Morning sunlight streamed through an open window as I woke. I was alone in bed. Momentarily panicked, I looked around for Wex until I heard the sound of chopping wood, peered through the window and saw he was outside. The night before, in all that darkness and indulgence, I hadn’t taken notice of where exactly I was. Outside were silver trees, magenta leaves and violet plains so it was clear we were still in the Edgerealm. However, the décor inside was far too elegant and elaborate for a woodsman’s cabin. Furnished with mahogany tables, velvet covered furniture and finely patterned rugs, this was a dwelling so decadent and extravagant that I could have only dreamt of it before now.

Warmth enveloped me as I stepped into the open air. At the sound of my footsteps, Wex turned from his work to greet me.

‘Ah, you’re awake!’

‘This place, it’s magnificent! How did you…’

‘Get it here?’ he laughed, finishing my question for me. ‘Given time and a little magic, anything is possible. Speaking of which, there’s something I want to show you.’
He rushed toward the doorway and I followed.

Back inside, Wex was standing over a small desk. Turning round, he held a dusty leather book, stuffed with yellowed pages and bound with a frayed length of string.

‘A book?’ I said, somewhat underwhelmed.

‘Research.’ Wex said. ‘You asked about Ang Morganna, the city of warlocks. Well this is everything I know about it, what little I’ve managed to scrape together over the years at least.’

Now I was intrigued. Wex opened the tome and rummaged through the pages until he came across what he was looking for.

‘These runes are part of a sequence. Written in an arcane language, I believe they are the key to Ang Morganna. Each symbol in this runic language can be used to form a pattern that, when marked upon the ground, can summon a gateway. A gateway to the secret city. I don’t know for certain how many there are or what order to place them, but from what I’ve gathered, there are five. I have found four.’ he said, and offered me the book.

Running my fingers over the parchment, I studied the strange symbols. I couldn’t tell whether they were upside down or not, never mind if they were in the right order. But something about them emitted a sense of profound power.

‘Naia,’ Wex began. ‘If you truly wish to be free. With me—then this is where we will find our freedom. The freedom to explore.’

Ang Morganna… spoken of in the Sanctum as hell on earth. But Arbiter Viktus had called his son a demon and Wex was far from that. He had been kinder to me than anyone I had ever known. The Sanctum would have him die. He would have me live. I wanted to live. Live every night like I had done last night. And wake every morning as I had just woken now.

‘I’m afraid, Wex.’ I said, looking to the ground. ‘Of what lies beyond the darkness where I cannot see.’
Raising my head, I stared deep into Wex’s and continued.
‘But I am also happy. Happy that I am here with you. And angry. Angry at all the years I wasted before now. I’ve spent my whole being afraid. Afraid that I was sinful. Afraid of damnation. Well if I am damned, then let me be damned. Because I would rather be damned for a life full of elation and rage, melancholy and lust, than be praised for a life lived in fear of feeling anything at all.’

All at once, tears of joy streamed down my face. Wex smiled broadly and took me in his arms, spinning me around. Laughing together, he set me down again. I laid my head against his chest and heard his heart beating, fast and loud.

That night the moon was full and bright. Above the bed were floating spheres of flame, that bathed the room in a soft glow. Staring at them in amazement, I wondered how long it would be until I was used to Wex’s feats of magic. The yellow light of the flame was reflected in the shining mythril bindings that chained me to the bed. I was stripped of every article of clothing. My legs were spread as wide as they would go and between kneeled Wex, still wearing his purple garb.

‘For your sins, valkyrie, I think you need to be punished.’ said my warlock with a devious glint in his wild, orange eyes.

‘Yes, master, whores need to be taught a lesson.’ I said, relishing the scandalous words. I could scarcely believe they were coming from my mouth.

Wex whipped his toga off in a single swift motion and my eyes went wide at what I saw.

‘Does the whore like the look of my cock?’ Wex said as he stroked it.

‘Oh yes. What will you do to me?’

His cock began growing harder as he worked it in his hand. The site was still strange and new to me, but I was thoroughly enjoying it. Even looking at the length and girth of Wex’s impressive manhood was making my cunt incredibly wet.

‘I’m going to fuck you like the little whore you are.’ said Wex.

Taking the tip of his cock, he ran it up my slit and rubbed it on my swollen bud. I let out a savage moan. The more he teased my cunt, the harder he grew. Lining himself up with my entrance, Wex looked up at me, silently asking if I was ready. In response, I pushed my weight against him. Thrusting forward, he penetrated me—his thickness filled me and I felt as though my body would not contain the pleasure swelling inside. Gripping my thighs, he pushed himself deeper, my wetness helping to ease him into the tight hole. Slowly we built a rhythm, grinding our hips in unison.

‘Fuck me harder!’ I screamed without even thinking.

Eager to oblige, Wex pumped harder and faster and soon his cock was reaching new depths. Shifting his hands from my thighs to my bouncing tits, he squeezed. Even his sizeable hands couldn’t contain my breasts. As he kneaded them, he dragged his thumbs across my nipples which stood proudly like two rose-tinted diamonds. Soon his thumbs were joined by fingers, pinching and pulling at my engorged nipples. I groaned with delight as Wex twisted the tender pink nubs.

‘That’s right, take your punishment.’ he said, his voice thick with lust.