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.