Those words, echoing like a fever dream, would have had any normal human questioning their sanity. Instead, your heart beats like a thousand horses galloping over open fields, charging toward the setting sun.
A smile climbs onto your lips, as if a treasure has just been laid at your feet.
"Rookie, are you listening to me at all?" The woman beside you grabs your wrist with strength that shouldn't belong to her slender, seductive frame.
"Come with me, we have no time to waste." Panic in her eyes cuts straight into your soul. Everything about this place feels wrong, yet one truth refuses to budge: you're alive. Even so, the woman who invaded your privacy has dragged you straight into the middle of a battlefield.
An explosion erupts from the west, and a brutal wind slams into you from that direction. Corpses on the ground lift and tumble like scraps. Something soft shields you, two hot marshmallows pressing against your chest, harder with every wave of impact. Only then does it click that it isn't what it first felt like.
One glance down is enough. A uniform torn open down the middle, skin bared where it shouldn't be. Your heartbeat rages as the weight of her large breasts presses into you, and her face, flushed and stubborn, refuses to meet your eyes while she fights to hold her ground against the screaming wind.
Your lips part, trying to say anything that might make this less awkward, but the sight keeps you mesmerized to the point of stupidity.
"What are you doing?! Let's make haste and get out of here." Cherry lips snap at you, even as your hands move without thinking, trying to wrap around her slim waist.
Her slender fingers yank you forward. The fields of blood and the stench of iron turn faint compared to the way her golden hair bounces with every step. She's an angel, that's the only conclusion your mind can find. Following her feels natural, even if it leads to death or glory. For the first time in your life, craving to live a little longer doesn't feel so bad.
Shouts from both men and women echo in the distance, but those aren't the only sounds clawing into your ears. Several thousand figures dressed in pure black hoods march toward the ever-rising towers at your side. Their hands blaze with crimson specters like a laser show, and a single flick of a finger sends explosions raging across the land. Through the chaos, voices scream, "Filthy demons," with pure hatred packed into every word.
Demons? Your mind tries to picture the mythical creatures from the books and movies you barely brushed against in the past. The only demons you can remember are hot anime baddies in revealing outfits, and men who look like walking models, all massive muscles and perfect faces, the kind that get any girl they want. You hated the latter.
Before a proper look becomes possible, a massive outpost comes into view. Its walls look like marble laced with gold, but staring harder makes it clear it isn't marble at all. It's a material you've never seen before, too clean and too bright, as if it was made to mock the filth outside. Or maybe marble just never shone like this in your world. The thought lingers.
"Commander Maria!" the woman leading you calls out, respectful and urgent. "I found him in the middle of the corpses. He looks injured… but he's still alive…"
Violet eyes sweep over your face, and brows lift in surprise. "Nox?! What were you doing out there? Thank god you're alive!" Maria rushes toward you. Recognition should come, but it doesn't. The memories of the body's previous owner stay blurred, like a morning after a night of heavy drinking.
"Commander, do you know him?" The woman holding your wrist looks stunned. Words gather at your tongue, something to help you adapt, but Maria cuts in before your lips can move.
"Indeed I do. He's one of the fertile ones." Maria's curvy figure steps closer, making you gulp. Her hand moves faster than your eyes can track, landing straight on your crotch, bold and uninvited as she helps herself to examine your manhood. It should feel rude, but it doesn't. Your body betrays you, and your dick responds to the temptation, growing harder without permission.
"Good. It all seems to be there." A heavy sigh leaves Maria. Black armor barely covers her body, and every movement makes your heart beat harder. Hair as dark as night spills down her shoulders, and as she leans in, a scent of fresh flowers follows her, impossibly clean in a place like this.
"Oh? Quite an energetic one as well." A knowing smirk tugs at her lips while her hand feels you hardening. "Bring him back to the stronghold, and don't take your eyes off him. If he dies on the battlefield, the princess won't forgive us…" Fingers lift your chin, brushing it lightly. "Don't be a bad boy, or I'll have to punish you." The way her voice purrs out makes you want to break the rules instead of following them.
"Yes, Commander!" The woman who saved you from that mountain of corpses yanks you hard once more. Today's events turn your throat useless, making it hard to force out a single word.
"And Lina," Maria adds, her tone turning sharp, "make sure nobody claims him before the princess, or we'll be heavily punished. You know how hungry some of the warriors are."
Lina's eyes flutter for a moment, as if a forbidden thought has just crossed her mind. "Yes, Commander." Her hips sway with a seductive rhythm as she pulls you away.
What the hell is going on in this place? The longer it continues, the more you start to think you're dead. This can't be a man's dream… can it? Thoughts run rampant, digging through this body for answers, but they hit nothing, as if the truth is locked behind a thick vault door.
After a good twenty minutes of running, your body threatens to give up on you. Then massive white towers pierce through the mountains ahead.
"Welcome home, to Luna." Lina says it with a serious, almost cheerful tone. The world starts to look more and more like the kind of fantasy you could only dream of, and your lonely heart beats wildly, excited for what the future holds.