The night before Alastra's tournament

"I can see you made yourselves at home." Sahr'rhazad puts her hands on her hips and glares at you, then to the two ex-adventurers napping on your lap. Ari and Tina have each claimed a shoulder, hair dishevelled and stupid grins on their lips. "What are you still doing here? Couldn't resist the urge to stick around and gloat?"

"Actually, I was hoping you'd accompany me back to my dungeon for a bit so that we can plan out how you'll help me as per our agreement. Besides, I'm sure there'll be some other things there that interest you."

The brown-skinned woman just rolls her eyes. "Look, didn't we agree to skip the posturing? Or does your imp brain just not remember things three days in the past? Raiding my dungeon and beating me might bruise my ego a bit, but it isn't like I'm out of the fight. I'm sure you have all sorts of fascinating things back at your dungeon, but I've really got to get back to important things. Unless you plan on just sitting here and wasting both of our time fighting while the others find the Soul?" The djinni turns to her deactivated magic mirror as she speaks, adjusting her hair and clothes after the hectic fight. "So can we please get back to our lives, or am I an utterly atrocious judge of character?"

"I'm afraid you're not quite as good of a judge of character as you thought, although not for the reason you think." The djinni just ignores you, continuing to work out the tangles in her hair, although you can see her roll her eyes again through her reflection in the mirror. The two of you simply wait like that, you sitting surrounded by your champions and allies while she fixes herself up. A few minutes later, Alastra and her party step through the mirror and brush themselves off.

"So much for the imp's concubines being easy marks!" The djinni glares daggers at her allies and crosses her arms. "Look, I don't expect perfection from anyone, you know that, but boasting like that doesn't do any of us any good. Now we're stuck playing host to this smug imp until he finally sees fit to screw off."

"Actually, I think I'm about ready to head out." You stand, picking up the two groggy women on your lap and placing them on their feet, one arm stabilizing each of them as they wake up with cute yawns. "Good to go, Alastra?"

"Sure thing, daemon. Let's blow this joint." Alastra steps past her enraged employer with a smirk, waiting for your group to get ready to leave.

"And what exactly does that mean?" Sahr'rhazad wheels around, fire blazing in her eyes.

"It means, my dear, you should be more attentive to the needs of your allies—before one of your competitors is." Selena smirks and steps beside you. "So, care to join us, or are you not a woman of your word?"

"Fine, I see I owe it to you to at least hear you out." The djinni takes a deep, frustrated breath, her eyes going out in puffs of smoke. "Although if you really do expect some sort of alliance, I can't say that helping Alastra betray me is liable to make me friendly."

"Well, we'll see if you still feel that way in a bit." You shrug, unconcerned. "As you said to me a few days ago, let's spare the bravado." She lets out another huff at your casual tone, then shrugs.

"Fine, daemon, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt—for now. Well, do you want to gloat first? Maybe trash the place? Would you like me to massage your feet? Or shall we leave? Your word is my command, my lord." Layers of sarcasm impregnate her tone, and she gives you a deep bow, her glaring eyes never leaving your own.

"Look, I understand why you're mad, but I'm honestly not interested in lording it over you." She motions to the throne. "Okay, I admit I had a bit of fun, but I'm done with that. As you said, I really do hope to have you help me out, and I'm not looking to alienate you any more than necessary to defeat you. Let's go." With that, Alastra and her group lead the way out of the dungeon, and your two groups begin the day-long trek back to the tower you call home.

"Hey, can I speak to you in private for a moment?" The djinni turns around at your words, snapping a few branches with her arms, and gives you a quizzical look. You motion to the back of the group, and she slows her pace until the two angels at the rear of the group are barely visible through the brush, Alastra's group even further ahead. "Look, I honestly like you, and have no desire to hurt you any more than needed to knock you out of the running. I suspect I'll be a raid boss soon, at which point I'll be looking to collect reliable and skilled vassals." She glares and opens her mouth to say something, but you hold up your hand. "Give me a moment. Look, I know you're going to say that I'm just bragging and to spare you the bullshit. That's fine: you don't have to take me seriously for now. I just want you to hold up your end of the bargain as an ally for now. Just keep in mind, when the time comes, that the offer's on the table."

"Okay, sparing you the lecture about posturing, you're still a trickster who cheated me out of my allies." She speaks quickly, her **** smile straining to contain a glare. "Besides, you're playing a dangerous game here. Alastra's already betrayed one master, and you already have a adventurer—a quite competent one at that. What will you do when she backstabs you for one of the others?"

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to trust her. I've actually known her longer than you have: since a month or two ago, back when she ran with a different group and her level was still in the mid-teens. She invaded my dungeon with a lich who fully intended to wipe me out—permanently." You give her an evil grin. "I've been looking to teach her a lesson ever since. You just happened to get caught in the crossfire."

"At this point I wouldn't mind seeing that bitch get torn down: I suppose if you hadn't turned her, someone else would've." Her gaze softens, then she switches to a chiding tone. "About that bravado though, Azazel... keep in mind, if you turn on her she won't be throwing the fight this time, and as skilled as your group is I'm back to being unconvinced you could take on her and her friends at their full strength."

"Look, just don't worry about it: you may not respect the business, but this old imp knows a thing or two about trickery and ****." You slowly lick your lips. "In any case, remember, I'm trying to hire you: just enjoy the show and let me know what you think once it's all over. If you're right, you can laugh at me and go home, maybe after we both moan a bit about our mistakes and the path not taken. If not, well, maybe you'll rethink your opinion on me: it's why I invited you to visit my dungeon."

The enchanting woman shrugs. "Fine, have it your way. Just be careful not to disappoint me." She gives you a sensual grin, danger lurking behind her smile. "I'm going to go meet some of your companions. Unless you're worried I'll charm them away from you?" The djinni gives you a playful wink, the anger gone from her face.

"Knock yourself out. I pride myself on my popularity with my minions." You give her a casual wave and she jogs forward, stepping between the two angels. She says a few words you can't make out and Mariel laughs a moment later, then Sera responds with a quip of her own. You jog forward yourself, tapping Sera on the left shoulder as you pass on her right, then pick up Celestina from behind. The alu woman gives a yelp before she laughs when she realize what's going on, snuggling into your arms as she enjoys the ride.

Night has fallen by the time your group finally arrives at on the high cliff that houses your home, a swirling purple portal looming over you. "Alright, just grab my, Selena's, or a champion's hand and the portals will take you with us when we step through."

"Sure you don't want us to smash our way in again?" Alastra turns around with a smirk. "Might be a good warm-up for tomorrow. Unless you want to give it a go right away?"

"Let's all get a good night's rest first. Of course, you're free to stay up and fight my lieutenants if you really insist: I'm sure they wouldn't mind the company." Sahr'rhazad walks up and carefully takes your hand in her own. "In any case, see you inside." You step through the portal, the world fading out and back as you materialize in your throne room. Zalreanne stands beside your throne, her hands clasped behind her back to emphasize her scandalous attire. When she sees you step from the portal she starts towards you at a brisk pace. "Rea, if you could see Sahr here to her room, and see to any of her needs? She'll need someone to guide her around the dungeon while she stays." You turn to see the djinni eyeing the maid's bared assets. "Any of your needs." You give her a wink. "Well, enjoy yourselves. I'll see you tomorrow for the big day." The maid takes the djinni's arm, pressing it into her cleavage, and leads her back through the portal.

"Welcome back," Alastra and her party step in along with Selena and the angels. "I see you decided not to trash the place after all. I look forward to this being the beginning of a long and peaceful relationship between us."

"Don't get your hopes up about any 'relationship,' daemon." Alastra gives a snort. "We do your little tournament, we get summoned in, then we're off to do our own thing. Maybe that ends up helping you, maybe it doesn't. Not really my problem after tomorrow." She gives an exaggerated, indifferent shrug to match her dismissive tone.

"Well, in any case, that means today you're still my guest—and I'm nothing if not a good host." You motion to the redheaded maid at one side of the entrance. "Cindy, if you could show Alastra around and then take her to her room? Make sure she enjoys her stay."

"Yes, master," Cindy bows, wiping a slight grin off of her face before turning to strut towards the adventurer.

"Well, you're a shameless one, aren't you?" Alastra eyes the maid up and down. "Why the special treatment?"

"I'm afraid I only have three maids, and one is already busy with your master." You grin at Alastra, as if sharing a secret, then laugh. "Or should I say, ex-master. Once again, I pride myself on my dungeon's hospitality. So, given you're the most important of your remaining companions, I felt like you'd appreciate having a room—and servant—to yourself."

"Well, can't argue with that! Hear that, girls?" Alastra grins and sticks her tongue out at her friends, then allows the maid to lead her through the portal. "Later, imp. Try not to sleep in for the big show!"

"As for you three," you wave over Alastra's three allies and sit down on your throne. "Have you had any time to think about my proposal?"

"I'm going to bed, night Azazel, night all," Selena gives a wave and steps through the portal. Sera and Mary snuggle up in one of the armchairs, amused eyes on you, while Annie stands waiting at the left side of the entrance.

The three adventurers step up in front of you, then pause. You unsheathe your three members and they look down and blush briefly, then Hecate sinks to her knees, Vash and Circe following her shortly thereafter. You groan and stroke their heads as three tongues lick your tips, three hands pump your shafts, and three more wander across your legs, chest, and balls.

"We've decided to accept, daemon." The witch speaks for her friends then takes your tip into her mouth, lips forming a seal as her tongue greedily tries to tease out a batch of your seed. You look to the other two and each one nods before sinking down on another of your lengths.

"Excellent! And which deal would that be? Maids or agents? Remember, being my agents may lead to key positions, but I have high expectations. If you'd simply like to relax and enjoy eternity, being a maid can be great fun—just ask Annie here. She and her friend were eager to join me." On cue, Annie walks up and hops into your lap, moaning as you slip two fingers into her mouth and two more into her slit.

"We aren't here to become your sluts, daemon," Vash pulls away in response, her defiant answer not stopping her tongue from playing across your length as she pumps your right shaft.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun!" Annie moans in response, three fingers now probing her depths as you bring her nipple to your lips. "Well, I suppose we'll have plenty of time to change your mind." You give them a wink, then pause to suck on the nipple in front of you.

"Hey Aze, you coming to bed?" Ari steps through the portal, then grins at the scene in front of her.

"Just give me a moment, finishing up some last-minute negotiations." You give her a wink.

"Well, enjoy your 'negotiations.'" She makes little air quotes with her hands, then steps back through the swirling purple vortex. The three beauties at your knees blush at her comment and at the laughs of the fallen angels.

"Sorry for the interruption. As I was saying, I look forward to your excellent work as agents. I hope it'll feel at least somewhat familiar to adventuring—just more fun and rewarding, if I can help it!"

Three midnight snacks shoot from your members as you groan in pleasure. "Well, I'm glad you've made the right choice. We'll sign a deal first thing tomorrow, although we won't actually perform the summoning until after Alastra falls. Wouldn't want to distract her from her little tournament!" You give them a wink. "Now, Annie, we all really should get some sleep. Could you show them to their room? And please bring them first thing tomorrow: Rea is busy, so I could use the help." Annie gives a lusty smile then gets off your lap as the others stand, curtsying then leading them to the portal.

"You two hanging out for a while?" The two angels jump up and glide over in response. "Alright, off to bed it is then, and I really do mean bed." Mary shoots you a pout and the twin sisters each take an arm, bounteous chests pressing into you from either side. "Okay, fine, once each, then bed." The two give victorious smirks, and you give a dramatic sigh. "The insubordination that I put up with..."