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The Paladin & The Witch (Calanthas & ObscurePeach)

Calanthas

Calanthas

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Calahan awoke to the sound of chirping birds and rustling leaves, the peaceful sounds of morning filling his ears as the warm orange rays from the sun washed over him. He eased in the serenity, though quickly sat up with a start, peering over to the tree which he had bound his most recent captive too. Fortunately, the girl was still there. Yawning, he rose from his bedroll before rolling it up and securing it tightly with it's drawstring, fastening it to his chestnut destrier's brown leather saddle.

Moving back over to where he had slept, the man took up his swordbelt and set it about his waist, his steel longsword dangling about as he moved. The paladin took this time while the girl slept to pack up the camp and prepare for the day's journey. He ate some food, drank some water, and snuffed out the last few embers of the night's fire before finally consulting the map to determine the day's route. After a few minutes of consideration, he decided to still keep to the backroads. If one travelled fast and light they could often avoid trouble by taking these more less-used, rough roads through the countryside and sparing hamlets of the region.

Finally, after an hour's preparation, and when the morning sun was relatively high in the sky, Calahan went to wake the prisoner. She was a witch charged with practice of illegal magics, more precisely telekinesis and the manipulation of one's mind. Despite her young age, barely passed the onset of womanhood, she had proven to be quite the difficult catch, two paladins having succumbed to her foul magics prior. Though with hardened steel and determination, Calahan had managed to bring her into his clutches. The girl looked the part too, dirtied and slightly bruised along with ragged and badly damaged clothing.

It was with a strong backhand that Calahan aimed to wake the girl,

"Wake up, witch. We still have two days travel to Stormhold", he said sharply in his commanding voice.
 
Roslyn had been awake since he had gotten up, watching him though half-lidded eyes, observing. He was aggravatingly strong willed. The kind of man her mind magic didn’t work against. Oh she could give him horrible nightmares, or she had until he had beaten her for it, but she couldn’t twist his thoughts and turn him into a slave.

So she was twisting him manually. More fun, for sure, but so much harder. Crying out as the backhand struck, sending her to the ground at the base of the tree she was leaning against, Roslyn snarled. She had been pretending to gradually get weaker and weaker as they traveled.

“Beating little girls for fun now, paladin? Bet it gets you hard, knowing what they’ll do to me. You know nothing they do will be worse than what my brother did, right?”

That had been her defense. Her brother, cruel and evil in ways she could never match, torturing her until she broke and helped him with his monstrous urges to rape and kill. He’d been killed by one of their victims and a hidden knife they’d missed, so he wasn’t around to tell anyone she’d been willing from the start.

She struggled to her feet then collapsed again. “Fuck. I’m hanging whether we get there in two days or three. Can you not show the mercy everyone claims you paladins have and let me arrive not already dead on my feet?”
 
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And there she was, back to the whining again. It'd been like this ever since they set off for Stormhold. It was mostly just annoying to hear her hark on for hours on end, though sometimes it sounded like there was a truth to her words, and sometimes Calahan considered just for the smallest second that she might not have been fully to blame here.

The Paladin cast the thought from his mind and undid his captives bond from the tree, grasping the rope in this hand and dragging her by the neck over to his horse. Tying it through his saddle and ensuring the bond was tight, the Paladin was essentially ready to set off again. Though before leaving he turned to the girl and spoke,

"We will reach a river in two hours, there I will permit you to bathe and have your days rations. We will also take a longer rest than usual," he said sharply, before turning and mounting his horse.

With a slight digging of his knees into the steed, the templar ushered it onward.
 
Nodding, Roslyn ducked her head down. “Thank you,” she muttered softly, trying to sound as sincere as possible. As they began to walk, Roslyn focused intently on him. She may not have been able to twist his mind, or even send him full visions when he was awake, but she could give tiny flashes if she focused enough and let his mind fill out the rest. Plus that was harder to attribute to her doing.

She began sending him flashes of her bathing, water running down her slender body, and images of her helplessly bound, powerless to resist his most base urges. She hoped he’d think that was his own mind sending him those thoughts of taking advantage of his prisoner, of her screaming beneath him as he punished her himself.
 
Calahan grimaced as the lewd thoughts crossed over his mind, a subtle hotness washing over his body as he thought about the girl's naked body, her supple young breasts and slim body searing into his mind. He shook his head, grasping the reins tightly as he urged the horse onward. Such foul thoughts instilled the memories of his past in his mind - and thoughts of a man that he had no intention of becoming again. Though, her wet body sure was something alluring, or so it was as he imagined it. The man didn't even think for a second about his captive's skill at mind-manipulation.

After a couple of hours of travel the sound of running water began to echo through the vegetation. Sure enough, soon the captor and captive came across a large, though shallow river that flowed along calmly. If the girl was to stand in it, it would come up about halfway up her thigh. Urging his horse over to a tree, the Paladin quickly dismounted and took his captive's rope, swapping it out for a far longer one. He then fastened her to the tree, the long length of the rope giving the girl about thirty meters of wading space out into the river.

"You've got thirty minutes to bathe, eat and drink", the Paladin said roughly, a strong hand falling on her shoulder. Though he paused for a moment, staring into the girl's pretty, youthful face. The tension in his fingers increased, and he began to pull at her clothing, revealing some of the pale flesh beneath, though he quickly stopped himself and pulled away. Redfaced, he spoke once more, "Make it quick".

The Paladin himself moved to the riverside, a short distance up from the witch and began to undress himself. First he revealed his muscled, hair-strewn torso before splashing his face with some water, some droplets getting caught up in his rough beard. Next he pulled at his trouser's drawstring, ridding himself of the rest of his riding attire. Slowly he stepped into the river, and began to cleanse himself of the dirt and grime which covered his body.
 
“Yes, sir,” Roslyn muttered. She stripped and waded into the cold water, shivering a little. Wading out to the deepest part of the river, she bent to begin washing her legs, scraped and bruised from some falls she’d had during the trip. She made sure to face away from the paladi, glancing at him between her legs and focusing, taking on the roll of the little voice in his head.

“Look at her. She’ll be dead soon anyway. Why waste her?” She whispered in his mind. “With what she and her brother did to all those women? She deserves it.”

She was glad she liked pain, otherwise this would be an incredibly unpleasant experience, if it worked. If she could get him to fall, to betray his paladin oaths, she was sure she could convince him to flee with her. After all, a fallen paladin was just as bad as a murdering little girl.
 
The Paladin tried to avoid looking at the girl, but it proved to be a task too difficult, besides he had to make sure she wasn't trying to flee anyway. It didn't take long for his cock to start filling with arousal, a red flush sweeping over his weathered face. Lessons of morality battled with the lewd justifications in his mind, and the man he had once been began to return in full power. He tried to cast the thoughts away with splashes of cold water, but no matter what he did they wouldn't leave his mind. Sure enough, he soon found himself turning to face naked girl before him, and trudging through the water.

"You little bitch!" he yelled in a more rugged, previously unheard voice, as he grasped her by her small shoulders roughly, tossing her towards more shallow waters. In almost an instant he was upon her, large hand wrapped around the nape of her neck as he gripped his large, fully erect cock in his hand.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson for what you did to those women, girl!" he growled.
 
Roslyn cried out as she was flung into the shallows, nude body scraping against the rocks yet to be smoothed down by the flowing water. Before she could react he was on top of her, a strong grasp on her neck and cock in hand.

“No! No, don’t do this! Please!” She begged, crocodile tears watering in her eyes.

“That’s what their victims said. That didn’t stop them,” she growled in his head even as she began hitting and shoving at his chest. But she was a mage, and her hits were like soft thumps rather than anything effective. Her pushed were less so. Just to make sure he was properly angry, she scratched at his face and sent a much more obvious hammer blow of a mental attack. Or it would have been like a hammer if he wasn’t so resistant to her attacks.
 
Calahan groaned in pain as the witches nails slashed at his face, leaving a few thin red lines of blood behind. The act only angered him. Using his strong knees and his spare hand he painfully, pried the girls legs apart, opening her youthful, almost bare pussy for his pleasure. Next he had the tip of his cock pressed against her lower lips. It took a great deal of pressure to squeeze the bulbous head into her tight passage. Though with some struggle he got it in, and left it there before moving further.

"Stop fucking moving!", he yelled as his grip on her neck tightened, his now free hand grabbing one of her free breasts roughly and squeezing painfully, "I'm gonna fuck you raw", he growled.
 
Wheezing, Roslyn wriggled uselessly beneath him, tears rolling down her muddy cheek. She dug her nails into the wrist of the hand holding her throat, eyes squeezing shut as he began to fondle her breast. It was taking all she had to keep from moaning and begging for more. It reminded her so much of her first time, it was wonderful.

“I didn’t want to hurt them!” She forced out, looking desperately up at him. Damn she was a great actor.

“Take her, she’s a lying whore. She’s a killer. Make her suffer for her crimes. Make her glad to be handed over st Stormhold.”

He was big, and despite being no virgin, she was bleeding as she fought back as best she could, feeling the burning pain of her young hole tearing lightly.
 
"Bullshit!" Calahan yelled as he thrusted into her, blood dripping out and joining with the muddied water as it flowed by gently. He groaned in pleasure as his throbbing, big fleshy rod rubbed her tight little insides. He'd never fucked someone so young before - and it felt great. His hand moved down to her hips, giving him more leverage as he tore into her with his cock. All thoughts of the burden of his responsibility, his creed dissipated as he stared upon Roslyn's youthful bouncing tits. It quickly became less about teaching the little a bitch a lesson and more about pleasuring himself.

With a loud grunt the man ripped himself from the girl's pussy, digging into her side with powerful hands and turning her over onto her front. A strong palm pressed Roslyn's face into the muddy base of the river before moving down to grab her by the throat. He rose her up by the throat and sat her pretty on her knees about his pelvis, once again pressing his cock into the bitch with a spare hand. Then, the falling paladin started fucking her pussy with renewed vigor, his hand squeezing the girl's throat to the point of pain.
 
“Please!” Roslyn begged. For the brief moment he’d been dragging her up, she tried to yank away and scramble to safety but she wasn’t strong and wasn’t trying all that hard. She cried out when he shoved back inside. He was falling, she could practically sense it as he began to choke her, her hole clenching tight around him.

She’d been pushing him to punish her for her sins. Now it was time for the next level. Turning her head, she stared up at him with pleading eyes. It was actually a bit hard to focus.

“Hurt her. It feels good to hurt her. It’ll feel even better if you’re making her scream for mercy.”
 
"Scream, you bitch. Beg for my mercy", he growled into her ear, his throbbing hot cock tearing at her insides. After a few more rough thrusts, he shifted his hand to the back of her neck and slammed her downward, the side of her face grinding into the muddy riverbed, though in the shallows most of her face was still above the water. It was mostly to get away from those pleading eyes, he hated that.

He could feel himself reaching his climax as he thrusted onward, it wouldn't be long now until his release.
 
Roslyn cried out in pain as her face scraped along the rocks, breathing quickly through her nose as she felt his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Please,” she spluttered, sobbing. “Gods, please stop! Please don’t cum in me! Please!”

She didn’t bother whispering in his head any further. This last step she wanted him to take himself with no pushing from her. She couldn’t wait for him to fall. To reveal how she’d played him like a fool. To see the horror on his face. She nearly came just from the thought, clenching like a vice around him.
 
He did not oblige. The man howled as his cock throbbed and twitched, blasting many years supply of seed into her insides before he wrenched himself free, thick ropey strands shooting up her back, one or two even getting caught up in her hair,

Though the overwhelming pleasure didn't last long as he fell backwards, one last surge of cum squirting outward and into the slow flow of the river. His eyes fell to the little girl before him, his seed leaking out of her gaping, bloodied hole.

"No.. no.. NO!", he cried out painfully, "what have I Done?"
 
Shoulders shaking, Roslyn slowly lifted herself up. It became clear she wasn’t shaking with sobs, but with laughter. It was cruel and triumphant as she turned to look at him. “You fell, paladin,” She said with a manic grin on her face.

“You raped a defenseless girl. You loved it, didn’t you? You loved hearing me beg. You loved how I struggled. You loved forcing your cock into an unwilling hole. I could feel it. Let me go. Join me and I’ll help you fulfill your true desire. A desire to cause pain.”
 
Calahan peered upward, a dark expression on his face as he watched the laughing girl. Even now he still couldn't pull his face away from her barely developed breasts as they heaved atop her chest. He couldn't even argue, she didn't speak a single lie. He felt alive during that rut, he felt like it was meant to be.

"I'll... I'll join you", he uttered grimly as he slowly climbed to his feet.
 
“I knew you’d make the right choice,” Roslyn cooed, standing up. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Don’t worry, my darling paladin. You’ll get your fill of unwilling holes, and you can use me to your heart’s content as well,” she said softly, almost tenderly before leaning in to kiss him.
 
Calahan said nothing as he leaned down, closing his eyes as they kissed. It felt wrong, sure, but it felt so good too. Even now as the girl pressed up against him and kissed him he felt his cock stirring, blood bumping into it as the dirty thoughts of the witches violation filled his mind.

He broke the kiss and the thoughts, pulling away slightly, his half erect cock dangling heavily between his thighs.

"What would you have me do?"
 
Roslyn smirked. “Come, my darling. I’ll teach you how to be the tale mothers tell their daughters to keep them in at night. But first, we should travel far away from Stormhold. Before they send people out looking for us. It would be a shame for you to join me in hanging once they realize you’ve fallen.”
 
"I agree. They will suspect something is wrong within a few days. We have an advantage. Where should we go? Do you have any places you used to hide in?" He asked, moving to aid her back to the rivers edge.
 
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