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Fade stood at the head of the war room's vast table, his fingers lightly tracing the contours of the map spread before him. The flickering blue candlelight cast an eerie glow upon the faces of those gathered: Jonathan, Alistar, Marra, Saikhi, Talitha, Yianna, and a handful of maids who usually tended to the tower's less strategic needs. However, today they were present for a very different purpose.

"The Empire has been mobilizing its forces. Their spies are like bugs, scuttling around in the dark, desperate for a scrap of information." Fade announced.

Jonathan's gaze swept across the room, taking in the unusual sight of all the women in attendance completely nude. Fade had decreed it so, claiming that the removal of feminine clothing allowed for a more open and honest dialogue, stripped of the pretensions and barriers that clothing represented. 'Yeah, sure…' Jonathan thought. 'He just wants them naked and ready.'

Alistar, ever the seasoned warrior, stood with his arms crossed, his expression one of stoic concentration as he listened to Fade's words. Marra, reclined languidly in her chair, her long legs crossed and her tail swishing thoughtfully behind her. Saikhi sat on Talitha's lap upon Tali's own insistence. Yianna, moved about the room, serving drinks and snacks, her movements fluid and graceful despite the vulnerability of her nudity, Jonathan noticed the former queen's breasts were at least a cup or two sizes larger than they used to be.

The maids, for their part, seemed unperturbed by their lack of attire, their faces impassive as they went about their duties. Jonathan couldn't help but notice the subtle glances exchanged between them, a silent acknowledgment of their shared state of undress.

Fade continued, "We must be vigilant. The Empire's forces are vast and it looks like they have the brought the Brute Legion to our doorstep and have reinstated Aurra to the Inquisition. As such, we will need to move up the schedule for our trap." A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. "In two days we will send word of Jonn's survival to the Empire along with a message taunting Tarthis. We will then broadcast his location, which will be a small outpost just shy of the Dread Tower borders. When Tarthis arrives we will activate a forcefield, compliments of an allied sorcerer's power. This forcefield will surround Tarthis and block any reinforcements from arriving. Then, Marra and my minions will attack, eliminating Tarthis and his forces."

"Won't that put Master right in the way of danger?" Saikhi asked worriedly.

"Fortunately not." Fade smiled. "I will be the one meeting Tarthis in Jonn's stead. Another of my allied sorcerers, the same fleshshaper who gave Marra her deliciously sexy body and Yianna her new set of breasts, will temporarily form my face into that of Jonn's."

"So I won't be bait after all?" Jonathan asked relieved.

"You will still be needed." A ebony skinned man with long dreadlocks said as he entered the room.

"Ah, you have finally arrived." Fade gestured to the man. "Let me introduce to you Flankinstein, he is the aforementioned fleshshaper."

'Another sorcerer?' Jonathan noticed the man's sorcerer symbol glowing beneath his light clothing.

"As I was saying." Flankenstein continued. "This is no simple breast augmentation and my powers have their limits. To maintain a convincing disguise, I will need Jonn to be within 500 metres of Fade, as I will be constantly channeling his appearance to override Fade's own."

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"The Sentinels and I will join you in the coming battle." Alistar declared. "I have managed to get word to some of our other cells and they should arrive in time to help."

"Good, we will need all the manpower we can muster." Fade smirked.

"I'll fight too." Tali stood and placed her hands on the war table. "For my forest and for my chieftain."

"No." Fade lifted his hand. "I need someone here to protect the Dread Tower if things don't work out. You and Saikhi should stay here."

"I agree, I can't afford losing you both again." Jonathan nodded.

"Fine." Tali sat down unhappy with her role in the backlines.

"When you are ready Jonn, Flankenstein will prepare a tincture for you to drink, it will help you prepare for the procedure." Fade's words seemed sinister, but to be fair, most things out of his mouth sounded evil and he had yet to steer Jonathan wrong.

"I am as ready as I will ever be." Jonathan admitted.

"Well then, before we thrust ourselves into danger, I believe we should enjoy some light entertainment, don't you?" Fade clapped his hands.

At Fade's signal, the maids set aside their trays and approached the various men standing around the war room. Their hands moved with rehearsed ease, unfastening belts and tugging down trousers to reveal the rapidly hardening cocks.

Alistar watched, his eyes darkening with desire as a maid with high cheekbones and a thin body sank to her knees before him, her fingers deftly wrapping around the base of his thick shaft. He let out a low groan as she took him into her mouth, her lips gliding over his skin with expert precision.

Jonathan, too, felt the familiar pull of lust as a petite maid with fiery red hair and a scattering of freckles across her nose moved toward him. She was young, perhaps no more than nineteen, but there was a confident glint in her eye that went beyond her youth. Her small hands cupped his balls, gently massaging them as her tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock.

Talitha, meanwhile, was lead towards the head of the war table by Fade himself. She cast a glance back at Jonathan, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Fade, however, paid no mind to her lingering gaze. His focus was solely on the huntress, his eyes roving over her toned body with an appreciative glint.

"Bend over the table." Fade commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Talitha obeyed, her hands splaying across the cold surface of the war table. The map beneath her fingers crinkled softly as Fade positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging against her wet entrance.

With a single, powerful thrust, Fade buried himself inside of her, eliciting a sharp gasp from Talitha. She could feel the sorcerer's power pulsating within her, his thrusts growing more and more frenzied, just the way she liked it.

Jonathan watched as Talitha was taken by Fade, her body rocking back and forth on the table with each thrust of his hips. The sight of her ecstasy, coupled with the warm, wet heat of the maid's mouth around his own cock, was almost too much for him to bear.

Saikhi watched with longing eyes as Fade claimed Talitha upon the war table. The sight of her friend's pleasure and unbridled ecstasy excited Saikhi. Her gaze wandered from the erotic spectacle before her, drawn to the enigmatic Flankenstein. His dark skin seemed to absorb the dim candlelight, lending an air of mystery to his already compelling presence.

With a determined stride that mixed with her trembling anticipation, Saikhi approached Flankenstein. Her hand reached out, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his robe. "I wish to join them," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet the certainty in her tone was unmistakable. "Will you take me, here, next to Talitha and Fade?"

Flankenstein regarded her with a slow, assessing gaze, his eyes taking in the sight of her. A slow smile spread across his lips as he nodded in agreement to her request.

"As you wish," he said, removing his robe with a flourish, revealing the powerful form that lay beneath. Saikhi's gasped at the sight of his cock, already thick and heavy with arousal.

Flankenstein guided Saikhi to the war table, positioning her so that she lay beside Talitha, their bodies parallel to one another. Saikhi could feel the heat radiating from Talitha's skin, the tremors that coursed through her friend's body with each of Fade's powerful thrusts.

Flankenstein's hands roamed over Saikhi's body, his touch igniting a trail of fire wherever it lingered. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they stood taut and erect. Saikhi let out a soft moan, her back arching, her body seeking more of his exquisite touch.

With a gentle push, Flankenstein parted Saikhi's legs, settling himself between them. The head of his cock teased at her entrance, the sensation causing Saikhi to whimper with need. She was more than ready for him, her body slick with desire, her mind lost in the throes of pleasure.

"Watch them," Flankenstein murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Let their passion fuel your own."

Saikhi turned her head, her eyes locking onto the sight of Fade and Talitha. Fade's pace was relentless, his hips snapping forward with a raw intensity that sent Talitha into a state of blissful delirium.

The sight was intoxicating, a visual feast that heightened Saikhi's arousal to a near-unbearable degree. And then Flankenstein was inside her, his cock sliding into her depths with a smooth, unyielding thrust that filled her completely.

Saikhi's moan mingled with Talitha's cries of pleasure. Flankenstein set a rhythm that matched Fade's, their bodies moving in tandem.

As the two sorcerers claimed their chosen partners upon the war table, the maids continued their service to the other men present, their skilled mouths and hands bringing each of them to the brink of release. The room was alive with shared desire.

Saikhi felt herself nearing the edge, her body coiling tight with the impending force of her climax. She reached out, her hand finding Talitha's, their fingers intertwining as they rode the waves of pleasure that threatened to sweep them away.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Flankenstein sent Saikhi spiralling over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her in an overwhelming rush of sensation. Talitha, too, found her release, her scream of pleasure echoing through the room as Fade joined her in ecstasy.

As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, Saikhi lay panting upon the war table, her body sated and her mind blissfully free of thought. She turned her head, meeting Talitha's gaze and passionately kissed her as the warmth of Flankenstein cum filled her body.

The sight of his companions lust sent Jonathan over the edge and he unloaded his seed into the freckled red haired maid sucking his cock. She swallow his love down before passing out on the ground. Yianna quickly moved to take her place, cleaning Jonathan cock thoroughly with her tongue.