Clothed By Fear

Exiting the cave complex, Maker led Sebastian back into the estate. A large parlor opened into a back room, where something big shifted. A large shadowy form, that had Sebastian looking for something sharp.

"Master?" Maker questioned, "Is something wrong?"

Sebastian paused, quickly taking stock of the tools within the room he groaned.

"Lady Drider," Sebastian requested, "As the new master of the keys, I think it would benefit the both of us for you to stay in that room."

"And why would that be?" The melodic voice echoed into the room, "See something you don't like? I wonder whatever can it be?"

"It is your shadow that has me concerned, Driders are a race I am well familiar with," Sebastian replied.

"Oh?" The voice oozed, "Is the new Keeper of the Keys speciest? I'd be very disappointed if that were the case."

Sebastian chuckled, "I bear the Drider 'species' no particular ill will. I merely have a problem with spiders. I feel I'd react badly if you entered the room."

The voice cooed in sympathy, "You have Arachnophobia. Which makes my lower half an issue."

"Indeed," Sebastian spoke, "As your new boss, I'm required to tell you of any issues that influence our interaction. A professional must hold themselves to a standard. Otherwise, any drunk could do a better job."

"And you're better than any drunk?" She chuckled, "You're a special Drunk? Extra stamina with every drink instead of less?"

"Madam, others lose their sanity and their health when trying to keep up with me."

"A bold statement," She laughed, the sound tinkling around the room, "Something just occurred to me. Might I ask a further question about your condition? I want to be easy for you."

"I'll answer any question I can," Sebastian replied, "I don't seek to conceal information about myself."

"It doesn't manifest in fear, does it?" She sighed, "Your request is for my safety, not yours."

Maker moved in front of him, "Master, Dianah is friend. Why you want hurt her?"

"Maker," Dianah assured her friend, "He has no desire to hurt me."

"Really?" The little Kobold asked with relief.

"By the Gods no," She swore, "With the malice I feel coming off him? He'd kill me."

Dianah laughed at her little joke, while Maker glared at Sebastian in disapproval.

"I would most certainly try," He replied, "Which is why I don't want you in here. If I can't see you, there is no danger. My reaction is based on sight."

Another laugh graced the air around Maker and Sebastian, "Not try, dear. You would be able to do it. I am glad that the next wave of adventurers will be met by you. Such a strong man, even his fear is deadly."

"I take it you're the one that will provide us with clothing?" Sebastian inquired, "I hope my condition won't complicate matters too much?"

"Not at all," Dianah soothed, "I can just have Maker take your measurements. Although I do regret not getting to take your measure you myself. I am also responsible for laundering and repairing your existing clothes."

Maker snickered, "Master's clothes should be destroyed."

"I am sure they are not that bad," Dinah chortled, "I am sure they can be fixed."

"I'm gonna agree with Maker," Sebastian snarked, "It'd be a kindness you do them."

"We shall see," Dianah purred, "I think you both underestimate me. Besides, I will be able to make a better template for you when I see them. Your first set will not be the best fit. This would not be a problem if I could get a bit more hands-on."

"Maybe we should move on," Sebastian snarked, "I've much to examine today and little time to do so. Maker, go and get your measurements done. Then we can do mine."

"Yes Master," Maker muttered, "Stupid Master, Afraid of Dianah. How Maker get three-way now?"

"I am sure we can work something out Maker," Dianah twittered, "Maybe we can set up a glory hole or something."

"Okay, I'm aware what Maker's motivation is for mating with me," Sebastian Inquired, "What's yours? As far as I know, Driders can't have natural children."

"Does not mean I do not want a little fun, Dearie." Dianah teased, "I believe you would find my cloaca well primed for some cock. Plus my breasts are well sized and my mouth is thirsty for a good protein shake."

Maker giggles behind the curtain, "Too long with only our hands, adventurers kill all the males. Now we have Master."

Sebastian sighs, "Ladies if you would please keep things professional. We're all on the clock."

"Were you on the clock when you fucked Maker?" Dianah hummed, "That seems pretty unprofessional to me."

"I wasn't," Sebastian clarified, "My employment started once my orientation did. Right after I exited the pool in order to obtain the proper attire for my job. But mating with the female Kobolds is a duty of mine. At least according to Maker. Fucking you is not. So again, I ask that we keep things professional while on duty."

"I...see," Dianah replied, "I have finished with Maker, I will now send her out to procure your measurements."

"Good," Sebastian replied, "I look forward to working with you Dianah. I believe I've a plan to help solve your thirst problem. It's simple. I'm going to be capturing some of the adventures to provide a little more genetic diversity among the kobolds. I'm sure there will be enough to share."

Silence reigned as Maker walked over to Sebastian, "Master means that? We have sub-males?"

"Maker, if I'm the only male I'd be fucking my own daughters within a generation. Or my sons would be fucking their mothers or sisters. That's hardly the way to support a population."

"Therefore the only option is to take advantage of the resources the adventures themselves are." Dianah finished, "I think I am going to like being under you, Master."

"I'm sure you will," Sebastian chuckled, "I think many of my employees will enjoy being under me."

Maker snorted, "Master overestimates, You ask Kobolds stick to once a day, How you handle more."

Sebastian leaned over, his face close to hers. Stumbling back, Maker dropped her tape. The notebook clattering to the floor. Red rose to her cheeks as he stared into her eyes.

"Maker, I'll be ready and willing again within the next 5 minutes. I can go 5 times in one day. I have a tremendous amount of work redoing the castle defenses, directing repair work, finding resources, plus do my duty to the kobolds. I only have so much time in a day. As it is I'm going to double up most of those duties at first. Say schedule the Kobold most qualified to direct a job to be my mate for the day. The kobolds here can have one of my five, the others are mine." he growled, "Do you understand?"

Maker shifted, feeling the hot semen still sloshing around inside her. Squeaking out a, "Yes Master!" she scooped up what she had fumbled and resumed her task.

A low chuckle caused Maker to scowl.

"Oh, I like him," Dianah laughed, "I am absolutely pulsing with excitement!"

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Several Minutes later, Sebastian was clad in a spider silk garment. His charcoal black pants hung relaxed but tailored to his frame. Multiple pockets provided ample space for all his tools.

"The hammer loop was a nice touch, as was the built-in dagger sheath," he ruminated.

His eggshell white shirt likewise hung loose on his frame, dual breast pockets, and an arm pouch the main accessories. An empty sleeve bandolier circling the opposite arm. A simple brown vest with twenty-four storage spaces, both hidden and visible, completed his ensemble. Looking down, Sebastian mourned the loss of his boots.

"Oh Darling," Dianah chortled, "No need to look so sad. As usual, I have just the thing to turn that frown upside-down."

Maker ran into the room carrying knee-high boots. An obvious steel toe and steel-capped heels served for the base of a black leather triumph. A side pouch on each gave more room for gear.

"The red sinew thread is a nice touch, you do good work Dianah," Sebastian congratulated, "Once I get things going, I do believe I will have you design the uniforms for us all."

"I shall look forward to those late nights," Dianah flirted, "Those long late nights."

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Leaving Dianah's boudoir, Maker and Sebastian continued onward.

"Now that we're properly attired, were am I meeting her ladyship?"

"Mistress said to bring you to the library," Maker snickered, "Said she would be there."

A long hallway led to an ascending staircase. Along the way, Sebastian stopped several times to observe the animated objects as they worked. Which led to Maker being more than a little impatient.

"Why Stupid Master care about automatons?" She demanded, "They doing cleanup and repair. Need to get castle in shape so next adventurers can mess it up."

Spitting on the floor she stalked ahead, only pausing when he wasn't next to her. Looking back, she saw that he had a weird look on his face.

"Maker, How many Sorceror's are in your clan?"

"Me and two others have dragon blood, another descended from dark things sought shelter."

"Out of how many?"

Maker thought a moment, "about two hundred."

"Do any of the clan know how to build traps or mine?"

"None that live at castle, others did but we cut off from them for now."

"Why?"

"Adventurers destroyed tunnel that led to that part of warren, other entrances too far to get to safely."

"Is that out of the two hundred total or is that another group?"

"Another Group," Maker replied, "About a hundred. All females.

"How long ago? Could they still be alive?"

"Was Two weeks ago," Maker replied, "If they escaped collapse then yes, if not escape then I do not know. Why you ask so many questions, Master?"

"The automatons are working at cross purposes," Sebastian shook his head, "Nor do they recall orders given to them, instead repeating the same tasks. This place is a shit show inside of a clusterfuck. With the info you just gave me, I can truly appreciate how screwed we are. Do we know how soon the next adventurers will arrive?"

"None coming now, but within two months they'll start again. Is end of season, guilds mandate break, and freelancers move to easier jobs. If any strays wander in, we'll know about a week ahead."

Chuckling darkly to himself, Sebastion stalked past his diminutive companion.

"I think it's time I shared my concerns with her ladyship," Sebastion snarked, "this mess is what comes of Do it Yourselfers, a job like this requires a professional."

Maker smiled, far too many teeth bared.

"And what will you do different Master?" She sneered.

Sebastian eyes glimmer as he looks back to Maker, "I will do my job of course."