The survey trip from hell

You have a nebulous vision of multiple chopped-up scenes as you wade through the void of the loop: the shadow of a muscular male silhoutte with long hair, a big, twitching penis exploding into a white deluge, what sounds like your voice moaning desperately while a bed rocks rithmically beneath you . . .

"Let's fuckin' go then," Lavie says.

You're disoriented at first. This was the first time you activated the loop, and you're still angry at that fucking succubus.

In front of you are Lavie, the archmage, Ceylan, Laura, Evelin and Halin, the three first with glowing bottles in their hands. This is the time you all had just decided on the plan for exploring the Sanctuary.

"Actually . . ." you start. Everyone else looks at you. "I already looped. The timeline got reset."

"It's that fast?" Ceylan asks. Ceylan Resun is a witch from an oriental empire who wielded a lot of political power until getting herself cast out—presumably the circumstances around which Halin was conceived—she looks the MILF part, although still with younger features than the Archmage. Her son, Halin Resun, looks around the same age as you. He is a slim boy with red hair and pale skin. He and his mother are constantly rambling to each other about an inner conflict due to his demonic origins and other weird shit you overhear. He is very creative, likes to draw and play music.

"Wasn't fast for me," you quickly explain everyone's findings. ". . . I ended up having to ward off a bunch of demons and that consumed most of my time. I think I made it through some 80km before that."

Lavie gives a naughty giggle.

"What?" you ask

"I was daydreaming, ignore me," she giggles a bit more.

"Did you pay any attention, though?" Laura asks, annoyed.

"Yes, yes I did, Mrs. General. So we go together to find whatever snatched Ceylan up?"

"That is the plan," you say.

"I wonder what got me beat," Ceylan muses.

"You either found something really bad or really good," Lavie teases.

"I hope we can find it together now," Ceylan teases back.

"Hope it's not too good though, I can get overwhelmed."

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Just drink from the goddamn bottles," you urge them.

The trip eastwards starts uneventfully. The four of you are arranged in a formation that leaves Lavie with her Alarm in the center, not too far that protection is nulified, not too close that you can all be bunched up and taken down by some projectile. All you can hope is that Ceylan didn't deviate too much from the path—like you did—in the previous timeline. You ask the mage trio about the conscience before taking flight, and they say the three of them have more than enough power to feel if a mind control spell is being used on you. Right now, they feel nothing. Strange. Well, the conscience isn't manifesting itself right now, isn't it? If that is the case, then who was using that spell? And was their objective only to make you feel good? You make a mental note to try and use Anti-Magic the next time the conscience appears.

You stop abruptly when Ceylan starts falling toward the earth. The exploding Ice Shard warning from Lavie coming a split-second too late.

_Talk about fucking anti-magic. _You complain inside your own head. The only reason why Ceylan's ability to fly is neutralized should be the bottled magic. Flight is a core power, but in that case it is granted to the user by a magical power. You thank fuck anti-magic was in your thoughts that moment else you might have taken too long to realize. Both of the other mages had flight granted to them by your bottled magic as well, so you are the only one capable of acting in this situation.

You rush toward Ceylan at maximum speed, closing the gap fast. You just about manage to slow down enough to make a useful cushion for her. You do have Restless, but the impact still hurts like a bitch. You are left immobile during the few seconds your body takes to regenerate. More importantly, though, you are left immobile for a few seconds under Ceylan's bosom.

"Oh, my!" she exclaims while looking at you. Your body is recovering, but your clothes are still in tatters. "That must have hurt!"

"I'll get through it. Are you fine?"

"I'll get thgough it. That was one hell of a save, though. I'm gonna have to make it up to you, somehow . . ."

You gulp while letting escape a glance at Ceylan's chest. Some of her buttons had undone themselves, and she is clearly fumbling with them on purpose.

"Helping us stay alive is a first," you say, trying to break through the horny. "Whatever got us probably has anti-magic. We should just walk towards the direction we came from and try to break out of the area of influence as soon as possible."

You look around yourself. It seems the two of you were dropped into a densely wooded area, which means plenty of cover for whatever it is that might be attacking the two of you. Anti-magic works within a radius of 50 meters of the user, so the two of you are definitely still in danger. Before moving anywhere, you quickly send the code the group had agreed on to communicate that you are alive. One fireball up on the sky would mean that you are fine and under no threat, three would be 'we're fucked and you should come here immediately'. You shoot two, meaning that you are alive and well, but the situation can deteriorate at any time.

"You can't fly us out?" Ceylan asks.

"It'll be sluggish as hell. If the user has some kind of projectile power to shoot us out of the sky, we're fucked."

"We could try burning the forest out, see if you can hit the thing."

"It's as likely to hit Lavie and the archmage if they come down to try and help us. Also, we don't know if the thing is really hostile."

"Are all people from your world goody-two-shoes like that?"

It is as you are about to shrug her off and start to look for a way out that it happens. Two darts, or thorns, or whatever they were. You only see the one hitting Ceylan's neck, but your own still feels the sting. It barely takes a second for you to black out. The last thing you do with your last inkling of conscience is to shoot the three fireballs into the sky.