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.
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"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.
