A Warloc's Homecoming

It had been a long time since Revis had been back to his home, in quaint little Elwynn Forest. It was so...green. So peaceful. After spending the past few months dealing with demons and other monsters only one's worst imagination could dream up, it was jarring to be back here. The warlock had...family matters to attend to, though.

Revis had gotten word a few days previous that his father, a long-time guardsman and knight of Stormwind, had been injured in a battle with a Troll raiding party to the South. He had never really cared much for his father, of course. Too judgmental; too harsh. So stuck in his old ways and unwilling to open his mind to the many potentials the world really held. When the father, Berrian, found out that his son was studying the darker side of arcana while off in the city, he'd damn-near cast out the boy. Now, word was that Berrian was laying in bed with a broken back, unable to feel anything below his waist or move much more than a fingertip until the healers were able to do more work on him.

The old Human man was basically a limp noodle, having to be taken care of by his wife -- Revis' mother. The High Elven woman had sent her son a letter, pleading for him to come back home to see his father; to see

her

. Revis would have thrown it away if it were sent from his father. Not...her, though. She was...special to him -- possibly the only being he truly loved in the world. He'd thought about her every day and every night since he'd left his home here in Elwynn -- her smooth voice, loving blue eyes, silky blonde hair and ever-gentle touch. She was one of the only things that truly made him homesick at times.

So it was that after days of travel, Revis finally arrived at his home. The Half-Elven man was dressed in a simple set of black and silver robes, a dark brown staff on his back along with a small bag. His form wasn't particularly muscled, though he was at least fit and somewhat toned after having traveled and fought for so long. Black hair given to him by his father's Human genes flowed down over his shoulders and under the high collar of his robes, clean and smelling just

beautiful

. He'd at least shaved before showing up, too -- mother didn't need to see him looking all...scraggly and unkempt. No, she deserved her son at his

best

.

His old house itself was nothing special: one-story with a couple of small bedrooms and an outhouse just to the side of it, built in the same style as many other Human-built structures in the region. Smoke wafted gently from the chimney. Birds were chirping, bees were buzzing, wind was rustling the trees with a gentle breeze... "It's so peaceful that it's almost annoying," he murmured to himself, looking around with a raised brow before shaking his head and knocking gently on the door.

Within only a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Neya, his mother whom he'd thought about so often. Her freckled, practically ageless face immediately brightened upon seeing him. "Revis! Oh by the Light, I've been so worried that you wouldn't make it back!" The lithe High Elf practically jumped at her son to embrace him tightly, pressing her form up against his and burying her face in his neck. The warlock would have been lying if he said he wasn't taken a little by surprise by the energetic greeting. After being away for so long; after having such infrequent friendly contact with another person at all. It stirred him. Impure thoughts started to bubble up in his mind as he hugged her in return. The white mooncloth robe she wore hid everything important, but...clung to her form. Her pert little breasts pressed against his lower chest, smooshing delightfully against his own robed form. And the

smell...

Like lavender and vanilla. By the gods, how much he missed feminine contact these past few months...

"Y-yes...hello, Mother..." Revis replied in a soft murmur, leaning his own head sideways against hers. The Half-Elf knew that there were deep down feelings about his mother that were boiling up right now; feelings he had to keep hidden. The embrace...didn't need to end just yet, though. It just felt too good to have her smaller form pressing against his. Her warmth and being flowing into her son in a sickening ecstasy... "I'm...happy to see you. You haven't truly changed, have you?"

Neya stepped back a little and looked up at him with those piercing blue eyes, a curious smile on her face. "No; not really. You should come inside, though! Come; come! Ever since we got the letter that you were going to be heading home, we've been just

giddy

," she said with genuine joy, pulling her son in the door and shutting it behind him. The woman was so happy and

innocent

despite the tragedy that had befallen her husband...

"Oh, I can imagine you were, at least," the warlock said a little more dryly than he'd intended, taking his rucksack and staff off his back to place off to the side. Few things had changed in his house the past few months. A warming fire burned in a fireplace on the far side of the room, filling the area with its pungent odors. Bookshelves and dressers lined many of the walls, along with a couple of plants and two couches on either side of the fireplace facing one another. It was always kept clean, naturally; Neya wouldn't let her loved ones live in a pigsty.

"Your father is excited to see you too, Revis," Neya encouraged a little more pointedly, walking toward one of the couches where his injured father lied still. The gray-haired Human man really

didn't

look that excited to see Revis, funny enough. "You just...know how he is. It's been a rough couple of weeks."

"Welcome back, boy," Berrian said gruffly, unable to move more than his eyes to look back and up at his newly arrived son as he faced toward the fireplace. "Took you long enough." The old man was covered up with a thin, simple blanket -- bandages and casts visible beneath the fabric. It was truly as Revis had heard, then. The old man was dead weight; a veritable vegetable. Lovely. This was going to be

so

much fun having to deal with this bastard...

- - - - - - - - - -

The next day after the warlock arrived back at his home, he was left there alone with his father while Neya went to the markets to restock on food and other goods. All the while they conversed and caught up that first night he was there, Revis just couldn't help but...watch her. Not like a son watches a mother, either, but as a man watched and admired a beautiful woman like herself. Maybe...it was tinkering with fel and dark magic that was letting his mind travel to darker places. Maybe it was always there. When she left though, he couldn't help but watch her go with daring eyes. Those form-fitting white robes. Damn them for the temptations they fed to him...

An hour or so after she'd left, Berrian woke up and had to be helped to take care of his biological business by his ill-thought of son. After that unfortunate act was finished, the old Human felt the need to bring up something as he was laid back down on the plushy red couch.

"Boy. I wanna know something..." he started, his voice even more gruff and coarse than usual due to his current condition. "Your mother. I've seen you. You just...

stare

at her sometimes. I don't think it's just some look, either. It's one of those looks I don't

like

."

This

subject. Fantastic. Just what Revis needed -- a lecture from an old vegetable that never loved him about a subject that he

really

didn't want out in the open. It brought an immediate seething rage forth with little trouble. "What in the hell are you talking about, old man? Is shitting all over yourself all day long making you go crazy?"

"Hey,

fuck you

Revis," Berrian spat, managing a nasty scowl. "I fought to keep us safe. To keep

her

safe! I'm a man, and I fuckin'

know

that look. You keep your damned eyes

up

if you know what's good for you!"

"Or what?" the Half-Elf taunted, leaning forward aggressively from the other couch across the little living area -- the light of the fireplace only dimly lighting his black-robed form. "Are you going to fight me? Does it piss you off that you probably can't even get it up, anymore?"

"W-what?! You little bastard! Who the hell do you think you are?" Berrian exclaimed in shock -- his upper body twitching lightly in all of the motion it could muster in his rage. "Listen you little mutt, I've worked my

ass

off and risked everything I have to keep you and her safe when you were growing up. It's not my fault your dumb ass runs off and starts trying to learn stupid shit from a bunch of shady mages. They made you even worse than before! Even more damned useless! Dark magics... Bah! My salty ass!"

"I did what I had to do to get more powerful,

Father

. More powerful than you could be," Revis growled, digging his fingers into his thighs -- pure hate etched on his features.

That look of absolute

judgment

just couldn't leave his father's features. There seemed to be nothing but disappointment and disdain in the man's soul -- and it was even worse than it had been before. "Yeah, whatever you gotta tell yourself, boy. You ran off like a little whiny little bitch after I caught onto you, and left us here. I wouldn't doubt if you were off screwing around in some cheap goblin brothel. By the Light, we deserve so much fuckin' better than you."

Revis swallowed hard and stared down at the floor, on the precipice of lashing out physically at the feeble man. "You deserved to have those trolls run you through! And mother... She deserves so much more than you. How she hasn't dumped your ass into some gutter makes her more of an angel than this world deserves." No more. He couldn't handle any more of this man right now. He had to escape for a while. The Half-Elf pushed himself up quickly and stormed off to his old bedroom, ignoring any more retorts from his father. All but one.

"Once she knows how shitty you've become, she'll disown you just like I have!"

- - - - - - - - - -

The next hour or so was hard for Revis. The warlock sat on his old bed and just...seethed; stewed in his hate. He went through a thousand scenarios where the man on the couch out there was strangled to death, lit on fire, had the life beaten out of him, or any number of other ill fates. His father deserved to fucking

die

. The old man didn't deserve the goddess that he'd married and had a son with. Berrian deserved to lose everything he had left, the piece of shit! How could Mother even be with such a man? It was idiotic. She was such a fucking

fool

!

The Half-Elf couldn't just sit there. These frustrations needed to be vented, and there was no one else around. How ironic that he could turn to those 'dark magics' his father hated in these times. There was someone he could talk to that had no choice; that would listen to him as much as he needed to be listened to, and that wouldn't judge him like that bastard would.

With a few quiet chants and incantations, Revis opened up a demonic portal to summon forth one of his dark allies -- a succubus by the name of Vashya. The gray-skinned Demon strode through the void gateway confidently, hooved feet clacking against his wooden floor and barbed tail dragging against its surface with a faint scratching noise. Like most of her kind, Vashya's form was carved as if created for nothing but pleasure. Thick thighs were exposed all the way to the hip, with her otherwise athletic form accented by a pair of large, plushy breasts. The succubus only wore a simple black cloth that left little to the imagination: her nipples poked through the fabric teasingly, and only a couple of thin strips covered the front and back of her between her thighs.

"Mmmm...you seem angry today, master..." the Demon purred, stepping up to his form so that she could run a clawed finger up his chest. Glowing purple eyes that would enchant any with a weak will pierced into him beneath curly black hair, but they didn't ease him or distract him. Not right now.

"No shit," Revis muttered, plopping down on his bed again.

The succubus sat right next to and against him, having to fold her wings downward so as not to knock things off the shelf above his bed. "You shouldn't let things affect you like this, my master... Every problem you come across, you should deal with. Be free to live your life with

every

pleasure you can seek out."

The Half-Elf rolled his eyes and exhaled audibly, reaching up to rub at his temple. "It's not that simple. That

bastard

is lying there in the other room, just doing nothing but being a burden on us all. My mother, she... She's getting

screwed

over

and she's too damn nice to do anything about it! She's just stuck with him now." By this point, Revis was breathing heavily and having to force his words out through gritted teeth. "She deserves so much fucking better. We

both

deserve better..."

"Make things better for her, then," Vashya murmured out, placing her hands on the warlock's shoulders and rubbing them gently. Revis knew, at that point, that she was working her own magic on him. Succubi had this

aura

about them. They could enthrall and enchant people; affect their minds and bend them to their will. Maybe...he just didn't care, right now. Maybe he wanted to be

bad

. "I can tell, you know," she cooed, rubbing her thick lips up against his ear and causing a shiver to go down the man's spine. "You want her."

"She's my mother," Revis responded simply, without any real conviction or passion save for leftover anger from before. "I can't just

want

her."

"And why not?" the succubus asked, lowering one of her hands down his chest, then down his belly. Lower and lower it traveled... "Does it not make you excited -- the thought of her...on top of you? Do you not lay in bed and wonder what she feels like?" Vashya chortled lightly with glee. "What she tastes like? What's to stop you right now, my master?"

The spell she was passively weaving was clearly taking an affect on him, he knew deep down. Revis knew he should resist, but his emotions were just...too great, right now. Vashya's words flowed like honey through his ear. They stirred his heart and loins and made far too much sense. "She's a priestess. She won't approve."

Vashya grinned widely at him, her fangs bared clearly as she responded in a whisper. "If I promised you that she would want it too, in the end...would you do it?"

Her question was met with silence. Telling, truthful silence.

- - - - - - - - - - -

It wasn't until late that evening that Neya arrived home, coming right in the door with a couple of sacks in her hand filled with goods from the Stormwind markets. The blonde Elf moved with a grace few could manage, even in the most mundane of tasks. She was only inside for a moment when she noticed her son standing right before her, shirtless and with his hands on his hips. A clever and dark sort of grin was etched on his features as he stared at her. "...Welcome back, Mother."

The High Elf could only look at her son in confusion. "I-... Hello, Revis. Is everything alright? Are you two getting al-" She cut off as she looked over to her husband on the couch, gagged and staring at her with wide, pleading eyes -- unable to speak. Confusion and fear instantly marred her lightly freckled face as her bright blue eyes shot to her son again.

"What in the abyss has been going on, here?! Why does he have that-" Once again Neya was cut off, though not from her own free will. The Elf's mouth was covered with a clawed gray hand at the same time her wrist was snatched up as well, then pulled up to the middle of her back to keep her subdued. Reflexively, the woman squirmed in the grasp of the demon that now held her. Demons were powerful creatures, however -- and Vashya had a purpose.

"Oh

hello

little priestess!" the succubus murmured tantalizingly into the now terrified woman's ear, her hand silencing any protest save for a few muffled hums and grunts. "Ooo, her skin is so soft, master! Your sweet little mommy's such a fine little prize!"

Revis slowly nodded his head and stepped up closer to his mother that was being held, reaching a hand up to slowly, lovingly caress the face he'd been thinking about for so long. "That she is," he said softly, moving to within a few inches of Neya's face so that he could stare into her fearful eyes as he talked to his demonic servant. "She could be a noblewoman or queen, yet she..." His finger went from rubbing her cheek lovingly to traveling downward, sliding past her neck and over her breast, down her belly before it slid off of the woman's form. The touch sent a visible shudder down her body... Perfect. "She stays here, looking after some old fool in the woods that doesn't know how good he has it and should have

died

in that ambush. It's pitiful."

"Things change now, though," the Half-Elf warlock said more cheerfully as he pivoted and strode over to the other couch across from the one his immobile father was held. Once there, his pants were easily taken off to expose his moderately-sized cock that was already hardening with the anticipation of the coming taboo. Lazily, he flopped down on the couch and spread his arms out wide in pure confidence, gazing at his mother and the succubus that held her with intense scrutiny -- form fully bare "Go ahead, Vashya. Do your thing."

"With pleasure, my master," the succubus said with a wide grin, her tail whipping about behind her and her wings shaking with excitement. "Don't worry, dear. You'll be able to remember

every

little thing that happens here with perfect detail!" she purred to Neya, removing her hand from the Elf's mouth and quickly replacing it with her own plush lips.

A scream was stifled as the succubus forced herself on her victim, shoving her tongue needily into the smaller and weaker woman's mouth. Again, Neya thrashed; she tried to scream and fought back all she could -- at first. It wasn't a mere kiss, though. As they were connected, Vashya breathed an enchanting magical vapor into Neya's mouth -- the Elf having no choice but to inhale it and start succumbing to its effects.

After the 'kiss' went on for a few extra moments (Vashya liked to have her fun), Revis rolled his eyes and cleared his throat to help move the process along. Promptly, his servant brought his mother over to him and stood the woman in front of his now naked form. Without the spell fully taking effect yet, Neya pleaded desperately to her depraved son. "Revis, stop this! This game's gone on long enough, damn it! You

don't

want to do anything like this! It isn't you!

Please

!" she begged, just in time to get her lovely robe ripped off her form from behind by Vashya. A scream was let out of her as tears started to fill her big, almond-shaped eyes. "This isn't you, Revis..."

Mostly ignoring what his mother was saying to him, the warlock had to take a second and just...appreciate his beloved parent. Not his father, of course -- that old prick was over groaning and growling in an absolute fury as he watched his wife get handled. No; this Elven goddess was perfect in his eyes. Her breasts weren't big, but the light pink nipples on them were slightly puffy and almost blended in with her pale skin. The woman's frame was lithe and petite, though hips stuck out tantalizingly beneath her skinny waist. There was no blemish on this woman. No flaw. Everything from her cute feet to her lightly muscled thighs to her perky chest, all the way up to her youthful and perfect face was heavenly to Revis. By the void, did the desperation and tears make her even more stunning? He was a lucky man to be born from the loins of such a creature.

Neya was a goddess to him. One he had to now corrupt. There was no turning back now, for the young Half-Elf. His mother was the only one good enough for him...and he would have her

now

.