The Masters Chambers

When Aaralon walked into his Masters Chambers, what had previously been the office of the Headmaster, he found a strange scene. Even for his Master.

The objects on the desk had all been swept onto the floor, one of a kind magical objects cast aside and smashed without a second thought. All to make room for two of the Thralls. It was two of the male Thralls, Aaralon thought he vaguely recognized one of them. Both of them where nude, one laid flat on his back on the desk, the other was straddling him. In a position, his Master had told him was known as the “cowgirl” although Aaralon had never known why. His buttocks were spread wide, affording Aaralon a view of the other Thralls cock as it stretches him out. The Thrall who was being penetrated was sporting a sizable erection of his own, in fact, Aaralon wondered why he wasn’t the one doing the fucking with a member of that size. Neither of them were moving, however, instead they watched his Master, waiting for commands.

Aaralon looked at his Master as he came around the desk, he was looking extremely masculine today. His usually feminine form gone, replaced by broad shoulders and body hair, under which rippled thick muscle. However, his Master's sense of humor was in evidence as, despite his masculine form, he had a vagina between his legs.

He seemed lost in thought, his eyes locked on the two Thralls on the desk as he sized them up with a painter's eye. He ignored Aaralon and the Thrall who had brought him, instead of reaching out every so often to move one of the two on the desk in some minute way.

Eventually, when he was happy with the tableau before him. He seemed to relax somewhat, taking a step back and clapping his hands. This seemed to be the sign the two had been waiting for as they finally began to move. The Thrall on the bottom pulling the other down onto his cock with all the **** he could muster. As his Master turned to face him the two began to fuck each other with every sign of enjoyment.

“Ahh, my right-hand man!” His Master intoned as he stepped closer to Aaralon. His fingers snapped, pointing to the Thrall that had brought Aaralon. Without another word the Thrall stepped forward, dropping to his knees he began to lick his Master's sex with every sign of enjoyment. For his part, his Master seemed to barely react. “I have a job for you.”

“Your wish is my command, my Master,” Aaralon replied without a second thought. Whilst the sound of fucking began to fill the room.

“Well this job will be a true test for you,” his Master replied. “I have been working on laying the groundwork for the arrival of the first of the children.” His Master smiled. “In fact, the first child will be yours.”

Aaron's eyes went wide at that. The night that the girls had arrived he had been, given, one of the girls. A pale-faced redhead whose name he could not recall. His Master had watched him as he had taken her time and time again, his stamina or supply of seed not seeming to falter until the morning. He had seen her around a few times since then, had seen her stomach swelling but had not thought anything of it. After all, after that night she had been taken by who knows how many other men. The idea that the first child born would be his filled him with a strange mix of emotions.

“I just thought you would like to know that,” his Master continued. His eyes reading every thought that passed through Aaralon's mind with open enjoyment. “It might make the task ahead of you somewhat easier.”

Aaralon came back to the moment, refocusing on his Master. “What must I do?”

“I have been working to spread out influence,” his Master began to explain. His hand falling to the Thralls head and pushing it further into his crotch. “I have managed to create a nice little cult in a town not far from here. However, they are weak and don’t have what I need to make the connection permanent. Which is where you come in.”

As his Master spoke the pair on the desk where racing towards the edge. His Master turned to watch them as the thrusts became more and more uneven. Both of their faces locked in grimaces of ecstasy. Then, suddenly, they were both cumming and a lot of things happened very quickly.

Aaralon watched as the top Thralls cock twitched, sending a stream of seed through the air. The skin of both of them changing, becoming metallic. As he watched, in a blink of an eye. Bronze spread across both of them. It happened so quickly the bronze chased up the stream of seed, freezing it in midair. Trapping them both in a table of pleasure.

His Master smiled turning back to Aaralon. “What do you think of my art?”

“Art?” Aaralon stammered.

“Well, this place was in need of some conversation pieces.” He pushed away the Thrall between his legs, walking around his new creation. “I understand human sculptures work their whole lives to try and capture anything a true to life but then again. I suppose they don’t have the same tricks that I do.”

Aaralon stared at the grim statue dumbfounded as his Master came back around to face him.

“So, about that town.”