The Warlock And The Wizardess Ch. 11
by ZenZerker ©
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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"Maybe it's just me, because I'm new to this whole adventuring business..." Laentharyel said musingly, holding in her outstretched hand the floating orb of magical light conjured by Shayla to help them navigate the lower levels of the catacombs underneath the Chapel of Red Spires. "But I have to say, it really seems like every quest ends with a dungeon of some kind. Or at least every single quest I've been on so far always had a dungeon at the end... But it's probably just me."
Walking right behind Laeny, looking distractedly around to take in the intricate etchings that decorated the walls of the musty, stuffy underground corridor, Jadrik chuckled at the huntress's comment and patted her slim shoulder reassuringly.
"It's not you, Laeny. In my experience, and it's a pretty vast one if I say so myself, adventures are basically eighty percent journeying toward some weird place and twenty percent crawling through tunnels inside that very place, until you reach some big evil monster that needs killing. Sometimes the place in question is a cavern, other times it's the hidden passages under some castle or fortress, maybe a labyrinth, though that's rare..." Jadrik shrugged as he looked around. "Or it can be a network of dusty old catacombs, like these ones right here! So yes, the dungeon is sort of a constant element in every adventurer's life, somehow. You'll get used to it soon enough, it just comes with the job. Isn't that right, my sweet slut?" the warlock concluded, turning to smile at Shayla.
The wizardess's reply was a baleful glance and a snort. As she walked behind her friends, Shayla's arms stayed crossed firmly on her chest, causing her huge jutting boobs to be pushed up and thus become even more prominent than they already were thanks to the plunging neckline of her tight-fitting azure tunic. Her beautiful face was set in a mask of barely contained anger and her deep blue eyes sparkled with something more than just their characteristic feisty glint.
"Don't you even try to 'sweet slut' me, Jad," Shayla hissed, speaking her first words since the three of them had entered the lower levels of the Red Catacombs, leaving Uli and Aldarius to check the empty ceremonial rooms and burial chambers of the upper tunnels. "I might want to kill Al right now, but I'm still mad at you too, you know. Seriously, why didn't you tell me that this whole stupid quest wasn't even necessary in the first place?! We could have avoided leaving the Capitol at all!"
"But, Shay," the warlock said with a genial grin, stopping to face the wizardess and wrapping one arm swiftly around her waist so that his hand was resting on the full protruding curve of her juicy bubble-butt, "that's exactly why I didn't tell you!"
"What?! Are you crazy? That makes no sense," Shayla argued, squirming perfunctorily as Jadrik pulled her closer and rested his free hand on her face. The wizardess's reluctance started melting away as soon as the warlock began gently stroking her cheek and tracing her jawline while kneading her bouncy ass with his other hand. Even as she willed herself to keep up her verbal protestations, Shayla could almost physically feel her rage evaporate under the shiver-inducing tenderness of Jadrik's warm touch on her face, not to mention his passionate ass-pawing manipulations.
"If you knew that Al was lying about needing this quest done to get the Order's license to marry me, why did you agree to come along? I mean, why would you help him at all, if his final goal was to marry me?!" Shayla asked. Even as her words left her mouth though, her luscious lips contorted in a sudden grimace of absolute, unmitigated disgust at the very thought of actually marrying Aldarius.
"Well, Shay," Jadrik said, grinning broadly as he noticed the wizardess's unmistakably adverse reaction at the mental prospect of becoming the paladin's wife, "I have to be honest: at first I agreed to come along just so that I could kill that fool in shiny armor, or at the very least to watch him die in some kind of, well, in some plausibly fortuitous 'adventuring accident', so to speak..."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that out already," Shayla replied, rolling her eyes and yet smirking, amused despite herself by Jadrik's candid admission of murderous intents toward her idiotic betrothed.
"But beside that," Jadrik went on as the wizardess finally reciprocated his advances, pressing her voluptuous body into his thin frame and locking her arms around him in a tight embrace, "I just couldn't pass up the chance to be with you again, Shay. I can't say that killing good old Al was completely out of my mind, but it sort of became a minor priority compared to being with you."