10 comments/ 54922 views/ 44 favorites Playing the Succubus By: millionthmonkey Marie would never admit to being a nerd, yet a lot of her friends were, and it was one of these friends who had managed to talk her into going to a LARP. A live action roleplaying game, which in Marie's opinion meant a bunch of spotted teenagers running around the forest chasing each other with foam swords. In reality, she was having a pretty good time, sitting around a camp-fire chatting while a guy with a beard played a small drum. The people around her seemed like pretty decent folk, even if their acting would have gotten them thrown out of a B-movie and they seemed a bit confused when she spoke in her normal voice and refused to say things like 'If it please my Lady'. Part of her good mood might be because she was drinking wine, something she rarely did. Both Marie and her friend Lisa were nineteen, which by local law made them old enough to vote, drive and join the army, but not to buy their own alcohol. Not that it was hard to get hold of the stuff anyway, but at parties it was usually beer or cider, and the wine, which seemed to be in good supply here, was hitting her far harder. She was even a bit miffed when Lisa tapped on her shoulder and pulled her away from a young man telling her war stories from old campaigns. He was sort of cute, if somewhat skinny; a fact that his chainmail did nothing to hide, and even if he hardly looked like someone who could talk of 'old campaigns', he was entertaining enough. "Come on, let's go annoy the Redhawk sentries." Marie looked at her friend in confusion. "Redhawks, aren't they the ones at the other end of the area? Why would we go there?" "Oh, we don't go as Us." Lisa explained "We dress up as elves or fairies and go make noises in the forest. Standing sentry is kinda boring, and the organizers want them to have something to report. Come on, it's fun!" Marie wasn't so sure it sounded all that fun, but went along anyway. They went into their tent, a camping tent covered with sheets to make it look more period or at least less of an eyesore, and changed into tunics lent them by the organizers. Fairies around here apparently had no sense of fashion, Marie concluded, looking down at her tunic. It was green and one-size-fits-no-one. As they walked towards the Redhawk camp, Lisa told stories of previous raids as a fairy and Marie found herself giggling at some of the escapades. Normally she might not have found a story of her friend luring a boy playing sentry away from his post very funny, but the wine had her giggling at just about anything right then. After walking for a few kilometres through the forest they came to a meadow. It was late at night, but it was a bright northern summer night, and across the meadow they could make out the red tabard of a sentry. The forest was almost completely silent, and mists were forming over the meadow. It was almost magic, like something out of a fairytale. Marie would later blame the wine, but a strange gleam came into her eyes as she looked out over the meadow. "We're fairies, right? Fairies dance?" Lisa was also looking out over the dreamlike meadow and murmured in the affirmative. Then she almost choked as Marie kicked off her shoes and pulled her tunic over her head. "Wha...what are you doing?!" "Don't fairies dance, what's the word, skyclad? Besides, you said you wanted the sentry to have something to ease the boredom of the watch." Neither of them was wearing a bra, the dresses they had worn earlier in the evening had built in support, and they hadn't bothered to find bras before they changed into the tunics. Marie's 36Cs stayed up well enough on their own. Though it was summer, the night was chilly. Goosebumps arose on her exposed skin and her nipples hardened visibly in the cool night air, even in the gloom under the trees. Marie reached for the hem of her friend's tunic and, ignoring her protests, pulled it off. "Fine, suit yourself, but I'm sure real fairies don't wear Calvin Klein panties and sandals" she said when Lisa refused to take anything else off. Putting her thumbs inside the waistband of her own panties, she slid them off her ass and onto the ground. Completely naked, she took her friend by the hand and pulled her into the meadow. Lisa looked absolutely terrified, which if anything spurred Marie on to make up for her friend's lack of enthusiasm. She skipped and twirled, flinging her long black hair out behind her as she danced, pulling her friend along. At the other end of the meadow, some fifty meters away, a second figure had joined the sentry. They were too far away and it was too dark under the trees at the far end for Marie to make out anything other than the sentry's tabard and a wide-brimmed hat with large red plumes on the other man, who was taller and seemed to be wearing a breast plate, though it was hard to make out in the gloom. The two men stood stock still as the two women danced, Lisa slowly overcoming some of her terror. She didn't have Marie's grace, but she followed along and turned when Marie spun her and leapt when Marie leapt. "Let's go back. I think they're coming!" They were holding hands and spinning around and around, faster and faster. To Marie it looked like the two men were still frozen solid, but maybe it was time to go back. Throwing her head back and laughing a high, silvery laugh, she pulled her friend back into the forest. She was panting hard as they pulled their clothes back on and started back to their own camp. The sun shone in through the tent and Marie stretched sleepily. She ran a hand along her belly, caressing it through the tunic. The tunic? She sat bolt upright in he sleeping bag. "Crap! What did we do last night? Did we really..." "You did, sure enough. I don't know why I let you drag me along." came Lisa's voice from beside her. Marie's head was heavy with yesterday's wine, and she moaned softly as the memories came rushing back of her dancing naked over that meadow with the two sentries watching. "It was dark, they can't have seen anything. And it was far, and misty." She said it as much to reassure herself as Lisa. It had been dark. They couldn't have seen that much. Right? "Come on, let's get some breakfast." The morning progressed uneventfully. Lisa seemed content to just forget about the night before, and Marie was fine with that. In the afternoon, Lisa disappeared with some friends of hers, leaving Marie alone. Feeling a bit abandoned, she drifted in towards the village. Village might be a slight exaggeration, but there were in fact a couple of houses erected from rough timber. Someone pressed a cup of tea into her hands, and she sat down on a bench beside a small fire. It wasn't until after she sat down that she noticed the handful of men sitting on the two other benches around the fire. All of them were nursing mugs of what was probably not tea, and telling stories in what had to qualify as raucous voices. What caught Marie's attention was one man in particular. He was a few years older than her and looked he had just stepped out of 'the three musketeers'. He was handsome, but that was not what had Marie blushing, but the broad brimmed hat on his head with the long red plumes. That was the man who had watched her the night before. Maybe the sentry was here as well, one of the other men. But they couldn't have recognized her, could they? She only knew it was him from the hat, and she hadn't been wearing anything to recognize her by. She hadn't been wearing anything at all. The man, whom others addressed just as 'Captain', spoke up: "The most remarkable thing happened the other night. I was down checking on my sentries. The lazy oafs have a habit of drinking on their posts... without inviting their beloved captain." Some sporadic laughter at that. "So there we were, Toll and I, looking out over the meadow where the mists were forming. Suddenly, out of thin air sprang a pair of the most beautiful creatures I have ever laid eyes on." Oh shit! That was her he was talking about. Had he recognized her? Coincidence. It must be. "I have heard of elves dancing on moonlit meadows, but I thought it only stories. They floated across the grass, their nude figures shimmering in the moonlight. Oh, those bosoms, those legs! If I died today I would die happy." Marie sat as if riveted to the bench, like a deer in a spotlight. She couldn't help listening, though her face flushed red as a beet. And yet, a small part of her liked hearing those things of herself. Though he was exaggerating quite a bit, he had clearly liked what he had seen. "Toll and I stood there mesmerized as they danced. You have heard of sailors leaving their ships to run aground when the sirens sing, and just like that we were unable to move. The next thing I knew was the first rays of the sun hitting me, and those creatures fled into the forest. I followed, but they were gone like the mists melting under the sun." "And how much wine had you drunk the evening before, Captain?" one of the soldiers asked, laughing. "True every word of it, I swear!" The spell broke as the men slapped the Captain on the back, applauding his story. Other men took over, telling stories of their own. Marie listened for a while, but none as well told as the Captain's. And none about her dancing naked in the moonlight. Had it really been moonlight? She drank her tea and then rose, using her empty cup as an excuse to leave. She went over to one of the houses and refilled her cup from a pot standing on the porch when she heard a voice behind her. "I apologize if my story offended you, milady. It was perhaps not one for polite company. I do hope you will let me make up for it by inviting you to sup with my Redhawks tonight." Behind her the Captain swept his hat off his head, flourishing it in a bow. "Captain Rocheliér, at your service, mademoiselle." Marie stood staring at him, not knowing what to say, then she blurted out: "How did you know it was me? It was dark and..." "I didn't really, until I saw your reaction to my story, but there aren't that many black haired chicks with great bodies around here." Great body? "I don't usually do things like that... dance naked in front of strange men..." she stammered. He smiled, and looked around him as if checking that no one was within earshot and leaned towards her: "You know what?" he whispered theatrically "I'm not really a captain, either." Marie couldn't help herself and laughed out loud. She was pretty tense, and he just looked so silly, like he was confiding some big secret. "You did our day, mine and Toll's. Well, he's doesn't see very well without his glasses, but I told him most of what was going on." "Anyway, how about dining with the finest mercenary company in the world? There's word the cardinal and his wife will be joining us as well, and I'm sure my cook can do better than the runny porridge you get around here." He flourished his hat again. Marie started making excuses and looking over to where she thought Lisa had gone, but then she thought what the heck. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to be, and though they weren't exactly served porridge, the food here was rather bland. Besides, the Captain was quite handsome, and there was something exciting about knowing that he had watched her naked. So in the end she nodded, accepting the invitation. "Excellent!" He stuck out an arm to her, and without thinking she grabbed it and arm in arm they started back to where the rest of the Redhawks were waiting. The evening was one of the best Marie had had in some time. The Redhawks were all a bit older than the people Lisa hung out with, ranging from their twenties to thirties, and as a result they were a bit more relaxed, and in Marie's mind a bit less nerdy. The wine flowed and the mercenary band got quite rowdy, though Marie couldn't tell how much was alcohol and how much was acting. She sat next to the Captain, who had a sort of roguish charm that seemed to put everyone at their ease. There was no way of telling time, but it was probably closer to morning than evening when the party started to ebb out. The Captain detailed two of his men to escort Marie back to her own camp. Ostensibly because the forests were not safe for a lone woman, especially this time of night, but the two had stuff that they had forgotten at their cars, and were going the same way anyway. When Marie got back to her tent, Lisa was already in her sleeping bag, snoring away. Marie got undressed but lay just staring at the ceiling. On the way back, the two Redhawks had joked about almost being sorry to not standing sentry. Everyone had heard of the night before, and even though no one but the Captain know it had been her dancing, Marie felt a small tingle every time she heard someone mentioning it, talking about her naked body. She shook her head to snap out of her reverie. Her hand had been snaking its way down between her legs, and she pulled it back. For Christ's sake! Lisa was right beside her! She turned over on her side and closed her eyes, yet it took some time before sleep took her. "Where were you last night? We were so worried when we couldn't find you anywhere!" Lisa was already up when Marie awoke late the following morning. The event had ended just an hour or so earlier, and Lisa had started packing her things. Marie shrugged: "Partying with the Redhawks. You know they have their own cook?" Lisa looked at her, blinking in surprise. While they folded the tent, Marie told her friend about the night before. She left out the Captain's stories, though. Up in the village, people were busy taking down tents and packing bags. Now that it was okay, phones and cameras were being brought out. Suddenly Marie noticed the Captain standing in front of her. She hadn't recognized him out of his outfit. He had changed into jeans and a t-shirt and was holding a bag of candy out to her. "Even though this was a short event, there are some things I get to miss quickly. Gelatine with artificial colourings is one of them" he said with a smile. "I'm John, by the way." Marie introduced herself as well, and the two of them chatted for a while before John seemed to steel himself. "Uhm, I was wondering... if maybe I could see you again some time. Out of costume. That came out wrong! I don't mean like naked, out of costume, just in civilian clothing... I've already seen... Oh crap! I wish I was as smooth in real life as the Captain. I guess what I'm asking is if I could have your number." Marie had been trying to keep from laughing while John stammered, and her lips were twitching as she fished out her phone. John and Marie had been together for a few weeks when he invited her along to her second LARP. "It's just a small gathering, mostly a bunch of Redhawks, over the weekend." Marie still didn't consider herself the sort of person who went to that sort of thing, in fact, she had told most of her other friends that she and John had met through school. Still, it could be fun, so she agreed. "I can probably find someone to lend you something to wear. Unless you want to go as a fairy again" he said with a wink. "I think not. Or maybe just a private show." She kissed him lightly. She knew he still dreamed of that night by the meadow, and knowing made her hot as well. The Redhawks arrived on location that Friday afternoon and spent most of the evening setting up camp. Marie shared John's, or rather the Captain's, tent as his laundress. John had been a bit apologetic about her role, but it was the easiest to fit in. "The Captain has a wife at home, but after all the stories I've told of how ugly she is and what a foul temper she has I couldn't have you playing her." Marie agreed that this was probably for the best. At least until she found out that a laundress in a military company was a glorified prostitute. She wasn't entirely sure if she was upset or turned on by it. The following morning, the Redhawks had some planning to do, and John suggested that she go 'do some laundry' in the stream over on the other side of the hill. Everything was of course clean, since they had arrived just the night before, so all she needed to do was wet it all down, and then lie back and enjoy the summer sun for a while. It was a nice warm day, and Marie waded out into the bubbling stream, holding her dress up to keep it from getting wet, and letting the cool water play over her feet. She looked around. The camp was over on the other side of the hill, and there was no one around except the birds singing in the trees. With another look to make sure she was alone, Marie pulled her dress over her head and folded it on the shore. She wore nothing underneath. After a humorous anecdote involving John and a pair of boxer shorts with teddybears on them, Marie had agreed to go completely 'period', with only historical undergarments, which in this case meant nothing since she had found the petticoat too warm for the weather. Besides, the dress belonged to a girl with a far smaller bosom than Marie, and even with the laces at the front opened as far as they would go, it was a very tight fit, and her breasts were pushed up almost to the point of spilling out even without a bra. She stepped into the stream and splashed water over her body. The cold water felt good on her skin. She was pretty sure the others were busy making their plans, or geeking around or whatever, and she felt like she had the forest to herself. Still, some part of her almost wished that John would come and find her like this. She ran a hand over her breasts, imagining him watching her, imagining his arms around her. She was yanked out of her dreams by a crackling of twigs behind her. Coming out of the forest were five of the Redhawks, followed by the Captain. For a long second all seven of them froze, Marie with one hand still on her breast and the water glistening on her body. Then the moment broke and Marie flung her arms around her body, covering up as best she could, while slightly embarrassed grins spread on the faces of the men. "Avert your eyes, oafs! This water nymph is not for you!" The Captain swung his fist at one of the men, who felt to the ground. Marie took a step forward, forgetting to keep her arm around her breasts, worried about the fallen man. Then she realized that it was Richard, whose big interest beside roleplaying was martial arts, and even if the Captain hadn't pulled his punch, which he had, Richard probably wouldn't have flinched, much less fallen, unless he wanted to. The Captain went out to Marie, the water splashing around his boots, and threw his cloak around her. Cloaks were popular garments, but unlike most, the Captain did not wear a large cloak that could double as a blanket on chilly nights, but a short cape that reached to Marie's thighs and did not quite close in front. Still, it was better than nothing. She reached for the laundry basket to cover up the rest, but John snatched it up ahead of her. He was probably only being chivalrous and carrying it for her, but it meant that she was left trying futilely to pinch the cloak shut as they passed the men, who, despite their captain's orders, were definitely not averting their eyes. Marie was sure she heard someone whisper: "I want my own water nymph. Why does the Captain always get them all?" They got back to the tent that doubled as the Captain's sleeping quarters and command tent. John put the laundry basket down and looked at his girlfriend, with a worried look on his face. Was she angry? "Captain?" Marie broke the silence and John's heart lifted a bit. She couldn't be that angry if she called him Captain, could she? Marie's face was flushed, but it was not with anger as John feared. Nor was it embarrassment. Well, some of it was, but not all. Playing the Succubus "Your water nymph is wet." "I have a towel somewhere, or you can use... Oh!" Marie almost laughed at his expression when he understood what she meant. Then his hands were going for the buttons on his trousers with such speed it was a wonder he didn't rip anything. Marie shrugged the cape off her shoulders. John didn't bother with his doubloon, and the hilt of his sword dug into her hip, but Marie didn't care. Had he been any slower, she would have jumped him herself. He thrust his cock all the way inside her in one smooth motion. He ravaged her standing with her back against the pillar in the centre of the tent. When Marie had gotten dressed once more and stepped out of the tent several of the Redhawks sitting around the fire looked up at her. It hit her then; a tent isn't really soundproofed. How much had they heard? From their embarrassed grins, probably most of it, she guessed. Part of her wanted to rush back into the tent and hide. Another part also wanted to rush back into the tent, but not to hide but to have the Captain bone her silly again. She did neither, though, only straightened her dress. The horny part of her couldn't resist pulling the bodice just a little lower and saying: "The Captain will be along shortly. He was just describing to me the mounted charge with the lance." There was a croaking sound from one of the men, though she couldn't tell who. "And such an avid student as well." Suddenly the Captain was beside her. "All right men, line up! Snap to it!" On the drive home the next day, John brought it up: "You really enjoyed the attention, didn't you? I've never seen you like that." "Yeah, it was a real turn-on. I couldn't do something like that at home, but here it's like it's someone else doing it, but at the same time it is me. I guess it's like at the movies, you know the it's not the actor doing all those things, but at the same time it is." John smiled over at her: "Welcome to the hobby." His face turned a bit more serious. "You're sure you're okay with it? I know you started most of it, but at some points you looked like you wanted to sink through the ground." "Hell yeah! Those were the best times. When I knew that they were looking at my naked body, or hearing us have sex in that tent, I was so embarrassed I could die, but at the same time... I don't know. It was like there was nothing left for them to imagine and yet I could feel their imaginations running wild." "I know mine was. Every time you tugged on that dress, I wondered how much further before it fell right off." They were both silent for a while before John broke the silence. "...Crazy idea, and I fully understand if you say no way, but I'm playing a mage in a LARP ain August called 'the Flames of Summer'. I was wondering if you would like to come as my demonic servant." "You like having me as your servant or laundress, don't you? While I admit it is a bit sexy to come along as your plaything, I don't know if demon is my thing." "When I say demon, I actually mean more like a succubus." Marie looked at him, not knowing how to react. "So... what would I be doing as your... succubus?" "Well... stuff like delivering my commands, helping me out at rituals, smiting my foes... But mostly just walking around in the skimpiest outfits you can imagine, driving the nerds crazy and generally reinforcing my image as the most bad ass mage around. Sorry. I said it was a crazy idea. My mind is still in that tent having sex with you and not really functioning properly." Marie said nothing, but a grin slowly spread across her face until it seemed her head was about to split in two. The first day of the event dawned and Marie looked down at herself. Her outfit had improved from what she had first shown John. She had almost given him a heart-attack when she had shown up outside his apartment. She had long debated whether she could really go through the bus ride dressed like that, but had decided that with a coat on, no one would know what she was wearing beneath. She had taken the coat off before ringing the doorbell, and it had seemed like hours before he opened, with her straining to hear if someone was coming up the stairs. What John had seen when he opened the door had been his girlfriend, dressed in a pair of high heeled sandals, black thong panties and a satin corset she had found at a second-hand store. Nothing else, unless you count the pieces of electric tape that made a small cross over each nipple. Her long black hair had been let out and spilled down over her shoulders. There had been some modifications and improvements since then. John had claimed that while this event was pretty lax on historical correctness, electric tape probably would not cut it. There had been some considerations to be made; Marie didn't want to go too naked, and there could be problems with the organizers or with what John called 'spoilsports who don't like seeing beautiful women in the nude'. She still wore the same high heel sandals, but the lace panties had been replaced by leather ones and a diaphanous dark red veil that hung diagonally from her hips, covering her hip and ass on one side, and partially obscuring the panties. The satin corset was still in a chest in the tent, and she was wearing another one that covered the breasts. Unlike the one she had worn before, this one was not closed in front. Leather lacing held it shut but left an opening about a hand's width wide, showing off her cleavage. A rapier hung at her side from a belt. Since Marie showed no interest in participating in the fighting, John thought she might as well carry a steel weapon rather than a foam rubber one. On the other side, a bull-hide whip hung. She had practised until she could crack it like a pro. A pair of elbow length gloves covered her arms and topping it all off was a red velvet band snug around her neck and a pair of three centimetre long horns glued to her forehead. Marie thought they looked pretty wicked. Between her own skills with a make-up brush and John's knowledge of theatre make-up, they had made the horns look almost real, even on close scrutiny. She was naturally quite pale, and make-up had reinforced that to create even more contrast to her raven-black hair and blood red lipstick. She spent most of the day carrying orders from John. He was playing the archmage and had more than a hundred men under his 'command', spread into smaller camps. She had some fun with a man playing a knight who had apparently given a vow of chastity for he kept shouting "Tempt me not, devil woman!" whenever she was close. This of course made her try to tempt him even more, which he seemed to be enjoying immensely even if his role as Talbur the knight did not. He was the leader of a band of men and this gave Marie lots of excuses to get close to him. When she was delivering orders to him, she would cling to him, pressing her chest against his armour and whispering in his ear. At one such time, John came along and found her. She had her arm around Talbur and was whispering to him in a theatrical whisper that she hoped would carry to at least some of his men: "My Master wants you to take your stalwart men south" as she spoke she ran a hand down his breastplate and between his legs. He was wearing a metal codpiece and couldn't feel it, but the gesture was not lost on him, nor on his men. "Sweep through the forests down there. Thoroughly. Make sure no evil lurks unseen." "Lei!" John barked from behind her. That was her alter ego here. Talbur pushed her away, shouting "There is evil enough here!" Marie rushed over to to John, flinging herself to her knees and putting her arms around his legs. "Please Master, Lei was only delivering your commands. Lei has been good. It was all him." She pointed at Talbur and did her best to sob as she pleaded for the archmage's mercy. John seemed surprised by her actions, but found himself quickly, yanking her to her feet. "We shall have a talk about how you obey my orders." He pushed her towards their tent, snarling over her shoulder at Talbur. "Give me that!" He snatched the whip from her belt "It will aid in our talk." While they walked, he untied the veil from her hips, and made a show of measuring up her ass for the whip while she begged for forgiveness. Just as they entered the tent, he started pushing down her panties. "God! You're trying to make me jizz my pants, aren't you?" John hissed as the tent flap had fallen closed. Marie was relieved to see that he wasn't really jealous. She didn't think he would be, but she hadn't been sure. He looked almost as horny as she felt. "You aren't wearing pants, you're wearing a dress." "It's not a dress, it's a wizard's robe. Now crack the whip a few times so people hear you getting what you deserve." She did as he told her, crying out with each cry of the whip. "Please Master!" Inside the tent, her pleading had another meaning. While she pleaded, she pushed the panties that John had started lowering, all the way off her ass and stepped out of them. John did not have to be asked twice. Hiking up the hem of his robes, he fucked her hard from behind. He had to put his hand over her mouth towards the end as her cries became ones of pleasure. Wiping her and then himself clean with a towel, John let his robes down and stepped out of the tent. Marie heard him saying to someone: "She'll be all right. I healed her stripes. She just needs to be put in her place every once in a while." Marie lay back on the blankets spread in the tent and stared up at the roof. Her hand went down between her legs. If this was putting her in her place, then yes, she definitely needed it once in a while. Later that evening, Marie went looking for Talbur again. She found him eating with his men next to their shelter. She had put on a cloak to ward of the chill of the evening. After the events at the stream two months earlier, she had made sure that this cloak also did not close in front. John had accomplished this my adding a pair of shoulder guards to the cloak that made it hang outside her shoulders and therefore not make it all the way around her. Now she put the cloak around Talbur and pressed herself into his back, letting her hands run down his chest. He was out of armour now. "My Master requests your presence at his table after supper." "What does he want? Is he upset about before? I hope he was not too harsh on you." "Lei does not ask her Master's reasons. I do not think he was too angry. Look, the marks have already faded." She turned her back to him and pulled her cloak aside, showing him her ass. The diaphanous veil covered part of one cheek and the leather thong covered the crack of her ass, but apart from that it was all smooth white skin. Talbur never took his eyes of her ass as he pointed back to the archmage's tent. "Begone, devil woman! Tell your master I will be there." Apart from Talbur, who sat exchanging angry looks with the archmage, there were three other men present and Moivra, a young woman who commanded the elven auxiliaries. Moivra was the one person Marie had not snuggled up to when delivering orders, instead going to one of her male subordinates. Marie had avoided one whom she thought was Moivra's real life boyfriend. Now the five commanders and the archmage sat on benches around a fire drinking port or sucking on pipes. Marie sat at the archmage's feet, leaning against his leg while he stroked her hair. She didn't participate much in the conversation. Oh god, what did they think of her? Here she was, half naked, caressing every man she came close to when John was not around, and being treated like his favourite pet when he was. She was getting hot just imagining. Suddenly she felt John's hand leave her hair and go down over her shoulder and inside her corset. It was dark, but even in only firelight and with the cloak over her shoulders no one was likely to miss John's hand fondling her breast. She didn't dare raise her head to meet their eyes, but she could imagine everyone staring at her while she became more and more flushed from John's caresses. Johns pulled his hand out of her corset. The people around her were still talking, but she was certain all eyes were on her as she pushed herself against John's leg, willing him to put his hand back. He didn't disappoint. He only pulled on the knot tying the laces of her corset before putting his hand back on her breast. The strings of the corset slowly loosened, giving him more room to move. Marie said nothing while John ran his fingers over her nipple, but inwardly she pleaded for him to please please stop, stop and take her back to the tent, take her away from all these eyes. She hid her face behind her goblet of wine. What if he drove her to an orgasm? It wasn't far off. She would die from shame. She didn't orgasm, though, and some time later she heard Talbur rise. "It's getting late and we have a battle to fight in the morning. The gods favour the early risers. Coming Weirlaf?" The other commanders rose as well and made their excuses, leaving Marie and John alone. He looked down at her, concern in his eyes: "Too much?" "Almost." Marie stood up, making sure that the laces of the corset had loosened so much that the whole thing fell off. "You have no idea how close I was to coming even though you were only touching my breast." Maybe the gods did favour the early risers, but Marie had made sure John 'rose' already the night before, and besides, there were advantages to being the archmage, so the camp was already abustle when John put on his robe and hat, grabbed his staff and stepped outside. They had spent some time taking care of Marie's make-up. The horns had stayed on during the night, but needed some touching up. She had brushed her hair, but then lain back down without getting dressed while John got out to get breakfast ready. It was a pity they didn't have the cook from the Redhawks here. From outside she heard John telling someone: "Go wake that lazy minion of mine." She was acutely aware of not having a thread on her, but refrained from pulling up a blanket, instead rolling over on her belly. She pretended to sleep when she heard the tent flap opening and someone stepping inside. Who was it? One of the men she had teased the day before? He was standing behind her and off to one side. Could he see up between her legs? She stifled the impulse to clench her thighs shut, still pretending to sleep. Then she felt a slap on her ass and turned around in shock. He had spanked her! Weirlaf, a blond man with a big beard and two fox skins draped over his shoulders was squatting beside he, grinning from ear to ear. "Your master calls." Marie yanked a blanket in front of her, but Weirlaf had already gotten a good eyeful when she had twisted around to face him. "I'll be right out." From outside she heard Johns yoice: "And tell her to hurry, or I'll have her hide!" Feigning panic, Marie dropped the clothes she had picked up and instead reached for her cloak, putting it on while she rose and sprinted outside. John was outside, grinning at her. "Go tell the commanders to get ready. We march." Struggling to keep the cloak shut in front, or at least not exposing her pussy, she ran around the camp alerting the soldiers. Did they know she was naked under the cloak? They could probably guess something was odd, it was too warm for a cloak, and she didn't linger the way she had the day before, only giving the command before rushing along to the next camp. Then she came to the knights under Talbur. She felt safe around Talbur, mostly due to the fact that she knew that he liked having her clinging on her. Reassured by that, she stopped a little longer than she had for the other commanders, hugging his arm as she spoke. He was in armour, and she wasn't sure if he could tell that she was naked under the cloak. His arm was wide enough to cover the gap in the cloak. The steel was cold against her skin. Maybe he suspected something when his armour didn't get tangled in the strings of her corset as it had a few times the day before, but he said nothing, and Marie was away again, pinching her cloak closed. Back in the tent, John handed her a cup of coffee and a sandwich and while she got dressed, he took a towel and dried her feet of the mud that had gotten on them when she had run around the camp barefoot. When everyone was ready, the camp marched to battle. It wasn't the whole fighting force, that was reserved to the last day of the event, but there were some fifty or sixty soldiers split into two groups. John went with one and Marie with the other as the archmage's stand-in. Marie's group soon ran into the enemy and, anxious to have it over with, Marie cracked her whip above the heads of her troops, urging them to an all out charge. This seemed to amuse the soldiers, but it didn't work out very well, and those not cut down were soon in a full rout. Getting the dead and wounded back to camp took time, and by the time it was all organized, John and his group returned as well. They had seen nothing in their part of the forest. John was soon stalking around, trying to find out what had happened, and Marie, hoping for a reprise of yesterday's 'chastising session' threw herself at his feet, begging him to forgive her for her blunder. Shouting at her, demanding to know what had happened to his men, he took her back to the tent. Marie was a bit disappointed that he did not start undressing her outside the tent as he had yesterday, but her disappointment faded when they got into the tent and John pulled out a bottle of fake blood, telling her to undress. She considered keeping her panties, but decided against it, discarding them to stand entirely naked. While she screamed for the benefit of those outside the tent, John painted red whip marks criss-crossing her back and thighs. When he was done, he brought out some rope and, placing it in a simple loop around Marie's wrists, pulled her arms above her head, securing the rope to a hook on the central pillar of the tent. Then he left her there. A curtain separated the tent into two halves, one for sleeping and the other for holding meetings, and Marie now stood facing this curtain. She had been standing there for a while when she heard the tent flap opening. She could hear a number of people entering, but with her back turned she couldn't tell who they were. She could hear some intakes of breath as they saw her naked back. John started talking: "Gentlemen, and milady, we have some planning to do to if we want to avoid a repeat of today's disaster." As the commanders discussed tactics, Marie felt something wet running down her thigh, she hoped desperately that it was just the fake blood and not her own juices. "Focus please." John called. "I will heal Lei when I feel she has learned her lesson. Get back to the maps, please." Moivra spoke up: "My warriors are unhappy about the events today. They are clamouring for someone to blame." What was she up to? "True, you were hit especially hard." John replied. The elves had, if anything, gotten of with less casualties than anyone else. Whatever she was up to, John was obviously playing along. "Very well. Bring your command here after we are finished." The discussions went on for a little while after that before a consensus was reached and the commanders left. Marie unhooked herself from the tent post and shook off the rope. "Holy shit. Do you have any idea what you just put me through? You have some serious making up to do, mister." She started lifting his robe to show what kind of making up she intended, but John stopped her. "Not quite yet." He smiled "I don't think it was ever this easy to get my will through in a tactics meeting. They were all paying more attention to you than to the plan. Even Moivra. I'm not sure about her. Richard told me she is a bit jealous of you getting so much attention from her men. But she just ensured that you will get even more." Playing the Succubus He picked up a some rags from the bundle of cloth he brought along in case something needed to be mended and put it around her shoulders. "Try not to move around to much, you'll smudge the blood into the cloth and ruin the look." He took her outside and waited until Moivra and her elves came up to gather in a loose formation in front of the archmage's tent. Fourteen men and four women, all with pointy latex ears and clothes in shades of green. Marie stood in her rags, eyes downcast. "Esteemed allies" John began "I grieve for your losses today, and I want you to know that the responsible for the disaster have been dealt with accordingly." He motioned to Marie, and she went to her knees and pressed her forehead to the ground. "I humbly beg your forgiveness. My arrogance led you all to ruin." Marie said, her head still pressed to the ground. "I have punished her as I saw fit. If you find it too lenient, tell your commander and I will see that your will is done." As he spoke, John lifted the rags to show the bloody stripes on Lei's body, and of course revealing all of her naked body. Her breasts were pressed against her knees under her, and her ass was pointing towards the tent, but there was no mistaking that she was entirely naked. Marie lay shaking slightly until John was finally satisfied that none of the elves spoke up and then he covered her with the rags again. "Get back to your posts. The war isn't over yet." Marie didn't notice the elves leaving. She said nothing as John led her back in the tent and washed her clean of the fake blood. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I was so scared. First I just went along and everything was fine, but then it hit me that I was lying naked in front of a whole group of people and I just couldn't move any more. Hold me" He held her tightly, telling her that he was sorry he had gone too far, but it wasn't enough for her. "You don't understand. It's always like that. First I don't think, and everything is fine, then I think and I get terrified, and then all the adrenaline hits. Hold me tighter. I need you inside me." He wasn't slow to comply. That evening was spent going between the different camp fires, the archmage staying to talk, and maybe partake in some food or drink, and Lei tagging along. She had changed into the corset that did not cover the breasts, with only a pair of red cloth discs, big enough to cover her areolae, glued to her breasts. A red tassel hung from each and swayed as she walked. She had not intended to wear them, except in private with John, but things had progressed faster than she had ever expected, so now she thought what the hell. The cloak covered her breasts most of the time anyway. She clung close to John most of the night, and he would frequently put a hand inside her cloak to caress a breast or a thigh. Word had gotten around of her display for the elves, and whenever she closed her eyes she imagined she could hear people whispering of how she had undressed in front of all those people, or how casually she let the archmage fondle her in front of everyone. In reality, no one mentioned it, but it didn't matter. She knew they were thinking it. Once, the tension got too much for her, and when walking between two camps, she tried to persuade John to take her back to the tent and have his way with her. He shook his head. It was too dark to see, but she could swear a wicked grin crossed his face. "But I suppose we can do something." He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her to her knees. Lifting the hem of his robe, he held his cock in front of her face. A blow job? How the hell would that help her? And they were just between some trees between two camps, anyone could come by. Oh, what the hell! Maybe if she sucked him, he would be happy and take her back to the tent. She opened her mouth. As she began sucking him, he put the robe down over her, and everything went black. She noticed him stopping the rocking of his hips, but didn't think about it, just continuing to move her mouth up and down his shaft. Then she heard him say: "The gods bless you." She froze, her mouth still on his cock. There was someone here. She heard voices returning the archmage's greeting. He was leaning his staff on the ground behind her back, obscuring her a bit, and she was under his robe, and it was dark in here among the trees. They probably wouldn't notice her. Probably. Her feet, and pale calves, were outside the robe, and she made an awfully large bulge in the robe. She heard John start talking about the stars. How could he talk about stars at a time like this! She had frozen when most of his cock had been in her mouth, and it was restricting her breathing, but she dared not move a hair. She strained her ears to hear. Were they coming closer? Was there a note in their voices to hint that they had seen her, or suspected? John went on about his stars and then switched to owls. Owls?! Something about them must have worked though, because she heard him stop talking and then relax. He slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gasped for breath. He only pulled out for an instant, though, and not all the way. Slowly, he started fucking her mouth. "God! I thought they would never leave. Something in your mouth was vibrating when you breathed, and it was driving me crazy." After just a few strokes, he stiffened, and Marie felt hot liquid spurting into her mouth. When he had finished coming, he pulled the robe off her head and looked down on her. "Oh my. You've gone into cock shock again, haven't you?" Cock shock? Marie was still frozen on her knees. Her mind was racing but not doing anything useful. John helped her to her feet and put one hand between her legs. "I guess we'll have to take care of that right away." He pushed her panties down. "Step." She did as told and he fished up her panties, putting them into a pocket in his sleeve. Then he reached down and put two fingers into her pussy. He pushed her cloaked back against a tree, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans and the other fingering her pussy. When her orgasm had died down, he took his hands back, and wiped them on a handkerchief pulled from a sleeve. "Better?" She nodded. "Good. Let's go. We just have the elves left." "Uhm. My panties." "Yes. I have them. Come on." That was not the answer she wanted, but she shrugged her shoulders and followed him. When they neared the elven camp, she remembered that her cloak didn't close in front, and hurriedly pulled it shut. She stayed close to to John, making sure not to let her cloak fall open. He had his hand inside it almost all their stay with the elves. A man, a few years older than herself, offered her a cup of wine, and when she reached out to take it, her cloak opened. She managed to keep her pussy covered, but her breasts, one covered by only by the red disc with the tassel, and the other covered by John's hand, came into view. Wine spilled over her hand and that of the elf as she jostled the cup. Pulling the cloak shut with her free hand, she leaned forward and licked the wine from his fingers. Oh shit! What was she doing? John pretended not to notice any of it, keeping up his discussion of archery with his neighbour on the other side, but his hand left her breast and went down between her legs. Her eyes popped wide open as he shoved a finger inside her. She remembered she still had the elf's fingers in her mouth and hurriedly took them out, thanking him for the wine and apologizing for spilling it. The exchange had drawn some stares, but mostly because she had licked the man's fingers, and maybe some because they had caught a glimpse of her almost bare breasts. Conversation soon went back to normal, but the finger in her pussy kept working, and she felt herself getting more and more aroused. What if she came? She had to do something. Some part of her wouldn't let her just remove Johns hand or get away. Her mind frantically worked to find a way out while her body worked ever closer to the edge. There was no way out, and as orgasm overcame her, all she could do was to grit her teeth and do her best not to let on. She was not usually silent when she came, and now she shook with the effort. The elf talking to John looked at her. "Are you all right, milady? Are you lacking something" Fortunately John answered for her, for at that moment she couldn't have made an intelligible reply if her life depended on it. "It has been a difficult day for her. She is not used to failure, and even less used to being called to take responsibility for it." Of course this would have made perfect sense if she had actually been a succubus minion who had fought a battle, been flogged to within an inch of her life and then healed back to health all in one day, but since it was all make believe, it didn't really make sense. The man seemed to accept it though, assuming that her shudders and suppressed moans had been faked as well. The following morning, a few of the organizers and commanders gathered in John's tent to discuss how they wanted the story to progress. Marie had thought that everything was improvised, but apparently the lead roles had stuff they should do to drive the story forward. Now, the other side were a bit undermanned and needed some reinforcing to make things fair and entertaining. "I could take my elves and go rogue." Moivra volunteered "The archmage's wicked ways don't really rhyme with our ideals anyway." "That could work." One of the organizers, usually playing a holy man which allowed him free passage between the warring sides, agreed. "They're short on archers. Do you think we could make the switch tonight?" "Sure" Moivra looked over at Marie, who was mostly staying out of the way "Could you help widen the gap between us? Everyone has heard that the elves blame you for what happened yesterday. Sorry about that, but would you mind driving the wedge a bit further." Everyone looked at Marie. Some of them had been here yesterday when she had been hanging naked against the tent post, and the rest must have heard of it. She felt a tingle between her legs as all those gazes turned on her. She nodded at Moivra. "I think I shall manage. If you're up to it." Moivra smiled. The challenge was accepted. "While we have the holy man here, you could have a few of the elves make accusations against Lei." John suggested "Make up something really heinous. You know, like how she stepped down the chimney, raped them, made them drink blood and spirited them away to hell where she made them dance for the council of demons. Think witch processes." "Good" the holy man said "Lord Telamus will be captured by one of you patrols this afternoon. The elves can break him free." They continued to hone the details and then went on their way. Marie wore armour that was probably the most chaste outfit she had worn at the event so far. At least as long as she stood still. John had sown little metal plates like fish scales onto a cloth backing to make what looked like a scaly sports bra. Her skirt was made up of strips of metal tied together into plates like what samurai wore for arm and leg protection. Three of these plates in front and as many in the back covered her as long as she didn't move. The central plates were slightly longer and wider than the other, meaning that they reached almost to mid thigh. Her sides were left entirely bare except for the leather strap that held the plates in place. When she moved, the plates would bounce against her thighs, offering brief glimpses of what lay beneath. When she had tried the outfit on at home, she had worn a pair of red hotpants under it and it hadn't seemed a problem. Now she wore nothing underneath. A pair of leather bracers finished off the ensemble, and she stood holding a spear, trying not to think about how phallic the thing felt. A bit further down, one of the female elves was talking to the holy man, and pointing over to where Marie was standing. It was too far to make out all the words, but most of the meaning carried both to Marie and to the onlookers who had gathered to find out what was going on. As far as Marie could make out, she was being accused of appearing out of the smoke of the elf's camp fire together with a demon lord. The two of them had ridden the poor elf all through the night, disappearing only when the morning came. "You're such a bad girl" John whispered beside her. He put one hand through the gap at the side of her skirt and grabbed her ass underneath. "Having sex with poor defenceless elf girls like that. And with a demon lord as well. Don't I satisfy you?" Marie didn't reply. She clung to the spear to keep her knees from sagging while John kept teasing her and fondling her ass and two more of the elves proceeded to lay their accusations in front of the holy man. One gave a pretty tame tale of how the cows had stopped giving milk where the army had passed and how there had been a number of lambs born with two heads. The other was more explicit, telling how Lei had come to him one night and seduced him, and how while she was with him, she had cut him and drunk his blood. He even lifted his tunic to show the scar. It was probably a scar from a recent appendectomy, but it did add a lot to his tale. The holy man brought the accusations to the archmage, who asked for proof, of which of course there was none, except possibly for the scar. He did however promise to keep a close eye on Lei to put an end to these suspicions and to appease the holy man. Marie had a shouting match with Moivra when the elf accused the succubus of corrupting her men. It ended when Marie said "Do you think you could stop me if I really wanted your little men?" She had grabbed the nearest elf, put her arms around him and kissed him. There was no tongue, but she took a firm grip of his ass with one hand. Moivra had to shout at the elf twice before he broke off and Marie danced away, laughing and blowing a kiss at Moivra. She noted that Moivra had left several buttons unbuttoned on her tunic. Because she felt threatened by Marie? That afternoon, John sent Marie out to perform the capture of the enemy lord. Talbur and his men came along because they were the heaviest infantry available, and Moivra and some of her archers came to have a chance to get acquainted with the lord before springing him free later that night. The group marched down the road separating the two camps. Marie was wearing high heeled boots, and did not fancy trudging along forest paths. The capture went according to plan, with lord Telamus' retinue killed or driven off. The man himself was resplendent in full armour. Marie tied his hands using her whip and led him back to the camp, making innuendo about what a nice catch he was and how she would ask the archmage if she could keep him as her plaything. Maybe she could put a saddle on him and ride him like a horse. He seemed bewildered by events, but a bit disappointed when Marie turned him over to Moivra for safekeeping. They were treated as heroes when they returned to the camp. The archmage hugged his minion, praising her for her success, promising rewards. "Sir Talbur acted above and beyond the call of duty. The victory is his as well as mine." She proclaimed, ignoring Moivra. "Sir Talbur, my tent if you please." John waved at Talbur. Once inside the tent, John spoke: "It seems my minion wants Sir Talbur as her 'reward' for capturing an enemy commander." John made quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "I'm sure Sir Telbur will hate it." "Sort of Galahad at the castle Anthrax." Talbur smiled, referring to Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail. "I'm sure he can handle it. So, how do you want to do this?" Marie and John helped Talbur out of his armour, and after having him take off his gambeson and shirt, they tied him spread-eagle on the floor. While John stepped outside to find some excuse to get someone to see them, Marie straddled Talbur's stomach. Outside she heard John telling two persons to help carry a chest out from his tent. She suddenly realized that she wore nothing under her skirt. Could Talbur feel her pussy pressing against his stomach? And... oh god... she was wet. What if she left a stain on him? The tent flap opened and two men, an elf and a man from the light infantry, stepped in. They froze as they saw Marie straddling Talbur, one hand holding her whip and the other pressed over his mouth to stifle his protests. Marie smiled at the newcomers and pointed her whip at one of the chests in the tent. "Carry on. Just showing the commander how grateful we are for his help in capturing one of the enemy leaders." The two didn't look like being tied down and threatened with a whip was their idea of a reward, but they hurriedly picked up the chest and rushed out of the tent. Marie got up and surreptitiously wiped Talbur's stomach with her hand. While she untied him and started helping him back into his armour, she kept crying out in feigned pleasure: "Oh yes!", "Such a strong knight!", "Do the gods bless all their servants like this?!" Talbur on his part started with his trademark "Get off me devil woman!" but his cries successively turned to ones of joy. The two of them looked at each other and giggled when they realized how silly what they were doing was. "There you go." Marie patted his breastplate after buckling the last strap. They sat for a while discussing how he was going to explain this to his men, and then he left. Marie went over to where lord Telamus was being held, guarded by some of Moivra's elves. She sat down in his lap, not easy with her stiff metal skirt and ran a hand down his cheek. "What a catch. I think it is time to take you for... questioning." That sparked another shouting match with Moivra, who refused to let her captive be mistreated. With a sigh Marie left, contented with how it had played out and relieved that she had not left a wet stain on Telamus's leg armour. The following day, after the hubbub following the escape of the prisoner and the defection of the elves died down, Marie once more led a patrol against the enemy. Once more, she urged a charge where a retreat would have been more prudent, but as her men were routing around her she had an idea. She had caught sight of lord Telamus across the battlefield and, brandishing her spear, she strode towards him, ignoring a foam arrowhead that bounced off her shoulder. John had said something about hit points, but she hadn't listened. Anyway, she was a magical demon, wasn't she? She could just ignore such mundane matters. A few of the enemy soldiers hesitated when they saw she was carrying a metal spear rather than a foam one, but lord Telamus smacked down his visor and ran up to her, grabbing her spear by the shaft. "What do you think you're doing?" He hissed. "Getting captured, aren't I? You should probably overpower me before I do something nasty to you." Lord Telamus caught on quickly and wrenched the spear from her grip. Damn, he was strong. "Your tricks are useless on me, demon! My gods will protect me!" he shouted, carefully backhanding her with his gauntlet. Marie beat her fists futilely against his breastplate yelling that her Master would flay him alive while lord Telamus used her own belt to bind her hands and tied her whip around her neck as a leash. Marie followed, eyes downcast. Every step of the way, she remembered how she had teased him the previous day. He said nothing, though. Right before reaching the enemy camp, Marie tripped and fell. Walking the unpaved road in high heels really wasn't easy, and Telamus was setting a brisk pace. He looked at her, where she lay and harrumphed. Then he stooped and swung her up over his shoulder. For a short second, Marie was amazed: He was already carrying some twenty or thirty kilos worth of armour, but he swung her up easily. The amazement turned to shock as she realized that the plates of her skirt were rigid and did not fall down to cover her. Nothing at all covered her ass and pussy. Lord Telamus had his face at her hip, and might not be aware, but anyone looking at them from the front would be treated to a nice full view of her intimate parts.