Driz aspires to be a great mage but he’s done poorly the last few years of his schooling and cannot enter the mage university. Instead he seeks a mentor in the remnants of the once-great magical race of Melcovia, now mostly driven into hiding by the brutal government of dictator Congerson.<br><br>Cory has hidden out in a remote estate in the foothills of the great mountains and sorely misses contact with others of his kind. When he hears a telepathic call from a youth seeking a mentor and master, it seems a dream come true. But will the young man find him? Can he buckle down enough to learn the discipline and control he needs? And can he ever become the true partner and soul-mate Cory has never found?<br><br>When Congerson’s minions and a rogue mage strike the last empowered folk in Melcovia, Driz’s family is in dire peril. He must choose between staying to work with Cory or breaking his indenture to try to save his mother and siblings. Which will it be?

The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Before Driz could say anything else utterly foolish or at least completely unwise, Cory leaned forward and silenced him with a smacking kiss. Wet, avid and passionate, the pressure and flavor of Cory’s lips on his wiped out every coherent thought. In a dim corner of his befuddled brain, Driz recognized he’d really never been kissed before, and certainly not by an expert. Cory was an adult, not just another experimenting youngster, as he and his school chum had been during their affair. The mage had clearly done this many times.


Driz was not quite sure how to respond, until his body took charge and he kissed back with equal fervor, if not equal skill. Cory’s nimble tongue slipped along the seam of Driz’s lips and then between them, slick as an otter into a stream, and as agile and quick. When he gasped, which opened his mouth even more to the erotic invasion, the darting thrusts came quicker. Shivers flashed through him, feelings of delight so intense he almost blacked out.


Chapter 9