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.
"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.
