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The kingdom of Aetherwell was very much like most other kingdoms, in that it was run and ruled by a King and Queen. It also had different social levels from the nobles, all the way down to the serfs who tended the lands. The one thing which was different in the kingdom of Aetherwell, however, was the manawell. It was not a visible entity, rather a focal point for all mana in the land, meaning that magic was the strongest within their kingdom. As such, the king’s castle was built atop the manawell, which ensured their prosperity and their security. With unlimited mana at their fingertips, the courts magicians could almost work miracles which would be nigh impossible anywhere else in the world.

An unfortunate side effect of having so much untapped mana filling the area also meant that those magic users who were not careful or studious enough, often fell victim to the dark arcane influence. It was said this was the dark side to the natural arcane entity which granted the world magic, it whispered and lured mages into the dark and forbidden arts such as necromancy. This had occurred often enough that one of the past kings had decided to create a special branch of the Royal Knights to deal with the menace.

Rhonwen Stagg was one such knight, a large ebony furred Belgian draft mare with blue eyes and a white star at her forehead. Her long black hair was often left down and flowing free, creating a messy tangle about her head. The mare easily stood head and shoulders over most of the kingdom’s knights, even her weapon of choice, a heavy two-handed Claymore inscribed with glowing red magic runes was more than most men could handle. Her natural strength was augmented by the specialized armour she wore, on the surface, it appeared to be normal plate mail, similar to the average knights. However, inside the armour was inscribed with dozens of spells, both for protection against magic as well as enhancements to aid in doing her job. Not that she needed it, Rhonwen was perfectly capable of handling herself without it. As her fellow mage hunters had said, giving Rhonwen such armour was akin to giving a wild feral tiger poison daggers for claws. They were just making an already deadly creature even more dangerous.

It didn’t take long before Rhonwen had made a name for herself, quickly rising through the ranks until she earned the title of specialist. She had proved she no longer needed foot soldiers as backup and worked better alone. She had been responsible for taking down the crazed necromancer who had almost managed to overthrow a small neighbouring county, then stemmed the tide of a summoner who was unleashing demons on nearby villages. Rhonwen’s specialty was in dealing with the direst cases, where she did not have to hold back. Subtlety was not her strong suit, using the large mare to resolve delicate cases was akin to using a long sword as a scalpel, collateral damage was always a given.

This was why she was confused when she was tasked with bringing back an apprentice mage who had apparently gone rogue. Gwledig Faughn was not the son of any noble family, he did not have any political ties to any other nation; he had started off in life as the child of mere serfs. So why was the kingdom so invested in retrieving the young arctic fox? According to her master, Gwledig was a savant in magic, he showed promise unlike anything the country had ever seen since the manawell was first discovered. The young vulpine hadn’t done anything too bad just yet, so they had surmised it wasn’t too late to try bringing him back from the edge of darkness. He had also not yet fully grasped just how powerful he was or could become, so it was the best chance they had of success. With the proper guidance and support, they were sure he could unlock the mysteries of the arcane and usher in a new era for the kingdom of Aetherwell.

“What if he doesn’t want to come quietly?” Rhonwen asked with a snort of annoyance. She had just looked over the parchment which had been sealed with the royal crest, confirming its legitimacy. She had been given the task of retrieving young Gwledig, which she felt was a waste of her time. There was another necromancer on the rise to the west that needed putting down, that was a job better suited to her style.

“Fuck him” Derog replied in annoyance, waving off the large mare as he returned to his scrolls.

“Fuck him?” The Belgian draft mare replied with a note of confusion. It should be noted that Rhonwen was a very practical sort, she did not make jokes or understand sarcasm. She preferred things to be as direct and straightforward as the edge of her claymores blade.

“Yes, fuck him. Now be gone and don’t return without him!” the old tortoise mumbled from behind a scroll he had been immersed in before the mare’s interruption.

Rhonwen still mulled those words over in her mind, surely the old man couldn’t have meant that literally? But then, she had heard rumours of other knights doing far worse in the pursuit of justice. At the very least, it would make a change from relieving mages of their limbs with her enchanted claymore, that was for sure. Thankfully Gwledig had not been very subtle with his use of magic lately, so it was not very hard to track him down. What was annoying however, was the fact he had somehow managed to enchant the entire forest surrounding him, which meant Rhonwen spent a great deal of time chopping her way through grasping tree branches and shattering rock golems. Every encounter just made her even more angry; she prided herself on her efficacy in completing tasks in a timely manner and this young upstart was slowing her down.

The large mare clunked heavily up the long winding stone staircase towards the entrance to Gwledig Faughn’s tower, the gold trim of her holy armour glowed softly as it repelled the simple protection spells the sorcerer had placed around his tower. The average person would have been afflicted with a painful curse at the least, but from what she could feel of the spell, those who fell while under the curses’ influence would then turn into undead servants and just become part of the tower’s defences. It seemed young Gwledig was already well on his way down the dark path, perhaps it was already too late to save him. With any luck she could be done with this job with a mere swing of her sword, if only she could get to the annoying little shit.

Ghostly hands reached out from the floor and walls of the staircase inside the tower as she ascended toward her prey, they tried to grab the knight and throw her to the ground to be dealt with. As the translucent ghostly green hands touched her heavy plate armour however, they immediately sizzled and dispersed, like throwing water onto a hot skillet. Rhonwen was renowned for her size and strength, even her armour was thicker than the usual knight’s armour, so it easily deflected the arrows shot at her from hidden alcoves by unseen enchanted crossbows. The constant pings of arrows bouncing off her breastplate made the mares ears flick at the annoying sounds, further aggravating her already poor attitude and temper. The traps undoubtedly would have been very effective against normal knights, but she was anything but normal. Like a boulder tumbling down a hillside, Rhonwen relentlessly pushed through any and all of the rogue mages pathetic attempts to halt her.

The iron-banded wooden door splintered as if made from nothing but cheap wood under the kick from her steel shoe, once she reached the door at the top of the tower’s staircase. Inside the room, it was plain to see Gwledig had unleashed immense magic already. The room was far larger inside than it had any right to be, dozens of objects were floating aimlessly about the room as if suspended by invisible strings. There were swirling wisps of energy that appeared and dissipated in the blink of an eye which cast a faint haze throughout the large room. In the middle of the circular room was a short, white arctic fox dressed in a black cloak over a black shirt and trousers. His violet eyes glowed with arcane power as he turned his head and fixed Rhonwen with an annoyed glare.

“You’re a woman?” the small fox snarled in disdain at her sudden appearance.

“Yes, so what?” the large mare replied through grit teeth, while she stomped her way over toward the arrogant mage.

“You’re beneath me” Gwledig answered with an air of haughtiness that just rubbed Rhonwen the wrong way.

SLAP! The blow came out of nowhere; it was so hard that it sent the formerly floating fox flying across the room.

“Did you just hit me?” Gwledig asked with wide eyes as he rubbed at his aching cheek, the red imprint of Rhonwen’s hand visible beneath his white fur.

“Yes, and I’ll do it again if you don’t quit your shit and come quietly” the large equine night snorted, her breath blowing a lock of her dark hair from her face. She fixed her deep blue eyes on the fox and waited for his reply.

“No” he replied angrily and waved a hand in her direction. Immediately, dozens of ghostly hands tried to reach up from the floor and grasp at her legs to hold her in place. When they fizzled away into nothingness as soon as they touched her armour, however, Gwledig sighed and shook his head. “A mage hunter…very well then” he smirked and reached behind himself to withdraw a small blue crystal, which he casually tossed at Rhonwen’s feet.

“Wha…” she was about to ask but never got the chance to finish. The crystal suddenly exploded and from the spot where it had landed, a large glowing blue form suddenly appeared. Its horned head rammed up under the mare’s chin in a savage headbutt that made her stumble back a few paces. When she looked back at the thing, it appeared to be some sort of elemental, but it was like nothing she had ever seen before.

Standing before Rhonwen was a large ethereal blue bull; its entire form appeared to be covered in blue flames and an eerie blue light shone from its eyes. Though it wore nothing but a pair of baggy pants and a loincloth, something told the mare that she would not be able to cut it down, even with her enchanted sword. She had to try however and quickly drew the large claymore from her back. The bull elemental just scowled at her as she raised her blade and swung down from up high, intending to cleave it in two as she aimed her blow for the junction of its neck and left shoulder. Her blade did not even scratch the elemental however, even though it made no attempt to dodge of block the blow; cutting through granite was easier than this. The shock of the powerful blow coming to such a sudden halt made her hands ache enough to drop her sword, it also left Rhonwen’s hands feeling rather numb as a result.

“Fuck it…” Rhonwen snorted and just balled her right hand into a fist and swung with a mighty right hook, a blow that had managed to knock out a mountain troll in one blow before. The bull’s head barely turned as it glared down at her; it seemed to be growing with every attack she threw at it. It had been about the same height as her when it first appeared, after two attacks it was already a head taller than her. The damned thing was leeching her of her mana, Rhonwen let a little flow into every blow to increase the power, but this elemental simply absorbed all that energy.

“My turn” Gwledig smirked and nodded in the bull’s direction. Faster than she could react, it punched low and straight into her gut. Rhonwen was sent flying backwards and tumbled across the floor, even when she finally came to a rest, she could still feel a pressure on her belly. A quick look down explained why, despite her armour’s enchantments and natural thickness, the elemental had managed to put a fist shaped dent in it. If she had been a normal knight, she surely would have been killed by such a blow. “Grab her and bring the bitch to me” the cocky small fox ordered next.

The damned thing didn’t even move or walk; it just appeared beside her and grabbed her by the throat to lift her from the floor as if she weighed nothing. Its grip was harder and more unrelenting than magisteel, even with both hands which she had been known to split logs bare handed, she could do nothing more than barely stop it from crushing her windpipe. Rhonwen was not used to being on this side of the power spectrum, now she was beginning to understand why so many people feared her. The large ebony furred Belgian draft mare could do nothing but be carried over to the white fox like a toy in the blue bull elemental’s grip.

Gwledig didn’t say anything for a long moment, he just studied his captive for a long while before a devious smirk encroached on his thin black lips. “I see…” was all the vulpine mage said, before he raised his right hand and began making little flicking motions. At first, it seemed like nothing was happening, but then she felt it, parts of her armour were starting to become loose and falling off. “While your armour is impressive, they only enchanted the metal bits. It seems they forgot to also enchant the leather straps holding it in place…” Gwledig announced proudly as he used an invisible blade to slice through the leather bindings on the Royal Knight’s armour. Soon enough, Rhonwen was down to nothing more than her gambeson. Again, the invisible magic blade Gwledig was using easily pierced the padded material and shredded it like cheap cloth, despite it being enchanted to be stronger than even mithril chainmail, which left Rhonwen completely in the nude. While Gwledig was perhaps the strongest mage in the world, he was also a young man, one which did not have a lot of experience with women. It showed too, as he drunk in the sight of the nude large mare before him, he couldn’t help but blush at seeing his first real naked girl.

“Should’ve known you were a pervert too” Rhonwen snorted as she watched the young fox stare at her naked form. She wasn’t shy about her body; she was in good shape after all. Her job was physically demanding, yet she was naturally curvy with a full bust and firm pert round ass, along with some muscle definition along her toned belly and strong thighs. She was not a virgin either, there had been a few encounters with strong S rank adventurers before. But seeing as S rank adventurers were few and far between, that did leave the large mare with a lack of suitable partners. Anything less and she tended to cause physical harm as they were just not strong enough to handle and withstand her during the throes of passion.

“Fuck her” his words came out soft, but with an edge of disdain. Gwledig had been called a pervert before, just for simply approaching another student and asking her out. As kids tend to do, they teased him relentlessly until he snapped. It wasn’t long after that he went rogue, barely a day before his twenty-first birthday. With satisfaction, he watched the at first confused look on Rhonwen’s pretty face turn to anger, then surprise as the elemental did as it was told.

Rhonwen found herself being lifted up easily by one of the elementals hands, while the other made a gesture downward which caused its clothing to disappear. She watched as a thick blue length, with throbbing veins and a broad blunt tip began to swell and grown beneath her. She tried to kick at the creature, but even those blows were ignored as it felt like she was kicking stone steps. The elemental grabbed beneath her left knee and forced her leg up and to the side, exposing her nethers and holding her in place. As much as she squirmed and tried to avoid it, the thing found its mark and entered her roughly, causing her to grit her teeth and snort. Its cock was easily the thickness of her own wrist, the biggest she had ever taken. She felt every inch sink into her and stretch her cunt wide. It didn’t even give her a chance to adjust before it started thrusting in and out of her at a rapid pace, making her tits bounce and jiggle with the almost savage fucking. All she could do was hold onto the wrist of its hand still gripping at her throat, so the damned thing didn’t choke her out while it fucked her.

From the corner of her eye, she could see the small white fox watching from the side as he…yep, definitely a pervert. Gwledig was busy stroking his cock, which she had to admit, was more impressive than she had thought someone so small would sport. Still though, it was nothing compared to the monster that was pounding her pussy currently. The bull elemental snarled, almost smirked at her as it fucked her hard and fast. That look made her frown, elementals weren’t usually sentient, but this one almost seemed to be enjoying what it was doing to her. Thinking back on what her master had said, Gwledig was very adept at magic, so perhaps this wasn’t just a run of the mill elemental, it was something more. Regardless of what it was exactly, a new and rather troubling sensation began to take root. It had been a good few long months since Rhonwen’s last intimate encounter, which had meant she was rather pent up. She did also like things a bit rough, so what the elemental was doing to her was hitting all the right spots, despite the situation she currently found herself in. Even most S rank adventurers, as strong as they were, they still could not go as hard or rough as she wanted them to. Yet, somehow, this elemental was doing that and more. Being held so effortlessly aloft while its strong hips bucked and thrust between her held apart thighs, the Royal Knight had a hard time fighting off the growing ball of fire just behind her pelvis.

“Shit…no…” Rhonwen snorted as she closed her eyes while trying to envisage everything from slaughtered children to rotting corpses, anything just to stave off her impending climax. It was futile; however, the bull elemental was unrelenting and just fucked her straight through her unwanted orgasm.

“Enjoying yourself a little too much, aren’t you…mage hunter?” Gwledig asked with a smirk. Granted, he had never even been with a woman so had definitely never made one cum either. But the snort and bucking of Rhonwen’s hips was a dead giveaway as to what had just happened. Hell, he could even see the mare’s slickness trickle down over the elemental’s balls and drip to the floor below. “From behind” came the fox’s next command.

Rhonwen was still seeing stars as she was turned about and pushed to the ground on all fours. The bull guided both her arms back behind herself to use as reins when it sheathed itself back inside her, making the large ebony mare snort again. Now its strong hips were beginning to clap against her pert backside as it changed the angle to grind down against that sensitive spot just within her. This thing definitely was not some mindless summon, it knew far too damned much about her anatomy to be just a vessel of power. Her train of thought was disrupted when she felt curious hands reaching beneath her and groping at her bouncing and swaying tits. When she looked up, she was met by the almost shy grin of the white fox. He was getting his first feel of a real woman, obviously, he had no clue on how to pleasure her. His touches to her stiff dark-skinned nipples was pathetic, barely a light brush when she enjoyed a firm pinch and roll, or a good bite even. Gwledig was so soft and gentle it was almost laughable; it was in stark contrast to the savage fucking of the bull elemental behind her.

“Suck my dick” Gwledig ordered of Rhonwen, after having had his fill of playing with her breasts apparently.

“Fuck off” Rhonwen spat back with a snarl, while turning her head aside to avoid the pink length presented before her.

“Suck it, or else” he affirmed again, while tapping his cock against her nose threateningly.

“Or else what?” the mare made the mistake of asking. Gwledig smirked and snapped his fingers, which made a strange pink bubble appear over the end of her snout. It didn’t take long before Rhonwen understood what it was for, in short order she found she couldn’t breathe. As much as she shook her head, the pink bubble would not come off and her lungs were already screaming for oxygen. It didn’t help that the creature behind her hadn’t slowed down at all the entire time, being fucked so roughly so soon after her initial climax made her want to pant and moan, which now she couldn’t. So, it didn’t take very long at all before Rhonwen found herself staring up at the fox and nodding her head in acquiescence to his order.

“Good bitch” he cooed softly, taking his time in releasing the spell while he idly brushed her hair back behind an ear. Finally, just as her eyelids began to droop as her consciousness began to slip, the fox snapped his fingers again and the spell was released. He at least had the decency to let her take one gulp of breath before he shoved his dick between her lips. If her hands were free just then, Rhonwen would have squashed the fox’s balls into paste. Unfortunately for her however, the bull elemental still had an iron grip on her wrists with her arms held out straight behind her back. She didn’t even have any sort of leverage to headbutt the arrogant prick in the balls either, though she had no doubt if she did that, he would suffocate her again and he wouldn’t release the spell next time.

Reluctantly the large Belgian draft mare relented and let the fox fuck her face, even this was far too soft for her liking. If he intended on raping her, he could at least put some effort into it. With a glare of annoyance, Rhonwen stared up at Gwledig with almost boredom as she was forced to suck his cock. As expected of a virgin, even the pathetic blowjob she had given him was too much for the white furred fox as he spattered the back of her throat and tongue with his first load within mere moments of her starting. That wasn’t what caught her attention however, she felt something similar within her cunt, the elemental had also unleashed a load inside her for some reason. The mare didn’t even think that was possible, but she definitely felt something warm and slick filling her from behind. Perhaps it was just because of the weird summoning that it was more closely linked to the fox than she had initially thought?

“Turn her around, I want a shot at that ass” Gwledig panted up at the fiery blue bull elemental behind her.

“Fiend…how dare you…” Rhonwen snarled at his request while she tried to fight against the bull’s grip. Though it was still incredibly strong, she did feel some give this time. When it turned her around and forced her maw down onto its waiting cock, she couldn’t help but notice that it looked…smaller, somehow. It did make sense, she supposed, the thing absorbed her mana to make itself bigger. So, if it expelled mana, such as its climax inside her, that must make it weaker. It seemed that expelling mana in such a manner also drained substantially more than it had absorbed from their brief fight earlier. This gave her an idea…

“What’s the matter, big mare like you, afraid of a little fox cock up her bum?” Gwledig teased as he knelt behind her presented rear. He had seen enough of her already to know what her reaction would be, that was why he had quickly summoned up some shackles to keep her feet anchored to the ground. Sure enough, the dumb bitch tried to kick back at him, but the shackles held and foiled her plans. The angry snort from the mare made him laugh, he had warned her before that she was beneath him, this was just further proof of that.

The fox’s small white hands gripped at Rhonwen’s wide firm behind, his thumbs digging between her cheeks before he pried her apart to expose her asshole in all its glory. Considering all the tales about how upright and virtuous the Royal Knights were meant to be, he almost thought they literally would have a stick up their asses. Thankfully there was none, his pathway was clear. “Obsecro, auxilium et auxilium in victoria mea praebeo” Gwledig muttered under his breath as he conjured aid to help him with the task at hand.

More ghostly green detached hands appeared around him; one even held a small vial of a silvery substance for him. With a smirk of satisfaction, the fox concentrated on the mares presented rear and watched as his summoned hands got to work. Rhonwen frowned when she felt multiple hands on her behind, far too many to belong to just the white furred fox, however. She couldn’t turn to look back and see what was going on as the bull held her muzzle firmly in place with one strong hand, while the other painfully gripped about both her wrists, which were still held out straight behind her back. Her shoulders were aching already at this point, but she had endured far worse in her line of work. She knew she could still withstand a few more hours of this at least before her shoulders would dislocate from being held at this angle and supporting her weight for so long.

Meanwhile, behind her, she could feel her tail being held and lifted by a pair of hands, while another set gripped and spread her buttocks. There were even fingers rubbing at her clit, while more fingers started to pump in and out of her cunt. That wasn’t where her focus was, however, there felt like two sets of fingers preparing her for the fox bastard to fuck her ass, as one set sunk into the tight heated confines of her back passage, another would be pulling out. Both sets however were busy applying the silver substance to her asshole to help lubricate her. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, this was actually starting to excite her. While she wasn’t that keen on anal really, being forced into it was somewhat exciting at least. Especially with so many hands working between her thighs and under her tail, it almost felt like a group of people were attempting to make her explode.

Rhonwen began to pant and huff as both her openings were fingered with an ever-increasing pace, at least whatever was holding her tail seemed to know she liked it rough. She kept feeling herself being yanked back onto the fingers inside her every time the bull elemental pulled her face forward onto his cock. She was being rocked back and forth between the two sensations, her maw filled with ethereal glowing blue cock while fingers pumped and stuffed her front and back constantly. Eventually the fingers beneath her tail were replaced by a different sensation, by comparison, the object being inserted into her well-prepared rear was clumsy and awkward. No doubt it was the fucking fox, and he was soon buried to the balls in her backdoor.

He wasn’t the biggest to have ever claimed her there, so she could manage him at least. What really made her angry though, was the fingers playing with her pussy still, they were making her almost enjoy this treatment. Especially when the detached hands yanking on her tail kept pulling her ass back onto the smug fox’s cock. She didn’t want to cum from this, to give him the satisfaction, even though it wouldn’t be his dick making her climax, he no doubt would claim it was. It was as if the detached hands read her mind and upped the ante, sending her careening toward her next climax even faster. With another loud snort and muffled groan, Rhonwen came hard between the bull elemental and the arrogant arctic fox mage.

“I knew a big bitch like you would like it up the ass” Gwledig said almost triumphantly, far too smug for someone with a mediocre dick at best. Rhonwen wanted to smack him again, but she still was unable to. The damned bull had her wrists gripped far too tight and the fox had shackled her feet to the ground for good measure.

SMACK! Rhonwen’s eyes went wide. “Did this little prick just spank me!?” she growled internally. SMACK! Again, Gwledig spanked his captive, while grinning smugly down at her.

“Yeah, you like that dick in your ass, don’t you…miss Royal Knight?” his words dripped heavily with sarcasm. He wasn’t even fucking her that hard, definitely not hard enough to make her moan. All that was as a result of the goddamn magical hands molesting her. She was definitely going to have to teach him a lesson once she broke free of all this nonsense. At least this time the stupid prick didn’t cum so easily, so perhaps there was hope for him yet, at least if she let him live that is.

Despite her size, the large ebony furred mare actually had a surprisingly tight pucker. Gwledig had always been a bit of a butt guy, but he had never gotten the chance to touch a woman intimately, let alone partake of their posteriors. So, when this opportunity arose, how could he not indulge? After all, the Royal Knight did actually have rather exquisite hindquarters. If only she didn’t have to be forced, he would have loved to have her ride him so he could watch her tits bounce and sway, but he knew if he tried that now, she would probably just end up strangling him instead. This wasn’t bad though, at least he got to watch as his pink prick pried open her tightly clenched little dark pucker while he fucked her ass.

Even with having cum so recently, the mares snug little asshole was working wonders on his sensitive prick. He tried to hold back, but she just felt too good and with a muffled whimper, Gwledig spilled his second load deep inside her guts. This time the fox’s climax was far more intense than the one inside her mouth had been, enough so that his concentration broke just long enough for catastrophe to strike. The ghostly hands began to flicker before vanishing, so too did the blue bull elemental. Suddenly, Gwledig was alone with the rather pissed off Royal Knight. Even the shackles binding her feet to the floor had vanished.

“Cohibere!” the fox yelped in panic as the mare suddenly whipped around and glared at him, but nothing happened. Even when he tried to cast something as simple as a fireball, all that emitted from his palms was a few meagre sparks.

“Guess they didn’t teach you that in the academy, huh?” Rhonwen smirked as she grabbed the white fox by the scruff and lifted him up off the stone floor. “Amateur mages like you blow your load when…you blow your load” the mare grinned as she gripped and began to squeeze at Gwledig’s now empty balls. “Clausura!” she muttered with a growl, her blue eyes flashed briefly before faint glowing golden rings appeared around Gwledig’s wrists, ankles and throat. “There, now you won’t be any trouble until I get you back to the academy” she said as she took her turn to grin smugly. She had just sealed his powers away, leaving him helpless until she chose to release the spell. Normally such a simple lock wouldn’t work on someone of Gwledig’s power, but seeing as he had just temporarily emptied his mana pool, Rhonwen was able to lock him at that level and prevent him from recovering his mana and becoming dangerous again.

Her master had been right. “Fuck him” was exactly the right call, it had helped drain the fox of his immense mana pool faster and far safer than an outright fight with spells would have done. She could hold her own, sure, but even Rhonwen knew she had limits. Considering the strength of the elemental the fox had managed to summon and how little training Gwledig had undergone before doing so, perhaps they were right about his potential. At the very least, she would be keeping a close eye on him, perhaps she would even pay him a visit every once in a while and see how strong that elemental of his could get.