You both reap what Xallia has sown

You feel a wet towel slide over your face. You sit up so quickly Glenda pulls back with a startled, "Whagh!"

"Ah good, you're back," says Xallia from beside you, her low seductive purr reverberating off the stone walls. She still has her thigh under your ass and your feet still dangle in the warm water of the bath. "Now please strip out of that gown so that Glenda and I can wipe away your sweat. This is your last chance to clean up until we find a town."

You lift yourself off the succubus' thigh and pull off your clothes. You don't feel clean but you doubt any amount of bathing will fix that. True, you are probably better off than almost anyone else in the abbey, but that doesn't make you feel better. You decide to clean yourself rather than let a daemon help. She'd probably try to have sex with you once again, leaving you dirtier than when you started.

As you stand up in the water you feel the daemon's seed dribble down your thigh. More than you think any human could produce. You snatch up the soap and one of the cloths next to Glenda. She looks a little apologetic and you realize that the far away look in her eyes has vanished. Xallia kept her word. Once you clean away the spunk you feel inside your vagina and find your maidenhead intact. Your connection to the Goddess is similarly unbroken.

You let out a long sigh and, with a clean washcloth, begin to scrub away the grime and sweat. Xallia stretches out like a cat and watches you. "You don't think I would ruin everything by taking that which you hold dear, do you? You and Glenda are whole and undamaged."

Just as Xallia finishes saying that Glenda lets out a worried sounding, "Oh," and rests her hand on her belly. You drop the soap in amazement as a pattern of red lines appear on Glenda's flat stomach, forming a pentagram. Soon it's surrounded by dozens of runes and symbols. The whole thing glows with its own light and seems to set in her flesh. It dims after that, but the glow only fades, it does not disappear.

Xallia reaches out and touches Glenda's belly. Surprised, Glenda recoils from the daemon's touch. Xallia doesn't move, instead she says, "Be at ease Glenda. That symbol marks you as mine - the breeding stock of a greater daemon. No other daemon will lay a hand on you, much less **** you, without my consent."

In a small voice Glenda asks, "So this means... it has happened."

"Yes," says Xallia, "you've just become pregnant. My child has finally taken root in your belly. It's taken a long time - you elves age more slowly, so you breed more slowly. Even with my superior seed. Now come here so that I, the father of your first child, can feel for myself."

Glenda looks unsure, but she scoots back to Xallia, who holds her hand to Glenda's belly. "I will take care of you," she says, gently stroking the red symbol. "You and your mother are very special and very important to me." Glenda's expression softens and she rests her head on Xallia's shoulder, taking a deep breath and placing her hand atop the daemon's.

You don't know whether to feel comforted or disgusted at the daemon's words. Instead you begin to search for the lost soap so you aren't just staring at Xallia and Glenda. As your fingers bump against the bar you feel a wave of warmth inside you. You stand and look down just in time to see the same red marks appear on your naked flesh. Despite everything it feels right, like this was meant to be. You look up at Xallia and understand what Glenda must be feeling.

Xallia smiles and says, "Look at that Glenda. Your sister is mine as well. I do hope you two aren't the jealous type. You are of such fine stock - you'll both produce lovely daughters for me, truly I could not ask for better mothers for my children." Such words should fill you with hate or dread, but you find it difficult to feel anything but love and pride. Xallia continues, "Please Sabine, come and sit with us, I would love to feel our daughter as well." Determined that you won't be reduced to Xallia's pet and breeding stock you snatch up the soap and continue to wash, ignoring her suggestion entirely.

When you finish you toss aside the cloth and soap, climb out of the bath and begin putting your gown back on. Only when you're fully clothed do you turn toward the succubus, hands on hips, fire in your eyes. Instead of anger or displeasure you see Xallia smile. She stands and walks toward you, her eyes locked on yours. "That's no trick or power of the sword," she says, "I'm impressed Sabine. It takes great willpower to resist the power of these special marks. If my daughter inherits even half that strength she will be a **** to be reckoned with."

Again you feel that pride at Xallia's words, but you bury it. You're about to tell her that it's time to get moving when another hot wave of energy runs through your body. You look down and see a few more runes appear, their glow showing right through the gown before fading away. You look up at Xallia and see that her jaw is hanging open. "Never did I dare to dream!" she says, literally bouncing from foot to foot, "twins! Oh, Sabine! Twins!" Your heart sinks and your arms drop to your sides. Xallia wraps her arms around you and spins you in a circle.

You start to cry. You try to stop it but can't. Glenda gets up and hugs you from behind. Here in her and Xallia's arms you let go and sob. You can't believe what your life has come to, yet you feel safe and loved. You still feel horrible and unclean for carrying a daemon's children - yet you feel so proud to be their mother, to be cared for so deeply by their father. You hear Glenda sniffling behind you and know she must feel the same thing.

Finally you pull yourself together. Xallia wipes away your tears and gives both you and Glenda a kiss. "We should collect what we can and leave soon," she says very quietly. In a more authoritative tone she continues, "You shall make fine mothers and I don't want to be caught before I have the chance to know you better. Sabine, we'll have to hide that sword. Perhaps you can slip it down the back of your gown. You long hair will hide the hilt." You do as she says, though the cool bare metal causes you to shiver. With the blade in place you have to stand ramrod straight, your chest thrust forward, to keep from poking yourself with the sharp point.

While you conceal the blade Glenda gets back into her own gown, thinking aloud as she dresses, "We can get food and waterskins from the pantry and kitchen. I also know where we can get the key to the dry stores. That's where clothes and other goods are stored. After that I suppose we could check the stables?"