“Yes! I also said no damn fireballs in this room, Shay!" Jadrik yelled, pushing the succubus to the side now that the risk of death seemed less imminent.

“And I mean it in general, but especially if the fireball is aimed at me

To stress his point the warlock slammed his fists on the desk, angered in turn by the fact that his ex girlfriend had endangered his precious library, not to mention his slightly less precious life. The only positive aspect of it all, Jadrik had to admit, was the realization that Shayla was obviously jealous and therefore, he assumed, still smitten with him. He had to put that thought aside though, as his need to protect his books forced him to reprimand the wizardess for her carelessness some more.

“Seriously, just calm down and go take a look at those books before you even dream of doing anything fire-related! I have a strict no open flames policy these days, you know. Why do you think I'm using these ridiculous floating light globes instead of normal candles in here!?"

Ignoring his words, silently happy that she had managed to upset him, Shayla walked briskly across the room to stand before Jadrik's most cherished possession in the world: his books.

The wizardess's inquisitive gaze ran swiftly along the spines of the tomes, shifting from shelf to shelf as she avidly scanned the titles. She owned many of those books herself, having read them while she and Jadrik attended the Lyceum Omnium Arcanorum together, before they graduated and started adventuring. She recognized some of the rarer volumes as the prizes that she and the warlock had gained in monster-infested dungeons and stolen from dragon hoards. A few of the rarest and most forbidden books on display were new to Shayla though, obviously recent additions to Jadrik's already impressive collection. The mere sight of some of those musty awe-inspiring grimoires made the wizardess's heart beat faster with excitement and sent her mind spinning.

“Whoa! You really have found an original Compendium Entropicum! I can't believe it, Jad, not even the Imperial University has one! And are those. Holy Gods of Light! The Complete Journals of High Seer Ulmynstier and the final unpublished volume of Magistrix Jaema's Tractatus Demonico- Arcanologicus! And where in the Thousand Hells did you find Raystleen's Grimoires?! Jad, this is insane! How is it even possible that I'm holding an actual copy of Kykax's Summa Dracologica right now? This book isn't even supposed to exist, it's a mytl

“Clearly not, Shay," Jadrik gloated armchair, “clearly not..." as he slumped back in his comfy

As Shayla kept perusing the contents and jumping in pure joy, making her process, Jadrik watched her with a maniacally covetous when it came to unusually happy to share his stashed of his library, beaming and gasping huge tits jiggle enticingly in the smile on his face. He was always his books, but right then he felt rarities with his ex girlfriend. If there was someone in the world who could and did understand his thirst for magical knowledge, it was Shayla, it had always been her.

‘Too bad she chose to be boring instead of being with me...‘ Jadrik sighed as he brushed his mop of messy brown hair away from his forehead, all the while staring at Shayla's beautiful plump ass swaying mouth- wateringly and sticking out and upward while she bent over to retrieve a tome from a low shelf.

Then, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes still glued to the buxom wizardess's round juicy bubble-butt, the warlock reached his thin arm out and wrapped it around the succubus's slim waist. Pulling the demoness to sit on his lap, chuckling as she squealed with naughty joy and rocked her sweet ass on his chubby cock, Jadrik leaned in and nibbled one of the sexy fiend's dark purple nipples, murmuring to himself: “Oh, well... At least I have all the hell-bitches I can fuck, and more

High on curiosity and sheer wonderment, unable to ear anything over the sound of her own heart drumming excitedly in her ears, Shayla didn't register the giggles of the horny demoness nor Jadrik's tit-muffled groans as the warlock devoured the hell-girl's boobs and she ground her taut little ass on his recuperating erection. Engrossed as she was in the collected handwritten notebooks of the greatest masters of magic of the past, thumbing through ancient tomes of dark renown and bulky priceless folios thought to be lost forever, the wizardess didn't even remotely take notice of the change in the background mix of lascivious sounds when the she-devil straddled the warlock and impaled her ever-starved pussy on his big cock again, riding him languidly as he nibbled on her pointy tits.

Oblivious to all else, pervaded by a sense of stunning yet rejuvenating awe, Shayla kept browsing tome after tome, unable to focus on any single one of those gems of sorcerous wisdom. As she hungrily took a book after the other out of the shelves, burying her nose in them and smelling the pages, smiling radiantly as she glanced at the magical formulas crafted by the most brilliant masterminds of the arcane who ever lived, Shayla reveled in the reality of those powerful, cryptic words. It was glorious and humbling to think that, what most people considered to be just fantasy and myth, she knew to be actual fact.

Yet, as she barely dipped her toes in the unfathomable reservoirs of knowledge that Jadrik had managed to gather in that dilapidated shithole he called home, Shayla couldn't suppress a pang of bitter regret. Suddenly, she was forced to reevaluate the last three years of her life.

Since she and Jadrik had parted ways, much to her family's relief, Shayla had resumed her studies, drudging her way up the ranks of established academia at the Imperial University of Magical Doctrines. Sadly, that meant spending most of her time and energies attending spirit-shrivelling, mind-numbing lectures held by fat, complacent and patronizing archmages, her own father among them.

As a former adventurer and a young woman of impetuous temperament, Shayla often found herself shaking her head as she reluctantly absorbed the teachings of those pompous old men, secretly despising the supposed expertise of scholars who hadn't stepped out of the Capitol in decades. It was depressing to admit that the so-called elite of wizards saw magic as a bunch of potentially dangerous words that were never to be actually used, but that should instead be muted and tamed by quietly penning them down in shimmering inks on expensive scrolls of paper meant to stay sealed in carefully guarded libraries.

All of a sudden, as if she was just emerging from a prolonged torpor of the soul, Shayla was horrified to realize what a trite, sterile life she had decided to live once her adventuring days were over. Jadrik, on the other hand, had obviously spent the last three years very differently.

True to his life-long ambition of becoming the greatest warlock in history, he had kept going out into the world in search of arcane artifacts and cursed grimoires, collecting treasures to buy his beloved and impossibly rare books on the adventurers’ black market or braving unknown foes in some deadly corner of the world to retrieve those long-lost receptacles of forbidden secrets for himself. Silly as it had always seemed to her, Shayla was happy to realize that Jadrik was still following his insane yet irritatingly intriguing dreams of grandeur. An unbidden smile danced on her lips even as she shook her head in annoyance and snorted in disapproval.

‘And of course,’ the wizardess thought, rolling her eyes, ‘he must have fucked all the nasty whores and tavern wenches on the way to every single one of these books, Plus all the filthy demonesses he could summon, obviously.'

The thought of Jadrik's sexual escapades, not to mention the memory of the comprehensive catalog of debauchery that she herself had engaged in during the years she spent with him, almost broke Shayla's fascination with the precious volumes before her. Almost, but not quite, because the sight of what lay on the lowest shelf of the warlock's bookcase dragged her instantly back into the realm of delighted shock.

At first glance it was just a bunch of crumbled stones, but the wizardess knew better. As she knelt down to peer closer at the assortment of rocky fragment assembled on the bottommost shelf, Shayla saw the stony pieces glow with a faint bluish radiance that increased in intensity as she dipped her face nearer and nearer, desperate to ascertain that those broken chips and chunks were what she was almost sure they were, Their luminescence in the presence of a living creature and the intricate, ancestrally ancient glyphs incised on the fragmented rocks took the wizardess's breath away as she realized that she was in the presence of the stuff of legends.

“Jad, are those... 0h Gods, they are!" Shayla murmured, instantly spellbound by the thrumming, pulsing shimmer exuding from those partially reassembled rocks.

“You found the Lost Tablets of Guur‘Gaazl the Undying, the First Warlock! The mythical orc that united the tribes of the Badlands to form the Great Horde, the very first mortal who managed to break through the planes of existence to summon demons into our world! This is the only known evidence that orcs used a written language in the past! It proves that there really was an orcish civilization predating human and dwarven and possibly even elven culture, that it wasn't just folklore and superstition after all! This... This is... I..."

Without her brain even commanding her muscles to move, Shayla's hand reached for the glowing fragments of the legendary tablets. A faint far- away whisper of otherworldly voices filled her head, soothing her reason, blunting her judgment, commanding the wizardess to lay her warm living flesh on the cold surface of the inscribed stones. It was like a soft, feather-light touch that caressed her very soul, singing to her and tenderly calling her closer, weaving an irresistible web of peace and calm all around her innermost being.

Suddenly though, a discordant note, way too material and annoyingly loud, broke the haunting lullaby that the damned were murmuring deep within the wizardess's spirit.