Red Wytch and Bare Barbarian

Chapter 5: A Sweeping Overlook

Chelestria let the energy go and funneled her magick into her run. It felt so good to have her powers back, like an extra limb that had been tied behind her back.

She reached out psychically as she ran, exploring her surroundings once more. She could feel the life essence of plants, trees, nearby animal life. Her extra senses mapped the landscape around her.

The Bare Barbarian caught up and ran right beside her. His gigantic erection bounced like a mast with each stride. How was she supposed to get rid of this guy?

Rain came down in a steady pour, soaking the barbarian. His long hair hung about his face in wet curls. The rain didn't touch Chelestria. Her hair was dry and clean like she had just come from a hairdresser, not run through the woods for two days.

Chelestria walked at the edge of the road, splashing through the puddles that formed in the ruts. Without a word of warning, she dashed into the scrub, pushing through branches and brambles. Her magick protected her skin and closed the path behind her so the barbarian had to break through a tightly woven wall of underbrush.

BORUGUND: Stop! Chelestria!

He broke through much further in than Chelestria was expecting before he had to stop and rest. Chelestria waited, now with a thick tangle of scrub hiding all but her head from him.

CHELESTRIA: That isn't my name. I don't know who you are looking for.

The barbarian held up Chelestria's bra.

BORUGUND: I found this in the stream.

CHELESTRIA: Keep it.

He stood and pushed forward into the brush, attempting to climb over the thick vegetation. Chelestria backed off slowly. He would not be able to catch her now that she had her magick back. The barbarian extended his arm, holding out the bra. Chelestria snatched it out of his hand and and tucked her breasts back into it.

CHELESTRIA: You have me confused with...

BORUGUND: You don't really think I could forget your face? Your hair? Your... your...

CHELESTRIA: My ass?

Chelestria emphasized with a slap on her cheek.

BORUGUND: The way you can create energy from nothing or command an orc to do your bidding. You are the girl known as Chelestria to my tribe. Red Wytch. I have been sent to capture you.

CHELESTRIA: Did you see me command that orc? I could make you do anything I want.

Through great effort the Bare Barbarian got himself up over the tangle of vegetation Chelestria had put in his path and landed before her, his penis bouncing up and down like a spring.

BORUGUND: Yes.

CHELESTRIA: That means you're the prisoner now.

The barbarian stared but did not respond. He was enormous, at least half over as wide as a normal man, and so tall Chelestria barely looked at his collar. The Al Sigal had normal sized dicks though, nothing like the beast he carried at full attention.

CHELESTRIA: You will do as I say or I will burn you to a crisp, you got me?

The Bare Barbarian said nothing.

CHELESTRIA: Answer me!

BORUGUND: I would not want to be burned to a crisp.

Chelestria wanted a bath and a warm fire. Maybe she could even get that giant dick inside her if the barbarian behaved himself.

CHELESTRIA: Can we reach Triangle before nightfall?

BORUGUND: Without horses? We will be lucky if we can reach it before nightfall tomorrow.

Chelestria used her magick to clear a path for them back to the road, but the downpour had turned it into a river of mud. Chelestria followed the barbarian for a time on the road until he diverted and took them off the track into a swampy basin between some hills.

Now that she was back to full power, Chelestria was unhindered, but the Bare Barbarian was clearly struggling with the difficult terrain. Still he was marching on like a soldier without any encouragement. All the while he maintained that big red erection.

Orcs don't use magick, and they don't kidnap women. They had to be sent by someone. Her first impulse had been Hook. He was creepy enough that he must have orc connections, but that made less sense as she thought about it.

The rain slowed and stopped. This kind of storm never lasted long. There was still too much muck on the ground to make travel any easier. Chelestria felt her magick becoming diluted and weaker. She had never run out of magick, but it would continue to decline in potency until she could recharge.

After slogging through ankle-deep marshland for more than an hour, The Bare Barbarian took her up the steep incline of a hill. The scrub was cleared out between the trees, but there were many fallen logs and splayed roots that had to be navigated. At least they made for easy climbing.

Chelestria had to hop between roots and trunks to steady herself, though the barbarian got right down on all fours to climb. He stayed just far enough ahead of Chelestria to give her a perfect view of his puckered asshole.

CHELESTRIA: Why exactly did we come this way? I know there are roads that lead to Triangle.

BORUGUND: This way will take half a day off the trip and I know a place to camp at the top.

CHELESTRIA: I don't want to camp!

Chelestria hopped from a root to branch and missed. She dropped to her belly on the slope, but could not find a grip. She grabbed with her magick, but missed as well and found herself with a face full of mud.

Bracing himself on a rock and root, the barbarian dropped down to help her. Chelestria grabbed his thigh, but it was slick with rain, and she got her other hand around his wrist.

Chelestria lost her footing and her feet went into a full swing across the face of the slope. The barbarian pulled her up until she could get a grip on an exposed root and steady her body, her face poised once more only a few inches from the Bare Barbarian's gigantic penis.

He grabbed Chelestria's wrist and pulled her to the safety of a rock ledge where she could catch her bearings.

BORUGUND: Are you okay?

CHELESTRIA: I'm okay. I'm okay.

She wasn't okay. Some hours had passed since Rim had taken the mask off her face. For the first time in several days, Chelestria had felt that very familiar itch in her groin. It was the creeping desire she could not hold back. The curse had returned with her magick.

The barbarian went about finding a solid foot-hold. Now that she had her magick back, she could fuck him. She could get that entire cock inside her and ask for more. He located a sturdy root that held his weight when he put his foot up on it.

CHELESTRIA: Where are we going?

BORUGUND: We will see Triangle from the top of this hill. You will see how much further we have to go.

Chelestria's magick made the mud dry up and flake away. She didn't want to fuck the barbarian right here, but she didn't know how long it would take to a more comfortable spot at the top of the hill. The itch was growing into a throb that would grow larger until it devoured her mind. Once it started the energy moved fast through her body and she needed to get herself an orgasm or get herself punished fast.

CHELESTRIA: How far is it to the top?

BORUGUND: As far as it takes.

CHELESTRIA: Are we close? Will we be there soon?

BORUGUND: We will be there before dark. We can make a fire.

CHELESTRIA: Why is your dick so hard?

BORUGUND: I don't want to talk about it.

CHELESTRIA: Your cock has been like a flagpole for about two days now, what's going on?

BORUGUND: Please don't look at it.

Chelestria had never seen an Al Sigal show shame before. The barbarian's cheeks were turning red. Now that Chelestria had her magick back, she was able to examine his penis ethereally. She had expected his gigantic member to be the result of some spell or incantation, but there was no trace of any other wizard touching the barbarian's penis. This dick was entirely natural and the erection had lasted on its own.

CHELESTRIA: Do you want to take care of it? I think we can help each

other.

BORUGUND: Unless you want your backside to feel my hand again, Wytch, you will keep your mind off my manhood.

That would help her just as much, unfortunately.

Chelestria's vagina ached with desire, and the crotch of her panties were sodden. The barbarian resumed the climb. The ascent was steep enough that they could stand upright with only a small lean forward to keep them balanced.

As the curse energy festered inside her, it was hard for Chelestria to think of anything but the barbarian's enormous erection. Her entire abdomen felt hot. She squeezed and released the muscles of her pussy to generate enough stimulation to stave it off.

CHELESTRIA: Has it always been this big? Your penis?

BORUGUND: Ignore it.

CHELESTRIA: I can't, it's the biggest thing I've ever seen.

He raised his big, meaty hand as a threat.

BORUGUND: I'm warning you.

The Al Sigal spanked their women for everything. The tribes were known as Bare Barbarians because the men wore no clothes before marriage. Married men and all women and girls were dressed all the time. When a woman misbehaved she was brought before the tribe, stripped naked and spanked by the elders. Chelestria misbehaved a lot.

This had helped her get her life under control. Before that her life had been a jumbled mess of chaotic stumbling before her curse took control. She didn't know anything could prevent it until the first time she was bent over and paddled before a bunch of old men.

Piles of rock suggested there may once have been a structure at the top of the hill. When they reached the small flat area at the crest, Chelestria could see that nothing remained of that but broken stone.

From here there was a perfect view of Triangle in the distance. They would have to walk all night and all day to get there at least, and Chelestria could see no clear path down the other side of the mountain from here.

She wasn't thinking about that though. She was thinking about the Bare Barbarian laying her out in the dirt and thrusting that giant cock into her. As her curse descended, that penis looked like all that could save her. If Chelestria did not relieve herself soon, she would not be able to control her libido any longer.

BORUGUND: This is the best place to camp. I think we will be safe to make a fire.

CHELESTRIA: Your warriors do not wear clothes before you are married. Does that mean you have never known a woman.

The barbarian looked angry at the question.

BORUGUND: I did not tell anyone what you did to me. Only the spell you cast and what you stole from the Valuables Tent.

She had suspected, but now Chelestria knew who she was looking at. This large man looks much different from the small boy she had seen last many years ago. Chelestria grinned at him and pulled down the strap of her panties a little.

CHELESTRIA: What if we find a way to make it even?

BORUGUND: I don't do things like that.

Chelestria's demands were becoming demanding. She needed to relieve this pressure fast, and she would like to avoid releasing it with a spanking if she could. "I can get it in me, if that's what you're worried about. I have spells for that, don't worry."

The barbarian didn't immediately register what she was saying, but he looked angry again when he did.

BORUGUND: If I did something like that, I wouldn't do it with you!

Chelestria was too angry and sexually frustrated to be offended.

CHELESTRIA: I want a fire! Go collect firewood. That's a command!

The barbarian chuckled with a snort out his nose and stood up. He shook his head a little and exited.

While he was gone, Chelestria used her magick to pull the big rocks out of the ground and arrange them in a fire pit. Then she broke logs for them to sit on and used the scraps as kindling to start a fire. She leveled the ground for them to lay down and have a little comfort at long last. If Chelestria was going to be stuck up here with this guy, she might as well enjoy it.

It felt so good to have her magick back. It rippled through every inch of Chelestria's body, giving a constant tickle. She hadn't realized how important it was until the magick had been ripped away. She felt whole again, not to mention horny.

The old need had come back just as strong, she was going to need to be careful. She crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs together tightly. Sometimes this was all she needed to stimulate her clit. magick skittered across her nerves. Her body felt close to bursting, but she was not there yet.

The magick built inside her like steam, rumbling Chelestria's molecules, but still she couldn't cum. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside to put pressure directly on her clit. She imagined forcing the barbarian down and putting him inside her.

He had to be in pain, he needed to let her relieve the pressure. She put two fingers inside herself, wondering what the barbarian would feel like. His dick was as large as her wrist, and long enough to strike his navel.

She would need magick for sure, no normal woman could fuck that thing. She found her rhythm, and her body tensed, growing closer and closer...

BORUGUND: Is that all you do?

The Bare Barbarian dropped an armload of firewood into the pit. Chelestria fixed the crotch of her panties.

CHELESTRIA: I got the fire started.

The barbarian knelt beside the pit and began to arrange the wood.

BORUGUND: It is a good looking campsite. Thank you.

Chelestria couldn't take her eyes off that dick.

CHELESTRIA: Do you want to come over here and finish what I started?

When he looked up in shock Chelestria spread her legs so there was no question about her meaning.

BORUGUND: You know my answer.

CHELESTRIA: I could really use it right now. I won't tell your chieftains or whatever.

He did not respond, and went about putting the wood together in the fire pit. Chelestria rubbed herself.

CHELESTRIA: Are you going to be mad if I finish?

He did not look up. She pulled her panties down to her knees.

CHELESTRIA: Are you going to be mad if I finish while staring at your big, fat cock.

The barbarian shifted to hide his erection as best he could. When he looked up and saw Chelestria still stroking herself, he repositioned so his back was to her. After this, Chelestria didn't care at all, and his butt was not bad to look at either. She needed to get this done now, or he would not have a choice, and he might not survive.

For all her grunting and moaning behind him, the Bare Barbarian would not even look at her. She cried out when she came, but the yelps were harder than the disappointing orgasm. Chelestria tried to enjoy its fleeting reverberations as long as she could, but she really thought she could bring him in before the end. At least she was safe for a few hours again.

His eyes went once to her fingers still inside herself, but he kept himself from looking again after that. Chelestria took her hand out and sat up. She wiped her fingers on her stomach and watched him, waiting for any kind of response. He had nothing past pretending she wasn't there. He sat with his legs pulled up to his chest, his erection reaching nearly to his chin. The sun was gone now, and a chill was in the air.

CHELESTRIA: What are you thinking about?

BORUGUND: I don't like to be a prisoner.

CHELESTRIA: I can sympathize.

They were quiet again.

CHELESTRIA: How long has it been hard like that?

BORUGUND: I would prefer we don't talk about my maleness.

CHELESTRIA: Does it hurt? It shouldn't stay like that.

BORUGUND: (angry) I said don't talk about it!

They were quiet again. Chelestria looked out at the lights of Triangle in the distance.

Chelestria had never seen the city from this angle. It was huge, spread out from the Bay of Blades, up the coast until it was contained by the hills and mountains beyond. Chelestria had done her fair share of travel to learn her magick, and Triangle was the biggest city she had ever seen.

She heard stories of of great trading empires to the south past the Wild Lands, but she had not yet got that far. Some were far back in Time and quite primitive, while others existed many years in the future. These kind of journeys were taxing on a body.

She could see now how it was easy to get caught up in Triangle for as long as she did. There was so much to explore, and a day had not gone by that Chelestria that she did not find something new. Most of that, she stole.

Al Sigal men didn't treat their women good, but their vows of chastity made them less rapey than most. Their gods tell them that the Al Sigal men will lose their ability to fight if they cum in a woman that is not his wife.

She had found most Al Sigal men, especially the married men, quickly put aside those vows with little persuasion. They kept their women obedient with frequent public spankings, but were otherwise not violent. If this Al Sigal tried to come at her for a spanking again he was getting his arms broken off backwards.

After a long silence, Chelestria spoke.

CHELESTRIA: I do remember you. I thought it was you when we crossed the river, but I was sure by the time you asked me. You look different.

BORUGUND: You remember what you did to me?

CHELESTRIA: I hope they didn't find out I touched your dick, they would have kicked you out of the tribe forever. Did you tell them I put it in my mouth? Your purity is gone, how do you even fight?

BORUGUND: I did not spill my seed, and... I did not tell them.

CHELESTRIA: That was smart. Your dick was not that big last time. Tell me about it.

The barbarian's jaw was set, he was not in a playful mood. That good orgasm was not coming any time soon.

BORUGUND: Do you remember what you did to me after?

Chelestria chuckled.

CHELESTRIA: I do.

BORUGUND: They did it. Every last one. I got dressed up like you told me and I could not break your spell until I had stood before everyone in my tribe. Even the maids and the young girls.

Chelestria took a shocked breath. That changed some things. She didn't stick around long enough to see if he followed her command. Chelestria had done a quick raid of the valuables tent, grabbed the idol they called 'Voryak,' a few gems and left the Al Sigal behind forever.

Back when Chelestria was staying with his tribe, she didn't know how powerful her magick was. Chelestria didn't learn until she was living in Triangle that being nude increased her power, but she was frequently nude when she was with the tribe, and everything always went her way.

Boys on patrol would find her coming out of the Valuables tent, and she would step out of her robe. All of them were happy to have their dicks sucked to let Chelestria pass without incident. The Al Sigal believed a woman could get pregnant if a man came in her mouth, so the boys always shot it on her face or chest.

This had been the one single Bare Barbarian Chelestria had encountered that believed his honor was more important than getting his dick sucked. He already had it in her mouth, he was already guilty, she pleaded that he finish now and no one talk about it again, and he was not falling for her usual incantations.

To escape him, Chelestria flooded his brain with a command. She was able to use this ability, but she had no concept of how powerful her magick was. She had not given him another thought until two nights ago when he rescued her from the orcs.

CHELESTRIA: So you have a personal vendetta to make me face justice?

BORUGUND: I was banished for letting you escape with our sacred Voryak.

That explains why he is so dour, but still not the dick.

They were silent again, but the barbarian was even more uncomfortable than before. He looked far to his left to avoid even a glimpse of Chelestria. She had to push this, needed to take it as far as the situation would allow.

CHELESTRIA: So you don't lose your grace if I make you put it in my mouth? As long as you don't cum?

The muscles in his neck tightened.

BORUGUND: I would not speak about it like that.