Redecorating (lengthy base description inside).

The days are the same. Morning starts with some good old blowjobs, afterwards Uklag eats and then the succubi are left to their own devices with their new servant. Over the course of the day the mage transmutates whatever he feels is most necessary. At the evening Uklag has some well-deserved sex.

And so two months pass before the once primitive cave is transformed into a proud base of operation. The entrance still looks natural, being a simple cave located under a small cliff in a thin forest, but a few metres into the darkness one can make out a light with a door underneath it. Behind that door is a long hallway, stretching deep into the earth. The walls are made of grey stone, enchanted lanterns hang from the wall spending a flickering light. The base has numerous rooms, the most important ones being:

The enchantment quarter, where Uklag keeps raw materials to shape his many tools, plans are kept here on paper scrolls stacked in a steel shelf, enchanted not to rust. It also contains the treasury, the entrance to which cannot be seen as it is part of the walls and only can be opened of you have one of Uklag’s rings. As Uklag doesn’t really care what his working place looks like, the floor and walls are still made of the same grey stone.

The library, albeit currently empty is the biggest single room in the underground facility. Here too steel shelves stand proudly, slidable ladders attached to reach even the highest of books. The room is only illuminated by magical lights as even though they are taxing to create they provide no fire hazard. If you had more light however you could see some of Uklag’s favourite quotes on the walls. The biggest one right above the entrance ‘I shall be what I strive to be.’ From the works of a famous witch.

The bathroom, at first it only contained a single tub but Uklag soon saw it unfit for him (also it’s hard to have a threesome in a single tub). So he reshaped the whole thing in the image of the great bathhouses of Orstead. The floor and tubs are made of marble, white with long grey lines. The tubs are made in different sizes and heights. The whole room had to be destroyed and recreated on a second level as the magical pipes that sucked and heated the water from the ground functioned so well that the constant noise annoyed all of the recipients, except of Celine of course. In a smaller neighbouring room there are hygienically otherwise important things you can have less fun with.

The servant’s quarter, actually only Celine lives here, but her room is separated from the main sleeping hall. Although not as luxurious as other rooms, it is by no means shabby. The beds are covered with furs and each bed has its own chest for eventual belongings. Beside each bed there are placates, the closer to Celine’s room the more valuable the metal it is made out of. Also belonging to the servants quarter are the kitchen, the infirmary and the training hall.

The dungeon, formerly only a small room with one pair of metal chains to hang whomever on the wall the dungeon now is something actually worthy of that name. Like in the hallway, torches hang from the grey walls. If you enter the dungeon you are presented with a statue of Aelana and Aenala sitting in the lap of Uklag, who in turn sits on a golden throne. The thing is horribly pretentious but as it was Celine’s only suggestion Uklag had a great excuse to make the thing. On the right you are guided to a row of cells that could contain several people if need be but are meant to hold only one person at a time. To the left is the actual **** chamber. There are no truly painful or overly bloody tools there, the mess these would cause are not the mage’s taste.

Lastly we have the Masters bedroom, it lies just at the end of the hallway behind the relocated pentagram. If you open the oaken door you are greeted by the sight of a king size bed, where the succubi tend to spend most of their free time, the walls and floor is made out of polished grey stone, red lines of copped running through it. Uklag tried to reproduce the patterns on the demon’s bodies and while the success is arguable it is a fascinating nonetheless. A single black book lies on a pedestal, titled ‘Thrjterna Jarkatzzka’ or ‘Eternity held down’ in Uklag’s native tongue. Besides that the room is mostly empty, Uklag plans to put his greatest achievements on display here.

The only other thing that is of notion is a row of robes and pants hanging from a metal pipe. One which Uklag grabs. He puts on the pants first, black comfortably large things and then the robe follows. A red thing out of heavy cloth, a black circle with runes on the back that can be used for emergency transmutation, and a hood for rainy days. There is no enchantment on it yet, Uklag still hasn’t decided what he wants it to be. Lastly he puts on a pair of black leather boots and grabs his staff.

Then he pauses. The succubi only notice it after a couple of seconds, Aelana was currently screaming at her sister for drinking all the cum again, while Analea was occupied savouring the taste. When they do they get silent. Uklag just stands there and thinks. “Don’t tell me…?” Aelana starts and stands up. “Could it be? You always stormed off shouting where we could find you today after grabbing your staff.”

Uklag puts the index finger of his free hand on his chin and taps a few times. “Mhm.” He says, then he smiles, “Yeah, I think I am done.” He spread out his arms, “Welcome to the first base of Uklag, master of the twin succubus, aspiring Immortal, and mage extraordinary.”

Said demons run at him, “Does this mean we will finally do something, Master Uklag?” Analea asks with anticipation. The succubus has grown more comfortable around him in the past months and has finally stopped using the form of the blonde when around him. She still uses it when around Celine though. “Yeah, let’s fuck some shit up!” Aelana adds.

Seeing the twins standing in front of him, one with her red the other with white hair, both with the black strands, the beautiful face and the expectant look in their eyes Uklag laughs. “Yeah, why not – but first let’s take a look at the list. Okay, Al, An?” he had taken to call them that a few weeks ago. They had voiced no complains and it is much easier on the tongue.

He walks over to the black book and opens the first page. ‘To hold down the knowledge I shall gain.’ Stood there, it is a slightly changed quote from the ‘Altered Thoughts’ of the witch Aclysia, her works were important to anyone who wants to learn Alteration and advanced biological Transmutation. Of course there are also burned whenever Estara got their hands on them.

The original quote was ‘To gain knowledge and write it down’ but that sounds too much like Uklag wants to spread what he would write into the Thrjterna Jarkatzzka, which he definitely doesn’t want. He turns the page. A second before he can start to read what is written there he gets interrupted by the succubi. “”What language is that anyway?”” they ask him.

“To put it simply it uses the Estaran writing to transcribe the sounds of my own native tongue, making it effectively to read for anybody who isn’t from the desert.” He chuckles. “And up here the amount of people that can both read Estaran and speak my native tongue should be about 0.”

The demon’s nod at that and Uklag looks back at the book. The double page is split into four parts but above all pranks the title ‘To summon a Demon Lord’. “So what kind of demon shall I absorb?” Uklag asks, “Honest opinions.”

“Well provided you manage too.” Aelana says, “I suggest to cross out the succubus. While I do like fun times with women, I don’t think you would be particularly attractive with feminine features.” Uklag takes a nearby ink pen and makes an X next to one of the four parts. “Fair enough.” “If you were to manage to achieve your goal.” Analea says in her usual soft tone, “I would suggest you take an incubus, they are less powerful in physical aspects, which should bolster your slim chances.”

“Plus, I will become even greater in bed?” Uklag asks and puts his hand on the light grey skin of the Analea’s ass. She blushes a bit and smiles, “Yeah, that as well.” “Then we have the Imp…” Aelana starts. “You think I would write an Imp Lord down there?” Uklag says in an offended tone, “I will not absorb a lowly IMP. The hell do you think I am?”

Aelana looks confused, “Well then why did you write 4 paragraphs?” Uklag points at one part after another. “Fiend, Incubus, Succubus.” Then the last one. “GENERAL RULES.” He mumbles to himself. “An Imp, really.” then He lightly hits on the head with his staff. “Dumb girl.”

She pouts at that and Uklag turns back to the book. “Time to make my decision…but really an Imp.” He ruffles the hair of the slightly smaller than him Aelana, “If you weren’t so cute I would be mad.”