Oh no you don't!

You can see her wits return to her, a dangerous glint of clarity in her fawning eyes. Adrenaline kicks back through your system as your dick reluctantly stirs back to life. The succubus's stupor prevents her from reacting beyond a giggling coo as you turn her around and brace her against the pool wall. Her breasts smoosh out to the sides as you press your body roughly against hers, shakily lining yourself up with the first hole you can find. You do get a proper reaction when your thick cock pushes inside of the internally hot confines of Serrica's ass, just as soft as her gaping pussy but twice as tight. Her moans are guttural and shameless as she lets you pin and fuck her, surrendering her body and pleasure to your whims.

"Fuck!" she half-groans, half-giggles. "It's too fucking good! I don't care if this is losing, just give it to me! Fuck, f-fuck my weak ass!" She reaches back towards you and you instinctively grab her wrists again, holding them against the stone too. Serrica just moans louder at the treatment, tongue lolling as her broken pride rolls down her cheeks.

"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me stupid, make me an imp! Make me cock-stupid, pleeease!" She shivers and jolts around you as your other hand reaches around to pleasure her other entrance, teasing her stiff button and pressing the wet folds together before slipping your fingers inside. "Yeees!" she shrieks, her voice echoing in the bath house. "I can feel it, I'm going to lose my fucking mind for your cock! Do it, make me cum my brains out, make me your hell-bitch!"

Your mind is in too much disarray to really follow anything she's saying, but your body is still able to respond to Serrica cumming all over your hand. You shoot a nearly dry load into her ass, your erection as sore as it is stiff. The two of you pant and grind against each other as you come down from the high, pulling her wrists down as you wrap her in an immobilizing grip. It also prevent eithers of you from separating, causing your awakening mind to squawk in embarrassment at having a girl clinging to your side. You push the immature protest away and try to assess Serrica - no, your enemy.

Her flawless white skin has turned a pale shade of purple, marking her unmistakably monsterous, yet as you get closer look at her, that's not the only difference in her appearance. She doesn't look like a fertility goddess stepped out of a painting anymore; her face is more cute than sexy and her overall form is rather slender. She looks up and blushes at your close inspection, turning away quickly.

"D-don't look at me like that," she mutters, before shrinking from you slightly. "I-I mean, please don't look at me... unless you want to..."

"You've run out of mana," you realize aloud. "You used it up trying to seduce me and now you're all dried out." You wish you could say that had been your plan from the start, but it had mostly been your caveman-brain at the wheel throughout your encounter.

"And you took what was left. I'm at your mercy," she admits with a hiccough. "I-I'm sorry about... earlier..."

You frown, thinking back. She had tried to attack you, "Charm" you. That wasn't good. That wasn't all she mentioned, though. "You told me to make you into an imp. A 'hell bitch.'"

Serrica's skin turns a sudden violet. "D-don't say that!" she yelps, adding a demure "...please."

"What did you mean, though?"

As embarrassed as the succubus appears, she can't seem to refuse your question. "W-well, when a demon loses a fight, usually they're enslaved by the winner... or used up for their pleasure and turned into a lowly imp." She hangs her head in defeat as she concludes.

...And she wants you to do that to her? Demons are weird. "Well, I, uh, definitely won that... fight," you try to say with some confidence. "I claim you as my... ****. In the name of my Goddess, of course."

"Your will be done, Master," Serrica mutters. Your manhood throbs a little at those words coming from such a pretty mouth.

It occurs to you that you're still standing butt-naked in a pool with your thigh rubbing against the still-leaking mound of an infernal sex demon. "The Sisters are going to lose their shit if they see you," you sigh. Serrica snorts, before turning deathly pale. "Relax," you say, feeling a little awkward. "Can you disguise yourself as a human? Before that, do you even have clothes?"

Serrica glances at the towel lying in a heap at the water's edge. "I could fashion some robes from that and change back into a human form, but I lack the mana to do much of any-"

She squeaks as you lean forward and kiss her fully on the lips, holding there for a second as her face rapidly heats yours. She stares at you when you pull away and you return it with a puzzled look of your own. "What? Don't you draw power from sexual contact?"

"Y-yes!" she replies, a little too loud. "You're p-perfectly correct!" She hurries out of the pool once you release her and takes the towel into her hands in a flash.

You step out after her, drying off and donning your own light garments. You look back to see a button nosed, pale-horned girl twisting her sleeves behind you. She looks surprisingly natural as a human once she’s actually got some clothes on. The horns kind of give it away, though.

“Alright, I need to figure out what to do about this situation. Follow closely and don’t talk to anybody, alright? Good. Now go ahead and change back before we leave the room.”

“About that,” she laughs nervously. “I, uh, don’t quite have enough power to change my appearance you see, so maybe before we-”

Smooch.

“There, now let’s go already,” you hurry her. Serrica is red-faced enough to look like a succubus, but at least the horns have receded.

The two of you do a piss-poor job of not-quite-hurrying through the temple halls. She gets a few odd looks from a couple of passing priestesses, but apparently being with Sir Verhearts pupil is enough to hold their tongue. That, or they're a lot more sympathetic to the plight of young men and women than they've let on. Eventually, you shut the door of your quarters behind you, letting out a pent-up breath as you take a seat against the door. You rub your eyes, exhaustion of an unfamiliar sort creeping up on you.

Serrica stands stiffly in the center of your room, looking very unsure of herself as she notes the various swords and armors and holy talismans hanging from every wall. There’s so much paladin equipment in here it’s impressive that she hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet.

“Do succubi need sleep?” you ask bluntly.

She starts at the question, looking down at you. “Not normally,” she responds, rubbing at her eyes with a sleeve. “But I get tired whenever I’m in the mortal realm. I’m… really weak.”

“Fine. Take the bed for now. We’ll figure things out in the morning.”

Serrica stares. “A-already? You’re insatiable, Master…”

“Wha-? No. I mean sleep. I’m sitting guard until Verheart gets back.”

She makes a sound that’s somewhere between disappointment and sheepish realization. “Alright then. I’ll, uh, just lay down here then. With my clothes on.”

You blink slowly, taking a sword off the wall and getting comfortable. This could be a long night.