No Good Golem

"Death"

Solveig was not entirely sure the game Susanna was playing, but she could play too. At first, Solveig, not being a fool, noticed Jerome's eyes upon her, the staring had been mutual. But, being a stranger, meant outsider issues. Solveig's life had issues enough as it was. But Susanna's sudden awakening as a woman, the up push of her vest which had been cut tight like a corset to make her bosoms quite literally shine in the chest, it even reminded Solveig of the dishing of a freshly cooked meal, still piping hot. Which, now that Susanna was showing effort had snatched Jerome's lustful hunger away.

Susanna had taken a drink, tipping her head back like a battle born warrior only to choke and spit.

"Poison!"

"HA! No little one, rum! It will burn a hole in you but won't kill. Collected from a land where the sun is so hot it turned the rock to sand. Not so much as a stone upon their beaches. Yellow and tan silk over the rocky grit of this land. There, the sun can never run out, and no matter how hard you work your Golem, it can never take your Yuna Kay away."

That had been said with flair, flavour and colour, bright enough to distract Susanna from herself. She hadn't paid attention to the fact that he'd put a hand on her cheek, and with his thumb wiped her bottom lip slowly before touching his own.

Susanna blinked. That little move at the end hadn't been missed.

"You could come, you know, travel the world, work. See how large everything is."

The time for Solveig to act was approaching because Susan was mesmerised. The issue being how literally mesmerised she was, Solveig was witnessing a spell being cast. The stranger pulled Susanna in, talking from less than a hand length apart. The risks were huge, if Susanna submitted. They got closer and were about to embrace, Solveig jumping when the world rumbled. Solveig's Golem, which was still a bear, slammed a fist into the soil to scoop her ass, and, turning to sand and she was launched into her Golem's hairy chest, still her face smacked hard while they sunk into the sand.

There were screams, shouts and the hissing, clattering of sand and grit, all outside of the screaming pain of her face.

Then they went from sinking to rising as sand and rock burst out the dark. They were on top of a bed of ivory as the body of a whale rose up, lifting them out the sand. The whale shrunk, dropping them on the ground.

"What in the Gods was that?" Screamed Susanna.

Their Golems worked together to clear the sand, raking away until they stood out. Susanna's shiny boobs had lost their sheen, with chunks of rock smothering and flattening her features. She looked like a modest clay sculpture of herself. Even Susanna's dense eyebrows worked hard to store as much rock and grit as possible.

Then there was also Jerome, who was in a panic as he scrambled to his lute to when he kicked aside sand to reveal a pale white ox skull.

He screamed and nearly tossed his lute only to scramble to catch it. It was all so amazing.

Solveig started laughing. Her sides, her core cringing in agony and something spasmed inside of her butt, cramping her up and she rolled onto her stomach and flailed, screaming with laughter.