Rise and shine

The next day, you awake to the sound of a rooster greeting the day. Though in the case of this specific rooster, it wounded more like he was cursing as the sun. Could his shrieks be any more shrill?
Whatever, you crawl out of the bed, clearly not having had a well-rested night. On top of that, your hair is pointing in any and all directions. You make a small attempt at putting it back in order, but it seems like a flame dancing around your fingers like it would a poker.
Whatever, you get dressed, collect the holy sword, and go down the stairs.

Before you are down you hear Glenda yell “You didn’t!”
“Didn’t what?” You ask as you arrive downstairs.
Once there, you see Xallia and a woman who appears to be Carl’s sister. Both of them are smiling and naked, and the woman has a pentagram marking on her belly.
Glenda is there too, covered in a sheet she took from her bed, though the elf looks shocked.
“Sabine.” She says as the runs to you. “Good that you’re here. This vile daemon has transformed Carl into a woman and impregnated him.”

You look at Carly, stroking the pentagram on her belly. Then you look as Xallia, who seems quite smug with herself. Finally you look at Glenda and shrug.
“She’s a daemon, I guess we should have expected that.”
Glenda’s mouth falls open in shock.
“Expected? She changed him, into a woman … and fucked him!”
The elf clearly seemed to have a problem with that.
“We both knew there were risks at bringing her along with us, Glenda.” You sternly tell the elf. “She was bound to do something like this one time or another.
All Glenda could do was groan a frustration at you. She then angrily stepped back up the stairs and returned to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

You decide to ignore Glenda and give her some time, she’ll get over it.
“Carly, I’m thirsty. Could you get me something to drink?” You tell the owner of the inn.
Before Carly can react, Xallia stops her.
“Or,” The daemoness says as her hand caresses her luscious breasts. “You could drink a bit from this.”
You stare at her large globes as she traces her fingers around her dark purple areola’s. You linger on her large nipples and for a moment, you wonder what succubus milk tastes like.