Blessed Clay 2 – Arranging a meeting.

Uklag stands in front of his table in the dining hall. Another day has passed since he heard Droy’s story. The tables below him show empty plates and Zal, together with his maidens, is currently working on cleaning up. Of course they stop their noisy work when Uklag raises his hand. “Today I will enter the city of Brikstrat to ‘convert’ the governess to my cause. The following people will accompany me. My wives, because they already had close contact with the cities nobility.” The two giggle. “Droy for **** reasos.” The Albino smiles with satisfaction. Uklag turns to Zal, “And you, my First-Servant. You will get justice as well.” In one the rare sets of emotions the former drone shows a look of grim determination, “Yes, Master.”

“I don’t think this will take a lot of time, but the following task of getting the blessed clay might cause us to be gone for an extended period of time.” He looks over the room. “In case this isn’t clear already in the absence of me and my wives Catherine is in charge.” The apprentice looks happy by the affirmation of her authority. “That is all; we will depart in three hours!” The wooden staff hits the ground with a loud clack.

Now with the black staff in hand Uklag sits down on the hill from where he had looked down over the city the very first time. “Had been a while now, hasn’t it?” Droy stands next to his boss and looks over the lush green fields of Estaran lands. “A few months – Good memories, I fucked Alratha at that tree over there.” The twins press into his back. “I remember that.” Aelana purrs into his left ear, “She tasted quite good, we should redo that sometime.”

Analea chuckles and looks at Droy. “You also met our dear Celine that day.” Droy gives the transformed demoness a wide smile. “Fucking someone in the woods is a great first date in my book.” He says, everyone there (with the exception of Zal) tends to agree with that statement. “So what is the plan, Boss?”

Uklag looks at the sky; the sun has almost reached its zenith. “An, Al, you think Halja would agree to a meeting out here?” the twins nod with sultry grins, “”Oh, she will be begging for it.”” “Very good. Zal, go into the city and tell Halja that our little lust twins here want to have a ‘friendly chat’.” The servant bows. “As you wish, Master Uklag.” The remaining four watch as the servant walks off. “Let’s enjoy ourselves in the meantime.” Uklag wraos his arm around Analea. The blonde understands immediately and licks lips as he moves to her Masters lap.

As she undoes the robes belt Uklag gives Aelana a quick kiss. “I think our smuggler there would appreciate some entertainment as well.” The succubus makes an annoyed expression. “Stuck with the leftover, huh?” she turns to the still standing Droy. “You appreciated these ‘leftover’ quite a bit last time.” Analea reminds her sister and finally frees Uklag’s cock from its confinements.

It springs to action almost immediately and Analea slobbers all over her favourite kind of meat. “The thing is that I had no alternative cock last time.” Droy’s pants fall to the ground. “But I guess I will manage.” Aelana purrs and licks alon the underside of the hard shaft.

The blonde is not capable of giving a respone. Instead she rolls her eyes as she sucks on the head of her husband’s cock, moaning slightly as the taste of his pre-cum fills her mouth. Slowly she pushes herself deeper, her tongue playing with the sensitive points of his dick. Uklag enjoys the view, while he does prefer to have sex with Analea in her true form the sigh of his captor going down on him like a common whore is always one to cherish.

Well, not a common whore. The way Analea blows him is in no way achievable for any common woman. His dick has penetrated into throat by now and the succubus loves every second of it. One of her hands rubbing her quickly moistening pussy as she swallows the last centimetres of cock.

Having her master’s dick all the way to the base inside her fills the succubus with a deep satisfaction. Remaining in the position for moment she closes her eyes and rubs herself frantically, enjoying the way the warm rod rests in her throat. She feels Uklag’s hands resting on her head. He is soft at first but then gives her a demanding shove, Her head bobs back a bit at the forceful motion.

Analea opens her eyes and gives her master an apologetic look before starting to move again. The flesh walls of Analea’s throat glide up and down around Uklag’s cock, providing him with great pleasure that is reinforced by Analea’s occasional moans.

Using his hands he forces her to go a bit faster. Wet, gagging sounds fill the are as Aelana shoves his dick down her throat again and again. Her unoccupied hand plays with her masters balls, hoping to give him as much pleasure as is possible.

Happy with the tempo Uklag takes off one hand of Analea’s head and reaches for the left. He finds the ass of Aelana already waiting and gropes it. The redhead, who had changed her usual demonic grey skin for a milky white tone, makes a surprised squeal. With a pop, Droy’s dick leaves her mouth as she turns to her Master.

“What are you do- mhm, oh Fuck.”Uklag reached further down to her pussy. There he inserts the fingers into dripping twat, his thumb messaging her backentrance at the same time. “That is the right kind of attention.” She says. “Mistress Aelana.” Droy says with a mixture of needed respect and needful neglect, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“I will forget whatever the hell I want.” Aelana snaps back at him as she enjoys Uklag’s hand. A quick look at that warlock and him giving a smiling nod is all that Droy needs. Forcefully he grabs her head and shoves it over his cock like a sleeve. That sleeve is not very happy with the development and makes protesting noises as she is rapidly facefucked.

Uklag looks down at his demonic cocksucker. Analea is doing her best to keep his dick down her throat at all times. Her efforts are not in vain, as he feels his orgasm quickly rising. A few more times the head bobs up and down. Analea, feeling her masters approaching release, pulls back until only the head remains in her mouth.

The with one swift motion she takes in the whole of his over-lubricated dick. That final move takes Uklag over the edge and spurts of semen splatter down Analea’s throat. The succubus moans as she feels her master’s sperm in her stomach and filled with demonic ecstasy she rubs herself to orgasm.

Perhaps spurned on by the load moans of Analea Droy takes his efforts to fuck Aelana’s face to the maximum. The redhead has long accepted her lot in this situation and is enjoying it as best she can. Droy repedeatly slams his dick down her throat until he also releases his load in her.

Aelana sucks out all of his semen as he cums and cums continuously. An amount not possible for a single male orgasm leaves him as Aelana uses her demonic origins to take a bit of **** on the Albino. Getting his sperm and life energy sucker out feels like pure bliss to Droy and he has no other choice than to stand there as exhaustion washes over him. Only when Aelana releases his cock from her mouth his legs give in and he falls backwards into the grass.

“That’s payback for suddenly **** my face.” Aelana says and licks her lips. “Totally worth it.” Droy says with a weak voice.

A few hours later a figure approaches the waiting party. The person is not Zal however; it’s a lone rider wearing the green and black formal attire of a higher messenger. The brunette lady stops her horse in a good distance from the group, wary of Uklag’s own attire.

“You dress your servants in very provocative clothing, my ladies.” The messenger says to the twins, looking at them with suspicion. “A mage and an Albino are being searched ever since your last appearance in these parts…”

Aelana stems her hands at her hips. “Are you implying that we are housing criminals, messenger?” Her twin steps at her side. “Know your place.” She adds with a stern voice. “I would never imply anything of that nature, my ladies.” The messenger says in a completely unapologetic tone. “Although my mistress has voiced concerns that you haven’t kept your promise of muting the drone. As such she sent me to escort you into the city given to her personally by her majesty.”

A few moments of strained silence. The twins can’t ask Uklag for changes in the plan without revealing the already badly hidden truth. Not moving as much as an eyebrow the mage taps into their telepathic connection. ‘Agree, we have to get Zal out of there.’ He messages them.

“Very well then. Bring us to the governess.” The messenger seems somewhat relieved about this development. Likely she had assumed that she would be killed if she was in fact dealing with those criminals. Their agreement means that there are either not or she would be guarded by actual soldiers soon, either way she wiggled her head out of this one.

“Follow me then.” The messenger says and turns her horse around.