Needs of a Sorcerer

Needs of the Sorcerer

Chapter 1 Acquisition

Tired of grieving over and over for his many lost loves Sylvanus hadn’t taken a companion for a long three cycles of the sun and he missed having a soft warm a body in his bed to enjoy and share pleasure, who would enjoy him back just as hardly. But any intimate companion he took paid the ultimate price of his magic and died. His chosen lovers had been always strong rugged dominant leader type masculine men officers of the King’s army, Sea Captains, powerful merchants, and landowners. For all their masculine power apparently they were too frail and too weak to endure his inherent occult powers that slowly drained their life force from them until they expired. No matter how hard he tried to be gentle and not hurt them, eventually their life energy drained away. They slowly faded away and died anyway, and he had ended up sadly sacrificing their lifeless remains to the Acacia Goddess of Immortality and Rebirth, he only hoped they rested comfortably within her bosom, till she gave birth to their souls again.

Perhaps if he ceased taking companion his own age or even older the end wouldn’t come so soon for his lovers. Everyone talked about the resilience of the youth, maybe if he took a pre-adolescence youth to his bed… they might last a little bit longer. He was well known for his thoroughly deviate tastes anyway, so what did it matter the age of his lovers or what others thought of him… No one dared question the king’s Sorcerer, but his few his detractors mockingly called him the King’s Succubus and the true queen of the land...there were many rumors… for the king’s estranged wife lived apart from him and kept a stable of young male lovers.

His sorcery and research indicated that there might be a solution to his problem, if only he could come up with last two bits of the puzzle. Most strangely of all, resilient females would in fact hold up to his sexual needs, but unfortunately he had no attraction for them, perhaps because in certain ways he was too much like them in temperament and over all appearance… most people on meeting him thought he was young woman at first sight.

Though Sylvanus was gracefully willowy and slender like a woman he was not rounded in the certain place like they were, but his voice was soft smooth low, but still it was not as high pitched like a woman. Yet like a women he wore his thick wavy iridescence raven black hair down all the way past his waist. His well-sculpted face with high cheekbones was very feminine along with full lush lips and high arching flawlessly shaped eyebrows over large eyes of darkest blue flecked with violet and shaded by long thick lashes dark as his hair that most woman would envy. He knew he was very beautiful by anyone’s standards and he was extremely vain creature for he liked being that way he was…he accepted his feminine nature enjoyed painting his face to bring out his looks and even more to attract attention or cause confusion. He enjoy the disturbed alarmed looks and the reactions he received from people he just met, his sometimes friends and his persistent and constant enemies. All because of his psychical differences and magic they seemed to fear him even more, for they didn’t know from minute to minute what to expect from such a individual who wore long elegantly draped feminine sorceress robes of darkest midnight shiny blue silk that made soft swishing sound when he moved. The one truth his imprudent enemies soon learn quickly, that he was as dangerous as he was beautiful and he had the ability to kill with a flick of one elegantly painted long nailed hand with least provocation, be it a potential threat from the king’s enemies or his own. And unlike most so-called masculine virile men of the time he didn’t need a sword to do it. His ultimate powers were intense and deadly, and he knelt before and obeyed, no man, accept the High King.

Yes he thought after long consideration, the loving attention of a beautiful youth might be just what he needed for now, and it would give him the time he needed to discover the solution to the problem and so he wouldn’t need to sacrifice another lover to satisfy his personal sexual needs, in order to fuel his cruelly potent magics.

Immediately the beautiful sorcerer set off at slowly gliding walk, quickly making his way to the Street of the Slavers and the well know establishment called the Tent of Flawless Virgins. More than several heads turned to watch this extra-ordinary individual as he went by them unable to keep from admiring his elegance grace and demeanor.

Since he was forced to choose a child or very young adult…. He would choose one that was untouched and unsullied from constant abuse and train him in the exulted arts of pleasure himself. The cost for a real virgin boy would be expensive, the greater the singular beauty of the child, the greater the gold pieces he would be worth. The king paid his sorcerer well, so there wouldn’t be a problem with that… only problem would be if he didn’t see a boy that suited him and his particular needs.

Entering the slavers tent Sylvanus glided with arrogant superiority of an aristocrat unconcerned his dark robes brushed the dirty dusty floor as he made a circle of glass cages and the poor human livestock they contained. Disappointment was going to be the obvious outcome of the present venture for he saw little that suited him, most were drugged insensible, while others were thin and unhealthy with malnutrition that they looked like they'd die any minute… still others were so blatantly and carnally aware that they openly masturbated to draw attention to themselves in the cages, obviously not virgins in any true since of the word. Momentarily he watched as a handsome pair of identical older male twins performed sexually with each other for a small audience that gathered before their cage and provided loudly encouragement to each act performed. Finally with a grimace of distaste at the vulgar display of debauchery, and deep frustration for his lack of success Sylvanus headed toward the closed exit at the back of the tent only to be stopped by one of the slave proprietors as he went to push the tent flap aside.”

“My Lovely Lady is there nothing here I can interest you in to warm you bed today?” Said the fat oily grinning man, wanton with greed to relieve a potential customer of their gold, and also the vile man was not above distastefully and continually apprising the sorcerer’s intimate person with his small wet bleary beady depraved rat-like eyes that made Sylvanus want to take long hot bath as soon as possible.

“No, nothing here worth my trouble or my gold, and proprietor I suggest you look again my title is My Lord, I am Sylvanus the King’s Sorcerer surely you heard of me?”

“My Lord forgive me, of course I have heard of you and your reputation and your infamous prodigious powers, please Sir how may I serve you today?”

“By getting out of my way letting me leave, for nothing here is suitable and I suggest you let me leave before I am aroused to true anger and turn you into a tiny pathetic rodent and stomp you to dust under my boots.” Laughed Sylvanus mockingly, actually he was quite serious with his threat.

The suddenly sweating man gave Sylvanus a ghastly fearful look, stepped back, and bowed nervously and then held the tent flap aside for him. Grinning smugly the sorcerer gracefully left the tent, glad to be free of the greedy flesh monger and his constant filthy looks and step into the fresh cool air of a bright autumn day.

Sylvanus decided since he was already in the slave market and his meeting with king was much later that evening, he would investigate some of the smaller dealers too, incase they might by chance, have what he was look for, but he doubted it their source of stock was usual limited to well used or weak worn pieces of flesh that were normally sold to houses in the red-light district. To find the pure, perfect, and innocent young virgin he sought he might have to go to a special private collector of slave broker and place a special order, then wait several months until his order could be filled, but damn-it, Sylvanus was not into the mood to wait, his desperate and overwhelming need after three long years… distracted and possibly even weakened his magic abilities to serve his king. This deficiency was a private secret he revealed to no one, except the most honorable King Sandor and only because the king was his long time friend and confidant. It was only right that the king should know that he might be in danger.

Despite the fact his long time friend and confidant the royal personage offered to solve the sorcerer needy condition and made constant and repeated sexual overtures in an effort to get the dark haired sorcerer into his bed even after Sylvanus persistently said “ABSOLUTLY NO” that he would never let it happen for he would never endanger his friend and the king’s life in such a foolish careless way. Oh Sylvanus desired the king back just as passionately and ardently, but never would he act on it, unless he found away not to drain the life force away from his lovers in the process. Even though the king knew well that Sylvanus was irrevocably dangerous to take as a lover the man ridiculously flirted and persisted in his efforts to seduce him, occasionally even stealing a quick kiss from him when they happened to be alone. Sylvanus was only thankful it took more than several random kisses here and there before the life-force was permanently drain away by his wild ruthless magic… it took well over several minutes of intense carnal activity and even penetration before the real process started in earnest, which thankfully gave Sylvanus a even chance to pull back and flee if the king got too amorous in his attention. Along with Sylvanus’ repeated and constant threats to quit his service permanently if the willful and sexually playful man didn’t stop it, and behave in his company.

Sylvanus feared his upcoming meeting with the king for at the present he was desperate and undeniably needy for affection and love, hopefully he would be able to resist his kings improper attentions as he customarily did… he even considered canceling their meeting. But he knew the strong-welled king would simply send his guards to retrieve Sylvanus despite his most insistent refusals and protests, just to have his own way

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It was as he suspected, the several other slave establishment had nothing suitable for his needs. Disappointed and distressed Sylvanus suspected that there wasn’t a true pure virgin to be had in the whole of the slave market. While he consider in his thoughts which slave broker he could trust with his order for there weren’t that many that were total discreet and honorable.

So Sylvanus decided to visit the wild animal market, where he could and study and observe the cats both big and small, he found it relaxing and enjoyable to watch the sleek beautiful animals glade about their cages. Just as he entered the market gate, he found a place of confusion and loud shouting as people ran all about in a panic looking under things and bushes, apparently a particular wild animal had escaped its cage and was in the process of fleeing its captors. The missing creature didn’t appear to be very large for the things the caretakers where looking under weren’t very big either.

Sylvanus stood just inside the enclosure in front of the gate, wondering if he should enter, he did not relish being attacked and wounded by a wild animal. Then suddenly he felt something run squarely into his legs and try to hide in the folds of his midnight blue robes, instantly he reached down and felt something soft and fury bury itself further into his robes. He looked down and saw a pure white fluffy cat’s tail peaking out from under his outer cloak. The animal wasn’t very big barely larger than a mid-sized dog. The sorcerer quickly uttered quietly a spell of immobilization and reached down grabbed hold of the now stilled creature, which now seemed to be tightly clasping his upper legs with something very much like hands under his robes. Since when did a cat have hands? Impatient to see what he caught Sylvanus grabbed a handful of fine soft fur, and felt it slowly transform into soft bare flesh under his hand. When he pulled the creature out from under his robes he found he held the upper arm a small very pretty naked youth who barely came up to center of his chest with wild spiky pure white hair definitely who appeared close to being pre-adolescence. The boy looked up at him and made a low growl deep in his throat like animal, showing tiny fangs and stared at him with annoyed burning emerald green cat-like eye, thank god he was still for most part immobilized by the spell for long claw-like fingernails on the end each of those delicate human hands could do a whole lot of damage if given free reign.

It most certainly appeared the Sylvanus had actually found his virgin, of course an more intimate examination would be needed to tell for sure; but his acute instincts told him he had found a most sensual virgin shape-shifter that could turn itself into an exquisite feline form at will. Was the little creature intelligent enough to be trained in the arts of pleasure and Sylvanus of course would need find a way to take total and complete control the boys startling shape-shafting abilities if he wished to mate with him?

Perhaps most important of all was the lovely little man/ beast for sale?

Sylvanus clutch the small boy tightly to his body in an effort to comfort him and gently stroked that pale pure white wild hair and was reward by a soft purr like sound, as if the creature actually enjoyed his gentle touch. Perhaps he could train the little one to the leash and show him off to one curious and fascinated king.

“My Lord Sylvanus, the Kings own Sorcerer, I see you caught are little missing shape-shifter… sir did he harm you in any way? The little beast practically clawed two of my men to shreds. Small as he is, this lovely little animal is very dangerous outside of his cage.”

“No I am fine, but found it necessary to immobilize him with a quick spell and he is completely under my control for now.”

A low furious growl came from boy as if understood what was being said. It was almost indication that he had more intelligence than he was letting on. Something told the sorcerer that there was more than an animal mind behind those startling emerald green cat-like eyes

“Sire perhaps you would like me to remove him away or from about your person and place him back in his cage. Where he belongs, so you can go about my your business?”

“ No I think not, the fact is I would like to buy the little beast, for I have a need for such a special creature in my service.”

“I am very sorry My Lord, but I believe the little creature has been promised to a certain circus for an already committed price.”

“Fetch your superior for I will double the price previously offered for the boy.”

“Truly sir, I would have you know he is more animal than human boy for he consumes raw meat and he has never spoke one word not even once!”

“I appreciate your opinion good sir, but I still would like to speak to your superior… right now if possible please go get him. The boy and I wont move from this spot until you get back and I promise neither one of us will be harmed in any way… or anyone else in process… now please go my time is limited, for very soon I must go, for I have been called to attend the king!”

As the man moved away, a very human sigh and low relieved mewling sound came from the boy. And the little creature fascinated with his scent and proceeded to sniff and rub his face and white furred head against Sylvanus chest and abdomen. The thoroughly fascinated and enchanted sorcerer was unable to keep from gently stroking the thick fine mane of fair hair that stuck all which way from the little creature head. In a hushed whisper he said, “I think little one you’ll have a lot to tell me in time, even if I will have teach you how first to say it, what do you think?”

In reply the little cat boy made a loud purring sound the seemed to vibrate soothingly through the sorcerer body as creature continue to lean and cling against him. It was then that Sylvanus realized that the spell had broken, and the little creature could move and flee at any time if it so wished, for felt a small slender hand dared to possessively stoke down over his waist and hip. Odd for some reason the enraptured boy didn’t seem to want to flee from him, but relished contact with him. The King’s sorcerer decided right then he would pay any price to get possession of the obvious willing little cat boy no matter what it took, even if it took his very last gold piece.

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After much skillful, and persistent haggling arguing and discussion, Sylvanus used his influence as the king sorcerer and managed to convince the manager of the Wild Animal Market to sell the boy to him for twice the usual price that he would have been previously sold to the circus. Conveniently included in the price was a harsh rough cloak to cover the boy in his human form, as magical ensorcelled restraint leash to keep him under control so he couldn't flee in his dangerous feline shape. Not that price mattered much to the rich well off Sorcerer, but in the end he paid only one third of what it would have paid for a normal beautiful human boy. Actually Sylvanus, in this case, had made out on the deal for he had acquired two very exquisite things for the price of one, An exotically handsome somewhat dangerous pet to show off and impress both his enemies and his friends, and then after some gentle initial taming, training, and preparation a beautiful innocent youth to warm his bed at night and satisfy his needs.

Before starting off to return to suit of room in the kings palace, Sylvanus gently fasten the leash around the boys throat and wrapped the poor worn wool cloak around his tiny naked body. The little shape-shifter made a series of whimpering animal’s sounds, which let sorcerer know in no uncertain terms that he didn’t like being restrained in such a Fashion. But it was for the boys own good, he didn’t want him to be startled by something unforeseen and flee in his animal form. Sylvanus knelt in the dirt beside the boy whispered calmly into one tiny perfect ear.

“Sorry Puss but for now, you must wear the leash, truly its for your own good for I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Instantly in answer the boy grimaced unhappily and small undecipherable growl slipped from his lips, but he made no effort to protest further. As they started off they made very slow progress for the boys legs were small and short compared to Sylvanus’ long legs so quickly he began to drag behind in sluggish exhaustion, then all at once the boy came stubbornly to a complete stop and let out an animal howl. The startled sorcerer just in time turned and the saw the boy’s form shimmer and transform into a beautiful white panther slightly larger than a mid-sized dog. The panther with flashing green intelligent eyes suddenly retrieved the fallen cloak in his long fanged jaws and proceeded to bring it to Sylvanus. A large paw with the claws retracted reached out calmly and touched the man’s hand that held his leash. It was obvious that the cat wanted to him to take possession of the cloak for he would need it in his human form later. The overjoyed sorcerer Sylvanus knew then that he was in deed dealing with an intelligent being, whatever his present form he wore at the minute and took hold of cloak from the white panther and draped cloak securely over his arm.

“Come my lovely puss I must get you comfortabley settled in, at my tower suit at the castle, before I must meet with the king or he will send his nasty overly masculine crew of ruffian sword guards to retrieve me. I wont enjoy that, for they find it quite amusing to harass me verbally and tease me unmercifully for my unique feminine leanings.”

In reply the cat give a shriek cry of displeasure, as if he understood what was being said, and then bumped and rubbed up again Sylvanus’ legs in a way that suggested a most aggressively protective behavior. It seemed that his new pet was going to make things… very very interesting and he was just perverse enough to enjoy it.

They headed off again toward the palace, Sylvanus’ tower, and the meeting with the king, this time they moved a lot faster with the leashed boy in his cat form gracefully prancing along side the long legged Sorcerer. The pair kept their gaze straight ahead and seemed unconcerned that a small crowd of watchers gathered to watch them as they past by.