Laughter

Tears come to Xallia's eyes and she laughs from the bottom of her stomach. "Oh yes. I, a greater daemon, swear the oaths of the burning rose. Impossible!" Yet as she continues to laugh and tries feebly to pull Glenda closer you feel a strange, warped feeling from the sword. It's not like the other times Xallia lied.

You concentrate on the feeling and whisper a prayer. The feeling blossoms and flows from the fingers holding the hilt up your arm and then your spine until it seems to tickle your brain. You suck in your breath sharply as you realize what it means - Xallia lied by omission. You recite the oaths and requirements of the sisterhood to yourself and are a little shocked to find no prohibition against a daemon. Some other gods and faiths require their clergy to be human, but Glenda is proof enough that the burning rose is far more open than that.

"You can," you say, half to yourself. Glenda is so surprised she stops for a moment and her ass slips a bit lower, allowing another inch of Xallia's meat to slide home. She shudders and smiles at Glenda, even blowing the naked elf a kiss.

She looks back to you and asks, "Have you been eating mushrooms?"

"I felt it through the sword. You can. Any woman who is still a virgin can."

"Exactly. Do you think I've never had to sacrifice my pussy? Hells, I've born two daughters! Sometimes it's the only way to earn the favor of a daemon lord."

"And yet there must be a way." You concentrate once more, praying to the goddess for guidance. She rarely speaks to sisters, preferring images and emotion, but you hope. And it seems that hope is not misplaced as an image of a more handsome, masculine Xallia flashes before your closed eyes. This new Xallia has a broad, yet flat chest and you see a large set of testicles hanging between her legs. The cock that stands erect above those testes is even larger and longer than Xallia's current equipment. You feel yourself getting wet at the thought of enjoying such a large member, but at the same time you wonder what it would do to your butt.

"A daemon. A daemon who has fucked and birthed other daemons, who has seduced mortal women - not least of which sisters of the burning rose. A daemon who has defiled her daughters with her seed. You think your goddess that forgiving?" Then to Glenda she moans, "Just a bit more. Let yourself go, my dear. I - ah - will show you how wonderful it can feel to sheath a cock in your bottom."

"I saw something. You can change yourself."

That's enough to make Xallia stop dead in her tracks. "It seems your goddess is well informed. And still cares about you no matter what I've done."

"She still loves us all, yes," says Anya, moving close enough to kiss Xallia's neck.

"Mmmm. You're right. Ever wondered why there are so few incubi? It's because we are one. Each succubus can be a man, a woman or, in our natural form, something in between. Most of us stay like this, because having a cock and a cunt is so much more fun. Not to mention our appetite grows even greater if we stay in one of the other forms too long. We become so manly that we need to fuck something, anything. Or we become so feminine that we want to take every prick we see."

"So you lose your vagina?" asks Glenda.

"Yes. And then my cock becomes twice as sensitive."

In unison both you and Anya ask, "What happens when you turn back?"

"Well my balls pull back and my breasts and pussy grow back." Xallia frowns and says, "I never thought... the first time after that I did bleed. Many daemon lords love the feeling, so succubi can get greater favors for offering a tight, fresh pussy."

"That sounds like virginity to me. The oaths of the sisterhood call for a sex that has never sheathed a man's staff."

Xallia is so surprised that she tears her attention from Glenda. "Are you telling me your goddess would accept me?"

"More than that. I've realized it's what she wants. The oaths of the burning rose are the perfect contract for you. To protect the world from daemons, to protect the innocent, to sanctify temples, create and preserve holy relics. These are the oaths we want you to live by. But there is no oath against sleeping with sisters, nor against filling our bellies with your babies. I suppose no one ever considered it."