Go with green

You do like the conservative cut of the black and red gown, but it's made for a curvier woman than you. The blue gown certainly has its advantages, but with Anya in red you don't know how useful camouflage will be. You take the light green gown and feel the soft, silken fabric between your fingers. Yes, you think, this gown will fit you the best and if the four of you intend to appear as noblewomen then making sure it fits is an important part of any disguise.

You follow Anya's lead and go behind some thick bushes to change. You put down the blanket first, careful not to dirty your new gown. Then you strip off your white apprentice's gown. It looks far worse for wear than it did this morning. You're just about to start putting on your new outfit when you hear a twig snap behind you. Grabbing the holy sword you spin round, only to find Xallia leaning against a thin sapling, tittering to herself.

"Why do mortal women spend so much time hiding their bodies?" she asks, taking a step toward you. Gently, she presses on the flat of the blade and you allow her to push it aside. You end up mesmerized by her deep yellow eyes and you don't realize how close she's come until she wraps both arms around your waist. "You've been on edge since we met, my dear Sabine. It's understandable, but I'm here for you, I want to help."

Despite the fact that Xallia is a daemon you find yourself sinking into her embrace. You drink in her exotic scent and feel your shoulders loosen as she kisses your neck. Against all your training you want nothing more than to give yourself to her, here and now. But you mustn't. Xallia feels you struggle and says, "I can give you the most wonderful feelings. You are so strong Sabine, but your strength will give out sometime soon. Let it happen with me and not while we are all threatened."

You feel tears forming and try to hold back, but Xallia's calm, soothing words and her gentle touch are too much. You bury your head in her purple cleavage and start to cry. Xallia strokes your hair until it's over. You feel ashamed - no true paladin of the burning rose would cry like that at a time like this! On the other hand, you do feel your strength returning. You feel something else returning too - your nipples are rock hard in the cool night air and your pussy is hot and wet.

Xallia gives you a long deep kiss and says, "Leave this to me." She turns you around and you feel her hot prick press against your ass. You're about to say something, but Xallia uses her magic fingers on your clit. Your mouth snaps shut and to your embarrassment you find yourself grinding your ass against her and using your own hand to hold Xallia's against your pussy.

Xallia's other hand collects some of your dripping fluids and you know she's smearing them on her cock. "I must stay a virgin," you moan desperately.

"Of course, of course," says Xallia playfully, "but I ask you - do you have a maidenhead in here?" She pushes her cockhead against your ass and forces your rosebud open wide enough for the very tip to enter. Her fingers continue to **** your clit and she whispers, "In your own time, Sabine, just slide back against me. I have both fucked and been fucked there - I know how to make this an exquisite treat for us both."

It's so wrong, yet there's nothing in the scriptures that forbids it. You feel Xallia's throbbing cock and know that you do want this. Your knees knock together and you let out a long sigh, relaxing your pucker and allowing yourself to fall back against your lover's form. Xallia kisses the nape of your neck and says, "I didn't realize you were this ****. You've taken my entire cock in one stroke." Your ears burn, but you feel her hips pressed up against your rear and know she speaks true. "Very, very good Sabine," she says, lowering you onto all fours, "now leave this to me."

You lose track of time as Xallia takes your virgin bottom. She twists and turns, her cock rubbing against one sensitive spot after another. Her fingers give you no more respite, constantly twisting and teasing either your clit or your nipples. Deep inside your bum you feel a heat developing. Each time Xallia slides her prick against a particular spot it feels like a great dam is about to burst. Another stroke, and another, your world reduced to the feelings from those few spots where she's touching you. Then you cum with greater **** than ever before. Even your first time with Xallia in the baths was nothing next to this.

You awake lying on top of your old apprentice's gown, bare as the day you were born. You'd be freezing cold except that Xallia is cuddled up beside you, spooning you, her soft cock still rubbing against your ass. You blink and look up to see both Anya and Glenda, dressed in their fine gowns, kneeling in front of you.

"Are you alright?" asks Glenda.

"How was it?" asks Anya, a little envy creeping into her voice.

"Yes," you reply to the first question. Then both you and Xallia say, "Wonderful," in reply to the second.

With all the stress of the escape it's no surprise that you, Anya and Glenda all begin to giggle like schoolgirls. Xallia pats your ass and says, "Anytime," before getting up. She pulls Anya away and asks for her help getting dressed. Once she recovers Glenda helps you in the same way. It's a good thing - your legs and arms feel rubbery after that fucking. A moment of fear strikes you, but no, you can still feel your goddess within you. Perhaps it's just the effects of the tainted water, but you hope you'll soon get the chance to enjoy Xallia's attentions again.

With the four of you clothed and the apprentices' gowns hidden away in the packs you set off, hoping to find somewhere suitable to sleep by morning.