Needs of a Sorcerer

Needs of the Sorcerer Chapter 2 Fireball

When Sylvanus and his new pet reached the north tower of the Castle and his private suite of rooms, he was dismayed to discover that his magical ward had been by-passed, for as he lay one slender elegant hand against the door to insert the key he received a immediate shock. Instantly he focused and called fire until it became a small swirling sphere in his palm, while at the same time he focused his mind and sent the little shape-shifter by his side his thoughts. “Beware My darling Puss, we have an uninvited guest in side waiting for us.” The Sorcerer felt the animal tense and make a low growl in reply. Then Sylvanus unlocked the door and they entered. He was prepared to throw the sphere of flame if they were suddenly attacked, but the first room his study was empty of intruders. He released Puss leash and with a growl the animal charged into his bedchamber with a loud hissing growl… the growling continued, it was obviously his little kitty had something or someone cornered. Getting ready to throw the fireball, Sylvanus charged into the bedchamber after the cat to find a very familiar handsome elegant dressed grinning courtier standing leaning against the window frame on a high wide windowsill just out of the cat’s reach.

“I dare say Syl love please call off you pretty white Kitty, he appears to want to savage me with those very long fangs of his…. beside is this anyway to treat you dear favorite sovereign?”

“Sandor? My Lord I thought we were meeting later tonight?”

“We were my beautiful sorcerer, but this evening I need to cancel for unavoidable diplomatic reasons, so I decided to visit you now for I was concerned about you, you seemed so unhappy the last time we talked. Syl darling are you aware, that fireball you have hovering over your palm is growing quite large and glowing brighter, does that mean you’re truly glad to see me, or god forbid is it about to explode?”

“Oh shit, I forget I conjured it, I need to get rid of it right away before it blows us all to kingdom come!” Then with instantaneous cry of power the sorcerer sent the fireball away from him directly out the window only inches from Sandor’s head, for the king cried out in alarm when he felt the intense heat pass over him. Seconds later the fireball exploded harmlessly high over the castle.

“Sorry Highness, I was distracted and surprised to see you, hopefully I didn’t set you on fire or damage you?”

“Ah, Lovely Sylvanus when I am around you I always feel a great smoldering fire, but unfortunately for me you absolute refuse to allow me to do anything about it. That fireball came awful close to me, I think for startling me so bad, you owe me a nice long kiss… so what do say love?” He said with naughty smirking smile that had lust written all over it.

All at once the small fierce white panther with a deafening shrieking roar leaped up and swiped out with a single vicious clawed paw and caught hold of one heel the king’s knee high fancy leather boots and dragged the man down out of the windowsill with crash. Had Sylvanus not moved forward caught hold of king and broke most of his fall with his own body, still the man some how managed to hit his head against the side of the wall hard enough to knock him out. The unconscious king lay there momentarily dazed and stunned by the fall, his now messy auburn hair head spread over the sorcerer lap in long thick silken waves. The sorcerer stared at that relaxed face he was reminded how truly handsome his friend the king was… and he thoroughly regretted they could never be more than friends. The long fingers of sorcerer’s hand ran unconsciously through silken auburn curls, as he turned and spoke to his new pet.

“Really Puss that wasn’t necessary, you don’t need to protect me from him, he is desperate and ridiculously horny but he’s not dangerous I promise, and actually I have some affection for my old friend, despite his efforts to coax me into his bed, which will never happen I promise… now be a good sweet kitty and back up and be good and let me see to him.” As Sylvanus spoke to the white cat, intelligent green eyes never left his face and he was quite sure the animal understood every word he said. As he finished speaking the animal made a soft mewling purr and backed up and sat down further back out of the way, but he never took his green-cat eyes away from the sorcerer and the downed king.

Sylvanus used one single slender elegant hand and gentle patted the king’s cheeks until he was fully conscious and his bright sparkling gray eyes wide open and aware. A Smile came on the man’s devilish mischievous face especially when he realized that his head was resting in the sorcerer lap. A large ringed hand reach up with possessive affection and stroked Sylvanus long black hair and the side of his face.

“Now Syl that’s two kisses you owe me, one for half toasting me with your fireball and the second for allowing that beautiful jealous white kitty, who appears to be trying to reduce the competition for your affection. Come now just a couple of small kisses, you know I wont give up until I get them, so why don’t you just make me happy and I’ll let you alone till the next time.” Came a soft low naughty chuckle.

Sylvanus felt himself grow warm and flushed and his aching need stirred and flared up wildly as his male sex throbbed violently under his feminine robes. All at once he wanted Sandor to kiss him just to feel the man warm lips press back against his own, no mater how dangerous it was if he lost control. Suddenly an overpowering impatience took hold of the sorcerer, he didn’t wait for the king to kiss him. He leaned down and pressed his full lips to the king’s royal ones. The kiss became longer and something more than the usual quick kiss, when Sylvanus allowed his tongue to play teasingly inside the king’s mouth. A desperate wanton sound came from the panting king lying in his lap when the sorcerer found himself biting and sucking avidly at the man’s tender soft lips until they became swollen and flushed bright red from the extra attention. A breathless Sylvanus freed the king’s lips so they both could finally breath.

“Oh god! Syl love how unfair of you, what are you doing to me… I want you even more than before, why must you torment me like this and then refuse to give me relief?”

“My King must I remind you, I am a powerful terrible evil sorcerer and it’s very dangerous to make love to me. I could kill you in process, surely you don’t want to die?”

“Your not evil why do you say that, you’re the most beautify person I know. Sometimes I think death would be almost worth it, just to bed you once my darling! Said a wistful Sandor; his constant enduring lust seemed to make his lively gray eyes even brighter.

“Well, Darling, it’s not going to happen ever, no matter how desperate and needy I am right now, I refuse to take my best friends life for a nights of simple selfish passion, so I suggest you don’t hold back your need and go seek another much safer lover to satisfy you… and don’t tell me, my randy king, that you wouldn’t get many willing volunteers for such a glorious positions with but a single wave of your royal ringed hand.”

“Yes, Syl that’s the problem those many willing volunteers get off more on fucking the king than they do the man, and… and after all their not you. By the way I thought you were going to take care of your own needs by purchasing something young and pretty for your bed, while trying to keep it alive in the process. Instead I found you bought a big white cat that wants to eat me and not in the particular way I ‘d desire to be eaten, or have you suddenly acquired a deviate taste for beasts my lovely sorcerer?”

“Really must you be so filthy my Lord King… the fact is I tried but found nothing worth my notice accept Puss for my gold, for now lets just say there is more to my intelligent little Kitty than meets the eye, besides my deviate tastes are my own business or My king do plan to dictate to me who or what I can take or not take as my lovers.” Abruptly a very annoyed Sylvanus got swiftly to his feet with a swish of his long robes and letting his illustrious king fall back prone against the floor with loud clunk.

“Damn-it, Syl that hurt… sometime you can be such an evil bitch!”

“And you sir, can be such a bossy royal pain in my ass!”

All at once the pretty white kitty in question decided to rise and quickly approached the royal downed personage and plopped all his weight right down on the man with huge white paws resting on his chest and began to lick every inch of his face with a long ruff tongue, which left his fierce fangs and warm breath only mere inches from Sandor’s face. A long white fluffy tail coiled tightly around the king’s muscular thigh, and then made it’s way slowly upward erotically and playfully toward the junction between the man’s legs. Sandor groaned in alarm and managed get out, “Syl why is he doing this, I thought he hated me?”

“Well my lord, I think perhaps he changed his mind,” Said Syl unable stop laughing at the sight of the cat on top of his king, but it also made the sorcerer wonder how truly virginal the cat actually was in his boy form for certainly that fluffy long tail seemed to know truly what it was about to do the vulnerable king. The white tail having reaching its goal started to press and stroke wildly through the kings clothing and massage the royal jewels until the king tossed about wildly and whimpered in very obvious arousal. Sylvanus reached down and placed his hand on the cat’s head and stroked his head once or twice, before the cat-like green eyes turned and looked up at him and Syl ordered quietly, “Enough Love!” With that the substance of the shape-shifter shimmered and transformed once more into slender naked boy, who quickly got off the king and ran frantically and embraced Sylvanus tightly burying his nuzzling beautiful face against the sorcerer’s chest and purring softly, as if Puss sought approval for his recent actions.

The breathless panting king got slowly to his feet, and moved toward them with somewhat alarmed shocked expression on his face, yet at the same time the kings personal feelings about the situation were hard to read. Sylvanus wondered did his highness think his selection of a shape-shafting pet a disgusting poor choice to warm his bed? All at once it was Sylvanus who was startled when he found himself and the boy both embraced in the king's long arms and the king whispered with laughing amusement against his ear, “Ah! Alas, My sweet Syl, the cats out of bag so to speak and the secret revealed, I at last know who my true competition for your affection will be now … it pleases me and I hope you’ll be very happy…but know always I will always be jealous of your lovers who or whatever they maybe. Hopeful you will still retain some affection for me! With that King Sandor placed a kiss on Sylvanus smiling full mouth and then a second one on the little shape-shifter pink mouth too. Then sadly he stepped back away from them as if he didn’t belong there, and started toward the door.

“Please Sandor don’t go you’ll always be my friend, of course I have great undeniable affection for you… but we can’t… I have needs that must be fulfilled otherwise as your sorcerer I’d be useless to you in times of danger or your enemies threaten. I must be there to protect you and your land. This new little lover is the insurance I need to retain my power surely you know that?”

“Yes Syl I know, I know and likely I will be needing your power and abilities soon, for tonight I am sitting in with my counselors to discuss a danger to our eastern border, for two of our neighbors have decided to join together in order to take what is ours for their own use.”

Sylvanus and Sandor were so involved in their conversation they were unaware of the serious unhappy frown that came on the little shape-shifter face when the king mentioned
the eastern border.

“Sandor why don’t you sit and tell me more about this trouble on the eastern border.”

“I can’t now Syl for after your pets activities I am forced to go and change before my meeting starts, but I promise we’ll meet for lunch or dinner or whenever I can get away.”

The king and sorcerer embraced as friends then the king departed quietly with out another word, all the while Puss still clung tightly to the sorcerer, as if he was afraid to let go.