The ones left behind

"Urgh... hi Ari." You look up at the blonde tiefling currently sitting with her knees on your chest.

"So, how did it go? Is he dead?" The warlock looks down at you with an excited smile and leans down so that her hands rest against your chest.

"Yeah, there's one less lich on Imporne. He's all the way dead, actually: turns out there are some downsides to locking your soul away in a mana crystal. I'll tell you all about it in a while, but I've still got some stuff to take care of first." You shift your body under her, but she steadies her knees to stay on top.

"Oh?" She sits back slightly and looks down at you with a questioning gaze.

"Yeah, I agreed to bring in Annie and Cindy full-time as servants in the dungeon. Wrote a contract, actually, so I need to go and do that right about now." Another squirm does little to shift her from her perch.

"Oh, I don't mind if you take a few minutes," Annie speaks up from across the room, and Cindy nods in agreement.

"No, it's alright, I've got this," you take the rebellious adventurer in your arms, and she squirms as you stand up while holding her. Before you can even put her down another feminine body slams into your side and you stumble.

"Couldn't stop with one, eh?" The other half-daemon wraps her arms around you, giving you a tight hug. Relief is plain on her pretty face.

"Nope, apparently not. I really wouldn't mind a bit of space though, still getting used to having my dungeon back." The two elves step back but are immediately replaced by two angels.

"I hope you taught everyone who saw you not to mess with us, my lord." "Welcome back, my lord! I was worried you wouldn't come for us!" You give each of them a squeeze and then let them go, but are instantly entangled by the strong tail of a snake.

"Warm..." Tlax squeezes her body into yours, pushing herself up your body so that she's able to hook her chin over your shoulder. "It wasss dark in there. Don't make a habit of losssing your dungeon, or I might think about joining them nexsst time." She moves her head in front of yours and gives a quick smirk to make it clear that she isn't serious about the last bit, then pulls you back into your hug.

"Good too see you too, babe. Look, I'd really love to have a 'welcome back' party, but I really do need to wrap things up first..." Tlax unwinds herself from you, and you brace yourself for another impact out of habit. After standing still for a second in anticipation and then realizing that that's everyone, you finally set off towards the summoning portal, a crowd of adventurers and champions following you. A staircase and a portal later, your group stands in the summoning room. Lucia's group eagerly watches as you step into the pentagram in the middle and the evil rune begins to glow with an eerie red light. A sheet of parchment appears in your left hand with a puff of flame and a quill in your right, and you begin to write.

"Anne Mary Eriksson, please step forward." The adventurer stays rooted to the spot. "Annie, you asked for a chance to sign this contract. If you turn it down, you won't get another."

"Now that I'm here, it seems... I don't know." She fidgets and looks at her feet. A closer look reveals she's shivering.

"Wasn't this your idea?" Cindy laughs, no tension in her body. "Would it help if I went first?" The rogue wraps her arms around her friend, who calms down slightly in her arms.

"Very well. Cynthia Jane Rogers, please step forward." The rogue gives her friend one more squeeze, then turns and confidently steps into the circle. You begin to write.

• Cynthia Jane Rogers agrees to place her immortal soul in the possession of the undersigned, Azazel.
• Azazel pledges to bind this soul in the body of Cynthia Shadowmantle, making her into an underling in Azazel's employ.
• Cynthia Shadowmantle's class will change to Underworld Maid.
• This contract is irrevocable, in whole or in part, under the witness of the gods of the heavens and the daemon lords of the hells.
• ________ (Signature, Cynthia Shadowmantle/Cynthia Jane Rogers)
• Azazel (Signature, Azazel)

"There, does this contract look good to you? We can negotiate the class term or add more if you'd like, but the rest is as per our prior contract." The rogue reads the lines one by one, a look of serious concentration on her face.

"Say, what's this new class? Do I have to give up being a rogue?"

You shrug. "Just something I found in the options which sounded like it might fit. You can keep your old class instead if you'd like, but I doubt it'll be much use as an underling in my dungeon. This felt like it might do more to enhance your more relevant skills." After placing the quill behind your ear, you run your hand down your side and reach between her legs, earning a shudder as you stroke her over her skimpy outfit. "Besides, you mentioned you may be interested in pursuing a... daemonic heritage in the future? This class will likely be your opportunity to do so."

"Mmm, I guess you have a point." Cindy takes another moment to read through the terms, enjoying your ministrations as she does. "Okay." An audible gulp sounds through the room. "This is it, I guess. I don't know what to expect but every instinct I have tells me I'm making a life-changing decision even though this is just a game."

"That you are." Each word is punctuated a bit as you roll them over your tongue. She signs the paper and the portal flares to life, pulling her inside.

"CINDY!" Annie starts towards the portal, but Celestina catches her before she can get far. "Let me go! I need to help her!" Red light spews from the hole, and a moment later a woman's shadow is visible. Cindy pulls herself from the pit and looks down.

"Wow, it really worked." She taps at the air for a second and nothing happens. "People always said that Arkus was a cutting-edge ARG, but this is way more than that. Neat!" The newly-minted maid steps over to her terrified friend and gives her a hug. "Hey Annie, it's me. Ooh, you feel nice." The redhead strokes her friend's brown curls, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of the strands moving between her fingers. "Oh my god, Annie, you've got to try this. I'm really in here: it's so cool."

"Say, Cindy, when did we meet?"

"Are you kidding? Twenty-six years ago in university, duh." The maid keeps toying with her friend's hair.

"Wow, it really is you." Annie gives her friend one last squeeze then steps out of her arms and walks towards you unsteadily. "Okay, daemon, I'm ready."

Another copy of the contract and another summoning later, the ex-mage stands hugging her friend once again. "Oh wow, it really does feel so real. I didn't even realize it felt slightly off until now, but this is... perfect." Lucia and her friends stand in the backwards, lost in thought as they watch the two ex-adventurers' experience. "Okay, um, master...? What are your orders?" Annie looks at you with a bit of apprehension as she speaks.

"Just keep training under Zal for now," you walk over to their now-official superior and give her a grope, and she leans into you in response. "Not much is different other than that, except I guess you can explore whatever your new class does. Other than that, you might want to watch out for adventurers: as an underling you'll lose any experience whenever you die and respawn, so if you want to make any progress towards your specializations you'll need to keep your necks out of too much trouble. We'll see if I can do something about that long-term, but no promises: you're my maids, not my champions." The two new recruits nod in sync, looking serious yet relieved at the lack of any sudden changes in your behaviour now that they're bound to you.

"Okay, I believe that's everything I owed anyone after today, but there's one last thing I'd like to do. Zalreanne," the maid at your side meets your eyes with a confused look. "You've had numerous opportunities over the past week to ruin me, let alone leave." The words come out in a matter-of-fact tone, and the maid is puzzled in response.

"Why would I betray you? You're my master." This sounds as if it's self-evident to her, and you feel your shaft begin to emerge and stiffen in response as you remember the sorceress of a month past.

"Be that as it may, you remained faithful and underwent significant hardships to do so. I will ask all of that and more from you in the future. Are you prepared to meet my expectations?" The maid looks up to you and nods. "I'm glad to hear that, pet. Are you prepared to devote your whole being to my service, body and soul?" She sinks to her knees and takes your length in her mouth. "Mmm, good girl. Well, I've been thinking about what you asked me the other day, and how would you like to join your two trainees in Arkus full time?" Her mouth sinks all the way down to the base of your shaft, her incredible training showing as she's able to take your girth all the way to the hilt.

"Alright, I'll take that as a yes. Why don't you come on up for a second, pet? I'll need you to sign the contract, and then you can try out your very first mouthful of me when you're really here. Based on what your predecessors have said, I'm sure you'll enjoy it." The mouth over your length withdraws with a 'pop' and the maid silently gets to her feet, standing at attention as you draft one final contract.

"Master, why does this one not contain my new class like the others? Have I disappointed you in some way?" Tears appear in the corner of her eyes. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, no pet, you've been great. I figured your old class would help you protect me if needed: you're quite the powerful sorceress, after all."

"I don't want to be a sorceress anymore: that was the old me. I want to serve you as well as I can, master. Let your champions protect you and let me do what you've taught me to do best." Her lavender knees fall to the floor as she begs: the sight is incredibly erotic and you resist the urge to bury yourself in her throat once again.

"Very well, pet, you can gain the new class if you prefer that, I suppose you've earned it." The maid's face lights up and she jumps to her feet before regaining her composure and standing at attention. "Hey, loosen up a bit, you've earned the right to be happy. Let's save that for after you sign, though." She eagerly writes her 'real' name on the contract and signs it, and after being sucked into the portal and crawling back out she skips forward, embracing you in a deep hug. You indulge her and pet her hair, running your other hand across her ass and then burying it between her legs. "Now, didn't you want to have a taste of the real thing?" Zalreanne nods and sinks to her knees once again.

The mouth wrapped around your cock licks and sucks with an energy you hadn't thought possible: even the ex-sorceress' excellent skills from moments ago pale in comparison to the combination of practiced skill and unfiltered enthusiasm going into the dark elf's first taste of your length as an official minion of your lair. It doesn't take long for you to groan and deposit a load into her mouth, and she shudders and plays with herself as she greedily swallows everything you gave her. "Was it everything you expected?"

"It was delicious, master. Thank you!" Her wet tongue starts to circle around your tip once again.

"There'll be plenty of time for that later, pet. For now, I'm sure some of your mistresses would love some attention after their long respawn, and I believe I owe the three adventurers here a turn as well." Most of the women in the room are now playing with themselves or each other at the display in front of them, a series of soft moans echoing through the room, and when you walk towards the portal their footsteps rush to follow you.