Chapter 10: A little tease

A knock at the door and a small voice called out “Solveig, you and your human are summoned to meet the council in an hour's time.” She let out a tired moan of acknowledgment. Opening his own eyes Samar buried his face in her hair, breathing in her smoky scents. With a tired shout “Child, tell the council we will go after the factory, however I want to have my pick of what’s in the vault along with the other previously mentioned things.”

“I’m not ah- never mind, I shall relay your message.” came the response. “Whats a factory? Thought ya said it was a laba something" came her half awake grumble.

“Hmmmuhmmm” was Samar’s reply as he tried to bury himself deeper in the comfort of her hair. This had been the first night in this world that he had slept in an actual bed. He was warm, he was cozy, when he thrust his hips his member was between two cheeks. He didn’t want to leave, let alone leave to meet the council. Raising his arms he stretched, and moaned. He began trying to untangle himself from her only for her to blindly grab his arms and locked him down. It was a hard struggle, to will oneself out of bed always is. when your partner isn’t willing, and grinding against his morning wood. Its a near impossible battle.

Fifteen minutes later a knock at the door “the council agrees to your terms Solveig.” there was a pause then the door opened revealing a lithe, white opal figure. “And I’m not a Chi-” Solveig was her hands wrapped around Samar dick, her hand slick with her own juices. A whisper in his ear “Breed her” pushed him over the edge. Locking eyes with the beautiful, shimmering woman, he exploded. Three ropes of semen flew across the small room, the first striking her face, the second landed on her clothes, the third fell short.

“-ld” she finished. Her expression, somewhere between mystified, horror, and a dozen others. Absently her hand went to her face, touched the cream, then tasted her finger. Her eyes widened, as a dozen new emotions crossed her face, too quickly for Samar to catch them as she turned and bolted.

Samar and Solveig sat there for a long moment looking at the open doorway “So should I be worried?” Samar asked. Solveig purred “No, instead I think we found another one that you’re going to be breeding.”

She took the last dollop that wasn’t a part of the launch and sucked her finger. Letting out a purr, while her fingers danced, her legs clenched, her head rolled back as she came. She gave him a lopsided grin “Urpalla is one of the originals, and I think she just rediscovered she has a sex drive. I know how much fun your cum is Master” she gave a throaty laugh “When we come back, I will make sure she is one of the first you get to claim.” Solveig rolled on top, her voice turning sultry “She will offer up her, pretty, little, pussy. She will worship her new master.” Samar rolled her onto her back “I think we need to destroy that factory, I need to be in you.” interlacing his fingers with hers he kissed her “To love and to punish you, you little tease.”

She gave him a half serious look “Maybe?, Just maybe we have you breed all of the women here? Hmmm?...” Samar gaver her a look then thought about the logistics. She must have read his mind “Samar, love, there are a total of twenty women in the tribe.” he gave her a look, she just created more questions than answers.

Her face shifted to a more teachly expression “There are _only _twenty women in the village.” she then laughed at Samar’s expression “Only the originals have sexual dimorism the newer ones are all asexual, and of the two hundred or so of us only forty are of the original’s. Out of the twelve we brought back ten of them were originals, maybe we will get lucky and a few of them will end up as women.” She squirmed “love, just the thought of you pumping babies into another woman is getting me hot and bothered.” she looked at him, her fiery eyes questioning “Is that weird?”

He kissed her cheek “Some might say yes, but that my love is interested in me being with other women makes me feel like the luckiest man in this weird world. Lets deal with our mission, spend some days connected at the hip and once we emerge again, we will see if you're still interested in that.” his hands danced over her navel, over her womb. “I might need to breed your whole people back to the thousands.” Solveig whimpers as the clenching of her legs tells him she just came. Samar could only laugh at Solveigs kink.

“Can you understand how this makes me feel?” Solveig asked as she stood up and threw her tunic over her head, “My kink might also save my people.” Samar gave her a look while he folded his blanket into a kilt “Ok I’ll bite, how?”

“You are the first human in hundreds of years to come here and not be killed on sight. We don’t even have trade caravans. Instead when we need something we grab a sack of holding, load it with things that lowlanders want and travel. To the Ballmen, Mist leopards or if it's really important to the tree of Eden.”

Helping him fold his kilt while she explained, “Not to mention that the ritual of _joining _is not something done lightly, I don’t know the specifics but how it sounds is along the lines of joining souls. Even if it's not, again I’m not exactly organic, I don’t have a soul to join with yours. It is still comparable.” The gravity fell from her voice “Now combine that you need something like that for us to even bang, that humans are the only ones that are able to give us children, that we don’t take prisoners. Relationships like ours haven't happened in a couple thousand years or so, depending on who you ask.” She helped him with his belt “Now imagine this, instead of four or five children every sixty to a hundred years depending on the Great Faeker, instead it's twenty children every couple of years. My race could reform and become whole again.”

Their eyes met, they could see the same thought racing through both their minds “My dick...” Samar started.”Could breed an army?” she added, “And? conquer the world?” they both fell back roaring with laughter. So when they were ready they made their way up to the forge. Upon entering they found a leather wrapped bundle on a table. Beside it was about twenty or so lacrosse sticks. Samar made to call out to the forgemaster but a look from Solveig told him otherwise. Samar unwrapped the bundle to find a scabbard with a blade in it. Samar took the blade and drew it. Examining the blade; the closest earthly blade he could think of was a katana, made by someone that had only ever heard the description of one. Made as a hand and a half blade, it could be used effectively while he cast spells with his other hand.

The aesthetic was not that of an easter blade, it was not western either. If he had to put a name to it, it felt like a blade that belonged to one of tolkien's elves. The whole weapon was shaped obsidian with flowing veins of a silver metal. Putting it through a sheath in his belt, Samar adjusted his kilt and they set out. Samar had his satchel back and the weight of it felt a bit weird. Since his was overall better, his Satchel of holding was a stasis container compared to the normal void bags that were simply airless. His bag of holding held parisables compared to Solviegs that held more of the camping gear.

As they began their final preparations "Solveig, why do I get the impression that it's going to be just the two of us, and we are not going to have twenty strapping young Gargoyles by our side?”

The laughter that came from Solveig lacked anything resembling humor “Sharp, because if we are to get any aid for our **** _All _living, fit members of our warband are expected to fight.” Samars face twisted “That, that seems... wrong. Morality aside I mean.”

“Like emotionally broken warriors would either be fixed or have their cores retrieved.” Solveig replied coldly. Samar fought to keep his revulsion down, he looked to Solveig, cold fury played across her face “It would take less time for her to grow into adolescence and be combate effective than it would for her to normally overcome her trauma. There is the added benefit for the tribe of instead of having a moping warrior they would have an excited youth.” She paused, collected herself, then exhaled, visibly calmed “We are a race that was created for war, expediency comes before all else.”

They were before Sacara’s door, Solveig moved to knock when Samar stopped her with a hand. Collecting himself, he drowned out the rage, this wasn’t his time. He smiled, cheeriness bubbling up and over the rage. He knocked a quick cheery tone he always uses for knocking on friends doors “Wrapp-taptaptaptap-taptap” in the intervening pause it dawned on him his signature knock was literally pop goes the weasel. Embracing the stupid halarity of it, when the door timidly open Samar practically exploded “SACARA, my good dear, we are just about to leave!” In surprise she backed away from the door. Using the opening he slipped in. Continuing his manic entrance “My beloved, buxom, beauty! We are off and wanted to stop by to say ‘Adieu’ and thank you for your help in getting us ready.” keeping the hyper energy going he turned to Solveig. “And we have one last request, if you could be so kind! We stopped by the forge and found the Staves of Lacrosse waiting for them to be threaded. My Dear would you be so kind as to have these threaded and ready for use?.”

From her wide eyes her mind finally caught up and she bobbed her head, then her mind caught up some more. Samar could see the realization that his task meant she could not be asked to join him. she wrapped him in a bear hug "Thank you."

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