Red Wytch and Bare Barbarian

The Adventures of Chelestria the Red Wytch and the Bare Barbarian

Chapter 3 Pursued by Orcs

The sorcerer that made this mask was very adept. Chelestria could hear herself say her words inside her head but outside there was no sound. No matter how much she tried she could not break the little piece of fabric away from her face.

The Bare Barbarian maintained his erection the entire march, and all through the battle. It could not be comfortable. He spoke little, mostly single-word directions through the forest, and he seemed to know the territory well. Chelestria didn't have a very good direction-sense without her magick, but she was sure they were going away from Triangle.

Chelestria had walked all night, and now she had walked all day, and the closest to rest she'd had was hanging from a tree branch. She had been swimming and fighting, and she was exhausted. She was accustomed to having her magick bolster her, being this tired was something Chelestia had only read about.

The light was already fading when the barbarian stopped to drink from a stream that led into a gorge. The steep walls bristled with trees and exposed rock. Chelestria sat on a boulder.

BORUGUND: There is an old fort on the other end of this gorge, we can camp there, but we don't want to be going over these wet rocks in the dark.

Chelestria shook her head. She was not moving.

The Bare Barbarian stared in disbelief.

BORUGUND: I said move!

Chelestria shook her head. She pointed to her mask.

BORUGUND: Make no mistake, you are my prisoner. I'm the only thing in these woods that won't kill you, and you won't find your way out without magick. You will do as I say.

Chekestria shook her head and crossed her arms.

The barbarian sighed.

BORUGUND: So be it.

He stooped and picked up Chelestria around the waist and lifted her over her shoulder. She kicked and beat with her fists, but he didn't seem to notice.

Instead of continuing into the gorge, he climbed up the rocky embankment, hopping between protruding stone and root until he reached a hollowed out chamber just big enough for the two of them to be protected from the sky.

He put Chelestria down on her feet and pushed her toward the opening, which she had to crouch to get in.

The alcove only went about ten feet back. It opened up a little, but Chelestria still had to incline her head to the side when she got up on her knees. The barbarian didn't even have that luxury. The ceiling of the chamber was so low that he had to remain laying down and his feet protruded through the entrance to give Chelestria room to sit.

BORUGUND: We could have had a fire if we went to the fort.

He sounded like a defeated child. She sat cross-legged and balled up in the bend of his body with her head pressing the ceiling every time she stretched a little. The barbarian's huge penis flopped against her arm and lay in her elbow. He gasped and grabbed it, tucking the huge penis in behind Chelestria. She could still feel it up against her back. It was hotter than a normal penis.

Chelestria let herself get lost in thought. The barbarian's eyes were still open and his brow furrowed. His dick had never been anything less than fully engorged, but he didn't seem bothered by it. She had not seen him grip it, or stroke it, or do anything to relieve the pressure beyond moving the clunky thing out of the way.

No normal woman could get a dick like that in any part of her body. It would take spells to stretch and squeeze and fit things in places they didn't normally go. If Chelestria could get the mask off she could get that penis inside her with no effort. That didn't seem to be his goal. Even when Chelestria lay fully prone on top of his cock, he seemed more interested in moving her away.

Chelestria rubbed her body and shivered. The magick panties were supposed to keep her warm, but as usual, Hook had oversold them. He just wanted to see Chelestria in her underwear.

Even if Hook did hold a grudge, she just had to show him a little belly, or a peek up her skirt when she got a book off the top shelf and all would be forgiven. About now she wished she had just let him see her in her underwear.

Chelestria could only see a dim outline of the barbarian's face in a little reflected light. He was nodding off. Chelestria decided to give it one more try. She patted him on the hand and when he looked up, she pointed at the mask, jabbing her finger extra hard so he could see the emphasis.

The barbarian hesitated before he spoke.

BORUGUND: You really do not remember Borugund?

He waited a moment, like it would be possible for her to answer.

BORUGUND: No? It doesn't matter. You are called 'Chelestria' by my tribe. It means 'Red Wytch.' I know the kinds of power you have. If you can't take that mask off yourself, I'm not going to help you. Get some rest, we have a long hike tomorrow.

He lay back down and stared at the wall. He resembled one boy that she remembered from her time with the Al Sigal, but she had not known that boy well.

All the running and fighting and hiding there had been no time to stop and pee, and it hit Chelestria all at once. Bodily functions were terrible. Chelestria longed to return to her life of magick and excess.

Getting on her hands and knees, Chelestria crawled outside.

BORUGUND: Where are you going?

Outside the grotto, Chelestria turned around and sat down on her butt. She pointed to her groin and scrunched her eyebrows in pain. The barbarian waved her off. She got up and crawled out of sight from the opening of the cave. They were on a slope, but she was able to find a stable spot to stand.

One bra cup fell off, and her nipple hardened against the chill until it hurt. Chelestria took down her magick underwear and squatted to pee.

Animals and birds were singing all around her covering any noise she made. Chelestria was accustomed to needing to sneak someplace out of sight for frequent masturbation breaks. It came with an itch in her vagina the grew and pulsated through her body. If she did not stave it off early, Chelestria became an uncontrollable sex monster that gave no quarter until she got an orgasm.

The curse had been replaced with a need to pee, which wasn't nearly as bad. Normally Chelestria was entirely sustained by her magick. She had not eaten, drank, pissed, or shit in several years, or at least not for necessity. She could still do those things for pleasure if she wanted.

As Chelestria was close to finishing, a terrible howl cut through the night. The whole forest went silent. The tinkling of Chelestria's urine in the leaves sounded like a waterfall. She pinched off and listened close.

There were no other out-of-place sounds. That sounded like an orc. Had she imagined it? The birds and insects came back and the forest was normal again. Chelestria hesitated a moment before she continued to pee.

Chelestria finished and wiped off with a leaf. She pulled up her panties and climbed back up to the cave as quiet as she could, but she heard nothing but the natural order. Maybe it was just her overactive imagination.

The Bare Barbarian was already laying on his side facing away with his knees pulled up to his chest and his back to the door. He no longer provided a warm crevasse for her to sit in. He did not seem to have heard any noises that disturbed him.

Chelestria sat with her back against the wall of the cave, hugging her arms against her chest. The magick underwear protected her from frostbite, but it was still unpleasant to lay down nude on a cold, damp, stone bed.

After a few minutes of silence, the Bare Barbarian looked back at her. He sighed.

BORUGUND: You can lay against my back for warmth.

Chelestria hesitated a moment and laid down against him. The cold did not seem to bother the barbarian, or his giant, protruding erection. If Chelestria could relieve him of that pressure, it might give her the leverage to get the mask off her face. This would not be the first time she had to fuck her way out of a tight situation.

Wiggling a few times to position herself, Chelestria let her hand fall on the Bare Barbarian's hip. She was still, waiting for his response. This had to go slow. The Bare Barbarians prize the chastity of their young men. They believe it makes them unstoppable in battle. Only when a young man is done fighting can he sheath his sword in a wife and start a family.

Chelestria ever so slowly let her fingers creep closer to the penis. Heat radiated off the skin. The Bare Barbarian must be hating life right now after keeping it hard all day.

Al Sigal are native to the Fire Mountains, far south of here. They are mostly nomadic, going between a series of camps through the year. The Al Sigal were the first people she remembered ever being nice to her. Not nice, exactly, but they shared food and let her sleep near the campfire.

The barbarian tensed as soon as she let a fingertip brush his shaft. When she lay a single finger on it, he sat up in shock, as much as he could sit up in this tiny little chamber. Chelestria jumped up to a crouch as well, not sure what to expect.

BORUGUND: Is it true you don't remember me? You don't remember what you did to me?

The tension was broken by an orc howl, much closer than the last one Chelestria heard. Chelestria and the Bare Barbarian froze. It was close, very close. This was a much bigger problem.

BORUGUND: Be still, they may not have smelt us yet.

Their chatter grew louder in the trees. The orcs had definitely caught the scent.

BORUGUND: They are below us in the gorge. We need to climb up to the ridge, follow the cliff. Make no noise, they can move faster than us in the dark.

The Bare Barbarian led out of the cave and up the slope. Chelestria followed, pulling herself up with roots and vines. She hesitated several times, still worried the vine may come to life. They reached the ridge and the barbarian crouched low to stay in cover.

The voices of the orcs grew excited below, the camp had been discovered.

BORUGUND: Move fast. Be careful of your step.

They were all but running, hopping over roots, rocks, and fallen logs. With magick, this would be easy, of course, Chelestria did not appreciate this gauntlet with the abilities of a normal person. She was breathing heavy from the exertion. Her feet hurt from stepping on sharp rocks and her shins were battered from stumbling into them.

It was the Bare Barbarian who lost his footing and tumbled into the gorge. He was there in front of her, and then he was gone. Chelestria lunged to catch him, but if she had he would have pulled her over the edge as well. The drop was only a few feet to the nearest outcropping, but the falling rocks made a big sound. The whooping and screeches showed the orcs clearly noticed.

A big stone flew past Chelestria, and then another. For a moment Chelestria considered running off and leaving the barbarian to his fate. Without her magick, she would not survive long.

Gripping the sturdiest roots she could find, Chelestria went over the edge. The orcs were so close, she had no choice but to go boldly and take chances. She was barely out of reach when the orc boss reached the edge of the cliff, grabbing at her with its terrible claws. The others were throwing more stones, but did not seem to be aiming to hit Chelestria. Why did these orcs want her alive?

The Bare Barbarian was still down, but recovering. One stone narrowly missed his head, and that made him focus. Chelestria reached the barbarian and inspected him as best she could. He was a little scraped but otherwise unhurt. He still had a massive erection, the fall didn't make that go away.

BORUGUND: We need to go down.

The barbarian hopped down the slope, stabilizing himself with a rock and clinging to a root. Chelestria followed when he jumped. It sounded like the orcs were right above them, but hesitating to follow down the cliff face.

At the bottom of the cliff, the barbarian was already orienting himself.

BORUGUND: Let's go, it won't take long for them to find a way down.

The Bare Barbarian led along the stream running through the darkness. Chelestria prayed he knew his way.

They came upon a great stone wall that broke up the canopy enough to let in some moonlight. The wall was at least ten feet high made of stone blocks as tall as a man.

A great hole like a giant's punch marked where the defensive line was penetrated long ago. The Bare Barbarian crawled up into the rubble and beckoned for her to follow. Chelestria climbed up until he could reach her hand and the barbarian helped her to the crest.

Chelestria's bra fell off and the barbarian caught it. He blushed a little when he handed it back.

Only broken stone foundations remained of what must have been barracks and armories and a fully functioning fort. A few trees had gotten past the wall, but the grass and shrub were well into the invasion, growing waist-high up and around the ruins.

BORUGUND: This way.

Staying low in the grass, the barbarian kept them in the shadows as they moved through the fort. The chattering of the orcs was getting closer. It did not make any sense they had kept up the chase this long. Orcs were simple creatures that didn't stray far from their home territory.

This fort had once been huge. This damage looked very old, the structures must go back to the days before the Emperor, when the world was wild. Many of the rubble piles had vegetation growing through, and dirt forming in the cracks. No complete building remained anywhere to take refuge.

The barbarian pulled Chelestria into cover behind a ruin as one of the orcs stepped into the hole in the outer wall.

The moon was bright enough to see the features of the orc's face. It sniffed the air and howled. A moment later, the other two orcs stepped up into the gap as well.

Slowly, they entered the fort and fanned out. The barbarian took her wrist and pulled Chelestria with him through a narrow corridor between two piles of stone.

She couldn't see the orcs anymore, but she could hear them. They chortled and screeched and wailed. They were much too close for comfort when the barbarian reached a shadowed hole in a broken wall. He pushed Chelestria inside and then jammed himself in on top of her.

Just as he'd finally squeezed himself into the hole, a hairy orc foot stepped into view. The only other thing she could see was the head of the Bare Barbarian's giant erection hanging inches from Chelestria's face.

It was possibly the biggest penis she had ever seen. No normal human could achieve this size, it was at least 16 inches long and as big around as a fist. At this point he'd kept it hard for a full day. Chelestria didn't know any herbs that would keep a dick hard that long, so there must be magick at work.

Outside, the orc voices were not going away. They knew humans were close and were attempting to wait out the prey. Chelestria couldn't move any part of her body without the barbarian getting out first, and he was equally stuck. Orcs have a great sense of smell, it was only a matter of time until they sniffed out the right hole.