by Ivan Author
“Pour it down my throat,” she whispered as she struggled to get to her feet
I did as she said and poured the vile down her throat. Instantly, her bruises disappeared, and she was able to stand up without my assistance.
“We need to leave now before she finds us,” Lydia said.
“I'll lead them away from here, but I need you to find Gaffin's bar and go there,” she continued.
“You’ll find a man named Charlie the Drunk will explain the rest,” she said.
“Now go,” she said we both headed into a different direction.
Chapter 3
I made it through the crowd and chaos at the library and made my way into Gaffin’s Bar. You wouldn’t have known it was a bar because the sign seemed to appear out of nowhere. I walked down this street many of times and never noticed the place, but here I am standing in front of what looks like a replica of Moe’s Tavern from The Simpsons.
Gaffin’s Bar seemed like any bar you walk into that's dimly lit, a couple of bar stools, a couple of tables, and of course a well-stocked bar.
I saw some old guy sitting at the bar drinking a beer. I didn’t see the bartender though.
That seemed kind of odd. No bartender I ever saw leaves the bar unattended.
As I turn around, I see a woman walking out from the back of the bar. I mean if I can call her a woman.
The more I look at her, the more I realize that she’s got fucking green skin with a supermodel body.
“Son, why don’t you grab a seat and let me buy you a beer,” the old man said.
“All right,” I said as I grabbed a seat next to him at the end of the bar.
“Amanda, he’ll have Witches of Eastwick beer. You know one of the bottom shelves next to pissy Bud Light,” the old man said.
“All you need to do is just bend over a little bit more…,” he said.
He turned to me and smiled as he stared at her heart-shaped plump ass.
“Not bad for a goblin,” the old man said as he elbowed me.
“I swear if you are doing this to look at my ass, I will kill you. I don’t care if you say who you are Charlie,” Amanda the Goblin shouted back at him as she was bent over way too far behind the bar trying to reach a bottle of Witches of Eastwick beer.
Amanda was alluring. As I watched her try to get my beer, I couldn’t help but notice her big, heart-shaped green ass with a red thong between those bouncy green cheeks. I mean think She-Hulk but in a more feminine supermodel type and I’m not talking about the anorexic ones.
I must have been staring at her ass forever when I heard the thud of the beer bottle slam on the bar. The next thing I felt was a green hand slap me across the face.
“What gives you the right to stare at my ass,” Amanda said as she walked to the other side of the bar.
“You know I’m a warlock right,” I replied.
“Warlock...that’s funny,” Amanda said sarcastically.
I don’t know what it is, but ever since I became a warlock, I been horny as hell.
I mean after my encounter with Lydia the Vampire and I was able to turn those Faceless Men into slime.
Cool, I thought to myself. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but she will be my next conquest.
“You know what Amanda, I think I will buy the old man a drink,” I said.
“Thank you, my good man. The names Charlie the Drunk since we haven’t been formally introduced,” I said.
“Jimmie the Warlock at your service,” I replied.
“That’ll be $52.50, asshole,” Amanda said, staring me as if she wanted to kill me.
I wonder what type of ability do Goblins really have. I’m kinda new to this paranormal thing.
Hell, I don’t even know the full extent of my own abilities yet other than throwing a couple of blue balls.
“Why so much,” I replied?
”10 for the beers and the rest is for staring at my ass, you jerk,” she said, “now pay up or get out!”
“Here’s a hundred and keep the change,” I told her.
I placed the C-note on the bar and began to watch her bend over again. Man, she has one fine ass I thought to myself as she reached for Witches of Eastwick beer.
“Damn,” I yelled as I watched Amanda wiggle those sexy, green cheeks. Kermit, you’re wrong. With an ass like that, it's easy bein' green.
“I might as well give you something for your money,” she said, “you are a decent tipper for a so-called warlock!”
Amanda took the C-note off the bar and handed Charlie the Drunk his beer.
“Gratias Tibi,” Charlie said as he waved thank you from the other end of the bar.
WTF, I thought. This drunk knows Latin.
Maybe he’s like G.I. Joe, “More Than Meets The Eye”.
I guess I was into my sixth Witches of Eastwick beer with my new buddy, Charlie the Drunk. I mean just by looking at him, he looks like some old unshaven drunk you’d see on Sunset Boulevard pushing a shopping cart until you take a closer look at him. If you pay close attention, Charlie is wearing a Patek Philippe watch easily worth over one-hundred grand and not to mention the rings easily worth another two-hundred clam.
Charlie started telling me about the history of the paranormals or Others as they like to be called. Only drunks or children can see an Others in their normal state, and they will lose their mind. I mean come on, when I saw Lydia for the first time, I was petrified of that bitch.
“Hasn’t been a warlock in over 1,000 years. Most of them were either killed or died off.,” Charlie went on to say as he downed another bottle of the Witches of Eastwick beer.
“How come they all died,” I inquired.
“You see young man; Warlocks get their power from sex. They have to continually have to bang female Others in order to keep their magic,” Charlie continued as he downed another bottle of beer.
“You know that’s how people get alcohol poisoning,” I told Charlie.
“Eight or nine but who’s counting,” Charlie retorted.
“Jimmie the Warlock,” I shouted back.
“Well, Mr. Warlock .... don’t you want to know how all of the warlocks died,” Charlie said, looking at me with great concern.
“Sure, I got to hear this shit,” I said.
“Warlocks amassed large harems of the most beautiful and powerful female Others. Vampires, Witches, Goblins. It was a wonderful time to be a warlock. Vampires, Sirens, Werecat all wanted to be a part of a warlock’s harem,” Charlie continued.
“The male Others got jealous and after some time devised a plan to rid the world of warlocks forever,” he said as he took another drink.
“The male Others killed every warlock, and when a new warlock is found, they made sure he died,” Charlie continued as he motioned for another beer. “If any warlocks did survive, they remained in hiding for over 1,000 years never to be heard from again.”
“What, that’s some foul shit,” I said as I slammed my beer bottle on the bar.”
Charlie confirmed how I became a warlock after my encounter with Lydia, the Vampiress.
How the fuck did she know I was a warlock in the first fucking place!
“If I were you, I would say I’m a mage or maybe one of those Harry Potter wizards… anything but damn warlock if you want to live,” Charlie said as he looked at me with great concern.
“If the Others find out that you are a warlock, you are good as dead, and I’d hate to lose a guy who buys me free beer,” Charlie said as he let out a loud chuckle.
“Charlie, a warlock hasn’t been seen in over 1,000 years, and I doubt one been staring at my green Goblin ass this whole time,” Amanda said as she went to give Charlie another beer.
“Hate to break it you, but I am a warlock and those pussy Others better watch out for Jimmie the Warlock because I’m kicking ass and banging hot paranormals … Others … or whatever you’re called,” I said as I jumped onto to of the bar and shouted it from the top of my lungs.
“Get off
my fucking bar, you idiot,” Amanda shouted.
The door suddenly opened, and I could sense that it was time for Jimmie the Warlock to start kicking asses and banging bitches.
As soon, as I opened my mouth, three large males and one female walked through the door wearing 1950’s Al Capone gangsters suits. The quadruplets all wore the same black and white pinstriped suits with the matching black Fedora. I didn’t know who they are, but I could tell that they were Others aka paranormals.
The three big ones could’ve been some type of werewolf. They were lead by a shapely blonde female who definitely filled out her pinstripe suit well.
Va Va Voom was the only thing racing through my head as I saw her.
“I’m looking for Charlie the Drunk and by the looks either one of you could be him,” she said as her, and her wannabe goons looked at Charlie and me.
I know this wasn’t going to be my brightest idea and definitely the stupidest. I want to see how powerful I am. I swallowed hard and didn’t know if what I was about prepared for what I was about to do next.
“I’m Charlie the Drunk,” I shouted from on top of the bar.
Quickly two of the goons surrounded me on my left and right as if they were trying to box me in. The only way out was to jump behind the bar or jump down from the bar and run right into the third Al Capone looking goon.
“Grab this idiot and let’s go,” the blonde ordered.
I thought I had more time to react when one of the goons jumped onto the bar and slugged me across the face knocking my beer bottle on the floor. Another goon picked me up off the bar and threw me over his shoulder like I was a feather.
“Hey, you’re going to pay for those damages,” Amanda shouted as her eyes started glowing a bright red.
“Shut up bitch,” the blonde said as she waved her hand, and Amanda’s body flew against the wall of bottles behind the bar. Amanda’s body went limp as she made an impact with the wall and slipped into unconsciousness.
“You have anything to say, old man,” the blonde said as I struggled to break free from the goon.
“Jimmie tell her to say thank you, daddy,” Charlie said
“Say Thank You, Daddy Bitch,” I said. I did exactly what Charlie told me to say thinking I can’t make this any worse; then it got totally fucking weird as fuck.
The blonde and her goons laughed. The next thing I know was a flash of light, and everything just froze, except Charlie and me.
“Put him down,” Charlie said as he took another swig of his beer.
The next thing I know big gangster put me down. I was in a little bit of pain and definitely confused. Who the hell is Charlie, and how did he do that?
“I know you have a lot of questions and I’ll answer them, but first you need to finish your warlock spell by making her suck your cock,” Charlie said as he took another sip of his beer.
“What!” I was way confused and stood in the middle of the bar because I didn’t want to do anything that would break this spell because I didn’t want to get my ass kicked by these 1950’s goons.
“What’s your name,” Charlie grunted.
“Virginia the Vampire,” the blonde gangster said.
“Mmmm, my friend Jimmie here saved you from getting killed by a warlock. Now, aren’t you a grateful little vampire slut,” Charlie said?
“Yes, I am,” Virginia the Vampire said with a smile and licking her lips.
“I want you to get on your knees and crawl to my friend Jimmie and suck his cock while I check on my friend Amanda,” Charlie ordered her.
What do you know, Virginia got on all fours and crawled over to me. I got an instant hard-on watching Virginia crawl on across the dirty bar floor wanting to suck my cock. At first, I didn’t believe it until Virginia unbuttoned her suit revealing huge, firm breasts. Her nipples were hard as fuck, and she looked like she needed me to stuff my cock in her mouth.
“Why are you doing this,” I asked.
“You saved me from getting killed by a true warlock, and I need to reward you,” Virginia said as she undid my pants. My pants fell to the floor, and so did my boxers.
My mind was filled with lust as Virginia giggled. My cock was throbbing as she took it into her hands. She began jerking my cock off until it was dripping with precum. Virginia took me into her vampire's mouth and began sucking my cock.
“Suck it, you vampire bitch,” I growled as she began to take the full girth of my cock into her mouth. She began sliding my cock up and down her mouth, and I let out ground as a grabbed her head and forced her to take my cock faster. I had no regard for this slut who just tried to kill me.
I violently face fucked her as she cried out. She began bobbing her head faster and faster until I lost it. I wondered if she had a gag reflex, but then I remembered she’s a vampire so it wouldn’t matter anyway. My cock began throbbing as I began to shoot my load down her willing mouth.
Virginia groaned as I held her face in place. She was filled with pleasure as I begin to shoot my load down her throat. The vampire took it all in stride as she happily swallowed my load.
“Mmmmm,” Virginia moaned as she began sliding her fingers down her pants to play with her pussy as she continued to suck my cock.
Charlie hopped over the bar and said something to Amanda. Amanda slowly rose to her feet with Charlie’s assistance. I mean this scene was so serial with three goons frozen, a vampire sucking my cock, and a fucking drunk caused all of this.
“I’m fucking cumming,” Virginia screamed as she brought herself to another orgasm as she continued sucking my cock.
“That bitch better enjoy that because that’s I’m going to rip her eyes out,” Amanda screamed with those glowing red eyes again. Nothing is more frightening than a green bitch with glowing red eyes and hands shaped like claws running towards you with your cock out. Please don’t rip my cock off by mistake with those fucking claw hands.
“Amanda Daddy Says Stop,” Charlie said as Amanda froze in her tracks.
Charlie grabbed another beer from behind the bar.
“I’m a warlock just like you, Jimmie except I’m over 1,000 years old. I was the last remaining warlock until you showed up,” Charlie said.
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier, I asked?”
“Listen, kid. I’ve been hiding because warlocks don’t have a good reputation among the Others and I was a son of a bitch when I was a warlock, so I decided to go into hiding, travel the world, drink beer.”
“You gave up powers and decided to become a drunk…”
“Warlocks can’t get drunk, and I’m more of a beer connoisseur.”
“Whatever man, how the fuck did you do this shit … Stop time and turned Miss Capone, who wanted to kill me into a vampire slut!”
“The first lesson, every warlock has a phrase to unleash their powers, but you must fuck someone in order to finish the spell that is why we always had harems.”
“What!”
“Amanda, Jimmie saved us all from those bad people. Now, do you feel about Jimmie.”
“I’m sorry, Jimmie. I thought you were cute and just playing hard to get. Can you ever forgive me,” Amanda said as she started taking off her clothes to reveal an even better body than I thought? Her green ass was round and firm, the perfect peach shape that men can only dream abou, and it’s going to be mine.
“Amanda, this is Virginia, and she’s going to be your sex slave until she pays off damages to the bar. Now, what do you say Virginia?”
“Yes, mistress. I’m sorry for what I did earlier. I will gladly serve you in any way until you feel that my debt to you is paid, “Virginia said in a sweet submissive voice.
“Now for you three goons, you are going to walk down the street to Donald’s Bathhouse and tell the owner Charlie sent you. You three are going to service the owner, Donald by offering up your mouths and assholes to him and any man he says. You only like men. Now, what do you say!”
“Yes, master. We only like men and will service any man Donal
d tells us to,” the three goons said in unison as they all walked out the door. All I can say is that Charlie is a real asshole, but I like his style.
“Ladies, I’m going to leave now, and what are you going to do when I leave?”
“We are going to service, Jimmy the Warlock!” my two submissive sluts said in unison.
“Yes,” I shouted.
“Don’t worry about them. They’re going to love it at the bathhouse. I bet they were on the down low anyway,” Charlie said as he walked towards the door.
“I wish you well Jimmie the Warlock and I’m off to my next bar, Enjoy your this because it gets a lot harder from here one out,” Charlie said as he walked out the door.
I was left to think about what Charlie said and more importantly, with a sexy goblin and seductive vampire who both want to service me. This would have never happened before I met Lydia, the Vampiress. Women would never be on their knees wanting to please me.
Chapter 4
Amanda hopped up on the bar and spread her leg, revealing her pussy. Amanda motioned for Virginia to come towards her Virginia crawled on the bar floor eying Amanda’s green cunt.
“You know what you got to do to make amends for destroying my bar.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Virginia was burying her face into Amanda’s pussy. Amanda gripped Virginia’s head and wrapped her green legs around Amanda’s body. Virginia was attacking her tight cunt with her fingers and tongue. Damn, this is hot as fuck.
“Mmmm, suck your mistress’s cunt,” Amanda screamed.
Amanda grabbed a handful of Virginia’s blonde hair and forced her head deeper into her pussy. Virginia was gasping for air and playing with her own pussy as she ate out Amanda. I don’t know what it is, but seeing these two lesbos it out was getting me off.
“I’m cumming,” Amanda screamed. “Don’t you dare stop eating your mistress’s pussy!”
Amanda gripped Virginia's head until she was done orgasming. Virginia’s face was covered with Amanda’s green cum.
“Come here, stud; I want you to fuck this vampire slut in the ass while she continues to eat my pussy. She doesn’t deserve a hero’s cock in her.”