<br/><br/>“Of course I require more of you Micarmur'ss, since when is your work ever done. Now undress before I get upset. Not even a warhorse wears barding around the stables.”  Abduxuel was being haughty. Micarmur'ss' sex organs were probably being painfully constrained anyway since the new matron had those parts enlarged even more than the rest of him.<br/><br/>Abduxuel wondered for a moment what went on beneath Gul's robes. Changlings were rather asexual in their native form, so how much thought went into the package? He supposed it wouldn't be to much. After all, the few times he had to take a fully female form a nice vagina was a fairly natural addition.<br/><br/>He chuckled under his breath at the silly and useless thoughts he was having. “I'm having a portion of my chambers made to house my lovers. You will reside there. For now though you can sleep on the floor like a good pet.”<br/><br/>“Have any of the other people who fought the devils arrived back at the house yet? After such an exhilarating outing they are certainly being quiet... “ His softly threatening tone shifted to annoyance as he thought about each  or the individuals there. “And what of this Yochlol? She is not one of my children!”  The best way to get rid of the handmaiden would be to keep her attentions elsewhere. While she was around she would be received as a tenuous ally. Acting against her would be kept as a last resort rather than an eventuality like it would be were she another priestess.<br/><br/>“I'll have a message sent to the Archmage She will be pleased to know I am being received as I deserve. Trust is a foolish thing but she will be regarded as an ally of Mother's loving little family. At least until she starts acting otherwise.”<br/><br/>Abduxuel sauntered over to his brother. “Oh but you trust me don't you?” Your so dumb you have no choice...” Mother Hunger said as he raised an index finger to beckon the larger man closer to him. Once in range he clasped a manacle from his belt around Micar's neck. Abduxuel had no need to use the belt's  life draining powers, he just wanted to have his brother on leash and collar.<br/><br/>Abduxuel actually doubted 'trust' was the exact word to use for the huge drow warrior had for him. It was more like acceptance even to Micar's own detriment.<br/><br/>“You do remember Gul don't you my beast? Gul has pleased Mother greatly and Mother is anxious to see what else he can do.” Abduxuel turned his attention toward Gul. “I'm sure I know exactly what you need. A little something to make you more robust and keep you alive in a tight situation. Your heart belongs to me now and I want to keep it beating. The rod I choose for you will be like one I use myself to make my allies immune to the effects of my harmful magic.”<br/><br/>“Eight is such a special number for a priestess of lolth. I'll keep that many in my harem. Four of them bound to my belt, and four for more personal issues. If I want to add another male to my collection I'll kill one of the other's or just make them battle to the death and accept the winner.” Abduxuel sat on the bed, then slowly leaned back to recline among the pillows. The days events had left him so very tense, he didn't even realize it until this moment of relaxation.<br/><br/>Abduxuel used the house insignia “I want a very hung male who is willing to suffer for my benefit brought to my chambers immediately. All the better if he is good looking too.”<br/><br/>Abduxuel gave Gul a sadistic 'come hither' gesture. “Would you like to help me closely examine the base materials for your new rod?”<br/><br/>(OOC: will color later have a dr appointment)