Needs of a Sorcerer

Sorry for taking so long to update this story, just too many distractions and interruptions to think strait.

Needs of a Sorcerer Chapter 10

Skirting the Issues

Marathe woke out of sound sleep on a camp pallet right up against the warm side of the deeply sleeping Sylvanus. It seemed his restless and eager nocturnal cat soul, craved a nice long run, along with a need for an empty bladder, and perhaps even a brief hunt for old time sake. The fact that the usually alert guardsman that supposedly guarded the camp sat snoring loudly with his back up against a tree, allowed Marathe to slip away easily from the fire and into shadows without being detected. Only then did the boy slip out of his cloths and transform into his smaller Cat form, instantly his acute senses quickly picked up the trail and scent of a large rabbit.

As he ran through the woods in his small cat form after the fleeing rabbit, he sent out a quick mind call to see if anyone of his clan were about, but got no answer. This close to the borders between countries there should be some sign of a clan watch. Unless the monstrous Cull Riders were about then those of the Clan went to ground for safety. Marathe shivered at the thought of his clan’s particular gruesome enemies and decided to make his little foray quick. He finally caught up to the rabbit with a prayer to the Goddess and an apology to the rabbits gentle animal soul, he dispatched it with a sure and swift mercy and returned to camp where he immediately transformed back and then followed it by taking a long leak against the base of the tree then quickly he cleaned his hands on a fresh patch of spicy sweet moss. The night was chill so shivering he promptly dressed back into his human cloths. He hung the carcass of the rabbit high on tree limb for their breakfast the next morning.

Calling on all his sensitive senses he made sure everything was as he left it at the campsite and then he quietly slipped back into camp with out being detected and quickly rolled himself back up in his deserted fur blankets and rolled over and embraced the sleeping Sylvanus for warmth. All at once he found himself on his back with Sylvanus on top of him as the sorcerer mouth pressed hungrily against his startled gasping lips. He eagerly inhaled the Sylvanus’ honey sweet breath right away aching for more attention, but he didn’t know how it could happen for the others were so close. Still holding the boy tightly with obvious lust, Sylvanus slides his teasing mouth away from Marathe’s and whispered, “So my little cat, did you go for a nice prowl in the woods? Surely you didn’t think I wouldn’t know for I felt the cold when you left me.” Came the sorcerer’s soft seductive chuckling low against his ear.

“Sorry Master I needed to go for a little exercise and a piss, plus I got a rabbit for our breakfast, forgive me I didn’t mean to wake you up sir or to worry you so.” Marathe whispered back to him.

“Well you did my naughty little hunter, I couldn’t get back to sleep with you gone from me for I worried about your safety and now to make matters even worse, now I am so horny that I will find it absolutely impossible to get back to sleep now, unless you assist me in my need… please my sweet little Puss?

“But how? The others are so close… we might wake them up!” Then suddenly Marathe had idea on how he might take care of his master without being seen. In a matter of seconds he found himself climbing beneath fur blankets and into darkness under layer after layer of his master full feminine skirts until he had crawled on his belly up as far as he go between the masters long slender legs. Then gently he let his small hand reach out in the darkness until his small hands made contacted with dainty lacey undergarment and then his probing fingers tenderly push aside the enclosing delicate lace until they found an heated and already impatient pulsing swollen shaft of male flesh and drew it carefully forth from its frilly nest of garments and lace and then Marathe began gently to stroke the soft silken flesh continually until it grew harder and more heated by the second. Causing it's owner immediately to stifle a moan of delight.

But the sorcerer couldn’t keep from letting out a low gasping sigh, while hissing with appreciation for already he began to leak tears of moisture as that part of him grew harder and harder as the boy’s small hands continued to work him with feverish enthusiasm. Marathe the little shifter knew immediately what he had to do next to please his master. And he did it without a second thought, some how he took the rod of hardening flesh deep down into his throat without choking, before he commenced sucking and licking it from top to bottom, until his sorcerer master Sylvanus was left trembling and quivering uncontrollably while covering his mouth with a fist, as he endeavor even harder to muffle his own moans and groans so not to rouse the others in the sleeping camp.

Marathe industriously kept up his actions for some time, but the boy knew instantly when it was going to happen for as his sucking mouth worked on ever more diligently, he also held the sorcerer fragile round fleshy spheres prisoner in his massaging fingers tips and he felt them twitch and clinch as Sylvanus came and filled Marathe mouth with salty cum and the boy drank it down like the finest wine not wasting even the smallest drop and licking his lips afterwards. Somehow the aroused sorcerer still managed to hush his own cries so he wouldn’t waken the others.

The next thing Marathe knew Sylvanus had grabbed a hold of him and pulled him out from under his many layers of females skirts and furs, until he once more held down the boy’s body with his own and kissed him over and over while stroking him until the little shifter knew nothing but the feel of those lips devouring his mouth and consuming his breathe. Next his clothing was roughly pull away from their proper places and instantly he was exposed to the chill of the night and his throat, shoulders, and loin received the absolutely full loving attention of the sorcerer’s mouth upon him, until he was left faint and mad with lust, but right at that point he didn’t even care if any one was awake and watching them he was so intoxicated with the sorcerer’s thorough and overwhelming undivided attention. He quickly spent his seed in the sorcerer’s amorous skilled mouth. Sylvanus seemed reluctant to withdraw his mouth away the boy flesh, but at last he did only to murmur and nuzzle his face tenderly against the boy’s cheek.

“ Sorry even though we might have been discovered I had to return and give back your gift, my most glorious sweet sexy kitten, your worth much more to me than I’d ever thought you be, your learning most swiftly, my darling, how to please me in every way, but please don’t ever leave me, for I don’t know what would do without you… likely I think I should die without you my little love.”

“Master don’t say things like that they frighten me,” All at once Marathe made a low purring growl and his mouth returned Sylvanus previous kisses furiously his sensitive cat senses noting that they both tasted intimately of each other, certainly there was nothing submissive about the boy’s wild animal mouth and tiny fangs that pressed eagerly to the sorcerer’s mouth, which left both their lips swollen and tender by the time they were done with each other. When their lips finally did tire from simple exhaustion, they quickly fell asleep happily in each other’s arms.

Ooooo

A pale dawn came quickly and cruelly, with little warmth. Lord Candice was first to wake… initially from the cold and then for the need to pass water. As he rose stiffly to relieve himself and wrapped his dark wool cloak tightly around his tall body and headed toward the dense woods. As he passed he noted the quickly failing weak camp fire, his eye were drawn even in the dim light to the sleeping pair beside it, who clung tightly together against the cold, yet even still half asleep he could tell more than just the cold held the pair together. Yet again the handsome deviate Sorcerer hand found himself another obvious lover, really more like a pet this time… undeniable, this pretty little youth was definitely a lot younger than the evil one’s usually male fare. Candice gave a huff of disgust as he past them; obviously his hell-spawned enemy would sink to any level to satisfy his perverted needs. They would be lucky if they managed to complete this mission before he and the beautiful damned Sylvanus came openly to blows. This situation between them both, had been foully brewing like an evil malignant poison potion for months now, and any time now he feared it would erupt in violence. The disgusting rumor around the palace was that the wanton sorcerer made it his hobby to torment the king on purpose and resist his advances, no matter how hard the king begged for his attentions. Surely someone should save the King from this rude and foul embarrassment; perhaps the king might even welcome Candice's intervention and the convenient demise of this evil powerful hell-spawned sorcerer that dared to hold his king in such wanton salacious thrall?

Candice reached the dark wood and quickly saw to business, then neatly with all his cloths in perfect place he returned and saw that Sylvanus was awake and building up the fire for warmth and breakfast, while next to him by the fire his little pet still lay curled up like a little animal in sleep with all the pair's fur blankets neatly placed over top of him.

“Ah Morning Lord Candice, did you sleep well, very soon now and before long I will have a hot rich camp brew ready, along with nice fresh cooked rabbit and toasted rolls for our breakfast.”

“My Lord Sylvanus the Sorcerer, surely, would it not be better to have guards or the driver prepare our morning meals… Servants not Lords should have to do the cooking, really it what they’re really for, is it not?”

“I decided to let them sleep, for we have several more days of hard riding to do before we arrive at border and our destination. Besides I like to cook I find it a easy satisfying skill and I don’t want to get rusty at it.”

“Oh how silly of me, I forgot before your dark demon Magic manifested, you were from the lowest peasant class and that in fact, simply a young handsome rogue and hustler that the king actually pulled you right off the filthy street. So tell me Sylvanus was it worth your soul, to become a high lord and weld your devil demon magic for your own king and country.”

“Go away, My Lord, for now, it’s much to early in the morning and I have no intention of trading nasty words with you, just for your own cruel amusement. When the food is ready I’ll let you know, along with the others… if you want it or not, fine that’s up to you? I prey you, give me peace for now.”

“Like you prey ever, effeminate… deviate bitch.” Then with a nasty smug chuckle, Candice strode arrogantly away back toward the carriage under which he had slept the night before to escape Lord Willy’s snores. Then he leaned down and pick up something from beside his make shaft pallet. It was a bottle of expensive potent and strong smelling whisky. He quickly pulls the stopper and took a drink and then another and another before he replaced the stopper and sat it back down.

Sylvanus thought to himself… whiskey hardly a healthy breakfast, especially for such an upright and upstanding citizen as Lord Candice the diplomat, but then he promptly laughed but with little humor for he found Candice’s overwhelming arrogance and superior attitude appallingly disturbing and degradingly rude.

The angry sorcerer found himself ruthlessly butchering the rabbit and prepared it for cooking, his annoyance at Candice’s attitude remained with him long after the man departed and lift him alone, there was a good part of him that wished he could just reduce the uptight righteous bastard to a fine burnt ash with the most simple of his magic’s or perhaps just physically strangle him until his vocal arrogance was silenced forever, but for present he must resisted such a notoriously evil impulse. Lord Candice was needed to complete the King’s mission despite his nasty pretentious airs… for now he would just have to put up with him, truly a prospect he didn’t look forward to with any enthusiasm, especially if the mission lasted far longer than they projected it would.