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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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.
