Getting Dressed

Left alone again Aaralon figured he should at least try and find some clothing.

Any doubt that he was in the Grand Master's chambers were banished as he began to search for clothing. The ornate robes of office with all their complex gold and silver tracery, hung inside one of the wardrobes along with the various other items of official clothing that he had seen the Grand Master wear.

That made him start to think that it all really had happened but if that was true then why was Pathfoot acting like herself again?

As Aaralon settled on one of the less exotic looking robes he pondered that. He had thought that the demon had completely destroyed her mind. Maybe she had been able to take back some kind of control or maybe the demon had been banished whilst he was asleep.

Somehow he doubted he would be that lucky though and as he recalled what had happened to both him and Pathfoot. The memory of his cock pulsing deep inside of her whilst his ass was violated still burning bright in his mind. He realised that there would be no way that they could ever go back to normal again.

Straightening himself out Aaralon took a deep breath and headed out of the Grand Master's Chambers. He found Pathfoot waiting for him on the other side of the door.

Wordlessly she lead him towards this so called “Master”.