To a nearby home

The note is simple enough - Anya's flowing script gives you directions to a house on the east side of the village square. She says that Xall was most interested in her and Glenda bearing witness to what was happening there. You grab the note and march toward the home, wondering what Xall is up to now and what Anya's gotten the two of them into.

You swear - with Anya's short supply of common sense and restraint she probably would have ended up speared on some daemon's cock whether the abbey was attacked or not. Then you chide yourself. It's not fair to think that way of her. She was recently inducted into the order - only a season or so of tutoring, hardly enough to learn how to defend herself against daemons - and she's probably still working off the sting that imp gave her. Perhaps that's why you were quite pleased with Yulia. She's quiet and shy, but there's hidden strength there waiting to be tapped.

The house is easy to spot. Xall, Glenda and Anya are all on the front deck, seated on a bench and looking in through an open window. Xall seems particularly pleased and, for the first time tonight, has dropped his disguise. He's wearing nothing and holding both girls, manly arms wrapped round their shoulders and stiff shaft pointing skyward.

As you approach their bench you notice a young woman inside. Actually she's rather hard to miss. Her long, blonde hair is moving slowly in the light breeze and she's slowly and seductively untying the front of a rather nice cotton gown. Clearly her Sunday best. You're concentrating so much, noting her light green irises and the slender curves of her hips, that you fail to notice your resident troublemaker stand up.

Anya gives you a hug and a kiss on your neck. She smiles and pulls you toward the bench, saying "We saved you a spot."

You're a bit confused until Xall's strong hands wrap around your hips and lift you onto his lap. You try to close your thighs, only to feel the firm heat of his cock between them. Xall just holds you and kisses the nape of your neck. Anya keeps kissing your neck and Glenda - who you thought had more self control - cups your breasts, stroking them softly.

"Glad you arrived in time for the show," Xall says, pulling you back so that your whole body lies against his. "I really wanted you to see this. Anya and Glenda have been excellent company, but I think all of you must see this. True, passionate love - the very thing your Goddess seeks to protect and a succulent meal for me."

Glenda's fingers grow bolder, tweaking your nipples and causing you to squirm. Anya giggles like an airheaded schoolgirl and lifts your skirts, her hand quickly locating your precious flower. You've never seen them this aroused - at least while clothed. Through the growing haze of lust you ask Xall what he's done to them.

"They were so excited Sabine - so I encouraged them to sample each other's bounties." Glenda looks a little embarrassed, but not so embarrassed that she stops undoing the front of your dress. Anya turns your head toward hers and gives you a long, deep kiss. You're a little stunned - glad that Ivona prepared you for this, but still stunned. Then you taste it. Glenda's elven pussy surely doesn't taste so salty.

You pull back and say, "You **** them," flatly.

"What can I say, but that my seed is powerful?" he asks, his hands finally running up your sides. Goddess did you need that. Still, you try to remain calm and still, fighting against the quickly growing flame inside you. "Mmmm, Sabine. That's good. Build up your willpower, yes. But it seems Lana is finally ready."

Anya pulls back, giving you a view of the window and the room beyond. It seems the girl, Lana you presume, has finally finished combing her hair and adjusting her dress. She puts down the brush, smacks the leg of the bed with a piece of firewood and calls out. "Ow. Ow!"

In moments there are footsteps inside the house and then the door swings open. "Are you ok?" asks the tall and muscular blonde man now filling the doorway.

"Oh Danny, I just banged my foot against the bed," says Lana, lying like a rug. She lifts her leg so that her knee stands at the top of a pyramid. "Could you check it, please?"

He should notice you, but he doesn't. The powerfully built young man walks to Lana and carefully examines her foot, checking for broken bones. Xall picks this moment to lick the side of your neck with his rough, extra long tongue. "What a naughty sister Lana is."

You gasp and try to call out. Xall laughs and kisses your ear. "That won't be a problem for us Sabine. I took the liberty of warding us behind a simple illusion. They won't see or hear us from in there. I didn't want them to get distracted."

You try to shout, but that has no effect either. You notice a drunk couple on the street, fondling each other in public. They don't hear your cries either. That's when you finally spot the ring of fine leaves around your bench. A perfect circle with some chalk marks standing out here and there. When you sigh Xall pulls you back against him once again.

"Good girl Sabine," he says, stroking your hips and running his flexible fingers over your belly.

You wish words like that didn't make you feel so good. You really wish you could hide the soaking warmth growing inside your quim. But there's no hope of that. Instead a drop of your dew trickles down the length of your slit and pools before dripping onto the base of Xall's member. In a way you're glad your dress got bunched up when Xall lifted you onto his lap, on the other hand...

"Yes, that's right Sabine. Just tell me when you're ready you lovely vixen. Don't worry, Anya and Glenda have both given me permission to please you tonight."

"Of course they did. Ah - but you can't do this."

"Do what? Don't you like what I'm doing? What your sisters are doing?"

"Can't let them sleep together. ****..."

"But they can't hear me over there. Besides, what's so wrong about it?"

"Never should heir sleep with heir, nor an animal mate its sibling!" you say firmly, quoting scripture.

"That's alright Sabine. They're not animals and they're heirs to no more than this small farm. Now look in her eyes and tell me that isn't love."

You make the terrible mistake of looking into Lana's eyes as she looks up into Danny's. You were about to tell Xall that of course it's not love, but those bright green eyes are sparkling in happiness. "Could you check another bruise?" she asks in a whisper, pulling open the top of her dress.

Xall grinds his cock, now slick with your juices, against your pussy. You buck your hips, trying to keep that meaty pole rubbing against your little nub. "Do I have your permission to please you Sabine?"

You stay quiet, transfixed as Lana stands and wraps her slender arms around her brother. Danny begins to pull off his clothes and you wish you could trade places with Lana, feel what she is soon to feel.

"Isn't this what the church protects? Deep, true love - love without restraint, love beyond all bounds?" It's not exactly true, of course, but Xall keeps twisting words and phrases from the scripture of the burning rose. You can't think straight long enough to counter his points and besides, Lana is soon riding atop Danny - his incestuous shaft sunk to the root in her naked pussy.

"It's ok Sabine", says Anya, "Xall told us all about them. They've been living alone and taking care of each other since their parents got sick and died almost two years ago. Lana's always loved Danny, she just had trouble telling him."

"So what?" you huff, turning to face Xall. You **** her too?

"Hardly. She didn't need any convincing. And I didn't do anything."

Even through the haze of lust you know to turn and look at Anya.

She gives you another smile and says, "Nope! Not me."

You look to the other side and Glenda doesn't meet your gaze. You ask her "Why? What possessed you?"

Glenda puts her head on your shoulder and sighs. "Among the elves it is not so despised. We believe that love is love, that is the end of it and the all of it."

Xall bites your ear and says, "So I just asked dear Glenda to sit a while and talk with the poor girl. She was so distraught - the thought of having to find a good husband and leave her only family weighed on her."

You look inside and take in the sight of the slender sister riding her brother. Lana is covered with sweat, but her mouth and eyes are locked open in an expression of ultimate happiness.

The two siblings cannot be stopped, this battle is lost. Still, you have a war to wage - one against your own emotions. You look over your shoulder. "Xall," you croak through the lust, "I do not give you permission. Let... me... go."

Xall whistles, but he does release his grip. You can barely stand, but you make it to the end of the bench before collapsing. There you take matters into your own hands, working your clit until your legs turn to rubber and your quim releases a flood of nectar.

You raise your head again just in time to see Lana, her breasts standing firm and proud in the night air, throw her head back and moan just as you did.

"Xall," you say in a low, even tone, "I made a pact with a succubus. A beautiful, smart woman who cared for me - for all of us. Who wanted us to be more than a little harem of fucksluts. I want her back. If you want me then you know what must change."

He seems to reign himself in and sucks in a deep breath. Xall stands and takes a step toward you. "Again I'm impressed, Sabine. And you're right. I've been too long in this form - I was never good at controlling myself as an incubus." He lets out a hearty laugh and adds, "Compared to most succubi I really am poor at it."

With that he kneels on the deck, planting his hands, and begins a long incantation in the daemonic tongue. When he finishes the incantation he clenches his jaw and you almost get sprayed by the cum gushing from his cock. As more long blasts of semen coat the deck you notice that Xall's testicles are shrinking. He collapses on his side and begins panting.

Xall blinks open his yellow eyes and reaches out to you. "Please - please help me." As he says it his voice cracks and rises in pitch, much like a young teen boy's voice.

You, Glenda and Anya crowd around him. Though he twitches from time to time Xall is insensate. You guess he had to use almost every bit of mana to cast this spell.