Find a river and then a village

You and Anya pack up the supplies and get dressed. Glenda spends the whole time sitting on Xall's cock, which makes both you and Anya envious, but is probably best in the long run. Only when it's time to move do you realize just how dazed she is. You have to help her get dressed and Glenda fights to stay where she is until Xall lifts her off and promises her more sex later.

For most of the morning Glenda has trouble walking. It's not just her sore ass but a distant look in her eyes. You doubt she's going to be any use in a fight or for planning, so you and Anya just let Xall support her and make sure she keeps up. Xall's a little apologetic that his seed has affected her like this, but you suspect that the muscly incubus is also rather proud of what he's done.

As you walk Anya asks Xall how many times he'll have to have sex before he can change back into a hermaphrodite. He laughs and says, "Lots of times, the kinkier the better. And it depends on how many women I have - with more holes to fuck I can draw a bit more energy each time, then leave you longer to recover. Heh, let me fuck a small village and I know I can change back." Anya licks her lips at that and you wonder if the burning rose might, just this once, allow you to sic a horny daemon on a village of innocents. You expect your goddess would object, no matter how convenient it would be for the four of you.

Most of the morning is a long trudge along the road. When you've just finished lunch and Glenda is starting to come back to her senses Xall asks if either you or Anya would like to sample his hefty package. You know it's a terrible idea, but you really do want a taste of that thing - in your mouth, in your ass, you even picture it buried in your pussy. You grit your teeth and push those feelings away. Xall refused to put the dress on this morning, so you've had to watch his shaft bounce as he walked, always hard. Anya has a hungry look in her eyes and you remember that the poor girl is fighting off both Xallia's cum and the remnants of the venom that imp injected her with.

Still, there's no option but to continue. An hour later you find a stream and, despite his protests, convince Xall to sit in the chilly water for a time. Surely even an incubus' cock can't stay hard in ice water. Afterward he thanks you, telling you it's a bit easier to concentrate on what's important. Xall casts a complex spell that he assures you all will confuse hunter daemons for a long while. He even allows you and Anya to dress him in one of the apprentice's robes, even if it does look ridiculous on him. At least it fits, unlike that black and red number he wore as a hermaphrodite.

Now that your path is obscured you proceed down one of the larger forks heading off from the ford, hoping to find a village or a farm where you can refill your waterskins. Luckily there is a village not far from the ford and you see people milling about the center of town, trading supplies and filling buckets. Now the only problem is Xall. He's a bit big for an apprentice, and that's ignoring the curved horns that sweep from his forehead.

"I suppose one of us could go through town while the others sneak around through the wood line," you say, only half convinced it would work. There are sure to be men out collecting lumber and they know these woods and fields better than you.

"I could use some of my power for a disguise," says Xall. "You've already seen how effective my illusions can be. Yes, it will use up some of my energy, but I think it's worth it."

You nod your approval and Xall whispers a few words in that strange daemon tongue. Your eyes water and when you blink a human woman stands before you, looking very much like she did back in the showers, save that she's now wearing the black and red dress. You know it's still packed away, but it seems Xall can copy clothes as well as form.

"I'm surprised you took a woman's form," Glenda says, putting her hand on Xall's shoulder.

"I've always found this to be more useful - even as an incubus. People are much more willing to leave you alone with the women when you are one," he replies.

"Just don't get any ideas," you say, suddenly a bit worried about what will happen when you enter the village.

"But I already have ideas, dear Sabine. Remember our contract? I will ask your permission and I won't breed any women we meet unless you allow it. But if I am famished because you let opportunities slip by then I'll have to lay with one of you."

"But. But," you sputter as she recites the words perfectly - even in the same tone and cadence that he - she used when they were first spoken.

"Sabine, this really is for the best. Think about it. I need power to transform. What's better, letting me fuck as many women - and men - as I can in this village or letting me rut with you, Anya and Glenda till I've had my fill? You know I'd dearly love to, but in the circumstances I doubt we can wait."

As you're stewing he takes you in his arms. You feel your tense muscles relaxing as he kneeds them. "Besides," he adds, "this village will almost certainly be visited by daemons from the abbey. They'll never believe you, even if you tell them everything. You know that most, if not all, will stay here. So a few days from now most or all of the people here will be the playthings of a hunter, a controller or perhaps another succubus. You need to get that sword to Gerlangen. That is what will stop this invasion, that is what will protect hundreds of villages like this one."

Damn. In a way you should stand and fight, but of course that's a fool's errand. You haven't the training nor the numbers. And Xall's expectations about the villagers is accurate - a year ago would you have believed in a daemon invasion? No - it's been too long since the last one. Would a village leave crops to rot on the word of a few sisters? Certainly not.