Morning came, the villagers waking with the sun like all constructive people, but the captain awoke suddenly from strange dreams and the head feeling almost stuffed and his chest filled with dread. It took him a moment to realize he was in his room, in his underclothes like he always awoke in. Nothing was amiss in the room, everything exactly had he remembered leaving it before going to bed. He tried to remember his dream, something about them was important, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make them up, except that he had soiled his pants and trying to remember made his body react enough he decided he needed to clear his head and push them far back in his mind. He got up and put his clothes on, then the belt with his sword and finally his breastplate. He never went in full armor except if they were on campaign, a simple breastplate was usually more than enough against lesser demons and corrupted animals.
When he got down, he looked at all his other seven men, still a bit sad his third and the newest member of his group were sick when they had left. Everyone was sharp and ready, thought there was something nagging at him when he looked at his second, who was speaking with one of the maids, and if he had not known the man like he did, he might have thought his best friend was actually flirting with the woman, but both of them were made of the same cloth, the Order was their life. He had a flash of the woman sucking his aching cock while he was tied up and had to shake his head hard. What was happening to him? He moved outside and simply plunged his head in the drum next to the inn's entrance to clear his head. He went back inside to eat and tried to avoid looking at the woman, because he kept having strange feelings that were making it hard to concentrate, so he simply focused on his food and his men. They were in high spirits that morning and bantering with each other. After the meal he gave everyone their marching orders for the day, patrols were to be kept all around the village, and he needed to talk to the family of those who had disappeared.
He talked to the three family but only learned they often liked to take time alone to think and that one had been very promiscuous and everyone had first thought she had fled after becoming pregnant, but when two headstrong patriarch, disappeared, that rang an alarm and they sent for the Knight, but since then, no more disappearances, has if the responsible was waiting for the Knight to get discouraged and head back. He was getting out of the last house, thinking he would get those responsible, that he would not give up. He would see this through and vanquish the evil responsible and at that thought, he had a very strong vision, memory, flashback, of surrendering to something and getting a pleasure so great in reward, the simple remembering made him come in his pants, he had to lean on the wall to support himself. Ashame, the face aflame he tried to discreetly wash his pants and made sure to make himself wet all over to erase the trace, but he still got a strange almost knowing look from his men that made him realize something was off. When he looked to see if he could spot what was off, all his men were simply looking at him with some puzzlement over his state of dress and he told them he had been hot and they nodded, a few found the idea useful and plunged their head in the closest water cask. At another point, while one of his men was taking a piss he suddenly had the hallucination of that man stroking himself to orgasm. Something was making him crazy and he needed to concentrate.
He took an hour to meditate and read his prayers to cleanse his mind of any outside influences, it made him calmer to recite the prayers he always had. To read again the passages on lust and carnality. He couldn't feel any influence, his body wasn't abnormally hot or aroused, but he kept having those inappropriate flashes. Something was wrong but it didn't seem he would find a solution in this room so he went out again, but simply to observe the village, to try to see what was wrong, if others were acting strangely, but everyone acted as any other small village on the frontier did. Everything was as it should be and yet nothing felt right anymore. When one of the younger women came to talk to him, he saw her naked for a second and his body did respond, which had the young vixen smile coyly.
"My Lord, I could use some help with heavy boxes in the shed and I think I might be of some use for you as well.."
For a moment, he didn't realize what she was offering, and when he realized it, his body almost roared to life, he was harder than he could remember at that moment and had to restrain himself
"I am not sure I can help you, and I know there is sadly nothing you could help me with, except finding those poor abducted souls. I would advise you to take a little more time for your chores and a little less with me and my men."
He was very sharp with her because he was angry with himself, with his despicable body for reacting and for his almost second hesitate. Still he had to grit his teeth to tell her, because he was not accustomed to his body reacting so strongly and being tempted in that state, but his will was strong, as was his faith. No other woman approached him with such an offer and even sent the men to offer refreshments during the day. Lunch was a bit of meat and cheese cooked inside a bread. He ate outside, observing who talked to who, who interacted kept to themselves, and mostly he kept an eye on the temptress, trying to seduce a Knight of the Order was not the act of the most pious, but maybe it had been some kind of dare from her friends. He would give her the benefit of the doubt since she was young, but she better not try it with any of his men or he would put her in chains for subverting and distracting them from their mission. That thought sparked another of those flashes, where he was once again tied, hard and aching, two women pleasuring him while he was unable to escape, and he was hard again in the present. He breathed in and out, trying to get his body to deflate again. He couldn't find any reason or rhyme to those flashes, each time he was somewhere different with different people.
He would need to meditate before bed, right after the meal he would retire to try and cleanse himself better than what he had failed to during the afternoon. As the day before, most of the inn and the village square were deserted during the dusk meal. As he ate and got the report from his men, the young adults came in, then the adults without children and finally, when he was writing the last of his men's report, the rest of the village except the elders and children were inside. He dismissed his men to play games with the rest of the villagers if they wanted while he finished writing the day's information and trying to make some sense from it and plan the investigation for the next day. The Tavern matron came up the stage and brought a harp made of local wood, but well worked and carved, that is when the door opened to a troupe of Bards, at their head the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, so mesmerizing it took him what felt like an eternity to see the rest, four men and two other women. They were scantily clad and he had a mind to get back in his room to finish, but the light was better down here, he trusted his men and even if his body and mind was acting strange, he had not flash from that woman so she should be safe enough, being a traveler and stranger to the village. He went back to his work when he heard her voice, his head rose despite his will to look at her playing and singing, the music was calling to him and he realized everyone was in danger because she exuded sexual magic. A few words of a very beautiful but graphic song and he was as hard as the afternoon, his shaft begging for attention. He tried to breathe it away, but there was something in the air that just made him harder, not less, each time he breathed in. And his soul be damned but it was taking every bit of his will to remain seated instead of walking toward her. She was looking at him now, directly at him as she smiled and he got lost into it for a few seconds, hypnotised by their debts and the lust in them. He managed to wrench his attention back to himself and realised he had raised up and taken a step toward her, a wet patch slowly expanding on his pants as he cock started to leak and weep in need.
