Needs of a Sorcerer

Needs of a Sorcerer

Chapter 7 Sheer Silk and Weapons



The next afternoon found Sylvanus and Marathe eagerly and enthusiastically packing for the Kings so-called spy centered diplomatic excursion. Early that morning they had got up and went shopping, so that Marathe had a complete wardrobe of human cloths and outerwear he might need, for they would be entering a much colder mountainous climate on the eastern border. Plus the sorcerer purchased extra garments for the youth that would proclaim him to all concerned that he was Syl’s slave and personal servant. While Sylvanus used the King’s expenses with joyous enthusiasm and purchased a number of brightly exotic sensual sheer outfits and a very expensive long white fox fur cloak, he’d use them to flaunt his feminine flamboyant image as the shared sexual trinket and a high priced plaything of the two honorable Heronry Diplomats. Hopefully his acting and his image would disguise the fact he was more than he appeared. He really didn’t need the expensive fox cloak to play the part, but he bought it anyway, because he wanted it. And it amused him to punish the King for his previous insults, by spending a huge chunk of his money on a beautiful but expensive whim.



Hopefully his companions on the mission the two supposed Heronry Diplomats, Lords Candy and Willy, knew and studied their parts in the charade and would play their ambassadorial roles all the ways to the hilt… and they would treat him just like the vain, capricious, frivolous, sexual minion he pretended to be before their potentially dangerous foreign hosts.



But in private if they so much as dared to lay one hand on him. Or even come too close to him with, anything close to an erect hilt aimed in his direction, especially that disgusting greedy horny Willy, he would use his magic to shrivel that particular part of the man’s anatomy until it fell to dust in front of his eyes. Diplomatic mission or not!



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Finally both of them were completely packed and ready for the trip, so a weary Sylvanus plopped himself down in a chair before the cozy comforting fireplace, while Marathe disappeared into the pantry to get some bread to fill his youthful growling stomach temporarily for they would be joining the King for a very late diner, in his very private dinning room. It was to be their last strategy meeting before they started off on their journey. Syl wanted a brandy in the worst way, but was way too comfortable to get up and get it then, perhaps later.



Suddenly with a chuckle he decided what he would wear to the King’s dinner, he wear one of his new extraordinary sheer outfits that loudly proclaimed his ultimate harlot status and the fox cloak just to show it off. It surely would be most amusing to see his royal highness reaction to such attire… after all, it was only right for Sandor to get a look at the outfit since he paid for it. Syl gave a naughty wicked laugh; yes it was always so entertaining to tease his friend the King.



“Aren’t you ever afraid, my dear lovely Sylvanus, just once that you’ll push him much too far?” Purred a familiar deep Growling laughing non-human voice that sensually caressed his mind and made him shiver all the way down to his toes even as his shaft hardened. All at once a huge white paw stroked his hair and cheek and a great warm fragrant breath came from behind him blow erotically against the back of his neck.



“ Magnificent Puss is that you?”



“Who else would it be, my beautiful Sorcerer? I only wish, as an ancient dignified and powerful Were-Soul such as myself, you found a better name for me. But I suppose it could be worse, you could have just called me Kitty instead.”



“So your one of those mythic nearly god-like were-souls that shares a body with another and gives them the power to transform as well, I have read about your kind in one or two of my books and grimores. You’re not just a legend after all? Perhaps, if you don’t like being called Puss, powerful one, you should tell me your real name. Actually I find the name Puss most amorously delectably suitable for you, since you seem to enjoy stalking up behind me and reduce me to your willing prey.”



“That’s excellent! My dear Sylvanus for at present I have no intention of revealing my real name to anyone, I fear my naughty eager sorcerer you, might use my real name and endeavor to control me, and I simply wont have that!”



“Puss just to satisfy my curiosity, did Marathe allow you to become part of him voluntarily?”



“Of course! I am not a lost soul of the dark; only the lost ones cruelly force such a joining on an innocent and it results eventually in a most unpleasant death. The boy Marathe agreed fully and the joining took place in front of his tribe, priest, and his family and it involved no pain, violence or blood. I simply left a long dying elder and went into the young willing boy.”



Abruptly the voice became silent in Syl’s mind, a long ruff tongue pressed and laved gently against the sorcerer throat and mouth as a pair of white heavy paws slide down the length of the Sorcerer’s body over his loose thin silk robes down to his loins. Almost instantly Syl’s shaft grew hard and dripping underneath his robes and he lay still in passive readiness for what would happen next. A breathless panting Sylvanus groaned and whimpered for more, but all at once the huge fury beast simply stopped and drew back from the sorcerer. And once more the caressing voice came back into his mind.



“I apologize my dear charming beautiful Sylvanus for taking advantage of you, it is not my place to intrude between you and Marathe, and you belong to him now. I did not come here for this, but merely to tell you that I will be there to help you and the boy and back you up during your mission for your King if you need me. Now I will go and let the boy return to you.” Came the soft apologetic voice in his mind, which seemed to express a guilty regret and yet held a tone of reluctant temptation, both at the same time.



Then the voice inside his mind was suddenly no longer there; strangely it left an aching void in Syl’s mind, along with an aching need in his loins at the same time and also Puss’ words peaked a burning curiosity in the Sorcerer’s mind, as to how long the creature had actually existed or been around in the world. Syl thought likely he was a very ancient almost a primordial entity with many unknown powers certainly greater than his own.



Syl couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment at the sudden departure of the mysterious shifting soul beast with his particular and great alluring talents. This frustration again awakened Sylvanus craving, for his favorite strong brandy in order to warm both his belly and now to dull his throbbing lust the creature initiated in him.



Ten or fifteen minutes later Marathe returned to the room caring a large tray covered with a sampling of bread, butter, fruit Jam, and a large wedge of soft rich Cheese and two deep scarlet apples. “Here my Lord Syl, I thought you might need some food to hold you over until dinner later.”



“Thanks my sweet boy, I am more hungry than I knew, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, may I ask a further kindness of you, after you put the tray on the table by my chair, I would ask you to do your lazy master a favor, I thirst most direfully and I need a taste of the lovely rich brandy on the table over there. But I’m just too comfortable to get up and get it. Do you mind fetching that fancy Crystal Bottle of Cherry Brandy and a glassy… oh and get an extra glass so you can share it with me, and keep me company? Since we have some time left before, we need to bathe and dress for the King’s Dinner. By the way I have decided to let the king view one of those new outrageous outfits I purchased for the trip, just to see how he reacts.



Marathe grinned and chuckled at Syl’ words, “ My Lord I do hope it’s that real special one, that you plan to wear with the Fox fur over top of, for I can’t wait to see you in it again. His highness, I fear will be struck dumb… and instantly hard by the sight of you in it… as I was. His highness seems so easily stimulating by such things, he might decide not to let you go after all, or perhaps I might half to transform and chase him off you with my claws.” Said Laughing Marathe as he strolled over and grabbed the brandy bottle and two large crystal glasses and then returned with them and pored them each a glass and handed one to Syl.



“Marathe my naughty darling you’re almost as evil as I am.”



“Perhaps, My Lord, but I will still enjoy watching him react to you in that gauzy sheerness.”



“Just for that boy, I am making you wear that new slave out fit I bought you for you to wear on the trip too”



“The one with jeweled leash and the pants that barely cover the crack of my bottom… no master please don’t make me, he might come after me too!”



“Lovely Marathe, don’t worry I promise on my magic, the only thing I will allow him to do is look at us. If he tries anything else I’ll knock him quite soundly on his royal rear end… King or not! Then Sylvanus started to giggle at the mere thought and Marathe joined him shortly after.



All at once Marathe put down his half full glass and climbed up into Sylvanus lap and affectionately embraced him. Syl quickly consumed the last of his brandy in one hurried gulp and put the glass down beside the uneaten food on the tray, and them embraced the youth back just as tightly and then began to eagerly feasted ardently on the boy soft pink lips, until they became totally lost in each other and the shared passion that followed… until they were completely unaware of anything, but the pleasure that overwhelming them as they groaned and moaned eagerly each others arms. Sylvanus’ hunger for food would have to wait a few minutes more.