Chapter 9: Halibutt Olympia

The pair of them looked at him, both of their eyes wide, Solveigs with confusion and Sacara’s in fear. In a voice, tight with anger “Beloved, run that by me again? How do you know they are going to bombard us?” Samar took a deep breath “I believe that our enemy is one of my people. How they have such a head start on me I don’t know, maybe Dee held me back for a time but it's lining up cleanly.” Solveigs expression was blank.

Samar shook his head failing to come up with a more accurate way to articulate it “Ok let's call it a hunch that it is one of mine. I have a pretty good idea of their play book though. They have verified that the weapon works. Now that their initial tests have been destroyed that means their clock is now ticking before you stock up on eletr- on lightning based weapons. There is going to be an attack, large enough that they will wipe out the entire village. Probably drop dozens of slimes from the sky in clay pots, and watch as the village is cleared of you.” Sacara looked on the brink of tears, leaping up she grabbed Samar by his forearms and began shaking him like a baby “You said it was one of your people! You could tell them to stop!”

“SACARA” the shaking stopped and Samar saw Solveig hugging the **** gargoyle from behind. Samar embraced her as well, he now fully understood how fragile she was. “Sacara” Samar spoke in a soft soothing voice “You people have many stories of humans fighting on both sides of the war, this is no different. They created a weapon against you and yours, ridiculous in concept, but ruthless in its efficacy.” moving one arm away he pointed to the abandoned lacrosse stick still outside. “Your forgemaster almost wouldn’t make it, Solveig says you're the only one that will lace it. Why? Because it is a net, not a great weapon of war!” She looked out at it then sniffed “It does look pretty ridiculous.” she looked at Samar “Will it work?.” He looked to Solveig “odds that they are sending us to the enemy laboratory.” Solveig snorted “as likely as the sun will rise on the morrow. They will either do that, or I believe they think as you do, that the attack is coming and will have you stay.”

Samar looked at Sacara “Just as my rival did not know that their weapon would work, I don’t know that mine will either. However I am betting both our lives, and our future that it will. What I need from you is to thread this in a loose net, large enough to catch a core but loose enough to let the slime flow through. Once this is completed, convinces your forgemaster however you can, to craft more. As many as you can.” her head bobbed then she bolted out to get the lacrosse stick. Samar added “remember, it needs to be Gargoyle skin otherwise it won’t be acid proof.” Sacara didn’t even answer, her head just nodded. The pair quietly left, as they moved through the spiral of the village Solveig opened a door and led him in. Inside was as spartan of a house as Samar figured she’d have. In the single room was a table, a pair of chairs, a lounge, to one side a single bed, the odd item out was an overly ornate chest. That was so overly extravagant compared to the rest of the room it looked gaudy.

As soon as the door closed Solveig wrapped Samar in a tight embrace. “Thank you” she muttered, her voice muffled by his chest. “Thank you for everything: saving me, my life, saving me from the drowning that has taken Sacara, for giving her a way out.” she pulled back and locked gazes with him, her fiery eyes burning almost painfully bright “I could have comforted her, but the pain would have returned when I left.” Samar moved in, wrapping her in his arms. They held each other for a while, time passing a moment, a minute, an hour. Eventually Solveig pulls away. Looking up at him she had a surprisingly sweet smile, surprising in that she seemed to only ever be looking either angry or some variation of horny. “Well my love shall I prepare you some food?” Samar’s belly ever the diplomat spoke for him with a hungry growl.

She laughed and then pointed at a lounge “My love, be a dear and get naked and make a nice piece of art for me.” obliging his love he began a little dance, moving back and forth as he undid his belt. Undoing the clasp he let the belt fall but held his kilt together with his hands. Looking over his shoulder he saw that her mouth hung slightly open. With a wink he dropped the kilt. Collecting herself, she licked her lips and swallowed hard. Her eyes widened and she sucked in “right” she tore off her tabard then turned to the gaudy chest and reached in, pulling out a freshly fillet looking fish. It clicked in the back of his mind ‘right, immortal statues, with a vault of enchanted artifacts just lying around. Of course they would use a chest that puts things in status.’ Solveig brought the plate over.

Naked as he was, small athletes B tits free to the air, her washboard abs, gorgeous legs, by her walk she was trying to look seductive, and while she was working with quality materials she was a warrior and not a seducer.

“Sit up” doing as she asked she laid down behind him, but instead of length-wise she sat width wise. His head rested on her tone stomach. “Master” she purred “you’ve been so good to me” she placed a small cube of fish in her mouth it sizzled before she pulled it out and placed it into Samar’s. It tasted like seared ahi tuna but with a familiar smokey flavor. “Now it's my turn to serve you” a lewd smile spread across her face and she moved the next cube passed his head. There was a hiss and she moaned cutely before pulling it out the cube of tuna. This had a different flavor, less smokey, almost, Sweet?

“Which do you prefer master”

“Hmmm, I think I like your lower lips, but I love having the variety of both” he could feel her getting even hotter beneath him.

“My pet”

“Master?”

“You have a free hand.” she purred below him “what does my master want done with his pets free hand”

“My royal scepter has been left unattended. I want you to make it shine.” her hand snaked down between her legs as she moaned, Samar cut in “You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you.” she whimpered “Y-Yes master” Samar laughed “Good girl”

As her love slick hand slid over his Royal Scepter Samar pressed his head against her firm abs, they hadn’t been together since they had met with Sacara. He was feeling pent up. She put another seared piece of tuna in his mouth. After swallowing it “Solveig, pet play aside, I love you.”

Pulling another piece from between her legs, dripping with juice she delicately placed it in his mouth, with a purr “Who said this is just play, master.” as she said that her fingers lightly pitched his little head and his back arched, there was too much and he exploded, seeing stars for a moment he felt something oddly cool touching his dick. Eyes focusing, he saw a splatter platter, it honestly looked like a silver sauce dish, come to think of it, it probably was. A moan from the door took both their attention, they looked to see Sacara standing in the doorway. Lacrosse weapon in one hand, the other between her legs.

Her eyes widened in animal panic. Samar reacted first, staring Sacara in the eye he spoke in a commanding voice “Come.” Feeling hips below him buck he knew Solveig took his command as if he was speaking to her. That even in the shock of the moment he had that much power over her made him quickly harden again. Turning his focus to Sacara again, her mouth was agasp at what she just saw.

Feeling his partner “Kneel.” she stood there still frozen. Feeling Solveig moving below him he leaned forward, She got off the couch and prowled towards Sacara. Moving like a predator, her movements were elegant, beautiful, and Oh ****, that ass. “Tisk tisk, master tells you to kneel, yet you're still standing?.” Sacara’s mouth moved but no words came out. Solveig moved her hand, two fingers together, and just before they entered her friends mouth he saw it was covered in his cream. Sacara’s gaze glazed over, Solveig spoke “Master had a request for us.” She turned and gave Samar a heated look “For us to kiss and make up.” turning back she swiped the other gargoyle into her embrace. Sacara’s tail slide between Solveig’s legs who reached behind and grabbed it, breaking off and in a lusty voice “Mmmhmhmhhmm... noo, that belongs to my master now.” nibbling Sacara’s neck “Though if you ask nicely I think he will let you, if you ask real nicely he will even let me play with you.” Solveig moved behind Sacara “Tell me, do you want to submit to the master?” Sacara could do little more than whimper as Solveig began teasing her, Solveig’s hands dancing between Sacara’s legs.

“Solveig” Samar commanded “She’s not interested, and I grow hungry.” With one last nibble Solveig left a disappointed Sacara behind. As Solveig sat down behind Samar she swiped a piece of fish on the sauce dish and ate it. “Mhmmm” then laughed around a mouthful of fish “It's hard to get into the pet play too much when you make such good sauce.” Sacara’s eyes went wide “That's what you gave me?.” Solveil grinned pulled her fingers from between her thighs and scooped some of the heavy cream on them “You know you're dying for another taste, this time it will be both of us” her other hand slick with Sacara’s juices slid into Samar’s mouth. With a purr “does she taste good enough for you master, does she deserve to be your-” Samar raised his hand “Solveig, I appreciate this, and maybe another time, however I don’t think this is the time for us to be getting kinky with her.” Samar had been watching Sacara’s conflicted face “Right now, I think it is our time to be serving Sacara.” standing up he plucked a cube of fish, who ever had made this did a wonderful job preparing it. He swiped it along the sauce dish and moved it before her "may I?" Sacara looked to Solveig for permission then looked to Samar as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

Gently placing it in, a sizzle, “Mhowmmm...” Sacara opened her eyes, glazed with lust. Samar slipped behind her “If you feel uncomfortable with anything, say the word pineapple and we will stop.” Kissing her neck as his hands caressed her full breast, these were nicely in the D range. A purr from the lounge “She’s wearing too many clothes.” palming both breasts upwards “Let's fix that, shall we?.” Solveig began to move but stopped at a look from Samar, he wanted her to remain spread on the lounge.

Pulling the stitching loose, while Sacara fumbled with her belt, her small succubus tail wrapped firmly around his leg. Once the belt was free they pulled it over her head. Now free Samar kissed up her neck, one hand playing with a nipple the other dancing close to her lower lips. “I think you want to devour Solveig, don’t you?” her head bobbed. “Good.” taking her hand, Samar led her to Solveig. Drawing her up before him, one arm around her waist, the other still in her hand “For now I can’t touch her, I want you to be my hands, to touch her where I wish. I cannot kiss her, I want you to be my lips, and kiss her on both her lips. Are you willing to be an extension of my will.” her eyes, like the soft doughy light of a campfire, she nodded. Samar gave her a quick peck on the lips and they both turned to a horny growl from Solveig. Samar gave Sacara a look “It looks like my pet is getting unruly.” Sacara purred “Solveig I’m going to ruin you like you never let me before.”

Samar watched as the busty gargoyle dove for Solveigs unprotected pussy. Solveig’s head rocked back, “Aaaahaahhh” seeing her wrap her legs around Sacaras head, Sacara grabbed onto them with the duclaw of her wings like a second set of hands. Seeing the two woman busy Samar picked up the platter, scooped up the last of it on a small cube and placed it in Solveigs mouth. Her back arched and she began bucking under Sacara’s tongue. Bright flashes of fire busts passed Sacara’s hungry mouth lighting up the room monentarolly.

As Solveig’s bucking stopped she released Sacara from the headlock. Leaning her head back against the wall, she looked sleepily down at the hungry eyed gargoyle on the floor. With a whisper in her ear “Is my cum really that good?” Solveig’s glazed eyes looked at him and she mumbled “Like I said, our creator was a pervert.” Samar smiled “You look too tired to give our friend what she needs, would a full load do the trick?” let out a disappointed grumble “I wanted that.” Samar gave his lover a look “So greedy.” Giving a cheeky grin as she looked to the kneeling gargoyle “Do you want a treat?” Sacara nodded, and both Samar and Solveig stood up. Samar felt a hand, slick with burning hot juices reach around “My love.”

Solveig “Could just imagine pumping a baby in her” Samar looked down at Sacara, those two luscious D’s, the look of wonder, her open mouth and stuck out tongue, then imagine pumping her womb full of his cum, grabbing the back of her head and shoving his dick down her throat. He was close when Sacara begged “Please, Please M-M-Master!”

Seeing her like that pushed Samar over the edge. Three ropes painted her face while a fourth made it into her mouth. From behind him Solveig made an annoyed sound "it's harder to aim than I thought." Samar snorted "that just means you need to help her clean up." Solveig let out a happy purr as she slid down and began licking the spunk and tongues dancing. As hot as it was, and from the sound of it, it was sizzling hot. He was spent, making a mental note to up his endurance he sat back down and watched the two women clean each other. Once satisfied with her work Solveig stood, and joined Samar in the lounge. While she was snuggling her perfect cheeks around his member Samar wrapped her in an embrace. Kissing the back of her neck "Soon my love, I will be able to disappoint you all day long."

Solveig snorted "you just need to blow your load and I would be sati-" she stopped and it dawned on both of them as to where that 'feature' came from. "Whelp" Samar laughed "That's a load off my shoulders." Sacara, seeming oblivious to what was going on, went over to retrieve her project. Samar’s hands danced gently just under her navel as Solveig moaned at the unspoken promise. As Sacara bent over giving the couple a good look between her legs Samar whispered “I’m thinking your horns would make for good handles with a blowjob.” The rumble Solveig made was closer to a growl than a purr.

Before they could go any further with blowjob logistics Sacara presented her threadwork. Inspecting it Samar was impressed, the stitching had nothing on earth however as he balled two knuckles together for the rough size of the slimes core the net held firm. Looking into her soft fiery eyes Samar grinned “This is perfect.” From under his arms Solveig added “Be sure to have as many made as you can, I know that Yonrak always had a weakness for you.” She nodded before she gathered her clothes around her, tightening her belt “I will make sure our tribe is protected.” Saraca said with more strength and certainty than Samar had heard from her before.

After she left, still cuddling Solveig, Samar asked “do your people normally heal so quickly?” She shook her head “no the opposite actually, we don't actually age. Healing will happen eventually, it may take a hundred years but again I am 93 and still barely more than a child.” they held each other close, both lost in thoughts of the “What if’s.”