Get to somewhere safe, then deal with transformations and contracts

You are sorely tempted, but no. Not out in the open here, where any fell creature could slither up and take advantage of you.

"You really think we could get away with rutting on the side of Victory Road?" You ask rhetorically, "Not a full night's walk away from the sight of a demon siege?"

"No; Find us some shelter and set up some defenses, then we'll work out a way to feed you enough to return to a more manageable body and mind."

Xall, Glenda and Anya all look at you with dismayed, imploring faces, but your warrior's paranoia has swelled with the voicing of your danger assessment.

"Enough griping!" you snap out the very instant the three raise their voices to complain, "We're too exposed here to risk such a... compromising undertaking. Now gather the supplies so we can leave already.

Xall, you'll be in front of me, and I hope this is sufficient motivation to keep on the lookout for some proper protection. Glenda and Anya, bring up the rear and keep your eyes peeled. The sooner we find a better camp, the sooner we can deal with getting Xallia back to normal. Now move!"

With ample grumbling, and an understandable level of stumbling from Glenda, they all eventually repack. You and your sisters get dressed, but Xall turns up his nose at the black dress now.

You'd think a shapeshifter that spends most of their time as a hermaphrodite would be less anal about gendered products.

Whatever, you let the incubus keep the dress folded and held under his arm. He strides down the road faster than seems easy, scanning the woods around him frantically, and you roll your eyes as you check that the others are keeping up alright.

It's a tense hour or so of walking/jogging/hobbling (in order of formation position for your little group) before Xall gives a sudden cry of excitement, rushing up to a shallow cave partly hidden by foliage just beside the path.

"This is will work, don't you agree Sergeant Ball-buster?"

Any other time you'd keep walking just to spite him for that comment, but for now assuring a mutiny doesn't happen matters more to you than petty payback.

"If you're so sure, feel free to clear it out and fortify it for us."

Xall knocks the curtain of plants back and ushers the three of you in, then starts murmuring darkly and scratching runes on the dirt and stones with lengthened talons once you're all in.

He turns to you when finished, "Alright! These wards will make sure no nasty demons come to interrupt our fun."

"With one exception," you quip as you dig into your own pack, "But I can take care of that myself."

Your incubus looks at you with confusion,"What do you mean an exception, and what's that rope for-ahh!"

You pounce the horny demon and manage to get him flipped over and trussed up with surprising ease.

"Hey get me out of this! Sabine, if this is about me calling you Sergeant Ballbuster, I wasn't thinking straight, I'm sorry!"

"This isn't because of that," not entirely, a little kernel of vindictiveness pipes up within you, "This is because you yourself have admitted at least twice now that you aren't fully in control of your libido when in a mono-sexual body."

"So you, mister, are gonna be tied up to keep your hands from getting away from you as we spoon-feed you by ourselves until you have just enough to shift back."

Xall whines beneath you.

"See, you already sound more feminine! Now keep the whining to a minimum, or I gag you."

You roll Xall over to sit propped up against the side of the cave. Anya and Glenda let out breaths when they see the incubus' turgid, pulsing length.

"Sabine, let us taste it!" They both cry out in unison.

You turn to them bemusement, catching the pleading, submissive gleam in their eyes, a look mirrored in Xall as he sits panting to contain his words.

You seem to have established yourself as the head wife of your lust-addled little band, over even your horndog "husband" to boot.

You thought fills you with self-satisfaction despite yourself.