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The world of Erozia. Truly a mixed wonder of a world, with various cultures, advancements, and dreams. Where the impossible is made possible.

But such a happy place is not without its troubles and the Knights of the Royal Court, the beacon of peace and security, can only do so much. That’s why guilds for Adventurers have been established, worldwide, men and women of expertise and skill joining the cause for a myriad of reasons, but mostly it’s for the money, honestly.

However, unknown to many, dark and malicious forces are colluding and planning the downfall of Erozia… and many worlds along with it.

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A group of six individuals has arrived at the local inn of a town frequented by adventurers in the Kingdom of Rune. Their leader, a dark tanned skinned young man with white hair, with black strands, wearing a cloak, a feathered mantle, and leather pants, stepped in, followed by his party.

The inn was pretty loud inside, with many adventurers of various races and backgrounds clamoring about, along with the scantily clad staff. And if one would look closely, it’s not just the staff that had such… suggestive clothing. Everyone wore such clothes, even the adventurers, items that were more aimed towards showing off one’s body or… assets, but strangely enough, their gear provides plenty of protection. Heck, an orc warrior sat in the corner with his own party, wearing a harness that focused on making his already massive and impressive pecs more prominent, one of his friends rubbing at one with hunger in his eyes.

The recently arriving party made their way in, their leader walking up to the bar while the rest claimed a table for themselves. The bartender, a heavily muscular man who’s shirt was just a deep breath away from popping all its buttons, regarded the young man. “Good afternoon, sir. Another prosperous hunt, today?”

“Not really, just came back from a Dungeon, the crypts of a town east of here.” The young man’s voice was deep, but calm and soft.

“Ooff, that must’ve been messy.” The bartender grabbed a nearby mug and started cleaning it. “But I’m sure a Warlock of your caliber had no problem, whatsoever~”

“Oh, it was no problem at all. Even without me, my friends were more than capable of handling it. I was merely there because my expertise was needed.”

The bartender looked behind the man, regarding his party, quite the versatile group if his knowledge of adventuring could be trusted. Although they seem to be missing a few classes to make a truly versatile party.

The young man in front of him, the leader, was a warlock, pretty clear from his voodoo skull necklace, adorned with various bones and precious stones if his clothes weren’t an indication already.

His eyes then focused on those who were on their table. He saw a halfling, a half-elf, another human, a tall bugbear, and a satyr. All dressed in various, suggestive and provocative gear, like everyone else, but items that clearly show their adventuring class.

The halfling looked like a caster of sorts, perhaps a wizard. He had dark tan skin, like the warlock’s, with very dark brown hair that it almost looked black. His gear consisted of a harness and crotchless leather chaps with a pouch for his junk, which… looked like it could burst through the material with the first wrong movement. He had a scepter and grimoire strapped to either side of his hips, but the most prominent piece of gear was the golden egg, adorned with various precious and mystic stones all around, strapped to his back like a backpack.

Next was the half-elf. Milky white skin, with short and messy, but still beautiful, silver hair, a wisp of a mustache on his face, and a short scruff of a goatee, also silver as his hair. His gear consisted of a mage’s hat, cloth arm sleeves, and cloth pants that were a bit on the baggy side, even rode down ever so slightly, giving a glimpse of the very top of his ass crack. He carried a tome of spells on his hip and a long staff in his hand, it was made of some strangely colored wood and had a pretty big orb ‘entangled’ at the head.

Sitting beside him and talking with the satyr, was the other human, also tanned skin, but a slightly lighter hue than the warlock and halfling, black hair, light wisp of mustache hair, and faint sideburns connected to some chin scruff that ended in a goatee, his hair was pretty short, messy, and pretty unkempt. By all means, the guy was a monk, bandages wrapped around his hands and feet, a crotchless and assless hakama with a junk pouch, and the neck beads were also pretty visible, considering their size. No upper wear, whatsoever, which exposed his ripped, well-sculpted body and various scars. Monks don’t usually carry any sort of weapons with them, as they’re bodies are both the weapons and the shields. And with their knowledge in mystic and spiritual arts, they’re quite the versatile class. His eyes seem to have a constant, tired look to them.

The one he was talking to, a satyr, was pretty animated as they spoke about their latest dungeon run. The satyr had the same skin tone as the half-elf, but a slightly darker hue, while his head, chest, chin, and arm hair, as well as his lower body’s fur, were a dark, fiery red, in color, his horns were pretty big and looked like they could do some serious damage to both objects and people. His gear consisted of a leather harness and leather loincloth, his weapons were an incense flail that hung from his hip, a wooden shield strapped to his back, there was also a dagger strapped to his thigh. He also carried a big satchel that had a few things stuffed in them, the edge of a harp peaking out. Quite the strange choice of weapons for a Bard.

And finally, his eyes set on the tall bugbear talking with the halfling and half-elf. Just like his species, he was a tall, imposing, and intimidating mountain of a man, muscles bulging everywhere, even his veins were pushed against his skin as it was their default state. His fur was dark brown, overall, but his head fur and eyebrows were a darker shade, almost black from a distance. Decked out in a harness and leather pants, fully equipped from head to bottom with sharp and lethal weapons, the most prominent was the broadsword and the dual axes, all strapped to his back, as well as the throwing hatchets strapped to his hips. The bartender even caught a glimpse of throwing knives hidden in his boots.

“So they seem.” The bartender said after checking out the rest of the warlock’s party. He then turned back to the young man. “So, what can I do for you, so refreshment is surely in order.

“Yes, but only four alcoholic drinks, our monk and I would prefer some soft drinks.” He turned to head back to their table as the bartender nodded in confirmation, turning going to prepare their drinks.

The monk turned his head as he noticed their leader approaching, his lips spread into a small and soft smile. “That took a while, Xavier.” He commented in a teasing tone. His voice was deep as well, but his tone was soft, almost slow and tired.

“Well, Keenan, the bartender was checking you guys out, it seems.”

The half-elf, Orimorn, chuckled slightly. “Hope he got a good look then~” His voice was masculine but slightly high pitched, not squeaker level, though.

The halfling, Xowan, poked Keenan gently in the arm. “Speaking of ‘checking out’.” He pointed to an individual who was sitting a few tables away from them. A large, heavily built werewolf, was glancing their way, Keenan’s way, to be exact. “Seems like the guy has a thing for ya~”

Keenan noticed and gave the werewolf a smile and a small wave, causing the large lupin to blush and raise his glass in greeting, in turn. The monk noticed and let out a small giggle, before turning to Xavier. “Say, Xavier, can I…?”

“Go right ahead, we’re still waiting for the other party to divvy up the reward.” Keenan nodded and stood up from his seat, giving the werewolf a brief and suggestive glance as he walked out of the inn, his hips swaying seductively, making his fit, bubble cheeks to wiggle firmly with each step.

Xavier noticed from the corner of his eyes how the wolf downed his drink in big, consecutive gulps, before following suit, a somewhat visible lump in his pants. It was pretty clear what was gonna happen next.

“When did those guys say they’re gonna arrive?” Vazzuk, the bugbear asked, irritation and impatience in his voice.

Xavier’s eye twitched, he hated when Vazzuk adopts that tone. But it was Xowan who replied, just as their drinks arrived. “Oh, calm your tits, man. It’s too early for the brothels to be open.”

Vazzuk let out a growl of irritation, taking his mug, which was slightly bigger than everyone else’s, and downing half of it in one go. “Fuck you.”

“Both of you, calm down.” Traen, the party’s satyr Bard tried to calm the situation. His voice was similar to Orimorn’s but his was slightly deeper. “Look, the other party is gonna be here soon and each will get their fair share. What one does with their money is up to them. Alright?”

Just as they finished talking, another group of adventurers walked in, four this time, a dwarf warrior, a human paladin, an elephant priest, and a fox fencer. “Hey there, lads! Good ta see yer faces again!” The dwarf greeted them with a bright smile and a cheerful tone.

Xavier stood up and walked over to them. “Thul, friend. Good to see you made it out, too.” The warlock extended his hand for a handshake, but the dwarf pulled him in for a tight hug, instead. The dwarf’s gear consisted of some heavy armor, although it left the chest, abs, and crotch exposed, his impressive junk held by a leather pouch.

The other party grabbed some vacant chairs and joined Xavier’s party’s table. The elephant looked around briefly. “Where’s Sir Keenan?” For a priest, he didn’t wear much, just some robe-ish sleeves, a waistcloth that reached just above his knees, with the front fully exposed. A golden bracelet near the head of his trunk, while a couple of rings wrapped around his tusks. A golden ‘crown’ sitting on his head.

“You just missed him. He went out to do something. For how long? I don’t know.” Ornimorn replied with a small chuckle. Just then, Keenan came back, with a wide smile on his face… and a pretty rounded belly. “Speak of the devil.”

Keenan gave the other party a quick greeting, gently pulling the elephant priest down to plant a small kiss on his cheek, before making his way back to his seat. Just as he was about to sit down, Vazzuk reached out and gave his rear a firm smack, causing his body jolted as a small grunt escaped his mouth… then a shiver ran through his body as his smile took a brief, but goofy turn.

“Can’t you guys do this… stuff, somewhere else?” The human paladin of the other party suddenly spoke, disgust pretty evident in his voice. “It’s already difficult enough with everyone dressed like battle-whores.”

Vazzuk growled deeply in his throat. “Oh, my apologies your holiness. But let me check how many fucks I have to give. Oops, I have none!” The bugbear growled out the last words, shooting the paladin quite the stink eye.

“Now now lads, let’s be civil here.” The dwarf, Thulgrum, put his arms between them, hoping to stop things before they escalate.

Both sat leaned back in their seats, still shooting daggers at one another. Sensing the still rising tension, Orimorn chimed in. “So, here’s to another successful dungeon run!” Everyone raised their glasses in cheer. The paladin didn’t. “Since this was a two-party effort. We split the money between both parties, then they can discuss how to divvy up their share between themselves.”

The paladin then chimed in. “We’ll get sixty-percent, right?”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me!?” Vazzuk blurted out at the ridiculous claim, after doing a spit-take of his third mug.

“Yeah, we did the bulk of the work, while you guys were running around like headless chickens.”

“WE were the ones who took down the lich!”

“After our priest weakened it. So, you’re welcome!”

“Enough, the both of ye!” Thulgrum finally pitched in, silencing both paladin and barbarian. He turned his eyes to his parties human. “Gavin, be reasonable friend. Everyone did their fair share of work in there, no one dragged their feet behind.”

“Whatever…”

After that was done, everyone was pretty eager to divvy up the reward. Xavier gave Thulgrum and his party their share and took theirs, both parties sharing one last cheer of success before going their separate ways. Vazzuk instantly took his share of the money and walked away without another word, he was in a more foul mood than usual. No wonder after that very brief ‘debate’.

“Welp. I, for one, I’m tired.” Xavier stated as he stretched both arms high up. “Who wants to head home?” Hearing a confirmation from the others who stayed, he chanted a brief spell, causing a pentagram to appear under their feet, teleporting them back home.

Just as they flashed out of sight, the wolf from earlier appeared from behind the building, no pants on him, his snout and front splattered in cum, as he leaned on the wall for support, his legs can’t be trusted at the moment.

But, he did have quite the smile on his face, so that’s a good thing, at least.

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They arrived home in a second, standing in the center of a mystic circle made of stones and pillars. Their home was a mansion, two stories height and a short tower standing beside it, sitting on a large piece of land and surrounding by beautiful plains of grass and a lush forest further in the distance.

Once they arrived, everyone went to do their thing. Xavier went to the library in their home, followed closely by Keenan. Xowan made a beeline to his laboratory, having obtained some new slime cores from those crypts. Ornimorn climbed up the tower, the room at the top being his, and got to reading through some books of his own. Finally, Traen made his way to a small clearing with a small hut sitting on one side, a few, small farming fields sitting on either side of the front of the hut, growing some vegetables and flowers.

The library was pretty spacious and pretty large, take a chunk of the house and both floors for itself. Walls of books of various types, from novels, to history, to encyclopedias. There was some furniture there as well, four wide sofas sitting in a square around a round, glass table, each sofa having its own stand sitting beside it, Keenan was occupying one of the sofas, belly deflated and back to normal at the time, a boombox sitting on one of the stands playing some soft, melodic tunes.

Oh, and the monk was naked. Not a stitch of clothing on him, unless you count the neck beads.

He lifted his head to look towards Xavier, who was looking through some books on the ‘second floor’ of the library. “You’ve been pretty adamant with these books ever since we came back…” He adjusted his position until he was sitting up. “What’s bothering you?”

“That lich that we faced…” Xavier replied before letting out a frustrated huff as he put a book back in its place, only to grab another. “Liches, basically, are casters of sorts, wizards, mages, sorcerers, so on and so forth, who died with corrupted hearts… or became liches out of their own free will…” Another book replaced. “Priests and other men of worship are not immune to this transformation…”

“So, the town wasn’t filled with as good-hearted people as we thought.” Keenan stood up and began making his way over to Xavier.

“Trust me, I’m a warlock, we know when someone’s corrupted to the core, which is a prime subject of becoming a lich. None of the people, let alone the priests there, were that bad. Some had their… dirty secret or two, but nothing that warrants transforming into a lich.”

Keenan walked close and leaned on the rails. “So… what, someone turned them into a lich? Doesn’t that require like… super OP leveled necromancer?”

“Yes, and that exactly why I’m worried…” And it showed. Rarely does anything get under Xavier’s skin, let alone worry him like this. For being a warlock, a caster who, supposedly, relishes in practicing the dark arts, necromancy was the one subject that he would never touch.

Keenan, sensing the rising tension inside their warlock, walked up to him and took him in a gentle embrace. “Well worrying over it now won’t help. We all need a good rest after that dungeon.”

The moment their bodies touched, Xavier practically melted in Keenan’s hug, letting out a deep sigh. “You’re right… you’re right…” He used his magic to put all the books he read back into their proper place. “And a hot bath. Smelling like the undead isn’t really appealing.”

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A few minutes later, everyone was soaking their tired and grimy bodies in their large pool. It was an outdoor pool with windowed walls that can be lowered or raised at command, since the weather was great today, they were down, marble columns being the only thing separating the pool from the outside at this point.

“Man, this is the best part of any day for me~” Orimorn said as he stretched briefly before getting underwater for a few seconds… then rising again and smoothing his hair back.

“I’d say it’s the perfect time to try my new Slime invention!” Xowan suddenly stated before hopping out of the pool and going into the lockers… a few seconds later, he came back with the large, golden egg he carries with him, giving the very top a few twists… the moment he did that, the egg began floating and split into four circles, each slowly spinning in a different direction. He held a grayish-green, slime’s core in his hand, “Here goes.” He placed the core inside, causing the circles to spin faster and infusing it with energy.

About a minute later, the slime’s body began to form before it jumped out and ladder with a very wet ‘splat’. “Ta-da!” He exclaimed in an enthusiastic gesture at the new slime, which was similarly colored as the core. “A soap-gel slime! Perfect for cleaning those nooks, crannies, and hard to reach places!”

“That sounds pretty neat.” Xavier stated as he, and the other three, regarded the newly made slime with interest.

“I’ll let the results speak for themselves~” Xowan stated as he gave a telepathic command to his slime to proceed. The creature slipped into the pool and swam over to the nearest person, which was Orimorn.

The half-elf let the slime roam over his body, cleaning his skin while eating any harmful bacteria clinging to it. “Oh, wow. This feels pretty nice~” He hummed softly as the slime made short work of his upper body before slipping underwater to work on his lower parts. His body jolted a bit when he felt the slime working on his crotch. “Whoooaaa fuck, this feels reeaalllyyy goooood~” But he jumped slightly as the slime went even lower. “WHOA!! What the- OOGGFF!!” He let out a deep, breathy grunt, as the slime just shoved itself right into his ass, slithering deep inside as his belly bulged and rounded out, wiggling and jiggling around as the slime moved about in there.

“Yeah, I made sure that it’s thorough~” Xowan stated.

The moment he finished saying that, Orimorn’s belly deflated as the slime slipped out, and swam right over to Keenan, giving him the same treatment as he hummed out his appreciation. Once his body was cleaned up, the slime slipped in to clean his insides out, the same belly bulging and wobbling occurred, only the sounds the monk was making were pretty happy and consent sounds, clearly enjoying himself while the slime did its thing.

Once he was clean, it was Traen’s turn, the satyr was already scooting forward, legs spread wide apart, letting the slime have free reign of his body, inside and out. The slime seemed to hit a few, good buttons inside, as his cock was hard in seconds and standing tall at its full 12 long and 6 wide, a short time later, he was blasting his load like a fountain, letting it rain down on everyone around him. Except for Xavier who created a small, magic ‘umbrella’ above his head.

Xavier’s turn finally came, his reaction was similar to Keenan’s, hums of content, with a few purrs here and there, but when it came to cleaning out his insides, he grabbed the slime by the core and lifted it above the water, glaring down at the creature. “Don’t even think about it!” He growled out his words as dark energy sparked out of one eye.

“Oh, come on, boss! Everyone had a turn!” Xowan stated, trying to egg him on.

But… the warlock was not having it, as he released a brief burst of dark energy into the slime’s core, destabilizing it and causing the body to melt out of shape and away into the water, leaving nothing but the core in Xavier’s hand. “I know how to clean myself out, thank you very much.” He retorted, sarcastically, as he tossed the core back to the halfling.

Xowan caught the core with a little huff, then shrugged his shoulders. “Well, it’s not for everyone, that’s for sure.” He stated as he bent down slightly, moved the core back… and proceeded to push it into his ass, managing to get it inside after a few pushes. “Mmff… yo, boss… Little help here?” He didn’t need to say anything else, with a snap of Xavier’s finger, a tendril of dark energy sprang from Xowan’s shadow, slipping into his pucker and pushing the core even deeper inside, the halfling giving his hole a tight clench to indicate when the core was deep enough. Once that was dealt with, he slipped into the pool with the others, giving his body a brief stretch as he relaxed.

Everyone, at this point, was pretty clean, so they just enjoyed the hot water as they spoke about some random things here and there, except for Xavier, who seemed to be looking into the distance, deep in thought. His body jolted a bit but instantly relaxed, as he felt Keenan’s lips on his neck. “Still thinking about that dungeon?”

“Yeah… sorry, somethings just don’t add up.” He let out a small hum as the monk resumed kissing at his neck and cheek, one hand taking hold of the warlock’s shaft underwater and stroking it, slowly and gently.

“Hmm… then don’t think about it. All will be clear after a good sleep. I’m pretty sure I speak for everyone here when I say that we all could use one.” He released the shaft, moving down to the balls and giving them a few soft rolls.

Xavier just leaned back and enjoyed the attention, closing his eyes and relaxing as he let the monk have his fun. Hearing some splashing near them, he opened one eye to find Orimorn and Traen standing on either side of Xowan, who was busy slurping on their dicks like a pair of popsicles.

“How about we take this to our bedrooms, yeah?” Xavier didn’t get an answer, not a verbal one anyways, as everyone got out of the pool, wiped themselves real quick with towels, plenty of naked shenanigans occurring during that time, before Xavier and Keenan went to the warlock’s room, while Xowan, Orimorn, and Traen went to the halfling’s.

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Back in his room, Xavier already had Keenan laying on the bed, his face buried in the monk’s crack, lapping at his hole, much to Keenan’s delight. “That feels so good, master.” The moment he said that word, he got a pretty firm smack on his ass cheek.

“I told you not to call me that.” Xavier was done with his ‘snack’, climbed up further on the bed, and loomed over the monk, placing the tip of his hard shaft right at Keenan’s inviting pucker, planting a small kiss on the back of his head.

“You’ve always been my master and always will be.” Keenan stated with some love and admiration in his voice, his body tensing for a few seconds as he felt the warlock pushing inside.

It was true, to an extent. Keenan was a slave in the past, who’s fate led him to the coven that Xavier was a member of. Their relationship started as slave and master, evolving into a form of friendship, then finally a level of intimacy was reached. For Keenan, Xavier is his one and only master, and he, his most loyal slave, collar or not.

Near the end of their little romp in the bed, Xavier had the monk flip onto his back, their eyes gazing into one another as sweat dripped from both of them, huffing and puffing as both neared their climax… just then, the warlock slammed right in, balls deep, letting out an almost feral growl as he unloaded deep and hard into Keenan, filling him up quite nicely and giving him quite the jizz bulge in his belly. For a human, the warlock was, clearly, quite the shooter. Keenan wasn’t someone to scoff at, either, his own load shooting between them and coating both of their bodies in a thick, healthy layer of jizz, most of it landing on his face and chest, while a couple of shots managed to hit Xavier right on the chin.

After a quick clean up, Keenan’s ass still leaking a bit though, they both laid on the bed and relaxed, the monk propping his head up with one hand, while the other gently rubbed and caressed Xavier’s chest, abs, and crotch on occasion. “I still feel lucky when I was brought into your coven as a slave.” Despite the context, Keenan was genuinely remembering his slave days with fondness, joy, and a hint of pride, well, his time at Xavier’s coven, at least, the days before that were… unpleasant, for the lack of a better word.

“Yeah, I didn’t know we had slaves brought in since I was on an expedition with a few other warlocks and witches.” Their expedition was the far north, the frozen lands of Snjorheim. Not the most pleasant of places, if you’re not used to such harsh, bone-biting cold. But, most towns there were pretty hospitable and merry places, despite the rumors of the people there being nothing but savage neanderthals.

“I can still remember the stuff they had me do.” Keenan stated with a chuckle. “I had to take care of the familiars and bigger creatures owned by the coven, the latter though, needed a bit of an… extra special treatment, to keep them sated.”

“Oh yeah, I kept hearing the wild stories about this one slave who did his… ‘chores’ happily and with no complaint.” Xavier let out a chuckle of his own before continuing. “Also heard that he was pretty skilled~”

“Even so, imagine my surprise when the brightest and most genius of warlocks in the coven, whose power rivaled even that of the Sisters, decided to take me under his wing, as his own slave.”

“Boy, many of the other warlocks and witches were not happy about that. I mean taking the most talented and obedient slave in the stockades all to myself. That was quite selfish of me~”

“But, that’s what brought us together and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way~” Keenan stated with his voice filled with love for his master, gently nuzzling his chest for a bit, giving one pec and his fuzzy pit a small kiss each, before continuing to kiss his way down to Xavier’s cock, giving the length of it a few kisses before taking it into his mouth, softly and slowly nursing on it, while occasionally slipping the entire thing into his throat for a few seconds before pulling back and repeating.

Xavier just let him have his fun as the warlock laid back, hands behind his head, and relaxed while he was getting such luxurious treatment from his ‘slave’.

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The next day found Xavier back in his library, wearing a plain t-shirt and some sweatpants, his voodoo skull necklace still around his neck. True to Keenan’s words, his mind was clearer after a hot dip in the pool and good night’s sleep yesterday, so he was more focused.

The wide doors of the library opened with Xowan walking in, a tray of some finger foods and tea in his hands. He was wearing a plain, black tank top, and nothing but a black and red-striped jockstrap below. “Yo, boss. Leave the books for a minute and have a snack. Been trying out a new recipe here and everyone loved it, so far…” He thought for a second. “Except for Vazzuk. Don’t know why…”

“Maybe because one of your new slimes was a bit… too autonomous?”

“Oh... oh yeah. Iiiii… kinda forgot to put the Soap-Gel Slime back in the egg…” The halfling stated as he scratched the back of his head, bashfully.

“He was not happy about that, let me tell you. Poor Keenan had to help him... rejuvenate his masculinity.” Xavier stated as he let out a small snort of a laugh, hiding his face in the book he was holding until he composed himself.

“Well, I’m sure he managed to restore some of it.” Xowan let a small chuckle of his own as he placed the tray on the table. “But enough of that, you should eat and tell me what you think!”

Xavier nodded before putting the book in his hand back in place, right before flashing from his place and onto the couch in less than a second, a few books flashing beside him in a neat, balanced stack. He took one of the sausage-rolls and popped it into his mouth, he chewed on it for a few seconds… then his eyes lit up. “Hey… these are pretty good~!”

“Thanks! Tried my hand at a new, home-made sauce.” Xowan had a wide, prideful smile on his face, clearly happy with his success.

“You should make some of these for lengthy dungeon or raid runs for our party. Maybe share with others.” Xavier stated as he popped another into his mouth.

“Hmm… I just might!” The halfling seemed really into the suggestion, mind already thinking of how many batches he’ll need as he left the library.

Xavier let out a small giggle at that before pouring himself a cup of tea, using his magic to add sugar and stir it while he grabbed a book from the stack, going back to his research.

Keenan walked in, naked once again, his belly bloated and rounded out. “Hello, master. Got anything from your research?” He asked in a pretty casual tone, despite his… physical state.

“Nothing, so far. Unfortunately…” The book flashed from his hand and back into place, before he picked up another book.

“You know: Orimorn and I have been thinking of hitting the town. Some new shops opened recently and all.”

Xavier stopped reading and thought about it for a few seconds. “Hmm… guess I should tag along. Need some stuff of my own and I haven’t spent my share of the reward money, yet.”

Keenan gave him a nod and a double thumbs-up before leaving to get changed.

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The city of Rune was one of the biggest cities in Erozia, a place of mixed cultures and freedom to be yourself. Despite the world they live in, there are a few cities, towns, villages, etc, who are a bit more… strict with their rules.

Large buildings left and right, billboards everywhere, and shops of various sizes and merchandise. However, what Xavier and the others were looking for, was the Adventurer’s Hall.

The name would give the impression of a guild or government building of sorts. The latter would be half right. The bottom floor is mostly administration for adventurers, new and old, the rest of the place was filled with shops of all kinds that exclusively cater to the needs and desires of adventurers.

So basically, they are currently in a mall.

Xavier wore a black t-shirt with some rock band’s logo on the chest area with dark-colored jeans. Keenan had a pink, wide-armed tank top that didn’t cover much, leaving most of his pecs and abs on display, and some bright-colored gym shorts. Orimorn also wore a wide-armed tank top but wore some dark grey sweatpants. Both Orimorn and Keenan were, quite clearly, going commando under their pants.

Their first stop was The Wand, a shop that exclusively to sells equipment for casters, as well as some enchanted accessories or trinkets. Orimorn always wanted a new staff. The owner of the shop was a tall, fit-looking black cat, his eyes were odd-colored, one being emerald green, the other cyan blue. “Ori! How is it going, dude~!”

“Heya, Jo! The last few days have been pretty hectic. Had to go into an undead dungeon yesterday.” The half-elf walked up to the cat, placing a small peck on his lips. Seems like everyone in Xavier’s party was the affectionate type… except for Vazzuk, perhaps.

While those two were chatting it up, Xavier and Keenan were looking around, the monk teasing the warlock with some subtle rubs and gropes here and there. They didn’t have to be discrete about this, but it still had a nice, naughty feeling to do something out of public eyesight. Xavier joined in the shenanigans by slipping his hand into the back of Keenan’s shorts and fingering the monk right there in the store, both were sporting quite the tents in their pants at this point.

But they had to stop to focus on what they were really there for. Xavier grabbed a grimoire with some void spells, an arcane element that comes from a different dimension, although he doubts this is genuine. Keenan however couldn’t find anything that caught his eye, so he stopped looking, for now. They turned to the shopkeeper to ring up Xavier’s grimoire, only to find that he and Orimonr have disappeared.

But one quick look in the back revealed them together, the shopkeeper with his pants down to his ankles, while the half-elf was on his knees, slurping on his dick quite loudly and sloppily. “I’m just gonna leave this grimoire here on the desk. Just ring it up when you’re done.” Xavier got a couple of thumbs up from both as he put the book down and he and Keenan left the shop.

They made their way to the blacksmith on the ground floor, Xavier ordered a new sword for Vazzuk and wanted to check on it. The blacksmith was a tall and huge minotaur, wearing literally nothing but his apron and gloves. The sword was ready, a lengthy broadsword with a sawtoothed blade on either side. The price was pretty… high, to say the least, one of them had to sacrifice their entire share of the latest reward… BUT, the minotaur was willing to bargain for a discount. From the gleam in his eyes, both Xavier and Keenan instantly knew what’s the price for that.

So, a couple of minutes later, Xavier was inspecting the sword, happy with the quality, that blacksmith was pretty well known for his superb work. Meanwhile, Keenan was riding that huge, bovine dick hard, his belly getting bulged out with each thrust he got from the bull. “Ah… oh fuck… fuck yes…!” All of it right at the front of the store, where anyone who looks in their direction can see the monk getting his guts rearranged.

Soon, after a few more positions and some serious gut dick-punching, the blacksmith laid Keenan on the anvil, after making sure it wasn’t too hot of course, gave his belly a few more pumps before letting out a deep, moo-y roar, blasting the monk’s inside with his load and overflooding him from BOTH sides. Yeah, the force of the orgasm, plus the volume, was so intense that after only a couple of shots, that thick bull milk was gushing from the back while the rest blew right out of Keenan’s throat and mouth.

Once the bull’s orgasm was done, he picked up the monk, locked their mouths tightly together in a sloppy and hard kiss, as he hugged the human in his arms… then suddenly gave Keenan’s body a hard squeeze, causing all of the cum that hasn’t leaked out to BURST right out, splattering pretty loudly and messily all over the anvil and the floor of the shop, while some actually flew right out of Keenan’s mouth and into the minotaur’s, who gladly and gleefully swallowed everything he was given.

After a few more of those squeezes, Keenan and Xavier left, after paying the discounted fee, the monk wobbling as we walked, the entire thing has drained him of not just the backed up cum. “Let’s head to the food court. Get something in that belly that’s not jizz… for a change.” He said the last part in a teasing tone, which earned him a weak, playful punch to the arm.

They arrived at the food court, which was a bit on the far side of the mall, on the ground floor, a mess of tables and chairs with access to a wide variety of fast-food restaurants. They already ordered when Orimorn finally rejoined them, carrying multiple bags in one hand and a single bag in the other. “Hey, guys!” He held Xavier’s bag, which contained the book he bought. Just as Xavier reached to grab his bag, Orimorn went for a semi-deep kiss.

Xavier let the half-elf have his moment, letting their tongues dance for a few seconds before breaking it, the warlock rolled his tongue in his mouth a couple of times, smacking his lips before letting out a small hum. “Tell your friend he tastes fine, but needs to eat more fruit.”

Orimorn poked his tongue out, teasingly, at Xavier, then his eyes turned to Keenan, who was laying his face on the table. “Yikes, someone’s been through a fucking gauntlet.”

“More like his insides got feng-shui’d to hell and back~” That one got Xavier a kick to the shin, under the table. Once he composed himself from all the giggling, he gave the half-elf a summarized version of their visit to the blacksmith.

That earned him some chuckles from the wizard as well. “Well, seems like you guys were having fun.” Their food arrived and Orimorn ordered some light snacks for himself. “So, Xavier, any luck with your research?”

Xavier swallowed a big bite in his mouth before speaking. “Nothing worth mentioning. Seems like I’ll have to revisit the dungeon to get some proper answers.”

“Feared as much.” Orimorn replied with a worried tone.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on asking anyone to come along.” He said before stuffing a few fries into his mouth.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Keenan asked as he took a bite from his burger, chewing softly as he spoke through a mouthful. “It took two partiesh… to complete that plashe.” He swallowed the mouthful and followed it with a sip of his drink. “Sure you can handle it alone?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Xavier assured as he gave Keenan’s cheek a gentle caress.

They finished their meal and headed out of the food court, visiting various shops here and there, making use of the reward money they received. They even went to a sex store and bought a few toys and supplies. As they were leaving, Xavier turned to the guild reception offices, which were all located on the ground floor, near the entrance… “Hey Keenan,” He called the monk who turned and walked back him. He handed him his bags. “You guys go on ahead, there is something I want to check out.” Keenan gave him a nod and a small peck on the lips before he and Orimorn left the mall and made their way back home.

Xavier walked into one of the guild offices and went straight for the bounty board, a large screen filled with holographic bounty sheets. It’s here that various quests can be found, ranging from mere collection expeditions to monster-slaying and/or dungeon clearing quests. And that’s what he saw on the board, nothing too exciting… until his eyes fell on one quest, a town was beset upon by a pack of barghest… and this quest was posted multiple times, too… “They must be desperate…” He said to himself in a low voice, but decided against, what seemed to be, a big quest.

He didn’t find anything major to do, so he opted against searching further and left.

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The next day, Xavier was in his room, changing into his adventurer’s gear and clothes, getting ready to head out. Just as he was doing some final checks, Keenan walked in, in the nude once again, he liked being comfortable at home. “You still don’t want anyone to go with you?”

Xavier smiled as he finished checking his stuff and walked up to the monk, locking their lips in a deep and soft, he held it for a few seconds before pulling back. “I’ll be fine. We only cleared the dungeon two days ago. This isn’t some game where the dungeon monsters and traps respawn instantly.”

Keenan still had a bad feeling about this, but he wasn’t gonna try and stop the warlock, not like he can, anyways. He just pulled him into another deep kiss, this time a more passionate one. One hand holding Xavier’s head in place, while the other moved down to rub and press against the warlock’s crotch.

Xavier got into the kiss but pulled his hips back. Once he and Keenan were satisfied with the tongue wrestling they did, he broke the kiss. “I promise: I’ll come back and fuck you till you’re pregnant~” ‘Make love’, Is what he really wanted to say, but he knew how Keenan liked it.

Keenan smiled softly and planted one last kiss on Xavier’s cheek before walking with him to the front door, watching him leave on his expedition.

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Since he was traveling alone, Xavier decided to fly to the town that the dungeon was close to, his feathered mantle spreading into a pair of large, raven wings. As he flew over, he heard some commotion coming from a distance he flew in that direction and found a cart surrounded by feral gnolls, the young man and woman that it belonged to trying their best to fight them off, the young man had a semi-rusty sword and wooden shield, his movements and form were sloppy but it was clear he got some level of knight training. The young woman, meanwhile, had nothing but a pan in her hand.

“Back you mongrels! I said, stay back!” The young man yelled as he swung both his sword and shield around.

The young woman screamed as a gnoll managed to grab her by the ankle. “Ah! Let go of me, you animal!” She managed to shake her foot loose, but not before kicking the gnoll right in the face.

Suddenly, Xavier landed in front of them, making sure to make some noise as he did so. The gnolls noticed the new arrival and, seeing that he’s all alone, decided to go for him, instead. They didn’t get even close before he fixed them with a dark, murderous glare that froze all of them in place, literally shivering in fear… before they all took off running into the nearby forest.

“Phew, thank you, stranger! A few seconds more and we would’ve been chew toys.” The man expressed his gratitude as he sheathed his sword while making his way to Xavier. He extended his hand with a wide smile that felt infectious, as Xavier smiled back and gave him a firm handshake. “Name’s Gavin. Gavin Ironforge.” He released the handshake and pointed to the young woman with a thumb. “That’s my step-sister. Helena Barns.”

Now that he got a good look at them, he noticed that both were pretty good looking. The young man stood about a foot taller than him, bright orange hair that was short, messy, and very unkempt, a cute freckles running over the bridge of his nose, with a sprinkle of them over his right arm, from shoulder to elbow. When he smiled, Xavier noticed that the second premolar on the left was missing… he looked kinda cute, to be honest. He had a pretty strong bodybuild if how his shirt and pants hugged his frame tightly was any indication.

“Ironforge…?” Xavier repeated to himself as he rubbed his chin in thought. “You have dwarven heritage, correct?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” The young man was genuinely surprised.

“I have a few dwarven friends, so I know a bit about their naming sense and style.”

“That’s so cool~!” He pointed to the cart. “Want a ride? Our farm is close by.”

“If it’s not too much trouble. I was making my way to your village, actually.” He usually doesn’t take rides like this, but he felt that he can trust those two, to an extent. The moment that Gavin turned around, Xavier’s eyes became briefly glued to the second, perfect pair of bubble cheeks. Second, because Keenan will always be number one in his heart, in every aspect.

He and the young woman hopped on, while the man walked up to the front, grabbed the bar, and started pulling the cart, with very little effort at that. Xavier relaxed in the back with their supplies, but noticed the siblings whispering to each other, the young woman, Helena, calling her brother ‘a pervert’ and then giggling to herself.

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They arrived at the farm, which stood on a pretty impressive piece of land, large and spacious areas for cattle to graze and stomp around in, a tall and huge barn sitting on one side, and the house itself was nothing to scoff at. ‘They must be doing really well for themselves.’ Xavier thought to himself as he saw the nice-looking property, as well as the farmhands walking and working about.

They stopped the cart in front of the house and all of them got out, Gavin knocking on the door. “Dad, mom… Grandpa… We have a guest.” Xavier’s body stiffened, he was not told about this arrangement.

The door opened, revealing a powerfully built dwarf, with orange hair that had some streaks of gray and white in random strands. He looked at the warlock and smiled, spreading his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Welcome ta the Ironforge farm and ranch. You must’ve done something impressive to get this bloke’s attention~” He said in a teasing manner, gesturing to Gavin.

“Grandpa!” The blush on Gavin’s face was priceless.

Soon after, a tall, equally powerfully built human male walked out, as tall as Gavin, but slightly bit wider in the chest and shoulder areas, he also sported quite the magnificent mustache. ‘What’s with this family of hunks!?’ Xavier screamed in his head but managed to keep a composed expression. The human extended a hand, also smiling warmly. “Welcome friend!” Xavier took the hand into his and he felt his entire body shaking as the man shook his hand.

As they walked inside, despite Xavier trying to, politely, decline the invite, Gavin gave them a brief summarization of the events that led to them meeting Xavier. “Well, looks like we owe you a mighty heap of gratitude~” Gavin’s father, Albert, or Al to friends, stated as he gave Xavier quite the bearhug.

“Indeed. Would’ve lost cherished family members if you didn’t intervene.” This came from Regnar, the dwarf.

“Honey, who is it?” They all turned as they heard a woman’s voice, coming from the kitchen.

“We have a guest, sweetheart!” Albert called to his wife, who just then came out from the kitchen.

“Oh, how nice! What’s the occas-” He words died in her mouth as she looked at Xavier, more precisely how he was dressed. She beckoned her husband over with a forced smile. “Honey, can I talk to you for a second?”

As Albert followed her into the kitchen, the three who remained all let out a huff of frustration, Helena stating under her breath ‘Here we go, again’. Xavier didn’t really get what’s wrong, he was dressed in his usual gear and no one complained, so far. Rengar, gently pulled him down to whisper to him. “Ya better get ready, lad. Also, make sure your plate is not poisoned.” Xavier’s eyes bugged out briefly in surprise, the dwarf explained, very briefly, and very basically before he could ask. “We all know what ye are, lad. And that… woman, that my son married is quite the zealot. She and her church despise warlocks and any practitioners of mystic arts that is not accepted by their little cult.”

“Come on, Grandpa. Don’t say it like that.” Gavin joined them in the whispered conversation.

“Oi, have you forgotten how she’s been treatin’ ya lad?” He poked Gavin on the nose. “You’re not safe from her, either.” This caused Gavin’s expression to drop.

Before their conversation could continue, Albert and his wife returned. “Really sorry about that. I just thought you were someone else.” She stated with a forced chuckle.

But overall, it was decided that Xavier was going to stay with the Ironforges for dinner that night.

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Despite his… discomfort, Xavier actually enjoyed his time that night, dinner was… pleasant, for the lack of a better word, and he got to learn a few things about the family.

This farm was previously owned by Sophia’s, Albert’s wife’s, father, who hit some rough times and was forced to sell. Lo and behold, the place was bought by Rengar and Albert. The two humans’ eyes met when both fathers discussed settlements and it was love at first sight.

Their children got on quite nicely too, except for Gavin and Sophia’s eldest son, who was a high ranking paladin in their church at his current age. The reason being that Gavin was gay, out and proud, which didn’t sit well with the beliefs of Sophia’s church, strangely enough.

Xavier knows a lot about Erozia’s pantheon, none of their gods and/or goddesses condemned homosexuality, so that piece of information didn’t really sit well with him. Gavin was also a Squire, a prelude class to the Knight, but his mentor was KIA during a raid quest and they didn’t find anyone good enough to fill that role.

“Maybe you could do that?” Rengar suddenly stated after taking a big gulp of his beer.

“Excuse me?” Xavier raised a brow as he asked.

“I noticed your swords, lad. Maybe you can train ma grandson in the ways of the sword.” They heard Sophia scoff in the kitchen, but no one said anything.

“I’m afraid I cannot. My style in sword-wielding is more fit for rogues, fencers, or swashbucklers, fluidity, agility, and speed being the key components. Knights are more about being sturdy fortresses, hence their categorization as a Tank class.”

“Ay, that’s a shame. You look like ye could be a good teacher.”

“Maybe in the mystic arts, perhaps. And I can teach him to wield a sword, at least.”

“Absolutely not!” This time, they turned as Sophia stomped her way into the living room. “I will not have some… warlock casting his horrid spells in my house!”

Xavier was really tempted to smack that woman, but he refrained. “And who the fuck said it was yer house, lass?” Rengar however, wasn’t as polite, he’s already loving this dwarf. “If ye can’t remember, we bought this house and this farm from yer dad. My name is on the deed.” That seemed to shut her up, as she stomped right back into the kitchen with a huff, followed closely by Albert. “Real sorry ye had to be exposed to her, like that.” He turned back to Xavier with an apologetic look. “She wasn’t like that when she was younger. Those… cultists of her mother’s church brainwashed her.”

“I also find their customs to be strange. None of our panthea condemns homosexuality. In fact, thanks to Esreus, the male twin god of reproduction, some men have been given the gift of childbearing.”

“And what did their ‘god’ do? Fucking nothing.” Rengar downed the rest of his beer before getting up, letting out a small burp into his fist. “Ya should stay the night, Xavier. Lots of weird stuff happen at night.” He then turned and left, giving his body a brief stretch.

Xavier felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, turning to Gavin who had a smile on his face. “Come on, I’ll show you the guest room.” They both stood up and headed upstairs.

The guestroom was pretty decent, big enough for one person, but not too spacious. A single bed with a nightstand sitting beside it, a wardrobe standing on the other side, plus a desk that sat just below the window. “It’s not much, but it’s comfortable.” Gavin stated as he scratched the back of his head.

“It’s fine. Your hospitality is enough for me.” He assured as he began taking off his gear, so casually, and in front of Gavin. He knew the young man’s eyes were scanning him over, taking in every muscle, every hill and valley, and most importantly, the various, small scars that littered his back. “Something catch your eye?”

Gavin’s body stiffened briefly. “Oh, s-sorry… it’s just…” he took a deep breath and let it out through his nose. “Pardon my honesty, but you look hot as fuck.”

“Thank you~!” Xavier wasn’t a stranger to this kind of exchange. “You’re not bad looking, yourself.” He turned around, still having his pants on. “Close the door and take off your shirt.”

Gavin’s face beamed as he did as instructed, closing the door and locking it before taking off his shirt. Xavier was right, this young man was quite the stud, impressive chest, tight abs, and thick arms, this man’s body, and possibly his physical strength could easily rival Vazzuk’s. The squire blushed as he saw how the warlock was looking at him, raising his arms and flexing them, exposing his slightly bushy pits, wearing a bashful smile on his face. “Is this good?”

Xavier licked his lips as he walked up to the man, resting a hand on one pec and rubbing at it gently, he also noticed how Gavin was already all horned up, with his cock pressing tightly against his pants, creating an impressive tent, his dick threatening to tear through the fabric.

Gavin couldn’t wait any longer, he hugged Xavier tightly and pulled him into a deep, loud, and sloppy kiss, their tongues wrestling for dominance, with Xavier’s winning this battle. His hand moved down to grope at Gavin’s plump ass, through his pants, kneading both ass cheeks like playdough. But, just as his hand slipped into those pants, Gavin seemed to ‘wake up’, gently pushing Xavier away. “Oh man, s-sorry about that. But I, um… gotta do some last-minute check-ups in the barn.” He quickly put his shirt back on, while unlocking the door. “Good night and thanks again for the save this morning!” Then left with the door, slamming behind him.

“Well… that was a disappointment…” Xavier stated, his own dick pressed against his pants, creating quite the lump that snaked down one leg. He didn’t mind it though, not the first time he had to sleep with blue-balls.

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That night, Xavier woke up as he sensed some movement with his magic. He got out of bed and made his way to the window, opening it slightly and peeking through. He noticed Gavin sneaking about, looking around before walking away from the house. “This is interesting…”

He went over to his bag and pulled out quite the morbid item, a cyclops’ eye. He held it in his hand and aimed the palm of the other at it, chanting a spell, soon, the eye was concealed by a shadowy mass, growing a pair of wings and bat-like legs, a couple of tiny horns and an imp-like tail, right before the huge ‘eyelid’ opened, the eye inside now wet, healthy, and having a nice sheen to it. “Be a dear and see what he’s up to.” The familiar jumped out of Xavier’s hand, flapping its wings, and flew right out of the open window, going in the same direction that Gavin headed.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding…” Usually, he wouldn’t poke his nose into other people’s private business, but these days he felt a bit on edge. Besides, it’s only a precaution.

The familiar flew silently in the night, its wings not making a single sound, no matter how hard it flapped. Soon enough, it arrived at a small clearing, logs and rocks lined and adjusted around the place to look like a camp of sorts, no campfire though. Gavin was sitting on one of the logs, his shirt discarded beside him and his hands crossed together, twiddling his thumbs together.

A couple of minutes later, four large figures appeared out of the forest, beastmen, lupines to be exact. Unlike were-creatures, beastmen had the heads, hands, and legs of beasts, but their torsos and rest of their bodies were pretty much human.

They approached Gavin’s camp and started talking to the human, one of them, a large, black wolf with a dark skin tone was sitting a bit too close, one arm draped over the human’s shoulder in, what seemed to be, an affectionate matter. Xavier couldn’t make out what they were saying, throughout the entire exchange.

“Oh… what’s this now…?” He stated with a bit of amusement in his voice. “Well, this is interesting~” He continued watching them throughout their interaction, once they were done, he finally went to bed.

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The next day. Xavier was given some supplies by the Ironforges before heading out, briefly remembering his and Gavin’s brief talk.

“Please take me with you!” Xavier was standing with Gavin, who was fully decked out in his own gear, shield and sword included.

“Adventuring is not a game, Gavin. You need to accept the fact that you might die, if not by monsters or traps in some dungeon, then by some bandits for your hard-earned cash.” Xavier’s voice was flat, but stern in tone.

Gavin didn’t seem to back down, though, his eyes had a fire in them that wasn’t going to be extinguished easily. “I know. I also know that I might have to take someone’s life to keep my own. I’m ready!”

“You sure?” Despite the question being a simple ‘Yes or No’ one, Gavin suddenly had a hard time answering. Xavier sigh and pulled out a small notebook… wrote a few things into it… then tore the page, handing it to the squire. “Here. When you feel, and are sure, that you are ready, come to this address. Then we’ll see about getting you a real Knight to train you.” Then finally left the farm.

After a few hours walk, he finally arrived at the town, it was a decent looking place, modest-looking buildings, and shops, except for a church that stood right in the center of the town. He never really paid attention to it, but after seeing Gavin’s mother, he was somewhat intrigued. “Church of the Awakened…” Xavier read the name that was engraved into the marble above the entrance. “Strange name…”

He made his way to the closest tavern, ordering some food to go. “By the way: Have there been strange activity lately?”

“Not ever since the crypts were cleared from the undead and the lich. But…” The owner looked around before beckoning Xavier closer, whispering to him. “There has been talk of more undead possibly leaving the crypts and the cemetery.” He nodded to a human who was sitting on a table near the corner, his expression is one of true sorrow, his eyes empty and lifeless, skin pale as a ghost. “That money has been raving for a few days about seeing his dead fiance in the cemetery, walking among the graves. A woman who used to work here went mad and took her own life because her son was begging her to join him on the other side.”

“Then why all the hush-hush and secrecy?”

The tavern owner nodded towards another table, somewhere in the center, occupied by a few men in blindingly white armor, paladins from the looks of it. Unlike most of those around him, their armor covered pretty much every inch of their bodies, except their heads, but once the helmets get on, those will be covered too. “The zealous bastards of the Awoken Church. They’ve been pressuring the townsfolk into keeping everything under wrap, a few of them even threatened some people with violence.”

“And let me guess, when they were challenged, they delivered.”

“Brutally, I might add.” The man shook his head. “Poor fellow is still recovering at the doctor’s house.”

Xavier got his food and bid the owner farewell. He looked around and noticed a couple of the town’s guards walking around and made his way over to them. “Excuse me.” He got their attention as they stopped. Just like the paladins in the tavern, their armor covered their entire bodies, again, strange considering the free and open-minded unified culture of Erozia, even when it comes to clothing. “I’d like to gain access to the crypts.”

The guards looked at one another before one of them replied. “I’m sorry, but the crypts are off-limits to the public.”

“Right, right, but you see, I’m one of the adventurers who cleared the crypts a few days ago when they turned into a dungeon.”

The other guard snapped his fingers, or whatever sound came from his gauntlets when he did. “Oh yeah, I remember you now. You came here with a few others. A bugbear and satyr were with you, right?” He got a nod from the warlock. “Well, I have to thank you for dealing with that, but I’m afraid the church has the keys to the crypts and the cemetery.”

Xavier let out a huff. “Of course they do.” He bid the guards a farewell and good luck on their job before making his way to the church. Suffice to say, they were not happy that a warlock was defiling their house of worship with his presence, let alone the fact that he wanted to disturb the dead.

Xavier walked out of the town with an angry huff, taking one look back before chanting his return spell and teleporting back home. Needless to say, that expedition was a total bust before it even began.

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He arrived home and stepped into the house, letting out a disappointed huff. “That was fast.” Of course, Keenan was there to welcome him back home.

“Hey, buddy~” He stepped closer to the monk, pulling him into a soft embrace, with Keenan placing a small peck on his neck. “Didn’t get much done, unfortunately.”

“That’s fine. I knew it wouldn’t be as easy as the first time.” He held Xavier’s hand in his hand and gently pulled him along. “Anything interesting happen?”

As they arrived at their room, Xavier gave him a summarization of his time with the Ironforge family, as well as his interest in turning their son into an adventurer. “So you did like this young man~” Keenan teased as he poked at Xavier’s cheek.

“Well… there’s another thing…” Keenan raised a brow in question, but instead of verbally answering, Xavier’s eyes before glowing faintly, preparing to use his magic, then pressed their foreheads together, sharing his memories with the monk.

He skipped all the way to last night, where he was snooping on Gavin, to when things became interesting. His sight was connected to the familiar’s, so he was able to see everything, from how the beastmen and human were being friendly with one another… which quickly escalated to wild, messy, and somewhat loud sex.

Gavin was screaming, yelping, and whining in pleasure as he was used as a breeding bitch by the beastmen, who weren’t holding back, biting and clawing at his body in the throes of passion. Injuries that completely healed after mere seconds. Gavin was jerked, fucked, and filled over the course of what seemed like hours, his belly looked like he was carrying a litter of pups insides, leaking from both ends, while his body was glazed with their thick and heavily smelling cum.

After a brief rest, the black wolf carried the human as they made their way to a nearby river, it wasn’t the best of cleanups, but its what they had on hand. Gavin couldn’t go back home smelling like beastman, so this is all they could do until he can get back home and get a proper shower.

Xavier ended the memory at that point, watching Keenan’s somewhat shocked, but lust addled expression. “Wow…”

“Knew you’d like it. You were doing something similar back at the coven, after all.” He suddenly felt a pair of lips mashed against his own, Keenan firmly pushing him back onto the bed. Seems like that brief show really got to the monk as he reached down with one hand and practically tore Xavier’s pants open and down his legs.

Keenan’s body began releasing some heat, good thing he was pretty much naked all the time at home, instantly going down on the warlock, swallowing his big dick to the base in one go, electing a pretty loud, growly moan out of Xavier. “Fuck! Someone’s excited!” He grabbed Keenan’s head tightly in one hand and began face fucking him hard, just how he liked it, his neck slightly bulging out with each pump of that thick meat club of a cock.

He didn’t want that load in his mouth though, not this time anyway, once he made sure that he spit-lubed Xavier’s cock, he practically hopped up and squatted down on it, once he felt the head press against his pucker, he slammed himself down hard on it and onto Xavier’s lap, electing a pretty loud “FUCK!!” from the warlock. He instantly began riding that dick, one hand behind him for balance, the other gently laying on his belly, watching and feeling his that fat slab of manmeat bulged him out from the inside every time he bottomed out.

Keenan’s face was the perfect example of lust and pleasure at that time, he was the team’s slut, getting fucked by the others, and strangers, regularly, but none of them matched up to his master’s, not even Vazzuk, who was bigger in that department. He didn’t last long this time, a few more pumps, and his dick began spewing everywhere, his load landing on the bed, on himself, and on Xavier, who gladly lapped it up.

Now, it was the warlock’s turn, quickly maneuvering them around so that he was on top of Keenan in a missionary position. “Had your fun? Now it’s my turn~” Now that he was in control, he really let the monk have it, pounding into him mercilessly, electing countless and various noises and sounds of absolute lust and pleasure from the other human. But he didn’t last long, either, slamming hard into Keenan while letting out an, almost, feral growl, he blasted his insides with his load, filling him up and bloating out his belly even further, grinding hard into him to make sure that he dumped every drop he had inside of Keenan.

Once his orgasm died down, he laid down beside Keenan, his softening cock slurping out and letting some of his load gush out messily on the bed. “Fuck… that got you going, huh?” He asked the monk teasingly as he softly panted for breath.

Keenan didn’t answer, only let out a small, tired chuckle. Once he caught most of his breath, he turned to his side, snuggling up to Xavier and laying his head on the warlock’s chest.

Once he was sure that he was sound asleep, Xavier managed to sneak out of the room, making his way to the bathroom and grabbing a quick shower, put on some clean clothes, and finally left the room as quietly as possible. He was walking around aimlessly until he heard a loud *BOOOM* coming from the training area outside. “Oi… what is that halfling up to now…?”

He teleported outside and found Xowan with his artifact, a small stack of slime cores sitting beside his feet. “Whacha doing, Xowan?”

“Hey, boss! Just training a bit.” He grabbed a core and tossed it up in his hand a couple of times, before infusing it with some of his mana… and tossing it into the distance… *BOOOM* another loud explosion the moment the core made contact with the ground. “Trying to find a way to make these Core Bombs effective without having to use so much mana.”

“I’ll leave you to that, then. Good luck.” Xavier teleported again, this time into the library, grabbing a few books, he teleported again into the basement, resorting to his last option in this investigation. He took some time to draw a magic circle, place a few items around the center, holding the cyclops’ eye it in his hands. He sat cross-legged in the center of the circle and began chanting a spell, this one was a bit longer than most of his spells which were usually a word or three, once the spell was complete, his eyes turned white and began glowing, along with the cyclops’ eye.

His ethereal self traveled in time, all the way to the town that was run by the Awoken Church… hopefully to a time before the whole lich issue. His vision traveled inside of the crypts, finding some priests and an old man, who looked like the bishop, all of them surrounded the body of a dead priest.

No words could be heard, but he could see their lips move, and the body language of some priests said that they didn’t want to be there, but the bishop either calmed them down or scolded them into silence, then a figure walked into his sight, wearing all black, the style of clothing suggested Rogue or Assassin, one of the Rogue’s advanced classes. What intrigued him, however, were those pointy ears, his mind instantly went elf, plus the pale, grayish skin he could see suggested dark or moon elf.

He decided to get a closer look… but the moment he tried, his vision was consumed by darkness, right before a large demonic eye appeared, followed by a monstrous growl. He instantly aborted the vision, returning back to reality with a jolt and a gasp of breath, he panted a few times and swallowed his spit, his throat felt a bit dry at that moment, “Well… that was unexpected…” He then felt something wet and slimy slip onto his hand… the cyclops’ eye was damaged beyond repair, rendering it useless. “Great… guess I need to get a new one now…” He tossed the eye away with an irritated huff. “Joy…”

But at least now, he got a proper lead or at least the hint of one.