Chapter 5 - Fan the Fire

Galatea woke up scared. The last thing she remembered was an explosion and the sound of Raenbu screaming. Anger joined the fear when she felt the resistance around her wrists and ankles, and her neck and waist, and her spread thighs. She opened her eyes and saw darkness. Her irises dilated and the lenses of her fire diamond eyes spun and shifted to accommodate for darkness. She saw a millimeter of empty space before a strip of lead stopped her vision cold.

"Now, Auntie, you didn't think it'd be that easy would you?" A man's voice, cold as stone, laughed somewhere in front of her. "I mean if I had the staves?" He left the question open. 

"Auntie?" Galatea growled. "I don't have any sisters, or brothers."  That were anywhere near here.

"Maybe cousin is a better word then. My maker used SOME of your runes as the base for me." The voice expounded.

"You're a construct." Galatea sighed. "A poorly made construct." She corrected. She felt an impact in her abs. The fist was solid, stone? Gemwork inlay fractured between his knuckles, and lots of stress fractures ran through the fingers. 

She coughed hard and laughed,  "A dying construct."  The voice inhaled sharply and stormed out, and slammed a heavy iron door on his way out. Galatea's laughter died as his footsteps passed out of her range of hearing. 

She bit her lip and whispered into the darkness,

"Raenbu..."

--

The Dragon-kin was flying over Edithburgh, high enough to be mistaken for a large bird. His eyes were wide, and following a particular trail through the town. Heavy grooves of a wagon, grooves he'd been following from the remains of his campsite.
 
The grooves passed through the town and lead to the ruins of an old castle on a high hill. However his eyes could see the heat of living people, and smoke rose from one of the chimneys.

He narrowed his eyes and landed in alley of the town. His clothes meager, but he had one of the pouches of gold. It took him all of a minute to buy some decent pants and a coat. The people were still glaring at him, and giving him a wide berth. 

Except for the guards, who were watching him like hawks. He contemplated luring the guards to the castle, or mercenaries. But Io had said the help would among the enemies. How that would play out Raenbu didn't know. But he'd have to wait until night. The golem-guy wouldn't be any worse off for the dark, but whoever nabbed Galatea-

Raenbu's thoughts cut short as his eyes caught movement from the castle. Someone, running away from the castle, but not toward the castle. 

Raenbu took flight, to hell with the scene, and pursued.

--

Galatea heard the rattle of chains in front of her and her head snapped up.

"Rigo come back?" A man's voice steady, more bored than worried.

"Rigo?" Galatea sasssed. "He the brittle boy?"

The man's voice laughed. "Yeah that's the kid."

"Kid?" 

"Not even four years since his master forged him."

"So the master is running the show."

"Mostly. He's tired, can't even keep the girls he's made together."

"Girls?"

"He's one of those harem-havers." The voice explained. "But they need his 'juice' to stay coherent." Galatea swore, under her breath. "Its sad." The voice finished.

"And who are you?" Galatea asked. "What are you?" She added.

"Petros." The man responded, and she heard the suttle hum of golem runes. "I'm the other 'sample'."

-

Raenbu landed at the edge of the forest, hands up, palms open. Eyes sincere, voice steady, he stepped forward.

"I'm not going to hurt you."  He told the flickering golem in front of him.

Her skin was the dark blue of berries, and she smelt of over ripe fruit. 

"Fucking right you're not." She hissed at the dragon kin. "Try a fuckin' thing and I'll cut your dragon dick off."

(Browser crashed, GRAH)

The blue woman looked like a melting statue of sweet candy, her breasts heaved and her hair began to run like a waterfall over the blueberry's face. Raenbu sighed as he pointed to the castle in the distance. 

"Did you come from the castle?" He asked. 

"From it, in it, and under it, Sparky." The blue girl laughed. "Why?"

It took Raenbu a moment to figure the joke out, and he rolled his eyes. "I'm looking for a friend." He answered.

In a flash, the blue girl surged forward, a razor sharp scapal in her hand. "You're friends with those cunts?" She hissed.

"No." Raenbu's voice held the power. "They took my friend. A gold golem woman" The blue girl swooned, dropping her knife and falling to her knees. Her legs merged into a wedge and she leaned back. Breasts out, ripples surged through her sex became apparent in the delta of the wedge, the smell hit Raen and Bu got hard. "Damnit." He swore and she came.

"It's in your voice..." She shuddered, "Blood music, free mana." She surged at him.

Raenbu reeled as his dick was caught up in the storm of her mouth. Her tongue wound like a snake, kissed the head of his cock and frenched the opening with an electric silk tickle that put Raenbu on the tips of his toes. "oh fuck me." He whispered.

The tongue split like a hydra and became two, then three, then five, then seven tongues that wound and twisted and kissed every edge, under every ridge, and Raenbu came into the torrent of the blue girl's throat. His cock bucked and ropes of hot white cum as he closed his eyes and moaned.

The orgasm ebbed and Raenbu tried to step back; but hands sticky and slick surged around his ass and held on. The blue girl rose, sucking on his cock even as its slipped out of her mouth and lips. Raenbu opened his eyes and saw her form had changed. Her runny shape had snapped into a form both curved and compact, she had the sort of figure he expected from a dwarf, but she was smooth and beardless. A plus. Standing she'd only be around Raenbu's present height, another plus.

Raenbu's cock slipped and smacked against the blue girl's breasts. She pressed her arms together and squashed Bu between the twins. "How's that big boy?" She was on her 'knees', her face close to Raen's chest, soft electric kisses running up his pecs. "Just cum. Please. I... I need this." She whispered, half ashamed.

Raenbu's mind split. The rational part of him mind was sorting out the why's and what the fucks of this situation, the rest of his brain was trying not to cum again. Breaking it down: Raen's cum gave Galatea a polish, and it was helping this gooey gally pull herself together. If this girl got away from the castle...

"Hey um... " He trailed off as the blue girl's elbows added a pinching pressure to the incredible tit-fuck he was getting. They squeezed and stroked and smooched his cock. 

"Betty" She whispered. "You?"

"Raenbu" he gasped. "My friend, is she-?"

"In there," She rose enough to stand and swung a leg around Raenbu's hips. "I made my break while 'Master' was celebrating his favorite's catch"

Raenbu grabbed her by the waist and looked in her eye. "If a girl like you is at her peak, how tough are you in a fight?" Raenbu asked. 

Without looking back, the blue girl whipped her arm behind her, it stripped bark off the trunk in a stretch over the length. She tried to thrust onto him, but Raenbu held her in place, The tip of his cock against her pussy. She moaned in anticipation.

"Last question. How many girls like you are in there?" Raenbu whispered close.

"Fourteen," She answered, "Since I left the place." She added, hope in her voice. 

Raenbu smiled as he entered her, balls deep.
-

"So what's the plan?" Galatea asked Petros, struggling to find any gaps in her restraints: none yet.

"All my plans require me not being nailed to the wall." Petros sighed and Galatea shuddered at the literal implications. "Whose Raenbu?"

"My..." She searched for the right word. "traveling companion." She could feel the runes in her face run hot.
 
"Oh really?" Petros laughed. "Just a 'companion'?"

"He's young and well... I'm not sure but. God..." She shook her head. "Why am I telling you this?"

"Well we're both trapped down here-"

"I'm trapped, I don't know about you." Galata snapped at him.

"Ah the paranoia stage. Good times." Petros laughed. "I'll leave to that then." His chains rattled softly and he spoke no more.

There was a distant echo of steps, some were steady and hard, but slowed: Rigo. The others were unsteady and shaky. This 'Master' must be worn out. The door swung open and there was a raspy laugh on the air.

"How wonderful, Rigo" The voice was haggered, dry. "She looks even more brilliant awake. You are awake, aren't you?" Galatea felt a twinge of power in his voice. She remained silent. 

"Answer me!" He bellowed, but it became a coughing fit. Galatea smiled.