A small group of males were walking through a gloomy and damp forest, all were dressed in imposing armor of steel plates and dragon scales, they carried long and heavy weapons, with a mystical gleam on their blades, and on their shields they bore the heraldry of the kingdom they served.

The leader of the group, a red fox named Cadwaladr The Portent, had been sent to that dark place with a group of veteran warriors to hunt down a dangerous beast that had been terrorizing the kingdom for several months, and had been cunning enough to dispose of the last three groups of hunters the kingdom had sent.

"Be on your guard, Archmage Rowan said that this beast can detect intruders at long distances by their scent," the vulpine explained.

The rest of the warriors nodded at their leader's words and paused to observe the environment around them. The forest was silent, that was certainly a bad sign, small animals always hide or flee when there is a predator prowling around.

"Sir...will these weapons manage to hurt the monster?" asked a stout badger who was walking a few paces behind Cadwaladr.

"Of course they will, they are made of the finest materials in the kingdom, plus they are enchanted by our most skilled wizards," replied the fox.

At that instant, a mighty roar shook the entire group. The men wielded their weapons and took up a fighting stance, waiting for the beast to make its presence known.

"Form a circle! Hold position!" shouted the leader.

Without a second of hesitation, all the warriors gathered, forming a circle to avoid having any blind spots from which someone could ambush them.

Another roar was heard again, it was a low sound that seemed to get into the men's bodies, oppressing them and shattering their courage. 

A third roar, which was more extended than the previous ones, was too much for the psyche of the poor warriors. The whole group ran off in panic, leaving only the vulpine who resisted with his sword held high and his legs shaking like jelly.

"Come back here, you idiot!" shouted Cadwaladr.

No one answered his call. After a few minutes, loud bangs and screams reached the fox's ears, wood breaking, metal being struck, howls of pain completely overshadowed the sounds of the forest, then all was silent again.

Cadwaladr grew tired of waiting, gathered as best he could some courage and headed in the direction where one of his men had fled. His feet felt heavy and his hands trembled, it seemed as if his body would fall apart with every step he took.

Arriving at a nearby glade, the fox saw one of his men, it was the badger and he was lying on the ground badly wounded, his armor had deep claw marks that reached his flesh, his weapon was split in half, and a nearby tree had been broken by a heavy blow.

Sir Cadwaladr tried to help the warrior but it was too late, huge red eyes full of fury watched the knight from the thick of the forest. A loud roar, sharper than the previous ones, announced the return of the beast.

The fox rushed to be on guard, protecting himself with his enchanted sword. The beast leapt up and positioned itself a few meters from the warrior, demonstrating how little fear it had of the huge sword.

The monster was a creature with black fur, superhuman muscles, nearly twice the height of the fox, razor-like claws and a head reminiscent of a bat, albeit with horrifying features to go along with a pair of fangs the size of daggers.

"Back, beast!" shouted Cadwaladr, brandishing his greatsword in an attempt to regain ground.

With a wild swing of its right arm, the creature slammed its claw into the edge of the sword and cleaved the blade in half, hurling it several feet away, then the beast puffed out its chest and roared again, spurting slime from its maw in several directions.

Seeing its weapon destroyed, the fox's heart pounded, and the powerful roar forced him to flee in terror. Without hesitating for a second, the knight ran with all his might, plunging into the depths of the forest without daring to look back. The frantic footsteps of the monster could be heard clearly, approaching at full speed, destroying the weak branches that crossed his path.

"Damn!" cried the fox, feeling the beast's footsteps right behind him.

A huge clawed hand grabbed the knight's head and slammed it hard into a tree, shattering the bark with the metal helmet covering Sir Cadwaladr. With the massive impact, the fox immediately lost consciousness, thinking that his end had come at the hands of the huge monster.

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A sharp pain in his left shoulder made Cadwaladr open his eyes. The knight was in a comfortable bed inside a hut, naked, with bandages on his shoulder and forehead, and covered by a sheet up to his neck.

Next to the bed, there was a familiar figure, it was a bat, luckily of normal size, and wearing a dark blue silk robe. The man standing next to the fox was Rowan, the archmage of the king's court.

"Quite a beating you've had, Sir Cadwaladr," said the wizard, in a mocking tone.

"That beast killed the whole group without any effort..." answered the fox, still quite weak.

"It was to be expected, those kinds of creatures possess greater strength than they appear," explained the archmage, with a calm tone.

"Would he have thought he had killed me?" the knight wondered aloud, closing his eyes and touching the bandage on his head.

"No, those monsters can't be fooled, they have a very keen perception that can't be outwitted, intentionally or not. If you're alive it's because he wanted it that way," the bat continued to explain.

"Did my being pose so little danger that he could take the liberty of taunting me?" the warrior growled, clenching his fists as he pondered whether any more of his men would have managed to save themselves.

"I don't think creatures like that are driven by the same convictions as the king's warriors, maybe it was just for something more banal, maybe it was just for pleasure," the wizard posed.

"Rowan, where are we, how did you manage to find me?" the vulpine asked the other male.

"We are in the same forest where you were defeated, though a few miles from where I found you, I couldn't risk moving you much in the state you were in. I was able to find you thanks to the enchantment I placed on your sword, unfortunately you were the only one who survived," the archmage detailed.

The fox sighed and gritted his teeth, his whole body ached, but the sadness he felt for having led his warriors to certain death felt much more painful. That group of men had been under his command for over six years, had fought and defeated in dozens of battles, and were the king's most beloved knights.

"Don't worry anymore, we're safe here," the wizard added as he saw the fox's face.

"Are you sure this hut will be able to shelter us from such a ferocious creature?" asked Cadwaladr, with great distrust having experienced the monster's great strength.

"Absolutely, this plot is guarded by advanced enchantments. You could walk five yards from the cabin and not be aware of the cabin's existence," Rowan explained.

"I feel like I've been hammered over the head," growled the fox.

"From the scene I came across, it looked like you were used as a hammer to knock down a tree," the archmage scoffed.

"We should escape from here as soon as we get a chance," said the warrior, trying to get up.

But the wizard immediately stopped him and explained, "Don't hurry, we won't get far in the condition you're in."

"Don't you have a potion that could help me?" asked the vulpine, remembering similar situations in which he had received alchemical help to achieve certain physical feats on the battlefield.

"I could help you with something but it would be quite painful, best to take bubble buds until you recover," replied the archmage.

"Nonsense, that would take us at least three days and, as much as this hut is protected with magic, I don't feel safe here with that beast roaming around out there," the warrior argued.

"Well... give me a moment then," the wizard agreed and left.

An hour later, Rowan returned with a twisted, dry, ochre-colored branch, at least thirty centimeters long.

"This will solve the problem, but it is a potent spell and you must accept when I finish reciting the incantation," the bat explained.

"All right, begin," the warrior hastened to reply.

The archmage uncovered Cadwaladr's abdomen, drew small symbols on various parts of the knight's body and began reciting words in a state of absolute concentration. As he finished saying the last sentence, the fox shouted, "I accept!" and the bat plunged the wooden staff into the other male's stomach, making him squeal in agony like a pig.

Cadwaladr tried to resist the terrible pain of the spell but the suffering was so intense that after a few seconds the warrior ended up fainting. 

When the fox regained consciousness the pain persisted, but now the sensation was new. The warrior felt completely weak, as if his body, trained hard for battle, had lost every drop of its strength. A slight despair seized the knight, but he supposed it was a passing effect of the magic the sorcerer had used.

Rowan approached the warrior again, holding a small green branch filled with small fruits of the same color. The archmage pulled two fruits from the branch and held them up to the fox's mouth, who swallowed them immediately.

"How are you feeling, Cadwaladr?" asked the bat.

"I feel strange...I'm not in that much pain but I feel very weak," admitted the vulpine.

"How weak do you feel?" the wizard asked again, raising an eyebrow.

"Quite...I think a child could easily beat me," sighed the warrior.

"Wow..." the bat replied quizzically, then rested his hand on the warrior's chest, pressing lightly and said, "Try to get up."

Cadwaladr nodded and tried to get up, leaning on his elbows and straining upwards, but he barely managed to move the other male's hand, it seemed as if he had a huge rock on his chest. The warrior took a breath to try to calm himself and then grabbed the bat's arm with both hands, holding it firmly and tried to move it, but it proved impossible.

Rowan nodded as he saw the results and smiled. "That's a very potent spell, even for you," the wizard repeated, lowering his hand slowly, stroking the warrior's body, grabbing the sheet covering him and uncovering it so he could gaze at his naked body.

"Rowan, what the hell are you doing!" exclaimed the knight, rushing to sit up before being pushed back into position by a strong push from the other male's hand.

"Enjoying my prey, my beloved Cadwaladr," admitted the archmage, gently grasping the vulpine's testicles with his hand.

"Stop at once, I'm in no mood for this kind of banter!" cried the fox, trying to break free.

The bat bent over the warrior and kissed his abdomen, chest, and cheek, pausing for a moment to sniff Sir Cadwaladr's neck as if it were an aromatic flower.

"This is no joke, Cadwaladr. I've been planning this for years and I've finally done it, you're mine now..." confessed the sorcerer.

"Rowan...you depraved fuck, stop this madness immediately," the warrior demanded again, growing angrier and angrier.

"Madness would have been not to use my power to get what I craved most in this world," replied the bat, licking the canine's neck with his long, thin tongue.

Rowan released the warrior, straightened up and removed his tunic, revealing his complete nakedness. The archmage lay on top of the vulpine again, subduing him against the bed with his whole body, groping him, bumping his genitals against the other male's, and forcing a kiss, plunging his long tongue into the fox's mouth.

Cadwaladr used all his strength to try to get the wizard off him but it was impossible, he was so heavy and so strong that the warrior was simply unable to move him. Something that deeply despaired the vulpine was the difference between his body and the other male's because, even though his strength had been stolen from him, his figure worked by years of physical training remained exactly the same, while the bat had the typical scrawny body of a scholar, even the archmage's testicles and sheath were smaller in size.

Rowan ended the kiss, stared at him for a moment and then commanded, "Turn around, I want to take you now."

"I do not intend to please you," the warrior growled, averting his gaze elsewhere and then closing his eyes.

"My beloved, since the first day I saw you, every sigh you give pleases me," the sorcerer confessed, then grabbed the vulpine by the shoulders and turned him face down on the bed.

"Don't you dare!" cried Cadwaladr in despair.

Rowan ignored the warrior's words, settled himself on his beloved's ass and aimed his long, slender penis at the hole he had desired for so many years. A sharp thrust made the fox cry out in pain as the bat plunged his manhood completely into his guts, then the warlock lay down on the knight's back and began to ride him as if he were a dirty dog.

"Oooh my sweet Cadwaladr!" cried the archmage, accelerating the speed of his onslaught.

The fox gritted his teeth, every time the bat managed to sink his penis all the way in he made his whole body move, slamming his forehead against the wooden edge of the bed, producing a soft sound that constantly reminded him of the proud knight being taken by another male, as if he were a prostitute.

Squeezing the vulpine's legs with his knees, Rowan held the warrior in place, gave one last push and bit into Cadwaladr's shoulder. With savage pleasure, the sorcerer began to ejaculate inside the fox, holding him tightly to constantly reassert his dominance.

Cadwaladr clenched his fists as he felt the warm juice of the other male flood his bowels, he had never felt so humiliated and uncomfortable, especially when after ten minutes the semen was still gushing out, slowly reaching his stomach, swelling his abdomen slightly.

"What the hell is this?" exclaimed the fox, bringing one of his hands to his belly, feeling it warm and distended.

"A little alchemical aid I drank before I showed you my love," the bat explained, placing his hand on the other male's hand.

When Rowan detached himself from the vulpine they were both very tired, the warrior's anus looked quite reddened and kept dripping with the thick and abundant gift that had been injected into his loins. The bat hugged his beloved and bit him again, this time more gently so as not to mark him again with his fangs, and they lay on the bed, recovering from the strenuous activity.

"Damn bastard..." muttered the warrior, as a solitary tear fell down his face.

"I cannot describe the pleasure I feel right now, my beloved Cadwaladr. I think the more correct thing to say would be that it's like tasting the first fruit of a tree you've been taking care of for years, and it's so sweet...you are such a sweet fruit, Cadwaladr," the sorcerer reaffirmed, and bit his lover again.

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The days passed for the knight, locked up in that cabin hidden in the forest, being raped several times a day by his kidnapper, who took great pleasure in biting him when he penetrated him. The humiliation suffered by the warrior could not have been greater, but such was the difference in power between him and the sorcerer that he could not do much to change his horrible fate.

Until one day, Cadwaladr saw the door of the hut open and, taking advantage of the fact that the bat had gone out, he did not hesitate to escape.  The warrior grabbed some clothes that were in the hut, ate some fresh mushrooms and ran away. But his way did not go very far.

When the warrior took a few steps out of the hut the huge beast that had killed his whole group blocked his way. The huge creature was inside the enchanted glade where the archmage had been raping the vulpine all these days, staring at the wretched male whose head it almost crushed.

"Damn my luck!" cried the fox, who immediately jumped backwards and tried to run off in the opposite direction.

Seeing its little prey fleeing, the monster became excited, prepared to leap, and pounced on the fox, pinning him to the ground, bringing its huge, dripping jaw close to his face, snarling and breathing on him just inches away, ready to kill him with a single bite.

"My... it seems you ran into my assistant again, my beloved Cadwaladr," the sorcerer sneered, as he entered the clearing holding a basket full of freshly harvested mushrooms and herbs.

"Your assistant?! You cursed wretch, you ordered him to kill my men!" the warrior howled angrily.

"My beloved Cadwaladr, certain sacrifices must be made to achieve your goals, in this case it was your men. But I admit that to have you here any sacrifices would have been insignificant," Rowan said, a wicked grin on his face.

"Get him off me!" the fox shouted, feeling a few drops of saliva fall on his fur.

"He's on you because you've been a bad boy, he knows you mustn't run away from our love nest," explained the bat, stroking the creature's head.

"I will no longer tolerate your humiliations!" the vulpine shouted again.

"I love that you keep up that spirit after so many days. In fact, I was waiting for you to try to escape much earlier but you seem to have enjoyed my company more than I thought," the sorcerer sneered.

"Get this beast off me!" protested the fox, squirming angrily.

"My beloved Cadwaladr, I must educate you to love me as much as I love you," Rowan replied, reaching his hand between the warrior and the beast to touch the pants the vulpine had found to cover himself. Immediately, the cloth began to be consumed by an emerald fire that neither produced heat nor spread, only reduced the indicated cloth to ashes and went out.

"Besides, I have to reward Philgram for stopping you," the bat continued.

"Philgram..." muttered the knight upon hearing that name. Cadwaladr remembered it, Philgram was the name of a young apprentice the king had left under Rowan's tutelage years ago, but unfortunately he had run away and disappeared in the forest.

"That's right, Philgram, you have been a good boy and so I will allow you to mate with my beloved, treat him well," the archmage said to the huge beast.

"What, are you insane, Rowan?" spoke the warrior, feeling a slight shiver run down his back.

"Don't resist, my love, or perhaps Philgram will break a bone or two, I think it's become clear to you by now that subtlety is not his thing," replied the wizard, covering a chuckle with his hand as he calmly walked away towards the door of his hut.

At that instant, the fearsome monster brought its snout close to Cadwaladr's face and licked it with desire, between its legs a pair of huge hairy testicles could be seen dangling, announcing the potent manhood hidden above them, in the thick, long tube of fur that protected it.

"Philgram! Listen to me, it's me, Cadwaladr!" shouted the fox more desperately than ever, trying to talk some sense into the beast as it tried to push away the gigantic head in front of it.

But nothing worked, the creature roared before flipping the little male over and bending over him, accommodating the tip of his penis in the vulpine's anus, which still hadn't recovered from so much use the bat had been giving him.

"No! Please stop!" the warrior shouted again, already feeling the thick tip at his entrance.

The beast only grunted, then pushed, and a piercing scream echoed throughout the glade. The monster's huge spear now occupied Cadwaladr's insides, making him feel an unbearable burning. The fox's tears flowed freely forcing him to clench his teeth and fists, grunting in pain every time the monstrous male riding him roughly rammed him.

The rape was faster than he was used to with Rowan, within minutes of being penetrated, the fox lowered his ears at the sound of a high-pitched squeal from the beast, as the huge testicles, now resting on the vulpine's abused ass, rapidly pumped the monster's manly juice.

Cadwaladr was breathing agitated, his tongue out, feeling the monster's long penis throbbing in his bowels as it flooded them with sperm, the warmth took over his body, again he had been taken by another male.

When Philgram stood up again, his penis was easily disengaged, flaccid and completely bathed in his semen, with a slimy string connecting the tip of his phallus to the open anus of the warrior who was still slumped on the floor. The creature grabbed Cadwaladr by one leg and walked to the door of the hut, dragging the small male.

Rowan watched as his assistant left the vulpine on the porch of his home and sped off into the depths of the forest, possibly to eat.

"My beloved Cadwaladr, there is no point in trying to escape. You are safe here, you will want for nothing and you are surrounded by love," said the archmage, approaching his lover.

"Yes... " replied the fox murmuring, his eyes lost in the void.

"Look! Look at all the love Philgram left inside you!" celebrated the bat, caressing the vulpine's swollen belly with his hand.

"Yes..." moaned the warrior.

Rowan put his arm around the knight's back and led him to his bed, helped him lie down, then took off his tunic and got into bed along with the fox.

"Easy, my love, I'm going to add my affection to the one Philgram left inside you so you'll feel more loved and never run away again," the sorcerer explained, settling the other male at ease before penetrating him.

One last tear fell down Cadwaladr's cheek before he automatically replied, "Yes..."