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The Warlock and the Whore

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It's been centuries since the now Headmaster of the Thaumaturge
Guild was initiated as a scholar of the Black Arts. Back then,
he was considered by many as the most beautiful and most
desirable of all human males, but time is everyone's master,
including the Thaumaturges, whose main weapon in combat is
their disarming erotic appeal. Just a glimpse beyond a
Thaumaturge's robe would stun any heavily armored brute in an
instant! The most merciless archer wouldn't be able to lift his
hand to pierce this delightful flesh, and even mages of other
schools will be too speechless to chant their destructive
spells.

But all that was in the past for our Warlock now... He had
grown way too old, his blond hair was now completely white. But
his wisdom was boundless and his soul... his soul was black! In
the most ancient of the world's libraries he had found the
blackest and most evil tomes, he summoned back the spirits of
the deads to learn their secrets, and went beyond to the astral
planes to find all the ingredients but nowhere could he find
the Main one.

He went back to the mortal realm, almost ready to give up, but
as he walked by some random elven brothel, he suddenly saw Her!
The ultimate ingredient he couldn't find even in the deepest
realms of Hell.

As the planets aligned, the Warlock conducted a major gathering
in the woods. Well paid acrobats contorted their young lithe
bodies by the fires of sin, challenging the flames with their
own sophisticated oiled curves and folds. Busty teen
witches with inhumanly tightly belted waists continuously
chanted their sweet black spells of wrath and blasphemy.
Muscled demons and slender teen imps summoned directly from
Hell, danced as black silhouettes right in the high flames, to
keep their bodies warm in the summer of the mortal realm that
was warm for humans but still too cold for demons, too used to
the heat of Infernia.

The Warlock arrived to the great party together with the
beautiful young elven Whore, whose perfect tanned bust
immediately became the center of the world. Damn, was she
expensive, only three huge purses of gold, enough to open her
very own brothel, convinced her to serve the white haired old
man who was several centuries old...

If only she could have known that this old mage would happen to
be so intense, with so much inner energy saved up! She had
literally never had a night like that in her entire career, so
even a pro like her was completely drained of all stamina. When
she regained her senses, she could immediately feel it was
still ongoing. The fuck... She was on her tummy so the first
thing she saw was not the white-haired oldster but the
surroundings. It was dawn, all the bendy boys were sleeping,
curled up around their beautiful wasp-waisted companions, the
demons were long gone to their own hot dimensions, the nature
around was pure and beautiful, it was calm and almost silent,
not counting the few voices of the first morning birds and the
panting of the mage behind her.

Though there was some significant change about that panting
that made her instantly look behind. The sight was so fantastic
that she decided either she's in a dream right now, or the
whole thing of the past night was a nightmare. Because now
on top of her sweating body was laying not a senile man
but a most gorgeous youngster! Even by elven standards he
possessed incredible beauty, and only his soft silky hair
falling on her shoulder blades was just as white as the old
Warlock's.

As he noticed her waking up, he sealed a kiss on her smooth
tanned shoulder: "My apologies, elf, but the ritual is not yet
finished. I might require another couple of hours of your
service. I can offer another purse of gold if required." He
spoke half-whispering, almost panting, apparently having
difficulties talking while climbing to a yet another peak of
ecstasy of the many he had already conquered tonight.

"Gosh," the slut murmured. "Screw the gold, just let me turn
around so I can look at the prettyboy you are!" They changed
positions and the Warlock was now staring at her big boobs that
rolled slightly to the sides of her slender chest. She, in
turn, couldn't stop staring at how young his face looked now!
"W- what... What happened to your face and body?!"

He stroked his own smooth face with his fingers. "Oh my, so
it's already finished! I thought it was still only half-way
through. Then, I suppose, I wouldn't require any further
service at this point."

"Wa- wa- wait a minute! Wait! It's Saturday, right?" she looked
at the rising Sun as if it was a calendar. "I'm usually
offering discounts and bonuses on Saturdays! So... use your
chance, you get two whole hours for free!" She sluttishly
massaged her big boobs, pulling the most inviting facial
expression she could.

"Oh? That's quite the opposite of what you told me last
evening, darling..." The mage spoke still in the tone of an old
man, although his voice was so much younger and definitely
much, much sexier.

"Well, I just..." The Whore really wish she could take her
compliment about his face back in her mouth and shove it as
deep as possible in her throat so it wouldn't come out any time
soon. "Eeh, I forgot it was Saturday!" she pouted, giving him
innocent eyes, then quickly whispered to herself.

"By the way," spoke the mage, focusing the whole power of his
newly sharpened eye-sight on the delicious elvish nipples. "I'm
looking for an elven female companion if you're up for a
long-term contract. Had a hard time finding one in my previous
form, so the position is still vacant for now."

The luck suddenly stroked her between the legs again. "Hell
yeah! I'm in. But why specifically an elven female??"

"Just a preference. I used to live with an elf girl back in my
first youth. Elves can't be impregnated by humans, and that's
extremely convenient, having my temper," he winked.

"I'm all yours, babe!" she removed some strand of hair from his
face and stroked his cheek. After admiring him for a few
moments she asked. "So how do we sign that new job contract of
mine?"

"Well, I'll just put my seal up here and leave my signature
below?" He joked. The elf girl opened her to return the joke
that it'd be like writing a secret message with milk, but she
had to save it for a bit later and only gasped as the young
Warlock's tongue immediately entered her parted lips, while his
pen started leaving his large, sophisticated signature under
the body of the contract.
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