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It was, by all accounts, an average afternoon at the Temple of Magicks. Magnificus had adjourned classes for the day some hours prior, and had settled into the all-important task of underpainting his latest masterwork. Cards weren’t his only outlet of creativity by any means, particularly when he had a magic eye at his disposal with which to view any natural or arcane reference he so desired.
Speaking of that eye, however…he was beginning to feel a bit of an ache emanating from it.
Such dull, almost negligible pain was hardly unusual, of course. It merely meant he was intercepting a vision of some kind. Magnificus ceased his painting a moment, and focused in on that ache until his eye glowed bright, in ethereal eddies of pink and green.
His mustache curled with irritation as he saw in his mind’s eye the source of his discomfort: Leshy would be arriving at his tower, very soon.
Magnificus held rather complicated feelings for the old photographer. He hated him, of course, for a laundry list of reasons, but he couldn’t deny the unusual intensity with which that hatred tended to surface. Magnificus never found himself content simply detesting Leshy from a respectable distance, and based upon the palpable…fervour of some of their recent encounters, it seemed Leshy felt the same way.
But today, Magnificus’s eye told him, Leshy was being led over to his tower by even deeper desires. What he wanted precisely was unclear, but considering the debauched sort of beast Magnificus knew him to be…it didn’t take much imagination to get the right idea.
Magnificus returned to his painting for the time being. No matter what in particular Leshy wanted with him, he did feel a sense of superiority knowing the true object of his visit before he even arrived.
Sure enough, not ten minutes after his vision, he began to pick up on the faint sounds of thuds and crashes on one of the lower levels of the tower, then again but louder as the one responsible ascended to the next level. It was certainly Leshy, and by the sound of it he was once again refusing to interact with Magnificus's clever puzzles in lieu of simply kicking in every magically locked door. No doubt he was doing this intentionally in order to incense Magnificus ahead of his arrival on the top floor.
And Magnificus was indeed incensed.
His grip tightened on his brush as continuing to paint gradually became a difficult task to focus on. Leshy utilized puzzles just as much as Magnificus himself in his cabin, if not more so. For him to disrespect and plow through the wizard's intricate setup for only the pettiest of reasons... Well, really, it wasn't even a surprise. And that only made Magnificus all the more irritated.
After listening to the third horrible crack, splinter, and tuneless clang of a magical ward being shattered, Magnificus could hardly keep his composure any longer. By the time he heard Leshy's infernal hooves hit the top step and begin to cross the threshold into his studio, Magnificus just barely resisted whipping around in all his fury to intercept the other Scrybe. However, he was mildly less effective at masking that same fury when he next spoke.
"I pray you're merely unaware of how much time I spend devising those puzzles."
The statement was of course frivolous to begin with; Leshy was well aware of the extent of Magnificus's efforts, and this only made the wizard's wispy voice draw ever more taut, and his nearly indistinguishable eyebrows knit ever tighter above his bright eyes. Such an assertion was naught but a play in their usual game: now Magnificus would hear whatever insipid bluff Leshy had prepared on the way over straight from his lying, mercurial mouth.
"Do not whine, Magnificus," came Leshy's deep voice from behind him. "It reflects poorly on you when you claim to be so proficient in magic. Surely it won't take you long to make the requisite repairs."
For all the frenzied ruckus he'd caused on his way up, he didn't sound nearly as angered as one might have expected; on the contrary, he sounded just a little too pleased at the effects his destruction had had on Magnificus.
Every hair on Magnificus's body bristled at the faint lilt of amusement palpable in Leshy's words. Again he resisted the urge to turn around; he wouldn't give Leshy that satisfaction so easily.
"And it is unbecoming of you, in your obsession with linearity and atmosphere, to so impetuously ignore any degree of effort to that end," Magnificus replied, forcing himself to put brush to canvas once more despite his gradually waning focus. He could never hope to achieve the same deep resonance in his voice, but he put just as much spiteful effort into stretching his own cadence thin, unraveling it into a shuddering ephemeral strand, weaving past Leshy's ears.
"Though I expect such a callous use of force from the likes of a beast...I'd be foolish to accept it from the likes of a Scrybe." Magnificus set his brush in a muddied cup of water by his easel. "You aren't even attempting to hide your juvenile intent."
"Juvenile intent?" Leshy's hoofsteps thudded on the floorboards as he slowly walked an arc around Magnificus. "On the contrary, I am here on very serious business."
Leshy at last entered Magnificus's line of sight, stopping on the other side of the easel, and he was indeed a sight; with a lean but muscled build and a few solid feet of height on Magnificus, one could imagine it would be no effort at all for him to overpower the wizard just as easily as he had annihilated each heavy oaken door in his path. And with that dark, leering expression on his face, it seemed clear he intended to do just that.
"Three months after I politely asked you to stop sending your mage pupils into my woods to test their skills on my rare beasts," Leshy said, "I continue to find scorch marks on my trees instead of amalgams and mothmen. I have been patient with you, far more than you have deserved, but even my patience wears thin." He gripped the edge of the canvas with a hand and crushed its wooden frame beneath his fingers. "You will answer for your transgressions."
Magnificus furrowed his brows at the continued wanton destruction. Leshy had already acquired his attention, and was almost certainly only persisting in order to spite him. "I would hardly call your prior demands 'polite'," he idly countered with no small amount of incredulity in his voice. His eye flickered to life as he recalled their last summit on the matter: strong, thick fingers eclipsing his thin shoulders, claw-like nails digging into his skin; an animalistic hiss in his ear promising him retribution should he cast aside Leshy's incensed ultimatum. So summarily, he'd made the executive decision to ignore it entirely.
"It has indeed been three months," Magnificus conceded with an even tone. With little effort, the old mage rose a couple feet up from his current inferior height, thickly-furred figure hovering above the floorboards. Crucially he did not supplant the other Scrybe's eye line, craning slightly upwards to meet his fervent, ever-hungry gaze.
"But, as you so eloquently implied, it isn't as if I have bid my students to cease until just now," Magnificus pointed out. "And it's highly improbable that you've only now noticed, with your fathomless connection to the natural world."
His eyes dipped below the other's stiff visage, taking in his tensed muscles and honed figure. "Perhaps your indignation has simply come to a head...or perhaps you've found another, ulterior line of reasoning to bring your grievances directly to my temple's doorstep."
"'Ulterior line of reasoning', 'juvenile intent'..." Leshy's eyes glinted, whether in anger or amusement Magnificus could not discern. "Do you think me a liar? What is it, pray tell, that you believe I have come here for? Careful, Magnificus, I suspect you may be projecting."
Magnificus sputtered a little, the accusation catching him off-guard. "Projecting—! Of all the inane..." He cut himself off before anything more damning could slip out, and seized upon his composure before it could escape him. "I've seen your intentions, beast. Before you crossed my threshold and carelessly dismantled my wards I knew precisely the aim of your visit, and it isn't to whinge about my students."
He leaned in closer, trying not to read too much into the glow of Leshy's eyes as his own shone twice as bright. "Really, I wouldn't even need my eye to guess at it. The fact that, across the past several months, you've not kept your eyes nor your hands from roaming over the course of any of our meetings is proof enough."
Leshy leaned over the easel, maddeningly calm. "Does that displease you?"
Magnificus lowered down slightly as the other Scrybe positively towered over him. When he next spoke it was through the barest remaining veneer of poise. "It's unspeakably frustrating."
The whites of Leshy's teeth flashed in a leering grin. "Good."
Without warning, Leshy suddenly sprang up on his powerful deer-like legs, leaping clean over the easel and landing on his hooves directly behind Magnificus before reaching back and grabbing Magnificus by the shoulders. Before Magnificus even understood what was happening, he was yanked upwards and over Leshy's head before being flung roughly down onto the floorboards, landing painfully on his back.
Leshy loomed tall over him, upside-down in Magnificus's vision. However, even with his form darkened by the harsh backlighting of the window behind him, Magnificus could clearly see a light spot of flesh beginning to poke out from the bush of fur between his legs. Leshy squatted low over him, bringing that piece of anatomy closer to his face, and his eyes swirled orange.
"Then let us engage in something you will find far more worth your time."
Magnificus couldn't conceal a pained wheeze as he lay on the floor, too paralyzed by the sudden change in position to even think of scrambling back up. But as he met the other Scrybe's swirling gaze, and more pertinently his gradually stiffening shaft, getting out from under Leshy was quite quickly stricken from his priority list. He had expected an arrangement such as this from the very start, though he certainly wasn't going to stop pushing back just because it had finally come to pass.
"It looks as though you've been quite patient for such a simple, oft unrestrained creature," Magnificus observed, as the extent of Leshy's arousal grew increasingly evident. "Just...how long have you bid your time, in these past months...?"
He endeavored to maintain some level of aloofness and nonchalance, but the closer Leshy loomed the more difficult it was to trammel in his own lascivious needs. Somewhere deep beneath his endless hair he could feel the unmistakable ache of arousal, clamoring for attention from between his legs. Of course, there was still the matter of deciding precisely what it was Leshy was after, down there. But perhaps that could wait some moments longer.
"It was not so much biding my time as it was awaiting the breaking point," Leshy said. "You are a thoroughly unpleasant and unappealing beast, and were it not for your obstinate, self-aggrandizing nature I would have paid you no mind."
He stood and walked around Magnificus's prone body, placing one hoof on either side of him as though he intended to straddle him. If Magnificus made so much as an attempt at getting up, Leshy would surely kick him back down.
"But your persistence in being a thorn in my side has paid off. If you will clamour for me to put you in your place, I shall not disappoint you." He knelt again over Magnificus, so low that the tip of his cock brushed against his green hair. "I can smell your want."
Each of Magnificus's verdant hairs bristled once more; partially because Leshy's words were admittedly succeeding in seducing him, but even more so because they were just as infuriating as everything else about him.
"What kind of misplaced...hideous arrogance do you have...to liken me to a mere beast?" Magnificus wheezed out irascibly, his legs pulled tensely together in a futile attempt to suppress the heat blooming betwixt them.
"What arrogance do you have to claim you are not one?" Leshy placed a hand down upon Magnificus's chest, his hand sinking slightly into his fur, and brought his face in close to murmur, "If you have forgotten your place, it will be my delight to make you shriek in feral ecstasy like the animal you are."
It was getting increasingly difficult for Magnificus to bite back the decidedly undignified noises threatening to escape his mouth. He hadn't pictured their inevitable encounter moving in such a direction so quickly. Certainly Leshy's physical strength far outweighed his own, and he had been rather aggressive in his advances as of late. But the fact that, so quickly, Leshy had reduced him to suppressing needy whines and clamouring for stimulation, all in the face of his own imminent domination...it was equal parts surprising and embarrassing, to say the least. Surely there remained some way to prove he wasn't this easily manipulated. In vain Magnificus's eyes wandered down Leshy's form, trying to find something, any advantage to seize upon...
Wait a minute. Was whatever he was doing with his cock supposed to be part of his seduction? It was an arousing sight, to be sure, infuriatingly so, but...well, awkward as it was to say, he'd guessed at entirely the wrong place to suggestively grind into.
...Awkward, certainly, but more importantly, disadvantageous. Magnificus could yet gain the upper hand.
"Well, then...do your worst, o Scrybe of Beasts." Magnificus folded his thin arms behind his head, a slight mischievous edge in his words. "If you even know where to put that ghastly appendage of yours."
Leshy stilled, and for a moment Magnificus caught confusion flash in his eyes. "I believe I have made my intent clear," he said. "I do not intend to use my prick to shut you up."
Magnificus scoffed. "Oh, you've made your intentions quite clear. What's less clear is whether or not you're at all familiar with my particular anatomy." His eyes flicked briefly down towards the cock beginning to dip beneath his hair. "Do you really think that is the precise location of your depraved quarry?"
"Come on now, Magnificus, if you continue using such inflammatory language against yourself you may use up all my insults for you."
Magnificus raised an eyebrow, too curious to be offended. “If you’ll forgive the phrasing: quit beating around the bush, beast. You don’t even know where to start, do you?”
Leshy opened his mouth as if to give a haughty response, then closed it again and frowned. "Well," he began, almost sounding a little uncertain, "I've fornicated with stranger folk than yourself. It is not a difficulty to find the hole, even if its placement is not standard."
He brought his hands down lower to the area over which his cock was situated and started at parting the hair over where he must have assumed Magnificus's genitals were located.
Magnificus’s moustache turned up in amusement as he watched Leshy begin to search. How fitting, he thought, that he’d been granted an advantage of knowledge…
The old photographer’s large, rough hands pulled aside more and more verdant hair, more than he would have even assumed Magnificus to have just by appearances. Every time he figured Magnificus’s thin, fragile form would be revealed, there was naught beneath but more hair, until eventually his fingers scratched against the sanded boards of the tower floor.
He said nothing as he fruitlessly searched, but between his soft growling and the scowl on his face, his opinion on the matter was being made perfectly clear.
At one point, he let go of all of Magnificus's hair, sitting back on his haunches in thought, then felt around the surface of the hair until he seemed to find a solid place below which his body must dwell. Narrowing his eyes in determination, he plunged his other arm down into the hair until he was up to his shoulder in it. Magnificus felt Leshy's fingers wiggle around deep within his mass of hair, searching for anything in there. They were finding nothing.
"What is this absurd sorcery?!" Leshy demanded at last, rooting his entire arm around in there. "I cannot even feel the floor beneath you with my arm fully extended! How deep does your sea of hair go?"
"Oh, don't be dramatic," Magnificus scoffed, with a touch of theatricality. "It's hardly infinite. You need only to know how to navigate it."
Not quite as at Leshy's whims as he was moments prior, Magnificus propped himself up on his bony elbows. "But, I'm hardly surprised you're unable to chart those waters for yourself. Your pigheaded belligerence will be your downfall."
"You are confident now only because you know that when I do find your entrance it shall be your downfall." Leshy withdrew his arm, then stood up fully. His cock, still erect, bounced with the movement. "Get up."
"Get—" Magnificus wheezed incredulously. "You truly are arrogant if you think you're in any position to be barking orders..."
Nevertheless he got to his feet. Merely because he was curious, he told himself, and not because Leshy's sharp tone had had any sort of desirous effect on him. "What is your grand design, then? You won't have much more luck feeling around fruitlessly just because I'm off the floor."
Leshy's eyes swirled orange. "That is yet to be seen."
Without waiting for a reply, he went right back to digging through Magnificus's hair, crouching slightly to get a better vantage point of what he was searching for. Both his arms were deep in the thick of the hair, and he was even poking his head into the part he had made in it. He pulled his head out for a moment, squinting suspiciously up at Magnificus, then went back under.
Magnificus rolled his eyes; any amount of flustered he would be from this kind of treatment was presently outweighed by his resigned irritation. "Quite typical, I must say. For all your talk of 'smelling my want', you're entirely lost in finding it."
He thought for a moment. "Well, not entirely. Speaking accurately, you're merely scratching the surface of my depths at the moment. Digging around with your arms will only get you so far in, you know."
Leshy only grunted in response and pushed in deeper. One hoof stepped forwards, then the other, and soon only his angrily flicking tail still poked out of Magnificus's body.
Magnificus merely sighed at this escalation; it certainly wasn't the first time one of his sexual encounters had progressed in this manner. Hopefully Leshy wasn't as incompetent as it seemed, or they'd never get anything done here.
"Keep going, it should be fairly straightforward," Magnificus said, a little loudly in case Leshy couldn't hear him past the meagre soundproofing of his curtains of hair.
"Keyword: should," he muttered annoyedly to himself, feeling Leshy scramble around within him as aimlessly as he had before.
From deep within his forest of hair, Leshy's muffled voice snapped, "Silence, old toad. In a few moments I shall snatch my prize, and then it will be you who..."
At that point, his words became lost to the hair and if he said anything more it was imperceptible.
After Leshy went silent, his movements grew gradually less discernible, until it was a mere slight shuffling that Magnificus could easily ignore were he not actively waiting for it to result in something.
After a few minutes passed, however, Magnificus got a sneaking suspicion that he would be waiting quite a bit longer than he thought for Leshy to come upon his quarry. He huffed irritably. "Of course he would just leave me like this... The incompetence is astounding."
Despite the fact that Leshy had well and truly killed the mood, Magnificus remained more than a little horny, and briefly considered just finishing himself off in the ever-yawning interim. However, the thought did not escape him that such an act might make finding his entrance quite a bit easier for Leshy, and at this point Magnificus simply had to see the other Scrybe's wild goose chase to the end.
Besides, one brief glance with his eye showed that, some vague amount in the future...Leshy would find what he was looking for. So with that, Magnificus stilled his hand, and began to remove the ruined canvas from his easel nearby. Just because he was waiting to be ravished didn't mean he couldn’t get a bit of work done.
And he did get quite a bit done, over the next several days.
It was nothing short of impressive, just how long it was taking Leshy to find his hole. Occasionally the barely-perceptible shuffling beneath Magnificus's hair would grow slightly more prevalent, as if to remind Magnificus that they were still technically in the middle of something, but for quite some time absolutely nothing came of it.
In time Magnificus's arousal, at least, was forgotten, in favour of more studious pursuits. He went about his inscrybing and edification unfettered, though the thought of Leshy's fruitless quest never quite left his mind. In fact, a couple days in, it was difficult to resist the urge to imagine the moment that Leshy would succeed.
In the midst of one of his masterworks Magnificus would find his mind wandering, recalling the way Leshy had forced him against the floorboards and declared his intent to put Magnificus in his place, reduce him to ecstatic shrieks and needy whines under his raw, dominating strength. Though Leshy was presently being held up, as it were, it was all too enticing to envision him carrying out those declarations, working Magnificus open and fucking him within an inch of his dignity.
Every time Magnificus allowed his mind to wander in this manner he instantaneously regretted it. He'd feel the twinge of arousal between his legs, demanding to be dealt with, and through his teeth he'd refuse himself the pleasure of satisfying it. Any day now.
Which was not the sort of thing he figured ought to be said in earnest about the process of a sexual partner looking for the right place to stick his dick.
It was nearly, to Magnificus's count, two excruciating weeks later when something touched the inner side of his thigh. Startled, he dropped his paintbrush, streaking his nearly finished painting with an unseemly white smear of paint, but he was able to back up in time to avoid getting sullied himself as the brush clattered to the ground.
In the hours prior, he'd completely forgotten about the man still rummaging about in his fur, but now it was impossible to ignore as Leshy's hand trailed up his leg until his fingertips at last grazed the area between his thighs, then began to explore the region with none too gentle a touch. Within moments, a finger had plunged into the warm folds of his cloaca and pushed in all the way.
In spite of himself Magnificus gasped aloud at the sudden intrusion. His legs tensed and threatened to shut over his entrance, but another rough hand seized upon his thigh and forced them back open. Magnificus stumbled away from his easel as Leshy's finger curled experimentally inside him, his knees weak with overstimulation. Those days of refusing to tend to his own needs were beginning to catch up with him, and he was at least twice as sensitive to Leshy's touch as he would have been a couple weeks prior.
"Took you...long enough, beast..." he muttered, strained in his complaint. He wasn't even sure if Leshy could hear him, but he had to say something in a futile attempt to undercut the effect the old photographer's rough approach was having on him.
The only reply he received was a second finger in his hole that joined the first in rubbing up and down his inner walls before spreading apart, testing the capacity of his cloaca.
Magnificus clenched his jaw, desperate not to cry out from what was certainly a mere preliminary exploration, and he staggered over to his desk in order to clench his hands around its edges. He had to hold on to something, to occupy his claws so they wouldn't be tempted to fly down to his nether regions and assist Leshy in his endeavours. It wouldn't do if he lost all his dignity so quickly.
But that dignity began to drain much faster when he felt Leshy's fingers recede and the rounded tip of a cock rubbed up against his entrance. Briefly, he wondered whether Leshy's hard-on had persisted for the duration of his quest into the hair or whether his cock had sprung into action the moment the hunt had concluded, but it was immediately pushed from his mind as Leshy pushed his length halfway into him.
Magnificus's claws dug into his desk, leaving deep harsh marks that would be very difficult to explain later. Leshy's cock slid into him with little resistance, thanks to both his prior ministrations and the generous amount of fluid Magnificus had begun leaking since Leshy had come upon his cloaca.
"Leshy..." The name spilled out from between his lips before he could catch it, as did the soft, strained whine that came after it. He braced himself against the desk, slowly losing the kneejerk inclination to curse at his own weakness as he began to subtly thrust back towards Leshy's cock. "You had better...show your face, if you're going to go on like this..."
A pair of hands came to rest on Magnificus's hips, the cock still buried within him, then his hairs on his back shifted and parted as Leshy's head and shoulders emerged. It was fortunate that the other Scrybe had come across his hole from behind or they would have found themselves in an awkward position against this table.
"At last!" Leshy gasped triumphantly, digging his nails into Magnificus's hips. "You hid away the object of my conquest quite expertly, but no prey can hide from me forever."
Magnificus huffed tersely. "I will admit, you've persisted further than most I've copulated with. I should expect as much from the Scrybe of Beasts himself..."
He bit back a moan as Leshy's hands squeezed his hips tighter. "But I do hope you know how long you've kept me waiting, you...degenerate creature."
"Oh, rest assured I am very much aware," Leshy replied, mercifully ignoring Magnificus's pitiful attempt at an insult. "And I shall make our wait well worth it. But first..."
In one motion, he hefted up Magnificus's body, forcing him up and onto the desk in order to get him into a more favourable position for Leshy to thrust into him. Leshy's cervine legs had by now escaped from the hair, and only his pelvis and hands remained hidden within, the tip of his cock still breaching the entrance of Magnificus's cloaca. Though Magnificus was aware it was far from the entirety of Leshy's shaft, even these few inches felt massive within him, filling his neglected hole far more snugly than he would have expected.
"Better." Leshy bent over Magnificus's back, pinning his arms to the surface of the desk with his own forearms and clenching Magnificus's hands in an ironclad grip. "I am not a cruel Scrybe," he murmured in his ear. "I will not make you beg for this. But do not expect mercy from me, wizard, not after the farce you have subjected me to."
Then, before Magnificus could make a reply, Leshy slammed his hips forwards, ramming his dick deep into his cunt.
At that moment Magnificus could hold back no longer, and loosed a resonant, strangled cry of pleasure as Leshy penetrated him. Leshy's tip had been merely a harbinger of his full size, and Magnificus's inner walls were stretched to their limit against the other Scrybe's cock. Though Magnificus was hardly sexually inactive, it had been too long since he was last filled so completely.
After his initial thrust Leshy began to fall into a rhythm that was nothing short of maddening, bucking his hips against Magnificus like one of his beasts pent-up in heat. Which, in a sense, wasn't entirely inaccurate: Leshy too had had his desires postponed in the past weeks, and no doubt had quite a bit of frustration to take out on the old mage. He never drew fully out of Magnificus's hole, and idly Magnificus wondered if it was because he thought he'd lose track of it again if he pulled out.
Before he could attempt to comment on that, however, Magnificus's train of thought was violently derailed by another sharp snap of Leshy's hips, his massive shaft driving deep enough to draw a breathy, unrestrained moan out of Magnificus. The old wizard's thin arms struggled in Leshy's grasp, claws scratching yet another set of desperate gashes into the varnished surface of his desk.
"Pathetic," Leshy growled between heavy breaths as he slowed his thrusts to an agonizingly sluggish pace. "Tell me, Magnificus, is there any weight behind your façade of superiority, or do you turn into a writhing, mewling disgrace for everyone who shoves your head down and reminds you of your place in the hierarchy?"
Magnificus wheezed under him, aroused and infuriated by his words in equal amounts. "My creative skill and wisdom...far outrank that of anyone living upon these isles. Just because you boast an abundance of physical strength..."
He trailed off into an involuntary whine as his legs braced against the edge of the desk, trying to circumvent the slow, calculated pace Leshy had set. "...doesn't mean you can have any true power over me..."
"I do not appreciate being lied to, Magnificus." In a swift motion, Leshy pulled both of Magnificus's twiggy arms behind his back, gripping both wrists firmly in one hand and digging his arm into his spine, pressing him into the table. His other hand entangled itself in the hair of Magnificus's head and yanked his head back.
Magnificus cried out in pain, squirming in Leshy's grasp. "Typical..." he seethed through clenched teeth. "Always...resorting to mere brute force to gain control..."
"But of course. It's in my nature." Leshy began to move his hips with just a little more haste, pulling out almost all the way before thumping back in all the way to the hilt. "And, it seems, it is in your nature to take pleasure in it. I can feel the way you contract around me each time I—"
He sharply pulled on Magnificus's hair again, making Magnificus choke out a breathy gasp, and he realized that in reaction, he'd clenched the walls of his cunt around Leshy's cock.
"Bury your shame, Magnificus," Leshy spoke with a chuckle. "Give in to the part of you that begs to be bred like the dog you are." He stilled his thrusting and leaned in next to Magnificus's face. "Tell me what you truly want."
Magnificus panted heavily, having lost what meagre strength he had left in his arms. He couldn't deny what Leshy was doing to him, what he had been doing to him from the very beginning. In those interim days while he was awaiting Leshy's arrival at his hole, each and every one of his depraved fantasies had turned out just how things were right now. Magnificus pinned under Leshy's superior strength, stretched open and filled by his shaft...and reduced to no more than another beast.
It was indeed a shameful fantasy to him, unbefitting such a high-and-mighty master of the arcane...but his want for it was beginning to outweigh his self-respect, by leaps and bounds.
"I..." His hole clenched weakly around Leshy's cock again, involuntary but hardly without intent. "I want..."
Leshy gave a contemptuous snort and slowly pulled his dick almost all the way out of Magnificus's cloaca. Almost.
"How shameful. I didn't expect your mental fortitude to be as weak as your body. What good is someone who cannot even speak their mind? You've wasted my time."
Magnificus tensed, and scrambled frantically under him. "N...No!" he gasped breathlessly. "Don't leave me like this again, I beg of you..."
In spite of his exhaustion he tried in vain to shuffle backward, to get any amount of Leshy inside him again. "I...I want you to ravish me, to ruin me...to claim me as your own! I want to be shown my place, fucked beyond any rational thought, I want to..."
He let out an undignified whine as he barely managed to create friction with the tip of Leshy's dick still sitting within him. "I want to be bred , Leshy. I want to be filled, overflowing with your seed."
His entrance felt slicker just admitting it aloud, and the last bit of indignant defiance festering in his mind had long fizzled out. "I beg of you..." he panted, "...make me yours."
Magnificus heard Leshy draw in a sharp breath and the hand holding his wrists behind his back tightened.
"Well then," Leshy said, his words coloured by what Magnificus could only assume was barely suppressed glee, "who am I to deny you such pleasures?"
He rocked his hips inwards, burying his throbbing cock deep within Magnificus again, and this time his thrusts were mercilessly fast, building up to a rhythm that quickly overwhelmed Magnificus. The hand that Leshy had tangled in his hair now shoved the side of Magnificus's face into the desk, but the other abandoned his hands and instead groped for his hips in order to give Leshy more leverage as he pounded his slick hole.
Sporadic, broken moans flowed unbidden from Magnificus's mouth as he let Leshy fuck him, pressed against the desk with every thrust and stretched wide by the other Scrybe's enviable girth. Leshy's rough fingers alighting on his hip and digging his nails in deep drove him all the more mad, and by now he could no longer resist making his pleasure known.
"Yes...!" he moaned, well past the point of caring how well-soundproofed the walls of his studio were. "Deeper, deeper in, I need it..."
Leshy's hooves scraped the floor as he pressed more of himself against Magnificus and shoved him even harder against the desk. The brutal speed of his fucking made Magnificus's inner walls burn, but the friction only contributed to his blinding pleasure. In this moment, the last thing on Leshy's mind was whether he was causing Magnificus pain; all he cared about was fucking him raw, and that was exactly how Magnificus wanted it.
"Look at you," Leshy huffed, his voice raspy from panting, "reduced to a needy, feeble wreck, unable to control himself. No better, no more dignified, than an animal succumbing to its basest instincts. This is your rightful place—beneath me."
Magnificus could only moan in response at first, hole aching with pleasure and pain. "How could I...be anywhere but beneath you, with...such savage dominance enacted upon me..."
Leshy was rough, far rougher than Magnificus had even imagined he would get, but he was learning very quickly that he quite enjoyed rough. He enjoyed it so much that between the absolute force of Leshy's cock splitting him in half and his husky, degrading declarations, Magnificus felt more at Leshy's mercy than he'd ever been before. Were Leshy to cease in his assault, to push his head against the desk even a little less viciously, Magnificus wouldn't hesitate to demand his own destruction with just as much vigour as before.
It was fortunate, then, that it seemed Leshy had no intention of relenting for even a moment. With his chest pressed up against Magnificus's back and his nails digging into his head, Magnificus could feel Leshy's body starting to shake as he approached climax. He prayed he himself was close, too; overwhelmed by Leshy's mindless violence, he could hardly discern how near he was to orgasm, but he found himself seized by the dreadful thought that as soon as Leshy came he would lose interest in fucking Magnificus and leave things unresolved once more.
"Leshy..." he wheezed from below, "you wouldn't merely...use me and be done with it, would you..."
Magnificus let out a pathetic whine as Leshy's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside him. "I've been waiting for...so long, and...I've proved my worth as your plaything, haven't I?"
Leshy trembled against him, growling tensely as he grew ever closer to finishing. Magnificus pleaded, "Please, I'll...I'll take everything you have, but...I want to be satisfied, Leshy... I need it..."
Something like a breathy laugh escaped Leshy's mouth. "You...you expect me to worry about your satisfaction? After how long you've toyed with me?"
He wrenched Magnificus's head up and dug his pointed elbow into his back, eliciting a keening whimper from Magnificus.
"A plaything is all you are to me," Leshy managed, his voice strained and breathless, "nothing more. Be honoured that I deemed you a worthy hole to fill. You're...a mere...breeding bitch..."
His thrusts suddenly picked up in speed, tearing up Magnificus's abused pussy, and when he came, shuddering, it was every bit as explosive as Magnificus would have anticipated.
Magnificus moaned, loud and filthy, as Leshy's cum hit a point inside him that hadn't been breached in years. In the fervour of conquest the old beast had buried himself so deep that his seed had a much more substantial receptacle to fill than just Magnificus's cloaca.
Magnificus's head lolled in Leshy's grasp as he was slowly pumped full, overwhelmed with pleasure as Leshy bred him into submission. He could feel Leshy's cum gathering in his belly, disturbed with every wild thrust and working him into a frenzy. At this rate Magnificus was growing less and less worried as to whether or not he would reach a climax of his own; with the shameless thrill he was getting out of the whole experience, it wasn't difficult to believe Leshy's words.
"Please, fuck me full..." he whined, beginning to feel a telltale weight in his midsection. "Fill me until I can't take anymore... To be flush with your seed is my only worth, my only reward..."
"Yes," Leshy breathed, "I want you so swollen...so fattened...that even with your infernal hair in the way, everyone can see how thoroughly...how thoroughly I've subjugated you..."
Leshy's thrusts were beginning to slow down, but his thick, pulsating cock lodged all the way into Magnificus's cunt combined with the hot flood of cum that continued to spurt from it was sending him teetering towards the edge. However, with Leshy still pinning him flush against the table and his overstuffed womb beginning to bloat outwards, an immense pressure was starting to build in his belly, and the thick knot at the base of Leshy's cock ensured that not a single drop of his seed could escape Magnificus's cloaca.
As Magnificus's belly swelled with Leshy's seed, pushing ever more taut against the tabletop in defiance of Leshy keeping him down, he couldn't help but shudder as Leshy thrusted him ever closer to his climax. The other Scrybe's knot rubbed against the edge of his stretched, sensitive hole, holding fast at any attempt to get more friction; and the slower Leshy thrusted, the more Magnificus found himself in desperate need of just that.
"Leshy, please..." Magnificus moaned, delirious from pleasure and sluggish from the cum flooding his gravid womb. "I need...more... I'm so...so close..."
Leshy grunted, either in assent or to be dismissive, but Magnificus felt him rock inside of him, languidly rubbing the head of his cock against his walls. The hand that had been practically crushing his hip travelled upwards and stroked along the swell of his underbelly, pressing firmly against its sensitive surface. Magnificus made a choked noise, clawing at the table with trembling fingers. The pressure alone hadn't been sufficient to reveal the extent of just how much Leshy had filled him, and feeling now how far his belly was protruding outwards beneath his hair, still expanding just a little more with the last of Leshy's cum, made him clench even tighter around his dick.
"Mmm, how greedy you are for my seed, milking me this way." Leshy's voice was barely above a hoarse whisper as he dug his fingers in even more, increasing the mind-numbing pressure within his womb. "So desperate to pump me dry, to fill yourself with all I have down to the last drop... At last, you have accepted your true calling..."
He suddenly sped up the pace of his dick's motion within Magnificus as he finished, "...as my pathetic cumslut."
With those words Magnificus finally, mercifully came, crying out loud as he felt release. Leshy's knot held fast at his entrance, preventing any of his own cum from spilling out, but none of that mattered when Magnificus was in the midst of the most pleasurable relief. Magnificus keened into the desk as his midsection pushed against Leshy's rough, stroking fingers, swollen beyond belief with his seed. He truly did feel as though he was nothing more than a plaything, a hole for Leshy to fill and a whore for him to breed, and that only made his climax all the more exhilarating.
As he came down from on high the old mage wheezed with exhaustion, legs limp as he idly clenched around Leshy's shaft for any last drop of cum he could get. "Have I...satisfied your savage desires, beast..." He trailed off into a whine as Leshy's knot held firm at the entrance of his spent, oversensitive hole. "...Have I paid my dues for my insolence...?"
"For the time being," Leshy conceded. His chest was still heaving but he had managed to compose his voice again. He made no attempt to forcibly pull out, but with their passionate fucking concluded he removed his hand from Magnificus's head and rested his arm across his back. His other hand, Magnificus noted with dismay, had ceased its pleasurable rubbing of his belly and was now placed upon the table instead.
"Your pitiable mannerisms made me go easy on you. If you choose to disrespect me again, I will not be so lenient, and it will make this"—he shoved down on Magnificus's back, squishing his tightly packed middle into the desk again and making him moan in pain—"feel like a single apple seed in your belly by comparison. Do you understand me?"
Magnificus huffed defeatedly. “Yes, you’ve made your point…quite thoroughly.”
Without Leshy’s hand upon it the old mage’s taut midsection ached for attention, and as he began to regain the slightest bit of energy Magnificus pulled his arms back into his dishevelled fur to provide it for himself. His thin fingers caressed the swollen curve of his belly, and he couldn’t help but let out a weak, satisfied hum at his own fullness.
“So,” Magnificus said, beginning to recover enough to remember his attitude. “Are you going to pull out, or were you planning on standing there buried inside me all afternoon?”
Leshy gave a disbelieving snort of laughter. "By all means, pull away from me."
Magnificus craned his neck to narrow his eyes at Leshy. “Oh, of course you’d make me do all the work myself…”
Nevertheless, he reluctantly drew one arm away from his stomach to brace against the tabletop and pull forward…only to find he was quite unable to, seemingly stuck to Leshy’s pelvis.
“What…” Magnificus grumbled, confused. “What is this? Why can’t I…”
"Have you never been knotted before, wizard?"
"I..." Magnificus trailed off, then scoffed contemptuously. "Well. Evidently I haven't."
Leshy moved his hips back slightly and the thick knot bulging just inside Magnificus's cloaca became immediately apparent again. Ah, that's what that was.
"Many animals knot during copulation, myself included," Leshy explained. He reached around a hand and placed it upon Magnificus's middle, though he seemed to momentarily have trouble finding it with all the hair in the way. "It is to ensure all of this remains on the inside, to increase the odds of a successful breeding."
Magnificus felt his face heat up with embarrassment, flustered at the implications of a "successful breeding". Not that he had to worry about anything coming of this encounter of theirs, but...the full weight of what he had just allowed himself to be reduced to finally settled upon him. Leshy had bred him, like a mere beast, and he'd enjoyed every moment of it. Even the knot plugging up his hole still had him aroused.
A few moments passed in silence, and Magnificus finally asked nonchalantly, "How long will we be...stuck like this, then?"
"Hmm..." Leshy spent several seconds thinking about it, which would have unsettled Magnificus more if he wasn't so distracted by the way Leshy was idly rubbing his hand up and down his full belly. "About ten minutes," Leshy answered at length, "perhaps longer. Not more than a half hour, certainly."
“Hmph…great,” Magnificus muttered, not making any move to discourage Leshy’s ministrations. “And I suppose you think this is fair compensation for…foolishly losing yourself in my hair for several days?”
Leshy snarled and dug his nails into Magnificus at that, but his hair cushioned the squeeze and the pressure against his middle instead felt marvellous. Had Leshy's cock not been trapped in his cloaca, he was certain he would be leaking most embarrassingly right now.
"You think I desire to be bound to you like this any longer than necessary?" Leshy growled. "If not for your ridiculous enchanted hair maze, you would have been fucked into the floor the day I entered and I would have already been long gone."
"Don't blame me for your own inadequacy," Magnificus huffed, idly pushing into Leshy's grasp to try and maintain the pressure against his belly. "In any case, I pray your eventual exit is more expedient than your exploration; this is the second consecutive time you and your carnal wiles have interfered with my artistic productivity."
Leshy turned his head back to look at the smeared painting and made a doubtful hum. "I would call that a mercy, but I digress. And this posture is becoming an annoyance. One moment."
He slid his hand down to cup the underside of Magnificus's midsection and braced his other hand on his chest as he suddenly lifted him into the air and straightened up.
Even with precedent for the sudden movement Magnificus found himself caught off-guard, a short flustered yelp escaping him as he felt Leshy’s hand press against his underbelly; not to mention his cock slightly rubbing against his inner walls as Leshy began to move.
"Calm your bleating," Leshy said, "I'm only changing position."
He turned around and plopped his ass down on the desk. Magnificus's insides were jolted twofold—the head of the dick jabbed deep inside of him as his cum-filled womb bounced heavily with the motion, forcing a shuddering moan out of his throat.
"Comfortable?" Leshy asked, as though Magnificus's comfort was something he even remotely cared about.
Magnificus resisted the urge to shift around on his lap; every small movement rubbed his cloaca against Leshy's knot, and if his folds were agitated any further he'd end up twice as heavy with his and Leshy's fluids by the time they were done here. "As if I'd indulge you with an answer."
"After all this, you still haven't learned how to respect me?" Leshy bounced his thighs, again bumping Magnificus in that maddeningly pleasurable way, then brought both his hands around to grip his belly as a reminder of that which was impossible for Magnificus to forget. "I suspect I will be forced to re-educate you sooner rather than later. But I pray your anatomy will be wise enough to hold my seed within you for some time even after I've left so that every time you look down upon yourself, you will..."
Leshy trailed off as he peered over Magnificus's shoulder. He lifted his hands off his torso, then placed them back on again and pushed down on his hair hard as if trying to flatten it down. Magnificus whimpered at the pressure, but even with his hair pressed down as far as it would go, there was no visible outward indication of the swollen bump underneath.
"What—but—" Leshy rubbed his hands around some more, but all his efforts were in vain. "I filled you extraordinarily! How is it possible that my virility remains invisible under your coat?!"
"It took you two weeks to locate my cloaca," Magnificus pointed out haughtily, trying his very best to ignore the pleasure he was feeling from Leshy's bewildered groping. "Frankly, it was gross overconfidence on your part to assume anything you've done to me will show through my mystical tresses."
"This is ridiculous." Leshy had started digging his hands deep into Magnificus's hair, but it seemed he was once again having trouble finding Magnificus's body under there. "What sort of enormous volume of ejaculate would be needed in order to bloat you enough to make it visible?"
"Shockingly, I've never considered it pertinent to know the answer to such a query," said Magnificus with no small amount of sarcasm, before adding under his breath, "though if I'm to be 'disciplined' in this manner more often, I'm sure we'll have an inkling sooner or later."
Leshy's ear flicked at that and he pulled his hands from Magnificus's fur to replace them on his front. "I warn you, you will not have weeks to prepare if you choose to anger me once more. I have learned the scent of your needy orifice and I will find it much quicker next time."
Magnificus held his tongue, keeping his response to a short, indifferent hum lest he allow any of his true feelings on the matter to be vocalized. For if this was the sort of treatment he could expect for disrespecting Leshy, Magnificus couldn't help but welcome the possibility of another encounter.