Needs of a Sorcerer

Needs of Sorcerer

Chapter 8 A Tempting Test

When Sylvanus and Marathe reached the hallway outside the king’s intimate dining room right on time as was prearranged. A very familiar smiling male personal servant of the King was right there waiting to greet and announce them and show them into the room. The man’s amusement at their particular attire was obvious for he politely held a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out right. Somehow in spite of his reaction to their appearance he managed to make the formal announcement of their arrival.

“My Lord, Your dinner guests Lord Sylvanus and Marathe have arrived!” Said the servant gracefully bowing formally before his king, but then he couldn’t stifle a chuckle that slipped out at the end and then he clung to the open door to keep his composure.

“Then damn-it Kane hurry let them in, what’s the delay I am hungry I haven’t eaten all day!”

With that the servant held the door, and the elegantly attired and graceful Syl led the way leading the barely clothed Marathe on a golden leash into the room. Almost immediately the startling vision of the pair before the king was such, that the full silver wine goblet he held fell to the floor with a crash, spilling and splashing wine in almost in every direction possible, especially over the king's freshly polished shiny black boots.

“My dear Lord Sandor, it appears highness, as I said many times before… you seem to have difficulty holding your wine. Be careful my naughty lord or I will scold you, if you manage to get any of that awful red wine on my expensive new cloths, or my pet’s as well, even though he wears little, what he wears is still just as costly.” Syl purposely spoke in a delicate lilting, fawning, affected feminine voice, getting quite enthusiastically in to character for their mission ahead.

“By the gods, Sylvanus, Why?” Demanded Sandor with a breathless gasp, and a gulp and bright heated expression in his gray eyes. Unable to take his eyes from the two standing before him in such flamboyantly sensually revealing garments especially the youth with top round curves of his bare bottom showing through and above the back of his sheer harem pants leaving nothing to the imagination… for as well his upper body was naked accept for the long gold leash hanging from the gold studded collar that was around his slender neck.

The Sorcerer started to answer when, when suddenly young Marathe cried out in embarrassment and obviously shivering from the cold, “Please Sylvanus My Lord I am freezing like this!”

Without a word of explanation, Sylvanus pulled the long white fox cloak from around his own body and he affectionately wrapped it securely and warmly around the youth. This unfortunately resulted in displaying even more of slender willowy Syl in his see- through the floor length black sheer gauzy gown he wore revealing every inch of his body accept for a triangular wedge of opaque material that barely covered his groin and sex, otherwise the gown with its loosely draped transparent skirted showed off Syl’s long legs, and firm round bottom beneath. While the upper gown’s sheer see-through long sleeve bodice fully displayed both perfectly shaped dark male areolas on his chest, each with a chilled pert fully taunt rosy nipple at the center, exposed openly for any one in the world, who had the eyes to see.

Once more a smiling Sylvanus turned back to his very silent King, and found the man staring back at him like a hungry panting dog in heat, his wet tongue sliding repeatedly slowly over lips, even his bright gaze seemed to give off heat. At the reaction he was receiving, he decided that the outfit was most suitable for the sensual disguise he intended it to be. The king’s intense lustful gaze continued until any minute Syl felt as if he was about to be thrown to the floor and ravished. But of course he couldn’t let that happen now could he. Just as he decided he ought to bring the king out of his sexual trance, a royal right impulsive hand couldn’t resist reaching out in an effort to make contact with the black gauzy material that covered Syl’s right nipple. A long sigh of dismay escaped from between Sylvanus’ full lips and quickly he stepped promptly back out of Sandor’s reach denying him such a rude possessive intimacy. And then he asked in soft curious voice.

“So my lord, what do you think will I make the suitable whore for your mission?”

“Damn-You… my exquisite Sorcerer, I think I want to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars for a week… why must you be such an cruel awful tease to me.”

“Highness you are the one, who wants me to play this part, so I wore this, to see if you found it suitable?” It was a half lie, for a part of him did so enjoy stirring the king to lust. Perhaps the powerful Puss entity was correct, that he pushed the man much to far and if he wasn’t careful he'd pay the price someday for his games.

“Well Syl that’s just great! I am hungry and holy shit… Now I am totally horny too, from just looking at you dressed like that. How do you expect me to talk about the mission, when I have serious agonizing wood in my pants?” Cried out the desperate king

“My Lord it seems not unlike you’re usual status, I would think you’d be use to it by now,” said Syl with a low chuckle.

“Sylvanus the Sorcerer, sometimes I think you’re not nice at all! Especially to your King and friend.” Hissed the king between his teeth.

“A fact, my king, that I tried to tell you often, but you stubbornly refuse to listen!” Syl replied, letting a soft giggle slip out as he finished speaking.

All at once the furious king looked away from Sylvanus, to the almost naked youth wrapped in the expensive full-length white fox cloak. It appeared Sylvanus had certainly out done himself spending the king’s coin in preparing for this trip. Syl could be such a spiteful bitch at times, probably just getting even because the king, called him a demon slut.

King Sandor laid one large hand on the boy’s fox furred covered shoulder, and quietly ask, “So boy does Sylvanus treat you cruelly, like he does me, after all he made you wear that hardly decent out fit with a leash, surely you weren’t happy about that were you?”

“NO my lord, I hate its… its obscene, but it just a disguise, Syl is usually most kind to me, and rarely gets annoyed with me, and if he does, he surely makes up for it by being a most excellent lover in bed. I would not willing give up his affection for anything, what ever he forces me to wear…. I belong to him utterly and will obey his commands no matter what.”

“Ah beautiful Syl, good or bad your fatal charms have totally enchanted another I see! Now shall we eat I am very hungry. Oh by the way first, grab that old dirty brown cloak on the hook by the door and cover that wanton siren body of yours, so I will be able to enjoy my dinner in peace, without my poor cock trying to get out of my pants at the sight of you.”

“But My Lord that nasty old brown cloak, doesn’t really go with midnight black…it distracts and totally spoils the look of my lovely dress.” Replied a playfully pouting Syl.

“Exactly… I know! Now obey your king before I call my guards, and have them put it on for you! I am sure they would certainly enjoy the opportunity to lay their strong warrior callused hands on that nice slender ripe body of yours for whatever reason, perhaps I would even enjoy watching them do it, maybe they might even take a few extra liberties and that would be amusing for me to watch… too!” With that the King gave an evil laugh and sat down at the head of the table… clearly satisfied that he had got the last word. Yet not once did he look away as his sorcerer obeyed his command and concealed his body under the raggedy old cloak.