Warlock's Son

by D. R. Rosier

  “I’m…” she covered my lips with her finger.

  “No more saying sorry. It is what it is, and it’s not either of our fault. I love you Andrew Stewart Moore, warlock, slut magnet, and...” she trailed off, and I could see the love in her eyes, but I didn’t believe that would be enough. She was so beautiful, inside and out, and everything I’d ever wanted or needed before three days ago.

  I smiled, no one had called me that before, the name I grew up with was Andrew Stewart.

  “I love you too Katia.”

  She asked, “Do you? Do you want me here, in your life?”

  “Very much, but I don’t deserve you anymore, and I won’t lie, the others will grow in importance to my heart as well. But I’ll always love you, forever.”

  She studied my eyes, and I was sure she read sincerity there.

  “Why didn’t we ever talk about this before?”

  I shrugged, “College life. I don’t know, but I know I want you in my life, for the rest of my life.”

  There was no point in holding anything back now, although it hurt to say it, I didn’t see how she would stay.

  She nodded, “I thought you were the one too. I still think you are. If you really want me Andrew, we have to make a deal.”

  I was speechless.

  She giggled, “Close your mouth doofus.”

  I snapped it shut, but then said, “I’m confused, a deal? What kind of deal.”

  She said, “I love you. I want to spend my life with you, I want to bear you an heir, which we can raise together. I want to grow old with you, and be a part of this new magical and slightly twisted life of yours. There’s even a part of me that’s curious about sharing Lilith and that minx Julia with you. I want your love, and I want to be your wife.”

  I was still confused, “That’s what you want in the deal? I’m confused.”

  She laughed, “Yes, I do want all that, but no, that’s what you get out of the deal, me. What I get out of the deal is what I need to make it work, to stop our love from being poisoned by negative emotions.”

  “Still confused, what exactly are you asking of me?”

  I was willing to give her just about anything in the world to keep her in my life. Maybe that’s pathetic, but it was true.

  She smirked, “It’s so obvious but I never considered it either, I don’t want anything out of the deal, I need you take something instead. Your magic can do that right, remove my jealousy so I can share you with a light heart, acceptance, and probably a whole lot of fun in bed.”

  I nodded slowly, that might even work. It would change her though, wouldn’t it?

  “I can. What will you do? I mean, I assume you don’t want to live a life of luxury behind these walls.”

  She nodded, “No, I don’t. But I imagine you have a lot of assets now. For the beginning, I’ll manage those, and deal with your heirs. I can even be a backup to Julia in case you both die before I do. That’s probably a full-time job, and I’ll also be busy being a mother remember? Not to mention all those shopping trips with Julia and Lilith.”

  I laughed, “Fine, you have thought this out. But, we don’t have to do a deal for that, I can remove your jealousy, and slow down your aging and keep you healthy without it.”

  She shook her head, “No. Think of it as a marriage without possibility of divorce, it shows our commitment, you’re mine Andrew, and I’m not letting you go. Now I won’t have to. Plus, the pact should make it impossible for me to be used by others, I’m a weak link as I am now. Suppose a vampire places compulsion on me when I’m out shopping, to slit your throat when you’re asleep. The pact will prevent me from being used as anyone’s tool, I’ll belong to you, and that magic will protect me, and you.”

  I frowned, “If you’re sure, but someone will be with you when you go out, either Lilith or Julia, or maybe a demon?”

  She nodded, “There’s always a way though, only a pact will prevent it, you’d feel it in the magic if the pact was in danger.”

  I frowned, she was right. Part of the pact magic would warn me if a pact was in danger of being defaulted, so I had time to fix things before my soul, or my client’s soul was forfeit depending on the problem, and would prevent me from losing my cushy afterlife.

  I asked, “Shower with me?”

  She giggled, and tilted her head in question.

  I shrugged, “It’s been a long day, battle, sweat, and fear, and I’m going to make love to you after the pact, so… shower first.

  She jumped up, and walked toward the bathroom, her shirt came up and off, and she looked over her head as she tossed it in my face, teasingly hiding her breasts as she unbuttoned and dropped her shorts, and then shook her ass, giggled, and ran for the bathroom.

  What’s a man to do? I ran after her…

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  I felt like I was going to tip over as pleasure overcame me under the hot spray. Katia was looking up at me with a twinkle in her eyes as she milked out the last of my seed with her hand, mouth, and suction. It hadn’t been my plan for the shower, but I’d take it, she was a goddess on her knees. It had all started out innocently enough when we cleaned each other anyway.

  When I could move again, I reached down and pulled her up to her feet, and claimed her lips hungrily. We shared a lingering, loving, and hungry kiss as my hands roamed her sweet tight curvy body.

  “I love you,” she murmured into my mouth, as we ended the kiss, and then nipped my bottom lip.

  “You know,” she added, “Most couples don’t have to deal with this kind of thing when committing to spend their lives together.”

  I raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Just lucky I guess.”

  Whatever her response might have been, I’m not sure, since her words were cut off with a sharp gasp of pleasure as I teasingly squeezed and pulled lightly on her nipples while stealing another kiss. One of my hands roamed south and found her wet and ready lips. Not just the rivulets of hot water running down her body, but she was wet with arousal and her beautiful labia were flowered open from blowing me, and she was very close to an orgasm already.

  This wasn’t even close to our first shower together.

  She gasped and threw her arms around my neck tightly for support as her knees gave way, as I slid two fingers in her hot tight heat, curled them and found her special spot. I loved her desperately, and I knew her body well enough to play it like a virtuoso while I held her up by her supple sexy ass with my other hand. I rubbed the spot one more time, and then just lightly grazed her hard-little clit with my thumb.

  It was like setting off a bomb.

  “Andrew!” she screamed and then cut off into a wordless cry as she bit down hard on my shoulder. Her whole body shook against mine as she reached ecstasy, her liquid bliss rushed from her body, and soaked my hand and ran down her toned endless legs in dirty rivulets of pleasure.

  I played with her gently to let her down from the pleasure easily and extend her orgasm, and then sucked her sweet essence off my fingers.

  “Mmm, I missed that.”

  She snickered, “Pervert.”

  I nodded, “Guilty as charged. Are you sure you want to do this Katia?”

  She nodded, and look deep into my eyes, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

  I smiled, and turned off the water.

  We dried off, and she squealed when I picked her up and carried her to the bed, and laid her down on it gently. I crawled on the bed, and between her legs, my cock already hard again. I slid into her still wet and well lubricated tight sex. My whole body felt alive with pleasure, as her hot passage squeezed and fluttered along my length, and conformed to my girth.

  Her chocolate brown eyes looked up at me intensely with love, and not a little lust as our bodies became flush, and I filled and stretched her tight pussy all the way to the hilt. Our eyes were locked, and the love we shared mixed with and tempered the pleasure. We didn’t always make love, we were mostly wild in bed, but I could tell this was going to
be one of those times. The emotions of the decisions tonight left no other option, we both wanted to make love.

  My heart beat picked up, and I was overwhelmed by the look in her eyes, and a deep tenderness along with a fierce protectiveness rose up in me. She was mine.

  “I love you Katia.”

  Katia smiled and grinded up against me slowly and gently, and I returned the favor.

  “So how do we do this?”

  I activated the magic of the amulet. We both already knew the parameters of the deal, and apparently she agreed with my interpretation, and still wanted it, because she froze and trembled beneath me as ecstasy took her again, as the infernal magic joined and bound us together. Her body convulsed and milked my cock, as I grinded down into her in small circles.

  I smiled, “It’s done my love, I’m all yours.”

  She said, “Not quite yet, don’t you have something else to do, I want your baby, and I want the jealousy gone.”

  My cock twitched hard at the thought of knocking her up right now. Damn, the idea of it turned me on more than I’d have imagined. I guess I’d be getting my first heir tonight after all.

  I started to slowly make love to her, slow long strokes in and out of her body as I cast the spells. The first made her fertile, very fertile, and would ensure a male issue was born. Maybe our second child would be a girl? But an heir had to be male, or at least I’d never heard of a female warlock. The second spell I cast was a mind spell, which would suppress all jealousy within her. She wouldn’t be jealous of Lilith or Julia anymore, and would most likely just be turned on and wanting to join us. That big Californian king in the master bedroom would soon sleep four.

  But tonight, I was spending with Katia, my mate, and the love of my life, we’d join them soon enough. I suppose, I should qualify that to the first love of my life, it was only a matter of time before the others would hold the same importance and significance in my heart.

  Katia gasped and her eyes widened, she looked like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Had she been fighting that jealousy the whole time? It almost seemed too easy, just remove the little green extremely caustic emotion, but she smiled and bit her lip, and arched her body up to receive my slow but firm thrust, as I filled her again. The slow, silken moist tight friction, was like heaven around my sensitive length.

  Katia sighed in pleasure, and had a mini-orgasm around me, but I just kept pumping in and out slowly, the feelings of love and adoration we were sharing with our eyes locked together were so damned intense, especially when she was in the middle of an orgasm. Hard and fast fucking was great, but sometimes making love could be even more intense, if it was with someone I truly loved.

  Every slow sensual movement as I stroked in and out of her warmth was an eternal moment of bliss all in itself. The slightest movement sent shivers of euphoria through our bodies, as we shared our love, our bodies, and our souls.

  She exploded again, another small one but slightly stronger than the last, and I knew the intensity and frequency would only go up as time went on. I’d only speed up slightly to finish when she was a quivering mess of blissful emotion and her body was wrung out with the intense euphoric pleasures our loving joining gave her.

  Time passed slowly as we headed for the ultimate purpose of this coupling and love making, and I knew my orgasm would be huge, my whole body vibrated with intense emotion and euphoria from the pleasure my Katia’s body brought me. The fact that I’d be impregnating her would make it even more intense than usual.

  I’d lost count of the amount of times Katia’s sexy body had trembled under me, and the last one was incredibly long and intense. Her eyes were wide, her face covered in sweat, and her whole body shook hard as she came down from the orgasm.

  “Andrew, finish in me, give me a baby. Please Andrew, I need to feel you explode in me, claim me, and make our baby. I can’t take another one like that.”

  I sped up slightly, and stroked in more firmly, but it was her words as she begged me for my seed that threw me over the edge, the look of desire, hunger, and love in her eyes.

  I told her I loved her as my legs went week, and the pleasure was intense as it finally broke over me, my own eyes never left hers, adding an intensity and vulnerability to the act as I filled her with pulses of my essence.

  She cried out and started to convulse around me, milking the rest of my seed, her body claiming all it could take from mine.

  She looked up at me and smiled tremulously, “I love you Andrew.”

  I stayed buried inside of her, as I kissed her softly, lovingly, and passionately. This afternoon had gone much differently than I’d expected. Much differently.

  I rolled over to the side and pulled her close. I wasn’t sure what the next few days would bring, but we’d be facing it as four, not the three that I’d feared. Whatever happened, I knew with their help and advice we’d figure it out, and win through.

  I still had a lot to learn, but I had the basics down, and I’d work hard and study to learn more, be more. I am Andrew Moore, a warlock, as absurd as that sounds, and I’m here to stay…

  Epilogue

  He grunted in pleasure, and pain. Something was very… wrong.

  Carmine had run south, and wound up in a shifter off-road bar outside of Seattle. He knew he was in deep shit, he was an alpha but without Joseph behind him he was a dead man. Gina was stronger than he was, he’d known that for years, and it was just a matter of time before she caught up with him. He couldn’t even blame her, he’d abused the bitch so many times the last ten years, sure of his safety under Joseph’s umbrella of protection.

  He was so fucked.

  He should have already been dead, but he’d managed to play dead, and then slipped out during the fight with Joseph, while everyone else was busy watching that freak show that Julia had turned into, kick Joseph’s ass.

  He’d been stressed, and scared, so when a hot little curvy redhead came onto him he’d bought her a drink. She was… intoxicating for a human, but humans were so… delicate, he didn’t think she’d really satisfy his wolf’s appetite.

  Still, she’d persisted in flirting with him, and when she’d kissed him hard, and then sultrily whispered in his ear that she loved it rough and nasty, he’d just about cum in his pants. He’d picked her up and dragged her out back, shoved her against the wall and had started to take her hard and fast.

  The little slut wasn’t even wearing panties under her mini-skirt, and though she was incredibly tight, she’d been so wet that he’d slid right in. To his shock, she not only took his punishing hard pace as he fucked her without mercy, but she ate it up. She seemed to even enjoy it when he slapped her and called her a slut, the rougher he was with her, the more she begged for more.

  That’s what got him off in the end, she was like a dream come true, a perfect little fuck toy for his sadistic perversions.

  But something was wrong. Very wrong. He’d come hard, harder than he ever had before, and he couldn’t stop. The pleasure just rose and rose, so much that it was becoming painful. He tried to push away from her, but even a powerful alpha was as weak as a kitten when they were unloading their nut sack. It didn’t help that her legs were locked around him like a vice either, and her pussy seemed to be sucking more than just his seed.

  “Who are you? What are you…” he got out weakly, right as he was passing out.

  She caressed his face, “I’m Celeste, and your soul belongs to me now…”

  It was the last thing he heard, in this life anyway…

  Afterword:

  I hope you enjoyed the story. This was the first book in the Andrew Moore warlock series which I tentatively have planned out to be three books. The second book is titled Warlock’s Mage, and should be coming out soon. I was aiming for a few things in this series to make sure its fresh enough from the Shawn Moore trilogy. I hope I succeeded at originality in the story line and situations, while staying true to the world building of the last series in this universe.

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  About the Author: If you have any comments or suggestions you can send me an email at magicwrtr@gmail.com. I started out posting short stories online and at readers’ requests started to publish them. If you like my work, or even if you don’t, please consider leaving a review of this book.

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Cirenthian Chronicles – Book one is Out of Darkness.

  Marcus, an ancient vampire, finds himself moved to another world where suddenly he is alive again, and magic is a known and powerful danger. No longer a vampire and dealing with emotions he hasn’t felt in over a millennium, will he be able to start a new life? This series is now complete.

  Necromancer Chronicles – Book one is The Necromancer.

  Vincent is a necromancer and has an even darker secret. Feared by the rest of the supernatural community he lives on his own, often struggling with his powers, and how to use them. But change is coming, and he will soon find himself dragged into the middle of a suspicious and untrusting community.

  Anise is a sorceress, but she has secrets of her own. She is an ancient being, who has walked the earth for time immemorial. She lives in a never ending cycle of life, forever watching those she dares to care about age and die. But she is about to find something new that will offer her hope, if she can live long enough to find it.

  Cytherean Chronicles – Book one is Flame of Cytherea.

  This two book series follows the chosen champion of a goddess, brought to her world and healed after he was mortally wounded on Earth. At first Justin is a little lost, not knowing anything about the world he finds himself in or even why he is there.

  Ashley’s Tale – This two book series follows the tale of a woman with unique parentage in a world greatly different from our own Earth. It is twenty-five years in the future, and the supernatural have long since been exposed. Ashley must struggle with her conflicting nature to find a balance, and her hidden power, as she is taken unwillingly into an extraordinary destiny.