One of your sisters, but...

Your practiced about-face includes a guarded sword slash to punish anyone that may have been trying to sneak up on you, but the new opponent dodges the maneuver with seemingly practiced grace and slides within your reach. A succubus daemon stands almost close enough for her erect cock to brush against you, but, you recognize this daemon...

"It can't be..." You stammer as Ivona reaches out to embrace you. In a panic, you back peddle directly into the arms of the masculine daemon, your offspring. That shock does not compare to the shock of seeing your dearest friend in this state.

"Did you miss me, Sabine? I've missed you," She saunters up to you and crushes her daemonically enhanced body against your's, "so very, very, much." She punctuates her words with finger-light caresses over your skin and then move to plant her lips over yours. In the horror of the situation, you cannot turn aside your head in time, and you suspect the hand that is lightly clutching your face would **** you back to her even if you could have dodged her lips. You do have enough presence of mind to keep your lips shut as tightly together as you can, but her tongue tests your fortitude, and you can feel yourself slipping.

"Why are you still fighting it, Sabine?" The hot whisper in your ear comes from the daemon holding you fast from behind. "You've already failed, so it's only a matter of time before we're all one happy family anyway. You should enjoy this..." You can feel his cock prodding at your anal entrance, and you grit your teeth in preparation.

And then there's a new prodding from in front of you. Your corrupted sister's penis is rubbing at the folds of your vagina, teasing your juices to begin flowing. "That final morning, when we argued. This is what I really wanted, all along."

Her lips are still brushing against yours, but the sensations are building up beyond your control. You release a **** moan. "Ivona, how could you?" You can barely get the question out before her lips are on yours again, but this time, you lack the self-control to keep her tongue from meeting yours. You know that the kiss of a succubus carries a potent venom...

And sure enough, the dream flashes ahead to you being held aloft between the two daemons, Ivona's dick plowing into you from the front, and your master's cock reaming out your ass. Each time your body bounces onto their rods, you scream your pleasure. Your back is arched and you run your hand through your hair. Ivona's mouth is latched onto one of your nipples, while your master licks his way from your shoulder up to your neck and back.

Mini orgasms constantly send shudders of bliss throughout your body, and each one causes the pentagram symbol on your belly to burn just a little bit brighter, perhaps like some sort of magical vessel that's being filled with your lust. Instinctively, you know something irreversible will happen when it's complete. The question is whether you care? Your master is correct - you've already been defiled, and are no longer a paladin in either the eyes of your order or your goddess. You don't know how your sister could be here in the guise of a daemon, but if the same could happen to you, you'd be able to live out your eternity fucking one another into oblivion. You even have a daemon childe growing inside you...

There's no reason your mind shouldn't already be swept away by sexual frenzy. You're willingly rutting like a common whore with a pair of daemons, hips rolling along with each thrust, pussy and ass milking your partners for their seed, your free hand pulling Ivona's face to yours to join you and your master in a three-way kiss...

Only one free hand... Why isn't your other hand free? What is that weight that your fingers are clasped around so powerfully, and why does it feel so comforting, so calming?