First you must throw off any pursuers

You need to get his mind off sex, at least for a while, so you ask "Xall - when the daemons decide to follow us how will they do it?"

That gets an unhappy grunt from the newly transformed incubus. He rubs his temples and says, "Hell. Changing forms always messes with me for a while. I can barely concentrate." He draws a few deep breaths and you find yourself staring at his perfect chest and abs. In a slightly higher pitched, though still masculine voice Xall continues, "I suppose if I were the lord in charge of this attack I would send hunter daemons - if I knew the missing girls were important and had that sword."

"We have to assume the worst," says Anya, sounding a little less horny and a lot more worried than she was a minute ago.

"Mmmm, yes, yes. Alright, so hunter daemons first. They're going to follow the scent. Also I would send out gargoyles and frostwing daemons to scout from the skies if any were available. I didn't see any during the invasion, so we may not have to worry about either. Also, they have amazing eyesight, but they'll probably be looking for women in white robes. The disguises should protect us from them, even Faeros did not see us wearing them."

"What can we expect if that fails?" you ask. Keeping Xall's mind on the dangers seems to be helping him.

"It would depend on how much power I had available. I could perhaps summon more hunters from the daemon realm, and perhaps some aminzurs - tracking spiders. That would speed the search. If I had less power then I might send out lustwraiths, controller daemons and succubi to act as spies. If they could go far enough and fast enough they might be able to get ahead of us and lie in wait."

"So the hunters are our first concern."

"Yes. They track with their sense of smell, though they are quite capable with their other senses too. They aren't called hunters for nothing. I suggest we find a stream or a river. I can use my magic to disguise our scent, but the waters will confuse them, make them take longer to realize what I've done. After that we need to put some distance between us and the abbey."

You pause to consider your options. A shame you didn't go north to the coast. It sounds like even a rowboat would have been a help with the hunters. The fine clothes you have will sell for a good price, but no one in a small village will be willing to buy them - you need a town for that, but there aren't any towns in the Blauwalt forest.

You look back to Xall, about to ask about frostwings, but realize there no point in asking him anything right now. Glenda has awoken from her stupor and is grinding her hips against Xall's meaty pole. You find yourself mesmerized as Glenda pulls herself back to vertical and throws her head back. Xall's cock has been buried in her bottom this whole time. The small waisted elven girl begins to bounce up and down, all on her own.

Xall's only contribution is to knead Glenda's breasts through her shift. He's quite happy to lie back and let the lusty elf maiden ride him. You feel a deep longing to push Glenda aside and take your place atop that magnificent shaft, but you know you'd lose all reason if you did. Better to let Glenda take another one for the team.

As before Anya decides to help. She rubs Xall's hefty balls and then gives Glenda a deep, sexy kiss. Xall's eyes light up and you see his testicles twitch. You can't stand being left out, so you run a hand over Xall's smooth, hard chest muscles and kiss him. The incubus drives his extra long tongue into your mouth like a spear and you grab it carefully between your teeth, teasing it with your own tongue. Then you let him go and as his tongue pulls back you drive your into his mouth.

You're starting to feel hot and giddy, probably the result of Xall's daemonic saliva, when he tenses and you hear Glenda let out an orgasmic gasp. Both you and Xall look back toward Anya and Glenda, both now naked. As Xall cums once again you see Glenda's face contort between ecstasy and pain. Looking lower you see that her belly, still filled with Xall's last load, has stretched a little more. It's not that she looks pregnant, more that she looks like she's eaten three meals back to back.

"Beautiful," says Xall, stroking the slightly bulged pentagram on Glenda's belly. "I can't wait. In a few months that belly will be rounded out all the time. Maybe I should keep you full so you get used to the feeling."

"Mmmm, yes." Glenda opens her eyes and smiles at Xall, holding her belly. "I love you," she says, putting her other hand around Anya. "I love you all."