Chapter 802

Chapter 802: The Unbearable Protection

The Reliquary arranged two rooms for Jesse and the others. Greed took the smaller room for himself, leaving the larger one for Jesse and Vereesa.

This spacious and refined room felt exceptionally rare in Booty Bay.

The carved wooden chairs, dark brown carpet, wide cushioned bed, bookshelves, and wardrobe even reminded Jesse of the teachers’ quarters in the Wizard’s Sanctum.

He thought such comfort seemed misplaced during an adventure.

Watching Jesse inspect every corner, Vereesa wore a faintly proud smile—clearly her deliberate arrangement.

She hung her cloak, shed her outer layers, and sat beside him wearing only golden tree-patterned undergarments. Jesse drew a sharp breath seeing the subtle lines of her waist muscles. Suddenly, a thunderous snore shattered the moment.

Even through walls and over the clamor downstairs, Greed’s snoring pierced clearly.

Vereesa couldn’t help laughing. "Remember our trip to Kalimdor? Greed’s snoring frightened all the forest animals silent."

Jesse set the language of Kalimdor book on the nightstand. "Not just forest animals—even that Kodo barely made a sound the whole journey. Must’ve been terrified."

They shared a laugh. Vereesa climbed onto the bed beside him, eyeing the language of elements book. "If only you’d put a quarter of your elemental language effort into learning Sayaad… What, think it’s useless? Remember—countless Arcane chants are written in our tongue."

"I’m trying, Vereesa," Jesse smiled.

"Then prove it," she challenged. "Suppose you meet an honorable Quel’dorai, accidentally cast Shadow Magic, and enrage him. How would you explain?" She twirled a finger. "Arcane light’s already swirling in his hands!"

Jesse cleared his throat, flawlessly whispering in Sayaad: "Spare me, I beg you…"

"You’d say *that*?" Vereesa frowned, then realized where he’d learned it and smacked his forehead. "Don’t mimic me!"

"Fastest way to improve," Jesse muttered, rubbing his brow.

Vereesa laughed, clambered onto his chest, and pressed down hard.

Despite her slender frame and weasel-like agility in battle, her weight surprised him. Jesse coughed, locking eyes with her. Gradually, her smile faded.

"Where’s Molofeel?" she asked. "Don’t say she’s hiding here—I sense nothing."

"Why ask?" Jesse glanced toward the door. "She’s guarding the stairs. Booty Bay’s unsafe."

Vereesa lowered her head. "I don’t know, Jesse. I tell myself she’s just a demon—your summon, not a person. Yet I can’t dismiss her like some Felhound or demon bat. Every time I justify it, I recall her saving me: in Maraudon, Eldre’Thalas, Grim Batol… Remember Grim Batol?"

"Clearly," Jesse said.

"She caught me as we fell down that slope," Vereesa whispered. "Badly wounded, demon blood everywhere. Stone and fire elements swarmed us. I tried dragging her away, but she shook me off—‘no pity needed.’ Then when they charged? She shielded me without hesitation."

Jesse started to speak, but she stopped him. "I know it’s your command. You’ve said so. But…"

He understood. Even seasoned warlocks struggled to define a succubus: companion, pet, friend, lover, or tool. Perhaps they preferred the ambiguity.

"Stop her from protecting me," Vereesa commanded. "Lift the order, Jesse. This conflict only deepens."

"Then brace yourself," Jesse warned. "Without commands, she won’t lift a finger. I once saw a warlock’s succubus ignore his dying friend—one spell could’ve saved him. She’s a demon. She preserves me for the pact and magic, not affection… not as we know it."

"I know," Vereesa said. "Still, I won’t owe that demon more."

"Done," Jesse nodded.

The elf stayed silent before slowly settling against his chest.

Vereesa Windrunner’s embrace lacked softness—years of combat honed her lean frame. Beneath smooth skin lay inhuman resilience.

Yet now, all that strength yielded to him, clinging tight with unexpected tenderness.

Her whisper brushed his ear: "Her magic eye holds more than Arcane and Shadow. That flame? It’s life. Life’s fire… the Red Dragon Queen’s power. She stole it from you, didn’t she?"

"Yes," Jesse admitted.

"Unfair," Vereesa breathed. "Compensate me. Now."

He felt her slide down, warmth blooming where their bodies met, dampness spreading until they joined.

"Strange," she murmured, head bowed. "Deathwing’s conqueror… inside me." A smile flickered, then faded as Jesse’s slow thrusts made her brow furrow, eyes closing.

He watched her silver lashes tremble. "So you love me for killing Deathwing?"

"Hardly," she gasped, cheeks flushed. "Mostly because fantasizing this fool entering me? Effortless."