Getting things in order.

The dank, dusty old cellar is not recognizable after Uklag is done with it. “Not completely happy but I can only do so much with this.” The warlock mumbles and looks around. A valve with a bucket and towels, a big bed, a table with paper and a pen, all illuminated by a single enchanted lantern in the ceiling. Most of all it is clean. “I miss the bathhouse at home already.” Uklag says and turns the valve, water comes out of it. “Well, have to make due. At least it’s somewhat warm.”

He disrobes and begins to clean himself, after he is done he dumps the excess water in a hole he has made for sanitary purposes and puts a lid back on it.

“I had expected something grander...also I hoped you would be naked” Alratha says when she returns late at night, Uklag had spent the time trying to enchant a stick. “If I had expanded I am fairly certain that we would be too easy to find from the transmuted dirt above ground. This has to make due.” She walks around a bit, “I can dig it.” She says and snickers a bit, turning the valve only to disrupt the flow of water again a moment later.

“Did you find out something interesting?” Uklag asks and throws the stick down the hole, a small flash comes from down there a few moments later. “Another failure.” He mumbles. “Somewhat, yeah. The slave trade around here is getting plundered regularly by a person with a bear head, they say he is a goliath of epic proportions.” Uklag raises an eyebrow, “A person with a bear head? That sounds positively ridiculous, such creatures don’t exist.”

Alratha laughs, “I know right, yet several people have seen it.” A regular tapping of the warlock’s finger against the desk is the only noise in the room for a few minutes. “Mhm, the world is always turning and spewing out new things. Maybe we can witness something interesting… Get back to Arlheim and try to find more about that bear-headed person. Tomorrow.”

Uklag specifies before Alratha gets going. “Sleeping with any succubi gets dull pretty quickly.” He says and throws his clothes at the small chair in front of the desk. “Don’t let the mistresses hear that.” Alratha says and peels out of the leather uniform. “They aren’t any succubi.” Uklag pulls the naked Alratha into the bed.

“Mhm, has been a while since I last had you.” Uklag says and stares into Alratha’s amber eyes. Of course his eyes are distracted by her huge tits a moment later. “Like them?” the assassin asks with a small giggle. “Only thing you have over my wives really.” He puts his mouth on her right nipple and starts sucking. “Mhm, yes.” The raven-haired woman says and lets out a couple of moans when Uklag’s hand start massaging her clit.

He continues to rub her until he feels the wetness on his fingers. “The good thing about demon’s is that they are always ready.” He mumbles and gets between his subordinates legs. Aligning his cock with the moist entrance he slowly pushes into the waiting cunt. “Master, oh yes, fuck me.” Alratha says and closes her legs behind his back. His hands on her hips he thrusts into her, slowly at first to spread the lubrication over the whole length of his dick, faster when has succeeded at that.

Alratha’s huge breasts jiggle in the rhythm of their intercourse, back and forth, as their hips meet over and over again. Moans and grunts fill the small cellar, Uklag ends forward and attacks the assassins left nipple this time. “YES! Ugh, by Saeletra you know how to FUCK!” she screams at the ceiling running her hands along her masters back.

Harder Uklag pushes into her, a few more thrusts until he feels Alratha contract around him, a silent scream on her lips as she orgasms. He fucks her further, tasting the tightness only achievable in such moments, but feels his own release closing in. Pulling out at the last second he spreads his seed all over Alratha’s chest and stomach.

“So hot.” The assassin says and licks a bit of her fingers. “Ready for round two?” Uklag asks after a few moments. “Not really…not like that matters thought.” Alratha was of course completely right. Repositioning above her stomach Uklag uses the lying woman’s chest to get himself hard again. “Suck it.” He demands once he is hard enough. His command is met and soon the pink lips enveloped his head while the soft flesh of Alratha’s breasts press against his shaft. To increase her masters pleasure Alratha presses her breasts together with her hands.

Such service makes the warlock very happy and soon he is at his full might again. He gets up from her stomach and turns the woman around, claiming her from behind. Again and Again he thrusts into her. Alratha can do nothing more than except her position as receiver, the ongoing pleasure makes her unable to think about much more than swinging her hips back in forth in an attempt to meet her masters rhythm.

Hard he thrusts into her. Loud are her moans. “Masteeeeeeeer.” She screams as another orgasm rocks through her body, hands clawed into the bed. A few more strokes and through the haze of her lust she feels a warm liquid flowing into her. Uklag has come for the second time as well and he pulls out of her after the last spurt has left his cock.

“Now to clean up all over again…don’t leak all over the bed I will have to transmute new sheets, a very unworthy usage of my power.” Alratha follows him to the valve on shaky legs and giggles. “You are a slaver, Uklag.” “Somewhat yes. Could be a lot worse for you girls though.” He fills water into the bucket.