A Virtual Temptress Ch. 13 (part 2)

“Heyyy!”

William watched as she skipped toward him, breasts bouncing hypnotically as they strained against the tight cotton dress. Blonde hair in ribboned ringlets flowed out from under her red hood. Her eyes were shadowed and sultry, eager and bright, sinful and innocent. She waved at him, red lips parting into a smile.

“No,” William muttered. “No, no, no. Not here. Not like this.” He could feel his body heat rising, blood flowing downward. Ungentlemanly thoughts came unbidden to his mind, remembering her eyes staring up at him in the back room at the Precinct building as she pulled down his pants and… The Templar shook his head, willing the image to go away, but in truth he’d been plagued by the girl ever since that night. His memory of the whole affair remained fuzzy.

The healers had called it an aftereffect of demonic magic, but he wasn’t so sure. Was it normal, to obsess this way over a girl he barely knew? It wasn’t as though he could ask anyone, given the taboo of relationships within the Templar Orders. Purity in all things, Gaius had told him. But that purity had proven increasingly difficult to hold onto in the past few weeks. Doubt had begun to consume him. And now, well...

“Hey, William!” she called, sashaying up to the gate. “I brought you something!” Lexi pursed her plump red lips, rummaging in the wicker basket hanging off her left arm and producing a small paper package of strawberries. “I figured you could use something sweet since you’ll be up all night.”

The Templar exhaled slowly, trying to think of the right words. “That is very kind of you but I must remain at my post.” He kept his tone neutral, staring straight ahead, but his eyes kept straying downward…

Lexi stood in front of the gate, pushing out her lips. “Aww,” she pouted. “Are you sure? They’re sooo yummy!” Lexi flicked open the package, pulling out a piece of fruit. “See!” She licked the underside slowly, pushing the strawberry between her lips before taking a bite. Red juice dribbled down her chin and onto her chest.

“Whoopsie!” she giggled, eyeing the drip as it slowly worked its way down her breast, outlining the curve before vanishing into her cleavage. William’s eyes followed its progress, unable to look away from the creamy swell of the girl’s breasts as they pressed against the thin cotton. He could see the outline of her nipples poking through, just barely below the fabric.

“I, um.” William licked his lips. “Can’t accept gifts while I’m on duty. But thank you, miss.”

“Are you sure? I could just slip them through the gate.”

The Templar smiled awkwardly, willing himself to stop staring, praying that the conversation would end soon. “It’s enchanted. So you can’t. Put anything through, I mean. The magic stops anything from coming inside.”

Lexi furrowed her brows. “Oh no, that’s too bad!” She slipped the package back into the basket, absentmindedly taking another bite of strawberry. “I thought maybe I could hang out and play with you for a while, but if you’re busy…”

“Yes miss. On duty. All night.” William was finding it difficult to breathe, but he was proud to have gotten the words out correctly. Monsters and cultists were one thing, but the Templar had no experience handling pretty girls. He had never been more thankful for the protection of the gate.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, right?” She smirked at him, jutting her chest out and wiping the juice off with a slow, deliberate motion before sucking it off her finger.

“It doesn’t?” William mumbled.

“Of course not! You like to masturbate, don’t you William?”

“Um,” William responded. Who asks that, he thought frantically? How should he respond? This would be easier if his heart weren’t beating so quickly, if his brain didn’t feel like a pile of scrambled eggs.

Two months ago, William’s answer would have been a confident “no,” but ever since that day at the Kelothite cathedral it had become a compulsion. Twice, three times, had worried him, but now it was up to six or seven times each day. Always to Lexi. She was just so beautiful, so perfectly sexy, so unbearably arousing.He needed to cum for her. Some rebellious part of his mind, long suppressed, whispered that he should say exactly that. But as he watched the girl’s expression, he got the impression that she already knew.

“I thought you might. It feels sooo good to touch your penis, right?”

William nodded, then blushed furiously as he realized what he had done. Lexi smiled triumphantly.

“But it feels even better when a pretty girl tells you how to do it, you know?”

“Ah,” William retorted.

“Do you think I’m pretty, William?” She sucked the juice out of the strawberry, casting the husk onto the grass.

“Well,” William confided. “Uh.”

“I mean, you’ve been staring at my boobs this whole time. And your cock seems awfully excited to see me.” The succubus’ eyes narrowed in concern. “Are you having trouble talking, sweetie?”

The Templar nodded miserably.

“Aww, that’s okay! Why don’t you show me how much you like me instead? All you have to do is pull down your pants and stroke for me, alright?” Lexi clapped her hands in delight as Wiliam fumbled to obey. “Good boy! Up and down, nice and slow.” She mimed the motion with her hands, red nails gleaming in the torchlight. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

William couldn’t say no. He didn’t know how. It was wrong, exposing himself like this in a public place. While standing watch, no less! But with each murmured encouragement he grew more and more desperate  to stare, to touch, to obey.

“So well behaved,” purred Lexi as she watched the spellbound Templar. “Helpless and horny. Keep going, baby, it feels good to stop.”

The heat between his legs became a furnace as William basked in her praise. As he continued to edge, the realization slowly overtook him that that this was all he wanted: a pretty girl telling him what to do. The pleasure was important not for itself, but because obedience brought pleasure and he wanted so desperately to follow the girl’s every command. His mouth hung slack, eyes glazed, expression vacant. There was no need to think. There was just submission to his mistress, and the bliss only she could give him.

Lexi eyed her masturbating thrall with a self-satisfied expression. “Oh master!” she called over her shoulder. “We’re ready to start!”

Dan, who had been keeping his head buried in a browser window to avoid collateral damage, stowed his research and began striding quickly toward the gate. There was Lexi, less clothed than before but still technically decent. And there was Templar William, stupefied and masturbating. The man did not look up at Dan’s approach.

“Right,” the pyromancer said. “Let’s do this.”

“William,” the succubus said, “Would you be a doll and open the gate for us? No, I didn’t say you could stop.”

The man fumbled for the key hanging from his neck, using his one free hand to slot it into the door and turn. There was a heavy click as the gate opened. Nothing moved.

Putting his shoulder to the gate, Dan braced himself and pushed. The hinge creaked ominously as the door inched forward. “Damn it, Lexi, tell him to push!”

With the combined strength of a masturbating Templar and an out of shape pyromancer, the gate at last picked up momentum and swung inward. The pair of intruders darted inside.

Dan looked around in hallowed awe. He was the first player since launch to breach a Templar barracks, and here he was with no one to brag to. But there was no time for self-congratulation. “Right, I’ll start setting up. You deal with him and meet me inside, okay? I’ll need you once the spell starts.”

“Of course, master.” Lexi’s tail snaked out of her dress, wrapping itself possessively around William’s cock. “Hands off,” she ordered, licking her lips as she eyed her prize. “You did such a good job, William. Time to reward you for being such a good boy.” Her tail pulled him along like a leash as Lexi sauntered through the now open door of the barracks. “Let’s find someplace a little more private, mm?”