Mezro The Not-so-Helpful Wizard
Alex has reached the point where he was out of ideas and was feeling a bit desperate. It had been over a month since his mother had suddenly passed away, and while the eighteen year old had been able to more or less soldier on, his father showed no signs of improving from the deep depression the older lion had found himself in.
Sure, the blacksmith still went about his day as usual, more or less, mending armor and repairing swords along with more mundane work like shoeing feral horses, but the forty-two year old widower seemed to move around with an eerie sense of morbid obligation. Almost as if his heart had died alongside his love of over twenty years. For the most part, Alex understood his father's reaction. After all, he had dearly loved his mother as well. She was a great woman -- always ready with a kind word of advice or a home cooked meal. Plus she'd been one of the few people around the small village who had a genuine sense of humor. Alex's dad was a lot of things, but comedian was not amongst them.
When he thought of his father, words like 'stoic', 'honorable', and 'dependable' came to the young lion's mind. But now when he looked at this father, the powerfully built blacksmith seemed to be a shadow of his former self. Worse yet, not only was he not appearing to be get better as time went on, on a few days he seemed genuinely unwell. Which, too be honest, scared Alex more than a little. To the best of the son's recollection, he'd never seen his dad get sick, even once.
The youthful lion had done his best to be there for his father, but the older smith wasn't having any of it, insisting that he was fine before trying to lose himself in his work. Work that was clearly suffering in quality. At first, town's folk had been understanding. Some even going out of their way to commission work that was perhaps not entirely necessary. But that had been weeks ago, and now people were holding off on coming by the store-front entirely, not wanting to spend hard-earned gold on shoddy labor that was going to have to be fixed or redone entirely.
And so, when Alex saw the banner advertisement for 'Mezro the Helpful Wizard' hanging on the outside of the tavern's entrance, the teen allowed himself to get his hopes up. 'An actual Wizard! In our town? Surely if anyone would know how to help my pa, he would!' Alex thought to himself. Those who could practice even small amounts of magic were rare enough around these parts, which were so far away from the capital city. But a full-fledged Academy trained and guilded Wizard? It wasn't logn ago that you'd be lucky if you saw even a glimpse of one in your lifetime, let alone got a chance to sit down and talk with one of the scholars. And, if the banner was to be believed, he was willing to discuss commission work for those with unique or especially troublesome problems. Just the sort of problem Alex had on his hands.
There wasn't a great deal of information on the person-sized banner, but since Alex was literate, he could tell that the Wizard was going to be in the tavern for a few hours this evening -- but only for tonight. Unsurprisingly, the important intellectual was only stopping for a single night's rest on his way to somewhere else. 'He probably sent his apprentice ahead of him on horseback, to put up these banners so he could do a bit of business in every town he passed through on his way' the lion realized. He remembered something about the King had being annoyed at finding out that Wizards were gaining a reputation for being mysterious, aloof, and somewhat sinister. And so the King had ordered all mages to make their services available to public whenever feasible. For a reasonable price, of course.
Understanding that Mezro wouldn't accept 'please' and 'thank you' in lieu of payment, Alex ran back home and quietly snuck into his dad's room, before opening the hidden compartment that stored the professional's savings. River Town was too small to have its own bank, so years ago the blacksmith had installed this secret nook to store the family's rainy day funds. 'And if ever there was a rainy day in our family, this is it.'
Filling a modestly sized leather draw-string purse to the brim with gold, Alex made his way back to the tavern, determined to wait so he could be the first one to speak with the Wizard. Hours later, this ended up being a non-issue, since as soon as the mage appeared it became clear that the superstitious villagers were far too nervous to approach him. They'd much rather handle their own, mostly small, problems than have dealings with his sort.
For a few minutes, the lion allowed himself to stay seated at his corner table and just observe the robed figure. Apparently Mezro was a hyena of undeterminable age, garbed in fine silk purple robes that were so dark in color as to appear almost black. The mage didn't even appear to be perturbed by cold-shoulder treatment or the social isolation, apparently long use to this type of treatment from commoners. 'He's probably hoping no one will bother him tonight. After all, he only put that banner up because of the King's order.' the blacksmith's son deduced. 'Well, too bad. Tonight he and I have business to discuss.'
Standing up, Alex walked over to the Wizard's table, trying to show more confidence that he felt. Truth be told, his legs were already wobbly by the time he reached the hyena, and when he arived at the table he quickly grabbed the back of the chair to steady himself. "May I sit down? I have something I'd like to talk about with you. A problem, rather." The youth shut up, before he allowed himself to start rambling.
Looking up from his pint of ale, the strange hyena responded "Very well. Take a seat, young lad. And before you start, allow me to state that I'm offering up my skills on a commission basis. While I don't wish to make any assumptions about your means, I also don't want to have to sit through what might end being a lengthy request only to have you admit that you are penniless at the end. So, that said, do you have gold on your person or don't you?"
Gulping in the face of Mezro's tactless solicitation, Alex could only say "Yes, sir. I have some gold to pay you with. Though I'm unsure if it's enough. Perhaps you could hear me out and then let me know what you feel a fair price is? Assuming you are able to help at all, that is."
"Help at all, you say? Child, I do not call myself Mezro the Helpful Wizard in contradiction to my meager power and talents. On with you then. Tell me what problems a juvenile like yourself has that could justify the attention of a Wizard" the robed man said, crossing his arms.
"Sir, it's my mother. Or, rather, actually it's my father. You see, ever since my mom passed away a month back my father hasn't been the same. And he seems to only be getting worse. I don't know what sorts of abilities you posses, but maybe you could cast a spell to help him move on or perhaps..."
"Yes? Go on, already."
"Perhaps you could... bring her back? To life I mean. I once heard that Wizards can do that."
"Child, I will forgive you your gross ignorance, so allow me to be clear on this point. I cannot bring back your mother. And even if I could, I would not. I recommend that you simply let nature take its course. Your dad will come to terms with this loss in his own time."
"Please, good Wizard! I beg of you, help my family out! There must be something you can do! Anything!"
"Anything, you say... very well, lion. But know that while my magic can bend the balance of life, it cannot break it. The suffering you would save your father from you must istead take onto yourself. Knowing this, are you still so set on your noble goal? Or does the aspect of self-sacrifice wilt your determination? Think carefully."
"I'm not sure how you mean, Mr. Wizard sir, but I would do anything for my father. If there is a way you can help him, please do. If I must shoulder some of the burden, I will gladly pay this price."
Reaching out his right hand, palm up, Mezro sighed and said "Very well, boy. Now, hand me the purse you have strapped to your belt. Yes, the entire purse. And be thankful I'm rendering you this service at discount."
Hurriedly, Alex nearly thrust the bag of gold into the hand of the hand of the mage, saying "Oh, thank you, sir! You've saved my father, and I will remember your kind deeds for the rest of my life!"
"Oh, I'm sure you will, child. Now, walk with me to the forest. I can tell from the nervous glances of this tavern's patrons that they would appreciate me conjuring my magic as far away from them as possible." Getting up, the hyena quickly made his way out to the tavern and towards the edge of town, with the lion following close behind.
After walking for a half hour through the trees and brush, the mage brought them to a stop. "This will suffice. The setting sun is an ideal time to cast this sort magic, as it embodies the end of one story and the beginning of another. Now, stand there and close your eyes. Think of your mother. What was she like? How did she act? Her mannerisms, her style of speech, her sense of humor. Keep her appearance and personality in the forefront of your mind, while I work my magic. Don't lose focus, even for a moment, or the gold you spent will have been for naught."
Doing as he was bid, the adolescent lion closed his eyes and pictured his mother. Over the last month he'd been trying to think about her as little as possible, he realized, and he was finally allowing himself to dwell on her absence. It made his heart ache at the loss. Alex did his best to focus on her memory while ignoring the now muttering Wizard, who was chanting in a tongue the lion couldn't understand. Several long minutes of this went on while the sun continued to set. Just as the last rays of light faded out, Mezro placed his palm on the youth's forehead and loudly yelled the last verse of the incantation. To Alex, this took the form of a blinding light, which he saw even through closed eyelids, as he felt himself fall unconscious.
Awareness came back gradually to the blacksmith's son, as he slowly awoke on what he eventually noticed was his father's bed. Startled, the lion realized the he was not alone and he had first assumed, noticing that his father was also in the bed, apparently watching him sleep. Before he could ask his dad any questions, the muscular (and apparently shirtless) man said "I love watching you dream. From your face alone I know you must be seeing the most wonderful visions. But I know this to be true: nothing you've dreamt could possibly be even half as beautiful as the sight I see before me now."
Extremely confused at his father's odd behavior, Alex was about to ask the older man what in the world he talking about when the maned lion leaned over and captured the boy's lips in an intimate kiss. Shocked, Alex tried to pull back but found that his body was not responding to his will. Shock soon turned into panic as he tried his hardest to force his limbs to act upon his commands, to say something, to do anything! Instead, he found his hands come up to embrace the face of his father, pulling the colossal blacksmith into an even deeper kiss. For several long moments the youth's mind silently screamed in confusion as he felt his tongue wrestle wetly against father's.
When the pair eventually pulled apart, Alex's eyes caught something that his mind refused to process at first, as his father pulled the sheets off both of their nude forms. Moments later he couldn't help but accept the truth that was before his eyes. His father's huge cock was fully erect and moving towards him, until the hefty meat rested on his inner thigh. The eighteen year old's instincts screamed at him to pull back, but instead he found his hand reaching out to gently pet the generously proportioned arousal. The larger lion closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure at the contact, before saying "Your touch is like magic, love, and your lips feel like the finest silk. In fact, if you would indulge your husband..."
Still caught in a maelstrom of confusion, Alex couldn't immediately grasp what his father meant. It wasn't until he felt the lion's massive hand cup the backside of his head and begin to gently guide his muzzle down did he realize what the older man intended. Time seemed to move in slow motion as his dad's intimidatingly sized rod drew closer and closer to his mouth. Again, his body betrayed him as his lips opened slightly in anticipation of accepting the male's battering ram, which lay inches in front of him. 'Dad, please! No!!' Alex tried to scream the head of the cock began to press agonizingly against his lips. Soon after an impossible to ignore flavor filled the youth's mouth, as the musky taste and smell overtook the lion's senses. 'I'm sucking my father's cock. I can't believe this... why... how?'
In stark contrast to his son's misery, the father was clearly euphoric at the attention. "Oh, babe! You're amazing at this. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but if you ever figure it out, let me know. Though, don't bother thinking about it now. The only thing I want you paying attention to for the moment is your husband's needs. And you can take what's between your lips right now as evidence that I need you very badly indeed."
Sure enough, as if acting under the blacksmiths commands Alex found himself doing his utmost to satisfy the potent tasting bulk laying between his jaws, using an zealous combination of tongue, lips, and even throat. 'Why is this happening!? I don't understand! Unless... the Wizard! He did this to me!' the lion thought with certainty. It couldn't simply be mere coincidence and there was no other explanation. 'I just need to stop this and tell Mezro that I changed my mind! I didn't agree to this!'
But stopping was easier thought than said or done, with the teen's body easily resisting all attempts at control or direction. Plus, the youth found it incredibly hard to focus with his dad's cock pushing tentatively into the entrance of his throat. 'No... he wouldn't...' The truth though, is that while the blacksmith would have, the older man didn't have to, as Alex found himself reaching out with both hands to grab his father's hips before pulling himself even further onto the suffocating pole.
"Good lord, Suzanne! I don't know whether a devil or an angel has gotten into you, but either way they can stay as long as you keep this up!" Deep shame shadowed the boy's world as his father directed the dirty talk towards him. "Wife... I'm going to reach completion soon. Pull off so I can finish myself. Hurry, love! Sweetness, I'm almost... I'm going to! .... Aaggghh!!"
A new, even stronger taste flooded Alex's mouth as he realized what was happening. His father was inseminating his mouth, as a man would do to his wife's vagina. The thought alone filled him with horror and revulsion, but the reality he was forced to accept was far worse. 'I'm... swallowing it! Mezro, I'll kill you, you bastard son of a whore!'
"Oh, love. That was... you're amazing. Truly, no man in the world is as lucky as me. And don't worry about my virility -- I'll soon be ready to join with you in the... more traditional way. I just need a few moments to rest." The lion's father said, while gently petting the top of his 'wife's' head as she continued to suckle his girth.
Alex's body apparently had plans other than merely leaving the brawny husband be. Unsure but dreading what was to come, the teen found his body insistently encouraging the lion to turn over and lay on his stomach. The blacksmith was far too large for the son to move on his own, but it quickly became clear that the man was willing to indulge his wife anything at this point. If she wanted him on his stomach, then he was happy to oblige the request, even if he didn't understand the reason behind it.
The reason soon became inescapably clear to both father and son, however, as Alex felt himself spread the maned lion's ass cheeks apart so that he could place a kiss directly upon the man's puckered asshole. "Love!?" the blacksmith cried out, as he felt the caress of his wife's lips against sphincter. Laying down as he was, he was unable to prevent her sudden frenzied assault on his ring as her tongue treated his hole just like it had treated his cock moments before.
"In the name of all that is holy! I have no idea what you are doing, but please don't stop! Ohhh, babe..." The disobedient body had no intention of stopping, attacking the ring of muscle with broad licks and swipes of the tongue, before starting to press further into the flesh, past the outer rim. Fortunately for Alex, the Wizard was merciful enough that he included a few additional invocations into the master spell, for just such an occurrence. Not only would the spell (or curse, as Alex would argue) keep both father and son's tailholes blessedly clean, it would also keep the younger lion well lubed, so that his father and now husband didn't have to constantly overcome the resistance that a dry fuck entails. Not that Alex was aware of this alteration at the time of first intimacy, nor was that to say that there was no taste at all associated with the vulgar act. The youth was again forced to become familiar with yet another of his father's bodily flavor.
After a few minutes of this sinfully pleasurable rimming, Alex's dad was again at full mast and ready to perform his husbandly duties. But unsure when, if ever, he would get to experience this particular hidden delight of his wife's tongue in the future, he quietly allowed her to continue for as long as she desired. Quiet other than his approving moans, that is. For over twenty minutes the smith's son passionately made out with his father's asshole, feeling the ring of flesh occasionally squeeze down powerfully around his tongue while his dad groaned in contentment.
The intensely degrading act finally concluded when Alex's traitorous body changed position in such a way that his asshole was on perfect display to his unintentional lover. Laying on knees and shoulders with his ass pushed up in the air, the young lion tried to gasp as he felt his hands pulling his cheeks apart. For a moment, the boy wondered if he would have to endure his father's own tongue if the man felt obliged to return the favor. Instead, the strong husband silently passed on this opportunity, opting as an alternative to suddenly (and rudely in Alex's opinion) shove two fingers into the asshole presented before him.
The teen's attempts to squirm at the abrupt intrusion was translated by the Wizard's magic into thrusting back against the bulky digits pressing into him. The burning ache between his cheeks only increased as the middle-aged lion added a third finger to join the other two. Finding that the only thing he could control was the movement and focus of his eyes, from this position Alex was finally able to spot the large mirror across the room -- now seeing what his father saw for the first time.
Staring back at him from across the room was the perfect facsimile of Alex's mother, down to the handful understated beads she had woven into her hair. While unable to hear her himself, it was clear from the reflection in the glass that the magical illusion was begging her husband to give her even more, which the blacksmith obliged by placing the tip of his cock against his son's virgin hole. The teen wanted to beg his father to stop, but was humiliated to realize that his dad already thought he was begging. Begging to be fucked.
Only a second later half of his dad's exceptionally large length was buried in the pained lion's ass, which felt as if a heated sword hilt had been crammed into his colon. Since the couple had been happily married over twenty years at this point, it didn't occur to the older man to use anything other than his usual hurried pace. In all honestly, the smith would have preferred a more reasonable rhythm, but after this much time he knew exactly how his wife preferred their couplings: Rough and vigorous. And so the man fed his wife his meat as fast as he could, unaware of the tremendous distress he was causing his partner.
For Alex' part, it now felt like someone was feeding an iron gauntlet up his ass. He was given no time to attempt to relax or become accustomed to the intrusion before yet another unmerciful thrust was put to him. His father on the other hand was finally glad that he could pay his beautiful wife back for all the unexpected gratification she'd provided him with her mouth and tongue. The smith was determined to make his wife cum as hard as she ever had done before, as he slammed into her again and again with bruising strength.
A detached part of Alex's mind noted in mild surprise that he wasn't crying. Apparently instinctive and automatic reactions had been stripped from him as well. All he could do was watch his mother in the mirror, as she encouraged her husband to use even faster and more powerful thrusts of his hips. Allowing himself to watch his dad's face, he couldn't help but see the contentment and love in the man's expression. His father truly loved his wife, and considered it a privilege to be able to take care of her in this way. 'In a sick and twisted way, Mezro kept his word.' the teen considered.
Gradually, the pain receded as a new, and undesired, sensation replaced it. Pleasure, as yet another aspect of the Wizard's spell took effect. All of a sudden, the young lion's cock felt as if it were also thrusting into the tight ass of a lover, perfectly in time with his father's thrusts. 'This is what dad is feeling as he breeds me' Alex thought, and embarrassingly felt pride that his ass was able to make his old man feel so good. 'No! This is wrong and I will not allow myself to get off from it!'
Mezro's magic took that out of the youths hands, however, as his own climax was now inescapably linked to his father's orgasm while the older lion's hardon was buried in his ass. From now on, as long as his dad was fucking him, his father's pleasure would also be his pleasure, as Alex was forced to benefit from his own sodomization. While the son's cock would never receive even the slightest bit of attention from anyone ever again, and while he would forever be completely incapable of self-gratifying, the Wizard had decided that the teenager could share in some of the joy his dedication and sacrifice brought to his father.
Being the clever mage he was, though, the Hyena also realized he couldn't simply allow the child to leave cum stains behind, every time he was used. The masterfully crafted illusion of the lion's wife would be for naught if this sort of evidence was allowed to lay around and accumulate. And so the Wizard pleased himself with his own ingenuity when he came up with a workaround for this particularly sticky problem.
Feeling himself approaching climax, it took Alex hearing his father's loud groans to understand that it wasn't just his own orgasm he felt coming. It was his dad's as well. Just as the blissful ecstasy of release washed over him, the youth suddenly felt his mouth flooding with a now recognizable taste. 'Cum!?' the juvenile wondered as he was forced to swallow again and again. At the same time, the smith was proud in the knowledge that his wife was well satisfied, hearing her moan out her contentment as he continued to vigorously breed her. Meanwhile, in protection of the illusion that Alex had paid for, both streams of cum were actively being redirected to the younger lion's mouth as the boy was forced to gulp down his dad's output alongside his own. Alex had no way of knowing this, but the spell would take care of crafting the image of a wet, well-satisfied, and leaking vagina. And so, slowly dripping his father's cum out of his ass was viewed as unnecessary and untidy by the robed hyena. Much better that the boy simply gulp down the evidence, as far as the mage was concerned.
Pulling out of his son/wife, the well-muscled father/husband laid down on his back against the bed's mattress. Fucking at that speed and intensity was very draining for the lion, but well worth it if it made his love happy. Feeling his father pull out and lie down, the mentally battered Alex silently watched as he crawled over to his pa, before taking the soggy cock back into his mouth. 'I suppose Mezro also views this as part a wife's womanly duties? Has the Wizard ever even been married before!?'
Too exhausted to protest his spouse's new approach to post-coitus cuddling, the smith simply allowed himself to smile as he felt his wife slurp his member completely clean. Though, he wasn't sure how his balls got dirty during their love making, but was by no means going to complain as she paid several minutes worth of attention to each ball, followed by another several minutes to the entire sack at once. Eventually, Alex felt his head pulled up as he was forced to look directly his father's face. There was a long silence, and the boy realized that that his 'mother' must have been talking to dad. Alex couldn't help but wonder what the illusion was saying as his father's expression change from tired but pleased, to shocked, to mildly surprised, to aroused acceptance, before the smith go up and left the room.
The lion had no choice but to sit and wait on the bed until the husband came back in the room with a mug. 'What is he doing?' Alex wondered, and he saw his dad position the mug beneath his shrinking erection before emptying his bladder into the cup with a sheepish grin. 'No... he couldn't... dad would never disgrace mom in this way!' He would if she asked for it, Alex reflected. Dad would cut off his left hand if his gentle, loving wife asked him to.
Clearly a bit bashful and uncomfortable with what he was doing, the dad handed the now filled mug to his son, who accepted it before bringing it up to his own face. The smell struck the youth before the taste did, but soon that too was enveloping the lad's senses as he slowly drank the contents of the container. If given any choice in the matter, Alex would never have agreed to such a demeaning act. And if he was forced to drink at sword point, he would have chugged the piss down as fast as he could to get it over with as quickly as possible. Instead, the husband got to earnestly watch as his wife slowly sipped at the mug, as if her love had handed her the most delicious summer's wine that had ever been. And while his son was forcing himself to down the acrid urine, the older lion began jerking his dick back to full firmness, clearly turned on by the respect and admiration his wife was paying him.
"I still have no idea what's gotten in to you, love, but if I have any say in it, this is how we'll be from now on! In fact, tomorrow I'm building myself a new reading chair. One that sits close to the ground and has the middle of the seat cut out. Anytime I'm sitting in that chair, I want you to feel welcome to.... umm, kiss me to your heart's content, no matter what I'm doing. I'll be sure to add adjustable height cushions beneath the chair, so you can comfortably lay on the ground, face up. If you like, that is! I would certainly never force you to do anything, my lovely wife. I can only say that as far as I'm concerned, I'll be sitting in that chair frequently, and hoping you come by, dearest sweetheart. Perhaps I'll also add a drainage cup, near the crotch, connected to a flexible tube. That way I won't have to interrupt you by needing to get up to piss. After all, if you like my... beverage this much, I wouldn't want to deprive you, honey. I'd give you anything you asked for that was in my power to offer -- you know that!" While the thought of spending countless hours worshiping his father's ass made him feel unwell, Alex had to admit that he hadn't seen his father this happy in weeks. The man had purpose again, and practically glowed with vitality.
Eventually, the cursed youth finished off the disgusting contents of the mug. Kneeling on the ground, the lion placed the cup on the floor before yet again taking his father's jutting pole into his muzzle. As the youth took even more of his dad's cock into his throat than he had last time, he heard the man continue to sweet talk the person he thought was his wife.
"I was thinking... we should try and see if we can have a child. I know we're both a little on in years, but I hear there's some amazing potions that the Wizard's Guild makes available. I guess they're suppose to improve fertility and ensure a safe pregnancy. Actually, come to think of it I'm not sure why we never had a kid. After all, we talked about it all those times -- even before we got married. And I want you to know that, boy or girl, either way I would still be a tremendously happy father. After all, how could any child of yours be anything other than the most giving soul to have ever lived?"