Killing boredom.

The training was done yesterday. Uklag lays on his back in a small wooden shack he had transmuted together a bit away from the main camp of his new ‘ally’. “Catherine!” he says almost whiningly. “What, Master?” she asks in her melodic voice, turning the page of the book she has bought at an earlier visit in the Arlheim. “I am absolutely bored.” He stares at the ceiling. There is not much to see there, the artificial material has only a far cry of the complexity that is shown on normal wood.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” she asks, knowing the answer all well and already stripping out of her robe. Uklag hums in satisfaction. “What a clever girl I have taken in as my apprentice.” Catherine smiles and undoes her master’s robe as well. “And what a great master I have landed with.” She purrs as she takes up Uklag’s flaccid member in her hand. “So handsome and graceful.” “Don’t forget powerful.” The witches smile becomes playfully shy.

“Oh, yes, powerful.” Catherine purrs and puts her lips to better use, sucking on the quickly hardening shaft. Further up Uklag has his head raised and his hands interlocked behind it, lazily enjoying the service. Wet noises come from his crotch as Catherine slobbers all over his cock. Up and down her head goes on the fully erect shaft, gagging a little bit as she takes in the whole might of her master.

“Good girl.” Uklag says after Catherine had pulled back up to take a breather, her hand replacing her work. “I learnt from the best.” She says with a sultry smile, saliva and pre-cum staining her lips. “My wives are indeed the best.” Uklag bends forward and pushes Catherine to the ground under him. Their faces above each other. “Be happy they are not around.”

The two intermingle in a heated kiss as Uklag aligns his dick with her lower lips. A slow thrust forward, their lips part as Catherine let’s out a long, throaty moan. The walls that envelope Uklag have lost some of their tightness ever since he had taken her virginity, but are by no means loose. Slowly he pulls back and the nectar starts flowing in masses, lubricating the point where they meet.

“Ah, Master.” Catherine sighs as he starts moving. “You are so gentle today.” Uklag blows air out of his nose. “Don’t get used to it.” He says and straightens his back, a single hard thrust to underline his point. Slowly he pushes back and forth, his hands on her hips as she plays with her breasts. “I’m just very bored right now…”

Slowly he pulls out again, just to push back in slightly faster. “Well, I can’t have you bored, Master. That would make me a very bad apprentice wouldn’t it?” her legs lock behind him and she pulls him in. “Oh?” Uklag remains deep inside her and bends forward, staring Catherine in the eye. “Do you think it is a good idea to tempt me, child?” he asks. “Everything that gets you going.” Catherine answers with a steady voice.

Uklag laughs. “If you insist.” The slow game is over, Uklag pulls out and slams back into Catherine hard and fast, over and over again. Mixing her own movements into it Catherine rocks back and forth, moaning feverishly. “Yes, Ahh!” she screams as her orgasm hits her. Pleasure washes over here, clean untainted pleasure. It rushes through her body, toes are curling, her back arcs slightly as Uklag continues to fuck her through the most sensitive of moments. “Masteeeeer.” She moans. Uklag is not done, not yet.

He ups his speed, every time their hips meet Catherine’s braid bounces slightly under the impacts. There is the point of no return and it closes in with vast speed, his balls tighten as he enters the last thrusts and finally he releases inside Catherine, who shudders as she feels the seed enter her as she shivers in an afterglow.

A few minutes later the duo is in their original positions again, albeit naked. “Catherine?” Uklag says, still bored. “Yes, Master?” he stretches his neck a bit so he can see the witch upside down, sitting leant against the wall, her legs spread. “You didn’t just tempt me so you can get back to reading quicker did you?” Catherine chuckles, “I am afraid you are too intelligent to not see through me if I said no.”

“Indeed.” He looks at the ceiling again. “Now, when is that damn barbarian finally coming here with some good news? I miss my base.” ‘cave’ “base.” Uklag corrects the fierce voice in his head. He instantly sits up. ‘WHO DARES?’ he angrily screams inside his mind.

‘Well this is certainly unexpected, Master Uklag.’ That was the voice of Analea, ‘How are y…’ and she is gone again. Uklag is sitting there, thinking. “Something wrong?” Catherine asks and looks up from her book. “Nothing much.” He massages his right shoulder, the mark feels slightly heated. “Just go back to reading.” He closes his eyes.

It’s been a long time since he last tried to use telepathy without any enchantment, even then it usually only worked over short distances. But seeing that there just was a precedent set…’An, Al?’ ‘’There you are again, Master Uklag?’’ the twins voices answer. ‘Now this is interesting.’ He muses inside his head. ‘And nothing I have ever read about, seems like our little synchronization incident had some lasting consequence.’ Thoughtful vibes, he can almost see the two succubi

‘Maybe. So how are things going over there?’ Uklag smiles, finally something to reliably kill the boredom with ‘Let me tell you in all detail…’