It does seem like a better way out

You ponder how she might try to trick you or what else she isn't telling you, but with the sword in hand you do know she's been truthful. The more you think about running through the forest wearing so little the less appetizing it becomes. At last you sigh and lower the sword. "I will need some promises."

"Of course, of course," says Xallia, eagerness creeping into her voice. "I'm sure I can take care of your concerns. To start with, should you accept my offer I promise to help you in your travels. I promise not to betray you to other demons, take your virginity or Glenda's or **** myself on you or Glenda... unless, of course, you ask me to while of clear mind. In exchange I get to feed freely. These promises will hold until a month after you have given birth to my children."

"Feed freely? You mean sleep with anyone we come across?"

"I do have to eat. And if I am only allowed to satisfy myself with you two - well, I would enjoy it, but you would end up too drained to travel. We succubi are quite voracious."

You think about it for a second. Again, it's true, but you can't let her wander the land fucking women and planting her babies. It goes against all your order stands for. "You will ask my permission and you won't... breed any other women."

Xallia grins, moves closer and says "A counter-offer: I will ask your permission and I won't breed any women we meet unless you allow it. But if I am famished because you let opportunities slip by then I'll have to lay with one of you."

"Why would I ever give you permission to do that?"

"I don't know, but I like to leave my options open. Now does this arrangement satisfy you?"

You wrack your brain, trying to see if there's anything important you're leaving out. Daemons are notorious for holding to the letter of an agreement, though Xallia has a vested interest in the women who will be carrying her spawn.