4 comments/ 7112 views/ 11 favorites Gaius versus the Witch By: sin2win500 "What transpired there, Gaius?" He asked me this, as if it were a mere question of circumstance. In truth my answer would bring about more punishment upon me than if I were to lie outright to this simple watchman... Except that I knew this particular guard, and he was, in point of fact, a dear childhood friend of mine named Oswin. "Would you believe the tale?" I had no doubt that he would as he always did. For my tales were true enough, if not a tad embellished and certainly biased towards my own recollection of the matters. For Oswin, my accounts more than farce stories woven by traveling merchants or lute brandishing minstrels. Oswin knew what I was a hunter. Not a hunter of game, although I did kill elk in the near by forests to sell in between jobs, but more directly, I was a hunter of the unnatural. "It was a satyr, old friend," I spoke, leaning forward to put my elbows on the rough wood of the table in front of me. I could see in an instant a wonder brewing behind Oswin's watery eyes, "stubby little fuck he was, but strong as an ox. Had a farmer's daughter under each arm when I came upon him in the clearing north of town." I scratched at the growth of hair on my chin, the chains around my wrists clanked together reminding me of my bondage now. "Fucking hell." Was all Oswin could afford, his mind grasped for understanding. "Fucking hell is right," I laughed, "I stayed behind. Hidden among the pines, I watched him. He stopped in the center of the clearing, had a look around and dropped one of the poor lasses. She took a hoof to the head, knocked her clean out. I admit, it was hard not to rush in then, but, well I needed to be sure he wouldn't notice me." Which was true, my eye was trained on him, an arrow ready to be let loose, but satyrs have remarkable hearing, and I feared that should he hear the whistling of my arrow as it approached, he would flee. Or perhaps worse yet, he would use the other girl to absorb the shot. "There was little for me to do, so I stalked towards him. Keeping the trees at my back, I rounded the clearing. I heard the girl shriek when he tore the dress from her. The beast had freed her of her garments in moments, and she was laid bare in the light. Flaxen hair and ample bosom, but I get ahead of myself," Oswin was invested now, and he leaned in to hear my story, "Once she was clear, I released my shot. It caught the monster in the shank and he turned to me, his pecker and a dagger both unsheathed." Oswin let out a hearty laugh at this, "Imagine that must have been quite the shock!" He wiped away a tear, and I let his humor abate before I continued. "Aye, it was. If I'm being true, it would have done more harm to the girl than the blade, but either way I charged towards him and he towards me. I had discarded my bow in favor of my sword, and with it readied I met this creature in combat. He made the first move, with a potent hop, he was able to bring both of his vile hooves up to my chest and compel me backwards. I stumbled and as I regained my footing he was upon me again, this time with his curved horns. He rammed me, expelling the breath from my lungs." I paused, deliberately, to pull aside my tunic. To Oswin's horror their was the imprint of hoof and horn on my left chest. "Fuck me, that looks like it hurts. Be glad it wasn't his tackle, eh?" Oswin produced a flask from his belt and took a sip, handing it to me. I in turn took a gulp of his fiery whiskey and let its heat coat my pipes on its way down. "It hurt, and I thought he had me then. Windless and doubled over he made for me again, now with his dagger. So, when he was near I swung up, blindly. I intended to clash steel, but alas, the wrong dagger met my sword. It bit into his flesh and separated his cock from his balls. In turn he dropped his blade, fell to his knees and I swiftly finished the job." "Then why wasn't the poor bastard beside you when you were... found?" Oswin inquired through a wince of sympathetic pain for the unmanned beast. His round face was not showing the slightest ounce of doubt in my words and I knew that his question was to help me be free of this situation. "Because when the search party arrived, they saw a man, armed with sword and bow, in a field with two naked maidens." I smirked. "Hold on, you said one was naked, not both." Oswin said incredulously. "I said the satyr tore the clothes off one of them, yes. The other took her dress off afterward. Satyr's have magics that they use and this one's had taken hold during the fight. I had two supple, able mouthed girls, freshly of age and unsullied by other men tending to their rescuer." The thought made my loins ache in remembrance. The drugs of the satyr are potent aphrodisiacs made by nymphs. I understand that this sounds like fairytale tripe, but it is not. Regardless, I had both of them alone and hotter than a stew kettle for me. So once I checked on them, after slaying the beast, the already nude one proceeded to untie my pants, and withdraw my cock from them. Her sister, being slightly older, perhaps in her twentieth year, and of slighter frame, removed her garb and joined her sister. I must say, I took great delight in seeing them both on their knees. The younger of the two, concentrated her efforts on my balls, her tongue sweeping back and forth across them. Time and again, placing one full ball in her mouth, and washing it clean, then popping it out again, trading it for the other. Her sister, started on my erect phallus, kissing my head. Every second placing more of it in her mouth. Magic powders or not, she had done this before, and her craft was superb. In no less than a minute the pair had my entire loins gleaming with saliva. They ministered themselves and each other as well. Their hands, those that were not aiding in their efforts on my pleasure, were busy fingering their mounds. Almost in unison they withdrew their fingers and went to explore each others openings. Their moans stifled by my organ filling their mouths. To my great relief, I had finished before discovery. When I could handle no more, I grunted, and they both began to kiss over the tip of my erupting spear. I came across their cheeks and into their open mouths as they kissed one another. Their hands massaging my shrinking balls and stroking the seed from my throbbing cock. It was as the last bits of my essence were leaving me, that we were stumbled upon, and I wrongly accused of kidnap. "I applaud your ability to conquer both foe and wench in the same go, friend. However, the girls aren't saying tale of satyrs and love magics. They say only that you happened upon them in the field and that they were compelled to sample your wares, so to speak." Oswin seemed genuinely crest fallen that he could do no more to help me. Though the solution seemed simple enough to me. "Take me to the clearing and I will show you." I replied in earnest, and he consented to do so though in reality he had one hell of a go at it until I was allowed to be taken from my cramped cell. Nearly a day and a half it took, before Oswin and three others from the watch were ordered to escort me to the scene of the battle to look for the satyr's carcass. A rain had swept through that night, and the field was thick with mud. I struggled enough against the chains, bound at my wrists and ankles, both chains attached in the middle by another. The mud took the remaining grace from my step and I plodded to where the battle had taken place. "I see no beast, Gaius." Growled one of the guards, a thin shit by the name of Byron. He obviously assumed me to be lying and found it distasteful that I had dragged everyone here to this mud pit. We searched for near on two hours until I was blessed with my answer. One of the other two guards, who's name I was unfamiliar with pulled something from the mud. "Oy," he exclaimed, "look it, I got somethin'." Indeed he did. It was about a foot long and covered in muck. I recognized it immediately and roared with laughter, Oswin began to laugh aw well. Byron took it from the other guards and examined it, placing it right up to his face to get a good look at the thing. Of course this made Oswin and me laugh more, because what he was holding was the satyr's severed pecker. Once Oswin calmed down, he explained to Byron what he was staring at so intently, and with a look of pure disgust he dropped the severed meat staff and the charges against me as well. That night, at the tavern, I was approached by the village priest for a special job. "Gaius," he said, his withered frame coming into view beside me, "I have a task for you, son." I was busy watching the buxom barmaid pour out flagons of ale from the barrel. Her tits were pressed between her arms, nearly popping them from her shoulder-less blouse. Her thick frame and wide hips begging to be ravished. Or maybe I had those sisters on my mind still. regardless, I peeled my eyes from the wench's glorious cleavage to speak to father Eurich. "Aye, Father, what can I do for you?" I took a sip from my mug, the foam congealed on my mustache and I wiped it away quickly. "There's tale of a witch south of here." It was all he really needed to say, but I let him continue, "shepherds are reporting sheep missing in the glen. There's a cave they've been telling about too, foul smells and the like. One even reported seeing a cloaked figure at night." It wasn't much to go on, but he and I knew how to read between the lines. It was simple logic for us, missing livestock and caves. Foul smells and shadows at night...it was a witch. "Which cave?" I asked between drinks. "Yes, I believe so." He responded, wrinkling his liver spotted eyebrows at me. "No, you daft old man," I laughed, "which, where is the cave." I clarified and recognition of his folly appeared upon his face in the form of a toothless smile. "Of course, it's the one near the Maxton farm. Big, old oak growing on the ridge above it." he said patting my back, "I will leave it to you, son." He shuffled away after that, and I went back to staring down those delicious udders before me. I was quickly caught, and subsequently rewarded that night, after the tavern had closed up for the night. The lovely barmaid had ushered me into the back room, where she told me to remove my clothes. I obliged, stripping away ,my cloak and belt, pants and tunic. I was naked as a jay bird, then she had me sit on the edge of a near by table. I rested my haunches on it, my cock eagerly awaiting whatever it was she had planned. She came back with a small ceramic jug. "You seem to have a fondness for my breasts," She grinned, "so how's about they show you their appreciation for it?" She pulled down her blouse, and gravity took hold, her massive tits sprang forth and hung there heavily. she knelt before me looking up at me knowingly as she pulled the lid off of the jug. She tipped it over and oil poured out onto her chest. When she was satisfied with the amount she set the jug aside and used her hands to spread the oil over the surface of her glittering globes. Her milky white flesh became as polished marble as she rubbed. My cock grew rigid and achy for her to put it to work. She took hold of it, and stroked. The oil coated my rod, allowing her hand to glide up and down with great sensation. Then she moved her tits into position, and pressed them together over me. The warmth of her slippery breasts covered my dick completely and she manipulated them in her hands, working them in different directions. They felt so soft over my girth, inviting yet with a heaviness that helped to maintain a good amount of pressure to the shaft of my rod. When she was done teasing, she moved them in unison, pumping away against my cock with the slick noise of the oil echoing in the room. My knees were starting to tire from the strains of her pleasuring. We both grunted and moaned, aroused by what she was doing to me in this dingy back room. I became transfixed by the sight of my reddened head as it slipped in and out of view from between her tits. It drove me with unexpected speed to climax. "Fuck!" Was all I managed to shout before I came. A thick string of semen hit her in the chin, and clung to her smiling face. The second hit her neck, and oozed back towards her bosom as it mingled with the oil. Shot after shot fired from me, each of them pooling into the union of her breasts, until she released her grip and my cock sprang out from between them. A rope of cum connected us briefly, but it separated and dangled from the underside of my cock. The sight before me was beautiful; she was smearing my seed across her bare chest, rubbing it into her skin. She then took a finger and retrieved what had hit her chin, and with relish, sucked it from her finger tip. Finally she turned her attention to what dangled from my half hard cock. She twirled the cream around her finger, winding it up the base of my member. She traced the underside of it with the back of her finger tip, and gathered all she could before depositing it into her mouth as well. I slept rather soundly that night, and in the morning I made for the southern pastures. It had rained again that night, though not as hard and there was a chill to accompany the morning fog as I set out. I had all that I needed, gathered from my shop before I left. Sword, bow, arrows, and healing herbs were necessities, carried on every excursion. Since I would be dealing in witchcraft, I brought a warding charm to protect my body, a ring of wellness to protect my mind and soul, and blessed dagger and holy water because, well, its a witch. I am unfamiliar with how some regions perceive witches, but I am well versed in the stories told around our village. Haggish, old women with sunken frames and pointed noses. Greenish decay on their flesh, warts and sores, usually toothless and smelling of manure. I can also say that from experience that this is incorrect. Their skin is green, but after that the similarities end. Magic has many side effects, chief among them is mutation to the human form. An exact description of each known magic and it's effects is recorded in a very thick and dusty book back in town, but for the sake of argument and interest, witches are green. It was nearly half past mid day when I arrived in the sprawling farmland of the south, but the heat seemed to have left the region. A fog was still lingering and I knew that this was one of the marks of witchery. I made for the cave straight away, having traveled the area on occasion, I knew where to go. I should at this point mention that of all the varying types of witches, few used animal sacrifice, and none among those were friendly, so I readied my bow. I said a prayer as the cave came into view. I prayed that this wasn't a blood witch, because if it were, I well and truly fucked. Blood witches used sacrifice to gather blood. The blood they used as an all purpose agent. It could be used in potions, spread on the skin to enhance their prowess, put in jars and saved for curses, ointments and the like. Basically the blood was a conduit to channel their magic into a more potent form. In terms of my being at a loss, blood magic was hard to counter act or detect for that matter. I once saw a man inspect a spot of blood, only to have it explode with such force that it took the skin from his face. It had ended up being a carefully laid trap. A blood rune left behind to kill or injure any that came to close to tracking the witch down. Either way, I had arrived now. The maw of the cave reeked of stink weed and onion grass. A potent stench, but not unexpected. I pressed onward inside. I saw no movement, heard no sounds but still I tread lightly into the cavern, squinting against the gloom. Then all at once there came a crack and then I felt the world slam into me. I awoke later, my body felt like it had been crushed. My head swam, all sound came as if from under water. Only a blurred sense of vision was all I could force my eyes to muster. It was a hard fight to become aware of where I was, something soft was under me, a bed perhaps. The light was flickering and the chamber I was in had a warmth to it. I heard movement now and realized that I had been un armed and un armored. I was laying on my back, in nothing but my pants. I wasn't tied down, but I could barely move and my senses wouldn't permit me to if I could. "Relax," came a voice, it was soft but with a tone of authority to it. "You had some fall." "Where am I?" I stammered, fighting to make out my surroundings. The light was dim, but I was able to surmise that I was still inside the cave. The room, as it were, was set up like a living space. I was on a bed of hay covered in animal skins. The flickering light and heat came from a large cooking fire not far away. There were shelves of ingredients and potions and I found my clothes and gear piled neatly onto a table. "You are in my home, in the back of the cave where you had your tumble." The source of the voice was a young woman. Her flesh was a pale green, smooth and firm. The high cheekbones of her face were painted with blue spirals that lead up and around to the corners of her yellow eyes. She smiled, her black lips parting to show a row of gleaming white teeth. Her face was framed with neck length hair, thick and colored like raven feathers. I followed the contours of her long neck with my eyes. Bare shoulders, and toned arms marked with the same blue painted swirls that were on her face. Her modest, but well sculpted breasts were concealed behind a tight suede wrap. Her firm midsection was bare as were her legs. Only a leather and fur skirt concealed her sex. Barely. Her long legs were feminine but muscled, and she had spirals of blue that extended from the outsides of her thighs to the tops of her bare feet. She smelled sweetly of honey flower and her skin was warm. She brushed the hair from my eyes with the back of her hand, and pressed a cold cloth to my forehead. "Why would you help me?" I asked fearful that her aid was a ruse to ensnare me. "Why would I not?" She smiled back at me. "Are you not a blood witch?" I was blunt in my questioning for I didn't want to extend my stay and become enthralled by her if she had evil in her heart. As it turned out, she was not a blood witch. She explained her situation to me more fully, and I knew her to be telling me the truth. She was an earth witch, good by nature and bound to help protect men and animal and plant alike. The sheep were not being killed by her, but as it turns out, by a rabid wolf in the area. Thus also explained the stink weed by the cave entrance, wolves had powerful noses and would be turned away from the cave. I still had my questions of course, but I was able to relax tremendously after she explained who she was. "My name is Igred, I was sent by my coven to find the source of a great evil in this country. I set up my home here, and thought that this wolf would be as good a start as any." She had begun to rub the cloth over my chest, I caught her eyes peering at the hoof shaped bruise, and the myriad of older scars. "True enough, then perhaps when I am well enough, I can be of assistance to you as payment." She paused at my offer, looking up at me with her moon colored eyes. "We shall see, I may have use of you before that." Her words were cryptic, but her tone was not. Witch covens had no men, she was curious. "Never seen a man, have you?" I played into it, "Go on, have a look then." I spread my arms from my sides, palms up. She gazed down, then back up, her eyes darting more mischievously over my exposed body. It didn't take long for her timid hand to give an exploratory squeeze between my legs. My moan startled her, and she let go quickly and turned her gaze to the floor. That was the end of it for the night. The next evening I woke up to her rubbing an ointment on my satyr wounds. It smelled of mint and burned the skin fiercely. I cringed at first but she rested her hand upon my shoulder and whispered soothing words into my ears. When the pain subsided she sat beside me and traced my body with her fingers again. Gaius versus the Witch "You are not the first man I have seen," she began, too nervous to look directly at my gaze, "just the first too young to have gray hair, and naked enough for me to become bold." She stole a look and saw only my smile. I know she saw it, for she smiled too. "You have no need to be so timid, witch. I will not harm you now, you have no evil in you." At my words her fingers found the border where my pants met my flesh and skimmed back and forth along it. My breathing grew labored from her teasing, and my manhood was beginning to swell within my pants. Igred took notice of my lengthening member and carefully untied my pants. Painstakingly she loosened the strings and slipped a hand within them. She gasped when her fingers groped at the heated flesh of my head. She withdrew her hand, a wet dot visible on one of her finger tips. She looked at the sticky droplet of pre cum and rubbed it between her fingers, then as if testing a new ingredient slipped her finger in her mouth to taste. She did the same thing with the second finger and then stared intently at the opening of my pants. "The best way to get honey is from the source." I said, hoping she would know what I meant. She did. Instinctively, she stuck her thumbs in my pants and pulled, I lifted my ass and my pants slid to my knees. My cock twitched in the air, and Igred looked at it with curiosity. She took thumb and finger and wrapped the two around the base of my manhood. she squeezed from stem to tip, producing another pearl of clear liquid. She put her ebony lips right up to it, and her tongue slipped out from between, snatching up the syrup from my head. A little line of it appeared on her lip, the only evidence that my pre cum had existed. "Have you achieved orgasm?" She asked in awe. I burst out into laughter, which in turn startled the poor witch. "No, Lords, you really haven't seen men before have you. That's pre cum, its entirely different from what happens when I cum." She looked at me blankly. "What's cum?" She started to stroke my cock absently while she spoke, the effect caused my eyes shut. "Cum, its to achieve orgasm." She seemed to understand now, she resumed her tonguing of my head, lapping at my slit and any pre cum that leaked from it. All the while she slowly stroked up and down, teasing my cock into a rigid form. "Do you know about sex?" I asked, feeling as though I were speaking to something other than an adult for a moment. She nodded, placing her lips on the tip of my cock and sucking at it now. "Care to try it then?" I moaned, feeling that if this had been any other woman, my approach would have failed. "Okay then," she said with a clinical tone, "show me sex." She stood up, and undid the leather wrapping of her top. Her tits were small and athletic like the rest of her frame, with small, dark nipples. I kicked off my pants and motioned for her to straddle me. She climbed up on the bed and threw one leg over me. She lowered herself on top of me and soon my head was pressing against the fire of her virgin opening. To say that she was wet would be to do her no justice. She could have flooded the cave we were in with her cunt. She stopped with only a little more than my head inside of her. This was not my first experience with claiming the virginity of a woman and so I did what I know to work best. I grabbed her hips and pushed her down hard. She yelped when her maiden head popped, but I held her down on my cock, not out of malice, but because it gets her used to the feeling quicker. Soon, she was gyrating her burning mound against my pelvis. Her clit buried in my flesh as she ground it against me. She braced her hands on my chest and lifted her hips, thrusting up and down onto my dick, her legs squeezed tightly to mine. I could feel the curling of her toes beneath me as she quickly learned what her orgasm felt like. Her body quaked against mine and her cunt snapped down around me like a trap. She howled like an animal as the throes of her passion crashed against her. Her eyes glowed now, as if they were lit from behind and her pace grew more desperate after she came. The wet slapping of her pussy against my cock became the only noise we were aware of now. She was working me towards my finish, her nails dug into the skin of my sides as she slammed down on me as hard and quick as her tired hips would allow, I was able to squeak out a warning for her. Unnaturally fast, she was able to dismount and slide down to my cock, as the first gush of cum spewed forth, her lips were wrapping around my head. She grabbed my cock with her hand and lapped at every drop of cum that came her way. She savored it, keeping it and my cock in her mouth until satisfied and then swallowed the load greedily. My soaked cock was released from her grip and fell back onto my stomach as it shrank. "Sex is good. We will again, yes?" She breathed in awe. I nodded, dazed and drained. The rest of my recovery, a number of days I could not count because of my location, was spent getting to know Igred better. Her temperament was even keeled. She had a ravenous curiosity about the world of man and as I suspected, she had seen nothing of the human world from within her coven. So from my confinement, I explained politics, farm life, the village, anything that seemed important. She rewarded often with her equally ravenous cunt. So frequently that I decided to remain nude for the remainder of my stay. "Why would they have you kill me?" her sweet voice filled with a sadness that I hadn't heard before. She was mixing a poultice near by, the gentle chime of mortar and pestle became soothing to me now. "Because you're a witch," I shifted to face her then continued, "livestock show up dead, and a green woman takes up residence in a cave near by at the same time, people start putting it together." My eyes traced along her back, the subtle curve of her muscle leading my eye from shoulder to lower back. The top of her round bottom just visible above the fur back of her skirt. I stared at the two little bits of flesh, and tried to imagine what that ass must look like. The image of a peach came to mind, with its gentle slope and tantalizing split. I transposed that image with the color of an apple, green of course. For all of our many sessions of post conversational fucking, she had always ridden me. Topless, but never fully nude. It was magical to be sure, but as a man I need to do the thrusting from time to time. I wanted to travel her lands, so to speak. Her body had a hardness to it that village women lacked. She had the body of a woman that hunts, runs, climbs, and swims. It reminded me of another hunter I had once bedded. "I'm not evil, nobody had talked to me even." She was growing agitated, "I keep to myself. If those idiot farmers would look around, they could see that I'm not to blame." She slammed the mortar down on the table. Her head sank, spilling her black locks into her face. "I know that," my voice was as calming as I could make it, "but they are simple, superstitious people. Do not grow angry with them. Be angry at those witches that are evil and that have hurt these poor people for they are as the wolf you seek are to the sheep it slays. If that wolf slays enough sheep, and a dog, a very friendly dog happens to walk through the herd, would those sheep not flee in fear of it?" I sat up, my body had no achiness to it to my great relief. "I suppose so." Igred's voice was meek. She was no monster, and a great pity for her swelled in my heart. I rose to my feet, the cold stone under toe felt good to me. I padded to her and wrapped my arms around her. She sighed, leaning back against me. Her fingers found my cheek and she bent her head back to kiss my face. I turned and kissed her on the lips. We lingered within each others mouths. My tongue met hers, the taste of herbs on her lips was intoxicating. A moan escaped her, and as we parted from the kiss, she looked up at me with half closed eyes. "You are sweet." I said nothing, instead I lowered my head to her neck and kissed. She groaned, my lips moved to her ear where I suckled on her lobe. She pressed my head against her. My hands slid up to her breasts, I found that the wrapping that she wore came off easily and I rewarded myself by massaging the small swells of her tits. She was writhing against me now, and I became aware of the feeling of fur brushing against my stiffened member. My mouth moved away from her ear, back down her neck and lit on her shoulder. I changed directions, kissing across the back of her neck and to the other shoulder. Then up and to that ear. My fingers began to pay closer attention to her nipples, which had grown quite sensitive from my playing and kissing. Her breathing was growing more heavy. "Take off your skirt," I breathed into her ear. It caused her to quiver, but she complied instantly. Her hands found her belt, and I heard the metal unclasp. Then I felt the fur slide against my cock, and then warm, soft skin. I moaned this time. My hands released from her tits, and slid back along her sides. I place them upon her shoulders and gently pushed. Igred understood, and bent forward onto her elbows. She also splayed her legs on her own for me. I got down onto my knees and kissed the backs of her thighs. She had not expected this, and a shiver ran along her body that erupted in a long cooing moan. Her skin had the faintest taste of salt, and I eagerly tasted every inch of her leg, getting ever closer to what I really wanted. When I reached the joint where thigh became ass, I ran my tongue sideways along the crease, then nipped at the firm meat of that green peach. It was as firm and beautiful as I had pictured it in my mind. I nibbled and licked my way up one cheek and back down the other, until I was sated. Igred was quite worked up now, and I could see a glistening around her slit. I put my lips against the green fullness of her love, parting it to the pink with my tongue. The juices that made it sparkle were spicy and earthy. It reminded me of cinnamon, and I lapped up as much of her juice as I could. "Goddess, what are you doing to me?" She moaned, having never experienced the pleasures of the tongue. I quickly taught her what I could do, taking the bead of her clit and grinding the flat of my tongue against it in circles. I kept at it and soon she gave me more of her spice to enjoy. I worked her clit hard every now and again affording myself the luxury of piercing her hole with my tongue. Igred would buck against my face when I did this, which was more for my pleasure than hers, I was becoming addicted to her taste. "FUCK!" she screamed, her knees buckled and she fell onto the table, her elbows giving out. Her legs lifted in the air and single jet of fluid squirted out of her. She writhed on the table for a good while, my tongue cleaning up the mess she left with her juice. I sucked the lips of her snatch and pressed my tongue once more into her hole to get one last taste. I stood behind her afterward, my erect phallus already positioned and so I shoved it into her. She screamed again, not expecting to be taken like this. Her ass fit well into my hands, and I kneaded her cheeks between my fingers, all the while thrusting hard into her drenched cunt. I was pounding away, the various bottles and jars on the table were clanging and rattling as I rammed myself again and again into her. Igred had yet to put her feet back on the floor, in fact she seemed powerless to do anything but groan loudly and beg me to fuck her harder. Already my sack was slapping against her clit with a persistent smack that served to drive her over the edge. Hers was the only pussy I'd known to grab at my cock that hard. Every time she came, I felt as though the blood was stopped in my member. It did not hurt, but rather aided in engorging my head further. I could feel the slick of her cum now too, dribbling from her mound as I pounded away, soaking my balls and cock with a thick, slippery coating. The sight of Igred, helplessly wiggling on the table was maddening, her pale green skin sparkling in a sheen of sweat. It was the sight of my own meat attacking her snatch that did me in, and felt the fullness in my balls start to flow upward. I continued to thrust until I could no longer hold it inside of me. I withdrew and just as my cock slid between the parted meat of her bottom, my cum shot out. It came out of me with such pressure that long lines of white striped her back until the last bits of it collected between her cheeks. I stood back and took in the sight of the witch. She was panting, her back covered in sweat and seed. her legs hung limply off the edge of the table, and she was fighting with heaving breaths to raise back onto her elbows. She looked back at me through a tangled mess of sweat soaked hair. The glint in her eyes was that of immense lust. "That...was...incredible..." She panted. she struggled to her feet, nearly toppling over. Saying nothing after that, she merely limped away into another part of the cave. I took a moment to gather myself, and followed after her. It was odd, to traverse this dismal cavern without armor or clothing, but I also found a strange exhilarating feeling as well. Candles of braded twine, dipped in bees wax were scattered along the walls of the cave. The light was dim, but manageable. I found Igred bathing in a clear pool of water, fed by a fall that entered the cavern from above. It was now that I realized what ever day it was, it was in fact light outside. A single beam of sun light came from the ceiling, making visible all else that was in this chamber. Igred took note of me and beckoned me towards her. Her sweet smile was playful as she washed her skin. I half imagined as I walked towards her, that the green of her skin would somehow wash away. It baffled my senses to see that this was the natural...or supernatural tone of her skin. Yet still, I found it uniquely appealing as well. The cool water kissed my feet and as I waded deeper into the pool, a sense of renewal filled me. Igred may have nursed me back to health, but this made me feel human again. I could feel the grit free its self from my skin, and plunged my self wholly under the surface. I resurfaced, my hair clinging to my forehead. Newly freed salt from my skin flowed into my eyes with the water, and I wiped the sting from my eyes in time to see Igred materialize in front of me. "It is good to see you feeling better." She kissed my cheek, I returned by kissing her blackberry lips. "Tell me, how do you plan on killing this wolf that stalks these fields?" I admit, I was also wondering why she had yet to actually kill it. She seemed to shy away perhaps seeing my hidden pondering. "I have no love of death. But this is no ordinary wolf, it is a dire wolf." She said at length. I looked into the yellow of her eyes, seeing a glint of fear. her hair was wet and swept back from her face, giving me sight of a scar along the top of her forehead. It was the one strip of flesh that bore a human tone. Well... perhaps one other. "I see," I began, my tone more grave than I intended it to be, "I have some experience with wolves. I would be glad to help, if you know where to find the beast we can head out tonight." I scooped up two handfuls of water and splashed them against my face. She seemed hesitant, but agreed. So the rest of that afternoon we bathed and ate. I gathered my equipment and readied myself. She did the same, at least I assume that was the witch equivalent of what she did. She put on clothing as well, more than I was accustomed to seeing her in, anyway. Leather boots, knee high and padded. Cloth breaches beneath her skirt, so that only a single strip of skin on her thighs was seen. She put on a padded vest over her wrap, and fur bracers on her wrists. She even tied her hair back into a short pony tail, that stuck straight out from the back of her head. I had my bow, sword, and dagger, while she used a single staff as long as she was tall. it looked to be made of intertwined vines that had been petrified. She used no other weapon, and I hoped that she was a potent user of magic. We set out at dusk. Our trail carried us over a ridge, where in the valley below I could make out the lights of three or four farm houses. Igred kept her distance for obvious reasons, but soon we had circled down into the valley and towards a stretch of stony hills that formed an outcropping on the valley's far side. This struck me as the sort of territory a dire wolf would call home, rugged and hilly. Plenty of cover and plenty of potential to circle prey and ambush it. We had been making small talk during our trek, I learned of her upbringing. She was raised in an all female commune in the western isles. She had a sisterly relationship with the others of her group, and all of them trained in a branch of magic dealing with nature. If she had been raised on this side of the sea, she'd be called a ranger by most accounts. Apart from her skin, the only difference between her witchcraft and a ranger's knowledge of herbs and nature was the use of magic. She spoke of her magics as well, most of it was used in her alchemy. It gave her work a more potent quality with less material. Spells were not the forte of her coven, but she did poses a rudimentary array of elemental spells and helpful charms to assist her with everyday life. She even hinted that some came in handy in a fight, though she always chose to find another way when possible. I spoke of my work as well, and soon she learned of the many devils I had felled in battle. I told her of life in the city and how, if she was willing I would love for her to accompany me on further excursions. She smiled, but gave no answer. Whether her silence was because we had reached the stone hills or because she didn't want to let me down I was unsure, but the beast we sought gave me no time to find out. A set of red eyes leered from the shadows between the rocks. They were at my eye level and I hoped that this was not the true size of the beast. It was close, but as it lunged into the moonlight I could see that it stood nearly five feet tall. It bounded towards me, a black shadow passing between beams of moon. I readied an arrow and fired. I heard a yip, but it kept towards me. It was nearly upon me when I loosed a second arrow. It pierced the demon in the shoulder, slowing it only for a second. His jaws caught the wood of my bow and snapped it with a single bite. My fingers were still intact, but my bow was dead. I drew my sword, getting it half out of the sheath before the monster struck me with its paws. I fell on my back, my sword loose and twirling through the air. My dagger came from my boot next, and I cut a patch of fur from the wolf before he could land a killing bite to my neck. He retreated back to the shadows, no doubt to circle around and attack from another angle. Igred had vanished, and I feared that she had fled in cowardice. Regardless, I found my sword and took it in my free hand then returning my dagger to my boot, pressed on towards the rocks. I could make out the sounds of loose pebbles, a panting breath, a growl. Nothing definite, and nothing that I could pinpoint with all of the echoing. Then he came at me again, I turned to see him dropping in from above me. I made to swing my sword, knowing too well that he would be upon me first. Before his teeth could reach me there was a swoosh of wind and the wolf was slammed sideways into the rocks. He fell in a crumpled heap at my feet and I wasted no time. I swung downward my steel biting into its spine as he was standing, then I withdrew my sword and swung again from below, in a wide arc. The second blow caught the wolf in the throat, finishing the work of the first swing and separating the wolf's head. Gaius versus the Witch Igred had not fled, but merely ran ahead to prepare an ambush. Her spell was strong enough to break the hind legs of the wolf, and more likely than not, several ribs. I took the beast's head and carried it with me. Igred followed, curious as to why I took this trophy. "When I...or we...get to town, I will show this to the priest. I'll get paid, which I will split with you." I stated matter of factly. "I have no use of your money, besides, they will see me for what I am and kill me." She scoffed. Her eyes were sad again, but I knew better than to just let a witch walk into town. "Leave that to me." I replied, kissing her cheek. It was a fat wad of gold that I received for that wolf's head. The priest put it on a spike and spread the word of the "scourge of the southern fields." I bought a new bow and made for the tavern. Igred was beside me, the skin that was visible was covered in linen wraps. Her face and neck concealed behind a thick cloak and hood. I had given her the disguise and unless you got close enough to see the glint in her yellow eyes, you'd never know she was anything but a she ranger. She had her first ale that night, and her second...and third. Witches have a low tolerance for alcohol it seems, but nobody is perfect. We stayed there most of the night, until Oswin found me. "Gaius. I have a job for you, There's a vampire plaguing Thaneswood. You know, that shithole city to the east. Big money if you can kill it." I knew Thaneswood, and it was a shithole...but a jobs a job, and with a witch at my side, vampires were now in my league. I wonder how this would pan out... To Be Continued?