Warlock 4 - Preview Chapter

Warlock 4 – Preview Chapter

© 2025 Daniel Kensington

Chapter

Turns out dellaKinki was the guy who made the suits I’d shown Felicity and they were very rare.

Also very expensive, which I’d known because the website had pricing — but I’d been with witches for over a year and that seemed to have affected my sense of money-scale.

Apparently, what I saw as a lot of money these days, others saw as a fucking metric fuckton of fucking money.

All of that made Felicity and her dellaKinki “suit” incredibly popular.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I whispered as the latest picture-taker grinned, said thanks, and moved on. Felicity seemed to be enjoying it, but she’d quickly asked me to handle speaking to the crowd, saying she needed to concentrate on maintaining her glamour.

I thought it was something different, since Felicity seemed to be recognized as being maybe the most accomplished witch at glamour in the world.

So long as you continue to do the speaking, I am not averse to being told how beautiful my “costume” is.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

That … is not what I meant.

I chuckled as Felicity lowered her gaze and looked at me through her thick lashes.

Which is not to say you should stop.

I suppressed a stronger laugh. Flustered Felicity was fun, but I didn’t want to push my luck.

“Excuse me? Excuse me! Do you mind? Could I?”

“Yes,” I said as the pink and brown … I think it was a dragon, I can’t be sure. Some kind of lizard. Anyway he was holding up his phone in the universal gesture.

Felicity stepped away from me and smiled as the guy in the suit stood next to her holding his phone up in front of them.

Noah? Please tell him to remove his paw from my buttocks before I —

“Hey!” I stepped behind the pair and grasped the guy’s forearm, pulling it away from Felicity’s butt, then I leaned in close to whisper in his — well, his costume head’s — ear. “What do you think I’ll do to you?”

The lizard’s head jerked toward me just as his camera went off, so he probably got a great picture of me sliding between him and Felicity with a scowl on my face.

I squeezed hard.

“Wha — what?”

“What do you think I’ll do to you for grabbing my girlfriend’s ass? I’ve been told I should try to exceed expectations.”

Yes, I used my Strength affinity and enjoyed feeling his bones grind together.

“Sorry — please —”

“I’m going to be keeping an eye on you,” I whispered. “Grope anybody else and I’ll shove your head up your ass.” I paused. “The big one.”

Felicity made her chuckling sound.

“The big head — the costume head,” I clarified. “Up your real butt. Understand?”

“I — I — understand, yeah, sorry, please, that hurts …”

I released him and stared as he hurried away, making sure he saw me watching every time he looked back.

Thank you.

I turned back to her once the lizard-guy was out of sight and she took my hand again, laying her other hand on my arm and pressing close.

“You don’t have to put up with that,” I whispered. “You can tell them off yourself without waiting for me … just no blood … please?”

It was a little disconcerting how much Felicity was relying on me to deal with others here — online she had no problem reacting to assholes.

I’d seen her make a dude cry so much he called his mom down to his basement to make Felicity stop being mean to him.

That he left his mike on and we got to hear her had been hilarious.

“Albert? Are you crying because a cartoon girl with cat ears was mean to you on the internet? I don’t care how many times she shot you, you’re thirty-four years old, Albert! That’s it! Shut off the computer — I’m taking the power cord until you get a fucking job!”

I guess, in retrospect, it was probably her basement.

Felicity shrugged, which made for an interesting movement of fur where she was pressed against my arm and I had to dig the nails of my other hand into the palm to concentrate on both not breaking her glamour and … well, anything, really — her fur was very soft.

Such is your role when I am with you — you are my protector here.

There was something odd about the words — not really heard, even mentally, but felt — but I couldn’t place it.

Felicity pulled away from me a little while I tried to figure out what that was. Usually her words came through as words, but an odd feeling had accompanied that — a feeling, not a word, but it felt like the start of a word.

Oh, and … I am your girlfriend?

“What?”

Where the fuck had that come from?

You told that young man that I was your girlfriend.

“No, I didn’t.”

You did.

Did I? Fuck. As soon as she’d said his hand was on her ass my vision had gone a little red and it had been hard to hear him over the pounding in my ears.

“I … maybe I thought he’d take it more seriously if he thought you were.”

Is that what you thought?

“I … don’t know?”

I see.

“I really don’t remember saying that.”

I really didn’t, and now she was distracting me from following up on that sense of something more I’d detected in her thoughts.

“Felicity, what was —”

“A ddeelllaaaKiiiinnnkiii! Mom! Mom! Bring the camera! There is a dellaKinki here! Mom!”

Twelve year old girls should not be getting that excited about a sexy catsuit, but here was one in cat ears with whiskers drawn on her face blocking our path and screaming over her shoulder at an older woman surrounded by three other face-painted little girls.

Felicity was already crouching, smiling with her arms spread wide to hug the girl for a picture.

I took a step back so my knees wouldn’t be in their picture and studied Felicity.

She really did seem to be enjoying the attention and, while her smile could seem somewhat forced with the adults, it was clearly genuine with the kids who asked for pictures. Genuine and — despite the gleaming, sharp fangs — beautiful.

How come you can hug the kids without breaking your glamour? I asked.

We had to be careful of that with the adults, and I was ready to throw my own glamour over Felicity and move anyone away from her if it happened, but Felicity was practically engulfing the kids in her arms.

Children still have faith, Noah. If it hasn’t yet been taken from them.

The latest crowd of admirers dissipated and Felicity took my arm again.

“You’re coming out of this as leader of a cult, aren’t you?” I whispered.

Felicity let go of my arm and squatted again, opening her arms to give another little girl a hug and pose for the first of what looked to be many more pictures, because every time those around us saw one person getting a photo, more got in line. We were at least moving forward … in about four yard increments.

Of course not. Cults are Melaina’s purview.

Chapter

There was a break in the convention programming from five to seven for attendees to eat before the nighttime sessions.

I took Felicity to the nice restaurant on the hotel’s top floor, grinning as three other people in costumes followed us onto the express elevator. I’d been a little worried about Felicity still being “in costume” for a fancy restaurant, but it looked like they were used to convention goers.

“For two?” the hostess asked as we approached.

I nodded. “By the window?”

“Of course, sir.”

Felicity and I followed her through the tables to one next to the windows looking out over the city. Sunset was still a long way off, so we were seeing the whole city, not just the lights.

“Wow,” I said, sitting down — and looking down, because the floor under the window tables was glass. “I hope you’re not afraid of heights —”

I looked up to find Felicity staring at me.

We kept it together for maybe a three-count before breaking up laughing.

“I —” I choked out. “I don’t want to have to call the fire department to get you down —”

Felicity’s eyes went wide, including her pupils, which opened up from slits to circles.

Her jaw actually dropped, exposing white fangs and pink tongue.

Morgan is correct, she told me, sniffing and looking up at the ceiling. You are an asshole.

We broke up again, getting us a raised eyebrow from the waiter who dropped off menus and water.

I shall have the most expensive of the fish.

I choked on another laugh and scanned the menu to find out what I was ordering for us.

For Felicity I ordered a bluefin Tartare appetizer and some kind of sea bass, while I got a big steak and lobster bisque.

Thank you for this, Noah.

“Thank you for being here with me.”

Felicity scanned the room.

I would not have thought of this — attending such an event in this way.

My eyes followed hers — and by that I mean I stared at her eyes the entire time. They were golden, with a slit pupil that seemed to expand and contract with her mood more than just the light. Everyone else would just think they were fancy contact lenses, but I knew they were real.

“Why not just go out all the time? You could be in this form but glamour yourself to look any way you wanted.”

Now Felicity’s eyes met mine.

I would not care to appear as a human in any guise other than my own.

I nodded. It would be like denying who she was. This form, her cat form — they were also who she was, but not as much as the human form she’d hidden for so long.

In this form, with this glamour — She ran a finger along her neck where there was a glamoured seam that disrupted the silky lay of her fur. — it is no more than a minor change. Much like the makeup glamours the others wear.

I licked my lips and cleared my throat, wondering if I should ask what I wanted to and deciding to go for it.

“Does this mean we can do this again? Spend time together with you in this form — maybe at home, even?”

Is this something you would desire?

There it was again, that sense of some other meaning below the words that came to my mind. I’d try to figure that out later, though.

“It is,” I said. “I love you as a cat, too, you know, so don’t stop that — and I’d like to spend time, someday, with you in your human form. One day. When you’re ready.”

Our entrées arrived and we spent a few minutes on our food.

You would require I wear clothing? In this form, at home?

Try not to be swallowing a chunk of beef when a pretty catgirl says things like that to you — your dick will try to take advantage of your choking to escape. Mine made a valiant attempt at scaling the inside of my underwear and was trying to pull down my belt before I recovered.

“At least —”

Ah … fuck.

What was I going to say to that? I’d been about to say, “At least glamour” — that would keep me from having unfortunate bouts of staring — but then I realized I still sort of wanted to pet Felicity in this form. She was still so catlike, and it would be nice to hang out on Mel’s couch watching movies and stroking that sleek fur.

But if all that was covering things was a glamour? Well, I’d almost certainly touch fur while seeing a t-shirt or something and that could break a glamour and next thing you know I’d be staring at nipples.

The thing was … I was pretty sure I was the only one who’d have a problem with Felicity running around as a naked catgirl all day. None of the other girls, Morgan included, would bat an eye — well, Sam would probably put an eye out with batting, but she had enough Healing now to fix it. And Felicity wouldn’t like wearing clothes, so it would be just me and my hangup making my dear friend do something she didn’t want to … or not use that form and stay a cat all the time.

When you get right down to it, Marvin argued, authorizing the naked catgirl is almost … noble.

I sighed. Shut up.

Sacrificing your own comfort and peace of mind so that those you love will be more at ease.

Shut up.

A humanitarian award could be in your future.

Shut up, already! I’m doing it!

Pervert.

“What?” I asked Felicity, who was staring at me with what looked suspiciously like the start of a smirk.

You were deep in thought for some time. I wonder what you were contemplating.

“I —” I sighed. “If none of the girls complain — I’ll try not to let it make me uncomfortable.” I pointed. “But don’t expect me not to look once in a while. That’s too much to ask.”

Felicity’s pupils widened.

You wish to look at me without clothing?

Fuck.

“That’s not —”

That’s not what you tell a pretty girl! my lizard-brain screamed. You’re about to tell a pretty girl you don’t want to see her naked? I know better than that and I’m a fucking lizard!

Felicity was staring at me intently.

In those times where you are certain every possible response will wind up with you in some kind of trouble, it’s best to go with the most embarrassedly heartfelt option.

“Felicity, I’ve been telling you all night you’re beautiful. There is no man on the planet who wouldn’t want to see you nude. The gayest gay queen in Gaydom would want to see you nude, just because you’re a fucking work of art that his palace should be lucky enough to be worthy of.”

I grinned as Felicity ducked her head in embarrassment.

See?

She’d been staring at me, confidant in having put me off-balance and embarrassed me, probably laughing it up inside — then I turned it all around by answering completely honestly.

“So, yeah, I’d enjoy seeing you without clothes every bit as much as I enjoy seeing my girls.”

Truly?

“Yep.”

You would enjoy seeing me without clothing as much as you do Samantha? Or Rachel or Cassandra?

I sighed — she was really going on about it — but nodded. “Yes.”

What of Morgan and Priscilla?

I snorted wine. “What?”

If we are ranking your desire to see women naked, I would rather we be thorough. I wish to know where I stand. You have ranked me, Samantha, Cassandra, and Rachel as equally desirable — what of Morgan and Priscilla? More so or less so?

“We aren’t —”

Fuck, how was I supposed to get out of this? How did I get from asking if we could do this again to seeing other girls naked?

Do you decline to say because one of them may be upset with their ranking?

“There’s no ranking!”

Felicity raised what passed for an eyebrow in this catgirl form.

Fuck!

“Neither! Not! I mean … not not! But not more either — and certainly not less!”

Fine, it wasn’t a secret that Morgan and Priscilla were initiatae, so, of course I’d be thinking about seeing them naked. That was completely expected and natural and —

And what of Hannah and Brittany?

“What?”

I wonder if your being denied them for a time serves to make them more or less desirable to see without clothing.

I stared at the cat-witch. Long and hard, but she simply stared back at me and I was in the same bind as with all the other questions — deny it? That would be stupid — I was working everybody hard to find a way to get them into our coven, which had a strong component of seeing them naked.

“The same,” I said, sighing. “You’re all beautiful and, yes, I would enjoy seeing any of you naked.”

My dick stirred at the thought of all those girls lined up and naked.

We should judge a competition.

Shut up, Marvin.

Think of the bribes!

At least this was over with now — I doubted Felicity would start going down a list of Willowmere students she’d never met, asking me if I wanted to see them without clothes.

And what of Melaina?