Travel the Victory Road

With some supplies from the kitchen you think the direct route is best. You've traveled this way before, though always with a guarded caravan. Xallia looks both happy and tired and doesn't object to your choice. Glenda looks a little worried, but she nods and collects the supplies. Anya is still flat on her back in a near coma. Thankfully both the other girls help Anya to her feet and support her so you can get a move on. As the only one with a weapon you take point, though you keep the holy blade hidden in the blankets, thinking it better to surprise any foes.

Before you enter the forest you look back at the abbey and see that it has caught fire. Perhaps it's for the best, you don't know what it would take to cleanse and consecrate a place where so many sisters were lost. You follow the beaten path through the trees, so different at night, until you feel you've reached a safe distance from the abbey and the daemons. Calling a halt you take one of the waterskins from Glenda and drink deeply.

Suddenly there's a rustling from up ahead. Everyone but Xallia tenses up. She instead calls out, "Find anyone?"

A hunter daemon steps forth from the blackest shadows. It's gray skin makes it difficult to spot and it's long, dextrous fingers and armored tail make it dangerous, armed or not. This kind of daemon is most often called to this world by mages and witches to track down escaped prisoners or to **** enemies. Their payment invariably involves defiling a woman, willing or unwilling. They prefer unwilling and even more they prefer if she's the target of their hunt.

He's naked and his foot long ribbed cock stands proud in the moonlight. Beneath it you see a pair of giant testicles - each about three inches across. You **** yourself to concentrate on the situation at hand, pushing aside the thoughts that run unbidden through your head. 'How can they run so quickly with such large balls between their legs?' 'How much cum must he make in a day?' 'What would it be like to feel him fill you with that monster cock?'

"I thought for sure that patrolling out here would net me some fine specimens," says the hunter, sounding disappointed. "It's almost as if none of them even chose to run. From the sound of things every one of them is up there in the abbey, begging for imp cock. I guess that elixir they put in the spring was worth what Lord Thoros paid for it."

"Well not all," says Xallia, stroking Anya's hair. At just that moment Anya shudders and another pentagram, identical to Glenda's, appears on her belly. Xallia gives the surprised sister a kiss and looks back at the hunter. "What will you do now, Faeros?"

He laughs and says, "First I think I will ask if I can take advantage of your kindness. It's hard to concentrate after so long without a nice warm pussy wrapped around my dick and you seem to have found some very fine pussy." He looks pointedly at you, Glenda and Anya and you flinch, turned on yet again. The water - so that's how they did it! Bastards.

Xallia smiles and says, "I'm sorry, but I've only just found these three. I want to enjoy every bit of them before I start sharing."

"Of course," sighs the hunter. "Why are you out here, anyway?"

"Well I have my three," she replies, "and I was sick and tired of seeing ratches and seedbugs around every corner. So I decided we should go out for a picnic." You're glad you have the sword of St. Magdalena because Xallia lies like a rug.

"I suppose I'll go back," he says, "patrol nearer the abbey. If I don't find anyone soon I'll run to the nearest village and see if I can take a few farmer's daughters and tavern maids before dawn."

"Good luck then," replies Xallia. The hunter crouches lower and runs off the way you came at a sprint. "Congratulations my dear," Xallia whispers to Anya. "Your dream has come true, you will bear me a lovely daughter."

"I'm pregnant?" asks Anya, pulling aside her tattered gown and holding a hand to her belly. "Yes, thank you," she says and curls up in Xallia's arms.

"So the water is spoiled?" you ask.

Xallia nods. "It won't cause you any harm. It only makes you more suggestible, more interested in, shall we say, enjoying yourself. Once it's washed out of your system you'll be as you always were. Except for the babies growing in your belly." She smiles and adds, "Yes, succubus babies have a certain effect on their mother. Don't worry yourself, I'll be there to help you."

Glenda, more clear-headed at the moment, asks her, "What happens at dawn?"

"That's when our current contract expires. Each of us will be magically called back to the abbey, there to return to the daemon realm with our prizes. Except that I will not. I have bred you, yet I have not taken your virginity. With your connection to the burning rose intact the magics used cannot **** you to cross to our realm. And thanks to the exact wording I will remain here with you three, free of my obligations to Lord Thoros, finally free."

Xallia sucks in a long breath and smiles to herself. Then she snaps out of it and says, "Faeros has always been a lone wolf. If he went only this far then I doubt any others will have gone further. Time to change." She opens the packs and starts handing out the fine clothes you took from the dry stores.