"Yes, just like that," the warlock smiled. "Is that the way you shook your hips when you climaxed under the waterfall?"
"I'll have your balls for this," Tara said, sneering at the old man.
"You might have my balls in another way if you're not too careful," the warlock said. "You're in no position to make idle threats right now."
"We're not going to do anything to satisfy your perverted fantasies," Tara said. "And when we're out of here, the local sheriff will lock you up and throw away the key."
"You're presuming you're actually getting out of here," the warlock smiled. "After the pretty redhead returns home, perhaps I'll keep you chained to my bed as my personal slave."
"You'll never touch me, you sick bastard!" Tara said, twisting frantically on the bed.
"We'll see about that," the man said, approaching the cot as he began to unbuckle his pants.
"Help, help!" Clover screamed, realizing the two women were in an impossible situation from which they couldn't free themselves.
"I'm afraid screaming won't help," the warlock said, dropping his pants to the floor and pulling off his robes. "We're a long w
ay from town and hundreds of feet from the road. Nobody can hear you out here in the woods."
"Eeeeee!" Clover suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs, like she did when she was a little girl being chased by her brothers.
The warlock winced from the painful sound in his ears and he leaned forward, slapping Clover across the face.
"Shut up!" he sneered. "Or I'll fuck you in all your holes before I'm finished with you. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
"Leave Clover alone," Tara said, thrashing wildly against her straps. "Take me if you must. If you're looking for a quick roll, I'll work just as well as her."
"How touching," the warlock said. "But it's the redhead who needs the special stimulation if she hopes to get home."
He poured some of the potion from the mixing bowl onto Clover's stomach and began rubbing it down over her hips and between her thighs.
"We just need to get her properly lubricated to get her in the mood. But don't worry, I'll come for you when I'm finished with her."
As he kneeled on the bed between the two pinned women, positioning himself between Clover's legs with his dripping organ inches away from her quivering body, he suddenly reared up with a grimace on his face, howling in pain. Clover looked up and noticed a young man standing behind him, holding a sword in his hand. As he lurched toward the warlock with the blade extended in front of him, Aramiss extended the palm of his hand in the young man's direction, sending a bolt of energy flinging him against the far wall.
"What do we have here?" the warlock sneered at the trembling youth. "The third musketeer? It's too bad your sword is no match for my magic powers. But you're welcome to stay and watch while I service your girlfriends. Or do you want to get in on the action too?"
As the warlock directed his palm toward the young man, a beam of light shot out from his hand while he slowly lifted it higher, raising the boy helplessly against the wall of the bedroom.
"Now stay there like a good little boy while I finish my business. Perhaps you'll learn a thing or two watching me. You barely look old enough to have lost your virginity. I'm probably doing you a favor showing you how to do it properly."
Fortunately, all the extra commotion on the bed had loosened Clover's bonds enough to free her left foot, and with all the strength she could muster, she directed her gaze toward the warlock's hairy balls dangling between his legs, administering a swift kick to his crotch. As he collapsed onto the floor doubled over in pain, his spell over the young man was temporarily broken and the boy fell back onto the floor, retrieving his sword. Within seconds he covered the distance between him and the warlock and raised his weapon in the air, slicing off Aramiss's head in one quick motion.
As the warlock's body crumpled to the floor with his vacant-eyed head rolling beside him, the two girls peered up at their savior with wide eyes. Whether it was from shock at the intruder's sudden appearance or from their relief at being saved from the warlock's lascivious intentions, neither was sure. They were just happy to have another man in the room, one who was decidedly better smelling and looking than the craggy-nosed warlock.
7
"Who are you?" Tara said as the young man began to untie the girls' constraints.
"My name's Jessop."
"What are you doing here? How did you happen upon this house and hear our cries for help?"
"I followed you here," Jessop said, turning his back as the girls put their clothes back on. "I saw what happened at the tavern and thought you might need some protection until you got out of town."
Tara peered at the intruder suspiciously, annoyed that he'd been watching them so closely. Especially a handsome human boy whom Clover couldn't seem to take her eyes off.
"We can look after ourselves just fine," she said.