As you clear the forest...

Lost in wistful daydreams, you don't spot the imp until it's diving for your face. You let out a squeak and reflexively bat it aside, sending it careening into a nearby tree trunk. It strikes with enough **** to shake the tree and dazedly hangs from its horns, looking for all the world like a very ugly dart stuck in a dartboard. A loud guffaw and impish tittering brings your attention to the hapless demons companions, two other squat imps and a... giant imp. What the hell? It stood almost as tall as you did, taller if you included the horns that arched over his back, "Good show miss! Mayhap's you've taught little Yorgim a thing or two about rushing in unprepared." He lands heavily, bat-like wings folding neatly to his back and looks you over keenly, "Have we met before? I swear there's someth-"

"No. What the hell do you want?" Something about the imp rubs you the wrong way, a deep seething anger boils in your gut just from looking at him. The demon frowns at your interruption, "No need for all that milady, twas a simple question." He gestures to his more average companions, "Veyrn, Boggl'e, Yorgim, and I, Tandelus, are... shall we say, prospecting. For land I assure you, you need not worry about any indiscretions from us." You scoff and the demon shrugs good naturedly, "Well, it was worth a shot. We'd of course be more than willing to let you leave... if you give us that sword."

"Give you my only weapon so I'm defenseless? Fat chance." Neither of you mentioned the deeper meaning of the sword, that whoever left here with it effectively won. The demon grins, "Smart one aren't you? You wouldn't believe how many fair maids whose beds I've charmed my way into. Unfortunately, this leaves us at something of an impasse. Do you have a solution?"

"Yes, actually. I ride off down the road and you go back to hell." The demon gives you an unamused stare. "Or..." you suggest after a moment, "...you could go about three quarters of a mile into the forest, there's a very busty-"

"The witch you sent the Nybibas after? I'm afraid you've rather doomed her already, that thing doesn't share well." The demon snaps his fingers and the air ripples like a mirage between you, forming a mirror-like surface a few inches above the ground. An image coalesces, a blur of trees and bushes flying by. It's as though you're looking through someone else's eyes... or something. The image clarifies as a cabin comes into view and an emaciated hand comes to rest on the nearest tree...

Indra was just packing up the last bits of the ritual with Sabine when a knock sounded on her door, "Sabine? Forget something?" She hated the hopeful note in her voice, sometimes the forest just got so lonely... besides, Sabine was a perfect candidate for her next body. If only it weren't for those damned demons... Opening the door, Indra was quite shocked to find that it was in fact, not Sabine.

"Su votero!" The wave of **** struck the Nybibas at an angle and it was thrown backwards into the nearest tree, smacking into it with a loud CRACK. It fell to the ground bonelessly, apparently stunned if not ****. Indra took a deep breath, raising a hand to her head: that was close. The demons must be tracking Sabine... Dammit! Now she'd have to go make sure that damned sword got to Gerlangen. First things first, she had to banish this demon and since she wasn't exactly the "holy" sort, she'd have to do it the old fashioned way: excessive ****. Stepping out of her shack, she raised her hands above the demon, beginning to chant a spell of cleansing.

Unfortunately, this was exactly what the Nybibas was waiting for and in an instant it returned the favor, striking Indra in the chest hard enough to lift her off the ground. She landed hard, gasping for air, already trying to speak the words of power that would save her. But she had no breath to give and the demon knew it. It scuttled forward, seizing her face with its bony hands, and gazed into her eyes.

She struggled weakly, trying to push the demon away but she couldn't seem to stop looking into its eyes... they were so... Beautiful. The witch's struggles gradually subsided, mouth opening and closing but no words, magical or otherwise, left it. Her lungs recovered from the blow, breath now coming in long relaxed pulls. Her hands slipped down to undo the crotch of her leather pants, still staring into the great void of the demons eyes. Her fingers teased her opening for a moment, one hand roughly tweaking her clit while the other pressed its fingers inside. The uncomfortable dryness bothered her but the whole point was to get herself wet for Master. After a minute of aggressive fingering she deemed her entrance ready to accept her Master.

She didn't bother trying to pull her pants down, it was unnecessary. Just spread her legs and raised her hips as high as they would go. The Nybibas lowered its groin to hers, worm-like ovipositor wriggling along her slit to lubricate itself before pressing inside. She was still quite tight and the weak muscle had trouble making its way to her womb. Weak. Work Harder. she cursed her weakness, she should have been rougher to open herself up. When the thin tendril finally wormed its way into her entrance, the first eggs began to slip inside. Little marble-like bumps began to fill her womb and Indra rejoiced for she held her Masters precious young. In just a few moments she was full; a cold, alien pressure sat in her belly, eggs shifting as they settled in. CUM. Indra spasmed as the last egg slid into place, her stretched abdominal muscles pushing them further inside as ungodly pleasure wracked her mind.

The Nybibas withdrew its ovipositor and blinked, releasing the witch from its spell. She collapsed to the ground, eyes streaming from the prolonged eye contact, exhausted muscles quivering after holding the unnatural position for so long. Her last conscious thoughts are of the blacksmith in town she can get to fertilize Master's eggs. The Nybibas leaves Indra passed out on the forest floor, setting off into the woods without another waisted moment, seeking another host for its young.

"And that why the Nybibas' freaky" said the fat imp hovering by your side. You nod in agreement, queasy from the **** you just witnessed. There was so little... emotion. It was just... wrong on so many-Oh, hell no! You slap the little demon away. It must have sidled up to you while you were distracted by the mirage.

"I really think you need a new tracker Tandelus, that thing is a monstrosity." The big imp waved his hand and the rippling image dissipated, "I agree, believe me. If I was actually tracking you I would have brought a Cerberund. The Nybibas serves a different purpose, it acts as an anchor of sorts that allows us some modicum of free range on the mortal plain. I congratulate you on avoiding the fate of your witch friend, such vessels are to be pitied, but back to the matter at hand." He holds his hand out, "The sword, Sabine. I can smell the creature inside you, I don't know which demon you're carrying in your womb and I don't much care but even he should understand the necessity of giving us the sword." You feel a twinge from deep inside you, like grinding teeth but angrier, and you know Tandelus is telling the truth.

"Your Master is a demon, he will suffer just as much as us if that sword makes its way to Gerlangen. Thoros is a brute but his way is the only way any of us get a happy ending, got that? The best you can do is stake a claim before his army conquers the world and breed enough implings to set up your own fief." The thought isn't entirely awful, you'd much rather be fucked by imps all day than whatever the hell just happened to Indra. As if reading your mind, Tandelus speaks up, "We're on something of a timetable Sabine. No more secrets. The four of us are here to breed as many women as we can before the Nybibas lays all its eggs, it will die once it does and our tether to this world will be severed: we get sent back to Hell. If our children have enough of a presence they can stake a claim that Thoros will respect, that sword will make that a hell of a lot easier, but they'll only be around to bargain if they aren't overrun with Nybibas hatchlings. You see our predicament?"

This was all an awful lot of information to take in in just a few minutes and your head is swimming. Work with the demons? It might be the only way if what Tandelus is saying is correct. On the other hand, your original plan was to get the sword to Gerlangen so another sister could beat back the demon hordes while you and Master find someplace safe to weather the war. That could work right? Or are you just grasping at straws? For the first time, Tandelus is starting to lose his decorum, impatiently glaring at you as his minions spread out to surround you. You needed to decide now.