Chapter 5

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A hand rested on his shoulder when his tears were dry, he looked to see Solveig, her hands bloody. Behind her were the pelts of the other three wolves, the one he killed had a white handprint on it where he hand used necrotic touch. The other two had their own scars from the battle.

There was a fire he hadn’t noticed, or he had but didn’t care. Over the fire were thinned stripes of meat being cooked into jerky. He looked up to her “this is the way of the world, isn’t it?” she nodded. Samar closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and steeled his resolve “if that is the case then I should be the only to clean him. Did my small knife survive our meeting.” Solveig checked the bag then pulled out the small utility knife and tossed it.

Pulling it out of its sheath, Samar went to work with Solveig's guidance. As he worked, skinning the beast he asked “you intended us to fight them, that's why you slowly cleaned the rabbit.”

In a small voice “yes.” Samar grumbled and she continued “I needed you to be stronger, the plan was to observe and be more able to react, but we, ahh, got distracted.” Samar nodded, feeling emotionally burned out he felt the cold logic of it.

She moved in “cut here, lightly run it up along the skull, there you go.” the hide came free, Samar fought down a pang and hung the pelt up with the others. Solveig then showed him how to cut and dry the meat so that it would be good for a couple days. At the end of it all the sun was beginning to set. Samar finally got around to looking at his pop ups.

{defeated 3 grey wolves}

{exp reward 753}

{Level 3}

{you have unused points}

{Vivimancy has reached lvl 7}

{Lightning magic has reached lvl 6}

{Survival has reached lvl 5}

{you’re now a novice at Survival}

‘Well that was something, wait points?’ Samar thought to himself, looking to Solvieg “So i’m now level 3, and I have a message saying I have unused points?” she snorted “yes, love, when you level up you can choose where you put your points. Want some help?” Samar nodded.

As they talked back and forth they settled on a spell sword style, with the emphasis on spells. He’s physical attributes focused mostly on Agility and since he could come back as often as he wanted he slacked off on the toughness. He was going to leave endurance low however Solveig reminded him it also helped in bed.

After that was settled Samar looked at his appearance, buckass naked and covered in blood, Solveig wasn’t any better but she didn’t seem to mind. “Is there a river nearby that we can wash ourselves?” she looked at him like he lost his mind “why, it will dry and flake off, besides the smell will attract other threats that we can use to level you.”

Samar shook his head “how exactly have you remained so hygienic?”

She gave him a blank look “I am made of stone and fire, I don’t have natural bodily functions like you might.” Samar tried a different approach “I’m going down to the stream, I need to rub off all of this” he saw her eyes sharpen and her nose flared “I might be-”

Samar shook his head and began walking towards the river “no no, your right, its an organic thing. It might be better if you just watched the fuuuurs” as he was talking he found himself being tossed over her shoulder again. “Don’t you dare think you can tease me and walk away” she grumbled halfheartedly. Soon they were at the river and found a small pool that water was flowing into. Before she could enter the pool, Samar stopped her “we are going to have fun in the pool but first let's rinse in the river.”

Solveig grumbled some more as the water steamed around her, that grumbling quickly fell to moans as Samar began rubbing her down. As the rough cloth rubbed over her nipples, he nibbled at her ear. When the cloth slid between her legs, she lost the strength to stand. Samar tried to catch her but only followed her in the water. Thankfully though, it was only waist deep. Getting her righted before she could panicked too much. It dawned on him that a body constructed of earth and fire elements likely would not be able to swim.

Once they were both standing, Solveig blushing so hard both sets of her cheeks glowed “its my turn to wash you.” with a simile Samar surrendered the wash rag, like a knight offering their sword to his queen. Daintily she took the rag “Rise” she commanded, “As my mistress commands.” She grinned “I like that, I can see why you humans are always trying to conquer the world.” giving her a look of surprise “are we now?” she shook her head “no” cocked it to the side “Kinda, there are people that are trying to dominate the world from time to time, humans get a bad rap.” she slipped behind him, one hand fondling while the other explored his body “humans are constantly Waring, expanding, not out of a malicious intent of global domination but because there are so many of you.” he let out a pleased moan as her hand ran up his shaft “the reason humans are thought of as warmongers is because in every major war there was at least one human hero, but most all of them had humans on both sides. More than just mercenaries, human warriors of love.”

Samar snorted, having the song “gangsta of love” now playing in his head, she nibbled his ear. “You think I’m joking, Elves look down on the short lived humans, dwarfs look down on your shoddy craftsmanship, Orcs your strength. So many look down on your kind, but when you reach a city, look for how many half elves, half orcs. No one needs to say what their other halves are.” she ran her tongue, steam rolling off of it on his neck and his back arched “others may look down on them but their parents are usually a lot happier." His fingers slipped between her legs, and she shuddered as he found her button "Mi-Mmmmy My point exactlllleee" she squeeze his balls a little causing him to jump "e-Enough of that, your mistress is enjoying playing with her pet human." Her hand moved over his throat, he could feel her implacable strength as her hand wrapped around his neck, she didn’t squeeze merely held "it's rare to find, such a valuable sex toy." her hand moved faster and faster till Samar felt close “Mi-istress” he could barely hold it and exploded.

When he opened his eyes again, turning he could see her licking his cum off her hand like it was sugar. Her eyes locked with his as she finished cleaning off her fingers. Samar gave her a look “Yes?” she asked. “A little less on the dominatrix would be nice.”

She smiled “you enjoyed it.” he shook his head “remember when I said the whole game was based on trust, and learning what your partner likes, as much as I want to smack your amazing ass, that is something that you are not fine with.” her eyes got more serious and she nodded “so a little bit is fine, where do you want to draw the line?”

Samar thought about it “lets say, lead role instead of only player. Also please don't squeeze my balls, they kinda hurt now.” She nodded, and looked a bit ashamed. Not having that Samar moved forward and kissed her on her nose, then her chin. Looking up and seeing that he hadn't made Solveig brighten, instead there was still a pensive look to her. “Now that we are clean, that pool over there looks nice.” Samar nodded.

As they both splashed over into it Solveig still had the awkward expression. Samar gave her a questioning look. "I've never done this before, been intimate with another person.” she confessed. “The closest I've had was my Uncle who tried to groom me into my predecessor. I-"

Samar put his finger to her lips "can you drink some water so that I can kiss you." she shook her head. He looked into her **** eyes "He hurt you, it is not your crime, you did nothing wrong, he did." he ran his hand over her face, outlining it "Solveig, my beautiful, powerful, passionate woman. my love, you are not tainted." Wrapping her in an embrace he felt tears burn their way down his chest. "If anything" he continued softly "I think I should start playing with you" his fingers slipping between her legs, the water alternating between cool and boiling "explore you, make you understand who owns you." She whimpered "do you want that?" She muttered something "what was that?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" He found her button again.

"YES.. MASTER!" As she screamed Samar wrapped his other arm around her. She bucked under his grasp several times before going limp. maneuvering her almost limp form into his lap. Nestled between her glorious cheeks again he wrapped his arms around her. Silently she reached up and gripped onto his forearms like she had last night. Samar closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of hers. Breathing deeply of her earthly scents began to drift when she finally asked in a soft voice "do you really think, that I'm not tainted?"

"How many more times do I need to tell you, do I make a collar for you to know your mine, that he has no hold over you." Samar growled, finally getting frustrated. "Solveig, you are mine and I am yours. My love, you are my reason to fight the seductive sleep of ****. I’ve died before, even though it wasn’t an option at the time, I still felt the seductive pull of the long sleep.” he felt her relax into his arms, they held each other for a time till she said “would it be better if I was...whole?”

Kissing the back of her head Samar whispered “among my people there was a legend of a god, king of his realm. When he made humanity they had two heads, four arms and four legs. He feared their power and so separated them, forcing them to forever search for their other half. No one is perfect, no one is whole. Not you and not me. We are all trying to find our other half, and I believe mine is between my arms."

She twisted herself around, she held him tightly, burying herself in his chest. He held her tight, even as he heard his ribs creak from her hug he ignored the pain, this was her moment.

Eventually Solveig looked up into Samar’s eyes “I think we need to get going. Sooner we get to my tribe.” she bit her lip, her eyes flared “sooner you can breed me.” Even though his balls felt empty, they clenched. From how warm the water got, Samar knew he wasn’t the only one getting fired up. Slipping his finger between her legs “while true, unless we are going to be camping by rivers every step of the way this is the last time for a while I can truly please you.” She scooped up some water in her hand, gargle then moved in for a kiss, their tongues danced while their hands played with their favorite places.

Far too soon she was too hot to handle, Samar clapped her cheeks and pulled back. A mischievous grin played on Solveigs lips “stand up” she commanded. “let your Sex toy do what she was made to do.” following her command Samar stood up.

Jerking him, her eyes locked on to his. Samar reached down, one hand gripping her horn the other combing his fingers, lovingly through her hair. Head rocking back he exploded, as stars blossomed before his closed eyes he felt flashes of heat around his feet. Opening his eyes and looking down “did you just squirt from my cum?”

Solveig’s head bobbed drunkenly as she licked her hand clean. Samar could only laugh “your creator was wonderfully perverted.”

“Hmmmphmm” she was still sucking her fingers clean. He leaned against a rock while Solveig came back. Looking to the sky, Samar saw the streaks of orange. Running his fingers through her hair “my love, it's time for us to return.” her eyes clearing she looked to the sky and snorted “do we even have a camp to go back to?” Samar chuckled “and those bits of meat that were over the fire” Solveig let out a pained groan and began the climb back to camp “your dick is dangerous, I hope you know that.” as they were walking up the small hill to the camp. “My dick? Try your ass, despite you draining me four times, I’m having trouble walking behind you.”

“Hmm, but you can still walk.” Solveig said with mock concern “Since I don’t have clothes yet, I think I should drain you every morning.”

“So I can walk?” Samar clarified.

“Hmm, yes that too” Solveig tried to say with a straight face. That lasted all of a moment before they were both laughing.

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Arriving at camp they found it looked like a drunk hooker had tried to find more booze. Dozens of hungry scavengers came through, thankfully the pelts, Samar’s kilt-blanket, and the satchel were left untouched. There was enough food that Solveig stored in the satchel that there was no worry. After feeding the fire, eating a decent dinner they began settling in for the night. As Samar looked for a good spot to roll out his blanket, Solveig cleared her throat. Looking to her he saw she was indicating a spot similar to the one from last night. A stone that would act as a lounge. "You just want me as a body pillow, don't you." Her grin told him that he hit the nail on the head.

The blanket on the ground, his toasty lover between his arms, Samar drifted off to sleep.