Even the mighty fall
Delphus was young for a wizard of his caliber. He was the first archmage in decades to earn his title before the age of fifty, and the first in centuries under thirty.
When the war came, the twenty-three year old prodigy had been called by his king into service. His youth made him more than fit for active combat, his skills one of the more active units. The wolves were a powerful foe, but as a rule they possessed fewer magic users. Their wizards were the only reason the rabbits had a fighting chance.
"General, it's late. I just spent twelve hours protecting us from detection; I need my relief." Delphus complains, then yawns. The protective spell was knit in to a large crystal, roughly the side of Delphus's arm. All it took was a wizard's attention to keep the spell up and working, but such an effort could be taxing. It was a godsend times like now, when most of the fighting units were injured, and wolf magic kept the rabbit wizards from simply erasing those injuries. 'Units;' Delphus was too tired to think of them as his fellow kinsmen and countrymen.
The general nods and takes off without a word. Minutes later, the journeyman mage returns alone. "Take over. I need to sleep." Delphus orders, much to the older wizard's irritation. The second mage had to be in his middle thirties, but lacked Delphus's natural power.
Back at his own tent, Delphus does a quick run through his personal wards before undressing and laying down on his cot.
It was a silent night, but Battle Master Wraknar could see just fine. He was a seasoned warrior, a skilled tracker, but most importantly on the hunt. He had been watching, waiting, knowing that for a second the rabbit camp. For a flash, the signs of it would appear, then quickly fade. He hoped he had the right general area; the rabbits moved, and it had been some time since he had expected it to reappear.
His patience is rewarded shortly enough, when the signs all appear. Grinning like the wolf he was, Wraknar quickly races in the direction where the smells and sounds were coming from. He was silent as death, the night as still, and before too long he reaches the edge of the little barrier. He stayed low to the ground, unsure of where anything past the magical barrier would be. He sneaks close to the underbrush, and is soon rewarded with the camp instantly spreading before his eyes. He found it, and he made it through. Two things no wolf had ever done and lived to report.
There was a sentry, but Wraknar had so far gone unnoticed. If he wasn't, there would be an alarm. Unlike most of his kind, Wraknar didn't think there was shame in learning from weaker races. The snakes knew the utility of toxins, foxes the use of guile, elves stealth. And Wraknar used it all. He palms a tiny dart, and sends it straight in to the rabbit's leg. The rabbit smacks it like one would a mosquito, but by the time he looked for blood on his palm the sleeping drug had taken affect, and he soon toppled over. Wraknar waits patiently, then retrieves the barb from the rabbit. No evidence. Guards fell asleep all the time, and bugs bit all the time. The dart was small enough that it would be confused fo the latter, or forgotten altogether. Wraknar had come with a precise list of what he would need, and how he would deal with what possible threat. His big weapons were left behind in favor of those like the dart. He wasn't even wearing clothing or armor, as they were not necessary.
Sneaking around the camp, Wraknar searches for his intended prey. He saw and smelled the young rabbit after his own forces had ambushed their foes into open combat. He had been magnificent; without half the effort of the other mages he threw spells around like Wraknar threw axes. Wraknar knew mages weren't strictly part of the rabbit army, that one had more of Wraknar's notice than the general.
And there he was. Wraknar could smell a tent with more of the wizard's smell than the others, and less of the smell of others. And, of course, the tingle of magic in the air. Wraknar could sens it ebbing around the inside of the tent, but he was ready for this challenge. Within a pouch on his belt, he had a lizard. Without ceremony, he tosses it into the tent, and 'watches' the wards converge on it as he knew they would. He then throws the tent flap open, safe from the occupied magic.
The sensation of something getting caught in his wards wakes Delphus with alarm. He bolts upright to face a grinning wolf, standing in his doorway wearing only a belt with a muxture of odd tools and objects. Startled, the wizard watches as the wolf barrels towards him and knocks him onto his back, knocking the wind out of him. The wolf straddles him, legs holding the mage's arms to his sides, then forces something into Delphus's mouth while he gasps for breath. It was gritty and bitter, but quickly dissolves.
The wizard instantly feels his jaw and throat go slack, but his lips press together. Trying to make a noise makes Delphus realize that he couldn't even breath loudly. He tries to grumble and whimper, or even open his mouth, but all he succeeds in doing it making a frustrated face and wrinkling his eyebrows with worry.
"You impressed me, rabbit. You're the first one of your kind ever to impress me." The wolf remarks in an amused whisper. "I expected more of a challenge bringing you down. Oh well."
The wolf removes a few articles from his belt and sets them beside Delphus on his cot. The wizard struggles, but he was a slender little rabbit mage. Sitting atop him was a giant lupine warrior. Even with just his legs alongside Delphus's lean arms and sitting on Delphus's slender thighs, the wolf had quite thoroughly pinned him. Heavy balls the size of Delphus's fists rested uncomfortably above his own genitalia, the smell of them wafting up to Delphus's sensitive nose.
Once a few things Delphus couldn't see are set down, the wolf turns his attention back to Delphus. The rabbit was trying to cry, or beg, or scream, but his mouth remained peacefully relaxed and closed. And his arms wouldn't even respond. The paralysis was working its way down, and quickly now. Helpless tears roll down the rabbit's cheeks as he stares up at the wolf. If he could move just one hand, he could stop the poison and reverse it. Or turn the tables on the wolf. Or-something. Then, of coarse, those suffered a brief, faint tingle, and couldn't even try to wiggle against his assailant's powerful legs.
The wolf lets off of him and stands up and looks down at Delphus, a paw resting on a giant sheath. "Don't worry, wizard. This war is now none of your concern." He remarks with a hungry smile, then turns Delphus over onto his chest and pulls the blanket down, exposing Delphus's nearly naked body. His limp body couldn't even shake with fear, nor could he resist when the wolf pulled his hands behind his back and slipped something stiff and tight over them. It felt like a tight glove with a metal frame, with the hands locked palm-to--palm. Delphus's heart sank a few notches lower. It was all too easy to keep a wizard from speaking the words to invoke magic, but much harder to adequately bind the hands of one. If the paralysis ever wore off, his hands would of no use in that respect.
In silence, the wolf meticulously places other restraints on the young, terrified rabbit. The wolf bound his elbows behind his back, as well as his knees and ankles. It was all a coarse leather which made Delphus itch, but he couldn't scratch any more than he could complain about it. A ball made of leather was pressed against his lips, which by some reflex opened for it and closed around it before the straps on the back fasten around Delphus's head. Finally, thick leather straps were fastened around Delphus's shoulders and thighs, the purpose of which not apparent until the wolf lifts him by them and slides him on like a backpack.
The rabbit was terrified enough that he hardly noticed the gross taste of the leather, but the pain of being hoisted up by those straps made him even more afraid of the pain to come.
It was a reasonably uneventful run back to his own camp. Wraknar knew the immobilizing drug was wearing off when he feels the rabbit's feet start to twitch and spasm. His prize was light enough Wraknar had almost forgotten about him until those spasms. "I'm back. Send the witch to my tent." He growls, then heads there himself.
Once there, he unfastens the straps of his little carrier, letting the rabbit fall a good foot on to bound and unstable legs. They crumple beneath the immobilized rabbit, who ends up flopped down on his side, his whole body twitching from a mix of the impact and his waking nerves.
Delphus hurt, and the panic attack he felt coming since the wolf had first drugged him was finally breaking through now that he could almost feel his extremities obeying him. The wolf was busy pulling off that harness, then pulls the gag out. Delphus could feel his mouth closing on its ow accord and swallowing down the small crumbs of bitter leather the ball left behind. His mouth was showing no signs of returning to his control. Out his nose, he was starting to hyperventilate, but the wolf ignores it.
"The witch is old. It may take her some time to make it here. In the meantime, we'll have to occupy ourselves, won't we?" The wolf asks rhetorically, then seizes Delphus by the ears and pulls him roughly onto his knees. Paws stabilizing the rabbit's wobbly head, the wolf pokes his sheath, and emerging weapon, at the wizard's mouth. Much to his continued horror, Delphus's lips automatically part just enough to allow the cock into his mouth. His mouth fills with the sweaty taste of the wolf, the suction holding his mouth closed pulling the member from the sheath. He couldn't spit it out, resist, or even try to bite it. Delphus's mouth seemed to be a willing recipient of the wolf's muscle, but the rabbit's mind was awash with righteous fury at the invasion.
The wolf's cock grew and swelled in Delphus's mouth, triggered by the warm, wet hole and the automated sucking the drug had induced. It was slow and steady, as was its journey to the back of Delphus's throat. It hit the back and kept on going, cutting off the rabbit's air with the slow agony of being walled in; Delphus could feel his airway slowly, oh so slowly, being cut off. Worst, he couldn't whimper, or resist, or even let the wolf know about his lack of air. His body refused to gag, or convulse. The limited movement he had in his arms and legs let them twitch, but nothing more. Even if he wasn't restrained, he could do nothing.
Delphus's mind was racing frantically as the wolf grinds into his face and down his throat. The realization dawned on him that he was going to die bound, mostly naked, and from choking on a wolf's throbbing member in the process of an oral rape. The burning in his lungs makes his eyes water until heavy tears roll down his cheek and neck. All that effort he put in to becoming as powerful a wizard as he could, all the prestige he had gained, all the effort it must have taken to find the hidden camp, sneak in and kidnap him, and Delphus was going to die like a common whore? He wanted to unleash his magic, to reduce the wolf who dared kidnap and defile him to smoldering dust, then visit his wrath down on the rest of the lupine camp. But more, much more, he wanted to breathe.
The wolf releases Delphus's head when the rabbit was sure he would die like that. The suction in his mouth proved to be rather strong, as even fully released and his body still limp, Delphus's mouth was still mostly full of the wolf's sweaty meat. His lungs suck down regular breaths to burning lungs, rather than the heavy panting they required to sooth the agony of asphyxiation. Through his watery eyes, Delphus could see the wolf looking down at him, deciding what to do next. Gyrating his hips, the wolf makes Delphus's upper body rock forwards and back, his mouth sucking down more then less then more again of the wolf's strangling dick.
From the wolf's grunts and groans, Delphus could tell the wolf was enjoying himself for more than just sadistic delight, and it made him feel ill. He, Archmage Delphus De'Lis, was now this wolf's unwilling sex toy. But at least he could breath. He tries to ignore the wolf's articulations, and focus on something unrelated to his violation. Like his tail....
The wolf lets out a howl and grabs Delphus's face, with his long fingers trailing around to the back of Delphus's head and pulling it further up the girthy shaft. In training for the war, Delphus had on occasion seen some rather endowed rabbits, but this wolf had the longest and the thickest of them beat by a wide margin. Delphus could once more feel his air being cut off. His arms spasm behind his back, but he can feel the wolf change his stance slightly. The after a moment, the wolf releases Delphus's head and puts his hands on his hips.
"Took you long enough. I got started without you." The wolf gruffly greets a visitor. Delphus tries to focus his hearing on whoever had showed up, but he couldn't hear anything.
"Not that it looks like you minded the pause. Now, let's have a look, shall we?" It was a woman's voice, and she sounded rather ancient. As though that was some cue, the male wolf finally pulls out of Delphus's mouth and pulls him upright by his upper arms. His grip tightening, the wolf holds Delphus up on his feet, though his legs would accept no weight. Delphus's head was limply staring at the ground, leaving him still unable to see the old woman. "Very well. I shall begin."
Without noise, the woman came closer, close enough Delphus could smell some condition making her breath smell terrible. She splashes a jar of some prepared oil on him, the smell of which wasn't unpleasant, but was rather strong. She was chanting several spells at once, but Delphus couldn't isolate the elements in his head well enough to figure them out. This woman was no simple apprentice, and her spell frightened him more than his kidnapping, or his helplessness, or even the face-rape had. He could, however, feel his limbs returning quickly to his conscious control. A paw quickly clamped over his mouth when he found himself standing on his own accord, preventing him from canceling the witch's spells or eradicating her and the other wolf.
"The spell is set; now it is for you to complete. I shall remain close, in case you lose control of him." Delphus hears the woman say, and catches a glimpse of a fur-bare wolf tail leaving the tent.
"You're all mine, now." The wolf hungrily informs Delphus, then muscles him to the ground. Delphus grunts and tries to resist, or even wiggle free, but by the time the thought to resist had fully crossed his mind the wolf had him most of the way on his stomach. "I am Battle Master Wraknar, the War Master's right hand, and I claim you, mind and body." The line sounded formal and scripted, which meant it was some continuation of the witch's spell. Delphus catches a whiff of binding magic, and struggles in vane to get free of the wolf enough to speak.
Wraknar licks Delphus's cheek and sucks of the his neck, making the rabbit's skin crawl. His free paw grabs hold of Delphus's loincloth and rips off the back of it off, exposing Delphus's virginal rear to a hard dick waiting to plug it. For that brief moment between when Delphus's underwear was ripped open and Wraknar forced the head of his cock inside, the rabbit was scared stiff. And then his hole was splitting open, leaving his body weak. He screams, but the sound doesn't make it much past Wraknar's paw. But it was more then just pain of the body. He could feel a presence on the edge of his mind hammering at the edge of his will.
Delphus tries to wall up his mind, but the spike being driven into his ass destroys his concentration. He whimpers and cries out into Wraknar's paw, but the wolf had no intention of mercy. Once he had forced his dick in far enough to get a stable hold, he drove the rest in, all the way to the still-soft flesh of his knot. The rabbit twists and struggles, every inch adding a whole new dimension of pain. He could feel something hot and wet oozing down his leg, and the realization alone made him feel woozy even before he could smell the blood. Delphus let out a long whimper into the wolf's large, padded hand, all his struggling dying down. Not even his mind could put up a defense.
Just as Wraknar slid unchallenged, inch after torturous inch, into Delphus, the presence invaded deeper and deeper into Delphus's mind. "Fanged God you're tight, my little slave." The wolf rasps into a long, drooping ear. An image flooded into Delphus's mind from the invading one; one of the rabbit collared to a post the muscular wolf, to be used on a whim. A lusty want for that image was similarly forced in to his head which made the rabbit wish he had choked to death earlier. He lost. Wraknar's will was pressing in, but Delphus couldn't focus enough to fight it off.
With a grunt, the wolf drives himself the rest of the way in to Delphus. Wraknar's growing knot wouldn't go in at first, but the dominant wolf rolls back onto his knees and brings the bound rabbit with. Delphus's teeth were clenched with pain, so Wraknar released the rabbit's mouth and pulled him back while shoving forward.
From the moment Delphus's hole started straining around the knot to when it locked the two of them hip to hip, the rabbit screamed his pain out into the night air. "With my knot I bind you, body and mind." The wolf grunts out off of his little script while the rabbit took in breath to scream again. The rabbit barely heard him, and barely felt his will weaken. How could he? The burning pain inside him should have made him pass out. That invasive will, though, forced him to remain conscious.
"Hear now my dictum. You will submit to me and obey me. You will never endeavor to be be free from me. You may defend yourself, but not from me. I am your master and unquestioned alpha. You may not harm me nor magic me unless I expressly command you, nor will you do it to any who obey me save to defend yourself. You live and breathe only at my whim. Acknowledge me! Will you obey?" Wraknar's hands cupped all the way around Delphus's neck, ready to strange in case something had gone wrong.
Nothing had. Delphus fought to keep his mouth shut, but the will inside him supplied him the words and forced them out. "I hear and obey, master. Use me as you will." The words came out with no hesitation, and there was only a trace of Delphus's pain in them. "No! Nono!" He quickly follows up, screaming and struggling.
"Silence. You will be punished for that outburst!" Wraknar growls, then draws back until his knot threatens to tear free, then shoves back in. Though they were locked together, he got a painful length of thrust in there. Delphus fell silent at the command, and even with the renewed pain of that thrust, and the ones to follow, his throat would issue no sound. "If you relaxed and accepted this, it wouldn't hurt as much." The wolf grunts, but Delphus proudly refuses. The wolf doesn't make it a command. Instead, he lets his massive body slam into Delphus time and time again.
The rabbit found himself spending extended amounts of time bordering between wakefulness and passing out, but even with the spell firmly in place he couldn't escape to the relief of unconsciousness. It felt like forever that the wolf was abusing him with that repetitive motion and the sizable torture implement of choice.
Wraknar could feel his new slave's body remain tense under him. Good; he's still awake. The wolf savagely thinks to himself. He gropes at the rabbit's shoulders and bound hands, his tongue freely roaming the captive's face and mouth. All the bindings were purely accessory at this point; the rabbit lacked the strength to use them much and the ability to refuse the wolf, but like most accessories they did provide something.
This was conquest, pure and simple. When Wraknar had first seen the little rabbit, he could think of nothing else but mastering and dominating the archmage. It wasn't just about the rabbit's power, just as it wasn't all about the rabbit's appearance, though had he one and not the other Wraknar would still have wanted this catch. He had a claim to lay as fiercely and as thoroughly as possible.
Even still, the little captive was tighter than anything Wraknar had ever coupled with, male or female, wolf or rabbit or fox or even mouse. Delphus was tight enough it almost hurt in and of himself.
Wraknar shifts backward onto his knees, and in the process dragging Delphus up onto his. The rabbit's shaking was much clearer when he wasn't flat on the ground, but Wraknar didn't mind it. His attention was more on that white and gray, candle-flame of a tail sticking up from above tensed, smooth mound of separated cheeks and that impaled hole. Something, though, WAS missing.
"You may make noise, but you may not protest." Wraknar finally announces after a few moments of respite. "But you must pay for that right by getting a little more involved. You pay the price as soon as you make noise." The wolf slyly grins, then thrusts forward. He is rewarded with a loud cry, then a low whimpering.
The sound had been unintentional, but as soon as he makes it Delphus feels himself becoming more aware of the wolf's body. His butt gives a wiggle, compelled by the command. "Please! This hurts!" He whimpers, his body pushing back into Wraknar's.
"I'm sure it does." The wolf pulls back, and Delphus feels his body pushing forward, away from Wraknar. "You're mine, though, and we will do this until I want to stop. Brace yourself; this is gonna be a longer night than you've ever had before!"
They slam back into each other, both pushing towards the other. Delphus falls silent, the command keeping him from yelling at Wraknar to stop, before his body finally feels the pain. He thought the wolf's marauding dick might burst clear through him from the force of that thrust. The next one was no better.
Screaming gives way to loud panting when Delphus lacked the strength to yell more. Pushing towards and pulling against Wraknar slows to a virtual halt, but the wolf keeps going. Powerful hands grip Delphus's waist to hold him up when his torso starts to drop back down to the floor, then put forth the effort Delphus had been previously compelled to. The thrusts grow in strength and speed, and Delphus could hear the wolf howling over his own grunts and moans. Something hot and wet spills into him, making him wonder if Wraknar had perhaps inflicted some internal injury, but no pain accompanied it. At least, none beyond Wraknar's presence itself. Even that, though, didn't hurt quite so much once Wraknar lets himself collapse forward on Delphus's bound body.
The wolf's weight made it hard to breath, and hurt Delphus's ribs, but at least the cursed thrusting was over with. Gathering his breath while the wolf rests, Delphus utters a sentence that frees him from the bindings on his hands and feet.
"Ah, good of you to save me the trouble. Now, while my knot loosens up, let me tell you what your punishment is going to be...."
Delphus stepped forth from his tent and yawns, greeting the end of dawn. He hadn't gotten much rest the night before. His feet moved on their own towards the mess tent. Breakfast was in the early stages still, and he hovers near the cook while the older rabbit works.
"Archmage. You're welcome to wait, but breakfast's not for ten minutes." The soldier greets him with a polite tilt of the head, but makes no further acknowledgment of him, instead focusing on the task at hand. As they were the only two in the mess tent, that left Delphus unobserved.
Delphus's hands weave intricate, arcane patters in the air. Tears ran down his cheeks, though he made no sound. He wished the cook was less occupied with his task; enough so to stop Delphus or raise the alarm. But no; he cast his spell without fail. Once it's cast, Delphus heads back to his tent, head hanging. There was nothing to do now but wait.
Beakfast came the same time as it did every day, but despite how physically drained Delphus was and how long it'd been since he'd eaten, he wasn't hungry. There was a deep pit in his stomach. He fought to scream, to yell, to set his tent on fire, but he was permitted none of it. No noise left his lips, nor arcane power would bend to his will alone.
Within fifteen minutes of breakfast being ready, every member of camp would manage to eat some; the night lingered around, awake, long enough to not only collect their own rations but bring some to their relief, and all others would be roused just long enough to get a morsel or two down. Someone would bring something to the wizards, and someone else would feed the wounded.
Giving them all a good half hour extra, Delphus emerged from his tent once more and clapped his hand. The sound reverberated through the camp, then was followed by the sound of armored bodies hitting the ground. Doing a quick walk-through of the camp, Delphus checks that all of them are down and out of the way of immediate harm. He could feel the protection granted by the crystal fail for want of a wizard to feed it. Raising his hand, Delphus sends a flare of green sparks up into the sky.
The wolves were close by, and Delphus could sense at least one of them drawing closer, unerringly towards him.
"Well done. You've done wolfkind a great thing here." Wraknar grins cruelly, laying a hand on Delphus's shoulder. "I brought you a reward. The rest of this camp will earn them soon enough."
Delphus keeps his head hanging, though he feels the hand withdraw and something leather wrap snugly around his neck. He says nothing, nor does he move to react in any way until Wraknar grabs him by the upper arm and squeezes.
"What do you say to master when he gives you a present, my pet?" Wraknar demands, then grabs Delphus by the collar of his shirt and rips it.
"Th-thank you, Battle Master." Delphus responds automatically, shying his eyes away from the predatory lupine ones.
That's better." Wraknar snorts, continuing to rip off Delphus's clothing. The rabbit flichnes every time Wraknar grips a handful of cloth and rips it away. The wolf was clearly enjoying the process. Finally, Delphus stands with only his loincloth to obscure his private regions and his fur to protect him from the morning's chill.
"Identify all those in this camp who can use magic and all those of officer rank and above. Then, when they are all marked and more firmly bound, go to your tent and wait for me. We're going to have our own little celebration while your camp is sacked." Wraknar orders, giving Delphus a swat on the ass which develops into a quick grope.
"Yes Battle Master."
When the archmage heads off to complete Wraknar's bidding, Battle Master Wraknar admires his slave from behind until he's out of sight. He then examines a sleeping rabbit near him, then started slipping the rabbit's armor off. This rabbit was taller and more muscular than Delphus, but still much smaller than a typical wolf. His serene, sleeping face was young, and as gruffly attractive as a rabbit that age could get, which meant a few scars on an otherwise boyish face.
Turning the captive onto his stomach, Wraknar binds the his hands behind his back and turns to one of his trusted companions.
"How's about we give this one a rude awakening?"