Chapter 3; the great outdoors

Covered in sweat Samar sat down on a dry spot on the rocks. He checked the clock, he had only been hiking for 7 minutes. Looking out over the fantastical mountain range Samar wondered if there had ever been places like this back home. Small waterfalls dotted the landscape all feeding into the large river below. There was a forest below filled with tall trees. There were- A clap of thunder followed by a **** scream broke Samar from his daydreaming. The scream was followed by another clap of thunder. While his body was weaker than it had been previously his intuition seemed to be the opposite, despite there being mountains on all sides he had a pretty good idea where to go. Samar summoned his wings and with a running start jumped off the ledge.

The wind whip passed him, the rush, the exhilaration. There was no learning curve, this was just another part of his body. You don’t think to pick something up, you simply do it. This was the feeling of freedom he had always craved, freedom from the tyranny of the ground. Samar’s thoughts were cut short by another crack of thunder.

He soared, catching an updraft he found himself well above where he was intending. Down below, in a small valley within a gorge he could faintly see several grey figures moving into a tight circle.

An unfamiliar instinct responded to his need to get to the ground and took over. Wings folded, a dive, wings spreading, skyward once again. A spiral loop up, speed bleeding away. A soft glide to the ground.

Instincts fell away and his active mind caught up. He was on the ground again. Before him three moving statues, and a number of moving green blobs. The nearest blob seemed to leap onto one of the statues. The statue, clawing at the goo, its sharp claws slashing through the viscous creature in panic. It bellowed in rage, breath like invisible fire blackened the goo however the burn bits just sloughed off. It leapt again, this time through the statue's open mouth. The statue struggled, claw’s digging deep furrows in its own face trying to get at the slime. The statue’s belly distended, for a moment it looked pregnant before shattering with a thunderous crack.

There were five of the slimes and now only two of the moving statues. Two of the slimes leapt at them. One of the Statue’s, the one with wings dogged to one side using its wings, scrambling on four legs for a moment it quickly took to the air. It let out a trail of curses as it fled. Samar ignored a pop up, saying something about learning a language. The other statue had not been so lucky, one of the other slimes stuck itself to it’s leg and began crawling its way up.

While these statues were not human, the one before him was close; a tall woman, skin made of a sort of organic stone, a pair of horns jutting from her forehead like a pair of curved shortswords. Eyes glowing with an inner fire, while she was not human, the slimes did not seem like they were the talkative type.

With a thought he dismissed his wings and dashed forward. The statue kept it’s mouth closed however the slime seemed to be forcing its way past her clenched teeth, in through her nose, any orifice that it could. In the moments that it took him to reach her, her stomach already started to bloat, she struggled feebly at the vicious creature, her eyes met Samar’s pleading. Jabbing both hands into the green goo Samar roared “шок.”

The bolt of electricity shot from his hands, danced through the goo and found a small stone. The stone shattered and the viscous creature liquified. The statue, no longer struggling with something alive violating its insides rolled over and began reaching.

Pain exploded on Samar’s hands, like burning his hands, no this was worse. The only time he felt such pain was when he had frostbite on his hands. When he had put them under the faucet and the nerves came alive again. The pain was blinding, tears filled his eyes and he screamed in agony.

Something wet latched onto his shoulder. Reacting on instinct, he activated Overdrive reached back as power welled in one hand and hissed “шок.” The Goo lost its form and splashed down his back. The burning pain was intent but nothing compared to his hands, on that though the burning was lessened. Either both were canceling each other out or his nerves were dying. Shaking the useless thoughts from his head and in a move that would make Goku proud, both hands together he, still half blind from pain he focused power into both of his hands activating Overdrive and roar “ударная pука” trusting in lighting to guide itself.

He suddenly stumbled back uncertain of where he was. A thought screamed at him but he couldn’t place the reason. A pop up was flashing but with a thought he sent it away. Beside him was a dark grey figure on its hands and knees coughing. Most of its clothes had been burned off. She had a small pair of breasts and an amazing ass. Samar leaned over and gave the glorious ass a squeeze, firm without too much jiggle, a lot like a hockey player's ass, a perfect ass. The horned woman, ‘heehe horny woman’ glared at him, her hand snapped out and caught him under the chin. She turned his face to a blob a little ways away. Samar looked at the blob then tried to turn his head back to the perfect ass. Her hand however felt as hard as a rock and he couldn’t turn his head. A solution came to him and he pulled out the шок’ing stick and passed it to her.

She took it, her fiery eyes flickered and a demonic grin spread over her face. He did not like that grin. She let go of his face and he flopped to the ground, while the ground was wet it didn’t create any further burning. ‘Why did I think water would burn?’ Then Samar realized he could feel a fog lifting, like the feeling of being so sleepy that you can barely keep your eyes open to being if not wide awake more present.

He looked at the notification.

(Minor mana Fatigue, until Debuff has timed out, Max Concentration, will power, intuition is reduced by 20% when Concentration falls below 45% your mental status will drop equivalent to medium intoxication. when Concentration falls below 20% your mental status will drop equivalent to **** intoxication. when Concentration falls 0% before debuff has timed out user will be afflicted by Advanced Mana Fatigue)

With a thought he minimized that, while he didn’t read all of it he got the idea, slow your roll. The problem with that was that right now that wasn’t an option. In front of him, the statue with the great ass just used the second and last charge. Stomped towards the final slime and struck it. ‘Oh lord, she didn’t know about the charges’ still feeling drunk he scrambled for them. The slime was battling with her, smothering her face, Samar could see her panicked look directed at him. Rushing up Samar could feel the power growing in his hands. He had only the one shot left in him, he was going to make it count. Both hands **** into the viscous creature he felt the searing pain again and finished his spell “шок”

***

Palming something squishy, something hard and perky between two fingers. He felt hard till a cool breeze caressed his balls, bringing him to alertness. He was being carried on someone's shoulders, their arm woven over his leg and gripping his right forearm like an army-man carry. His left hand had something soft, he rolled it back forth then pinched it. A soft yelp came from the one carrying him ‘ahh shit.’

A feminan voice with what was like a mix between a Scottish and Russian accent “feels like yar awake.” It felt like his gut dropped out from beneath him and his manhood quickly hid. “Aww don’t be getting soft on me now”

His mouth was as dry as when his sister found his porn collection “I...ahhhh..” he couldn’t think of an excuse, “are you going to kill me now?” She chuckled “no, magus. Ya saved my life and are under the effects of Mana Fatigue. Such things are known to happen.”

“I’m still under it?”

“Yer hand's still touchen ma breast.” to his surprise his hand never dropped, deciding to push his luck he gave her another squeeze and a pinch. She let out a cute moan, then shrugged him off her shoulders.

To his surprise he landed on leaves and dirt, not rocks and earth. (yes there is a difference) the strong earthy smell helped ground him, the pinecone stabbing into his leg made him all too aware that he was naked. A pair of heavy footsteps drew his attention. His eyes found a pair of clawed, stone grey, feet. As he’s eyes traveled up the leg’s he found a lovely pair of thicc thighs that could crush a watermelon. A lovely pair of lips, a chiseled six pack, a small pair of B’s that lead up to a warriors face. A pair of horns as long as his forearm, her hair a valkyrie cut, to the scalp on the sides and long on top. Her mouth glowed orange and her eyes held literal fire. An amused look on her lips “liking what ya see?”

With a reverent nod “Beautiful”

Her breath caught and she looked surprised. There was the sound of a sizzle that drew his eyes down, her lower lips were dripping. His eyes met hers and the statue blushed “ya been teasing me n’ ” her fiery eyes shied away “ya have soft hands.”

Crawling forward “I need to take responsibility for that then.” until that moment he didn’t realize a statue could blush, or a hardened warrior could look so cute. Placing a hand on her amazing ass and the other on her lower back he kissed his way down her chiseled abs. He felt her hands claw through his hair as he kissed her bellybutton. He made a special kiss over where her womb would be and she whimpered. He ran tongue along her slit, She moaned “Great Faeher.”

He heard the sizzle of cooked meat before he felt it. Reflexes kicked in before he knew it and he had shoved off before he fully realized what happened. “Shit!” she shouted “I’m so sorry Samar, I ah, umm.” her frantic eyes glanced left then right before reaching into a satchel at her hip. “here’s another one” His hands went to his tongue and was halfway through casting healing hands when she appeared with a red vial. Shaking his head he finished casting and the pain went away. “I have healing magic, and a trait that makes it so that I don’t actually need components for Vivimancy. Lets save those for a **** situation.”

She gave him a look between embarrassment and disappointment “I-I’m going to set up camp for the night.” Samar nodded, then realized that it was getting dark “how long was I out for?”

“Most of the day, you had ‘Advanced Mana fatigue’ which you’ll be operating at half power till tomorrow.” He nodded, that pit in his stomach. Like hearing about everything he did when he was blacked out drunk. “So you know my name, what is yours?”

She gave him a ruffle “I am called Solveig, I am a Gargoyle and a warrior of the Fireheart tribe.” Samar watched her as she moved about setting things up. At first he was admiring her figure but he began to notice other things, primarily she was holding his satchel protectively. “What's in there?”

She instinctively clutched the bag “nothing.” Samar gave her a look “you're terrible at lying.” she looked torn about it and Samar raised his hand “if it's not something that might harm me, you don’t need to tell me.”

A relieved expression came over her face “thank you Samar.”

It finally occurred to him “How do you know my name?” and she snorted “I forget, ya haven’t been in thar the whole day.” she gave him a rueful grin “You were talking; jabbering about some game, ****, bout my perfect ass.” she said last one with a bit of resignation. Samar snorted “feeling a bit hot over there.”

She stretched, her hands moving passed her head “mhMmmm” as her hands outlined her athletic body “too hot for you to handle.” Smiling at her teasing “how about this, we try again, once I’m done with you. You help me out” he gestured to his painfully hard erection. She looked interested, her fiery eyes glowed brighter “and how might you do that.”

Samar strode up to her, standing toe to toe. He found she was shorter than him, roughly 5’8 (176cm) to his 6’2 (188cm) though the **** of personality she carried made her seem taller. “are you willing to trust me?” she gave him an uncertain look. “Yes?”

Samar nodded “our safeword will be Pineapple, if you feel uncomfortable with anything, say it and I will stop anything sexual.” her uncertain look grew “this will be needed for?”

A hungry grin spread across his face “my usual tricks are not going to work” he slid his hand over her crotch and her hips instinctively bucked. His other hand on her ass, he drew her into an embrace “I cannot kiss your beautiful lips.” she purred as he trailed kisses down her neck and gasped as he squeezed her tit “I cannot have you as a lover” he thrust his aching member up along her crotch and she mewed. One hand reached up and grabbed a horn and firmly **** it and her head to one side and nibbled her ear “I will instead need to Dominate you” with a growl “to own you.” his hand came down and slapped her ass.

She gasped “P-Pineapple”

Samar pulled back “sorry” with a worried look “did I hurt you?”

She shook her head “no” she looked down, “umm.” she was still panting with arousal but she looked conflicted “what you were doing, it was” she paused “unusual, but thank you for stopping."

Samar nodded “it is a kink that can go pretty far but one thing with it is that it's built around trust.” she nodded her head and suddenly looked **** “do you have something that is less, aggressive? I was enjoying what you were doing before, before the domination bit.” Samar nodded and stepped forward again, he lifted his hand to touch her and gave her a look asking for permission. She nodded. One hand went to the horn he had gripped before and he felt her slightly flinch, moving his hand up to it he gently ran his hand over, caressing it.

He made soft shushing noises, like a parent over their child. She nuzzled herself into him, with his other hand he gently rubbed the spot where he spanked her. He could feel her hot breath wash over him, and a part of him wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Instead he did the next best thing and wrapped tightly in a hug. They held each other there for a time till he started to hear her breathing increase. He leaned down and gave her to her surprise a kiss, it was a chaste kiss and it burned his lips but still a kiss. “Maybe I will take you as my lover.” her eyes widened as he began to kiss his way down her neck, then to her nipples. As he made love to her cute little breasts she began moaning, sounding closer and closer. Then he stopped and pulled back.

She looked at him in shock “No-nonononon I was, I was almost.” an evil grin spread across his face “don’t worry my love, I have a plan for you.” Samar moved the sleeping blanket to a nearby rock and sat down in a sort of lounge position, “come” he commanded and indicated his lap.

A look of understanding spread on her face and she smiled “as my master commands” her hips rocked as she sashayed to him. She did a pirouette before with no trace of the hardened warrior that lay beneath her currently playful exterior. Putting her perfect globes before his face “Does this servitor meet my masters standards?” with perfection so close to his face he broke character and began worshiping them. “m-Ma-MASTER” she cried out as his tongue went over her rosebud. There were advantages to girls that were made of stone and fire, when most of her bits were hot enough to fry bacon on, hygiene wasn’t exactly an issue.

Samar grinned and said “spread your cheeks'' when she did without complaining “such an obedient Servant, I think you deserve a reward. You would like that, wouldn’t you.” “Y-yes m-MASTer” she cried out again as he went in again. He worshiped her ass for the perfect creation it was. His tongue dance over her rosebud and she shuttered over him. Crying out, she collapsed backwards falling onto him. She was heavy, honestly she was heavier than he was by half. she was blushing so hard her face was literally glowing.

“Master, I.” he cut her off “It looks like you need more training.” he leaned in and nippled her ear, and she nuzzled against him, her long sharp horns dangerously close to him. “Hmm yess master, I need more training.” he smiled “good, now onto my lap.” she did the awkward sit up and reposition that no one really talks about in sex before squating down and nestling his member between her luscious cheeks. She wiggled back and forth while he cast a healing spell on his tongue. The burning didn’t bother him as much, the acid had hurt so much more that this pain seemed lukewarm. Nibbling on her ear he explored her body with his hands, a tickle here, a pinch there. Soon she was moaning again “as your master I command you, you cannot cum until I say so.” She nodded, then whimpered as he pinched her nipple. With a gasp “as my massster commands.”

Exploring her body he quickly found her weak spots, even without access to her most **** parts he still had her squirming in a minute. she shuddered “Please master p-Pleee- pLL-pa pa pa” her hips were rocking her soft cheeks clenched tightly around his dick, stroking him with every buck. Another whimpered “please” he knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, with a commanded “Cum! for me my love!" as his fingers moved into her button. Her slick juices felt like burning oil. Her back arched and she screamed, a jet of fire, like from a flamethrower shot out, then a second, and a third. She collapsed on top of him, her body occasionally convulsing. As she calmed down Samar wrapped his arms around her and trailed kisses down her neck. When she turned her head he kissed her cheek. Rolling over she stuck her head in his over abundant chest hair and seemed to be smelling him. 'ahh one spot that he forgot, that and the forests of hair that covered his legs.'

Samar felt a purr "you're still hard."

Looking down into her eyes, he kissed her head "and what are you going to do about it?" She had an uncertain look on her face “me?”

With a coy grin “why yes, you can’t expect your master to do all the work.” her eyes looked a little far away as she reached up and caressed her small boob, with a mock thoughtfulness “my boobs are too small for my master’s needs, may ass is too dry for him.” her eyes locked with his and she smiled “do you trust me.” Samar gave her a nod. She stood up, her hand slid between her legs. As she stood before him masturbating Samar reached for his own she tutted “Master it is my job to please you.” a lewd grin and she pulled her hand away, steam rose from her slick fluids. She reached down and grasped his cock, and his hips bucked. Like hot wax, almost unbearable, almost.

One hand pressing him down with an unrelenting **** while the other hand jerked him. Samar opened his eyes and looked up at her, a predatory look in her eyes as she made him squirm. He could see she was relishing controlling him, just seeing how turned on she was pushed him even closer to the edge. He closed his eyes, and enjoyed her attention.

He felt the hand on his chest slip away, peaking he saw that hand rubbing her pretty little slit, head tilted back like she was looking to the sky. She seemed to sense his attention and looked down at him. Her eyes had a wild look to them, pulling her hand from between her legs she made to taste herself, then thought better of it. Moving her two fingers to his lips he felt it drip on him, like wax from a candle. Her hand reached his lips and he cleaned her fingers, she tasted different than a normal woman, an earthy, smoky flavor. Solveig moved her face inches from his, her hand wrapped around the back of his head, her jerking became faster, harder. Her fiery eyes poured into his, setting his soul aflame “CUM!” she ordered, Samar surrendered to her will and exploded. He felt his eyes roll back and star’s blossomed in the darkness.

He opened his eyes to see Solveig looking at him desperately, her eyes unfocused. One hand still around the back of his head, forcing their foreheads together. The other one was rapidly thrusting away between her legs. Wrapping his own hand around the back of her head he moved in and pressed his lips against hers. He felt her tense against him. A brief flash behind her and she collapsed against him. With their last bit of strength they both repositioned her so that she was sitting on his lap, with his dick nestled between her perfect cheeks. Samar kissed her cheek “mistress.” she nuzzled her head against his “mhmm Master.”

Arm’s wrapped around her, his head against the rock, he fell asleep to the earthy scent of her hair.