{"sf1_id":1044211,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Blue Wizard","author":"Kairopter","words":4632,"posted_at":"2016-07-11T06:16:00.000Z","tags":["Fantasy","Fox","Gay","Leopard","M/M/M","Magic","Prostitution","Supernatural","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1044211-the-blue-wizard","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1044211","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1044211\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Found this old incomplete piece in one of my files and decided to finish it. I don't have a lot of experience writing explicit sex scenes... something I'll have to work on.\nIn this story a wolf goes in search of the fabled Blue Wizard, a being said to bring your most desired sexual fantasies to life.","content":"The old fishing town reminded Garen a lot of the slums back home. It was a small forgotten place at the edge of the civilized world, where the lost and broken seemed to instinctively gather. Here, so close to the sea, the air always carried a chill. The smell of salt and rotted fish wafted up from the nearby docks. The buildings were crammed together, each uglier than the last, built on twisted cobblestone streets. \u0026nbsp;We traveled three months at sea to get here? \u0026nbsp;He thought. By the dim torchlight, Garen held out an old piece of parchment, trying to make out his friend's untidy scrawl...\n\nLook for the little house on the old street. It'll have a single lantern on the outside--that's how you know the Wizard is seeing clients--look for a moon and star painted on the door.\n\nWalking down the crooked lane, Garen scanned every door as he passed. One had a rabbit's head nailed to it. The next house didn't even have a door and he heard muffled screams coming from deep within. He walked faster, checking over his shoulder every now and then. It was folly to come to this part of the city alone, even for a battle seasoned warrior such as himself.\n\nWhy the fuck would a wizard live in place like this?\n\nThen he spotted it; a modest, two story brick house, windowless with only one door. \u0026nbsp;It wasn't as unfortunate looking as some of the other surrounding buildings but it still bore the obvious wears of old age. A single lantern hung above the door, burning dimly in the mild afternoon light, and there it was, the crescent moon with the star. \u0026nbsp;He hesitated but Wendel's voice egged him on. C'mon, man, go inside. I swear it will be the best night of your life!\n\nSighing, Garen squeezed his sword's pommel for luck and stepped inside\n\nThe air was stifling. He shut the door behind him and the stink of fish vanished, replaced by the overwhelming scent of lavender.\n\n\"Hello there,\" said a silky voice.\n\nGaren's jaw dropped.\n\nA leopard with onyx grey spots and shinning silver fur sat behind a magnificent mahogany desk, the kind of desk you might see in a lord's study, or one of those highborn novices from the Citadel. She regarded him\u0026nbsp;curiously\u0026nbsp;and with some amusement as he stood there gawking at her.\n\nGaren, realizing he was staring like a horny fool, tried to shake the perfume haze from his mind and cleared his throat. \"Hey there ... I'm looking for...\" The rest of his sentence died in his mouth. What was he looking for exactly? How would he even say it? Fortunately, the sultry leopard seemed to know exactly what was on his mind.\n\n\"I know what you're looking for,\" she said, walking around the desk. She was dressed in robes of deepest purple; they flowed down the contours of her thick, voluptuous form, framing the mounds of her enormous bosom. She was a goddess of marble come to life, an older woman, Garen guessed around her thirty second, or thirty fifth year, but that didn't detract from her exotic allure. The Wizard was more beautiful than he could possibly imagine.\n\n\"Oh yeah?\" he smirked, gaining back some of his form. The growing hardness in his trousers seemed to have broken whatever spell the sickly hot air and the flower stink had cast on him. \u0026nbsp;\"And what that might be, sweet thing?\" He desperately wanted to impress her, to seem aloof, all while battling the powerful desire urge to fondle those wonderful tits.\n\n\"I believe you are looking from me?\"\n\nGaren turned away from his vision and beheld a young fox, no older than eighteen or nineteen, barely a man grown, \u0026nbsp;as he emerged from a doorway, wearing a midnight blue cloak so dark it was almost black. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but the wolf could feel his deep golden eyes staring at him,\n\n\"What?\" Said Garen incredulously. \"Who are you, boy?\"\n\n\"I am the Wizard.\" He bowed his head. \"I apologize for keeping you waiting. I hope my attendant Sasha has kept you in good company.\"\n\n\"I ... but I...\" He looked desperately at Sasha. \"I thought you were the wizard...\" he couldn't keep the crushing disappointment from his voice.\n\nSasha's smile was apologetic. \"I am sorry, Sir, but I am only a lowly assistant.\"\n\nGaren's ears dropped and his erection wilted. Why didn't Walter tell me the Wizard was a fucking boy! Gren's temper flared, fed by his disappointment and humiliation. \"You're just a kid,\" he said tensely to the fox. \"And--and a child!\" He blurted out.\n\n\"I have been a man grown for two years.\" He didn't sound angry or insulted by Gren's outburst. His voice was calm, pleasant even. He simply stating facts in a reassuring manner.\n\nGaren looked away and huffed like a petulant child. \"Well I didn't come here to get fucked by some kid.\" He couldn't stand this outrage! Had someone played a trick on him? Yeah, I bet Walter is laughing his ass off back at the ship... probably thought it real funny sending me to a boy whore. Lets see if he still thinks it's funny when I knock out his teeth.\n\nThe fox stepped forward, holding out a silk towel like he were a merchant showing off his wares.\n\n\"What's this?\" Garen asked, sneering.\n\n\"For you,\" he said amiably. \"When you change, wrap this around yourself. I can't have you running around my shop naked, can I?\"\n\nGaren blushed fiercely. \"I told you I ain't interested in no boy whore!\" Then why are you still here?\n\nThe Wizard smiled wider as if he knew exactly what had just went through Garen's mind. \"Consider this,\" he said smoothly. \"You've come all this way looking for me. I know every face in this village and yours I've never seen. You stink of the ocean, you're wearing a sword. I suppose you're new into town, fresh off the boat. A mercenary or a sell sword if I'm not mistaken, hired by merchants to protect them while they travel the eastern trade routes...Your friends told you about me, didn't they?\"\n\n\"... so what if they did?\" He grumbled.\n\n\"Yet you were surprised to discover that I am a man. I'm going to assume they didn't tell you my gender, because they thought you'd never come if you knew. However,\" he added. \"I'm guessing they also told you what I am capable off.\n\nThe wolf thought back to those dark lonely nights in the galley, trading dull stories and playing dice while the ocean crashed against the sides of the ship. Walter had told him of a magician, a Blue Wizard, that specialized in sensual magic, a\u0026nbsp;possessor\u0026nbsp;of ancient secrets, a master of carnal delights and debauchery that would make a whore blush.\n\n\"There's one in the fishing town we're gonna make port in,\" Walter had said, taking a long swig from his flask. \"I'd go again if I had the gold ... I heard there's nothing the Blue Wizard can't do if it has something to do with sex--bigger dick, your wildest fantasies come to life, you'll die with a smile on your face if you see the Blue Wizard even once...\n\n\"You want to stay.\" The fox said, pulling Garen out of his memories. \"You want to taste all the things they promised you, but you want me to alleviate your guilt, you want my reassurance, so I will give it to you; intense as this experience will be, you and I will not actually be having sex.\"\n\nGaren was suspicious but hopeful. \"Is that so?\"\n\nThe Wizard nodded. \"Most assuredly.\"\n\nGaren ruffled the back of his scraggly head. \"I... well... how much is this going to cost, anyway?\"\n\nThe fox's answer was prompt and struck like a whip.\"Normally I charge five Gilds.\"\n\nGaren nearly choked. \"Five Gilds!\" Not even the highest paid whores in the Capitol charged that much. \"That's--\"\n\n\"However,\" he calmly cut across. \"Seeing as this is your first time...\" the fox paused, observing him with those enormous gold eyes. \"One Gild.\"\n\nSasha raised her eyebrows in surprise but said nothing.\n\nGaren eyed him skeptically. A Gild would buy him a blow job and a hot meal down at the docks.\n\n\"Are you any good?\" he asked shrewdly.\n\nThe Wizard smiled. \"I've had Lords and Ladies propose marriage to me after I was through with them.\"\n\n\"You're ... you're not gonna touch me, are you?\" He looked the young fox up and down.\n\nHe shook his head slowly. \"Not unless you want me to.\"\n\nGaren huffed and made a bit of a show out of making his decision, hoping he could get the Wizard to drop the price a little more, but when the lad didn't bite, he reached into his purse and withdrew a single gold coin. \"Shit, why not?\" He said, holding it out.\n\nWithout taking his eyes from Garen, the Wizard took the coin and held it over his shoulder. Sasha took it and Garen watched with a bit of a smirk as she slipped it between her breasts.\n\n\"So ...\" the wolf said uncomfortably. \"You're like a magical prostitute?\"\n\nSasha gasped and touched her lips. The Wizard smiled pleasantly but Gren swore he saw his eyes flash for a second. \u0026nbsp;\"Er... \u0026nbsp;didn't mean any offense,\" he added lamely.\n\n\"None taken, Sir. Sasha!\" He snapped his fingers and the spotted leopard was instantly at his side. \"Please escort our guest to the baths and have him washed. I will be in the back room getting ready.\"\n\nBowing her head, Sasha\u0026nbsp;gently took Garen's arm and began leading him towards and flowing pink curtain on the other side of the room.\n\n\"Er... Bath?\" He asked.\n\nThe Wizard looked back and smiled that pleasant smile of his. \"I wasn't joking when I said I could smell the ocean on you.\"\n\nGaren grumbled but the prospect of being bathed by Sasha stayed his tongue.\n\nHaving been first distracted by Sasha, Garen didn't have time to appreciate the inside of the shop. Now, as she swept aside the flowing pink curtain, Garen took a moment to look back at its meagre presentation; he caught a glimpse of the splendid mahogany desk, a few decorative candles and a two more doors hidden by curtains, Garen thought he caught a glimpse of a stairwell before Sasha closed the drapes behind him.\n\n\"If you would undress please.\"\n\nThe heat was intense. The room was bare except for a large wooden tub which seemed to be giving off a swirling purple mist. Garen's nose twitched. More of that lavender scent. I'm probably gonna stink like flowers for days, he thought, undressing.\n\nGaren's body was a wall of hard iron, covered in smoky grey fur and a dozen battle scars, all, in his mind, souvenirs of epic battles and savage fights to death involving him and twenty adversaries all thirsty for his blood. He lured many a horny bitch to his bed with these stories--he peaked over his shoulder to see if Sasha was watching him--and hoped they might win him one more, even though the spotted leopard had politely shut her eyes while he disrobed, not opening them until she heard him sink into the perfumed waters.\n\nKneeling, Sasha placed a folded towel behind his head and instructed him to lean back. He did so, exhaling slowly, enjoying the feeling of the heat penetrating his aching joints. Grabbing a bar of soap, Sasha dunked her hands in the water, lathered them up, then began gently running her fingers through the wolf's\u0026nbsp;mangy fur. Garen sighed contentedly. Her touch was soft and caring. This alone\u0026nbsp;was worth the Gild, Garen thought as she began massaging his shoulders. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, listening to the trickle of water as it dripped from her paws.\n\n\"So, how long you been here?\" He asked after a few minutes.\n\nShe raised his arm and began scrubbing in his pit. \"Not very long,\" she wrung out the rag and began rubbing his chest in concentric circles. \"Three months, maybe. Alivan never stays in one place long.\"\n\nHe scrunched his face. \"Alivan?\"\n\n\"The Wizard.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Oh.\"\n\n\"Lean forward please.\" She moved on to his back, starting with just her hands at first. Garen let out a quiet moan. He hadn't known just how sore he'd been, how those long months at sea had worn him though, how deep the chill had crawled into his bones. He felt so relaxed, so at peace. He would have fallen asleep if not for the pulsing ache of his erection.\n\nGaren leaned back when she was finished and peeked at her breasts from the corner of his eye... oh to just reach out and touch one. His cock flexed at the thought.\n\n\"You know,\" he said, turning on his side. \"I would pay all the gold in my purse for a night with you.\"\n\nShe giggled but her eyes were sharp. \"I am flattered, Sir.\"\n\nHe reached out and ran his hand up her forearm. She didn't pull away, nor did she encourage his touch. \u0026nbsp;His body burned with lust, his mind fogged by the smell of lavender and perfume, all conscious thought was obsessed with the image of Sasha underneath him, moaning, begging. He yearned to finally sink deep inside of her as she called out his name.\n\n\"So?\" His voice was a quiet whisper. \"How about it?\"\n\nSmiling, she leaned forward until they were almost touching, giving him a good view of her ample cleavage. She reached out and placed her hand over his chest, feeling the pounding of his racing heart. Garen whimpered with need ... he would have begged if she asked. Sasha moved closer as though she were about to kiss him, but at the last possible moment, she pulled away and stood.\n\n\"Now what kind of assistance would I be if I stole business from my employer.\" She walked across the room, giving him a playful smile. \"I left the towel on the floor by the tub. Come on out when you are ready,\" and she vanished behind the curtain.\n\nGaren stared after her, thunderstruck. He slammed his fists down, splashing water over the sides of the tub and huffed angrily. \"Fucking tease ...\"\n\n\\*\n\nGaren whipped the curtain aside moments later with the fox's silk towel wrapped around his waist. He had waited for his erection to subside before going out. He didn't want to give Sasha the opportunity to laugh at him. The main room was empty, save for the desk and a few glowing candles... Sasha was nowhere to be seen. The curtain on the other side of the room moved aside and the fox, Alivan Sasha had called him, quietly asked\n\n\"Are you ready?\"\n\nEven though he felt like storming out of the shop in disgust, he simply nodded determinedly and crossed the room. Yeah I'm ready, and I know exactly who I'm going to ask for, he thought, imagining a certain spotted leopard.\n\nThe Fox \u0026nbsp;bowed him through the door and let the drape fall as he passed. The room was much like the last but rather than a tub it was occupied mostly by a large feather bed hidden by a ring of deep red hangings. The flickering orange light of the many candles made the gossamer curtains look as though they were on fire. Despite himself, Garen felt a little excited at the sight of the bed and all it implied.\n\n\"S-so ...\" Garen began awkwardly--one of the fox's long triangular ears twitched at his voice--He was quiet for a moment, dignity forbidding him from asking the question he really wanted to ask. Fuck it! I've come this far I might as well go all the way. \"I-I heard Blue Wizard can do things ...\"\n\nThe Fox tilted his head inquisitively. \"Such as?\"\n\nGaren cleared his throat. \"W-well I heard you can make an ugly woman beautiful... make a barren maiden fertile ... make,\" he coughed and mumbled\"... make a man bigger.\"\n\nThe fox raised his hand and cupped it around his ear. \"Apologies, I didn't catch that last part.\"\n\n\"Make a man... bigger,\" he repeated, a little louder.\n\n\"Sorry?\"\n\n\"Make a man bigger!\" He finally yelled.\n\nThe Wizard smiled--Garen was grateful he had not laughed--and his response was gentle. \"Don't believe everything you hear.\" He gestured to the bed. \"If you would please lie down.\"\n\nGaren gave him a look of revulsion, removed his towel and laid down on the bed. The mattress was soft, not the most comfortable bed he'd ever been in but it sure as hell beat the hammock he spent the last six months sleeping on.\n\nClosing his eyes, the Wizard began moving his hands in circles over the wolf's naked body. \"This is your first time with one of my kind, yes?\"\n\nGaren gulped, staring up at the ceiling. \"Y-Yes.\"\n\nThe fox nodded, his face barely visible inside his hood.\n\n\"A-Alright,\" Garen began slowly, very very aware that he was naked in front of this young man. \"I want a night with ...\" He gulped, thoughts of the leopard dancing through his mind. \"I want a night with your assistant,\u0026nbsp;Sasha. And I want her to--\"\n\nThe fox cut across him. \"I think you misunderstand what I do here. I do not give my clients what they ask for ... I give them what they need.\"\n\n\"It's all the same thing, isn't it?\" Garen snapped, not bothering to hide his annoyance.\n\nThe Wizard chuckled, the kind of chuckle a man uses when a child has just said something he considers to be extremely foolish. \"Sir, you'll find people rarely know what they need.\" He leaned closer to the wolf and whispered, \"but I know.\" His eyes shone in the dark like ghostly lanterns. \"I always know.\"\n\nGaren swallowed nervously.\n\nThe Fox placed his hand on the wolf's forehead. \"Now relax...\"\n\nClosing his eyes, Garen let out a slow calming breath while the fox began to chant quietly. He could feel himself beginning to drift away, slowly ... slowly ... he was gliding down a river, floating by a meadow of purple flowers. The fox's chanting had disappeared. Garen heard a myriad of sounds: the groaning of his old ship, a shrill laugh he recognized from childhood... a soft touch he couldn't place ... Darkness closed in around him, long shadowy hands lovingly embraced him and pulled him deeper into the black. It would feel so good to just sink ... He felt paws on him suddenly, strong calloused paws rubbing his chest. Garen's frustration boiled. Fucking fox, I told him I didn't want him touching me! \u0026nbsp;He tried to get up but he was forced back down. Another set of paws ran up his legs, hungrily kneading his thighs. \"What the fuck!\" A wolf, not a fox, was leering down at him. His fur was brilliant silver that shone like a pond touched by moonlight. His eyes were deep, fathomless pools of molten gold, staring down at him with sinister malice.\n\nHe knew those eyes, that face--\n\n\"Commander Holts?\" He stammered in disbelief.\n\n\"Shhhh,\" Holts breathed across his face. \"Just lie back and relax.\"\n\n\"There's no one around, boy.\" The wolf looked down and gasped. The man rubbing his thighs was old Gilbert, he\u0026nbsp;recognized\u0026nbsp;him immediately. He had been the blacksmith in the village he grew\u0026nbsp;up. He remembered how he used to watch him for hours, slamming away at glowing hot metal with his mighty hammer, admiring the way his muscles bulged. He used to scruffle his head and call him \"boy\" a lot. Why was he here? He had died after a horse kicked him in the head, but here was with those same strong, thick arms and that round, protruding gut.\n\n\"W-what! I don't!\" Garen looked around, panicking.\n\nGilbert and Holts shared a look and grinned vaguely foxish grins.\n\nThe bedroom had melted away. They were now inside a tent. He could hear sounds of people outside, laughing and shouting, \u0026nbsp;bragging \u0026nbsp;about all the men they had killed and the women they fucked. If they found him like this...\n\nHolts pressed a finger to his lips. \"Quiet now, boy. We don't want the other to hear, do we?\"\n\nGaren whimpered as the two men had at him. He closed his eyes, fighting back moans and they ran their strong, calloused paws all over his body, kneading his aching, tired flesh. The bath with Sasha seemed a thousand years ago, in another time, another life.\n\n\"I think he likes it,\" Holts rumbled in that deep bass of his.\n\n\"N-No!\" Garen had never felt so weak, so helpless.\n\nHolts laughed and mocked him. \"Nooo he says,\" tweaking the wolf's nipple.\n\nGilbert chuckled. \"Think you might be right.\" He reached out and squeezed Garen's penis. The wolf's \u0026nbsp;immediate reaction was to pull away but he couldn't. He immediately started to get hard in the other man's hand. \"Gods, look at this!\" The old blacksmith said, squeezing. \"Hard as a fucking rock.\"\n\nHolts sneered. \"You like this don't you?\" He let his hands glide down Garen's body. \"You like being molested by two strong men.\n\n\"N-no I--AAAH!\" Garen's stammering denial was interrupted when Gilbert started lightly caressing his balls. The wolf squirmed, begging them to stop.\n\nThen his Commander leaned down and silenced the quivering wolf with a deep, passionate kiss. Garen whimpered against the other man's muzzle, fighting the flood of pleasure that filled his mind. He felt a thick, broad tongue sweeping across his closed lips, demanding entrance. No... I won't kiss him. Gilbert then took Garen's cock in his mouth, and the wolf cried out, allowing Holts' tongue to slip through.\n\nGaren bucked, his mind clouded with euphoria, his stomach burning with indignation, and always the faint smell of lavender. The two men were so strong. The Commander lifted Garen with almost no effort and they sandwiched the moaning wolf between them, grinding their hard powerful bodies against him.\n\n\"You're not alone,\" the old Blacksmith whispered. \"We're here with you now. We love you.\"\n\nGaren's expression was pained. Hot, bitter tears streamed down his face and he looked away, ashamed to be crying. \"No you don't. You left... \"\n\n\"We do,\" Holts whispered. \"It's not your fault.\" The two men wrapped their arms around him. \"It's okay to be sad... it's okay to feel pain. Let it go.\"\n\nGaren's heart felt like it was going to burst. He felt like he was dying of thirst but didn't know it until someone offered him water. He didn't know how lonely he had been. He remembered all those nights passed lying on in his hammock, long after the comforts of liquor and women had abandoned him.\n\nThe otter's thick finger's slipped under the wolf's body and sunk into his hole, spreading him gently. Garen shuttered.\n\n\"You want me to touch you?\" They asked in strange voices and Garen screamed yes.\n\nThey used him in every way they could. \u0026nbsp;Sometimes one at a time or both claiming a hole, spearing the fox between their thrusts. Time seemed to stretch until a moment was as long as a lifetime. He had hot, ecstatic flashes of the old blacksmith fingering him, sinking his manhood deep inside of him, of his mouth being fucked by the Commander mouth while Gilbert fucked him from behind. A dam had broken deep inside him. He moaned like a horny bitch and cried decades of tears. There were hundreds of hands on him, groping, kneading, touching every part of him. Garen screamed with hopeless abandon, free and soaring. He begged for relief and release. He begged for them not to stop, to never stop, he cried while they held him, whispering sweet words into his ear. They promised that they loved him, they promised everything would be alright...\n\nGaren found himself cradled in the fox's lap, a grown man of thirty-two years, weeping openly on another man's shoulders as though were a child.\n\n\"Shhhh,\" the fox soothed, stroking him gently, holding him close, his voice a low whisper. \"It's alright ... everything is going to be alright...\" He moved an oiled paw up and down the wolf's shaft. Garen whimpered and hugged the Fox tightly, howling as he came.\n\n\\*\n\nSasha saw the curtain move out the corner of her eye. She turned just in time to Garen walked out of the room,fully clothed.\n\n\"How did it go?\" She asked sweetly.\n\nHe said nothing. He looked at her but didn't truly see her. His eyes were hollow and dark, his face haunted. Without saying a word, he turned around and left the shop, closing the door gently behind him.\n\nAlivan emerged from the back room moments later wearing a satisfied smile.\n\n\"S-so how did it go?\" Sasha asked.\n\nAlivan looked thoughtful for a moment. \"Quite well, actually.\"\n\nShe couldn't resist asking. She was burning \u0026nbsp;to know. \"What ... what did he want? I mean really \u0026nbsp;want?\"\n\nAlivan shrugged nonchalantly. \"To be loved.\" He said simply. \"Kind of pathetic really ... and a little sad.\" Still...\" He removed his cloak and hung it on a hook by the door. \"I would like another crack at him. He held a lot of pain inside of him... I think I could help him more, but alas,\" he let out a mocking sigh. \"I fear I shall never see him again.\" Yawning, he stretched. \"That's all for today, I think. Put out the lantern and lock the door.\"\n\nSasha bowed and even though she was more than twelve years his senior, addressed him as Sir and walked out the door. When she returned, Allivan was sitting behind the reception desk, humming quietly as he counted out a small pile of gold.\n\n\"Kind of slow this week,\" he declared as Sasha closed the door behind her, throwing the latch with a loud, emphatic clang. \"These fishermen are too poor.\" He divided the gold into two separate piles, keeping the larger one for himself and sliding the smaller one towards Sasha. \"I think I may move again...\"\n\n\"Oh?\" She said, pocketing her salary. \"If you think that's what is best...\" She tried to sound unconcerned but couldn't keep the worry from her voice.\n\nAlivan chuckled. \"Oh, don't worry,\" he said. \"If I leave I will certainly take you with me.\"\n\nThis surprised her. \"R-really?\"\n\nHe raised an eyebrow. \"Unless you would rather stay?\"\n\n\"No!\" She said quickly. \"I just... don't understand why.\"\n\nHe stood, crossed the room and approached her until they were mere inches apart. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well you have excellent people skills, you're good with clients and--\"he reached up and cupped her breasts. \"You have certain other qualities that I like.\" He reached into her blouse with one hand and pinched her nipple. She let a soft moan escape her lips which turned to a startled gasp when the fox, who was young enough to be her son, went up her dress and began groping her moist sex. He then pulled away, leaving the older woman flushed and breathless. He stopped before the stairs and their eyes met. Sasha could see the hard outline of his manhood through his breeches. He jerked his head towards the second floor. \"Would you like to have your dreams come true?\" A spike of excitement shot through her loins. Gods ... to make love to a Blue Wizard... He'll ruin me for other men, she realized, but then ... did she even want other men? She returned his smile and nodded. This seemed to please him and he vanished up the steps, swishing his bushy orange tail behind him. Sasha blew out the last candle, plunging the shop into darkness.  \n  \n\n"}