Needs of a Sorcerer

Warning: Male Animal on man action… BESTIALITY! Don ’t like, don’t read! G

Needs of the Sorcerer

Chapter 5 Home Safe in a Gentle Soft White Embrace

Half leaning on the big white cat, Sylvanus slightly numb from drink and shaky from being struck on the head somehow managed to make it back to the secret tunnel that lead into the castle and his private suite of rooms. The cat seem to sense right where the entrance was to the secret tunnel without being told…yes there was more to Puss than met the eye and very likely it was magical in its nature. Yet when they first met at the wild animal market he had failed to detect it in the little creature. Almost immediately when they reached his suite Puss quietly disappeared into Sylvanus bedchamber and curled up possessively on the center of the bed thoroughly cleaning his fur with a large long ruff tongue and then practically taking up the whole bed he abruptly went to sleep snoring quietly. Syl discovered this when he went to fetch his sleeping robe from his closet, after taking a potion for his aching head. Before turned in for the night he planned to take a quick soak for he hated going to sleep dirty. It got to be a regular habit for him, especially in the past when he took a steady stream of lover to his bed and he liked to smell sweet for them.

When he got back from his soak he discover that Marathe in his cat shape had moved over to the other side of the large bed allowing him to sleep on the side he usual slept on… he was starting to come to the conclusion that his shifter companion was a mind reader and it made him wonder what other powers he had, that he had yet to be revealed. Syl was more than a little disappointed that the big white cat hadn’t turned back in to his pretty little boy form, for he would be a lot more comfortable and less nervous sleeping beside the soft passive youth, than the now unnaturally huge fierce aggressive white panther whose fangs were as long as his fingers. Yet the animal seemed to have a protective affection for him that seemed strange and most alarmingly intense.

Despite his doubts and tribulations, an exhaustedly Sylvanus finally climbed into the bed under the covers and lowered his head on pillow beneath him. He tossed about for several minutes trying to relax and get comfortable, and then he suddenly heard it. It was a delicate soft deep purring sound that seemed to sink into his body as well as his ears and he felt himself starting to relax in spite of his anxiety… the lulling sound was coming strongly from his cat companion and he felt himself slowly falling deeper and deeper into the relaxing fog of restful sleep and he couldn’t resist it, even if he wanted to. So Puss it seemed did have other powers as well. Syl slide into deep sleep with a smile on his face.

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Sometime later Sylvanus woke shivering for he was naked the blankets and covers were gone from his body. Then all at once a huge fury weight suddenly lay on top of his belly and chest and he found he was unable to move to free himself. Then a large very ruff tongue swept over his face from throat to forehead over and over, before a large fanged animal mouth pressed eagerly over his mouth and began to sucked away his breath till he started to feel more than a little lightheaded. The large ruff tongue stole its way inside his mouth tasting him like a skilled lover and sliding down his throat, surprising the beast’s breath was more like a human’ s and not like a wild beast that he appeared. A quick Sweep of the cat’s tongue and Sylvanus found himself groining and panting when large white paws with their claws retracted rolled repeatedly over his nipples till they grew swollen, taunt, and hyper sensitive. Then the paws were replaced by a rough wet cat tongue, which began laving and caressing each nipple over and over till Syl couldn’t keep from whimpering and thrashing about as he became more and more aroused. The sound of laughter slipped unannounced into his mind and a low seductive voice chuckled inside his head, “be still my sweet tasty human or I just might hurt you in my overpowering lust and need… be still my love, let me take what is mine and I will endeavor not to hurt you if at all possible,” and then a laugh and growl both formed in his mind.

A thrusting fur covered body slide sensually over Syl nakedness and he heard a tormented groan and realized it was coming from his own mouth. As the large furred covered animal head gently nudged and forced its way between Sylvanus legs parting them even further apart. Then a heated breath surrounded his genitals just before that long wet and rough animal tongue took his sex and balls captive and drew them wholly and carefully into his fanged mouth and then that fanged mouth began to suck on him strongly… and act that is not usually done by animals. Animals usually lick but rarely suck unless devouring certain parts of their prey. Puss’ skilled seductive tongue seemed to know just what to do to cause Sylvanus to grow wild and half-mad with desire for Puss’ tongue didn’t give up on him until he screamed out his climax and spilled his seed down the animal throat. Where upon the animal consumed every bit of the spilled seed and proceeded to rolled him over on his belly, and began to lick the globes of his bottom and the crack of his ass clean as if they were an irresistible tasty treat too. That sexually tormenting and unnaturally long sensual abrasive tongue wasn’t quite done with him just yet. It drove deeper into the crack of his ass until it found the tight hidden bud of his puckered rose. Then the laving tongue slides over and around it and then probed deeper and deeper inside it, and proceeded to stretched him wide open for what was to come. At the same time the tirelessly teasing appendage licked his prostate over and over until he screamed and pathetically begged the cat-shifter for more and more attention.

Again a voice came into his mind with a growling purr, “Please relax my darling human I would not have you bleed or be torn apart by my lust for you, obey me love you must relax thoroughly for I would not hurt you for anything in the world my dear Syl.”

“ By the Goddess, Puss take me now I am yours!”

“Your truly sure about this, I wont force you, my sweet beautiful sorcerer?” Came the words in his mind.

“Damn-it Puss I am sure!” Panted Syl!

Sylvanus cried out as a hard thick semi-furred thing was carefully thrust deep inside his channel until it couldn’t go any further. Then the probing thing grew still and motionless until the insides of his body got use to it being there and they gradually loosened around the animal shaft. A wickedly impatient Sorcerer thrust up against the great hard thing that had buried itself inside him for he sought to coax it to action… immediately. A beastly possessive roar came from his companion and the all at once the creature began to pound strongly and wildly into him without mercy, but Sylvanus found to his dismay he wouldn’t have it any other way, he wanted the beast as much as the beast wanted him. When the ultimate climax arrived, they came together violently the cat snarling and howling and the sorcerer both whimpering and groaning in unrestrained ecstasy, as the beast’s hot seed burst forth within his throbbing channel, while Syl’ own massive expulsion of cum soaked the bed covers beneath him.

In an exhausted state of exquisite rapture, Sylvanus the Sorcerer found himself unable to move even if he wanted to. It was almost as if he had been drained of some of his magick as well as being fucked soundly to the point of utter depletion. In the past it was always him that did the draining, now it appeared to be the dominant Cat-shifter, who was in complete control. An exhausted smile ghosted over the Sorcerer face, for he realized that with this new lover he didn’t have to fear stealing his life force of to the point of death and that pleased him.

All at once he was wrapped tightly in white furry embrace and the cat’s head and face nuzzled against him intimately, as if it endeavored to inhale his scent and keep it captive right there with him. A well satisfied Sylvanus found himself slowly slipping into sleep; while the cat’s large ruff tongue began to move over him cleaning him free of the pairs mingled seed. Sleep took the Sorcerer completely, as his hand tightly clutched a handful of the mysterious beast's soft silken white fur and finally Syl knew nothing.