A special kind of training

"Sabine, you need to understand that the daemon toxin is perfect. You cannot ever really resist its effects because it does not affect you physically. Surely, you remember the heat of your lust, but that was not the poison at work. In truth, it taints your soul, awakening these desires in you. It is your body's own desires that you fight against. You could no more easily resist its affects than you could stave off hunger. For a while, sure, but you'll always lose eventually."

You're stunned, not just by the revelation, but by Indra's knowledge of it. How could she possibly have such intimate knowledge when your own libraries mentioned nothing of the sort. Now doesn't seem like a good time to challenge her expertise, but you'll have to remind yourself later to learn more about this woman.

"So, are you saying I should, what, try to build up an immunity?"

The witch's grin turns sultry. Is she ogling you? "In a manner of speaking, my dear. Unfortunately, building an immunity to the toxin is impossible, as its a preternatural substance. Besides, the damage is already done. As I said, it awakens your lust. Technically, the imp's venom is still working in you, insofar as your lust is still awakened. You don't feel anything now because you're not aroused, but the next time you need to, hmm... tickle your fancy... that should be quite a show."

Yes, she's clearly ogling you, and your nethers are beginning to tingle with excitement. Spending the majority of your life in an abbey, you'd never really had the opportunity to be sized up as a sexual object. Before today, you thought your reaction would have been somewhere between repulsed and indifferent. Instead, the thought of Indra imagining you playing with yourself is beginning to turn you on.

Indra is quite attractive... but is that just your newly awakened desires? If what the lovely raven-haired witch says is true, you'll soon be begging for her to fuck you, just like your master. You're rubbing your thighs together and you can feel a wetness building.

Across the room, Indra is beginning to slip out of her clothes. "You're feeling it again, aren't you? That's good. You need to learn to indulge in the sensation."

You grip the side of your chair, literally holding yourself back from succumbing to your growing need. "How does is that going to help me??" Indra ignores the frustration and confusion in your voice, slowly crossing the room to you, her hips swaying sensually.

"You are no longer a paladin, Sabine. To survive, you will have to adapt. You can become a **** to your desires, or you can master them. And perhaps, in time, you can even learn to harness your sexual energy." Indra takes the last couple of steps toward you and kneels, sliding your legs apart. You're unable to offer any resistance. She slides her hands up your thighs and hooks her fingers in the waist of your pants.

The need is overwhelming you. Indra is right - there's no way you'd be able to fight this, and she's barely touched you. Your hands ease off the chair and slide up and over your legs to interweave with Indra's fingers. "Do I really have any choice?" You assume the answer is a foregone conclusion - you're ready to surrender your creamy little cunt to her mouth - so when she looks up and her jade eyes are serious instead of sultry, you almost miss her response.

"You should be aware of the danger. You'll be tapping into and attempting to control a **** that is raging out of control inside you. There is a daemon literally inside of you, and it will fight against our efforts every step of the way. I will protect you as best I can, but I cannot assure you that we will succeed... nor can I predict the consequences for failure. It is your risk to take. If you are not of a mind to proceed, I will simply help you satisfy your lust and we can find another way."

You're ready to fuck Indra - except for your master in the laundry, this is the only time you've ever lusted so strongly for someone, and you long to finally experience love making with another human. The only choice is whether to let her begin teaching you to master your desire, or to simply sate the hunger dripping down your thighs.