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.