Tags: MagexMageHunter, fingering, kinda rapey 

Disclaimer: Due to the request of an anon for this story, there was the requirement of the mage needing to pee and the mage hunter wiping for her. There is no pee in this story, but a situation does arise with this idea in mind. I have taken precautions to ensure that this is made aware even if you didn't read this disclaimer.

There was a little house within the forest. A small string of smoke billowed from the chimney. This was not some ramshackled hut in the woods, but a single room brick house. It looked surreal as it sat beneath the trees. A quaint little home for one. 

Within the brick walls was a young sorceress. Fina. Her powers had come when she hit puberty. It was simple at first. A simple levitation of the dinner table, changing the color of the cat for an hour, or simply whispering across the room. Though with each book she read on magic she learned a new ability. There was no need to practice for this young prodigy. Fina danced upon the floor of the house she built with her magic. The air composed the music that came from her mind, the book she read floated before her just at eye level, the small pot of soup heated itself to a perfect temperature. It was a wonder that Fina ever survived before she had magic. She never gave this much thought however. She was a nobody before she had magic, nothing. Now she had everything she could ever want. 

It wasn’t long before she got into a rather steamy part in her book. As she did and her emotions wavered, so did her magic. Fina’s face flushed and the book fluttered helplessly in the air, she quickly snatched it before it fell. The music around her began to fade. It was ever so hard to concentrate on so many things at once. She danced to her bed, the book still tightly wrapped in her hands. Meanwhile the invisible hand hand that held the book prior had slipped down her person. It grabbed and pressed in all the right spots. The invisible fingers slowly massaging her clitoris and pushing deep within her moist walls. All the while she read her novel. As the virtuous knight finally broke his vows and entered his squire, her invisible mage’s hand pushed deep within her. She imagined it was the knight and she his squire. 

It wasn’t long before she closed the book and simply used her imagination to picture the knight standing above her, pumping deep within her. He was gentle, but pushed on with an unfulfilled lust. Perhaps he had held onto it for so long. Fina smiled as her invisible hand pretended to be the knight and she the squire. Her breath was heavy, and she neared her orgasm when an unexpected visitor came, kicking down the door with little care to her privacy.


There wasn’t much information on the job. Just the basic snatch and grab. Isiah was used to such missions. Some wizard or sorcerer gets too powerful and needs to be dragged off to a mage tower. There wasn’t much that Isiah wouldn’t do for gold and hunting mages was simply the easiest thing he could find. Mages paid more than simple bounties. Magic users seemed to scare off the layman.

He came across the small brick house in the forest. It was barely three miles from civilization. With a scoff Isiah was set off towards the house. Visions of lost children coming up on a witch’s house flooded his mind. It wouldn’t have taken too much effort for a couple of children to get this far out into the woods. With quick thinking and Isiah ran up to the door and kicked it down, looking for a fight.

Fina and Isiah stared at one another for some time. The young sorceress’ legs splayed open on the bed, showing the mage hunter everything. Blood rushed to Fina’s face causing a heavy blush. Once she snapped herself from her stupor, Fina let out a shrill cry and covered herself as best she could. Her invisible hand that had previously been the source of her pleasure instead tossed the book she was reading. With ease, Isiah dodged the book and headed towards Fina. Just as he went to grab her the boiling pot of soup lifted into the air and was hurled at him. Two quick steps back and the searing hot liquid barely missed his face. He looked to the ground at his boots, seeing that they were wet, but otherwise unharmed. When his eyes looked back up it was the entire bed that was being hurled at him next. With great dexterity he leaped atop the bed and jumped off landing directly atop Fina.

“You’re causing a bit more trouble than I anticipated.” There was a slight chuckle as Isiah reached to his belt and pulled out a stone collar with runes etched around it. He placed it to the sorceress’ neck and it snapped around it. He pulled her to her feet and blue energy emitted from the collar snapped around her wrists and pinned them to her back.

“Wh-what’s the big idea?” Fina sounded rather indignant. She seemed to sound strong, but she was still rather nervous. Isiah simply responded the way that he usually did when capturing mages on the run. Silence. He pulled a whispy, blue tether from the front of the collar and began to walk out the door. The auric leash was rather short and the farther it got from Fina, the more she could feel it hurt. Not physically and not mentally either. She felt the pain in her magic. She felt that if he continued to walk away he could get as far as he wanted, but she would be left with no magic at all. She quickly stood up and followed him, closer than she would have liked.

The town was barely an hour’s trek from Fina’s little house in the woods, but she was determined to make her escape before then. The two were walking for only a few minutes when Fina piped up. “I need to use the bathroom.” She seemed to blurt out the words. Of course she didn’t actually need to pee, but this was all according to her plan.

“You can hold it. It’s not much longer now.” Isiah was cold and all business. He didn’t even look at her as he spoke.

“I can’t. I really have to go. It’s not like you gave me a chance to go before you slapped this collar on me.”  

“It didn’t look like you needed to go when I first walked in.” He remembered her open legs and a smile poured across his face. This seemed to be noticed by Fina.

“Hey! You pervert! You really did see everything, didn’t you?” She wiggled in her bindings. 

“I did, so I guess you’re right. It won’t be too much more if need a bathroom break.” The two set off the path and stopped by a nearby tree. Seemingly steaming with rage. Fina went around behind the tree and squatted.

Isiah crossed his arms and waited. It wasn’t long before Fina called to him weakly. “Could you help me? Uhm… Wipe?” A bit of confusion wrapped around Isiah’s head. He hadn’t heard her go, but perhaps he simply wasn’t paying attention. The mage hunter pulled a small kerchief from his pocket and knelt beside the helpless sorceress. His hand was pushed blindly beneath her dress. Fina saw this as her chance to escape. With a wicked smile she threw her head forward, attempting to bash the weak side of his skull with her strong forehead. 

Her head stopped only a few centimeters from his. His fingers had quickly entwined themselves deep in her hair. He pulled her head back so that her eyes looked to the sky. “Did you really think you catch me off guard like that?” He pushed her down to a sitting position with her back pressed against the tree.

Fina was shocked, scared. She feared for her life. Her breath was stuttered. He was so close. She would have slapped and flailed were her hands not bound to her back. 

“You didn’t go did you?” Isiah’s words were at a snarling whisper. With fear in her eyes, Fina shook her head. 

“Then why don’t you tell me,” he paused and pushed two fingers deep within her. He pulled out his fingers, soaked with her juices and a tiny strand still connecting to her labia. “Why are you so wet?” There was a sudden almost feverish flush upon Fina’s face. She didn’t have an answer, but Isiah did. His hand released itself from her hair and dug into his bag. His intense stare never left her eyes. 

“It was this wasn’t it?” He held the book she had thrown at him in his hand. “You like the stories, don’t you? Why don’t I read you some.” A smirk pushed across his face as he pushed his fingers into her again. He looked at the title of the book and smirked.

His free hand deftly opened the book and flipped to a suitable page. Then he began to read.

“Even the strong willed knight could not hold back his temptations any longer. With his squire, exposed before him, he reached forward and grabbed her. The two were friends, Sir Tyrus keeping the secret of young Sam’s true gender had formed quite a bond, but today they would become lovers. The knight dropped his trousers and released his aching cock. Young Sam spread her legs awaiting her knight’s hard cock. Tyrus didn’t wait long to push himself into the deceivingly deep crevice that was Sam’s womanhood.” 

All the while his fingers pushed within her, twisting and turning. His thumb maintained a steady massage on her clit while his fingers explored every inch of her inner walls. The feeling was intense for Fina. Even her mage hand spell did not feel so good, so alive. He pulled his fingers from her and sat down beside her. He took her place at the base of the tree and pulled her back to his chest so that she sat comfortably in his lap. Despite the situation, she was blissful. She got to hear her favorite story read aloud by what she felt was an attractive voice, she could feel the warmth of him so close to her, and his fingers, oh gods his fingers. Despite all he was doing and all that he may do later, she could not hate him at this moment.

The book was held up near her face and Isiah read it over her shoulder. His hot breath tickled her ear as he continued.

“With his gruff and powerful grunts, Tyrus pumped himself deep within Sam. Her boyish facade was shattered and she no longer attempted to hide her voice. Girlish squeals and moans escaped her lips as her slender hands grabbed whatever skin of her knight’s they could. Their bodies were one entity, rocking and swaying together as one. Somewhere between her pants and moans, Sam found the energy to speak. ‘I love you.’ Every day they shared and experience they lived through had lead up to these words. 

“‘I know,’ Tyrus said with an unusually calming smile.”

It was then that Fina let out a gasp of her own, clenching around Isiah’s fingers as her juices flooded out. She leaned against the tree, and searched for her breath. He pulled his fingers from her with a wet and slimey sound. He examined his fingers, playing with the sticky fluid ever so slightly. “It would seem you rather enjoyed your storytime.” Fina felt embarrassed, blushing as he played with her cum. Only in her post orgasm did she remember what he came to do. Capture her, enslave her and take her back home.

“I take it you’ll be taking me back now?” She seemed to lose a bit of her luster. 

“I think not,” Isiah chuckled. His all business demeanor seemed to be fading away. He grabbed the stone collar and unlatched it from her neck. “It’s a shame you got free.” He raised his eyebrows knowingly. “Just remember I can track you down again though.” Fina was taken aback, confused even. 

“Why? Why are you letting me go?” She almost looked pitiful in her confusion.

“Because you’ve got decent taste in smut.” He tossed the book on her lap as he wiggled himself out from beneath her. He began to walk away, smiling every so happily to himself. 

Still confused, she looked down to the book in her lap. 

“The Squire in Love - A Tale of Romance by Isiah Kaspar”