Uneventful, until you reach the end.

The sun is still high in the sky, so the four of you resume your journey, giddy with success of the covenants you have wrought.

"So, how does it feel to be married thrice and initiated as a nun all in one day, lovergirl?" Asks Glenda teasingly.

Xallia gives a rueful smile, "As ironic as it sounds, though I must say commitment is agreeing with me more than I would have thought, you all simply must take me out on more road trips after this."

"Too late to add terms to our agreements now, hubby." Anya manages through her giggles.

"Sabine would have stepped on my dick if I tried haggling."

"Damn straight," you affirm with a gruff smirk, to the good-natured laughter of your three companions.

"I hope to see our daughters grow and aspire to follow your example," Glenda sighs out to Xallia.

Xallia shakes her head, but fails to suppress a grin, "We'll see where they go in life when they're finally out and about, all I ask for is that they don't cause any trouble for me."

"Trouble for you? We're the ones rearing them!" Anya interjects with a laugh.

You however, are quiet. Glenda's comments have brought to mind some questions you need to ask.

"Xallia," you call, and the succubus turns anxiously at your tone, "What can we expect out of bearing your daughters?"

Xallia's shoulders loosen in relief, then she considers your question.

"Well, with our high level of innate power and very humanoid forms, succubae have a long development period. Gestation lasts roughly the length of a human pregnancy, though once they're out they grow a fair bit quicker, reaching full physical and mental maturity by eight years old.

A mortal mother will have a drastically heightened libido for at least the latter two trimesters, as the daughters gain power off of sexual energy like all demons, which they'll leech from you."

That could be... problematic.

Xallia seems to be aware of where your thoughts are going, and your definite reaction to the conclusions. "Don't worry about how to feed them out of the womb though!" She rushes to get out in an appeasing tone while looking to each of you, beseeching for the chance to explain it's not as bad as it's shaping up to be, "Succubae are able to nurse until the last stage of physical development."

You are suddenly assaulted by a vision of yourself nursing a pair of four-year-old versions of Xallia, which time skips to a period when they are eighteen years old, at which point one slides down to lick your cunny while the other stands and thrusts her length into your mouth, moaning out a lustful "Mommy."

Xallia smirks at you when you flush, "I see Sabine at least can't wait until her girls are old enough to appreciate the talents of their foxy birth MILF."

You growl at her and she laughs it off, until Glenda asks, curious, "What will they look and act like?" Which Xallia turns back to address.

"Well, you'll find that succubae vary more than most mortals would assume.

Our skin, eyes and hair can be almost any color, including normal human tones, tough rare. Nearly all succubae have at least one pair of horns, which also have an incredibly wide range of sizes, shapes, and placement.

Pupils can be round, slitted like a cat, or rectangular like a goat, and our irises glow when channeling magic or experiencing intense emotion. Ears are usually pointed, or even finned, and most have sharp teeth, with again a wide range of configuration, but most just have elongated canines. Our tongues can be slender and forked, like a snake, but that is fairly rare.

Many succubae have wings on their back, usually batlike, sometimes with black feathers like a raven, and a few have more than one pair. I even met one chick with a set of tiny, nonfunctional wings on the sides of her head, ornamental more than anything else, kinda like a pair of flexible horns.

Most have a long, whiplike tail that is tipped with a spade or arrowhead shaped scale, which is very often an erogenous zone.

Feet are usually regular human feet, but some are born with a large bone spur growing out of their heel that acts as a natural stiletto shoe, in more ways than one. They can also be cloven hooves, clawed paws, or bird talons, with scales or bristly fur growing up over the knee.

Body type can be anything that is sure to generally be seen as desirable.

Beyond supernatural beauty and charm spells, succubae can shapeshift, sense and steal others' life ****, and enter and manipulate the dreams of mortals. We can also use our nails as weapons if other spells fail."

Xallia demonstrates by lengthening her fingernails to nearly a foot long, razor pointed and humming with dark magic, then continues.

"And of course, the aphrodisiac in our bodily fluids like all demons. Our daughters will come out equipped to raise hell, with the looks and probably attitude to do it too. Be sure to keep discipline tight you three."

You all walk in silence for a while before Anya muses in a worried tone, "Can we really be Sisters and mothers at the same time?"

"Of course you can, the requirements are super technical, and-"

"But won't they be breeched?" Anya cups a hand under her navel, "Sorry, I mean, won't giving birth tear our hymen?"

"Oh. Right. Um," Xallia looks rather on the spot, and you yourself are struggling not to freak out, horrified that you hadn't genuinely considered such obvious longer term consequences of that first deal.

"I hadn't seriously thought about it, this whole trip couldn't possibly last more than a couple of weeks tops without us reaching that fancy abbey or landing in unwinnable shit, so it wasn't a priority. I guess I figured you'd all get c-sections?

If that isn't an option, I'm good at flesh-crafting spells; give me six months, and I'd have a spell that could make your maidenhead pliable enough to survive labor, or else restore it later so you can renew your vows. There's no rule against that, right?"

Xallia chuckle at that, pleased with her own self-assured cleverness, "Man, we are just discovering all sorts of loopholes in this Burning Rose Sorority stuff huh? Every demon's favorite pastime after sex: exploiting legal language."

"You promise it'll be alright?" Anya voices timidly.

Xallia pats her head, "I swear I'll make it work out alright. I made a deal, and I won't see it fall apart over something like this, honest."

Anya giggles, mollified, as are all of you now that the **** worry is alleviated, "You're so gallant."

"Heh, yeah," Xallia agrees, "comes with becoming a family succubus I guess."

Suddenly Glenda, the dedicated lookout because of her elven senses, pulls up short.

"Busted wagon up ahead, bandit work, there are bodies."