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I couldn’t bear to open my eyes. Fear and revulsion filled me, and I shuddered at the thought of enduring this next hour. I had agreed not to resist, but that didn’t mean I would cooperate. I swore to myself that he would not see me cry. “Mmm, look at you,” he said, from the opposite side, apparently circling me, “So wound up and tense. It’s like you’re expecting torture. That really isn’t my preference, you know.” I refused to acknowledge his statement, mentally counting down the seconds. “How delightfully stubborn!” he laughed, and I felt his arms wrap around me, picking me up. I still refused to open my eyes. I couldn’t bear to look at him. His scent, though… impossibly masculine, impossibly alluring. I tried to breathe through my mouth, though the appallingly appealing scent managed to cling to my tongue. “Let’s see, where might the bedroom be?” Sniff sniff. “Oh, you’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you? I smell your lust all over this house, but it’s strongest this way… oh, he’s taken you up against that wall, then. You like that, hmm? Lovely. And here’s your bedroom. Yes, the scent of your sex is much stronger in here… just yesterday, I would say. A nice send off to war. And he’ll have more again soon, now won’t he?” Despite my best intentions, I trembled at his words. I wanted to see Markus again, to feel him here beside me, in our bed, where the incubus gently laid me down. I held myself stiffly, only “not resisting” by the barest of technicalities. “You may as well relax,” he said, his voice sounding suspiciously kind. “I have no reason to hurt you.” I spat at him in response. He laughed. “You’re an enchantress, as I understand,” he said, and I heard what sounded like the rustling of cloth. My heart jumped into my throat. “Yes, I am,” I said, desperate for anything to distract him. “I was a child prodigy in enchantments… not many six year olds can animate their dolls. I did well in the magic academy I was sent to, though I never managed to branch into other areas of magic. Almost exclusively weaving magic, to bind with objects and areas.” “I see,” he said, and I smelled something. Hot… mouthwatering… my body quivered with lust at the barest scent of it. His hands unclasped the fittings at my shoulder, his skin as soft as feathers as he began to remove my armor. “Is that how you and Markus got together? The war general of Keisan, and the prodigy enchantress?” “No, not at all,” I said, trying to focus on my words, and not my breathing. I didn’t want to know what he was doing. I didn’t want to think about that… that smell. “We went to the same academy. We were both harassed a bit, for only being good at specialty magic, and we got to know each other. We were fascinated by the fact that our abilities were perfect opposites &#8211; we couldn’t comprehend the only magics the other knew. We became friends, and in time, we became more.” My armor was discarded, likely on the floor. He started on my shirt and pants. “Ah, so you’ve been together since before he became well known. Before the war began, as well?” I was shaking with fear at what he would do next, as close to naked as I was &#8211; only my underclothes remained. I couldn’t stop myself from curling up, desperately wishing to hide, wishing that he couldn’t see me. “Since before the war, yes,” I whispered, trying to think only of Markus, “This was our home, before the city was razed.” “You’re older than you look,” he said, with a tone that sounded of approval. “Been using magic to keep yourself young and tight for his pleasure?” At his words, he began to touch me, without actually removing my underclothes. It felt like hot oil on his fingers… it burned into my flesh, leaving trails of intense lust in its wake. I gasped as the tendrils of pleasure shot through my body into my groin. “Y&#8230;yes…” I whispered, my eyes flashing open. I looked into his eyes, naked fear and forced lust flooding my own gaze. Amusement and desire looked back into mine. Magic flickered from his fingers, arcing to my nipples, clothed as they were. The cloth burned at the contact, but the shock was pure pleasure, a damning contrast to the lust just inflicted. My body arched forward for more, despite my best intentions. He then flipped me onto my stomach. “Magic and sex is a specialty of mine,” he murmured, as he began to massage the oil into my back, forcing me to strain to hold still against the intensity of my mounting desire. “I might teach you a trick or two that you and he could enjoy.” “I’m not going to learn anything from you.” He laughed. “And webcam roulette how, my sweet darling, is that supposed to hurt me? Depriving yourself of knowledge is a shameful thing, for a renowned spellcaster such as yourself.” I decided not to grace that with a response. Besides, his hands were beginning to move lower down my back. It was hard to keep my muscles braced against him when his fingers moved that way. The gentle firmness of his touch felt like a promise not to hurt me… As his hands moved over my buttocks, slowly pulling away my underwear, I struggled to keep my legs pinned tightly closed. His slick hands slid between the cheeks, and began to rub around the hole there. I shuddered at the bizarre impulse to relax and let him in. “What is this oil you’re using, anyway?” I asked, trying to distract myself now. “Oil?” he asked, sounding legitimately surprised. “You’re doing a fine job of not paying attention, aren’t you? Chella, dear, it’s not oil at all. It’s my blood.” Author&#8217;s note: I hope you guys are enjoying this! Edit: Part 4 in s! Thanks to /u/beardymcawesomeness   Rubycona    4 s