Just a relaxing day.

“Aaah” Uklag sighs as he sinks into the warm water of the bathtub. After sleeping with the twins and sleeping in general he has declared a meeting….in two hours. After all that walking, being improsend for two weeks, more walking, getting almost shot by Ulrics bow-dog, yet more walking, getting actually stabbed, getting walked somewhere, the turbulent goodbye and finally more fucking walking he feels like he could use a bath and some time alone.

Alone of course means that, as he closes his eyes and just relaxes, Catherine’s fingers wrap around his dick and start to jerk him off. “You are getting better with your hands.” Uklag comments and smiles, his eyes still closed. “No wonder seeing how you make me craft all sorts of stuff.” She says, her hand getting faster. “Painting, woodworking, smithing, sewing. To be honest at the start I found it mundane but by now I have grown to liking it.”

Uklag nods, “Good. Advanced Transmutation is easier to learn and understand if you have a feeling for the materials you work wth. Also sometimes it is just easier to take a needle instead of transmuting two pieced of clothes together.” Catherine wraps her second hand around his base and quickly massages the whole length of his cock with up and down movements.

“I’m cumming, Catherine.” He says, “You know what to do.” The apprentice in question pushes her head under water and wraps her lips around her master’s cock just in time to catch the first spurt of semen. Uklag puts his head on her head and makes sure that she takes in every last drop before letting her back up.

When he does she jets up. Her breaths heavy she opens her mouth obediently, presenting the whole load that is covering her tongue in white goo to Uklag who has finally opened his eyes. She then closes her mouth and swallows, when she next opens her mouth the cum is gone.

“Very good, don’t want to bath in my own jizz, you know?” He says and sinks deeper into the water, until only his head is still sticking out, putting his eyes on the same level as Catherine’s tits. They are glistening in the moist air of the steamy bath, strands of wet air are sticking to the upperside of them as Catherines open hair hugs tightly to her body.

“I get that.” She says and coughs a few times. “But I still don’t like almost suffocating every time you do that. Can’t you get An to do that? She seems to really get off on asphyxiation.” Uklag snickers, “Yes she does, so much in fact that the rush of doing it to her is really not the same.” “You sadist.” He shrugs, “At least I am not Meltzer, from the whipping marks I see on some of my slaves he really gets into it. Well, as long as he doesn’t damage the merchandise.”

They sit in the water in silence for a few minutes. Uklag pushes his head unter the water and rubs his hair a few times to get all of the dust from the travels out. After getting back above the surface he rubs his chin. “I should shave after this.” He says, “You really should, down there as well.” Catherine says, “Are you giving your Master advice how to groom his dick?” Uklag asks sternly. “Firstly you will do it anyway, secondly when I am the one sucking that dick I would prefer not having stubbles in my mouth thank you very much.”

An exchange like that would have been unthinkable when they first meet. Hell, and exchange like that was pretty unlikely to be heard between Uklag and everyone else, safe the twins of course, but after months of spending pretty much every waking moment together they have come to have a certain feeling for one another.

Of course not love, love is something Uklag has reserved for himself only. Loving somebody makes you hold them in higher regards than yourself, a feeling that is completely alien to him. Catherine things similarly, not because she doesn’t know the feeling but because she chooses to concentrate on the gain of power, yes if anything she is in love with power.

No, what they feel for each other is something like kinship. They know they are cut from the same cloth. They know one of them is the master and one is the student. They know their relationship could change drastically at any given oppurtinity.

So why be all formal if you could backstab the other party anytime? Might as well have fun with each other as long as they are useful. “To get back to the almost dying part.” Uklag finally breaks the silence, “I assume you have already read the whole of my tome?” Catherine gives him a slightly apologeptic but mostly mischevious smile. He sighs, “I wonder if you already know the plans in my enchantment quarter as well as me…. Whatever so even if you were to die, using electric discharges I could theoretacly reanimate you.”

Catherine nods, “If my heart were to start moving again and you could the water from out of my lungs I could live again. Rather not be your guinea pig on doing though. Also ‘Catherine Karstenstein, talented mage from the Karstenstein orphanage, betrayer of Estara, Deceased while sucking cock.’ Doesn’t exactly sound like the thing I want on my gravestone.”

Uklag laughs whole heartedly, “No that would do you no justice. However I actually wanted to get at my plan for an artificial human.” Catherine nods again. “Yes, that… you know it won’t work right? I mean making a human body is already supremely difficult, hence why you only made very crude fixes to your stab-wound and let the rest be fixed by the natural course, but even if you manage to get the heart working, the blood flowing and all of that it still wouldn’t have a soul. Without a soul it would just sit around.”

The room falls silent again. Catherine is of course exactly right, they both now that. “Now that I think about it though, maybe you can use that body to make some spirits do you bidding.” She ponders, “Yes, but the fickle fucks would likely leave the corpse after three minutes and afterwards transform its hair into grass. I swear if there are three things I hate in this world spirits are in the third place.”

“I assume number one are Imps?” Catherine asks as she grabs a bar of soap and starts to apply it to her shoulders. “Bingo, what do you think is Number two?” Uklag asks with interest and takes the soap from her after she is done. “Mhm….Society?” she makes an educated guess. Uklag however shakes his.

He stand up in the tub and rubs the soap over his toned body. “I actually don’t hate society as a concept, it is just that the ones that exist right now are full of dumb superstitions. The supremacy of woman, the morals that hold back research, the laws. I know laws are necessary but the ones in place are pretty dumb, how come I can’t cut open a corpse to see what the human body works like? In a society like Carthabathena I wouldn’t have had to turn this ‘evil’ you know?”

He sits back down after putting the soap on the edge of the marble tub. Small bubbles spread around him as he gets comfortable. “Maybe. What is number two then?” Catherine asks and stretches towards the ceiling in a relaxed yawn.

“Nobility.” Uklag says, “Fucking useless piece of garbage. Who ever thought that heredatiry titles are useful? Giving somebody something just because they were born into it sounds incredibly dumb.” Catherine seems pleased, “I can get behind that.”

Afterwards they chat about less important or interesting stuff, spend another hour in the enchantment quarter, Uklag showing her several new things he has made or planned before they finally get to the dining hall.

It is a simple meal. Uklag is eating that highest level, Alratha and Catherine tell Celine about the journey. Droy is getting his dick sucked by some **** under the table. Meltzer looks tired. Zal polishes a glass.

Indeed this is a day only noteworthy for the fact that it is not noteworty at a