Alisa closed the door behind her and sealed it with a thought.
Not a spell. Just intent, pressed flat and precise until the air settled into compliance.
Only then did she lean her forehead against the wood and breathe.
Her body felt… wrong.
Too much awareness.
Too much heat beneath her skin, an uncomfortable pressure low in her dick that refused to dissipate, no matter how carefully she regulated her breathing.
Her penis stirred like a thing irritated by attention, coiling and uncoiling in slow, unpleasant pulses.
Idiot, she thought distantly. You got aroused over nothing.
She moved to the centre of the room and sat, legs crossed, spine straight. Gloves off. Coat folded with unnecessary care.
Palms rested on her knees as faint, pale sigils traced themselves into being above her skin—stabilisation patterns she'd been refining since she was twelve.
Inhale. Count four.
Hold.
Exhale. Dissolve.
The sigils shimmered… and faltered.
Her focus slipped, just for a fraction of a second.
Alisa's jaw tightened.
Stop.
She forced the thought away and rebuilt the pattern, slower this time, more rigid. The pressure eased slightly—but not enough. Her lust remained restless, reactive in a way it usually wasn't unless—
Boje. I really want to fuck that little purple-haired bitch.
Her mouth twisted in shock.
She wasn't used to thinking in that way…
Alisa exhaled sharply through her nose.
Why is this happening to me?
The sigils dissolved entirely.
She was about to restart her efforts, but felt it then.
Not sound. Not movement.
A tear—far away, thin as a hair pulled too tight, vibrating through the deeper strata of magic. Infernal resonance. Cold, sharp, unmistakable.
Alisa was on her feet before the thought finished forming.
That's too close.
She turned toward the forest, eyes unfocusing as she reached beyond ordinary perception. The presence was distant—far beyond what most witches or wizards could sense.
No. She corrected herself automatically.
Not me, though.
Her coat snapped back around her shoulders as she stepped through the window without opening it, reality obligingly parting and knitting itself whole behind her.
Tonks is on the perimeter.
The thought came unbidden—and with it, urgency.
Alisa moved.
The forest was wrong.
Branches bent away from a point ahead, bark blackened in a spiralling pattern that spoke of infernal heat rather than flame. The air hummed with residual wards, clashing signatures layered too quickly, too messily.
And in the clearing—
Tonks.
She was already engaged.
The demon towered over her, its form half-anchored, half-forced into reality—a Duke, Alisa realised with horror.
The second in far too short a span of time.
Its body was all horns and segmented shadow, sigils burned into its hide where Tonks' containment spells had bitten deep.
Speaking of the young woman, she was breathing hard.
Hair flickered from pink to white and back again as she ducked a claw and rolled, coming up with her wand already snapping through a complex banishment sequence.
"Back," she snapped. "Now—!"
Alisa didn't move.
She watched.
Not because Tonks needed the assessment—she didn't—but because Alisa was too… horny.
Seeing Tonks fight was too arousing for her current state.
The Duke screamed as the auror finished the exorcism, wards collapsing inward like a net hauled tight. With a final wrench, the demon tore itself free of the material plane, dragged screaming back into Hell by the force of her spellwork.
Silence slammed down.
Tonks staggered, then laughed once, breathless and sharp.
"Bloody—" she cut herself off with a hiss.
Only then did Alisa see the flames.
Infernal residue licked along Tonks' sleeves and hem, eating through fabric with unsettling speed. The fire wasn't hot in a normal way—it fed on magical saturation, and Tonks was drenched in it.
Alisa reacted without thinking.
The flames vanished.
Not extinguished. Not smothered.
Removed.
Space folded, and the burning cloth simply ceased to exist, shorn away at the boundary where heat met skin.
Tonks froze.
Then she looked down at herself, wide-eyed, taking in the sudden cool air and the absence of burning pain.
Slowly, she looked up.
Alisa stood a few steps away, breath steady, eyes silvered faintly with power.
For a heartbeat, neither of them spoke.
The forest crackled softly around them, wards settling, reality reasserting itself.
Tonks opened her mouth.
"Ahahahahaha," she laughed.
What—Why is she laughing now? Isn't she mad…?
Tonks looked up, and it was obvious that she was trying hard to contain her laughter, and said, "If you wanted me naked so much, you could have asked, you know."
Alisa blushed and stammered a reply, something about trying to help her, and an accident.
Tonks just shook her head, and without another word, she reached out and took Alisa's hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through the witch's body.
"Tonks," she said finally, the name sounding husky with emotion.
"Alisa," the young woman replied, her eyes never leaving Alisa's face. "Let's get somewhere private."
Before Alisa could protest, Tonks was already tugging her away from the forest.
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