“Yeesh you've had a shut-in kinda lifestyle ain't ya? Well ‘ol Pugward be the first to tell ya that those puppies ain't nothin’ to be ashamed of. Now you'll prolly get other women looking at ‘em and gettin’ angry but that's what's called ‘boob envy’. You ever seen a man? A real human one I mean?" The imp asked as he summoned another cigar out of the ether and lit it up.

“Well, no, not out in the world anyway. It is forbidden for apprentices to leave the temple until we have performed The Tempting. All of the worshippers of Lagria are female.“ She lifted her head back up as she explained, relieved that the imp seemed to have no further intentions in regards to her body right then.

“Well when we go out into the world you're gonna be able to get almost any guy and some girls to do anythin’ you want with a pair Like that." Pugward chuckled to himself sending wisps of black smoke from his mouth.

“I see." She still wasn't so sure.

“We'll get to that soon enough. Right now we got this whole place to ourselves! Let's go take a piss on Lagria‘s altar!" The imp hopped down from his seat on Eluria‘s new and improved bosom to land on the ground.

“Actually we don't Malika was about to tell Pugward about the other apprentices residing in the temple just as she realised she was forgetting something. "Shanti!"

“Whoza what now?" The imp raised a crooked brow.

“There are apprentices still here.“ Malika explained before turning to run through the vast hall toward the apprentice chambers.

"Sweet! More meat for the grinder. Hey wait up!" Pugward had trouble keeping up with her as she bounded across the room on those long slender legs of hers. He had so much trouble keeping up in fact that his cigar fell out of his mouth.

Upon hearing him she stopped quite suddenly and turned back to him. When he caught up with her she crouched down once more to speak with him eye to eye. His narrow black stare met her blood red gaze.

“Now Pugward you are not to hurt them, do you understand?" She pointed a finger at him to make sure he got the point. Of course she didn't want him to hurt Shanti but the truth was that most of the apprentices were much like her. It wasn't until they found their first taste of power that the sisters usually became insufferably cruel. The apprentices Lived in a state of constant fear, the hope of The Tempting giving them their only reason to live. Perhaps Malika could offer them another.

“Hey, you're the boss remember? I'm just here to protect ya and incinerate whatever ya tell me to! So ease up on the little guy already an‘ gimme a ride.“ He reached up for her to Lift him onto her shoulders once more.

Malika nodded to him and reached down to Lift him up over her head. His small stubby legs rested across her shoulders and he once again grabbed ahold of her ears. She wasted no time in hurrying from the hall down to where she would find the apprentices in the bowels of the temple. The higher rooms were kept for the sorceresses of course and the apprentices were often locked away for much of their lives to be brainwashed into the Cult of Lagria.

Pugward bounced on her shoulders as they ran and occasionally would scream "Yee-haa!" for no apparent reason which became slightly distracting after the seventh time. They eventually managed to find what they were Looking for however as they reached the locked door to the apprentices quarters.

“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.