is it all a lie?

Pulling free of Xalia did not produce the gush of seed you were expecting, the warm knot in your womb was both exciting and comforting. The warm kiss from Xalia was an unexpected surprise, but not at all unwelcome. Pulling this delicious demon onto you only accentuated the height difference between you two, being taller that both Glenda and you only made the feeling that this Futa was your husband more real. Not to exclude anyone you pulled your sexy elf companion into the mass of arms, legs and cum smeared bodies. Feeling warm and content, you fix your gaze back into the glowing gold eyes of your demon mistress. “Now Xalia, I asked a question about these marks, and you have yet to directly answer it” At this Xalia’s face darkened and her gaze broke yours, she separated herself from your arms and sat facing you. This was not the reaction you expected so you sit up as well. “This is the hard part I feel you must understand,” Xalia began to explain, “Being part of the burning rose you must have an idea what happens to women taken by a demon. Humans brought to the demon plain are slaves to their masters. They serve three purposes there; First as food so a demon may feed off of the sexual emotions of their mate, and satisfy the needs of their master. Second is to breed a continual army of demons, and women are very very good at it. And third, they are currency used to trade for favors from other high ranking demons. That mark effectively claims you as my property in the underworld…”

The heat in your face was visible as you eyed the your sword, and the demon slut before you. Thoughts of impaling this bitch right now welled up in your heart, and the flame in your womb turned into sickening blackness. As you started to rise for it Xalia prostrate herself before you and begged “Sabine! please let me finish, I will accept **** at your hands if I must, but please let me finish!” Picking up the sword of saint Magdelena you point it at her, “then finish your tale!” tears welled up in your eyes for being such a fool, and for trading your oaths for this cunt. Perceptive of your thoughts Xalia nodded meekly and continued “That is the hard truth behind the curse within demon seed, it is irreversible and I am deeply sorry that I did not clearly explain this better. I assumed you already fully knew paladin.” The insult was no less stinging, but the sword grew warm. “When I came to the mortal plain I did do it with the intention for finding a place here, I could not change the curse on my seed, but I could make my mates feel loved and privileged without dragging them back with me. That is a promise I made to myself before coming here.” The sword tingled in your hand as if giving verification that this was the truth. “I found you and Glenda, and yes the demonic urges were strong at the start but I held them at bay. Fortunately for us you are stronger and more thoughtful than you credit yourself. So I chose to join you instead, and risked losing everything because I chose to keep my promised to you over anything else” The Sword tingled again at this, and Xalia continued “The sword is speaking to you isnt it? that sword is connected to your goddess, and it can help the wielder discern the truth. I had thought to seek it for myself to protect my mates and I from any backlash. But you had it, and have you not noticed I have made no attempt to remove it for you? Trust me you will need it”

At this you take pause and say “wait you mean to tell me this thing connects me to the goddess, and it can tell whether something is a lie or not?”. “Yes, My dear. Do you think I would take everything from you? I meant what I said about helping you make new pacts with the goddess if you wanted to” Xalia said as she visibly relaxed under your stare. You were shaken by all of this and you could not process all of it at once. Am I married or a ****? do I still have oaths to the goddess after all? can I still speak with her? Xalia interjected into your thoughts “Yes you are married, my personal mark on you ensured that, the other still means you are a **** to my kind. Your oaths are broken as is your maiden head, but your love for the goddess still leaves you open to her influence through the sword” How is Xalia doing this? you think as Glenda exclaims “Sabine! you’re glowing!” The tingling from the blade disappears as you inadvertently drop it when you fall to you knees.

Looking over your firm flat belly, the flames of your own mark begin to sprout over the delicate fan of your crimson bush. Similar to Glenda’s a pentagram spreads out over you womb, and runes appear around it defining your contact. Xalia’s name appears first then yours, and a new rune below, the words “life mate” slip from from Xalia’s lips, followed by “exclusive”. Then a final red rune in the center. “Wait!? this is all wrong” Xalia says perplexed. You eye the ominous red rune in the center, as if you could suddenly divine it’s meaning. Praying to the goddess it is not some sort of super demon in your womb that will end the world. Xalia puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, and she looks at you with deep regret. “It means nothing, as in you are not pregnant… and will not get pregnant.”