Make her comfortable

Both Anya and Glenda look to you, worry in their eyes. You feel it too - Xallia has been trying, but she's also been your protector through these difficult times. Snapping out of your daze you quietly tell them, "We don't know how long this illusion will hold - it may be gone already. Help me lift him."

Together you haul the succubus toward the woodline, much closer than the beds at the inn. No one in town pays any attention to you, they are all focused on other things. Once you reach some dense shrubs the three of you put Xallia down carefully. You send Anya back to fetch Yulia and some blankets. In the meantime you and Glenda cuddle up against Xallia, keeping her body warm.

In fact it may be better to say Xall, for you see that despite the shrunken cock and balls no slit has yet appeared.

When Anya and Yulia return the latter gets her first glimpse of Xallia's true form. "Oh wow," she says, "She's really... wow." While she stands there uselessly Anya and Glenda lay out the blankets and gently move Xallia onto them.

Yulia comes closer and gently touches one of Xallia's curved ivory horns. "After you left I wasn't sure if you were just pulling my leg, but she really is a daemon. But what's happening to her?"

You explain that Xallia spent her power trying to change back from an incubus into a succubus. There's much explaining before Yulia seems satisfied - not that you blame her. If you were freshly introduced to this you'd have a lot of questions too.

During the night you, Anya and Glenda take turns on watch. Yours is the last and by the purple light that precedes the dawn you note that Xallia's cock has shrunk even further. Her testicles have retracted completely, leaving only smooth flesh and her breasts have returned with avengeance. Still she lies there, breathing but otherwise completely still.

You take a walk in the cool air, keeping close to the group but moving quickly to get your blood flowing and your mind thinking. You end up going over all that has happened since the abbey while your eyes scan the forest and the edge of the village. You only return to the others once the sun has risen most of the way past the horizon.

Another look at Xallia and you see that her breasts are larger still. Now you're certain - they're like large melons now, larger than they were when you first met her. Worried, you check under the blanket and see Xallia's cock has become nothing more than a stub, perhaps an inch long and a third of an inch across. Before your eyes that nub grows even smaller and changes shape, slowly morphing into an oversized clit. As it does a soft pink line appears beneath and Xallia's soft purple skin begins to split.

You watch the whole process. The clit shrinks with each beat of Xallia's heart until it's no larger than that of a normal woman. The fine pink slit develops some detail, though Xallia's newly made vagina is so tight you can't see past the outer folds. A few drops of dewy nectar appear, beading on the surface and you find yourself wondering if Xallia's juices taste as good now as they did before.

Mesmerized, you slide your finger over her cunt and lick it. If anything it's better than you remember. A hotness develops between your thighs and you have another taste, then another. Finally you push her thighs apart slightly and use your tongue to sample Xalla's flavor directly.

"Mmmm, yes!" you hear from above. "Now that's how to wake someone up."

"Xallia!" cries Glenda, giving her a hug and a kiss. A moment later Anya wake up and give her a hug as well, pressing her head against Xallia's breasts.

"Oh yes, my lovely girls. Thank you, I feel so much better now. I... wait. Wha?" She lifts her head, straining to peer over her hefty bosom. "What went wrong?" she asks, shocked. "Where's my lovely cock?" She looks around and adds, "Where are we?" Her voice is even more feminine than before, though with all the other changes that's hardly surprising.

You explain what happened. Xallia lets out a long, tired sigh and lets her head drop back to the blanket. "I asked for help," she says in a monotone.

"We did help," replies Glenda. "We took you somewhere safe, we kept you nice and warm."

"But you didn't... do anything. You took me away from a town full of people having hot, naughty sex and wrapped me in a blanket."

"We cuddled," says Anya.

Xallia lets out a long sigh. "I guess I should have been more specific. All I needed was a little sex, a little love... ah well." She sits up and takes stock of her new body. "It's been a long time since I took a truly female form. Very dangerous to look like this, think like this in the daemon realm. Probably dangerous to be trapped in this form given our situation too."

"Why should it be any worse than being a hermaphrodite?" asks Glenda.

"Well, you saw what I was like as Xall - all my masculine, dominant emotions and urges pushed to the fore. This is the same, but in reverse. Pretty soon I'll be begging for cock. And I do mean begging. Shit, if some daemon catches up with us and pins me down I might just squeal in joy."

"Not all women are that submissive," you say, a little ticked off.

"Oh, no, no!" Xallia replies, sheepishly. "Not human women. But succubi are wired a bit differently. Our need for dominance and control is wired to our sex. Some succubi get it wired backward, so sometimes you find really dominant succubi and really subby incubi, but it's rarer." She pauses, blushes and adds, "I'm rambling, aren't I?"