"Yes, yes," Jadrik agreed, brightening at the thought of the hyper- nutritious elven specialty that he found so weirdly good despite its being famously tasteless, unpalatable and annoyingly tough to chew.

"Some sharpweed tea would go great with that too.

“Bah, great! So we're having tea and biscuits instead of doing some demon killing?!" Uli bellowed, throwing his massive arms in the air as he glared in half-mockery and half-outrage at the naked warlock.

"That's yer plan, lad?"

“Well, yeah, that's pretty much it for the moment, yes," Jadrik shrugged, smiling calmly at the grumbling dwarf.

“But trust me, Uli: you'll be glad about the other phases of my plan. Very, very much so, Just revert your focus on ‘butthole’ instead of ‘battle', that's all I'll say for now."

Instantly placated into intrigued cogitation by the warlock's suggestive words, Uli held Jadrik's gaze for another couple of seconds, just long enough to ascertain that there was indeed truth to his vague promise. Gruffly nodding in assent and shrugging his massive shoulders, the dwarf finally broke eye contact with the warlock, but not before letting out a rumbling sigh as he sneered: “Just put on some pants, lad, will ye sebebek

Bringing the tin cup to his lips one last time, Jadrik smirked with satisfaction as he gulped down the last of his sharpweed tea. The stimulant effects of the tangy, bitter herbal concoction would soon start kicking in, but the fact that the tea helped wash down the flatbread he had just finished chewing was already more than good enough for the warlock.

Smacking his lips appreciatively, Jadrik took a look around, evaluating how his recently subjugated succubi had accomplished the task he had put them to. His grin widened as he admitted that yes, the hell-girls had done a good job, but then again why wouldn't they, given he himself was directing their work?

“Alright, my pets, I think we're done here," Jadrik said, his voice carrying loud and clear in the vaulted hall.

"Veltheesza, you come join us. The rest of you girls step back out of the circle and carry on with your fucking. And be sure that nobody comes near the lines, we don't want the pattern to be disrupted.”

Giggles and coos echoed in the huge cathedral hall as dozens of sexy succubi moved away from the big, intricate circular design they had traced on the marbled floor using the altar as the central focal point, following Jadrik's instruction with devoted precision, Composed of a complex array of obscure demonic glyphs interlocking with arcane runes connected by intersecting sigils and lines of power, the summoning circle had been laid out with a powdery mixture of Jadrik's creation, composed mostly of the dust of bones retrieved from the countless ancient tombs present in the catacombs and then mixed with some standard enchanting powder, all of it then imbued with the warlock's strongest spells of containment. Thanks to the succubi, the huge summoning circle had been completed in the short time it had taken Jadrik to have a snack and gulp down his sharpweed tea. Now the magical pattern encircled a reasonably large area within which the companions, plus Veltheesza, stood, waiting for the warlock to proceed with the next step of his plan.

"Do you need me to conjure up some more enchanting powder?" Shayla asked as she watched Jadrik slowly walking around the circle, looking down and following the white, vaguely glimmering lines on the ground, his eyes intently regarding each little curl of every single glyph and judging the orientation of every last rune.

“A few more frostfire shards to pulverize and sprinkle on top of the outer lines, maybe?"

"No, I think we're good, Shay," Jadrik mumbled distractedly, still walking and checking, his back bent and his eyes focused intently down as he kept analyzing the lines on the floor, his expression one of deep, obsessive concentration.

Feeling Uli's and Laeny's eyes on her, the wizardess turned to the elf and the dwarf and just shrugged in response to their questioning gazes. Unavoidably, Shayla's eyes ended up glancing at the indigo-skinned, voluptuously curvy demoness who had not returned to fucking the ragged paladins outside the circle like the rest, but was now standing beside them, right by the altar. Tall and buxom and evidently authoritative in her demeanor, Veltheesza had an almost cute girlish air about her whenever she looked at Jadrik, her blood red eyes getting both dreamy with puppy love and glazed over with typical succubus lust.

Of course, Shayla knew that Veltheesza's apparent infatuation with the warlock was entirely due to the fact that he had just recently bound her and had done so in a particularly effective way, not to mention the fact that the prodigious load of cum he had pumped up the broodmother's asshole was most likely still sloshing around in her seed-starved bowels, but still the wizardess had to remind herself all those things in order not to get jealous and hit Veltheesza with a fireball right there and then. That would be a terrible idea though, Shayla reminded herself with a sigh, considering the crucial role that Jadrik's plan reserved for Veltheesza.

“Yes, we're good! Everything's in order!" Jadrik exclaimed enthusiastically, breaking the wizardess's train of thought and causing her to turn and look at him as he strode back toward the group, grinning and nodding all the way.