“Pugward, can you...?" She wasn't able to finish the request however as the little imp released one of her ears to point a clawed finger at the door. The crackle of magic filled the air before the heavy lock on the door snapped and the heavy door forcibly swung open

The apprentices had heard the commotion upstairs and since none of the sorceresses had returned to bark orders at them they had all huddled up together in their small dining room. Unlike the palatial marble constructed halls where the sorceresses dwelled the apprentices dining room was small and stuffy. Malika had to duck her head slightly so that

Pugward wouldn't be knocked off of her shoulders by the low ceilings.

Given that after a battle the sisters favourite means of celebration was usually torturing an apprentice the girls were understandably nervous. Malika saw wide frightened eyes Looking at her and heard the subdued whimpers of fear in amidst the huddle of women. Thankfully the sisters had been somewhat lax with recruitment for almost two decades putting the youngest of them at eighteen so at Least she didn't have to deal with frightened children.

“Malika?" The unmistakable husky whisper of Shanti's voice filled the room with the sorceress’ name.

“Shanti? Where are you?" Malika looked into the huddle of apprentices until Shanti's head popped up from behind them all. Her dusky features held a fearful expression, though unlike the rest there was also hope in her eyes.

For the first time in her life Malika smiled at her friend. Shanti's lips trembled as her eyes lined with tears. Despite the tell tale crimson hue of the sorceress’ gaze Shanti knew that she had not Lost

Malika's affection. Without any more words she ran across the room, her robe whipping up around her to reveal her dark athletic figure beneath.

The two almost completely naked women clashed together and kissed each other deeply, their mouths revelling in a hunger they had long since felt for each other.

On Malika's shoulder's Pugward was almost shaken off by the impact of

Shanti's embrace. Though, upon seeing his new boss making out with the beautiful bleach blonde apprentice, his eyes widened with abject glee.

“Holy shit! Malika you never told me ya liked munchin' on the ‘ol rug!

Way to go Sugar Tits! An' me ‘ere without my camera." He eagerly watched the two beautiful women make out with each other.

The gritty male voice coming from atop Malika's head surprised Shanti enough to pry her lips away from the sorceress’ and look up to see

Pugward looking down at them with his pointed tongue hanging out. Her arms were still wrapped about the pale woman's bare back and Shanti had no intention of releasing her but the ugly Little face of the imp surprised her enough that she let out a yelp.

“What is that!?" Shanti squealed with surprise.

“Name's Pugward, owner of the lips you were just slurping away on.”

Pugward extended his hand out to the girl, giving her a smirk that flashed those sharp little yellow teeth of his.

Upon remembering that the imp's contract explicitly stated that he owned every sexual move she made Malika jumped out of Shanti's arms quickly. She had completely forgotten she wasn't allowed to touch anyone but him like that anymore. The realisation left an unexpected heavy weight in her chest.

“What's the matter?" Shanti stepped back, more than a little confused.