Spell Bound

By Matthew Chapel

A haughty elven priestess is forcibly paired with a warlock for a mission. As the duo’s bickering reaches boiling point, the warlock’s succubus patron drops an arousal spell so the pair will just bang and get it over with. Things get noticeably rough.

This story was commissioned by ANONYMOUS. If you too would like a commission, check my links in the bio.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Chapel
• Release date: May 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215957615

Matthew Chapel

Matthew Chapel isn’t like the average writer who writes erotica for well rounded and educated reasons. Matt’s just an immature pervert who talks in third person sometimes.All my story proceeds go towards obtaining the vital life-juices that sustain my mortal coil, thus perpetuating the production of literary smut for your morbid entertainment...This is my life now...My business card: https://mattchapel.carrd.co/

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Spell Bound

Commissioned by ANONYMOUS

Written by Matthew Chapel ©2024

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

** Content is rated: Mature for Explicit Erotic Content **

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen (18) years of age or older.

Commission Licence Notes

This story was commissioned by ANONYMOUS and is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This story may not be re-sold, modified or re-published. If you would like to share this story with another person, please link them to the original author. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

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Part 1

Part 2

I

Arbor Hill, which coincidentally looked over the farming village of Arbor, was quite well known in the region since it served as a landmark for merchants navigating untamed terrain. There was a good bit of business to be done with the good people who lived there on the edge of the map. And being on the frontier of civilisation, there was more than a fair share of profitable adventure to be had as well.

Arbor Hill was like a lighthouse for the region. It was a gently sloped on all sides, grassy and open and unmistakable thanks to the to a singular oak tree that made it’s home there. its ancient branches reached over thirty feet into the air, fanning out into bushy fingers fluttering in the wind that shaded almost the entire hill.

In the summer months it would be a popular place for lovers to court and carve their names among the others in the bark of the old oak. Or perhaps offering some shade to a picnicking family taking the day off.

But today, the tranquillity on Arbor Hill was interrupted by a geyser of dirt shooting from between a tangle of thick roots, followed by a pale, slender hand reaching out of the earth and feeling around for handholds. It managed to tangle its dainty fingers into a clump of grass and pulled. An arm sheathed in silver pauldrons, then a head emerged, her long blonde hair tangled and dirty from a mixture of spelunking and battle. Her pretty elven features were twisted with effort as she sucked in a breath then dragged her slender torso out of the narrow gap between the roots, her body sheathed in