The Magic Ring, Pt. 4
The Priestess and the Captain
The priestess explains the new facts to her sweetheart...


The sun was setting over the village, but the forge was not yet cool. 
Across the village square red light spilled from the door, and those who 
came close felt heat pour forth into the autumn air. The streets were nearly 
empty, though, as shops closed and folk sat to their evening meals. But in 
the forge, the man called the Captain was smelting iron. As the shadows 
covered the courtyard, a tall figure crossed to the door of the forge.
Squat, grizzled and mighty, he pumped the bellows that powered the furnace. 
His thick arms bore down on the shaft, and the air blew the coals up white 
hot. In the center was the pile of ore, glowing a dull red. Sweat ran down 
his bare chest, and his blue eyes reflected the firelight.
He was surprised to feel hands running down his back, and he jumped a 
little, grunting. An alto voice chuckled and an arm went around his neck, 
lips at his ear. He released the shaft of the bellows and spun around to 
face the lovely lips of Aedwinna, priestess of the coven of Merrivale. She 
stood several inches taller than he, and now she pressed her big bosom to 
his bare chest, wetting her gown with his sweat. She kept her arm around his 
neck, and crushed his mouth to hers.

The Captain was used to this, and he stood fast, and swelled his chest 
against her, making her pull herself to him. To his surprise she pulled back 
in turn, pulling him a little off-balance, and catching him in both arms, 
mouth still pressed to his. Then she broke off, stood back and gave him an 
evil grin.

"Good day, sir," she said saucily, and stuck out her chest. "It's been some 
little while since we've had an evening to ourselves..." The Captain gazed 
with pleasure on the mature woman, taking in her red lips, blue eyes and 
full figure. But today, he noted that her waist seemed more slender, her 
shoulders broader than before. He reached out and cupped one big breast in 
his hand, feeling it big and round, firmer than he recalled.

But that simply slid from his mind as his lust rose in him, and he stepped 
in and put his arms around the taller woman, kissing her deeply. He ran his 
hands over her back and cupped her big ass in his hands, squeezing. He felt 
her arms go around his neck, and then he felt them tightening, squeezing 
harder and harder. This had been a game between them for many years. 
Aedwinna was the priestess of the witches' coven in the district, and she 
fancied her 6' woman's body to be strong. She loved to take small men in her 
arms and use them, her big arms stronger than many men's. But the Captain 
was the village smith, and a former warrior, and, though he was several 
inches shorter, was much stronger than the woman. So she viewed him as a 
challenge, and they would grapple and squeeze one another in their 
lovemaking.

Now he felt her arms tighten again, and he decided to lay her down on the 
straw in the corner, as he had done many times. He grabbed her around the 
waist (was it really so much smaller and harder than before?) and lifted, 
but she didn't budge more than an inch. She was heavy! He raised his eyes in 
surprise, and found her smiling down at him. "Something wrong, big man?" she 
asked, kissing him. "You'd better look after your forge, smith, or your 
evening's labor will be lost."

He turned, and saw the fire beginning to fade, the ore within, cooling 
unacceptably.  "Och aye, Aedwinna - did ye have to distract me at just this 
moment?" He reached for the big bellows and pushed, the air slowly flowing 
into the fire.  "Let me help, Captain," Aedwinna said, and took the handles 
from him, bumping him aside with a big hip.

To the grizzled smith's amazement, the woman began pumping the huge bellows 
easily and smoothly. The bellows was wider than a man's shoulders, and as 
high as the Captain's height. Aedwinna took the two high handles in her big 
hands and pumped, and the fire blew hot and fast. "See to your iron, smith!" 
she hollered, and the man jumped to it, catching the runoff iron in the 
molds waiting for them, while the woman kept the fire white hot. This she 
did for several minutes, as the molten metal ran.

At last the work was done, and the iron was cooling in the molds. Aedwinna 
made a great sigh and grunt, and flung off her tunic, exposing her upper 
body over her skirt. The Captain stared in bemusement at his lover's body. 
Where she had always been thick and strong she was now thicker, harder and 
rippling with muscle. Her big bosom stood high, and she stretched her arms 
and shoulders, her muscles popping and sliding under white skin. She looked 
into the man's eyes, and smiled, saying, "Look at me, Captain." She flexed 
her arm, as she had seen the plowboys do, and it swelled with stony flesh. 
"This is the blessing that is going to free us from Baron Robert!"

She raised her arms over her head, and swung her body in a quick dance 
step, her breasts swinging firm with her hips. "Come here, my dusty smith, 
and let's do the old dance..."

A man of few words, the smith didn't say no.

As they embraced, they moved toward the hay-room, off to their left.  
Suddenly the Captain felt himself lifted from the floor, and the two fell 
over into the mounded hay, with the big priestess on top. He put his hands 
on her shoulders and made to roll her over as he commonly did, but again he 
was foiled - she didn't move. He grunted and pushed at her, but she felt to 
him like pushing against a wall. He saw the muscles in her shoulders and 
chest flex and tighten, and she leaned forward and took his two big biceps 
in her hands, pressing him downward into the hay, and squeezing his sides 
with her thick thighs.

Her thighs bore down hard, and he flexed his torso, hardening his waist 
against her. She smiled down at him and kissed him, still holding him pinned 
(he hadn't tried seriously to escape yet - she liked this position, he 
knew). He felt her hands squeezing his biceps and her legs pressing his 
sides, and he found himself feeling the power of her grips. She was 
beginning to hurt him! He began to make a real effort to overturn her, but 
she rode him, staying on top by skillful effort and strength, and he felt 
his hands pulled over his head by the force of her arms - arms that swelled 
and rippled with thick muscle that he knew she'd never had before. Her lips 
plunged down onto his, and for a minute he enjoyed his position. Then she 
pulled away. keeping his wrists pinned above his head, her face just over 
his.

"See old man, your woman has finally done it!" she crowed, stretching his 
arms hard, even as he tried to pull against her. Her greater height made it 
easy for her to stretch him. To his astonishment, he could not escape at 
all.

"But what have you done, you crazy witch?!" he growled, staring up at her 
red lips, her thick shoulders, her breasts, so clearly firmer and higher 
than they had been. "Goddess, you're lovely!" he murmered, and pressed his 
lips up against her breasts, bending his neck to reach her.

She clutched his head to her bosom, releasing his wrists.  She wrapped his 
head in her arms, her big, hard biceps around his ears, driving his face 
between her round bosoms, flexing her thick, padded chest and shoulders 
against him. He struggled, as he realized that his air was gone. He grabbed 
her wrists and pulled, trying in vain to free himself, but her arms were 
like tree limbs, umovable.

She murmered to him, " See, my sweet, You're just the man, now. I'm the 
woman, the big strong woman..." She tightened her hold and he felt his 
breath failing him, his mouth and nose imprisoned. He gripped her arms, hard 
as oak, and felt his awareness slipping away, as she squeezed. In a minute, 
the big priestess felt him go slack in her arms. She slackened her crushing 
squeeze and let him draw a thin breath against her bosom. As his eyes 
fluttered, she loosened her hold and offered her big nipple to him, rubbing 
it lightly on his lips. He fell to sucking it, familiar with the territory, 
and soon he was hard against her.

In a smooth roll, she put herself atop him, and took his hardness into her. 
Keeping his head trapped, and his hips squeezed in her thighs, she used him 
for a while, until he was spent. The fire that was always between them was 
stronger than ever now, as she finally worked her will on the hard, strong 
man, making him moan and buck beneath her.

When they were done, she told him the whole tale. She told him how one of 
their witches had made a great discovery, had made a magical ring which gave 
her great stature and strength. She told him also of their experiments, by 
which they discovered that the power of the ring could be extended to 
others, through the power of sexual contact. She flexed her big, new arm for 
him, and compared it to his steely blacksmith's muscle. Her biceps were as 
big as his, her triceps nearly as big. Since she was taller than he, and her 
arm longer, she seemed to actually have a greater mass of hard flesh than 
the grizzled Captain.

The two locked hands, and playfully began to armwrestle. The Captain began 
gently, but he couldn't even push the big woman's arm with anything but his 
full strength. Using all his might he could move her, but she smiled, and 
pushed back hard. For some minutes she held him, and he held her, but 
finally, slowly, the long-trained, rock-hard muscles of the Captain began to 
give way. His biceps trembled, and his wrist bent backward moved by the 
power of her big arm, and finally she slammed his arm down onto the hay.

Reaching an arm behind his head she pulled his lips to hers. Then she said, 
"Listen Alfwynn," she said, using the real name that few new, "we must 
convene the coven. We must hold the grand sabbat, and let the Goddess' 
blessing be spread among the witches." She rolled on top of him again, and 
lay with her lips close to his, saying "If the blessing can do this with a 
40-year-old woman, imagine what it will do with our strong young women and 
men!"

The Captain was the priest of the coven, nearly equal to the priestess in 
authority, just as he was now nearly her equal in strength. With his head 
spinning and his arm aching from his defeat, he could only nod and whisper, 
growling quietly, "As you will, Lady, so it will be!"