A minor victory

The wild, raw desire is barely diminished, but you can think again. It takes every bit of restraint you can muster to continue pleasuring yourself the way Indra showed you without giving in to that **** need, but you hold on.

At times, your lust flares. You sing an erotic song of moans and whimpers when it becomes too much to bear... and yet you frig yourself that much more intensely. Your body is buzzing with such powerful and unfulfilled arousal that anyone watching you would swear you're about to pop. But you ride the blissful wave until finally... finally, your fingers ache.

It's an odd thought, but one that gives you hope. The intense sexual need isn't overriding the other demands of your body. Your hand is cramped. Your mouth is dry. Your skin is sticky. Your knees are sore.

You feel incredible! You'd have never thought that these simple discomforts would overjoy you, but you no longer feel compelled to mount the first penis-shaped object in sight.

The very definition of anti-climactic, you simply stop touching yourself. You no longer need to.

You find yourself not far from the table where this episode began. You're kneeling on the floor - not sure when that happened - and it's now dark outside. Your friend seems to have left again. "Indra? I think I'm okay now!" You pick yourself up and look around. You're excited to share your success with the witch, and also, deep down, you're worried about being left alone right now.

Your worries never have a chance to bear fruit, as her voice returns to you from an open door opposite the entrance of the cabin. You don't even bother to conceal your nudity before walking to the next room. Indra has probably seen more of your body than you have at this point.

The door leads to an outside bath, sheltered by a low stone wall. It is no longer raining, you're pleased to see, though you're not sure that would matter to you too much now.

"You seemed to be handling yourself just fine, so I took the liberty of preparing you a bath. I thought you would appreciate one." You can't help but smirk, but she's right.

"Thank you for this. Well, for everything of course, but specifically this." You ease your tired body into the water, which is surprisingly hot. Indra notices your surprise.

"I'm a witch, remember?" As she eases into the water across from you, it dawns on you that she's still naked. You can't help but to appraise her body once more. Curvier than you, but only just, with full lips and tits that you'd gladly suck on with or without your master's prompting. Long, flowing black hair, smooth skin with just a hint of sun, and those shining green eyes.

You don't think that you're losing yourself to lust again, so maybe you're naturally attracted to the woman? She seems to be eyeing you just as much, so you stretch, exposing more of your creamy skin for her pleasure. You run your fingers through your scarlet locks, working out the last few days worth of travel and... other exertions. You bite your lip as your eyes meet.

Sub-consciously, you drag your finger down from your navel to trace the pattern of the daemonic rune that is now glowing once again. "I passed your first test..." You spread your legs beneath the water. "Do I get my reward now?"

Indra accepts the invitation, crossing the short distance between you to straddle your lap. One of her hands meets yours, the other takes your shoulder. "Who's asking? Sabine, or her 'master'?"

You like the way her finger traces his mark, but you don't like the way she refers to him. She hasn't spoiled your mood, though. "Does it matter?" You try to catch her lips in a kiss, but she leans just out of reach, so you flick your tongue out and sample her taste instead.

"Mmm... I suppose not... you put on quite a show, and this rune is very becoming." You can almost smell her arousal. Her touch upon your belly is electric. Is this what it feels like when a woman is under daemonic thrall? You can sense your master's approval, and some glimmer of his power flowing through you.

You want to make love to Indra, finally, but is it really you, or is it the daemon growing inside you pushing you toward this moment?