You have to get to Gerlangen

You sigh and ask Xallia if she can be any more precise about when Celamyra is likely to develop.

"No. I know there are some succubi who teach the more advance classes who have a sixth sense when it comes to this sort of thing, but I really don't have the experience. All I can say is that Celamyra is very close. But a day? A week? It won't be a month, that's for sure."

"How can you even guess that much?" asks Yulia.

"I don't know - how can you tell how old someone is? You just get a feeling for it."

"I'm afraid we will have to leave them all here," you say. "I don't want to do it, but both our sisters look like they were quick marched here and spent their days walking and their nights fucking." You pause for a moment, thinking a silent curse for 'Lady' Varhession.

"That's probably an accurate assessment, actually" says Anya, her voice tinged with more depression than you've ever heard from her. She takes Xallia's hand and pats it gently before saying "There's no way either of them can keep up, so they'll have to stay here. It's the only safe town we know of."

"As long as we can stay a day or two, long enough that we can make sure they're both alright. Both... in their right minds." Glenda chips in.

"You know," says Anya "if we can convince Celamyra to help then she'd be good at seeing through illusions if the daemons try anything tricky."

"She's a prodigy on that front," says Xallia. "Only about one in twenty succubi can hold an illusion like that before they become adults." After a short pause she grips the armrest of the couch she's sitting on and adds "which only makes using her like this all the more reprehensible!"

"Could we make her a sister?" asks Yulia.

Glenda shakes her head. "No, a woman has to be 'of age' for the bond with the burning rose to form. For a succubus I expect this third growth would be the earliest possible time."

A strange, energetic moaning suddenly echoes through the room. "Uuuummm... ahhhhhhh! Ohhh wow, wow, wow, mmmm... I NEED IT!"

All of your heads snap toward the open door to what was, until recently, Hollarth's office and which is now the temporary home for the sisters and Celamyra.

"Or maybe right now!" says Xallia, hopping to her feet and racing inside. You and Yulia follow quickly, though you're almost knocked off your feet by the wave of feminine scents that seem to be dripping from the air. Xallia is holding the partially naked Celamyra down. The young succubus is moaning and begging, clawing at the thick rug.

"Get them out quick," Xallia shouts, jerking her head in the direction of the two exhausted sisters. They would have been sleeping until moments ago, but the musk in the air has them wide awake. Yulia grabs one, yanking her by the arm and towing her out of the room. You know the scent is having an effect on you too - you're painfully aware of how hard your nipples are and also how stiff the nipples of every other woman here are.

You fight off the momentary image that assails you, a call for you to bend Glenda backward over the mayor's desk and dive tongue first into her slit. The elven hottie makes her way past you with the other sister, Sarah, who's only half awake but is already pawing Glenda's rump as she's hauled out the door.

Xallia moans and looks up at you. Desire plays across her eyes, but she fights it down. "Get... get back out of here. I'll hold her as long as I can. Be ready to spell me off."

You and Yulia sprint back outside and close the doors most of the way. Yulia grabs a thick page of parchment and holds it above the lamp. The smell of the old flesh being burned might not be 'better' but it does help to fight off the supremely feminine musk wafting in from the office.

You are somewhat surprised when you take in the rest of the room. Anya is sitting next to sister Nenaryn in a chair, almost pinning her there. She's gently whispering to her, clearly trying to help her fight down those lusty feelings. On the other side of the room Glenda, who you thought was better at dealing with this kind of thing, has locked lips with sister Sarah and the two of them are eagerly exploring each other's bodies.

For your own part you dredge up the most unsexy memories you can muster. Your father accidentally walking past you in the buff really does a number on your arousal. Not a memory you ever thought you'd be thankful for, but under the circumstances...

"Sabine!" comes the call. A panting, **** call.

You suck in a good solid breath of the pungent smell of charring parchment and then charge in. Xallia looks like she's in pain and the younger succubus has managed to roll over underneath her. Celamyra's wanton eyes lock onto yours, her pupils dilated almost all the way, like a cat on catnip. "Ohhh, another friend to fuck!" she moans, her frame writhing under Xallia.

You manage to pin her arms above her head and Xallia extracts herself. She looks incredibly horny and she only stops long enough to mumble out a "Thanks" before dashing out of the room.

"You can fuck Anya, Glenda and Yulia!" you call out after her, hoping Xallia and the others will blow off some steam before you need to escape.

"Hi Sabine..." says the temptress beneath you. She doesn't try to fight you right now, resting there, almost peacefully as she tries to convince you to fuck her. "I didn't see it before, but you're very strong. I like strong women and oh, you're strong and beautiful!" She rubs her thighs against each other and smiles to herself.

While you still have most of your marbles you tell her "I want you to know, I'm doing this for you. This is for your own good."

"Would you like to tell me what to do? I promise I'll do what you like, miss Sabine. We can do all sorts of good things together."

Despite yourself you look down at the spot where her slender thighs come together. You don't feel like you're being affected yet, but on the other hand your heart sinks when you don't see a tall, thick cock. Instead you see a hot red clit, and beneath it a purple-pink slit, covered with a thick layer of juices like some kind of varnish or glaze. Yes, you would love some glazed pussy. Wonder what it tastes like...

"No!" you shout, snapping out of it. "Listen to me Celamyra - you can't do this right now. You'll go mad."

"Mmmm," she says, worming herself around enough that she can lick your wrist. "Mad with pleasure - sounds like quite the ride. Take it with me you gorgeous babe."

"The, the man that... uh... Lady Varhession was bringing you to. He was going to break you - destroy your mind - make you a ****."

"Yesss, I can see that now," she says and you watch as an orgasm shudders through her body. When her eyes open again she says "But you saved me, didn't you?"

"Yes. Yes!" Finally, you're getting through to her.

"You wanted to make me your **** instead, didn't you? You want a pretty little virgin succubus to fuck all day long, don't you? Invite all your friends in, we can have the biggest party ever!"

Sigh, so much for that. But when you look down at her again and she licks her lips like a professional harlot something changes inside you. You can feel that calming pulse of energy flowing through you, slowing the beating of your excited heart.

You relax your grip slightly and Celamyra works her way free. The young succubus sits up, looking like a cat ready to pounce. She's not ready for it when you wrap your arms around her in a big hug.

"Huh? What? Oh, okay, yes - yes hold me close you lovely woman. Don't worry, I'll grow a big cock for you, you just have to stay with me long enough." Then a confused look crosses her face. "How come I can't feel it anymore?"

"Because I am a paladin of the burning rose. When she works through me my heart is hers to command."

She tries groping your breast and tweaking your nipple, but it doesn't affect you at all. You just picture a little baby trying to get some milk, as if your breasts have no sensual purpose at all. Confused, she withdraws her hands and tries a different tack. "Oh, a paladin. Yes, punish me. Whip me for all my sins!" She looks confused when again her power, her scent, everything fails. It's like you're made of stone.

"No. You're a nice, innocent young woman. You don't need to be like this, but you don't need to be punished either. You need a reminder that people love you." You give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, driving Celamyra wild as she realized that all her newfound powers are useless against a paladin who has managed to center herself. It's quite the trick, something you've only managed twice before, and then only in training.

You stroke her hair and tell her "I think I understand why our Goddess gave us this power. Don't worry Celamyra, I'm here for you. I'll be here as long as you need."

As she realizes that she's not going to get what she wants she tries everything she knows. Begging, threats, tearful confessions, offers of services beyond mortal imagination. You look up through the still open door. Xallia is standing there, jaw hanging open.

"Why don't you wave to Xallia my dear," you ask her.

"Come here, please! Please, I'll call you mommy and I'll tickle your cervix with my tongue!" she screams to Xallia in utter frustration.

Xallia backs away and breathes through a cloth for a moment. "Are you really alright?" she asks you, bewildered. "Yulia is pretty tired right now, but she's offered to switch."

"No, that's okay. Tell her to get some sleep, I'll take care of Celamyra" you say, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Celamyra starts to bawl. "Please, please, please" she begs in the most pitiful voice. "You, you want a slutty librarian? Just drag me over to the bookshelf. Or let me go to the closet. I bet the mayor had some school outfits for me. You want to fuck your naughty student... right?" She seems to crack and just whispers "I'll be whatever you want. "

You just smile and pick up the now weakened succubus, all worn out from her big day, and carry her to one of the couches. "I want a nice, kind, chaste little succubus. And I've already found her, haven't I?" Celamyra's eyes tear up and her lip quivers as she finally realizes that she's not going to have any fun tonight. You sit there, put an arm around her shoulder and pull her close. When she looks up at you her pupils have begun to shrink and you ask if someone can bring in some warm milk.

"No, no. I'm not going to bed" she says in a pouting tone. "I'm finally an adult. I'm going out drinking and, and I'm going to find some guys. We'll all fuck together in a big pile. You can come too."

"No, it's too late to go out. You aren't dressed for it either. And besides, you haven't learned how to tell a good man from a bad one yet. You'll just get hurt." Now in truth, you know that a rampaging, horny succubus isn't the one who's going to get hurt at a bar, but somehow they just seem to be the right words to say. Celamyra slumps against you and you gently start to comb and straighten her hair.

By the time Anya arrives and carefully delivers a cup of hot milk Celamyra is almost asleep anyway. The little succubus actually takes the cup without complaint and snuggles up against you as she sips it. You spend the rest of the evening with a lust daemon curled up next to you, her cute little head lying atop your breasts, her arms around your waist.