//Tags: happy ending, succubus, mildly lewd, warfare, cuddling, mild femdom, kuudere, MAMONOMANA, short story, high fantasy setting
 
War Games
 
You began to beat your shield with your sword. Thump. Thump. Thump. The entire army was doing it simultaneously, in rhythm with each other. You look around at the guys nearest to you, they all have big grins on their faces. The boys always love it when we do this; it's really good for morale. Scares the ever loving shit out of the enemy too.
 
You look out across at the enemy only 50 paces away. Monstergirls, thousands of them. All different kinds. The legion of the Veltras demon realm in all their glory. They certainly don’t look scared. You guess its going to take a little more than shield percussion to put the fear of the chief god into their heart.
 
They look a lot less organized than your 501st Blood Ravens. They have no proper shield wall, no phalanx formation, only the occasional pike to prevent a cavalry charge. Most of them aren't even wearing armor. It's a wonder they have lasted this long. Apparently monstergirls make up for it with sheer, ridiculous, unparalleled physical strength.
 
A few of the girls are making gestures at some of the men, trying to intimidate us back. Most of it looks lewd, a few of the gestures are threatening. A couple wolf girls are howling. A dragon roars and spits a massive plume of fire above your heads. A lot of the men quake at her display of power. You can always spot the rookies from shit like this. The fire looks dangerous, and really it is, but there is no way a dragon would roast her potential “treasure.” Its basically just a fancy lightshow as long as you are male.
 
One of the succubi seems to be looking right at you. She licks her spear shaft suggestively. You look at your neighbors in the phalanx to make sure you are the one she is looking at. They are both looking back at you with a concerned look. Shit.
 
She traces a finger through the air and creates a heart shape out of blue flames, then puffs out her cheeks and blows it towards you through the air the same way someone would blow a kiss. You raise your shield and squarely block the projectile. The dancing blue flames explode into puffy pink clouds that rapidly dissipate. The succubus makes a playful pouting gesture. You aren't sure if that was some nefarious spell or just a harmless display of affection, but its best not to take any chances with demons. Your squad mates are now laughing at you and patting you on the back. “It was nice knowing you, Anon.” one says to you. “Oh, fuck off.” you say back.
 
You hear a trumpet sound out somewhere in the distance. Oh boy, here we go. That was the signal for arrows. The archers behind you let loose. Harpies and manticores above you frantically dodge as arrow shafts hurtle over your head. They go whistling through the air as they strike into the enemy formation. It looks like that lack of a proper shield wall is costing them dearly now. Monsters are going down left and right. The ones with the large bodies (large proportional to their arms, anyway) seem to have the worst of it. Arachnes, lamias and centaurs are thoroughly peppered with arrows as they collapse. Even if they were holding a shield it would have to be enormous to cover those massive bodies. A lot of the smaller monsters like kitsune and goblins hide behind the larger ones. You notice that your succubus didn't go down. She has her spear held up in the air to create some sort of small magic forcefield.
 
The girls return fire, but its sporadic and light. They don’t have a dedicated archer regiment like the 501st. You hear the shout “RAISE SHIELDS!” and the men behind you comply. It forms an interlocking wall that the arrows can't get through. You hear the occasional thunk as the arrow shafts impact the wood. You are starting to feel confident. This battle will be easy.
 
“FORWARD!” Comes a shout from behind you. Your regiment begins making careful, measured steps forward towards the enemy ranks. Its important for no part of the phalanx to get ahead of any other part, otherwise their flank will be exposed. The monsters are trying to back up, tripping over each other and their fallen in a disorganized retreat. Another volley of arrows showers down on the girls claiming more victims. They look scared now, by god. A lot of them look like they are ready to drop weapons and run for their lives.
 
Finally some brave Red Oni has decided she has had enough of this bullshit. She bellows out a roar and charges right into the shield wall. Her gigantic double sided waraxe smashes aside 4 shields at once, knocking the men in front tumbling into the men behind. The back ranks swarm forward to stab at her exposed torso. She is quickly overwhelmed.
 
The rest of her army was inspired though. They all rush straight into the shield wall. The crush of bodies is enormous. You brace your feet and try not to get knocked over by their incredible strength. You stab with your sword through the gap in the shields, trying to find purchase in anything exposed and meaty.
 
Soon the entire shield formation collapses. Its a full blown melee now. The men square off with the beasts in a frantic showdown. Some lamia rushes past you to get some poor bastard behind you, and you bring your sword down on her exposed tail. Lamias were just not made for organized conflict like this.
 
Your succubus has spotted you and is making her way towards you through the fray. She whirls out with her winged spear and clips some unfortunate souls who got too close. She has some crazy reach with that thing. She is whirling about with supernatural grace dodging blows and slashing limbs. She hardly takes her eyes off of you the entire time. She looks excited, with a huge, smug grin on her face as she approaches. You back away nervously.
 
Finally she comes withing range and begins thrusting at you. You aren't some greenhorn: the trick to beating spearmen is to get in close. You swat her spear away with your sword and immediately close the distance. Her long spear is difficult to maneuver in close quarters, and she slides her hands up the shaft until she is basically just holding the head of it. She keeps accidentally hitting the haft of the spear on bodies and other people as she frantically tries to adjust. You manage to whip your sword around and slice cleanly through her neck, chopping her head off in a spectacular spray of blood.
 
At least, you would have if your sword were not made from demon silver. Instead the blade passes through her flesh as through it were ethereal, leaving her skin unmarked. She lets out a long, shuddering moan as her whole body goes tense with ecstasy. She creams her pants and falls asleep on the ground with a stupid look on her face.
 
Huh. Demon silver. You had your doubts about these weapons, but that was actually pretty cool. You look at the rose tinted metal and wonder again who's dumb idea this was. You don’t have long to think before another foe comes at you.
 
Some minotaur with a halberd tries to gut you from the side. You block with your shield and redirect the blow into the ground. Fighting halbardiers is pretty much like fighting spearmen: get in close. You run up to her but she just takes a hand off the halberd's shaft and punches you square in the chest. You collapse back on the ground, winded. Apparently she is no greenhorn either. She raises her halberd to bring it down on you in a killing blow, but you roll to the side at the last second and slash at her Achilles tendon. She stumbles backward as her leg falls asleep, and you thrust your sword up into her abdomen. She makes a loud, erotic mooing sound and her eyes roll back into her head. Her tufted tail swishes rapidly back and fourth as she suffers a violent orgasm. Finally she collapses to the ground fast asleep with a stupid look on her face. Heh heh. That’s actually pretty funny.
 
You are distracted by the most lovely sound. A siren has begun to sing, flying overhead and just out of reach. All the men within earshot stop fighting and turn towards her, awestruck by the incredible beauty of her voice. Its all you can think about, as though this song were the only thing in the world that matters. The archers further back and out of vocal range target her, and the song falters a little as she tries to multitask aerial combat maneuvers and her lilting soprano. Finally an arrow strikes her in the chest, and she creams her pants and goes crashing to the ground with a stupid look on her face.
 
An ogre has used this opportunity to sneak up behind you while you were distracted with the song. She slams her massive demon silver warhammer down on your head. It passes completely through your body without doing any physical damage, and you immediately cream your pants and fall asleep on the ground with a stupid look on your face.
 
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You wake up in chains. Nothing too fancy, just wrist manacles tethered to a stake driven into the ground. Its night time. You aren’t alone either. As you look to the left and right you see all the other men chained to the ground in a long line just like you. Some have woken up, others are still asleep. Monstergirl guards watch over you from nearby. They have smug looks on their faces as they size you up. One of them licks her lips.
 
You poke the guy nearest you. “Hey,” you whisper, “How did the fight go?” “I dunno man, I took a javelin to the chest, creamed my pants and fell asleep.” He says sheepishly. A bunch of other guys nearby are knowingly nodding in agreement, like the same thing happened to them. Well this is going nowhere fast. Your side obviously didn't win or you wouldn't have woken up wearing shackles, at least you know that much.
 
Most of these guys look embarrassed. You don't feel embarrassed one bit. You took out at least 3 monsters, and maybe more before the shield wall broke down. You did your part. If every man here had done the same your side would have won the fight handily.
 
Every so often a monstergirl picks her way along the line of men, looking for a victim that suits her fancy. She uproots the stake holding him and then walks off with the guy slung over her shoulder. The spoils of war, you suppose. Sometimes the guy protests, kicking and fighting at her. Sometimes they go quietly. You wonder what you will end up with. Not an ushi oni, you hope. It's nothing personal, you just want to keep your pelvis intact.
 
You see some minotaur walking down the line of men. She looks pissed. Every so often she squints at a guys face, and will physically pull his head forward to get a real good look at him. She shakes her head and keeps walking down the line. IT'S THAT HALBARDIER YOU KILLED! Shit! Shit shit shit. Your eyes are bugging out of your head as you try to control your panic. You stare at the ground and do your best to look innocuous.
 
Finally she comes up to you. For a second you thought she was going to pass right over you, but then she grabs your head and lifts your chin up so she is staring straight into your eyes. “YOU!” She exclaims. “Uhhhh-” You start to say, but she interrupts you “You're one spry little spitfuck, you know that? Bet you thought you were real clever with all that fancy swordplay, you little shit.” “Uhhh that wasn't me, I think you have me confused for someone else.” You aren't lying to her out of spite, you are merely afraid for your pelvis. This is one pissed off cow. It's every man for himself now. “OH YES IT WAS! I never forget a face. Do you have any idea how rarely someone beats me in a fight? And look at you now. I’m gonna enjoy this. Gonna make you squeal, boy!” She flexes every muscle in her entire body and pounds her fists together. God damn she is ripped. “B-but but” You start to protest, but she cuts you off with more of her bellowing. “Oh yes, fool! I will romance you soooo sweetly!”
 
She pulls your stake out of the ground and starts stomping towards you. You look at your fellow prisoners for help, but they are all giving you pitying looks. She picks you up and throws you over her shoulder. She has a sweet cow smell, a bit like fine leather. It's looking like you are going to get pelviscerated anyway tonight. Suddenly an ushi oni doesn't sound so bad.
 
Just as the minotaur is walking off with you a lasso of blue fire springs out of nowhere and wraps around your upper body. You panic for a few seconds before you realize the flames don't hurt. “This one belongs to me.” An icy voice states. You follow the flames back until you spot the succubus you also killed earlier. She is holding the flames like a leash. “I was just waiting for him to wake up.” The blue demon states.
 
“Bullshit!” The cow exclaims. “This asshole killed me, and now I want my revenge sex.” The minotaur elaborates. She swats you on the ass for emphasis. “If its all the same, I killed the succubus first.” You helpfully offer. You have no idea if “killsies-firsties” is a thing with monsters, but this cow is going to ravage the shit out of you if you don’t escape her somehow. Its strange times indeed when a succubus comes to your rescue.
 
“He has already been branded by me.” The succubus coolly responds. She lashes out with her spade shaped tail and wraps it around your wrist with lightning speed, and holds up the back of your hand to the cow. Looking at it, you have some kind of small tattoo on the back of your hand. What the hell? When did that get there? It looks like a spear piercing a stylized heart, sort of like cupid's arrow. It matches the markings on the succubus's body. Its possible you didn't notice it before. Its dark out and you had other problems to worry about.
 
The cow is eyeballing that blue demon something fierce. Then she eyeballs the back of your hand, then stares back at the demon again. “I've been waiting around for hours.” The succubus explains. “Yeah? Well you weren't here when I found him.” The cow says back. “A watched pot never boils.” The demon responds, raising an amused eyebrow. You think its about to come to blows when the minotaur finally drops you on the ground hard and kicks you towards the succubus. “Fine. First come first served.” The cow says before storming off in a huff.
 
You stand back up, still wrapped in blue fire. The succubus watches the cow leave for a moment, then says “Come along.” while giving your magical leash a tug. She walks through the army camp leading you along like a dog. Every so often you lag behind a bit as you look around, and she gives the leash a quick tug to yank you forward. You pass rows and rows of tents. The sounds of sex are everywhere. Monstergirl victory celebrations are apparently just a huge orgy, which is pretty much exactly what you expected.
 
Finally the succubus gets to her own tent. She pulls aside the flap and steps in, pulling you along with her. There is someone already in here. A wolfgirl is banging the bejesus out of some dude on the cot on the left. Tents aren't individual in your army either, but generally you hang a sock on the flap to indicate you want privacy for a while.
 
“You get 'em?” The wolfgirl asks, still riding away on the poor soul beneath her. The succubus gives an “Mmmhmm.” and waves a hand along your body like a showgirl, as though to display you to the wolf. “Nice!” Says the wolf, and the wolf and the demon brofist each other. The wolf still hasn't stopped pounding away on the other guy. He shoots you two thumbs up: apparently he is enjoying this.
 
The demon pulls you over to to her own cot. “Disrobe and get in.” She commands. You bashfully remove your clothing and climb in the sleeping bag. The demon does the same. Your leash vanishes in a puff of smoke, but you are still wearing those chains on your wrists. The demon slides under your chains so that your arms are wrapped around her back. She folds her wings around your back, cocooning the two of you together. She wiggles her naked body around on top of yours. Her perfect breasts drag against your chest. You start to meat up a little. The moans and grunts from the other cot aren't helping your dick situation either. You feel awkward, nervous and more than a little emasculated.
 
“Look into my eyes.” She commands you. You don't want to. Succubus charm magic works though eye contact. You have long since abandoned any hope of going unraped, but you still have high hopes for your sanity. You look away into the tent's wall and beg “Please don't do this.” There is a note of desperation in your voice that you did not intend. “Look at me.” She physically grabs your chin and forces eye contact. Her eyes are a deep, majestic purple. “Relax.” She says. Much to your own surprise, you start to calm down. It doesn't feel as invasive as you thought it would be. You just feel like you are relaxing into your lover's embrace. Suddenly everything feels a lot more natural.
 
“That’s better.” Her grip on your chin fades into loving strokes across your face. Her creamy blue skin feels great as she drags her hands through your stubble. “I want you to know I don't hold any ill will toward you for defeating me in combat.” She says to you as she gives you bedroom eyes. “You did your job well and I respect you for that.” She still has that calm, controlled demeanor. She leans in and kisses you deeply. No tongue, just a passionate loving kiss. You relax further, and your cock is now a raging hard-on.
 
She breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes again. You try to speak, but she quickly puts a finger over your lips and shushes you. “I like you. I knew it right away, as soon as I saw you. I know I came on a little strong earlier, with the spear and everything. In hindsight, probably not the best way into your good graces. Can you forgive my... eagerness?” She stares at you expectantly while caressing you, waiting for an answer. Her face is hard to read; she doesn't show emotion all that readily. You nod avidly, still not sure if you should speak.
 
She seems relieved at this. She breaks into a wide, sultry smile. She gives you another kiss as her tail gropes out and wraps around the base of your cock. She uses it to guide you into her. She hilts herself slowly and begins working you back and fourth through her depths. Her hands are still on your face and her tail fondles your balls. Her wings pull you in very tight against her. She is very sensual, you expected a succubus to be a lot more vigorous.
 
The cuddlefuck goes on and on. You groan and writhe as you shoot into her over and over. Eventually she becomes satisfied and you fall asleep in each others arms. Her wings are still wrapped around you like a warm, living blanket. You can feel her heartbeat all around you with each pulse of her heart. Its the best sleep you have ever had.
 
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You wake up the next morning to find her still asleep on top of you. Her wings are still wrapped around you, keeping you warm. She is wearing the most blissful look you have ever seen on a person's face before. Her arms cling tightly to your chest as you both breathe slowly. She looks so peaceful you don’t want to wake her up.
 
You really like this succubus. This thought concerns you. You squint your eyes in furious concentration as you try to figure out exactly where her mind control ends and your free will begins. You don't think she brainwashed you. You don't feel brainwashed, certainly. She just told you to relax is all, which was mostly for your own benefit anyway. She saved you from that minotaur, and she was nothing but loving towards you the whole night. You had sex with a beautiful woman that seems to really like you for some reason. It seems perfectly rational that you might also have feelings for her. You conclude that your feelings are genuine, and not the byproduct of foul magics.
 
A trumpet sounds out reveille somewhere in the distance. The succubus bolts awake, seemingly confused until she remembers you are beneath her. “The closing ceremony! Come on, get dressed!” She says as she slides out from under your chains. She puts on her revealing outfit and you put on your tunic. The wolf girl and the other guy in the cot next to you are doing the same.
 
You all head out to the parade grounds. A small podium has been set up at the front. The generals of both the 501st and the Veltras Legion are up there side by side. The female general is a Crow Tengu. You notice she has her wing around your general's waist. A good man, that one; he never was one to put himself ahead of his men. The general raises his voice and begins to speak to the crowd gathered in front of him.
 
“We are here to conclude this session of war games. Men, we fought hard, but we lost all the same. The casualty report is now in, and we defeated 83% of the monsters. It was a close fight. While I am disappointed we did not achieve victory, this has only motivated me to try harder next time.”
 
The general looks at the harpy to his side. Both leaders exchange a quick, conspiratorial smile. “To that end, I have reached an agreement with the leader of the Veltras legion to begin hosting a new session of war games every month, to strengthen the ties between our two countries and be better prepared for future conflict.”
 
A huge cry of applause comes up from the audience, and not all of it is female. Apparently you aren't the only one who loved the mock battle. It beats the shit out of endless drills and training dummies, that's for sure.
 
This wargames plan really was ingenious on a ton of different levels. You can see its wisdom clearly now. Both sides gain valuable combat experience without losing anyone, it fosters a healthy rivalry between the two sides, and if the number of new couples standing around are any indication, it formed an enormous number of personal connections between the two nations. Its like a marriage of state on a massive, unprecedented scale. There is no way the two sides would go to actual war against each other now.
 
Now that the games are officially over the monsters start freeing all the men. Your succubus comes over to you and unlocks your chains. “Your free to go, lover.” She says with a sly smile. You notice she has not removed that tattoo from the back of your hand. Part of you doesn't want her to. “Ill see you in a month.” She says playfully over her shoulder as she struts away with her tail whipping back and fourth.
 
You can hardly wait.
 
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