Relax, my dear

Kelly felt a warm sensation from in his back. His shoulders immediately lost their tension, and he found even the way he was standing change to be less stiff.

“There, there, my girl. See?” Lazaro leaned over and whispered. “No need for a pretty face to be so twisted up with nerves.”

He felt…wobbly. He didn’t even resist or try to make a sound as the wizard took him at the hips and turned him to face him.

Evil wizards were usually old and ugly in stories, but Lazaro looked to only be maybe thirty or so. He wasn’t exactly a dashing prince, but maybe if he shaved that ridiculous mustache he could find a maiden who fancied him and drop all this “evil advisor” nonsense.

“Here. Have a little starting incentive and you can get to work after.” Lazaro grinned.

What did he mean by-?

Kelly felt his heart stop as Lazaro’s lips connected with his. The wizard stepped forward, and Kelly couldn’t muster up the strength for his body to fight him off before Lazaro had his backside against the study’s desk.

“W-what?” Was all he could breathe.

“Shh-shh-shh…” Lazaro lifted a hand, going under Kelly’s skirt, running across his silk stockings to his exposed thigh. “Just stand there and look pretty.”

Wait-wait-wait! If Lazaro got too adventurous, he’d find Kelly’s-

Kelly’s eye widened, even under the spell.

He could feel himself getting aroused. Why was he getting aroused? Was it the spell?

Lazaro’s other hand was suddenly on his other leg. No-no! This was too dangerous!

Either hand, luckily(?) snaked around his hips, seizing him by his butt. Lazaro took a break from kissing him to lift Kelly up ever so slightly, just enough to position him on the desk’s edge.