Chapter 4: the great outdoors continued

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The smell of earth, brought back memories of his childhood. Playing in the dirt with the old climbing tree overhead. He breathed again, smelt the ash of her breath. Last night had been like he had been buzzed, less in control but very much still him. He noticed his tongue was still burned, while an easy fix he didn’t want to move. His morning wood was nestled up in the greatest of places. She had wrapped her own arms over his, and he was locked down, trapped in heaven. He felt the muscles on either side of his shaft tense, followed by the slightest of rocking as if to avoid waking him. From the heat he felt radiation he knew he was close to her rosebud.

A kiss on top of her head startled her. “I...ahh” she started lamely. Samar stopped her with another kiss on her head “I think I need to learn some fire protection, then I can really take care of you.” she grumbled her agreement and released his arms. She stood up and stretched, Samar’s mouth watered at the sight. A lean, muscular warrior. Thighs he couldn't help but to want to be smothered by. The perfect ass, with just the right amount of jiggle without losing its tone.

Best of all she was giving him a show. Tearing his eyes away Samar stood and tried to keep his little head under control. A laugh from his right told him that she was enjoying her own little show. A cool breeze helped him get things under control, but it also told him that without his favorite heater, going nudist wasn’t going to be a good idea.

drinking in her looks again he eventually found her aroused face “What happened to my clothes?”

Glancing down at his aching member, she licked her lips “they were mostly destroyed”

“Mostly” She looked guilty and nodded then sighed “H’oaky, I am... going to be honest with you. My kind are not natural creatures.” Samar gave a blank nod. She had a curious look on her face “how much do you know of Gargoyles?”

Samar shrugged “nothing, I know almost nothing of this world. Yesterday I was sacrificed on my home-world, was thrown to a bunch of god’s to fight as their champions, get rejected by them all. **** took pity on me and a few others. Oh and I have wings and can shoot lightning.”

Solveig blinked a couple times, then shook her head “that explains a lot, especially that you are only level 2”

“Oh?! I leveled up.” Solveig began laughing, then a manic laughter of someone who’s stress just fell away. Her hand to her forehead she combed her hand through her hair, eventually calming down.

She paused for a long moment then with a deep breath “So what I’m going to tell you, you can not reveal to anyone.”

Samar shook his head “while I wouldn’t, I also don’t want-”

She stopped him with a raised hand “Just by suspicion and not knowing, you could cause more damage than by knowing. I am taking you to my village, a place no human has been inside in 100 years, and no outsider has been invited into in nearly 300 years. What I’m telling you, you need to know so that you don’t accidentally share something that should not be told.” Samar gave a solemn nod. “Good, my kind are artificial, our core is like our hearts. They are as close to a soul as we have. If they are too damaged or break we die, if they are not too heavily damaged though we can be reborn. They are not the same person, but similar. I wrapped what little of your clothes around the cores and we are bringing them back.” she thought and pulled out his pair of boots “your belt survived mostly that and your boots.”

Samar nodded “Can I get my boots and belt, I think I can make something with the blanket.” she gave him a curious look but complied. Samar recalled a video of a Scottish looking man that spoke German that taught him how to make a great kilt. He began putting small folds in the blanket. All in all it took him about ten minutes to do since he restarted twice because it didn’t turn out how he was wanting it. Finally he was satisfied with his folding job. He looked up to see Solveig intensely watching, and it wasn’t his face. Her eyes shot up and her face took a lurid red of melted stone. “Enjoying the show?” she gave a slight nod, she licked her lips, her glowing orange tongue giving him a reminder of how hot she was.

Lying down on the folds over where the belt was he wrapped the belt around his waist and wrapped the top half over his shoulder into a great kilt. She gave him a disappointed look, he shrugged helplessly “it’s cold out”

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As they were marching through the forest Solveig gave Samar a run down on various things of the world. As they were talking Samar remembered her emphasis on rebirth “What did you mean Not the same person?”

She stopped walking and turned to him “we keep our names from one life to the next, we keep many of the same mannerisms. We do not keep any of our memories. Normally this isn’t an issue as we have made a culture around such things however.” she paused, lost in thought. Samar put his hand on her shoulder and she flinched back, then shook her head. She took a deep breath, her eyes held a deep seeded anger. Locking eyes with those fiery pits burned like he was looking into the sun but he held her gaze “you can speak of it when you’re ready, until then don’t worry, I will remain with you.” she gave a slight nod then silently continued down the faint trail.

For the rest of the day Solveig was in mood, only giving short answers. At one point she picked up a stone then threw it into the brush. She moved in after it and pulled out a rabbit. As they continued on she skinned it barehanded. Still looking distracted she glanced up “here” she tapped the air and a notification popped up.

{Join Party?}

Samar clicked ‘Yes’ without reading into it too much. As they strode down the trail, Solveig’s nail extended and she cleaned the rabbit as they continued. Eventually she said “I cannot think of a good way to say this, it is nothing that you said, I believe my uncle will try and kill you.”

Samar looked at her, “he is that over protective?” she shook her head “my predecessor, my last life, we were lovers.” Samar was so stunted he didn’t notice the root and soon found himself on his face. The look she gave him, part was concern, part disappointment. Samar moved to a sitting position and tried to gather his thoughts “you-your predecessor had your uncle as a lover?”

“Understand, we are not biological creations, all the members of my tribe are my family we all share the same father.”

“The one that created you?” she shook her head “no, there are new members of our tribe born every now and then, five of the twelve cores we carry are said young ones. No, our father is the great fire mountain. We call it, him, the Great Faeher and we are his children." She shrugged "I am a warrior, I don’t know the specifics of how our young are made.”

“So your relationship with him” Samar hesitantly offered, and sitting against a nearby tree, Sovleig said “My relationship with him originally was that of a doting uncle.” she paused, having difficulty trying to figure out what to say. Samar stood and moved to her, kissing her on her forehead “I don’t know who you were, and I don’t care who you were, I care about you, here and now.” water paradoxically filled her fiery eyes and they began to trickle down her face “if you keep talking like that, I am liable to mount you, and burn your pretty dick off.” she warned. Squatting to be eye level with her, Samar kissed first one of the burning tears then kissed her lips “I could think of worse ways to go.” he paused then joked “though that would hurt like hell” Solveig let out a sobbing laugh and wrapped her arms around him. Her unexpected tackle caused him to fall backwards. In her arm’s he suddenly remembered her nakedness, and felt himself rapidly harden. Noticing this as well Solveig look into his eyes, the look of confused sadness gone, in its place was a fiery lust “Masster” She purred” you can’t keep yourself contained, can you?” Samar kissed her nose “not when I have my naked little temptress throwing herself at me.” she already had his belt off “I think we need to make camp for tonight.” Samar snorted and with mock consternation “make camp? It's only a little past mid-day.” she finished undoing his belt and throwing open the blanket, looking down at him she had the expression of just opening the present she always wanted “I’ve had a lot on my mind” she reached into the satchel and pulled out the water flask. She pulled the cork and took a swig, sloshed then spitting it out. Leaning in she blows the steam out of her mouth. Trailing kisses up his chest, her lips hot, but the water cooled them enough that they were not burning him. Their lips met

“Samar, I have an idea on how we can be together, it is not something that is very common, and my brother would definitely want to kill you if we actually do it.”

Giving an overly cocky smile “good thing that my patron is ****. He could kill me a dozen times and I will keep coming back for you.” She gave him a look “you talk about dying as if it was easy or painless.” Samar shook his head seriousness returning “just from my two days here I’ve had to deal with pain comparable to the most **** I dealt with in my entire life back home. I am not down playing the severity of it as a boast but so that you know, my love, that **** is not my end.”

They held each other for a bit, eventually Samar added “I do need to repair my body when I die and I don’t know for how long I will stay dead. So maybe hide my body if I get killed or toss it off a cliff.” Solveig snorted, took a sip of water till her mouth stopped sizzling and kissed him, her hot tongue darting into his mouth. Their tongues fenced till her heat got too much and Samar gave her glorious ass a pair of taps. Pulling back she glanced down at him, a pouting expression on her face. Samar gave her a grin “whatever you have planned, I feel that afterwards we will be bound at the hips for a good few days.” a coy look played on her face “only a few days?”

Samar leveraged himself on top, and began kissing his way down her neck “I have learned that humans have an interesting little trait.” his hand slipped down her waist “I’m interested to see if my Prolific Breeder trait will work on you.” Her purr turned to a growl and she rolled him over onto his back “you better stop” he felt boiling hot liquid dripping on to his leg, it hurt like hell but he pushed the pain and the notification away. “My ability to hold back is quickly failing I-” A large grey shape slammed into her, tearing her off of him.

Samar barely had time to get his left arm up when a second one came for his throat. Snarling teeth snapped out for a throat but instead clamped down on an arm. As the emergency training taught, better to sacrifice your arm to protect your throat.

Samar grabbed his left fist with his right, stopping the wolf-like creature from whipping its head back and forth. Reaching out with his right he palmed the wolf-lings head while snarling “смерти рука” the necrotic energy flowed out and as he watched the beasts eyes lost their focus and the beast slumped on him. As he moved to roll it off of him there was a roar, Samar looked to see a wolf jaws locked into Solveigs arm, another caught by the throat in her other arm, a third wolf in front of her. Her foot slamming down she charged forward and gored the wolf on her horns, with another step she launched it into the air and into the tree’s. Samar rolled the wolf off of him and looked for others, he was halfway way through saying “ударная-” when he saw movement “-pука” he fired only the one arc of lightning, with his left hand ruined.

A yelp and the large figure in the forest was struck by the flailing body of a wolf. Samar looked over to see Solveig's claw slam into the wolf's skull, cracking it like an egg. She pulled the jaws off of her arm and looked at the magma like blood seeping out. Samar gave a quick look around before he ran over. Solveig’s eyes were wide “your arm.” Samar shook his head “I’m a lot more replaceable than you are.” she shook her head “you can get an infection, I’ve heard about you’re kind dy-” Samar put his maimed hand to her lips “I am going to heal you before myself, that is final."

She looked incredibly awkward as Samar fussed over her wound, as the stony flesh knit together “I thought you’re skin was as hard as stone.” Solveig looked even more embarrassed “normally it is, however we are called soft Gargoyles, we were.” she paused, then snorted “I’m not sure why I’m even embarrassed about it with you, in addition to being killing machines we were also created to pleasure the wizard that created us. Skin as hard as a rock makes for a great defense but he wasn’t interested in fucking a statue.” Samar nodded, finished up on his own hand. He flexed his hand, testing it to make sure the damage was fixed, then turned to Solveig “for that I should probably toast his name.” Solveig looked conflicted “for that yes but he also had us as slaves. None of us are the original servitors, some, myself included our predecessors were his. Our eldest is third generation, but of the southern cousins supposedly there is a second generation that will curse Umans at any chance.”

Samar cringed “So me having you call me master.” Solveig snorted “I seem to recall you calling me ‘Mistress’ last night. You didn’t know, I didn’t tell you, and honestly it was kinda hot.” as she began to move on Samar there was a whimper and something fell from the tree. Samar moved to see the wolf Solveig had gored.

Mood gone, Samar could only feel pity for the beast. His energy was slowly going back up, a sign that he was nearing the limit of his stamina. That aside, the beast’s back was bent at an odd angle, there was nothing he could do. He moved down beside the mortally wounded creature, he gently laid a hand above and below its head. Its eyes looked into his and he could feel it give him permission, tears filled his eyes as he whispered “шок.” The energy jumped from one hand to the other and the poor beast was gone before it knew it.

Throat tightening, he closed his eyes and let the tears flow.