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 You know, if before the invasion someone had told me that soon I would be
casting spells, getting anything I wanted from any girl I fancied, and
fighting demons, well, I guess I would have asked for a shot of whatever
they were drinking.

   Still, now everything is different, isn't it?  I mean, if I get too
frustrated, one of them Succubi is gonna take my brain and turn me into a
thrall, and since I'm a mage, that is really bad, so just about any woman
will jump to keep he happy.  Course, most women will keep any guy happy
nowadays, don't want the Succubi getting more shock troops, right?  But
with me it is different, they know they might have a mage baby with me I
guess.

   Patrols are weird, mostly boredom interspaced with terror.  You never
know when some Succubus will find a group of horny men, and try to take
over a block.  Women are starting to learn to stay active all the time, and
men are learning to put away jealousy, but it is hard for everyone.

   Anyway, here is my story.

   There were only five people in the diner that night, the TV was on more
for noise than anything, but that new manned mission to Venus happened to
be on.  Suddenly there was a bunch more noise, and Frank started to pay
attention.  "Nose up, nose up!  God damn it, why is he on manual.  Someone
kill the override and get that ship back on computer control." The camera
view from the nose of the spacecraft was getting foggy, yellow clouds
wafted around the ship.  An altimeter was showing next to the display,
showing the rapid descent of the spaceship.

   Suddenly the clouds cleared, and the view showed a peaceful and pastoral
scene.  Fields, roads, and a large building-resembling a medieval castle.
The pilot aimed the ship at one of the roads leading to the castle, and the
ship landed with a thump.  5 Beautiful women approached the ship, and then
the camera showed the pilot walking towards them, removing his spacesuit
helmet in wonder.

   Seeing him removing his helmet, and perhaps misunderstanding the
gesture, the women all slid the shoulder straps of their gowns off their
arms, revealing every inch of their flawless skin.  Frank wondered if the
network censors would cut it off, but the live feed kept showing.  He heard
the Astronaut, Tom-something, saying "We didn't think there would be a
breathable atmosphere here," in wonder.  One of the women spoke, "Our kind
was banished here millennia ago, but now the veil is parted." She gestured
at the other women, who began to run gracefully towards the castle.  "Soon
we will rejoin you on Earth, but for now, come with me and enjoy our
hospitality."

   The next day Frank learned that that astronaut, Thomas Howell, hadn't
checked back in with NASA.  Over the next couple of months things got
really weird around the world, and finally the President said we were being
invaded.  Churches said the invaders were demons, and Frank reckoned they
were right.

   The problem was, the military would send a platoon of national guard
(the Army was mostly already captured) to confront one of them women, and
the platoon would change sides, just like that.  Bases and towns were
falling right and left, and Frank heard that a lot of countries down south
had already gone to the demons entirely.  Seemed like the end times were
here.

   Then someone said that sex had something to do with the troops leaving,
and the President drafted all the hookers in the nation.  Next thing you
know, troops were getting blow-jobs before they went to face the demons,
and gosh darn it if it didn't work!

   Frank had been having a hard time at home too, he lived alone, but he
kept finding his shit moved around the house.  Then one day he wanted a
bottle opener for his beer, and it floated to him from the kitchen.  That's
when he realized he was the one moving shit.

   He'd heard that some of those pagan kids were using magic against the
demons, but he was a good Christian man.  Still, he'd best find the pastor
and ask for help.

   "Hey Father Hills?  I got a problem, and I'm probably headed to hell,
but I figured I'd see if you could help me."

   "Oh Frank, don't talk that way, you drink a little too much, but I've
never seen you hit anyone without justification, you aren't a sinner." The
Pastor reassured him.

   "That ain't what I'm talking about," Frank said, and plucked one of the
candles off the table with his mind.  "I think I got a devil in me."

   While the Pastor looked suitably shocked, his response confused Frank.
"Bless the lord!" Seeing the expression on Frank's face, Father Hills
explained, "You have been blessed by god, sent to help us fight the demons.
We have learned that the pagans were kept with us by god to teach us in our
hour of need."

   Frank wasn't too sure of what the pastor was telling him, but the guy
was a man of the cloth, and knew better than he where souls and god were
concerned.  Still, the idea of fighting demons sounded scary, especially
when those demons were protected by guys with M-16s.  Still, he knew his
duty, and he wasn't going to say no to his church, so he marched (as best
as he was able) down to the recruiter and signed up-as an officer if you
believe it!  Apparently any mage was commissioned for some reason or other.

   So they mixed an officer training program with a crash course in magic,
and watching the interaction between a bunch of young goth mages (with LT
and Captain bars) and a bunch of Sergeants would have been hilarious-if
Frank had any time to laugh.  Four times a day they got marched into a room
with a bunch of women, and you could get a handjob, a blow, or...well,
Frank wasn't used to getting that sort of thing from anyone he wasn't
dating, it kinda felt wrong.  Still, when a willing woman is doing her best
to make you feel good, you don't insult her by saying no, even if he had
wanted to.

   After training was done, he could throw fire and lightning, make shields
in the air, and lift a truck with his mind, among other things.  The last
training he got was really weird.  He was taught to make this glowing thing
in the air, based on his Sigel (every wizard came up with a mark that only
they used, it was like a magical signature, his seemed like a bowl with a
candy cane sticking out of the top-and he had no clue how he came up with
it).  Any woman who saw a mage make a Sigel would have to do anything he
asked.  Actually, any man would too, don't ask don't tell didn't apply to
mages, but Frank had absolutely NO interest in that.

   So he went into town, his first leave since signing up, with his uniform
robes (why pants interfered with spells he sure didn't know) and bright new
gold bars.  He went into a bar, just planning on getting a drink, and saw
several women eying him hungrily.  He knew a lotta menfolk had been taken
by the demons, but he didn't realize what that would mean to all the women
left behind.  He later found out that the government had stopped paying for
"special services," for the troops since money wasn't needed as an
incentive any more.

   A blonde and a latino both sidled up to him, then looked at eachother.
Frank didn't know if they were about to fight over him or what, so he
figured to do the only thing he could.  He made his mark in the air, and
they both looked at him expectantly.  So he turned to the barkeep, "Hey
lady, do you have a back room or something?"

   She sassed him good, "I do, but why can't you do it right here?  No one
will complain."

   Now Frank hadn't heard a girl complain about his equipment, but he
wasn't too sure about getting it out in front of all these women.

   Still, he wasn't about to be showed up by this old broad.  "Fine," he
looked at the two girls who had been brave enough to come up to him, "What
are your names?"

   "Sabrina," the blonde said.

   "Sasha," the latino breathed.

   "OK, Sabrina, strip Sasha's clothes off for me." Frank said.  The blonde
looked disappointed, so he reassured her, "I want to watch both of you
strip-so you strip her, then I'll have her strip you."

   Sabrina went up to the Latino, and gave her a French kiss, which
surprised Frank, but he supposed with men in short supply girls might need
to help each other out.  Then Sabrina knelt in front of Sasha and pulled
the girls tight black leather pants slowly down her legs, revealing the
contrast of black panties and Mocha skin.  As Sasha stepped out of her
pants, Sabrina untied the front of her halter, allowing the two sides to
fall open, revealing C cup breasts-and not revealing tan lines.  Sabrina
went around behind Sasha, kissing her tenderly on the neck, before sliding
her body down the darker skinned woman and peeling off her panties.  Sasha
kicked the panties across the room, and set her foot down a couple feet
from the other one, giving Frank a nice view of a neatly trimmed triangle
of black bush.

   She glared at the other women in the room, daring them to say anything,
knowing they all wished they could be her, about to get an officer-even if
it did look like she'd have to share.

   Sasha then turned to Sabrina, and began to unbutton her white shirt. 
After undoing the top button, she switched to the bottom buttons, and after
each button she would kiss Sabrina's neck.  Sabrina's hands made spasming
motions as she seemed to struggle against either helping to undress herself
or crushing the other girl to her.

   When all of the buttons were undone, a durable white bra was revealed.
Sabrina smiled apologetically at Frank, "Double D's, if I don't wear a
sturdy bra, it hurts." Sasha then reached for Sabrina's schoolgirl skirt,
but instead of taking it off, she reached underneath, and slowly pulled
down thong panties that matched the bra-in color if not in construction. 
Sasha then carefully tucked the bottom of the skirt into the waistband,
revealing to all that Sabrina was a natural blonde-with just a small
landing strip to prove it.

   Sasha was almost reverent as she unclasped the bra, putting her face
between the large globes.  As she pulled the bra off, she weighed one
breast with her hand, then captured the nipple of the other breast in her
mouth.  Sabrina gasped and closed her eyes, cradling Sasha's head with both
hands.  Sasha reached for the zipper of Sabrina's skirt while her mouth
explored the other woman, and it slipped to the floor.

   Frank was about to burst, but he wanted both girls to enjoy it.  "Both
of you, undo my pants and suck." He hoped he could come quickly, then give
both girls at least a decent ride.  The two girls looked at eachother, then
walked up to him almost in formation.  As they both dropped to their knees,
Sasha hiked his robes up and Sabrina pulled his briefs down to his knees.
Both women took turns, and he gasped, "I'm not gonna last long, I just
wanted some stamina for the main event." The women seemed to accept this
and redoubled their efforts.  Once his immediate desires were fulfilled,
they continued to tease him with their tongues, eventually allowing him to
recover.

   "Why don't the two of yall 69, and I will plug whoever is on top.  Once
she comes, you can flip over." The girls seemed to agree with the plan, and
he was soon enjoying turning Sabrina into a sex sandwitch.  The other women
in the bar watched hungrily, but seemed to realize his stamina would be
limited.  Once Sabrina was pulsing and moaning under him, he pulled back,
and the girls re-arranged themselves with Sasha on top.  It was close, but
she came just before he did.

   Frank looked at the other women in the bar, and then down at his
deflated member, and said "Sorry ladies, these too did too good a job." He
ordered a beer, but ended up finishing it quickly so he could get away from
the stares.

   Walking around the town, he saw lots of women, but only a few men.  At
one point he saw an old guy getting head from a black woman while a
brunette caressed his back and shoulders.  He wondered if women were taking
care of men to fight the war, or just because the supply of men was so low?

   Then he saw a beautiful woman, gesturing him closer.  She had flawless
pale skin and long midnight black hair.  She was wearing a black corset and
panties, and nothing else.  He wasn't sure if this was just advertising or
unusual, but he wondered over to check her out.

   "Come for me," she purred, and he felt his loins pulse, but as recently
as he had been drained, it didn't do much.  He saw her frown, then she
pulled a dagger from her hair.

   "Expulsi Arcto," he shouted, and a blast of icey fragments slammed her
into a wall.  Some of fragments had penetrated both her skin and the wall,
pinning her in place.  She stared at him with hatred.

   "You could have had me, any time you wanted, and you chose death." She
hissed.

   Noting the flames that were beginning to melt his ice spell, he made a
rapid decision.  "Shatter!" The ice fragments exploded, pulverizing the
woman's flesh beyond recognition.  "Yes, I chose death, yours bitch." He
commented.

   Crap, now he would have to fill out paperwork, and flowery sentences
weren't his strong suit.  He located what he figured was most of her head,
put it in a carry spell, and walked back to base.

   "Sir!  Whatcha go there?" The sentry had clearly recognized his robes,
and the gorey trophy floating behind him.  "Didja get one?"

   "Yeah, she tried to seduce me, but this pair at the bar had already
drained me, saved my life.  Maybe I should invite them to a thank you
party..."

   "They'd probably enjoy that sir." The sentry said, then saluted smartly
and let him by.  "Um, sir, I kinda need to phone that in."

   "Go ahead, do your duty," Frank reassured the young man, then added,
"Hey, um, I've never, uh, where do I take it?"

   Frank's training had included taking the head off any demon he bagged if
he could, and something about delivering it to research or something, but
he had no clue where on base that was.

   "Sir, just go up Patton Ave, turn left on Washington, and it's the
second building on the right."

   "Thanks soldier," Frank replied, before walking the indicated direction.

   A bored female watched him come in, "Another one?" She asked before
grabbing a plastic bin and gesturing at it.  After he dropped his gorey
trophy in the bin, she looked him up and down.  "You need relief?"

   "Oh, um, I just got some a bit before the demon tried to get me."

   "Yeah, but the Succubi always prime you, if someone doesn't take care of
you, well, you won't be safe." Saying this the dumpy woman came around the
desk and raised his robes.  "Nice," she said as she pulled his undershorts
to his ankles.  She bobbed her head on him for a few strokes, then flipped
up her green skirt to reveal a lack of panties.  She bent over her desk and
looked back at him invitingly.  She wasn't the most attractive girl he had
enjoyed, but she was clearly willing, and seemed to be right about his
needs.  Soon he was enjoying her on her desk, as she screamed "oh yes, oh
god yes," over and over again.  She kept coming, but he had some stamina
from all the activity he had already had in the last hour, so it took him a
good while to finish.  When he did, she turned, saluted smartly, and said
"Thank you Sir!" Shaking his head in bemusement, Frank walked out of the
office and back to his bunk.  He hadn't even started combat operations.