As safe as one could be.

With the aid of the two succubi seducing every male servant and getting rid of every guard in his path as well as using his own powerful spells Uklag manages to leave the mansion and step into the streets of Orstead without any meaningful resistance. The mansion lies in a quiet part of the city, but even from here he could hear the constant noise of traders and travellers that worked during the night hours.

The buildings Uklag passes are decorated beautifully. No wonder, they are in a rich part of the town after all. Rich also means that they are well patrolled. “The streets are too dangerous for us.” Uklag decides, “Find me an entrance to the sewers, I know of several hiding spots down there.” He is really fortunate that his former mistress has been involved in some shady activities. Years of spying by standing in the right spot and pretending to be unable to understand what was going on finally pay off.

Uklag smiles as the succubi heed his command. Now he is the master, and he wouldn’t let that get taken from him any time soon. And with soon he means not during a single moment of eternity. The twins return quickly and soon enough they step into the sewers. One would expect it to stink down there, but the wealth of the mighty Estara reaches so far that they usedenchanted torches to neutralize the smell.

“A rather craft solution.” Uklag says and admires the enchantment. “I think I will steal the idea.” He takes one of the torches with him and searches for a door. Down here are several rooms used by construction and cleaning workers. Originally anyway. He finds one after several minutes, a wooden door in the stone walls of the tunnels.

Voices come from the other side. “Raise or Fold?” a card game, how profane. “You can feed on these.” Uklag says to his demonic companions and opens the door. It is quite a spectacle. The two demons walk in with slow steps, hips swinging seductevely. The three men sitting inside were startled at first but soon enough fell to their knees, eyes empty except for the lust the presence of these otherwordly beings invonked in them. The succubi did what they did best. Undressing the first person with sensual movements while flirting with all three of them. The grey skinned one started to suck the guy off while the blonde started to get busy with the other two.

Uklag walks over to a chair and sits down. He would have enough time to enjoy their services himself later. Moans and wet noises in the background Uklag extinguished the torch he has taken with him and puts it on the table. In search for chalk or something else to draw with he looks back over to his subordinates. The first guy was now getting rode by the redhead, both seemed to quite enjoy themselves. “I love you, I love you.” The weak minded men says over and over again.

“So, what is it you do down here?” Uklag asks out of curiosity. He gets no answer. “Stop.” He commands the redhead, she obeys with a dissapointed moan as she plunges down one last time and then remains still. “Wha-?” the guy asks, his eyes filled with confusion. “Over here.” Uklag says and snaps his fingers a few times. The guy barely manages to focus his eyes on him. “Listen, you want more of that pleasure right?” A strong nod. “Whenever you answer one of my questions I will allow my girl here to continue. Understand?”

“Yes.” With a smile Uklag signals his succubus to continue. With the demon bouncing up and down in his lap again, her face an expression of pure bliss, the man starts to moan. “What is it you do down here?” Uklag asks again.“We – ahh – we are smugglers.” That much is expected. “What do you smuggle?” “Iron.” “Why?” “High taxes.” His answers come in very short sentences, but what is expected of somebody who is getting the fuck of his life here. “Do you have chalk or something similar?” “Pencils, behind you.”

Uklag shakes his head. “That will not do, anything else?” “No.” “Okay.” Uklag waits for the man to cum before he asks his last question, some curtesy should be given to somebody who is about to die. “Why should I keep you alive?” The man is ripped out of his afterglow by the shock. “Be-because I know things, like the way down here…you will not actually kill me, will you? I know many things.”

“I doubt that. Take a step back please.” The succubus follows his advice and a moment later the man is electrocuted. The other two are so busy with the other succubus that they don’t even notice. “Get me something sharp and then you can go join your sister, can’t have you be bored on the first day of work now, can we?” Uklag muses.

The succubus licks her greyish red lips. “I would rather help you, Master Uklag.” She says with her eyes on the huge buldge in his pants, the show had worked him up quite a bit. The sight of the other succubus getting fucked from behind while sucking the other guy off, doesn't exactly help either. But the mage still shakes his head. “Soon. Right now I want to do something I wanted to do for years.” The succubus doesn’t talk back this time, just sighing in disappointment and shaking her head. She hands him a dagger she takes of the dead guy and joins her sister.

Using the dagger he starts to carve symbols into the wooden table. A giggle makes him look over. The succubi are giving one of the guys a shared blowjob while dooming the other too simply watch while sitting on his hands. Uklag concentrates back on the task at hand, the faster he is done with this the sooner he can enjoy a piece of that demon ass.

When his work is done the succubi come over. Uklag puts his trusty stick in the middle of the table and the torch right next to it. Wood starts to meld together and parts of the table disappear as the stick transforms into a staff, the torch’s iron head is also caught up in the mix. Uklag continues his transmutation and incorporates the enchantments of the torch in his own design.

What he is left with is a smooth wooden staff with an iron lantern cage at the top. It doesn’t look like much but by now the once simple stick has come a long way. A flame starts to flicker in the iron cage. In response Uklag grunts in satisfaction – He has successfully maintained the enchantment of the torch, which now started to get rid of the sweaty scent of sex in the air.

He grabs the staff and turns to the succubi. The redhead looks angry. “Do you seriously try to tell me you wouldn’t have sex with me to make a staff?” Uklag ignores the demoness, instead he turns to her sister. “Say something in demonic.”

“I would love to suck your cock right now.” She says without hesitation. Uklag smiles, he heard her say completely other words but the staff had translated the meaning for him. “Are these still alive?” Uklag asks and points at the two other men on the ground, from the looks of their pale happy faces and slightly withered skin the question pretty much answers itself. “No, we ended them, was that wrong, Master Uklag?” The blonde answers.

“They loved every second of it.” The redheaded one adds. Uklag shakes head “Nah, i had no more use for them anyway. Well i actually i never had any use for them. But now for the next part."