Show off a bit.

Back in camp the other succubi surged around the raiding party, cheering them, slapping them on the back, giving them congratulatory hickies. The school girls whimpered and looked even more terrified. Seeing this, Adijah waved her soldiers back.

“We’ve done well this night!” she told her troops. “We’ve rescued a dozen humans from the Bhlegoth **** pits and shown our skill with blade and bow. There will be half a dozen fewer slimy devils to face us in the final battle, making our ultimate victory that much more certain.” The succubi cheered. “There were some who were… concerned,” the general smiled wryly at this, “about the wisdom of openly challenging another demon lord so soon in our campaign.” Krystal blushed – she’d been more than a little “concerned” herself. “I trust this little adventure has given you more faith in me… and in yourselves.” The succubi cheered themselves hoarse.

“All the warriors who went on this raid acquitted themselves with valor and skill, and all deserve rewards,” the general went on after the latest round of cheering died down. The raiders cheered again, Krystal joining in. “But a few deserve special mention.”

“Captain Plum, for her skill in leading her own detachment and for personally preventing the escape of the last Bhlegoth.” The General pulled Plum into an embrace, kissing her deeply. “You’ll be getting something special tonight,” she promised in a voice so dripping with sexual promise that Marilyn Monroe would sound like Gilbert Gottfried next to it. The succubi whooped.

“Sergeant Mindy, for the blow she struck at the enemy after being disarmed, is promoted to Mistress-Sergeant.” The general kissed the blonde succubus and felt her up. “You’ll be getting something special too.”

“Krystal, our newest recruit, for killing a Bhlegoth demon in her very first battle, has earned full membership in our sisterhood.” As the succubi cheered more wildly than ever the general pulled Krystal into a deep soul-kiss, cupping the newly made demon’s crotch with her right hand. Krystal felt a massive orgasm rip through her body, and when she looked down she saw a single tiny black button had appeared on her red shorts. She blinked in surprise, and once again saw the chain-mail bikini bottoms in which she’d gone into battle. She shook her head – her new demonic senses were still confusing her a bit, she wasn’t sure how to interpret everything yet.

“Tonight we celebrate,” Adijah told her troops, eliciting yet another cheer, “and tomorrow – EARLY tomorrow – we get back to work.” That brought a groan, but the succubi were smiling even then. Victory does wonderful things for morale, after all. Besides, when work involves seeing how many orgasms you can give each other, overtime is something to look forward to.