No, now it's Ayla's turn!

"I bet you're ready for your bed now, aren't you? Slut." Ayla gives you a cocky grin.

You nod tiredly. "Yes mistress. The imp really wore me out."

She laughs and waves a hand in front of her crotch. The black leather panties she is wearing part around around her crotch and you stare amazed as a rather large cock grows out from her clitoris. "Hell no, you pious whore! You haven't even gotten me off yet!"

"What? But...I...the imp..." You gape at the dick-wielding elf.

Ayla waves a hand and your cuffs unclasp themselves and you slump to the ground and land in a puddle of imp cum. With a superior smirk she hoists you to your feet and pushes you over onto the bed, cum-stained ass in the air. "Mistress...please, I'm so tired I-ouch!"

She cuts you off by delivering a smack to your ass, dirtying her hand with the imp cum. The elf shrugs and clucks her tongue before wiping her hand across your face, smearing the cum across it and into your hair. The smell of cum so close to your nostrils gets blood flowing back to your loins, though you would still rather rest. Your protests die in your throat though, as Ayla kicks your legs apart, rubs some more cum on her dick, and presses it into your tight snatch.

"Oooohh..." You groan as she begins to press inside of you slowly. Her dick is larger than the imp's and it's probably for the best that he stretched you at a little bit already. "Mistress...I...please..."

"Yes, my slutty little paladin?" Ayla presses a little harder and her new dick slides all the way into your pussy, stretching it even more and prompting a new cry of pleasure from you. Once she bottoms out she slowly starts to draw back out of you. When only the bulb-like tip of her cock is left inside she begins to tease you. "Please what? What is it you want of your mistress?"

You manage to restrain yourself for only a few moments, then Ayla started shift her dick around inside of you, stirring up heat within your pussy. You can't resist, you just don't have the willpower after all of the daemon spunk you've been exposed to today, knowingly and unknowingly. "Please... Please fuck me, mistress! Give it to me! Give it to me hard! I'm such a horny slut!"

"Is that what you want? Won't your goddess be upset with you." She said it like you hadn't just allowed an imp to defile your holy flower. "Wouldn't she be upset with me fucking your tight little pussy? Doesn't she want all you tight little virgins for herself?" All the while, she's continuing to slowly pump in and out of you at an absolutely glacial pace. You can't handle it.

"Oh fuck! I don't care mistress! She does, but I don't care! I need you to fuck me! Please stop teasing me and just fuck my pussy!"

"As you wish, Sabine." You aren't looking back, but you can hear the confident smirk in her tone. The elf grabs a handful of your hair, pulling back your head as she rams into you. She places her other hand on your hip and starts sawing in and out of what was once your virginal slit. "Ohh yea, that's the stuff. I love fucking you stuck up Burning Rose whores. So needy, so tight. I'm about to bust!" Ayla pulls you back even further, pressing as far into you as she can before unleashing her sperm into your womb.

Ayla releases her grip on your hair and allows you to slump all the way down onto the bed, fresh elf-spunk leaking out from between your thighs. She withdraws her prick from you and as she moves away you faintly note that her panties are whole and in place once more, leaving no trace of any masculine endowments. "That pretty much covers you and your slutty sister's stay in my room. For tonight." Your breath hitches in your throat. You would protest but you're so tired the best you can manage is a pleading look at the elf-domme. Of course all she offers in return is another of her superior smirks.

With a wave of her hand, the mysterious barrier over the door drops and after a moment Glenda runs in. You notice that her clothes are fairly disheveled and she is quite sweaty and breathless herself. "By the way..." Ayla gives you quite the smug look. "That barrier only blocked noise from the outside. She could hear, and see everything. And I do mean everything." One look at Glenda's face, torn between concern and arousal, practically confirms what she said was true.

"Sabine!" Glenda's voice brings your focus to her. "Your vows...are they intact? Did her spell work?" That was a good question, you had no idea. As you think about it, you drop a weary hand to your groin for a little self-inspection...