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The Queen's Requirements For Magi By Draconicon

Arthur had fended off many challengers for the queen's favor. He'd dealt with quick rats from the west, and strong elephants from the south. He'd faced off against the great warriors of the north who felt no pain, and he'd seen through the tricks of the cunning tailed beasts of the east. None had come close to defeating him in his quest for maintaining the queen's favor.

However, the newest addition to the queen's court just might. The wolf looked to his right, watching as the fox slid onto a fourth shaft sticking out of the ground, a long piece of polished wood more than thirteen inches long and three thick. He winced just to think of that sliding into his ass again, and he had just left it behind to start on his current one.

The wolf looked down between his legs. A massive piece of wood connected his ass to the floor, and though the tip of it was scarcely two inches in diameter - a small width for anyone that had gone through this before - it thickened to nearly four at the base, and at a quick rate. The bottom was shaped like the knot at the base of his own cock, meant to trap a person there if they were not skilled and devoted enough to their queen to move on quickly. He'd only been forced down to it once, and that was when the elephants had visited.

Damn pachyderms and their roomy asses, he'd thought at the time. And he still thought it now, though it was directed at his challenger. The fox must have grease up his ass or something, because he was taking the thirteen inch piece of wood without difficulty, halfway down it already with nothing but a grin on his face when anyone else would have been screaming.

Taking his own shaft slower, Arthur looked up at the queen. The white wolf on the throne watched them both through slitted eyes, looking from him to Gerard the challenger and back again. Never showing any sign of approval, she gave them equal attention. It pushed him to try harder, hoping that he could win and maintain his position.

He had long since given up embarrassment for her, but the audience around him at least kept him from sporting wood like the fox did. This was a sacred task, a means to keep himself attached to the queen, not a way to get turned on. The assembled nobles of the realm would do better to treat it like the courtship and devotion that it was, rather than watching him and Gerard with their cocks out and with their hands down their skirts.

He felt the knot bump against his hole, and he shuddered as he remembered it. This was going to hurt, he thought as he pressed against it, gingerly grinding his stretched hole against it. This would be the biggest and thickest piece yet.

Normally he would take his time, but as the fox moved along to the fifth spot, Arthur knew he couldn't afford to waste any time. He pushed against the knot, feeling his hole get pushed and stretched. The wood refused to give, unlike some of the molded practice equipment they were given, and he strained to get past it. The familiar burn of taking it with the minimum lube hit him, and he groaned. Baring his teeth, he pulled up, letting the knot slide out of him again, and then lifted his legs.

He fell on the bump, hard, and his weight carried him down. Only his clenched jaws kept him from crying out at the sudden spreading he felt, and he swore that the speed of it was the only thing that kept from ripping him open. Arthur sat at the base of the wooden shaft, impaled on it and feeling it halfway up his body, or at least so he imagined it. It was far enough in him to keep him from bending forward, at least.

The crowd whispered to each other around him, and he panted as he struggled to catch his breath. Gerard was already halfway down, the fox's cock out of his sheath and throbbing from the stimulation he was getting. A small pool of his clear fluids were already building under the fox, and the wolf shook his head at the disgrace. No control, no control at all.

But he couldn't pay attention to that for long. He had to move on, or he wouldn't get off the knot at all. Already his ass was trying to tighten up around it, recovering from it punching into him, and if he let it do that, he'd need the other soldiers to help him off. He wouldn't put himself through that humiliation. He simply wouldn't.

Putting his feet under him, he shuffled his toes around the base of the shaft. Every motion made him conscious of the sheer size of the bulb inside him, feeling it getting ready to stretch him out. He'd be gaping at the end of this if he wasn't careful, and even if he was, he doubted he'd feel his hole close anytime soon. But he had to go, now.

With a surge of effort, he pushed himself up. The thick knot held him like a fist inside, grabbing him and holding him down. He clenched his teeth, relaxing himself as he'd learned how to do many times before, and shoved himself to his feet with a deep growl.

POP!

It wrenched free with a loud pop, and he whimpered as he slid the rest of the way up the shaft. His hole felt like it was fluttering, the rim of it spread wider than it was ever meant to go, but he was off of the knot. It was one more shaft completed, though it had drained him terribly.

The crowd cheered as he moved onto the sixth one, only to gasp as he started to sit down. He paused. Had something happened? Was he bleeding? A quick finger around his rim proved he wasn't. He turned to Gerard.

His fox competitor had knotted himself on the fifth shaft on his side, but unlike the wolf, the fox was stuck. Not from the size of it, though, but from his own climax. Gerard humped himself against the knot, grinding against it as it was stuck inside him, and the fox's cock spewed cum all over the floor. His face was a twisted mask of pleasure, and as the fox's orgasm subsided, he slumped down to the base, grinning stupidly.

The guards counted to ten, and the fox never moved, Arthur watched from his spot halfway down the sixth shaft, ten inches of wood inside of his hole, and more than three and a half inches spreading him out. When they reached ten, they removed the fox and the shaft he was on, carrying him out of the courtroom.

"Arthur, you may stand."

The wolf responded to the queen by getting to his feet, looking up at her as he saluted.

"You have won again. Will you take your place at my side once more?"

"Of course, my queen."

"Good." The white wolf waved to the remaining equipment. "Clear this out. We won't need it until the end of the month."

"The end of the month?"

"Well we will have more visitors then. I believe some horses are coming, and may wish to challenge you."

Arthur groaned, but nodded.

"I will be ready, Your Majesty."

The End