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The Warlock

By: Lien_Geller



Author's Note: Thanks to Krissta for her wonderful editing talents on this story. This story has elements of NonHuman, Erotic Horror, First Time, Lesbian, Group Sex (m/f/f) and Mind Control. If any of that bothers you then turn back now. If not, then enjoy!



My name's Wilfred Tennamont and I am a warlock. I thought I should probably put that out there, right up front. I'm not a wizard, I'm not a mage, and I'm not your fucking fairy godfather. What I do is painful, ruthless, and often quite mean spirited. I deal with demons on a daily basis, and those are some of my more polite meetings. If you ever meet me, chances are you've hit rock bottom and the only thing you've got left to give is your battered and bruised soul. Well guess what? I'm buying.

I could make all your dreams come true. Come into my office and by the end of the day you could be smoking a joint made from a rolled up hundred dollar bill whilst a supermodel fucks you into next week. Think that sounds pretty sweet for the price of one little soul? If you do, then congratulations, you're an idiot.

See, everyone likes to talk about their soul but no one really has a clue what it is. Well allow me to brush away the cobwebs of ignorance and spill the beans. Your soul is a power plant. What does it power? Creativity, emotion, desire. You name it. Everything that makes you who you are is given light by the energy of your soul. It's the way to more power than you can ever imagine, but most people are only too eager to sign theirs over for a few million bucks and a blowjob from their high school sweetheart.

What do I do with it once it's mine? Well, since I'm a stand up guy, the first thing I do is let you rent back most of it. This is mainly because if I didn't then you'd turn into a completely emotionless husk on the spot, and I don't want your fat ass littering my office. The magic I work tricks your soul into thinking you're more than you are. It puts it through its paces, and when that bad boy starts overproducing its energy for you then I just skim off the excess. Well, that's if I like you. Most of my contracts are made from deals like this, but as you might imagine I tend to come across some bad apples in my line of work.

If I find you to be particularly despicable then you get what I've come to call the VIP treatment. Instead of trimming away that excess power, I'll slowly let all that energy build and build right before I drain it all away at once. It's a week-long process during which you'll inevitably sink into a grim fit of prolonged depression before wrapping your neck up in a noose.

So the blowjob that supermodel gives you in exchange for the core of your anima had better be a pretty damn good one.

Having said that, it's not all doom and gloom. Sure, people might be morons for turning over that one thing which everyone pretty much universally agrees is a bad thing to give away. On the bright side, all that energy I collect makes me ridiculously powerful. I don't want to brag but I'm almost certain that if I really wanted to I could start a pretty huge natural disaster. Wait, sorry, I forgot who I was writing for. You have no idea how hard starting an earthquake is, do you? Maybe one day I'll get to tell you from firsthand experience. Watch this space.

How did I get to know all this I hear you ask? Well I suppose it started for me during high school, shortly after discovering that social skills were not my forte. Physics, math, literature, art, music: all of those things I could get the hang of. Joking around, small talk, and anything involving physical activity did not come quite so easily. As you may have noticed I've since come out of my shell somewhat, even if I still don't understand the appeal of football.

I'd like to tell you that bullying drove me to dark acts to get a little empathy going between us, but the truth is I wasn't really bullied all that much. I was just your average loner who kept his head down and tried not to attract the attention of the larger and more unhinged set of future delinquents in the playground. A lot of my time was spent in libraries since by that age my parents seemed to notice me as much as my teachers.

So it was then, that when I was thirteen, I came across something interesting in the local public library. Apparently some old man had recently died and left no one to inherit his things. As a result, they'd carted off his impressive collection of old books down to the library to be sorted out. By then I was such a familiar sight to the people who worked there that I was practically a part of the furniture. Seriously, one of the chairs was perfectly moulded to the shape of my ass.

I turned up as usual after school to do the day's homework and pick something up in which to bury my nose for a few hours. When I walked in the door and found the enormous stacks of strange books settled over two of the big tables in the study area I was instantly curious. This was mostly due to the fact that I'd read everything in the place that I was interested in twice already and for the previous six months I'd been reading such fascinating offerings as The Gardener's Guide to Pests and Royal Weddings: A Retrospective.

Seeing the stack of new material drew me over like a moth to the flame. The librarians obviously hadn't paid that much attention to the books themselves when I first got to them because if they had then they sure as hell wouldn't have been left out in the open. I think that they must have believed them to be books about occult practices. Historical accounts of magic and mystery through the ages. I looked around to make sure no one was watching me and then, once I was sure I wasn't about to be interrupted, I reached out and pulled open the thick black leather cover of one of the tomes.

It was obvious from looking at the first page that this was no mere history book or any new age hippy crap. This was an instruction manual on the subject of dark magic. Honestly? I know it sounds corny, but it really was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. The ebon cover was utterly blank and yet, once opened, the book displayed finely shaped words set in jet black ink that weaved their way across luxurious, thick pages that were yellowed with age. An intricate, hand-drawn border lined every page with dark patterns that vaguely resembled long, thorny vines, interlacing together in wicked shapes.

I looked at the words but couldn't make any sense of them. I'd come across many different styles of writing in different languages, even at thirteen. By then I could already speak decent enough French to get by in Paris, and I'd started to learn German and Spanish. As I said, I had a lot of free time back then. So it came as something of an insult to my efforts when the one thing I'd found in months that I wanted to read wasn't in any language I'd ever known.

You know how they say curiosity killed the cat? Well, meow.

It was the first time I'd ever broken the law, but looking through those glorious pages made me want to know what those words were saying more than anything. For my first attempt at thievery, things went rather well. Within five seconds the big book was in my bag, and shortly after that my fear of getting seen caught up with me and I ducked out of the library to rush home.

Home, in case you're wondering, was settled in the middle of a terraced row of council houses on an estate so rough that you could turn a wooden square block into a wooden ball just by throwing it through the air. You couldn't turn a corner without seeing a used needle on the ground or a soggy condom draped over the twigs of a dead bush. When I walked inside my house there was usually the immediate sense of slow decay. My parents didn't talk to each other and they sure as hell didn't care about home improvement. The essentials worked and everything else had been slowly falling to pieces ever since they'd moved in.

I heard the usual sound of the TV in the living room and the usual lack of any kind of greeting from either of the two people who brought me into the world. It didn't matter to me since I wanted to be left alone. I rushed up the stairs to my room and closed the door. I pulled my newest acquisition out of my school bag and let it fall open on my desk. I was hoping that I could copy down some of the words and solve the mystery of the language with a quick trip to cyberspace during the next day's dinner break at school.

My plans were soon shattered when I discovered that most of the words had completely vanished except for the two settled in the centre of the page.

Hello, Wilfred.

As you can imagine, this did quite a number on my 13-year-old self. Then the words were joined by several more beneath he originals.

How may I be of service?

Now, I'm no idiot. I'd read Harry Potter, and as a result I fully knew the risks of dealing with books that occasionally liked to converse with their reader. Then again, I had a freaking book that could talk! Well it couldn't talk, just write, but that's still a ways above what most of us are used to, right?

So, after about 10 minutes of standing there looking down at my desk I finally managed to eke out a whisper.

"What are you?"

The writing in the centre of the page vanished and new letters began to weave their way across the top of the paper.

I am the Nocturne Compendium. My pages hold the combined writings of over two millennia's worth of arcane lore. I have been modified and updated by hundreds of highly capable practitioners of dark magic. How may I be of service?

Well, wasn't my new book just a little bit full of itself?

"Dark magic?" I forgot to whisper. No one cared.

Instead of the conversational answers I'd been given before, the book's pages began to turn of their own accord with such speed that they sent air rushing across my face. The sensation made me realise that I'd barely been breathing and I let out a quick gasp as the page suddenly fell open toward the end of the book. I'd noticed as those pages had been rushing by that all of them were completely blank, as was the one the book had selected until writing began again.

Glossary:

Dark magic – The branch of magical lore devoted to the study of magical energies aligned with the dark realms.

Well that didn't sound too good, did it? Now that I remember that first interaction with the Nocturne Compendium I almost shudder. I can't possibly tell you how amazingly lucky I was that I picked up that book and none of the others. The Compendium is almost unique in that it is one of the few things created by people in my profession that isn't designed to hurt anyone using it who shouldn't be. For example, if you happened to read the first three books on my office bookshelf without my permission then you'd spend the rest of your very short life as a leprous donkey with dysentery.

Since other warlocks are often similarly protective of their stuff, a lot of knowledge gets lost when we die. The Nocturne Compendium was an effort to fix that. It won't hurt anyone who reads it that shouldn't. It just makes no sense to them. This is because it's designed to be passed down through the generations, amassing more and more knowledge as more and more warlocks use it for their work. I found out later that the warlock who owned it before it came into my hands had died before he could successfully pass it on. Since we're not too morally uptight about stealing from the dead, the book decided that I was its new owner.

I won't go into the entirety of my first conversation with that book. I didn't know what questions to ask back then and I don't enjoy reminiscing about all the idiotic ideas that came into my head. What I will tell you is that the book turned out to be everything it said it was. It could quite easily reproduce the writings and accompanying notes of long dead warlocks at my command. It even had illustrations; most of which made me feel sick.

I took the next day off school to stay home and read the book. All it took was a quick word to my mother that I didn't feel so well before she gave me an absent grunt of acknowledgement and I hurried back upstairs. I'd found a collection of articles written by a warlock to his apprentice during the 13th century. These articles outlined the basics of using dark magic.

This brings me to my next little fun factoid. Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to actually use dark magic?

Let me put it this way: you sure as hell don't learn it in a day. The easiest way is to simply summon up a demon and offer your soul in exchange for magical knowledge. The demon will do exactly the kind of thing I do and just slice off the excess power for itself and use you as its little battery for the rest of your life. Of course the problem with that, as the book thankfully outlined several times, is that the energy your soul gives out is the main thing that powers your own magical ability. So you end up knowing the ins and outs intimately but only being able to conduct very minor spells. It's also not a very good idea to make contracts with others if you don't have a firm hold on your own soul, especially not if it belongs to a demon. I'd elaborate but frankly I don't have the stomach for it.

So I had to start from scratch. Self-taught initiation to magic involves a lot of work. Every night I read more of the Nocturne Compendium and most of my days in school were spent trying to force pencils across my desk with only my willpower. I didn't flag behind in my classes. To tell you the truth, after spending so much time in the library I knew most of what my teachers were going to say before they said it anyway.

It took me three years before the pencil moved.

I remember it wasn't long after my 16th birthday and I was sat at my desk at home, taking a break from some coursework. I turned to the constantly-stationary pencil on my desk and almost absently thought about moving it when it finally obeyed and rolled a few inches across the wooden surface. At first I thought it was just some other factor. It wouldn't have been the first time I'd gotten my hopes up only to find I was taking the credit from a gust of wind or someone slightly knocking the table. So I tried again and sure enough, nothing happened.

Back to work I went until after 10 minutes or so I did the same thing again and once more the pencil moved a few inches toward the end of my desk. This was cause for excitement. I'd managed to get the mental gymnastics correct for a while but I lacked the necessary focus that the monotony of writing out school coursework had finally given me.

I swear, you have never seen anyone so excited about a pencil in your entire life. It took me only three minutes before the thing finally rolled off of the edge of my desk. By the end of the night I could roll the thing back and forth across the desk and spin it around on the spot.

It had started.

The main reason I'd kept up with the attempt at rolling pencils for three years via telekinesis was the consistently-interesting reading material within the Nocturne Compendium. That's right, three years in and I still hadn't read a tenth of its contents. What I knew was that pencil pushing was only the first step on a very long road.

It took me three months before I could levitate a feather an inch off of the ground. Levitation is a hell of a lot harder than pushing since you have to balance the forces involved. Flicking it up into the air was easy but getting it to hover in place? Not so much. After that I started pushing heavier objects. Do you remember me telling you that the power of a soul depends on the person? A very creative, determined, and emotional person has much more of it than someone who isn't all those things.

Using dark magic makes that energy flare up more and more. It's like a muscle. The more you use it, the more powerful it gets.

By the end of the year I could have sent that damn pencil flying across the room and skewered you in the eye with pinpoint accuracy.

My studies continued with fresh interest and more years passed as I advanced to basic alchemy and practicing with the four basic elements. I was lucky I didn't poison, drown, bury, suffocate or immolate myself. So by the time I hit 18 years of age, I decided that I was a man and that it was time to summon my first demon.

Naturally, being an 18 year old male I wanted my first demon to be a succubus. I'll admit that this was largely because the pictures of them in the Nocturne Compendium had gotten me through a very lonely adolescence. I didn't exactly ignore the warnings about the nature of succubi, but that isn't to say I was fully prepared for what I was getting into either. Here's some of what the book has to say about them:

Succubus – A creature birthed in the realm of lust and dark desire, the succubus is often sought out for its unnatural allure. It is one of the few demons capable of evolving itself as it ages. Initially the creature resembles a particularly thin and physically weak woman with few traits that would betray her demonic nature. Though the true origins of the succubi are unknown, it is suspected that the creature is born of a broken heart. Initially a relatively weak demon; if the succubus is allowed to flourish within the dark realms it can become incredibly powerful. Whilst in the dark realms, the creatures will often engage in mass orgies in order to feed from the greater power of the realm itself. 

Once it has consumed the required amount of energy, it will grow long claws at the fingertips. Upon reaching this stage, the creature can feed on the magical energy of other demons via any sexual act resulting in physical orgasm and often destroys its victim in the process. The succubus also tends to explore the other dark realms as it grows in order to feed from different demons and expand its own powers.

It is possible to discern how powerful these demons are from their physical appearance.

Initially the creature appears as a thin, sickly-pale, middle-aged woman. The only demonic features of note at this stage are the eyes, which are completely black without a trace of either iris or pupil. Whilst in this phase, the demon can be engaged with relative safety, although it can only survive for minutes when taken out of its realm.

The true danger of the succubus begins when it manifests its claws. Although the claws themselves are potentially lethal, they are more importantly a sign of the succubus's maturation and ability to consume energy other than that of the realm of their birth. More than this, the creature will appear younger and healthier with a much greater appeal to the sexual desire of others.

After it has fed upon several new victims, the succubus's eyes will change as the blackness that once dominated the entire orbs will shift to the centre. This results in a slitted pupil surrounded by a newly crimson-hued eye. The change signals that the succubus is capable of minor emotional manipulation and it will often use this power to heighten feelings of lust in potential victims.

By the time the demoness grows horns it is considered highly dangerous and should not be summoned unless fully contained. The ability to manipulate emotions grows to an ability to read thought and sense the deepest desire of its victim. Although naturally appearing as a highly attractive woman in her 30s, the creature may change its shape at will. This makes it extremely difficult to recapture if it manages to escape. It also means that a summoner should be exceptionally wary of all succubi, as the demon may simply be assuming a lesser form of itself in order to lure the warlock into a false sense of security.

The tail is a sign that the creature is adept in the use of magic and, as such, it means that it has successfully consumed a mortal soul. Succubi, like all demons, lack a soul and may only draw their power from the dark realms. However, once it has consumed a mortal soul it may use that energy as we do. Once the energy is spent, however, then the creature cannot regain it by any other means than seducing another mortal. They may steal the power but they lack the capability to naturally renew it within themselves.


The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 01



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Anal sex and group sex are major themes throughout this series, so you might want to consider reading something else if you're not into that sort of stuff. Think of this as a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

***** 

Moving briskly in the shadows as if hiding from the moonlight, a hooded figure turned the corner into a narrow smelly alley leading to the most dilapidated slum of the most glorious city in the Empire. 

A passer-by glancing at the fine cloth and exquisite embroidery of the ample gray cape enveloping the mysterious individual from head to toe could easily guess that the person was a human, and a well-off one at that. Still, the figure didn't seem to be out of place in the poorest, worst part of the Capitol. Ignoring filthy beggars and cheap whores, dodging staggering drunks and the occasional raging gambler down on his luck, the cloaked form proceeded rapidly into the bowels of the derelict neighborhood. 

After being forced to sidestep and sprint away from a sequence of attempts at murder with intent of robbery perpetrated in three different alleys by three equally pathetic dagger-wielding ruffians, the hooded figure eventually stopped in front of a battered-looking building that, like every other structure in sight, seemed to stand only because it was pinned in place by the adjacent, similarly ill-maintained edifices. 

Letting out a resigned sigh, hoping that the house wouldn't choose that precise moment to give up on its monumental struggle to survive and just crumble down in a shower of debris, the mysterious individual pushed the door open and stepped inside the building. 

Once the door creaked closed, obliterating even the pale radiance of the moon outside, there was a moment of complete darkness. Then, ten feet above the floor, two red glowing orbs appeared in front of the hooded wanderer. A deep gravelly voice boomed out, reverberating from all around the darkened room. 

"Who dares violate this sanctum of the Dark Arts?"

A flash of greenish flames danced like wildfire across the stone floor, illuminating the bestial bulk of a horned demon towering over the hooded intruder. The enormous black sword that the creature wielded, coupled with the unholy mixture of bull and wolf and ram all reshaped into the blasphemous semblance of a gigantic humanoid form, identified the demon as a Dread Praetorian, a member of the hellish race of monstrous brutes usually summoned by warlocks to serve as soldiers or personal bodyguards. 

Stomping forward and grinding his wicked claws on the floor at each step, the praetorian leaned down until his crimson eyes were level with the mysterious figure's face. Exhaling his foul sulfurous breath into the stranger's hood, letting the soon-to-be-dead intruder take a good look at his humongous saber-like fangs before he savaged that soft puny body with them, the hulking demon took a moment to sniff the cloaked human with his wolfish snout. The monster's bestial maw contorted in the mockery of a smile as he let out what might have been a delighted chuckle.

"Urhh urhh! Praise the Nameless One," the demon gloatingly growled, already reaching a twisted hand to his crotch, "a young human female! I won't use my teeth to rip you apart after all..."

Without wasting a moment, the fiend took off the loincloth wrapped around his groin, letting his horrid, monstrously huge penis spring out. Unfazed neither by the sight of that deep green gnarly pole nor by the sticky yellow fluid oozing out of its immense tip, the hooded woman remained impassive, exhaling in bored annoyance. Gnashing his fangs, the demon stood to his full height, thus making his humongous erection throb right before her face. The cloaked intruder just snorted. 

As the praetorian extended his huge black hands to grab her, the stranger uttered a short word in the language of magic and disappeared, blinking out of existence for a second only to reappear a few feet away, out of the demon's reach. 

"A female mage?! Ghaaargh! I hate mortal spellcasters!" the demon howled, already charging toward the cloaked sorceress, frothing at the mouth. "I'll fuck you only to the brink of death, then I'll flay your skin and eat your bleeding flesh while I watch you drown in a puddle of my seed!"

Before the praetorian could get to her, the wizardess threw back her hood, uncovering her raven-haired head, and shrugged the cloak off her shoulders, revealing her gorgeous curvy form. 

Her knee-length, perfectly tailored azure tunic clung to her body like a second skin, enhancing her hourglass figure and her long shapely legs. Her big jutting tits, showcased by the plunging neckline of her tunic, jiggled enticingly as she straightened her back and turned up her delicate oval visage to look straight into the approaching demon's hideous face. There was no fear in the wizardess's deep blue eyes as she met the fiend's crimson stare, the hint of a snicker dancing on her pouty lips instead. 

Her long jet-black hair flew around her as she tapped into the arcane energies humming just underneath the surface of reality. Channeling the aetheric flows and charging her whole being with crackling magic in the blink of an eye, the wizardess intoned a brief cantrip and raised a long-fingered hand up high. Tracing a glyph in the air, she yelled out a few strange syllables at the top of her voice, sealing her incantation with a final devastating word of power.

The brutish demon recoiled and fell back on his ass as the spell of command that the sorceress had just unleashed upon him in his sacrilegious native language reverberated inside his skull, overpowering him and making his foul hard-on go limp in a heartbeat. Through the painful haze clouding his twisted brain, the praetorian focused his red eyes on the human female standing in front of him, trying to take in those features. 

"Cut the watchdog crap, Xulzlor!" the young woman spat as she closed in on the domesticated fiend. "And by the way, calling this shithole a 'sanctum' of any kind is just plain idiotic."

A sort of animalistic gurgle that might have resembled a sigh escaped the demon's slack maw. His wolfish ears lowered in obeisance as soon as he heard and recognized the wizardess's husky voice.

"M-m-mistress Shayla!" the demon stuttered, groggily standing up as his trunk-like legs wobbled underneath his bulky form. With something akin to embarrassment painted on his monstrous face, the praetorian retrieved his discarded loincloth and quickly put it on again. "I apologize, mistress, but the master said he is not to be disturbed and all intruders must die a horrible, painful death..." 

There was something comical about the hulking fiend's meekness as he hung his head before the wizardess that, years before, had assisted his master in the ritual of summoning that brought him to the plane of existence where humans and all the other mortal races lived. The praetorian had not seen Shayla in a long while, but that mattered little: a demon's servitude to his evokers is eternal unless the summoners themselves choose to break it.

"Sure, of course he'd tell you to say something like that..." Shayla said dismissively. "Well, too bad, because I mean to disturb him, and then some." 

Summoning a floating globe of magical radiance to light her way, the wizardess crossed the room and reached the bottom of the rickety wooden staircase that led to the upper floors. Snorting deprecatingly, talking more to herself than to the demonic guard, she murmured: "I assume he's wasting his time with yet another demented idea to find the ultimate binding ritual so he can enslave the Nameless One himself and conquer the world, isn't he?" 

Without waiting for the praetorian's reply, tut-tutting and shaking her head in disapproval, Shayla tested the first step, pressing the heel of an elegant black leather boot on the creaking board. Finding the wood unsteady but not as rotted as she expected, she exhaled and briskly ascended the stairs. 

"Just don't let me see that disgusting dick of yours ever again, Xulzlor. Never," the wizardess said menacingly over her shoulder before disappearing into the hallway upstairs, "or I'll blast a fireball straight at it."

For a moment the befuddled fiend just stood there frowning, still half-stunned and with his fanged maw hanging slackly open. A pang of guilt hit him, a magically conditioned reaction for not having been able to tell his mistress everything she needed to hear. After Shayla had vanished from sight though, the praetorian got a better grip on his demonic self and shrugged his bull-like shoulders. 

"Urgh, no matter. She'll see for herself soon enough."

Picking up his cursed black blade and casting a new spell of darkness on the room, Xulzlor let the evil red radiance in his eyes dim completely out while he still held his eyelids open. Leaning onto his gigantic sword as he allowed himself a grunt of contentment, the praetorian resumed his guarding duties with a much needed nap. It amused him to think that neither human nor elven nor dwarven guards had yet learned how to stand on their feet while sleeping without closing their eyes. 

"Stupid mortals..." the demon growled under his sulfurous breath.

*****

Sitting back in a plush armchair with his legs parted wide and his soft dark robes hanging open, Jadrik smiled lazily as he enjoyed the umpteenth blowjob from the umpteenth succubus he had summoned from yet a another obscure corner of yet another hellish plane of existence. Exhaling in a mixture of sensuous joy and languid boredom as he watched the purple-haired head of his newest concubine bobbing fluidly on his cock, the warlock bucked his hips firmly into the demoness's talented slurping mouth, jamming his bloated glans as deep as it would go into her throat.

"Aahh yeah, that's great," he murmured, grabbing a fistful of the kneeling fellatrix's violet locks in his hand and pushing her head vigorously down on his raging boner. "Just a little less fangs and a little more tongue, honey."

The infernal cocksucker turned her face up to gaze into the warlock's thin yet handsome visage at that remark, but she didn't stop humping her face on his thick hardness. As his pleasure-glazed brown eyes met the demoness's blazing scarlet stare, Jadrik ran his fingers along the tiny, disturbingly cute horns that the sexy hell-girl sported on her forehead. 

"Hey," the warlock clarified in a slow, indolent voice, "I'm just saying... Some clients might like to feel those wicked little canines of yours on their dicks, but not me. And you know who I am," he concluded teasingly, "don't you?"

Humming around his meaty cock, the sultry temptress slowly slid the soft seal of her lips along her summoner's swollen shaft, leaving it shiny with saliva. "You are my master," the succubus purred as soon as the fat tip of the warlock's cock popped out of her pleasure-giving mouth, "your every wish is my command."

"Good girl," Jadrik snickered as he reached his hands to the seductive fiend's flawless, perky tits. As she moaned under her master's manipulations of her extra sensitive and perpetually engorged areolas, the succubus kept pleasuring the warlock with her suctioning, cum-hungry mouth. 

For a while, as the lustful demoness flicked and swiped and wrapped her impossibly long and prehensile tongue all around his aching boner, Jadrik just sat back and enjoyed his pet's oral expertise. When he finally spoke, giving the hell-girl's violet nipples a final vicious tweak, his words were still calm but heavy with excitement. 

"Alright, that's enough. Now turn around and bend over the desk, honey. Let's put your other holes to the test, shall we?" 

"Mmh yes, I can't wait to feel you deep inside me, master," the succubus cooed as she obeyed Jadrik's command with lascivious eagerness. 

Pressing her toned upper body down on her summoner's big desk, the demoness stood on the tip of her cloven hooves, straightening her shapely legs and tilting up her round little rump. The warlock didn't fail to notice that her soft, bright pink skin seemed to emanate a faint reddish glow as the devil-girl got more and more aroused. Jadrik himself felt his huge erection flex with joy as he watched the hell-bitch reaching her sexy long-nailed hands back to spread her taut asscheeks apart, thus revealing her smooth dewy pussy and her tiny winking sphincter. 

Wantonly offering her needy holes to her conjuror and owner, the demoness wiggled her sweet butt as she looked over her shoulder and past her small bat-like wings, flashing the warlock an authentic, truly devilish grin. 

"Pleeease, master," she murmured irresistibly, "give me your big cock, I need you! Your horny pet is so hungry for your seed... Please, ravage me and feed me your delicious essence, master!" 

The warlock couldn't suppress a self-satisfied snicker as he got behind the succubus and nestled his shaft between her swollen, nectar-slick labia. Her desperate cooing moans were music to his ears as he slid his pulsing cock back and forth along her split pussy lips. 

Jadrik was anxious to fuck his new infernal pet, but he was having too much fun tormenting the whimpering succubus's swollen clit while he denied her the filling presence of his cock inside her drooling, dick-avid cunt for just a little bit longer. It was a special thrill to tease those lascivious fiends, one that the warlock was privileged to experience as often as he wished. Jadrik loved making his concubines squirm and squeal like the cum-addicted hell-bitches that they were; it was almost as much fun as actually fucking them. 

Judging by her horny vocalization and pleas to get her pussy stuffed with cock and filled with cum, his freshly summoned pet seemed especially promising. The warlock had spent weeks immersed in the foulest necromantic rituals, risking his sanity and his very soul as he communed uninterruptedly with the Endless Null, scrying into the Thousand Hells, searching incessantly until he found what he needed. This time, Jadrik was sure, he was onto something truly special. The demonic subspecies he had discovered was the best possible version of the fairly common and much appreciated Succubus, the lust-infused breed of she-devils that every warlock, from novice demonologist to hardened necromancer, unfailing ended up summoning whenever their arousal so demanded. 

"Oohh please, master, pleeease..." the demoness begged, sobbing with unbearable need. "I can't stand it anymore... I need you inside meeee!"

"Of course you do," Jadrik chuckled. 

Grinning, he pointed his spongy glans at the soaked entrance of the succubus's slit and held still for a moment, enjoying the juicy softness of her cunt lips. As her slick, drenched labia wrapped themselves anxiously around his pulsating cockhead, Jadrik exhaled and pushed, sliding easily into the demoness's wet hungry core.

As soon as he bottomed out inside the hell-girl's creamy pussy, sheathing himself all the way inside her with a long deep thrust, Jadrik swiftly withdrew and started rabidly mounting the horny succubus, fucking her hard and fast right away. The sexy demoness wailed beautifully while the warlock slammed himself with ardor into her delicious, spectacularly enveloping slit over and over again. 

Jadrik gloried in her appreciative reactions. She was making the most erotic sounds he had heard in quite some time as she squeezed his cunt-plugging hardness in the syrupy confines of her hot dripping folds. Her yelps of delight and the way her vaginal channel adhered to his pistoning shaft, caressing him and tightening wetly around him as he pounded her dripping snatch unmercifully, told the warlock all he needed to know. 

The prize for his extensive demon-hunting efforts was better than he had expected: his new hell-bitch was an amazing fuck, wonderful even within the average succubus's already very high standards of sluttiness. As he kept fucking the devil-girl harder and harder, Jadrik felt proud of himself. He had no doubt that the patrons of his brothel would enjoy her immensely, and they would certainly pay good gold to fuck the new stock of infernal temptresses just like her that he was soon going to add to his harem of enthralled demonesses. 

Blessed by every deity of carnality and lust in the multiverse, all succubi were naturally versed in every possible sexual perversity. Most importantly though, they depended on male seed for sustenance, which made them the most genuinely dedicated whores in existence. For an experienced and unscrupulous warlock like Jadrik, enslaving a selection of particularly enticing she-devils and turning them into sex workers seemed like the most obvious thing to do, not to mention the perfect win-win situation. That was why he had decided to open a succubus brothel. 

Putting his extensive knowledge of demonology to fruition, during the last year the warlock had searched, summoned and bound to his will the most debauched, perverted and lascivious specimens of succubi in the Thousand Hells, always looking for new talent for his brothel and never failing to turn a profit. Jadrik didn't care that, because of his shady business enterprise, the Warlocks' and Witches' Imperial Covenant of Knowledgeable, Eerie and Dreaded Demonologists had revoked his official license to practice the Dark Arts on the grounds of his being 'an embarrassing example of necromantic misconduct that gives the whole category a bad name', as they put it. 

In many ways, getting kicked out of the W.W.I.C.K.E.D.D. and being branded a 'rogue warlock' was a boost to Jadrik's already inflated ego. It made him even more determined to keep doing things his way, following no rules except his own. Besides, it proved once again that his humorless and unimaginative colleagues were just a bunch of petty, jealous, terribly sore losers. Prostituting succubi was such a simple and brilliant idea: it was so obvious, yet nobody had thought of it before until Jadrik himself did, so of course they had to hate him and disapprove of him for it! 

But that was all in the past. Jadrik had other more pleasant things on his mind at the moment. The hell-whore he was currently fucking belonged to a very particular branch in the demon-bitches' family tree. Cock-crazy just like every other succubus, her devilish traits were far less pronounced and, most importantly she didn't have a tail, which apparently some clients seemed to find rather off-putting. No doubt there would be high demand for a hell-girl that didn't look too demonic but was still devilishly lustful, Jadrik had reasoned when he had started his last search through the Endless Null. As he put the sexy subject to the test, liking her more and more the harder he fucked her, the warlock couldn't help but congratulate himself for his intuition and its present results. 

Ramming his dick at breakneck speed into the succubus's dripping slit, Jadrik felt himself get harder at the thought of how much gold his new pet and her soon-to-be-summoned demonic sisters would gain him. In truth, money itself was worth nothing to the warlock, but he still needed a lot of it to finance his research into the less traveled paths of the Dark Arts. Sating his unquenchable thirst for forbidden knowledge, by learning the sort of magics that no College of Witchery taught, was not only dangerous, exhausting and soul-threatening, but, which was worse, indecently expensive too. 

Until he came up with the idea of opening the brothel, Jadrik had been forced to go on adventures all the time to collect treasures that he would then sell for gold or trade for his coveted grimoires. Sure, sometimes, when he was after some legendary artifact or fabled tome of magic that not even money could buy, he still had to leave the cozy seclusion of his study to go out relic-hunting, but that was acceptable. The income from the brothel allowed him to at least skip the time-consuming grind for gold that he had been stuck on for so long, until he finally stepped up his game and started pimping out demon-whores to any man or woman of any race who was willing to pay to fuck a succubus. As it turned out, it was a wish that many, many people wanted to see realized. 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 01



"Aahhh yessss! Tame me, master, own meeee!" the she-devil screamed as Jadrik kept thrusting into her amazing snatch over and over again, groaning while his cock plowed her soaked cunt. 

The hell-girl's absolute dedication to their coupling was such an incredible turn on for the warlock that he just kept fucking her faster and harder at each pass, feeding off her sexiness. Her long black nails dug into the wooded desktop and her juices flowed more profusely from her pussy at his every cunt-jamming stroke, trickling down her spread thighs and making her smooth, bright pink skin glint in the enchanted light of the floating globes hovering around the room. 

As he humped her hot slit with implacable force, Jadrik's eyes lingered on a shiny drop of the demoness's cunt-honey slowly dribbling along her leg until in reached her goat-like calf. The warlock lost himself in thought for a second as he wondered if he could somehow collect the pussy juices of his hell-whores or maybe alchemically recreate that fluid, whose aphrodisiac powers were particularly effective on male humans, as he himself could testify. Marketing that diabolic ambrosia could be a majorly profitable business, he imagined, which in turn would mean being able to buy even rarer and more expensive tomes of dark magic for his already remarkable collection.

"Aahhh harder, master! Ooohh pleeease, fuck me hardeeer!" the succubus yelled, calling the warlock back to reality.

Grunting as he enjoyed the built-in sincerity of the demoness's pleasure screams, Jadrik suddenly broke his furious pussy-pounding assault and withdrew his slippery, nectar-dripping pole from the succubus's amazing slit. Her first two holes had proved to be divine and he was aching to put her last orifice to the test. 

Cupping her taut round buttcheeks in his hands and spreading them apart, Jadrik poked the tip of his throbbing cock against the puckered entrance of the demoness's tiny, bright pink asshole. Meeting her burning lust-consumed gaze, he aligned his thickness with the she-devil's puckered anus and firmly nudged his swollen cockhead against her twitching butt-ring. 

"You passed the first two tests brilliantly, honey," the warlock grinned, "now let's try this tight little hole here..."

"Uuhh master... Yeeesss!" the succubus wailed as Jadrik's fat tip forced its way into her ass. 

Her tiny docile rosebud opened up immediately under his invading pressure, allowing the warlock's glans to swiftly slip inside her hot sphincter. Meeting no resistance, he kept pushing. Jadrik's hard shaft disappeared into the seductress's greedy asshole with amazing ease, sliding unimpeded into the infernal concubine's needy anus, delving deeper and deeper into her cock-squeezing bowels.

"Aaaah fuuuck!" Jadrik growled as he sheathed his thickness all the way into the hell-girl's butthole in a single gliding push. Once his boner was lodged balls-deep inside the demoness's welcoming yet snug rectum, he sighed in delight, stirring his pole within that steamy dick-hugging tightness. "I'll never get over how awesome it feels to fuck you demon-sluts in the ass!" 

For a long delicious moment, Jadrik gloried in the exquisite grip that his pet demoness's tender anal depths had on his fully-buried length. Then, without waiting for her to adjust to his butt-stretching girth, he dug his fingers in the hell-bitch's sweet little asscheeks and began sodomizing her wildly, setting a sustained, lustful tempo. 

As he watched his juice-slick cock sawing in and out of the naughty fiend's amazing ass, the warlock couldn't help but silently thank the Lords of Chaos for having created the Succubus race and specifically for having gifted that entire species with a preternaturally tight but also self-lubricating anal passage that made the she-devils so incredibly well-suited for anal sex, just as they were for any other form of sexual intercourse in fact.

Thrusting recklessly into the mind-blowing snugness of the demoness's slick cock-tugging rectum, Jadrik rode his new pet's rump like a madman, loving how the slutty temptress worked her smooth anal walls around his dick. As he assfucked her harder and deeper and faster at each pass, making her yell out in lewdly sincere appreciation, the warlock grunted in ecstasy too. Her level of mastery in the art of sodomy was beyond incredible, it drove him crazy with pleasure. 

The devil-girl's anus massaged Jadrik's ass-reaming boner wonderfully, relaxing around his spearing length on the in-strokes and milking him firmly on the out-strokes, enveloping his cock in a warm anal caress. The warlock was amazed by the way she kept squeezing and opening her asshole around his drilling shaft in time with his furious butt-splitting pace, over and over again without missing a bit, no matter how much he increased his tempo. 

"Hardeeer, uuhh! Savage my horny forbidden hole, masteeer!" the wanton demoness yelped as her summoner sodomized her with all he had. "Ooohh yeesss! Ram your cock deep in my ass... Fill me with your precious seed... Uuhhhh!"

"You want my cum in your ass, hell-bitch?" Jadrik grunted as he plundered the succubus's anus with the kind of savage, butt-wrecking plunges that only a debauched she-devil built for sex could take without feeling pain. "You want me to feed you my cock-cream, don't you?"

"Yeees, master! Uuuhh yeeees!" the demoness shrieked, humping back into the warlock's impaling hardness, slamming her round taut buttcheeks against his groin to take him as deep as possible inside her rectum. "I need it, please, masteeeer... Uuhh cum inside meeee! Fill my ass, pleeease!"

"Alright, honey," Jadrik huffed, unleashing a final flurry of butt-busting thrusts. "Get ready to have your ass filled with cum!"

In that final sodomizing rush, the unrestrained cacophony of their grunts and mewls reached its loudest point, and it was made even louder by the repeated fleshy clapping of the warlock's hips hammering away against the demoness's firm asscheeks. Because of all those delicious noises filling his ears, not to mention the feverish anal lust possessing him, Jadrik didn't notice the door of his study opening at all. Consumed with the need to buttfuck his pet demoness, aching to pump her rectum full of his seed, he had no idea that Shayla's scowling stare was trained on him as he reamed the hell-bitch's asshole like his life depended on it. 

Being in too much of a hurry to care about manners, the wizardess had not hesitated to open the door without knocking. She was sure she would find the warlock delving into the blasphemous secrets of yet another forbidden demonological grimoire, but instead she found him vigorously sodomizing a squealing, bent-over succubus. The fact that she had seen that kind of scene many times before back when she and Jadrik were adventuring together should have mitigated Shayla's annoyance, but it didn't. Not one bit. After standing in the doorway for a long moment, rooted in place and seething with furious shock, the wizardess's anger burst out in a thundering scream. 

"Jadrik! What the fuck!?"

Those words. That voice. While he sheathed himself to the hilt inside the succubus's rippling rectum, Jadrik felt a thrill coursing through his thin body. His lust-consumed brain knew instantly who was there, even before his lolling head snapped up to see. As his balls tightened and his cum surged along his throbbing erection, the warlock turned up his pleasure-blurry gaze and saw her. 

Shayla's deep blue eyes were staring at him with limitless disgust, anger marring her familiar, beautiful visage. Those unpleasant details didn't even register though as Jadrik rejoiced from her mere presence and drank in the bulging, jutting roundness of the wizardess's huge tits and the luscious juiciness of her curvy bubble-butt, wrapped tightly in one of her usual ass-hugging tunics. That vision jolted something inside him, making his ejaculation explode with increased intensity deep inside the demoness's rectum.

"Aahh fuuuck, Shaylaaa!" Jadrik growled as he pumped his seed into the succubus's twitching anus, spraying a torrential load of thick, milky sperm into the hell-bitch's spasming bowels. 

As he came and came deep inside the squirming she-devil's butt, Jadrik's mind was reeling, overwhelmed by the vision of the raven-haired wizardess standing in the doorway. An unbidden burst of emotion shook the warlock to the core as he realized that the one girl he ever loved had just returned into his life. Regardless of the timing and circumstances of that reunion, Jadrik was glad. 

Lightheaded with pleasure as he fed the succubus's ass a massive dose of his liquid essence, the warlock could hear nothing over the ringing in his ears. Neither the hell-whore's ecstatic yelps nor his own grunts, not even Shayla's raging screams registered for a few moments. Still, his lips curled up in a rare smile and his shrunken, blackened heart started beating with new purpose in his scrawny chest as Jadrik feasted his eyes on the unexpected sight of the gorgeous, passionate wizardess who had once been his beloved and loving girlfriend. 

As the haze of his massive climax faded and his still fully-buried boner spurted his last weak pulses of sperm into the cozy warmth of the succubus's seed-gobbling rectum, Jadrik blinked and got a grip on himself. Soon his unfocused gaze and buzzing ears returned to function normally and his goofy smile started fading as lucidity reasserted itself.

"What in the Thousand Hells is wrong with you, Jad?!" Shayla screamed furiously, crossing her arms under her huge wobbling tits as she stomped into Jadrik's study. 

Standing in front of the warlock on the other side of the desk where the purring succubus still lay bent-over and dizzy with her afterglow, the wizardess raged away at her ex lover and partner of so many adventures. She insulted him and cursed him profusely, getting all flushed as she let out the bitterness and frustration and regret she had accumulated since they parted ways. 

"I mean it, really: what is your damn problem?!" Shayla finally asked, red in the face. "The last time I saw you, three years ago, you were fucking a demon-bitch in the ass, right here in this room, and look at you now! Paler and sicklier and still with your cock stuffed inside yet another succubus's nasty asshole! What the fuck, Jad!?"

Shrugging and chuckling, the warlock slipped his slimy cock from the demoness's well-fucked anus. As usual after he was done sodomizing a hell-girl, Jadrik's gaze lingered on the succubus's gaping asshole. Unable to resist, he watched in lewd fascination as the demoness's distended butt-ring swiftly snapped closed again, shrinking and tightening shut on itself as soon as the first trickle of cum threatened to ooze out of the whorish fiend's body. 

Taking one last look at the succubus's tiny cum-sucking rosebud, Jadrik looked up and snickered. He still felt vaguely fluffy but, after the initial exhilaration of seeing Shayla again, some other things were starting to stir awake inside of him, not all of them nice.

"Relax, Shay, it's just business. I opened a brothel, you know," he stated, smiling proudly, "one that specializes in demonic prostitutes. It's a great way to fund my research, I assure you," he winked at the tooth-gnashing, bristling wizardess. "Wait... Of course! Now I see why you're so mad," the warlock quipped, unable to refrain from taunting his voluptuous ex, "you wish it was still your ass I'm stuffing full of cock. Isn't that right, Shay?" 

"What!? Oh, you filthy devil-fucking son of a fatherless floppy-cunted bitch! I'm gonna... Aarrghh!"

Pure unbridled fury descended on the feisty wizardess. Even as her words degenerated into an unintelligible growl of rage, Shayla started instinctively raising her hands and calling upon the powers of the arcane. Her favorite destructive spell came unbidden to her lush tumid lips and she automatically began chanting it. Too angry to realize that she was about to incinerate the very man whose help she desperately needed, wanting only to see her ex boyfriend turned into a smoldering pile of charred demon-loving flesh, through gritted teeth the wizardess recited the magic cantrip that would unleash a fireball against the warlock.

"No, Shay! Waaaait!" Jadrik yelled, his eyes widening in panic as he watched yellowish sparks of aetheric energy crackling around Shayla's hands and the first hints of magical flames dancing on her fingertips. Grabbing the succubus's limp frame and using her as a shield, the warlock pointed to the other side of the room, screaming as loud and fast as he could to override the wizardess's devouring, unbound rage. 

"Don't you even think of fireballing me to ashes, you crazy pyromaniac bitch! There's an original first edition of the Compendium Entropicum in that bookshelf there, and a bunch of other priceless pieces too! Damn it, Shay, stop casting right now! Let's at least go somewhere else if you really need to kill me so badly!"

Through the red mist of her blazing anger and hurt and frustration, Shayla managed to hear the words 'Compendium Entropicum'. That did manage to reach past her smoldering hot temper, giving her pause. Lowering her hands and furrowing her brow as she turned her head curiously toward the bookshelf that Jadrik was indicating, the wizardess interrupted her spell. After a moment she spoke slowly, a disbelieving edge in her soft husky voice. 

"What... Did you just say you have a Compendium Entropicum in here? An actual, original first edition? Seriously?"

"Yes! I also said no damn fireballs in this room, Shay!" Jadrik yelled, pushing the succubus to the side now that the risk of death seemed less imminent. "And I mean it in general, but especially if the fireball is aimed at me!" 

To stress his point the warlock slammed his fists on the desk, angered in turn by the fact that his ex girlfriend had endangered his precious library, not to mention his slightly less precious life. The only positive aspect of it all, Jadrik had to admit, was the realization that Shayla was obviously jealous and therefore, he assumed, still smitten with him. He had to put that thought aside though, as his need to protect his books forced him to reprimand the wizardess for her carelessness some more.

"Seriously, just calm down and go take a look at those books before you even dream of doing anything fire-related! I have a strict no open flames policy these days, you know. Why do you think I'm using these ridiculous floating light globes instead of normal candles in here!?" 

Ignoring his words, silently happy that she had managed to upset him, Shayla walked briskly across the room to stand before Jadrik's most cherished possession in the world: his books. 

The wizardess's inquisitive gaze ran swiftly along the spines of the tomes, shifting from shelf to shelf as she avidly scanned the titles. She owned many of those books herself, having read them while she and Jadrik attended the Lyceum Omnium Arcanorum together, before they graduated and started adventuring. She recognized some of the rarer volumes as the prizes that she and the warlock had gained in monster-infested dungeons and stolen from dragon hoards. A few of the rarest and most forbidden books on display were new to Shayla though, obviously recent additions to Jadrik's already impressive collection. The mere sight of some of those musty awe-inspiring grimoires made the wizardess's heart beat faster with excitement and sent her mind spinning.

"Whoa! You really have found an original Compendium Entropicum! I can't believe it, Jad, not even the Imperial University has one! And are those... Holy Gods of Light! The Complete Journals of High Seer Ulmynstier and the final unpublished volume of Magistrix Jaema's Tractatus Demonico-Arcanologicus! And where in the Thousand Hells did you find Raystleen's Grimoires?! Jad, this is insane! How is it even possible that I'm holding an actual copy of Kykax's Summa Dracologica right now? This book isn't even supposed to exist, it's a myth!"

"Clearly not, Shay," Jadrik gloated as he slumped back in his comfy armchair, "clearly not..." 

As Shayla kept perusing the contents of his library, beaming and gasping and jumping in pure joy, making her huge tits jiggle enticingly in the process, Jadrik watched her with a smile on his face. He was always maniacally covetous when it came to his books, but right then he felt unusually happy to share his stashed rarities with his ex girlfriend. If there was someone in the world who could and did understand his thirst for magical knowledge, it was Shayla, it had always been her. 

'Too bad she chose to be boring instead of being with me...' Jadrik sighed as he brushed his mop of messy brown hair away from his forehead, all the while staring at Shayla's beautiful plump ass swaying mouth-wateringly and sticking out and upward while she bent over to retrieve a tome from a low shelf. 

Then, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes still glued to the buxom wizardess's round juicy bubble-butt, the warlock reached his thin arm out and wrapped it around the succubus's slim waist. Pulling the demoness to sit on his lap, chuckling as she squealed with naughty joy and rocked her sweet ass on his chubby cock, Jadrik leaned in and nibbled one of the sexy fiend's dark purple nipples, murmuring to himself: "Oh, well... At least I have all the hell-bitches I can fuck, and more." 

High on curiosity and sheer wonderment, unable to ear anything over the sound of her own heart drumming excitedly in her ears, Shayla didn't register the giggles of the horny demoness nor Jadrik's tit-muffled groans as the warlock devoured the hell-girl's boobs and she ground her taut little ass on his recuperating erection. Engrossed as she was in the collected handwritten notebooks of the greatest masters of magic of the past, thumbing through ancient tomes of dark renown and bulky priceless folios thought to be lost forever, the wizardess didn't even remotely take notice of the change in the background mix of lascivious sounds when the she-devil straddled the warlock and impaled her ever-starved pussy on his big cock again, riding him languidly as he nibbled on her pointy tits.

Oblivious to all else, pervaded by a sense of stunning yet rejuvenating awe, Shayla kept browsing tome after tome, unable to focus on any single one of those gems of sorcerous wisdom. As she hungrily took a book after the other out of the shelves, burying her nose in them and smelling the pages, smiling radiantly as she glanced at the magical formulas crafted by the most brilliant masterminds of the arcane who ever lived, Shayla reveled in the reality of those powerful, cryptic words. It was glorious and humbling to think that, what most people considered to be just fantasy and myth, she knew to be actual fact. 

Yet, as she barely dipped her toes in the unfathomable reservoirs of knowledge that Jadrik had managed to gather in that dilapidated shithole he called home, Shayla couldn't suppress a pang of bitter regret. Suddenly, she was forced to reevaluate the last three years of her life. 

Since she and Jadrik had parted ways, much to her family's relief, Shayla had resumed her studies, drudging her way up the ranks of established academia at the Imperial University of Magical Doctrines. Sadly, that meant spending most of her time and energies attending spirit-shrivelling, mind-numbing lectures held by fat, complacent and patronizing archmages, her own father among them. 

As a former adventurer and a young woman of impetuous temperament, Shayla often found herself shaking her head as she reluctantly absorbed the teachings of those pompous old men, secretly despising the supposed expertise of scholars who hadn't stepped out of the Capitol in decades. It was depressing to admit that the so-called elite of wizards saw magic as a bunch of potentially dangerous words that were never to be actually used, but that should instead be muted and tamed by quietly penning them down in shimmering inks on expensive scrolls of paper meant to stay sealed in carefully guarded libraries. 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 01



All of a sudden, as if she was just emerging from a prolonged torpor of the soul, Shayla was horrified to realize what a trite, sterile life she had decided to live once her adventuring days were over. Jadrik, on the other hand, had obviously spent the last three years very differently. 

True to his life-long ambition of becoming the greatest warlock in history, he had kept going out into the world in search of arcane artifacts and cursed grimoires, collecting treasures to buy his beloved and impossibly rare books on the adventurers' black market or braving unknown foes in some deadly corner of the world to retrieve those long-lost receptacles of forbidden secrets for himself. Silly as it had always seemed to her, Shayla was happy to realize that Jadrik was still following his insane yet irritatingly intriguing dreams of grandeur. An unbidden smile danced on her lips even as she shook her head in annoyance and snorted in disapproval. 

'And of course,' the wizardess thought, rolling her eyes, 'he must have fucked all the nasty whores and tavern wenches on the way to every single one of these books. Plus all the filthy demonesses he could summon, obviously.' 

The thought of Jadrik's sexual escapades, not to mention the memory of the comprehensive catalog of debauchery that she herself had engaged in during the years she spent with him, almost broke Shayla's fascination with the precious volumes before her. Almost, but not quite, because the sight of what lay on the lowest shelf of the warlock's bookcase dragged her instantly back into the realm of delighted shock. 

At first glance it was just a bunch of crumbled stones, but the wizardess knew better. As she knelt down to peer closer at the assortment of rocky fragment assembled on the bottommost shelf, Shayla saw the stony pieces glow with a faint bluish radiance that increased in intensity as she dipped her face nearer and nearer, desperate to ascertain that those broken chips and chunks were what she was almost sure they were. Their luminescence in the presence of a living creature and the intricate, ancestrally ancient glyphs incised on the fragmented rocks took the wizardess's breath away as she realized that she was in the presence of the stuff of legends. 

"Jad, are those... Oh Gods, they are!" Shayla murmured, instantly spellbound by the thrumming, pulsing shimmer exuding from those partially reassembled rocks. 

"You found the Lost Tablets of Guur'Gaazl the Undying, the First Warlock! The mythical orc that united the tribes of the Badlands to form the Great Horde, the very first mortal who managed to break through the planes of existence to summon demons into our world! This is the only known evidence that orcs used a written language in the past! It proves that there really was an orcish civilization predating human and dwarven and possibly even elven culture, that it wasn't just folklore and superstition after all! This... This is... I..." 

Without her brain even commanding her muscles to move, Shayla's hand reached for the glowing fragments of the legendary tablets. A faint far-away whisper of otherworldly voices filled her head, soothing her reason, blunting her judgment, commanding the wizardess to lay her warm living flesh on the cold surface of the inscribed stones. It was like a soft, feather-light touch that caressed her very soul, singing to her and tenderly calling her closer, weaving an irresistible web of peace and calm all around her innermost being. 

Suddenly though, a discordant note, way too material and annoyingly loud, broke the haunting lullaby that the damned were murmuring deep within the wizardess's spirit.

"NOOOHH! Don't touch them, Shay! Aaahh stop right now!" Jadrik yelled, his voice booming but somehow strained as he broke the spell that the unholy tablets were attempting to put on the wizardess. "Ooohh, fuck yeaahh... I mean, nooo! Get away from those, Shay, now! Ooowhh fuck..."

Blinking her eyes, Shayla emerged with a start from her sorcerous fascination with the Lost Tablets of Guur'Gaazl. A shudder ran down her spine as she realized that she had almost touched the most cursed artifact known to mythology with her bare hands, thus risking an eternity of torments in the bottomless depths of the darkest of Hells. 

"Phew, that was close..." Shayla mumbled, still somewhat dizzy as she stood up unsteadily and shook her head to clear her mind. Giving another reverent look at the eery and amazing treasures that the warlock had gathered in his bookcase, she said in sincere awe: "I have to admit, Jad, this collection you've got here is incredible. I mean, look at tha..." 

Shayla's words died on her lips as she turned around completely to see Jadrik slumped in his armchair with his head thrown back in pleasure and his cock buried balls-deep into the kneeling succubus's face. The demoness's throat was bulging and swallowing in time with the jets of cum filling her oral cavity while her avid dick-sucking lips were making such intense and sloppy slurping sounds that they drowned out both Jadrik's panting groans and Shayla's stomping steps as she approached the warlock's desk to spit out her rekindled anger. 

"For the love of the Gods!" the wizardess exclaimed furiously. "You've got to be kidding me! Again!?"

"Ooh yeah, of course 'again', Shay! She's a succubus, she literally needs to eat cum to survive," Jadrik said between moans, dumping the last of his load into the demoness's gullet. "Aahhh damn, this one can really suck a cock... She's totally draining me!" 

Unfazed by Shayla's obvious wrath, Jadrik smiled weakly yet blissfully as he distractedly stroked the dick-munching demoness's little horns. 

"You're welcome, by the way," the warlock added, snickering at the wizardess as the succubus kept nursing on his deflating boner, refusing to let go of his cock for fear of losing even the tiniest speck of life-giving seed. "You know, for just saving your life with the Lost Tablets and the agonizing death that was about to befall you if you had touched them."

Gritting her teeth, hating the fact that he was right, as he was way too often for her taste, Shayla grabbed a chair and sat down at the desk across from the warlock. Fuming, crossing her arms under her bulging boobs and looking away as the succubus purred and licked and lapped at Jadrik's wilting shaft, Shayla spat: "Can you get rid of her already? I really need to talk to you."

"Fine," Jadrik sighed listlessly, enjoying Shayla's evident discomfort as much as he was glorying in the demoness's protracted oral attentions. "Alright, honey, you can stop sucking me now, we're done here. You passed your exams with full marks. So," the warlock stated with a snicker, "congratulations, I guess: you are officially hired as one of my hell-whores! Now, see that pentagram in the corner right there? Yes, that very one. Go stand in it." 

As Jadrik nodded and smiled, staring intently at the succubus's swaying heart-shaped ass, the sexy demoness strutted her way across the room, tapping her cloven hooves on the floor with and exaggerated flourish that made Shayla want to rip the wings off the infernal bitch's back.

"Don't be scared, honey," Jared told the succubus in a mock-sympathetic tone, stealing glances at Shayla's beautiful, wrath-flushed face all the while, "just step into the pentagram and you'll get teleported to the prestigious Hellhole Brothel, where you'll get all the cum you want for as long as I'll need you to gain me some gold!"

Tilting her head to the side so that her violet curls tumbled enticingly on her naked shoulders, the demoness cocked her hip and struck a seductive pose, looking at Shayla and then back at her master. Flashing a fanged, genuinely impish grin, the hell-girl addressed Jadrik while she once more turned to look at the curvy wizardess. 

"Master," the she-devil purred sexily, "are you sure you don't want me to pleasure your guest before I go? She appears tense, but I'm sure that my oral talents would help her relax. She looks good enough to eat..."

As the succubus slowly and suggestively ran her long wet tongue over her exquisite lips, staring at the fuming wizardess all the while, Jared couldn't help but chuckle. 

"Yeah, how about it, Shay? Wanna get your pussy licked by my new pet? I seem to recall you really liked a skilled succubus's tongue wiggling its way into either of your sweet holes back in the days, uh?"

All that the wizardess managed to bark in response as she fought to rein in her ire was a choked, sharp: "No."

Shayla was doing her best to focus on the reason why she had come to see Jadrik while she struggled to calm down the maelstrom of conflicting yet immensely strong emotions that were brewing inside her. She almost regretted coming. The warlock's every gesture and word stirred something deep within her, there was no denying it. Memories and feelings she had previously thought long gone and forgotten were resurfacing with a vengeance, clearly still very much alive and capable of making her fiery temper ever more volatile and ready to explode.

"That's too bad... Well, you heard the lady. Off you go, honey," Jadrik said, waving the demoness away. "My associate will want to try you out before you start working, of course," he added as an afterthought. "He's a particularly husky dwarf, and a big fan of asses too. You don't mind getting your tight little butthole stretched out by a thick hard slab of dwarven cock, do you?"

As she stood in the pentagram and the teleportation spell began dematerializing her sexy body, the succubus let out a throaty laugh. "It'll be my pleasure, master. Dwarven cum is so nutritious..." 

The demoness had barely just disappeared and the shimmer of the aetheric discharge left by the teleportation spell was still crackling in the air when Shayla snorted: "I assume your 'associate' is good old Uli, right?" 

"Yes, that's right," Jadrik nodded, leaning back in his armchair. Not bothering to close his black robes, he silently enjoyed the quick furtive glances that Shayla stole at his soft but still impressive dick. "He would be pissed to hear you calling him 'old', though. Uli is sort of youngish for a dwarf, I'd say somewhere in his thirties in human terms, which would make him just a few years older than us, relatively speaking... But then again, you know all of that already."

"Yeah, I do..." Shayla nodded musingly, smiling despite herself as she thought of Uli for the first time in quite a long while. For a moment, the wizardess let herself dwell on the memories of the bearded, burly and incomparably tenacious warrior that, with his massive battle axe and his down-to-earth dwarven wisdom had accompanied her and the warlock in so many adventures. 

"I should have known that you and Uli wouldn't be too far apart. You two are more of a couple than you and I ever were..." the wizardess snappily added, unable to refrain from bringing up her past relationship with Jadrik and hating herself for it. 

Predictably, the warlock didn't miss the chance to tease her back and enrage her even more. 

"Come on now, Shay, don't become all insecure and needy now!" he quipped. "Uli and I are like brothers, in a way, if you don't consider the race difference and the fact that I'll be an old fart before he's barely even close to middle age, assuming that either of us won't die first, of course... Besides," Jadrik smugly added, arching an eyebrow, "I never fucked him, while you can't really say the same, can you?"

Striving to regain a vague semblance of control while the wild, reckless yet extremely fun days of her past returned to haunt her with ever more irresistible force, Shayla snorted and lay her palms on the desk. Facing Jadrik, determined to just get it over and done with, she squared her shoulders and pushed her buxom chest forward. Taking a deep breath that caused the warlock to lick his lips as his eyes drank in the always pleasing sight of her ample jiggly cleavage, the wizardess spoke as calmly as she could. 

"Enough bullshit now. Let's talk seriously for a minute, Jadrik. Please." 

After the warlock shrugged and nodded, she went on. "I need your help, Jad, and Uli's too if he's in, which I imagine he will be if you are, since he's basically your nanny. Does he feed you regularly, by the way? Because you look even more emaciated than usual."

"I look elegantly wasted, as always," Jadrik smiled, sitting up straighter and affecting an exaggerated air of mock-composure. He didn't fail to notice that, even as she tried to tease him, Shayla couldn't suppress a note of genuine concern for him from her voice. "But I thought you said we were going to talk seriously?" 

"Yes, that's right..." Shayla sighed. Holding her raven-haired head in her hands, she took a deep breath as she prepared to finally say what she had come there to say to Jadrik. Exhaling, she let him have it.

"Jad, I'm getting married."

After a long moment of silence, he blinked. 

"You what?" the warlock snorted, a nervous grimace appearing on his lips instead of the careless smirk he was going for.

"I'm getting married," Shayla repeated, holding Jadrik's gaze for a long, horrible moment before turning away, struck by the unprecedented shadow of true pain clouding her ex's expressive brown eyes. 

Looking away, feeling absurdly ashamed and yet outraged at her own need to justify herself despite having done nothing wrong, the wizardess let the words tumble out of her mouth as fast as possible, desperate to just spit it all out. 

"I'm getting married next month, to a paladin from the Order of the Golden Shield. I'm supposed to, anyway... As it turns out, the Order's sacred code of obedience doesn't allow a sworn brother to pronounce the wedding vows until all of his oaths taken on duty are fulfilled. In my fiance's case, there's still one oath left: to reclaim the Chapel of Red Spires from the cult that has overtaken it. Well, that's what they assume, anyway. The Order has sent a bunch of crusaders there already but none returned and Aldarius, my fiance, is the last of his battalion still bound by that stupid oath of reclamation. Long story short, he has to get the Chapel back somehow or at least gain some useful intelligence so that the Order can recapture it without any more losses. Until he does that, he just can't get married." 

Casting Jadrik an askance glance and noticing that he was surprisingly composed, Shayla kept rambling on. 

"The problem is that nobody really cares about the Chapel of Red Spires anymore. The Grand Cavalier won't send in any more troops, not with just one single paladin still bound by the oath of reclamation, so Aldarius has no choice but to find his own way to get this thing done. He wanted to go alone, but I wouldn't let him, he'd just get himself killed. You see, Al has never been an adventurer and he's a healer, not a fighter, so, well..." Shayla trailed off, feeling suddenly embarrassed to admit that her betrothed was, essentially, the sort of clueless noble-born city dweller that she herself had despised so deeply during her adventuring days.

"Anyway," she went on after a moment, "he won't even let me hire some mercenaries because it's a holy mission for the Order and he doesn't trust sellswords. I already said I'll go with him but, let's be honest, I'll be doing this practically alone and it won't be enough, I mean, I have no idea what I'd be up against. So I thought I'd ask you, because, with me and you and Uli by his side, Al would actually stand a chance. At least we can go see what's going on and give his superiors enough information to release Al from his oath... There, that's it," Shayla finally exhaled, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her chest, "it wasn't easy, but that's why I came here. I need you, Jad. Please, help me."

As Shayla's eyes turned to look at Jadrik, they found him blankly staring at her. He sat perfectly still for a while, apparently not even breathing as he processed the shocking news that his ex had unloaded on him after three years of total silence. When he finally started speaking, the warlock's voice was slow, measured and expressionless. 

"You're getting married."

"Yes," Shayla nodded, biting her lips.

"To a paladin."

"Yes..." she couldn't help but sigh.

"A paladin. As in, one of those pretentious, bigoted, self-proclaimed holy knights that we made fun of all the time?"

"Well, yes," the wizardess conceded with a shrug, "but..."

"And, in this case," Jadrik went on, still speaking slowly but picking up volume as he went on, "a paladin who is a healer, not even a fighter, and who belongs to the Order of the Golden Shield, no less, the most elitist narrow-minded bunch of aristocratic idiots-turned-paladins there is. I assume that this fiance of yours hardly ever left the Temple grounds since he joined the Order, except maybe to swagger around town, and I bet he never wore his blessed shiny armor in anything but a parade, am I right?" 

"Uhm, actually, yes," Shayla mused, shrugging, "that's pretty much correct, but still..."

"And you need me to help you, or rather, help your betrothed, in a quest that he needs to get done so that he can have permission to marry you. Is that right? Did I get it all straight, Shay?"

"You did, yes," she confirmed, exhaling weakly.

The warlock smiled kindly at the wizardess. Then he nodded. Once. Twice. Very deliberately, as if pondering. 

Shayla was almost smiling, amazed that he was taking it all so reasonably, when Jadrik abruptly jumped to his feet, knocking over his heavy armchair. Opening his mouth wide, his thin face distorted by hatred and hurt and pure undiluted rage, the warlock let out an inhuman ear-piercing howl, screaming at the top of his lungs and startling the wizardess with his sudden outburst. Bristling with fury, shaking so much that his cock swayed from side to side between his parted legs, Jadrik yelled hoarsely. 

"Are you fucking insane, Shay!?" 

"Listen, Jad..." the wizardess tried to argue as she looked into the warlock's hate-twisted visage.

"No! Nononono! You listen!" Jadrik growled, his dark-circled eyes boring into Shayla's deep blue orbs, his hollowed cheeks uncharacteristically red with anger. "We were happy, we were together and we had no reason to stop. We had all the fun in the world, we did everything we wanted whenever we wanted. We killed monsters, we hunted treasures, we used our magic and had adventures and we fucked, Shay! We fucked all the time, like nobody ever fucked, and we loved it as much as we loved each other! We had it all, and we could have had even more!" 

Jadrik paused to breathe, then he resumed, almost struggling to let the words out, laden as they were with his still burning, all too palpable hurt. 

"You were the sexiest, most beautiful, most amazing girl in the world to me Shay," he said, his raspy, angry voice almost breaking as he poured his heart out like he had never done before in his lonely, self-centered life. 

"Jad, don't..." Shayla mumbled, her lips quivering. Her eyes were shiny with moisture as she locked gazes with her ex lover. A sweet kind of desperation, a mixture of longing and regret, was clawing at her insides.

"Shut up! I'm not done yet, not by a long shot!" Jadrik roared, swallowing down the lump in his throat. 

"You were my sweet, adored slut," he muttered brokenly, lovingly, declaring his deepest feelings in those words, sure that she would know they were the only right words for it, "and I was your ever-horny stud. We were perfect for each other, Shay," Jadrik almost whimpered, letting out a painful, strangled gasp before raising his voice once again and yelling out. "But you had to ruin it all! You just had to!" 

Shivering, feeling hot and cold at the same time, Shayla furrowed her brow, unable to divert her gaze from Jadrik's intense, blazing brown eyes. His words, his tone, the fact the she was finally hearing herself called his slut again, the eroticism and passion that such a dirty yet very apt definition brought back to her was wakening something deep inside her, making her squirm and go all flushed as she tried, futilely, to resist the tide of lust and affection washing over her. 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 01



Choking on her words, not really believing what she said, Shayla tried to deny what both herself and her raging ex boyfriend knew to be true. "I... I wasn't... Your s-sl... I mean, I was but... I'm not a s-s-sl... I was just... I... I'm..."

"Yes!" Jadrik screamed, punching the desk. "Yes, you were and you still are! You are a slut, Shay, and you were MY slut! It was beautiful, you know it was! Look at you, all excited even right now, just thinking about it turns you on all over again! I always knew you were a slut, I saw that in you and I made you understand it and you loved it as much as I did. You were my pyromaniac, irreplaceable slut, Shay, and I was addicted to you and I never, ever would have left you! I was the one who made you see how hot the magic burned in you and how deeply passionate and built for sex you are, and you loved me for it! I know you did, you said so yourself many, many times!"

"But," Jadrik persisted, a musingly bitter edge in his voice, "instead of fully accepting who you are and embracing the truth that you and I belong together, you got scared as soon as we came back to the Capitol to visit your parents. I knew it was a ridiculous idea but hey, I was in love with you, so I went along with it. And guess what? The moment your daddy dearest told you to be a good girl again and stop being a wandering mage wasting time with adventures, you caved! He told you to go back to school and dump me, and you did it! Just like that, after all the time you spent on the road with me, you lost your mind and decided that I was a worthless asshole, and why? Because I should have asked you to marry you! Boom! Out of the blue, just like that: I should have asked you to marry you!? Do you realize how stupid that sounded, and still does? But of course you did realize that, all too well..." 

Leaning down closer, spitting the words in the wizardess's suddenly colorless face, the warlock went on, letting his long-suppressed resentment rain down on her. 

"You already knew I'd never do anything like that. You never even thought of marriage because you didn't really want that either, since we were perfectly happy as we were. But no matter, daddy says 'be a good girl' and Shayla Du Vervain acts like the proper heiress of one of richest and most ancient families in the Empire and ruins everything that ever brought joy to her life, pushing away the one person in the world that really, truly gets her: me! And the irony is," Jadrik finished with a hysterical, mirthless laugh, "that, by using the marriage thing as an excuse, you managed to play it so that I ended up being responsible for ruining our relationship. That was brilliant, Shay, you made me guilty of not doing something that neither of us wanted to do in the first place! And, based on that insane logic, you decided that you had a good enough reason to dump me! Now let me ask you this, Shay," he concluded before screaming at the top of his voice: "What the fuuuuck?!" 

Barely breathing, using all of her energy to stop the tears welling in her eyes from flowing, knowing that he was right yet too proud to admit it because it would mean conceding that she had wasted the last three years of her life, Shayla shot out of her chair and surged forward, yelling back in Jadrik's face. 

"Don't you dare blame our break-up on me, Jad! You succubus-humping piece of shit, I caught you fucking my mom!" 

Jadrik blinked, blindsided. He didn't expect it, not in that context at least. 

"That was after you broke up with me!" the warlock countered, baffled that Shayla would pull such a cheap shot, bringing up something that didn't have anything to do with his perfectly logical accusations. "I told you already, there and then: it wasn't my fault at all! I was packing my stuff and piecing my heart back together after you had just broken it, and then, right when I was ready to leave your family's palatial residence, your mom came into the room to say goodbye and, well... You know how these things go, Shay... She kinda liked me from the beginning, as I recall, and she seemed like a really nice lady, unlike your noble father, that fat pompous so-called scholar..."

Feeling she had somehow regained the advantage, egged on by his ridiculous excuses, Shayla pressed on, going for the kill. 

"And," she growled, pushing her face closer to the warlock's thin, handsome visage, "despite having seen you ram your nasty cock inside my mom, I came back to you the very next day, right here, in this awful shithole, to talk things out and maybe find a solution. But," she persisted, breathless and flushed and humming with a formless passion whirling inside her even as she wished to bite Jadrik's head off, "you weren't interested in that, were you? Oh no, sir! In fact, you had ten hell-bitches in a row, all down on all fours, and you were fucking them all in the ass, one after the other! You didn't stop stretching their infernal buttholes even after I walked in on you and I told you we needed to talk! We had agreed to never fuck anybody else without the other present, Jad, never, but you didn't care anymore about any of that, and you told me to go away and leave you alone to finish your succubus orgy, so that's exactly what I did, you stupid bastard!"

"Again, that was after you dumped me! I was dulling my excruciating emotional pain with meaningless succubus sex!" Jadrik screamed, opening his arms wide in helpless shock at Shayla's stubbornness in pursuing pointless arguments. At the same time, his eyes couldn't stop stealing glances at her huge bulging boobs, all jiggly and bouncy as they threatened to spill out of the deep neckline of her tight-fitting tunic with her every labored breath. 

"You were dulling the pain!?" Shayla screamed, her eyes almost popping out of her skull, she was so impossibly angry.

"Yeah!" Jadrik nodded defiantly, feeling his plump dick harden by the second with the rush of excitement caused by that heated conversation with his voluptuous, feisty ex.

"Well, fuck you, you deluded sex-addicted fat-cocked demon-fucking loser!" Shayla yelled, pushing her face so threateningly close to his that their noses brushed together, her voice breaking into a shriek as she glared daggers straight into Jadrik's wide eyes.

"No! Fuck you, you crazy big-titted round-assed dick-deprived cunt!" he replied, the fast breaths coming from Shayla's soft pouty lips feeling warm and fragrant and so terribly intoxicating on his panting mouth.

For a long intense moment, Jadrik and Shayla just stood there, leaning toward each other from opposite sides of the warlock's desk, growling and glaring, staring into one another's eyes and letting their inner fires sizzle back and forth between their deepest cores, rekindling desires and passions in that love/hate dynamic that had always been the twisted key to their weird yet perfect complementarity. 

That overcharged stillness lasted a mere instant. Then it was just too unbearable. The tension between them burst and, before they knew it, the warlock and the wizardess were kissing like there was no tomorrow.

*****

To be continued...



The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 02



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex, so be warned in case that's not your cup of tea. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

This chapter picks up exactly where the previous one ended, so it's best to read that first.

***** 

"Well, fuck you, you deluded sex-addicted fat-cocked demon-fucking loser!" Shayla yelled, pushing her face so threateningly close to his that their noses brushed together, her voice breaking into a shriek as she glared daggers straight into Jadrik's wide eyes.

"No! Fuck you, you crazy big-titted round-assed dick-deprived cunt!" he replied, the fast breaths coming from Shayla's soft pouty lips feeling warm and fragrant and so terribly intoxicating on his panting mouth.

For a long intense moment, Jadrik and Shayla just stood there, leaning toward each other from opposite sides of the warlock's desk, growling and glaring, staring into one another's eyes and letting their inner fires sizzle back and forth between their deepest cores, rekindling desires and passions in that love/hate dynamic that had always been the twisted key to their weird yet perfect complementarity. 

That overcharged stillness lasted a mere instant. Then it was just too unbearable. The tension between them burst and, before they knew it, the warlock and the wizardess were kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Clicking and syncing instantly as they always used to, Shayla and Jadrik lost themselves in a searing soulkiss that inflamed their very souls and blew away everything else. Their tongues danced flawlessly and passionately while their hands held one another's face, their mouths smashed together as if desperate to stay joined, determined not to let go now that they were touching once again. Time and space mattered nothing as they devoured each other, sucking avidly on the other's lips, hungry to savor the taste of their kiss.

High on the feel of her soft succulent lips greedily munching on his, Jadrik was soon humming with the kind of all-consuming lust that only Shayla had ever been able to infuse in him. He was about to break their lip-lock and let go of her beautiful face so that he could grab her and pull her up onto the desk to make her his once again, but she preceded him.

Interrupting their torrid make-out session, Shayla straightened back on her side of the desk, leaving Jadrik leaning toward her, his lips still puckered out and his massive erection throbbing with desire, pointing straight at her. Without even letting the warlock open his eyes, the wizardess hissed in frustration, growled, and abruptly hit him hard on the cheek with a vicious, open-handed slap.

That unexpected smack sobered Jadrik up immediately and made him recoil, stunned. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, shocked by that sudden and painful turn of events. "You crazy bitch! What in the Thousand Hells was that for?"

"Fuck you, you filthy demon-humping pig! Why did you kiss me?!" Shayla barked, not really knowing why she said that, let alone why she slapped him in the first place.

With her cheeks flushed red and her body shaking, confused and turned on and angry all at the same time, the wizardess had no idea what she was doing anymore, and she didn't even care. The one thing she knew for sure was that she was loving the sizzling, crackling feel of life-giving intensity that their kiss left inside her. She had missed the delicious craving for more that was making her whole curvy frame tingle and ache for relief, a devouring yet energizing hunger that she only ever experienced with Jadrik.

"What?!" the warlock snorted, blinking in disbelief. "You were kissing me just as much as I was kissing you! Do I get to slap you too, then?"

"Just shut up, Jad!" Shayla snapped, gritting her teeth as she struggled to stop looking at Jadrik's raging erection, failing miserably, and therefore hating herself for it. All the while, her pussy was on fire. She could feel her moist folds quivering with need at the sight of the warlock's big hard cock, an instrument of pleasure that Shayla knew very well and had appreciated many, many times. 

"And close those fucking robes already! I don't need to see your disgusting succubus-fucking cock!"

"Oh really?" Jadrik grinned, taking off his black robes instead. He knew Shayla enough to know that, no matter what she said, the very last thing she wanted was for him to hide his thick meaty dick. 

Totally naked, the warlock slowly walked around the desk, deliberately stroking his stiff boner as he closed in on a panting, thunderstruck Shayla. The wizardess's gaze seemed magnetized to his purple glans and veiny shaft, her eyes wide and glazed-over with desire. As he watched her getting hornier by the second, Jadrik went on teasingly. 

"You don't really want me to put this away though, do you, Shay? Unless you mean that I should put it in you, of course. Is that what you want..." he asked, letting the sentence hang suspended before he intoned the last crucial word, stressing it: "...slut?"

"Stop it, Jad..." Shayla mumbled, sighing and biting her lips as that magic syllable rang in her ears and echoed in her mind, tuning out everything else. She was brushing her thighs together, trembling, unable to remove her sparkling blue eyes from the warlock's huge erection as he got closer and closer to her voluptuous, shivering body.

"Yeah, right. Truth is, you don't really want me to stop. Do you, slut?" Jadrik insisted, standing right in front of Shayla's rooted frame, gloatingly enjoying the sight of her thick hardened nipples poking against the fabric of her tunic. "In fact, I think you want this cock. No," he corrected himself, grinning, "you need this cock. Don't you, slut?" he emphasized, mercilessly.

"Oohh, fuck..." Shayla whimpered, knowing he was right, hating him and loving him for it. 

She was completely overpowered by Jadrik's familiar commanding tone and by the irresistible sound of the word 'slut' escaping his lips. It was like an arrow shot straight into her heart, aimed so perfectly and spelled out just right, intoned with that heady mixture of dominance and adoration in his deep calm voice, tinged with his strong desire to fuck her endlessly but also with the true devotion she knew he always had for her. 

In the back of her mind, Shayla kicked herself for ending up in that sort of situation after spending years trying to be different. At the same time, a naughtier and yet more honest part of her snickered and rejoiced, feeling maddeningly horny and truly alive for the first time since her break-up with Jadrik.

"Come on now, Shay. Just admit it," the warlock persisted, feeling more excited than he had been in a long time, truly relishing the game he and the wizardess were once again playing, the kind of game they had never failed to enjoy together when they were a couple. "You know you need to feel this cock inside you again before you get mar-rmmdf-mmhph!"

The thought of hearing him say 'married' triggered something deep inside Shayla, scaring her, as if that word spoken right there and then by Jadrik could somehow ruin the amazing, sweetly torturous moment she was sharing with him. Unthinkingly, her overexcited body snapped into action, causing her to press her tumid lips against his mouth, muting him with a deep ardent kiss. 

"Oh, I see..." the warlock chuckled as he pulled back, knowing that he had her at his mercy. "So you don't want to hear me say it, uh? Makes me wonder if you truly do want to get mm-mrpph-mph..."

Grinning as he reciprocated Shayla's voracious soulkiss, Jadrik pressed his throbbing cock against the tunic-clad mound of her pussy while she wrapped her arms around his neck and squashed her pillowy tits into his chest. Enjoying her kiss-muffled moans as she started grinding her groin against his pulsating boner, the warlock slapped his hands on Shayla's fabulous plump ass. 

Grabbing those full, meaty globes in his palms, Jadrik fondled and squeezed the wizardess's juicy buttcheeks before running his hands all the way up her back, tracing her spine with his fingertips. He stopped a moment to caress the nape of her neck, then, as she whimpered into his mouth, he pulled the dress off her shoulders. As the exquisitely tailored tunic slid off her curvaceous body and pooled at her feet, leaving her naked except for her black knee-length leather boots, Jadrik broke their kiss and took a step back to admire Shayla in all her unveiled splendor. Because she really was splendid. 

Starting from her flowing jet-black hair, her intense blue eyes and slender neck, down to her large bulging breasts capped with puffy areolas and thick upturned nipples, and lower still, past her flaring hips and down her soft feminine tummy to reach the tiny tuft of trimmed black pubes atop her mound and lower still to the smoothness of her wet, juice-slick pussy, and then all the way down along her long shapely legs: Shayla was a thing of beauty unmatched by any of the many, many other sexy women and demonesses that Jadrik had laid eyes on.

"Fuck, Shay..." the warlock muttered as he drank in every luscious curve and creamy inch of the wizardess's voluptuous hourglass figure, finding her even more gorgeous than she was in his memories. "You're the most beautiful slut in this world and many others!"

Laughing huskily, proud to see Jadrik's cock bucking excitedly at the mere sight of her naked body, Shayla struck a sexy pose, cocking her hip to make the generous curve of her ass protrude even more, making his nostrils flare with increased arousal. 

"And what about your demon-bitches, Jad? Do their scrawny little asses compare to this?" the wizardess teased, slapping her own bouncy bubble-butt, causing her fleshy sumptuous asscheeks to jiggle mouth-wateringly before the warlock's glinting eyes. 

"Fuck, no!" Jadrik panted, loving how quickly Shayla's inner slut had resurfaced and taken hold of her.

Cupping her heavy jutting tits and tweaking her rosy puffed-out nipples, the wizardess continued with a purr: "Aren't these big juicy boobs better than those stupid purple hell-whores' little titties?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!" Jadrik grunted, overjoyed to be back in that unique private place that he and his adored slut had shared for so long and that he thought was lost, but that now he knew to be real and present and accessible again. "You have the roundest, plumpest, most beautiful ass and the biggest, juiciest fucking jugs in this whole pointless multiverse, Shay!"

Chuckling, feeding off his hungry stares and his obvious desire for her, the wizardess sat on the desk and raised her legs so that the heels of her boots rested right on the wooden edge. Slowly splaying her thighs wide open, she revealed the dewy folds of her pussy and the tiny winking pucker of her asshole while languidly leaning back on an elbow. The huge, jiggly mounds of her tits were wobbling hypnotically as Jadrik drank in the amazing sight before him, his heart beating crazily and his cock throbbing with arousal as he admired the wizardess's ravishing, offered body. 

Extending an arm, Shayla reached out and grabbed Jadrik's raging cock in her hand, pulling him urgently toward her needy, leaking slit. As he swiftly positioned himself between her legs, running his fingertips along her smooth supple thighs and parting them even wider, she wrapped her deft digits around his aching boner and pumped his fat shaft, squeezing pre-cum out of him while she slapped his glans on her exposed clit, teasing herself silly. 

"Now fuck me, Jad," Shayla murmured, her voice thick with craving as she pointed his strong cock at the entrance of her hot drooling snatch, wedging his purple glans between her eager pussy lips. "Fuck your slut hard, like you have dreamed of doing for the last three years!"

"Ooohh fuck, Shay!" Jadrik grunted while, dizzy with desire, he pushed himself into her.

As his bloated tip slipped easily past her sopping labia and disappeared inside her, Jadrik felt Shayla opening up for him, letting him slide effortlessly into the cozy, silky-soft wetness of her slit. Hungry for her, egged on by her sexy whimpers, the warlock kept pressing himself further inside his adored slut's welcoming pussy, sinking more and more of his thick hardness in the liquid heat of her pulsing, fiery core.

"Uuhh... Jaaaad!" Shayla howled as he entered her, penetrating all the way into her, totally plugging her needy weeping hole in one single, slick gliding push. 

The wizardess's mind was drowning in pure exhilaration as the warlock held himself there, absolutely still, fully sheathed inside her steamy vaginal passage, widening her willing juice-drooling walls while her pussy clung to him with sweet desperation. Her syrupy slit seemed to be wanting him so much that it reshaped itself immediately around his rock-hard thickness, as if knowing that it was precisely Jadrik who was filling her at that moment, as if her body recognized him and reacted accordingly, aware that she was meant to be filled by nothing else except for the warlock's perfect cock. 

Pulses of ecstasy like she hadn't known since their last fuck took Shayla's breath away as Jadrik remained enveloped in her velvety wetness, throbbing and pulsing inside her, stuffing her pussy so wonderfully full, completing her and making her whole again. She loved how his rigid boner flexed excitedly inside her, his balls resting on her twitching asshole and his glans pushing deep into her womb, touching her where no other man could ever reach. 

Within seconds of having Jadrik inside her again after so long, Shayla's overcharged pussy tingled and twitched crazily as her curvy frame was hit by a quick, stabbing climax. While she gasped and mewled in pleasure and surprise, her soaked honey pot quivered erratically around him and her love juices flowed freely, bathing the warlock's fully embedded length in her orgasmic nectar.

"Fuck, Shay, I love your pussy... This tight wet pussy, is the best!" Jadrik grunted, barely even aware that he was speaking as he gloried in the feel of Shayla's silky snugness engulfing him amazingly and squeezing him in the warmest, sexiest of caresses while she came on his cock. 

Letting instinct take over as his babbling groans fused with her panting squeals of delight, the warlock began bucking his hips, sawing his length in and out of the wizardess's exquisitely tight pussy. He pumped her slowly for a few strokes, shaking all over as he savored Shayla's softness and wetness and warmth. His passion unavoidably took over though, and soon he started fucking her hard and deep, ardently sliding his cock in and out of the one girl he had ever truly loved. 

Picking up speed as her gushing nectar made his pussy-plowing motions all smooth and slippery, Jadrik fucked Shayla's delicious slit with all he had. Removing his gaze from her huge swaying tits and her thick nipples tracing circles in the air in time with his furious pounding pace, the warlock focused on the wizardess's beautiful glowing visage, reveling in the spectacle of his adored slut biting her luscious lips and looking back at him with lust-glazed eyes.

"You feel so fucking good, Shay! I missed this so much... My slut... My sweet amazing slut..."

"Uuhh fuck me, Jad... Fuck your slut!" Shayla panted between lascivious moans, ever more maddened with desire every time he called her his slut. Wrapping her legs firmly around the warlock's waist, she dug the heels of her boots into his back, forcing him as deep as possible inside her. 

"Oohhh yeah... I need your big fucking cock! Give it to meee! Fuck me haaard, yeees hardeeeer... Aahhh Jaaad!"

As he rammed his raging cock over and over again all the way into her surrendered dripping slit, Jadrik leaned down and buried his face in the lush valley of Shayla's cleavage. His hips bucked harder and faster into her pussy as he went crazy on her amazing tits. Licking and slurping and kissing her soft delicious boob-flesh, the warlock tried to fit as much of the wizardess's jiggly jugs into his mouth whenever he wasn't busy ravenously sucking on her puffy areolas or nibbling viciously on her stiff elongated nipples. 

Grunting and thrusting savagely into her enveloping folds as he devoured her epic tits, Jadrik kept his groin as close as possible to Shayla's budding clit all the while, pressing firmly into her nub and stimulating her amazingly while he hammered into her juicy hole with such vigor that he made the heavy desk shake underneath them. 

The combination of pleasure messages coursing through her body drove Shayla beatifically crazy. With her arms locked around his neck and her hands tugging at his messy brown hair, she pushed the warlock's face deep into her buxom cleavage. She was so excited that her nipples were stiff to the point of hurting. Still, as Jadrik feasted incessantly on her tits, the spikes of delicious semi-pain radiating from her engorged areolas only made the storm of pleasure crackling around the wizardess rage more intensely.

As he kept mounting her like a frenzied animal, Shayla responded in kind to Jadrik's passion, pulling him inside her leaking pussy with her legs and pumping her hips up to meet his plunging boner. Moaning and sighing, barely able to believe she was experiencing the glorious feel of being royally fucked by her ever-horny stud again after such a long time, Shayla lost herself in a dizzying string of mini-orgasms that turned her into the kind of screeching, cock-worshiping slut that they both knew she was. 

The horny wizardess was enjoying yet another wave of pure bliss crashing over her when her ringing ears registered Jadrik's grunted words over the wet squishing sounds of his shaft sliding in and out of her dripping dick-stuffed slit. 

"Ooohh, Shay! I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna fill your pussy with so much cum... Aaah yeaaahh, get ready, my slut!"

"Waaait! Aaahh... Jad wait!" Shayla yelped, possessed by a need that she had to sate at any cost, even if it meant not feeling him spray his seed deep inside her womb. "In my mouth, baby! Please, let me drink you! I need to taste you, pleeease, Jad... I haven't had a drop of cum in three years!" 

"Ooh fuck, Shayyy!" Jadrik panted, straining to hold back his ejaculation for just another second as he slipped out of her amazing gushing pussy. 

Both the warlock's mind and his dick were about to explode as he fully realized that, since they broke up, his adored slut hadn't eaten any cum at all. It was heartwarming to know that, just like his seed had been the last that Shayla had tasted, it was also going to be the first that she'd finally get to savor again.

Almost whimpering in anticipation, Shayla jumped off the desk and knelt at Jadrik's feet, plunging her face on his throbbing, nectar-dripping erection as fast as possible. Her parted lips had barely touched his shiny, pulsating glans when the first huge jetting spurt of cum shot out of the warlock's aching boner, splattering on her lips and cheeks and nose. 

With a strangled unintelligible sound, the wizardess opened her mouth wide and pressed her face down, gobbling inch after inch of that spewing cock into her oral cavity. Shayla choked and gagged and spluttered, yet she refused to stop forcing more and more dickmeat into her throat, until Jadrik's ejaculating pole was crammed all the way inside her gullet, with his balls pressed into her chin and her soft lips kissing his groin.

"Aahhh yeahhh... Take all my cum, Shay!" the warlock howled as he sprayed rope after rope of warm seed straight into the wizardess's talented cock-milking throat. "Drink down that load, slut!"

Cooing and slurping and gulping, she did exactly that. The tears filling her eyes were only in part gag-induced but mostly born of sheer libidinous joy as Shayla gloried in the feel of Jadrik's sperm splashing against her tonsils, coating her throat and flowing into her stomach. A sense of deep satisfaction filled the seed-gobbling wizardess as she avidly swallowed every jetting rope of cum the warlock had to give her. As she feasted on his creamy semen, she slowly slid the puffy seal of her lips backwards along his big pulsing cock, stopping with just the slick spongy head trapped inside her inhaling mouth. 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 02



While the final gooey white spurts bathed her palate and pooled on her tongue, flooding her mouth with the intoxicating taste of Jadrik's cum, Shayla shuddered all over, purring as she savored her lover's liquid essence. Slowly, reverently, she drank down the last of that thick delicious load, feeling revitalized by the presence of his potent sperm inside her body. It was such a pleasurable shock, such a jolt to her cum-deprived system that the wizardess suddenly found it incredible to think that she had actually gone three years without feeling Jadrik's seed sloshing in her mouth, without tasting him and eating her fill of his rich, heady cock-juice.

With his head spinning from the afterglow and his boner still lodged cozily inside her warm wet mouth, Jadrik grinned as he watched Shayla suckling eagerly on his dick long after he was done plastering her throat with jetting sperm. Pumping him at the root with one delicate hand while she diddled her pussy with the other, the gorgeous wizardess appeared completely absorbed in the task of draining him dry of every last tiny drop of cum. As if the excitement of being with her again wasn't enough, Shayla's talented lips and her awesome succubus-like oral skills easily managed to keep the warlock semi-hard, his desire for her far from sated. 

Caressing her long black hair as she cooed and slurped while thirstily nursing on his pole, Jadrik couldn't help but feel a wave of tenderness inside him as he truly recognized his amazing Shay, his adored sweet slut, acting like her old naughty self again. Suddenly, even the idea that she was about to get married, with a rookie paladin no less, and that she wanted him to help her fiance fulfill the sacred oath of reclaiming the Chapel of Red Spires didn't seem so intolerable to the warlock. 

After all, Jadrik mused as he sighed in delight from a particularly intense suction on his plump shaft, all kind of things could happen if he accepted to go along on that silly quest. A few encounters of the sexual kind between himself and Shayla were likely to occur, given the clear passion with which the wizardess was reacquainting herself with his cock, but something even more pleasing could happen. Every road leading to the end of every quest in the world was paved with the corpses of incompetent adventurers already, but the warlock was confident that one more dead paladin would easily fit in with that sorry lot of deceased first-timers. 

Grinning and exhaling as a radiant and humming Shayla munched happily on his cock while fingering her juicy slit, Jadrik twirled her lush dark locks around his fingers as he murmured: "You really needed that, uh?" 

"Mmh mmph!" she nodded, bobbing her face on his boner as she looked up at him with a satisfied expression on her dick-stretched lips and a joyous glimmer in her deep blue eyes. 

"I guess your sanctimonious paladin fiance doesn't really understand the concept of feeding a cum-hungry slut her daily load," Jadrik teased, "does he?"

"Mmhh-mmh..." Shayla hummed glumly, shaking her head no and curling her cocksucking lips down in a comically exaggerated expression of sadness.

"Aw, my poor slut!" Jadrik sympathized, stroking her soft porcelain-smooth face to the sound of her muffled moans and the wet squishy slurps of her greedy blowjob. 

"And, based on how tight you felt," he went on, "I assume that your sweet little pussy hasn't seen much action either, beside maybe some depressing perfunctory copulation every once in a while, right?"

"Mmh-mmph," she confirmed with a dick-muffled sigh, shrugging her shoulders and thus making her heavy bulging boobs jiggle all over the place as she tried to sob around his mouth-plugging boner. 

Leaning down to pinch her fat swollen nipples before grabbing the soft fullness of her tits in his palms, the warlock looked the wizardess straight in the eye as he whispered: "I bet your tight little asshole has been feeling even more neglected than your pussy. Isn't that so, my sweet slut?"

Sucking harder on his cock as her gaze locked with his, rubbing her clit faster at his words, Shayla nodded her head and moaned a long, needy: "Mmhhphfhh!" 

"That's such a shame... Seriously, how could anybody allow such a beautiful ass to remain empty of cock?" Jadrik teased, pumping his twitching erection deep into Shayla's accepting gullet. As he repeatedly jammed his glans as far as possible down her throat, she meekly knelt there with dribbles of saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth, humming excitedly, her eyes wide in anticipation. 

"A naughty buttslut like you needs to be fucked in the ass all the time. I bet you really need it badly right now... Don't you, Shay?" 

"Mmmmh!" Shayla spluttered, flicking her clit with ardent desperation while Jadrik skull-fucked her lustfully. 

His vigorous mouth-plowing motions were causing thick ropes of spittle to overflow her luscious saliva-glossy lips and dribble down her chin. As he humped his cock into her mouth as vigorously as he had done with her pussy, Jadrik groaned with arousal at the sight of those shiny strings of mixed spit and pre-cum dangling lewdly from Shayla's beautiful face for a while before they splattered wetly on the smooth upper slopes of her huge, spectacular tits.

"You know, Shay," the warlock grunted, cupping her chin in one hand and holding her by the nape of her neck with the other as he fucked her throat hard and fast, "all you have to do is ask and I'll fill your poor neglected asshole right now. I'll give you exactly what you need, my sweet slut: a thick hard cock deep in your ass. Just ask me and I'll do it. If that's what you want, of course..." he taunted, knowingly perfectly well that at that point Shayla couldn't have resisted if she wanted to.

As they both knew she would, Shayla let him hump his fat dick into her surrendered mouth for just a few moments more, then she simply couldn't help herself. Shaking her head free of his hands, she pulled her face off Jadrik's cock, letting his massive erection slip out of her spittle-drenched lips with a swooshing pop. 

"Yes!" the wizardess gasped before she even took a breath, panting and squirming with need. "Pleeease, Jad, yeees! I need it so bad..."

"Then say it, slut," Jadrik teased her, slapping his saliva-coated boner on her flushed cheeks, leaving her face glistening with a mixture of her spit and his oozing pre-cum.

"Oohh, Jad, fuck my ass!" Shayla blurted out, almost sobbing. "Pleeeease, it's been so long... I missed it sooo much... I need your cock deep in my ass right now!" 

As she whimpered her need to be sodomized, the wizardess diddled her drooling folds and rolled her engorged clit between her fingers one last time, bringing herself off to a swift mini-orgasm. Then, panting and feeling her girl-cum trickling down her thighs, she turned around and leaned down, getting on all fours. Tilting her bouncy rump in the air, cooing all the while, Shayla willingly offered Jadrik her glorious bubble-butt in all its plump juicy roundness. 

"Good girl," the warlock murmured, taking in the dick-hardening perfection of the wizardess's luscious, fleshy ass. Never removing his eyes from the spectacular protruding curve of Shayla's booty, Jadrik crossed the room, sat on his bed and patted the crumpled sheets beside him. "Now crawl over here, my slut," he smiled, "we will need to get you all nice and greased up first." 

Reaching into his nightstand, Jadrik retrieved a jar of the special gooey salve that he concocted himself to use during anal sex with all those women who, unlike succubi, didn't happen to have a self-lubricating anus. He might have been considered little more than a dabbler in alchemy by normal standards, but the warlock knew he had a knack for creating sex-related potions and oils. That salve was his own private little masterpiece. 

"After all this time, I expect your tiny little asshole to be especially tight..." Jadrik mused, clutching the lubricant in his fist. His voice was thick with desire and his boner twitched at the mere thought as he watched Shayla approaching his bed on all fours. Spellbound by the sight of her fabulous ass getting closer and by the prospect of finally reclaiming it as his, he kept mumbling: "So very, very tight..." 

Purring like a depraved busty kitten, her heart pounding in her ears as she savored the anticipation of knowing that she was going to get assfucked by Jadrik after three years of total anal abstinence, the wizardess slowly and sexily crawled her way across the room. As she swayed and wiggled her sumptuous bubble-butt side by side, making the warlock salivate, Shayla gloried in the look of lustful hunger painted on his face while he stared raptly at her ample, bouncy asscheeks. 

Pausing briefly just to take off her boots, the wizardess climbed into Jadrik's bed and knelt beside him, facing away from him as she got on all fours. 

Feeling tingly all over, she lowered her upper body down on the mattress, so that she was resting on her forearms with her big tits dangling heavily underneath her and her face pressed sideways on the sheets. Arching her back, Shayla pushed her plump ass enticingly up and looked over her shoulder, meeting the warlock's questioning and slightly frowning gaze. Jadrik hadn't told her to remove her boots, but she didn't care. In fact, the wizardess had to admit that she might really like it if he chose to punish her for it. Still, that wasn't why she did it. 

"Just to show you that I don't have hooves, Jad..." Shayla explained in a husky purr, affecting a mock-innocent yet very naughty expression. "We don't want you to be confused, since you won't see my face while you're fucking my ass. But this is me, baby: your Shay, your slut. Not some stupid random hell-whore."

The warlock's cock hardened even more as he watched the wizardess sensuously wiggle her spectacular bubble-butt right before his face, mesmerizing him as she made her fleshy buns jiggle and undulate mouth-wateringly. As a warm fuzzy feel spread inside him, Jadrik leaned down and planted a loving, reverent kiss on each of the amazingly juicy asscheeks that he had dreamed about nightly in the last three years. 

"Oh, my silly slut! I could never, ever mistake you for anyone else," he murmured in an uncharacteristically tender and truthful tone, "and especially from behind. I'd recognize this epic bubble-butt among a million others. Only your ass is this beautiful, Shay."

Smiling, feeling her body relax and her mind float away at those heartfelt words, Shayla closed her eyes and exhaled, enjoying the feel of her lover's hands on her ass, kneading and caressing and massaging her soft, round buttcheeks. 

Ever since the first time Jadrik had sodomized her, taking her anal cherry as he had taken her virginity, Shayla had always had a thing for assfucking. Somehow, the unique mixture of naughty submission and surprising intimacy inherent in anal sex never failed to thrill the wizardess to the core. That was a good thing, considering how obsessed with her ass Jadrik was. Weirdly enough, the way in which he worshiped and praised her magnificent bubble-butt had often made Shayla feel like, within their ever-flowing role play, it was she who controlled him, not the other way around. In truth, for as long as she had known him, the warlock's one true weakness had always been his fixation with her gorgeous bouncy ass. 

When she felt his fingers digging possessively into her luscious rump as he parted her smooth plump asscheeks to reveal her crevice, Shayla braced herself, shuddering in anticipation. She had to wait no more than a few moments. As always, the second Jadrik laid eyes on her tiny winking rosebud, something snapped inside him. 

"Oh, Gods in the Heavens and Devils of all Hells!" the warlock stammered, trembling at the sight of the pinkest, cutest little asshole he had ever seen, touched, licked and fucked. "Shay... Ohh, Shay, I lovmph mmh mmpffh!"

Jadrik was still attempting to talk even as his face plummeted of its own accord into the lush valley of Shay's butt-cleavage. Her low purrs of anticipation turned to husky moans of delight as his mouth took possession of her tiny twitching pucker and he began eating her asshole out like a famished beast. While her eyes rolled back in her head at the feel of the warlock's tongue lapping away at her sensitive little hole, Shayla instinctively reached a hand to her pussy. Her fingers went crazy on her dripping slit and engorged clit as she gloried in the toe-curling sensations that Jadrik's butt-pleasing mouth was giving her.

Kissing and sucking on her pink winking orifice, licking and slurping and swiping his tongue all around the crinkled edges of her adorable little asshole, Jadrik moistened and mollified Shayla's sphincter into complete surrender with his oral devotion. As he used his lips and tongue to pay homage to the most delicate, most private of gateways to her voluptuous body, the warlock lost himself in a bout of single-minded ass-worship. For long dreamy minutes, he knew nothing except the pulsating tenderness of the wizardess's tiny nibbling butt-ring clamping around his ass-poking tongue and the soft fleshy roundness of her splayed open buttcheeks filling his palms and brushing smoothly against his face as he rimmed her with abandon. 

Squirming and gasping, feeling her slick juices trickle past her clit-frigging fingers and down her already nectar-streaked thighs in an almost uninterrupted overflow of delight, Shayla eventually forced herself to speak. She had enjoyed two quick mini-orgasms while Jadrik devoured her asshole with unprecedented intensity as her own pussy-strumming fingers squished and swirled away on her overcharged nub, making her whole body buzz with pleasure, but it wasn't enough. Like a deliciously lewd appetizer, Jadrik rimjob only made Shayla's anal hunger grow.

"Ohh Jaaad, you lick my ass so good! But now oowhhh, yeees... I want more, Jad, I need more!" she panted, wiggling her bouncy rump and shifting forward a bit to dislodge the warlock's face from her butt-cleavage. "Gods, my asshole is tingling like crazy. I need your cock inside my ass, Jad, you have to fuck me! Fuck my horny slutty asshole, pleeease... I'm going to explode if I don't feel your big hard cock deep in my ass now!"

Shaking his head in surprise as he realized that his joyous ass-feasting trance had been interrupted, the warlock managed to absorb the wizardess's words. Grinning, he quickly straightened on his knees and grabbed the jar of lubricating salve. Jadrik's breath was ragged with excitement as he applied a generous amount of the gooey fluid all over Shayla's delicate saliva-shiny sphincter and started rubbing it on her tiny orifice with his fingertips, tenderly circling the crinkled rim of her butt-ring and adding more ointment as he massaged her asshole into relaxation. 

Once her cute pink rosebud was lathered in lube and he could feel how the tight knot of her forbidden little hole was utterly surrendered and welcoming under the gentle pressure of his digits, the warlock carefully eased his forefinger into the wizardess's pliant anus. Starting to slowly saw his digit in and out of her asshole, the warlock added more salve to coat her snug anal walls with the slippery fluid. Locking gazes with her as she looked at him over her shoulder with a glint of blazing desire in her eyes, Jadrik smiled while Shayla nodded her encouragement. Moments later she was moaning huskily at the feel of another of his long, expert fingers sliding gently into her sphincter. 

Glorying in her sexy vocalization and the wet sound of her digits still circling incessantly around her swollen clit, Jadrik masturbated Shayla's anus deeply and fluidly with his index and middle finger, waiting for her anal muscles to relax, stimulating her sweet asshole while allowing it to adapt and loosen a bit, gradually making her snug little orifice open up for him. As he gently finger-fucked her ass, the wizardess kept mumbling and panting, brokenly expressing her intense craving to be buttfucked.  

Those needy, basic vocalization drove Jadrik insane with arousal, but he knew better than to just stick his dick up the wizardess's plump, amazing ass. After not being sodomized for three years, Shayla was bound to be as tight as an anal virgin. That notion made him positively drool with desire, but it also meant that he had to be especially careful. Hurting his adored slut was not an option at all, so Jadrik kept fingering her anus and adding more lubricating unguent to her docile little asshole, until he was certain that she was as greased up and receptive as she could be. Then and only then did he slip his digits out of her ass and knelt behind her magnificent upturned rump.

"Ready, Shay?" the warlock asked in a raspy voice as he nestled his raging erection between the wizardess's sumptuous fleshy asscheeks and covered his whole length in a generous dose of lubricating ointment.

"Uuh-hu," she nodded, urgently swaying her round bubble-butt side by side. 

Shayla got goose bumps at the feel of Jadrik's fat glans nudging at the entrance of her tiny little sphincter. As he started to press his cockhead into her greasy backdoor, poking carefully at her hot winking rosebud, the wizardess yelped out, maddened with need: "Pleeease, Jad, just stick it in me! Fuck my ass and make me your buttslut again!" 

"Oh, Shay... It will be my pleasure," Jadrik breathlessly responded as he parted her meaty buns wider and pushed his swollen purple tip into Shayla's glinting pink star.

Her well-prepared asshole offered minimal resistance as the warlock pressed his mushroom head firmly and steadily against that tender little pucker. After mere seconds of calm persistence, the wizardess's sphincter yielded and his bloated knob slipped inside her beautiful plump ass. Moaning in unison over the squishy popping sound of her slick rosebud blooming out and wrapping itself around his fat glans, the lovers shivered together as Shayla's tiny needy butt-ring dilated and stretched, eagerly welcoming Jadrik inside the warmth of her gripping, slippery asshole. 

Her delicate orifice was perfectly relaxed while the velvety tightness of her oily anal tunnel tugged and clung onto his invading cockhead, so Jadrik pushed gently forward and fed Shayla's pink distended asshole a little bit more of his thickness. Digging his fingers possessively into the wizardess's round juicy buttcheeks, the warlock groaned in amazement as he enjoyed the way her pliant anus seemed to be sucking him in, avidly gobbling his advancing shaft while he carefully wormed his way deeper into her smooth, steamy rectum.

"Uuhh fuck, Jad, fuuuck!" Shayla yelped, gasping for breath. She was already drunk with pleasure while only the first inches of his girthy boner stretched her asshole and sank at a maddeningly slow pace into her tight, twitching anal passage.

"Do you want me to stop, Shay?" Jadrik panted, glad to pause for a second to let her adjust but also to get a grip on himself. 

After three years without a cock in her ass, Shayla's naturally snug anus felt tight beyond description around his throbbing shaft. It really did feel as if she was an anal virgin again. Both the thought and the feel of being somehow able to relive their very first unforgettable assfuck were getting the warlock so worked up that he feared he might shoot his load into his adored slut's constricting rectum way before he got a chance to properly sodomize her.

"Noohh... Oohh fuck no, don't stop!" the wizardess cried out, clawing at the sheets with one hand while she slapped her overworked clit with the other. "I need to feel your cock all the way up my ass! Don't you dare fucking stop, Jad, I want all of you deep in meeehh... Uuhh fill my ass full of cock, please," she begged as he stirred his partially buried length inside her pulsating asshole. "Give me more, baby, pleeease! Give it to me now ooowwhh!"




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 02



"Fuck, Shay, you're the best slut ever!" Jadrik grunted as his cock flexed with excitement within the gripping caress of her butthole. 

Ignoring her delicious pleas to get her ass wrecked there and then, the warlock was deliberately restrained in his relentless yet gentle anal invasion. Rough talk was one thing, but causing Shayla actual pain by hurting her cute, exquisite little asshole was simply out of the question. Besides, making her beg for it was almost as delicious as calmly reopening her extra tight, virgin-like anus. So, despite Shayla's persistent and ever more vocal requests to get brutally buttfucked, Jadrik tamed his own bestial lust for her spectacular ass and managed to stay in control as he fed his stiff meat into her dick-squeezing asshole by minimal increments, pushing and stopping and then pushing a millimeter more in a lazy, agonizingly slow gliding progression. 

Once he was immersed balls-deep in her welcoming, impossibly tight rectum, with his scrotum resting on her weeping slit and his hips pressed firmly into her plump pillowy buttcheeks, Jadrik let out a long libidinous sigh, only then realizing that he had been holding his breath while he jammed himself inside her pink little orifice. Shaking all over, the warlock panted with pleasure as he started gently grinding his boner within the caressing warmth of Shayla's slippery, cock-hugging bowels. 

The wizardess was almost crying with joy as she gloried in the unique sensation of absolute stuffing fullness radiating throughout her body from her tender, oversensitive asshole. The knowledge that Jadrik was once again sheathed to the hilt in her deepest anal depths, stretching her out and filling her up with his fat veiny shaft, was more than enough to trigger an intense stabbing climax that radiated outward in a blinding burst of bliss centered around her long-neglected and finally dick-crammed anal tunnel.

"Uuhh Jaaad, yeeeess!" Shayla wailed, her bugged-out, pleasure-glazed eyes looking back over her shoulder to meet his equally lustful gaze. "I'm c-c-ccuhh-uhh-ummiiing!"

"Aahh... Thousand Hells! Fuck, Shay... Your ass is the best!" the warlock gasped back at her, shivering as the rippling anal convulsions of her climaxing rectum massaged him and tugged at his boner amazingly. 

While her orgasm crashed over her, Jadrik leaned down and pressed his chest onto Shayla's arched, sweat-slick back. Resting his head close to her panting, beautiful visage, the warlock started kissing the wizardess's flushed cheeks, her nose, her chin, her lips. Smooching Shayla's face all over in a bout of unrestrained affection, Jadrik kept gently rocking his fully embedded pole inside the steamy snugness of her rectum. As she emerged from her climax, the wizardess reciprocated his kisses with blind, savage nibbles and suctions, all the while wiggling her majestic bubble-butt into his groin, letting him know that she was ready to be sodomized. 

The lovers were still making out messily as Jadrik began sliding his ass-plugging shaft back and forth inside Shayla's warm slippery anus. At first he kept his out-strokes shallow and his in-strokes slow, leaving most of his throbbing hardness sunk inside her ass. Barely withdrawing and then delicately filling her full again, the warlock sawed his length easily in and out, letting the wizardess's smooth anal walls reshape themselves around him. 

High on the feel of her warm dick-milking rectum adjusting and adhering deliciously to his boner, Jadrik started gradually picking up his tempo. Putting increasing vigor into his thrusts, he allowed more of his meat to slip out of Shayla's enveloping tightness at each pass, only to then plunge himself back into her buttery bowels a bit faster, again and again, gaining momentum as her gripping asshole adapted better and better to his raging cock. 

On the out-strokes, while Jadrik enjoyed the feel and visual of her slick clingy butt-ring dragging along his length in a hot squeezing caress, Shayla groaned in disappointment at the temporary emptiness in her ass. The warlock didn't leave her hanging for long though, and her blissful purrs soon resounded sexily in the room while he jammed her slick anal tunnel full of his aching erection again with a deep, fluid in-stroke. 

Shayla loved that part: it made her gasp in absolute pleasure to feel inch after veiny inch of Jadrik's shaft sliding into her ass through her tender, docile sphincter until she was crammed to bursting with his cock, and he was sunk balls-deep inside her velvety rectum, all snug and cozy. 

Repeating the sensuous in and out motions of his butt-stretching routine over and over again, Jadrik made love to Shayla's ass for long lascivious minutes. All the while, she worked her anal muscles masterfully around his pistoning length, squeezing and releasing him within her tender cock-hugging anus to match his assfucking rhythm. 

Supporting his weight on his outstretched arms while he humped her bubble-butt, Jadrik remained draped over Shayla's arched back, loving the feel of her smooth skin against his torso. While their bodies fused as they always did during their every coupling, the lovers kissed uninterruptedly all through their assfuck. Nibbling on the other's lips and letting their tongues dance passionately together, the warlock and the wizardess communicated with grunts and whimpers that were more meaningful than a thousand words.

Gradually, to the kiss-muffled sound of their mutual anal ecstasy, Jadrik's sodomizing pace got deeper and less restrained, until he was pounding Shayla's beautiful ass with gusto. 

The lovers kept groaning with debauched delight into each other's smooching mouth as the intensity and speed of Jadrik's butt-plowing thrusts kept increasing irresistibly, until his cock was flying in and out of Shayla's slippery asshole and he was riding her juicy rump with all he had. Just his glans remained wrapped in the needy grip of her tight elastic sphincter whenever he withdrew, only to ram himself to the hilt inside her steamy anus immediately, craving to be engulfed within her hot, smooth anal walls and to feel her rubbery rectum massaging him again from tip to root. 

With his lips clamped to hers and his chest glued to her arched back, Jadrik mounted Shayla's plump bubble-butt with the kind of burning passion that only she could inspire in him. The warlock and the wizardess didn't lose their synchronicity as the tempo of their sodomy accelerated even more. As his fat cock entered and reentered her welcoming asshole at full speed, Shayla's anal walls responded flawlessly to each thrusts, relaxing and accepting Jadrik's massive thickness into the deepest recesses of her bowels on the savage in-strokes only to then squeeze and cling tightly to his retreating length on the swift out-strokes, massaging him and holding him in the velvety warmth of her little forbidden hole until he was ramming himself into her ass again. 

While he desperately slammed his hips into her fabulous pillowy bubble-butt, Jadrik reached his arms around Shayla's soft gorgeous body, holding her tight, weighing on her and pressing himself to her surrendered frame, wishing to be one with her. 

As he plundered the wizardess's plump ass with hard jarring plunges, the warlock cupped a huge dangling tit in one palm while reaching his other hand lower, past her cute feminine tummy and over the little tuft of nectar-matted pubes on her mound, until his digits joined her whirling pussy-diddling fingers. Her rectum clamped and released erratically around his butt-pillaging hardness and Shayla sighed and mewled unintelligibly into Jadrik's mouth as they worked her budding clit together, making her gush yet another stream of girl-cum on their entwined, squishy fingers. 

The two loads he had fed his new succubus earlier and the batch of cum that Shayla had sucked out of him helped Jadrik delay his climax for quite a while, extending their primal anal coupling and allowing the wizardess to experience a toe-curling string of sizzling mini-orgasms. 

Each time he felt her anal tunnel starting to ripple in pleasure around his raging boner, Jadrik willed himself not to cum yet and began reaming her rectum even harder, managing to fuck his way through those amazing dick-squeezing contractions by means of the sheer intensity of his butt-delving thrusts. Of course, his renewed sodomizing furor only caused Shayla to cum again, harder, thus making her anus clench around his pole in another even more intense sequence of anal tugs, which Jadrik confronted by increasing his ass-pounding pace in turn, fueling a sweet vicious circle of shared anal delight. 

Eventually though, as much as the warlock wished he could keep assfucking his adored slut forever, their heavenly sodomy reached its inevitable peak. 

By the time Jadrik was close to cumming, Shayla was so far gone that she barely knew who she was and where she was anymore. The rushing sequence of back-to-back climaxes she had experienced had left her so deliciously wiped out that she wasn't even able to keep her pussy-diddling hand in place. Pleasure-dazed as Shayla was, her one firm certainty in the whole world was the feel of her lover's big hard cock wonderfully plowing her tight ass, irradiating her with full-body shocks of pure exhilaration. To top it all off, the persistent touch of the his amazing fingers strumming away on her clit made the wizardess's rapturous anal delight even more intense. 

Only gasps and blissful yelps, pronounced between animalistic kisses on Jadrik's hot panting mouth, manifested Shayla's indescribable ecstasy. Through those broken sounds and hungry smooches, she tried to let her devoted buttfucker know how much she loved what they were doing together and how much she had missed it, how good it was to feel him so deep inside her, how truly his she felt. 

Jadrik's every single ass-splitting thrust took Shayla's breath away, making her see stars while his fingers on her clit and his raspy groans on her face multiplied the amazing sensations that his final butt-ravaging assault was gifting her. When he suddenly spoke, she heard him as if through a fog despite the fact that his lips were brushing against hers, kissing and nibbling her soft, slack mouth.

"Mmph... Shay... Ooohh, my sweet amazing buttslut..." Jadrik mumbled, alternating between feasting passionately on her lips and mumbling his incoherent adoration. His throbbing boner was flexing and bucking in impending release within the snug quivering sheath of her anal walls, stimulating her rectum ever more powerfully as they both rushed to their climax. "I love this tight little asshole... I'm gonna fill your beautiful ass with so much cum... Aahh fuuck! I'm gonna cum-mphh... Aaghh yeees, Shayyy!"

"Jaaaad... Ooohh fuuuck!" Shayla sobbed in ecstasy, mewling into Jadrik's mouth as she felt his pulsating cock slam forcefully all the way inside her ass one last time and then suddenly swell even harder and bigger as his ejaculation surged along his thick pole. "Uuhh, I lovmph yoummfhhh!"

The hint of that declaration of love hidden in the mumbles that Shayla passed into his mouth through a messy soulkiss sent Jadrik's head spinning. Buried balls-deep in the ass that he never thought he would fuck again, immersed from tip to root inside the slick dick-hugging warmth of his adored slut's tight rectum, the warlock suddenly felt faint as he crested over spectacularly. His clit-frigging fingertips managed to circle Shayla's overworked nub one last time as his mind went blank and his cock exploded in a torrential barrage of cum, bathing the wizardess's anal depths in a deluge of his thick milky sperm. 

Blown away as she already was, Shayla thought she would go crazy with lust and joy and sheer physical pleasure as jet after potent jet of creamy seed splashed deep inside her ass, flooding her bowels with an ungodly amount of pearly cum, plastering her quivering anal walls with Jadrik's precious ejaculate. An orgasm more intense than any she could remember experiencing suddenly claimed her body, wiping the wizardess away and sending her rectum into a series of deep, cock-milking spasms that multiplied the warlock's pleasure and drained every last dribble of semen from him, much to the lovers' shared enjoyment.

As his raging cock pumped more and more sperm into her pulsating anus, filling her deepest anal depths with thick cum, Jadrik and Shayla held their mouths pressed together in a breathless, ardent kiss. Their desperately joined lips muffled their cries of release and their faces stayed glued together even as Jadrik's slim, shaking body collapsed down and on the side, dragging Shayla's curvy frame along until they were lying in an affectionate spooning position. 

Eventually, once he had no more seed to unload inside her ass and her rippling, cum-coated rectum finally stopped cramping around his deeply embedded dickmeat, the lovers found themselves forced to break their devouring soulkiss to gulp in some much needed air.

With his plump cock still plugging her anus and her tender clingy butthole holding him firmly at the base, thus trapping him snugly inside her seed-sloppy anal tunnel, Shayla cooed and smiled with her eyes closed as Jadrik wrapped his arms lovingly around her. Massaging her big jutting tits with languid care and tracing butterfly kisses along her neck as he tried to steady his breathing, the warlock held the wizardess as tight as possible while he inhaled the signature scent of her black hair, smooching her and nuzzling her radiant visage as they relaxed and savored the afterglow together.

"Mmmh Jad..." Shayla whispered drowsily after a while, finding it hard to form her thoughts and emotions into coherent words. "That was... It was..."

"That was heartwarming and no mistake, lass! I always knew ye two lovebirds would be back together some day!"

That gruff, booming voice and its unmistakable accent snapped Shayla out of her dreamy state in an instant. As soon as her still unfocused eyes blinked open, she saw him. 

On the other side of the room, standing right outside the section of the floor occupied by the teleporting pentagram into which the succubus had disappeared previously, a stockily built dwarf sporting a majestic double-braided red beard was holding his piercing gray eyes trained on the spooning, snuggling couple. 

"How've ye been, lass? Bet ye missed me, eh!"

Still as broad as he was tall, looking rock-solid and more formidable than ever despite not having any weapons or armor on him, Uli Uvnisson saluted the naked and very baffled wizardess with a quick nod of his head, greeting her as casually as if they had parted ways just the night before at the tavern, rather than three years earlier. 

As usual, the husky warrior wore his thick red hair tied up in a topknot, but he was wearing an uncharacteristically neat and almost elegant burnt orange shirt whose refined fabric seemed unfit to contain his barrel-like chest and his massive, powerfully muscled arms. Similarly, his neat black pants were clearly straining from the pressure of the bulky bulge tenting his crotch.

"Uli!?" Shayla shrieked, making a weak attempt at covering herself with the crumpled sheets but giving up instantly, realizing how ridiculous it was to act modest at that point and in the presence of the dwarf whose wide stone-hard cock she had enjoyed on more than one occasion. "How long have you been standing there peeping on us?!" 

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To be continued...



The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 03



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex and group sex, so be warned in case you're not into that sort of stuff. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

This chapter picks up exactly where the previous one ended, so it's best to read that first.

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On the other side of the room, standing right outside the section of the floor occupied by the teleporting pentagram into which the succubus had disappeared previously, a stockily built dwarf sporting a majestic double-braided red beard was holding his piercing gray eyes trained on the spooning, snuggling couple. 

"How've ye been, lass? Bet ye missed me, eh!"

Still as broad as he was tall, looking rock-solid and more formidable than ever despite not having any weapons or armor on him, Uli Uvnisson saluted the naked and very baffled wizardess with a quick nod of his head, greeting her as casually as if they had parted ways just the night before at the tavern, rather than three years earlier. 

As usual, the husky warrior wore his thick red hair tied up in a topknot, but he was wearing an uncharacteristically neat and almost elegant burnt orange shirt whose refined fabric seemed unfit to contain his barrel-like chest and his massive, powerfully muscled arms. Similarly, his neat black pants were clearly straining from the pressure of the bulky bulge tenting his crotch.

"Uli!?" Shayla shrieked, making a weak attempt at covering herself with the crumpled sheets but giving up instantly, realizing how ridiculous it was to act modest at that point and in the presence of the dwarf whose wide stone-hard cock she had enjoyed on more than one occasion. "How long have you been standing there peeping on us?!" 

"A good few minutes, lass. Nothing that I haven't seen before, though, ye know..." he guffawed, winking and raising his bushy eyebrows allusively.

"So, you just stood there and watched us?!" the wizardess exclaimed, affecting hurt dignity. 

In truth, as much as she tried to be angry, Shayla could clearly sense the familiar tingles of her long-dormant kinkiness resurfacing with a vengeance. No matter what she said, the wizardess couldn't help but feel turned on by the realization that the burly dwarf had just watched her getting royally assfucked by Jadrik, a show that Uli had often enjoyed during their adventuring days, most of the time taking part in the action as well.

"Aye, lass. I teleported in here and ye two were going at it like drunken halflings, so of course I watched yer sweet arse getting nicely buggered! And ye can see what that did to me," the dwarf jokingly grumbled. 

Rubbing his aching erection through his pants, Uli stomped toward the spooning couple. His thick, bushy red mustache wiggled as he smiled at the sight of the naked wizardess's tongue swiftly licking her lips while she stole a glance at his massive bulge.  

"Ye know, I didn't even pull it out to wank one off. Didn't want to ruin yer moment, so to speak. That's how respectful I am of young human love!" Uli concluded with a booming chuckle, actually meaning every word. 

Convinced that Shayla and Jadrik belonged together since he first saw them bickering and then making out passionately during the very first quest that the three of them had done as a group many years before, the dwarf was genuinely happy to see the warlock and the wizardess reunited. Catching them in bed together after their time apart wasn't much of a big deal for Uli. At four hundred and forty-eight years of age, he was still a spring chicken by dwarven standards, so to him the three years that his friends had spent away from each other counted like a mere handful of days in human terms.

The warlock was still torpid with post-orgasmic bliss as he peeked over the wizardess's smooth shoulder and distractedly acknowledged the dwarf's arrival. 

"Hey there, Uli," Jadrik yawned, still clutching onto Shayla's soft curvy body. The warlock kept smooching her delicate neck and caressing her big jutting tits as he lazily addressed the warrior: "You got the new hell-whore settled in alright, I'm sure?"

"Aye, and then some!" the dwarf grinned widely. Uli couldn't help but tug at his pant-clad boner as he recalled the hard fucking he had imparted to the new demoness's three holes before sending her to please the patrons and resuming his own usual responsible persona as the business-savvy manager of the Hellhole Brothel. 

"That's why I teleported back here, lad. We'll need more of them tailless succubi. Many, many more, and real soon. The customers were fighting for that new one and paying double to have her. Lots of gold in this new species ye found, lad, great job!" the dwarf concluded, rubbing his beefy hands together at the prospect of future profit. 

"What in the Thousand Hells?!" Shayla screamed, unnerved by the business conversation taking place while she still had Jadrik's cock jammed up her ass and now also Uli's bulging crotch hovering before her face. 

"Are you two seriously going to talk shop right now?" she demanded, glaring somewhat unconvincingly at the dwarf and then at the warlock, getting just amiable grins and shrugs in response. Not really sure what to say, feeling disturbingly excited as she continued eying Uli's tenting groin while Jadrik massaged her boobs and stirred his boner deep in her rectum, Shayla haltingly went on: "I mean... There's more important stuff to discuss! I came here because..."

"Right... And why is it that ye came back now of all times, lass?" Uli asked, furrowing his brow and crossing his powerful arms on his wide, puffed-out chest. As he stared unwaveringly at the gorgeous naked wizardess, the dwarf parted his legs and automatically assumed a steady battle stance, which only made his pant-clad erection even more evident. 

"Ye know, the lad here never really got ye outta his mind. Ye did quite a number on each other, ye two silly kids. I always thought ye were such a great couple, for humans anyway." 

Uli's half-stern and half-nostalgic tone gave Shayla pause. She knew that he had always been a big brother of sorts to Jadrik, who was an orphan, but during their adventures together the dwarf had grown on the wizardess too, becoming a kind of acquired relative to her as well. Uli's opinion mattered more to Shayla than she would ever openly admit, and hearing him talk so fondly about her relationship with Jadrik really got to her. Besides, despite her attempts at rationalizing the situation, she couldn't deny the ties of affection that bound her to the warlock, their perfect sexual compatibility being just a part of a deeper, true connection. 

Jadrik's smacking smooch on her cheek and his lovey voice sobered her up instantly as soon as he murmured: "Oh, but we're still a great couple! Aren't we, Shay?" 

"Whaaat!?" she exclaimed. "Jad, do you even remember why I came here in the first place?"

"Alas, I do..." he sighed theatrically. "All too well, yes, my sweet slut... I do remember." 

Shayla arched an eyebrow at that. Noticing the unmistakable tell-tale edge of self-congratulation in Jadrik's jokingly staged voice, Shayla knew that he was laughing inside. That seemed very suspicious, all things considered. He looked way less concerned than he should have been, given that she was engaged to someone else. His former anger and hurt appeared to be completely gone, replaced by lust and passion and desire for her. Still pondering, the wizardess lost her train of thought as soon as the warlock embraced her tighter and flexed his chubby boner deep inside her ass, wiping her brain clear and forcing a choked gasp of pleasure to escape her succulent lips. 

"So," Uli persisted, still standing firmly by the bed, "why exactly are ye here, lass?"

Exhaling in resignation, Shayla told Uli what she had already told Jadrik, revealing that she was getting married and that she needed help to free her fiance from an oath so that he could be allowed to profess his wedding vows. It felt wrong to say all of that out loud, especially while lying naked in Jadrik's bed, snuggled in his embrace and with his big cock wedged in her ass, but that wrongness, weirdly enough, came from neither guilt nor shame. Her discomfort, Shayla realized, was rooted in something else, something that the warlock had pointed out earlier and that suddenly, as she heard herself talking to Uli, made perfect sense to her too. 

'Seriously,' the wizardess couldn't help but wonder, 'why am I even getting married at all?'

For three years, Shayla had let things happen, being uncharacteristically diplomatic about everything her family had her do. It had seemed best to just go along with all the things that her father and mother had planned out for her. She had been so determined to distance herself from her reckless past that she had resignedly agreed to meet and then date and eventually get engaged to Aldarius. She couldn't say that she was happy with any of that, but, despite her constant doubts, she never managed to find the motivation to defy the apparent inevitability of day-to-day life. Needless to say, reuniting with Jadrik had changed all of that in a heartbeat. 

The warlock had been absolutely right when he said that her true self was something entirely different from the facade she was trying to maintain. It was undeniable that, as Jadrik had vehemently reminded her, deep down she was wild and passionate and, yes, slutty too. In truth, Shayla loved being that way. The hundreds of sensible reasons that she had given herself to settle down and get a respectable husband and be a well-adjusted mage at the Imperial University seemed like someone else's thoughts all of a sudden, as if her mind had just become sharp and clear and focused again for the first time in years. 

"Ach lass... Ye got yerself engaged to a paladin?!" Uli grumbled loudly in bafflement, breaking Shayla's glum reverie. 

There was more than a hint of honest concern underneath the dwarf's perplexity. Cupping her delicate chin in his thick stubby fingers, the bearded warrior looked the wizardess in the eye, slowly saying: "What in the Alefather's name happened to ye while uncle Uli wasn't watching yer back, lass?" 

His gruff yet sympathetic tone made Shayla sigh and shake her head dejectedly. Meeting the dwarf's unflinching steely stare, she gave her sincere answer. 

"I don't know, Uli. I was just... I thought that... Oh, I don't know... I just don't know."

"Well, ye can relax now, lass," the dwarf said, patting the wizardess's soft oval face with his big, coarse hand. "Ye did good coming to us. Whatever ye need, we're gonna help ye."

Exhaling, letting herself go completely while a familiar sense of comforting warmth enveloped her, Shayla closed her eyes again. No matter what was going to happen, or what she had let happen when she was on her own, she wasn't alone anymore. She was with the people who truly knew her, those who had shared so much with her and who knew how to make her feel good, in every way. And, most importantly, she was herself again. 

As the dwarf stroked her cheeks and chin, Shayla relaxed and smiled, shivering with rekindled arousal under that firm, virile touch. Cooing, safely snuggled in Jadrik's comforting embrace, the wizardess rocked back, pushing her plump cock-plugged ass firmly into the warlock's groin, stirring her rectum with his fully sheathed boner. 

While Jadrik held her tightly and tweaked her sensitive nipples, smooching her shoulders and neck as he gently started humping his length into her seed-slippery rectum, Shayla couldn't help but purr huskily, a growing wave of sensual heat already bubbling inside her. A delicious shiver of excitement ran dawn her spine when one of Uli's strong hands stopped caressing her face and reached lower to cup her warm, soft pussy mound. As the dwarf rested two thick digits on her drenched slit and started tracing his calloused fingertips slowly along her swollen nectar-glinting labia, the wizardess couldn't help but squirm and yelp out her delight. 

Enjoying the butt-filling presence of Jadrik's cock in her ass and Uli's titillating manipulations on her clit and pussy lips, Shayla kept her eyes closed and focused fully on the sizzling sensations caused by the multiple attentions she was receiving. Soon, unbidden moans of pleasure erupted from her slack mouth. 

The wizardess was melting inside as Uli's coarse yet expert fingers kept playing teasingly with her tender slit, toying with her dewy folds and stimulating her engorged nub until she was writhing under his touch. At the same time, her head was spinning as Jadrik spooned her more firmly, holding her by her huge jutting tits while he gently but persistently sawed his recuperated boner in and out of her cum-slick asshole. 

Feeling something hot and hefty brushing on her cheek, Shayla finally opened her eyes. At the sight of Uli's massively erect and obscenely girthy cock flexing right in her face, she couldn't help but coo excitedly. 

Helplessly drowning in desire, groaning as Jadrik bucked his sperm-lubricated boner deep inside her rectum, the wizardess wrapped her slender, elegant fingers around the extra-large base of Uli's pole and gave it a few intense pumps. A huge shiny dollop of pre-cum appeared on the dwarf's bloated purple glans as his shaft pulsed in Shayla's slowly jacking hand. The irrepressible need to savor that clear drop of cock-juice and coax another tastier, denser cream from that powerful slab of dickmeat tore the wizardess's already limited reservoir of restraint to shred. 

Flicking her tongue all along the underside of Uli's veiny tool before finally retrieving the precious drop of runny pre-cum with a contented slurp, Shayla looked up into the warrior's piercing gray eyes as she spoke.

"You want me to suck you off, you dirty old dwarf? Is that what you want, uh?" she asked sultrily, knowing she would do it even if, absurdly, Uli was to say no. 

"Ye know I do, lass!" Uli guffawed. "But I ain't old, I'm just four hundred and fou-ooh-oowwhh..." 

The dwarf's words died on his mustache-covered lips, turning into a guttural grunt as Shayla hungrily took his huge bulbous cockhead into her wet oral cavity and started sucking aggressively on him. 

"Good girl," Jadrik whispered in Shayla's ear, nibbling her neck as he rammed his boner hard and deep into her exquisite seed-slippery asshole, making her voluptuous frame shake and causing her to groan around Uli's thickness. "That's my dirty little slut. Take that fat dwarven dick all the way down your throat..." Jadrik encouraged the wizardess as she forced herself to take more of the burly warrior's mighty tool into her gullet, spluttering and drooling all over it in the process.

Even though she had managed to engulf Uli's monstrously wide glans and a few inches of his large shaft into her mouth with relative ease, Shayla was unable to cram any more of the dwarf's robust cock any deeper down her throat. Uli's dick wasn't as long as Jadrik's, but it was much thicker around. The fact that Shayla had given the dwarf lots of blowjobs in the past should have made the lewd challenge of taking Uli all the way into her gullet very easy, but her position, lying on her side with her head slightly bent, was far from ideal for the task, no matter how much she attempted to better align his pole using her hands.

Noticing Shayla's slutty disappointment as she gagged and choked but failed to fit Uli's large shaft completely inside her mouth, Jadrik buried his boner to the hilt in her warm dick-squeezing rectum and dragged her voluptuous body up with him as he rolled and moved. Shifting and adjusting, Jadrik repositioned the two of them so that he was sitting up on the bed with Shayla straddling him. While her ass remained firmly impaled on the warlock's cock and her arched back still brushed against his slim chest, the wizardess now faced the dwarf openly, granting him complete access to her talented mouth. 

In that new position, finally able to work her jaw better and push her face lewdly further down Uli's wide mouth-stuffing rod, Shayla swiftly managed to slide her obscenely outstretched lips all the way over that rigid, spittle-glistening shaft. A choking, spluttering slurp of lewd contentment marked the moment when the wizardess felt the dwarf's huge cum-filled balls bumping against her chin. 

With the big spongy tip of Uli's massive length poking as deep as it would go into her throat, gagging and drooling profusely, Shayla couldn't help but feel a sense of naughty pride warming her inside. Not many human women possessed the slutty fellating skills to deep-throat a large dwarven cock, but she definitely did. A quick orgasm brought by a whirl of the warrior's thick clit-strumming digits was her immediate reward, soon followed by the warlock's murmured praise.

"Yeah, like that. That's my slut," Jadrik purred into her ear, grinning and wrapping his arms around Shayla's soft cute tummy, lovingly caressing her smooth skin. As she started to bob her head on Uli's stiff meat, the warlock kept egging her on, knowing that she would be excited by his words.

"That's right... Now suck that cock, my sweet slut... Suck him off good while I fuck your fabulous ass..."

To the wet slurping sound of her avid blowjob, Jadrik humped his cock firmly upward into Shayla's buttery bowels, guiding her up and down on his spearing shaft as she rocked her plump dick-skewered bubble-butt on his lap. The warlock couldn't stop staring at her tender, dilated pink sphincter sliding up and down along his length as Shayla started undulating her glorious ass in time with his sodomizing tempo, trying to match his bucking thrusts. As Uli began lustfully ramming his extra large pole into her stretched out, spittle-drooling mouth, the warlock whispered again into the wizardess's ear. 

"I'd really love to see you bounce this beautiful ass of yours on my cock while Uli fucks your throat. Think you can do that, Shay?" he teased, smooching her sweat-salty shoulder as she purred sloppily around the dwarf's girthy tool. "Come on, my slut. Fuck your own little asshole on my big cock." 

Moaning wetly as she slurped on the dwarf's throat-clogging dick, Shayla squeezed Jadrik's butt-cramming shaft within her twitching anus in assent and swiftly did as she was told, loving Jadrik's kinkiness and her own restored sluttiness. 

Lifting her sumptuous rump off his lap and then letting herself plummet down, the wizardess repeatedly engulfed the warlock's ass-stuffing hardness balls-deep inside her rectum, impaling herself on his rigid boner over and over again. The sound of her round jiggly buttcheeks meeting his groin with clap after lewd fleshy clap went straight to Jadrik's head, egging him on to pump his dick harder into the slippery snugness of Shayla's steamy anus, making her shiver with delight while she cooed and slobbered around Uli's mouth-stretching thickness. 

As she worked her plump juicy ass ever more actively up and down on his raging dick, the wizardess's head spun from the heady, pleasure-husky echoes of Jadrik's voice murmuring incessantly into her ear. 

"Aaah, you're such an amazing buttslut, Shay... My sweet slut has the hottest, tightest little asshole ever, oohh fuck... Bounce that beautiful ass on my cock, slut... Fuck yeaaahh, like that, Shay... Good girl..." 

Shayla was high on those lewd praises. Jadrik's words added a further delicious layer of naughtiness to the exhilaration of what she was doing, and she loved every minute. Bouncing away like a madwoman, riding the warlock's cock with her ass and choking on the dwarf's meaty face-humping boner while his stumpy fingers diddled her pussy, the wizardess felt incredibly good, and not just because of the string of mini-orgasms radiating for her well-rubbed clit and dick-jammed rectum. 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 03



She was the slutty center of yet another heated sexual triangle, just like in their adventuring days. She was the reason why Uli and Jadrik were panting and moaning, why their cocks were so big and hard, fucking her ass and mouth deep and fast, drunk on lust because of her, awed by her gorgeous body and by her remorseless sluttiness. It was savagely revitalizing to experience that kind of forbidden thrill again and Shayla let herself be possessed by it completely, basking in it, feeding off of it, as she had done so many times before. 

For a while, the room was filled with the lewd symphony of the threesome's coupling. Uli's booming groans and the sound of Shayla's squishy, messy deepthroating blowjob mingled sensuously with the fleshy clapping impacts of her magnificent buttcheeks slapping rhythmically on Jadrik's thighs. It was the dwarf who eventually interrupted that lascivious concert to speak out his appreciation of Shayla's sweet debauchery.

"Aaahh lass, yer mouth is just as incredible as I remembered!" Uli grunted, pumping his massive hardness roughly and deeply into the wizardess's surrendered, saliva-drooling face, swinging his huge balls into her spit-glossy chin at every slamming, throat-banging thrust. Rolling and pinching her clit between his calloused digits, causing Shayla to let out yet another dick-muffled squeal of release, the dwarf huffed as he stated: "Ye could really give every last one of them hell-whores at the brothel a run for their money, lass, I swear!"

As she came again on Uli's relentless fingers, Shayla couldn't help but feel her obscenely cock-stretched lips curl up in a wicked, lewdly proud smile. Reinvigorated by his praise of her oral skills, she sucked the dwarf off with gusto, pushing her face recklessly forward to meet his wide surging shaft, taking him as deep as possible inside her talented, constricting gullet. Far from getting offended for being equated to a demonic prostitute, the wizardess rejoiced, feeling more alive and satisfied and truly herself than ever, and all because she was being a slut. 

She didn't even care that Jadrik's sexual prowess and his preternaturally abundant ejaculations had a lot to do with his continued exposure to the magically-imbued sexual juices of the legions of demonesses he fucked on a daily basis. All that mattered was that she was his slut again, bouncing her bubble-butt on his cock and taking him deep in her cum-flooded ass, acting dirty for him and with him, lustfully sucking another guy's cock while her amazing lover vigorously sodomized her. 

As she slid her sensitive asshole up and down on Jadrik's thick pole with unrestrained passion, impaling herself like there was no tomorrow and making her jutting tits sway away wildly, Shayla experienced climax after climax in an uninterrupted ebb and flow of pleasure that coursed like a sensuous current between her thoroughly-rubbed clit and her wonderfully stuffed asshole. Fueled by those rolling orgasms, the wizardess's unchained lust did nothing but grow and grow, enveloping her in a pleasurable dizzying haze that pulsed through her entire body with each deep mouth-humping thrust and upward butt-stretching push of the two cocks fucking her face and ass. 

Shayla was light-headed with bliss when Uli suddenly stopped plowing her throat and slid his gullet-plugging dickmeat out of her mouth. As he dislodged his fat bulbous glans from her oral cavity with an audible squishy pop, the dwarf's pole dragged out thick strands of saliva as well. Those shiny filaments dangled lewdly between Uli's tool and Shayla's lips for a moment before breaking up and splattering wetly on the already drool-shiny slopes of her huge, heaving jugs. 

"I don't want to intrude too much on yer reunion, ye lovebirds, so I won't fuck yer sweet little pussy, lass," Uli said, grunting excitedly as he positioned his extra wide cock between the wizardess's ample swaying boobs, "but I just can't resist these big titties of yers anymore."

"Uuhh yeah, fuck my tits!" Shayla yelped, gasping for air and trembling from another incoming orgasm as she kept bouncing her round rump on Jadrik's upward-thrusting cock. "Ooohh fuck my ass hard, Jad... Don't stop fingering me, Uli..." she implored, maddened with pleasure. 

As she trapped the dwarf's robust boner in the lush valley of her cleavage, pressing her hands to the bulging sides of her breasts to squeeze her jiggly globes firmly around that unbending slab of dickmeat, Shayla crested over once more, screaming out her lascivious encouragement to the guys. 

"Uuuhh yeees, fuck my aaass! Touch my cliiit! Ooohh Gods, yeaaah, fuck my tits, Uli! Fuck my big fat titties and cum all over my faaaace!"

Chuckling at her lewd words, the burly dwarf flexed his wide tool between the wizardess's fabulous jugs and began humping away. His tit-fucking tempo was furious from the start, but he glided easily up and down between those soft fleshy melons thanks to the copious ropes of spittle coating his cock and her boobs. Uli had always had a thing for Shayla's big tits, and now that he was enjoying them again he went crazy on them, fucking them so recklessly that his girthy cock poked into the tumid, inviting O of the wizardess's wide open mouth at every pass.

Knowing how slutty she could be when she was sufficiently turned on, the dwarf wasn't surprised that Shayla eagerly took him between her lips and started suckling on his precum-leaking glans at his every rabid tit-humping up-stroke. Rolling her clit more urgently between his stubby fingers, Uli smiled at the lust-consumed wizardess, making her mewl even louder as he pinched and pulled on a puffed-out nipple with his other hand. 

"Ye've still got the best damn tits I ever saw on a human, lass! Aahh aye," the dwarf muttered dreamily, tit-fucking her faster, "so big and heavy and juicy..." 

As Shayla writhed and slammed her ass on Jadrik's butt-stuffing cock, yelling in pleasure whenever her lips weren't stretched around Uli's boob-humping boner, the warlock renewed his sodomizing efforts, bucking up as hard and deep as possible into the wizardess's tight slippery asshole. Grabbing her possessively by the waist, feeling his climax getting nearer with every bounce of her plump bubble-butt on his aching shaft, he slammed her up and down forcefully by her hips, pulling her off his entire twitching length on the up-strokes and then forcing her anus to gobble him to the root again on the down-strokes.

In a matter of minutes, Shayla was so far gone that she barely had any energy left to impale herself on Jadrik's throbbing cock or hold her boobs squashed together around Uli's thick tit-fucking tool. Shuddering, she screeched when she felt her clit being strummed in an amazingly torturous flurry of rubs and pinches that made her see stars. Through the haze of a huge incoming climax, she heard the warrior growl and gasp throatily.

"Aaah get ready lass... Here I cuuum!"

A shiver ran up the wizardess's spine as the dwarf's robust swollen boner throbbed between her tits and his cum surged along his pole, exploding before her eyes in a single, massive spray of cum.

While Uli's humongous load hit her ecstatic face in a continuous geyser-like spurt of gooey white seed that splattered all across her cheeks and nose and lips, Shayla kept her mouth wide open and stuck out her tongue. Moaning wantonly like the sperm-craving slut she was, she tried to catch as much of the dwarf's dense jetting semen as possible inside her oral cavity, hungry for his cum. Though she managed to swallow quite a lot of Uli's potent burst of cock-cream, a good portion of that thick deluge still dribbled down her chin, painting the upper slopes of her jiggling, spittle-glistening tits in sticky dwarven ejaculate.

"Aaahh fuck..." Jadrik grunted as Shayla gulped down noisily and writhed in climax on his lap. As she came hard on Uli's clit-torturing digits, her rectum clamped so wonderfully around his raging dick that he was pushed over the edge. "Your ass is so fucking good... Oohh take my cum, Shayyy!"

Overwhelmed, so pleasure-weakened that she could barely hold herself up on Jadrik's lap, Shayla screamed as the warlock forcefully slammed her bubble-butt down on his boner and rammed himself all the way up inside her twitching, plundered asshole. A moment later he was growling into her ear and cumming deep inside her ass again, filling her steamy cock-squeezing rectum with another huge load of his potent spurting seed. 

The feel of Jadrik's meaty pulsing length spraying rope after rope of creamy cum into her already seed-plastered anal depths and the taste of Uli's semen in her mouth were the last sensations that the wizardess's brain registered. Her vision faded to white as her sperm-drooling lips turned up in a blissful smile. A full-body tremor of ecstasy overtook her, like a warm wave of physical joy washing over her entire being to keep her perfectly cozy and satisfied while she passed out with one last contented whimper. 

Panting and sweating, Jadrik lovingly held his adored slut's curvy body as she went limp in his arms. Once he was done pumping her rectum full of his liquid essence, he gently raised Shayla off his lap and slipped his deflating shaft out of her reddened, dilated anus. Grunting as his sperm-slimy cockhead popped out of her well-fucked sphincter with a squishy slurp, he devotedly laid her down on the bed to rest on her side. 

After glorying in the obscenely beautiful sight of his abundant cum trickling out of her gaping asshole in bubbling pearly rivulets, Jadrik brushed Shayla's sex-tousled black locks away from her face and planted a tender kiss on her hot, puffy lips. 

"You're always the best, my sweet slut..." he murmured, taking one last long look at the wizardess's gorgeous, sated form. Then he got off the bed.

"So," the dwarf said, putting his chubby dick back in his pants and furrowing his bushy eyebrows at the the warlock, "looks like we're off to the Chapel of Red Spires, eh?" 

"Yeah, apparently," Jadrik snickered as he made his way to the desk and put on his black robes. Fishing a flask full of a scarlet liquid from one of the drawers and waving it toward the approaching dwarf, the warlock slumped back in his comfy armchair and offered: "Revitalizing potion?"

"No way, lad, not until ye make them digestible for dwarfs. Ye should really take some time to work on yer alchemy someday, that swill gave me the shits last time I drank it. Still, this thing with the lass..." Uli persisted, his scrutinizing eyes trained on the warlock's strangely relaxed expression. 

Uli knew Jadrik enough to know that the warlock had to have some plan in mind if he was so willing to join the wizardess in a quest that, in theory, would lead to her marrying someone else. And of course, knowing Jadrik, Uli was sure that if such a plan existed, as it probably did, it would certainly involve Shayla's fiance dying a horrible death, somehow.

"Yes, what about it?" Jadrik shrugged, gulping down the syrupy rejuvenating potion and smacking his lips, affecting innocence all the while even as he felt Uli's gaze boring into him, reading his dark intents all too clearly. "We'll be just helping her as a friend. You know, for old times' sake and all that kind of nonsense... It's a nice gesture, Uli, why all the scrutiny?"

"Aye, a nice gesture," the dwarf guffawed, "and ye're famous for those, ain't ye, lad?"

The warlock and the dwarf shared a long, meaningful glance, understanding each other without words. 

If Jadrik wanted to murder Shayla's betrothed, Uli had no problem with it. Besides, it had been a while since he had swung his axe in combat, he was always so busy running the brothel and fucking demonesses around the clock and counting coins and drinking his daily barrels of beer in praise of the Alefather and so on. A bit of adventure could be a fun diversion, the dwarf had to admit. So, after a brief silent dialogue made of furrowed brows from Uli and shrewd grins from Jadrik, the bearded warrior chuckled and nodded solemnly. 

"Right then. I'll go pay a visit to this paladin's Temple," Uli stated, already planning ahead. "Unless I'm very much mistaken, we're entitled to some gold for supplies and other expenses if we take part in a sworn crusader's quest. And I'll have to sort things at the brothel too. I'm thinking of having my cousin Sballi take over in our absence... He's already helping me out as it is, when he's not stretching some demon-bitch's cunt. What'd ye say, lad, is that fine with ye?"

"Sure, of course," Jadrik nodded distractedly, already going over the preparations he himself would have to make and listing them grudgingly out loud. 

"I guess I should summon more Praetorians to guard the house and set some magical traps here and there, bolster the defenses and such... And I'll need to get a proper crate for my books, I can't leave my little ones here, not all of them for sure... It will have to be a solid one but not too conspicuous, reinforced wood, maybe... And then I'll have to put some protective spells on it and everything..." he said, trailing off. Then, sighing, the warlock shook his head dejectedly and met the dwarf's gaze. "I so hate packing, Uli. I really do."

"Bah, quit whining and cheer up, lad!" the dwarf grumbled with a mustache-hidden smile. Shrugging his massively muscled shoulders, Uli pointed a thick finger toward the bed. "After all, she'll be there too, ye know."

Lying on her back with her legs parted wide, Shayla had apparently reemerged from her post-orgasmic blackout. Using one hand to hold her huge boobs pressed to her lips, she was avidly licking Uli's cum off those soft bulging mounds, shifting hungrily from one fleshy tit to the other. Meanwhile, her other hand was urgently retrieving glob after oozing glob of Jadrik's seed from her gaping, slowly shrinking asshole. Once her sphincter-circling fingers were coated in the warlock's overflowing sperm, she brought them straight to her insatiable mouth and licked them clean, humming happily as she slurped down her creamy treat. 

Jadrik smiled at that sight. It gladdened him deeply to realize that Shayla's first instinct upon regaining consciousness had been that of gathering as much cum as possible from her tits and asshole and gobbling it down. It was a thought almost as heart-warming as the many delectable plans already forming in his head to dispose of a rookie paladin that, for a silly twist of fate, had undeservedly ended up being engaged to a magnificent, incomparable slut like his adored Shay. 

"Oh yeah," the warlock exhaled, a dreamy expression and a rare smile on his face as he feasted his eyes on the wizardess's spellbinding, seed-splattered naked beauty, "she'll be there alright..."

*****

To be continued...



The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 04



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex, so be warned in case that's not your cup of tea. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

***** 

Solemn and armor-clad, Aldarius Van Holt sat proudly astride his noble destrier, staring straight ahead, riding into the glorious future. The shiny, finely decorated yet strictly ornamental buckler he wore on his left arm marked him as a paladin of the Order of the Golden Shield, while the delicate bejeweled mace hanging by his side, obviously useless in any sort of real combat situation, indicated that he was a healer rather than a fighter, a holy crusader whose mending powers came from the benevolent deities of Light.

Dogmatically certain that the sacred symbols emblazoned on his silvery-white armor were a good enough reason to keep wearing the blessed plates despite the scorching sun beating down on him, Aldarius carried the stifling, unwieldy metal encasing him from head to toe with pious stoicism. Enduring that searing heat and crushing weight was just another test of his boundless conviction, and he was determined not to fail. With a heart full of righteousness and the Gods of Light guarding his path, the paladin was certain that nothing but success in his quest awaited him. 

"What a pathetic clown..." Jadrik spat as he once again looked disgustedly at the knight leading their party down the dusty, sun-baked country road. "Just look at him! How can anyone be so full of shit?!" the warlock insisted before exhaling and slumping in his saddle. Sulkily, he pulled the hood of his black robes down on his thin face and tried once more to fall asleep while riding his horse, failing yet again. 

"Bah!" Uli grumbled beside Jadrik, swatting a fly buzzing around his mule's neck. "He's just daft in the head, that's what he is. I'm telling ye, lad," the dwarf chuckled, "he's gotta be just about roasted inside that shiny armor of his by now. No serious warrior with a wee bit of sense in his skull would ever wear full plate gear out of combat on a fine summer day like this one!" 

To stress his point, the massively muscled dwarf pointed at the reinforced leather kilt and unbuttoned buckskin vest he had on, complemented by the gigantic battle axe strapped to his back. 

"Then again, he's just a human after all," Uli added, running his stubby fingers along one then the other of the two majestic swinging braids of his fiery red beard. "Daftness is kind of a racial trait for yer people, lad," he sagely concluded, "ye just gotta expect it to surface here and there."

Ignoring Uli's comments, too immersed in his own hostility toward the paladin, Jadrik musingly went on. "I just can't fathom what Shay sees in him anyway..."

"Not that much, apparently!" Uli guffawed as he pointed forward at Shayla. 

Sitting her horse elegantly and with practiced confidence, wearing a short azure tunic and tight-fitting black pants tucked into her knee-high riding boots, the wizardess was proceeding beside her paladin fiance, shaking her head and yelling at him. She was arguing with him for the thousandth time and still she was failing to convince Aldarius to remove at least his helm before he succumbed to sunstroke and broke his neck falling off his horse. 

The full and cumbersome headgear that the holy knight was wearing prevented his words from being intelligible for Jadrik and Uli, but they were both confident that the paladin must be babbling something about morality and duty and other very noble and thoroughly unpractical abstractions of that sort. 

Being a young woman of fiery temperament and a seasoned adventurer who was actually giving a first-timer a few useful tips, Shayla was barely able to contain her ire at Aldarius's reiterated dismissal of her suggestions. Letting him trot ahead under the blazing sun, the wizardess halted her horse and waited for Jadrik and Uli to reach her, all the while shaking her head and making her jet black ponytail sway side by side as she mumbled angrily under her breath. 

"You know, Uli," Jadrik said, unable to hide a grin, as he watched Shayla glare daggers at her armor-clad fiance, "even if we've been on the road for just two days, I'd say that the chances of that idiot getting fireballed by his own betrothed are increasing very rapidly."

"Aye, and he's way too daft to even notice," Uli agreed. 

Crossing his massive arms on his barrel-like chest, the dwarf pondered over Jadrik's not-so-hidden agenda about somehow seeing Shayla's boyfriend dead one way or another before their quest was done. In truth though, the more Uli got to know Aldarius, the clearer it became that murder was completely unnecessary: unless the paladin wised up quickly, he would end up getting himself killed all on his own soon enough. 

"The way I see it," Uli mumbled out loud, "once we leave the road and get into the woods, he's gonna fall on a rusty goblin sword and die, just like that. Classic end of an idiot, slain by the first pack of scrawny greenskins he runs into. Ye mark my words, lad."

"I can live with that," Jadrik conceded, "as long as he dies, I'm happy. Still," he went on, getting serious, "I think you should start getting acquainted with the idea of chopping his head off on the quiet, just in case. I can't waste my magic on a rookie like that, it's just too undignified. Besides, Shay might get mad at me if a demon ripped Al apart in his sleep all of a sudden. I don't want to upset her now that we're getting close again. So," Jadrik reasoned, "if that sanctimonious fool's sad little Gods should keep him alive through this journey and allow him to get the information about the Chapel of Red Spires that he needs to get permission to marry Shay, well, in case all of that happens, you'll have to kill him." 

"Me?!" Uli snorted, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and tightening his topknot as he looked askance at the warlock. "I won't chop a daft rookie's head off, lad! It'd be an insult to my axe and my pride as a warrior! I could punch his dumb holy mug to a pulp, though," the dwarf added with a shrug of his broad, powerful shoulders. "Aye, that'd be all nice and proper."

"Be it as it may, the paladin must die," Jadrik briskly concluded. 

The murderous scowl on the warlock's face didn't last long, turning all by itself into a sincere smile as soon as Shayla joined him and the dwarf. The wizardess's buxom boobs jiggled mouth-wateringly in time with her horse's easy pace, making Jadrik's cock stiffen in his pants. 

"Hey, my sweet slut," the warlock greeted her, holding the reins of his black stallion in one hand as he leaned toward Shayla to fondle her huge jutting tits with the other. "Looks like young Al there is throwing another tantrum, isn't he?" 

After their recent sexual encounters, the wizardess couldn't help but feel a naughty thrill whenever Jadrik called her his slut. Still, even though she liked his hungry stares and relentless attentions, she didn't want to make things too easy for him, so she dodged the warlock's grabbing hand and exhaled in resignation at his question. As both Jadrik and Uli feasted their eyes on the huge amount of juicy, wobbly cleavage displayed by her low-cut tunic, the wizardess spat out her frustration at Aldarius.

"He's such a clueless rookie! I don't know if it's because he's a healer or if dumbness is a requisite to become a paladin, but he acts like the stupidest, most incompetent adventurer ever! He doesn't even want to stop at the village up ahead for the night! He says we must ride on until the horses are exhausted, then we should sleep by the side of the road again, even if there's an inn we can stay at less than an hour from here! Can you believe that?!" 

"Don't ye worry lass," Uli said, reaching a beefy hand to amicably slap Shayla's bouncy bubble-butt. "I bet he's gonna pass out any minute now. Ye know, heat exhaustion and such. Then we can tie a rope around him, drag him to the inn and let him cool off in the water trough. Daft paladin," he muttered, shaking his bearded head in bafflement, "riding all day in full plate armor..." 

"Yeah, it's just too hot today," Shayla agreed, unfazed by the lingering sting left by the dwarf's smack on her round meaty rump. 

Since they had left the Capitol two days earlier, both Jadrik and Uli had made no effort to hide their appreciation of her body and their desire to do more than just grab her big boobs and fondle her plump ass. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much, Shayla had found herself really liking the guys' barely contained lust for her. 

After their recent reunion, during which she had let the warlock fuck her in every hole while the dwarf enjoyed her mouth and tits, Shayla had been very conflicted about her sentimental situation. Specifically, she had been wondering why in the Heavens she had ever stopped adventuring and had gotten engaged, to a totally inexperienced paladin, no less. On top of that, there was the fact that Jadrik was clearly still in love with her, and she couldn't deny her own feelings for him. 

The warlock was as amoral and cynical as ever, with no goals in life except finding the key to ultimate power in one forbidden grimoire or another. He was a demon-fucking sex-addicted loner and he had even started a brothel specialized in succubus whores, and yet he was the best lover Shayla had ever had. Besides, he was the one person in the world who truly, genuinely knew her and appreciated her without judgment or reservations. With him she felt free to do things she wouldn't even dream of doing with anybody else. Jadrik always understood her and accepted her, no matter what. He made her feel things she had never felt for, nor with, anyone else. For all of that, she adored him. 

Deep down Shayla knew that she and Jadrik were meant to be together, even though she had spent the last three years denying that disturbing yet powerful truth by trying to be a well-adjusted magic user and a sensible young noblewoman fulfilling her social obligations within the upper echelons of Imperial society. It was relieving for her to realize that, in the last couple of days, she had truly felt like herself again after a boring, self-imposed period of hibernation. Most importantly, she could finally sense the rekindled flames of joyous desire burning deep inside her for the first time in a long while.

Even though she hadn't given in to the guys' and her own urges yet, since they had started their journey Shayla had been thinking about sex almost non-stop. It was through sheer willpower and a perverse, deliciously torturous determination to let her arousal build up as much as possible that she had resisted Jadrik's constant advances and Uli's blunt sexual offers. At that point, the wizardess felt almost ready to explode, she was so overcharged all the time. And it wasn't just about sex, either. 

Jadrik's lust and love for her made Shayla feel good, Uli's gruff presence made her feel safe and being on a quest made her feel in the right place, like it had always been the case whenever the three of them were adventuring together. Too bad that the quest they were on at the moment was meant to free her fiance from his oaths to his sacred Order so that he could marry her. And, of course, too bad that she did have a fiance she was supposed to get married to in the first place.

Sitting straighter on her horse, Shayla sighed and shook her head, dispelling her grim cogitations. Puffing out her buxom chest and trying not to let her doubts cloud the beautiful day shining down on her, she glanced at Jadrik. A happy laugh escaped her tumid lips at the sight of the hooded, black-cloaked warlock, whose face was almost totally obscured. 

"Holy Gods in the Heavens, Jad, you're so ridiculous!" the wizardess laughed out loud. "Why are you hiding from the sun? Afraid you'll burst into flames? As far as I know, you still haven't deciphered the Lost Tablets of Guur'Gaazl the Undying, and you haven't learned the ritual of Demonic Metamorphosis. You're not a creature of the Endless Null, Jad! So get some damn sun on that sickly face of yours, come on!" 

"Yet, Shay. I haven't turned into a creature of the Endless Null, yet..." Jadrik sulkily replied. "But I will! Someday, I will." 

"She's right, lad," Uli chuckled along with Shayla, slapping her bouncy bubble-butt again to stress his agreement. "Ye spend too much time cooped up in yer study, always with yer necromantic books and hell-bitches. Just enjoy the fresh air and catch some sun, for a change. It'll do ye good!" 

"No, it won't," Jadrik firmly stated. 

Gazing at the wizardess and the dwarf in turn, the warlock testily explained: "Just so you two know, I read in the Alchemist Guild's Weekly Gazette that sunlight and sunburn and most things sun-related are in fact grievously noxious to the skin and can cause all sorts of horrifying maladies."

"That doesn't sound like a real thing, Jad," the wizardess replied, arching a thin eyebrow.

"It is! They are already experimenting the effects of protracted exposure to sunlight on gnomes, with disquieting results! And by the way," he went on, reaching his long fingers to caress the wizardess's smooth beautiful visage, "a soft, delicate and porcelain-hued skin like your own is especially at risk, Shay." 

"Is that so?" the wizardess asked, smiling as she met the warlock's expressive brown eyes.

"Yes, absolutely! Maybe we should lather it with some sort of emollient," Jadrik grinned allusively, staring into her deep blue eyes. Then, pointing at his bulging groin, he suggested only half-jokingly: "I think I have just the perfect cream for you here. It will make your face all wet and moisturized, we only have to coax it out..."

Snickering back at him while she enjoyed the suggestive innuendo, Shayla unconsciously pressed her pussy harder into the saddle to stimulate her clit as she replied: "Promises, promises... Truth is, you're just a crybaby when it comes to being outdoors. You've always been, Jad."

"Of course! I am firmly against the outdoors in general," the warlock proclaimed vehemently. "I save my strength for indoor activities, as you well know, my adorable slut. I focus mostly on bedroom action because, well, I'm a romantic..." he said in an exaggerated purr that Shayla found comical enough to earn a laugh and a roll of her sparkling blue eyes. 

She didn't protest at all as Jadrik's hand traced the finely-embroidered neckline of her tunic and his digits slipped inside the tight-fitting cloth, cupping a jiggly, heavy tit. 

"Still," Jadrik added, fondling Shayla's juicy jug and tweaking her puffy, hardening nipple as she glared at him but didn't stop him, "in the right company any room will do. And even the outdoors, very exceptionally, might be fine. Like the shadows under that tree over there, for instance..."

A clanging crash of metal interrupted Jadrik's antics and made the three companions' gazes turn forward. 

Face down in the middle of the road, with his helmet-clad head and part of his chest immersed in a huge pile of horse shit, Aldarius lay unconscious and motionless while his noble destrier kept steadily clomping on without him. The knight's blessed plate armor was so visibly heated up that cooking an egg on it would be no issue. Only a few nervous twitches of his passed out, dangerously dehydrated body proved that Al wasn't dead just yet, much to Jadrik's disappointment.

"There! Sunstroke, as predicted!" Uli boomed, laughing as he spurred his mule to trot ahead toward Aldarius. While he uncurled a length of rope, ready to drag the collapsed crusader the rest of the way to the village, the dwarf couldn't help but shake his head and snort in derision. "Bah! Paladins..."

*****

"Can I bring you something else?" the pretty daughter of the innkeeper asked as she gathered the empty platters from the companions' table.

"Aye, more beer of course!" Uli winked at the slim human girl. 

"Coming right up," she replied with a smile. "Your friend with the shiny armor is awake, by the way. He's gonna be fine," the tavern girl added, blowing a stray lock of curly light brown hair off her face. 

"Damn it! I hoped he might drown in the stupid water trough..." Jadrik grumbled, tapping nervously on the table with one hand while the other was busily at work on Shayla's lower back. Even as he lamented the paladin's failure to die, the warlock kept his fingers wedged inside the wizardess's pants, where they were incessantly playing with the protruding curve of her glorious bubble-butt and teasing her tight, clingy asshole. 

During their meal, Jadrik had caressed Shayla's back with light yet persistent strokes, gradually moving down to her round shapely bottom. Starting over the light fabric of her tunic then slipping underneath it, he had traced and tickled the wizardess's spine, making her coo while his fingertips slowly roamed lower and lower. By the time his middle finger had sneaked its way into her pants and between her lush, round asscheeks, Shayla was past protesting. 

Finding no resistance beside a few idle threats and sideways glares from her, the warlock's probing digit had kept traveling into that cozy fleshy valley. Sinking deeper and deeper, he had teased the little pucker of the wizardess's rosebud with a fingertip while the rest of his hand cupped and squeezed her beautiful plump ass, then he had gently eased his middle finger into her warm, snug anus. Tenderly yet unstoppably, wiggling and twirling and poking, Jadrik's digit had buried itself all the way inside Shayla's rectum before starting to move in and out of her tight, clutching sphincter. Beside some husky gasps, Shayla had not said anything while her lover delicately masturbated her asshole.

"Oh no, he didn't drown in the water trough either. He's fine, really," the tavern girl reiterated, much to Jadrik's chagrin. "My father called pastor Ben to heal his burns. He'll be on his feet in no time, I promise." 

Jadrik cursed again. Perplexed by the warlock's reactions and by the silence of the squirming, flushed wizardess with the big tits sitting beside him, the innkeeper's daughter turned to the dwarf. The bearded warrior had been ogling her all the while, peeking unashamedly into the frilly neckline of her simple white blouse, taking in every displayed inch of her perky if not particularly ample breasts. At least that was a behavior the tavern girl was used to and understood all too well. Those other two were just weird, but then again most magic user were, as far as she was concerned.

"Right... So, more beer it is," the girl finally said, getting another lecherous look and a nod of approval from the dwarf. Then she turned around and made her way across the large empty room. 

Uli's flinty gray eyes stayed glued to the tavern girl's taut little butt until she disappeared through the swinging kitchen doors, then he refocused on his drink with a grumbling snort. 

"Bah, this human-brewed dishwater they dare call 'beer' wouldn't get a kobold drunk," he commented, chugging down the dregs of his mug. "But the service ain't half bad, I'd say, with a nice arse and young firm titties!"

"The wine is just terrible," Shayla said between soft whimpering sighs, setting her cup down after a final halfhearted sip. Then, as Jadrik slipped a second butt-probing digit down into her ass-cleavage to join his middle finger already snugly lodged inside her rosebud, she groaned in exasperation.

"Oh, for the love of the Gods, Jad, really?! Right here? I can handle a little teasing, but I'm gonna cum for real if you keep at it." 

"So?" the warlock shrugged, replying in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. "You love doing stuff in public places, Shay. And making you cum is actually the whole point. Just relax and enjoy. " 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 04



Even as he spoke, Jadrik was still pushing his forefinger into the pliant ring of the wizardess's little sphincter. Exploiting her squirming to his advantage, he deftly managed to slide his digit inside her tight, steamy butthole. While she purred and yelped, he eased his index all the way into her smooth anal tunnel, jamming it deep inside her ass and twirling it around alongside his middle finger. Rolling her eyes in mock-annoyance yet shuddering in pleasure at that increased anal stimulation, unable to deny the truth of the warlock's words and actually enjoying his naughtiness a lot, Shayla said the first thing that came into her head. 

"Mmh... Damn you, Jad! You could at least do my pussy first..." 

"But of course," Jadrik grinned, leaving his ass-sawing fingers in place but moving his other hand to the front of Shayla's tight riding pants, "your every wish is my command, my sweet slut!" 

With practiced speed, the warlock's dexterous digits opened the front of the wizardess's pants and cupped her swollen labia for a moment before aiming straight for her dewy slit. Her pussy was so wet that his index and middle finger slid inside her hot, silky soft vaginal channel with delicious ease.

"Oohh fuck!" Shayla yelped, jumping on her seat as Jadrik diddled both her holes with gusto.

"Is something wrong?" the innkeeper's daughter asked, furrowing her brow as she approached the companions' table and placed a full, foamy tankard before the dwarf. "Are you alright, lady?"

"Yeees, ooh yes!" Shayla nodded, forming her flushed features into a smile as she enjoyed the mounting wavelets of her incoming orgasm. The expert manipulations of Jadrik's relentless digits working her holes were rendered even more pleasant by the thrill of having her pussy and asshole finger-fucked in public, right in front of a pretty tavern girl, no less. 

"By the way, lassie," Uli said looking meaningful at the tavern girl and wrapping his massive arm around her thin waist to pull her closer, "I might need some extra services from ye, if ye know what I mean, and I'm sure that ye do."

As the burly dwarf fondled her heart-shaped rump through her knee-length skirt, pinching her firm little buttcheeks and grinning suggestively at her, the innkeeper's daughter smiled knowingly back at him. 

"Well, master dwarf, extra service means extra payment, if by 'service' you mean fucking me. That's what you meant, right?" she said, tilting her head flirtatiously and giving up any pretense of modesty since she was pretty sure that the warlock was fingering the wizardess under the table. 

"Aye, that's exactly what I meant, lassie. And extra payment is fair," Uli nodded, grabbing hard onto the tavern girl's ass while the true nature of Shayla's barely restrained moans and raspy breaths became increasingly more transparent. Fishing out a little pouch from a pocket in his vest and pressing it into the girl's palm, Uli concluded: "I reckon this will cover every service ye'll be asked to perform, won't it?"

"Whoa!" the innkeeper's daughter exclaimed, taken aback by the substantial heft of the coin pouch filling her hand. "That feels like a lot of silver!"

"Not silver, lassie. That's all gold," Uli pointed out, giving the girl's skirt-clad ass a covetous slap. "Ye'll have to service me more than once while we're staying here and ye won't be servicing just me, ye know. I'm sure that'll be enough for all three of us, won't it, lassie?"

Blinking her eyes, realizing that she had just been handed a small fortune in gold coins, the tavern girl mumbled: "Yeah... Sure, all three... That's fine, but, uhm..." 

As she trailed off, a worried look marred the girl's pretty features. Exhaling, she squared her slim shoulders and looked straight into the dwarf's flinty eyes. 

"Look," the innkeeper's daughter said, "I should probably tell you right now that I'm keeping myself pure for my future husband. I hope it's alright with you if I only take you in my mouth and my, uhm, my other hole... I'll give you back your money if it's a problem, master dwarf, but you will have to make do with just my butt."

"Pure, eh?" Uli guffawed through a deep gulp of beer, drenching his thick red beard in foam. "Well, lassie, that's not gonna be a problem. As long as yer bumhole is accessible, we'll make do alright, and then some! Won't we, lad?"

"We sure will," Jadrik grinned, his fingers a blur under the table as he unleashed a final double flurry on both of Shayla's twitching holes. "Isn't that right, my sweet slut?"

"Yesss! Uuhh Gods..." the wizardess yelped, past caring as she suddenly crested over, cumming hard on the warlock's talented fingers. "Oooohh fuck, yeeeess!" 

As her pussy gushed and her sphincter clenched around Jadrik's amazing digits, Shayla trembled all over, overcome by her climax. The wizardess gloried in her own wanton sluttiness as she realized how much her pleasure was enhanced by the fact that she was letting herself be seen cumming publicly, not to mention the fact that Jadrik had just called her 'his slut' in front of the tavern girl. 

"Uhm, alright. So it's settled..." the innkeeper's daughter hesitantly said, surprised by the obvious intensity of the buxom wizardess's orgasm but also distracted by a familiar tingle between her own legs. 

The tavern girl was no stranger to sex at all, but she always considered it something that happened behind closed doors, not in the main room of her father's inn. Clearly though, the companions had different and much hotter standards. 

Intrigued and impressed, the girl couldn't help but grin mischievously as she watched the warlock licking his nectar-shiny digits clean while the wizardess cooed softly beside him, her eyelids heavy and her mouth slack, her expression beatific. The busty sorceress was breathing in deep lungfuls of air that caused her luscious, jiggly cleavage to wobble enticingly within the tight-fitting confines of her azure tunic, making the slim girl slightly jealous and deeply horny at the same time. 

Clutching the pouch of gold in her hand, unperturbed by the fact that the burly dwarf was still winking allusively at her and fondling her perky little ass over her skirt, the innkeeper's daughter eventually spoke. 

"Alright then," she said, smiling and nodding foxily as she stepped back from the companions' table with a playful twinkle in her hazel eyes, "I guess I'll see you later. All three of you!" 

"Ye sure will, lassie," Uli yelled after the svelte girl, chuckling and rubbing his beefy, calloused hands together as she retired into the kitchen. "Ye sure will..."

Moments after the tavern girl had disappeared from the room, Jadrik wrapped his arm around the shoulders of a mollified, purring Shayla. Lazily, the warlock mused: "It's a shame that they have no decent desserts in this place, I know how much you love a creamy treat after a meal, Shay. Of course," he said, twirling a black lock of her long hair around his fingers, "I can help you with that, if you want. I'd be very happy to feed my sweet horny slut some freshly milked cream... And Uli would gladly contribute too, I'm sure."

Chuckling despite herself as she rested her head on Jadrik's shoulder, glowing from her climax and happily resigned to her own undeniable sluttiness, Shayla cocked an eyebrow and met the warlock's intense brown gaze. Unfazed by his not-so-subtle request, actually titillated by his transparent innuendo, she affected astonishment as she replied, flirtatiously batting her eyelashes. 

"Oh my Gods! Are you suggesting that I suck you boys off and drink your cum, Jad? Right here, right now?!"

To the sound of Uli's booming laughter, Jadrik smiled: "Perceptive and to the point, that's my slut!"

Giggling and snuggling closer to the warlock, wickedly turned on while her needy pussy still ached for more despite her recent orgasm, the wizardess didn't resist when Jadrik pulled her closer and leaned in, giving her a deep, intense kiss. 

As soon as his lips stopped sucking on hers and he withdrew his tongue from her wet welcoming mouth, Shayla met Jadrik's smirking gaze and nodded with a wink, biting her thick lower lip and cooing excitedly. With no need for further instructions, she quickly slipped under the table and got on her knees, facing the guys' parted legs. 

Licking her tumid lips, the wizardess trembled in anticipation as the dwarf lifted his kilt and the warlock opened his robes and undid his pants. Shayla's nectar-drenched pussy itched with need and her eyes widened, glazed with arousal, as she took in the sight of the guys' cocks springing up before her flushed face. They were both fully hard and their purple tips shined with pre-cum even in the relative dimness caused by the filthy tablecloth. 

High on a rewarding sense of sluttiness, Shayla lost no time. Wrapping her delicate fingers around Uli's exaggeratedly wide cockmeat, she started masturbating the dwarf's robust tool while she dipped her head down on Jadrik's raging erection, taking her lover's big dick in her mouth. 

With her lips wrapped in a soft enveloping seal around the warlock's meaty shaft, Shayla hummed and slurped greedily as she pushed her face all the way down along Jadrik's pulsing pole, until his glans was clogging her throat and her nose was pressed against his flat belly. Sucking away with abandon, causing thick dribbles of saliva and pre-cum to drool from the corners of her talented mouth, the wizardess moaned as she bobbed her head on the warlock's boner in an intense, deep-throating rhythm. 

Undeterred by the gag-induced tears welling in her eyes, Shayla face-fucked herself recklessly, forcing Jadrik's rigid shaft as deep as it would go into her gullet at every sloppy pass. In the meantime, her hands were just as busy as her mouth: one pumping furiously up and down on Uli's rock-solid erection and the other working her own crotch, rubbing away at her engorged, juice-slick nub. Turned on by her own naughtiness, Shayla soon switched, taking the dwarf's pole between her luscious lips and fluidly stroking Jadrik's saliva-lubed cock with her free hand. 

For a few minutes, the dwarf and the warlock laid back in their seats with dopey smiles on their faces while, under the table, the horny wizardess blew them in turn with equal gusto, bouncing her face on their shafts with increasing ardor each time she moved from one fat mouthful to the other. 

As she slid her soft puffy lips up and down one then the other of those two meaty poles, always tugging expertly at the dick that wasn't cramming her throat, Shayla never stopped furiously masturbating her hot dripping pussy. Egged on by the feel and taste of the guys' boners as they throbbed crazily and oozed constant trickles of pre-cum in her jacking hand and fellating mouth, the wizardess brought herself off to a delicious series of mini-climaxes that multiplied her already overwhelming desire to suck cock and swallow cum. 

Shayla's suctioning lips were stretched around Uli's disproportionally large member and she was gobbling him hungrily into her throat, determined to make him unload in her gullet soon, when a clinging metallic sound and a loud, solemn voice resounded in the room over the wet slurps of her blowjob.

"Fellow adventurers, I bring dire news!" 

Approaching the companions with a determined stride, Aldarius Van Holt smiled maniacally as he crossed the inn's main room. The light of holy fervor glinted in his watery eyes, obliterating what little common sense he possessed. 

Unaware that his betrothed was kneeling under the table acting like the epic slut she was, the paladin paused for dramatic effect as he stared down at the warlock and the dwarf, both slouching back in their seats with their heads thrown back. Far from imaging that their dreamy expressions were due to his fiance's relentless cock-munching and dick-stroking efforts, convinced that their current apathy was just another despicable symptom of their appalling lack of faith, Aldarius slammed his gauntleted fist on the table before speaking in a stentorian tone. 

"We have a duty to uphold, my brothers!" 

"No, we don't," Jadrik snorted, "we're already helping you more than you deserve, you self-righteous armor-clad clown. And we are not your brothers in any way. Not even figuratively." 

Despite the pleasure radiating from his well-tended cock, Jadrik couldn't help but let his lips curl in disdain as he looked at the paladin's square jaw and his short, sensibly cut blondish hair. Of course, the fact that Aldarius was soaking wet from spending the better part of the last hour unconscious in the water trough outside the inn managed to mitigate Jadrik's displeasure at seeing him. On top of that, the feel of Shayla's tiny fist pumping his spittle-slick boner in an exquisite up and down jacking routine helped a lot too, swiftly bringing back a contented grin to the warlock's face. 

"Evil lurks in this village, I tell you!" the paladin proclaimed heatedly, his words ringing with conviction while his fist descended hard on the table again. Unfazed by Jadrik's comments and Uli's persistent disinterest, Aldarius stood tall, striking what he considered to be a heroic pose before continuing. 

"Godless and unspeakable acts are happening! The dead are rising from the local graveyard to attack helpless plebs! The good pastor tending to these simple souls informed me of it as he nursed me back to health. I've been told that a band of young adventurers is already attempting to fend off the foul spawn of Darkness that shambles around the countryside terrorizing farmers and..."

"Yeah, yeah. Been there, done that. Many, many times, in fact. So there's zombies and/or skeletons attacking the village, big deal..." Jadrik exhaled idly, panting a bit as he felt Shayla's lips once again wrapping tightly around his cock and gliding rhythmically up and down his shaft. 

"Yes! Foul, soulless zombies are rampaging in the village! But the will of the Gods providentially placed us here, now of all times, no doubt so that we could save the local commoners from the undead!" the paladin exclaimed. "We must destroy those evil monsters, it's our sacred duty!"

"No it's noohh-ooh-ot..." Jadrik sighed, grinning and clawing at the tablecloth as Shayla gobbled his dick with particularly pleasurable intensity. Clearly, having her righteous fiance mere inches away while she wantonly sucked cock under the table was turning on the wizardess to the extreme, much to Jadrik's delight. 

"Yes it is! It's our duty, absolutely!" Aldarius persisted, shocked by his companions' slothful disinterest. "We are adventurers, our purpose is to kill evildoers and uphold justice!"

"Pff, yeah right... It's probably just a few wandering monsters anyway," the warlock shrugged dismissively, trying to steady his voice as he kept talking while enjoying the amazing blowjob that his adored slut was treating him to. "It happens all the time, rookie, relax. Every serious adventurer knows which monsters are worth killing and which are just useless trash. But then again, you don't learn this kind of things by staying safe and cozy inside a temple in the Capitol, praying to the Gods of goody goodness..."

"Ye know, maybe it's the son of the local pastor that summoned the zombies to begin with. I've seen it many times, laddie," Uli pondered, attempting to smile sagely but managing only a goofy grin toward Aldarius as Shayla's jacking hand flew up and down his thick, saliva-lubed pole. 

"Ye know how it is: rebellious kid finds a few necromantic scrolls in a mysterious chest somewhere, decides to turn to evil, wakes the dead in the graveyard and then blah blah blah... Long story short, it always turns out that he did it all just to piss off his old man, who's usually the village priest. Just youthful need for attention, ye see, classic human daftness."

"Aaahh yes, that's possible too," Jadrik moaned in agreement, bucking his cock up into Shayla's mouth in time with her deep, avid suctions.

"But we need to do something!" Aldarius screamed, appalled by his companions' disconcerting negligence in the face of duty. "The adventurers that took on the quest to free the village are failing, they need our expertise! And where's my dearest Shayla by the way?"

Both the warlock and the dwarf chuckled at that, finding it hilarious that the inexperienced paladin considered himself anywhere near their own level of expertise, not to mention the fact that the wizardess was literally right under his nose, sucking and jerking off their big cocks with abandon. Under the table, as she gave Jadrik's spit-lathered boner one last slurping kiss before switching to Uli's robust pole, Shayla repressed a snicker of her own before cramming the dwarf's mouth-stretching dickmeat inside her oral cavity.

"Ooohhh aye, the lass... Aaahhh!" Uli exhaled as the warmth and wetness of the wizardess's constricting throat engulfed his shaft. "She, uhm, she went up to her room, aaahh that's it! Needed to rest and all, something she ate didn't agree with her. Ye know how lasses get, eh?" 

"Probably too much sausage," Jadrik grinned, enjoying his beloved slut's fluid stroking manipulations, "sometimes Shay just can't help herself. Believe me, I should know... But that's how she is: when she gets that hunger for meat, she just has to stuff her face with all the juicy sausages she can get. As for your ridiculous undead attack," the warlock went on as he enjoyed a series of delicious twisting tugs on his spittle-coated shaft that let him know how much the wizardess had liked his naughty allusions, "the answer is no. Zombies are way beneath us. We let first-timers handle first-timers' stuff. Then again, you're so low on actual adventuring experience that you might even get something out of it after all..."

"You cowards! Shame on both of you!" Aldarius thundered while Uli's grin got wider as Shayla's avid mouth bobbed faster up and down his fat pole. "I won't waste another second with the likes of you! A young elven maiden has already been injured by the zombies! The peasants are facing the undead as we speak, risking their quiet, meaningless lives, and all you two can do is..."

"An elf lass!" Uli exclaimed abruptly, his wide cock twitching with excitement and spurting a huge dollop of pre-cum deep inside Shayla's gullet at the news. "Wait a second... Are ye saying that there's a pointy-eared lassie with these rookies fighting the zombies?"

"Yes, a young elven ranger who is extremely skilled with the longbow, apparently," Aldarius confirmed. "She was wounded during the fight, like many of the commoners of the village. I for one won't cower in fear in this squalid inn while good Gods-fearing men and women out there are dying in the name of..."

"Is she blonde? The elf lass, I mean," Uli demanded, suddenly very interested. Breathing hard as he pictured the object of his deepest and most arousing sexual obsession, the dwarf reached his coarse hands under the table and grabbed Shayla's black hair in his ham-sized fists, slamming her face roughly into his aching thickness. "Tell me, laddie, I need to know! Does she have flowing blonde hair and long pointy ears and aahh... And green slanted eyes?"

"Well, yes, actually she does," Aldarius confirmed, surprised by Uli's sudden change of attitude, "at least so the pastor said when he described her to me before leaving in a hurry to go tend to her injuries. They found her unconscious in the fields, her clothes torn to shreds and..."

"Passed out and half-naked! That's grrreaaat!" Uli bellowed. He was now recklessly humping his robust dick into the wizardess's mouth, driven wild by the prospect of getting his hands on the one single female type capable of making him utterly and irreversibly pussy-frenzied: a blonde elf girl. "Aaaghh, I'm gonna cuuum!"

"What?" Aldarius asked dubiously while Jadrik snickered and Uli grunted, shaking all over in his seat, a huge load of cum surging along his large twitching pole. "You're coming to fight the zombies?"




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 04



"Ayeee! Aarrghh... I'm cummiiing!"

The dwarf's hefty boner was jammed deep inside Shayla's cock-milking throat as his potent ejaculation exploded in a massive, continuous geyser-like spray of dense cum that plastered her gullet and splashed forcefully down her esophagus. Swallowing and slurping, glorying in the feel of Uli's abundant seed coating her tonsils and filling her stomach, the wizardess held the dwarf's throbbing column of meat inside her hungry maw until she was so starved for air that she just had to let his pole slip out of her oral cavity or pass out.

"Well, finally some enthusiasm for a worthy cause..." Aldarius mumbled, blinking in perplexity at a sighing and smiling Uli. Totally unaware that an ungodly amount of the dwarf's thick cum was sloshing in his fiance's tummy at that very moment, the paladin went on. "Alright then, I'll go back and help the pastor mend this elf maiden's wounds. Can I count on you to come and help defend the village with me?"

"Aye," Uli guffawed, huffing as he reached for his tankard, "just go along and I'll join ye soon. As long as there's an elf blondie involved, I can cum again and again, I swear!"

As Jadrik's snicker turned into a dopey smile at the feel of Shayla's insatiable mouth descending on his boner, Aldarius shrugged his armored shoulders and left. Shaking his head as he exited the inn, the knight murmured a prayer to the Gods of Light, asking for guidance and fortitude to bear with his misguided, confounding companions. 

"Don't go too heavy on the heals on this pointy-eared lassie, though, ye hear?" Uli yelled after the paladin. As his kilt covered his swinging, still chubby dick, the dwarf jumped swiftly to his feet and grabbed his battle axe. 

"As long as she's not dead, it's fine!" the warrior bellowed again, already stomping through the room. Jadrik could still hear Uli's hoarse hollers fading away in the distance as the dwarf rushed out the door and down the road in the knight's wake, unable to resist the call of sweet elven pussy. "It's even better if she's unconscious! Pointy-eared bitches are a piece of work, they get all racist and stuff until ye ram a hard slab of dwarven cockmeat inside them tight little slits of theirs!" 

Grinning as the thick-bearded warrior pursued his consuming obsession for elf girls, Jadrik lifted up the tablecloth and looked down at Shayla. Her puffy, amazingly talented lips were gliding up and down his boner in a slurping, avidly suctioning rhythm. She had both her hands buried in her crotch, one fingering her syrupy pussy and the other strumming her swollen clit as she bobbed her face ever more urgently on his erection, clearly hungry for his cum. 

Feeling as rabidly excited as she was, the warlock held the wizardess's beautiful visage in his palms and started pumping his raging shaft as deep as it would go into her spittle-slippery, dick-squeezing gullet. While he plowed her mouth with vigorous jabbing thrusts, Shayla didn't relent her own wild self-gagging plunges, so that soon they set a wet, intense throat-fucking rhythm.

"Aaahh yeaahh... You're such an awesome slut, Shay!" Jadrik mumbled brokenly, awestruck by the wizardess's delicious debauchery and by her incomparable fellating skills. 

Locking her lust-glazed eyes with Jadrik's, Shayla hummed over the squishy sound of her hands whirling on her clit and the sloppy suctioning slurps of their face-fuck. As she sank her digits feverishly into her soaked pussy, her dick-stretched lips were curled up in a lewd smile around her lover's twitching shaft. 

Jadrik's fingers were sunk in her black locks and he was humping his boner fast and deep into her drooling oral cavity when Shayla shivered and let out a gurgling cock-muffled moan, cumming hard on her own fingers. The sight of the wizardess's blue eyes rolling back in her skull as she knelt between his legs, ecstatic and surrendered, rapt with pleasure while she held her wet docile mouth all slack and pliant for him to plunder was just too much for the warlock.

"Oooh Shayyyy!" Jadrik grunted as he buried his cock balls-deep inside her slick constricting gullet and came spectacularly, plastering her throat with a barrage of thick, long jets of seed.

Unlike earlier with Uli, whose typically dwarfish ejaculation was composed of a single torrential deluge of sperm, Shayla had time to let Jadrik's spurting shaft slid partially out of her oral cavity after the first powerful blasts of semen shot straight into her stomach. With only his bloated glans and a couple of inches of cockmeat trapped within her lips, the wizardess could catch the rest of his creamy cum in her mouth and let it pool there, allowing the warlock's taste to linger on her tongue and saturate her palate. 

Purring wantonly, Shayla refrained from swallowing just yet while Jadrik spewed the last few ropes and dollops of his gooey seed into her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging out and his cock was immersed in his own milky ejaculate as the wizardess nursed on his fat glans, draining him totally dry. 

When no more cum was to be sucked out of him, Shayla finally drank down Jadrik's huge accumulated load in one long, noisy gulp. Smiling and meeting his wide-open eyes, she smacked her lips contentedly and opened her mouth, sticking out her sperm-coated tongue to show her lover that nothing but the lingering patina of his precious liquid essence remained in her oral cavity.

"So," Shayla asked with an exaggerated mock-innocent pout as she reemerged from under the table and sat in the warlock's lap, "am I a good slut, Jad?"

Before he could reply, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a lascivious soulkiss. Grinning as he held her soft curvy frame in his arms, fondling her huge tits and plump ass through her clothes, Jadrik passionately reciprocated Shayla's kiss, awestruck by her limitless sexiness. Eventually, after he unlocked his mouth from the wizardess's soft puffy lips, the warlock voiced his truthful answer.

"Good?! You're the best slut in this world and many others, Shay! Seriously, no contest." 

"Yes I am, apparently!" the wizardess chuckled, nuzzling her warlock's thin, expressive face. "And that's why now I'll drag you upstairs to your room and have my way with your scrawny body and your big fat cock while my idiot paladin fiance is out doing idiotic adventury things," she huskily said, standing up and pulling Jadrik to his feet.

"Sounds good to me!" the warlock replied, blinking in surprise and joy, already on the move. 

Trying to hold his pants up so he wouldn't trip on them and fall on his face, not even bothering to close his flowing black robes, Jadrik followed Shayla's swaying, beautifully plump ass like a devoted believer follows his supreme and unquestioned deity, certain that countless amazing things would come of his unwavering veneration.

*****

As soon as they entered the room, while their lips joined and their tongues danced, the warlock and the wizardess ripped the clothes off each other like they were on fire. Stumbling and kissing, they fell into bed, tangled up in a passionate embrace. 

Thirsty for the sweet taste of her pussy, Jadrik soon broke their lip-lock and flipped Shayla on her back. He took just a second to admire her gorgeous naked body, feasting his eyes on her big jutting tits and soft tummy, her flared hips and bouncy plump ass. Then, high on her beauty, he dove between his adored slut's splayed open thighs, clamping his mouth on her hot, swollen juice-leaking slit. 

Madly excited as she was, the wizardess couldn't help but cum within moments under the warlock's expert and famished cunt-munching attentions, drenching his face in her gushing nectar. Egged on by her moans of pleasure and determined to drink a lot more of her scrumptious ambrosia, Jadrik redoubled his clit-licking and pussy-eating efforts, making Shayla writhe as she kept bathing his lips in rivulets of her delicious girl-cum. 

Surprisingly though, once the throes of her climax abated and before another orgasmic storm hit her, she pulled herself up and off him, depriving Jadrik's wiggling tongue of the nectar he so avidly craved. Locking her desire-clouded eyes with his perplexed gaze, the wizardess pushed the warlock down on his back with an urgent shove and got quickly on top of him. 

Whimpering with need, feeling like she would explode if she didn't get her weeping slit filled with cock and fucked immediately, Shayla straddled Jadrik and rocked her split pussy lips on his rock-hard boner, teasing her engorged nub and lathering her lover's length in her overflowing juices. Cooing and panting, crazy to feel him inside her, she soon raised herself off him a bit. Wrapping her elegant fingers around Jadrik's pulsing thickness, Shayla pointed his raging shaft straight up and guided his fat purple glans between her dripping, splayed open labia, until he was perfectly aligned with her wanton entrance. 

A beatific smile was painted on the wizardess's lips as she descended on the warlock's achingly stiff pole. A long trembling sigh escaped her slack mouth as Jadrik entered her, pushing into her soft wet pussy. Shayla's huge tits jiggled heavily as she shivered in pre-orgasmic delight, high on the heady feel of her lover's bloated cockhead parting her dewy folds and making way for the rest of his girthy, cunt-plugging shaft. She couldn't help but hold her breath and mewl like an animal in heat as her vaginal channel opened up for him and her sugary walls clung desperately to his hardness, welcoming him and holding him snugly within her body while he kept penetrating deeper and deeper into her fiery, needy core

Shayla let out a yelping gasp as soon as her nectar-slick, swollen pussy lips met Jadrik's groin and he was fully buried inside her hot wet hole, filling her wonderfully, making her head spin. With her eyes closed and her pouty mouth shaped in a contented O, feeling her whole curvaceous body humming with intense joy, the horny wizardess allowed herself just a momentary pause to enjoy the perfect, genuinely true sense of completeness that she only got from having Jadrik's big cock stuffed balls-deep inside her. Then, spurred on by the inexhaustible lust burning inside her, she started fucking herself on his hard veiny pole, riding her lover like a woman possessed. 

Exhaling in delight, awestruck, Jadrik just smiled and sat back against the headboard while Shayla's spectacular tits swayed mouth-wateringly in his face and her hands held firmly onto his shoulders for balance as she passionately rode his cock. He was mesmerized by her. He couldn't get over how good her pussy felt around him, how intoxicatingly arousing she smelled. Her husky moans and squealing sighs were the best music he had ever heard. His eyes could see nothing but Shayla. 

She was just so incredibly gorgeous and sexy as she bounced her plump jiggly ass on his lap, sliding her soaked snatch fluidly up and down along his hardness and clearly loving every second, impaling her pussy on him like there was no tomorrow. Grunting with pleasure from the hot velvety grip that her juicy folds had on his boner, Jadrik looked adoringly at Shayla, trying to take in her every detail, from the bead of perspiration glinting on her succulent upper lip to the hypnotic sway of her long black ponytail tossing around wildly in time with her frenzied bouncing rhythm. 

As he pressed his face into her buxom cleavage, the signature scent of her smooth skin filled his nostrils, evoking a sense of perfect wholeness in his being. Bucking his hips up to push his boner deep into her pussy in time with her sustained dick-riding tempo, Jadrik nuzzled and kissed and licked her soft jutting boobs with hungry devotion. And still, deliriously horny as he was, he couldn't help but steal lovestruck glances at Shayla's flushed, beautiful face every other moment, needing to see her, aching to communicate with her without words. 

Whenever their gazes met, he unavoidably remained spellbound by the blazing, unrestrained passion burning in her half-closed eyes. Every single thing about his adored slut drove the warlock crazy with affection and arousal as a rule, but that look in particular was irresistible to him. It made Jadrik smile and go fluffy inside to realize that he enjoyed the visual of Shayla fucking herself on his cock without restraint just as much as he was liking the actual feel of her warm, dripping folds enveloping him and massaging him as she persistently crammed her silky soft vaginal tunnel full of his rock-hard dickmeat. She was so beautiful to him, it felt great to just look at her.

Egged on by his adoring stares and his vigorous cunt-spearing up-strokes, constantly grinding her clit against his pubic bone while shaking and mewling and bouncing desperately on his massively erect dick, Shayla was soon slamming her drooling pussy up and down on Jadrik's cock with such intense abandon that the bed began creaking loudly underneath them. Past caring, caught up in a whirling sequence of sizzling back-to-back mini-climaxes that fueled her desire a little bit more with each tiny peak, the wizardess just kept riding her lover's perfect dick even harder.

Her moans of delight got higher in pitch and volume as the warlock's jug-munching kisses on her swaying boobs became more aggressive and he went really crazy on her tits. While he voraciously devoured her thick puffy nipples with torturous suckling bites, Shayla shivered and panted ever louder. Dizzy and writhing with sensual bliss, she couldn't decide if she loved more the feel of Jadrik's teeth sinking lightly into her stiff sensitive buds, or the way he tried to fit as much of her soft overflowing boob-flesh as possible into his warm mouth while he swiped his tongue on her swollen areolas. 

The wizardess's mounting pleasure increased even more when, grabbing her fabulous round bubble-butt in his palms to guide her frenzied shaft-engulfing motions, Jadrik pushed his long fingers into her deep butt-cleavage and started gently teasing her tender little asshole. 

For a while, dipping his fingers into her nectar-leaking pussy, he just rubbed her slick juices on her sphincter and teasingly poked his fingertips into her anus, just barely penetrating her tiny puckered hole. A thrumming wave of delight kept growing and growing inside the wizardess while Jadrik moistened and excited and stimulated her clingy butt-ring with his incredible fingers, lathering it in her own gushing juices. His lewd caresses and circling massages on her twitching rosebud were a sweet, irresistible torture for her overcharged little orifice, they were making her mad with excitement and causing her to bounce desperately on his big throbbing cock.

Shayla came instantly and spectacularly when Jadrik finally eased his nectar-lubed middle finger past the pink crinkled knot of her butthole and, in a long and tormentingly slow push, buried his digit all the way inside her warm, snug rectum. Still erratically impaling her own cunt on his cock throughout her orgasm, Shayla kept furiously riding Jadrik's shaft as he started masturbating her sensitive anus, adding the delicious stimulation of his ass-pumping finger to his devoted tit-worship and the pussy-plugging upward thrusts of his raging hardness.

Long minutes passed as the lovers' intense coupling continued and got wilder, until the momentum of their shared passion reached its unavoidable peak. Aware of another huge orgasm looming closer and closer, Shayla bounced ever more urgently on Jadrik's cock, her broken shrieks spiking up whenever a new mini-climax washed over her. Underneath her, Jadrik bucked his hips frantically into her quivering, nectar-soaked hole. Rushing to his orgasm, the warlock knew he would not be able to delay his ejaculation for much longer, but he simply couldn't stop thrusting his aching boner up into Shayla's soft wet warmth, fucking her hard and fast as she slammed herself down on him. 

"Oooh fuck, Shay... Your pussy is heavenly!" the warlock finally mumbled, disentangling his face from the lush smooth valley of the wizardess's jiggling cleavage while his cock jumped and flexed within the enveloping hug of her vaginal walls. "I don't even know how I made it without it for three years... Oohh Shaaay!" 

"Uuhh! By fucking every damn demoness in the thousand Hells aaahh... That's how you made iiit!" Shayla replied between husky mewls, digging her nails into Jadrik's shoulders until she drew blood and sliding her quivering pussy harder up and down his throbbing shaft. 

Wincing in pain as her nails penetrated his pale skin yet loving his adored slut's unchained passion, Jadrik bucked his hips violently up into the wettest, warmest and silkiest pussy he had ever fucked. 

"None of those hell-whores could ever compare to you, Shay..." he grunted as the wizardess yelped and matched his increased ardor by bouncing savagely on his shaft. "This pussy is the only one I need..." he blabbered, getting uncharacteristically careless about opening up as he only got when he was inside Shayla. "You know I only lovmph yo-oowmmph-mmfph!" 

The wizardess's voracious soulkiss muted the warlock's unthinking profession of love. Deep down, Jadrik knew that expressing feelings and emotions made Shayla even more uncomfortable than it did him, but sometimes he just couldn't help himself. When his body was joined with hers, the warlock's sharp mind ceased to dominate his inner world. Not that words mattered much, though. As Shayla unclasped her succulent lips from his, Jadrik saw in her deep blue eyes the very same scorching fire of love and lust that he felt raging inside him.

"Aaaahh, Jaaaad... Just shut up and suck my tits! Oohhh fuck!" Shayla blurted out as she skewered her rippling pussy on his boner with a desperation brought on by her incoming massive climax. A chain of additional wavelets of pleasure born of his muffled declaration of love were still coursing through her as she yelped: "I'm so close, baby, aahh... Oohh, yeeees... Uuuhhh Jaaad!"

Grabbing onto the warlock's unruly brown hair, the wizardess pulled his face deep into the heaving valley of her breasts, needing his mouth on her nipples and his tongue on her tits. He got the hint immediately and resumed his ravenous boob-feast with pleasure.

"Uuuhh fuck yes, just like that! Suck my big tits, Jad... Oohh!" Shayla squealed as Jadrik worshiped her soft, puffed-out pink areolas. "Uuhh yeah, bite my nipples! Fuck my cunt hard, hardeeer... Uuhh yeeah, finger my ass... Deeper, Jad, finger me deeper yeeess! Ooohh make me cum, baby, make me fucking cuuuum... Aaaahh yeees, Jaaaad!"

As his cock flexed and his balls tightened, his seed already surging along his rock-hard shaft, Jadrik pumped upwards into Shayla's delicious pussy like his life depended on it. Ramming his length into her snug slit without restraint and trapping a stiff engorged nipple between his teeth, he suddenly inserted a second juice-lubed digit into the wizardess's pliant little asshole and pushed it all the way inside her warm anal passage, until both his index and middle-finger were buried in her tight smooth rectum. 

The delightful increase in stimulation on her sensitive anus and receptive tits pushed Shayla over the edge, triggering a bursting climax that rocked her voluptuous body, tying together the string of mini-orgasms she had experienced so far and unleashing a huge, blindingly pleasurable detonation. 

"Ooohh yeees! Uuuh fuck, fuck, fuuhh-uuh-uuck!"

As Shayla plummeted hard on him one last time and stayed there, impaled balls-deep on his cock and grinding her clit into his groin while she came screaming, Jadrik grunted mutedly through a mouthful of juicy bulging tit-flesh and came too, filling her rippling, nectar-slippery pussy with his erupting cum. 

As her folds enveloped his throbbing, overswollen length in a series of silky soft spasming caresses, the warlock sprayed pulse after mighty pulse of seed into the cozy wetness of his adored slut's fiery core, flooding her womb with thick sperm as he growled his pleasure into her amazing boobs. The feel of her adorable little butthole squeezing and clenching in orgasm around his ass-sawing digits only made Jadrik's torrential ejaculation spurt more powerfully, sending more jets of semen to splash against Shayla's quivering vaginal walls. 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 04



Breathless and glistening with sweat, overjoyed at the feel of his cunt-stuffing pole unloading a massive load of his liquid essence into her womb, Shayla collapsed on top of Jadrik and rested her head in the hollow of his shoulder, sobbing in ecstatic satisfaction. A sense of absolute joy descended on the lovers as the last throes of their orgasms reverberated and crackled through their joined bodies. Her pussy and his cock twitched and pulsated in time, a few final gobs of sperm mixing with her gushing girl-cum as he saturated her welcoming seed-filled slit with every last drop of himself he still had to give. 

Once their toe-curling climaxes burned themselves out, Jadrik and Shayla could do nothing but breathe and stay as they were, sated and overjoyed. 

With her bulging tits squashed into his chest and his hands slowly caressing the spectacular roundness of her plump bubble-butt and the arched line of her spine, the warlock and the wizardess lay joined in the afterglow, silent and perfectly connected. His chubby cock was still engulfed from tip to root in the tender, semen-flooded sheath of her pussy as they rested and gulped down big lungfuls of air, floating away together in the dizzying haze of perfect post-orgasmic bliss. 

After they recuperated a bit, as their breaths steadied and their close hearts decelerated their crazy thumping, the lovers' mouths came together of their own accord and their lips met, brushing and kissing, sharing the intimate aftertaste of their passion in an unhurried, languid make out session. 

Shayla and Jadrik got so caught up in their protracted soulkiss that they didn't even realize the door had been opened and then closed while they made out and that someone was standing there, looking at their entangled bodies and inseparable, smooching lips.

"Uhm... I'm sorry to disturb, but..."

The tavern girl's silvery voice reached the lovers as if from afar, but it did manage to burst their glowing bubble of private heaven on earth. Reluctantly breaking their sweet lip-lock, groaning as Shayla's warm wet tongue gave his lips one last lascivious lick, Jadrik turned to look at the innkeeper's daughter standing by the door.

"What?" the warlock slowly sighed.

"Well, I just thought..." the girl said, nervously twiddling her thumbs and straightening her skirt, yet looking at the naked, entwined lovers on the bed with unashamed curiosity. 

"You see, your dwarf friend said he'd need me, so I went to his room but he's not there... It's just that he paid for my, uhm, services, and I don't take money and then give nothing back. I mean, that's just wrong!" the tavern girl stated, looking genuinely horrified at the prospect of not getting fucked after taking a substantial advance for it. "But then I figured," she resumed brightly, smiling as Shayla and Jadrik looked somewhat perplexedly at her, "since he paid for all of you... I thought I'd check on you two, to see if maybe, uhm..."

As the innkeeper's daughter trailed off, Shayla snickered and dismounted from Jadrik's lap. Groaning as his plump cock vacated her seed-flooded pussy with a squishy plop, the wizardess settled on her knees between the warlock's legs, a wild flicker of lust brightening her deep blue eyes. Dipping her head down on his lap and cooing softly, ignoring the tavern girl's presence entirely, Shayla took her lover's slimy, cum-coated dick between her puffy lips and began sloppily sucking on him. 

While she nursed devotedly on his cock, Jadrik sighed and rested his hands on Shayla's head, caressing her beautiful face and stroking some stray, sex-tousled strands of her long black hair behind her ears. Unable to remove his gaze from the mesmerizing bobbing motion of the wizardess's dark ponytail, moaning as he watched her greedily suck up the layer of cum and pussy-nectar covering his chubby shaft, the warlock eventually spoke. 

"Yeah..." Jadrik nodded absentmindedly, talking in the general direction of the serving girl. "Uli is out now... Killing zombies in the village, in theory, but most likely trying to fuck an elf huntress, I think."

"Oh..." the innkeeper's daughter said, sounding uncertain and a bit let down. "So I guess I'll have to come back later, right?"

Jadrik was barely listening and hardly caring, engrossed as he was in Shayla's post-fuck blowjob, so he just shrugged and smiled goofily as he enjoyed the visual of his adored slut being adorably slutty. Surprisingly though, it was Shayla who reacted to the girl's words.

"Mmhh, oh no," the wizardess said through a dick-suckling slurp. Allowing her lips to let go of Jadrik's spongy purple glans for a second, she continued vehemently: "You're not going anywhere, you little whore! You were paid to service all three of us, so jump in bed and start licking my pussy, now!"

Her commanding tone and the way she bossed the tavern girl around made Jadrik grin, a jolt of life coursing to his plump cock. Authoritatively, Shayla met the girl's hazel eyes as she imparted her orders. 

"I want you to suck all the cum out of my pussy and then give it to me. And don't you even think of swallowing it down, you little slut!" the wizardess warned. There was a menacing glint in her blue orbs as she stressed: "It's mine! All of it, every last drop! Is that clear, you skinny little bitch?"

"Sure, lady. Whatever you say," the innkeeper's daughter agreed, readily and with a thin impish smile on her lips, perfectly unfazed by what she was asked to do.

Jadrik's and Shayla's gazes locked for a second and they nodded conspiratorially at each other. Then the wizardess was again sucking the warlock's plump dick as he resumed his soft caresses on her smooth, beautiful face. 

By the side of the bed, brushing a curly lock of light brown hair from her forehead, the tavern girl was kicking off her shoes and swiftly taking off her clothes. 

*****

To be continued...



The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 05



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex, a lot, so be warned in case that's not your cup of tea. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

This chapter picks up exactly where the previous one ended, so it's best to read that first.

***** 

"I want you to suck all the cum out of my pussy and then give it to me. And don't you even think of swallowing it down, you little slut!" the wizardess warned. There was a menacing glint in her blue orbs as she stressed: "It's mine! All of it, every last drop! Is that clear, you skinny little bitch?"

"Sure, lady. Whatever you say," the innkeeper's daughter agreed, readily and with a thin impish smile on her lips, perfectly unfazed by what she was asked to do.

Jadrik's and Shayla's gazes locked for a second and they nodded conspiratorially at each other. Then the wizardess was again sucking the warlock's plump dick as he resumed his soft caresses on her smooth, beautiful face. 

By the side of the bed, brushing a curly lock of light brown hair from her forehead, the tavern girl was kicking off her shoes and swiftly taking off her clothes. 

As Shayla hummed contentedly while she sucked Jadrik's cock, keeping him hard by expertly slurping on his seed-coated shaft and nursing avidly on his bloated glans, the warlock turned to look at their young guest. Totally naked, the tavern girl was licking her lips as she climbed into bed behind the wizardess, a twinkle of mischief in her hazel eyes. 

The innkeeper's daughter had the svelte build and vaguely elvish kind of figure that Uli was so obsessed with. She was way too thin to be Jadrik's type, but still the warlock couldn't deny her girlish allure. She had a nice toned body, with perky and firm-looking tits capped with stiff rosy nipples. Her long legs culminated in a taut, pert little ass that magnetized Jadrik's gaze. Though small, the tavern girl's butt was round and perfectly shaped, protruding enticingly from her smooth back like a crunchy, succulent apple ripe for the picking. As she shifted on the bed, he could peek into her butt-crevice and get a glimpse of her hairless little pussy and her pink, winking asshole.

"We haven't even asked you your name yet," Jadrik said musingly as he admired the slim girl's nakedness, "or did we ask and I'm forgetting now? Maybe you told us and I just wasn't listening at all, that's also very possible. You see, I can't think straight when my sweet slut is around..." he concluded with a shrug, smiling at Shayla as the wizardess rolled her eyes but smiled back at him, curling up her dick-sucking lips around his girth and renewing her exquisite oral ministrations. 

"You didn't ask, but you're paying me enough that I don't really mind!" the tavern girl quipped. "It's Miry, by the way," she added as she knelt behind Shayla's gorgeous bent-over frame. Within moments, her face was buried between the wizardess's plump asscheeks and she was lapping away at Shayla's cum-leaking slit.

As Jadrik moaned and enjoyed the wizardess's incessant cock-worship, Miry dutifully sucked the warlock's cum from Shayla's pussy with deep, lewd suctioning kisses on her labia that made the sorceress tremble with delight. Once she had gathered enough oozing seed in her mouth, the innkeeper's daughter unclasped her lips from Shayla's juicy pussy with a wet slurp and knee-walked around the wizardess's voluptuous body. Leaning down so that her mouth was brushing against Jadrik's pole and her nose was touching the side of Shayla's face, Miry waited patiently until the buxom sorceress interrupted her devoted blowjob. 

Thirsty for her lover's cum, Shayla cooed as she let his boner slip out of her oral cavity and pressed her luscious lips to the girl's mouth, kissing her deeply. Jadrik's cock regained its full rock-hardness in a matter of seconds as he watched Shayla avidly sucking and drinking down his sperm straight from Miry's juice-glossy lips. It was incredibly erotic to see his sweet slut using the tavern girl as a vessel to transfer that milky treat from her own seed-drooling slit straight into her sexy, cum-gobbling mouth. 

"Mmhh... More," Shayla murmured huskily once she had emptied Miry's mouth of every gooey dollop of semen, "get me more, slut. Then maybe I'll let you suck his cock a bit. Maybe..." 

Jadrik grinned, nodding his approval and excitement as Shayla winked complicitly at him and returned to nursing on his big boner while Miry obediently moved behind her fleshy round rump and resumed sucking on her sperm-flooded cunt. 

For a while, Miry went dutifully back and forth between Shayla's pussy and her mouth, retrieving and then feeding the wizardess Jadrik's thick, pearly ejaculate. Once she couldn't suction any more creamy seed out of Shayla's soft dewy folds and was left with nothing to offer but her open mouth for the wizardess to kiss, the buxom brunette finally allowed the slim girl to kneel beside her between the warlock's legs so that they could share his cock.

The lewd spectacle of Miry passing Shayla his cum mouth to mouth had been extremely exciting, but the double blowjob that Jadrik got from the girls drove him completely crazy. 

The wizardess and the innkeeper's daughter alternated between licking and slurping along and around his raging erection, languidly kissing his dickmeat together and using their tongues to lap at his shaft like naughty cream-thirsty kittens. The warlock was awestruck as he admired Shayla and Miry pressing their lips together on either side of his dick and sliding their soft pouting mouths wetly up and down on his length only to meet at his glans, where their lips wrapped around his fat purple tip and they kissed, immersing his cockhead in the shared liquid warmth of their conjoined mouths.

After a few minutes of such incredible oral attentions, Jadrik was ready to blow his load into the girls' kissing mouths while they were once again munching and slurping together on his pulsing, precum-leaking glans. Sensing his impending ejaculation though, Shayla stopped sucking on him and held Miry back too.

"Not yet, baby," the wizardess purred, a naughty smile dancing on her wet, talented lips. "I want to watch you fuck this little slut in the ass while she licks my pussy. She's got such a sweet naughty mouth, I can't wait to try it myself... And she seems to know how to use it too, uh?"

"Oh yeah!" Jadrik chuckled, nodding seriously. "Her mouth is almost as amazing as yours, Shay."

Laughing throatily, Shayla planted a final sloppy smooch on her lover's swollen cockhead before repositioning to lie down on her back. Spreading her legs wide open, the wizardess parted the puffy pink folds of her pussy, offering her weeping slit to Miry's soft, spittle-shiny mouth. 

"Come here, little bitch. On your hands and knees between my legs," Shayla instructed. As Miry got on all fours and crawled closer to the wizardess, her upturned heart-shaped butt wiggled deliciously, magnetizing Jadrik's gaze. His pulse quickened and his cock throbbed as he realized that he was about to delve deep into that firm perky ass. Meanwhile, Shayla's throaty, sexy commands echoed in his ears. "Now eat me out, bitch, lick my pussy... Aahhh yeees, like that... Oooh yeaaahh! Suck my clit, you dirty little slut!" 

Overjoyed and overexcited, Jadrik sprinted out of bed and swiftly rifled through his baggage to retrieve his trusty jar of lubricating salve. Rushing back to kneel behind Miry's offered little rump, the warlock grinned as he noticed how possessively Shayla was pressing the girl's head into her juicy pussy. His rigid boner flexed with excitement as he took in the incredibly arousing sight of his adored slut taking charge with another woman.

Wasting no time, Jadrik started fingering Miry's smooth hairless pussy. Glorying in her virginal tightness and incredible wetness, he sawed two digits in and out of the tavern girl's soaked clingy slit while he used his other hand to apply a healthy dose of lubricating unguent to her tiny butthole. The innkeeper's daughter moaned in enjoyment into Shayla's snatch as Jadrik expertly rubbed the slippery fluid on her pink puckered rosebud. 

Tracing circles all around her cute crinkled orifice while he kept diddling her pussy, the warlock took his time to mollify Miry's asshole with his fingers, getting her all nice and greased up, making her squirm with anticipation in the process. Eventually, once her sphincter was relaxed and thoroughly coated in lube, Jadrik gingerly pushed his forefinger inside Miry's tender butt-ring. 

The tavern girl's slick backdoor surrendered so effortlessly and his digit sank all the way into her anus so easily that the warlock immediately added his middle finger too, along with another abundant amount of ointment. Getting the feeling that her asshole was as slutty as her pussy was virginal, Jadrik masturbated Miry's holes at different paces. Using one hand to gently saw two digits in and out of her tight unsullied slit, he slipped a third finger of his other hand into her docile sphincter and began pumping deeply and swiftly into her relaxed, well-prepared anus. 

Watching the clit-munching tavern girl squirm and undulate her sweet ass in pleasure as he finger-fucked her butthole at full speed, the warlock soon grew too impatient to wait anymore. He just had to ram his cock into that snug yet very willing orifice. As soon as he was certain that his slick butt-probing digits had accomplished the task of coating the inside of Miry's pliant asshole with lubricant, the warlock stopped fingering her holes and nestled his thick boner between her taut little buttcheeks. 

After lathering her ass-crevice and his length with a few more globs of the slippery salve, Jadrik decided to rub his pulsating glans against the smooth, nectar-drooling entrance of Miry's virgin slit. Feeling his veiny hardness gliding back and forth between her split pussy lips and rubbing on her swollen clit, the innkeeper's daughter let out a cunt-muffled squeal and jerked her head up from Shayla's quivering slit, suddenly panicked. 

Looking over her shoulder at the warlock, Miry sounded terrified as she exclaimed: "No, sir, not that hole! Do my ass, please! You can buttfuck me as much as you want, just leave my pussy alone! I told you, I'm keeping myself pure!"

Jadrik couldn't help but snicker as he met Miry's frightened gaze. Shayla's husky chuckles resounded under his voice as the warlock kneaded the tavern girl's firm heart-shaped ass, comforting her and placating her. 

"Yeah, pure, I know... Don't worry, Miry, I might not have asked your name but I recall everything you said about your naughty little asshole. Relax now, I was just teasing you a bit and smearing your sweet pussy juices on my cock to lube up some more, that's all." 

"Oh... Well, yeah that's alright, I guess," Miry said, reassured and already lowering her head between Shayla's parted thighs again. Moments later, the girl let out a squishy gasp as Jadrik nudged his engorged glans against her greasy winking pucker. Still avidly swiping her tongue all over the wizardess's lovely snatch, the innkeeper's daughter wiggled her taut ass to signify her eagerness to be sodomized.

"Is this the right hole, Miry?" Jadrik asked teasingly as he held the tavern girl's slim hips in his hands and pressed himself forward. Slowly easing his way into her sweet little ass while her oily butt-ring opened up for him, he calmly murmured: "Is this the hole you want me to fuck?" 

"Uuhhh yes, sir... Yeeesss! That's the right hoo-oohh-hooole!" the innkeeper's daughter whimpered, relaxing her butthole and allowing the tight knot of her sphincter to blossom out submissively around the warlock's thick, invading pole. "Aaah yeees, stick it in my ass! You can fuck me as hard as you want there... I love it in the ass! Ooowwhh!" 

Meeting almost no resistance as he eased himself into her accepting little rosebud, Jadrik watched in awe as Miry's tiny orifice dilated obscenely and wrapped itself around his cock, letting him enter her anus willingly and with minimal effort. As soon as his entire fat tip punched through past her butt-ring, the warlock grunted in glad surprise at the feel of the girl's anal muscles capitulating meekly around his raging boner and softly massaging his glans. Her rectum seemed to be sucking him in, opening up to his gentle push and causing more of his fat shaft to slip into her backdoor. 

With the first stiff inches of his length disappearing so easily inside her distended orifice and her satiny anal walls surrendering instantly as soon as they felt the advance of his ass-stretching hardness, Jadrik decided to just keep feeding more and more dickmeat into Miry's surprisingly experienced butthole. Going slowly even though it was obviously not necessary, the warlock pressed himself forward into the slim girl's ass, stuffing inch after inch of his shaft into her warm pliant anus until he was wedged balls-deep inside her round little rump.

"Oh fuck! Shay, look," Jadrik blurted out as he gloried in the feel of Miry's smooth rectum massaging him from tip to root, "she took me all the way up her ass in one go!" 

"Such a nasty little asswhore..." Shayla replied sultrily, humping her pussy harder into the girl's mouth. "Now fuck her hard and fast, baby. Don't go easy on her, I'm sure she can take a rough buttfucking without problems. And you," she ordered, dislodging Miry's face from her dewy groove and pressing it lower against her tingling, juice-glossy rosebud, "lick my ass, little buttslut! Oohh fuck yes, rim me like that... Get my asshole all nice and wet... Some of us here still have a tight little hole back there, you nasty anal whore! Oohh yes, yeeess!" 

The wizardess's dirty words made the warlock smile. One of the many things he loved about his adored Shay was the fact that she became deliciously competitive in the presence of other women during group sex. Egged on by a silent yet nagging need to prove herself to him as the top slut, the buxom wizardess unfailingly became even naughtier than usual in such circumstance, and Jadrik was always more than happy when it happened. It was with such cheerful thoughts in his mind that the warlock began pumping his cock into the tavern girl's welcoming anus. 

Feeling that Miry's hot slippery rectum was already very accepting of his ass-jamming meat, Jadrik got into a sustained butt-stretching rhythm right away. Much to his enjoyment, the tavern girl had no complaints. In fact, she worked her asshole in perfect synch with his vigorous sodomizing tempo, squeezing and releasing her anal muscles amazingly around his pistoning length. 

As he persistently crammed her greedy little butthole full of cockmeat, the warlock couldn't help but moan louder and louder over the sound of Miry's muffled gasps of pleasure and Shayla's unrestrained mewls. Despite being so pliant on the in-strokes, Miry's asshole became exquisitely tight on the out-strokes, when she contracted her anal walls firmly around him, tugging at his cockmeat until he was almost out of her ass, ready to sink himself into her snug, slippery bowels again. At that point, showing a skill in the art of sodomy that went way beyond her years, the girl relaxed her anus completely, allowing Jadrik to thrust all the way into the enveloping warmth of her rectum in a fast, hard, ass-plugging plunge. 

Encouraged by the ease with which she took his cock in her experienced hineyhole, further excited by the sight of her docile oily sphincter sliding effortlessly along his butt-plowing shaft as he mounted her firm little heart-shaped ass faster and harder at each pass, Jadrik soon started pounding Miry's anus as if it was a pussy. Again, the tavern girl didn't protest at all. 

Panting as she alternated between licking the wizardess's pink winking rosebud and munching on her cunt, Miry just reached a tiny hand between her legs and started diddling her own needy clit while the warlock rode her rump wildly, reaming her talented butthole like a crazed rutting beast. The innkeeper's daughter was so well-practiced and fond of assfucking that she came twice while enjoying the warlock's relentless assault on her horny, cock-gobbling asshole. 

Whimpering and shivering, Miry kept rimming Shayla's crinkled sphincter and suckling on her dripping slit even when Jadrik started ramming his dick into her rectum with such savage butt-wrecking thrusts that her slim body was jarred forward repeatedly into Shayla's wanton holes. Without flinching, the naughty tavern girl just moaned louder into the wizardess's nectar-slick holes, all the while still working her anal muscles flawlessly around Jadrik's raging boner. 

With his massive length flying in and out of Miry's oily anus and his hips slapping into her smooth tiny buttcheeks at a frenzied sodomizing tempo, the warlock couldn't repress a long grunt as he felt his climax approaching. 

"Oohh fuck, Shay! This little whore can really take a cock up her ass! Aaah fuuuck, yeahhh! Her slutty asshole is gonna make me cum soon..."

"No! Ooohh fuck, nooohh! Stop, baby, waaait!" Shayla wailed brokenly. 

As high as she was on the feel of Miry's warm wet tongue licking her puckered sphincter with gusto, the wizardess was at the same time horrified by the thought that a nasty little tavern wench would steal her lover's cum under her nose. Reluctantly moving away from Miry's ass-slurping mouth, Shayla quickly got on all fours and wiggled her spectacular, gloriously round booty before Jadrik's eyes, captivating him instantly. 

"Don't cum yet, baby, pleeease! Fuck my ass and fill me with cum, Jad! I want you to cum deep in my ass!" the wizardess whimpered over her shoulder, tilting up her sumptuous rump and pressing her face sideways into the bed, squashing her bulging jugs against the sheets. 

The sight of the plumpest, juiciest, most beautiful ass in the world and the way the wizardess's husky voice stressed the words 'MY ass' as she begged him to buttfuck her gave the warlock pause. Seeing that she got his attention, as expected, the wizardess went on seductively.

"My tight little asshole needs your cock so badly, Jad, pleeease!" Shayla cooed, undulating her bouncy, jiggly bubble-butt side by side. Reaching her hands back, she parted her own soft fleshy asscheeks, revealing her tiny winking rosebud in all his pink, saliva-wet splendor. 

The wizardess rejoiced, reveling in a deep sense of slutty pride, as she noticed that the warlock had stopped buttfucking the tavern girl completely and was instead hungrily staring at her own magnificent swaying booty and tight twitching pucker, totally enraptured. 

"Look at it, Jad," Shayla purred irresistibly, "my little asshole needs to be filled soooo badly... It's just so sad and empty without your cock inside it... I need you in my ass, baby! Your cock... Your cum... Pleeease, Jad, come here and fuck me in the ass! Give your buttslut's naughty asshole all your creamy cum!" 

Spellbound by her overpowering pleas and hypnotized by her amazingly plump, majestically juicy ass, the warlock could do nothing but stare wide-eyed at the pink little star of Shayla's spittle-glistening sphincter. The sight of that offered, adorable little rosebud framed between those luscious, perfectly round buttcheeks was just too mouth-wateringly good to resist. 

Without even having to think about it, Jadrik slipped out of Miry's dick-gobbling asshole, vacating her dilated sphincter with a lewd pop. 

Completely deaf to the girl's disappointed groans as he left her rectum suddenly empty of cock, the warlock knee-walked as if in a trance and positioned himself behind the wizardess's fabulous bouncy bubble-butt. As he nestled his greasy boner in the smooth valley of her soft lush ass-cleavage, both Jadrik and Shayla let out a joyous sigh. 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 05



Despite his rabid arousal, the warlock knew he had to get Shayla's delicate tiny orifice ready before he sank himself inside her tight anal tunnel. Automatically, he reached around for the jar of lubricating salve, blindly patting the bed as his eyes refused to remove themselves from his adored slut's beckoning, saliva-slick butthole and her superbly fleshy asscheeks.

"Here," Miry said, coming to Jadrik's help by retrieving the slippery unguent for him and applying a more than generous dose of it all over the wizardess's cute puckered hole. "With a cock like yours, she's gonna need lots of this gooey stuff," the innkeeper's daughter quipped with a giggle, "unlike me!"

"Oohh, you nasty little asswhore..." Shayla murmured as the tavern girl eased one then a second slender finger inside her warm anus. "Yeah, grease me up nice and good... Mmh that's it..."

As Miry abundantly coated the wizardess's pulsating orifice with lube, Jadrik lovingly kneaded Shayla's fantastic rump. Alternating light caresses and possessive squeezes, he treated her plump asscheeks with a mixture of adoration and covetousness that made Shayla smile and coo as she enjoyed every second of her lover's massaging hands roaming all over the silky surface of her bubble-butt. 

At the same time, despite the pleasure the innkeeper's daughter had just given her with her mouth, Shayla still felt somewhat belligerent toward her. Even as she enjoyed Miry's slim, deft fingers expertly sawing in and out of her tingling little asshole, Shayla couldn't help but resent the tavern girl for being as big a buttslut as she herself was, maybe even bigger. It was ridiculous, Shayla knew, yet, once the inside of her snug rectum felt all lubed up, she couldn't help but let her anger spill out. 

"Enough now, little slut," the wizardess barked out commandingly, "get under me and lick my pussy while he fucks my ass!"

Shrugging and giggling as she slipped her digits out of the voluptuous wizardess's well-readied butthole, Miry unflinchingly did as she was told. Lying down underneath Shayla's curvy body until her lips were brushing against the wizardess's dripping pussy, the tavern girl immediately resumed licking Shayla's slit. Sighing in delight under the wet warm caresses of Miry's tongue lapping away on her clit, the busty wizardess rested her cheek on the girl's toned thigh and looked back at Jadrik, a pleading expression on her flushed face.

"Fuck my ass, Jad," Shayla panted over her shoulder, "pleeease, ram your big cock up my ass... I need to feel you deep inside me now!"

Dizzy with lust, Jadrik lovingly held the smooth plump softness of Shayla's spectacular buttcheeks in his palms as he parted her meaty buns and used his thumbs to pull the slick edges of her lovely pink rosebud apart. With his pulsating purple glans pressed into the barely open entrance of her tiny asshole, Jadrik looked at Shayla's beautiful face resting on Miry's groin. Sharing a meaningful glance with his adored slut, the warlock waited for Shayla to nod and smile back at him before aligning his boner with her oily sphincter and starting to push himself into her amazing ass.

"Uuuh... Fuck yeees!" Shayla whimpered as her lover's fat cockhead eased its way into her pliant needy orifice, dilating her elastic butt-ring and widening the tight opening of her anus. 

Feeling him stop with just his bloated tip jammed into the dick-squeezing snugness of her sphincter, determined not to be any less slutty than the tavern girl, the wizardess groaned and rocked her rump back, trying to impale herself deeper on Jadrik's shaft. Shayla whimpered as she forcefully crammed more cock into her tight anal passage, but she didn't stop pushing her plump bouncy ass back into the warlock's spearing pole. 

"Give me more, Jad, fill my ass!" she wailed, wiggling her partially skewered bubble-butt as she spurred her lover on. "More, baby, I need mooore! Oowhh, fuck yeees... Don't stoohh-oohhh-op!"

Holding his breath as he complied with Shayla's irresistible request, Jadrik gently wormed his way deeper and deeper into her slippery, cock-hugging asshole. Excited as he was and further encouraged by the wizardess's lewd willingness, the warlock still managed to rein in his anal thirst. Lustfully but carefully, he feed his cock into her clingy anus with patience, savoring every moment and drinking in the obscenely beautiful sight of Shayla's delicate little sphincter stretching out around his fat dickmeat and then clutching tightly to his butt-stuffing length. 

In truth, what kept Jadrik from savagely slamming his boner all the way into Shayla's steamy rectum was his unbending will to treat that masterpiece of asses with all the devotion and tenderness it deserved. As he gradually filled her plump bubble-butt full of his cock, Jadrik couldn't get over just how good Shayla's asshole felt around his shaft. He loved her tightness and warmth and the unique feel of her smooth anal walls resisting him a bit and then relenting, adhering desperately to his ass-stretching boner but still letting him slide further into her body while he persistently pushed himself deeper inside that slick, hot, exquisitely tight-fitting anal sheath. 

The sodomized wizardess and the lust-addled warlock shivered and gasped in unison when he bottomed out inside her ass and his balls bumped wetly against her puffy pussy lips. For a moment, the lovers remained perfectly still and enjoyed their union, with his groin pressed firmly into her cushiony round rump and her velvety anal walls wrapped snugly around his shaft, engulfing him from tip to root in the buttery, rippling warmth of her rectum. 

Shayla felt stuffed so amazingly full of cock that she was sure that Jadrik's pulsating glans must be poking into her stomach. She was mind-blown by the way his hard butt-cramming pole widened her tight little asshole to its very limit, stretching her out so wonderfully that she almost felt faint with pleasure. The initial discomfort caused by Jadrik's relentless anal penetration was mitigated and quickly overruled by the sizzling ecstasy of having her sensitive anus so perfectly stimulated. All the while, Miry's talented mouth never stopped servicing her pussy. Despite her irritation with the innkeeper's daughter, Shayla was thrilled to experience wave upon wave of delight as the tavern girl kept dutifully feasting on her swollen labia and overworked clit. 

The flicking swipes of Miry's tongue were arousing Jadrik too. With his hips firmly glued to the pillowy juiciness of Shayla's bubble-butt and his scrotum pressed against the hot gushing folds of her pussy, the warlock could feel the tavern girl's cunt-suckling lips tickling his balls as Miry relentlessly pleasured Shayla's sweet slit. Above everything else though, what drove Jadrik crazy were the clenching squeezes of the wizardess's snug velvety rectum adapting to him and reshaping itself around his girth, caressing his cockmeat deliciously in the process. 

"Aaah Shay, your ass is the fucking best!" the warlock grunted, flexing his fully buried boner inside the wizardess's slippery, barely-fitting anal tunnel. "You're so hot and tight... Oohh so fucking tight!"

"Uuhh and you're so fucking biiig!" Shayla wailed, maddened by a sudden increase of Miry's tongue-strokes on her engorged clit. 

As an unexpected climax sneaked up on her and took her breath away, amplifying the blissful vibrations radiating from her overstuffed anus, the voluptuous wizardess managed to yelp out: "Ooohh... Please, Jaaad, fuck meee! Fuck my tight aaaass! Aaahh!"

Groaning, the warlock gladly proceeded to do that. Slowly and deliberately, he sawed his aching hardness in and out of the wizardess's slick clingy asshole, sodomizing her with long, careful strokes. 

As the initial pressure of her smooth cock-gripping rectum gradually diminished, leaving only her delicious natural tightness to squeeze and massage his boner, Jadrik began increasing his butt-plowing rhythm, riding Shayla's beautiful plump ass with faster and harder thrusts that made her gasp louder and made her pussy juices flow even more abundantly over Miry's nectar-shiny lips. Barely able to keep her eyes open as she savored the breathtaking pleasure of having Jadrik's big cock sliding back and forth inside her tiniest, most delicate orifice, Shayla squirmed and panted as he stretched her sphincter out and filled her rectum up, over and over again. 

The explosive combination of getting assfucked by a thick unyielding pole while having her pussy exquisitely licked by a wet whirling tongue was almost too much to bear for the wizardess. Whenever the pulses of anal delight centered on her dick-plugged rectum clashed with the wavelets of pure ecstasy radiating from her clit, Shayla lost herself in a quick bursting climax that abated only to allow another sizzling peak to erupt. She was so overwhelmed by that uninterrupted sequence of mini-orgasms that all she could do was whimper in bliss and breathlessly beg for more.

As he lustfully made love to her beautiful plump ass, the warlock and the wizardess fused into one, syncing completely in their passionate sodomy. With Shayla's velvety anus contracting and relaxing to match every thrust of his raging dick, Jadrik set a fluid, intense ass-plowing pace. 

On the out-strokes he withdrew almost all the way from her soft anal sheath, until only his glans remained embedded within her clenching butt-ring. Aching to immerse himself deep inside the exquisite warmth and snugness of her rectum, he then swiftly pushed forward with a gliding in-stroke, plunging his shaft all the way into her welcoming asshole until nothing except his cum-filled balls remained outside of her stretched-out little orifice and his scrotum rested firmly against her swollen, well-licked pussy lips. 

Soon, with her smooth steamy rectum completely adjusted to his butt-jamming thickness and his anal frenzy growing into a devouring need to assfuck his amazing slut, Jadrik began picking up his pace even more. His steady in/out sodomizing routine got faster and deeper and more urgent at each pass, until he was riding Shayla's gorgeous rump with powerful, unrestrained rapid-fire thrusts. 

For long delicious minutes, the room was filled with the uninterrupted chorus of the lovers' moans and groans, while the squishy slurps of Miry's clit-suckling mouth and the fleshy claps of Jadrik's thighs slamming rhythmically into Shayla's bouncy buttcheeks never ceased to resound in the background. Only the recurrent gasping screeches marking the wizardess's orgasms altered that lascivious symphony of anal delight. 

Jadrik was mounting Shayla's fabulous ass with all of his butt-loving ardor when his lustful grunts finally coalesced into words. His cock was pulsing madly and his balls were tightening up as he blurted out: "I'm gonna cum in your ass, Shay... Aaahh I'm gonna fill your tight little asshole with so much cum, my beautiful buttslut!"

"Yeees! Uuhh yes, cum deep inside meee!" Shayla screamed, wracked by the quaking shocks of yet another incoming orgasm. 

Crazed with desire, the wizardess tried to push her jiggly bubble-butt back into Jadrik's raging ass-skewering shaft to take him even deeper into her quivering rectum, but she was just too pleasure-weakened to do anything but rock in place. Wiggling her luscious upturned rump while her flushed face rested sideways on Miry's satiny thigh, Shayla managed to at least put her devouring anal ecstasy into words, spurring the devoted buttfucker to sodomize her even more intensely. 

"Uuhh Jaaad, fuck me harder aahh... Fuck my ass like that, yeeeahh! Cum deep inside meee, pleeease... Fill my ass with cuuum! Uuhh... Oowwhhh, Gods!" the wizardess mewled, panting and shivering, struggling to talk coherently. 

As he slammed into Shayla's tiny twitching asshole at breakneck speed, Jadrik could feel her anal muscles already clamping erratically around him. The lewd squishy sounds that Miry was making underneath the wizardess's gorgeous bent-over frame increased in volume and frequency, making it clear that the innkeeper's daughter had redoubled her pussy-licking efforts just as the warlock had picked up his already furious ass-stretching pace. 

"You're loving this, aren't you, my slut?" Jadrik grunted as he rammed his boner savagely into Shayla's rippling, oily rectum. "Say it, Shay," he teased her, gritting his teeth as he strained to hold back his ejaculation for just a few seconds more. "Tell me, ahhh... Tell me how much you like getting your ass fucked hard and deep... Aahh, yeahh, this tight little asshole is incredible!"

"Yeees, I love iiit! I love how you fuck my ass!" the wizardess screamed, thrashing uncontrollably as Miry's tongue whirled insanely on her clit and Jadrik plundered her anus so amazingly that she had trouble turning her moans into words. "Uuhh lick my pussyyy... Fuhh-uhh-uuck... My aaahhh... Aaaasss!" 

Shuddering and growling, Jadrik managed to impart a final blurred sequence of butt-splitting thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt inside Shayla's beautiful plump ass. As his throbbing cock exploded in a torrential spray of cum, inundating the warm tightness of the wizardess's anal passage with his bursting seed, the warlock went rigid all over, his eyes rolling back in his skull. 

"Oohh, Shaaayy!" Jadrik howled out in absolute pleasure over the wizardess's throaty scream of release, digging his fingers in the soft fleshy roundness of her majestic bubble-butt. "Aaahh, I fucking love your ass!"

The feel of Jadrik's spurting cum flooding her rectum, added to the mind-blowing sensation of his huge pulsating boner getting even harder and bigger as it unloaded jet after jet of thick sperm deep inside her bowels, undid Shayla completely. 

As a final toe-curling climax burned through her body, sending her smooth anal walls into a spasming fit that milked the warlock's shaft amazingly and extracted every last thick dollop of semen from him, the wizardess gasped and choked on her primal orgasmic yell. Swept away by the mixture of intense anal bliss and unprecedented clitoral pleasure claiming her body, Shayla let out a final gasping sigh before everything around her faded to rapturous white.

While he deposited his last drops of sperm in the warm, cock-squeezing depths of Shayla's seed-filled rectum, the warlock was almost dislodged from that snug slippery sheath as the wizardess started to buck and thrash violently underneath him, whimpering helplessly as her epic, all-consuming climax still possessed her. Realizing that she was trying to get away from the unbearable stimulation that Miry's tongue was relentlessly inflicting on her overcharged clit, Jadrik leaned down until his chest was pressed onto Shayla's arched back and quickly wrapped his arms around her soft curvy body. 

Pulling the wizardess off to the side, the warlock shifted and rolled the both of them on the bed until they were lying in a tight spooning position. Holding Shayla in his arms, cupping a huge boob with one hand and caressing her cute tummy with the other, Jadrik lovingly nuzzled her beautiful flushed face as she purred contentedly, barely conscious but safely cuddled in his embrace. 

Shayla's eyes were closed and her mouth hung slackly as she rested there, spent and blissful, snuggled against Jadrik's thin frame, recovering from her incredible orgasm. A pleasant glow enveloped the lovers' connected bodies as the wizardess's sweat-slick back stayed glued to the warlock's chest, his chubby cock still lodged deep within her cum-sloppy rectum while her clingy asshole firmly gripped the base of his shaft. 

While Shayla recuperated and Jadrik gently peppered her neck and shoulders with butterfly kisses, Miry's voice broke the silence. 

"Mmh, you taste great, lady!" the innkeeper's daughter giggled as she licked her lips, savoring the abundant juices that the wizardess's gushing slit had poured on her face. 

"She really likes it like crazy in the butt, doesn't she?" Miry went on, giggling and sitting up on her knees, addressing Jadrik since Shayla seemed completely wiped out. "Seriously, she was cumming in my mouth like a fountain at the end! I've never met a girl who was so much into assfucking. Well," Miry shrugged, before adding with an impish smile, "except for me, of course!" 

Jadrik had to laugh. "You know, Miry," he mused, taking in the gravity-defying perkiness of the tavern girl's tits and her rosy, elongated nipples as he gently traced the wizardess's flaring hips and fondled her plump juicy ass, "if only you were a demoness instead of an innkeeper's daughter, I'd hire you for my brothel in a heartbeat."

"What?" Miry asked, titling her head to the side and arching an eyebrow dubiously. "You have a brothel?"

"Yes," Jadrik nodded, adoringly kneading Shayla's incomparable bubble-butt, "my dwarf associate and I own the Hellhole Brothel in the Capitol, which provides a unique and much sought-after type of prostitutes. Our specialty," he went on with undisguised pride, "is the breed of demonesses commonly know as Succubi. You see, a succubus is a she-devil created by the Lords of Chaos specifically to incarnate lust and desire, hence their aptitude and willingness when put to work as whores. I personally summon the kinkiest and most debauched specimens myself, through complex and blasphemous rituals that imperil my very soul and sanity, but still..." 

Unexpectedly, the tavern girl burst out laughing, interrupting Jadrik just as he was really starting to get into his self-celebratory rant. 

"Holy Gods of Light!" Miry exclaimed between disbelieving laughs. "So, you own a brothel but you still pay for sex even when you're out adventuring? And demon-prostitutes too?! Blessed Light, you city people really are a perverted bunch!"

"Said the little tavern whore who can take a cock up her ass like it was her pussy..." Jadrik retorted, suddenly morose, irked by the utter lack of interest and respect that the innkeeper's daughter displayed toward his grandiose demonological feats.

"Well, yeah. I let guys do me in the ass a lot, but that hole doesn't really count though, does it?" Miry replied dismissively, unperturbed by the warlock's biting tone. 

"As a matter of fact, yes, it does 'count'," Jadrik said, arching an eyebrow. "Otherwise, why would people pay good money to fuck you there in the first place? That's how much it counts."

"I dunno," Miry shrugged, "it's still just my butt. As long as my pussy stays virgin until I'm married, I'll still be pure. That's what pastor Ben says, and he's a priest, so he should know about virginity and purity and stuff."

"Yeah, sure, the purity thing..." Jadrik slowly said, furrowing his brow as Shayla started to stir in his embrace. "Just out of curiosity, does the good pastor talk about keeping your pussy pure and virginal while he fucks you in the ass? Because I assume he does get to buttfuck you, right?"

"Duh, of course!" Miry half-snorted and half-laughed, looking at Jadrik as if he was thick in the head despite being a magic user. "I don't make him pay though, because he's looking for a nice son of a nobleman for me to marry. He's friends with the bishop, you see, so he gets to meet important people from all over the district, rich people and Imperial vassals and stuff. The way I see it," the innkeeper's daughter concluded, smiling brightly, "it's well worth letting him have my ass for free if he can find me a good husband!"

"If you say so..." Jadrik capitulated with a sigh. 

In an uncharacteristic display of altruism, the warlock chose not to press the issue so he wouldn't have to shatter that nice yet gullible country girl's dreams just yet, confident that life itself would see to it soon enough. Then again, he considered, maybe it was even crueler not to tell Miry straight away how things really stood and point out how unlikely it was that the good pastor would actually deliver on his promises. Was it better to inflict an immediate painful truth or to let the tavern girl enjoy her delusional happiness for the time being, before harsh reality asserted itself? 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 05



Grumbling and shaking those bleak moral ruminations out of his head, the warlock looked away from Miry's distressingly hopeful hazel eyes and turned to Shayla. He was right on time to meet the wizardess's unfocused blue gaze just as her heavy eyelids fluttered open.

"Mmhh... Jad?" Shayla mumbled in the cutest sleepy voice. Wiggling her juicy rump, she squeezed her asshole around him, as if to verify that the feel of his chubby shaft plugged deep inside her rectum was indeed real and not a dream.

"Hey there, my sweet slut," Jadrik smiled, hugging her tight and tweaking a fat puffy nipple between his fingers. Moaning into her chin as she kept gently tightening and loosening her anal muscles around his plump boner while she exhaled with post-orgasmic contentment, the warlock asked: "Should I pull out? Not that I want to, of course..."

"No, Jad, stay in me... You know I love feeling you deep in my ass," Shayla purred. 

"I know," the warlock grinned, kissing her hot soft mouth, "and I love feeling your ass around me, Shay."

Slowly emerging from her blissful absence, relaxing in Jadrik's affectionate embrace as she kissed him back, the wizardess couldn't help but whimper with joy as he started delicately grinding his firmly wedged length inside her snug, seed-flooded rectum.  

"Mmh, you filled me up really good, Jad... I can feel your cum squishing around inside my ass, and your big cock pushing all that creamy stuff deeper in me..." Shayla murmured dreamily, humming with satisfaction and already feeling tingly all over as the warlock lazily stirred her dick-crammed anus with his fat shaft. "It felt amazing when you came, you were so deep inside me... So much cum in my ass... And I came pretty hard too," she concluded with a husky chuckle, "didn't I?"

"Yes, you certainly did! You came so hard you passed out, Shay," Jadrik said, nuzzling her neck and rocking his boner ever so slowly into her plump bubble-butt. "In all honesty though, as much as I want to claim this as an achievement all of my own, I should probably share credit with our young guest here," he concluded nodding toward Miry. "Well, guest and host and temporary sex-related employee all at the same time, I guess." 

"Welcome back, lady!" the innkeeper's daughter chirped, smiling at the glowing wizardess. "Your pussy tastes sooo good, by the way."

"Yes, I know..." Shayla replied crossly, somehow still clinging to her absurd irritation with Miry. As much as she wished to be dominant with the tavern girl though, it was near impossible for the wizardess to affect superiority and ire while Jadrik's thick cock was plugged deep inside her ass, making her shudder with sweet anal delight. On top of that, having just dripped buckets of girl-cum into Miry's incredible pussy-pleasing mouth, Shayla felt mellow and grateful enough to add: "And you, little whore, have a very talented tongue."

As the innkeeper's daughter brightened and tittered at that compliment from the haughty sorceress, Jadrik grinned. 

"You know, Shay, I think Miry here could use some tutoring... I mean," he suggestively went on, stirring his length more firmly inside the wizardess's warm creamy bowels, "she's good, sure, but maybe you could show her some of your own tricks. Why don't you lick her virgin little pussy, Shay? I bet she'll like it. Actually, you'll probably both like it," Jadrik concluded, starting to slide his cock in and out of his adored slut's asshole with easy, shallow strokes.

"Oohhh, Jad..." Shayla purred as he tenderly humped her seed-slick anus while reaching one hand to her mound, teasingly titillating her clit and pussy. "Aahh alright, but it's not fair... Fuck," she half-laughed and half-gasped as his length glided a bit faster into her surrendered dick-hugging anal tunnel, "your cock in my ass feels so good that I'd do anything you ask! Uuuhh yesss..."

"I know, my sweet slut," the warlock snickered. "Well, Miry, what are you waiting for?"

Smiling excitedly, the innkeeper's daughter knee-walked closer until her pussy was right in front of Shayla's panting face. A shudder coursed through the girl's svelte body as the wizardess's luscious mouth made contact with her drenched labia and Shayla started sucking away at her smooth little slit.

"Oooh... She's so good at this!" Miry moaned, her eyes bugging out as the wizardess devoured her virgin pussy, letting her lips and tongue go crazy on the first cunt she had licked in a long while. 

The feel of Jadrik's ass-stuffing cock sawing gently in and out of her asshole and the expert manipulations of his clit-diddling digits were rekindling and fueling the ever-burning embers of Shayla's lust, making her inner slut resurface with a vengeance. As the ebb and flow of pleasure pulsing outward from her rippling rectum enveloped her, the wizardess channeled her passion on the soft young pussy pressed against her mouth. 

Focused on giving Miry the best cunt-licking of her life, Shayla ate her out without restraint, feasting on her tender folds and budding clit like she was starved for the girl's juices. Eventually, when the wizardess unleashed a sudden flurry of tongue whirls on Miry's swollen nub while munching her smooth labia ever more voraciously, the innkeeper's daughter shook all over and yelped out: "Oooh Gods, that's amazing! She's gonna make me cum!"

Sodomizing her with long steady thrusts, Jadrik nibbled on Shayla's neck and murmured into her ear: "Go ahead, Shay, make her cum in your mouth. I know you want to taste her, you horny slut..."

Going crazy on the tavern girl's hot dripping pussy, Shayla's only reply was to squeeze her buttery rectum firmly around Jadrik's pistoning hardness, making him grunt while Miry thrashed and arched her back, squealing and shivering in pre-orgasmic spasms. 

"Oohh yes, lady, lick my pussy! Lick meeee! Oohhh, it feels sooo good!"

As her climax surged inside her, Miry pinched and pulled on her own long, painfully stiff nipples and pushed her dewy slit hard into Shayla's slurping mouth. Right when she felt herself cresting over, the tavern girl gasped and let go of one of her perky titties. Reaching back with her tiny hand, Miry swiftly slid her slender forefinger between her own firm little buttcheeks and pushed it deep into her asshole. As soon as her digit was buried all the way inside her wanton anus, Miry yelled out her orgasm.  

"Fuck yeees... Uuhhh yeaaahh, I'm cummiiing!"

Humming and licking, Shayla drank down every trickle of Miry's sweet juices. As she orgasmed on the wizardess's mouth, the innkeeper's daughter masturbated her own asshole fast and deep, pushing a second slim finger into her sphincter while still torturing one swollen nipple with her other hand. Entranced by that erotic spectacle, Jadrik buttfucked his adored slut more vigorously in turn, making Shayla moan wetly into Miry's splayed open labia, her lips avidly glued to the girl's tender, nectar-gushing pussy. 

Miry was still mewling from the wizardess's protracted oral attentions and bathing her face in dribbles of overflowing girl-cum when suddenly the door slammed open and a deep booming voice broke the lewd symphony of moans and gasps filling the room.

"Lad! Where are they? Where do ye keep yer damn potions? I need some, now!" 

Uli's guttural bellow and his heavy stomping steps made Jadrik turn away from the amazing look of ecstasy painted on Miry's face. For a brief moment the warlock was ready to curse the dwarf for that brusque intrusion, but that thought evaporated as soon as he saw Uli approaching the unpacked pile of his baggage. 

"That damn pointy-eared lass is a tough nut to crack, I tell ye!" the dwarf grumbled, not even bothering to look at the three naked people on the bed as he quickly went through the warlock's stuff, stopping once he found a reinforced wooden crate. "I need something to knock her unconscious or maybe just one of them aphrodisiacs of yers. Ye know, a lust potion or something like that, something to make her tight elven pussy itch just enough that she'll... "

"Uli, NOOO!" Jadrik yelled, startling everyone, including the dwarf, luckily. "In the name of that damn Alefather of yours, don't touch that crate! My books are in there and it's still spell-sealed! Now step back from it before you get banished into the Endless Null forever and spend countless eternities as a lost soul floating aimlessly in pure nothingness! The potions are in that small metal chest near the chair." 

"Oh. Aye, that's good to know. I reckon I'll step back then," Uli conceded, cautiously moving away from the warlock's baggage and turning toward the bed. "I'm glad ye told me that, lad. I almost..." 

The dwarf's words turned into an appreciative whistle and his single-minded determination to drug and fuck the elf girl back at the village abated somewhat as he took in the sight of the innkeeper's daughter kneeling on the bed with two fingers stuck deep inside her own asshole and her virgin little pussy pressed into Shayla's mouth. Uli's bushy mustache wiggled while he chuckled and caressed one then the other of the thick twin braids of his red beard.

"Well, I see ye didn't lose any time calling for room service, eh? Wise move, lad!" the dwarf guffawed, nodding approvingly as his flinty gray eyes stayed fixed on the tavern girl's sweet heart-shaped butt.

"Actually, Miry here came looking for you," Jadrik stated, already noticing the focus of Uli's arousal shifting from the elf girl he was lusting after to the naked innkeeper's daughter he had within reach. "Isn't that right, Miry?"

"Mmhh yes," the girl mumbled through her afterglow, nodding languidly, not really listening. Then, as she lazily opened her eyes, she turned around and saw Uli. 

As soon as she noticed the burly dwarf standing in the middle of the room staring lecherously at her perky ass, Miry suddenly jumped off the bed and sprinted toward him. Tall and thin as she was, the innkeeper's daughter was almost comical to look at as she stood in front of the short, broad, massively built warrior. 

"Hey, master dwarf!" Miry chirped, throwing her slender arms around Uli's thick neck. "I went to your room earlier to service you, but you were gone so I joined your friends here. But since you're back now, well," she cooed mischievously, "I'd really like to give you what you paid for!" 

"Is that so, lassie?" Uli chuckled, the obvious bulge underneath his kilt twitching as the svelte tavern girl took his rough, calloused hands in her tiny ones and unashamedly pressed his palms to her ripe breasts. Given their height difference, Uli's bearded face was level with the girl's splendid pointy tits, her long upturned nipples aimed straight at his mustached mouth. 

"I'm really excited to offer you my room services and oohh... Ahaahh!" 

Miry's words faded into a gasp and a silvery giggle as Uli began playing with her perfect titties. Purring as the dwarf massaged her boobs with his stubby fingers and tickled her sensitive skin with his imposing beard, Miry leaned more firmly against the stout warrior. As she pushed a perky breast right into Uli's mouth, the tavern girl murmured sexily: "You know, I've never been fucked by a dwarf before..."

"Ach! That's a real shame, lassie," Uli replied, affecting severe concern even as he licked Miry's nipples while fondling her taut little ass with his ham-sized hands. All thoughts of potentially fucking the elf girl down in the village left the warrior's mind as he added between boob-nibbling kisses: "Never been fucked by a dwarf... That won't do at all, ye know. I reckon we should set that straight right now, eh?"

Miry let out a squealing laugh as she felt Uli's stubby fingers exploring her butt-crevice until they reached the horny little rosebud of her asshole. Moaning as the dwarf played with her sphincter, gaping it and massaging it and covetously poking his thick digits into her pliant crinkled orifice, Miry squirmed against his solid, stocky frame, biting her lips in anticipation. 

Impatient to try her first dwarven cock, the girl quickly had enough of that anal foreplay and guided Uli across the room, sitting him down on the chair close to the warlock's bags. As the dwarf kicked off his boots and reverently laid his massive battle axe on the nearby table, the innkeeper's daughter removed his vest and kilt, leaving him naked and sporting a massive erection.

"Whoa!" Miry exclaimed, wide-eyed in wonder at the sight of Uli's large, robust cock. 

The innkeeper's daughter had seen and fucked longer dicks before, but the dwarf had by far the widest, fattest shaft she had ever seen, with a tip so bloated and bulbous that it seemed impossible it could fit inside her, in any hole. Still, at that point she was too excited to even think about backing down.

"Don't ye be scared now, lassie. I managed to cram this meat-hammer in some real tight holes in my time, and never got no complaints!" Uli chuckled, noticing the tavern girl's moment of doubt. Then, nodding toward Jadrik and Shayla, still spooning on the bed and once more caught in their loving anal coupling, the dwarf added: "Besides, if ye've spent enough time with those two I'm sure ye got yer bumhole nicely stretched out already, ain't that so?"

"Sure, I guess..." Miry said dreamily, shrugging, thoroughly mesmerized by the dwarf's powerful veiny tool. Then, blinking and licking her lips, she dropped to her knees between Uli's thick short legs and grabbed his mighty pole at the base in a firm two-handed grip. 

The tavern girl's tiny fists made Uli's fat pole look even bigger, but she didn't seem discouraged by the fact that she had to use both hands to allow her fingers to reach around his obscene girth. In fact, as she squeezed her first dwarven cock and reveled in its solid meaty heft, Miry felt a deliciously naughty thrill run up her spine at the prospect of taking that huge boner deep inside her cock-hungry asshole. Her drooling little pussy was burning with need and a determined expression was painted on her face as she stared at the dwarf's mighty rod with lascivious defiance. 

"Alright," Miry declared after exhaling and squaring her slim shoulders, "I'll get you all nice and wet with my mouth first. Then I'm sure I can take you in my ass. I can do this, I know it!" 

"Aye, that's the spirit!" Uli laughed, nodding in approval while the tavern girl opened her mouth wide and lowered her face on his massive erection. The dwarf groaned as Miry held his shaft in her tiny hands at the base and wrapped her soft lips around his bloated glans, starting to nurse sloppily on his mushroom head. "Aaahh, that's it, lassie... Aye, suck my cock like that, there ye go." 

Miry's delicate lips widened obscenely around Uli's fat knob as she pressed her face lower and lower, using her hands to align the dwarf's shaft and working her jaw to take more of his meaty column into her small mouth. The thick ropes of saliva that she drooled incessantly all over his dick while she suckled and slobbered away on his huge glans helped somehow, lubing up Uli's exaggerated thickness, but still the tavern girl struggled to inhale more of that robust tool inside her oral cavity.

As Miry spluttered and choked on the warrior's mouth-stuffing dickmeat, Shayla watched intently and commented from the bed, all the while getting her ass deeply fucked. 

"Ooohh yes, Jad, hardeeer... Aaahh! Look at that silly little whore," the wizardess snorted between moans of anal pleasure, "I can easily suck Uli's cock... Uuhhh, fuck!"

Spooning her tightly, Jadrik kept driving his cock relentlessly in and out of Shayla's hot slippery asshole while she moaned her scathing observations about Miry's lack of skill at sucking dwarven dick. The warlock was grinning and nibbling wildly on the wizardess's ear as he picked up his pace even more, diddling her clit faster at the same time. It was such a turn on to see Shayla becoming needlessly competitive when it came to who was the sluttier slut. Knowing that the more antagonistic she got the dirtier she would act, Jadrik decided to tease her a little bit between hard butt-plugging thrusts.

"Come on, Shay," he purred into her ear, loving how she gasped and shivered in his arms each time he filled her rectum full of his stiff dick, "you've got to give her some points for trying, at least."

"Pff, fuck trying... Uuhh! And fuck that little whore too oowwhh!" Shayla groaned, trembling as yet another mini-climax rippled through her body, inflaming her tormented clit and sending her cock-crammed anus into a quick bout of squeezing spasms. "I can uuhh... Suck dick much better... Than she does... Aaahh fuuuck!"

Hardly even hearing those comments, focused completely on preparing the dwarf's beefy erection for her ass, Miry just kept forcing her face down on Uli's pole. She was gagging and choking non-stop on his extra large piece of cockmeat, her tiny fists pumping it slowly at the root to coax more slick pre-cum from its gullet-clogging glans. The tavern girl couldn't fit much more than the purple tip and a couple of girthy inches in her constricting oral cavity, but she still bobbed her head wetly up and down on the dwarf's lip-stretching tool. Constant trickles of saliva kept drooling from the corners of her tiny dick-jammed mouth, so that soon a dense sheen of her spittle covered the portion of Uli's shaft that she couldn't suck, making his boner shine and glisten lewdly. 

Cupping Miry's perky titties in his calloused hands and teasing her long hard nipples between his thick fingers, Uli hummed contentedly as the innkeeper's daughter slobbered and slurped messily on his cock. She wasn't an elf, granted, but despite the lack of slanted eyes, pointy ears and blonde hair, Miry had that girlish slender build that the dwarf found so absurdly irresistible. Most importantly, the warrior pondered, smiling under his mustache as he watched the tavern girl's lips gliding quickly up and down the upper half of his saliva-glossy tool while her tiny hands vigorously jacked him off at the base, Miry was clearly eager to be assfucked. At the end of the day, that was all that mattered: elf or no elf, in Uli's book eagerness always went a very, very long way.

"Alright, lassie," Uli eventually exhaled giving Miry's nipples one last pinch that made the girl squeal around his fat spittle-lathered dick. "I ain't getting any slicker than this, no matter how long ye suck me."

Letting his massively swollen glans slip out of her mouth with a squishy pop, Miry took in the sight of that thick veiny column pulsing before her eyes. "Yeah, I guess," she agreed, licking her wet lips, and nodding cheerfully. "Time to stick your big dwarven cock up my butt!" 

An impish grin brightened the tavern girl's face as she deftly jumped to her feet and straddled Uli's lap, her ripe pointy boobs brushing against the huge twin braids of his red beard. Wiggling her firm little ass to get herself well settled on his groin, Miry reached back and grabbed the dwarf's wide boner in her tiny hand. She couldn't help but bite her lower lip as she felt the granite-like hardness of Uli's shaft brushing against her smooth heart-shaped rump. Miry writhed in anticipation at the thought that soon his massive log would push into her tiny butthole and fill her ass to bursting.

Nestling Uli's powerful pole between her little round buttcheeks, the innkeeper's daughter purred: "Spread my ass, master dwarf. I'll need some help to fit this monster inside my tight little asshole."

"Yeah, 'tight' she says..." Shayla grumbled mockingly from the bed, barely managing to keep her eyes open and trained on the other couple as the warlock rode her plump rump at a breakneck sodomizing rhythm. "Uuuhh... I'm way tighter than that little asswhore... Aahh fuck, Jaaad, yeees! Fuck my ass like that... Uuhh deeper, fasteeeer!"




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 05



Not even the wizardess's wanton moans and snarky comments could distract Uli. His piercing gray eyes were glinting with lust as he filled his palms with Miry's small taut asscheeks and splayed them wide apart, exposing her needy crinkled orifice. Undulating her delicious little rump to align herself better, Miry guided the dwarf's thick erection into her butt-cleavage, nudging his massively engorged purple tip against the tight puckered entrance of her asshole. 

As he gloried in the pulsating heat of the tavern girl's pink twitching rosebud kissing his cockhead like a tiny hungry mouth, Uli looked up into Miry's face. There was a devilish glint in her eyes and a smile on her parted lips, a mixture of sheer urgency and naughty joy brightening her delicate features. 

Despite his burning desire to fuck her sweet young ass, Uli felt compelled to ask: "Don't ye need to get greased up a wee bit more, lassie? There's gotta be some lubricating salve in the lad's bags somewhere, I'm sure."

"Aw, you're so sweet, worrying about my little asshole like that!" Miry cooed, leaning down to nuzzle her nose into Uli's scruffy mustache, trying to find his mouth underneath all that red bristly hair for a kiss, and failing. 

"Don't worry," she said with a wink, wiggling her heart-shaped butt on his overswollen boner and forcing his fat glans to poke against her crinkled hineyhole, "I'm greased up enough already. Your warlock friend used some of the gooey stuff on me before he fucked my ass. Besides," she added huskily, rocking her small perky rump more urgently and starting to bear down on Uli's unyielding pole as she threw her arms around his short powerful neck, "I don't want to make it too easy. I kinda like a challenge, especially a naughty one..."

"Aye, I can see that!" Uli chuckled, feeling his blood pump faster and his cock flex with joy as he realized just what a dirty little buttslut the innkeeper's daughter was and how luck they had been to meet her. "As long as ye're sure, it's fine by me. In fact... Oooh, Alefather's glorious beard! That's it lassie, aarghh!"

The dwarf's words suddenly dissolved in a guttural grunt as he felt Miry's tiny little asshole press down hard on his bulbous tip. Her tight winking orifice strained against his obscenely large glans for an instant, but then her sphincter relented all of a sudden, relaxing and dilating in absolute surrender, swiftly blooming out around his invading knob. 

"Uhh... Uuuhh... Uuuuhhh! Oowhh, fuck!" Miry yelped and arched her back, pushing her firm titties into Uli's face as she lowered herself on his massive pole, forcing her overstretching anus to push down lower. Bent on impaling her ass on his cock, the tavern girl kept bearing down until her butt-ring widened completely around the dwarf's entire pulsating tip and his whole bloated glans slipped into her anus, punching through her elastic overdistended sphincter with an audible popping sound. 

"Damn me to the Thousand Hells! Shay, she did it!" Jadrik exclaimed, relenting his butt-pounding rush as he stared over Shayla's shoulder at Miry's lewdly dilated asshole gobbling down the huge spongy knob of Uli's cock. "She's really taking him in her ass at the first try! Now that's impressive..."

"Oowwh don't stop, Jaaad! Keep fucking meee!" Shayla whimpered, annoyed both by the fact that the innkeeper's daughter had managed the remarkable feat of engulfing Uli's fat glans inside her butthole and by Jadrik's evident admiration thereof. "Fuck my ass, Jad! Don't look at that little whore, just fuck my aaaass!" the wizardess wailed as Jadrik resumed pistoning into her rectum. Still, both his and her eyes remained fixed on the tavern girl's cock-stretched sphincter. 

Trembling and panting, barely able to breathe, Miry grabbed hard onto Uli's shoulders and held herself as still as possible while her cramping butt-ring tried to adjust around his large, bulbous cockhead. Broken, animalistic squeals escaped her slack mouth as the horny tavern girl focused on letting her convulsing little anus get used to the oversized intruder wedged firmly into her throbbing, impossibly stretched-out asshole. 

"Uuuhhh... Sooo big! Ohhh, Gods..." Miry mewled, trying to relax the erratic spasms that were possessing her anal muscles. "I've never had aawwhh... Anything so biiig... Uuhhh in my butt... Aaahh it's so fucking huge inside meee!"

"Take yer time, lassie," Uli said, holding one beefy hand on Miry's slim hip while he rubbed the other along the wet, slick folds of her virgin pussy. "I'm in no hurry. Just try and relax now. Ye're doing really great, for a human."

Feeling dizzy yet liking the new, unprecedented sense of stuffing fullness forcing her sphincter wide open like nothing ever before, Miry gradually resumed breathing regularly. The dwarf's attentions on her clit and pussy helped mitigate the strain and discomfort in her asshole by adding a layer of tingling delight to the mix of contrasting painful/pleasurable stimuli radiating from her overdilated orifice. Her lewd, unwavering determination did the rest. 

As soon as she felt her anus stop clenching and start adapting, the innkeeper's daughter resumed carefully pushing down again, determined to take all of Uli's rigid pole deep in her ass. Struggling and gasping, shivering in the dwarf's lap as he expertly worked her clit and the lovers on the bed watched in awe, Miry slid her pink distended butt-ring slowly but surely lower on Uli's cock. As she forced her overstretched sphincter to descend further and gobble more and more of that thick dwarven pole, the slim tavern girl held her eyes closed, rapturously absorbed in the task of cramming her asshole full of the largest, hardest slab of dickmeat she had ever fucked. 

Biting her lips and squealing all the while, Miry whimpered uninterruptedly as Uli's shaft gradually disappeared inside her ass. She was both enduring and enjoying that extreme anal invasion as she swallowed the dwarf's wide boner within her butthole a millimeter at a time. All the while, Miry felt genuinely surprised that, somehow, she was actually managing to make room for every fleshy bit of that butt-busting column inside her smooth, eager rectum. She squirmed and mewled and sobbed, the discomfort at times overruling the lewd delight of that self-inflicted ass-splitting impalement, but she never even dreamed of giving up. 

Despite her perseverance though, Miry had to stop and wait more often in the last stages of her dick-engulfing mission, when most of Uli's broad tool was already sheathed deep inside her cock-hungry asshole. Shuddering all over, the slim girl used those pauses to take long steadying breaths while she allowed her anal tunnel to widen and reshape itself to a new mind-boggling size apt to fit the dwarf's girthy erection in the deepest depths of her steamy, rippling bowels. Tenaciously persistent, Miry always resumed her descent with renewed determination as soon as she physically could, sliding her overdilated sphincter down on a new thick section of the veiny, obscenely large log she was so close to feeling totally jammed inside her anus.

Time seemed to stand still and everyone else in the room held their breaths in stupefied awe when, eventually, Miry's little round asscheeks made contact with Uli's muscular thighs and her reddened, overstretched butt-ring wrapped itself around the wide root of the dwarf's rock-solid shaft. A long moment of silence followed, marred only by Miry's irrepressible squeals and sighs.

"Fucking bitch!" Shayla eventually mumbled, breaking the spell that seemed to have descended on the room after Miry had completed her own impressive anal impalement on Uli's meaty monster. 

The wizardess's voice was tense and she was frowning jealously, but still she stayed slack-jawed and bug-eyed in sincere shocked admiration at the sight of the girl's dick-gobbling sphincter pulsing and clinging around the base of the warrior's pole. "She took it all! The little fucking whore took the whole fucking thing in her slutty fucking asshole!"

Equally baffled, too engrossed in Miry's feat to keep up anything but a lazy sodomizing pace, Jadrik shook his head as he peeked over the wizardess's shoulder. "Well, I would have never believed it," he admitted as he distractedly plowed Shayla's butthole, "but since I'm actually seeing it..."

"Aahhh, Alefather bless ye, lassie!" Uli grunted, high on the feel of Miry's tender dick-squeezing rectum clenching and unclenching erratically around his fully buried length. "Ye made it!"

A choked little sob escaped Miry's parted lips as she really came to terms with the mind-blowing thought that all of Uli's massive rod was crammed balls-deep in her ass. Her head spun and she felt high on dirty pride and indescribable anal pleasure as she just sat there, mewling, impaled on the thickest piece of dickmeat she had ever taken up her butt. It was the hottest thing ever. 

A lewd sense of accomplishment, combined with a particularly intense circling flurry of Uli's fingers on her clit, multiplied the intoxicating sensation of total fullness caused by having her rectum overstuffed and overstretched like never before. Suddenly, that delicious combination pushed Miry over the edge, big time. 

The tavern girl's eyes rolled back in her skull and her constant whimpers spiked up in a high-pitched yelp. The deep, intense tremors that had shaken her lithe body in the long minutes she had spent sliding her asshole down on Uli's butt-splitting boner seemed to explode again, all added up at the same time, bursting out in a full-body climax. As the dwarf's calloused fingers rubbed her budding clit and the lovers on the bed stared wide-eyed, the innkeeper's daughter came spectacularly, screaming at the top of her voice. 

"Uuuuhhh! Fuuh-uhh-uuuck! Cuuum-mmh-mmh-iiih-iihhh-iiing!"

Pussy juices gushed on the dwarf's fingers and dribbled all over his lap, drenching him in Miry's girl-cum. His cock was gripped so hard in the spasms crackling through her anal walls that Uli was sure the slim tavern girl would have ripped his boner right off his body if she had moved away from him at that moment. Staying perfectly still, the warrior growled through Miry's thundering climax as he gloried in the mind-blowing suctioning pressure exerted by her orgasming, dick-crammed rectum tightening wonderfully around his hardness.

Once that earth-shattering storm of pleasure let go of her, Miry found herself panting and writhing, totally fucked out. Limp as a rag doll, exhausted with bliss, she collapsed forward on Uli's burly form. She felt so weak that she could still straddle the warrior's lap only because she was skewered on his ass-stretching pole, otherwise she would have toppled over to the floor, spent. 

As she regained some vague sense of her self, the feel of the dwarf's cock firmly jammed to the hilt in her rippling anal sheath was the first sensation that registered in Miry's clouded mind. Immediately after that, she became aware of the slow squishy circles that his stubby digits were tracing on her clit, reverberating all through her body in the form of warm wavelets of pleasure. 

When she finally managed to raise her lolling head from Uli's massively strong shoulder and open her eyes enough to look at him, Miry's gaze was so dopey and unfocused that the dwarf doubted she could actually see him. Still, between long and much needed breaths, she did manage to croak out a few gasping words. 

"Fuck me... You gotta fuck... My ass... Now... Too weak to move... You do it... Please... Use me... Use my asshole... Make my ass cum again... Move me on you... Please... Just fuck my ass..."

"Ye got it, lassie," Uli nodded, genuinely respectful of the stubbornness in getting buttfuck demonstrated by that slip of a girl. She might have looked thin and delicate and elf-like, but she had a sort of dwarven determination about her that made her even more appealing to the bearded warrior. 

Planting a mustache-muffled kiss on her sweat-beaded forehead, holding her firmly by her hip while still diddling her hot drooling pussy, Uli began gently lifting Miry's light limp body off his lap. 

As her slender frame was pulled upward, her gripping asshole slid up along Uli's shaft until only his bulbous glans was trapped inside her clingy, dick-stretched anus. Keeping her suspended like that for a moment, the dwarf watched the tavern girl tremble all over and squeal in pleasure while she clenched his cockhead within her butt-ring in a series of quick, delicious nibbling squeezes. Aching to savor the smooth tightness of her enveloping anus again, Uli carefully lowered Miry on his fat dick once more, guiding her body while her weight dragged her all the way down on his lap, until his entire meaty column disappeared into her tight, pulsating rectum all over again. 

Doing as she asked, Uli began moving the innkeeper's daughter up and down on his boner like a rag doll. Grunting lustfully as her warm dick-milking snugness constricted his shaft in an amazing series of anal tugs, the dwarf fucked the tavern girl's ass methodically that way while sitting still in the chair. Surrendered and wiped out, Miry just rested limply on top of him, too pleasure-wasted to do anything but moan and whimper and cum repeatedly on his pussy-fingering digits as she felt his ass-stuffing pole filling her rectum and stretching her butthole to the limit, again and again and again.

By the time Uli started bucking up excitedly into her dick-gobbling asshole, his crotch was soaked in Miry's overflowing nectar and she had cum so many times that she was faint with pleasure. Still guiding her limp and erratically convulsing body along his shaft, the dwarf pumped his tool up into the tavern girl's sweet little butt a bit faster and deeper at each pass, egged on by the squeaking animalistic mewls that she let out every time he invaded her hot, cock-squeezing rectum. 

Meanwhile on the bed, as the dwarf approached his climax and the semi-conscious girl reached her umpteenth gushing peak, Shayla had propped herself up on an elbow, a glum expression on her beautiful visage. With her chin resting on her palm, the wizardess sulked, glaring at the moaning couple on the chair with undisguised resentment. 

Still spooned into Jadrik's embrace, Shayla was so upset and absurdly envious of Miry's lewd anal accomplishment, not to mention the guys' appreciation of it, that she found her own pleasure from getting soundly assfucked by the warlock to be decreasing. Jadrik had resumed a sustained butt-pounding tempo, sure, but he sodomized her somewhat distractedly, or at least so the wizardess imagined in her competitive paranoia.

"Alright, so the little whore can take a dwarven cock up her ass. Big deal..." Shayla eventually grumbled, unable to just repress her annoyance. "Stupid skinny bitch... She won't even take cocks in her pussy to stay 'pure'. How ridiculous is that?!" the wizardess continued, getting heated up as she watched Miry writhing and gasping like a stranded fish while Uli pumped his large meaty pole as far up inside her loosened anus as he could go.

"Come on, Shay, don't worry about it," Jadrik whispered in her ear, kissing her comically grumpy face and humping away into her superb bubble-butt. "It's not like you couldn't do what she does." 

"I know, right!" Shayla exclaimed as the warlock's unseen grin widened hearing that his adored slut was falling for his taunt, as intended. "I mean, who does she think she is anyway?!" 

"She's nothing, of course. Just a tavern wench, not a true slut like you," Jadrik purred as he caressed the wizardess's huge tits and frigged her clit. Ramming his dick harder into her pillowy ass, he whispered yet another haunting tease. "Of course, once we leave this sad little village, young Miry here will be all proud of herself, I'm sure. I can almost see her, bragging with her girlfriends, all smug and cocky because she managed to outslut a beautiful, big-titted, round-assed lady mage from the Capitol. Oh well, but who cares about that kind of stuff anyway..."

Gritting her teeth and fuming even more as those words sank in, utterly blinded by her naughty need to always be the top slut, Shayla finally spat out: "Hey you, tavern whore! You think you're such a big slut, uh? So you can take Uli and Jadrik in your ass one at a time, sure, but can you take them both at the same time? Can you get double fucked? Can you take a big fat cock in your ass AND one in your pussy? No, you can't! Because you're too stupid to get your pussy fucked, because you want to stay pure! Hahaha!" 

Letting her gloating, exaggerated evil laugh ring out, drunk with paranoid excitement, Shayla took a moment before adding, suddenly very serious: "Well, guess what? I can do it! I can take two cocks at the same time!"

As close as he was to inundating Miry's smooth dick-clutching rectum with a gigantic load of cum, Uli stopped dead as Shayla's boisterous invective registered. 

Holding the whimpering tavern girl half-impaled on his throbbing thickness, Uli turned to meet Shayla's blazing blue eyes. Blinking as he took in the manic sensual euphoria exuding from her grimacing, lust-high expression, Uli realized that the wizardess might actually mean business. 

"Whaaa?" he asked, furrowing his bushy eyebrows. "Seriously? Ye wanna get double fucked, lass?" 

"You heard me!" Shayla confirmed, feeling flushed and tingly all over, getting even more excited while a little voice in the back of her mind desperately urged her not to say what she was dying to say. So, of course, she just said it. "I can take you and Jad together, no problem."

Singing and jumping around inside his head while he fought to maintain his composure on the outside for just a few moments more, just enough to see his amazing slut actually take the plunge, the warlock spoke in a reasonable placating tone that he was sure would do anything but placate the wizardess or reassert reason in her desire-drunk mind. 

"Shay, you don't have to do this. Really, it's not like you have to prove anything to anyone... Sure," Jadrik continued, knowing just how to give her the last little push, "the one time you did let us double fuck you was when we ate all those wacky green mushrooms, after we raided the Ruins of Agar Hajak, remember? Probably not, I guess. I know I can barely recall any of it, we were all so wasted... But we were young and stupid then, well, younger and stupider than now, at least. Nobody expects you to be that wild and crazy and insanely sexy anymore, Shay..."

That did it. Even though she sort of knew that Jadrik's slithering insinuations were meant to pull exactly the kind of strings that made her inner slut come forward with a vengeance, Shayla didn't care. Even if it was all just a game of naughty pride and unreasonable sluttiness, she meant to win it anyway. 

The tavern girl had upped the ante when she took Uli's fat tool up her ass, and Shayla simply couldn't ignore it. She needed to do something more than Miry, she just needed to, and she knew exactly what to do. She was horny and careless and lust-crazed enough for it. 

Besides, she was once more in control, and that made her confident and self-assured again. Both Uli and Jadrik were totally enthralled. They were looking at her and her alone, like no other woman existed nor mattered in the world. Shayla basked in the way they were speechlessly hanging from her lips, devouring her voluptuous body and waiting only for her to say the word. And, if that kind of attention wasn't enough, her fiery, passionate nature did the rest.

The wizardess's mind was made up when Uli cleared his throat and asked the question again, to make sure. His voice was hoarse with arousal, clearly showing that he wished for just one specific answer as he slowly rumbled: "Are ye really up for a double fuck, lass?" 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 05



"Yes, I am," Shayla sultrily replied. "Let's do it!"

*****

To be continued...



The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 06



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex and group sex, so be warned in case you're not into that sort of stuff. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

This chapter picks up exactly where the previous one ended, so it's best to read that first.

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The wizardess's mind was made up when Uli cleared his throat and asked the question again, to make sure. His voice was hoarse with arousal, clearly showing that he wished for just one specific answer as he slowly rumbled: "Are ye really up for a double fuck, lass?" 

"Yes, I am," Shayla sultrily replied. "Let's do it!"

Shifting and wiggling her sumptuous bubble-butt until Jadrik's boner slipped out of her cum-slick rectum, Shayla disentangled herself from the warlock's embrace and stood on her knees on the bed. 

"Uli," she declared, taking charge, "you'll do my pussy and Jad will do my ass. Now, let go of that skinny little bitch and get over here. I want you lying on your back so Jad can buttfuck me from behind," the wizardess directed, her heart beating crazily while her pussy drooled with arousal and her gaping, seed-coated asshole twitched with anticipation. 

Wasting no time, the dwarf lifted Miry's lithe limp body all the way up and off his ass-splitting boner. The pleasure-wasted girl squealed in disappointment when Uli's bulbous cockhead exited her overstretched sphincter with a lewd pop. As the dwarf settled her slack frame down on the chair, the innkeeper's daughter tried to protest and demand to get her asshole crammed full of his fat dickmeat again, but she was just too fucked out to do anything but whimper some unintelligible nonsense. 

Uli took one final look at the panting tavern girl and gloried in the sight of her reddened, obscenely dilated anus, then he turned around and stomped straight to the bed, his massive cock wagging before him and the thick red braids of his beard swinging away with each step. The dwarf barely had the time to climb into bed and lie on his back before Shayla straddled him. Her deep blue eyes were glazed over with desire and her huge jutting tits wobbled deliciously as she sat on him, positioning her crotch over Uli's groin. 

With her knees firmly buried in the crumpled sheets on either side of the dwarf and a hand resting on his barrel-like chest, the horny wizardess reached for Uli's thick pole and pointed it straight up, so that his bloated purple glans was aimed at her leaking, splayed open pussy lips. Humming huskily, she guided his cockhead to her slit, nestling his broad tip between her wet swollen folds. As the dwarf's robust boner throbbed at the entrance of her needy cunt and his beefy hands grabbed her firmly by her round feminine hips, Shayla turned to look over her shoulder at Jadrik. 

"Wait until I tell you I'm ready, Jad," she instructed, glad to notice that the warlock was applying more lubricating salve to his already slippery, seed-glossy erection. "And even when you're in, don't move until I say so. I mean it," Shayla warned, "if you end up hurting me you might as well just rip me apart completely and leave me dead here, because I'll just fireball you to ashes if I survive. That goes for you too," she added, staring down sternly at Uli, who just nodded and grunted his assent while feasting his eyes on her big bulging tits.

"Don't worry, Shay," Jadrik said, knee-walking closer behind the wizardess and caressing her glorious round rump, "you say the word and we'll stop. I would never hurt my adored nasty slut," he concluded, kissing her neck, "not even if you asked me. Well, maybe if you ask me, possibly, but we should at least decide a safe word if we're going down that road..."

Shaking her head as she smiled sexily at the grinning warlock, Shayla let out a chuckle and took a deep breath. "Alright," she murmured as she lowered herself down, letting the big spongy tip of Uli's cock push into her nectar-dribbling slit, "here goes..."

Sopping wet and aroused as she was, Shayla didn't have much trouble taking Uli's fat glans into her pussy. His bulbous knob parted her dewy folds with relative ease as it wedged itself past the entrance of her steamy slit, making the wizardess gasp. The feel of the dwarf's huge girth widening her slippery vaginal walls and pulsing inside her soft opening sent a shiver up her spine. His cock felt massively broad, almost terrifyingly so, but she knew she could take more of it. 

A long, husky moan escaped her tumid lips as Shayla gently descended down on the warrior's pole, sliding her drenched pussy gradually lower, forcing his meaty column deeper into her welcoming, needy hole. Slowly but surely, the wizardess took inch after thick inch of Uli's extra large tool inside her hot honey pot, letting him open up her silky weeping walls as his wide glans pushed further up into her fiery core. Shayla groaned deep in her throat when, finally, her drooling labia met the dwarf's groin and his thick shaft was completely enveloped within her sodden, quivering pussy. 

"Ahhh lass, yer cunt is so damn nice and tight!" Uli grunted, basking in the moist caress of the wizardess's juicy hole. "And ye're so wet, always so wet... That's what I like most about yer lovely snatch!"

"Just uuhh... Just shut up and suck my tits," Shayla moaned, leaning down and planting her hands on the headboard, thus squashing Uli's face between her huge dangling boobs. 

Unable and unwilling to talk with his mouth suddenly full of soft, smooth tit-flesh, the dwarf put his lips and tongue to good use. Diving deeper into Shayla's buxom cleavage, Uli devoured the wizardess's jugs like a starved animal, licking and nibbling all over her amazing boobs without restraint, tickling and teasing her flawless, sensitive skin with his mustache and beard all the while. 

Moaning as her puffy nipples got sucked and kissed with gusto, Shayla rocked slowly on the dwarf's pussy-plugging cock, grinding lasciviously and keeping her engorged clit in constant contact with his groin, thus rubbing her sensitive nub in time with her sensuous motions. Purring in enjoyment as she reacquainted herself with the mighty girth and rock-solid feel of Uli's cock stuffed balls-deep inside her slit, the wizardess also joyously savored Jadrik's adoring touch on her ass. 

His kneading, soothing caresses and the way his fingers occasionally grasped and dug into her soft plump buttcheeks confirmed once more to Shayla how much Jadrik loved her ass. That knowledge was so weirdly empowering, it never failed to make her feel good and hot and beautiful. What felt even better though was the certainty that the warlock was just as crazy as she was about what they were doing. 

Acting like a total slut and having no restraints in bed was something that Shayla craved and reveled in, but her pleasure was multiplied tenfold by the awareness that her lover liked and encouraged that naughty, whorish side of her personality. She loved to know that the warlock was watching her with undivided attention, waiting behind her and wanting nothing but to be allowed inside her gorgeous body through her tiniest, tightest, most intimate hole. 

Thriving on the sensation of Jadrik's eyes and hands feasting on her luscious body, Shayla started moving on Uli's massive pole. Moaning as her vaginal walls clung snugly to his thick dwarven rod, the wizardess carefully slid her pussy up and down on the warrior's cock while he slurped away on her big, heavy tits. 

It didn't take long for Shayla to get used to having her soft honey pot jammed full of the dwarf's beefy erection. Once she felt that her pussy was sufficiently adjusted to his imposing presence, she started riding Uli's wide boner with abandon. Encouraged by her moans and purrs, the jug-munching warrior started pumping his thick tool up into her nectar-soaked hole with firm and deep bucking thrusts. Gasping and squirming with pleasure, Shayla responded by bouncing wildly on him, slamming her slit recklessly on Uli's fat cockmeat at each cunt-stuffing pass.

In truth, that huge dick filling her dripping pussy only made Shayla hornier and hungrier for more. It was deliciously torturous to tease both herself and the warlock by delaying things, but soon it became impossible to stall anymore. With one last plunging bounce, she sat firmly on Uli's pole, burying his large dick to the hilt inside her hot, leaking slit. Signaling the dwarf to just lie still, the wizardess turned her head to look at Jadrik over her shoulder. 

She was panting with need, her mouth was open and her lips were lusciously swollen. A few long jet-black strands of hair had escaped her ponytail and were clinging to her flushed face. Her voice was thick with pure lust when she spoke.

"Do it, Jad..." Shayla muttered, looking him in the eye, pleading and demanding at the same time. "Put it in my ass. I need to feel you deep inside me, I need your cock so badly!"

With his feet firmly planted on the bed, the warlock nodded and smiled as he straddled Shayla's magnificent bubble-butt. Shaking with excitement as he crouched over the plump juicy rump that he loved so much, Jadrik parted the wizardess's fleshy round asscheeks wide open and aligned his raging erection with her slick winking rosebud. 

The warlock's rigid cock flexed with joy at the sight of Shayla's cute little sphincter. Her asshole wasn't gaping anymore, but, after the long bout of sodomy it had already endured, it hadn't shrunk completely closed just yet. Jadrik was glad to notice how her tiny pink pucker was abundantly smeared with the overflowing pearly load that he had previously pumped into her rectum and that was still slowly trickling out of her, making her pouty butthole and ass-crevice all cum-slick and glistening.

As he nudged his lube-lathered glans against her twitching slippery orifice, wedging the very tip of his cockhead into her barely open butt-ring, Jadrik leaned down and whispered into Shayla's ear. 

"I fucking love you, my sexy beautiful slut."

The wizardess's heart skipped a beat at those words, goose bumps covering her whole curvy body. Her well-sucked nipples sent sparks of delight straight to her groin and her drooling, dick-crammed pussy suddenly pulsed around Uli's thickness, gushing on his groin as a swift sneaky climax overtook her gorgeous frame. It was through that unexpected haze of pleasure that Shayla felt her pliant asshole stretching meekly and blossoming out around the slick tip of Jadrik's cock as he penetrated her anus, filling her tight little hole with his hard meat. 

"Uuuhh! Ooohh fuck!" the wizardess whimpered as that second big cock entered her body through her delicate, tiny backdoor. 

Jadrik moaned too. As snug as Shayla's butthole normally was, the presence of a robust dwarven tool jammed inside her pussy made her anal passage even tighter. 

With the whole tip plus a mere inch of the warlock's boner wedged firmly into her oily asshole, Shayla already felt completely stuffed. A cold shadow of uncertainty gripped her and she was suddenly hit by a rush of panic that turned the rising pleasure of having both holes stuffed with cock into a painful cramping sensation. Fearing that she was about to be ripped apart and that her body wouldn't be able to handle those two massive dicks, the wizardess screamed out.

"Stop! Oohhh stop, Jaaad! Stop, pleeeease!"

The words weren't even out of her mouth when Jadrik arrested his progress inside her insanely tight anus. He knew he'd have to wait a bit, but he didn't mind. He didn't want to hurt his adored slut, not after she had consented to this insanely erotic act. Besides, even if he wanted to, he simply couldn't have advanced deeper into her asshole another inch, not until she relaxed completely and allowed her body to accept the presence of two cocks inside her.

"Shh easy, my sweet slut, easy... It's alright, I won't move. Everything's fine, Shay, take your time. Just breathe deep and don't worry," Jadrik gently whispered into the panting wizardess's ear. "I'll wait, no matter how long you need. I'd never hurt my slut's cute little asshole, you know that." 

Peppering Shayla's neck and shoulders with tender butterfly kisses and devotedly caressing her spectacular bubble-butt as he soothed her with his murmurs, the warlock held perfectly still as he was, crouched over her ass and with his cockhead gripped inside her cramping, extra tight butt-ring. 

"Try to relax, Shay, you'll be fine. Trust me, I know you can do this. Don't be scared if it feels weird, my sweet slut. Just breathe and relax. Yeah, like that... We'll wait until you're ready, isn't that right, Uli?" 

"Mmphh mpphff!" the dwarf replied through the heavenly prison of tit-flesh trapping his face.

"See, it's alright. Just relax now, Shay. Deep breaths, yes, like that. Good girl..." Jadrik said between soft kisses on the wizardess's arched back, willing to wait for as long as she needed. 

Suspended between discomfort and delight, Shayla could do nothing but gasp and pant in reply to the warlock's soft, pacifying and encouraging words. His voice was calming her a bit, but her heart was still pounding in her ears and her mind was overrun by mixed signals coming from her pussy, her asshole, her tits and her clit, all clashing together and making no sense at all. 

No matter how many times Jadrik had buttfucked her, she was suddenly sure that her asshole had become several sizes smaller than it used to be, making the idea of taking the warlock's big cock up her butt absolutely impossible. At the same time, she could swear that Uli's girthy boner had grown even larger within her pussy, widening her silky slit to new dimensions. At least the sweet stimulation of her engorged clit pressing against the dwarf's pubic bone remained unchanged, causing persistent wavelets of thrumming delight to ripple outward, mitigating her discomfort a bit.

Trying to calm down, knowing that she could do it and reassured by Jadrik's touch and words and mere presence behind her, the wizardess appealed to her mental training in the magical arts to discipline the maelstrom of emotions raging inside her and maybe settle her spinning head somehow. Soon, focusing and breathing deeply, Shayla recognized an intense undercurrent of pure physical joy running underneath the choppy waters of her fear and resistance and discomfort. Willing herself to dive into that warm, heady stream of bliss, the wizardess managed to tap into the sizzling, chaotic ecstasy that her body was registering while both her holes were being penetrated. 

Straining to keep her breathing steady, Shayla drew upon that raging torrent of animalistic delight. As she focused better on the undeniable stream of pleasure coursing through her doubly invaded body, the pain and fear started to dissipate, until her blinding panic was gone. Slowly, she started feeling calm again. Her muscles unclenched and her body was bathed in that delightful current of wild warming sensuality as Shayla surrendered herself to the promise of an even stronger, deeper pleasure waiting for her, beckoning invitingly and almost within reach.

"Uuhh... Ooohh, Jad! I think I'm uuuhh... I'm ready... Keep sucking my tits like that, Uli, but don't move your cock yet... Oohh yeees, bite my nipples... Aahhh!" Shayla managed to say after a while, between broken sobbing mewls. 

Though still shuddering and panting, the wizardess was much more relaxed. Past control, yet more centered because of her capitulation, with each passing moment Shayla felt more and more attuned to the magmatic flow of intense physical stimuli that were possessing her body in the form of random, untamed shocks of pure delight darting wildly right under the surface of her initial discomfort. 

"You can push into my ass now, Jad," the wizardess whimpered, straining to look at the warlock over her shoulder. "Fill me... Uuhh fill my asshole with your cock ooooh! Go deep in me, Jad, I'm ready for you now... I want you owwhh... Deep in my ass aaahhh!" 

Jadrik managed to lean down and press his mouth onto Shayla's succulent lips in a long, passionate soulkiss before the incessant tremors wracking her body and sapping her strength forced her head to loll to the side, breaking their lip-lock. To the sound of her husky sighs and of Uli's tit-smooching slurps, the warlock grabbed the wizardess's gorgeous plump ass in his hands and set to the task of easing himself deeper into her slick, dick-gripping asshole. 

Deliciously snug and clingy as a rule, Shayla's seed-sloppy anus felt even tighter due to the stuffing presence of Uli's motionless but massively broad cock jammed inside her vaginal channel. Her twitching butt-ring and smooth anal walls were becoming more pliant, though: with no cramping spasm to stop him, Jadrik could finally move inside the wizardess's asshole a bit. After a few tentative in-out motions to make sure she was really ready, noticing that her anal muscles were relaxed and yielding, the warlock started worming his way deeper into Shayla's juicy bubble-butt. 

The going was agonizingly slow, made of minimal progress soon followed by bouts of adjusting cramps that choked Jadrik's ass-delving boner and stalled his anal invasion while Shayla wailed and moaned, shivering as her extra snug anus slowly accepted a little bit more of her lover's rigid length. A millimeter at a time, the warlock eased himself gradually deeper and deeper inside his adored slut's cum-coated bowels, stopping to glory in her heavenly tightness each time the warm slick pressure of her smooth rectum hugged another little portion of his aching hardness. 

Anxious to conquer the wizardess's clenching little butthole and plunder her glorious booty, Jadrik had to struggle to rein in his ass-loving ardor. At the same time though, he was also focusing intensely on penetrating Shayla's beautiful plump ass gently and without hurting her. Caught between rabid anal lust and tender, intimate gentleness, Jadrik reveled in that paradoxical challenge. He loved what they were doing, and he loved Shayla for being willing to do it. It was such a savagely hot sexual act but also a weird emotional experience that put trust, acceptance and patience to the test, a test that Jadrik didn't doubt for a second that he and his amazing slut would ace. 

Even when he had to stop to let the whimpering wizardess's asshole adjust and reshape itself around his raging boner, Jadrik was happy to wait. The powerful, erratic clenching squeezes of her overfilled anus were milking his cock wonderfully, while the primal unintelligible mewls and gasps that she let out as she accepted that second cock into her body were music to the his ear. Unfailingly, as soon as her squeals decreased in pitch, Shayla's butthole also relented its tugging grip, allowing Jadrik to resume his careful immersion into the depths of her snug steamy rectum.

Despite the increased tightness of her anus, the wizardess's absolute dedication to the double penetration helped her relax a lot as Jadrik determinedly packed her rippling anal tunnel full of his cock. The huge load of cum that he had previously sprayed into her bowels definitely helped, but something else was going on too. 

As the minutes passed and her lover's butt-plugging cock made its way slowly but surely deeper inside her asshole, Shayla realized that her body was becoming accustomed to the unnatural, unbelievable sense of fullness radiating from both of her dick-jammed holes. Initially she had feared that the presence of Uli's pole embedded to the hilt in her pussy would prevent her from taking Jadrik's cock up her ass, let alone enjoying it, but, incredibly, as the warlock's hardness slid deeper and deeper into her rectum, things seemed to change for the better. 




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 06



Shayla was shocked to find herself loving the feel of having two big dicks buried inside her, stuffing her tender holes to the limit. Her whole voluptuous body was tingling with the strange, unique buzzing pleasure caused by those massive slabs of cockmeat almost brushing together inside her, separated only by the thin sensitive membrane between her pussy and asshole. It was unimaginably hot, intoxicating and good beyond description.

As she mastered the discomfort and began savoring the delight instead, a pulsing sensation of blissful full-body warmth replaced the string of stabbing, uncontrolled mini-climaxes that had alternated with moments of cramping tension since Jadrik had started easing his way into her ass. With more and more of his length wedged inside her impossibly snug anal sheath, Shayla found herself experiencing less and less difficulty in relaxing and letting him fill her rectum full of cock. 

At the same time, a growing sense of dizzying satisfaction pervaded her, making her soaked slit gush almost uninterruptedly all over Uli's fat, cunt-cramming tool. It was a pleasure so all-encompassing and intense that it tied together the persistent sense of fullness inside her pussy and ass, the stimulation of her clit grinding on the dwarf's pubic bone and the relentless suckling, kissing and nibbling titillation of her nipples. 

By the time the warlock was ready to feed her pink cock-gobbling sphincter the last thick inch of his shaft, Shayla's entire curvy frame was thrumming with sensuous bliss. She was so far gone that she couldn't even tell exactly where her pleasure came from, she just felt it pulsing deep inside her and radiating powerfully all through her surrendered, doubly-impaled body. 

Humping and pausing, groaning and grunting as he caressed her plump bubble-butt and kissed her sweat-glistening back, the warlock eventually managed to give a final push and jam the very last bit of his throbbing length into the wizardess's amazing ass. As her clingy distended butt-ring wrapped itself around his wide root, Jadrik grunted and stood still, glorying in the slick warmth of Shayla's super tight rectum hugging his cock from tip to base. 

While her smooth anal walls rippled around him and choked his boner like a steamy velvety vise, Shayla finally emerged from her sensuous trance and managed to speak haltingly between animalistic mewls of delight.

"Uhhh Jaaaaad! I'm so ooohh... So fucking full uuhhh! So much cock in meeee! It's... Too... Good! Oooohh I'm... Gonna aaaahhh... Cuuuh-uuhh-uuh-uum!"

Both Jadrik and Uli growled as Shayla's body was hit by a massive orgasmic storm that made her thrash and yell out in climax between them while her holes tightened even more firmly around their fully sheathed cocks. Her pussy quivered crazily and bathed the dwarf's robust pole in rivulets of her sweet gushing nectar while her rectum clenched and unclenched uncontrollably around the warlock's ass-stretching boner, enveloping him in a series of deep anal massages that made Jadrik's head spin. 

Shayla's whole dick-stuffed body shook, wracked by crashing blissful spasms. Blinded by a burst of pleasure so intense that she suddenly choked on her screams of release, the wizardess let out a final ecstatic wail and collapsed limply on top of Uli's broad frame, shuddering and whimpering, cumming incessantly all the while.

"Holy Gods of Light! That was the hottest thing ever!" Miry exclaimed, making both Jadrik and Uli turn toward her as their cocks flexed deep inside Shayla's pulsating holes.

Slouching back in the chair with her legs spread wide open and her bugged-out eyes glued to the threesome on the bed, the innkeeper's daughter was pumping three slim fingers in and out of her loosened asshole with gusto. The girl's breathing was ragged as she recklessly masturbated her anus and used her free hand alternatively to slap her nectar-slick clit and pinch her stiff nipples. Miry's expression was so engrossed and lust-distorted that the warlock and the dwarf paused to stare at her while the doubly-skewered wizardess sighed between them, overwhelmed by her monumental peak.

"Guys, what are you waiting for?" Miry egged them on excitedly, biting her lips as she tried to force a fourth digit inside her reddened, insatiable sphincter. "Don't just stay there like that, you have to fuck her!" the tavern girl almost yelled. "Look at her, she needs it! Come on now, fuck her!" 

Unable to move, hardly able to open her eyes, Shayla breathed in a few big lungfuls of air as she emerged from her momentary climax-induced blackout. Delicious sizzling aftershock were still overloading her senses when she eventually managed to speak, her face transfigured by pleasure into a flushed, sweaty mask of barely tolerable ecstasy. 

"Uhh... Y-y-yes..." the wizardess panted weakly, her voice thick with need and raspy from her loud orgasmic yells. "Fuck... Uuhh! Meeee... Now ooowhh!"

"Ye heard her, lad," Uli mumbled, disentangling his face from Shayla's luscious cleavage for a moment, yet still licking away at her pink puffy areolas and fat gummy nipples as he spoke. "I'll just be still and get my fill of her big round titties here. Ye go ahead and fuck her bumhole, lad."

"I can do that," Jadrik snickered. As he dug his fingers into Shayla's soft fleshy bubble-butt, he leaned over her surrendered body to whispering in her ear. "Ready, my sweet slut?"

"Uhhh... Oohhh Jad, yes... Fuck me, pleeease... I need more... This feels sooo good..." she gasped and nodded. 

After planting a long smooch on her lips, the warlock slowly withdrew his deeply buried shaft from the wizardess's beautiful ass, pulling out until he was half-way out of her cock-hugging anal sheath. He paused there just a moment, enjoying her broken moans and the exquisite tightness of her asshole, then he carefully slid back in, making her squeal in delight as his fat boner filled her slick, clingy rectum totally full again. 

"Uuuhhh fuuuck, Jaaad..." Shayla wailed, seeing stars as the warlock's long butt-jamming push made the thin membrane between her dick-filled holes crackle with a new, uniquely pleasurable friction. "Oooh Gods, yeees! Sooo good... Fuck my aaaass!" 

"You liked that, didn't you?" Jadrik murmured into the wizardess's ear as he stirred his ass-splitting pole deep within the smooth slippery grip of her anal walls, hoping his words would register over her incessant groans. 

"Tell me, Shay," he went on, already starting to pull out again, loving the way she shuddered and gasped underneath him as he withdrew from her warm, enveloping anus. "Tell me you want more..."

"Y-y-yees... Yeeeesss!" Shayla panted, almost sobbing. "I need mmh... Mooooore uuhh!" 

The wizardess's entire body shivered as Jadrik's meaty boner slid out of her ass and then pushed carefully back in until he was lodged balls-deep inside her snug rectum, totally immersed in her hot tender tightness. Her lover's butt-cramming cock made Shayla's seed-coated anal depths sizzle with amazing pleasure, even more intensely than usual due to the cunt-plugging pressure that Uli's rigid tool put on her quivering vaginal walls. 

The friction between those two massive, unyielding slabs of dickmeat buried deep inside her body created a new mind-blowing stimulation all along the membrane separating her cock-filled holes, taking Shayla's breath away, giving her goose bumps. Stuffed to bursting, high on lust like never before, the wizardess was so pleasure-drunk that she thought she'd lose her mind as Jadrik continued his long in/out sawing motions, establishing a careful, deliberate assfucking rhythm. 

"Fuck, Shay! You're such an amazing slut..." the warlock panted as he pumped his cock into the wizardess's conquered little orifice with gentle but persistent ass-reaming strokes. 

Unable to form words, Shayla just mewled her appreciation as she savored the torturous bliss of having a massive cock wedged to the hilt into her soaked pussy while another hard meaty pole slipped in and out of her tight buttery rectum, over and over again. 

The wizardess couldn't help but cry out whenever the warlock bottomed out inside her slick anal tunnel, pushing so deep inside her and stretching her out so much that she felt like she was about to pass out, she felt so impossibly choke-full of cock. Still, her shrieks were dripping with lustful exhilaration rather than discomfort. When he pulled out, her clingy asshole gripped Jadrik's shaft desperately while her warm, velvety rectum twitched with need as it was left temporarily empty before getting filled up all over again. 

As Jadrik plowed her ass in a steady sodomizing tempo, stimulating her wonderfully and making her anal walls ripple in constant delight, a chain of mini-climaxes shook Shayla's voluptuous frame.

Beside the anal gratification and the delicious friction applied on the thin, oversensitive tissue between her holes, Shayla was writhing with joy from the mere fact that her surrendered doubly-skewered body was being pushed back and forth by Jadrik's deep butt-stuffing strokes, so that at each pass her pussy slid along Uli's pole a bit and her pulsating, engorged clit rubbed against the dwarf's groin. The sheer amount of pleasurable stimuli crashing uninterruptedly over her body, adding up to each other and multiplying one another's intensity, was more than enough to blow Shayla rapturously away. 

"Whoa, she's cumming on me non-stop!" Uli exclaimed between a nipple-suckling kiss and a long slurping tongue swipe along the slopes of the wizardess's huge jiggling boobs. "It's like a waterfall of pussy juice here! Maybe she's ready for some cunt humping too, eh?"

"I think so," Jadrik grunted, picking up his butt-plowing tempo and giving longer and faster thrusts into the depths of Shayla's slippery, dick-squeezing rectum. "What do you say, Shay?" he panted into the wizardess's ear, resting his head on her neck to nibble and kiss her smooth, sweaty skin. "Wanna get your sweet juicy pussy fucked too?"

"Uhh... Ahh-aaghh! Ooowhh... Yeeeess!" Shayla managed to yell, abandoning herself to the mercy of the two cocks that were gifting her with more pleasure than she felt ready to handle. 

As Uli began stirring his wide boner inside her nectar-drenched folds, Shayla felt suddenly faint. The sensation of the dwarf's pole pushing upward into her soft vaginal channel, alongside Jadrik's cock thrusting into her rectum, caused an increased combination of friction and pressure on the delicate layer of skin separating her holes. It was an unprecedented stimulation that went way beyond the already toe-curling feel of having just the warlock's shaft sawing in and out of her asshole while the dwarf's rock-hard tool held still in her pussy. 

The wizardess's body was limp on the outside but erupting with glorious delight on the inside as Uli began moving calmly and steadily within her tender slit, bringing her to new levels of mind-blowing enjoyment. With her flushed, ecstatic face resting sideways against the headboard and her sweaty palms splayed open and pressed hard into the wood, Shayla could do nothing but grunt and pant like a bitch in heat as the cock in her pussy and the one in her asshole drilled into her together, burrowing straight into her deepest core like two insatiable writhing snakes bent on devouring her whole from the inside out, driving her insane with pleasure in the process.

With her clit rubbing incessantly on the dwarf's pelvic bone and her fleshy tits getting worshiped with voracious dedication by his mustached mouth, the wizardess always had a persistent undercurrent of pulsing warmth flowing through her body. That constant stream of pleasure helped Shayla cope with the occasional moments of discomfort caused by the overstuffing and overstretching feel of total fullness that possessed her cock-crammed holes while the guys fucked her cunt and ass with increasing ardor. 

Though Uli's and Jadrik's motions were erratic and asynchronous at first, the mere sensory clash of the double penetration was enough to knock the wind out of Shayla and make her drool as her mouth hung open in a perfect O, silently screaming out her inexpressible pleasure. As Uli's pussy-plowing motions became aligned with Jadrik's firm rump-riding pace, Shayla felt like the ebb and flow of sweet clit-centered wavelets and the background delight of Uli's tit-munching efforts were suddenly increasing in intensity as well. 

As the two-pronged assault on her holes amplified every pleasurable sensation in her body, Shayla was assailed by a diffused sense of perfect, absolute satisfaction. Wrapped in that dizzying haze of full-body bliss, she barely even took notice when the guys started sliding in and out of her holes in a determined, concerted rhythm. 

Soon they were fucking her in almost perfect sync: when Jadrik's cock withdrew from Shayla's anus, Uli's boner surged upward to cram her pussy full of stiff dickmeat. Then, as the dwarf's girthy pole slid out of her dewy folds, the warlock pushed his throbbing dick deep inside her ass, burying himself to the hilt in her rectum. All the while, despite her extended periods of rapturous absence, the wizardess's pleasure-overloaded body registered every single amazing sensation and repaid her submissive acceptance of the double penetration with climax after unprecedented roaring climax. 

"Oohhh fuck, guys! You're fucking her so good, look at her!" Miry's voice resounded from across the room, shaky with horniness and voyeuristic excitement. "She's so fucking hot... Lady, you're fucking incredible! I'm gonna cum just looking at you taking those two big cocks... Uuhh yeees!" the tavern girl concluded with a sighing yelp, pumping four digits deep into her butthole as she slapped her clit furiously, her eyes never leaving the threesome rutting away on the bed. 

Through the heady fog of her breath-taking ecstasy, Shayla's lust-addled mind registered Miry's words and her howling cry of release. A thin, weak smile danced on the wizardess's parted lips at the thought that even the little tavern whore had finally capitulated before her. 

Shayla's fleeting moment of lucidity soon evaporated thanks to a deliciously vicious bite on her swollen nipple from Uli and by a firm upward slam of his thickness into her hot drooling pussy, soon followed by a hard thrust into her tight asshole from Jadrik. As that maddening combination triggered her umpteenth climax, Shayla reveled in the deep-seated certainty that she was once again the top slut. It felt so good and right to be the undisputed mistress of debauchery, the one and only goddess of naughtiness around, whose lewd feats impressed everyone who laid eyes on her, both males and females, causing them all to cum in honor of her unmatched sluttiness. 

While Uli pounded his obscenely broad cock upward into her nectar-drenched cunt with increasing vigor, trying to match Jadrik's ever faster and deeper ass-reaming plunges, Shayla lost herself completely in the glorious feelings pervading her. 

An all-encompassing sense of physical exhilaration took over her body and the wizardess drowned in the clashing waves of pure pleasure washing over her at every tiniest movement of the two massive cocks claiming both her asshole and her pussy at the same time. The added stimulation on her clit and tits made the whole experience even more intense, sending jolts of delight running up and down her conquered frame, innervating her whole being with tingling warmth.

As she moaned incessantly, Shayla's mind was spinning in time with her crazy heartbeat, whose drumming thumps she could feel pulsating deep inside both of her dick-crammed holes. As she kept cumming and cumming while the guys relentlessly penetrated her surrendered body, the wizardess started getting the crazy feeling that her pussy and asshole were alive. Lust-high as she was, Shayla gloried in the notion that her thrumming holes had a will of their own, as if they were imbued with an unquenchable craving to absorb more and more pleasure for her to get drunk on. It was such an insanely intoxicating sensation that the wizardess was soon overwhelmed by it and reduced to a writhing, squealing bundle of overstimulated nerves. 

While Uli's beefy pole and Jadrik's perfect cock plowed harder and faster into her wet gushing slit and her tight slippery rectum, Shayla became positively mad with orgasmic joy. She felt free, devoid of any want and wish, except for the desire to be filled and fucked, brought over the edge and pushed into the realm of undiluted physical bliss, again and again and again. 

If she had been able to think straight at all through the full-body shocks of delight possessing her being, the wizardess wouldn't have been able to even see herself as an individual anymore. She was a receptacle for pleasure, a vessel filled with the inebriating, distilled ecstasy that flowed through her and accumulated inside her, building up and growing stronger, replenishing its power rather than diminishing it with her every new climax, as she kept cumming and cumming and cumming. 

"Thousand Hells, I can't resist much longer!" Jadrik growled, slamming his shaft in and out of the wizardess's snug dick-hugging sphincter with savage passion. "Your asshole is so tight and hot, Shay! I'm gonna fill your beautiful ass with so much cum!"

Shayla's assent came in the form of a high-pitched squeal as the warlock pounded his boner hard and deep into her rectum, initiating the final assault on her plump juicy ass. 

The wizardess howled all through that savage rump-riding rush, cumming uninterruptedly and yelling out at Jadrik's every butt-splitting thrust. Reaming her slick clingy anus at full force, the warlock managed to mount her ass for a few more incredible moments, then he rammed himself all the way inside Shayla's epic bubble-butt one last time and came in a torrential spray of thick seed.

A shattering tremor tore through the wizardess's conquered frame as she felt Jadrik's fully buried shaft swell inside her asshole, getting bigger and harder and then exploding, flooding the deepest and tightest recesses of her anal tunnel with hot gooey sperm. Her soft voluptuous body shook and her voice died in her throat as a toe-curling orgasm devoured her, making her tender slippery rectum spasm uncontrollably while her lover's perfect cock pumped a barrage of long, potent jets of semen into her buttery bowels.

"Aahh fuck, Shaaaay! I love your aaaass!" Jadrik grunted, leaning over her shivering body, nuzzling and nibbling her neck as he filled her exquisitely snug asshole with cum. 

The warlock's hips didn't seem to be able to stop humping into the wizardess's pillowy, dick-stuffed bubble-butt, as if he was trying to sink himself impossibly further up her twitching anus. All the while, he was still cumming deep in her rectum, trembling with pleasure as Shayla's anal walls tightened and released around his throbbing, spurting boner in fabulous cock-milking squeezes. 

While the wizardess's body was overtaken by an orgasm-induced fit and the warlock's pulsating shaft plastered her anal depths with scalding seed, Uli couldn't help but growl. 

The feel of Shayla's vaginal channel clamping wetly around his pole was just too much for the overexcited dwarf. The silky smooth walls of her pussy were caressing him like a warm gripping fist made of soaking wet cotton, trapping his thick erection in a delicate yet strong chokehold. Unable to resist the wizardess's syrupy suctioning pussy, Uli locked his strong calloused hands around her waist to stabilize her convulsing body and started bucking frantically upwards, slamming his robust tool into her dripping slit like there was no tomorrow. 

Still caught in her previous peak, Shayla felt her epic climax rear up and detonate again. As each pummeling thrust from Uli's cock reverberated along her vaginal nerves and spread all through her body in crackling ripples, the wizardess's incredible orgasm was prolonged on and on, flaring brighter each time it crashed over her once more, wiping her out only to revive her immediately in a new bursting peak, annihilating her and empowering her again and again in a maelstrom of unstoppable pleasure.




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 06



"Ggrrhh... Aarghh lass!" Uli boomed as he imparted a final pussy-wrecking flurry, drilling his way into the wizardess's slit as if meaning to reach the fiery core of her very being with his cock. "Yer snatch is so... Fucking... Grrrreat aaahh!"

Uli's last cunt-hammering slam and the geyser of cum that he shot into her womb like a continuous dense stream of liquid white heat undid Shayla completely. As the dwarf's single yet humongous blast of seed splattered into her vaginal passage and inundated her quivering pussy with a powerful deluge of milky ejaculate, the wizardess lost all contact with her own royally-fucked, utterly-satisfied, doubly-penetrated body. 

With Jadrik's cock snugly sheathed balls-deep in her sperm-flooded rectum and Uli's shaft firmly plugging her cum-filled pussy, a final blinding flash of perfect pleasure swept Shayla away and sent her mind spinning then floating off on a fluffy happy cloud, drifting weightlessly, higher and higher. Consciousness lost meaning and everything faded to pure white while a beatific smile bloomed on the wizardess's flushed, transfigured face as she passed out, ravaged and radiant. 

For quite some time, only pants and breathless moans echoed in the room, saturating the air with the aftermath of the companions' three-way coupling. The smell of sex and sweat was just as heady as the glowing aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through their conjoined bodies and enveloping them in a shared sensual haze. 

The languid torpor that held the warlock and the dwarf in place as they were, with their cocks still embedded deep inside the wizardess's curvaceous body, doubly impaling her unconscious form, was finally broken when Miry spoke. 

The innkeeper's daughter spelled her words out slowly and wholeheartedly as she proclaimed: "That. Was. Legendary!" 

Slipping her fingers out of her dilated butthole and letting finally go of her tormented clit, Miry jumped out of the chair and sprinted to the bed, clapping her hands and jumping in place excitedly. 

"You were awesome, all three of you! Gods, that was the sexiest, hottest, most amazing thing I've ever seen! And you, lady... Wow, you're the best! I mean it, really! I never even thought it was possible to cum like that!"

"I don't think she can hear ye right now, lassie..." Uli muttered after removing his head from the bulging softness of Shayla's buxom cleavage. 

Squirming, pinned down underneath the wizardess's voluptuous body, not to mention Jadrik's thin frame draped over her arched back, the dwarf tried to crane his short neck to the side and out of Shayla's huge fleshy tits as he guffawed: "Lad, pull out of her bum already so I can roll her off me, will ye?"

"Uh? Oh yeah, sure..." the warlock replied, his head still resting against the back of his amazing slut's neck, his mind awash in post-orgasmic bliss.

With Miry standing right by the bed and drinking in every detail, Jadrik slipped his cock out of Shayla's well-fucked asshole and gently held her unconscious frame in his arms. As the warlock pulled her soft curvy body off and to the side, Uli withdrew his slimy boner from the passed out wizardess's leaking pussy and rolled out of the bed. 

The maddening feel of emptiness in her holes registered immediately despite Shayla's state, causing a weak whimpering gasp to escape her lips. Her eyes stayed close though, and her rapturous absence continued while Jadrik delicately lay her down on her side, letting her recuperate. 

The warlock looked lovingly at his incredible slut as he caressed her flustered face and brushed away the long, black strands of sex-tousled hair that had escaped her ponytail and were matted to her forehead. 

Shayla was spellbinding as she just lay there, peaceful and sated, purring ever so lightly in her sleep, her huge jutting boobs wobbling on her chest as she breathed slowly in and out. Rivulets of pearly cum leaked from her reddened gaping asshole and her swollen, splayed open pussy lips. A sheen of perspiration made her voluptuous nakedness shimmer. Her face glowed with utter joy, making her look more beautiful than ever to the awestruck warlock. 

Shayla barely stirred as Jadrik leaned in and kissed her, long and sweetly, pressing his lips to hers with delicate passion, needing to convey his true love and absolute devotion to her while trying not to wake her. There was a smile on the sleeping wizardess's face when the warlock pulled back and got out of the bed, letting her enjoy her well-earned rest. 

As Jadrik stumbled across the room on wobbly legs, headed for the small chest where he kept his alchemical supplies to grab a much needed rejuvenating flask, Uli cleared his voice and spoke.

"So, lad, about them potions I was mentioning earlier, to drug the elf lassie..."

Snickering and shaking his head yet hardly surprised that the dwarf was still tenaciously determined to go after the elf girl fighting zombies in the village graveyard, Jadrik unlocked the metal chest and started browsing through the bottles and vials aligned inside it.

"Alright, I think I can give you something," the warlock said, looking over his shoulder to see Uli already fully dressed with his monstrous battle axe strapped to his back, ready to head out. Jadrik had to admire the dwarf's stamina, especially because he himself felt so spent that he was sure he'd pass out very soon if he didn't drink a revitalizing potion immediately. 

"So, which one will it be: knockout serum or aphrodisiac elixir?" the warlock asked as he fished out a flask of his favorite pick-me-up for himself first.

"Let's go for both, lad. I want to be ready for all possible scenarios," Uli shrugged, stomping closer.

As the dwarf stood beside him, waiting with his beefy arms crossed over his barrel-like chest, the warlock chugged a few huge gulps of the bright red restorative tonic he personally concocted to replenish the energies that his frequent and intense sexual activities drained from his not particularly strong body. Smacking his lips as the potion started to course through his exhausted system, Jadrik fumbled inside the metal chest, looking for the right elixirs, until he finally handed two vials to a chuckling, already excited Uli. 

"Here you go. The purple one will knock her out and the orange one will make her hornier than a drunk halfling housewife during midsummer festival. Use these potions wisely, Uli: with powerful drugs come horrible side effects."

"Oh, aye!" the dwarf guffawed, covetously grabbing the vials and making them disappear inside one of the pockets of his buckskin vest. "I'll be real wise with these, lad!" 

"No, I mean it," Jadrik persisted, taking another gulp from his revitalizing flask. "I've never tested either of those potions on an elf before. If you choose to knock her out, don't use more than half of the purple one or you'll end up with an elven corpse. If you go for the orange one, give her even less: my guess is that a quarter of the vial or maybe just a fifth should make her cock-crazy for at least twelve hours, probably even more."

"Ooohh, Alefather's bushy beer-soggy beard!" Uli chuckled, rubbing his rough hands together in anticipation and breathing hard at the mere thought. "Twelve hours of brutal elf-pounding... That sounds heavenly!"

"Uli, seriously," Jadrik went on, trying to meet the dwarf's dreamy, lecherous gaze, "listen to me now, this is the most important part: under no circumstances should the two potions be administered together. Don't even think of dosing this elf blondie with both the knockout and the aphrodisiac juice, alright? Death will be the least that could happen to her. Is that clear?"

"Aye, lad, sure thing. No mixing, I got it," the dwarf said, waving his beefy hand dismissively before giving the warlock a friendly punch on the arm that made Jadrik stumble to the side and winch in genuine pain. 

"Thanks a lot for these, by the way. I'll repay ye with a detailed account afterward, eh?" the dwarf rumbled, letting out a booming laugh.

"Yeah, that's nice," Jadrik murmured, hardly sure that Uli appreciated the seriousness of his warnings about the potions. "Just don't give her too much of either, and absolutely don't give her both potions at the same time. It's very..."

"Well, time to go then!" Uli excitedly interrupted Jadrik, already charging to the door as fast as his short legs allowed. "Off to stretch out some pointy-eared pussy! Hooraaaaay!"

As the door slammed shut and the dwarf's stomping steps faded away as he rushed downstairs and out of the inn, Jadrik let out a long-drawn-out sigh. 

"I should really focus on my alchemy one of these days. There's got to be a way to remove the side effects and potentially deadly drawbacks from these things somehow..."

Shrugging his shoulder, taking another gulp from his rejuvenating flask, Jadrik didn't bother to get dressed before collapsing on the chair, hardly caring about the puddle of Miry's pussy juices glinting on the seat. 

For a moment he was annoyed by the uncomfortable feel of that simple piece of furniture under his naked body: it was so angular and hostile compared to the plush comfy armchair back in his study. As soon as he turned to the bed though, the vision of Miry kneeling behind Shayla's plump bubble-butt and the faint sound of her gentle yet persistent licking drew his undivided attention.

The beauty of the wizardess's voluptuous sleeping body was a sight for sore eyes in itself, but the presence of the slim tavern girl's face wedged in the crack of Shayla's sumptuous round ass added a debauched hue to the whole picture that made Jadrik's wilting cock pulse with a fleeting jolt of life. 

For a while, the warlock just sat there and drank his revitalizing tonic, his eyes glued to Miry's hungry tongue flicking avidly back and forth between Shayla's tender, cum-smeared sphincter and her puffy, seed-glossy labia. As rivulets of sperm kept oozing from the wizardess's gaping but slowly closing asshole and her well-plowed slit, the tavern girl dipped her face alternatingly in both orifices, attempting to catch all the overflowing ejaculate that leaked out of Shayla's unplugged holes. 

The continuous streams of seed escaping the wizardess's body had petered out to thin dribbles from her swollen pussy and her winking rosebud when, finally, Miry raised her face from Shayla's slippery butt-crevice and met Jadrik's intense brown eyes.

"I wanna be like her," the tavern girl blurted out. Her eyes were big and shiny, her lips and chin and cheeks thoroughly glazed with cum, her face wet and smeared with gooey dollops all over. "I wanna be as big a slut as she is. This is what I want to be, someday."

Jadrik chuckled at that, nodding. "Sure, why not... I'd say you have the talent and the enthusiasm already. You're clearly headed in the right direction, Miry, seeing as you have no problem sucking the seed of two strangers out of a third stranger's pussy and asshole like a good little cumslut."

"Thank you!" Miry beamed, genuinely glad to hear the warlock say all that. "I wouldn't call you strangers, though," she quipped with an impish grin, "I mean, you're clients after all!" 

"Right," Jadrik conceded with a snicker, "silly me, I guess."

With a devilish smile on her cum-glossy lips, Miry dipped her head down into the puddle of overflown seed and pussy nectar that had formed on the sheets under Shayla's crotch. Confirming the warlock's assessment about her chances to become a major slut, driven by the lascivious need to sate her unquenchable thirst for sperm, Miry messily sucked up a big squishy mouthful of those mixed juices before turning once again to the wizardess's semen-dripping holes.

The tavern girl's head was once again buried between Shayla's luscious round asscheeks and her tongue was swiping lewdly all over the wizardess's puffy sphincter and poking into her overused snatch, incessantly lapping away on one then the other well-fucked opening, while Jadrik musingly spoke. 

"Still, I have to say," the warlock pondered, his lips upturned in a smile as he rested his eyes on Shayla's peaceful, spellbinding visage, "as big a slut as you might become one day, Miry, you'll never 'be like her', as you put it. Shay is unique, you see. Feisty yet pliant, with a fiery temper but a subtly submissive inclination, so passionate and beautiful and intense... Simply put," the warlock concluded with an affectionate sigh of longing, "there is no slut like my sweet, amazing slut."

*****

To be continued...



The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 07



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex and group sex, so be warned in case you're not into that sort of stuff. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

This chapter picks up exactly where the previous one ended, so it's best to read that first.

*****

After an intense evening of wild sex culminated in the double penetration of his amazing slut, Jadrik was glad to climb into bed with Shayla and slowly drift off while spooning her soft curvy body. A good night sleep was just what they both needed. 

The warlock enjoyed being alone with Shayla for a change, just the two of them, cuddling and resting. Miry, the innocently whorish tavern girl, had left once she was done licking every last drop of cum leaking from the wizardess's well-fucked holes. Uli was still out and about, theoretically killing zombies in the local graveyard, but most likely trying to get in some elven huntress's pants. Aldarius, Shayla's bigoted fiance, was also supposed to be repelling the undead rampaging in the village, but Jadrik was quite sure that the paladin was just staying on the sidelines, preaching and looking saintly and self-righteous while actual fighters did the fighting. 

As he transitioned from consciousness into blissful sleep, Jadrik couldn't help but grin at the thought that the pious, deeply deluded knight had specifically demanded separate rooms for himself and Shayla earlier that day, stating that, despite their being engaged, it would not be 'proper' for them to 'share a bed' while they were on a sacred quest. Aldarius had even quoted the Code of his dear Order of the Golden Shield to stress the importance of avoiding the temptations of the flesh at all costs while on a holy mission, so that base physical urges wouldn't impede the pursuit of the greater glory of the Gods. 

Needless to say, the paladin's sanctimonious speech had almost made Jadrik piss himself with laughter. Even the mere memory of the absurd irony springing unfailingly from every single thing that Aldarius did or said brought a sense of wicked joy to the warlock as he clung tighter to Shayla's gorgeous naked frame and dozed off. 

Unfortunately for Jadrik, sleep wasn't going to be an option for him that night. 

The quiet stillness enveloping the inn was abruptly broken by a deep booming voice resounding from the main hall, immediately followed by the stomping of heavily booted feet climbing up the wooden stairs and then charging down the corridor, drawing rapidly nearer to Jadrik's room. Those approaching noises and their easily predictable meaning stirred the warlock from his well-earned rest, causing him to groan into Shayla's fragrant black hair. 

When the door of his room burst open, making the thumping and hollering so much closer, louder and more annoying, Jadrik woke up completely with a long-drawn-out sigh. The warlock wasn't surprised in the least as he resignedly watched Uli rushing into the room, carrying in his beefy arms the seemingly lifeless body of a blonde elf girl. 

The dwarf's agitated explanations only confirmed what Jadrik had already guessed. Too excited to be careful, crazed by the prospect of drugging the young elf huntress and then fucking her until his cock was raw and her pussy was wrecked, Uli had liberally poured the tranquilizing filter along with the aphrodisiac elixir in the pretty elf's cup, not only mixing the two potions but also administering way too much of both. As a result, the huntress had instantly fallen comatose. 

Shouting and rumbling frenziedly, Uli reported that the elf had been wracked by violent spastic fits at first, only to quickly become catatonic. By the time the dwarf reached the inn, things had already gotten much, much worse. A quick appraising glance at the unconscious huntress was enough for Jadrik to confirm that she was indeed on the verge of death. 

Crying and banging his head against the wall, Uli wailed out his desperation, lamenting that he had not even gotten a blowjob from the blonde elf. At that point it didn't look like he was ever going to get one, let alone have a go at her tight elven slit, which made the burly warrior mad with anger and regret. 

Pulling at the twin braids of his majestic red beard, the dwarf urged the warlock to use his alchemical knowledge to save the elf girl or, at the very least, to make her look a little less corpse-like so that he could fuck her before she passed away for real. 

"Come on, lad, do something!" Uli yelled, still totally pussy-frenzied despite the self-blame and frustration eating away at him. Staring maniacally into Jadrik's sleepy eyes, the dwarf exhorted the human: "Ye gotta save her, ye just have to! Alefather's sake, look at her! Such a fine piece of pointy-eared arse can't die, that'd be way too tragic! A damn blasted waste, that's what it'd be! She must not die, lad! Not before I get to fuck her sweet little snatch!" 

"Of course," the warlock snapped back at the stocky, lust-addled warrior, "that's why I have to save her, right? So that you can fuck her, not because you've pretty much killed her! And all because you wouldn't listen to me! Thousand Hells, I warned you about those potions, but you were too fucking fixated to even care! I'm telling you, Uli, you've got to do something about this obsession with elf chicks, it's getting seriously out of hand... I mean, look at the mess you just made!"

Unsurprisingly, seeing nothing particularly wrong with his rash behavior or his single-minded passion for elven pussy, Uli just shrugged his powerfully muscled shoulders and spread out his massive arms in frustrated surrender. 

"I know, lad, I know... That thing with the mixed potions was a wee bit of a mistake on my part, I'll give ye that much," the dwarf rumbled, trying to sound as apologetic as he could while actually regretting nothing and wishing only to bury his fat cock inside the slim, alluring elf's pussy as soon as possible. Looking up at a scowling and evidently unconvinced Jadrik, the warrior added solemnly: "Still, I did ask the lassie her name before I gave her the spiked drink."

"What?!" the warlock said, blinking his eyes in stupor as he realized that the dwarf actually thought that asking the huntress her name before drugging her was a good enough justification for almost killing her. 

"Her name, lad. She's called," Uli said, chuckling as he slowly and mockingly spelled out in his best imitation of an elven accent: "Laentharyel."

"Laentharyel..." Jadrik repeated, staring at the nodding, snickering dwarf in shocked disbelief. 

"Aye, I know!" Uli chortled, assuming that the warlock was as amused as he was by the ridiculousness of elvish names and not seeing that Jadrik was genuinely fuming instead. "Ye can always count on their daft pointy-eared lingo to give ye a good laugh, eh?"

Knowing that there was no point in trying to reason with Uli while he was in such a state of obstinate, reason-impairing pussylust, Jadrik just sighed and rolled his eyes. 

Resigned to the inevitable, the warlock dragged Shayla out of bed and had Uli lay the comatose huntress on the crumpled sheets so that he could try to cure her. Upon disrobing an ever more dead-looking Laentharyel and after examining her lithe toned frame, it was soon evident to Jadrik that only one single part of the elf's flawless albeit increasingly cold body was still very much alive: her smooth little pussy.

Laentharyel's hot swollen folds were pulsating incessantly, drooling stream upon flowing stream of her syrupy nectar, drenching her shapely thighs in a continuous trickle of honey-scented girl-cum. It truly looked like the huntress was orgasming non-stop. 

Assuming that such a reaction was due to the excessive dose of aphrodisiac elixir coursing through her system, Jadrik had a sudden intuition. Misguided though it seemed to him at first, a bizarre yet intriguing idea soon asserted itself in his keen mind as the only viable solution to save the elf from certain death. 

Going out on a limb and gambling on the unfathomable biology of her race, Jadrik postulated that, if Laentharyel's pussy was still responding to the aphrodisiac, then maybe the rest of her barely breathing body might react to a tweaked and empowered version of the same alchemical substances. In theory, a potent and calibrated sexual stimulant might override the effects of the deadly knockout serum overdose that was making the elf's body shut down so drastically. Unless he was very much mistaken in his assumptions, the warlock imagined that he could indeed create a potion that might jolt the huntress's heart into beating regularly again, before it stopped forever. 

Unorthodox as Jadrik's reasoning was, neither Shayla nor Uli could argue with its far-fetched yet plausible logic. Unable to come up with any better ideas, they agreed to let the warlock have a try. And so, hiding his own many misgivings about the whole thing and using his very sketchy alchemical knowledge to mix up some reagents and concoct an antidote of sorts, Jadrik started treating the dying elf with his highly experimental cure. 

Minutes after the warlock began dosing the huntress with his hazardous aphrodisiac-based remedy, Aldarius returned to the inn. 

Shocked and indignant at the sight of the comatose naked elf lying on Jadrik's bed while the warlock attempted to revive her by making her drink vial after vial of odd-looking liquids, the paladin protested in the name of everything sacred and holy. His speech of condemnation was inspired and vehement, it would have worked perfectly as a sermon back at the Temple of the Order of the Golden Shield, but the knight currently had a much tougher audience to convince. 

Busy with flasks and reagents as they fussed around the catatonic elf, Jadrik and Shayla barely listened to Aldarius as he pronounced anathema after anathema upon the warlock, calling him a charlatan and a monster for choosing drugs and alchemy over prayers to save the huntress's life. For his part, busy as he was cursing himself and stomping around the room while punishingly beating his own barrel-like chest with his ham-sized fists, Uli hadn't even noticed Aldarius's arrival at all. 

Ignored and confused by his companions' persistently baffling behavior, scandalized by Jadrik's methods yet not experienced enough in the healing arts to be of any actual help, the paladin soon stormed out of the inn. Brimming with righteous fury but not really sure what to do about it, Aldarius eventually chose to seek guidance from the Gods of Light and went to pray at the local church, where he spent the night in solemn vigil, much to everybody's relief. 

As Jadrik administered the antidote to the seemingly lifeless huntress, monitoring her reactions with apparent calm while actually having very little idea of what might happen to her, Uli kept plummeting deeper and deeper in his grim despair. 

Shaken and angry, the dwarf just kept crying bitterly and pulling at his double-braided beard, berating himself loudly and profusely for blowing the perfect chance to fuck the blondest, slimmest, perkiest pointy-eared maiden he had ever seen. The stocky warrior was so upset and fixated on somehow getting his hands on the dying elven beauty anyway that he repeatedly demanded to be allowed to at least lap up the overflowing dribbles of sweet girl-cum leaking uninterruptedly out of Laentharyel's throbbing, hairless slit. 

In order to distract the pussy-maddened dwarf and let the warlock try to cure the elf in peace, Shayla had to suck Uli off to two subsequent torrential climaxes just to take the edge off his temporary sexual insanity, so that he could calm down enough to be reasoned with. After managing to pacify the dwarf a bit with her exquisite blowjobs, seeing that Uli still wasn't his usual self just yet, the wizardess decided that more drastic measures were required. Licking the last globs of the warrior's dense cum off her luscious lips, Shayla went to call Miry. 

As the wizardess expected, the innkeeper's daughter willingly accepted the task of cheering Uli up and keeping him busy for the rest of the night. Smiling impishly, the tavern girl giggled with excitement as she took the disconsolate but still massively erect dwarf by his big coarse hands and led him to her own bedroom. 

As the morose warrior lay back on Miry's bed, grumbling out his dour self-hatred and his grudging regret, the perky girl deftly settled herself on his lap and rested an open palm on his broad torso. Wiggling her tiny heart-shaped ass while she straddled Uli's powerfully muscled thighs, Miry purred with anticipation as she reached back with her free hand. 

The dwarf's beefy erection was still slippery with Shayla's spittle as the tavern girl grabbed it and squeezed it possessively in her small fist. Cooing at the feel of his hefty shaft throbbing against her slender fingers, Miry aligned Uli's impressively large boner with the entrance of her greedy little butthole. The innkeeper's daughter felt dizzy with arousal as her twitching rosebud pulsated excitedly at the mere contact with the warrior's bloated, bulbous tip. 

Relaxing her experienced sphincter and biting her lips as she guided his saliva-slick glans inside her wanton pucker, Miry slowly but inexorably impaled her dick-starved anus on Uli's robust shaft, gobbling inch after massively thick inch into her asshole until nothing but his swollen balls were left outside her clingy, overdilated orifice. Then, after giving herself a few minutes to adjust and savor the breathtaking, butt-cramming presence of that fat pole buried to the hilt inside her warm rectum, the tavern girl started riding the dwarf's stiff boner with her ass. 

For hours, as Jadrik and Shayla tended to the comatose elf, Miry bounced her taut little rump on the dwarf's extra girthy tool, massaging him and milking him within her snug anal tunnel, loving every minute of that ass-stretching sodomy. Taking him deep in her insatiable rectum over and over again like the consummated buttslut that she was, the horny girl relentlessly swallowed Uli's meaty rod into her eager anus with undisguised gusto, moaning and diddling her clit to climax after roaring climax as she slid her dick-squeezing sphincter up and down that rock-hard, ass-plugging pole. 

The tavern girl's smooth warm bowels were thoroughly flooded with gooey dwarven ejaculate and the warrior's groin was drenched in her gushing nectar by the time they both finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sated. 

Even though the innkeeper's daughter had managed to dull his tenacious desperation somehow, Uli still mumbled and grumbled in his uneasy sleep. Miry, on the other hand, snored softly by the warrior's side, tightly cuddled up against his stocky frame. Her head rested peacefully on his powerful chest and a thin smile was painted on her sleeping face as a profusion of sticky, pearly rivulets of dense dwarven cum bubbled out of her obscenely gaping asshole. 

Uli might have been the first dwarf she had ever buttfucked, but there was no doubt in Miry's happily dreaming mind that he would not be the last.

*****

Much to everybody's shock, the warlock's most of all, the beautiful elf not only survived the night but also regained consciousness moments after daybreak without any apparent permanent damage. 

Upon awakening, Laentharyel stated that she didn't remember much about the previous night, except for fighting zombies in the village graveyard and being injured at some point. She vaguely recalled being brought to the local priest to be healed and then later being offered some sort of beverage, maybe, but her memories were hazy and made totally unreliable by the obliterating sense of blankness born of her recent coma. 

When Jadrik asked her how she felt beside the wooziness, the huntress blinked her big, slanted green eyes and shrugged her shoulders, replying that she was feeling fine but sort of weird. She was flushed, unfocused and, to her own surprise, quite tingly between her legs. 

Shayla and Jadrik looked at each other at that, sharing a quick but meaningful glance. Choosing to avoid the subject entirely, the wizardess busied herself gathering the elf's tight leather trousers and dark-green blouse while the warlock coughed and looked away, avoiding the huntress's glinting gaze as he fumbled through some sort of explanation about the cure she had been dosed with. 

After telling Laentharyel that random peaks of arousal and bouts of uncontrollable sexual desire were possible side-effects of the alchemical remedies he had administered to save her from certain death, Jadrik trailed off, remaining vague as to the actual reasons behind her collapse. 

"So..." the elf slowly ventured, her soft silvery voice sounding clear and melodious even after her recent near-death experience, "I had a concussion, yes? I was almost killed during the fight with the zombies but you cured me, didn't you? It all seems so confused... I really don't remember much about last night." 

Realizing that Laentharyel had no precise recollection at all of the overdose that Uli had inflicted on her, the warlock chose to keep his mouth shut and let the huntress believe whatever she wanted to believe. The way he saw it, the truth was overrated most of the time anyway.

"Yeah, well, it's probably better if you don't remember... I mean, you know, the memory of traumatic events may scar you deep inside, and you don't want any of that, I'm sure!" Jadrik muttered, trying to smile convincingly as he ran a hand through his mop of unruly brown hair. 

Taking in Laentharyel's perky tits and long naked legs as she jumped out of bed and deftly put on the clothes that Shayla was handing her, the warlock concluded with a shrug: "All that matters now is that you're alright. Well, more or less alright..."

In answer to the elf's questions about the tingling sensation in her genital area and her heightened feelings of excitement, Jadrik assured Laentharyel that her current state of fluxing arousal would stabilize soon enough. In truth, the warlock had no idea when the huntress's libido might return to normal, or, for that matter, if it ever would at all. 

His best guess was that the enhanced and altered aphrodisiac elixir that had saved Laentharyel's life and that was still coursing through her veins would eventually be processed by her body, but then again, elven physiology was not the warlock's field of expertise. Jadrik was quite sure that there would be some short-term effects, most likely a few moments of extreme horniness here and there, but for the time being, apart from waiting and seeing, there wasn't much left to do. 

Later that morning, after they shared a hearty breakfast, Laentharyel announced that she was willing to join the companions, if they'd let her. Instantly, Uli yelled out in enthusiastic assent, accepting the elf into their party before anyone could say anything else. Smiling somewhat awkwardly at the dwarf, the huntress nodded in thanks, pledging her bow and her skills as a tracker and sniper to the companions' cause. 

Bound by honor and gratitude, Laentharyel felt that helping the companions in their quest was the least she could do to repay them for saving her life. Besides, her former adventuring buddies had all died during the zombie attack, except for one who had thrown away his shield and sword in the middle of the battle and started running away, screaming out how sorely he regretted having quit his depressing and uneventful job as a dishwasher in the Capitol to become an adventurer. 

The addition of the blonde huntress to their party brought Uli unbound joy. Already past the previous night's self-hatred and guilt about almost killing her, the dwarf was all over Laentharyel from the moment they left the inn headed for the Chapel of Red Spires. Of course, his tenacious obsession with the graceful elf hadn't stopped Uli from groping and fondling Miry's skirt-clad ass until they checked out and bid the tavern girl farewell, but even then the dwarf's flinty gray eyes were trained incessantly on the huntress all the while.




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 07



After leaving the village behind, the group progressed through the hilly countryside and into the woods, riding past the last remote farms and entering the first patches of truly untamed wilderness since they had started their journey. Through it all, the burly warrior did not leave the elf alone for a second. 

Always riding beside her, caressing her smooth arms and touching her perky little butt at any possible chance, Uli talked to Laentharyel non-stop, submerging her in a grumbling, guffawing, booming torrent of heavily accented chatter. He told her how much faster she would become experienced now that she was adventuring with real pros like them, how much safer she would be with him and his axe watching over her, how many interesting things they could do together to pass the time, and so on and so forth. 

The dwarf's crude and transparent seduction techniques made Jadrik and Shayla snicker and roll their eyes, but what did seem truly curious were the huntress's reactions to Uli's blunt flirtations. 

From the moment they left the inn, Laentharyel was completely overwhelmed by Uli's suffocating attentions and blatantly lecherous intents, but, to her own surprise, she didn't rebuff him once. Her only mild protest, uttered in her bright singsong voice between the dwarf's rumbling rants and unrefined advances and groping caresses, was the request that he stop calling her 'lassie' and that he use her full name instead, or just Laeny, if he preferred. 

Of course Uli didn't stop calling her 'lassie' at all, but again, the huntress didn't seem too bothered by it. In truth, far from dwelling on the innate disdain that her people held for the randy warrior's unrefined, stumpy, mine-digging race, Laentharyel found herself enjoying the thrill of being felt up and looked at and lusted after by Uli. Observing all that, Jadrik had no doubt that the aftereffects of his cure were the main reason why the svelte and effortlessly elegant elf hadn't pincushioned the horny dwarf's stocky body with arrows already.

Laeny's alchemically induced state of arousal didn't manifest itself only passively though. While Uli's calloused hands 'accidentally' ended up fondling her heart-shaped ass and cupping her firm pointy tits every other minute, the elf girl couldn't seem to stop looking insistently at Shayla. 

Used to spending long periods of time patrolling the endless forests of her elven homeland in the company of one or two of her fellow huntresses from the Shadow Sentinels' Sisterhood, Laentharyel had always thought it normal and natural to have sex with other women, even though she did consider men to be quite a pleasant diversion from her lesbian preferences. The gorgeous human wizardess, so curvy and lush, with her big bouncy tits and her plump juicy ass, was just as enticingly exotic and attractive to the elf as her own delicate, toned physique was irresistible to Uli. 

Hazy with alchemical lust as Laeny was and further excited by the dwarf's relentless attentions, it didn't take long for Shayla and Jadrik to notice the huntress's undisguised stares of longing toward the wizardess. Whenever he noticed the elf's luminous green eyes lingering on Shayla's huge jutting boobs and meaty bubble-butt, Jadrik never failed to grin and wink at his adored slut, who chuckled back at him, shrugging her shoulders and puffing out her buxom chest to teasingly give Laentharyel a nice view of her jiggly cleavage as they rode ahead into the woods. 

Their first day of travel with their new party member wasn't even over before the warlock got a better understanding of just how deeply the elf had been affected by his unorthodox alchemical therapy. They had stopped at a crossroads and Shayla was quarreling heatedly with Aldarius, when, throwing back his hood with a grumpy groan after another failed attempt at taking a nap while riding his horse, Jadrik suddenly realized that Uli and Laentharyel were nowhere to be found. 

As the warlock looked around, baffled by the disappearance of the elf and the dwarf, Shayla kept yelling at Aldarius. Waving a well detailed map of the woods in his helmeted face, the wizardess was futilely trying to convince her inexperienced yet stubborn fiance that the road less traveled by and the one everybody took would eventually lead to the very same place, except that the well traveled path would be the more practical choice, safer for them and easier for the horses. 

Inflexible and plain dumb as ever, the paladin countered that the road not taken, shunned by common travelers, must perforce be the one that true heroes should choose. Needless to say, since he considered himself the quintessential paragon of heroism, Aldarius was adamant about taking the road less traveled by, regardless of the perfectly unnecessary inconveniences and potential dangers that such a decision would cause.

As the fight between Shayla and Aldarius went on, Jadrik left the two of them at the crossroads and doubled back, looking for Uli and Laentharyel. 

The warlock didn't have to go too far before he saw Uli's mule and Laeny's horse peacefully grazing under a tree by the side of the road. Dismounting and tying his own horse with his companions' steeds, Jadrik moved deeper into the woods. Just a few yards further, the warlock saw some movement among the bushes ahead, complemented by an unmistakable mix of deep grunts and high-pitched squeals underlined by the fleshy sound of skin clapping rhythmically against naked skin. 

Stepping closer, Jadrik parted the verdant curtain of shrubs and branches that blocked his view, revealing a small clearing among the trees. The warlock couldn't help but grin as he took in the sight before him: down on all fours on the fragrant grass, with her sweet round ass tilted up and her head thrown back in pleasure, Laentharyel was getting fucked hard from behind by a grunting, overexcited Uli. 

The huntress's tight-fitting leather pants were bunched around her toned calves and her dark-green blouse was open and pushed up to her slim shoulders, allowing the dwarf's calloused fingers to pinch and tweak her turgid rosy nipples as he mounted her like his life depended on it, stretching out her hairless little slit with his rock-hard and exceptionally wide dick. Judging by the streaks of glinting nectar that trickled down Laeny's creamy thighs and by the way she tossed her flowing blonde mane around in time with Uli's vigorous thrusts, there was no doubt that the elf was loving every minute of their wild coupling. 

"Aaahh yeees! Harder... Deeper... Uuuhh!" Laentharyel mewled as she writhed and wiggled her tiny butt, egging Uli on between choking gasps of delight. "Yeaaahh, give me that big dwarven cock! Oohh, fuck meeee!" 

"Well," Jadrik said with a snicker as he made his way through the vegetation and approached his copulating friends, "this seems like a very nice way to commune with nature..." The warlock's cock was hardening by the second as he took in the breathtaking sight of the huntress's half-naked, shockingly perfect figure getting royally boned by the beefy dwarf. "Is this something you elven maidens do a lot, back in the sacred woods of Aelvalaeim?"

As soon as Jadrik got in the rutting couple's line of sight, even before Uli could invite him to join in, Laentharyel locked gazes with the warlock. Her big slanted eyes were flashing with unleashed, devouring lust and her melodious voice was thick with sensuous craving as she blurted out: "Come here and give me your cock too! Ooohh, I need more cock... Pleeease, I'm soooo horny!"

Chuckling as he opened his robes and undid his pants, Jadrik presented his raging boner to the elf's delicate, cherry-hued lips. Within a split second, Laentharyel had taken the warlock's fat glans and the first inches of his rigid shaft inside the warm wetness of her mouth, starting to blow him with abandon. 

Sucking avidly on him, the huntress moaned around Jadrik's dickmeat as she bobbed her head recklessly on his pole, as if hungry for his cum. Still, despite her zealous efforts to cram his veiny cock as deep as possible into her constricting throat, the slim elf didn't quite manage to inhale the warlock's whole length into her gullet. 

Grinning, Jadrik decided to help Laeny in her deep-throating attempts by grabbing two fistfuls of her golden tresses and pulling her head toward his groin while he pushed himself forcefully into her mouth with a deep, throat-plugging thrust. The huntress let out a cock-muffled gasp of surprise as she felt the warlock's thick boner ramming all the way into her oral cavity, but she didn't resist.

With his swollen balls pressed against her chin and his cockhead poking at her tonsils, the desire-high elf glanced up at Jadrik, a feverish spark dancing in her lustrous eyes. Whimpering wetly to signify her assent, gagging obscenely yet allowing him to stay buried to the hilt deep inside her throat, Laeny hummed encouragingly around the warlock's pulsating tool as he started humping her face as if it was a pussy, cramming himself into her spittle-drooling mouth over and over again. 

Though spluttering and choking as big gag-induced tears welled up in her spellbinding green eyes, the lust-drunk huntress gurgled in lecherous appreciation of Jadrik's intense skull-fucking. Still looking up at the warlock all the while, Laeny even attempted a lascivious cock-distorted smile as she gagged and slobbered eagerly around his spit-lubed, throat-banging shaft. 

Slamming into her mouth harder and deeper at each pass, Jadrik groaned as he watched the elf's delicate features getting lewdly transformed by her maniacal fit of horniness. Laeny's alabaster skin was flushed and her sculpted chin was wet with her own trickling spittle. Her perfect lips were glossy with saliva and pre-cum, all puffy and sexily dick-stretched as she sucked and slurped on his rabid, mouth-plowing erection. 

Used to Shayla's insanely skilled blowjobs, the warlock wasn't particularly impressed by the huntress's quite amateurish cocksucking techniques, but that didn't diminish his pleasure one bit. Laeny's drug-induced enthusiasm and the rare pleasure of fucking a stunningly beautiful elf's face definitely compensated for her limited fellating expertise. 

As he rammed his hardness in and out of the huntress's hot dick-squeezing gullet, forcing his glans all the way down her throat until his scrotum slapped against her saliva-coated chin at each slick in-stroke, Jadrik raised an eyebrow in Uli's direction, questioningly. Without missing a beat as he pounded Laeny's juicy little pussy with his massively wide pole, the dwarf just chuckled and shrugged, making the long twin braids of his beard sway side by side, tickling the elf's taut smooth buttcheeks.

"Ye're not gonna believe me, lad, but I swear: it was mostly her fault, not mine!" Uli said cheerily, humping Laeny's silky clingy slit with savage gusto. "All of a sudden, she started rubbing herself against me and talking dirty, shaking like a drunken halfling wench in heat or something. Next thing I know, she had her hands under my kilt and she was pulling me into the woods by my dong and, well, here we are!"

"Yeah, I guess it was to be expected," Jadrik replied between lusty groans, holding his hips still as he used his hands to slam the elf's surrendered head into his cock, forcing her to take him balls-deep inside her throat over and over again and causing long strings of spit and pre-cum to splash out of her docile, dick-clogged mouth. "After all, I cured her with a modified aphrodisiac, aahh yesss... Such a tight throat, so nice... And I did use a lot of it, too, so... Ooohh yeah!" 

As he kept fucking Laeny's mouth like a man possessed, causing squishy gagging sounds to erupt from her soft wet lips as he sank his boner to the hilt into her oral cavity at each pass, the warlock lost his train of thought for a moment. Then, as he admired the thick ropes of the elf's saliva drooling down her chin and drenching his groin as he penetrated her slippery gullet with unrelenting plunges, Jadrik went on musingly. 

"The real question is: will her arousal peaks and valleys stabilize in time, or will oohh... Oooh fuck, yeaahhh! Or will she be permanently hyper-horny like this?" 

"I hope this lasts, lad, I really do!" Uli interjected, grunting in pleasure as he hammered away at Laentharyel's weeping slit. He was pounding her pussy so hard that the elf's slender body was jarred forward into Jadrik's throat-plundering shaft at each of the dwarf's vigorous thrusts. "This pointy-eared lassie has the tightest little cunt ever, I swear!" 

As he reamed her snug enveloping honey pot with all he had, the dwarf kept covetously squeezing the huntress's perfect pointy tits. Uli's tweaking and pinching and fondling manipulations on her sensitive nipples were making Laeny mad with delight, causing her to writhe as she crested over one more time, adding yet another pleasurable detonation to the persistent chain of bursting little climaxes wracking her svelte, overexcited body. 

"Mmhph!" Laeny whimpered around Jadrik's cock, unable to let out her cries of release while her itchy pussy quivered and gushed again all over Uli's robust, cunt-stuffing pole. "Mmhh... Mmghpphh!" 

"Aahh, Alefather's beard... That's it lassie, cum on my stiff meat!" the dwarf howled over the sound of his own muscled thighs slapping against Laeny's firm delicious buttcheeks. The feel of her dewy, cock-engulfing folds contracting around his pistoning tool made Uli growl in pleasure, pushing him closer to his incoming orgasm and egging him on to fuck the slim huntress even harder and faster and deeper. 

"This lovely elven snatch is even tighter than that young tavern slut's bumhole! Ohhh aye, lassie, squeeze me with that juicy little pussy of yers! Aaargghh!"

As an overexcited Laeny kept cumming and squirming and letting out dick-muffled orgasmic pants over and over again, Jadrik and Uli went on plowing her face and pussy respectively, spit-roasting the beautiful elf with abandon while she hummed in naughty joy. The eroticism of the situation and the pleasant surprise of the graceful huntress's unveiled sluttiness were fueling both the warlock's and the dwarf's lust to the extreme, making it impossible for them to hold back their releases for too long.

The string of back-to-back mini-orgasms that Laeny was enjoying reached a massive peak when the warlock imparted a final sequence of swooshing, sloppy gullet-reaming thrusts and buried his raging boner as deep inside her throat as it could possibly go, exploding in a torrential ejaculation that inundated her oral cavity with long, thick jets of seed. 

The feel of the human's barrage of potent cum splashing straight into her esophagus and coating her tonsil in creamy semen triggered the elf's toe-curling orgasm in turn. As she savored the taste of a human male's cum for the first time, Laentharyel's eyes rolled back in her thoroughly-fucked skull and her lithe body shuddered all over, overrun by pleasurable tremors while her rippling little pussy clenched and unclenched erratically, spasming with ecstasy. 

At that point, rabid with arousal as he was, Uli couldn't have resisted those silky soft dick-milking spasms if he wanted to. Already berserk with pussylust, the dwarf battered away at the elf's tight snatch like there was no tomorrow. Roaring as he inflicted a flurry of furious cunt-wrecking thrusts upon Laeny's juicy quivering folds, the dwarf suddenly let out a bestial growl and jammed his large throbbing pole balls-deep inside the huntress's velvety hole, cumming spectacularly. 

As a geyser-like burst of dense dwarven cum filled her sopping vaginal passage with a hot gooey deluge of sperm, the elf thrashed for a moment then went totally rigid. Overwhelmed by the feelings and thoughts born of being royally fucked by a dwarf and a human for the first time in her life (and by both at the same time, no less) Laentharyel came yet again, so hard that she felt faint. 

As her incredible orgasm reared up and flared brighter, burning through her lust-consumed frame like a blissful seizure, Laeny tried to scream her wild cock-muffled ecstasy around Jadrik's throat-clogging boner, only managing to let out a choked spluttering wail. Then, spent and happy, still wracked by delicious aftershocks while she remained skewered on those two big cocks, she went limp. The huntress's long-quiescent and now alchemically unbridled need to be fucked had been sated for the moment, causing the sensuous rush that had possessed her to wane as suddenly as it had appeared. With a last dick-muted mewl, Laentharyel passed out, her womb and stomach filled to the brink with seed, her mind drowning in ecstasy.

"I gotta hand it to ye, lad," Uli guffawed as he slipped his wide cum-slimy pole out of the unconscious elf's sperm-sloppy pussy, "yer potions really do the trick. Look at her: ye didn't just cure her from near death, ye made her crazy for cock too! Maybe ye're not such a shabby alchemist after all, eh!"

As his chubby cock plopped out of Laeny's seed-sticky mouth and his eyes took in the sexy, lewdly gratifying visual of the long, shiny filaments of cum and saliva still connecting his shaft to the elf's slack semen-glossy lips, Jadrik couldn't help but chuckle. 

"Yeah, I guess I do have my moments," the warlock grinned, puffing out his chest as he pulled up his pants. Then, while Uli clumsily straightened up Laentharyel's clothes as she still lay groggily on the grass, Jadrik added: "Just don't make it a habit to bring me half-dead elf girls to revive, though, alright?"

"Ach, don't ye worry, lad!" Uli guffawed, looking at the smiling, semi-conscious elf with a mix of cupidity and fondness in his flinty eyes. "I won't be bringing no more pointy-eared blondies to ye any time soon. This one's a keeper, I can tell."

Jadrik just nodded and gave the dwarf a pat on his broad back, then he left the clearing and headed back to the road, allowing Uli some time alone with Laeny while she purred sleepily and sighed with contentment, slowly regaining consciousness. 

As he walked through the underbrush, cursing every stupid root and thorny shrub he stumbled on, the warlock snickered at the thought of what Uli had just said about Laentharyel. It was always funny for Jadrik to be reminded that, underneath his blunt manners and perpetual raunchiness, the bearded warrior could sometimes be weirdly sweet and affectionate. 

"Well," the warlock corrected himself, chuckling, "as sweet and affectionate as a dwarf can be, of course..."

*****

When Jadrik reported to Shayla his recent firsthand findings about Laentharyel's post-revivification fits of lust, the wizardess got slightly angry. 

Shayla wasn't really mad about the fact that the warlock and the dwarf had double teamed the horny huntress, though. What irked the wizardess was the fact that she had missed out on a great occasion to see the preternaturally graceful, innately elegant elf act like a cheap, cum-starved whore. 

Immediately, Shayla's annoyance was pointed solely at Aldarius, whom she blamed for distracting her with his silly pedantic qualms about the road to take, thus preventing her from taking part in what both Uli and Jadrik described as 'quite a wild fuck' with a 'totally cock-crazy' Laeny. 

Gladly noticing how low in Shayla's priorities her betrothed had plummeted, the warlock reassured his adored slut that, without fail, Laentharyel's condition of alchemical imbalance would provide plenty more chances for them to enjoy the elf's whorish side. The wizardess just shrugged in response and sulked halfheartedly for a while. As it turned out though, Jadrik was right. 

Shayla had to wait only a few more hours to see for herself just how lasciviously uninhibited the slim huntress could be when a phase of maniacal arousal hit her.




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 07



That night after dinner, the wizardess was walking back to the campfire after going into the woods to pee, when suddenly, slinking out of the vegetation in perfect silence, a thin silhouette appeared in front of her. 

Shayla's instincts kicked in immediately. In the blink of an eye, her outstretched hand was crackling with aetheric energy and she was swiftly intoning the words of magic that would unleash a massive pulse of arcane power against her assailant. Luckily, before she finished casting the spell, the elf's singsong voice reached the wizardess's ears.

"Wait, Shayla! It's me!" Laentharyel squeaked with fright, moving to the side and out of the shadows of the trees, so that the moonlight would illuminate her. As the elf raised her arms to signal her harmlessness, her light blouse got lifted up enough to reveal her cute bellybutton resting at the center of her flat, porcelain smooth tummy. 

"Laeny?!" Shayla exclaimed in surprise, blinking her eyes and dispelling the haze of magic humming around her. "Sweetie, you've got to be more careful! I get that you're an elf and a ranger to boot, so I can't expect you not to be stealthy when you walk, but really, skulking around like that is a bad idea! I almost threw an arcane blast at you right now!" 

"I know, I'm sorry..." the huntress pouted, rubbing her thighs together and biting her cherry red lips as she haltingly went on. 

"I just needed to be alone with you, because... I mean, uhm... You're so sexy, Shayla!" Laeny finally blurted out, her sculpted moon-lit cheekbones all flushed with arousal. "I get wet just looking at you, your tits are so big and round, and your ass... Oohh, Blessed Stars, you're just so beautiful, Shayla, and I'm so horny all the time, it's like I'm on fire..."

Panting, Laentharyel trailed off, her green eyes flashing with barely contained and very obvious desire. Shayla didn't react as the huntress swiftly stepped closer. 

Taking the wizardess's hands and holding them tight within her long thin fingers, Laeny locked gazes with Shayla and leaned her slim body against the brunette's gorgeous curvy figure. Whimpering as she pressed her perky breasts into the raven-haired wizardess's ample cleavage, thus making their nipples brush together through their clothes, Laeny murmured urgently into Shayla's mouth, their lips almost touching. 

"I want to lick your pussy, Shayla! I need to taste you, I just can't help it... Please, let me lick you, pleeease!"

"Oh! Well, uhm... Yeah, why not!" the wizardess replied with a pleased smile, feeling flattered and hot and not at all inclined to turn down the elf's very enticing offer. "I guess I could let you do that, if that's really what you wan-mmph!..."

Laentharyel's lips pressing on hers in an urgent, excited kiss prevented Shayla from finishing her sentence. Not that it mattered at that point. 

Letting the elf's lustful frenzy run its course, the wizardess relaxed and enjoyed Laeny's soft lips munching on her own tumid mouth. Willingly kissing the elf back in turn, Shayla cooed as the huntress's tongue wiggled and swiped inside her mouth, exploring her warmth and wetness, teasing her as they kissed ever more intensely. 

While they made out, Laentharyel's delicate hands sneaked their way into the plunging neckline of Shayla's figure-hugging tunic and started fondling the wizardess's huge jutting tits. The dark-haired human girl was soon moaning into the blonde elf's pouty mouth, turned on like crazy by the gentle manipulations with which Laeny rubbed and stimulated her puffed-out areolas and erect nipples. 

Shayla's pussy was dripping with arousal when, suddenly, the elf's lips and tongue left her mouth while her boob-kneading fingers let go of her big sensitive tits, causing the wizardess to groan unhappily. Her disappointment was short lived, though. 

In a heartbeat, Laentharyel dropped to her knees and pushed up the hem of the wizardess's mid-thigh azure tunic, revealing the brunette's moist slit. Wedging her blonde head between the buxom human's legs, the elf let out a joyous, animalistic mewl as she clamped her famished lips onto Shayla's swollen nectar-glossy labia and started voraciously eating her out. 

A few minutes later, when Jadrik and Uli went to look for the girls, they found Shayla leaning back against a tree, panting like a bitch in heat as she sighed in absolute pleasure. 

With her fabulous bulging jugs spilling out of her tunic and her juice-streaked legs spread wide apart, Shayla had her fingers intertwined within Laentharyel's flowing blonde tresses and was pressing the elf's delicate face firmly into her drooling, quivering pussy. All the while, the huntress was moaning just as crazily as Shayla, though her vocalizations were muffled by the devastating, incessant cunt-munching routine she was unleashing on the wizardess's budding clit and juice-dripping slit. 

"See, lad?" Uli chuckled, crossing his massive arms over his barrel-like chest and elbowing the grinning warlock. "I told ye the lasses would get along just fine!"

"It certainly appears so," Jadrik concurred, waving his hand and smiling at a sighing, shivering Shayla. The wizardess's jet-black mane was sexily tousled and her eyes were glazed-over with evident bliss, but the warlock chose to ask teasingly anyway: "So, how's Laeny doing, Shay? Is she any good at licking pussy?" 

"Ohh yes! Ooohh fuck, yeeess..." the wizardess gasped, overcome by yet another climax right there and then. Her pleasure was so intense that her vision blurred as she tried to talk to Jadrik. "She's sooo good, Jad! Uuhh... Best pussy-licker ever... Aahh yesss, eat my clit Laenyyyy!"

In the few minutes they had spent together, the horny elf had suckled the wizardess's clit and lapped away at her pussy with almost desperate dedication. Laentharyel could wiggle her experienced tongue so masterfully all over Shayla's dewy folds that the wizardess had been writhing non-stop under her lewd kisses, wracked by a delicious series of back-to-back gushing orgasms. In truth, Laeny had shown such incredible talent in orally pleasing her that, from the moment the huntress's lips had made contact with her labia and then increasingly as the elf kept exquisitely licking her juicy slit, Shayla couldn't stop thinking that Laeny and the rest of her Sisterhood of elven archers must spend as much time munching on each other's pussy as they did patrolling the sacred forests of their homeland.

"Well, lasses, this is a great show ye're putting on, but I've got an even better idea..." Uli rumbled suggestively as he watched the whimpering, cunt-starved elf eating out Shayla's sopping wet folds and drinking down every last drop of the wizardess's girl-cum as if genuinely thirsty for her juices. "What'd ye say we continue this by the campfire, all four of us together? Kinda damp out here in the woods at night, don't ye think?"

As the huntress kept single-mindedly feasting on her quivering pussy and swollen clit, Shayla tried to focus and gather her thoughts, eventually managing to mumble: "But isn't Al... Oohh fuck, Laeny, yeeesss, like that aaah! How can we do this back at the camp if... Ooohh yeeess! I mean, what about Al? Aaahh fuck yeeaah!"

Jadrik and Uli shared a laugh before the warlock explained: "Don't worry, my sweet slut. The noble Aldarius had a drink with us, a treat from Uli's personal stash, no less." 

"Aye," the dwarf continued with a throaty chuckle, "too bad that the lad here spiked yer fiance's drink with a wee bit of knockout potion. A waste of good brandy, if ye ask me, but at least now that daft paladin is out like a light, shiny armor still on, of course!" 

"Ohh... That does sound like a smart move, uuhh..." Shayla said between moans, acknowledging the wisdom of the guys' plan as well as the merits of sedating Aldarius on general principles. 

"Mmhh, alright then... Aahhh Laeny, wait! Ohh fuck, yesss, I mean no oowwhh... Come on, sweetie, just let go of my pussy for a second so we can go back to the camp and get comfortable!"

*****

Minutes later, lying on her back on a blanket by the campfire with the horny huntress on top of her in a sixty-nine position, Shayla had her first taste of Laeny's tight little pussy. The buxom brunette was shocked by how sweet the elf's nectar tasted and immediately started lapping away, hooked on the honeyed and almost flowery flavor of her new friend's leaking juices. 

As Shayla devoured Laentharyel's clit and tongue-fucked her hairless slit with depraved urgency, the blonde's skilled mouth got equally busy on the wizardess's sopping wet snatch. Soon the girls' pussy-muffled moans of pleasure and the persistent slurping sounds of unrestrained muff-munching filled the air, creating a squishy, humming symphony of lesbian passion. 

Smiling excitedly, the guys looked on intently for a bit, feasting their eyes on the huntress and the wizardess's entwined bodies, awed before those two very different yet equally breathtaking epitomes of feminine beauty. Then, horny beyond words and wide-eyed in wonderment at the sight of the girls cumming on one another's cunt-smooching lips almost simultaneously, Jadrik and Uli shed their clothes and joined in.

With Laeny on all fours on top of Shayla's voluptuous body, Uli could not resist the allure of the elf's upturned heart-shaped ass wiggling enticingly in the air. Positioning himself behind the huntress, Uli wedged his massively large pole into the elf's snug moist pussy, filling her full of stiff dwarven dickmeat in a long, snatch-cramming push. 

As the beefy warrior started fucking Laentharyel hard and deep, widening her insanely tight slit with his granite-hard girth and vigorously thrusting into her nectar-slick vaginal tunnel, the purring elf redoubled her oral worship on the wizardess's drooling hole, much to Shayla's delight. As mind-blowing as Laeny's whirling swipes and suckling kisses felt on her labia and clit though, a thrill of even deeper delight hit Shayla when Jadrik knelt between her sprawled thighs and nudged his fat glans at the entrance of her pussy, poking at her slick folds and slapping his purple mushroom head on the huntress's restless tongue and cunt-smooching lips. 

The warlock grinned seeing how reluctantly the elf removed her mouth from Shayla's juicy hole and focused all her notable pussy-pleasing skills on her budding clit instead, giving him room to sink himself inside his adored slut's nectar-shiny slit. 

As it turned out though, granting Jadrik access to the wizardess's drooling pussy wasn't such a bad choice for Laeny after all. Shayla's snatch started gushing even more profusely as soon as the warlock began pistoning his cock in and out of her fiery core, and Laentharyel was all too happy to lap up the sweet overflowing fluids that she so desperately craved. 

With the girls locked in an intense sixty-nine and the guys pounding their soaking, well-licked pussies with abandon, the four companions soon lost themselves completely in their wild group coupling by the fire. Confident that their delighted yells and bestial grunts wouldn't wake the drugged paladin, they didn't hold back one bit, giving and taking pleasure with unrestrained zeal.

Every now and then Jadrik and Uli traded places, so that the warlock could finally try out for himself the silky snugness of Laentharyel's wet little slit. In truth though, Jadrik never got to stay too long inside the huntress's clingy honey pot. 

Whenever he was ramming his robust boner into Shayla's cock-hugging vaginal channel, Uli seemed unfocused, obviously impatient to get back to immersing himself balls-deep inside the pointy-eared object of his obsessive desire. Jadrik unfailingly snickered when the dwarf called for a change of places, but he didn't mind granting Uli longer and longer turns within Laeny's enveloping pussy. After all, the warlock had his incomparable slut's exquisite dewy folds to plow, something which he did with ecstatic gusto. 

Besides, it was in itself wickedly enjoyable for Jadrik to taunt the warrior by calling him an elf-lover, thus making him go all red in the face until his coarse skin was the same color as his majestic beard. The warlock couldn't help but grin as Uli furrowed his bushy eyebrows and grumbled some implausible and totally unnecessary explanation for his devouring propensity for elven girls, all the while still ardently hammering his girthy dwarven tool into Laeny's snug slit while Jadrik pounded Shayla's velvety soft pussy. 

Even though it had been the huntress's alchemically induced burst of lust that started it, their little fireside orgy was fueled by all of the four companions' burning desire. As time passed, it felt to each of them as if they were feeding off one another's horniness and passion, as if they were increasing their own arousal by sharing it. It was a collective sensation of empowered eroticism that multiplied their individual pleasure to new levels, and they all enjoyed it so much that they spent the better part of that night sucking and fucking and cumming by the campfire. 

Whenever the guys came inside them, Shayla and Laeny kept licking and sucking on one another's seed-filled folds with even greater voracity. As they slurped up and drank down the guys' oozing semen, the girls also eagerly took their barely deflating dicks between their lips, nursing lewdly on them to taste the mix of sperm and pussy-nectar coating their slimy shafts. Unsurprisingly, neither Jadrik's nor Uli's boner ever got any less than chubby, since the girls devotedly kept them hard and got them ready for more pussy-pounding action with their lustful, sloppy blowjobs. 

Jadrik had just sprayed Shayla's cum-plastered, nectar-drenched slit with his third load of the night and Uli was doing the same with Laeny when, finally, the huntress's alchemically empowered libido seemed to reach its waning phase. 

The rush of frantic sensual energy that had possessed the elf's lithe overstimulated body until that moment, reignited through the evening by the amazing thrill of licking pussy and sucking cock and getting soundly fucked all at the same time while caught up in a sweetly debauched foursome with her new friends, eventually burned itself out, leaving the huntress completely drained. 

Whimpering and slurping, her lips and tongue still weakly working Shayla's cum-leaking hole and Jadrik's pulsating glans in turn, Laentharyel suddenly let out a long, contented sigh. Her slim frame went totally limp as she slowly rolled off the wizardess's body, collapsing down on her side. 

Spent and smiling, with mixed juices shining on her sculpted face and dribbles of thick gooey cum bubbling out of her swollen dilated labia, the elf fell asleep within seconds, under the fascinated stares of her panting and equally satisfied companions. 

Once Uli had wrapped the wiped out huntress in a blanket, he turned to find Shayla on her knees, eagerly sucking Jadrik's deflating erection while the warlock huffed and puffed, barely able to stand on his wobbly legs yet smiling down affectionately at his incomparable, adored slut. Glad to have both the dwarf and the warlock all for herself, Shayla beckoned Uli over, curling her finger at him in an irresistible come-hither motion while she kept nursing on her lover's bloated glans.

Even after she was done licking clean the guys' wilting cocks with lascivious dedication, savoring the residual sheen of pussy-nectar coating their shafts and coaxing out the few final runny drops of seed they still had to give, the wizardess still wasn't done. Under Uli's and Jadrik's excited and genuinely impressed stares, Shayla avidly scooped up all the rivulets of milky semen leaking from her well-fucked pussy, purring wantonly as she brought those creamy treats to her mouth over and over again to hungrily swallow them down. 

Eventually, after Shayla had licked every last dollop of sperm off her fingers, the three friends took a moment to discuss the events of the evening. Within a mere handful of seconds they unanimously and wholeheartedly agreed that, as long as Jadrik could concoct more knockout potion and Laentharyel's fluxing states of horniness persisted, it would be in everybody's best interest to spend every night just like that, drugging Aldarius and then having wild group sex by the campfire. 

*****

Since Laeny's moments of uncontainable lust presented themselves quite randomly, the companions had to deal with the overexcited elf and her insatiable needs during the day too, and they did so very willingly. 

Given that Uli was drooling over her and pinching her heart-shaped little butt all the time anyway, it was mostly the dwarf who took it upon himself to take care of the huntress's urges. Needless to say, when she was possessed by one of her all-encompassing bouts of carnal craze, Laentharyel simply couldn't say no to the ever effective cure represented by Uli's massively thick cock. 

Still, as happy as she was to sneak off into the woods for a vigorous romp with the beefy warrior, the elf tended to prefer Shayla's company, not only during her alchemically inspired peaks of arousal, but also when she was fully lucid. 

If Laeny happened to be by the wizardess's side when a phase of maniacal desire descended upon her, she didn't hesitate to follow the lead of her tingling pussy, eagerly offering to eat Shayla out like a ravenous demoness and begging the brunette to lick her sweet elven slit in return. Looking around to make sure that yes, her dull moronic fiance was still riding ahead and acting like the self-righteous jerk that he was, the busty wizardess always gladly agreed to the huntress's sexual offers. 

Incomparable pussy-licking skills aside, Shayla was surprised to realize that she genuinely liked the beautiful, slim, naturally graceful elf, even when she wasn't lust-crazed. 

Laentharyel was quite young, at least by the odd standards of her virtually ageless race, and very inexperienced about the world outside of the impenetrable forests of Aelvalaeim. Opening up to Shayla, Laeny confessed that becoming an adventurer and moving to the Empire had caused quite a scandal in her family, especially because she belonged to a cadet branch of the elven reigning dynasty and was supposed to never ever venture outside the borders of her sylvan homeland, let alone make contact with members of what her people called the 'lesser races'. 

The huntress's naivete and curiosity about the most common things seemed oddly sweet to Shayla, who soon started treating Laeny like the little sister she never had, even though the elf was in fact centuries older than her. The wizardess couldn't help but enjoy the irony of seeing the svelte, composed and elegant Laentharyel regularly shift into a foul-mouthed cock-starved whore every few hours and do things that would cause her people to die of shame and horror, if only they knew about them. The fact that Laeny saw the irony in it too and was able to laugh about it made the elf even more agreeable to the wizardess. 

Shayla's feisty and passionate nature appealed immensely to the huntress in turn, and the fact that the wizardess belonged to an aristocratic family allowed Laeny to relate to her a lot. Both girls knew what it felt like to bear the burden of having one's life all planned out by others while being forced to live up to a lot of mundane, soul-deadening expectations. It was relieving for Shayla and Laentharyel to recognize in one another the vibrant sense of rebellion and the unbroken will to self-affirmation which had led them both to escape the comforts of their noble families and become adventurers in the first place. 

Encouraged by their unexpected cross-cultural similarities and despite their innate racial differences, Laeny and Shayla swiftly bonded. The huntress looked up with undisguised admiration to the raven-haired wizardess, seeking her company and council at all times. In many ways, the human girl's self-confidence and experience of the world intrigued the blonde elf ranger just as much as her voluptuous curves did, making Shayla irresistibly enticing in Laeny's eyes.




The Warlock & the Wizardess Ch. 07



Shocked as she was by her own lack of animosity towards a potential female adversary as attractive and undeniably beautiful as Laentharyel was, Shayla was still honest enough with herself to see why she was so comfortable around the elf: simply put, the wizardess knew that Jadrik wasn't into the slender huntress at all. 

Shayla was overjoyed to notice that the warlock remained totally obsessed with her buxom tits and her plump juicy bubble-butt, as always. Even though deep down she knew that she really had no reason to doubt or worry about Jadrik's feelings for her, it still caused the wizardess great relief and utter joy to see that she polarized her lover's undivided devotion in full. 

Regardless of having a perky blonde elf prancing around, the warlock never missed a chance to touch and fondle and caress his adored slut's voluptuous body. Even when he wasn't grabbing her jutting boobs or cupping her fleshy round ass, Shayla often caught Jadrik ogling her generous curves as if he couldn't wait to jump her bones. The warlock's palpable desire for her made the wizardess immensely happy. Time and again, simply and naturally, Jadrik proved that his deep persistent affection toward her was unchanged by Laeny's presence, and Shayla loved him for it. 

Unwillingly, the warlock showed the wizardess in his every act and word that she didn't need to see the huntress as a threat, that there was no competition at all. Understanding that she didn't need to be jealous, reassured and calmer than ever before, Shayla was glad to let herself become friends with Laeny. It was liberating for the wizardess not to feel the need to hate and outslut the elf the way she usually ended up doing with every other female she considered a rival. It was refreshing, Shayla had to admit, to actually get close to another girl for a change. 

For his part, Jadrik had to deal with his own issues during their journey toward the Chapel of Red Spires, issues that all boiled down to his deep-seated hatred of nature and of all things uncivilized. 

Glad to leave Uli and Shayla deal with the huntress's fluxing states of arousal during the day, the warlock spent his time complaining about almost everything. Most of all, Jadrik lamented being away from his cozy book-filled study back in the Capitol and having to wake up way too early in the morning for his lazy, decadent taste. 

Neither an early riser nor an outdoorsy type, Jadrik was severely grumpy until mid afternoon without fail, every single day. When he was not trying to sleep in the saddle or intent on sulkily reading one of his necromantic books, the warlock would just pull his black hood down on his face and pout gloomily, occasionally cursing the rustling leaves or the pesky sunlight or the annoying summer breeze, earning Shayla's and Uli's teasing laughter and endless taunting jokes in the process. 

Strangely enough, the only thing that Jadrik seemed to enjoy about their journey was riding ahead of the party with Aldarius every now and then. 

Feigning interest in the paladin's religious beliefs, hiding his extensive knowledge of those very same holy books that the knight quoted constantly yet whose actual meaning and symbolism he didn't seem to have really understood at all, Jadrik spent the better part of his afternoons baiting Aldarius into lofty theological discussions. The warlock unfailingly ended up poking gigantic holes in the paladin's dogmatic but very fragile arguments, subtly exposing the ultimate hypocrisy and general emptiness of those supposedly iron-clad convictions, all of which angered Aldarius no end. 

The sight of the speechlessly fuming knight staring blankly at him, frothing at the mouth yet unable to counter his sharp and unforgiving logic, always caused a sweetly evil blossom of joy to flower inside Jadrik's dark heart. 

However, as much as viciously annihilating Al's beliefs helped making the discomforts of adventuring more bearable for the warlock, those long metaphysical debates had in fact the main goal of keeping the bigoted paladin occupied, thus preventing him from discovering the true nature of Laentharyel's moments of flustered agitation suddenly followed by quick disappearances into the woods in the company of Uli or Shayla or both. 

In truth, Aldarius didn't pay too much attention to Laeny as a rule, content as he was to exploit her skills. Being an incomparable archer and a seasoned tracker with a natural attunement to the wilderness, Laentharyel was capable of finding and putting an arrow into all sorts of edible animals in no time and with very little effort. Her usefulness in providing freshly killed venison or rabbit or fowl for every meal made the elf important for the success of his holy quest, and that was pretty much all that Aldarius thought of her, single-mindedly focused on his heroic delusions as he was.

Still, it was the warlock who actively prevented the knight from realizing that the huntress was in fact a drug-addled, sex-craving little minx. Hitting him right in the weakest of his many weak spots, Jadrik's taunting questions kept Aldarius occupied whenever he was not busy riding ahead on his own, smiling dreamily as he pictured himself as a fearless crusader braving the unknown for the greater glory of the Gods of Light. 

To the warlock, it was a twistedly delightful irony that Al's stubborn will to defend his faith at all costs, even when it would have been clear to anybody else that the paladin was merely being toyed with, was the main reason why Uli and Shayla remained always undisturbed as they enjoyed Laeny's bouts of unchained horniness during the day. 

At night though, after Aldarius was knocked unconscious by a potion-laced drink or plate of food, Jadrik finally gave free rein to the bottled up lust and wicked happiness he accumulated in the long hours before sunset. Needless to say, Shayla was infallibly the focus of the warlock's simmering desires. 

Letting out all of his inextinguishable passion for his adored slut, Jadrik treated the wizardess's mouth, pussy and asshole to long and intense fucking marathons every night, much to their mutual satisfaction. No matter how good Laeny had licked her pussy and munched on her clit and sucked her big tits during the day, Shayla never came as hard as she did when Jadrik fucked her by the campfire at night. 

It hardly mattered to the wizardess if he was humping her wet slobbering mouth or pounding her slick needy pussy or stretching out and filling up her tight little asshole: all that mattered to Shayla was that Jadrik was inside her, taking pleasure from her body and giving it back in kind, making her feel good like only he could do. 

Of course, due to the wild nature of their nightly foursomes, the warlock sometimes ended up fucking the lust-high elf's face and pussy as well, and Shayla herself never shunned Uli's exaggeratedly large boner whenever the dwarf pressed it into her slit or presented it to her puffy succulent lips. Still, that didn't count, as far as the wizardess was concerned. The only thing that really mattered to Shayla was Jadrik's need for her and the fact that, as soon as Al was out cold, the warlock pounced her, pawing at her huge boobs and fondling her plump bubble-butt, kissing her mouth ardently, humming with desire for her all the while. 

The wizardess loved that Jadrik went always straight to her and fucked her royally and with undivided attention every night, regardless of how desperately Laeny might be screaming to have more cock inside her even while getting her tight snatch ravaged by Uli's robust tool. It was comforting for Shayla, in a lewd yet heartwarming way, to know that she would always get to feel at least the warlock's first two massive loads of cum splashing deep inside her before he even thought of letting go of her soft curvy body to go fuck the perky elf for a little while. Even better, Shayla knew that Jadrik would soon return to her, filling her full again with his big, perfect cock. 

On top of all that, Shayla could always count on the fact that, no matter what, once the nightly orgy was done she would go to sleep wrapped in her lover's warm clutching embrace, with his creamy seed filling all three of her holes. 

Nothing satisfied and relaxed the wizardess more than having Jadrik's face pressed into her black sex-tousled hair while he whispered slowly into her ear, calling her his slut with that maddeningly erotic and truly affectionate tone of his. That was the best way that Shayla could imagine to drift off into a deep, refreshing slumber. 

*****

To be continued...



The Warlock & The Wizardess Ch. 08



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex and group sex, so be warned in case you're not into that sort of stuff. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

 This chapter picks up exactly where the previous one ended, so it's best to read that first.



*****

 Their intense nights of passion were undoubtedly the highlight of the companions' journey into the woods. Their progress toward the Chapel of Red Spires was quite easy, impeded only by the occasional wandering monster which was swiftly disposed of, thanks to Shayla's fireballs, Laeny's arrows and Uli's massive axe. 

 As a rule, Jadrik had always been more than happy to let the wizardess's pyromania and the dwarf's bloodthirst compensate for his lack of interest in fighting random enemies coming their way whenever they were on an adventure. Predictably, with the addition of Laeny's marksmanship to boost the group's damage dealing potential, the warlock now felt even more entitled to let his laziness run rampant. 

 Jadrik did decide to get his hands dirty on one specific occasion, though.

 It was early afternoon on their fourth day of travel, when the party ran into a huge forest troll. Squatting in the middle of the trail that they were following, the hulking greenish brown monster was taking a humongous dump, which, beside making Laentharyel go pale with barely contained nausea, only served to make the humanoid's presence even more loathsome to the companions. 

 Within moments of sighting the disgusting creature, Uli's battle shout pierced the air and his charging stomps resounded among the trees, announcing the troll's imminent demise. Watching intently as the monster's squishy flesh was chopped to pieces by the dwarf's whirling axe strokes while at same time Laeny's well-aimed arrows mercilessly pincushioned its abhorrent frame, the warlock took action only at the very last moment, right before Shayla finished off the maimed and agonizing brute with a powerfully charged fireball. 

 Unlike Aldarius, who had spent the whole short-lived fight cowering behind a bush, Jadrik knew perfectly well that setting the troll's smelly, mutilated carcass aflame was necessary to prevent the foul humanoid from regenerating, thus killing him for good. Still, in that particular instance, the warlock chose to ignore that key detail of efficient troll-slaying. 

 While Shayla got ready to launch her fireball at the troll, Jadrik grinned with evil joy and started casting a spell of his own. Intoning the words firmly and briskly, the warlock chanted the tongue-twisting, dissonant sequence of blasphemous syllables necessary to summon a swarm of imps. 

 As soon as Jadrik was done pronouncing his demonic formula, an aetheric crepitation reverberated in the air, followed by a crimson flash and a discordant cacophony of high-pitched cackles. Blindsided by the warlock's quick, unexpected spellcasting and by the clamor of all those grating voices screeching together, her concentration broken, Shayla cursed and turned around. Despite her irritation at having been interrupted before she could finish casting her fireball, just a long resigned sigh escaped the wizardess's lips as she took in the array of Jadrik's freshly invoked minions. 

 Tiny and spindly, laughing maniacally like the bunch of annoying infernal pests that they were, the pack of dark purplish imps emerged from a mist of dense violet smoke and immediately turned en masse toward the black-robed warlock. Still suffused with the unhealthy red glow of the ritual of demonic evocation that had called them from their hellish plane of existence and bound them to Jadrik's will, the little fiends tilted their heads in unison, nodding at him as one while he mentally commanded them to do his bidding. 

 Snickering in amused obeisance to their master's instructions, the puny devils suddenly let out a collective chortle as they skipped and darted toward the troll's butchered remains. Grinning as he silently directed the swarm of demonic pests, Jadrik made the imps pick up the foul chunks of the troll's butchered carcass. When every tiny devil was holding a stinky, gooey piece of the disgusting monster, the warlock commanded his demonic army to turn about, take aim and throw those foul projectiles at Aldarius, just for fun. 

 The embarrassingly girlish squeals of terror that erupted from the dumbstruck paladin's mouth were so amusing to Jadrik that he almost lost control over the swarm of nettling devils. Much to Laeny's shock, neither Uli nor Shayla seemed too surprised by that grotesquely weird turn of events. 

 "Of course..." the wizardess sighed, slumping her shoulders and shaking her head. "I was wondering why Jad hadn't done anything like this yet." 

 Jadrik's sadistic chuckles and Aldarius's yells of shocked repugnance filled Shayla's ears as she watched the imps pelting her betrothed with a barrage of meaty, squishy pieces of troll carcass. Once the paladin had been mercilessly hit and smeared from head to toe in the monster's fetid chunks, the imps rushed to retrieve every last icky bit so that they could throw those nauseating projectiles at Aldarius all over again while he just stood there rooted in place, paralyzed and horrified as he screamed at the top of his lungs. 

 "That's so yucky! It's just so, so... Eewww!" Laeny squealed, disgusted and yet unable to remove her big green eyes from the spectacle of a holy paladin of the Order of the Golden Shield getting plastered in dead troll goo by a hysterically laughing warlock and his imps. "Sacred Tree of Life! Jadrik can be really, really nasty... Eww, this is soooo gross!"

 "Aye, it is," Uli scowled, giving up on cleaning his axe just yet, "and if the lad doesn't stop playing blasted demonic puppeteer soon, that big ugly bastard will regenerate and patch itself back together in no time. Bah, I don't want to chop that thing up again, I'll smear my axe in its crappy blood even more!"

 "Jad, come on!" Shayla yelled at the laughing warlock, trying to make herself heard over Aldarius's screams, the imps' demented yapping and the revolting splattering sound of the monster's butchered remains relentlessly hitting the paladin's no longer spotless armor. "The troll is about to regenerate, cut it out already! Just have your stupid little demons pick up all the pieces and pile them in one place so I can roast this thing before it heals itself back to life! I mean now, Jad!"

 "Relax, Shay. There's at least another half minute before the self-regeneration kicks in," Jadrik snickered, hoping to convince his friends to let him torture Aldarius a little bit more. 

 Unluckily for the warlock, the dwarf and the wizardess just glared grimly at him in a concerted 'cut the crap, or else' sort of manner that left no room for negotiations. Rolling his eyes as Uli and Shayla stared him down, Jadrik grumbled and let out a theatrical sigh. 

 "Pff, fine... You guys are no fun at all."

 As he commanded the swarm of tiny infernal pests to gather every piece of dead troll in sight to form a big stinky heap, the warlock couldn't resist giving Aldarius one last good scare. 

 Noticing the monster's huge, hideously warty penis lying on the ground, Jadrik sent an imp to retrieve it. Instructing the little demon to climb its way up Aldarius's trembling frame to stand on his gore-smeared pauldron, the warlock made the imp wag the troll's floppy, nauseatingly pustulent cock right in the paladin's face. 

 That abominable sight undid the besmirched, miserable knight completely. Already on the verge of a nervous breakdown, with his precious blessed armor drenched in snotty gobs of the troll's acidic brown blood and crusted with squishy traces of his foul greenish meat, Aldarius simply couldn't take it anymore. With a final shriek of ultimate revulsion, the distraught paladin buckled at the knees and fainted, crumpling to the ground with a ruinous metallic clang. 

 "Now that's what I call a fun prank, with an even funnier finale!" Jadrik commented, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he sent the last imp to put the troll's hideous cock on top of the other bits and pieces of the butchered monster. 

 Right after sending a blazing bombardment of firebolts into every last fragment of the troll's carcass, targeting the whole lot of screeching imps too just for good measure and thus incinerating everything in a roaring conflagration of magical flames, Shayla slowly turned toward Jadrik. Though she tried to give him a look of stern reproach, the wizardess couldn't help but be infected by the warlock's naughty, thoroughly inappropriate and yet irresistibly contagious joy. 

 "Happy now?" Shayla said as tersely as she could, barely able to contain a complicit smile.

 "Yes, very happy!" Jadrik replied, leaning in to plant a huge smooch on the wizardess's succulent lips. "I'll be good now, Shay, I promise," the warlock said, grinning shrewdly before adding in an almost serious tone: "Besides, Al should thank me for this, once he wakes up."

 "Thank you? Really?!" the wizardess snorted, pointing at the stinky, motionless heap of slime-coated armor that was her fiance. "And for what exactly, Jad? You humiliated him, and he's gonna get acid burns from the troll's blood dripping through the gaps in his plates too, you know!"

 "Yes, I know," the warlock replied, blinking his eyes in mock-shock, "that's why he should be thanking me. Finally, our self-appointed and blatantly useless healer will be able to use some of his mending prayers," Jadrik said, before concluding with a chuckle, "on himself! Haha!"

 Despite her better judgment, even as she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him, Shayla couldn't stop herself from laughing along with the warlock while he winked at her and walked away, whistling a merry tavern song completely out of tune.



*****

 Given how great that day had been for him until that moment, Jadrik didn't expect it to get even better, but it did. 

 While Shayla watched over Aldarius and energetically slapped his face to make him regain consciousness, Laeny entered one of her cyclic lustful phases. Noticing this, Uli swiftly swept the slender huntress off her feet and carried her away in his massively muscled arms, marching off into the woods with a spring in his stomping steps.

 As a chortling and salivating Uli passed by Jadrik's side with a visible bulge tenting his kilt, the squirming elf grabbed the warlock by the sleeve of his black robes and dragged him along, moaning and whimpering about needing lots and lots of cock. Never one to shy away from a wild fuck, Jadrik tagged along with pleasure. 

 Minutes later, in the comforting seclusion of a grassy clearing among the trees, the three companions were naked, sucking and fucking with gusto. 

 Lying on her back on a soft carpet of moss, Laentharyel was pinching her own stiff rosy nipples while Uli crouched between her legs, pounding her pussy with vigorous thrusts. Meanwhile, kneeling by her smooth shoulders, Jadrik was holding the elf's sculpted face in his lap and slightly turned to the side, just at the right angle for her to gobble his rigid boner deep into her gullet. 

 A sheen of drooling spittle coated the warlock's cock as Laeny slid the soft seal of her cherry red lips up and down along his length, sloppily bobbing her head on his raging boner while he humped her throat with deliberate mouth-stuffing strokes. Despite the somewhat awkward position and the powerful cunt-plowing slams that jarred her delicate body, Jadrik was impressed by what a hungry, reckless deep-throating blowjob the huntress was giving him, and his growls of pleasure made his appreciation clear. 

 With his robust dickmeat sliding incessantly in and out of Laentharyel's delicious slit, Uli was having an amazing time too. Grunting lustfully, the dwarf rammed his thick tool as deep as possible into the elf's snug slippery folds while holding her long beautiful legs straight up, so that her tiny feet were pointing up at the clear blue sky as her toes curled and uncurled in time with the ebb and flow of her pleasure. 

 Grabbing hard onto her thin ankles with his big coarse hands, Uli planted an uninterrupted sequence of hungry nibbling kissing all along the smooth, soft skin of Laeny's shapely legs, tickling her with his mustache and beard in the process. That mix of pleasurable sensations coursing along her legs, on top of the incessant hammering that her pussy was getting from the warrior's fat meaty rod, was making the horny elf see stars. 

 Gushing all over his pistoning boner, Laeny's slick vaginal walls quivered erratically around the dwarf's wide cock, massaging him and clinging wetly to his girthy length at every plunge, causing deep rumbling growls of appreciation to erupt from his avidly smooching mouth in turn. 

 "Aahhh, Alefather bless ye, lassie... Ye're incredible!" Uli murmured dreamily as he kissed and licked the huntress's calves and slammed his rock-hard pole into her slit with boundless ardor, immersing himself balls-deep inside her syrupy sheath at each passionate, battering thrust. "Ye've got such a sweet, soft little snatch! So tight and wet!"

 With her mouth full of the warlock's shaft, Laentharyel couldn't do much but let out a long dick-muffled mewl of climax as she crested over. While her flowery girl-cum flowed copiously, bathing Uli's stiff cockmeat from tip to root in her love juices, the huntress's snug needy folds contracted warmly around the dwarf's relentless pussy-pleasing tool, squeezing him wonderfully and making him redouble his cunt-stretching efforts. 

 All through her orgasm, Jadrik kept humping the elf's face with abandon as she slobbered and gagged but refused to unclasp her cock-munching lips from his pulsing mouthful. The warlock was about to compliment Laeny for the quick improvements he was registering in her oral technique, when an unexpected sound was heard.

 "Jad!" Shayla shouted, her voice vibrant with urgency and excitement. "Here, catch this!"

 The warlock barely had the time to turn around and see the buxom wizardess approaching them and throwing a small object at him. Catching it as he moaned and kept plugging the lust-addled elf's mouth, Jadrik blinked in surprise as he realized what it was that he was unexpectedly holding in his hands. 

 As his adored slut sashayed into the clearing, swaying her juicy ass and puffing out her busty chest to make her spectacular tits even more prominent, the warlock spoke tentatively, genuinely surprised.

 "Uhm, Shay..." Jadrik said over the squishy gagging sounds coming from Laeny's dick-squeezing gullet. "Why did you just throw me a jar of lube?"

 Shayla chuckled and took off her azure tunic in response, remaining gloriously naked except for her knee-length leather boots. Jadrik panted and lost his throat-banging rhythm as he stared at the wizardess's gorgeous body, spellbound. Her huge jutting tits were jiggling mouth-wateringly in time with her breathing while her pose, with her hand resting on her side and her hip teasingly cocked, accentuated to the extreme the magnificent bouncy roundness of her plump bubble-butt. 

 "What kind of question is that, Jad?" the wizardess snickered, a warm sense of naughty pride buzzing inside her as she basked in the warlock's undisguised adoration for her sexy curves. "A devoted assfucker like you should know what his slut wants when she brings him the lube..."

 Jadrik's only reply was an excited laugh and a nod of true admiration toward his amazing, irreplaceable Shay. He almost told her that she needn't have bothered getting the ointment, since he kept a little jar of it in the pocket of his robes at all times just in case, but then he simply shook his head and shrugged, loving the way the day was turning out. 

 Without waiting a second more, Shayla pushed Jadrik back and away from Laeny's face, dislodging his boner from the slippery, constricting prison of her throat with a lewd wet plop. The huntress whimpered for a mere second because of that sudden deprivation, but the wizardess immediately placated her. 

 Turning away from Jadrik so that she was facing a grunting, snatch-pounding Uli, Shayla swiftly sat on Laeny's face and pressed her needy slit against the elf's sensuous lips. Though pussy-muffled, the blonde ranger's squealing moan was one of surprised joy as she shifted seamlessly from sucking cock to eating cunt with renewed enthusiasm.

 "Aahhh yeah, sweetie, that's great! Lick my pussy like that..." Shayla mumbled as she planted her knees firmly on either side of Laentharyel's head and pushed her fabulous ass up, wiggling it right in Jadrik's face. 

 "Come on, Jad," the raven-haired wizardess purred through gasps of delight, looking at the warlock over her shoulder with fire in her blue eyes, "grease me up and stick that big fat cock of yours up my tight little asshole. I want you to buttfuck me hard and deep."  

 "Yeah, absolutely!" the warlock exclaimed wholeheartedly, loving the commanding intensity of Shayla's anal lust. Then, managing to retain a shred of lucidity as he knelt behind the wizardess's majestic bubble-butt, he asked: "Not that I'm backing out, Shay, not at all but... Well, just out of curiosity: if you're here, who's distracting good old Al?"

 "That idiot!" Shayla barked in annoyance. 

 Sitting down harder on Laeny's face and grinding her swollen clit into the elf's talented mouth, trying to mitigate her anger through pleasure, the wizardess explained the situation between mewls and sighs. 

 "Stupid Al, I knocked him out when he yelled at me... Oohh yes, sweetie, lick me right there! I was just offering him some healing potions because, let's face it, we all know they'd do a better job on his acid burns from the troll's blood than his pathetic mending spells... Oohh yeah, eat me like that, Laeny, aahhh! So, I was helping him and trying to cure him but he got mad at me, that moron! He started one of his rants about how potions are evil and alchemy is heresy and he just kept acting like such a rude, stubborn jerk that uuhhh... I almost fireballed him, you know, but then I managed to calm down a bit... So I picked up his breastplate and I smashed it on his stupid head instead, and now he's out cold and here I am and... Aaahh yeees! That's great, sweetie, suck my clit uuhh... Oohh fuck yes, yeees, that's sooo good!" 

 "Ouch! A breastplate to the head'll knock ye right out and no mistake! That'll teach him, eh, lass?" Uli guffawed as he rammed his wide dick full-force into Laeny's soaked little slit.

 "Nice move indeed, Shay, that's my slut!" Jadrik concurred with a huge grin, fondling and caressing the wizardess's smooth fleshy buttcheeks all the while as she writhed in climax from the elf's exquisite clit-lapping efforts. "Alright then," the warlock snickered, "celebratory assfuck it is!"

 As Shayla panted and yelled out her assent, Jadrik parted her meaty buns to reveal the pink little rosebud of her asshole in all its beckoning, twitching cuteness. Unable to resist that alluring sight, the warlock instantly dipped his head down and buried his face in the lush, soft valley of his beloved slut's butt-cleavage, instantly starting to swipe his tongue all over her adorable tiny pucker. 

 Full-body shivers ran through Shayla's curvy body as Jadrik kissed and lapped and rimmed her winking asshole, making her shudder and moan with pleasure. Her reactions to his rimjob were intoxicatingly rewarding to the warlock and egged him on to lick Shayla's docile crinkled sphincter with increasing gusto. Jadrik was thrilled by the way his amazing slut convulsed in ecstasy under his analingual ministrations, and he absolutely loved the feel of her spit-drenched butthole spasming around his tongue, nibbling at him like a tiny hungry mouth begging to be fed and filled full of dickmeat.




The Warlock & The Wizardess Ch. 08



Despite her urgency to get sodomized, the wizardess couldn't deny herself the mind-blowing pleasure of getting both her holes licked at the same time. As much as she wanted to get her tight little asshole stretched out and stuffed to bursting by her lover's big cock, the thrilling sensation caused by his butt-probing tongue pushing into her tingling backdoor while at the same time Laeny feasted on her clit and labia like a crazed demoness felt just too delightful to interrupt. 

 Eventually though, after cumming hard with Jadrik's tongue poking and wiggling inside her spittle-coated anus while her gushing pussy bathed the elf's incredible mouth in girl-cum, Shayla allowed herself to stop that combined oral stimulation to ask for something else, something more.

 "Oohh fuck, that was amazing!" the wizardess panted, slumping down onto Laeny's lithe body until her face was resting on the soft, hairless mound of the huntress's cock-stuffed pussy. "My asshole is so tingly... I want your big cock inside me, Jad! Come on, fuck my ass now, I need it so bad!" 

 Breathless with excitement, the warlock poured an abundant dose of lubricating salve straight onto the wizardess's pulsating, saliva-glossy little orifice. While he dutifully lathered his already spittle-shiny boner in gooey ointment with his left hand, Jadrik circled the forefinger of his right hand all around Shayla's lovely pink rosebud, massaging her tender pucker and further mollifying her willing butt-ring until he could effortlessly slip one digit inside her warm, tight asshole. 

 As the warlock slowly masturbated her tiny forbidden hole, coating her pliant anal passage with dribbles and dollops of unguent in the process, the wizardess squirmed all over, wiggling her luscious bubble-butt and grinding her hot pussy on Laeny's nectar-drenched face.

 "You like that, my slut?" Jadrik asked as he gently wormed his middle finger into Shayla's welcoming anus and started sawing it in and out along with his forefinger. His eyes were glued to the elastic ring of her sphincter dilating docilely around his probing, slippery digits as he kept up his teasing. "I bet you can't wait to feel something bigger, longer and harder than my fingers in your ass... Isn't that right, Shay?"

 "Uuuhh fuck, yes!" she replied, trembling and rocking back and forth, forcing her sumptuous bubble-butt to meet Jadrik's long ass-delving fingers, wailing out her irrepressible desire to get her receptive hiney-hole thoroughly filled. "I'm ready for your cock... Give me more! Mooore, Jad, I need iiit!" 

 Maddened with arousal by his protracted preparations and further turned on by the intoxicating sound of his voice when he called her his slut, Shayla felt like she would explode from the sheer overpowering intensity of her craving to feel Jadrik's dick stuffed deep in her rectum. Despite the gratifying waves of pleasure radiating from her well-licked pussy and the delightful feel of the warlock's greased up digits slowly finger-fucking her ass, she knew that nothing would truly satisfy her at that moment except for a hard, passionate buttfuck with him. 

 The nectar-squishy sounds of Uli's relentless cunt-stuffing tool pistoning in and out of Laentharyel's dripping slit right under her nose only increased Shayla's horniness even more. As Jadrik's oily fingers twirled and pumped and dilated her snug butthole, the wizardess couldn't help but give the elf's budding clit a swift suckling kiss before looking back over her shoulder to lock gazes with her lover and beg him yet again. 

 "Give me your cock, Jad!" Shayla whimpered throatily, wild with anticipation. "Fuck my ass right now, I'm going crazy here! Please, baby, fuck your buttslut in her horny little asshole... Pleeease!"

 "As you wish, my sweet naughty slut..." Jadrik purred with a grin, slipping his fingers out of Shayla's ass and grabbing her plump beautiful buttcheeks in his hands to splay them nicely open. 

 Her well-prepared, slightly gaping sphincter was already starting to shrink closed on itself when the warlock swiftly lined up his raging boner with the wizardess's pink little asshole and pushed, wedging the very tip of his glans within the hot grip of her soft, twitching butt-ring.

 "Oohh fuck yes! Stick it in me, Jad, fill my ass with your cock!" Shayla cooed as she felt her snug slippery asshole dilating around Jadrik's fat mushroom head. 

 Her tender blooming rosebud pulsed and clenched for a moment, straining to accommodate the warlock's big butt-poking knob, but it quickly yielded, letting him slide inside her anus, trapping his whole spongy glans within her warm tightness. Feeling him stop, refusing to wait any more, the wanton wizardess egged her lover on, knowing she could take him.

 "Just give it to me, Jad, push your cock all the way inside me! I want to feel you deep in my ass!"

 Plunging her face down on Laeny's dick-filled pussy, Shayla relaxed her anal muscles completely, surrendering her tiniest, most intimate orifice to Jadrik's invading hardness. Sure that he would treat her forbidden little hole well, as he always did, the wizardess wiggled her fabulous bubble-butt and rocked back, forcing her clingy cock-stretched sphincter to slip over the warlock's boner, gobbling more of his length into her snug, thoroughly lubed backdoor. 

 At that sight, witnessing her eagerness and sure of her readiness, high on lust and affection for his amazing slut, Jadrik dug his fingers into Shayla's round bouncy buttcheeks and started pushing himself into her ass. 

 Jamming his boner into her tight greasy anus with shallow and gentle strokes, Jadrik kept Shayla's reactions in check all the while as he watched her pink dilated butt-ring swallowing inch after thick inch of his cock. Carefully but persistently, the warlock eased his rigid pole into the wizardess's oily asshole with practiced patience, letting her adjust, so that they could both enjoy their sodomy in full. Loving every second he spent delving into the deepest depths of her ass, Jadrik moaned ecstatically as he savored the way Shayla's slick, smooth anal walls gradually opened up for him and allowed him unconditional access to the warm, dick-hugging tightness of her rectum. 

 Predictably, the wizardess's willingness and horniness, combined with Laeny's cunt-pleasing mouth, allowed Shayla to stay absolutely relaxed while her devoted assfucker packed her glorious bubble-butt full of his hard, throbbing cockmeat. As if that wasn't enough, Shayla had gotten completely absorbed in her own clit-suckling attentions on the elf's overexcited nub, which offered a delightful distraction and helped preventing her slippery little asshole from cramping up around the warlock's relentless sodomizing tool.

 By the time Jadrik's groin bumped into Shayla's pillowy rump and his cock was buried balls-deep inside the snug steamy sheath of her rectum, Uli was ramming his large shaft into Laeny's pussy with such powerful jarring thrusts that the wizardess had trouble keeping her mouth clamped onto the elf's pulsating clit. 

 Mere moments after the warlock bottomed out inside his slut's exquisitely tight asshole, the beefy warrior bellowed out his climax and blasted a geyser of dense cum deep inside the huntress's enveloping slit, inundating her womb with potent dwarven seed. Laentharyel's soft vaginal walls massaged Uli's robust pole amazingly as the elf came too, squealing her pleasure into Shayla's dewy folds. 

 As they often did, the orgasmic ripples coursing through the huntress's pussy and her awesome natural tightness managed to keep the dwarf hard inside her. Insatiably horny for the beautiful elf's little slit, Uli paused just for a few seconds as he emptied himself completely into her hot silky soft tunnel, then he resumed fucking the pointy-eared girl all over again. 

 As Uli pumped his fat rod in and out of Laentharyel's cum-sloppy honey pot with undeterred furor, rivulets of dwarven semen started escaping the huntress's sperm-flooded passage, squelching out at his every ramming thrust. Though woozy with pleasure from the feel of having her twitching asshole stretched out around Jadrik's veiny dickmeat while he was stuffed from tip to root inside her rippling rectum, Shayla didn't fail to notice the milky droplets oozing out of the elf's puffy little slit.

 Burning up with delicious lust and high on anal bliss, the wizardess simply couldn't resist that lewdly inviting display. Before she even knew it, Shayla's tongue had left Laeny's clit and was busy scooping up every last trace of cum in sight, her pleasure-foggy eyes glinting with desire as they greedily followed each new gooey dribble of Uli's spunk overflowing the elf's swollen pussy. 

 Holding her amazing bubble-butt possessively in his hands and staying perfectly still with his cock buried to the hilt inside Shayla's quickly adapting anus, Jadrik was pleased to see the wizardess's tongue swiping all over Laeny's split labia and voraciously slurping up Uli's cum. All the while, the warrior's slimy thickness kept pistoning in and out of the huntress's tender slit, dragging out thick globs of dwarven seed at each pass and making the elf coo wetly into the wizardess's pussy. 

 Stirring Shayla's warm dick-tugging rectum with his fully engulfed length, flexing his boner excitedly within the unique snugness of her anal tunnel, Jadrik grinned in lecherous assent as he watched his adored slut's luscious mouth sucking away on the elf's slit and the dwarf's pole to scoop up as much of Uli's dense oozing ejaculate as possible. 

 Egged on by that debauched spectacle, sure that Shayla was as ready as she would ever be, the warlock took a deep breath and slowly withdrew a few inches of his stiff cock from the wizardess's anal sheath only to push back into her slick, warm tightness soon after. Both Jadrik and Shayla moaned as he filled her rectum totally full again and began pulling out once more, starting to fuck her beautiful ass for real. 

 After some slow, deliberate butt-stretching strokes that caused the both of them to grunt and pant with shared anal bliss, Jadrik gradually picked up his sodomizing pace. The way Shayla's cock-hugging anus accepted him with increasing ease at each pass made the warlock so rabidly horny that he was soon mounting the wizardess's incredible bubble-butt with deep energetic thrusts, shaking with pleasure as he repeatedly immersed himself in the gripping, slippery tightness of her rectum. 

 As he passionately made love to her ass, Jadrik tried to match the pace at which he sawed his raging boner in and out of Shayla's butthole with the relaxing and contracting phases of her velvety smooth anal walls. Syncing almost effortlessly, managing to attune to one another even while engaged in a heated group sex session with Laeny and Uli, the warlock and the wizardess easily got into a shared buttfucking rhythm. 

 While her mouth sucked alternatingly on the elf's pussy and the dwarf's cock, Shayla never missed a beat as she kept up with Jadrik's lustful ass-plowing pace. Instinctively focused on their sodomy despite all the other delicious distractions available around her, the wizardess flawlessly massaged her lover's butt-stretching boner with needy anal suctions at his every gliding out-stroke while surrendering herself completely to him at each plunging, rectum-cramming in-stroke.

 Kneading and caressing the round bouncy plumpness of her majestic bubble-butt as he kept fervently riding her rump, Jadrik was unable to remove his eyes from the pink dilated ring of Shayla's asshole. As his throbbing length entered and reentered her clingy cock-gobbling orifice, the warlock found himself mumbling random words of adoration for his incredible buttslut, all the while jamming himself harder and faster and deeper inside her cozy rectum, over and over again.

 With Laeny devouring her clit and amplifying the sizzling sparks of anal pleasure radiating from her dick-stuffed asshole, Shayla was in a permanent state of sensuous exhilaration. Just watching her writhe in orgasm after rolling orgasm caused Jadrik's cock to flex and swell, making him even harder and bigger inside her slick rippling rectum, if that was even possible. Plowing Shayla's tight little butthole was always heavenly in itself, but the wizardess's evident enjoyment of their intense sodomy made it even more amazing, fueling Jadrik's lust for her ass to incendiary proportions. 

 Shayla's hot twitching anus was milking his cock so fabulously and her cunt-muffled moans of climax were so erotic that soon Jadrik just couldn't help but start sodomizing her even more vigorously. Picking up speed at each booty-plundering pass, the warlock reamed the wizardess's snug slippery sphincter so wildly that he felt his ejaculation getting closer and closer every time he buried himself balls-deep in her epic bubble-butt. After a while, knowing he couldn't hold back much longer, Jadrik let his anal frenzy take over completely and just hammered away at his adored slut's amazing ass, rushing to his climax.

 "Aahhh fuck, Shay... I'm gonna cum..." the warlock grunted as he slammed his boner as deep inside the wizardess's cock-squeezing anal depths as it would go, again and again and again, in a final ass-wrecking assault. 

 As Shayla's pillowy buttcheeks jiggled mouth-wateringly at his every pounding impact and her whole curvy body writhed in delight underneath him, Jadrik rammed his aching hardness one last time inside her greedy asshole, thrusting balls-deep into her anus with all he had and pressing his groin into her soft cushiony rump. Ecstatically dizzy, feeling his sperm surge along his throbbing length as her velvety anal walls wrapped him from tip to root in their smooth caressing tightness, Jadrik yelled out over Shayla's cunt-muffled moans and came explosively inside her epic ass, flooding her rectum with a torrential spray of his thick seed.

 "Oohh fuck, I'm cumming! Arghh yeesss... Take my cum, Shaaaay... Aahh I love your ass!" 

 The warlock's head was spinning from the intensity of his massive ejaculation and his digits dug possessively into the juicy plumpness of the wizardess's dick-skewered bubble-butt as he kept growling in release and pumping her anal tunnel full of jetting semen. 

 The incomparable feel of getting her buttery bowels sprayed with a deluge of Jadrik's potent sperm triggered Shayla's umpteenth climax, her most intense one yet. A gigantic orgasmic tremor reverberated throughout the wizardess's pleasure-saturated frame and radiated outward from her wonderfully cock-stuffed and deliciously cum-filled asshole, taking her breath away and forcing a long throaty scream to escape her nectar-glossy lips. Shayla's vision faded to a flash of blissful white as her buzzing ears barely heard her own gasped, rapturous mewls. 

 "Uuhh yeaahh, babyyy! Aahhh cum inside meeee... Oohh Jad, yeesss! Fill my aaaass!"

 Egged on by the erotic sight of his friends' spectacular and almost simultaneous anal climax, Uli fucked Laeny's sweet little pussy with savage might. The dwarf was pounding the elf's honey pot with such furor that, except for the wonderful feel of Jadrik's shaft pulsating in her ass and inundating her deepest depths with soothing cum, the only other sensations that filtered through the haze of Shayla's breath-taking climax were the squelching, clapping impacts of Uli's groin bumping incessantly into Laeny's hairless, drooling slit.

 When Shayla's crashing orgasm faded and she managed to reopen her eyes, her face was lying sideways on the huntress's smooth flat tummy. The sense of perfect fullness inside her cock-crammed anus was amplified by the feel of her lover's creamy seed squelching and squishing deep within her anal tunnel. Humming in slutty delight, the wizardess looked groggily over her shoulder to see her devoted ass-worshiping lover staring right into her clouded blue eyes. 

 "Hey there, my amazing slut!" Jadrik said, smiling and panting as he knelt behind her with his hands still covetously cupping the plump, smooth globes of her bubble-butt.

 Purring huskily, the wizardess happily basked in the feel of the warlock's long fingers caressing and fondling her asscheeks with palpable adoration. Still, as much as she was thrilled by his touch and by the unique stuffing sensation caused by his fully buried cock embedded deep in her cum-slick rectum, Shayla still hungered for wilder, hotter action.

 "Mmh... Hey yourself, my lazy buttfucker..." Shayla teasingly snickered back at the warlock while she lasciviously clenched and unclenched her sperm-coated anal walls around his chubby length. 

 "Lazy?!" Jadrik chuckled, knowingly grinning at his incomparable slut. 

 Shayla's sultry, teasing tone clearly told the warlock where her mock-accusation was headed. His suspicions were confirmed by the amazing anal suctions with which she was squeezing him, as if she was giving him a sloppy deep-throating blowjob with her ass, keeping him hard and getting him turned on like crazy all over again. 

 "Are you accusing me of not assfucking you with sufficient ardor, my insatiable buttslut?"

 "Uh-hu, that's right! I am accusing you of not fucking my ass nearly as much as you should, Jad..." Shayla giggled back at Jadrik. 

 Milking his recuperating cock within her snug warm butthole like the true anal queen she was, the wizardess attempted to sound stern as she rebuked her lover. She failed, however, pleasure-mellow and intimately attached to him as she was. 

 "You know, Jad, the needs of your buttslut are very, very deep... This ass you always claim to adore is very demanding and high-maintenance, so to speak. Anything you wanna do about it?"

 "Oh, yes!" the warlock snickered, amazed and insanely aroused by Shayla's unbound sexiness. "I've got a pretty clear idea of what I'm gonna do about it..."

 A huge radiant smile danced on Shayla's lips and a long contented sigh escaped her slack mouth as Jadrik's veiny cockmeat started sliding out of her ass and then surging back in, then out and in again, as he once again set about the mutually satisfying task of stretching her seed-slippery, dick-milking sphincter. Helped by the ungodly amount of sperm he had just unloaded inside her steamy bowels, the warlock mounted the wizardess's magnificently round bubble-butt with all he had, setting a sustained ass-reaming rhythm from the very start. 

 As Jadrik devotedly plowed her snug cum-lubed rectum again, Shayla resumed sucking sloppily on Laeny's pussy and Uli's pole alternatively, while the dwarf kept relentlessly ramming his rock-hard pole inside the huntress's tight slit. The wizardess moaned incessantly as she lapped up her friends' combined juices, driven crazy with pleasure by Jadrik's butt-plugging thrusts and by the elf's persistent clit-munching attentions.

 Immersed in the peaceful tranquility of the woods, the companions fucked and sucked with abandon for long, pleasure-infused minutes. As the guys' ass-stuffing and cunt-jamming cocks pounded away into their bodies, the girls came almost incessantly on one another's mouth. All the while, as they enjoyed the taste of the other's sweet pussy juices and liberally gave away their own overflowing nectar, Shayla and Laeny kept eagerly enveloping the warlock's big boner and the warrior's beefy pole within their needy, quivering holes.

 Eventually, after Uli shot another massive wad of dwarven spunk into Laentharyel's snug elven pussy and Jadrik unloaded more of his abundant cum deep inside Shayla's incredible ass, the foursome's devouring passion started to abate, allowing the companions to regain some semblance of rationality after their delicious ride into the realms of pure undiluted lust.

 Panting and sighing, still high on her latest mind-blowing anal climax, Shayla was alternatingly licking Uli's deflating but still massively large cock and Laeny's swollen cum-oozing pussy when she felt Jadrik begin to stir from his momentary post-orgasmic absence. 




The Warlock & The Wizardess Ch. 08



Wiped out by his second epic ejaculation inside her tight dick-squeezing asshole, the warlock was draped over the wizardess's arched back, huffing in joyous exhaustion as he held tight to his adored slut's voluptuous frame. With his arms encircling her soft curvy body and his hands cupping her huge heavy tits, Jadrik just stayed there like that for a bit, resting his head on Shayla's neck and absentmindedly peppering her neck with kisses, making them both purr contentedly while they gloried in the aftershocks of their passionate anal coupling. 

 After a while, gulping down big lungfuls of air as he emerged from his blissful afterglow, the warlock felt strong enough to shift from his cuddling embrace. Straightening up on his knees, Jadrik surprised Shayla as he unexpectedly slipped his softening dick from her dilated, seed-smeared asshole. 

 As the warlock's fat glans escaped her tender gripping butt-ring with a squishy pop, the wizardess couldn't repress a mewl of protest at the sad empty feel inside her rippling, insatiable rectum. The sensation of Jadrik's two massive loads of cum still sloshing inside her bowels mitigated the sudden absence of his ass-stretching dick somehow, but it was far from enough. The lewd need to feel her devoted buttfucker crammed deep in her ass made Shayla sigh unhappily.

 "Aww nooo, Jad..." the wizardess sulked as she turned to look over her shoulder, depriving both Uli's cock and Laeny's slit of her suckling mouth, thus causing both the elf and the dwarf to groan their disappointment in turn. "You know I don't like it when you leave my asshole all empty like that! I love feeling your cock in my ass so much..."

 The wizardess's half-innocent and half-devilish pout almost made the warlock change his mind and slip his plump shaft back inside her gaping, sperm-sloppy anus. Shaking his head to resist Shayla's adorably sulking face and the obscenely beautiful sight of her distended, seed-leaking reddened sphincter, Jadrik sighed and got to his feet. Standing on wobbly legs, the warlock put on his pants and donned his black robes as he spoke.

 "Believe me, Shay, I am truly sorry to leave you like this," he said, meaning every word, "and I swear I'll make it up to you as soon as possible. But I really have to go now."

 "Och! Are ye daft, lad?!" Uli grumbled, raising his bushy eyebrows in perplexity as he squinted at the warlock. "Where else would ye rather be than deep inside that big meaty arse?!"

 "Nowhere, of course," Jadrik replied, dead serious and stupefied that anyone would ever seriously ask him that sort of absurd question, let alone someone who knew him as well as Uli did. "I adore Shayla's ass, completely. I'd never stop fucking her tight little asshole, ever, if I could."

 "So why are you getting dressed?" Shayla inquired, her brow furrowed in doubt, the shadow of an idea about the warlock's unusual behavior already forming in her mind. 

 Unable to repress an evil grin, the warlock confessed: "Well, I need to run back to camp before good old Al wakes up. I want to douse him in healing potions while he's passed out, so when he wakes up I can torment him and call him a hypocrite for getting cured by 'evil soulless alchemy' instead of divine intervention and prayers! That's gonna piss him off so much, don't you think?"

 Shayla just slowly blinked her eyes in response, staring in disbelief at a wickedly snickering Jadrik. Before she could say anything, the warlock was already talking again, briskly taking his leave.

 "Alright, then. I gotta go before that moron wakes up. See you guys in a bit!"

 As the warlock bounded away, laughing wickedly as he disappeared from sight, Shayla rolled off of Laeny's face and lay on her side on the lush grass, leaning on her elbow with her head resting in her hand. Sighing, she shrugged and mumbled in resignation: "Well, I guess that does make some kind of sense, in a very distorted and Jadriky way..."

 "Pheeew!" Laentharyel exhaled as she sat up and propped herself on the wizardess's round rump for support. "I thought I would die there, suffocated by your juicy pussy, Shayla!"

 "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry!" the wizardess said, caressing Laeny's face and planting a gentle kiss on her nectar-glossy mouth. "I thought you were fine. You never stopped eating me out for a second, so..." 

 "Don't worry, I'm just kidding. I was totally fine!" Laeny said brightly in her singsong voice, smiling widely. After placing a long wet smooch on the wizardess's tumid lips, the elf added in a slow, sexy tone: "You know I can never get enough of your pussy, Shayla." 

 As the girls laughed and traded soft yet passionate kisses, tasting their own pussy nectar on the other's mouth, Uli chuckled and positioned himself right behind Shayla. With his large juice-shiny pole flexing excitedly as he took in the lesbian make out session unfolding before him, the dwarf lay his coarse ham-sized hands on the plump globes of the wizardess's bouncy bubble-butt. 

 "So, now that the lad is busy elsewhere..." Uli suggestively rumbled, fondling Shayla's fleshy asscheeks and crouching over her protruding rump. "What'd ye say, lass? Want me to fill that void in her bumhole for ye?"

 Snorting as she broke her lip-lock with Laeny to turn and look at the stocky warrior, Shayla said: "Yeah, right... Nice try, Uli, but the answer is still no." 

 Wagging her finger at the burly dwarf, arching a thin eyebrow in reproach, the wizardess went on, only half-joking: "You know that my ass belongs to Jad. Nobody fucks my tight little asshole except him."

 "Aye, I know... That's the special hole for ye two lovebirds, I get it!" the beefy warrior guffawed, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Still, ye can't blame a dwarf for trying, can ye?" 

 "I guess so," the wizardess conceded amiably, though her tone remained quite serious, "but Jad's is the only cock that has ever been inside my butthole, and I want to keep it that way. He is the only one I want in my ass, just him and no one else," she concluded, meaning every word. 

 Then, as her expression relaxed into a playful smile and she sat up on her knees facing the dwarf, making her big jutting tits jiggle mouth-wateringly, Shayla added in a mischievous tone: "But since we're still here and you're still kinda hard... How about I suck your cock clean while Laeny licks Jad's cum out of my ass? Are you up for it, sweetie? I could really use your amazing tongue on my poor little asshole right now..."

 "Of course," the elf nodded eagerly, tucking her flowing blonde tresses behind her long pointy ears and already positioning herself behind the wizardess's majestic bubble-butt. "I always like licking you, Shayla. And if there's cum involved, that's even better!"

 Before he could even utter his obvious assent, Uli was moaning and panting as he enjoyed the feel of the wizardess's warm wet mouth slowly inhaling his chubby, obscenely wide tool into the depths of her slick, constricting oral cavity. Within moments of swallowing his entire broad pole balls-deep inside her experienced gullet, Shayla started bobbing her beautiful flushed face on the warrior's mouth-cramming cock, humming contentedly as she treated him to one of her trademark sloppy, deep-throating blowjobs. 

 Uli's grunts grew in intensity and volume as the busty wizardess's skilled lips glided smoothly up and down along his robust boner in a fluid, hungry fellating rhythm. Still, as much as he loved watching his stiff dickmeat disappear inside Shayla's pouty cocksucking mouth over and over again, the dwarf was pleasantly distracted by the lewd wet sounds that Laentharyel was making as she lapped and slurped up the rivulets of cum overflowing the wizardess's twitching, slowly shrinking butt-ring. 

 A big smile was hidden beneath Uli's scruffy mustache while his flinty gray eyes took in the spectacle of Laeny's graceful, delicately sculpted face pressed between Shayla's sumptuous round asscheeks. The dwarf was entranced by the sight of the huntress's wiggling tongue working avidly on the wizardess's distended sperm-coated sphincter, determinedly trying to catch all the dribbles of cum escaping her well-fucked anus. 

 The elf's naughty sexual willingness combined and somewhat contrasting with her elegant spellbinding beauty represented such an arousing mixture for Uli that he couldn't help but voice his thoughts about Laeny. 

 "Where in the Thousand Hells have ye been all these centuries, ye sexy pointy-eared bitch..." Uli muttered, as fondly as could be expect by a dwarf warrior talking about an elf huntress. 

 His long sigh of longing soon morphed into a lustful growl though, as an intense slurping suction on his cock made Uli's gaze turn to Shayla's incredible mouth wrapped firmly around his wide shaft. 

 "Aahh aye, that's it, lass... Suck me like that!" the warrior grunted in pleasure, reaching down to part Shayla's juicy plump buttcheeks, thus giving Laeny better access to the wizardess's seed-oozing asshole. 

 The bright yet impish smile that the elf flashed him to silently thank him before she continued her devouring rimjob sent a thrill down Uli's spine, making his fat boner buck with joy deep inside Shayla's dick-gobbling throat. 

 "Aaachh, ayeee... That's just grrrreat!"



*****

 Understandably, the following day Aldarius was in no mood to discuss religion with Jadrik, but the warlock didn't mind. 

 His head was full of happy memories revolving around cackling imps and floppy troll penises and stupid paladins screaming like frightened little girls. Grinning from ear to ear all day long, Jadrik felt no need to molest poor sulking Al any further. For the time being, at least. 

 Only in the late afternoon did the warlock snap out of his personal bubble of dark twisted joy, when, after cresting yet another wooded hill, they sighted the craggy vale that led to the Chapel of Red Spires, the ultimate goal of their quest. Looking like an incongruous, misplaced scar made of orange stone in the middle of the otherwise lush and verdant woods, the barren canyon-like valley that the companions were bound to travel stood right before their eyes, signifying the approximation of their journey's end. 

 "Uh, fancy that," Jadrik mused, scanning the bare rock-strewn valley from within the shadows of his hood, "we're almost there..." 



*****

 To be continued...



The Warlock & The Wizardess Ch. 09



Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex and group sex, so be warned in case you're not into that sort of stuff. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them! Enjoy!

This chapter picks up exactly where the previous one ended, so it's best to read that first.



*****

Understandably, the following day Aldarius was in no mood to discuss religion with Jadrik, but the warlock didn't mind. 

His head was full of happy memories revolving around cackling imps and floppy troll penises and stupid paladins screaming like frightened little girls. Grinning from ear to ear all day long, evilly yet truly happy, Jadrik felt no need to molest poor sulking Al any further. For the time being, at least. 

Only in the late afternoon did the warlock snap out of his personal bubble of dark twisted joy, when, after cresting yet another wooded hill, they sighted the craggy vale that led to the Chapel of Red Spires, the ultimate goal of their quest. Looking like an incongruous, misplaced scar made of orange stone in the middle of the otherwise lush and verdant woods, the barren canyon-like valley that the companions were bound to travel stood right before their eyes, signifying the approximation of their journey's end. 

"Uh, fancy that," Jadrik mused, scanning the bare rock-strewn valley from within the shadows of his hood, "we're almost there..." 

Overruling Aldarius's fanatical suggestion to rush ahead there and then, the companions chose to head back into the woods and set up camp for the night instead, preferring to rest and then scout the terrain the following morning after some planning and preparation. 

Once the rabbits that Laeny had caught earlier that afternoon were cooked into a fine stew, and after Jadrik spiked Aldarius's portion with a generous dose of knockout serum, the companions gathered around the campfire to chat and relax. Feeling in the mood for some quality beer and fine storytelling, Uli produced his treasured self-refilling drinking horn from his backpack and began telling one of his favorite tales: the legend of Zipfnir, the Alefather.

Addressing Laeny yet staring dreamily into the crackling fire, stroking the long twin braids of his red beard with one hand while taking large swigs from the horn he held in the other ham-sized fist, Uli began speaking.

"Ye see, lassie, the Alefather that I always call upon is Zipfnir, the dwarven God of Inebriation. He is the mythical ancestor that gave my people beer and ale, and infused us with a strong and serious passion for alcohol. As ye can imagine, we venerate him any time we can by partaking of his gifts!" 

To stress his point, the dwarf raised his drinking horn in a silent toast and then guzzled down a few avid gulps, drenching his beard in frothy foam. Smiling under his beer-soaked mustache as he appreciatively smacked his lips, Uli took a moment to lovingly admire the horn. 

Despite its plain and ordinary appearance, what the warrior held in his beefy hand was the fabled Horn of Karkaduss, an ancient relic hallowed among dwarfdom. According to legend, it had been crafted from the very horn of the Alefather's own riding ram. Beside its major religious and cultural significance, the horn was especially coveted by dwarves because of its unique magical ability to refill itself automatically at the imbiber's will with a beer of his or her choosing. 

Uli had found the Horn of Karkaduss by mere chance inside a nondescript coffer full of ancient and mostly worthless trinkets while he was raiding yet another undead-infested dungeon with Jadrik, hunting for necromantic books. Such an unexpected and impossibly lucky find caused Uli unspeakable joy at first, soon followed by a deep and stubborn paranoia revolving around the possibility of being deprived of that priceless treasure. 

Obsessively attached to the self-refilling artifact, Uli developed a nagging fear that some other dwarf might find out that he owned the legendary Horn of Karkaduss. To prevent such news from spreading, careful to avoid any risk of having to face thieves and rogues and scoundrels of all sorts who might attempt to steal the horn from him, Uli never used the relic in any public place, ever, no matter how much he ached to have a drink of its delicious brews. 

Such determined and unbending cautiousness forced the burly warrior to make do with low quality beer in cheap inns and taverns most of the time, but he considered it a price worth paying for the ownership of the precious, irreplaceable artifact. Still, his paranoia notwithstanding, Uli had to admit that a campfire deep into the woods in the middle of nowhere was a safe enough environment to enjoy a few gallons of tasty, god-touched ale for a change. 

After quaffing a dozen more long noisy swallows, Uli was ready to resume his tale. Licking the suds off his mustache, already about to evoke the glorious deeds of Zipfnir, the dwarf suddenly turned to the slim huntress and handed her the enchanted horn, rumbling out something between an invitation and an apology.

"I'm sorry, lassie, I didn't even offer ye a sip yet! Here, have at it: it's a deep red bubbly triple malt, thick and strong like a dwarf maiden's thighs!"

"Eww, no! Dwarven beer and thighs too?! That's so gross!" Laeny squealed, her breathtakingly beautiful, perfectly sculpted face remaining gorgeous even as it expressed disgust. "And please don't call me 'lassie' all the time," the elf added in her singsong voice, training her slanted green eyes on Uli. "I mean, it feels weird... 'Lassie' is way too dwarfish." 

The warrior chuckled at that. "Aye, ye're right, it is. But I like calling ye 'lassie', that's affectionate," he said elbowing Laeny complicitly, "and ye do like my affectionate moments, don't ye?" 

Rolling her eyes yet giggling, unable to deny the truth of Uli's allusive words, the elf attempted to resumed her gracious stillness, failing. Uli's beard-hidden lips curled up in a knowing grin. Despite her faraway look and the way she held her back straight and hugged her knees to her chest as she sat by the fire, the dwarf could see the alabaster skin of Laentharyel's cheeks getting rosier by the second. 

No matter how hard she tried to maintain her elven composure, the huntress couldn't seem to stop wriggling in place and shaking her head nervously, making her long blonde tresses ripple across her delicate shoulders. Her squirming fits were clearly becoming more intense and more frequent by the moment, and Laeny simply couldn't help but rub her thighs together to give her itchy pussy and overcharged clit some much needed reprieve. 

Of course, Uli knew, soon she would do way more than squirm and try to placate the tide of passion rising inside her, and he couldn't wait for her to succumb to yet another bout of alchemically induced lust.

The dwarf's flinty gray eyes were fixated on Laeny with such intensity that he could almost see through her light top and her tight-fitting trousers. Picturing in his mind the elf's pointy perky breasts and long supple legs along with the rest of her perfect lithe body, Uli nodded his head and chuckled, already savoring the imminent transformation that would turn the graceful huntress into a cock-starved whore. Feeling his thick pole start to stiffen under his kilt, the warrior tried to focus on his story again, to let the minutes pass faster. 

"Anyway," Uli resumed after downing another healthy mouthful from the Horn of Karkaduss, "our legends tell that all the types of ale and beer we have nowadays are variants of the five primordial brews born of the joining between Zipfnir, the Alefather, with his five divine consorts, the revered Beermothers. To this day, each Beermother is associated with one of the five traditional dwarven brews: the Pale One, the Golden One, the Amber One, the Fiery One and the Dark One. Now, there's still some discussion about the Beermothers, ye see, what with the old texts being incomplete and, well, sort of sketchy here and there. Most monks of Zipfnir and brewmasters today think that the Beermothers were just the Alefather's wives, but a few think that they were his daughters instead. If ye ask me personally, I'd say that..."

A deep sigh from across the campfire, followed by a snort of annoyance, interrupted the dwarf's theological dissertation. "For the love of the Gods, Uli," Shayla snapped, "enough already!" 

The wizardess's jet black hair shone in the orange radiance of the fire and her deep blue eyes were vivid with their characteristic feisty glint as she leaned forward to throw another stick into the flames. Her sudden movement almost made her huge boobs spill out of her plunging neckline, and, as she sat back, her ample jugs still swayed and wobbled enticingly within the confines of her figure-hugging azure tunic. 

"We've heard the story of your drunken, raunchy beer god humping his even drunker and raunchier wives a thousand times, Uli," Shayla went on, eying the dwarf with undisguised boredom. "It's just a creation myth, and not a particularly interesting or original one at that..."

"Oi! Careful there, lass!" Uli bristled, the intended sternness of his reproach getting somewhat dampened by the distracting effect that the wizardess's luscious, nicely exposed cleavage had on him, magnetizing his gaze even as he tried to look Shayla in the eye and stare her down. "Watch yer mouth when ye talk about the Alefather, lass! It's my religion, ye know, and Laeny here never heard this tale before!" 

"It's not such an uninteresting legend, actually," Jadrik interjected with a snicker, sitting closer to the wizardess. "I, for one, am quite a fan of the Alefather's chronicles." 

The warlock's pale, hollowed visage was mostly hidden under the hood of his black robes, which he held wrapped tightly around his thin frame to fend off the night's chill, but the grin on his lips was clearly visible as he went on. 

"I'm not sure if the Beermothers really were Zipfnir's daughters or just his wives, since the texts are indeed all pretty obscure and ambiguous about it, but it's clear that they were all sisters. Either way, great job nailing the bunch of them, Alefather! I don't know of any other legendary ancestor of any other race who could handle five horny women all at once and still find the time to distill beer!" Jadrik concluded, chuckling and nodding at Uli, who raised his horn and hooted in appreciation of the warlock's praise to his god before drinking a huge celebratory gulp of magically conjured beer.

"See lass," the dwarf said half-rebukingly and half-affectionately, arching his bushy eyebrows as he met Shayla's gaze, "that's proper respect! The lad may be a sickly, scrawny, godless human with not an ounce of muscle on him, beside the one between his legs maybe, but he knows his dwarven lore at least!"

Tilting his head musingly as he thought about the legend in question, Jadrik added: "I've got to admit, I really like that part of the story where the naughty red-haired sister and the big-titted blonde one go to the brewery, probably to do the nasty together, based on the allusive subtext, and..."

"Oh, aye!" Uli intervened, his eyes glittering with excitement. "And once they get there they..."

"...they catch Zipfnir fucking their older sister in the ass, the bitchy, busty dark-haired one with the epic bubble-butt!" Jadrik continued vehemently, getting into the story. "That's such a great scene, when the redhead and the blonde see him and the brunette doing it, and she's bent over a barrel and he's holding her by her black hair, pushing her head down in a vat of sudsy ale, and she's chugging away while he rams his fat cock hard and deep into that round juicy ass of hers and then..."

"Yeah yeah, Jad, of course..." Shayla cut in, rolling her eyes at the warlock while scooting even closer to him, brushing her ample chest against his side. Meeting Jadrik's smirking gaze and smiling enticingly at him, the wizardess purred: "I had no doubt that the buttfucking part would be your favorite!" 

As she spoke, the wizardess did not offer any resistance as she felt the warlock's long-fingered hand slowly tracing her back, moving lower and lower to finally rest on the plump, protruding curve of her ass. Cooing as her lover wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer into a tight embrace, Shayla wiggled her round rump into Jadrik's fondling hand, feeling pleasantly flustered as he began caressing her juicy booty through her tunic. 

"Of course it's my favorite part!" Jadrik snickered as he squeezed the fleshy plumpness of the wizardess's buttcheeks with one hand while cupping her chin with the other. "After all, I'm an ass man. And just so we're clear, that's mostly your fault, my sweet slut." 

As the wizardess laughed and leaned in to kiss the grinning warlock, initiating a languid make out session, Uli turned to the slim elf sitting beside him and tried to resume his story. 

"So, lassie, as I was saying..." 

"Oooh, Blessed Stars!" Laentharyel screeched, interrupting the dwarf. "I think... Aahhh it's happening again! My sacred well is so wet and hot... It tingles so much, I need... Owwhh, Goddess help meeehh..."

Watching the graceful, effortlessly beautiful elf shake and shiver under a fit of irrepressible carnal desire was almost as arousing to Uli as hearing her call her pussy her 'sacred well'. That specific detail, that last shred of verbal composure, seemed especially exciting because the dwarf knew that, very soon, Laeny would be past any form of restraint and she would willingly act and talk like a cheap dick-hungry whore. 

As expected, within moments Laentharyel reached one hand between her thighs and rubbed it on the crotch of her trousers while with the other she started tweaking her long, engorged nipples through her light blouse. The huntress's lustrous green eyes zeroed in on the warrior's tenting kilt as Uli teasingly asked: "Ye want some help, lassie? Because if ye need it, I've got a thick hard slab of dwarven cockmeat all for ye right here..."

"Yes, oohh yeees!" Laeny sighed, licking her cherry-hued lips as her slanted, unfocused eyes glinted with lust in the glow of the campfire. Without a second thought, she took off her top, revealing her perfect, gravity-defying tits. Unable to stop staring at Uli's bulging groin, the elf swiftly kicked off her boots and removed her tight trousers, remaining gloriously naked. 

"Oowhh, fuck... I can't resist anymore, I need it so bad!" Laeny blurted out, biting her lips and stepping closer to the warrior, moving as if in a daze. "I need your big dwarven cock right now!" 

"Good," Uli chuckled, flipping up his kilt to reveal his massively erect boner, "come here and get all the cock ye need then!"

In the blink of an eye, the naked huntress was down on all fours between the dwarf's heavily muscled thighs. With her taut little butt tilted up and her weight resting on her elbows, Laeny lowered her face so that her sculpted cheekbones brushed along the shaft of his pulsing pole while she wrapped her delicate fingers around the broad base of Uli's dick. Panting and cooing, the elf held that meaty tool with both hands as she opened her mouth wide to take the warrior's bloated glans inside her welcoming oral cavity. 

The dwarf groaned as the soft seal of the elf's lips encircled his large shaft and she engulfed him in the warmth and wetness of her cock-hungry mouth. His stocky body shook with pleasure as the pointy-eared girl began bobbing recklessly on his throbbing thickness right away, causing him to mumble his lusty appreciation. 

"Aye, lassie, that's it... Look at those sweet lips of yers, all stretched out around my dickmeat..." 

Uli's girth was clearly making it tough for Laeny to fit his veiny hardness into her constricting gullet, but the huntress was not deterred and just went on with her aggressive blowjob. Sucking hard on him and slobbering away with lecherous joy, the elf thoroughly bathed the dwarf's fat length in her saliva as she struggled to jam his massive erection down her throat over and over again, making Uli grunt in pleasure. 

"Aarghh aye, like that! Get my cock all nice and ready for yer tight little pussy, lassie!"

Drooling long shiny rivulets of spittle all along his lip-stretching shaft, Laentharyel bobbed her head furiously up and down on the dwarf's obscenely wide pole, fucking her own face with his fleshy boner. She was so hot and tingly all over that, despite her need to feel that big cock widening her snug slit and stuffing her full, she just couldn't stop herself from orally worshiping Uli's huge dwarven pole and trying to take his whole pulsating column inside her esophagus. 

At each pass, Laentharyel forced herself to gobble more of that mouth-clogging slab of dickmeat, pushing her face down on the dwarf's lap until she simply couldn't fit another tiny bit of his saliva-glossy rod into her tight gullet. As she slid her mouth back up, stopping to suckle intensely on Uli's bulbous purple tip, the horny elf breathed in as much air as possible through her nose before taking another deep plunge, determined to eventually inhale the entirety of the warrior's fat cock deep inside her throat. 

While Uli groaned in ecstasy and Laeny choked and mewled as she blew him ever more ravenously, across the campfire Jadrik and Shayla's make out session was getting heated up as well. 

With their lips still locked in a passionate soulkiss, the warlock had sneaked a hand underneath the hem of the wizardess's tunic to diddle her dewy pussy. Having already freed her huge jutting tits from the confines of her low-cut tunic, Jadrik was cupping and caressing Shayla's spectacular jugs with his free hand, teasing and pinching her puffed-out areolas, mercilessly stimulating them with his fingertips. 

As she moaned huskily into her lover's mouth, crazed by the way he played with her sensitive nipples and strummed her budding clit, Shayla tugged at the warlock's brown hair with one hand and pulled him deeper into her kiss. While she sucked his tongue into her soft mouth, the wizardess's other hand swiftly reached for Jadrik's crotch. Parting his robes and opening his pants, Shayla let the warlock's big hard cock spring free and swiftly wrapped her fingers around it, starting to masturbate him with deep, long strokes. 

Still kissing Jadrik with burning ardor, Shayla vigorously pumped her hand up and down along his rigid boner, coaxing drop after shiny drop of pre-cum from his spongy purple glans. As she lathered her lover's veiny shaft with yet another huge dollop of oozing pre-ejaculate, Shayla finally decided that she could not let any more of that precious fluid go to waste. The wizardess was about to break their lip-lock and dip her head down to take the warlock's stiff pole into her mouth, when Laeny's squishy cocksucking slurps on Uli's pole turned into a needy, slurred request. 

"Please, Shayla, pleeease, come lick my pussy!" Laentharyel begged, looking over her shoulder at the buxom wizardess with an expression of devouring urgency painted on her delicate features. "Oohhh Shayla, I need your lips on me sooo bad... I need you now, pleeease!" 

As the wizardess turned toward the elf, her deep blue eyes instantly focused on the nectar-drenched folds of Laeny's exposed little pussy and the miniature puckered hole of her virgin anus. The huntress's thighs were streaked with her trickling juices and she was wiggling her upturned heart-shaped ass invitingly. 

"Pleeease, Shayla..." Laentharyel whimpered again, all the while licking Uli's girthy tool like a sexy, naughty kitten. "I want to suck this fat cock some more but I also need someone to take care of my pussy! Oooh, I'm just so hot right now... I need your tongue in me or I'm going to explode, Shayla! Eat me out now, pleeease, I promise I'll do the same to you later!" 




The Warlock & The Wizardess Ch. 09



As she basked in the obscenely beautiful sight of the graceful elf on all fours with a massive dwarven cock pressed on her parted saliva-glossy lips, the wizardess couldn't help but shiver at Laeny's words. Shayla knew that the huntress was an incredible muff-muncher, even when she wasn't alchemically sexed up. Moreover, beside the obvious appeal of the elf's offer to return the favor, Shayla had to admit that it was always a pleasure in itself to eat Laeny's pussy out; the huntress's juices were so impossibly sweet, they tasted almost flowery. 

As she licked her lips at the mere thought of once again drinking her fill of Laeny's honeyed secretions, Shayla moaned from the feel of Jadrik's lips sucking on her engorged, sensitive nipples. Looking up at her from between the lush valley of her cleavage, his sharp cheekbones immersed in the soft fleshy slopes of her jugs, the warlock winked at the wizardess, grinning. 

"Well, Shay," he said after planting a long suckling smooch on each of her puffy areolas, "it would be cruel not to do as Laeny asks. She's begging you after all..."

"Pff, she always begs when she's in this state... Aaahh yes, like that!" Shayla replied, chuckling between lustful sighs as she enjoyed the warlock's devoted tit-worship and his deft fingers playing with her soaked snatch. 

"Oohh please, Shayla, pleeease!" Laeny yelped again, screeching over the wizardess's husky moans, her tiny fists jacking Uli's beefy erection at the base all the while as her tongue lapped and swiped all over his swollen glans. "Just come here and eat my cunt, pleeease! I'll lick you until you pass out later, I promise!" 

"That sounds like fun," Jadrik snickered, giving the wizardess's clit a delicate rubbing pinch that sent her curvy body trembling in a quick mini-climax.

"Mmh it does... Oohh yeeess, it really sounds like a lot of fun... Aaahh!" Shayla gasped, enjoying the sizzling wavelets of pleasure washing over her and egging her on, making her want more. 

As soon as her quick peak abated, Shayla gently pushed Jadrik's face away from her big jutting tits and removed his talented hand from her drooling slit. Standing up a bit unsteadily, the wizardess met Laeny's flashing green eyes and purred: "Alright, sweetie, no need to beg anymore. You can stuff that fat dick down your throat now, I'm coming to lick your sweet little pussy." 

As the huntress let out a joyous squeal and swiftly plunged her face back on Uli's cock to service his imposing girth with her full attention, Jadrik helped Shayla take off her azure tunic before letting his own black robes fall to the ground and shedding his pants. Naked and horny, the lovers instantly threw themselves into each other's arms, pressing their bodies firmly together while their lips met again. Then, after sharing a long passionate soulkiss with the warlock, the wizardess pulled back and sexily strutted her way toward the horny elf. 

Illuminated by the warm glow of the dancing flames, his adored slut's luscious curves were so mouth-wateringly beautiful that Jadrik couldn't help but grab his aching boner and start stroking it as he drank in Shayla's voluptuous hourglass figure. The warlock's eyes were still glued to the wizardess's sumptuous jiggly bubble-butt and her huge swaying tits as she knelt down behind Laentharyel's upturned derriere. 

Shayla's plump round ass was sticking out irresistibly as she arched her back and leaned down, resting her hands on the elf's tiny rump and parting Laeny's taut buttcheeks to get perfect access to her hot, weeping slit. Without wasting another second, her nostrils filled with the heady fragrance of her friend's overflowing nectar, Shayla dove tongue first into the soft smooth folds of the elf's little pussy. 

"Mmpph! Oohh Shaylaaahh... Lick my mmmh pussy... Oohh yeeesmmph...!" Laentharyel mewled around Uli's cock, managing to unclasp her lips from his stiff meat for just a moment before her head plummeted down again on his throbbing bloated glans, inhaling him avidly into her gullet. 

With the wizardess's lips and tongue slurping away on her slit and the dwarf's calloused hands pulling and pinching on her long erect nipples, it took mere seconds for the elf to orgasm spectacularly, drenching Shayla's face in her delicious girl-cum. While Laeny's screams of release were muted by the girthy slab of throat-jamming dickmeat that she just couldn't seem to let go of, the wizardess voraciously drank up every single rivulet of the elf's scrumptious gushing juices. 

Hornier than ever, high on the sugary flavor of Laeny's pussy saturating her taste buds, Shayla waited for the elf's orgasm to abate before unclasping her suctioning lips from the huntress's sopping snatch and looking over her shoulder. The warlock was still standing there, naked and grinning, his brown eyes shiny with lust, madly fisting his boner. His cock was so hard that it looked like it could break in two at any moment. It made Shayla feel warm inside to see that Jadrik was looking at her with undivided attention and evident desire, devouring her curvaceous body with his eyes.

"So, Jad," the wizardess cooed teasingly, wiggling her fabulous juicy ass, "is jacking off while I lick this sweet elven pussy enough for you, or are you going to come here and fuck me already?"

"Enough? Oh, Shay..." the warlock snickered, snapping out of his masturbatory trance and rushing to crouch behind the wizardess's magnificent jiggly rump. As he nestled his aching shaft between her split pussy lips, sliding it back and forth to tease her swollen clit and bathe his length in her dripping juices, Jadrik leaned over Shayla's arched back to whisper in her ear: "When you're involved, my sweet slut, I don't know what 'enough' even means."

"Aww Jad, that's really... Oooh!" Shayla suddenly sighed, her taunting quip dying on her lips and turning into a long contented moan as she felt the warlock's bloated glans parting her dewy folds and pushing into her. "Ooohh... Fuck yeees, Jaaaad!" 

With a firm gliding stroke, the warlock buried himself balls-deep inside the silky soft wetness of the wizardess's pussy. He stayed there for a long rapturous instant, glorying in the engulfing, quivering warmth of Shayla's vaginal channel tenderly caressing his hardness. Then his pent-up lust took over, and he started moving in and out of his adored slut, fucking her fast and deep right away. 

The wizardess felt faint with bliss every time the incomparable sensation of being vigorously taken and wonderfully filled by her lover's perfect cock registered in her mind and radiated through her body, making her head spin and sending her pussy juices flowing all over the warlock's pistoning length. As Jadrik penetrated her again and again, completing her and satisfying her like only he could, Shayla surrendered herself entirely to the warlock's frenzied desire for her and returned to licking Laeny's sopping wet labia, moaning her pleasure straight into the elf's sweet snatch.

As Jadrik pounded the wizardess's pussy with unrestrained gusto, jarring her forward into Laeny's offered little slit at each passionate in-stroke, Shayla kept joyously eating the elf out. Inspired by her lover's ardor, the wizardess renewed the intensity of her hungry cunt-munching efforts every time the warlock's raging boner sent a rippling mini-climax reverberating through her curvy frame. Needless to say, Shayla's oral attentions were making the slim elf gasp uninterruptedly around Uli's cock, causing Laeny to experience an orgasmic ebb and flow of pleasure that annihilated every semblance of coherent thought in her lust-possessed mind. 

As she frenziedly slurped away on the dwarf's massive thickness, all the while drenching the wizardess's lips in an almost uninterrupted overflow of her scrumptious nectar, Laeny could almost feel the fire inside her lithe body burning hotter and hotter by the second. The huntress knew that soon she would need more from Uli than his mouth-cramming cock throbbing inside her throat and his calloused fingers tweaking her nipples, but she just couldn't bring herself to impale her dripping slit on the dwarf's pole just yet, not while she had Shayla's lips devouring her pussy and clit so marvelously. 

Soon the rhythmic impacts of the warlock's groin clapping against the wizardess's glorious bubble-butt became the underlying beat to the companions' lewd symphony of pleasure. With the girls' cock-muted and pussy-muffled yelps and the guys' grunts and growls of throat-banging and pussy-plowing delight filling their ears, the four friends lost themselves in another intense nightly orgy, warmed by the dancing flames of the campfire and by the heat of their shared, collective lust. 

 *****

Lying motionless on the ground in the darkness just outside the orange glow of the fire, armored up and still clutching his breviary, Aldarius Van Holt snored and drooled in his obliterating, potion-induced sleep. 

Earlier that night, when he had suddenly felt lightheaded as he was reciting his evening devotions after dinner, the paladin had smiled as he had started feeling awareness slipping away. While swiftly transitioning into unconsciousness, crumpling to the ground in a dead faint, Aldarius's last coherent thoughts had been happy, glorious even. 

Far from being suspicious or worried about the fact that he was passing out on a regular basis since they had started their journey into the wilderness, Aldarius saw his nightly blackouts as divine signs. The paladin's faith was so boundless, unwavering and blind that he had become convinced that he truly was a chosen of the Gods of Light. 

Stubbornly self-involved and prone to delusions of grandeur as he was, Aldarius had no doubt whatsoever that his collapses were due to the blessed touch of the deities of Good, whose approval he was sure he had gained once and for all by embarking on the sacred quest to reclaim the Chapel of Red Spires. In fact, the paladin had come to see his blackouts as the ultimate proof of his uniqueness in the eyes of the Gods. 

Certainly, those long nightly absences were a sign that They deemed him worthy of being spirited away from the mundanity and insignificance of the material world, so that through divinely inspired dreams he could catch a glimpse of the glorious future that They had in store for him. And indeed every night, as he slept safe and sound in Their transcendental embrace, Aldarius was lulled into a deeper and deeper slumber by holy and highly revelatory visions. 

In his dreams, swaddled in the absolute peacefulness of his Gods-sent rest, the knight could see himself standing on the pulpit in the great Cathedral back at the Temple of the Order of the Golden Shield, preaching to his devout brothers. In those visions, Aldarius couldn't hear himself speak, but he could see his fellow paladins drinking in his every word with rapt attention and responding zealously to his disputations, cheering him and crying out with bellowing "Aahh's" and rumbling "Oohh's" while they vigorously clapped their hands in celebration of his greatness and sanctity. 

Even when he didn't have any actual visions but was only enveloped in the refreshing and well-earned sleep of the virtuous, Aldarius could still hear the echos of enthusiastic, piously joyous crowds ringing in his ears, and some higher and sweeter praises too. The melodious feminine voices whispering into his sleeping mind had to be those of angels, no doubt, blessing him as they egged him on in his pursuit of glory with their long approving "Yeeesss's" and urging him to persevere in his sacred endeavors with their choruses of "More, mooore, mooooore!" 

Those nightly messages from beyond the material world never failed to boost the paladin's already inflated ego. Nothing but self-congratulatory righteousness lingered inside Aldarius every morning when he woke up, rejuvenated and contented and already craving the moment when, after another fruitful day of travel toward his heroic ascension to greatness, the Gods would once again come to visit him, welcoming him into their otherworldly peace and allowing him to enter the ethereal realm of visions and dreams, so that They could communicate with him, Their chosen one. 

And so, while the companions fucked and sucked and screamed in pleasure just a few steps away from his passed-out and armor-clad body, that night, like every other night, Aldarius slept and dreamed and was happy, reassured about the path that he had taken in his pious Gods-fearing life and blissfully oblivious to every debauchedly fun, spontaneously life-affirming thing that was actually going on around him. 

 *****

Pushed forward by Jadrik's vigorous cunt-plugging thrusts, Shayla shivered and came again, letting out a long pussy-muffled moan of release into the slick delicious folds of Laentharyel's little slit. Through the haze of her climax, panting and trembling but still automatically swiping her tongue to lap up the elf's scrumptious nectar, the wizardess did her best to keep licking the huntress's smooth wet labia and swollen clit. 

No longer on all fours but still offering her pussy to Shayla's slurping mouth, Laeny was now straddling Uli, facing away from him as she recklessly rode his thick pole, moaning uninterruptedly. Reclining against the warrior's barrel-like chest as she rocked and bounced wildly on his lap, the slim elf impaled her own snug pussy with eager abandon on Uli's obscenely wide boner while the dwarf just sat still, grabbing and mauling her perky pointy titties in his beefy hands.

While she slid her slit up and down along the warrior's robust cock, cramming him as deep as possible inside her nectar-drenched vaginal passage over and over again, Laeny still greedily craved the warm wet caress of Shayla's tongue on her clit. With her slender hands entwined in the wizardess's black locks, the overexcited elf urgently held the human girl's face pressed firmly into her dick-filled pussy, mewling in unrestrained enjoyment. 

Despite her willingness and her thirst for Laeny's honeyed secretions, Shayla had a hard time giving her horny friend the great cunt-licking that they both wished she could give. 

Beside the obvious difficulty presented by the huntress's wild slit-stuffing bounces and erratic rocking motions on Uli's pole, having Jadrik's cock rammed incessantly into her own creamy pussy was making Shayla deliciously unfocused with pleasure. Still, displeased as she might be that her oral technique wasn't optimal, the busty wizardess loved the way Jadrik was pounding her doggy-style with all he had, making her vaginal channel quiver and gush, keeping her curvy body in a state of persistent orgasmic ecstasy. 

Shayla's breath caught in her throat whenever the warlock's powerful, toe-curling slams jarred her into the elf's juicy slit or, at times, into the dwarf's upward bucking boner. Her mild annoyance at not being able to focus on getting her fill of Laeny's intoxicating ambrosia was more than mitigated by the pleasure she got from Jadrik's rabid pussy-jamming strokes. 

That was why the wizardess was particularly surprised when, instead of picking up his pace even more and gifting her with yet another crashing climax before finally filling her fiery core with cum, the warlock suddenly slipped his nectar-dripping cock out of her pussy with as swift squishy plop. 

"Mmh nooo, Jad! Don't stop, baby... I want more!" Shayla whimpered, removing her juice-glossy mouth from Laeny's snatch to look back over her shoulder at the warlock, maddened by the unexpected emptiness in her hot, needy pussy. "Put it back in me, pleeease! Give me more, mooore!" 

"Oh, I plan to give you lots more, my amazing slut," Jadrik grinned, nestling his raging boner between Shayla's plump luscious asscheeks and reaching into the right pocket of his discarded robes. "I just wanted to switch holes," he explained, retrieving and opening his trusty jar of lubricating salve. "That story earlier about the Alefather fucking his raven-haired wife in the ass sort of inspired me, I guess..."

Soothed by that announcement and already excited about what was coming next, Shayla purred and shivered joyously as Jadrik humped his rigid nectar-shiny dick up and down in the lush valley of her butt-cleavage, mimicking a sort of tit-fucking motion as he held his shaft immersed in the cozy cleft between her round ass-globes. While her lover proceeded to pour a healthy dose of lubricant all over his throbbing erection and on her winking little pucker, the wizardess wiggled her magnificent bubble-butt and teased him with an impish smile. 

"Oh, so it was his wife then? I thought you guys said there was a theological controversy about those Beermothers being maybe Zipfnir's wives or maybe his daughters..."

"Well, that's a debatable point indeed," the warlock snickered, gently circling Shayla's adorable pink butthole with his fingertips, massaging her tiny crinkled rosebud into relaxation. "Still," he added, slowly slipping his greased forefinger all the way inside the wizardess's eager sphincter and then starting to carefully masturbate her snug forbidden hole, "one thing remains indisputable."

"Uuhh, really? And what's that? Aaahh..." Shayla moaned as Jadrik gently eased a second digit inside her hot slippery anus and kept finger-fucking her tightest, most private and delicate orifice, making her tremble all over. 

"Wives or daughters, none of those dwarven goddesses could have had an ass like yours," the warlock said in a heartfelt tone, leaning down to plant a reverent kiss on each of the wizardess's luscious buttcheeks while he pumped his fingers gradually faster and deeper into her backdoor. 

"So round and juicy, so soft and meaty and full... Oh Shay, if the Alefather was an ass man, and all the legends about him seem to indicate that he was, I bet he'd have sent all those Beermothers packing in a moment if he'd only seen your epic booty! I mean, really, just look at this amazing ass..."

A loud coughing grunt from Uli interrupted Jadrik's inspired yet somewhat blasphemous rant and made him look away from the wizardess's mesmerizing little asshole and gloriously plump bubble-butt. 

As soon as his gaze shifted up, the warlock took in the stern line of the dwarf's bushy eyebrows arched in a warning frown right above his hard, flinty gray eyes. Still holding Laeny by her slender hips, guiding her up and down on his wide dickmeat as she writhed and whimpered and slammed her pussy on his pole ever more urgently, Uli was too busy enjoying the elf's snug honey pot to protest any further, but his steely stare was explicit enough for Jadrik. 

Quickly dropping the religious theme, realizing that Uli was unlikely to tolerate any further disrespectful reference to the Alefather, Jadrik shrugged and smiled sheepishly at the sturdy warrior. Nodding placatingly one last time as the dwarf grumbled dismissively and let his stony frown dissolve while he bucked his fat boner up into Laeny's juicy slit, the warlock returned to focus on the fleshy jiggly globes of Shayla's majestic ass and her lube-glossy, irresistible little sphincter. 

Lathering her pink winking rosebud with yet another dollop of oily unguent as he kept persistently masturbating her tight receptive asshole, Jadrik carefully twirled his digits inside the wizardess's steamy anus. As he thoroughly coated her smooth anal walls with lubricant, making her whole curvy body shake with arousal in the process, Jadrik slipped his achingly hard cock inside Shayla's drooling pussy once more, filling her up with a long, deep, cunt-stuffing push. 

Staying buried to the hilt inside her wet vaginal tunnel to soak himself in her gushing juices, basking in her husky moans of unrestrained joy, the warlock pumped his digits faster inside the wizardess's asshole, flexing his boner in her pussy at the same time. Eventually, overcharged with pleasure and crazed with anticipation, Shayla just couldn't take it anymore. 




The Warlock & The Wizardess Ch. 09



"Ooohh Jad! Owwhh, fuck..." she mewled, high on lust at the feel of the warlock's veiny hardness stirring her pussy while he expertly masturbated her clingy, sensitive orifice. "Please fuck my ass, fuck it now! Uuuhh, you're driving me crazy... Your fingers feel sooo good inside me, baby, but I need more, pleeeease! I need your cock deep in my ass!" 

Sliding his digits out of her snug forbidden hole and withdrawing his boner from her silky soft slit, the warlock lubed up his nectar-glossy shaft some more, just for good measure, before nestling it between Shayla's bouncy buttcheeks. Laying his hands on the wizardess's plump meaty buns and spreading them nicely open, Jadrik gently pulled the slick tender edges of her sphincter apart with his thumbs, slightly gaping her adorable tiny asshole. 

Glorying in the sight of that pink twitching star beckoning hypnotically to him with its excited spasms, the warlock felt his cock flex with arousal as he indulged for a moment in the thought that the wizardess's exquisite butthole was positively begging for his penetration, as if she was inviting him to enter her body through that tight little opening. 

As he pressed his hardness against her eager backdoor, the feel of Shayla's tiny pucker pulsating urgently against his bloated spongy glans in the lewd parody of a nibbling kiss made Jadrik's head spin, putting a beatifically horny smile on his lips and causing a flow of unbidden, extra sincere words to escape his mouth.

"This is the roundest, juiciest, most beautiful ass in this world and many others," Jadrik proclaimed as if in a trance while he poked his fat, precum-leaking cockhead against Shayla's winking rosebud and started gently pushing himself into her ass, "and now I'm gonna fuck it like the divine bubble-butt that it is."

"Yeees! Oooh, Jaaadd yeees!" Shayla yelped as she felt the warlock's bulbous tip nudging against her pliant sphincter, teasing her tiniest and most intimate hole, expertly pressuring that forbidden gateway to her body into widening and surrendering to his passionate invasion. 

Within seconds, Jadrik's calm and steady persistence combined with Shayla's devouring need to feel his cock deep inside her snug needy asshole did the trick. Her willing butt-ring yielded to his glans and dilated, allowing him to enter her and then gobbling his greasy, swollen knob inside her ass. As her sphincter relaxed completely and his thick shaft started sliding into her slippery anal passage by gradual yet unstoppable increments, the wizardess's gasps and the warlock's grunts fused together over the fleshy clapping and panting and squealing of Uli and Laeny's intense coupling. 

"Ooohh Shay, you're so hot and tight!" Jadrik mumbled as he watched the wizardess's elastic distended orifice wrapping itself around his slowly penetrating, butt-cramming boner. "Aaahh I'll never get enough of your sweet little asshole!" 

"Uuhh and you're so biiiig! Fuck, Jaaad aahh... I love how you stretch my ass!" Shayla whimpered. 

As the warlock slowly packed his veiny cockmeat inside her clutching anus, the wizardess reached a hand to her clit and started rubbing away. Her frenzied pussy-strumming whirls multiplied her pleasure immensely as she trembled all over from the incredible, irreplaceable sensation of having Jadrik's cock slowly burying itself deep in her ass, filling her amazingly full. 

High on anal lust, too impatient to wait when Jadrik stopped his slow gliding plunge into her rectum to let her tight backdoor adapt to his impaling girth, Shayla lowered herself on her elbows and arched her back even more. Tilting her sumptuous rump further up, the wizardess rocked back and forced her pink stretched out asshole to suddenly gobble more of the warlock's butt-skewering hardness. 

That move caused both the lovers to gasp and moan. Even though his glans and a good portion of his rigid length were already cozily tucked inside her welcoming cock-hugging rectum and her smooth anal tunnel was readily accepting inch after inch of his thick shaft as he carefully kept wedging himself into her butthole, Jadrik chuckled with glad surprise at Shayla's obvious invitation to get deeply sodomized right away. 

"So, you want more, uh?" the warlock murmured, leaning over the wizardess's sweat-shiny back to kiss her neck while his hands never stopped their relentless caresses on her plump jiggly asscheeks. "I can give you as much cock as you want, my sweet slut," Jadrik teased, flexing his partially buried boner within the slippery confines of the wizardess's snug anus, "all you have to do is say so."

"Yeesss! Pleeease, Jad, give me moooore! Don't stop, baby, uuhhh... I need more cock in my ass, pleeease!" Shayla mewled, getting ever more excited as she felt her sensitive anal walls getting deliciously widened and stuffed to the limit by her lover's perfect cock. "Fill me up, Jad! I want all of you deep in my aaaass! Aaahh yeees... Yeeesss!" 

A long, contented sigh was Shayla's response as Jadrik dug his fingers into her glorious bubble-butt and straightened on his knees, resuming his deliberate anal penetration. As he gently wormed his way deeper into the gripping, massaging tightness of her ass, Jadrik marveled yet again at the sensation of being enveloped by the heavenly, velvety smooth warmth of his adored slut's dick-squeezing rectum. He loved how Shayla's asshole felt so snug yet docile, clingy yet surrendered and genuinely willing to be packed full of his cock. 

As always when he buttfucked her, the warlock panted ecstatically as he savored the incredible feel of the wizardess's narrow anal passage capitulating to him and allowing his raging erection to delve deeper and deeper into her ass. With her buttery bowels tugging amazingly at his boner and swiftly opening up for him while he relentlessly immersed himself in her steamy rectum, it was pleasantly difficult for Jadrik to tell with certainty if he was penetrating her asshole or if it was actually Shayla's hungry anus that was avidly sucking him into her slick, cock-hugging snugness instead. 

As Jadrik looked down to admire their anal coupling, the obscenely beautiful visual of his fat length gradually disappearing inside Shayla's dilated butt-ring enforced the impression that he was being avidly inhaled within her sphincter. It took little imagination to see the wizardess's pink distended butthole as an overstretched mouth bent on gobbling his cock, and it was immensely erotic for the warlock to watch her tiny hungry orifice as it devoured all the dickmeat he had to feed her, until her rectum was finally stuffed full of his girthy hardness and his groin was pressed against the soft roundness of her plump bubble-butt, leaving only his swollen balls outside of her ass to rest on her puffy wet labia. 

As always when he bottomed out inside Shayla's incredible ass, Jadrik just stood still and smiled as he savored the moment when he was fully engulfed from tip to root in her slippery, dick-squeezing anal depths. Suddenly though, while the warlock enjoyed the warm massages of her eager rectum adapting and contracting around his shaft, the mixture of squishy sounds caused by the wizardess's clit-rubbing digits and the symphony of their mingled moans of anal bliss ended, interrupted by Shayla's wail of release.

"Oohhh Jaaad! Uhhh, fuck yeaahh!" the wizardess screeched, frigging her engorged nub crazily while her dick-jammed anal walls rippled in climax and her heart thrummed in her ears. 

Glorying in the feel of Jadrik's scrotum brushing against her soft nectar-soaked pussy lips and in the reassuring contact of his crotch staying glued to her pillowy asscheeks, the wizardess felt lightheaded with exhilaration as her orgasm washed over her surrendered, bent-over body. With Jadrik's perfect cock buried balls-deep in her ass, loving how totally stretched out and crammed to bursting she felt, Shayla yelled out in unbridled physical ecstasy as she savored the sensation of being truly, deeply, gloriously full of her lover. It was a unique and intensely intimate feeling, one that the wizardess craved above all and that always thrilled her beyond description. 

While Shayla's voluptuous frame thrashed underneath him all through her sudden crashing orgasm, her anal walls tightened erratically around the warlock's embedded boner, making him groan with delight. Grunting and gritting his teeth as he tried to ride out Shayla's powerful cock-milking contractions, straining not to flood her rectum with cum just yet, Jadrik looked away from his adored slut's beautiful, dick-packed ass and turned to the other couple. 

Totally engrossed in the sodomy taking place right before her, Laeny was mewling incessantly as she kept bouncing on Uli's pussy-jamming tool, her eyes wide and glinting as she took in the spectacle of Shayla accepting the full length of Jadrik's veiny dick inside the tight sheath of her dilated pink asshole. Breathing hard, the warlock focused on the silvery albeit shaky sound of Laeny's voice resounding in his ears to distract himself enough not to spray his adored slut's quivering bowels with a huge load of his ejaculate. 

"Uuuhh look at that!" the huntress squealed between raspy sighs of pleasure. "How can she take all that cock up her ass?! Aaaahh! Such a big cock in such a tiny hole... Oowwhhh! It looks so wrong, but in such a fucking hot way!" 

"Ye know, lassie, we can try that if ye want..." the dwarf replied, bucking his fat pole up harder into the elf's gushing little pussy and grabbing her by her slender hips with his coarse hands to slam her forcefully down on his slit-cramming girth. 

"Mmh oooh I... Uuhh, fuuuck..." Laentharyel whimpered, diddling her budding clit with one hand and pulling at her stiff elongated nipples in turn with the other, all the while squirming and riding Uli's beefy rod ever more wildly. "Oohh just keep fucking my pussy! I'm soooo close... Aahh fuck, I'm gonna cuuuum!" 

A strong clutching anal tug caressed Jadrik's ass-plugging cock from tip to root, making him focus once more on his adored slut. Panting, still circling her pulsating nub, the buxom wizardess was looking at the warlock over her shoulder with half-closed yet sparkling eyes, an ecstatic smile dancing on her luscious lips.

"Don't get distracted, Jad..." Shayla purred huskily, her voice thick with need. Wiggling her plump bubble-butt and massaging his fully buried boner with mind-blowing suctioning squeezes of her anal walls, she went on: "I won't let you out of this ass until I feel you cumming deep in me and filling my naughty little asshole full of your creamy cum. And before that, you need to buttfuck me real good."

"Oohh fuck, Shay! You're the most amazing slut ever..." Jadrik grunted, overcome by the delicious intensity of another powerful, deliberate contraction of her warm slippery rectum. Grinning, he leaned down closer until he could plant a long loving kiss on the wizardess's parted lips before he murmured: "So... A hard buttfuck and a huge load of cum in your ass, is that what you want?" 

"Uh-hu, that's right..." the wizardess sexily replied, shivering with pleasure and relaxing her gripping asshole as she felt Jadrik starting to withdraw from her hot anal tunnel and then gently sliding back in all the way, filling her up again in a long gliding push. "Aaahh yeeaaah... That's what I need, baby!"

"Then it will my pleasure to make it happen, my sweet slut," the warlock whispered in the wizardess's ear after giving her a long smooch on the neck. Then, straightening up on his knees, Jadrik possessively cupped Shayla's fabulous bubble-butt in his hands and started sodomizing her. 

Clicking and fusing together as they always did whenever they reiterated their favorite sexual act, the warlock and the wizardess soon lost themselves in their umpteenth passionate buttfuck. 

Their bodies synced effortlessly as they established a fluid ass-stretching rhythm, so that each one of Jadrik's slow deep thrusts was met by the backward rocking pushes of Shayla's bouncy bubble-butt. All the while, her docile anal tunnel responded with practiced ease to his pistoning in-out tempo. The surrendered relaxation of Shayla's hot snug rectum facilitated Jadrik's long breathtaking in-strokes just as much as the clinging dick-hugging caresses of her anal walls accompanied the teasing withdrawals of his boner from her steamy, insatiable anus on the out-strokes. 

At those times, while her lover's shaft temporarily vacated her asshole, Shayla moaned from the maddening sense of emptiness in her needy, rippling rectum. The only consolation that remained to the wizardess was the feel of Jadrik's bloated glans staying unfailingly wedged within her dilated gripping sphincter on the out-strokes. 

Luckily, within moments the warlock was again sliding his entire butt-stuffing hardness all the way back inside her clingy orifice, making Shayla whimper in ecstasy as she reveled once more in the unique sense of fullness that his fat cock always caused as he reentered her sensitive ass and stuffed her snug, slippery anal depths to perfection.

As the lovers got into a steady buttfucking rhythm underlined by Jadrik's excited grunts and Shayla's husky moans, the other rutting couple couldn't help being affected by the intoxicating intensity and eroticism emanating from the warlock and the wizardess's passionate sodomy.

"Ye like watching that, uh, ye little pointy-eared whore?" Uli was grunting as he brutally rammed his wide tool upward into the elf's drooling slit. "I swear, lassie, if I didn't love this tight little pussy of yers so much, I'd have stretched yer virgin bumhole already! Soon though, soon... Aaaghh!"

Reclining limply back against the dwarf's barrel-like chest and sturdy belly, too pleasure-weakened to keep riding him actively, Laeny was glad to let Uli slam her slack body up and down on his robust dick while she just came and came and came. The huntress had trouble keeping her slanted green eyes open, but the sight of Shayla taking Jadrik's swollen boner deep in her ass over and over again, and liking it wildly too, was something the elf never tired of watching.

"Uuhh they're so hot... She's loving it, look at her... But how can she fit it aahh... Her asshole is so tiny and his cock is so big..." Laeny mumbled between sobbing squeals, writhing all the while as Uli fucked her with all he had. "Aaah yes, pound my pussy hard... Haaarder! Aahh give me that fat dwarven cock!" 

As the huntress mewled and squirmed on the dwarf's lap with her pussy impaled deeply on his rock-hard shaft, Shayla smiled, feeling naughtily proud of herself. 

The intoxicating aroma of the elf's sweet dripping nectar filled the wizardess's nostrils while the broken murmurs of awed admiration that Laeny let out increased Shayla's pleasure even more, making her feel dizzy with shared orgiastic lust. Getting fucked in the ass by Jadrik was always incredible, but being watched while he vigorously buttfucked her and being praised for her extreme sluttiness was an added reward that the wizardess gloatingly savored. It not only empowered her inner slut, it actually made her anal pleasure flare brighter. 

Even if she could only sigh and moan throatily to express her appreciation of his masterful sodomizing assault, Shayla was completely high on the feel of Jadrik's strong cock sawing in and out of her gripping, stretched out sphincter. The butt-cramming presence of his stiff meat thrusting relentlessly into her snug rectum triggered an almost uninterrupted chain of mini-orgasms that made her whole curvy frame shiver and tingle deliciously. 

Feverishly strumming her clit as the warlock mounted her majestic ass with increasing ardor, the wizardess couldn't tell exactly where the pleasurable wavelets sizzling through her body originated from, since both her anal tunnel and her nectar-drenched nub were humming in constant bliss. What Shayla did know was that every single one of those delightful tremors was bringing her closer to a massive, ever growing orgasm, and she couldn't wait for it to claim her. 

As Jadrik panted behind her, kneading and fondling and cupping her plump jiggly buttcheeks in his hands as he gradually picked up his already intense sodomizing tempo, Shayla couldn't stop mewling, cumming and cumming on her clit-rubbing digits all the while. As the warlock fucked her beautiful ass faster and harder and deeper at each pass, getting hornier and ever more consumed by his rump-riding frenzy the more he plowed her luscious bubble-butt, Shayla fed off of her lover's passion for her ass and let her own anal lust devour her completely. 

Frigging her clit like a woman possessed, rolling that thick pulsating nub savagely between her nectar-slick fingers, the wizardess wailed rapturously as she began slamming her juicy booty back into the warlock's fat cock with reckless urgency. While meeting his every ass-skewering thrust with a passion born of her all-consuming craving for anal satisfaction, Shayla encouraged Jadrik to ream her rectum even harder with her animalistic mewls and pleasure-distorted groans. 

Such lustful and unrestrained participation in their sodomy was the final incentive that Jadrik needed to plummet irreversibly into a furious buttfucking rampage.

For long amazing minutes, the warlock persistently jammed his raging boner balls-deep in the wizardess's spectacular ass with primal, unbridled fervor. Shayla's loud yelps of incoherent yet palpable appreciation only drove Jadrik wilder, causing him to ride her rump with renewed energy at each powerful, impaling plunge. Too far gone to stop or decelerate, the warlock kept mounting the wizardess's glorious bubble-butt at full speed and without restraint even when he felt his climax rushing closer. 

A final butt-busting assault was Jadrik's reaction to the awareness that he was seconds from filling Shayla's rectum with his potent cum. Since his imminent ejaculation meant that he would soon have to stop fucking the wizardess's divine ass, the warlock began hammering into her tight little hole with desperate, savage vigor. As expected, the increased intensity of his butt-splitting thrusts was met with lewd joy by his incomparable slut. 

"Uuhh yeees, Jad... Aaahh fuck my ass harder, haaarder!" Shayla yelled, the tell-tale pulsing of Jadrik's swollen cock and the delicious vehemence of his ass-pounding slams sending her teetering on the brink as her smooth anal walls contracted crazily around his veiny length.

"Aaarghh, Shay!" the warlock growled, ramming his aching cockmeat deep inside her anus like a rabid beast again and again and again. "Your tight little asshole is incredible... You're squeezing me so good, you're sucking my cock with your ass... Oohh fuuuck, I love this beautiful ass! I'm gonna cum so hard in your ass, Shaaayyy!"

The warlock managed to immerse himself in the engulfing warmth of Shayla's snug slippery rectum for a few more reckless ass-wrecking strokes, then he just couldn't hold back anymore. Burying his raging boner balls-deep in the smooth tightness of Shayla's dick-hugging butthole one last time, Jadrik growled at the top his lungs and came, spraying her buttery bowels with a torrential load of cum. 

The feel of her lover's hard shaft swelling even bigger and throbbing deep in her ass while he flooded her twitching anal passage with jet upon jet of thick surging seed triggered Shayla's own orgasm, causing her massive build-up to explode in a blazing, toe-curling burst of pleasure.

"Uuhhh yeeaahh! Fill my ass with cuuuum! Ooohh Jaaaaad, yeeesss!" 

As her detonating climax took her breath away and turned her lust-slurred words into unintelligible screams of release, Shayla's rippling rectum started to tighten powerfully around Jadrik's spurting boner, milking him and empowering his ejaculation. While her massive, long-built orgasm burned through her surrendered body, pulsating in delicious rolling waves from her cock-stuffed ass and well-fingered clit, the warlock howled out in pleasure as his fully immersed, cum-jetting dickmeat was tugged and sucked and squeezed wonderfully inside the clenching, spasming sheath of Shayla's cozy rectum. 




The Warlock & The Wizardess Ch. 09



Unable to stop stirring his still squirting pole within her quivering anus, Jadrik kept plastering Shayla's velvety anal walls with such a humongous deluge of creamy semen that he was lightheaded by the time his liquid essence stopped inundating the deepest depths of his adored slut's asshole. 

Leaning heavily down onto her arched back, keeping his groin pressed firmly into the pillowy roundness of her epic bubble-butt, Jadrik reached his arms underneath Shayla's gorgeous curvy body, hugging her tightly. Draped over her sweat-slick back, holding a huge heavy boob in each palm, the warlock rested his head in the hollow of the wizardess's shoulder and started peppering her neck and face and ears with ravenous kisses, panting and breathing raggedly all the while. 

As soon as she managed to regain a vague sense of herself, with her eyes still closed and her brain still hanging upside down and swimming in the heady ecstasy of the afterglow, Shayla immediately reciprocated Jadrik's impulsive, wild kisses with breathless, passionate smooches of her own. 

For a while, the lovers stayed as they were, still connected by his cock jammed deep in her ass, his chest pressed to her back, their mouths trading voracious kisses, their lips joining over and over again. The sounds of wild fucking coming from a few feet away barely registered, Uli's grunts and Laeny's screeches fading in the background as Shayla and Jadrik made out and enjoyed the awesomeness of being caught in another perfect bubble of shared post-orgasmic bliss together. 

Eventually, between a nibbling peck and a tongue-suckling kiss, as they broke their prolonged lip-lock to breathe in some much needed air, Shayla gathered herself enough to mumble her appreciation of their sodomy into Jadrik's still smooching mouth. 

"That was so fucking incredible, Jad... I just love how you fuck my ass, really. I go crazy when I feel you getting harder and bigger, right before you start pumping all that sweet cum in me... Oohh Jad, this is the best!"

"Yeah, Shay," the warlock agreed with a long sigh, flexing his barely softening boner deep inside the sperm-flooded depths of her warm snug rectum, "it really is." 

Hugging her tighter, stirring his chubby length within the welcoming, seed-sloppy sheath of her anal tunnel, Jadrik stopped kissing the wizardess's flushed, beautiful face to look into her deep blue eyes and speak in as serious a tone as he could muster. 

"This is the best ass in the world and it deserves the best assfucks I can give. I adore your ass, Shay," he truthfully stated, too high on his afterglow to care about what he said. "I venerate this perfect bubble-butt. It's my own personal plump, round, pleasure-giving god. Paying homage to your cute little asshole and making it cum is a mission to me, Shay. I consider it my spiritual duty to my irreplaceable, incomparable slut."

Already cooing from the combined feel of his butt-cramming cock buried in her rectum and his warm soothing load coating her anal walls, Shayla smiled and went all fluffy inside as Jadrik's absurdly sweet, weirdly touching, totally sincere words sank in. Her flustered cheeks camouflaged the sudden bout of blushing that reddened her glowing face, but her unrestrained giggles and the softness of her husky voice belied her immense pleasure at hearing Jadrik open up to her like that, so honestly and sweetly, in his own peculiar way.

"Holy Gods of Light, Jad!" the wizardess laughed, smooching the warlock's hot lips. "That was the best declaration of love to my ass that you ever put together! I can recall a couple more, and pretty good ones at that, but none involved anything like religious devotion or a spiritual bond between you and my ass!"

Grinning, knowing that beneath her teasing and joking Shayla understood and appreciated exactly what he meant in ways that no other girl ever could, the warlock gave his amazing slut a long deep soulkiss before replying.

"Let's just say that it was about time I found a god worth worshiping, and I think your ass is perfect for that role. Still," Jadrik added, moaning as he felt Shayla softly contracting her smooth seed-slick anal passage around his snugly engulfed dick, "I may yet come up with even better professions of adoration in the future. In the meantime, I guess I'll just have to keep fucking your beautiful ass, Shay..."

"Oh, I'm counting on it!" the wizardess quipped, sucking the warlock's lips into her warm mouth and massaging his plump pole within her rectum, keeping him hard and ready for another round. 

 *****

Later, after the nightly sex-fest was done and she was lying down, spent and sated and leaking cum, things were somewhat hazy in Shayla's fully satisfied, pleasure-clouded mind. 

She was sure that after their first sodomy Jadrik had kept his cock buried in her ass for the rest of the evening, plowing her sphincter incessantly and cumming twice more inside her rectum, much to their mutual delight. During their third buttfuck, the wizardess's anal depths were so flooded with the warlock's creamy loads that his sperm kept lewdly squelching around in her seed-sloppy anus while thick milky dollops overflowed her stretched out, reddened rosebud at his every lustful ass-stuffing thrust. 

Shayla recalled sucking Uli's mouth-clogging cock to completion at least once and, unless she was mistaken, also licking another massive batch of the dwarf's dense cum out of Laeny's semen-filled pussy. It was all quite confused, but a clear and definite feeling of deeply gratifying sluttiness was buzzing inside the wizardess's relaxed body, making her afterglow even better than it already was. 

She might not recall exactly what had happened and everything she had done that night, but it mattered little. All that mattered to Shayla was the present moment, which saw her snuggled under a blanket by the fire with Jadrik, spooned safely in his warm embrace. 

The warlock's cock was cozily nestled between the wizardess's round pillowy asscheeks while he held her close to his thin body with an arm draped across her buxom chest, so that he could titillate her huge bulging boobs, and the other circling her waist, his hand resting on her soft tummy and gently caressing her smooth skin. All the while, Jadrik's nose was buried in Shayla's sex-tousled black mane, and he was sniffing her signature scent while he murmured softly into her ear, unbidden words of adoration tumbling slowly out of his mouth. 

As the lovers spooned and rested, rivulets of Jadrik's cum were oozing out of Shayla's slowly closing sphincter. Even though earlier Laeny had lecherously sucked and licked at length on her thoroughly-sodomized rosebud, drinking down part of the overflowing loads that the warlock had pumped deep into her bowels, there was still a constant trickle of his abundant sperm dripping from the wizardess's wanton anus. Uncharacteristically, Shayla was glad that her lover's precious seed was slowly leaking out of her body at that moment. 

As it bubbled out of her well-fucked asshole and dribbled along her butt-cleavage, coating his wilting dick in the process, Jadrik's semen created a sticky gooey layer that glued their bodies together. The idea that his cum was keeping them closer and more firmly conjoined was so weirdly appealing to Shayla that it superseded her usual need to keep Jadrik's liquid essence inside her body for as long as possible, either by swallowing it or by holding it within her welcoming womb and insatiable rectum.

Still, glowing and blissfully tired as she was, cooing in Jadrik's arms and wiggling her plump bubble-butt to cuddle tighter into his embrace, Shayla couldn't help but feel a sudden pang of anxiety sneak its way into her ecstatic relaxation. A tiny yet persistent sliver of doubt had been nagging at her since before the evening orgy began, like a dark current of anxiety hiding just underneath the surface of her thoughts, always slyly out of reach but never too far away. 

As she purred from yet another of Jadrik's delicate lingering kisses on her neck, the wizardess opened her eyes and bit her lips, frowning as she decided to finally voice her fears. Shayla looked fixedly into the glowing fire as she spoke in a murmur.

"Jad... What happens now? What will we do tomorrow?"

Taking his time to end his soft smooch on her fragrant, smooth neck and adding a tender nibble on her earlobe, the warlock was calm as he replied. 

"Well, what happens now is that we close our eyes and I kiss you some more until we fall asleep. As for tomorrow," he added, holding Shayla tighter in his arms, "I guess we'll just see what's happening with this silly Chapel of Red Spires and then we'll be done with Al's idiotic quest."

"That's my point, Jad. What then? What about us?" the wizardess persisted. 

Shrugging, apparently unfazed by her evident worry, Jadrik cupped Shayla's chin and gently turned her head to plant a kiss on her pouty lips before saying: "What do you mean, Shay? We're fine, more than fine: we're great! The only thing that might make it all even better between us would be going back to civilization, but still..." 

Craning her neck to meet the warlock's gaze, feeling somewhat reassured by his persistent calm as she took in his knowing sardonic smile, the wizardess let out a sighing groan before opening up completely. Feeling the words escape her mouth as if of their own volition, like a host of shadows rushing out of the deep places of her being where she could not keep them locked away anymore, Shayla let it all out, looking into Jadrik's intense, penetrating brown eyes. 

"I mean, what are we even doing, Jad? What am I doing?! We're here because I was supposed to get marr... I was supposed to... Damn it, I can't even say it! It seems so totally insane now, like it was someone else's life and not mine! But I'm still engaged to Al, technically at least, and... Oh Gods, this is such a mess! Why did I even start this whole thing? I knew that something would happen if I came to you for help, and I guess I wanted something to happen, in a way... That's probably why I chose to reach out to you in the first place, actually... But now the quest is almost over and I really don't want it to be, because I don't want to marr... I mean, not that I seriously wanted to even before but... Oh Jad, what do I do now? I just don't know what to do!"

As he felt her tensing and growing more and more restless as her agitated rambling went on and on, Jadrik just held Shayla in his arms. Caressing her soft tummy and massaging her full juicy boobs, he traced feathery kisses on her cheek and jaw, nuzzling her face as he listened, patiently allowing her to let it all out, until she was silent once again. 

When she was done speaking, Shayla's gaze remained locked with Jadrik's as she cuddled in his embrace. Her brow was furrowed and her deep blue eyes were gleaming with emotion as she waited for his reply. Rather than talk though, Jadrik reached a hand to Shayla's cheek and caressed her beautiful face while he kissed her, long and deep. Feeling her respond immediately, sensing her body relaxing, the warlock pulled back but kept brushing his lips against hers as he finally spoke. 

"Shay," Jadrik said slowly, his scrutinizing eyes boring into hers, "do you really want to marry that idiot in shining armor?" 

Before she even opened her mouth to answer, the wizardess was already shaking her head vigorously. "No way. No, Jad, I don't. Not in a thousand years."

"Did you ever want to?" Jadrik insisted, serious and direct.

"Gods no..." Shayla sighed, curling her lips in a grimace of self-pity and disappointment. "I hate paladins, you know that! And Al is the most paladiny paladin ever, and I don't mean it in a good way at all. I was just going along with what my parents wanted me to do, for the sake of the family and the good name of the Du Vervains and all that stupid crap... I must have been temporarily crazy, Jad, that's the only way I can explain it now. I don't even know why I thought that..."

Without giving her the time to spiral out into another bout of regretful confusion, yet feeling honored to be one of the very few people she allowed to see that vulnerable and carefully hidden side of her otherwise fiery and self-confident personality, Jadrik stared hard into Shayla's blue eyes and went on. 

"Are you happy when you're with me, Shay? Do you like how it feels to be together, you and I?"

"Yes," she immediately answered, her face brightening visibly, the corners of her luscious mouth turning up in an instinctive, genuinely joyful smile. "I love this, Jad. You know I do."

"Yeah," he agreed with a smile of his own, leaning in to give her another kiss, "I do know. And you know I feel the same, Shay. This is how we're supposed to be, you and I. I mean, look at us: it's been little more than a week since you showed up at my door after three years, and it's like we were never even apart at all! And we shouldn't be, ever."

"You really believe that?" Shayla giggled, feeling all tingly and fluffy inside now that her mind was totally relieved of fear, thanks to Jadrik's presence and his tangible, deep-seated love for her. 

"Of course I believe that," the warlock replied, truthfully, "don't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I do," the wizardess purred, nuzzling the warlock's sharp cheekbones.

"See? Problem solved!" Jadrik chuckled, squeezing Shayla's soft curvy body in an affectionate bear hug, making her coo and laugh along with him. 

"The way I see it, Shay," the warlock musingly went on as the wizardess snuggled nice and comfy in his arms, shifting back in an even tighter spooning position than before, "we might as well just get this whole ridiculous quest over and done with, then we can let that sanctimonious clown crawl back to his stupid Temple and never think about him again. I mean, we got this far, so why not see how it ends? After all, we did have our fun so far..."

"Lots of fun, yeah!" Shayla chuckled throatily, grinding her fabulous bouncy ass into the warlock's groin. Then, tilting her head and speaking from the heart as she met his intense gaze again, she added: "I can only feel this good when you're around, Jad. Only with you I feel like I'm truly me." 

"It's the same for me, Shay," he nodded, kissing her nose and swiping his tongue over her hot, succulent lips. "I do mean it when I tell you that you're the best and you're irreplaceable and stuff. So don't worry about tomorrow, or the day after that. We'll still be together, I promise. I'll never leave you, Shay, not ever. Not for as long as you want to be my sweet adored slut, of course."

A shiver ran down the wizardess's spine as she nodded and smiled widely, overjoyed by the warlock's weird way to express what she knew to be his deepest, truest feelings for her. 

"I'll never get tired of hearing you call me that, Jad... And yes, I'll always want to be your slut." 

As he grinned and kissed her lovingly in response, Shayla relaxed and melted into Jadrik's soulkiss, cuddled in his enveloping embrace. Sighing contentedly, feeling warm and safe and understood, the wizardess pressed her luscious lips into the warlock's mouth, smooching him hard and long as she reached an arm around his neck to pull him deeper into her kiss. 

By the time they broke their lip-lock, the lovers were both so blissfully tired that their heads were spinning, ready to give in to sleep. 

As Jadrik adjusted the blanket over the two of them and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his thin frame, Shayla's eyes were already closed and she was humming softly. Purring as she felt the warlock's warm hands clutching at her curvaceous body and his cock nestled snugly between her plump soft buttcheeks, the wizardess let out a long contented sigh. 

A peaceful smile played on Shayla's lips as she let the slow steady rhythm of Jadrik's breathing lull her to sleep. Her head was resting beside his and their bodies were as close as they could be while they drifted off together. No matter what happened the next day, the wizardess knew that her one true love would be there with her. 

 *****

To be continued...



The Warlock



Hooves replace the human feet of the succubus when the creature has consumed enough souls and used magic long enough to manifest permanently in the mortal world. The hooves begin at the lower shin and extend the leg before bending forwards into the cloven tip.

Finally, should you ever summon a succubus with wings then immediately prepare a banishment and raise your defences. Wings indicate that the demoness has consumed so many souls that it can steal that energy without physical contact. It is also likely a servant of one of the arch-demons of the dark realms or an arch-demon itself.

In dealing with these creatures, the summoner should be aware that they are very direct in their sexuality and are often very eager to break free into our realm. It is most unwise to let desire hold your mind whilst in their company.

There, all filled in? Well then, let's continue.

So, one rainy day in late November, I waited until after dark and hauled my bag of tricks toward an abandoned tenement building to set up my first summoning. By the way, do you know what you need to summon up a demon? Anything you can make a big enough circle out of. That's all. A large enough hula-hoop will do if you're in a pinch. No incense, no pentagrams, no animal bones, and definitely no candles. Trying to bind a demon with naked flame is like trying to stop the spread of a forest fire with gasoline.

I quickly rushed up through the building as quietly as I could so that I didn't draw the attention of the inevitable homeless inhabitants of the place. I found a room with a door that was still on its hinges and settled myself in. It might once have been a living room but all that remained was a faded green carpet over the floor bearing a number of suspicious stains and some slowly peeling wallpaper covered in graffiti.

I immediately got to work by rolling out the large smooth blue mat I'd emblazoned with a perfectly round white circle and sitting down just outside its perimeter. Sorry to burst any more bubbles you might have going on in your head about the nature of what I do, but there aren't any magic words and there's no chanting involved in summoning a demon. You just sit patiently whilst focusing your mind and create the required environment for your potential thrall to come forth.

First, the circle must be strong enough to hold the demon for which you're summoning. Then, you must create a space within its confines where a being made of pure magical energy can survive. Next, you make the lure. For a succubus it's always arousal within the summoner. Finally you open the door into the dark realms and wait until something pours through.

In case you were wondering then yes, managing all this at the same time is not an easy task. Thankfully, the Nocturne Compendium taught me how to make all these elements of the trap self-sustaining once they are in place so that a warlock doesn't need to maintain concentration if it is successful. Of course, if something went wrong, any number of things could happen, from me being killed by a lady of the dark realms to opening a rift in the dimensions big enough for something truly nasty to get through.

So, being young and stupid, I quickly got to work setting up the elements and then I awaited my catch. Yes, at the end of the day we warlocks have more in common with trout fishermen than we do with your average devil worshipper.

I waited 30 minutes before anything happened. I heard her first in the sound of a soft little moan that echoed throughout the room reverberating with a scintillating edge. Then the centre of the circle came alight with a burst of green flame that almost singed my eyebrows before it flickered out to reveal my catch.

To this day one of the most pleasant memories of my entire life was the first moment I saw Channa. She was all that was advertised and more. Her body was a perfectly proportioned collection of slender slopes with just enough curve at her hips and her breast to make my mouth water. Skin of smooth, luscious alabaster covered her wonderful womanly figure. Settled upon her knees, her heels tucked against the heart-shaped cheeks of her bare bottom, she made a sinfully submissive sight for my hungry eyes. Long, slender legs were folded against themselves and parted to show a naughty strip of jet black hair at the apex of her thighs. Beneath that dark little tuft were the bright pink lips of her already glistening pussy, parted slightly to show a hint of her welcoming depths.

Her hips narrowed into a tight waist with gentle inclines of taut muscle flowing up toward nicely-rounded, moderately-proportioned breasts with perky, rose coloured nipples. When I laid my eyes on her face I felt my heart starting to thunder against my ribcage. I saw a vision of female perfection accented with dark carnal allure and framed in a cascade of silky black curls.

Of course the fact that this was no ordinary woman was immediately evident. I first noticed the long black claws that tipped her fingers when she moved her hands forward to slide them down upon the floor. Those long vicious digits settled on the ground between her legs as she leaned toward me. She looked at me with gleaming eyes, the colour of freshly polished rubies with long slitted pupils at their centre. Those dark little slits slowly dilated as she looked upon me the same way I'd only seen women look at a tub of chocolate ice cream. Her brow was adorned with two long slender black horns that curved backwards along her skull.

I'd done it. I'd summoned a demon.

I was also pretty damn certain that I'd fallen in love too, but that was beside the point.

"Well? Do you speak?" Her voice had me moving toward her before I caught myself and rallied my willpower enough to stay back.

As you can imagine, I was a little bit stuck for words. I think during those first years I was waiting for my hobby to disappoint me. I could move a pencil, but I probably couldn't levitate one. I could summon fire, but probably couldn't write my name in the sky with it. I could imbue magic into things, but I probably couldn't summon anything from the dark realms.

So far my cynicism had been wrong at every turn.

"Hello. Er... may I have your name?" I suddenly remembered what I planned to do if anything actually did happen.

The question made the beautiful and thoroughly deadly creature suddenly grin at me. She flashed a set of very sharp canines and incisors amongst gleaming white teeth. The way she kept eye contact was damn well un-nerving, not to mention incredibly arousing.

"Now, now my dear sweet boy. We've just met, you and I. Have you no pleasantries to offer before you ask something of me?"

Her face had an alluring maturity to its features and if she were human I'd have thought she might have just slipped into her early 30s. This, combined with her other less-subtle features, gave me an idea of just how powerful she was. Of course she could have been much more powerful and simply be hiding it from me but the truth was that she was already probably much more powerful than I was so why should she bother? At least, that's what I hoped.

"What do you want?" I took the direct approach.

"I want you to come to me in this little circle so that I can peel you out of those garments and see what your cock feels like on my tongue."

To emphasise her words she let her pointed, pink tongue slowly lick over her upper lip and then opened her mouth to wiggle it at me.

"Then I'd be dead." I said that more to myself than to her. Right then it was helpful to say aloud the reason I couldn't run over there and let her do anything she damn well pleased to me.

"But you'd be happy. Very happy." Well, she didn't exactly need to tell me that. A certain part of me was already extremely happy for her to just be there.

"But not for long." I brought my common sense to the fore and stifled that little voice in my head telling me to go and enjoy my last moments on earth with her.

"Oh, come now. We could be at it for hours and hours," she lowered her voice to a promising whisper.

"Are you kidding? I'm an 18-year-old virgin. Ten seconds would be an accomplishment."

These words obviously surprised the succubus. It was almost funny to see her expression shift from that damn near panting, wanton look of lusty desire and into wide-eyed shock. She held that expression for a few brief moments before my words sank in and she flung her head back and let out a peal of lyrical laughter. One of her hands lifted from the floor to settle the backs fingers loosely across her lips in a half hearted attempt to hide her widely upward curved lips.

"Oh, my boy! You're certainly not like the others are you? It's a shame you're so new at this. I think I'd have enjoyed seeing you again." Her eyes narrowed upon me and her smile became less amused and much more vicious.

"What do you mean?" I felt an icy wave of fear wash over me and steeled my face in order to hide it from her. She shouldn't have been able to read my mind with the containment I'd set up for her.

"I mean that you've made a very nice containment circle and the magical energies you've put in here to sustain me are very yummy indeed, but you've forgotten something." As she spoke she calmly lifted herself up to her feet and lifted her arms above her head to stretch her slender body for my viewing pleasure.

"Have I?" I was really hoping I hadn't.

"Yes, it's a common mistake for new warlocks. Don't feel too bad. You see, a circle is not a sphere and your magic isn't infinite. That means it doesn't go up or down forev..."

I knew what she was talking about. The penny finally seemed to have dropped and I closed my eyes to concentrate. You see, she was completely right. If you empower a circle then you essentially end up with a containment cylinder as the walls that bind the demon in that spot form around the edge of the circle. The problem is that those walls aren't infinitely high and they don't go down through the earth very far. Essentially I'd forgotten to put a floor and a ceiling on her cell. If I'd made another circle at 90 degrees, then I'd have been in business. As it was she had two very easy means of escape.

When she saw me close my eyes and focus my energy into sealing over those two big gaps, she quickly bent her legs and leapt upwards with a force so powerful that it snapped several floorboards beneath her. That lithe body shot upwards as she balled her fists above her head and burst upwards through the flimsy ceiling.

Perfect.

Alright, so I've been holding out on you a little. That wasn't my first trip to the apartment building. I mean, you read the compendium's description of the succubus, didn't you? Would you summon up one of those things on your first try without some tricks up your sleeve?

I wanted a challenge, I wanted to summon something cool, but that didn't mean I was suicidal. So I looked through the book for some more advanced imprisonment techniques. Sure enough, I found some. The problem was that demons often had to be forced into these prisons and I wasn't nearly strong enough to force a succubus anywhere. So I set up my summoning circle in that apartment block not just because it was abandoned but because it was a place where there was a decently sized enclosed space directly above and directly below it.

The reason I didn't seal my summoning circle was because for the past few weeks I'd been preparing two of those prisons in the rooms above and below the one I'd chosen to use. I'd set up a minor ward that would make anyone but me who got close to those rooms extremely uncomfortable so that no one interrupted or messed up the seals. The rooms themselves were unremarkable except for the fact that they were completely empty. No burned out mattresses, cigarette butts or beer cans littered the floor since I'd methodically cleaned both rooms. Then I'd spray painted them entirely black. 

Patterns, candles, crystals and that other crap won't help you enchant shit, but a uniform surface helps focus the mind. I didn't have to worry about all the different stains in the carpet, the different shapes of the graffiti on the wall or the few cracks in the roof. All I needed to remember when imbuing the place with the necessary energy was the colour black.

The energy I put into it wasn't the same as that of my little summoning circle either. The Nocturne Compendium had a wildly different assortment of interesting magical prisons for demonic agents, and I was using some of the toughest ones it was possible for me to create. Once the basics were covered I'd poured several rows of iron filings across the room. Iron is a great way to block a demon's senses and they completely expect it in a place like a human dwelling. After a little further enchanting, I had my prison built.

So when the succubus launched herself up through the roof I was the most excited I'd been all my life. I hadn't forced her into her new demonic prison; she'd jumped in the damn thing for me!

The noise didn't bother me, anyone who got curious would be kept away by the wards I had in place. I quickly rushed out of the apartment and up the stairs to the next floor before finding the right door. It wasn't broken in, the window next to it wasn't smashed. I'd caught her!

With shaking hands, I grabbed the door handle and opened it up slowly until my eyes fell upon the sight in the middle of the room.

Remember all those iron filings I'd piled up in rows across the floor? Well putting some extra enchantments on them had definitely paid off. Gone from the black floor, they now adorned the struggling succubus around her ankles and wrists. The shackles were firmly linked to a set of thick unbreakable chains that were pulled tight against the walls. As a result, the first demon I'd summoned was suspended helplessly from the ground with her arms and legs spread open as they hung in the air.

The prison was made to hold demons bigger and meaner than she was. It involved a hell of a lot of work and had been updated on several occasions in the compendium by warlocks who'd thought of nearly every way a demon could manage to break free. I was almost as pleased that I'd managed to pull it off properly as I was that I'd caught her.

The final touch happened as I extended my hand over the gaping hole she'd left in the floor and settled the last piece into position. I opened my eyes as the bits of wood, metal and plaster began to move back into place, filling the hole and sealing together again as if they'd never been touched. Good rule for a demonic prison? Make it easy to fix.

One thing I wasn't expecting to see was the look in the succubus's eyes when her last hope of escape closed shut beneath her. She was afraid. The shackles let me feel that fear in her.

Good.

"Thanks for the advice, but I actually figured it out myself." I couldn't resist a victorious smile.

"Who is your master?" The fear was still there, coupled now with irritation.

"Don't have one." I walked over to her, that body definitely deserved closer examination.

"Liar." Her voice fell to a menacing hiss.

"Scouts honour." I held up my hand into what I suppose might have been a scout salute.

"A novice could not have imprisoned me this way." She evidently had a bit of an ego.

"Apparently one has." I stood in front of her and took a much closer look at my first pair of bare breasts.

I should mention that this isn't exactly a breach of etiquette for a succubus. In fact, if you ever meet one then you should definitely check out their tits at least once in the first minute or so. If you don't then she could take offence.

Her breasts were a wonderful treat for my eyes. Those light pink nipples were hard and pointed out proudly. Penny sized areolas surrounded those little peaks, themselves settled on beautiful mounds of her smooth, snowy tits. The demoness couldn't influence my mind, not in her new prison. Still, my dick could have uprooted a few trees right then.

Fear had waned to curiosity as she watched me take in the close up view of her body. Then she let her head fall back and turn to look up to where the chains linked with the walls. What she saw brought the smile back to her face and she looked down on me with a renewed air of confidence.

"You have not forged these magics correctly, human." Her words made me take a very quick step backwards and take stock of the situation. It puzzled me to see everything working properly. All the energies were functioning as they should.

"Then why haven't you broken free?" I remained wary.

"I cannot. The chains bind me well enough, yet you have not placed the enchantments of this cage that will drain my energy. They cannot be added without breaking the entire structure. So, you have failed." She grinned victoriously.

It was true. The actual function of the cage I'd made was to drain demonic energy from the denizens of the dark realms. You can do some pretty cool stuff with all that shadowy power and it's very rare in our realm. Of course I had no intention of destroying my first summoned demon. 

"I didn't want your energy, so they didn't seem like suitable additions," I told her.

Her brow furrowed as she watched me.

"Then why?" She finally asked as I'd remained annoyingly silent.

"Because you're right. I'm new at this. You're the first one I've summoned. I'm also a virgin who's never even kissed a girl. I figured you'd have me for breakfast if I just used the usual summoning circle. You nearly did anyway. I wasn't far away from rushing in there with you when you did that little tongue thing." I wiggled my tongue at her for emphasis. She narrowed her eyes at me. "So I made up this trap and placed the entrance right over the escape hatch I left for you downstairs. I hoped you'd take my youth and inevitable nervousness around you as a sign of stupidity. Obviously you did. So now the situation is much more to my advantage and I don't have to worry about you getting in here." I tapped my brow and then lowered both my hands to clasp them behind my back.

"So you did all this for an advantage," a slow tilt of her head was offered as she regarded me with suspicion. "Then what do you want?" The chains rattled with the echoes of her frustration.

"Well I thought I'd give you an offering. But I needed a certain amount of protection in place before I did." I offered a cheerful smile. I was very pleased with myself.

"Oh? What offering do you wish to give?" She obviously thought that I was about to break out the red hot pokers or something. You couldn't really blame her. The dark realms aren't really a great place to practice hope.

"Well, if you'd allow it, I wanted to touch you." I remember my face feeling suddenly very warm at this point.

The succubus merely stared at me in response to the suggestion. At first I thought she was plotting the best way to tell me I was an idiot. Oh yeah, I could summon and trap a demon without a hitch but asking a pretty lady if I could cop a feel? Well that'll scare anyone.

What she was actually doing was waiting for me to finish. The idea that anyone would ask before making a grab for her was almost unthinkable to the creature. Ever since she was first created as that frail wraith-like creature she'd been almost constantly engaged in one sexual act or another in order to survive. So when it finally dawned on her that I wasn't going to continue and that all I wanted was to touch her, she pursed her lips for a moment and then offered a small nod.

"If you don't wish me to then I'll send you back if you like." I fumbled my words. The memory makes me grit my teeth.

"I've wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you." A hint of that hungry expression slipped back over that gorgeous face.

"Yes, but we've been through why that's not going to happen." I stepped back toward her, feeling a renewed confidence.




The Warlock



"Touch me, then." Curiosity and excitement had gotten the better of her. She was a creature of lust and I was offering her a taste of what she wanted most.

I eagerly reached out and grasped her breasts in my hands. They were wonderfully soft beneath my fingertips and her pebbled nipples poked against my palms. I explored those gorgeous globes with the enthusiasm that only a horny teenager can muster. It was a full 2 minutes before I realised that the succubus had closed her eyes and her mouth was opened to let out a little moan as I explored her tits. The sight spurned me on for she was clearly enjoying what I was doing. An always avid learner, I followed the little changes in her face as I groped that soft flesh to discover her weaknesses.

Succubi are built for sex. You know how good it feels for us and we only really need to do it around five times in a lifetime in order for the species to survive? Well they need to do it at least three times in a day. As a result their bodies are hard wired to make sure it never gets old.

She suddenly squealed with her building excitement, shaking her bonds to try and spring free to do all the naughty things she wanted to me. The chains held fast and the moment of pause made her lower her head, causing those raven curls to spill down across her shoulders and over the globes I'd been so happily handling. She looked at me from beneath those dark brows and then offered a smile that could shatter a marriage.

"That was a fine offering, so intimate and-" She obviously thought I was done. 

I wasn't.

Falling to my knees in front of her open legs, I reached up and touched my first pussy. The slippery, wet heat felt incredibly inviting. For a moment I actually considered standing up and releasing my aching cock. In that moment it was a 50-50 coin toss as to whether or not I'd fuck her to my own death. Thankfully in my kneeling position it was much easier to part those glistening pink folds with my index and middle fingers before leaning in to taste her. I found that option utterly irresistible.

The moment my fingers had touched her, the words she'd been speaking had faded into a low hiss of desire. When my tongue slowly began lapping at her inner petals the screams began. Some were high-pitched banshee-like wails whilst others were drawn from deep in her lungs to become heated bellows and desperate wordless cries for more.

It was a sound my ears would never get tired of. Her taste, her scent, and the wonderful slippery texture of her pussy were all heaven. If I were ever to orgasm inside her then she'd devour my soul in a heartbeat and the trauma of such an immediate loss would simply make my brain cease to function before my heart could beat again. Still, it didn't matter. I could live without it. Having her writhing and wriggling in chains whilst screaming herself hoarse for me was the most incredible experience of my life until then.

I don't know how long I stayed there. I remember feeling the first splash of her sweet nectar on my tongue after the first 30 seconds, and by the time I stood up my chin was soaked and so was most of my shirt and the floor beneath us. Those little squirts were happily guzzled down by yours truly. Their frequency became much more common when I discovered the little bud of her clit. I flicked and teased that sensitive flesh until her screams nearly deafened me.

Finally, when I lifted myself up and wrapped my arms around her body, I saw that she definitely wasn't faking. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open as desperate gasps of air left her lungs. I took that moment to hold her against me and pull her parted lips against mine. The kiss that followed was initially somewhat half hearted on her part. Kissing wasn't a big thing in the dark realms. So, to my slight alarm, she groggily tried to bite me instead. At first I thought I wasn't reading her correctly and she simply didn't like it. Then when I heard the little whimper of protest when I broke the kiss, I happily dived back in. She tried to bite again but thankfully seemed to be savouring the afterglow of my efforts enough that she wasn't too adept at it.

Slowly, she got the hang of what was intended and it was both of us who learned something new. She wasn't one for slow and romantic for obvious reasons and the kiss soon turned into a debauched and thoroughly carnal act. I loved every second of it.

When she started getting a little too aggressive and began nipping at my lips again with renewed vigour, I quickly released her from my arms and stepped back.

"Thank you." I mumbled in a way that made me look just as awkward as it sounds.

The succubus looked at me and curved her lips whilst flashing her teeth.

"Channa." The word was spoken with a certain amount of eagerness.

"I'm sorry?" I wasn't really sure what the hell that meant.

"You asked me my name. My name is Channa. Now, will that be all? I'm not adverse to whips and chains, you know." She winked at me conspiratorially.

"Right! Channa. Thanks." I smiled like an idiot and didn't stop for quite some time afterwards. "I'll let you go now if you want."

"What I want is to make you spill what's in that hard dick right inside the pussy you've gotten so hot. But since you seem so dead set against that, then I have another request for you." For a lady who was hanging from her wrists in the nude she sure was awfully businesslike.

"Oh, what is it?" I doubt I even need to tell you that agreeing to a demon's request before you've heard it is an enormously bad idea.

"Do you know a truth binding?" She rested her head against her arm as she spoke.

"Yeah, sure." I nodded. I'd used one to make a truth serum. In case you're wondering, hilarity ensued soon after I put it in my teacher's coffee. Our whole class got to know what he really thought of us.

"Place it upon me. There is something I wish to tell you, and I want you to believe it."

I frowned at the odd request. A truth binding involves using invasive magic. Just as the body protects its inner contents with a decent waterproof coating and a sound structural design, it also protects its soul. In order to influence someone's mind or to bring about any magical influence within them then you must first break through that protection. A good way to do this is to introduce the magic into their system through their food like I did with my teacher. Failing that, you have to do considerable damage to the body before the intended thrall becomes weak enough to break. This is why fights between those with magical abilities usually consist of hurled fireballs and lightning bolts rather than simply conjuring up a few air bubbles in their blood stream.

The other way to get into someone's head is if you have their willing cooperation. This was what she was offering and also why it was so strange. She would be highly vulnerable during the casting. Then again, I suppose she thought that if I wanted to harm her I certainly had the chance.

So I set about steeling my will and casting it forth through her welcoming mind to compel her to speak the truth. It was an interesting experience, to directly cast the spell and sense her presence. She was very good at sealing away the parts of her she didn't wish me to see whilst allowing me access to the area I needed. I pressed my influence and felt her willingly yield against it. I knew she would only speak the truth.

Of course that didn't mean she had to speak at all.

"You're very talented for a novice." The commendation of my efforts brought a thrill of accomplishment through me. "If you should summon me again then your binding circle would hold me. If you try anything like this I will not answer your call. This has been pleasant but I'm not about to get into the habit of being completely defenceless before a warlock."

"I understand." I nodded.

"I also bind myself to the promise that I will never try to influence your mind whilst you summon me. One day I will have you. Then you shall be the one screaming for me but until then I would enjoy seeing you. My only condition is that you do not cause me harm whilst I am bound, or try to trap me again."

"No problem." I agreed.

"Then release me."

I took one last look over her and snapped a mental picture for later. Then I closed my eyes and began the banishment that would send her back to the dark realms. It took me 5 minutes to get everything settled and she seemed to ignite with a flash of green fire before she vanished completely. The banishment had worked and I'd summoned up my first demon! More than that, I'd just squeezed some tits and licked a pussy!

I watched the chains and shackles disintegrate back into the iron filings from which they were made and pile up on the black floor beneath where she had once hung. Figuring I might have a use for them in the future, I cleaned them into a plastic bag before heading out of the apartment and walking home with a cheerful spring in my step.

That night when I got home, I laid in bed thinking about Channa and all the things I could do with her. When a demon bound herself to a promise then she was compelled to fulfil it to the utmost. I was under no such obligation. I laid in bed that night, stroking my cock until I'd spilled three thick loads into a handful of tissues. Just thinking about the way she looked was enough to set me off and the residual sexual energy was better than a box full of Viagra. 

As I drifted off to sleep I contented myself with another thought. Summoning a demon had made it official. I was a warlock. What I wanted to try next would prove how good I was. It was time to barter for a soul.

- - - - -

As it turned out, getting someone to give you their soul is much easier than you might think. The hard part comes with the preparation of the contract. Oh yeah, we have contracts. I have about 350 rolled up pieces of paper stored in several vaults that bind the souls of my clients to my will. Making those pieces of paper is the hardest part. You can't exactly just grab a sheet out of the printer and scribble down I Owe U 1 Soul, then give it to me. The paper has to be fairly old because older things tend to hold magic better. Then it has to be treated in a mixture of my blood and some boiling water for about an hour whilst I stand over it using my magical skills and a pair of tongs to make sure it doesn't turn into a ball of mush. Then it needs to be imbued with the right magical energies to hold the connection between me and the client. This takes an additional 4 hours. Finally, I need to write out the contract itself which is pretty wordy since I need to avoid any loopholes in the agreement.

A couple of years ago a novice I knew didn't pay that much attention to the wording of his contracts. So, one of his clients took it to a lawyer. I shit you not. The lawyer was your typical ambulance chaser but still managed to undermine the entire thing. Meanwhile, the novice in question is using the soul's energy to bind a hellhound when all of a sudden the client zips back control of all that power. The guy gets his soul back and the would-be warlock was dog food. So yeah, I tend to word my contracts carefully.

Once all that's finished with, then you go out and find someone who's willing to part with their soul.

Believe it or not, I managed to strike gold with my first idea. I had plenty of money saved up out of sight of my parents. I wasn't sure their complete apathy concerning my existence would extend to the small fortune I'd kept as a result of not really spending money on anything. Most of my life was spent in books and the library had enough of those to keep me occupied. I had just over £1,500 hidden away by the time I needed it.

I snagged £100 out of my savings and late at night I went out to the local red light district. On an estate like mine, you didn't have to go far to find trouble, but at least you were never short on guys trying to sell drugs and women trying to sell their bodies. I ventured out that night with a different kind of offer in mind.

The problem with dealing in the souls of street hookers is that not many have much of a soul to begin with. Now, I'm not launching a crusade or anything here, you do what you have to survive. I get that. It's just that spending all night getting slammed by sweaty Johns and all day doped up to the eyeballs isn't very good for the soul. Like I said, self confidence, creativity, inspiration, determination. These are the kind of personality traits I look for when picking my clients.

When I walked through the streets checking out the girls standing around awaiting their curb crawlers, I immediately saw there wasn't going to be much to choose from. They all had hollow eyes, pallid faces, and their flesh was pulled far too tightly against the bones beneath. I kept to the shadows and used the air itself to muffle the noise my footsteps made.

It took me close to an hour of searching before I found anyone I remotely wanted to take a risk on. She looked like she'd just turned 30 and stood tall and slender without appearing unhealthy. Her height was propped up a further few inches by the long, high-heeled sandals she wore for which it was way too fucking cold. Unlike most of the ladies of the night I'd seen on my travels, she was talking with the two girls she was with. Those girls seemed to be not much older than me and all too quickly approaching the torpid appearance of most of their competition.

The woman I'd picked still had expression in her features as she spoke and she seemed to be annoyed about something, which was a good sign. Her face had a healthy fullness to it with high cheekbones, a petite nose and a mouth that seemed a little too wide for the rest of her features. I remember thinking that I'd have enjoyed seeing her give a genuine smile. All of this was settled in amongst smoothly falling hair that first appeared a dark brown but betrayed its true auburn colour as she moved beneath the fading streetlight. 

If it wasn't for what she'd been wearing I wouldn't have thought she'd been a hooker at all. It was getting to the middle of autumn in England and it was the dead of night. She was wearing a very small pink tube top across petite breasts with her nipples poking into the flimsy material to show just how much the cold really was affecting her. A slim, bare midriff showed off a toned belly and the strings of an intensely pink thong lifted up from beneath her miniskirt to wrap over the tops of her hips. Much like her top, that miniskirt left little to the imagination and showed off her long, bare legs, which certainly caught my eye for a longer moment than I'd intended.

Before some other asshole could pull up next to her and whisk her away, I checked for any potential threats and when I found none, I finally stepped out of the shadows and crossed the road.

"And I don't know what you're doing working for that guy. He's such a complete..." I caught the first part of her conversation and she trailed off when she noticed me approaching.

I privately kicked myself when I saw her flinch at the sight of me. It's not that I was particularly hideous, just that it must have seemed like I'd appeared almost out of nowhere. So I put on my best attempt at a casual, easy-going smile and offered a small nod in greeting to show I wasn't going to be trouble. 

"Hey. Scared the fuck outta me." She turned from the girls to look at me, the once over seemed to reassure her. I wasn't exactly all that imposing back then.

She had a somewhat interesting set of eyes that were dark brown along the inner part of the iris and flared outward into an emerald green colour. As a result, they could look very different depending on what kind of light she was in. Right then, they appeared like twin pools of deep, rich mahogany and I saw a strong soul residing within.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to," I apologised.

"So, you want a ride or what?" She was still looking at me with some scepticism. Well kept, apparently polite young men apparently weren't her usual sort of customer.

"What do you charge?" I wanted to see if my offer was going to be worth her while.

"A tenner for a blowjob, twenty for a ride, and for fifty we can do whatever you want for an hour." She folded her arms and gave a challenging sniff as she looked at me.

"What if I said I'd give you a hundred, right now, for just a signature?" As I said this, the two girls watching us looked between each other, clearly wondering if I was for real.

"I'd say fuck off and stop trying to scam me." The woman folded her arms across her small breasts and gave me a very dark look.

"No scam. Here's the money." I reached into my pocket and produced my wallet, opened it up in front of her and showed the collection of notes inside..

This clearly took her off guard, aggression shifted to suspicion as she eyed the notes I was offering.

"What's the signature? Some weird kink of yours? Like, I have to sign your ass whilst you scream at me or something?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at that little picture as I shook my head and lowered my wallet before pulling out the rolled up parchment from my back pocket. I hooked my fingers onto the top and watched it roll open to reveal the contract.

"You sign this, I get your soul, then I walk away and you're a hundred pounds richer." 

There was a longer pause after this. The girls were looking at me like I was a crazy person and one nudged the woman toward me to sign my little contract.

"My soul?" She seemed slightly uncertain as she looked back to the two girls.

"Yep. I believe in souls. I want yours. I'm paying a hundred for it. Right now." I wiggled the contract in front of her to emphasise my offer.

"What if I don't want..." She still seemed very cautious and now a little bit confused. I definitely wasn't fitting in to her view on how the world worked.

I was trying very hard not to bounce on the spot with excitement for what I hoped was about to happen.

"Go on Ruth, it's a hundred. You could go home early..." One of the girls urged.

She looked back to them for a moment and I caught a slight hint of what might have been irritation in her eyes. Then she turned back to me whilst appearing both annoyed and resolute before holding her hand out to me.

"Pen," she ordered.

I quickly slipped my wallet away to pull out the pen I'd brought along. She quickly snatched it out of my back along with my contract before using the top of a nearby waste bin to scribble her signature. I watched in near disbelief as she signed away her soul to me and I felt my mouth forming a victorious smile in the trend of an evil genius. I already had the hundred pounds in my hand to exchange with Ruth as she held out my contract. I quickly snagged it as she snagged the money and rolled up the parchment before replacing it in my back pocket.

"Thanks! See you around!" I offered the trio a small wave and left Ruth holding the money whilst I ran away with something much, much more valuable.

When I got home it was closing in on 1:00 in the morning and I reluctantly admitted to myself that I was too tired to work with the contract right then. I took one last look at it before I turned in for the night. That's when I noticed the signature on the paper.

Olivia Vale

I looked at the name for a while. I was sure the girl had called the woman Ruth. I quickly reasoned it away, supposing that many prostitutes must not have gone by their real name. In any case, I knew she couldn't lie on the contract paper. A client can never sign their name wrong or unwillingly on that dotted line.

I hid the contract away underneath a loose floorboard in my room and hit the sack soon afterwards.

The next day was a school day and since final exams were quickly approaching, I decided not to skip and to wait until later. Thankfully my parents were both out that day when I got home. My dad had gone to the pub and my mother had vanished to go sleep with whoever was the flavour of the month. So when I came home and found Olivia sat on my doorstep I was understandably shaken.




The Warlock



What's more she wasn't wearing a little tube top and a miniskirt anymore, but a pair of freshly-ironed ladies trousers, a neat white blouse, and a black suit-jacket over her shoulders. She looked smaller without the dangerously thin high heels and yet much more intimidating. I guessed what had happened the moment I laid eyes on her.

She was a bloody cop.

I froze on the spot, every part of me screamed to run away but I stayed rooted out of sheer bloody-minded stubbornness. I reminded myself I hadn't broken the law, and more to the point I had this woman's soul. I didn't need to be afraid. Unless of course she got me in jail before I could try using her contract then I'd be up shit creek without a paddle.

"Nice to see you again, Wilfred." She clearly saw how uncomfortable I was and relished the moment. I didn't blame her. If our situations were reversed then I might have done the same.

"Er, hi." I smoothly retorted.

"So I thought I should come have a word with you and your parents about your night-time habits." She stood up from my front step and put her hands in her pockets.

"They aren't in. They won't be back for hours." I fucking hoped.

"Well, do you mind if I come in and talk with you for a while?" Her smile faded a little to a more serious expression. "It's ok if you don't want me to but I'll be back later."

Great.

"A-alright." I stepped passed her to slip my key in the door. I caught the scent of her perfume on the air as I passed. Light citrus and fresh fruit filled my nostrils.

I opened the door and dumped my bag in the stair well before turning to go into the living room. I didn't want her anywhere near the Nocturne Compendium or my bedroom for that matter. I took a seat on the couch and looked over to her, gesturing to a chair opposite me where my dad usually wasted the days away.

"So, why are you going around in the early hours of the morning asking prostitutes for their souls?" She got right to the point.

"How did you know where I lived?" That was some damn good detective work. She sure as hell hadn't tailed me home.

"I saw your library card in the front of your wallet when you took out the hundred. It has your name and address on the front of it." Ok, maybe it wasn't such good detective work.

"Look, I haven't broken any law. Last I checked, bartering for a soul wasn't illegal, which shows just how much faith this country places in the teachings of its church, by the way." I sat upright, resolved that I'd been caught and already considering a few ways to work the situation to my advantage.

"No, you're right. That hundred pounds you gave me was a lot of money though, and I want to make sure..." She leaned forward in the chair, her fingertips settled against each other as she looked to sympathise.

"I didn't steal it." I firmly halted the line of her question in its tracks.

She didn't say anything for a moment, her face became unreadable until she gave me a little nod and broke eye contact to take some of the unpleasant heat out of the moment.

"I see. Well in that case I'd like to ask you a few questions about the nature of what you believe in. A lot of smart people your age can feel left out and search for answers in the wrong places. Not so long ago I stopped a man from killing his girlfriend with a piece of broken glass because he said that Satan wanted him to." She locked eyes on mine again with those last four words. Her gaze was steely and searching.

I promptly burst out laughing.

"Now, Wilfred it's ok to admit that..." She started to speak again and I felt her awareness of her mistake in the sound of her voice. Once again, she really didn't seem very sure of herself.

It was actually becoming quite fun for me.

"Look, Olivia, I don't worship the devil. Never met the guy. Wouldn't want to if I could." I managed to speak through the occasional chortle as I could hardly get over the idea. She thought I was sitting in my room wearing lots of black make-up whilst listening to "Stairway to Heaven" backwards and praising Lucifer. Clearly she wasn't quite the threat I had imagined her to be.

"Then why in the hell did you do that last night? Was it a prank? Wait, how the hell do you know my real name?" Her voice took on a ferocious lilt that I oddly found rather enjoyable.

"It wasn't a prank, and I know lots about you, Olivia." I teased her with silence as I considered my options.

"Right, then we'll have to continue this conversation with your parents. I'll stop by later on." She'd clearly had enough with me.

I watched her stand up and turn to walk with those long legged strides toward the door to the living room. I couldn't resist. The look on her face when the door suddenly slammed shut in front of her was just priceless. She spared an angry glance back at me before reaching out to grab the door handle. She found it firmly jammed in place due to a little earth magic I'd conjured up a moment before.

Watching her grow steadily more alarmed was perversely fun, especially when she turned back to me and saw I was stood in the middle of the living room, watching her.

"What the hell are you playing at?" Her eyes narrowed and I saw her hands ball into fists. Cute.

"I'm showing you the reason I asked for your soul last night." I replied with a cheerful smile and what I suppose must have been a slightly malicious glint in my eye.

Before she could respond I lifted up my hand and extended two fingers into the air before me. She watched for any signs that I might attack and then her eyes widened and her jaw fell open when she saw my fingertips burst into red spurts of flame. The flame stayed in the air as I settled it into a little vertical line that burned in mid air. Then I left an empty space and slipped to the next letter as I formed four words in fire out of nothingness.

I

AM

THE

DEVIL.

It's easy when you know how. Then, for suitable effect, I stepped through the fiery words without a single burn to show for it and offered her a little bow.

The scream that followed filled my house and almost made me recoil. The woman was terrified and she quickly fell backwards on her ass and pushed herself up quickly to flatten her back on the wall beneath the windowsill. The calm, cool exterior of the cop had vanished and I saw true terror in her wide green eyes as sweat began to form upon her brow.

I let the fire behind me fizzle out and placed my hands on my hips before looking down upon her with a long-suffering sigh.

"Calm down, ok? I'm not the devil. I'm pretty sure there's no such thing."

"B-but... but... I... but..." She was obviously trying to speak but her sudden rush of fear and confusion were doing their best to keep her silent.

"You were annoying me," I explained.

"I don't... How is that... How did you do that!?" She was shaking now as she remained slumped down on the carpet beneath my window.

"Magic." I shrugged.

"There's no such thing as magic," she growled with defiance.

"Oh, I think you'll find you're very wrong about that." I lifted up my hand and conjured up a few drops of water out of the air before using the air itself to weave the drops between my open fingers.

She watched, enthralled. Desperate to see how the trick was done, she was obviously having no luck in finding any smoke and mirrors hidden about my living room. Then she blinked and looked into my eyes.

"Souls are real." She'd finally come to the point.

I let the water drop to the floor where it dripped across the carpet. I simply nodded to her with a little, admittedly mischievous smile.

"I want it back." She took a breath and raised herself to her feet.

"Well you can't have it." I cheerfully rebuked her like a five year old hogging his favourite toy.

"You had no right. I didn't know..."

"How it worked?" I helpfully offered her some perspective. "You don't know anything. You still don't. Do you think I'm keeping your soul trapped in the basement in a cage? A little see-through version of you with wings and a halo, sat there strumming an empty cup along the iron bars of its cell?"

"That's not the point." She took a step toward me and stopped immediately when she saw I wasn't giving any ground.

"I beg to differ. You have no idea who I am or what I've bought from you. Believe me, you'll get a lot more out of the hundred pounds."

"Look, you little shit. Either you burn that damn piece of paper or I'm taking you down to the station." That fear was quickly receding to be replaced by anger.

"Oh you are, are you? Well, you know how a really good magician can slip out of any pair of cuffs? Just stop for a moment and imagine what I'm capable of." I smirked at her. I decided I liked showing off. I definitely needed to do it more often.

"What do you want? Money? I'll give you the damn money back." Her voice raised and took on a slightly higher pitch of desperation.

"You don't have anything I want and, well, no takie-backsies, Olivia" I placed my hands behind my back and chuckled as I watched her slowly unravel. Yeah, I can be a bit of a cruel bastard when I want to be.

That was all it took, she curled her lips into a vicious snarl and leapt across the few feet between us. Her hands were reaching out for my neck and they would have gotten hold of it too if I hadn't quickly suspended her in mid air. The experience must have been a very unsettling one as she looked down at the floor, not understanding why she wasn't moving until she looked back to me and found my face very close to hers.

"Alright, I'll stop. You can have your soul back on one condition." I held up my index finger for emphasis.

"What?" Again, suspicion filled those lovely emerald-brown eyes.

"You go on a date with me." My other fingers along with the thumb joined the one that was already held up.

There was a pause as she processed this information.

"What!?" Apparently, the idea that a man who bartered with souls had difficulty finding good company was a difficult one for her to compute.

"A date. Tomorrow night."

"I'm already seeing someone." I found it almost sweet that she thought of that excuse first.

"Well you can un-see him or her for one night. Then, when we're done I'll give you back your soul and we never have to see each other again." I released my hold on her and she quickly managed to get her feet underneath herself instead of crashing to the ground.

"Why in the hell do you want a date?" Apparently this wasn't an idea she could swing her head around.

"Because I'm terrible with women." I never deluded myself otherwise.

"Wow, well I gotta tell you, kid. I'm kinda seeing why." She straightened out her jacket as she spoke. She took a long, deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. Then, seeing absolutely no other option she gave a little nod in the affirmative. "Alright. I'll go out with you tomorrow night."

"Brilliant! Wear something slinky," I suggested.

She looked like she was having a great deal of trouble not punching me in the nose.

"Fine. I'll be here at eight."

"Seven." I quickly raised the stakes.

"I don't get off work until seven."

"Seven thirty then."

"Alright. Oh and if you think you're getting me to put out then you're really deluding yourself." The warning could have frozen the air between us.

"Yeah, that's fine. I think I've got a handle on the sex part. I just need some experience with everything up to that point."

"You're a really weird kid. I mean, even for a sorcerer..."

"Warlock," I quickly interrupted.

"Right, even for a warlock you're pretty strange."

"Met many warlocks, have you?"

The casual banter and lack of infernal fire lighting up the room had put her at ease. Well, it put her at as much ease as you can be in her situation. She shook her head at my question and I caught a glint of something that might have been amusement in her eyes that certainly didn't spread outward to soften the severe look she was giving me.

"So, I'll just be going now." She stepped back toward the door. "Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?"

"No, I'll pick you up."

"Can you drive?" It seemed she'd noticed the lack of cars outside our house.

"Nope."

"Then how will you pick me up?"

"I'm resourceful." I turned and took a seat on the couch.

"Alright. I want to see that contract when I see you tomorrow. Before anything happens." She had the tone of someone trying to make a deal on terms that she didn't understand.

"That's fair, but it doesn't burn until the end of the night."

"Ok. Do you want my number?"

"I have your soul. I'll know where to find you." I kept my smile amiable as I said that.

The words seemed to shake her, regardless of their intent. She looked at me for a long time before she finally nodded and turned to head out of the door. I let her go and breathed an enormous sigh of relief as I heard the door close.

That had gone much better than it could have.

I quickly ran through the living room and up the stairs to my room before I snatched up her contract from my hidey-hole. Looking it over, I saw it was still intact and in pristine condition. Of course it was. I hadn't done anything wrong when I forged it. For a moment I considered going back on my deal with Olivia. I could quite easily have gotten the date with her and then made her do damn near anything I wanted.

Remember me telling you about how the body has a very strong protection against any kind of invasive magic? Well owning someone's soul provides a convenient back door in that protection. It lets you do practically anything you like with them. Of course I'd need a certain amount of preparation time with the contract, but by the time I picked her up the next night, I could have made her cluck like a chicken if I wanted to. Oh, and in case you're wondering, then yes, I did consider making her do other things, too.

Once you have someone's soul then you can actually change them. You can make them an obsessive piano player, an avid sports fan, or a sex-crazed maniac. Given that Olivia had quite a nice body, I certainly imagined having her spend the night giving me a long strip-tease before bouncing up and down on my cock to her heart's content. What's more, I could make damn sure she loved every minute of it.

I'd like to say I had a sudden surge of conscience and decided to go the gentlemanly route, but the truth is that I've never had all that much in the way of morality in the first place. What stopped me from putting those ideas into action was that I just found them kind of... icky. Sure, it's cool to fantasise about sexually owning someone, but when it comes right down to it I don't really want a sex slave. It takes away the challenge of talking to someone when they mindlessly agree with everything you say, and I'd imagine sex would soon get boring when you didn't have to try.

Plus, taking this woman who had an obviously keen mind, a job, and probably a family somewhere, then turning her into a sex-crazed drone just seemed like an enormous waste.

So I set about practising some things I'd wanted to try for a while. Nothing too major, of course, since I was planning on voiding the contract in a day's time. Still, a few fail-safes couldn't hurt in case Olivia turned up tomorrow with a pack of cops and had me arrested for spiritual bartering or something. Much like a lot of actual magic, the process of playing with a contract isn't as visually thrilling as you might think. You simply place your hand upon the parchment and concentrate on the changes you want to make.

The first time I put my hand on to that paper and opened my mind to Olivia's soul, I felt the enormous rush of power begin to flow into me. I quickly suppressed it, albeit with some reluctance. Even the power of one soul can be astronomically potent in the hands of a warlock. You see, in its natural form, the soul does quite a few important things for a person. Just like your physical body, it has more than one thing to do at once. Magic is powered by its energy but a mage can't use the full potential of his own soul without destroying those important functions the soul provides. When you have a line into someone else's, then things become much less disagreeable. You can use it all up and drain them dry for an incredible amount of power.

Of course it leaves them soulless husks, and what's left of their existence is something not entirely unlike a waking coma.

My first experience with all that raw, useable power was when I touched Olivia's soul for the first time. Another cool thing that happens in that moment is that you tend to gain a great deal of insight into the person who signed the contract. It's not like reading their thoughts, but more like you just understand them and who they are on a very basic level. Olivia tended to put up a very hard front to mask a great many insecurities. She had a great deal of drive and it made her soul very strong in spite of a troubled love life. It wasn't very dissimilar to what I expected to find but still, seeing her soul laid bare was quite an experience.

I laid some of the bindings upon her that I would need if things turned nasty on our date. With a snap of my fingers I could command her to do anything I wanted. Oh, the power! Still, it wasn't anything that changed her psyche or who she was, so I was quite pleased with myself. I considered plunging deeper and actually listening to her thoughts, but that would make the entire exercise of dating her somewhat moot. 

I spent about an hour practising some other stuff, just to see if I could do it. Once I was finished I did my usual routine of elemental magic before I turned to the more mundane chores of homework. When it was all finished, there was only one thing left to do. I opened the Nocturne Compendium and asked for an index of its entries regarding the alchemical art of transmutation.

Now, I'll be honest with you, turning lead into gold is not easy. Even with magic, you end up putting so much power into the reaction that it isn't even remotely economic. This is because gold isn't just a very valuable metal to regular folks like you, it's also a very useful substance in magical terms too. Many of the greatest potions require gold as a part of them and the metal is also one of the most potent enchantable materials. So using alchemy to turn anything into gold is somewhat difficult.

Having said all that, diamonds are easy as pie to create out of almost anything. So it's not like we magical folk really have much of a problem attaining wealth. Money has never really been something I was all that bothered about. I figured with all my time spent learning things that money was eventually bound to pour in because I'd be an astrophysicist or a doctor by the time I was 30. I didn't just fill up my bank account and move to Hawaii when I was finally able to use magic because I still wanted to go to a university and spend at least the first year in the dorms.

All that didn't change the fact that right then I needed some extra money and I figured that it was as good a time as any to see if alchemy worked. Sufficed to say that by midnight that night I was the owner of five uncut diamonds the size of golf balls.

The next day, I did skip school. I took one of my diamonds to a local jeweller I knew of who was a thrifty old bastard who hated anyone younger than 50. I strolled in to his shop when it was empty and placed the fruit of my labour on the glass counter. You should have seen the way his eyes bulged. The thing was worth well over a million pounds and he knew it. I hoped he had some savings put away for me.

I played stupid of course, I only wanted about £30,000 to open a bank account and give me a decent start at university. So I asked him for it and sure enough, a quick trip to the bank later and I was considerably richer whilst the jeweller figured he'd taken me for the biggest idiot in the galaxy. I'd just taken him for some quick cash. With that, I quickly started spending on my date.




The Warlock



So, by the time 7:30 rolled around, I was dressed in a very expensive, tailored Armani suit and travelling in a hired limousine. It was a very nice ride too, not one of those designed for hired parties with a phone number scrawled across the side. My driver for the night was a nice middle-aged gentleman named Vince who was slightly surprised when he drove through my estate to pick me up. This was mostly due to the fact that he didn't often pick up clients from places that didn't look like they'd been renovated since the blitz.

He'd been nice enough to only look somewhat taken aback and not to mention anything when he'd opened the door for me. Olivia dwelled within a nicer part of town in amongst a set of overpriced luxury flats. I pulled up outside her window and saw her face looking down into the parking lot to see if I was coming. There was a short minute in which she just stood there gawping at my means of transportation before her head disappeared and I awaited her arrival.

She stepped out of the door of the apartment and it was my turn to gawp. I'd seen her dressed like a whore, I'd seen her dressed like a professional, plain-clothes cop but this was the first time I'd seen her dressed to impress. She certainly managed it. The strings of a smooth, little, black silk dress rested over her bare shoulders as the material fell down to her mid thigh. I was treated to the sight of an enticing hint of cleavage as her petite breasts were clearly braless in that little number. Her long legs were left bare and she was wearing a classier pair of black open-toed high heels on her feet. A golden bracelet adorned her left wrist as the only jewellery she wore. That medium-length auburn hair was freshly combed and fell smoothly about her face, to which she had applied a light layer of make-up.

I definitely approved.

"Hi." I actually think I gulped somewhat audibly shortly after I said that.

"Hey. You got the contract?" She settled a hand on her hip, the silk of the dress moulded around her body in some wondrously distracting ways.

"Huh?" I was still looking shamelessly at her legs and it took a few moments for me to return from cloud nine. "Oh! Yeah, it's right here."

I opened my suit-jacket and pulled out the roll of paper that she'd signed two nights before. I opened it to show her that it was, in fact, hers.

She eyed the contract for about 30 seconds before her gaze lifted to look at me.

"How do I know this is for real? I don't feel any different." That challenging glint in her gaze infused her features with an antagonistic allure I found to be incredibly sexy.

"You wouldn't. I haven't used it for anything. If I did then you'd feel tired, depressed, and very distant for a week or so until it became so bad that you'd just kill yourself." The moment the words were out of my mouth I actually gritted my teeth. I was on a date and opening with suicide. I was not exactly the sharpest tool in the drawer when it came to those things back in those days.

"And you'd do that to people!?" Her voice raised a few notches.

"No," I lied. "That's not the best way to use a soul. It's just why you don't feel any different. Most people who can't use magic ever actually do feel any different." I hoped I was explaining myself better.

"Oh." She lowered her head and lifted her fingers to her temples. "God, this is so fucking insane."

"I suggest you don't think about it too much. Look, I rented this limo, you look amazing." Then, suddenly remembering something, I turned around and dipped my head back into the car before snagging what was on the leather seat and turning back to her. "And this is for you. So how about we go eat, dance and get a little drunk? Then you get your soul back and I get to remember the night I dated a sexy older woman."

What I'd grabbed from the back of the car was a freshly-wrapped red rose. This, along with my words, seemed to take her somewhat off guard and a lot of the anger and suspicion faded to a sort of reluctant acquiescence. She took the offered rose and looked at it to see if there was anything magical about it before lifting her head to look back at me.

"I'm thirty-two, I'm only the older woman here because you're, what? Nine?"

I rolled my eyes whilst allowing a smile to form on my lips.

"I'm eighteen."

"Great, then you can buy my drinks all night." She quipped as she walked around to the other side of the car and slipped inside.

I cursed myself for not holding the door open for her. Then, I slipped her contract back in my jacket and entered the car myself to find the woman looking the vehicle over before turning to look at me.

"Ok, so where did this come from?" She lifted her hands to gesture at the elegant splendour that surrounded her.

I glanced up toward the driver to make sure the partition was firmly up before reaching over for the champagne I had resting on ice in a bucket nearby.

"I can turn coal into diamonds," I explained whilst snatching up two champagne flutes and offering her one.

She stared at me as if to say 'Are you shitting me?' before she finally said, "Are you shitting me?"

"Nope." I put my glass down for a moment to roll the window down and pop the cork.

The loud noise of the cork bursting from the end of the bottle and flying out over the road made us both jump in our seats. The fizzy liquid bubbled up but didn't overflow until I filled her glass and then my own.

"See, now I can finally arrest you." She said with a deadly serious tone.

"What? Why?" I looked around for the drugs or the corpse hanging from the limo's roof.

"Littering," she filled in.

"Oh ha, ha. Cheers." I extended my glass to clink lightly against hers before I took my first drink of my champagne and realised I liked it.

She mirrored my action and put away the entire glass.

"Wow." I looked at the empty flute and then back to her.

"Hey, I'm going on a date with a warlock who owns my soul and has a tendency to play with fire. I need all the help I can get." She extended the flute for me to fill it up again. I chuckled as I poured the drink for her and then settled the bottle back in the ice.

"So, what the fuck else do you do when you're not swindling people out of their spirits?" I was starting to realise that she didn't just swear when she was angry or confused. The woman had quite the sailor's mouth on her.

"School. Books. That's it really. Just school, books, and magic."

"Shit, you're still in school?"

"A-Level. I start university later this year. Then..."

"World domination?"

"I'm considering it."

"Where'd you learn magic?" She took another daintier sip from her glass.

"A book I picked up."

"That's it? You read a book and now you can steal souls and raise the elements? Sounds easy."

"It's not. It takes a lot of effort and time." It suddenly struck me just how much effort and time I'd spent on it over the years.

"Don't you have friends?"

"No." I shook my head.

The simple admission seemed to strike her like she was suddenly looking at a lost puppy. It certainly took the snark out of her tone.

"What about your parents?"

"They don't pay attention to me. They see I do well in school, they fill out forms when I need them to. We barely speak to each other."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." I raised the tone from the mellow rut it had gotten into by offering a cheerful smirk.

"Why not?"

"Because I can do this." I lifted up my glass and narrowed my eyes on the sparkling liquid within.

She watched as the champagne began to bubble with a little more intensity and then from within the depths of the glass leapt a humanoid shape. I'd made it appear to look like a ballerina and we both watched as the liquid figure began to dance around the rim of my glass. She twirled and hopped on tip toe from one side of the glass to the other before gracefully leaping into the air and plopping back to join the rest of the champagne in the flute.

I lifted my attention from the rim of the glass to see that I had an enthralled audience. Olivia had her hands resting on the seat at either side of her and her body tilted toward me as she leaned in to look at the little display I'd just put on for her.

That was the first time I saw her smile. I was right. It was the kind of smile that makes a guy's knees feel like they're made of jelly.

I took another drink.

"This is just too fuckin' weird! So what's a soul then?" She flopped back against the seat and let her glass rest in her lap, its rim touching her bare thigh.

"Can't tell you that." I shrugged and mirrored her action. It felt good to lie back in amidst that cushioned leather whilst the limo rolled on through the city.

"Why not?"

"Because if word got out how valuable it was then I'd have a much harder time getting people to sell me theirs." It was a simple enough numbers game. "Besides, I want to know something about you now."

She shrugged her slender shoulders absently and I saw them slump a little as she broke eye contact to look out the window.

"What do you want to know?"

"What's it like pretending to be a hooker every night?"

That got her attention back to me quickly enough.

"I don't do it every night." Her lip curled with irritation.

"Sorry." I held up my hands for peace. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just figured it must be interesting. Seeing all the midnight crazies and all that."

The peace gesture settled her expression and she nodded in the affirmative.

"Yeah. There's plenty of that. I meant I'm not a cop who normally does that sort of thing. I'm normally a response officer."

"You mean you're the one that turns up when I dial nine-nine-nine?" This was interesting, what the hell was a response officer doing at the centre of a sting?

"Yeah, that's me. The guys in homicide are looking for someone who's murdered three prostitutes over the past year. They think he's a local around here and none of them fitted the creep's type. So they asked me if I wanted some overtime and before you know it I'm squeezing my ass into that skirt every night." She certainly didn't seem too happy about it.

"Wow. So last night when I offered you the hundred..."

"I couldn't say no in front of those two. They'd know I wasn't on the level if I started turning down a free hundred for signing a sheet of paper. Then I had to call it a night early because I made my damn quota."

"You have a quota?" That didn't sound right.

"No, but I told them earlier if I had a fifty I'd go home to bed. I didn't think some idiot would come up and hand me a hundred. I couldn't just turn around after you gave me that and say 'oh well, back to the salt mines' could I? They'd know I was bullshitting them."

"Oh, sorry about that then." I felt a little bit sheepish.

"You damn well should be. I got yelled at by my boss for a full half hour this morning."

"Well, maybe I could help you get the murderer?" I offered.

"What's the price? My soul, again?"

"Nah, when I gave you the hundred I thought I was doing something nice for you. If I've landed you in hot water then I should fix it."

"You have a very strange view of right and wrong, don' you?" She quirked a brow.

"I'm pretty strange across the board."

"Well what could you do to help? Have a degree in criminal psychology or something?"

"No, but I can trade in souls and conjure up fire so give me the benefit of the doubt. Bring the file or whatever it is you have instead of a file to my house if you want me to take a swing at it."

She seemed slightly conflicted with my offer and remained silent about it, choosing instead to look out of her window at the passing store fronts. I conceded the silence and turned to watch the world go by through the car's tinted windows. It didn't take long after that before the vehicle came to a halt outside the restaurant I'd picked for our date.

"Wow, classy. Wonder if they do chicken wings." My companion was definitely not versed in fine dining.

The restaurant I'd chosen was indeed quite the classy place. Most of the starters sold for the same as a three course meal in lesser establishments. I'd always wanted to check it out but I knew I'd be eating alone. Not to mention I'd had other things to keep me occupied.

Vince stopped the car and opened the door for us to take our leave. We left the glasses inside and stepped out onto the flagstones of the pavement. Olivia's high heels clicked along lightly as I arose from the limo and offered her my arm. She hesitated only slightly before taking it and we walked together to the fine dining establishment.

Getting a table in a place like that without a reservation isn't the easiest thing in the world. I managed to get us a cosy little table for two in front of the window by putting a thousand pounds in the head waiter's open palm. They usually keep a few tables empty in case any VIP's show up and so we got bumped to the classier section of what was already a very luxurious place.

I remembered to pull the seat out for Olivia who rolled her eyes at me before planting her ass. It didn't matter, I enjoyed the gesture even if she didn't. I settled myself in the seat across from her and the waiter offered us the menu.

"This is in French." Olivia pointed out the obvious.

"I know. It's a French restaurant." I gazed over the words and saw a few things that caught my eye.

"I don't speak French," she huffed.

"I do. Are you allergic to anything?"

"No, but..."

"Then trust me." I settled the menu down and she did the same.

The waiter returned moments after we settled down our menu's and I ordered in fluent French, then once I was finished the man nodded to us both politely and took his leave.

"I've been waiting years for a chance to use that." I picked up my glass of water and took a drink.

Olivia smirked at me whilst crossing her legs beneath the table and settling that peachy bum of hers into a more comfortable position.

"So how am I doing so far?" I put the glass down and looked over to her.

"Well you impressed me with the French, the limo and the fancy place. On my salary, I couldn't afford to sneeze in the direction of somewhere like this." She looked over her lavish surroundings before turning her attention back to me. "I'm not really into the whole complete gentleman thing though. I don't like it when guys hold doors open for me and pull out chairs. Makes me feel weird."

"So noted. For the rest of the night you can open all the doors you want and pull my chair out for me." I settled one of my arms on the table and glanced out of the window. We had a magnificent view of the city lights beneath us.

"Thanks." She offered a crooked smile as she shook her head. "Also, it's not usually nice to get a lady to go out with you through threats of eternal damnation."

"Whoever said anything about that?" I looked back at her.

"Well that's what a soul's for isn't it? To keep you going after you die?"

"I wouldn't know anything about that." I played coy. "And if I hadn't threatened to keep your soul then you wouldn't have come out tonight. You can't argue with results."

She didn't quite know how to argue against that so she leaned over to rest her arm on the table and changed the subject instead.

"Well, what's the plan for the rest of this date?" She lifted her fingers to trace plum-coloured nails across the rim of her glass.

"After we eat then we're going to a bar nearby. Then, after a few drinks we're going to go dancing. Once all that's finished and it's the end of the night I'm going to give you your soul back and invite you up to the hotel room I've booked for us."

"Hey slow down there, kid. I said I'd go on a date with you. Sex wasn't part of the deal." Her upper body bolted suddenly upright at the suggestion.

"Oh, no. It's not part of the deal. It's just something for me to aim for."

"Well sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not a lady who gives it all up on the first night out with a guy. Not to mention that I told you I was seeing someone." I watched her shoulders relax somewhat as she settled back into a more comfortable pose.

"I know, but you don't really like him all that much. He just makes you less lonely." I was blissfully ignorant of certain social dos and don'ts back then.

She looked at me like I'd slapped her. I immediately realised my mistake.

"How do you...?" She left the question hanging between us.

"I know because I've seen into your soul. You're determined. You like your job. You like to help people. The thing is, you're not very good at talking to them. We have that in common, I suppose. You've met a few men, but none of them really impressed you. The one you're seeing now doesn't make you feel very much. You just don't have many friends and it's nice to have someone to talk to. I don't really blame you."

She blinked a few times at me, her lips remained parted slightly as she realised I knew much more about her than she would have liked to admit.

"The thing is, you're gorgeous. Really. I know you don't think you are, but that doesn't change anything. So part of the reason for me breaking the bank tonight was to show you that you're worth it. Oh, and when it's all over and I destroy your contract then if you don't want to come up to the room with me then that's alright."

She obviously didn't quite know what to make of all this and decided to close her mouth and settle back into her chair. I saw her cheeks flush with a hint of colour before she met my gaze again and flashed a brilliant white smile my way.

"You really think you're such hot shit, don't you?"

I grinned back at her and was about to reply when our food came along. The waiter settled the plates in front of us and I watched Olivia's face form into an expression of pleasant surprise. Once the man had left us to eat we tucked in and I happily watched as the woman opposite me closed her eyes and let out a husky little moan when she placed her fork into her mouth.

"Holy crap, this tastes amazing," she approvingly remarked as she took up another fork full and slowly savoured every bite.

"I hoped you'd like it."

We ate our way through three courses and for someone so slender the woman sure knew how to put away her food. I ordered us up some wine to go with the meal and once dessert had been cleared away we looked at each other over half filled glasses.

I can't tell you just how much I enjoyed looking into those eyes of hers.

"So this has been nicer than I expected," she conceded.

"What were you expecting?"

"I'm not really sure. Maybe a night out with your friends so you could brag about the cop you managed to swindle."

"You really don't have a lot of success with men, do you?" I put my glass down.

"Not even a little bit." She mirrored the action.

"Well that's sure as hell a nice dress considering what you thought you were in for." I admired all I could see. The silky material formed nicely around the gentle curves of her body. Her body had an interesting tone of lean yet strong slopes and curves. I guessed she must have spent a lot of time in the gym.

"Hey, eyes up here." When I lifted my gaze I found her own eyes glimmering with amusement. "I wore it because you said to wear something nice and it's the only thing I have that isn't a suit or a set of sweats."

"Well I'm very glad you did wear it. It's definitely making my night. Are we done here?" I reached back for my wallet.

"I think so." She pulled her chair back and stood.

I allowed my eyes to wander over her long, bare legs as I fished another set of twenties out of my wallet and settled them on the table. As we left I waved to the waiter to let him know we were leaving. He immediately rushed over and offered a little bow before thanking us and requesting we visited again in the near future.

As we departed, I reached over and placed my hand on Olivia's lower back. She was a few inches shorter than my six feet and two inches. I was a little surprised when I didn't feel her flinch or move away from my hand. I guessed it was progress and didn't get a chance to test my luck for we soon emerged to find Vince holding the limo door open for us.




The Warlock's Trial



"There it is," Mjen waved his torch through the cavern's opening burning off a number of spider webs that had gathered over the millenia. "I told you we would find it." He looked back over his shoulder to where Lhiren was still crawling over the edge of a damp rock formation that had made the last few hours of travel exceptionally difficult. Her face, lit by the small sphere of magic fire she had conjured, was bright pink from the effort. She got to her feet and wiped the cave scum onto the green fabric of her robe where it immediately lit and fell to ash.

"This is where they put it?" Lhiren pushed her dark hair out of her face.

"Undoubtedly," the Orc smiled and his lower canines gleamed in the firelight. "It's your map," he waved a tattered scroll toward the warlock.

They had been exploring the cave on the far side of the ancient, Orc fortress for more than two days, sleeping in the wet darkness and encountering everything from cave bats to shoulder-deep rivers of water. Some of the cavern rooms had pits that seemed impossibly deep and rock formations that seemed to move like shadows.

It had been one of the most grueling physical journeys Lhiren had ever embarked on. Even the final tests, the proving ground for those who chose the path of the warlock hadn't left her as tired as the cave had. There were cuts and bruises she would have to address with magic later.

"Come," Mjen grinned, "let us gather your prize." He stepped into the cavernous room and waved his torch back and forth.

"Yes," Lhiren waved her hand and the little spark of fire that floated beside her flared brighter, "my prize." She stepped into the room and knew immediately that the map had been right. Along the walls near the door were markings and small wooden structures that looked like single rooms. She stepped over to one and saw a small meditation mat, some clay vessels, and smudges of black smoke from the empty oil lamps that hung against the walls.

"This is where they came to meditate," Mjen stared around the room and Lhiren could see that the place meant something to him, to his people. The ancient fortress, once the stronghold of the Orcs, was an almost mythical place. The beginning of the Orc's greatest heroes began in the fortress above them.

Mjen started toward the center of the room. "The sky once poured through those crystals," he pointed to a place along the ceiling where massive blue and red stones had been set into the walls. A few were missing, broken by the collapse of the fortress above, but the light from Mjen's torch and Lhiren's fire was enough to lend the chamber some of it's old luster.

Lhiren almost couldn't believe it. She had done it. The great Orc's spellbook rested on a simple stone altar in the center of the room. Everything was exactly like the legends had said.

Surrounded by piles of wax - the remains of long dead candles that once stood vigil around the sacred text - the book sat atop a pillar of carefully placed and glyphed stones. She swallowed hard and glanced at Mjen.

"Still think you can break the spell?" Mjen stood a few feet away looking examining the glyphs and guessing that the spells would be even tougher than Lhiren had thought.

"I believe so," Lhiren stared at the small, wooden-bound book and the symbols engraved around it. "We are going to need a few things," she toward the dilapidated huts that had once housed the most powerful warlocks in the land.

"Fetch me a shard of the topaz, the blue stone, from over there," she pointed toward the far wall, "I'll get a scrap of cloth from one of the mats." She started across the room and it felt like she was floating.

For three years, she had sought the ancient text. She had wandered north beyond the great ice castle of Kal and south of the barren wastes but only to hear the stories, or gain some tidbit of knowledge - never to find anything real. Over the past months she had begun to doubt herself, to wonder if finding the book was even possible.

Across the Great Sea, she had wandered the forest of the Dark Elves and the Ogre plains, sought out the mighty shaman Gh'lur, and then the witches of Falls Vail. Scraps were all she had ever gained, the next leg of her journey, a torn map, a story, a whisper about the legendary Orc and where his followers had hidden the book.

Now the exhaustion and frustration melted away. She had made it, had found the book, and soon, she would hold the secrets of the mighty warlock.

Lhiren tore a scrap of fabric from one of the mats and stared down at the Orcish pattern still visible beneath the grime of a thousand years.

"How big a piece?" Mjen's voice echoed across the milky darkness.

Lhiren sighed, "The size of your fist is plenty." She thought of the spell she had written to break the ancient glyph magic the warlocks used. She was confident, but unsure. The spell had never been used on something as large as the altar or with bindings so old. Some of the glyphs she didn't know and legend warned that the highest warlocks ever taught by the mighty Orc had protected the book of spells so that it couldn't fall into the hands of anyone with nefarious intent.

The Orcs did well. Lhiren looked back towards the stones and the book. Even from across the massive cavern, she could sense the protective barrier, the magic that had been imbued upon the structure were impossibly strong.

"Will this do?" Mjen stepped across the cavern and opened his hand. He showed the warlock the chunk of topaz he had retrieved from one of the shattered sky stones, a large blue piece the size of a knife blade.

"Yes," she glanced at the tattered bit of cloth in her hand.

"What else? You said you had a list?" Mjen's eyes glittered in the torch light and Lhiren thought back to their first meeting.

She had been sitting outside at the only inn in Riven, a small affair run by a couple of Dwarves who did nothing but bicker and snipe at each other, when one her contacts, a thief by the name of Anha brought the young Orc to her table.

"This is the guy," Anha had sat down and motioned for Mjen to do the same.

She had looked the Orc over carefully then. There was no way to be sure Anha was right, but she had never known her to be wrong. "You're sure?" It still seemed like the appropriate question to ask.

"I would bet my left tit on it," Anha had kicked her feet up on an empty chair before looking around at the empty tables of the inn and shouting. "What's it take to get an ale around here?"

"Sure about what?" Mjen had looked confused, "whether or not I am a good guide?"

Lhiren had glanced at Anha then. "Yes, are you? The place we're going has not been visited in a very, very long time."

"You'd be hard-pressed to find a better guide through the old Orc capital." Mjen had smiled and his face had almost disappeared his mouth was so big.

The Orc hadn't been wrong. Mjen had led her through more cave tunnels and passageways than an Undead capital had streets. But that was only part of the guide's responsibilities.

She slipped the small leather satchel over her head and started toward the altar. "We're going to need one more thing, but let me get everything ready first."

Mjen followed her to the foot of the altar. "My ancestors were taught in these caverns," his voice was soft. "I come from a long line of locks that goes back further than anyone can remember, but I don't have the gift."

I can't wait until you stop talking. Lhiren tuned the gravel-toned voice of the Orc out and set the little patch of cloth on the ground, before she laid the piece of topaz on top. "You're related to the great one himself."

"Me?" Mjen laughed, "no, not quite, but I am an Orc and my great, great, great grandparents were warlocks so there's a good chance they learned the craft from Gh'den himself."

As soon as the name was uttered, the stones of the altar changed. The gray, moss-covered stones transformed into what looked like polished emerald. Mjen's eyes went wide and he took a few steps back. "Did I..."

"Yes," Lhiren pulled out a small knife and set it beside the stone and cloth, "the magic knows it's master."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Mjen apologized.

"Quite alright," she pulled a small, leather pouch free, reached inside, and pinched a small amount of earth in between her fingers. "Mjen?" She looked over her shoulder, "I want you to know that you have done what no one else has been able to do."

Mjen smiled. "Thank you, I thought it was a great adventure. Your map did most of the work, I mean, I got us past a few tricky spots, but..."

"You did well," Lhiren pulled her hand from the pouch and blew the white dust toward the Orc. "Thank you." She drew a strange symbol through the dust's haze and looked into the Orc's small eyes.

"It was really no trouble, I mean..." his nose tickled and he sneezed. "Sorry about tha..." Now his lips felt numb and everything seemed a little blurry. "Oh, wow, no really, it was such a great..." He felt a chill move over his body. He rubbed his thick hands along the green skin of his forearms. "What is...?" His tongue felt cold and then seemed to stop working. His eyes, usually small, went wild with fear. He took a step but only landed one foot before he couldn't lift the other.

His breathing slowed. His eyes glazed over. And he stood as still as a the altar he stood near.

Lhiren stared at the Orc, caught in the entrapment spell, stunned, and unable to move. "I should put you to sleep, but I am afraid you would die if I did."

Mjen didn't move. He could have been made from stone and painted as still as he was. Lhiren stared at him. She had no trouble with the loss of the Orc, killing people was not something she enjoyed, but she could live with it. Besides, Mjen knew far too much.

She stood up and walked over to him. She had never used the spell in close quarters before and there was something fascinating about the way the Orc had simply stopped where he stood. Wondering if he would feel like stone, she reached out and touched the dark, green skin but, to her surprise, it was still warm and fleshy. She ran her fingertips down the Orc's arm and watched the thick wiry hairs spring back from under her finger. She traced the curve of each of Mjen's teeth and stared into his eyes.

Since they had gotten to the cave, she had been fascinated with Mjen. He was unlike every other Orc she had ever known or seen. Instead of the massive brutes the Orcs usually were, Mjen was like the runt of a litter, only a hand taller than she was. But he was shaped more like the brutes than a human with broad shoulders, and thick limbs. She had spent a few of their nights together wondering what he would feel like under her blanket.

Now she ran a hand under his shirt and across his chest where she found muscles as thick as rope across his belly. Unlike the muscle and tone of a normal Orc, she was impressed by Mjen's form. She liked the idea of strength, raw force. She ran her hand down across the front of his pants and felt the flacid penis. I bet it's huge.

But the only way she would ever know would be to break the spell and there simply wasn't time for that. She ran her fingers through his wiry hair and smiled. "I will see to it that your family receives the sum we agreed upon." She wondered if the Orc could hear her. "I meant it, you did something amazing."

She turned back to the altar, the reason she had come, and took a deep breath. Soon, she would have the power of Gh'den himself, the legendary spell book of the first being to tap into the void and nether dimensions. She pulled a small vial of colored sand from the leather pouch over her shoulder and drew a circle around the altar. After which she pulled another vial of sand and drew another ring around the first, this one green.

Every step she took around glowing green stones made her heartbeat faster. How many years? She remembered the first time she had heard of the mighty Gh'den, sitting in the circle of the learned her master read from the chronicle. And with the spell, Gh'den opened a portal to a place no one knew existed.

Lhiren picked up the scroll and started the incantation. The blue sand became a circle of light, pulsing with every syllable of the Orchish she spoke. She concentrated on the spell, doing her best to think of nothing else. The second ring of sand burst into angry red flames that glowed violet against the blue light of the first binding ring. She finished the first incantation and picked up the knife.

"Now the rest of your responsibilities." She lifted Mjen's hand, pricked his finger, and then her own. "Blood relation." She mixed their blood and picked up the blue sky stone.

I'm going to be able to summon demons. She stared into the crystal and spoke began the spell to fool the warlock bindings. Light blue veins of magic began to move around her like sparks from a blue fire. She closed her eyes and thought of each part of the spell.

Within moments, she was completely surrounded by a million tiny bits of magic energy. She picked up the scrap of prayer mat and stepped in between the binding circles. The magic moved around her as if she were underwater surrounded by a blue bubble of air.

Her heart raced and she held her breath as she stared down at the ancient book of spells. She reached out not completely sure that she would be able to or if the magic protecting her wouldn't break and turn her into a pile of ashes. But her hand moved until her fingers touched the hard cover of the little book.

She relaxed. Everything was working. I'm touching it. Gh'den's spellbook is right there. She traced her fingertip across the intricate carvings Gh'den had cut into the wood over the span of his life. Some symbols she knew, others she didn't. She slipped it into her hand and stepped out of the binding circles with the book.

The blue light around her slowly faded. The emerald light that came from the stones disappeared. And the binding circles became nothing but sand around a neatly stacked pile of gray stones. She stood still. The air moved around her. I've got it. The thought slowly made it's way through the haze of her excitement.

She turned the book over in her hands. She could barely believe it. Her hands shook as she touched the binding and cover. I've got it. I'm holding the spell book of the most powerful warlock ever.

Carefully, she opened the front cover of the book and saw the slanted curve of the warlock's writing, the thin scratching of nib and flowing ink across thick, uneven paper. Strange twisting energies. Powers culled from the fel flames. Nether regions. Portals to the unknown. Her eyes scanned the words as she flipped through the pages.

She saw the Orcish word for minion and stopped. The legend of Gh'den said that he bent the will of even the most powerful demons, the captains of the great masters beyond the portals obeyed his every whim. It was said that with a few words the mighty warlock could summon a demon strong enough to lay waste to an army, or a horde of imps that could set a city on fire.

Succubus - Dh'lencia. Lhiren ran her fingertip across the scratchings and symbols Gh'den had used to create the spell of summoning. No warlock had ever succeeded in pulling a demon as strong as a succubus from the twisting void.

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Lhiren took a deep breath. This is what I came for. I will do what Gh'den did and more. I will be the next Gh'den, the next legendary master. She read the incantation. Through the door of darkness, she translated the Orchish in her thoughts, you are commanded to appear. Serve your master and walk beside me. Answer my call, heed my words, obey your master. She opened her hand and green flames sprang from her palm, until she held a sphere of fel flame the size of her head.

A breeze moved around the cavern stirring the musty air like a tunnel had been opened somewhere in the cave, but Lhiren did not stop reading the spell.

The strange flames dripped from her hand and pooled on the floor in front of her, still burning, but moving like it was alive, an ooze of greenish flame driven by her will.

She focused her energy as the power welled inside her.

The fire became a pool of flame on the cavern floor. Lhiren's eyes began to glow. "Answer my call, heed my words!" Her words echoed off the stone walls. Her robe, billowing in the strange wind, shimmered and reflected the fel flames. "Through the door of darkness..."

The flames disappeared leaving behind only a faintly glowing pool of sickly green light. "...obey your master." The green light shifted and moved. "Serve your master and walk beside me." She glanced up and a form began to take shape, rising from the pool.

"Ha ha ha," a woman's laughter echoed around the cave and a chill rolled down Lhiren's back.

"Answer my call, heed my words," Lhiren shouted the words as the glowing light of the pool disappeared and left her in darkness.

"Answer your call?" The woman's voice sounded like it came from every direction at once.

Lhiren took a deep breath and held the book tight. She was afraid, but not terrified. A succubus was not like an imp, a succubus was powerful enough to command demon armies. It would make sense that it would have some...personality. "Show yourself!" Lhiren thought of a binding spell and wondered if she had the strength to hold a being as strong as a minion of Gh'den.

Darkness surrounded her. The earth below her feet shook and she heard the crunch of crushed stone as something stepped forward, past the altar. She wanted to cast light, but decided against it. Instead, she stood still and waited. The being took another step toward her and she could feel it. Not a great deal of heat, but like she was standing next to a campfire or a cook stove still warm after a meal. It's either bending over or as tall as me then.

And then it opened it's eyes.

Lhiren sucked in a breath. The demon was close enough that she could have kissed it. "What do we have here?" The glowing, emerald eyes narrowed and Lhiren felt the beings breath, warm and damp, roll across her face like smoke.

"I am your master," she couldn't believe how sheepish the words sounded.

Light filled the cavern as every lamp along the wall lit and dripped the greenish fire.

Lhiren's eyes went wide. What stood in front of her was like nothing she had ever seen before.

The two stared at each other for a moment, each taking in the existence of the other, each measuring the strength, power, and beauty.

Lhiren ran her eyes over the demon. It was only slightly taller than she was and, for the most part, built in the fashion of a female.

From the head, where long, dark hair fell across flesh-colored shoulders, were two obsidian horns that emerged from the back and rolled forward to dangerous points near her forehead. Her ears were longer than a humans and pointed like those of the Elven people, but her face was almost perfectly human, with a narrow nose and full lips.

She was female from the waist up as well, with large breasts held tight against her body by carefully wrapped black cloth with strange silver bandings. Her arms and hands were like Lhiren's except the demon seemed fond of longer nails that were colored silver like the brocade work of her clothing.

Two legs descended from the wrapped black and cloth, but both legs were shaped like those of a fawn or a horse and covered in short black hair that reflected the torch light. Her humans have feet, the demon had black cloven hooves adorned with more of the silver brocade.

"What is your name?" Lhiren spoke the words in Orchish.

The demons eyes fell on the book in the warlock's hand. "You know who I am, Dh'lencia, a succubus. I was your master's minion." The demon spoke the common tongue.

"Dh'lencia," Lhiren spoke the demons name. 

The demon grinned. "A human warlock?" She looked Lhiren over with an appraising eye. "Why did you summon me?" Her long black tail swept around Dh'lencia's waist and then moved across her thighs.




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Now it was Lhiren's turn to smile. "You are mine now. I am your master."

Dh'lencia chuckled. "You?" Large black wings snapped open behind the demon and the rush of air tossled Lhiren's hair, but the warlock didn't move. "Do you know who I am? What I am, little human?" She sneered.

Lhiren closed the book in her hand. It was true, Dh'lencia was powerful, probably the strongest demon summoned since Gh'den, but she could already feel the power of the spellbook binding to it's new owner. "You are the demoness Dh'lencia, once the minion of Gh'den, now the minion of Lhiren." Her voice was matter of fact, a simple statement.

The demons laughter echoed around them. "You over estimate yourself, young one," she stepped forward, her leather wings unfurled, the long tail moving like an angry cat's. "But I will fix that for you." Her hooves clomped and scratched at the stone until she was arm's length from the warlock. "Kneel," she said.

Lhiren felt the force of the demon's power. It felt like she was underwater, too deep to reach the surface and sinking faster with every breath. She struggled against the force. You have to be strong. She focused on a protective spell, a barrier, but the weight was too much, it was all she could think about, all she could feel.

Her knees weakened and bent toward the ground. No, I am the master. Despite her efforts, her body wouldn't stop. Her knees pressed her robe against the hard floor of the cave and relief washed over her instantly as if the demon rewarded her for obedience. 

"There, that's better." Dh'lencia stepped forward until she was towering over Lhiren.

Lhiren didn't look up. Instead, she concentrated on the spellbook and the carvings across the cover. She needed to find a way to tap into the great warlock's power, a way to strengthen herself.

"Now to see about this," she vanished and reappeared behind Mjen. She leaned forward and smelled the curve of the Orc's neck. "I know this one," her voice was soft. "You didn't mention that you had brought me a gift, Lhiren." Her voice mocked the kneeling human.

Lhiren opened the book and desperately started to search for a spell that would give her dominion over the demon.

"And you kept him alive, how sweet of you." The demon vanished and reappeared in front of Lhiren faster than the warlock could blink. "Still looking for a spell that will give you what you want?" She laughed as Lhiren desperately searched the ancient text, rifling the pages and mumbling to herself. "I'm glad I decided to answer your call though," she stepped back to the altar and sat down on the structure. Her wings folded behind her and her tail wrapped around the stack of stones like a snake. "I haven't been here in a millennium," she looked around the cave. "How much do you know about us?"

Lhiren looked up, a bit confused by the question. "What?"

"How much do you know about us, about demons, about my kind?" Dh'lencia tucked a length of her hair behind her long, pointed ears and sat waiting patiently.

Lhiren looked the demon over. It was strange how human the being was. Every description she had ever read or heard described demons as monsters. And certainly everything she had ever summoned or seen summoned fit the criteria - fire imps were mindless little beasts as were the hunters and their tall, armored masters. But Dh'lencia was far above those creatures. She was intelligent, strong, and quite striking really. "Little," she said, "only stories". It was true, the last thing she had expected when she had summoned the demon was someone like Dh'lencia.

"And yet you think you are the master of us all," she stood and walked back toward the warlock. "I think it's time for you to learn a lesson, little warlock." The demon grinned and the silver fittings around her body glowed with power.

An invisible force gripped Lhiren's arms and legs and hoisted her into the air.

"Stop! No!" She tried to fight the force but her limbs were held tight and her body taut in the air like two children holding a rag doll on either side, ready to pull. Terror knifed through her. She uttered a spell of protection and the saw the pale sphere of energy bubble around her. But it did not stop the demon's hold.

"Aw," Dh'lencia walked around the magic sphere and scraped her fingernail along the surface. Blue sparks lit off where she touched it. "A shield? From me?" She opened her hand and laid it flat against the spell. The sphere turned from blue to green and then vanished.

Dh'lencia held her hand up to her mouth and smiled as her forked tongue darted past her lips, wrapped around each finger in turn, and licked them like they had been covered in honey. "You have a great deal to learn, little warlock." Dh'lencia walked up and slipped the spell book out of the warlock's hand. "One is that you are not strong enough to wield Gh'den's magic." She set the book back on the altar and stared down at if for a moment as if she were remembering something almost fondly.

Lhiren felt weak. The demon had broken through the protective spell like it was made of paper, she had absorbed Lhiren's power, sapped it from the shield."Now, I think you will be my minion for awhile," She spun on the warlock. "Do you have any idea what a succubus can do?"

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Lhiren had heard stories, horrible stories. Mind control was supposedly one of their innate abilities, a thing they did as easily as breathing. The legends said they could overpower a person's mind and make them to do their bidding in the time it took to blink. She tried to clear her mind. She looked at the spell book a few feet away. If I could get it, if I could find a spell. No, I need to find a way to overpower her. What can I do?

Dh'lencia stepped forward and ran her fingertip along Lhiren's neckline. I am going to have some fun with you." Her eyes narrowed mischievously and her tongue flicked out like a snake's. "It's going to hurt, but trust me, you're going to like it."

Lhiren stared into the pools of light that were the demon's eyes and felt her will begin to dissolve. "Never," she struggled against the invisible force holding her off the ground. "I'll never let you..." And then she couldn't remember what she was going to say. I'll never let you...what? The force that held her slowly lowered her to the ground, but the warlock barely noticed. No, I was going to say something. What was it?

The demon stood in front of her. "What were you saying, dear?" She ran a hand through the warlock's golden hair.

Lhiren couldn't remember. She had wanted to say something. Was I angry? "No," she said softly, "nothing..." Was I about to say master? What is happening, what is she doing to me?"

"Good," Dh'lencia walked behind the warlock, "you are quite pretty, you know." She waved her hand along the little row of buttons on the back of Lhiren's robe and they fell open revealing the warlocks pale, smooth skin. "I'm glad I decided to answer your call," she chuckled.

Lhiren closed her eyes and searched her own thoughts. Everything was wrong, she could feel it, but she couldn't remember what it was. Dh'lencia, the demon. Gh'den's minion. Her eyes are like pools of light. She's a succubus, capable of... She felt her robe go slack across her shoulders. What is she doing?

The demon stepped back in front of the warlock, waved her hand, and green robe fell around the humans ankles. Dh'lencia's face lit with delight as she took in Lhiren's body. "Human bodies are so..." Dh'lencia ran her fingers around the curves of the warlock's firm breasts, "supple and soft."

The demon's touch was warm, almost hot, but Lhiren couldn't focus on it. All she could about was pleasing the demon. She watched the long fingers and silver nails move around her breasts and felt her chest fill with pride. She likes my body, the way I look. I please her. Excitement tingled through her.

"I have never had a human woman before," the demon leaned in and whispered the words in Lhiren's ear.

"I am yours," Lhiren heard herself say. "Take me."

The demon's tongue ran along the curve of Lhiren's neck and she sighed happily.

"I intend to, young one." The demon stepped back and slipped on of the silver bands from the black cloth that wrapped around her. In a puff of gray smoke, the cloth and bands disappeared leaving the demon in her natural form, nude like the warlock.

Lhiren's eyes went wide. The demon's breasts fell forward like a humans' breasts, but they were larger than her own and capped with dark areolas and thick nipples. Lhiren wanted to take one in each hand and squeeze them. She wanted to slip the hard nipples into her mouth and suck until Dh'lencia moaned with pleasure.

Her body quivered at the thought of the demon's moan. I will please her. She stared down to where the shiny fur began at the demon's waist. The fur is so perfect, so black. She wanted to touch it. How soft is it? Next she looked for the familiar swollen mound of pink lips like flower petals, but instead was greeted by a long, thick tool that reminded her of her stallion's cock. Gods look at that thing! It's a horse's cock.

"Yes," Dh'lencia chuckled and pointed at the slowly lengthening rod, "you didn't expect that, did you?"

The massive cock slid forward, growing until it was almost as long as Lhiren's arm and standing straight out.

Lhiren looked into Dh'lencia's eyes and found the same beautiful, calming swirls of color.

"Come little one," Dh'lencia waved her hand and Lhiren's robe moved across the cavern floor until it was a blanket of green fabric. "Kneel."

Lhiren lowered herself to her knees and stared at the head of the massive cock waving in front of her face. It's so big. It'll never... She shook her head, something wasn't right. There was something else, some thought just out of reach. What was I thinking?

Dh'lencia wrapped her hand around the base of the trunk of flesh and slowly started to stroke. "You will please me," she leaned forward so that the almost square tip of the phallus touched Lhiren's lips. "Taste," the demon looked down at the golden-haired human waiting on her knees like a faithful servant.

Lhiren looked into the demon's eyes. "Yes," she said and opened her mouth for the beast.

The sound of crushed stone echoed around them as Dh'lencia took a half step forward and pressed her member into Lhiren's hot mouth. The warmth tingled across her skin.

Lhiren's tongue explored the head and hole of the red, hot flesh in her mouth. Energies. Magic. She closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around the shaft. I will please her.

Dh'lencia sighed. "Yes," she whispered, "yes." The demon clenched her buttocks and felt the pre squeeze into the warlock's waiting mouth.

The salty sweetness of the demon's pleasure washed across Lhiren's tongue and she began to bob her head, sliding the red, vein-covered shaft deeper, swallowing greedily. Give me more. She thrashed her tongue around the heft of the cock and pressed even further forward, filling her mouth and pressing the massive head against her throat.

The demon moaned softly. "Yes, my pet," she ran her fingers through the warlock's golden curls and slowly began to thrust into the waiting, moaning mouth.

She tastes so good. So sweet. And every moan is like music. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to accept the slow push and pull the demon was giving her. The cock reached the back of her throat but when she thought she would choke, she didn't - the cock just moved deeper her throat a velvet sleeve for the horse-sized shaft.

"Yes..." the demon hissed her pleasure as the urgency built inside her, forcing her to thrust her hips faster.

The warlock dug her fingers into the soft fur of the demon's thighs and braced herself against the pressure of demon's fucking. So soft. She trailed her fingers through the fur. Give me your pleasure, master. I am yours. She looked up at the demon and saw the pleasure on her face. Lhiren's quim was wet and hot. I am yours. Give me your pleasure. The demon's hips fucked the massive cock down the warlock's throat faster and faster until the phallus began to swell and throb.

"Drink!" The demon groaned.

Lhiren closed her eyes as the cock in her mouth stretched and throbbed. Yes, master. Bathe me in your bliss.

The demon pressed deep into the warlock's mouth and the first geyser of cum blasted down her throat, a hot torrent ecstasy that warmed every nerve in the warlock's body like she was standing hear a warm fire.

Lhiren swallowed, but it was too much. The next bolt of cum filled her mouth faster than she could swallow and burst past her lips and ran out of her nose. She tried to pull away, but Dh'lencia held her firm, both hands on the back of her head as she fucked the humans mouth.

The cum dripped down her face and rolled off her breasts, light blue and steaming with energy as it pooled on the robe between Lhiren's knees, but she didn't care, all she wanted was more. The pleasure the demon felt filled the warlock with intense pleasure. She swallowed again and again as much as she could, but the demon kept coming. Buckets of the stuff poured down her throat and spilled from her lips unitl she was covered in the strange, tingling goo.

Her cock still swollen and dribbling the last of her euphoria, Dh'lencia stepped away. "Nicely done, my pet." She leaned back against the altar and smiled down at the human.

Lhiren sat panting on top of her green robe, her body plastered in blue semen. Her jaw ached and her lips were numb, but she couldn't stop herself from sliding her fingers through the liquid and sucking it into her mouth. There is something about it, something addictive almost, I need more. She eyed the dripping head of Dh'lencia's cock greedily.

"Master," she cooed, "is there more?"

***

Part 2 - Coming Soon!



The Warlord



Once upon a time in a land, far, far away lived a young woman by the name of Isabella. She lived happily in the Kingdom with her mother and father. Her mother was a seamstress and her father was a jewelry craftsman. Her parents complimented each others designs with creating custom dresses and jewelry which there would ever be, one of a kind. While growing up, Isabella watched her parents work and over the years, she ended up creating her own designs in both clothing and jewelry and that made her parents proud of her.

But things changed when the King stepped down and crowned his son. The old King's son liked pretty things around him. Things had to be perfect or they looked ugly to him, and were removed from his sight. Soon, the adults of the Kingdom were taken away from their families, they were set to work on making the new King's home and gardens perfect. The taxes increased and soon, the Kingdom was poor, all except for the royal estates; which where the riches laid. The people soon found it hard to place food on the table and soon, the people started to starve. Those to whom tried to move away were caught and thrown into the mines to mine the ores to sell to the neighboring lands. And that is what happened to Isabella's parents. Isabella didn't see her parents again. 

Over the next few months, the King's guards would go from home to home, dragging the young women away struggling. The King started to remove all of the male employees from inside the castle and replaced them by the young women. The only males inside the castle with the King, were his guards. And soon the day came when they took Isabella to the castle. She knew the day was coming so when it did, she grabbed some of her belongings and walked with the guards towards the castle.

Everyone knew of the King's kinks, by wanting only beautiful things around him. And Isabella decided to use that to her advantage to go back to her life. Isabella was a beautiful woman. She had flawless olive skin, long raven hair with flecks of copper through it, and the bright blue eyes that looked like the bluest oceans.

When she arrived at the castle, there were other girls she recognized from around the village, she could see they were nervous and looking around anxiously with what was to come. A short time later, the King walked down the staircase with an older woman walking two steps behind him. As the King walked down the line of nervous women, the older woman with him was introduced as the castle Mistress. She was the one who made sure each girl did the jobs assigned to them. She started to hand out jobs and gave Isabella the task of seamstress because of her past. Which made Isabella happy. The girls were shown to their work places and then their quarters before being left alone. Tomorrow they would begin their work.

When the girls who were already there finished and filed back into the quarters, they looked around at the new girls. Some hugs of joy to see their old friends and soon all of them where talking. It soon got around the room that during the week, the King would call upon the new girls and have his way with them. So the sooner they were prepared for the call, the better it will be for them. When Isabella heard that news, her stomach turned. She had never let anyone have their way with her, and she wasn't going to start now. She would only ever give herself to the one man who she could see herself happy with. And the King was not that man.

The King had already decided that the raven haired woman would be his first for the meeting so he organized it that she would be brought to his chambers at lunch time the very next day. 

The next day when Isabella began work, the older woman who assigned her the mending job told her to look her best, and gave the excuse that the King wanted to be fitted for a new outfit. Isabella played along and asked for the time they would come to escort her to him and the older woman said lunchtime. Isabella nodded, knowing she didn't have much time and as soon as the woman left her. 

Isabella only had an 20 minutes to prepare herself. Over those few minutes, she messed her hair up, added soot from the fireplace to her face and arms, and wanting to check what the King thought of blood, knowing a few men had weak stomachs to it, she cut her arm with the scissors and wrapped her apron around it before bandaging her arm. And that was what she was doing when the guard came in. He had one look at her and she quickly said sorry, that time escaped her for the King's meeting. 

But the guard knew what the King was like if people weren't prompt and lead her to the King's chambers as she was. He knocked and there was a call, "Enter" and quickly left Isabella, he didn't want to be the one caught letting her show up as she was. 

When Isabella entered, she looked around and closed the door behind her to where the King stepped out from behind. He took one look at her and cringed, "You are not the girl I sent for. Get out of here and clean yourself up." Opening the door and pushed her out into the hallway.

Isabella couldn't help but smile and quickly went to the girls quarters and cleaned herself up before the Mistress showed up to see what had happened. By the time she got back to the sewing room, the Mistress arrived and questioned her to what happened. With the way the older woman spoke, the King was furious. And that was the first day of many. Each time the King called for her, she dirtied herself up to his disgust and kicked her out of his room. She had even gone to the point of asking one of the artists to tattoo her face which she knew would turn the King off big time. The artist designed a ivy type design which was between her hairline and her eye and brow. With the cut skin, the artist rubbed different coloured inks into it to give it a true look of ivy. 

Months past and finally came the day the King was that frustrated with her, he threw her into the dungeons. She wanted to be dirty, now she could be permanently. She had been the first to deny him and word was getting around to the girls and more started to play the same games. He used her as a example to what would happen if any other woman denied him.

She was in the dungeon for what she guessed a month, when word came that there was a Warlord on the outskirts of the Kingdom. The Warlord had heard of the riches of the King and wanted it for himself. Soon, no guards were in the dungeons and from the high window of the cell, she could smell the smoke and see the red sky from something burning. That night, she didn't sleep at all. She heard the screams and calls from soldiers and battle calls in a strange language. 

By early morning everything was silent. Even the normal business from upstairs was quiet. The village was taken, as well as the castle.

She lazed on the bench which was classed as the bed when heavy footsteps were heard coming down into the dungeons. She could hear the other prisoners bustling when doors were opened and people speaking quietly. Then she heard the key being inserted into her cell door and turned her head, not moving from the bed. A strange dark skinned man entered her cell and looked over to her. She sat up slowly and said, "Yes?"

He gave her a look before motioning her to come outside which she did. A deep tanned man stood there and asked with a heavy accent. "What are your crimes, girl?"

Isabella looked at the dark skinned man than to the one who spoke. "I committed no crimes, except for denying the King my body."

The man who spoke nodded. "Come with me."

She looked down the hallway to the other cells which each door was opened. Hers was the last cell and walked slightly behind the men as they lead her upstairs. She was dirty from the long stay in the cell and the men took her to one of the rooms with other dirty women in it. The tanned man said, "Clean yourself up." Looking to the other women and speaking more loudly, "You will be called by the Warlord soon so hurry and clean up. He'll be wanting to speak to all of the people from the cells." Shutting the door, the two men left the room for women to do as they ordered.

When Isabella walked further into the room, she saw the artist who did her tattoo and smiled to her. The artist nodded back to her as she washed. Isabella and the artist stayed close together, not speaking, just washing each other from the dirt from the cells. Then each of the women there dressed in dresses that were left for them. Isabella recognized some of the dresses of being her mothers work and she softly sighed, running her hands over the work before slipping a dark blue one on that she had made herself.

Time soon came when there was a knock on the door and a moment later the man who bought her up, opened the door. "Ladies, follow me please." Once he saw all the women were dressed, he opened the door further and motioned them out. When they stepped out there was other men there, each of them dirty and bloodied from the battle the night before but the women never spoke and just stared at injuries they could see untouched and looked a little worried to the men who carried them. The man cleared his throat to get the women attention and motioned again and started to walk down the hallway. With the other men following behind the women.

They walked straight to the thrown room where a tall, broad shouldered man was speaking to the men who were kept in the dungeons. The women could see the men were relaxed and some were even laughing with the tall man. The tall man then motioned for the men to follow his men and they left in good spirits.

The women looked between themselves, a little confused with what was going on and the tall man motioned to the man who escorted the women to bring them over. The escort cleared his throat again to get the women attention and took them over and spoke, "Sir, the ladies who were in the cells."

Isabella took in the tall mans features. He had a rugged look about him, his skin was worn from a hard life but his dark gray eyes were filled with life. His messy dark brown hair hung just below his shoulders. His armor was dirty from dust and blood. It looked like he was in the middle of the fight with his men instead of being on the sidelines watching. She could see that his knuckles were bloodied as if he had gotten into a fist fight with someone, and there was a nasty looking cut to his arm and one at the base of his neck.

When he spoke, it sent shivers down Isabella's spine. His voice was deep but had a gentle tone to it. "Ladies, I am the Warlord Dominic Cassiss. You can call me Warlord or Sir. As my first commander said, you are the women who had a stay in the dungeons here, I want each of you to tell us what your crimes were." His accent was heavy with some words but others you couldn't tell that he wasn't from the lands.

As soon as he said his name, the women began to huddle together. They had heard stories about the Warlord Cassiss and nothing was good. But each time he motioned to one, they would speak their crimes and he nodded before going to the next. Then last was Isabella, when she told him what her crime was, she could see anger in his eyes before he relaxed and nodded. Then spoke once she was finished. "If I may ask of your services ladies, some of my men are injured. If possible, I'd like to ask of your care for them. We have no healers with us and you know what men are like, we won't get treated unless told to do it." Making a sweeping bow. "You are our commanders if you will accept the position."

The ladies stood stunned with his request and behavior which relaxed them a little. Over on the table at the side of the room, were already medical supplies set out and Isabella looked around at the women before stepping forward. "If allowed Sir, ask your men to wash with light clothing on and to come in. We'll see to their injuries." She kept her nerves in check and walked towards the table with the supplies. And was waiting for someone to toss her back with the other women, but no, she wasn't touched and allowed to walk freely.

Dominic nodded to Isabella and looked over to his first commander. "Ter, make it so."

Ter nodded. "Yes Sir." Then with a hand motion the men in the room started to file out and go about cleaning themselves up.

Isabella started to move around the room, placing chairs at different intervals and soon the other women had snapped out of their thoughts and began reorganizing the room. Isabella looked up over to Dominic and said, "That includes you Sir. I see you have some injuries that need seeing to. So off with you as well." Her last words to him were a little stronger than the rest of what she said and tried her best not to flinch just in case he didn't like the tone of her voice.

But Dominic surprised her by smiling. "As the lady commands." He bowed his head and left the room. The other women blinked when Isabella spoke to the Warlord and held their breath until he answered her. As soon as he left the room, they ran over to her and started to speak their concerns with the way she was acting.

She just shrugged them off and told them to finish setting everything up. The injured men would be arriving soon. And before they knew it, the men started to enter. Some where brought in on stretchers where the older women would go straight to them and started cleaning up their injuries. Others with minor injuries waited at the side for their turn. Each man surprised the women even more, no matter how bad or minor the injuries were. Each said thankyou, and they might of yelled when the women poked and set broken bones, but none swore. They acted like proper gentlemen.

When the last of the men were going through, Dominic waited until the other women had their patients and walked over and sat in the chair of Isabella's area and waited. She didn't notice who sat down and started to check the injuries. She spoke softly as she picked up the needle to place stitches in the wound on his neck. "This might hurt a little. But the gap in the neck wound, you'll need it stitched or it won't heal properly."

Just as she was about to make the first one, he spoke just as softly. "I am in your caring hands, my Lady."

The same heavy accent made her look at his face and into his dark gray eyes and that made her jump a little and move her hand back that was holding the needle.

He smiled softly and took her hand gently. "Relax my Lady, I won't bite unless you ask me." He winked before looking straight ahead and tilted his head slightly.

She was about to speak but nothing came out so she turned her attention back to the wound and started to place stitches over the full length of it, letting herself forget who was sitting there, she started to look after the rest of his wounds before leaning back and looking at her work. Just as she was finishing up, Ter came up and spoke quietly. "Sir, the feast is ready."

Dominic nodded slightly. "The ladies who finished, ask them to go with you to the hall.."

Ter cleared his throat a little and quickly interrupted. "Your the last Sir.."

Dominic took Isabella's hand gently and looked around to see the other ladies were indeed finished and watching them. "Alright," He looked straight ahead again. "Take them to the hall, we'll be there soon."

Ter nodded and walked over to the other women and motioned them to follow which they did. Leaving Isabella and Dominic alone in the room.

When the door closed Dominic spoke softly. "I heard stories of the King taking women from their homes and draggin' them here to work.. Is that your story as well?"

Isabella nodded a little as she wrapped a bandage around his arm. "Yes Sir, it is. He got rid of the men who worked here and put women in their place. Even if the job meant the women hurting themselves, or something was to heavy for us to do, we'd still had to do it."

Dominic nodded a little. "And he took advantage of all the women but you?"

Shaking her head a little. "Elizabeth, she's an artist and friend here, she denied him as well that I know of."

He looked at the tattoo on the side of her face and smiled. "I heard from the men that were locked up, he liked pretty things. Was that one of the ways you were able to turn him off?" Lightly outlining the tattoo with the tip of his finger. She looked into his eyes, he could see the look in them and nodded. She didn't need to answer. "I see". He grinned. "In some cultures, my Lady, tattoos are attractive."

Hesitating slightly with his touch then a rose color came to her cheeks as she blushed when he added the last part. She felt words caught in her throat so quickly stepped back and began to tidy up. While Isabella was tidying up, Dominic went to a mirror to look at the wounds and smiled slightly to himself as he watched her reflection. He was never a vain man but was curious why she paid so much attention to the stitches and now he knew why. He was pretty sure once the wounds had healed, there would only be faint scars behind if that. He then turned and walked over to her, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder. "Leave that my lady. You must be hungry, let us join the feast." Holding his arm out to her.

Looking at him strangely, she had never been escorted like that before so lightly placed her hand on his arm and walked with him to the great hall for the feast.

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Once they arrived in the great hall, massive of food were laid across the tables. The Warlords men along with the men and women who were released sat down next to each other. Joy and laughter was spread across the room.

As soon as Dominic entered with Isabella, Ter stood up and yelled, "Hail Warlord Cassiss." Cheers were shouted, hailing their leader. 

He held up his hand for silence as Isabella and himself went to the head table. He seated her first before calling out. "It is you who I cheer for. If it wasn't for my warriors, we wouldn't be here today." Holding up his goblet and saluting his men with a bow of his head before taking a deep drink of the wine. Then calling out, "Let the feast begin!"

During the feast, both his men and captives came up to the head table to give thanks to him. Isabella sat silently and watched. She didn't say anything unless she was spoken to.

By the end of the night, one of the Warlord's men came up and whispered something to him before disappearing again. Dominic looked over to Isabella and softly said, "Come with me."

She looked into his eyes, nodded a little. He pulled out her chair and moved his arm out once again and she lightly placed her hand on top of the back of his hand which made him smile. 

They walked in silence until they left the feast and once in the hall he spoke again. "You seem like one of the leaders here. Might I ask for some help with your knowledge?"

She looked up to him as he spoke then gave a soft nod. "Because we assume you've freed us, I will help you," she answered softly.

With a pat of her hand, he lead her down the hall and stopped at one of the rooms. Opening the door and ushered her in. Inside where people were trying to talk their way out of being captives.

She recognized a few of them, but not in common clothes. She squeezed his hand a little which made him stop and look over to the people his men found inside the castle. He lent down and softly say, "You know these people?"

She nodded softly as her eyes roamed over the men and women. She softly spoke. "The woman with dark brown hair with the light blue dress and the blonde in the peach, they were taken like I was. The others worked for the King." Then she started to scan over the men.

Dominic motioned to one of the men and told him which ones to take out, and leaving the other women where they were.

She looked up to him when the women were taken out then looked back to the men. "The small one in dark brown hair and the gray haired man with the scar, they are from the village."