“Honor was never my thing, you know..."

Resting back like that, Jadrik didn't just open up Aldarius's line of sight toward the shimmering portal, allowing the paladin a better view of the drake-featured Lady Zalahjen and of the freshly resurrected, hulking shadow of the Archdemon standing by her side; the warlock's carefree pose also had the effect of forcing the angry paladin to take in Jadrik's big, chubby dong dangling heavily between his legs, thus remind Aldarius once again of the unspeakable things that the warlock had done with Shayla.

Even as the armored knight's ire spiked up to new heights, Jadrik emerged from his thoughts and resumed speaking.

“Tell you what, Al: I swear on Shayla's life that I won't use my magic. That should be enough of a guarantee, right?"

Jadrik's declaration caught Aldarius by surprise. As treacherous a the warlock certainly was, the paladin knew that Jadrik would never joke about something as important as Shayla's life. Even through his rage and jealousy, Aldarius had to admit that yes, indeed the warlock did truly care about the wizardess, a fact that in turn made his oath valid and acceptable,

Grunting his assent, Aldarius nodded at Jadrik and rose his armored fists, ready to fight.

“On your guard, monster. Time to taste justice."

Sighing and shaking his head, Jadrik stood straight up once again, facing Aldarius. Sparing the paladin‘'s heavy plate gauntlets just a quick glance, the naked warlock arched his eyebrows and snickered as he locked gazes with Aldarius.

"Your catchphrases suck, Al. Go ahead, I'll let you throw the first punch, just because I'm a nice guy and I can tell you need a win. I mean, being the total loser that you are, you of all people really, really need a win right now..."

Those casual disparaging words and the image of the warlock's smug smirking face were all it took to trigger the ultimate explosion of Aldarius's righteous anger. The paladin's vision narrowed to exclude everything except Jadrik's derisive sneer while his mind went bank of all thoughts that weren't ones of vengeance and wrath and retribution. Instantly, without even knowing it, Aldarius found himself yelling out at the top of his voice and lunging forward, his right fist shooting ahead, aimed straight at the grinning face of his insufferable, irredeemably evil nemesis.

Time slowed to an unreal glacial crawl as Aldarius's whole being became focused on the imminent impact of his metal-clad fist smashing against Jadrik's irritating mug. At that moment, nothing mattered more to the knight than to finally hear the crunch of bone breaking and flesh tearing once his metal gauntlet wrecked its way through the warlock's face, deleting his mocking smirk forever and smashing his perverse brain to a mush, thus properly restoring justice to the world. That long, perfect instant of fury-laced anticipation and blessed vengeance extended and dilated, as if time really had stopped, allowing the paladin to almost savor the triumph that was soon to be his, as it should be.

But of course time hadn't stopped at all, certainly not outside of Aldarius's anger-clouded mind.

Given how extensively and deliberately he had teased and provoked and finally manipulated the paladin into a state of total brainless rage, Jadrik had no problem predicting Aldarius's dumb and very obvious move. Easily seeing that punch coming, the warlock dodged it with a quick, effortless side step. Not used to brawling nor fighting, Aldarius had indeed plummeted to such a low level of blind, brutish fury that the simple act of throwing that reckless punch had unbalanced him completely, so much so that, when his hand didn't connect with Jadrik's face, the paladin fell clumsily forward, with all his armor-encumbered weight dragging him down.

A dull metallic clang marked the instant when Aldarius, snapping abruptly out of his rage-induced stupor, crashed into the stony altar chest first, deeply denting his golden breastplate and getting the wind knocked out of him. At the same time though, his fist did make contact with the iridescent surface of the planar vortex that framed Lady Zalahjen and her hulking, shadowy Archdemon companion.

Breathless and surprised and even more angry for not having hit the warlock, Aldarius growled as he turned his head and glared at Jadrik, who was standing near him, smirking. Even as the paladin attempted to turn around and charge at the warlock, a guttural word resounded from the other side of the portal, and, to his shock, Aldarius felt a sudden pull on his fist. Baffled, the paladin realized that his hand was somehow glued to the shimmering dimensional rift, as if it was stuck there, and, try as he might, he simply couldn't get it unstuck. As Aldarius roared in frustration and pulled back with all he had in a vain attempt to free his hand, a brief dialogue between the drake-like Lady Zalahjen and the dark Archdemon ensued, after which the massive ape-featured shadow let out a sort of grumbling laughter and spoke a single word of power in a voice so deep and cavernous that it was more akin to the low booming thump of far -off war drums than anything else.

Immediately, a squeaking yelp of utter shock erupted from Aldarius's mouth as he felt himself getting drawn into the planar vortex. Fear descended upon the paladin and drained his face of his previous angry flush, turning his features a ghastly white as he watched his whole hand and then his forearm and then his upper arm disappearing into the shiny, whirling surface. Aldarius's wild eyes were huge with terror, his lips were dry and trembled uncontrollably as he realized what was happening and what Jadrik had done, how the warlock had played him and made a fool of him, again.

Impotent rage and blood-chilling fright warred inside the doomed knight, twisting his face into an indecipherable mask of wordless, ultimate horror. Already sucked in up to his shoulder, Aldarius felt the intensity of the pull from the other side of the portal increase so abruptly and so forcefully that he didn't even have time to curse the warlock or say anything at all before he was dragged away from the material plane and disappeared completely from the world, a look of pure desperation blinking quickly in his eyes, an attempted scream dying on his lips even as they parted, only to be silenced the next moment.

In the blink of an eye Aldarius Van Holt got sucked completely into the portal, whose swirling surface flashed rapidly brighter, only to then settle once again, showing only a disturbingly smirking Lady Zalahjen and, behind her, the shadowy hulk. The apish, darkness-wreathed Archdemon seemed even bigger and darker all of a sudden, because he was now holding something small and glinting in his gigantic hand: it was Aldarius, whose neck the bat-winged monstrosity was clutching in a huge shadowy fist, letting the paladin's body hang limply in the air, as if he was nothing more than a puny plaything, a toy soldier encased in shiny metal armor. As the massive shadow hulk behind her shook his hand and caused the knight's dangling legs to sway weakly side to side, Zalahjen said something in her eerie voice, her fully black eyes focused on Jadrik. Nodding, the warlock answered with a few brief words, betraying no emotion. Apparently glad with Jadrik's response, the Archdemoness spoke a long, slowly spelled sentence in the archaic hair-raising language of the deepest Hells, all the while showing her needle-like teeth in a blasphemous parody of a smile. As soon as the last word was spoken, Zalahjen rose her hands and waved them in front of her in a swift dismissive gesture.

For a split second, the portal glowed with unbearable brightness, drowning the images on its surface in a burst of incandescent, colorless light. The next moment, once that blinding flash dissipated and mortal eyes could once again look without being blinded, the planar vortex had disappeared, along with the Archdemoness who had opened it, the shadowy monstrosity she had revived, and the unfortunate paladin Aldarius Van Holt.

Silence descended on the cathedral hall for a few long moments as all eyes went to the altar, only to find it finally free of the disquieting swirling rift that had so far been lingering ominously above it. That perplexing gash in the very fabric of reality, from which a sense of subtle yet ever-present threat had exuded, was finally gone.

Instantly, a palpable sense of relief pervaded everyone present. It was as if a fresh, gentle breeze had made its way down into the stuffy depths of the Red Catacombs, lifting the inherent sense of oppressive gloom that shrouded that ancient place of worship and burial, impelling everyone to take a collective liberating sigh. Unbidden cries of solace filled the air, and those glad exhalations soon turned to loud cheering and hooting from the paladins of the Golden Shield, whose joy erupted in full as they realized that their forced permanence within the Catacombs had been finally brought to an end.

Seemingly unperturbed by the disappearance of the rift through which they had come to the material plane, the succubi were amused by the ragged bunch of paladins’ sudden burst of happiness. A few of the hell-girls smirked and giggled as they joined in the knights’ celebratory mood by rubbing themselves against the still naked, unusually joyful humans, many of whom wrapped their arms around the demonesses, hugging them and dancing with them despite the fact that, technically, it had been the succubi who had prevented them from leaving and had methodically drained them of their life force through sex. At that moment though, sheer happiness prevailed among the paladins, blurring out all other considerations.

Still, most of the hell-girls had little interest for the knights and preferred to focus on tending to Veltheesza instead. Covered in cum and imbued with the lingering aura of the powerful sexual magic she had been exposed to during her steamy orgy with the companions, the indigo-skinned broodmother was surrounded by a swarm of her daughters and sisters in sin. Having laid her down to recuperate from her orgasm-induced exhaustion, the succubi were now kneeling all around Veltheesza, licking Jadrik's and Uli's seed off her dark skin, massaging her huge tits and slurping on her juicy holes, causing the broodmother to mewl and purr in persisting delight even through her momentary unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, within the summoning circle, Uli stood still and ponderous like a boulder, clutching his massive battle axe in one hand and holding it mid-haft like it weighed nothing, while his other hand was resting on the curvy, firm globes of Laeny's sweet little bubble-butt. Even though his flinty gray eyes traveled from the crowd of celebrating knights to the cluster of succubi huddled around Veltheesza, vigilantly scanning his surroundings out of habit, Uli's gaze unfailingly came back to the glorious sight that was nearest to him: the naked elf hugging him and half-asleep on her feet, whose heavenly asshole he had finally fucked and pumped repeatedly full of cum, Incredibly tired, totally sated and dreamily smiling after the ass-centric sex marathon she'd just been through, the blonde huntress was leaning heavily against the dwarf's side, her slender arms attempting, and failing, to wrap themselves around his broad, hugely muscled body.

Laentharyel's eyes were closed and she was resting her head comfortably on ULi's powerful shoulder, mewling sweet nothings into his ear and giggling softly as she enjoyed the feel of his rock-solid body propping her up as his rough, calloused fingers kept avidly squeezing her ass. Sometimes his roaming digits made their way into her seed-slick buttcrack, his thick fingertips teasing her tender cum-oozing hineyhole and poking at her sore sphincter, which, much to her glad surprise and immense relief, had returned to its usual tiny puckered shape. In truth, the elf didn't mind those butt-prodding incursions at all, in fact it turned her on to know that the warrior's obsession for her ass was still as strong as ever, even after he had finally claimed his long-coveted anal prize.

And indeed, having just royally fucked Laeny's ass, Uli felt even more enamored with her exquisite little butthole, so much so that, despite being quite spent after their crazy fuckfest, his fat dong remained chubby with arousal at the mere thought of sodomizing the gorgeous elf again, ideally sooner rather than later. For the time being though, the dwarf was content to tease Laeny's forbidden orifice with his fingers as she recuperated, resting her flawless body against his own nakedness with her arms thrown around his barrel chest and her delicate fingers playing with the thick braids of his beard. Holding the huntress close with one powerful arm and gripping his axe in his other hand, Uli grinned under his bushy red mustache as he feasted his eyes on Laeny's incredible beauty, breaking his staring trance every once in a while to dutifully glance around and make sure that everything else was alright and no danger was in sight. Unbidden, the thought came to the warrior that the only way to make things better at that moment would be with the addition of a few casks of ale. Apart from that detail though, Uli silently admitted that he had little cause to complain overall.