Mozenrath felt the cool crisp touch of his own sheets against his back. He gulped down as he looked up at Aladdin, the hero's dark brown eyes, ready, wanting him. It made his body tingle, even when his mind screamed no. The potion was deep in his system, controlling his most primal instincts. "Aladdin…" he pushed himself up, stomach churning. He was not going to let this damn spell force him into this! "Don't…" he took a deep breath, forcing himself not to collapse into his desire. "Don't you dare touch me!"

Aladdin chuckled in a low throaty voice. "It's alright Moze." He grabbed Mozenrath by the wrist and pulled him up, cupping the sorcerers neck in his hand. He felt the smooth skin delicately, rubbing his strong fingers into the man's hair in soothing motions. He didn't want to hurt Mozenrath, there was no reason too. His enemy was quickly succumbing to the elixir Jasmine had given, he could feel it in every pore of his being. Maybe Mozenrath didn't realize it, but even his posture was submissive. He was radiating need!

Mozenrath glared at him and pushed away weakly, his arms felt limp and weak in Aladdin's grasp. Damn Mirage! Damn her and that hero and his bitch bride! Mozenrath wailed as desire struck him again. Aladdin was towering over him, the musky perfume of masculinity filled his nose. Oh no…nonono! He felt himself becoming quickly aroused under his skimpy covering. Aladdin must have noticed it too, suddenly he pushed himself down on the sorcerer, pressing his weight against Mozenrath.

The wizard's mouth opened in shock as he felt the hard, demanding press of Aladdin's arousal against his thin sarong covering. He leaned back, trying to move away but Aladdin forbid it, holding him around the back and kissing down his forehead. Mozenrath whined under his breath. Why couldn't Aladdin be like his former master? He could handle cruel and selfish, he had been bred into that nature. He might even be able to resist if Aladdin would show some ounce of hatred, some show that this assault on his body was revenge for all he'd put them through!

But no. He would look into those brown eyes and see the caring, confidant strokes of a lover. Aladdin would not throw him down and force his way in, but wait. Wait patiently, torturing Mozenrath in the worst way till he could spread those milky white thighs open with no resistance and bury himself between them. And Mozenrath was almost ready to give him just that.

He trembled as Aladdin undid his sarong, exposing his body to the air. He felt embarrassed, shy though he couldn't give explanation. Aladdin smiled in that lop sided way he had and took a long black lock in his fingers, toying with it. He wasn't showing it, but it was very hard to keep such good control of himself. Aladdin had no trouble admitting how attracted he was to Mozenrath. The slightly older man's lean, lush body reminded him of an artists painting, done with languid, curved strokes. He wanted to take Mozenrath now! Hang finesse! He could have all the time in the world to show Mozenrath what he could really do! And yet, his pride forbade him to act as a second rate tumble in the hay. No, he would feel that body writhe in passion, but gently, persuasively.

Mozenrath closed his eyes as Aladdin bent to his neck and nudged it with his tongue. The little pressing tickle made him twitch as the hero trailed his soft flesh up and down with his lips. He reacted with his last bit of willpower, biting down on the nape of Aladdin's neck. He herd a sharp indrawn breath and felt Aladdin hold him fast. Without even knowing why he loosed his mouth, afraid he'd hurt the hero. Then it hit him. Slowly, even so slowly, Mozenrath kissed the bite mark. He kissed it again, the licked at it with the edge of his tongue. "That's it…" Aladdin said softly. "Let me know what you want Mozenrath…" he bent over and employed the same method on Mozenrath's neck, biting down hard just to sooth it with light caressed.

Aladdin began to play down his body. With deft movements he came down to Mozenrath's nipple, taking the little cream nub of flesh into his mouth. Mozenrath hitched his breath and arched into the sensation, moaning as Aladdin's tongue began to swirl in little patterns over the wrinkles. He tried to balance himself on the bed but failed falling back against the pillows as Aladdin ran his fingers down the sorcerers sides. "How long?" Aladdin whispered in his ear.

"What?" Mozenrath gasped and then bit his lip. "Oh…" he shook his head eyes narrowed in anger. His belly twisted into knots as he thought about it. Aladdin watched Mozenrath's cheeks blush bright red and murmured a sum of years.

"It's okay…" he promised and reached out to Mozenrath. "I'll go slow." He swore and stood up, unbuttoning the top of his shirt. He was outright surprised when he felt Mozenrath's hand on his chest, and watched as Mozenrath's came in front of him, head bowed to hide his face.

"L..l...let…" he slipped his fingers around the shiny rim of the next button, slipping it through the hole to reveal another inch of broad, tanned chest. Mozenrath kissed the pectoral, letting his tongue linger over the hard muscle. "Let me…" he asked, wanting to touch there. He couldn't deny the delight when Aladdin ran his fingers through his ebony curls and told him to continue. Inch by inch he saw a little more, following Aladdin's instructions to kiss very little divot of flesh in his well defined abdomen. He reached under the cloth, drawing it out of the pants and away from Aladdin's body, exploring the street rats chest with his fingers. "Aladdin…"he whispered. The potion, he now knew, had only been a trigger. It had destroyed his inhibitions, his own set of rules and discomfort at being touched. His own emotions were commanding his actions now. And no spell could possibly be more powerful.

Warmpth spread like wildfire through Aladdin's body. He let Mozenrath play, exploring what was there to his hearts content. Gingerly, Mozenrath pushed his hand from the hero's stomach, to his thighs, and against the raging shaft there. He watched, wide eyed as Aladdin stifled a gasp and began rubbing it outside the cloth, testing. His reward was Aladdin's face, strained in pleasure as he teased the hardness in his hand. There was some small power over Aladdin right then, and he became vicious, attacking Aladdin's own dark nipple with the scrape of his teeth.

Aladdin bucked and almost harshly pulled Mozenrath's head back. "Gently Moze…gently…"

"I'm sorry…" he whispered and made himself be careful, licking around the areola and slowly sucking the nipple in and out. He could feel his thighs tightening and his own member growing proudly, displaying it's own wants for Aladdin to see. He groaned when Aladdin pulled him up, diving his hand down and stroking the hard cock with a firm, sure grip. The fast jerking sensation made him buck in time to Aladdin's rhythm, increasing his blood flow. "Ahhh! Oh yes!" Mozenrath leaned back, letting Aladdin support his frame. "Ah! AH!" Mozenrath's eyes went wide and he bucked into the accommodating hand. "Aladdin damn…."

He grunted and Aladdin gave one of his infuriating chuckles in his ear. He began a deadly assault on the sorcerers ear lobe, sliding his wet tongue up and down the rim, tickling the little pocket of flesh with his lips. He would slide his hand down the base, squeezing the testicals and traveling up again, rubbing his thumb over the head and aggravating his most tender nerves. The friction was beautiful, he pushed himself into it, the limp curls bouncing up and down. With a quick movement, Aladdin ducked a finger behind Mozenrath and pressed it just bit inside Mozenrath's sphincter. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Mozenrath took a deep breath and nodded, a little afraid. Aladdin released him, laying Mozenrath down on the bed with a pillow under his hips to give him better access. "Do you have some lotion or oil?" He followed Mozenrath's finger to the nightstand and found a bottle of simple milk lotion. Aladdin nodded. "This will do." He said and lotion his fingers, making them glisten in the candle light. He spread Mozenrath's thighs apart, lifting his legs a little into the air. "Relax…just breath." He slipped a finger inside and watched Mozenrath gulped. He pushed it in a bit deeper, making little clockwise circles to get the feel inside. "Oh Moze…your so tight inside…" he murmured and pressed another finger to join the first. Mozenrath's head arched back and he whined, holding the blankets. Aladdin hummed, deciding to elaborate.

"You warm in there too. Do you want to know how you feel Moze?" He saw Mozenrath's eyes open a bit, enough to convey a sense of desperation, but also a need to be validated as attractive. "You feel hot, moist…I can feel you squeeze around my fingers." Aladdin had to push a little hard but he managed a third finger inside, taking up more room as he began to stretch them in opposite directions. Mozenrath winced bit held back a yelp. He didn't want this to stop now…and if Aladdin knew this hurt he'd be libel to turn back.

I want this. I can't stop now…oh please Aladdin don't stop! You can't know how wonderful this is. He slowly pushed himself down on the fingers, letting them stretch his opening more and more. It was a little like probing a loose tooth, it hurt, but you just couldn't stop. He herd Aladdin say something and turned to him. "What?"

A hand landed against his left rear cheek, spanking him hard. He felt a pulse of delight jump through him. "Tell me how tight you are. I want to know…" Aladdin demanded in calm, even tones.

"Tight…" Mozenrath gasped out when Aladdin moved his fingers apart from one another, spreading his little orifice just a few centimeters, and closing them again. "Oh gods everything is so tight!" he groaned out and Aladdin pushed a fourth finger in, repeating the spreading movement. He winced, but didn't complain as Aladdin pushed the digits just an inch deeper. "Damn you hero!" he yelled and Aladdin chuckled. He wanted this. He wanted to stare into those big brown eyes and be lost in rapture!

Aladdin opened his thighs and lifted his ass just a bit higher. He reached down and took his own member in hand, stroking it to it's full length. Mozenrath saw for the first time exactly how large the hero was, and his mouth opened. Oh gods! It's too big! I don't think I can take something like that! Aladdin caught the look and leaned against him, murmuring in soothing tones that he would be slow, he would give him time. "It will only hurt for a moment. Just a few seconds of pain and I promise to make you feel good." He kissed Mozenrath, slower this time undemanding and lenient. He could feel his hard member at the tip of Mozenrath's little pink star. He bit his lip and held back. He'd been slow up till now, gauging himself with Mozenrath as he had with Jasmine. Of course, Jasmine had been a virgin their first night, so there had been a need to be very careful. Mozenrath…well…there was no chance this sorcerer had been celibate before this. And he'd done everything he could to prepare.

Not to be selfish but Mozenrath isn't the only one in need here. Aladdin truly had been holding out as long as he could, making his body be patient. His cock was hard and throbbing, rigid and ready to be thrust as deep as it could go. It took the last bit of restraint just to spread lotion over his member. "Hold your legs open." He said. "It'll help if you help."

Mozenrath reached down and pulled his legs open, chest rising and falling in anticipation. Now! Please…Aladdin please before I regret this.

He didn't have time to think anymore. With one fluid movement Aladdin slammed home, his arousal disappearing between Mozenrath's lush cheeks. Mozenrath's hands snapped to Aladdin's shoulder as he wailed in both agony and ecstasy. Aladdin adjusted his legs for better position, and slowly began moving in and out of the entry. "Are you okay?" he gasped out.

It hurt. It would hurt tomorrow and probably longer but oh GODS! The pure unadulterated satisfaction of being filled! Fire was blazing inside him, the dull ache replaced by urgency. He looked up at Aladdin, eyes half lidded, revealing only desire. "Aladdin…" he begged, scratching down the hero's back. "Aladdin…don't stop." He whimpered as his wish was granted, Aladdin bent his knees and began to pump inside him, rubbing against the inner walls of that sweet tunnel. Mozenrath screamed in pleasure, his body contorting as he was filled up. The tight little sheath was being quickly widened, forced to accommodate Aladdin's sizable need. Even through the ache he enjoyed every last inch plummeting deeper, expanding him.

Destain wasn't like this… He whimpered and tried to press himself closer to the hero. Nothing was ever like this! The scent, the sound, the feel. He couldn't compare it to anything else. Aladdin moaned above him, pushing himself in with ever quickening pace. He knew Mozenrath would hurt from this tomorrow, but tonight he would envelope the sorcerer in passion. Each thrust was closer to his goal. Aladdin saw Mozenrath in ecstasy, head tilted back, body warm and writhing beneath him. Aladdin groaned, the young wizard's hips were flexing over him and he lost any control he had left.

In a single movement Mozenrath was completely on the floor, leaning on his arms as his hips were lifted up. "Yes, Aladdin yes!" Mozenrath groaned as Aladdin thrust his entire length in again, flesh smacked together in a tender rhythm. He began to push in harder and harder, holding his hips and moaning joyously. Each time Aladdin pushed down his body became more prepared, more accommodating to the sensation. He could hardly breath, much less school his emotions. He submitted, for the first time in a long time, to the command of another.

His face was contorted, half pain, half pleasure. It was so sweet, so intoxicating. Having the thudding against his ass, pushing against something inside that caused bliss outshine all else. Aladdin noticed that the sorcerers moans of pleasure was contrary to his usual deep, sensual voice. They were high, almost feminine in sound. Aladdin slide himself further in, knowing he was near to his goal. "That's it, tell me how it feels." Aladdin said suddenly, taking Mozenrath's manhood in his hand and massaging it. "Go on, let me know or I won't let you finish…"

"No…please!" he tried to think. "It's hard…oh Aladdin please I can't…!" he crumbled like a leaf when Aladdin slowed his pace, barely even moving inside the sorcerer. "No Ah! Please! It's wonderful! I'm so close." He began to buck back, making Aladdin penetrate him deeper as he rode the hard shaft.

"That's it…good boy." Aladdin slid his hand over Mozenrath's hip and smack his palm against it. "Do you like this feeling?" he spanked him again and Mozenrath yelped, but nodded. He brought his hand down, a little harder now. "Oh Moze…your so tight." He grabbed Mozenrath's hips and pummeled his insides, smacking against the knot of pleasure inside his orifice. Mozenrath screamed, tearing at the bed and whimpering as Aladdin took his member and stroked it in time with each thrust. The pressure inside was enormous! He couldn't hold back anymore. His thighs were tightened like a vise, his pelvis was going to cramp in any second. Aladdin bent low and began to kiss up and down his spine.

Too much!

Too much!

Aladdin buried his face in Mozenrath's hair, keeping a tight hold on Mozenrath's hips and pulled him back against the penetrating phallus. His pace was growing ever faster, the smacks becoming more rapid.

Something inside snapped and the dark décor whirled in front of him. "Ahhhh… ahhhhhhhh yesssss!" Mozenrath couldn't hold back, his very soul swelled in rapture as he came, his screams reaching ever the ears of the Jasmine outside. His tunnel flexed and he felt Aladdin come inside him, filling him with male orgasm. He shuddered in the after tremors of coming. He felt flushed with heat, then bitten with cold over and over again as Aladdin gently set him on the bed. There were a few more slow thrusts as Aladdin slide out, leaving him with an odd empty feeling. He collapsed on the bed, entirely spent.

Aladdin pulled the sorcerer up to him, petting him gently. "Are you alright?" he asked, genuinely concerned. He was surprised when Mozenrath dipped into his body, settle his curves against Aladdin's. "Moze?"

"Damn you for this…" Mozenrath whispered and kissed that muscular chest, scraping his teeth along the skin. "Damn you…"