The Warlock and the Whore

It's been centuries since the now Headmaster of the Alchemists 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 Alchemists, whose main weapon in combat is their disarming erotic appeal. Just a glimpse beyond a Alchemist'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 devils and slender imps summoned directly from Inferia, 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 Inferia.

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.