Pliny the Wizard had seen many a strange thing in his time. What he saw now didn’t shock him. Decades of being the head of the mages’ guild combined with decades of being an old man will do that to a person. Sometimes, the other council members were confused by his calmness during situations like these, but it’s not exactly like this was the first time he’d seen two topless women burst into his chambers, touching breasts the entire time. It may have been the sixth or seventh, but it wasn’t like anyone was counting. The women in question: one of them seemed to be a half elf, with lilac hair and red eyes and fair skin, the other, a tan blonde with a lot of muscles. Given how they were pulling on each other and walking with some lack of coordination, it was obvious to Pliny the Wizard what happened.
“You two were fighting, yes?” he said, barely looking up, “The sorceress (he pointed at the half elf) tried to cast a curse of some sort, perhaps binding or lust, and the warrior here (he pointed to the human) interrupted it. The magic went awry, and now you two can’t separate your breasts from each other. Did I leave anything out?”

Everyone in the room stared at the unassuming old man, who stared out the window and into his rock garden. He loved that rock garden.
“See? I told you he was good.” The sorceress excitedly whispered to her unwilling partner. “Do you think he read our minds? I’ll bet he read our minds.”
“Sir, are you able to separate us? I apologize for the inconvenience.” The warrior said. In response the wizard waves his hand and the women stepped back, only to be stopped by their still joined chests.”
“Sir, it didn’t work,” The warrior said.
“Shut up, you’re embarrassing me.” The sorceress hissed. “It was just to see what kind of magic spell we’re dealing with.”
“I could fix it.” Pliny said, “But I won’t. You tried to turn this warrior evil and make her your servant. Basically, you two, well your breasts anyway, are like magnets. Your good and evil are attracting each other, and will continue to do so for a lustrum. That’s five whole years, for your information.”
The evil sorceress blushed and buried her face in her hands. Pliny the Wizard, her idol, was punishing her for her evil ways!
“Like magnets though, if you were both the same alignment, you wouldn’t stick together anymore. So you, Dame…”
“Dame Bori, sir. Knight of the-”
“I trust you to redeem this evil soul. As one last parting gift, I will teleport you wherever you two like.”

At the Monastery of the Twice-Lit Sun, Dame Bori explained the situation to her fellow knights and priests, who readily agreed to let the sorceress, called Anem, stay with them. Things…did not go well at first. Dame Bori remembered her time in combat training, where she was first learning to fight on a team. It was awkward to coordinate her movements and actions with her teammates, and that was when everyone was willing and had the same goal in mind. Now she had an evil sorceress shackled to her chest, and she wondered how she ever considered team fighting a difficult task. As for Anem, there was struggle too. She wasn’t used to being around so many people, let alone one that she could never get away from. She missed her gloomy castle and her book of curses. Thankfully the priests were taking a hands-off approach to her “redemption” (as if that was going to happen), instead inviting her, not forcing her, into their good guy activities. It was for this reason that the women had chosen the monastery to live in; there was a huge support network there.

But no support network around could help them with some of the worst aspects of their joining. Obviously, bathroom trips were a nightmare, but the first night they were together? In Dame Bori’s bedchamber?
“Your face is red,” Dame Bori said, “Like, more than usual. What’s wrong?”
“Um…do you know where my magic comes from? What I have to do to keep it?”
“Not really. Truth be told, I don’t know much about you at all.”
“My magic comes from…Pravia.”
“The goddess of lust!? I would have thought some demon!”
“Demons can’t be trusted. And all I have to do to keep my magic…”
“Is orgasm at least once a night.” Bori tugged at their magnetized breasts, silently hoping she could get away from what she knew was about to happen. She could not. She sighed, defeated.
“All right.” Bori sighed, “Go ahead and do what you must. I promise not to look.”
“Th-thank you.” Anem replied. Since when were people nice to her?
The sorceress reached one slender hand between her legs (the knight tried to move further away) and started to pleasure herself. As this was happening, Dori’s composure broke down. She looked more and more uncomfortable and flustered even as Anem grew more and more frustrated. One minute became ten, and then twenty. Finally, Anem withdrew her pruning fingers and glared at them in disgust.
“Seriously, what’s wrong with this thing!?”
“Don’t stop!”
The two women, blushing, stared at each other, both shocked by what came out of the Dame’s mouth. Anem buried her face in her hands, out of both frustration and shame. It was the curse. It includes a link of sorts so that Anem could control Bori. In this corrupted version, it seemed that the actions of one would only produce pleasure in the other.

Then Dame Bori uttered a sarcastic “Praise Prava” and shoved her hand down her own pants. The feelings Anem felt down below confirmed what Bori was doing.
“But why?” Anem gasped (man, this knight was good!), “Why not just let my powers fade? I mean-OH! I mean, you’re a knight and-and you’re not into it.”
“I can tell magic is important to you. The shame will fade. My pride will heal.” Dame Bori grunted, not looking her in the eye.
“I don’t understand.”
“That’s what good is all about. Putting the needs of others before your own desires.
“How could anyone-PRAISE PRAVA!!!” and it was over.
“Hopefully, you’ll figure that out for yourself. Now get some sleep and please don’t tell the other knights about this.”
As the two awkwardly got under the covers, Anem had a lot to think about. Could she become good? It seemed unlikely. But then again, she had a lustrum to try….