Needs of a Sorcerer

Needs of the Sorcerer Chapter 3 Fun with Puss

Sylvanus gently stroked aside the wild white hair that fell in the boys pretty face and discover a tiny red leaf had gotten tangled in a lock of the thick wild fur-like hair along with bits of dirt and other debris. And even the boy’s small bare feet were covered with a thin layer brown of dust almost to the knees. Puss needed a good thorough bath now. As far as that went, Sylvanus could use one too for the hem of his robes were coated in same layer of brown dust, so only the Goddess knew where else his body was covered with it too.

“Come along my sweet we need to have a good long soak in hot water pool in my bath chamber, for you are a very dirty little boy.”

A soft his hissing screech came from the little shape-shifter and he backed up away from Syl.

“Oh! Dear Puss, your afraid of water aren’t you?”

In reply came a soft “Yowl” and a gentle nod of his white fur covered head.

“Damn I wish you could talk me, I can’t keep calling you Puss… I’d like to know your real name, the one your family calls you, especially now we are going to share a hot bath and I am going scrub your back and wash your lovely hair with scented soap. Please little one come to me and let know you trust me.” Sylvanus said leaning down to appear less threatening to the youth, then all at once the boy ran over to him and embraced him and Sylvanus felt the boy’s warm breath against his ear and then came a soft voice that at first he thought he was imagining, which said a single low purring word “Marathe!” Syl was stunned to motionless silence. Then the low enticing voice whispered again this time with more words, “My Lord Sorcerer my name is Marathe, before I only cleansed my body in cold shallow streams under open skies and under trees, the find the thought of hot water is just a bit unnerving.”

“Marathe you can speak, what a lovely name why didn’t you speak before little one.”

“I suppose my Lord I was frighten, I had been held captive for so very long in a cage I got in a habit of bring silent, it seem safer not to speak and appear more like mindless animal, until I could find away to escape back to the eastern wood and my clan.”

“How old are you boy twelve, thirteen in human years?”

“NO, I am sixteen in human years, but I have yet to receive my first major adult growth spurt, which is triggered by certain special unique conditions. But in my cat form I am always much larger.”

“Well thank the goddess, I am far less of a pervert for wanting you than I first thought. Do you hate me boy for purchasing you from the market for my bed.”

“At first I suppose I was, but now my natural empathic instincts and sensitive senses especially smell, tell me my beautiful Lord Sylvanus, that I am suppose to belong to you for now… that you will teach me and make me grow strong and powerful as adult shifter and as a male of my clan… and I think you wont hurt me on purpose like some others might do”

Sylvanus’ need for intimacy and closeness was unbounded, and almost painful, he knew he should probable wait and give the lovely shifter time to get use to the idea of being in his bed, but this time right or wrong he couldn’t wait not another day or even a minute.

“Then come Marathe my dear Puss it time for us to bath and get to know each other much better, I will teach you to enjoy hot water like I do as well as a few other things. I hope you don’t mind me calling you Puss with affection, for it seems to have become a habit with me.” Said Syl with a chuckle.

“Never, my Sylvanus, call me what you will, for I will come always to protect and serve you in your bed and out of it, for I belong to you my lord sorcerer, not because you paid gold for me, but because I think truly I want to belong to you.”

They rose to their feet together still embracing; their strange bond seemed to grow stronger the more they communicated. Almost as if they could read each other’s thoughts and feelings. And for once a happy Sylvanus didn’t feel so very much alone and lonely and that made him smile.

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After the two playfully washed and scrubbed each other backs and bodies, each shampooed the others hair. It was as if they had been friends forever, quickly they even grew comfortable with each other’s nakedness. Sylvanus and Marathe sat soaking and relaxing in the hot water pool, when suddenly out of the blue Sylvanus ask quietly for his curiosity got the better of him. “Marathe, my darling, are you a virgin?”

“Yes and No Syl!” Marathe said with chuckle of amusement, which seems to make him sound more like an adult than a youth of just sixteen years. It seemed obviously that shifters matured somewhat differently from humans.

“My darling. I fear you must explain how both is possible, normally for humans that not possible, either one is or isn’t.”

“In cat form I am not a virgin, for Puss as you call him, apparently got busy while out prowling one night, but in my human form I am untouched.”

“Well my little half-virgin, I will happily resolve that situation for you tonight if you let me with your permission of course Marathe.”

“I fear most enchanting beautiful of sorcerers, that I couldn’t stop you now even if I actually wanted to, and I don’t…want to stop you, for I think you have be-spelled me utterly with your beauty and magick, a along with your many other glorious charms so I would never say no.”

Suddenly boy’s bright flirting green eyes and smug grin made Syl’s need and passion soar. The sorcerer wanted to kiss the pretty boy passionately over and over till he whimpered and begged for more, “Come close to me my dear Marathe for I would touch you, and show you many delightful pleasing things if you let me,” Came Sylvanus’ quiet siren seductive voice and he motioned for the boy to come nearer to him. Shivering in anticipation the little shifter moved closer, feeling both wanton and anxious at the same time as he sat close beside the sorcerer in the pool. When Syl took hold of the boy and pressed his fiery full mouth gently to his inhaling his warm breath the boy moaned eagerly offered up his soft sweet pink mouth submissively letting the sorcerer take charge of him as he desired. The enthusiastic heated kiss was very long and left them both panting breathlessly, and then all at once Sylvanus’ accomplished hands seemed to everywhere on the boy’s naked flesh at once, which cause Marathe to gasp, cry out, and purr uncontrollably as he became more and more aroused and excited by the sorcerer long slender graceful moving hands that left no part of him untouched, unawakened, or unexplored for very long.

Marathe sat limply making low soft animal noises in Sylvanus’ lap… his back rested again sorcerer’s naked wet chest and shoulders, meanwhile his head twisted and tossed back and forth with impatient reckless desire, as his innocence was slowly and gently striped away from him piece by piece. The eager boy willing spread his legs wider apart offering up his painful hard shaft and his most tender parts to the skillfully rhythmic stroking of Syl’s left hand. While the long fingers of Syl’s right hand’s became quickly covered with a slick sweet smelling lotion and began to probed tirelessly in and out of the little shifters tight virgin channel. Each and every time those fingers seemed to reach further and deeper inside him till they found that special area of hypersensitivity and stroked it repeatedly making Marathe cried out in mindless ecstasy and spilled his seed over sorcerer’s left hand and into the hot water as well. Even when Marathe’s flushed swollen exquisitely tormented little cock became flaccid and spent, Sylvanus kept loving possession of it in his warm palm, while his thumb continued to caress the head and tease the sensitive slit. This caused the little shifter to arch violently upward into the hand that held him, and he gasped panting out … “Oh! Please master Sylvanus I want you inside me… right now!”

“Then relax my little love and let me take you slowly, so I wont harm you.” Said Sylvanus as he carefully removes his lotion-covered fingers from the little shape-shifter’s loose and fully prepared throbbing opening. With almost unnatural magical strength the embracing sorcerer, Sylvanus, took hold of Marathe’s body and gently lifted him up and then cautiously lowered him down on to his own eager cock, which stood high hard away from his body. When just the hard red flushed head of Syl’s cock finally breached the whimpering boy’s tight opening, abruptly Syl’s hot forceful hands tightly grabbed hold of the boy’s slender narrow cut hips and dragged him down slowly and gradually on to remainder of his cock, until every last inch of him was fully inserted inside the boy as far as it could go. Marathe like a small angry animal panted growled, groaned, and grunted in combination of both pleasure and pain as he rode upon that hard thing that had buried itself so entirely inside him to the hilt.

Sylvanus even though needy and impatient after three long years of abstinence, managed to hold himself back and patiently allow his new little no-longer virgin lover to get use to the heated, hard, engorged thing that had been placed within him. Then after a brief time Sylvanus felt the boy relax just enough around him so he could move. Then the sorcerer gave into his own aching need and began to thrust and plunge strongly, as he repeatedly hit that bundle of nerves inside the boy over and over until Marathe begged and plead loudly for more while thrusting upward just as wantonly to receive him. Finally they came together sweating and panting with exhaustion while crying out simultaneously in ecstasy as they continued to thrashing fiercely against each other spilling their seed in an endless marathon, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other or the act they performed. At last done, and done in, yet utterly satisfied the spent lovers lay in each other arms half in and out of the water.

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Shriveled like prunes for being too long in the hot steaming water, the lovers, Sylvanus and Marathe, washed away all the signs of their coupling from each other and then left the pool and began to dry off.

Marathe learned to his dismay when he started over to help Sylvanus’ dry his long raven hair that walking was a somewhat of a painful chore, especially after losing one’s virginity. He started to stumbled and very nearly fell on face, accept that the sorcerer though weakened from his long hiatus from pleasure, caught hold of him just in time and manage to save him. But the sorcerer too nearly fell on his ass in the process. Momentarily they stood holding on to each other to stay upright, and then they found themselves laughing like silly children at their present ridiculous state. Finally steady on their feet and totally dry, or as close to it as they could get under the present conditions, the still naked pair manage to walk hand in hand into Sylvanus’ kitchen to seek out his well stocked larder and to find something to eat for they both hungered after their previous highly energetic activity.