Quite a lot, but not enough to stop you

Before either of your sisters can go back to suckling from Xallia's tempting bosom you lock eyes with her and ask, "We've tended to your needs?"

"Oh yes, I'd say so," replies Xallia, leaning back against Yulia's lap and smiling contentedly.

"That's great," you reply, resting your hands on her hips. "So you're well rested and freshly virginal. Time for your vows."

You expected a little resistance from her, but Xallia nods, looking quite serious, and she says, "Yes. You're right - past time." She sits up and then kneels before you, asking "Is this correct?"

Now you feel a moistening of your folds. Xallia's aphrodisiac juices are finally working their way through your body. You fight back the effects and tell her, "Yes, kneeling is appropriate." You kneel as well, as both of you are asking for the Goddess' intervention.

"Goddess, hear me," you begin. "You know that I am neither a high priest nor abbess, I am only your faithful paladin. I ask that despite this you allow me to lead this ritual." This is one thing you were worried about - usually only certain higher ranking priests can lead an oathtaking ceremony. Paladins are allowed great leeway in battles, but... and then you feel it. A sense of warmth and togetherness, comfort and belonging in your heart.

You put your hands on Xallia's shoulders, tell her to close her eyes and ask, "Xallia of the Daemon realm, daughter of..."

"Tallemia."

"Xallia of the Daemon realm, daughter of Tallemia - are you here today of your own will?"

"Yes."

"Xallia, the burning rose requires a sign of your devotion. I must ask - is your maidenhood unsullied? Has your flower ever sheathed a man's staff?" You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning - your body seems to be enjoying Xallia's juices. Anya and Glenda are probably fighting even harder to keep silent.

"It is and it has not."

"Do you swear to serve the burning rose, our Goddess, faithfully?"

"I do."

"Do you swear to protect the world from the depredations of the daemons?"

"I do."

"Do you swear to protect the innocent?"

"I do."

"Do you swear to protect the sanctuaries and relics, rituals and prayers of the order that future generations may also be protected?"

"I do."

"Then I name you a sister apprentice of the burning rose. Know now that your devotion to the Goddess must be protected. Now rise, open your eyes and see the world anew!"

You and Xallia stand together and she opens her eyes. You feel heat in your hands as the Goddess' energy flows into Xallia through you. The succubus gasps and her eyes go wide. You remember when you swore your oaths - that feeling, like everything was tingling, like every color was brighter and every sound clearer.

"I can feel it," she says, awestruck. Xallia turns slowly in place, drinking it all in, then gives you a hug. The feeling is so overwhelming that this is not uncommon with freshly raised apprentices, even in large ceremonies. You pat her back and Xallia starts shaking. "I didn't know it would feel like this. I'm sorry I tried to take it away from you."

You stroke her hair until the surprisingly emotional succubus finally takes a step back, wiping away tears. "You know you have a halo right now Sabine?" she asks.

Anya is clutching her hands to her breasts and Glenda is there to put a helpful, supportive arm around Xallia. You're very happy for her and glad that your plan worked, but you can feel a wetness on your thighs. Your own juices are leaking and have soaked you almost to your knees. On the one hand you should be respectful and contemplative after such an important ritual - buton the other you want nothing more than to push Xallia to the ground and muffle her mouth with your pussy.

You're about to follow that instinct and pounce when Yulia knees in front of you and looks up. "Now me," she says. You meet her eyes and realize Yulia is deeply afraid of being cast aside. And you did say traveling with you would require her to become a sister. You place your hands on her shoulders and begin again, fighting to keep from grinding your thighs against each other in the middle of a holy ritual.

Things are a bit different when Yulia says her vows. Xallia looks quite calm. She's got a half-glazed expression and is grinning at everyone. Anya and Glenda are fighting to maintain any composure at all. They've clasped their hands behind their backs and they've planted their feet wide for balance and to keep their own thighs under control. Even with that both of them let out the occasional whimper or moan as Yulia's ceremony proceeds.

When you finally complete the ritual and feel the burning rose's power flow through you into Yulia you let out a tortured gasp. Your sex has drenched you all the way to your ankles. You find yourself asking Xallia in a dream-like voice, "Xallia, may I make love to Yulia?"

Xallia is in the clutches of both Anya and Glenda. She laughs and says, "I'm sure this isn't how the ritual usually ends. But yes, welcome her to the family, by all means!"

You give Yulia a kiss and tell Xallia, "You can have sex with Anya and Glena too, but no more milk or honey - we have to get moving."

"Of course," she pants, grinning wickedly as she grabs a handful of Glenda's ass. For her part Anya presses her hand against Xallia's mound, drawing a long, low moan from the succubus sister. Not that you're paying attention - right now you're only thinking about Yulia and what you're going to do with her.