The words weighed on Malika's mind somewhat. She hadn't considered that some of the girls might want to stay here and certainly didn't realise that they were now her responsibility.

“Hey, the boss is bushed. Or maybe she wants to enjoy some bush. Either way don't ya think she's done enough for you today? Y'all can argue tomorrow. Right now I've been promised some serious girl on girl action and I wanna collect." Pugward's words both calmed the atmosphere in the room a little and turned Malika a shade of fluorescent pink. Shanti only smiled at him and reached out to give her friend's hand a reassuring squeeze.

The apprentices began to talk amongst themselves and disperse from the hallway. Some approached Malika and wanted to thank her personally and offer their support. Strangely none of them had been so ingrained in the cult of Lagria that they felt Loyal enough to try and help Eluria.

Some of the girls approached Pugward curiously and as he waited for

Malika and Shanti to say goodbye to them all he Lit up another cigar and leaned back to rest his hands on the soft curve of Eluria's ass.

None of the apprentices dared speak to him but he did leer at a few who got a little too close.

“So what are we doing with the sisters?" Shanti asked once the Last of the apprentices had gone to find rooms for themselves.

“I say we get ‘em some poles installed and put on a show!" Pugward offered his centuries worth of wisdom.

“I'm not sure." Malika replied, ignoring the imp since she didn't really know what he was talking about.

“We could put them in the cells below the temple until we decide what to do with them. Pugward, Could you send them there and lock the doors?”

“Sure thing Sweet Thighs." The imp turned Eluria about and made a few intricate patterns in the air with his claws.

The unconscious bodies of the sisters began to disappear one by one in a series of bright green flashes. When the last one had gone the imp clapped his hands together and the bodies of the demons vanished too along with their gooey entrails.

“What did you do with the thralls?" Shanti asked as she walked across the marble floors, admiring the shine the little imp's magic had left upon their surface.

"Sent ‘em to their mistresses cells, re-animated what was Left of ‘em and ‘den gave ‘em a serious craving for pussy." He grabbed ahold of

Eluria's long hair again and jabbed his heels into her sides to have her skip across the hallway.

“Pugward!" Malika's eyes widened at him, horrified he would do such a thing.

“Relax! I was kiddin’, they're on the trash heap outside. Their brains were smellin' up the joint."

With a sigh of relief Malika joined him and Shanti and began to walk toward the stairs that led upwards to the sleeping chambers. Pugward followed them up the stairs in spite of having a little trouble manoeuvring Eluria up them. She didn't seem to be able to keep bent over and walk up a staircase at the same time. Pugward had to crawl up on her shoulders so she could stand up straight and carry him along with them. It was an incredible comfort to her back when he told her she could straighten up. It wasn't just the imp sat on her back but also the weight from her engorged boobs that made the position so uncomfortable.

“Eluria, lead us to your rooms." Malika ordered as she discovered the higher Levels of the temple to be much more complex than she had thought. On her previous visit she had been taken straight up a long spiral staircase to the tallest tower and wasn't able to appreciate just how much Like a labyrinth the place was.

“Mrrrrff!" The former high sorceress looked as if she was ready to flay someone.