Warlock

Book 1: Awakening

 

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2022 by John Rookwood

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Chapter One

 

It all started with a book.

I was helping my friend Wendy shop for cheap furniture at estate sales. We were both twenty-one and had known each other since the eight grade. After graduation she had gotten a job at a construction company working as a secretary while I had signed up for business courses at the local community college. Neither of us had a lot of money, hence the second hand furniture shopping.

Wendy shared an apartment with her friend Susan, a hot redhead who could have made a fortune as a stripper if she wasn't such a prude. Not that Wendy was ugly, she was cute with her brown hair and eyes, slim body, modest chest and small frame. Susan, on the other hand, was gorgeous. She stood just a little shorter than me, which put her several inches taller than Wendy, and she had double 'D' tits along with an hourglass figure. It was a shame she'd been raised by strictly religious parents and was one of those girls who wanted a ring on her finger before sex would happen. I'm not ashamed to admit I'd jerked off thinking about Susan more than once.

Wendy had called me up and asked me to help her with furniture shopping at estate sales and I'd agreed to help as long as it didn't make me late for my Saturday night table top role playing session. My group was taking on the 'Mines of Madness' at Steve's place.

"Ooooh," Wendy said when she saw a pair of matching armchairs at the second place we visited, "Those look nice, don't you think Arthur?"

I looked them over. The chairs were well stuffed and looked to be in good condition, the black leather upholstery had some discoloration on the arms from use, but otherwise looked functional.

"Yeah, if they're in your budget we can load them in the truck." I told her, referring to my dad's pickup that we'd borrowed for this outing.

As Wendy examined the furniture in more detail, a set of bookshelves caught my eye. A simple sign told me all books had flat prices determined by whether they were hardcover or paperbacks. Even though I had plenty of books at home, I took a moment to examine the titles. The former resident had a lot of classics in leather bound sets. An actual set of encyclopedias and a bunch of guides to herbs, gardening, minerals and wildlife. One large tome had no title on the spine so naturally I had to check it out. The book was a little large, about fourteen inches high and nine wide. The pages were thick but not stiff and felt like the stuff they had printed my high school diploma on. It appeared to be a book of recipes, but looked hand written and was in some language I didn't recognize.

"Find something cool?" Wendy asked as she slid up beside me.

"Kinda." I told her. "It's an old cookbook but it would make a nifty prop for a cosplay."

"Ah, so nerd stuff." she snickered.

"Says the girl who spends her days answering phones and billing people." I countered.

"Not for long." Wendy informed me, "I'm taking courses online to become a law clerk."

"Ooooh exciting." I joked, "Doesn't a law clerk answer phones and bill people?"

"Maybe it's not glamorous but it pays a lot better than construction company secretary." she said, "Plus I'll get a lot of paid holidays. Hell maybe I'll even be the one to file your business license one day."

"That would actually be cool, assuming I ever graduate and can raise the money to open up my own shop." I agreed even though I still had no idea what business I wanted to get into when I had my degree.

"Anyway, I bought the chairs and the coffee table." Wendy said.

"Okay, I'll pay for this and we'll get em loaded." I told her.

Once the furniture was in the bed of the truck I asked, "Where to next?"

"My place." she replied. "I blew my budget here but at least now we'll have more in the living room than the couch and the TV stand."

 

After helping Wendy get the armchairs and table into her apartment, I headed home to shower before heading over to Steve's for game night. I still lived with my parents who were content with the arrangement so long as I was going to school, so yes I was the stereotype of a D&D playing nerd who still lived with his parents.

It was after midnight when I got home from the gaming session and I let myself in through the back door and did my best to be quiet as I slipped into my bedroom. The cookbook still sat on my bed where I'd tossed it after helping Wendy. It would be another hour or two before I was ready to sleep so I picked it up and opened it on the small desk beside my bed.

Still not able to identify the language, I turned to the internet. I snapped a photo of the first recipe and did a search, within a minute the language was revealed to be Irish Gaelic. 'Cool' I thought as I ran the recipe image through a translation site. Soon I had a translation for a 'Draught of Understanding'.

Puzzled, I snapped a few more images and had them translated as well. They turned out to be instructions for making 'Poultice of Healing', a 'Truth Tongue', one for 'Wolfskin' and an interesting sounding 'Wife-maker'. Naturally I made copies of these translations and kept going until I'd translated about fifty of the pages. At that point I had dozens of potion recipes, instructions for crafting wands and few spells to cast with them. By the time three in the morning rolled around I was unable to go any further and had to sleep.

On Sunday morning I awoke and looked over the translated 'magic' and chuckled to myself, in the light of day it all looked like nonsense but I had nothing planned and my parents were out for the day so I decided to amuse myself making a 'magic wand.' According to the instructions, the older the tree the wood came from, the better, and fresh wood was preferred. Shrugging, I went out to the old oak tree in the back yard and cut a decent sized branch and stripped the bark before cutting it down to about eight inches. Next I needed to carve symbols on the wand-to-be which took about half an hour of careful work. After that it was time to light a white candle, burn some incense and chant the word 'fuinneamh' over and over. I didn't have incense but there was a bag of potpourri on the coffee table so I put some of that in a small pot on the stove top and lit it. After a minute or so of chanting I noticed the light in the kitchen begin to dim and then a bolt of blue electricity jumped from the nearest outlet and struck my wand.

Then everything went dark.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

I woke a few minutes later and picked myself up off the kitchen floor. Had that really just happened? I was just doing this for a laugh and so I could tell people I had a genuine magic wand.

The wand in question lay on the floor where I'd dropped it as the shock knocked me out.

I blinked a few times to clear my head, I could swear the runes were glowing a little bit. Probably an after effect of the electricity which had burned a pattern in the wood. The scorches looked like a series of seven capital letter 'F's but backwards and with the horizontal lines bend down at a forty-five degree angle. Hoping it wasn't hot I reached for the wand only to have it jump from the floor to my hand like some kind of... magic.

Holy fucking shit.

I put the wand on the counter and stepped back repeating the experiment, again it flew to my hand. I repeated the trick a dozen times, even moving to different rooms and closing doors. Eventually I determined I could call my wand so long as it could get past any barriers, it rolled itself under my bedroom door to get to me in one test but got stuck at the patio door when I tried to call it from outside.

I was overcome with the possibilities, if the wand thing worked, then the others might too. Returning to the kitchen I looked at the understanding recipe. It took me a little while to convert the listed ingredients into stuff I could use, but my mom's spice rack was extensive and eventually I had the half dozen things I needed in a pot of water that simmered on the stove. Holding the wand like the drawing showed, I repeated "Tuiscint" three times. In a flash of blue light the stuff in the pot turned into a yellow liquid.

After the liquid cooled I tasted a drop. Lemon-flavor hit my tongue and I felt a tingle behind my eyes but nothing else. Wondering what I had done wrong I went to my bedroom to get the book and check the translations again. When I opened the tome it took me a moment to realize I could read it as if it were in modern English.

Understanding, hit me. It was a translation potion! Wanting to test the potion further, I dug out the handbook for my laptop but couldn't find the different languages. I was confused for a second before I realized I was seeing the French, Spanish, Korean and Chinese all as English.

Going back to the book I started to read it and quickly realized some things hadn't translated well on the computer. The 'wolfskin' thing would turn me into a wolf for one night and the 'wife-maker' was actually a love potion. I stared at that for a few minutes as I pondered what I could do with something like that. As I fantasized about slipping it into Susan's drink the words began to fade back to Gaelic. The potion was wearing off!

Checking the time I realize that a small drop had worked for nearly fifteen minutes, and I had at least several hundred times that still in the pot. Taking the book into the kitchen I swallowed a spoonful of the lemony wonder liquid and returned to reading. By the time my parents came home late in the afternoon I had a dozen plastic bottles I had rescued from the recycling bin that were now filled with various colored mixtures, including the love potion which had required a little of my blood. Now I just needed to get Susan to drink it, I'd done the math and if I could get her to drink the whole thing the effect should last for just over three months.

I looked over my collection as I pondered how to proceed. I had a truth potion, the understanding juice, the wife-maker for Susan, two of the healing tonics, the wolf shifting mix, one bottled beauty drink, one that would knock someone out to the point nothing could wake them, another that would make the drinker invisible, a memory potion for classes - figuring that one would get me an easy transfer to a better school. Then I had one for strength, and a petrification drink that I'd tested on a plant. A few drops had made its leaves stiff as stone for half an hour.

As my parents relaxed in the living room I sipped the memory potion as I read over the section of the book that discussed spells, most were little charms to make objects float or move, others let you make people forget or give them a command they would follow. Some would make things heat up or cool down. I learned how to create gusts of wind, ignite things with a spark of flame, and how to create simple sounds to 'distract thy pursuer'. One spell gave the caster a kind of force field to protect them from 'blades and clubs' which left me wondering if it could stop bullets. Not that I had plans to test such a spell. I was a little disappointed that there were no spells for lightning bolts or fireballs like in the D&D games but I guess I was the equivalent of a first level wizard so I had to start with the basics. I note that the book warned me to use a wand when casting, 'lest ye own life drain into thy spellcraft', which I guessed meant the wand channeled power for me and without it, I'd burn my own energy. That explained my brief blackout making the wand. I must have over exerted myself.

It was dark by the time I finished memorizing the spells in the book courtesy of the memory tonic, and I decided to test out my newfound power. Putting a few of the potions in a backpack, I took a sip of the chocolaty invisibility stuff and vanished from the mirror.

Slipping out of the house I wandered around the neighborhood waiting for it to wear off as I played with the movement spell. I started small, making the Howard's flag wrap itself around the flagpole and then rotating their dog's igloo shaped house so it faced the house instead of the street.

I wandered through yards and confused the heck of several cats and the two dogs at the Godfrey home. The animals could smell me but not see me and it made them upset. The cats hissed and ran off while the dogs barked their heads off at me. In time I found myself at miss Sinclair's house. Kelly Sinclair was a military wife, her husband was away most of the time and she worked part time as a wedding photographer. Her job was mostly on weekends so she had a lot of free time, which she often spent swimming or sunbathing by her pool. Yeah, I knew a lot about her, because she was a real hottie at twenty-five, I had a few pictures on my phone of her in her bikini that had served as wanking inspiration. Tonight I was able to peek into a window on the side of her house and I found her doing a workout routine in her living room.

Kelly Sinclair was doing a set of jumping jacks on a large pink mat, her taught body glistening with sweat as she worked out. Her thirty-eight D-cup tits bouncing in the yellow sports bra as her arms swung up and down. I watched in horny fascination as she followed along an exercise video, switching to push ups that gave me a good look at her spandex covered ass and then sit ups that revealed her camel toe.

I lost track of time and didn't realize that the invisibility had worn off until Kelly looked my way and her eyes went wide.

Crap.

Before I could think of what to do next, she was at the window with a pistol. I froze in shock as she pulled the window up and called out, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

At my call, the wand slid from my belt and flew to my hand. Pointing it at her I said, "Creid orm!"

Kelly froze in place and I followed up on the thought implanting spell, "It's your husband, Jack."

Her face softened, "Jack, you scared me! Why didn't you call and let me know you were back early?"

Running with it I told her, "I was planning to surprise you honey."

"Well you nearly got yourself shot." she clucked. "Get inside so we can celebrate!"

Smiling, I jogged around to the front door of the house, which she opened for me. As I stepped inside Kelly grabbed me and began to kiss me.

Her lips were soft and warm and soon her tongue was in my mouth, and her hands on my ass.

"I've missed you sooo much, Jackie boy." Kelly panted when she broke the kiss. "Have you missed me?"

"You know it." I told her.

"You wanna play that game?" she asked me, her eyes sparkling with lust.

"Yeah!" I said, having no idea what she meant.

"Okay! Wait here while I clean up and get changed." Kelly said as she pulled away from me and exited the room.

While she was gone I looked around the room, it was decked out in basic furniture, a couple of nice chairs for the couple, a sturdy couch for guests, an entertainment center with a big screen TV, video unit, movie discs and a game system.

Most of the pictures on the walls were of Jack and Kelly or people who I assumed were their respective family members. Much of the decor had a feminine tone, which made sense considering Jack was gone for months at a time. Realizing I had a fantastic opportunity, I set up my phone to take time lapse shots at five second intervals.

When Kelly returned she was dressed in a sexy french maid costume with platform shoes. I could smell the rose perfume she wore and my dick began to harden at the sight of her.

In a bad accent she said "Welcome home mister Jack, I have kept your home neat and tidy, while you were away." She sauntered over to me slowly, "Are you happy with my work..." she pressed her satin covered breast against me as she lowered her voice, "Or unhappy..."

It was clear which answer she wanted, so I obliged her. "Unhappy, this place is unacceptable. What should I do with you."

She pouted and pretended to be distraught, "Oh mister Jack you must punish me for my failure. Punish me until you are satisfied that I have learned my lesson!"

Grinning I moved to the couch, spinning my phone to a new angle as I did, "Come to me for punishment."

"Yes sir!" she giggled as she minced over to me and lay across my lap with her butt in the air.

I lifted up her skirt and found she wore no panties. I wasn't sure which was bigger now, my smile or my erection. Magic was awesome.

I slapped her right ass cheek and she whimpered "One!" When I slapped the other cheek, she cried, "Two!" this went on until she got to twenty as her buttocks glowed a rosy pink.

She panted as she slid herself off my lap an onto the rug and arraigned herself into a kneeling position in front of me. "Thank you for showing me mercy mister Jack, please let me show my appreciation..."

Unzipping my jeans, she pulled out my rock hard cock and smiled at me, her red painted lips opening wide as her head leaned over my member and then engulfed it in a smooth movement than nearly made me pop my cork. Kelly could suck like a vacuum cleaner and in only a few up and down movements I knew I was going to come. By the time her head went down the fifth time, I let loose. My jizz filled her mouth and she gulped it down almost as fast as it came out.

When I was spent she, rocked back on her heels, "Is mister Jack happy now? Or does he need to punish his dirty maid some more?"

"More!" I croaked as I caught my breath.

"Of course." Kelly said as she climbed back up to straddle my lap, her melons at eye level. "You have punished my backside, perhaps you wish to do the same to my front?"

Needing no further prodding, I pulled down the front of her costume, releasing those lovely tanned tits and began to grope them. Taking each in a big handful, I squeezed, and stroked and twisted her boobs as she moaned, then I pinched the erect nipples before licking them. That set her off and I went from licking back and fort to sucking them, gently at first, then harder, brushing them with my teeth at times.

Kelly began moving her hips back and forth as I sucked and soon my rod was stiff again. She felt it too because she huffed out, "Oh... ready for more?"