The Lord Sorcerer does something nice for once

I woke up in a daze. All around me was the evidence of my self destruction. Casks of Netherpool fire-brandy lay strewn about my room. Things had been smashed against the floors, walls, and ceiling. I was naked, and I could smell my own thick beastly musk. I looked down at my nude form.

All my servants wore little white cloths. To dab at grimy things or dust ancient mirrors, in all honesty I did not know. The mistress of the tower, my head of staff, insisted upon them. Now that I considered things for cleaning clothes they never had a streak of dirt on them. The two girls who had proceeded Alis wore theirs at their hip. Alis wore hers to hold back her long honey colored hair. When I had raged at her yesterday it had fallen in her flight. I looked at it now where I had tied it around my dick, used the soft material, smelling like her, to finish myself. I am disgusting. I raised it to my nose. It no longer smelled of citrus, vanilla, and honey.Now it smelled of me.

I tossed it away, and it burned into a crisp in the air. I regretted it instantly. How would I return it now? Tie a ribbon around a box of cinders? Not that I had any ribbons. But, I could make some! I could apologize! The great Lord Sorcerer would apologize to Alis the serving girl. I could not remember the last time I had apologized. It must have been before I erected the tower, hundreds of cycles ago, before I had been cursed to be a beast. I got up. I was giddy, though I did not understand why.

I summoned ancient magics. They were magics better left forgotten, magics that had been lost by all but the most ancient of sorcerers. Magics that raised the dead, brought the Lost to Reality, undid Fate, and scoured names from the Eternal Record. The room darkened and the glow bulbs flickered out; the photons from their dim emitters trembling in agony as the light tried desperately to escape. I heard screams from the Otherside, the Lost were crying out as they always did, their screams unintelligible, unless you listened too long or by accident, and became a Lost yourself. The contents of the room faded away, temporarily steeped in the un-Reality. Not quite the Otherside but too close, far too close. I found the Eternal Record unguarded. The Guardian herself drawn away by my magics. I struck at it.

I dismissed the spell. It was two minutes ago and the cloth was wrapped around my cock. I untied it, and clutched it greedily. It was a simple spell for me to unwind the inexorable passage of time. It was dangerous though, too dangerous, ill advised, and forbidden. But I am the Lord Sorcerer, my will is all that matters, and my arrogance proceeded me.

I held the beautiful rag. A little more manipulation of the Eternal Record, a little more screaming from the Lost, and it no longer smelled of cum, sweat, and angry regrets. Citrus, vanilla, and honey. Was that also, possibly, sunshine?

Now! A box with a ribbon. I threw on a thick cloak and began my search. You see something everyday, stumble over it even and then just when you finally needed it… Ah there it was. I lifted it off one of my tables over laden with things.

It was a beautiful box, given to me by my mother thousands of cycles ago. Hand carved from obsidian and clasped shut by a nickel plated human skull. Inside it rested the heart of a king. I fished out the heart and placed it on the table, where it settled with a splat and kept beating. I cleaned out the blood as best I could, purifying the box with magics designed to wash away corruption and evil. That would have to do. I placed the little cloth within.

Next, a ribbon! I tore off a piece of cloth from one of my great heavy robes. I made a long strip and cast a few magics here and there. Now I held a frilly pink bow. The light of the Lonely Moon turned everything to blacks and grays. That would not do. I summoned light from a nicer place and wove it into the ribbon. Now it shone with its own pink light, that would never be extinguished. Too long in the dark the light hurt my eyes, perfect. I wrapped it around the obsidian box. It made for a nice contrast if I do say so myself. I made sure to place the center of the bow within the mouth of the human skull, Alis would love it.

Then I would apologize and she would love me.

My heart skipped and my brain froze. Love me? The beast smiled evilly. We were going to hold Alis down and **** her with **** pleasure until her mind broke. No. The beast recoiled within as if stung. What of our erection? Our thrumming, angry, aroused blood. Surely it must be sated? Our appetite slaked with the cries of a soft maiden? That was no “soft maiden” you contemptuous beast. That was Alis, and she had rediscovered how to make bread. The curse it growled, we would feed or die. No. Alis was special, she would be spared. She would be wooed and made to feel special. Special? As in made happy so her betrayed cries would be sweeter. No. Happy as in filled with sunshine she would then lavish upon me. I would see her full bosoms, hold her large round hips, and massage her thin waist. She would bare them to me with a smile on her face. By “smile” and “bare“ you mean tortured cries and ripping? No. No, I do not.

The beast tried to kill me. My hand grabbed a knife from the table and plunged it into my chest. My other hand grabbed my wrist before the cold plasteel tip punctured a lung or my heart. I was snarling and foaming at the mouth. I would not just be freed of the curse. I would kill, feed, despoil, and ravage, or I would die. I gathered my will. I had the magic. These were my hands. This was my sanctum, in my tower. I was the master. I was the Lord Sorcerer.

I sent the Beast flaming, bleeding, and wounded howling into the abyss. It would return in short order, it always did.

I looked up. Alis was in the doorway. I stood here. Foam leaking from my mouth, white wide sclera bloodshot, half dressed, great ursine chest exposed, a dagger sticking out of my flesh, hot blood dripping unto the floor. From my nose and mouth leaked smoke from the magics I had called to burn the Beast.

I smiled at her weakly, and gestured towards the box on the table. “Hello Alis, I am sorry.” A cloud of soot escaping from my lips. She screamed and covered her mouth. The platter of food she carried, a bowl of plain nutrient solution, and water smashed on the stone floor. I lunged at her arms wide. She could not run. I had things to say. Gifts to lay at her feet. I caught her wrist as she started for the door. The knife forgotten, sticking out of my savage muscles.

“Please release me,” she spoke in a whisper.

I floated the box over from the table and presented it to her. She took a look at the skull and her face grew white and pale. Did she not like skulls? Or the ribbon?

“Alis! I burned the Beast. I sent him tumbling away. It is safe now.”

“I don’t know what that means.” She whispered again.

“Open the box please.”

She took it in trembling hands, undid the ribbon, and looked inside. Her eyes widened. She looked up at me her expression unreadable. “I lost this here?”

“Yes! I am returning it to you! Do you like it?”

She pulled it out and turned it over in her hands. I noticed, finally, that she had procured a replacement, and it was sitting atop her head. I let out an internal moan, what a waste. The things were interchangeable not precious. I turned away from her.

She caught me. By the chin! And turned my head back. There was a tiny smile tugging at the corner of one plush lip. “The mistress punished me for losing this.” She took off the replacement and tied the lost one around her head. “Thank you, Lord Sorcerer.”

I smiled a toothy fanged smile. I had done it! I made Alis smile. Haha, I was a man again, a dumb besotted man! I had made a girl smile!

“You’re bleeding!” she said with a start.

“Oh, never mind that.” I plucked the dagger from my chest and my flesh knit itself back together with a quiet squelching. She seemed surprised, but she took the replacement cloth and began dabbing at the blood.

“Hopefully the mistress doesn’t punish me again. When she sees two, one covered with blood who knows what she will think. Punish me for stealing?” She laughed a nervous laugh. It was a twinkling merry thing. Gods! When had I found the time to fall so hopelessly in love?

“Please, Alis? Why does the mistress of servants make you all wear the cloths? I do not know.”

“Oh! Well Lord Sorcerer, the mistress is all but blind. She says her vision has faded and all she sees now are grey and blacks blurs. The cloths are bright white, they let her pick us out from among the automata, and statues.”

“The mistress can no longer see colors?”

“No, my Lord Sorcerer.”

“Then she will not notice this.” I waved a hand and turned Alis’s cloth, made heard scarf into a cherry red. She gasped. “Do you like it?”

She laughed delightedly. Then she did something so surprising, so undeserved, so heart wrenchingly wonderful. She hugged my thick neck. Tears formed in my eyes, my huge heart fluttered, and my breath came short. My brow became hot like a fever, and my cock tingled, though it did not rise.

I had not been hugged in living memory. My mother did not do so such things. My lovers had embraced me passionately, but never tenderly. She was so close. My smell had been preternatural so the curse had taken me. Alis’s perfume was daintily and sparingly applied, yet I smelled it when she was in the tower elevator, days after she left my room, I even smelled it on the platters she left on my table. Now it was so powerful I felt high, and light headed in its presence. I resisted the urge to take great huffing breaths.

“Alis?” I asked when she broke the hug. “Alis would you please come in?”

We did not have much in common and even less to talk about, but we tried, as I shared the nutrient paste with her. Just listening to her was music. I tried to amuse her and finally I got a laugh for my fumbling attempts. I was a funny man, so it surprise me when she laughed again. Was she laughing at every sorry attempt at a joke? Was I… joking?

She noticed the time with a start. “The mistress will punish me. I am sorry Lord Sorcerer, I must go!”

“Wait!” I did not want her to get punished but also I could not let her go? Perhaps I could kill the tower mistress? No! That would scare Alis. “Will you return?” I asked.

“Oh, yes.” She said with a smile. “It is my duty to serve you.”

My heart dropped a little.

“And my pleasure of course.” She gave me a little smile.

Wait! What did that mean? What was that look? She walked to the door swaying her hips just ever so. My eyes followed them; hypnotized. She looked back over her shoulder and caught me. She wore a little smirk on her cute face.

I glimpsed her surface thoughts before I could stop myself.

“The Lord Sorcerer is an interesting man. Or is he a man? I think he is.” Her eyes looked me up and down. “He is as big as the horses back home, yet he has a tenderness to him, and that chest, its huge. Hands like dinner trays…”

I covered my hands, trying not to blush. I do not think she noticed. I retreated from her mind as quickly as I could. But caught a last thought, “I wonder if every part of him is like the horses back home…”

I ran from her mind, blushing, heart thrumming, and hot blood rushing downwards. She left. And I breathed out a sigh of relief. She would come again tomorrow? I could hardly wait.