
"So, no time to shave?" Wendis ran a hand through his beard.
"Ah, sorry." He'd almost forgotten about it, but now scratched it idly.
"Oh, I'm not complaining. Maybe just trim it into a nice style... yes, I think I would like that very much."
Simon was about to ask if they should get a razor, but the look in Wendis's eyes suggested that was definitely not what they were doing now. She slid down into his lap and kissed him, and that kiss took away even more of his weariness than the healing magic. Simon let himself sink into it, drawing her close and just enjoying having her in his arms again.
Eventually, however, Wendis wanted more. And he'd been hard for weeks, so he had no complaints. While Wendis began working on her dress, Simon locked the door and pulled off his own armor. The healing process had generally cleaned him, but he wouldn't feel completely clean until he had a bath. But after what they'd be doing, he'd need another bath anyway.
As complicated as it looked, it didn't take long for Wendis to get her dress off. She had intentionally had one made with that in mind. Underneath it she wore the minimum number of layers required of a lady and he helped her out of them, caressing her sides and kissing her back as he did so.
Finally she was naked in front of him, every bit as lovely as he remembered. Her breasts were as large as any succubus's, and though they hung naturally, they were no less beautiful for that. She slid her soft curves against his hard warrior's body, grinding against him with a hunger that matched his own. Simon slid one hand up to cup one of her breasts, while she tilted her head up to kiss him again.
They stumbled back into the chair and she straddled him in a well-practiced maneuver. In the years they had been married, they had only gotten better at fucking each other - and the first time hadn't been bad. His cock was so achingly hard Wendis didn't need to guide it, she just lifted her hips and slid down onto his length.
He let out a sigh of pleasure while Wendis moaned softly. Once he was fully hilted inside her, she began to rock her hips, squeezing around him while she arched her body against his. She was grinding hard, looking for release, so Simon put his hands on her hips and moved with her.
One of the strangest parts about sexual magic was that it left men feeling like they might burst any moment, then made it very difficult to come. Succubi wanted their prey hard, presumably. He knew that he wasn't going to come any time soon, but that didn't matter. There was no more demanding need now, he could just enjoy his wife's pussy. She was incredibly wet - she had been looking forward to his return just as much as he had.
Wendis came softly, clutching his back hard but otherwise without any external sign. Her pussy clenched tightly, of course, and he enjoyed the sensations around his cock. When she came down, however, she began rocking her hips again with a grin. Once might have taken the edge off, but she was nowhere near done.
Simon had no idea how long they made love to each other like that, but eventually he realized that the sounds were wrong. He was intimately familiar with the way their bodies worked together, and there was some other sound. At first he'd thought Wendis was just unusually wet, but...
Linda was sitting up on the couch, staring at them with wide eyes. Both her hands were stuffed inside her pants, desperately fingering herself as she watched them. Judging from the sounds, she was plenty wet herself. Wendis realized as well and smiled, though she didn't stop moving her hips for a second.
"So, you're up... Simon said your name was Linda?"
"What?" Linda gaped at them. Plenty of women were taken aback by how casually Wendis could act while fucking, but the way her pussy moved around him left no doubt in his mind where her interests lay. In fact, the conversation was just making her more eager.
"You're from Aram, right? Mm, lovely tan skin..."
"W-why?" Linda made a choked sound. "Don't taunt me like this! I still feel so hot... I need it so badly..."
"Who said we were taunting you?" Wendis gave the other woman a brilliant smile that seemed to disarm her slightly. "You have a few seconds to object before you get pulled in!"
"I... I... please." Linda practically whispered the last word. Immediately Wendis rose off Simon's cock and advanced on the younger woman. Simon joined her, helping her strip off her remaining clothes.
Though Linda wasn't as shapely as Wendis, her body was firm and toned. All her training hadn't taken away the softness of her thighs or the size of her breasts, however, which Simon finally allowed himself to look at without shame. Part of him was still uncomfortable with the openness of his marriage, but he couldn't help himself with Wendis practically drooling over her.
"You need it bad, huh?" Wendis grinned and then bent down. "I'll take care of you."
She bent at the edge of the couch and slid her face between Linda's thighs. The warrior seemed to try to keep them closed for a moment, but soon gave in. Wendis began licking at her outer folds and Linda broke down in relieved moans as she finally found sexual release.
For a while Simon just stood there, watching his wife in admiration. She seemed to have a supernatural sense for the other woman's pussy, quickly teasing out all her weakest points and driving her pleasure higher. It wasn't supernatural, though, she was just a very close observer. Simon could only hope that he could learn some of it from her.
In a surprisingly short amount of time Wendis brought Linda to her first orgasm, breaking the hold the sexual magic had over her. She was really very good with her mouth. She could have gotten him off faster that way, but she liked fucking too much to start with a blowjob. He wasn't going to complain about fucking his wife long and hard. Besides, he much preferred slow, lazy blowjobs from Wendis, as she often did early in the morning.
Thinking about her that way brought a new insistence to the hardness of his cock. Simon knelt beside Wendis and pulled her face away long enough to kiss her. He tastes Linda's juices on her lips, and Linda herself moaned at the sight. Wendis pulled back and smiled.
"I'm not done with her yet, but I think you can make this even better."
Instead of answering, Simon moved behind Wendis and gently pulled her hips upward. Wendis eagerly got into position on the couch, her ass raised for him to mount while she kept her face in between Linda's legs. Simon slid back into her tight warmth and began enjoying a slow pace of thrusting while she went back to work at Linda's pussy.
The experience was calming, strange as it felt to think about fucking that way. He was just enjoying Wendis's body, neither of them needing to come any time soon. Meanwhile, she was fully enjoying herself with another woman. Just watching the two of them helped him relax... and of course, that made it much easier for him to come despite all the tension of the past weeks.
Simon held off until Linda came again and slumped - then he stopped being gentle. He grabbed Wendis's hips and thrust into her hard. As he fucked her hard and fast she had to pull back from Linda's pussy to cry out in pleasure. She thrust her hips back against his thrusts, wanting it just as badly. Though he could have fucked her like that forever, once they reached top speed he didn't last long and exploded inside her.
After that, his legs suddenly felt weak as if his exhaustion was catching up to him. He fell back to sit on the couch, his cock sliding out of Wendis and finally starting to go soft. His wife moved back with him, resting her back against his chest. Simon put one arm around her back and, after a moment, began to caress one of her breasts. He'd been away from her too long.
With an appreciative murmur, Wendis snuggled back against him. Her hand slid across his thigh and found his cock. She slid her fingers around him - not particularly trying to get him hard again, just enjoying touching him. But with his cum still oozing out of her pussy, she'd be happy to relax for a while.
On the other side of the couch, Linda was staring at them with wide eyes. Though she looked at them through a haze of sated desire, there was a curiosity he recognized there. Simon liked what he saw, and he knew that his wife was probably elated to see it. They'd had a few negative encounters with other women, but most of the time it ended very well indeed.
"What..." Linda shook her head slowly. "Are you two married?"
"Oh, definitely." Wendis leaned back to kiss Simon again. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy anyone who wants to join us. The succubi do have a few things to teach us."
"I... see."
"So, you're an Aramite soldier? I hear my husband saved you."
"To be fair," Simon said, "she saved my life too. She's stronger than I am."
Linda shook her head sharply. "No, I'm not. Maybe better at fighting, but you - both of you - I just can't compete. You're both stronger where it counts."
"Aww, are you intimidated?" Wendis smiled. "That's adorable. And it really makes me want to have you again."
"That's..." Linda looked away nervously. "I... I wouldn't mind that. If... if you want."
"Oh, I do want." Wendis sat up to lean closer to Linda, though she didn't stop playing with Simon's cock. "But right now, I want to know more about you. Specifically, are you just interested in women? Because I would really like to see you with Simon."
"Oh my." Linda's eyes grew wide, but she didn't refuse.
"I can imagine it now. You were probably both desperate for release, but of course Simon was too honorable to do anything."
He coughed. "It was the middle of the battlefield."
"Details, details. I can imagine it all now - don't tell me anything about it, what I'm imagining is probably much better." Wendis finally moved away from Simon, instead pulling Linda closer. She first drew the other woman into a kiss, then pulled her toward Simon. "Well, this is your lucky day. We'll take good, good care of you."
Suddenly pushed into his lap, Linda was surprisingly shy again, staring into his eyes. "Simon? I just... want to say that it's not just the lust magic. You seem like a good man, like someone I'd want to be with. For a night, at least. There's nothing wrong with us sharing this, right?"
"Nothing at all." Simon smiled at her and pulled her onto his lap. Linda instinctively spread her legs and they moved into position so that Simon was sitting and she was straddling his lap. His cock was getting hard again, expanding against her firm stomach. Linda bit her lip as she looked down at it, shifting as she got into position.
She tried to take a hand off his shoulder to line his cock up with her entrance, but her legs wobbled when she did and she grabbed his chest for support. Though Linda started to say something, before she could, Wendis reached down and held Simon's cock in place. Linda gave her a grateful smile and sank down onto his shaft.
It was easy to slide all the way inside her, after Wendis had eaten her through two orgasms. Soon their hips were pushing together, his entire length deep in her pussy. Linda bit her lip and twitched back and forth, as if she couldn't take much more than that, but slowly she started to move faster.
Though she didn't feel as fantastic as Wendis, who knew his cock so well by now, Linda's pussy was hot, wet, and extremely tight. It had clearly been a while since she had sex, but as she began to move her pussy adapted to his shape. Simon guided her irregular movements, enjoying the sight of her warrior's body moving on top of him. Her sleek muscles moved smoothly while her breasts bounced up and down as she rode him.
With the first explosive orgasm out of the way, Simon had stamina to spare. Linda was beginning to pant for breath as she kept up the pace, so he began to move her with one hand, while his other caressed her breasts. She threw her head back, silky black hair shaking, and began to moan softly.
She might have brought herself to a huge, building orgasm that way, but Wendis couldn't hold herself back that long. Abruptly she was behind Linda, her pale body sliding against the other woman's dusky skin. One hand toyed with the breast Simon wasn't touching while her other hand slid lower to touch the other woman's clit. Linda let out a cry and began moving even faster.
In Wendis's capable hands, she didn't have much of a chance. Soon she was driven to another explosive orgasm, her entire body clenching up. For a long moment she froze with her back arched, quivering, then she collapsed forward against his chest. Wendis went with her, which put her face close to Simon's. She grinned.
He smiled as he realized the truth. Yes, Wendis had probably wanted to bring her to orgasm. But she also wanted more of him.
"Let's keep this one," Wendis said, touching her forehead against his. "But right now, I just want you."
Simon smiled at her and pulled her into another kiss. The chamber soon resounded with cries of pleasure.
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This story is set in the world of The Last Sovereign, prior to the events of the game. Whether you are already familiar with the characters and setting or if this was your introduction to them, I hope you enjoyed this little prequel. ^-^