Day 1 in the bended City – Spending a day with Aclysia

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So from her on out I will toss out all pretence of even acting like this will ever branch out. If anyone wants to tamper with my story he/she should do so a lot earlier than this so…Prepare for eternally long chapters.

Ulal is slowly eased back into consciousness by a warm feeling around his crotch. As a matter of fact he knows what is currently happening, someone is using his morning wood to get themselves off. Something however feels a bit off. The wet walls around his cock are smoother than he is used to but at the same time they feel a lot more lively, quivering in ways unknown to him. Then there is the fact that whoever is currently riding him is very quiet about it.

The twins are succubi, moan excessively because of their nature, Catherine is very sensitive, and Alratha is never quiet. Tienal would never come close on her own, same goes for the other slaves. Celine is not allowed to touch him and after Droy’s demise Ulal doubts that she has interest in it anyway. Tarzana is not the type to sneak up on him anyway. That leaves…

Ulal finally opens his eyes to find Aclysia’s green eyes right in front of his. “Decided to stop pretending?” She asks and straightens her back. She has absorbed the dress like outer layer back into her main body. Her arms are still covered by a black layer that looks like a glove however and at her legs a similar exterior covers her up below the where the legs go over into the hips having a stocking like look. The rest of her body has changed in to what Ulal assumes is how Aclysia’s body has looked in her prime.

Porcelain white skin glows in the twilight of the bedroom. Her elegant figure writhes on top of Ulal as her hips slowly slide back and forth. “I was guessing who would wake me up like this.” Aclysia smiles softly, her calm voice has a slight hint of teasing inside it, “Dislike it?” she asks. “Not all. I wonder however, can your body even feel pleasure?”

“That is what I aimed to find out. The answer is yes and in a very interesting way as well.” Aclysia runs a finger along Ulal’s chest and studies the way the muscles move. “I can set my pleasure nerves wherever I want at whichever concentration I want. If I were to increase the concentration around my vagina for example.”

Ulal feels nothing change but Aclysia’s eyes become slightly glassy and she takes a deep, longing breath, “It will feel a lot better.” “Is that so?” Ulal asks and rocks his hips upwards. Aclysia bites her lower lip, “Yes.” She mumbles.

Ulal continues his assault in an attempt to get a more violent reaction from the fellow immortal. Aclysia however turns out to be not much of a screamer, only occasionally letting out silent gasps. However her reactions, although very subtle, provide enough motivation for the Demonmagus to keep going. Well that and the fact that he gets not only to fuck something after a week but Aclysia herself.

Her eyes downcast, hands on his lower chest, Aclysia gets fucked from below. Her body shakes with every thrust, her straight white her flying a bit upwards each time. “How do you like this artificial pussy?” Aclysia asks, “It is a bit freaky if you put it like this.” Ulal admits, “But it feels very good, literally moulded to perfectly fit around me.”

Aclysia gives him a look that alone explains that it really is literally what is happening. More liquid drips from her crotch and eases Ulal’s movements. The witch then starts moving on her own again, her hips gyrating in circular motions. Ulal puts his hands on her hips to thrust into her even harder. Finally he is rewarded with a whimpering moan as Aclysia throws her head back in a minor orgasm. “Very good.” She mumbles and bends forwards to kiss Ulal. Their lips meet and soon their tongues are greedily dancing around each other. Whatever qualifies as her saliva tastes like honey with a slight metallic aftertaste. It is a bit unusual but not entirely unpleasant. It sure as everything is not unpleasant enough to keep Ulal from continuing the kiss.

He takes his hands of Aclysias hips and wraps them around her instead. Embracing Aclysia he fucks her rapidly from below. His heart beats quickly in his chest and the magic that keeps Aclysia alive pulsates in the same rhythm. Ulal rolls around with Aclysia still in his arms, the witch now under him. Their kiss breaks. Ulal rises up on his arms, they just look at each other for a moment, his penis pulled halfway out.

Then Aclysia’s legs close behind him and he fucks her rapidly. He doesn’t need to hold back any of his otherworldly strength as Aclysia can take whatever he can dish out. The bend however makes some very protesting creaking noises. Neither of the participants has a mind for the piece of furniture however as the strength of the thrusts keeps Aclysia panting in lust.

Although she keeps being very quiet her face speaks about the pleasure she is experiencing, contorted into a grimace of bliss the slightly elvish looking woman experiences the first true orgasm in her new body and moments later so does Ulal. A final thrust inside her and he grunts as spurts of seed unload into Aclysia’s pussy. The witch’s eyes suddenly roll back as she lets out a long moan. It is a normal moan, not very loud but from the quiet alchemist it might as well been a scream of complete ecstasy.

Ulal’s orgasm continues for an unusually long time. The amount he comes also feels a lot higher than usual. It is only after his orgasm subsides that he can guess why that is. ‘That fucker Hans likely tempered with my balls. Incubi and their sex-craze.’ He thinks as he wants to pull out of Aclysia. A pair of legs is blocking his retreat.

Aclysia is still looked in orgasm and only slowly calming down. Ulal could likely free himself but that would be rather rude so he stays inside her for the moment. Finally Aclysia comes back far enough to lower her legs. “Interesting.” Aclysia says and runs her hand along her straight white hair. “Absorbing your sperm gave me a lot of pleasure. Likely the magical properties inside it.” She gets up and reforms the dress like exterior. “Is this how succubae feel? I should sleep with other men to find out more.”

Ulal wants to instantly block that train of thought. “I rather you not.” He says and jumps out of the bed in search of his clothes. He finds them neatly organized on a nearby drawer. “Jealous?” He shakes his head as he puts on the grey robes and begins to tighten the many belts, “No, other men are just not exactly worthy of you.” Aclysia tilts her head as she thinks about that. “I understand. I will postpone experiments of that nature as long as you keep care of my desires.”

“That we can agree on.” Ulal muses and puts on the plate glove. The runes lighten up once and then deactivate as the condition’s aren’t met. He wiggles the fingers of his left hand for a bit. Although it doesn’t feel different than normal skin knowing that inside that glove is literally just black mist is a bit unusual for him.

“Can I see your wings?” Aclysia asks unexpectedly. “Sure, but they are pretty useless.” Ulal manifests the skeletal outline of his wings. “An Arch-Demon designed you, there has to be a purpose everything.” Aclysia says and looks at the mist. She grabs at the wings, her hand running right through the thick black smoke. “Theory.” She states, “Your arm is in a form of pure energy. Correct?” “Yes.” “It is very easy to channel magic. Correct?” Ulal realizes where she is going with this. “Indeed, so maybe I can use the wings as extra limbs for magic.” Aclysia nods and Ulal concentrates his magical energy. Indeed the wings are like wide-open canals; he pushes a bit of energy into them. Instantly a small lightning strike hits Aclysia’s still raised hand. The immortal does not even flinch. “Huh, I did not even want to do that.” Ulal mutters, “I should be careful with these.” He makes the wings disappear again.

He feels a finger pocking his tail. “What are you doing now?” Ulal asks and wraps the extra limb around Aclysia, raising her from the ground as he walks out of the room. “I once read that Incubi, and succubae for that matter, have sensitive points on their tail.” Aclysia says, “I already tested that.” Ulal smiles brightly as he thinks back at his predecessors humble beginnings. His smile turns slightly sour when he remembers the twins. “It’s not true. Also I am not an incubus.” “You are no Fiend either.” Aclysia reminds him. “Made by Hans from a warlock and a Demonlord of Asha. You are a category of your own. You are interesting.” Ulal walks down the stairs, her still wrapped into his tail. “I guess that is the closest thing I will get to hearing ‘I love you’ from you.”

Aclysia tilts her head again, “Likely. Where are we heading?” “Zal. I need something to eat and to drink. Also a bath. You might not mind but I have not bathed in a weak and I fill icky. Where is Catherine by the way?” “She slept in your bed. She was already gone when I returned.” Ulal sighs, “Well, we will find her eventually.”

Ulal contacts the twins through their mental connection. ‘Where are you?’ he brashly asks, he gets back an image of a kitchen, Zal is preparing some food. ‘I am on my way.’

A few minutes later Ulal is stuffing his face with bread and a thick bean based soup. Not the most luxurious of meals but it fills the hole in his stomach. “Increased energy usage?” Aclysia asks as he does so. “No, I transmuted a mountain.” “Part of a mountain.” Aelana corrects, “Shush, I will deal with you in a minute, you fuckface.” “Is that the best you can come up with?” Ulal doesn’t answer immediately as he gulps down a mug of water. “Listen here young lady.” “I am much older than you.” Aelana crosses her arms, “No, you were much older than Uklag. Jalkal, and by extension me, is older than you are. Now listen here you traitorous broad I don’t have much brain space to deal with you. My own body is a mystery, Aclysia over there is constantly keeping tabs on me and I have to think about setting up a government as well as get people in here.”

Ulal eats a final piece of bread and rises from the table. “Normally I would torment you for a bit and then break our contract, sending you back to the demon realm, but with our whole soul entanglement that proves a bit of an unknown risk. Instead, until I have decided to forgive you or do something else entirely, you two will stay with the Cult of Five, out of my sight.” The twins sigh, they have expected as much. Before they walk off Ulal raises his open hand, “And give me back the rings.”

He might as well have slapped them in the face with a Warhammer. The two clench the only bit of ‘clothing’ they have been constantly wearing, unwilling to follow that order. “Does that mean we are no longer your wives, Lord Ulal?” Analea asks, “My wives? Please, you were Uklag’s wives. You are widowed if anything.” It is as if he hit their other cheek with a spiked mace.

Defeated they hand over the rings and walk off, their whole being oozing desperation. Ulal throws the rings into the air a few times before catching them in his clenched iron fist. When he next opens the gauntleted hand, the rings have disappeared from existence. “Good riddance.” He says.

“Maybe….Can you let me go now?” Aclysia asks, Ulal’s tail is still wrapped around her as he carries her around. Without a word he puts her on her own feet and pulls back his tail. “Sorry, Eclys is a pretty light material.” Aclysia just nods. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” Ulal asks another question and gives his used plates to Zal who promptly takes them and leaves the duo behind to deal with other tasks.

“I want to speak to that girl with the amber eyes.” Aclysia answers, her melodic voice filled with the usual soothing calm. “Alratha? Why?” Ulal asks with a raised eyebrow. “Her back is likely broken.” Ulal is shocked, “Her back is broken?” “I just said that, yes.” Aclysia says back. There is no sass in her voice; she simply states her confusion about being spoken after. “From what you told me it happened during the fight with your demonic half.” “Well then, I will have to come with you. Alratha is still one of my deadlier tools.” Ulal says.

They find the assassin hiding in a small side chamber, trying to do some stretching with a pained expression. “Oh, hello, Lord Ulal. How’s the leather up in your chambers?” Ulal ignores the nonsensical question and so does Aclysia who steps closer and starts to touch down Alratha. “Wow, at least buy me daggers first.” Alratha says and tries to get away. “Let her.” Ulal crosses his arms, “That is an order.”

Alratha’s eyes go wide and she breaths in a pained breath when Aclysia starts touching her ribcage and back. A pained smile on her face she sits down on the floor after Aclysia is done with her. “I got caught, huh? I thought this was something a bit more serious after the pain wouldn’t get better. What’s wrong with me?”

“Besides the mental damage you mean?” Ulal makes a dry joke as Aclysia mumbles a few things in an old Estaran dialect used in medical books. “When were you planning to tell me?” Alratha shrugs, “Probably never. I don’t exactly plan on getting tossed away, I’d rather die in action.” Ulal kneels down and looks her dead in the eye. “I would rather you tell me. If you die in action I will have to clean up after you. That’s annoying.”

Alratha smiles and soon Ulal smiles back, both are mean smiles. “At least you are honest. That’s more than my mother ever was.” Ulal is about to ask what exactly she means by that when Aclysia clinks herself back into the conversation. “Three broken rips on the right side two broken vertebrae three further fractured.” Aclysia states, “While the rips will heal without problem your vertebrae will never fully recover. You will lose at least a third of your current agility. Recovery will take years.”

Alratha’s smile dies and her mouth hangs open. “Now that is a buzzkill.” She says, her voice cracking slightly. “Also not feasible. I still need you.” Ulal stands up and looks at Aclysia, “Can we do something?” The witch looks at her hands, “Without my magic powers I can’t help her. We could go for something more risky though. There is a high chance she will die.”

“I’d actually much rather die than spent years recovering.” Alratha says from the ground, “I agree. What is your idea?” Ulal asks. “Give her a new spine.”

That answer is as simple as it is stupefying. “Pardon?” Alratha asks. “We break out all of you old vertebrae and substitute them with a new skeleton. I am thinking enchanted glass. Afterwards Ulal fixes everything with some mild transmutation. Not much skill needed to seal a wound.” “Why my whole spine though? I thought only five of the vertebrae are broken.” “Because if you survive getting these five swapped out we might as well upgrade everything.” Aclysia looks at Alratha with calculating eyes that send shivers down the assassin’s spine. Truly, this woman cut open people still conscious to see how their organs worked in detail.

“Mhm, I actually have half a Dragonbone still lying around. You think we can put a bit of that into her as well? I am interested in the effects it would have.” Alratha’s goose bumps increase, of course Ulal is of the same flock. Three green and one red eye muster Alratha as if they are looking at a dull blade. “Intriguing. Can you create the necessary tools?” “Within a few hours.” The two continue their conversation as they eye up the girl with the broken back. Alratha’s mouth curves into a wide smile and she cackles loudly. “You are even crazier than I am, talking about human experimentation like it is a normal afternoon activity.” She fights herself on her feet. “Fuck it, I am in, do your worst.”

Ulal smiles and extends his right hand until it touches her forehead. “I will wake you up when we are done.” He says. Alratha feels a sudden attack on her mind and reflexively fights against it. She takes a deep breath and let us herself fall under Ulal’s influence. The world goes dark for her.

With Alratha laid over his shoulder Ulal and Aclysia walk out of the room. Ulal sees a red robe flutter around a corner. “Catherine!” he shouts. The black-haired apprentice sticks her head around the corner. “Ulal, you are awake. What is it?” “Can you grab the Dragonbone and meet me on the second highest floor? Aclysia and I have to fix a knife.” Catherine’s eyes dart over to the unconscious Alratha, “I will ask when I get there. Give me thirty minutes.” She affirms his orders and walks off.

“Now what do we need?” Ulal asks Aclysia as they walk back up the stairs, “I don’t have much experience with the inside of humans.” “It is simple.” Aclysia begins and they start discussing about how to best do this.

By the time, they have finally finished a building the spine it is almost night. “Look at that.” Ulal muses, “Nearly indestructible, triple source, enhances the subjects stamina, strength and agility. It can even be inserted into somebody else due to slight reshaping ability. I love it when an enchantment comes together.” Aclysia walks over to the still unconscious Alratha. “So, what tools are you going to need? A knife at the very least I reckon.” Catherine asks and follows her with Ulal, who takes the spine in his hand as a proud father would.

“No.” Aclysia reshapes her finger into a knife. “Neat.” Ulal smiles as Aclysia makes the first cut. “This looks great already.”

Alratha opens her eyes and coughs violently, taking ragged breaths in between. The first thing she sees is Catherine’s worried face above hers. “Oh thank Saeletra. She is awake Ulal.” Alratha feels two hands rise from her chest. “About damn time.” Ulal says and sits into a nearby chair. For Catherine to thank Saeletra there has to be something major.

“What happened?” “You died.” Ulal says and massages the bridge of his nose, “I have pumping you full of electricity and for the last I don’t even know.” “Five minutes, 32 seconds.” Aclysia chimes in, “Thanks, that. Why do you die when we are already done?” “Magical aftershock.” Ulal sighs, “Aclysia, I adore you and all that but you need to stop answering rhetorical questions.” Aclysia shakes her head, “No. The existence of rhetorical question needs to cease. They are unscientific.”

Ulal can already tell that this discussion will span eternity. “That aside, how do you feel, Alratha?” Her back is itching like a freshly healed wound. That aside however...she jumps of the table and lands in handstand in one swift motion. “As good as always.” She gets back on her feet. “Maybe even a bit better. Did you really stick Dragonbone into me?” Aclysia nods. “I look forward to results.” The bleach haired witch says. “We probably should not make another one of these though. It is pure luck that we could revive her.” Ulal says, “Agreed. This much Dragonbone is too much for the human body. We should use less next time.” Alratha makes a questioning expression, “How much did you use on me?”

Ulal gives her a thumbs up. “Great answer.” Alratha chuckles. “For real though?” “That is the answer. Roughly the size of my thumb.” “And that was enough to kill me?” She is genuinely surprised. Her body was able to withstand the Amber Dust at a very young age with only damage done to her psyche. “What do you expect? We are talking about Dragons here.” Ulal stands up with a tired groan, “Even Arch-Demon stay away from these creatures if they have the choice. Lucky for us that they are all gone. I mean that is just wing bone, legend has it that bones closer to the heart or brain are even more powerful.”

Ulal walks off. “Now I don’t need to sleep but reviving somebody is really stressful so I am going to take a nap. I have a council meeting tomorrow after all.” He turns at the three woman in the laboratory. “I expect all three of you to show up as well. G’night.”

Catherine blinks a few times and follows him. “You mind some company?” She asks her master, “Generally, yes, yours, no. I really want to sleep though.” Catherine takes a sniff. “Sure you don’t want to bath first?” Ulal stops. “Dammit I forgot all about that. Back down the stairs we go.” He curses and turns around.

So ends the first day in the bended city.