Needs of a Sorcerer

Needs of a Sorcerer



Chapter 9 Start of the Journey



Way before dawn the next morning Sylvanus found himself perfectly and exquisitely made up with feminine cosmetics like a lady of the court, as well as elaborately dressed in long rich sheer flowing silks, satin and trimmed in velvet. Thankfully the heavy hooded long white fox cloak he wore over his thin garments provided warmth and protection from the windy early morning chill. The smiling but sleepy Marathe was just simply happy that he was permitted to wear the normal warm heavy traveling cloths of a servant, rather than that outlandish outfit that he wore for the king the night before.



The pair found themselves waiting in the castle’s brightly torch lit central courtyard, fully prepared for the journey to begin. They sat on their packed trunks, patiently waiting for the rest of the party to show up. Except for the small troop of the King’s elite guardsmen, who moved around busily preparing for the trip. The remainder of the party was missing and late as usual… Syl couldn’t help wonder what was up with the two nitwit diplomats, why were they late this time? Obviously they didn’t seem to mind holding everyone up.



Already each one of the busy strutting masculine elite guardsman between saddling their own horses and carefully loading the packhorses with the necessary supplies and water, somehow managed to find the time to make their way over to the colorful flamboyantly attired Sylvanus, in his expensive yet tasteful courtesan garb and pretend to proposition him in the most crudest ways possible one after the other. A poor blushing Marathe who couldn’t help but listen was forced to look away, as he stifled uncomfortable giggles at the guardsmen’s increasingly rude invitations. Obviously no doubt his royal highness the King had put them up to such mischief, Sylvanus deduced. But rather than give the men the satisfaction of him showing annoyance, Syl decided to play along with them. So putting a skillful delicate serious feminine lilt to his most seductive voice he proceed to ask each guard with a seriously flirtatious grin, if they had the sufficient gold pieces to cover the cost of their selected erotic intimacy, while adding with a very grave tone, there would be of course an extra cost for him to get them off with his special magic skills.



Apparently the guardsmen failed to catch the joke and thought Sylvanus was totally serious, for they walked away rubbing their heads, and their crotch with both fear and alarm in theirs eyes… at the very thought of what the King Sandor would actually do to them if they so much as dared to truly lay a finger on his famous beautiful Sorcerer in such a vulgar offensive manner as they just suggested. Yet... in the first place, it was his royal highness, who laughingly ordered them to make the fake sexual demands on the sorcerer … the guardsmen all came to the obvious conclusion that sometimes their handsome king’s orders were more than a bit mysterious and utterly confusing.



Only the Captain Fredrick and the Sergeant Seely of the guards got the joke and laughed back at him, suggesting he charged too much and that they could get such services for a lot cheaper prices at a house in the village outside the castle without any danger of the royal disfavor being involved. Syl replied with a wicked snicker, “Well truly my darlings, you just don’t know what your missing until you received my special exclusive attention.”



Sylvanus then starting to be concerned for the sun was close to rising and still the delay continued, abruptly he dropped his feminine courtesan voice and used his normal voice, “Captain if our two Diplomats don’t arrive shortly in ten or fifteen minutes perhaps you’d better send out a search party, they will thoroughly ruin our travel schedule. By the way who is responsible for bringing the coach we’re suppose to be riding in?”



“Good Idea, My Lord Sylvanus, I’ll get right on it. Lord Williams said that he would bring one of his larger coaches. He said it would be more comfortable for long distance travel. Lord Candice said he would bring a case of expensive wine from his private vineyard as a diplomatic gift. Those two lords have the uncanny habit of always finding ways to be late for whatever royal business they‘re involved in. I don’t think it is too soon to go and see what’s holding them up.”



Just as the two assigned guards mounted their horses and were about to start off to search for the missing diplomats. They were blocked from passing through the gate by a noisy great immense elegant carriage, which was pulled by four huge shiny black horses. Behind the carriage were two richly tack saddled horses tied to the rear of coach on long leather tethers. As the coach and team of horses pulled further into the courtyard the coachman brought them to a sudden stop, immediately a loud back and forth bickering came from within the interior of coach and could be heard by everyone.



“Damn You Bernard Candice, I told you to be ready two hour ago and now we were totally and official late.



“Your mistaken Virgil Daniel Williams, my sister Alainia was right there and that’s not what she heard you tell me yesterday, when you informed me to be ready, I was ready and waiting for you for sometime, when alas you finally decided to come and pick me up. If we’re late it’s your fault Virg! Now lets get out and let them load the carriage, before the king comes to scolds us for being late for his mission.”



“Like that will happen, his majesty never rises before noon, like any normally sane courtier unless we’re at war,” Said the fancy dandified Lord Williams a short round little man with fluffy lace collar and dressed in Court attire made of rich thick maroon brocade trimmed in bright Satin, which only made his short little body seem all the more rounder. Also Williams' round face was painted with a bit of bright rouge on his full cheeks, as well as his smiling red lips. Lazily one of his hands rested on his fancy dress sword, though it was suggested by many that he wore the sword more for its looks, rather than having any actual skill or ability to use it.

Lord Williams lateness was the result of his constant eager and avid fantasizing about how he might go about convincing Sylvanus in his role as paid courtesan, to give him extra-special attention, if only as a cover and aid to protect identity as the kings Spy. Perhaps Lord Williams could get the sorcerer to consent to even more intimacy if he was lucky. Especially since, the sorcerer’s exceptional needy appetites were all
well- known to most of the King’s court.



The next out of the carriage came the tall austere coldly handsome Lord Bernard Candice, conservatively dress in dark colors of black and dark gray though his garments were richly cut and designed he looked almost like an forbidding representative of the church of light. His stoic face was totally void of any make-up or kindness, yet his forbidding face seemed to hold an expression of disdain and distaste for anything or anyone who didn’t meet his ultimate upright moral standards. The truth was he found little that satisfied his standards in the world around him. The world was a sinful place full of evil and that included the demon spawn who also personally practiced a mixture of magic and perversion for their own kingdom. He clutched a tall cane of pure ivory with round fist-size sphere at one end; a rumor suggested that he used the cane to strike back at evil most ruthlessly if it so dared to come to close to him. It was well known by most of the court that he had no patience or liking for King’s favorite and most decorative Sorcerer, which he often referred to as the king’s pet incubus and private demon. Now he was ordered by the King to pretend to take this beautiful evil creature to his bed, whose certainly unnaturally attractive looks were most certainly spawned from the darker depths of hell. All so this evil tempter Sylvanus could use his magic to spy on kings enemies. While in real truth, Candice would much preferred to watch, as the Sorcerer was carefully roasted over a slow fire until he was just a pile of pale purified ash. A fact he made, routinely, known to the maddening creature Sylvanus at every opportunity he could, which made the smug laughing demon whore politely come back at him with a brief series of calm words while never once loosing his temper, “Alas My Lord it’s just too bad that we can’t always get what we want, now isn’t it good sir?”

Candice resolved just this once for the sake of his country and his King... he would hold his distaste in check and obey the kings orders, after all he really wouldn’t need to bed the evil creature in truth, it was merely a disgusting charade to fool their enemies.



Every one at court found it odd the two Lords were actually friends since they were so utterly different in their sensibilities. They both seemed to relish their annoying habit of constantly bickering back and forth; yet still their ridiculous friendship continue to exist despite their ultimate differences.



The Lords Candice and Williams subtly looked around and seeking out the infamous sorcerer. He was usually so visible and openly vocal, where was he… was he late? They saw no sign of him; accept for the presence of a tall beautiful young woman in a hooded elegant white fox fur cloak and her young youthful servant. Had the sorcerer decided not to do the mission, and this new young women taken his place instead…. Both the aggravated lords were suddenly disturbed and dismayed that a change had been made, and they weren’t informed.



Suddenly Lord Candice impatience for answers, called to the Captain of the guard for answers. As the captain approached him, he cried out very loudly in angry annoyance, “Captain what happened to that hell spawn bitch of a Sorcerer that’s suppose to be going with us or did the King change his plans and not bother to tell us?”



All at once the Captain of their Escort whose name was Fredrick, became totally bent over and fully over come with a wild hilarious laughter so that he couldn’t speak. He was only able to point and motion in the direction of the beautiful lady.



The lady in question rose and threws back her hood, revealing very long pitch black hair that had the same odd unholy iridescence of a glossy Raven’s dark wing, and then mockingly she curtsied to both the Lords with a wicked sarcastic grin. Surprisingly then it was Lord William who caught on first for he smiled in anticipation and pleasure, licking his fat pouting painted lips and then cried out to Lord Candice.



“Bernard that’s not a woman… it’s him!”



“Wanton demon slut!” Mumbled Lord Candice under his breath to himself, in fury at the vile deviate creature that had so thoroughly fooled him. Yet he found that his heated dark brown eyes were held captive and he was unable to look away even if he wanted too, from that hated sorcerer that appeared so very much like a woman.







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The questionable lady who was not a lady, rose moving with a graceful swish of her skirts fur cloak and approached them her eyes flashing and her voice affected, flirting, and most mockingly scolding, “really Lords Candy and Willy, you both are very naughty diplomats for being so late and holding us up, perhaps you would like to be spanked later with my little red riding crop… ah yes I think you both would probable enjoy it so much, especially you my dear Willy, wouldn't you?” Came Syl’s well-trained feminine voice, as he flicked a small red crop threateningly against his wide full flared skirts that covered his right thigh.



“Ah extremely lovely Sylvanus, you don’t know what you do to me, “ Came a deep dirty chuckle from Lord Williams.



Next Sneered the arrogant superior Lord Candice. “I know well, what you do to me Devil Sorcerer … you disgust me, evil one, with your profuse unnatural wanton perversions.”br />


“Well, well the most holy Reverend Candice you never change, always you carry that cruel splintery stick up your most righteous ass, you never know how to play along… while you my Randy-Dandy Williams you play too long and too much. Gentlemen we are on a mission for the king and we must fulfill his orders. In order to do this mission we must each play our parts as is necessary. Even though I am pretending to be deviate man dressed as mortal woman, you must remember to call me Sylvie and then treat me as a most valued intimate companion. While accepting me as a upscale expensive harlot who services you both on a regular basis as well, yet you both must show no jealousy at the prospect of sharing me. Come... my reluctant corrupt wastrels diplomats prove to me that you can play your roles to the hilt on our mission, or we will fail utterly and it will be a waste of time. Embrace me tightly and place a kiss upon my painted lips with sincere affections… do it now before we’re any later starting out… now before I tell the King you are both too inept and foolish to handle your parts to complete this mission.”



Of course the fat little Lord William was there first, he had no trouble with embracing the pleasingly scented Sylvanus with great pleasure, but then he took the kiss too far and tried to shove his slobbering tongue deeper in the sorcerer mouth, until Syl had to roughly shove him away until he fell pathetically on his fat round little bottom at the sorcerer feet.



Then Sylvanus all at once turned to Lord Candice, “Let do this, surely you can forget your normal boring hatred and distaste of me Sir, if only for just a little while, in order to accomplish this mission.”



The severely over dignified Lord Candice slowly approached the sorcerer as if he was being sentenced to a slow and painful death, but then suddenly without warning Sylvanus was embraced brutally in a pare of long arm and crushed painfully and hatefully against the tall man’s wide chest. A cry of startled distressed escaped from Syl, when a cold furious pair of lips made contact with his and remained there much longer than was actually necessary and Syl was dismayed to find himself twisting and fighting his way to be free both of Lord Candice’s tight embrace and his ruthlessly hungry mouth that didn’t seem to want to give up, Shocked and panting for breath the sorcerer forced himself out of his hated enemies grasp and stepped back… very troubled, disturbed, and distressed by the sudden turn of events. After all Lord Candice was suppose to hate him. Sylvanus was wondering all at once what he had gotten himself into. It wasn’t supposed to be… this way!



“Well, my most lovely hell spawn Sylvie is that what you wanted from me, surely you can see I am all too ready to handle my part of the mission!” Then totally unlike the normally rigid Lord Candice he laughed. Then in calm bored voice he continued, “We should load the coach and board it, for our travel time grows short, should we not?” As if he was suddenly in charge, and this left Sylvanus fuming in fury, just for minute he had to walk away to get his temper under control, then he stalked and flounced dragging his long skirts in a most unfeminine way over to coach and got on board, just as his pretend servant Marathe anticipated him and quickly opened the door for him. Then instantly the youth followed and got in and sat very close beside Sylvanus without a word until he felt the sorcerer comfortingly rest his arm over and around his shoulders.



“Marathe did they load our trunks securely. I forgot to look that awful man made me so angry.”



“Yes My Lord, I made sure. Everything quite secure.”



The door of carriage opened and a yawning Lord William got on board, but almost immediately he began to pout in annoyance like petulant child... seeing Sylvanus sitting very close to Marathe with his arm around the boy’s shoulders.



“So where’s the holy Reverend Candy?”



“You know he hates it when you call him that, Sylvanus, he decided he needed fresh air… he said the reek of evil inside the couch was just too much for him.”



“Good, for the endless stench of his righteousness is just as foul and unpleasant to me!”



“Beautiful Syl, get rid of your servant boy, he truthfully should be riding with up front with driver anyway its not proper that he rides inside the carriage… it doesn’t look right. Besides then, if we're alone we could have a lovely intimate conversation just you and me, without any interruptions.”



“Fucking no, forget that, Willy Darling! This lady’s taking a nap and I don’t want to be disturbed by you or anyone. Continue to bother me and I will show you what a truly evil devil Sorcerer can do with a silence spell!”



“Oh how boring… I don’t….” Sylvanus in a fury interrupted him in mid-sentence.



“Silence! Or damn you, Williams, I will freeze your filthy fat lips together for eternity!”