A (pleasant?) surprise.

According to ‘Econimica Estara Volume 4 – The Southern Provinces’ Brugraht had only 150 residents and according to ‘The superior guidelines of the modern army’ a village of that population should only have a dozen badly trained soldiers at best.

Or to put it short, a little bit of fireworks and nobody should oppose him. ‘Or at least that’s what I thought.’ Uklag sits in a cell, but he smiles. He had entered the village an hour ago and upon entering was immediately questioned by a wandering knight. If he had been stopped by a guard he would have just altered their mind but knight was often trained against that sort of influence.

So he went with the obvious thing, acted like he could barely speak their language and tried to convey that he had lost his mistress, who he was supposed to meet in Brikstrat to play the part of the incompetent mage in ‘The man that thought he could spell’.

It is a tasteless play where a man learns magic from his naïve female master, but quickly proves that he can’t do anything right. After that it’s bad puns and even worse misinformation about magic (you can’t ACCIDENTLY summon an Arch Demon) before he eventually gives up and goes to the judge, who then mercifully allows him to live at the cost of his fingers and tongue.

It had worked well enough, the knight told him to wait in this cell while she went to search for his mistress. Of course she wouldn’t find anybody, he had given her two wrong names. ‘But she really was hot.’ Uklag thinks to himself, ‘Nice curves, wonder what size of breasts she was hiding under that armour. Brown hair and brown eyes isn’t the most exciting combination but whatever, if she stays in the area I will see her again sooner or later.’

He stands up and walks to the iron bars, thinking about how to break out. “Yo, neighbour.” Uklag looks up, in the cell over sits a man with pale skin, white hair and red eyes. “Don’t know if you can even understand me. From how you spoke to that knight I doubt that, but I need somebody that I can talk to that isn’t that crazy whore over there.” His deep voice fits his muscular exterior.

A giggle comes from the cell to Uklag’s right. A wall makes it impossible to see who is talking but the voice is female. “I may be slightly insane but I am no whore, you Zarima scum. I mean which man in his right mind tries to trade in Estara?” “Smuggling. What is what you do again?”

“Murdering for money.” Uklag laughs, “So you don’t sell your body but other people’s blood? That’s just another form of whoring.” The Albino looks confused, “Oh, I am sorry, did I have you fooled too?” The woman in the neighbouring cell starts laughing as well. “Well, yeah actually. But if you can understand me all the better. My name is Droy, that insane woman is Alratha.” “Nice to meet you~” the assassin chimes in “I can assume that Brotkharthatakatatata isn’t your real name?”

“It’s Uklag.” The mage, “So what do you two sit in here for?” “Smuggling. Actually it’s trading while being a man in the official Estarian Law, but it I have to sit for 6 more years either way.” A metallic sound, Alratha has kicked her cell bars. “I was just minding my own business, killing people for money, when suddenly that knight shows up and knocks me out. Now I have to sit here until a judge comes by and sentences me to death.”

Uklag taps against the lock of his cell door. “So, I have three questions for you people.” “Fire away, can’t be worse than the boredom.” Droy grunts, “First, is that woman attractive?” A not so sane laugh, “Oh you certainly ask the important things first, wannabe Mage~. To answer your question I am the hottest thing since the Queen.”

Uklag looks over to the Albino, who sighs and answers, “Well if she wasn’t batshit crazy and laughing all the time I would say she is one of the most attractive girls in this country.” “You flatter me, Droy.” She says with a snicker.

“Second, where do you draw the moral line?” Droy laughs, “What is this the recruitment for evil henchmen?” shrugs his shoulder and blinks with one eye. “You serious? Ah whatever, so for me it depends how much money you offer me.” “Same, see Droy we DO have something in common.”

“And for the third question. Why do you think the guard hasn’t tried to shut us up yet?” Silence. A few seconds later the sound of iron hitting stone. “What?” the Albino asks. In response Uklag grips the lock of his cell, a strained look appears on his face but then the iron melts away. No, it doesn’t melt it flows away and becomes puddle of water on the floor.

He pushes the door open and steps out. “How did you do that?” Droy demands to know. “Oh, it’s a rather nasty trick actually. First you make them think about all kinds of disturbing stuff. Like how they are going to kill their own family. Afterwards you overpower their minds with happy thoughts, then you do the disturbing stuff again and so on. Eventually the person either overcomes the influence or shuts down under the stress of the constant change of emotion. Then I transmutated the lock, which is a fucking hard thing to do without runes by the way.”

The woman laughs as Uklag takes the keys of the unconscious guardswoman. “So our wannabe Mage is an actual Mage huh, a strong mage as well.” Uklag walks over to his short time neighbour. Inside stands a beauty with raven black, wavy hair. Her fair skin is unnaturally clean for the environment and her pinks lips smile seductively. “Mhm, I have two more beautiful girls at home.” Uklag says. “That can’t be, have you seen these?” She pulls up her prisoner gown and reveals two big breasts with pink nipples. “Those are very nice, yes. What about the backside?” The murderess smile becomes slightly maniacal as she turns around. Bending downwards she presents Uklag with the rounding of her naked arse. “Mhm, no my girls win in that department. Whatever, here is my fourth question.”

“I thought you only wanted to ask three?” Alratha asks while readjusting her clothes. “I lied. Want to work for me? You will be freed and come into my ca….ehem…base, get a job, maybe die to a Demon Lord and have the absolute pleasure to work for me.”

“I’m in.” Alratha says and leans as close as possible, her amber eyes looking completely sane for a moment. “If you get me out of here I will be yours.” Uklag smiles and opens the door. Dancing the Assassin leaves her cell. “Free, after only a week, Saeletra be thanked.”

Uklag then turns to Droy. The Albino looks at him with calculating eyes. “Who else works for you?” he asks. “For me directly? Well there are two demons I have bound to me.” He shows the former smuggler the mark, Alratha whistles when she sees the lines. “And what’s that about a Demon Lord.” “Don’t worry about that, you can leave before I summon the thing.” Uklag looks at the prisons entrance. “Look, I understand your scepticism but you either follow me now or rot in this cell.”

Droy thinks for another few seconds before nodding. “Okay, take me with you.” Uklag turns the key and the Albino steps out. He takes a deep breath, “Ah, the air as a free man. What’s the plan now?” Uklag laughs. “We walk out of here, I have what I wanted.” “What would that be?” Alratha asks and follows Uklag, who grabs his staff, which the guard had confiscated earlier. “A beautiful woman who would suck my cock. Don’t you fulfil that notion, Alratha?” The Assassin laughs loudly. “I said I am yours, so why the hell not.”

They then walk out through the front door. Outside a guard instantly stops them “Wait, in the name of the Queen, I demand that you….” “Sorry, I really don’t have time for this.” Uklag throws a non-lethal thunderbolt at the woman, who then falls to the ground a twitch occasionally running through her paralyzed limbs.

“Evocation as well?” Droy makes an impressed noise. “Trust me, I get that all the time.” Uklag says and walks on. Nobody tries to stop him again. On the way to the meeting point Droy speaks up again. “Shouldn’t we have tried to get out without being seen? They will sent search parties for you now.”

“Exactly what I am hoping for. To my knowledge the knights in this kingdom are supposed to be beautiful, right?” Alratha snickers, “Not as beautiful as me, but I dreamt about sleeping with more than one of them.”

Droy still doesn’t look convinced and Uklag sighs, “All you need to know is that I have a plan.” “Okay…. Do I have to call you Master now as well?” “Still thinking about that one. Ah there she is.”

Celine had been barely visible to Uklag, which to him showed the magnificence of his own enchantment, but by now he could make her out between the trees. She sat on a simple rock, eyes turned towards the city.

“Celine, have you been a good girl in my absence?” The blonde looked over to Uklag and was surprised to find him in the company of two other people. “Of course, Master Uklag.” Droy looked at the huntress with great interest. “She doesn’t look demonic at all.” Uklag chuckles, “Because she isn’t, she is my succubi’s servant.”

Alratha laughs, “What? How does that make sense?” “It was their condition to serve me, don’t question demons.” Alratha is still amused at the notion and turns to Celine. “I do like her outfit though. Can I get something similar if I prove loyal to you?”

“I will think about it. For now you can strip of these old prison clothes.” Alratha follows his command and a couple of seconds later she is naked. With the red light of the last day hours playing around her curves she steps towards Uklag.

“Wait. I just made a decision.” He points at Droy, “You should call me Boss or something, getting called Master by another dude feels wrong.” He then turns to Alratha gain, “You on the other hand call me Master Uklag like the rest.”

“Very well, Master Uklag.” Alratha says. Droy is openly starring at the naked assassin. “Like what you see?” she asks and bends towards him, pressing her breasts together with her shoulders. “Well, sadly I have an appointment with the master already.” She gets on the knees before the standing Uklag and undoes his belt. Pulling down his pants she puts a hand around his cock and jerks it. It quickly fills with blood and the raven-haired assassin puts her velvety lips around the hardening cock.

Uklag puts one of his hands on Alratha’s head to guide her movements. To his side the Albino is still captivated “Droy, I appreciate your attention, but I think you can have fun with Celine yourself.” Celine looks at the Albino, then at the bulge in his brown prisoner outfit. “The mistresses only forbad me from doing anything with Master Uklag.” She says seductively. “So you are free to use me, mighty Droy.” That does it for the Albino, he grabs her by the hand and disappears into the woods.

“Better. Now, you filthy blood-whore. Is that all you can do?” Alratha manages to get half his cock into her mouth before gagging and having to pull up again. She tries to do more a couple of times but never manages. “Stop.” Uklag commands. Alratha pulls back with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, Master Uklag, I have never handled such a massive piece of meat.” She says while jerking him.

Uklag pulls her up. “I will have An teach you how to suck my dick properly at another time, for now I will take another hole of yours.” He guides her a nearby tree and tells her to bend forward. Her hands pressed against the tree, her arse in the air, Uklag stands behind her and rubs his penis along her entrance to get it wet before pushing into the assassin.

“YES, by Saeletra, this bliss is what I want.” She screams as Uklag fucks her. The movements that have been slightly difficult at the beginning become easier and easier as Alratha becomes extremely wet. Shouting, laughing and moaning her ecstasy out into the woods, praising the name of her goddess as the mage behind her fucks her with hard thrusts.

Her breasts jiggle with each meeting the two hips experience. Uklag grabs one of the soft lumps and fondles it, playing with the nipple, getting even more lustful reactions from the assassin. “Master, Master, your cock, it fills me to the brim.” A long single shout and Alratha comes for the first time. Uklag simply carries on, only focused on his own release. “Use my body, yes, nobody has fucked me like that before.” Alratha’s fingers claw at the tree.

“What is going on here?” Uklag doesn’t need to turn his head to know who it is. “Hey Al, just getting used to ridding the new horse.” The redhead walks around him and looks at the assassin. “Is she good?” she asks and leans down, pressing her lips on Alratha’s. Muffled moans and wet noises come from the dance of tongues. “She is alright.”

Aelana pulls back when the assassin shouts in her second orgasm. “She kisses alright, too.” She steps at Uklag’s side and kisses him. Their kiss lasts for a while, the expression on Aelana’s face becoming needier by the second. Then she pulls back again. “Yeah, you are better.” She says, “Gotta say she does sing nicely though. What tone will she make when I do this?” Aelanas hand reaches down and starts to rub the assassin’s clit.

The answer to her question is silence. Alratha first screams in delight before arching back, a silent shout on the lips. A squirt of liquid run down the succubus hand, who continues to rub her victim for a few more minutes before pulling back and licking the sweet juice of her fingers.

“How many does that make?” She asks the panting Alratha. “Th-three. Argh, so-oo-o goood” “Oh? He only lets me have one, lucky girl. Where is Celine by the way?” “She is currently having fun with our other newcomer, where is An?”

“Still transporting our prize, I will tell you about it later.” Uklag groans affirmatively. Aelana gets under Alratha and starts applying her tongue where her hand at worked before. “Ohhhhhhhh, yaha, Oh!” The assassin is in a state where the only noises she utters are a jumbled mess.

Not that it matters much to Uklag though, he picks up his speed a final time as he feels his own orgasm approaching. He thrusts a few more times before commanding, “On your knees.” And pulling out. Alratha follows his command as quickly as possible. Aelana is already jerking his cock to near explosion when the two faces are finally next to each other and he let’s go.

His semen messes up their hair, their faces and their greedily opened mouths. Once his orgasm is over the succubus takes the oppurtinity to suck the remaining semen from him while the assassin simply leans on the tree she was previously fucked against.

“Best jail break ever.” She mumbles. Uklag basks in the afterglow for a little while before nature sets in and his cock becomes flaccid in the succubus’ mouth. “Ah, that is relieving.” He says and sits down next to the barely conscious assassin.

“So, what exactly is she?” Aelana asks and cuddles into his free left side. “She says she is an assassin or something of the sorts, might be useful. At the very least she is hot.” “Not as hot as me.” “Not as hot as you or your sister. But she does have bigger tits.” Aelana looks up at him, “You know we can change that?” Her breasts grow until they are slightly bigger than Alratha’s. “Yeah, but I prefer it if you use whatever body type you are comfortable with, makes for better sex in my experience. At the very least your sister is way better when she is using her natural form.”

The succubus breasts go down to their normal size, “If you say so. And the other newcomer?” “A guy named Droy, smuggler, my hope is he has some connections we can use to gather information’s.” As if on que the two come from the woods, Droy’s hair is slightly dishevelled while Celine is a complete mess, but she looks very happy about it.

Until she sees Aelana. “Mistress! I’m so sorry that you see me in such an unsightly way.” Her mistress gives a sultry smile, “You think a sex demon such as myself would complain about my servant looking freshly fucked? Seems I have to teach you a little bit. Was my submissive servant to your liking, Droy?”

Droy gives a thumbs up, “Very much so. Ergh, what shall I call you?” Aelana furthers the question to Uklag. “For my succubi its Mistress. This is Aelana, her sister Analea should join us soon. This goes for you too Alratha.” The assassin nods with a small chuckle. “Of course, Master Uklag.”

Analea joins the group of five after thirty more minutes, she has a small man in toe. “Oh, even more newcomers, I want to hear all about it.” She says. Uklag stands up, “Not here, let’s return and have something to eat first. Celine do we have enough for five people?” “I am afraid no, Master Uklag.”

“Go hunt then, Droy, Alratha one of you capable of searching for foot?” Alratha shakes her head, “I am more skilled at tracking humans than beasts.” However Droy raises his hand, “As a smuggler you often have to survive of the wild, I will accompany Celine.”

Uklag claps his hand together. “Very good. Then we five will return to the base. You two come after us later, and Droy.” “Yes, Boss?” “Don’t try to fuck her until we have eaten. I’m hungry and would be very mad if you delayed my meal.” Droy nods. “Okay, I can do that.”

“Then until later.” Uklag starts to walk ahead.