Progress

Weeks had passed, and the two newest acolytes of the coven had progressed swiftly. Their knowledge and ability progressing at an unprecedented rate. Maximilian watched them practising the arts of siphoning life energy from captured wildlife, a lecherous smile on his face as Josette funnelled the life energy from a captive squirrel. The tiny creature squeaking pathetically as it died, a small faintly glowing stone manifesting in the young woman's hand.

Power, it seemed, agreed with her, the elder warlock thought, marvelling on how she'd grown from a waifish wallflower into a seductive temptress almost overnight. Even wearing the robes of an acolyte it was clear her figure was the envy of many a woman in town. Her large, full breasts, wide hips, sultry expression known to turn many a man into mere putty.

The other new acolyte however made Josette seem almost plain in contrast, her robes cut to show as much of her pale skin as possible, the dark tattoos that covered most of her body lending credence to the rumours of her carnal exploits. She glanced up and smiled at the coven leader as the rabbit before her let out a pained squeak, her cold eyes seeming to glow as the harnessed life **** coalesced into a small stone in her palm.

Maximilian smirked darkly as he clapped his hands for attention from the acolytes. “Excellent, it seems most of you are getting a hang of the fundamentals, though I see a few areas in dire need of address.” He droned on, pointing out where each acolyte was failing and where improvements could be made. As the acolytes shuffled out of the dank cellar one by one, he stopped one of them, “Remen, see to it these corpses are...disposed of.” He ordered the junior warlock, before moving to block Clara and Josette's exit.

“And you two have shown remarkable progress in the last few weeks.” He said, barely able to contain his leering, as he motioned for them to follow him upstairs, “I think it may be time for some...extra curricular study.”

He didn't see the look the two young women exchanged, or the lustful hunger in their eyes as they followed after, perfectly round asses sashaying enticingly.