Verity clutched her staff. It was getting late.

 

Mil had asked her to tag along on patrol tonight. She was apparently expecting to run into the fiend that had bested her the other day. Verity preferred to do her work within the borders of their small town, but her skills as an exorcist could secure a kill against a fiend where Mil's archery had failed. The downside to this arrangement was that Verity couldn't confirm whether Mil was leading her in circles.

 

Admittedly, that seemed unlikely. Mil was an expert survivalist, able to survive for long stretches of time in the wilds. The only thing that kept her here in town rather than on extended patrol was that her combat skills weren't suited to it. She was a fine duelist, and she could easily subdue a squad of bandits. What Mil seemed to struggle with was fights against mages or the supernatural. To best a magic user with very little magic yourself wasn't easy, but it was a vital skill for someone patrolling the deep woods in search of more spiritual dangers. Not that Verity minded having Mil around. Aside from her one weak point, she was extremely competent, and the village was lucky to have her. And I'm lucky to have her, Verity thought with a blush.

 

The two reached the middle of a clearing and heard a loud *snap* from the treetops. Verity shifted into a combat stance, ready to deflect the projectile spells Mil had warned her of. Sure enough, she heard a *crack* of arcane power behind her. She whipped around into a rooted position and whirled her staff to block the shot.

 

She called out to the monster. "Show yourself, demon!"

 

"Restrain her, thrall," replied a voice from the bushes.

 

Verity prepared to fire a probing shot at the source of the voice, failing to parse its actual words until she was suddenly lifted up off the ground by her shoulders.

 

"Ah- Mil what are you doing?!"

 

Mil's arms swept under her armpits, then back around to lock hands at the back of her neck. Mil was tall enough compared to her that she was several inches off the ground. Exposed. Hearing no response from the woman, she turned her head as far as she was able. She caught the side of Mil's face, looking down and away, cheeks red with what Verity hoped, but doubted was resistance. Another spell crackled into being in front of them. She prepared to deflect it, but doing so while restrained was too difficult. The bolt slammed into her right hand, numbing it instantly and causing her to drop her staff. She thrashed and kicked to escape Mil's hold on her, but Mil was too strong for her.

 

Verity heard a rustle from the bushes in front of her, and whipped her head around to look. The figure that emerged was nearly as tall as Mill was, with a curvy feminine figure that implied powerful muscle underneath. It had inky black skin with swirling lines of bright pink, seeming to begin at its extremities and the tip of its two tails, and flowed inward toward its core, thinning as they did so. It approached her, brushing pink hair out of its face and smirking at her with its burning pink eyes. She pushed down the part of her that twitched with desire.

 

"What has my Millicent brought me today?" The creature purred as it continued toward her.

 

Verity renewed her struggle, but Mil's wasn't giving an inch. For her part, Mil also seemed momentarily caught off guard by the demon's appearance, but a biffed kick to the shin seemed to snap her focus back. Verity considered kicking Mil in the crotch. It was undefended, and it might throw her off balance enough for Verity to break free, but... she couldn't bring herself to hurt her like that.

 

The demon stepped up to them, cupping Verity's face and stroking a cheek. "Aren't you a cute little specimen? Are you supposed to be some kind of exorcist?" Verity had no such feelings about the gorgeous monster in front of her, and kicked as hard as she could into its crotch. It was unfazed.

 

"Feisty too! That won't be a problem for long though~"

 

The demon brought its other hand to her face and began tracing gentle circles over her temples, muttering what Verity assumed must be a spell. Her theory was quickly proven true as she felt a warm fuzz soak into her head from both sides, drowning her thoughts in warm honey. She kicked again, softer this time. The magic was quickly seeping into her, filling her head and flowing gently down through the rest of her body. Whatever it was, it made her body feel sluggish and left a warm tingle as it traveled. She tried thrashing with her arms, but her arm moved like molasses. She managed no more than to throw her arm over the demon's shoulder.

 

The demon stopped its ministrations, lowering its hands with a brush against Verity's cheek that elicited an involuntary moan. "Lovely," it seemed to sing, "you drop so wonderfully for me. Mil dear, lower her to the ground. That position can't be comfortable for her~"

 

Verity heard Mil's acknowledgement from behind her. "...yes, Mistress." She sounded defeated, or maybe a little jealous? Verity couldn't tell, the warm fluffy fog in her mind made such complicated assessments impossible. She felt Mil lower the two of them to the ground, Verity seated comfortably on her lap. The demon crouched down in front of her, and the reality of Verity's situation struck her. Specifically, the reality of being sandwiched between these two incredibly attractive strong women, which brought a warm flush to her face. The other reality, of being in danger from one woman holding her while the other messed with her head, seemed inaccessible to her now. Verity giggled.

 

"That's my good girl. I'm going to put you both to sleep now, and we're all going to cuddle here while I feast on the delicious dreams I've planted in you both. And when you both wake, you'll be mine~"

 

"yyes mistress..." both girls responded, Verity more sleepily than Mil.

 

"Very good. Now... sleep."

 

The demon snapped her fingers, and Verity barely registered Mil dropping to a lying position. By the time Verity's head landed on Mil's chest, she was already asleep.