Lowered inhibitions and underhanded tricks

Chapter 8

A/N: I really needed to do a little research on the subject of proper courting in order to make the conversation between our two love bird a bit more believable. And found some very interesting info on how to be a gentleman that would enrage our dear sorcerer. So I chose to add that to the lesson plan first.

"This is bullshit, Sofia!"

"Language, Cedric. It may not seem like much but it's a big deal in presenting yourself as a proper gentleman courting a princess. You are going to more scrutinized then an average prince, because your aren't."

"Seriously these rules are archaic and absolutely not me. People will see through all this."

"Can you just try, for me?" Her big blue eyes staring at me, pleading. She knew my weaknesses and was currently using all of them to teach me 'how to be a proper gentleman.'

"You don't play fair." She smirks

"I never claimed to. How about I give you a little reward each time you follow the rules?" I quirk my eyebrow at her

"What kind of reward?" Curious at what my newly made vixen had in mind.

"Something within the propriety but pulse rising nonetheless."

"Sounds intriguing." I sigh in resolution Let's run through those gentleman rules again."

"Rule 1: always treat your intended as a lady and ignore the attentions of anyone not your intended."

"Check. Haven't looked at another woman in years, not going to start now." I say with a wink. She shakes her head in jest.

"There's a little more to this one. You should always put a lady first. As in open a door for her or pull out her chair. If a lady leaves or enters a room you stand and sit when she has." I scoffed this

"For a lady you say, not just you?"

"Yes it is a gentleman's responsibility. I know it's terribly dumb, but decorum.

Rule 2: a gentleman isn't too bold nor is he too bashful. Mild temperament." She sees me look confused. "Just don't act like a shy little girl or a barbarian in public. Initiative, start conversations, be the first to shake hands. Things like that."

"Right, got it." She looks at me as if to prepare me for something awful

"This also means no skulking in dark corners at events, like you tend to do."

"Great." She puts her hand on mine

"Why would you want to hide? You'll be there with me on your arm." She got a smug smile from me and she seemed pleased and moved on.

"Rule 3: kind of goes hand in hand with 2. The exact phrase is 'don't be over precise in your manner'..."

"Which means?"

"Don't try and act too chivalrous. Or fake it too much. People can see through it." I growl in frustration. "I know it may seem like common sense. But you need to remember these rules have been beaten into princes' heads since birth. There is a reason it's discouraged to date below your station. Because not knowing the rules, will set you up for mockery and disrespect. People can drown in it." She grabs my face and stares into my eyes "I don't want you to drown. I want you to thrive. So no one questions why I chose you." Her sincerity breaking through my stubbornness.

"I understand. And I wouldn't dream of embarrassing you."

"I'm not worried about me. I just know how you feel when people belittle you. I can see the pain you feel in your eyes. I know I'm asking a lot for you to join me in the royal social scene, but once we are accepted. It will be easier. Even if it's our intent to say 'screw 'em' and walk away."

"I will honestly try harder. Rule 4?"

"Rule 4: always be presentable. Clean from head to toe. At least in public. I do understand that working with potions can be messy work. So I think we will have to commission some non sorcerer clothes for you to wear on outings. Possibly without the robe."

"I don't know how comfortable I would be without it."

"It's just a symbol people will see it and think your just the help. Besides I would love to see you dressed up. I bet you would look so handsome." Her fingers playfully dance down my arm. Curses, she baiting me again.

"What ever you think will help." She squealed with delight and kisses me. "Is there more?"

"Not really just more of the same. I kind of gave you the highlights. If you act appropriate on our outings then no one will have any room to mock our relationship. And show my father you aren't just a sorcerer, but a viable choice for his daughter." I groaned.

"So what should I expect when we see the king?"

"Well the norm dictates that you inform my parents of your intentions and ask for permission. We've broke the norm by going to my mom. Well we've broken a lot of rules." She says with a wink. "But you'll still have to ask dad. Normally I shouldn't be there when you do. But In this situation I think having me there will help you more than hurt you." I was terrified by what the king would say but maybe having the queen already on board should help sway things. She gets a gleam in her eye. And gets up and sits in my lap. She kisses me hungrily. I can feel the attention awaken my needs. But she stops.

"Let's go get the clothing situation started." I sit there slack-jawed as she gets up and walks away.

"Merlin's mushrooms that was cruel, Sofia."

We spent 2 hours in the company of the Royal seamstress. An insufferable woman, whose complained about my lanky form The whole time. But she got her measurements and said she could have few things made for me in a couple of days. On our return trip to the tower she says

"You were very good with the seamstress, which is a feat because Madame Collette can be quite a handful."

"That's putting it lightly." She giggles. Since you did well and complained very little you deserve a reward. We get to the tower and I follow her up like her shadow. Once we are safe ensconced inside. She captures me in her arms and kisses me with fervor. With the tease from before and her passion now. I was ready for her. I wanted her. But knew we couldn't. Seeing as we could be summoned to see her dad soon. So we just enjoyed the intense make out session.

After the petting session she goes to my wardrobe and makes disapproving sounds.

"Is there an issue?" She turns and looks at me.

"I was hoping to find something I guess appropriate for the conversation with dad. But your clothing options are, how do I put this nicely, dull."

"That was nicely?"

"Trust me that was the only polite word that came to mind." I laugh. I'm fully aware that I don't have a stellar wardrobe, not much need as a sorcerer.

"It's ok, love. I know there isn't much to it. I actually have an idea." I pulled out a shirt, cravat and a pair pants. I pull out my wand and cast a vanity spell on my clothes ropalist enchanticus and the clothing change into appropriate dress clothing. Sofia smiles and runs to my closet for one of my robes. And snatches my wand and enacts the same spell on my robe. Turning it into a waistcoat.

"There. Now change, I'm sure we will hear from my parents soon." I make my way to my bathroom with the clothes. I hear her laugh out loud. "Don't you think it's a little late to try and be modest?"

"Maybe I'm just trying to protect myself from a possible attack while my pants are down." She laughs more

"Me? Attack you? Seems unlikely." There's a twinkle in her eyes as she comes close and starts help me undress. Letting me feel her hot hands roam my chest. Then leaning forward to kiss my chest. These little moments of temptation are going to kill me. I want her so bad and I can't do anything. Her hands move down to my pants, I take a deep shuttered breath as her hands glide over my over anxious dick.

"P-please Sofia, a m-man can only take so much."

"Do you think we could do something quickly?" Her eyes are hooded with need. "I don't know if I can wait either." I picked her up and moved her to my desk in the corner. I moved the petticoats up and her underwear to the side and quickly enter her. She gasps at the quick intrusion, we work ourselves into a frenzy of pants and moans as I move faster into her. After all the teasing I'm so ready. So I reach into her skirts and grab her clit and play with it as she screams. It's not long before we both completely fall apart. It was satisfying, but definitely not enough. Every time we come together I keep finding myself wanting more. After she pulls her self together, she kissed me. "I don't know how, but we will need to find away to be together. I don't know if I could hold out too long" she says a flush on her cheeks

"Poisiden's ponies, I think I've created a monster." She chuckles

"I think it's just you're very gifted in this particular activity." I couldn't help but feel myself fill with pride. I get dressed, feeling awkward in the fancier duds. But the look of appreciation I get from Sofia makes it worth it.

"You look so good. I can't wait to parade you around. Maybe there will even be envious women looking at you."

"Please, Sofia the gratuitous flattery is not necessary."

"Why can't you see that I find you so attractive?"

"Because I've been called a lot of things in my life, but attractive is not one of them."

"I will make it my life's work to make you appreciate this kind of praise." She kisses me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth for a bit. "Now we need to do something with your hair."

A/N: I totally made up the spell for the clothes.

The end is near folks. For me this has been a bit of wild ride. Because this was the first multi chapter story I've finished in long time. I was struck with severe writer's block for almost a year. I sure hope this is the beginning of more stories.