Needs of a Sorcerer

Needs of Sorcerer Chapter 6 Sweet Mystery, King and Country

Sylvanus woke out of a sound sleep, as a weight bore down on his chest and small slender fingers clutched almost painfully tight around his waist. Instantly he remembered the night before and the great large tireless seductive white cat beast that took him and whispered enticing compelling words inside his head and he remember too, how all too easily he willing surrender to the creatures desires and needs… he hadn’t been raped, but skillfully seduced… in every delightful since of the word.

Immediately when he opened his eyes, he saw the white beast was gone and resting in his place on top of his chest was the familiar white haired boy … a sexy gloriously naked beautiful boy… but even he wasn’t the same as before… just like the Cat beast, Marathe had mysteriously transformed overnight and grown seemingly a head taller and was now more the willowy long legged youth, who surprisingly if it were possible, seemed even more striking than he was before.

Perfect pouting deep rose lips rested inches from Syl’s bare chest. The sorcerer suddenly discovered that nothing would satisfy him more than kissing those lovely sleeping poised lips or anything else he could reach until the boy woke and moaned in pleasure under him. Whereupon he rolled the boy tenderly on to his back and covered his body with his own, and the he proceeded to shower the boy’s shoulders, throat, and mouth with eager enthusiastic kisses and teasing bites. Marathe sighed and woke with a naughty smile of pleasure on his face and quickly wrapped his arms around Sylvanus neck and tangling his fingers in the sorcerer pitch black hair and totaling yielding himself up most agreeably too the sorcerer’s amorous ministrations.

Just as Sylvanus became deeply and more and more intensely indulgently involved in making serious love to the willing deliciously whimpering youth in his bed, the bedroom door flew open and loudly crashed back against the wall, as three men with swords drawn charged in without warning into the room. Even before Syl finished the kiss he started, instinct made him call to his magick for protection, and then he heard a familiar furious male voice. Quickly then he was forced to squelch it before it formed a dangerous wave of force.

“Damn-it Syl I have been knocking and pounding on your outer door for well over a half hour. I was worried that something awful happen to you, when you didn’t answer…I had my guard force down the door… now I see what you are up to!”

Sylvanus gentle rolled off the boy and sat up as the bedclothes fell down an away barely covering his hips and loins. Leaving the sorcerer creamy white alabaster flesh draped only in his long shinny raven hair, while the alarmed and embarrassed Marathe swiftly buried himself deep under the bed covers. Syl with a frown of annoyance at being interrupted found himself staring back at King Sandor’s expression of relief. In contrast the two huge elite grinning guardsmen, seemed much amused at seeing the king’s infamous sorcerer in such a delicate and vulnerable state of undress.

“Surely My Lord, you might have consider the fact that I might have been busy spell casting and or I didn’t want to disturbed… instead of rather crudely impatiently having your two goons break through my wards and my door, these cruel grinning ruffians and their like, who seem to have nothing better to do than mock your highnesses’ sorcerer endlessly behind your back with out mercy.”

“My lovely beautiful Sorcerer, you know how impatient I can be… even if you were busy and involved with your art or … or anything else! I have the need of your opinions and services right now. Come now Sylvanus you know my guardsmen are not goons or ruffians, but loyal obedient officers, don’t blame them for what I ordered them to do.”

“Yes Loyal and obedient to you My Lord, as for me they hatefully choose to constantly deride, scorn and tease me at every opportunity!”

“Really my saucy sorcerer that’s not it at all, they are sexually infatuated with you
even the straight ones, as well as the ones like me, and truly they wouldn’t mind climbing under your long silken robes and have their way with you until to your left smiling instead of wearing that cold perpetual frown of late. Of course I threaten them with death by beheading if they dared to lay one hand on you against your will. Also I warned them that you were a dangerous lover not to be trifled with and that many had already died from your touch, but I am not sure they truly believed me… now with them seeing you with this new little boy, I am quite sure they think their king is full of it…or just saving you for his own pleasure, perhaps it would have been better if you accepted your king’s offer of relief.” When he was done speaking, he ordered the two guards to wait for him in the hall, immediately they saluted their king then once more they simultaneously grinned sarcastically at Sylvanus and left the room.

“Lord Sandor I am furious, I thought you were my friend, now I hear that you have been gossiping about my person, as if I was one of castle live-in whores. If you weren’t the high king and I didn’t wish to keep my dignity as your sorcerer… I would slap you silly for daring to blatantly talk about me behind my back,” Said Syl angrily as he pounded his delicate long slender hands down on the bed with a very feminine fury.

“Then Syl my Darling bitch, if you wish to keep your dignity I suggest you cover your naked body, for you are making me hard just looking at you!” Said the King in an annoyed loud voice, as he slowly circled the bed and made his way to Marathe’s side of the bed and suddenly torn the blankets from the hiding boy and exposed him to his sight. Sandor cried out in shock and fury for the very small body he was expecting wasn’t there, instead he found a beautiful much older taller youth… where was the pretty little boy he was expecting… surely the little shifter wasn’t dead already… was he? Angry the king reached out and roughly grabbed a handful of Sylvanus black hair and dragged him across the bed over this new youth’s naked body.

“By the Gods Syl, please tell me you haven’t taken another lover already? After just
fucking that beautiful little boy to his death already like some vile demon slut… I didn’t think you capable of such an awful deed! In spite of your terrible recent need.” Angry King Sandor continued to pull cruelly on Sylvanus hair in the effort to drag the truth out of the sorcerer, and then in a fury he reached out to slap his old friend for he wanted the truth even if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But then all at once the handsome naked youth reached up and grabbed his hand so the slap couldn’t be completed. The king found the youth surprising strong for his delicate slender size and form.

“Please My Lord don’t hurt him he did nothing wrong, I am the same boy you met before, I am Marathe, the same shifter who can turn into a white panther when it is permitted by the joined animal soul that is a shared part of me. Having sex with Syl caused me to experience a growth spurt, which is natural for my species…it how we mature and become adults. Please if you must hurt someone hurt me, it my fault this happened, beautiful Sylvanus was not to blame I assure you King Sandor.” The king all at once recognized the same white fur like hair and then he reached down and stroked it over and over to reassure the youth, at the same time he couldn’t help but admire the slender naked flesh spread out before him, Sylvanus the Sorcerer should keep a close eye on this lovely creature or he just might steal this beautiful one away from the sorcerer and keep the youth for himself.

“Well Sylvanus love, we have been friends so long, truly, I owe you a apology, for saying those terrible things about you. Can you forgive me, I would hate to loose your friendship, magical abilities, and your Intelligence counsel over my stupid mistake.”

“I suppose my king I could forgive you, if you promise not to talk about me with your men, but it might take some time for me to get over being called a demon slut. At least I know now that you know, I am a dangerous for you to love, so you will refrain from trying to kiss me like you frequently did before… wont you?

“Who says Syl, it amuses me to try steal kisses from you every now and then. The danger only makes it even more exciting, my beautiful powerful and perilous sorcerer.”

As the smiling king spoke he continued unconsciously to run a hand through Marathe’s white hair and when he started to flirt with Sylvanus like he usually did, his other hand slowly slide down the side of the boys face and throat and then a skilled finger traced a slow teasing path over the soft skin to one of the boy dark rose nipples and circled it with delicate precession. A soft whimpered moan from Marathe warned Sylvanus, what his sensual and overly amorous king was up to.

Instantly the sorcerer seized hold of the kings moving hands and pulled them one at a time away from Marathe then he gentle covered the boys quietly shiver body with the blankets. To distract the king even more Sylvanus got up from bed purposely calling on his feminine charms and swaying sinuously completely naked while clasping one of king large hand and quickly leading him away from the bed and the boy. A soft groan of pleasure came from the thoroughly fascinated king and he felt the king’s eyes never leave his exposed form not even for a second. As they passed a chair in the room on the way to door Syl paused and called to the king, “Please my Lord would you pass me that scarlet silk robe on the chair that is right beside you, I am starting to get very cold, we will go in my study I will get us a nice strong brandy to warm or bellies, and you will tell what was so important that you had to intrude on me and my lover in such a noisy vulgar manor and then perhaps I will decide whether I will forgive you or not.”

His royal highness seemed disappointed that the stunning show was over. For he hesitated several long minutes before handing the robe over to the sorcerer with a very frustrated frown on his handsome face, which made Sylvanus stare back at him with a mocking grin, bright flashing eyes, and long dark fluttering taunting eyelashes. Then the sorcerer laughed softly with a devilish delight for at times he did so enjoy evilly flirting and teasing the man, despite his resolve not to give into him for fear of harming him.

Syl, in fact, almost had to actually pry the fragile silk robe from King Sandor’s clutching fingers, before he could quickly pull the long bright scarlet robe around himself and securely tied the belt, so his body was completely covered from throat to ankle and he was no longer displayed before his king like some trashy harlot.

“ Sometimes, my lovely Sylvanus you can be such an cruel wicked tease. Be careful you don’t push me too far. Now where is that lovely brandy, if I can’t have what I really want? I settle for a good strong drink, maybe… even several of them to warm me…. since you wont!”

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After several rich strong warming brandies along with several repeated most sincere royal apologies for insults and being accused of murdering Marathe… as well as being called by the angry King Sandor for the first time ever a “demon slut!” No doubt the jealous king’s long held thoughts, for he knew well about Syl’s past and his previously most numerous and various liaisons, which in truth Sylvanus couldn’t totally deny that he had a slutty streak for he liked men and he liked sex and he had sought them out at every opportunity in the past. There was a time, he flitting from man to man almost every night. These liaisons only started to come a deadly end, after his occult powers as sorcerer had developed to a much higher potent level, and he sought more permanent lovers for longer periods of time. Only then did he realize he was causing the death of these lovers. Guilt ridden Sylvanus stopped taking lovers at all, even though he and his magic power craved and needed physical contact.

Sylvanus finally discovered between sips of brandy and the king’s normal flirting that the king wanted him to go a diplomatic mission to the far eastern border and be his spy.

“Why me I am sorcerer, not an experienced ambassador, diplomat, or even spy. Sandor normally you call on me for certain problems less politically sensitive closer to home, or during warfare you have me use my powers and then… poof… your problems and your enemies are gone?” Said a giddy Syl more than a little intoxicated from the brandy, for he had nothing to eat that day.

“Because you can use your magic skillfully in various different way, you’ll be able tell me what is truly going on there, in spite the diplomatic smoke screen the Easterners will be throw before the two others diplomat I am sending, Lord Candace and Lord Willford, but I fear those two will see only what the enemy lords want them to see You my darling Syl will act as beautiful effeminate distraction. Our enemies wont truly know what to expect from you. Are you their assistant or their whore? You perhaps can slip behind the Easterners smoke when they aren’t looking. Syl you magic too will also aid as a back up protection on the rode, along with the company of guards I am sending with your party for protection.”

“So I am to act as your spy, whore, and your magic user, perhaps My Lord you’d like me to carry a nasty hateful heavy sword along too? But it wrinkles my robes? And what about my shifter little Marathe, I will need him with me to recharge my occult powers?”

“Then take him Syl, if you leave him here with me, I fear he will only be a dangerous temptation that I wont be able to resist and then you’ll be very angry with me for playing with your new toy. Syl take what ever you need to feel safe.”

“How about I take a nice long holiday instead of doing your mission! Oh, by the way, yes, My Lord Sandor, I already noticed your infatuation with my Marathe, but if you ever actually touch him again… ever… I will knock you on your royal ass and leave your service for ever, he’s mine and I have grown quite fond of him and I don’t wish to share, especially since the little shifter is resistant to my hungry death dealing magick, he needs only to shift to his cat form and he is restored. Now back to this mission, why did you choose those two ridiculous nit-wits Lords Candy and Willy, for I doubt they have one normal brain between them, besides the religious one Candace want burn me at the stake for being a demon deviate and says my magic comes from the dark lord himself, while other one Willford wants to fuck me so bad, he practically drools and masturbates openly in my presence, really My Lord they are both mindless pathetic fools ”

“And that’s why I choose them, for they are the true distraction, not you, this eastern kingdom of Balam, which wishes to join with it’ neighbor Achrann in order to overrun our beloved Heronry for its wealth, for they will think us stupid and easy to manipulate and easy conquered from the delightfully poor example set by our so-called ambassadors. When Balam and Achrann join forces and dare to cross or breach our borders they really wont expect us to be waiting to trounce them soundly and ruthlessly, if we succeed we will permanently encourage them to never come back. But first we need to know what were fighting against and what size force they will have behind them and how powerful it is whether it is supported by magick or any other supernatural for force of man or nature. I have no attention of starting anything Heronry can’t win, meanwhile I’ll have real diplomats working on second and third options that we can use if necessary…so Syl any information you get, from what every means possible be it magical or otherwise it will deeply and greatly appreciated.”

“Perhaps my most honorable King Sandor you would have me to sleep with each the enemy leaders until they die, then I could be your most valued whore, an your most valued assassin at both the same time, but if I were to perform such acts it will cost you three or four times what you’re paying me now,” Joked a laughing and dark morbid teasing Sylvanus. Something told Syl he had enough brandy, no matter how warming it was.

“Damn-it Syl that not even funny, you could get yourself killed, beside it would be a waist of time, what makes you so sure other leaders wouldn’t be right there to take the place of the ones you fucked to death. You can’t fuck the whole country now could you?” Shouted a furious Sandor frowning in horror and dismay at the sorcerer very absurd idea.

“It was just a notion! Since I must give my all for King and Country.” Giggled a very drunken Sorcerer. “Oh, by the way, I forgive you Sandor!”