With a little help from your sisters

It has to be a trick of the mind. You draw on the Burning Rose and your own will, forcing back the weight from your mind. You're not totally successful, but you do recover enough to block and block again as the daemon tries to knock the sword from your hand. He quickly falls back and examines you again.

"Ah, a holy blade," he says, advancing again. "That would explain it, yes." He tries his trick again, this time loading the heaviness more on your left arm as he comes in. But you've beaten this magic once and you do it again, carefully fighting the feeling and staying upright.

Probably knowing that his trickery won't work a third time he feigns a spellcasting gesture and then comes in again quickly, trying to catch you off guard. Suddenly he stumbles backward, a leather wrapped handle and hilt protruding from his left breast. Hollarth reaches down and starts to yank out Yulia's wicked dagger.

Now he's on the defensive. You rally and start battering at his arm, trying to sever something and **** him to drop the blade. Unfortunately he's rather good and manages to put the desk between you long enough to remove the dagger. You lunge at him, forcing him to backpedal and drop it. He rolls his shoulder as the wound drips violet ichor and begins to scab up. "Ow!" he says, shooting a look over at Yulia just in time to take a well aimed tome in the face.

You're starting to worry. Succubi and incubi aren't supposed to be able to regenerate like that, the wound has almost knitted itself closed. That means he's probably been empowered by Thoros somehow. You take a few more swings, trying to knock that sword out of his hands. He seems to shudder at each impact, so St. Magdalena's holy magic might be helping. Still, to kill regenerating daemons you usually need fire, quite a lot of fire.

"Five long years," calls out a sultry voice from behind you. 'Hah!', you think, 'Xallia must not be completely petrified.' "Must be painful to go so long without a pussy wrapped around your rod. And here I've seeded three sisters in the last week."

You strike a few more times, but the daemon mayor has been baiting you. He takes a hit and lets it bite into his shoulder, then suddenly bursts into a flurry of attacks, very nearly toppling you over a chair.

"Oh, don't hurt her," says Xallia, suddenly pleading. "That's Sabine - she's carrying my precious twins."

"Lies, lies" he says, but he does back off and circle you. Then his eyes widen. You guess a daemon can see those symbols on your belly right through clothes if they look. "Hell's bells," Hollarth says, obviously a little stunned. He nearly takes another tome to the head, but gracefully dodges to the side.

"You must know the feeling. No matter what happens I want to protect my little ones," says Xallia, teasingly. "If anyone defeated me I'd want them to know they need to take care of these girls and their precious cargoes. In eighteen years you'd have four lovely little succubi - all eager to do as you say, not one related to you... but maybe you'd like them to call you daddy?"

You are starting to wonder about Xallia's priorities here, but then you see the grimace of pain on Hollarth's face. He only said "Ow" when a knife went through his chest. He took a holy sword strike to his shoulder without a yelp, a deep cut that still hasn't healed fully and seems to be blackened at the edges. But talk of succubi and sexual pleasure have him grimacing?

You look down and your eyes seem to cross for a moment. It seems the incubus had two illusions going - one for his skinny mayor image, but also a smaller illusion covering his crotch. It looked like a simple bulging leather pouch. Now that you've seen through the pouch is actually a set of heavy steel bands, chained and locked tightly over the incubus' crotch. Of course - this is the only way a daemon lord like Thoros would 'trust' an incubus to operate in a town and do his bidding rather than impregnating every woman in sight.

With a sexy giggle you sweep your sword to the side and use your left hand to push up your breasts, making them that bit more prominent. "Yeah, my daughters will probably want it even more than me. And I keep poor Xallia up most nights!"

From behind you hear Anya chime in in her best ditzy voice "I don't know if I can wait until I push this baby out - I want to get knocked up again. It's so unfair that Sabine gets to carry twins."

Hollarth clenches his jaw tightly enough that you actually hear his teeth crack. "I know what you're doing!"

"I wonder if Thoros would gift me to you?" asks Xallia. "I mean he'd be tempted to punish me himself, but a virgin succubus? Such a prize." The incubus' knees start to shake.

Glenda walks up next to you and rubs her belly. In her soft and lilting voice, a voice that has driven you to distraction more than once, she asks "Are the succubi children of elves different? I've been so busy licking Xallia's pussy that I never had time to ask."

Inside your head you hear Xallia's voice. You know that this isn't from her lips - she's using her magic to project this into your mind. The only downside is that this must be Xallia's inside voice. It's so alluring that you find it hard to concentrate on what she's saying: "Strike for the lock, channel your power my beautiful champion!" Indeed, when you look again at the steel bands and chains wrapped around Hollarth's groin you see a keyhole set almost directly below his balls.

"I want Xallia to be my first," shouts Yulia as she tosses another heavy book at the incubus. "Not you. I don't want your nasty cum spoiling my virgin pussy!" With a comment like that it's not surprising that this book hits home. Hollarth shakes his head, but you can tell from the way he stares at Yulia that he realizes that indeed she has no child growing in her womb. "And you'll never break our love," she adds, suddenly grabbing Anya and locking lips with the surprised, but cooperative blonde.

"Mmmm, that is so hot" says Glenda, looking on.

"I can't move, I can't even frig myself - you're such a cruel master!" says Xallia, breathlessly.

You almost feel sorry for the incubus. He's shaking all over, distracted and fighting against something even stronger than the magics he used against you. His blade held so loosely that one quick lunge from you launches it up, driving it into one of the roof beams. He takes a surprised step back, grabs a chair and uses it to deflect your next blow.

"Oh, I forgot one little thing," says Xallia. "We're all virgins. We have to be, otherwise we couldn't be sisters of the Burning Rose." She says the last in a way that lets you know a deceptive and honeyed smile is plastered across her face.

"No!" says the incubus, but it's too late for him. That last distraction gave you time to draw in all the holy strength you could muster. You channel it all into the sword just as you thrust, driving the point neatly into the keyhole with enough **** to make Hollarth double over. He looks up at you, shocked. Then there's a sound of squealing, grinding metal.

"No, no no! I did it all. I served faithfully, I... aaaaaaaagh!" he screams as the metal bands begin to tighten. He falls back on the floor, writhing like a worm that's been cut in two. The steel loincloth pulls inward so much that his flesh starts changing color. Then you hear one earth shattering snap, then another. The incubus' legs are suddenly at odd angles and as the steel bands tighten further you grow queasy - the only explanation is that the bands crushed his pelvis. From there it doesn't take long before you hear another heavy crack, most likely from the daemon's spine.

After that you look away and when it's over the pieces have started to hiss and sizzle, melting into the carpet and producing a rank odor. Whatever gave this incubus the power to regenerate must have disappeared when you damaged that lock.

"Well done," says Xallia, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. "Five years without sex? I don't think I could have lasted that long. Sabine, you put him out of his misery." You doubt Hollarth would feel that way about it, but you had to end him - who knows what he had planned for this town?