by Aaron Crash
Queen Deedee finally dropped her gown.
The Princept slid a hand up Deedee’s leg until she found the fairy queen’s cunt, lined with blue hair, a bit brighter than what was on her head. Deedee fluttered her wings, throwing more of the fairy dust in the air. The fairy queen went from kissing Jacinta to sucking on Jacinta’s tiny nipples. Ymir liked big, rubbery nipples, like on Lillee.
He cupped Lillee’s little titties and felt her big nipples harden under her nightgown. He pressed his hard cock against Lillee, who had to be waking up. Ymir wasn’t being gentle. Watching Della involved in the fairy orgy in the Princept’s alcove had his blood boiling.
But damn the Ax, Della still had her clothes on. He wanted to see her. That half-elven magistrate had been on his mind since his very first day at the school. Their verbal battles had always had a sexual edge to them, and her threatening murder had only shown how powerful she was. And Ymir liked his women with some spice. That was Della, all right.
On a chair together, Professor Lola and Zorynda, still tiny fairies, watched the three other women while they rubbed each other’s clits.
“Lick her sweet honeypot, Jacinta.” Queen Deedee’s voice erupted in Ymir’s ears. “Suck on this slutty Princept’s pussy.”
The words rang out clearly. It was as if the fairy queen was in his bedroom in the Zoo.
It jarred him awake, and he was left with the lingering image of the pink-haired woman getting on her knees between Della’s legs and pulling down the Princept’s pannee. Della’s robes had opened to show both halves of her breasts, but not the nipple. Ymir couldn’t help but curse Sarina’s teasing vision.
Lillee rolled toward him. The elf girl kissed him hard. Her hand went to grip his uht. He’d gone to bed naked.
“Your cock is so hard. Nasty dreams?” Lillee asked.
Jennybelle was sleeping on her side next to them, facing away. Once Ymir and Lillee started fucking, there was no way that Jennybelle would stay asleep, no matter how much wine she’d drunk.
Chapter Six
TWO MOONS THREW LIGHT across Angel Bay, which filled the big window of his room with a bright glow. To the left, the sun was just a glow on the horizon. The day’s light would be coming through the window soon enough. Ymir liked to sleep with his curtains open, although that meant closing them in the early morning. Good thing he could go back to sleep.
Not that he planned on sleeping much more with Lillee kissing him and rubbing against him.
“Tell me what you saw,” the elf girl said between kisses.
“I saw Della and some fairies fucking,” Ymir said into Lillee’s hungry wet mouth.
It made the elf girl gasp.
Ymir sucked on her bottom lip. “It was a dream, or a vision. Something. But I woke up before I got to see our Princept naked.”
“How many fairies?” Lillee asked.
“Four. Ziziva wasn’t with them.” Ymir gripped Lillee’s ass. He had her nightgown pulled up. Without her essess, Lillee couldn’t sleep naked. She’d be up all night playing with her horny oheesy—or that was what she said.
“Tell me more,” Lillee whispered.
“I woke up right when Jacinta got on her knees between Della’s legs. Della was wet. I saw the stains on her pannee. She wanted to be there with the fairies. I doubt she’ll remember. We’ll tell her.”
“Her wet pannee?” Lillee moaned and pushed him onto his back. She threw off the blankets and grabbed his cock. “The Princept looked so good tonight. I’d fuck her, Ymir. I would fuck Della Pennez. She’s half-elven, so she must have a horny elven cunt.”
Ymir found Lillee’s horny wet hole. He slid a finger in easily. She was juicy and ready for fucking. “Della did look good. But I don’t think she’ll join us. Even in my dream, Zorynda and Lolazny didn’t join Della. They kissed each other, though, and rubbed one another’s clits while they watched. Tiny fairies rubbing each other.”
Lillee flung off her nightgown. Her body radiated heat. Her eyes were gleaming with lust. “I love it when you tell me stories of when you fucked Ziziva in her ass. Twice. Once with Jennybelle in the shower. Once with Tori in The Paradise Tree. I want to be next. I want to watch you fucking that horny fairy in her tight asshole.”
She got on top of Ymir and slid her dripping oheesy down his throbbing uht. She stayed upright so he could see her big-nippled tits, the rubbery nubbins so hard. He was all the way up in her wet heat. Her sex gripped him, every inch of him.
He grabbed her pliant hips and held her down. If she moved an inch, he’d come, and he didn’t want to, not yet.
Lillee was sweating on him. She stared into his eyes. “Tell me about Ziziva again. Tell me about her butter hole.”
Ymir forced Lillee down until her face was in the crook of his neck. That allowed him to reach with both hands and spread her ass cheeks open. He traced his fingers around her soft, crinkled knot. He then smeared some of her juices around her asshole. “Ziziva told me fairies are very fertile, and she didn’t want to get pregnant. She said she was horny, but I couldn’t fuck her pussy. I had to fuck her ass instead. She is such a randy creature. You would love her.”
“Finger me there, Ymir,” Lillee whispered into his ear. “I want you to fuck me everywhere tonight.”
His finger went into her back hole easily, and he felt his hard uht inside her. Lillee ground her clit, her ohi, against him. She had such a big, swollen clit.
Lillee’s breath was hot in his ear. “Della won’t remember fucking the fairies. We’ll have to tell her. She’ll get horny. She’ll want me to lick her pussy. She’ll want to suck your cock.”
Jennybelle turned over. “That is our Honored Princept you’re talking about, girl.” She laughed and kissed Lillee’s shoulder. “What are you two doing?”
Ymir smiled and kissed the swamp woman, making sure to slide his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it, and then giggled a little. “I should’ve known you two weren’t just going to go to sleep. Not after our meeting with Della. What did I hear about her fucking fairies?”
Ymir explained things. “Sarina Sia. She gave me a vision. We’ll have to tell Della right away.”
“We’re certainly not gonna do it now.” Jennybelle rose and pulled her own nightgown off. Her huge tits, with their wide areolas, came into view.
Jenny knelt, legs spread, and gave Lillee a tit to suck on.
The elf girl latched onto a wide nipple.
Ymir found himself wanting more hands. He had a finger in Lillee’s greasy back hole. He put his other hand between Jennybelle’s legs. Her oheesy was leaking, and he knew that might mean she could take a finger. He slid one in, then two. Jennybelle whimpered. “Oh, fuck. You two are so dirty, talking about ass-fucking the fairy, talking about fucking Della.”
“I’m so dirty,” Lillee agreed. “I don’t have my cuff. I’m horny all the time. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck. Ymir has his finger in my ass right now. I think tonight he’s going to fuck it. I want him to fuck my butter hole. Just like he fucked Ziziva’s.”
“This time, I’ll remember it,” Jenny purred. “Oh, your fingers are fine, Ymir. But I need more. I want your mouth on my pussy. I want to fuck your tongue.”
Jennybelle pushed Lillee upright, which meant Ymir couldn’t finger her ass. It was a small price to pay.
Jenny straddled Ymir’s face. He was smelling her, and then he was tasting her. He found himself lost in cunt—the swamp woman on his face and the elf girl clutching his cock in her horny warmth.
He gripped Lillee’s hips while he thrust up into her.
Meanwhile, Jenny was drenching his face in her juices. Neither the swamp woman nor the horny elf were talking, so Ymir knew they were kissing and probably feeling each other up, teasing nipples, or pulling on them. Jenny liked her nipples played with. Pulling on her nipples made her come.
Lillee knew that. “You like your tits played with, don’t you, dirty girl? I’m dirty too. I want Ymir in my ass tonight. I want him in my ass.”
> Ymir again nearly lost control of himself, but he pulled himself back from the edge.
Jenny didn’t. “Oh, so hot. I’m coming so quick. I’m coming so soon.”
The swamp woman shuddered. Ymir went from sucking on her clit to tonguing her hole. He felt her body orgasming around his tongue. Jenny was so wet now, so open for fucking, but she had other ideas.
Jennybelle growled, “Lillee is feeling especially dirty tonight. I want to help you fuck her butter hole, Ymir. I don’t think you’ll last long, though. That’s okay. We have all weekend. You can fuck us both lots and lots.”
The swamp woman got off Ymir’s face and pulled Lillee off Ymir.
She then shoved the elf girl down onto her chest so her shapely ass was in the air.
Then Jennybelle laughed a little. “Oh, you are a creamy girl, aren’t you? I can see your juices all over your pussy, but your ass looks just as wet. Looks like Ziziva was a bad influence on you. Dirty fairy. Dirty elf.” Jennybelle smacked Lillee’s ass cheeks.
Lillee was nearly weeping, she was so turned on. “Help him, Jenny. Please. Help him fuck my ass.”
Jenny laughed again. “No silly talk of butter holes now. You want it dirty. Fine with me. Ymir had a finger in your ass. I want to feel it.”
Lillee let out a choked sob. “Oh, yes, I can feel you. I can feel you helping me get dirty.”
Ymir got off the bed and walked over to his desk. He kept a bottle of sex oil for such an occasion. When he’d had anal sex with Ziziva, the fairy’s oheesy had such thick spend he’d been able to use that to make her butter hole slick. This was different.
He paused at the foot of the bed to take in the two women, Jennybelle, dark and curvy, and Lillee, blond, long, and lean. Lillee was facedown on the bed. Jennybelle squatted behind her with two fingers in the elf girl’s butter hole.
Ymir handed Jenny the oil. She used that to slicken up Lillee’s pucker.
He went around to the front, and Lillee grabbed his wet dick and sucked on it. For a third time, Ymir fought the coming orgasm. Lillee’s mouth was so soft, so wet on him. Sucking hard, she made little grunting sounds as Jenny got her butt ready for him.
Lillee still stroked him as she licked his thigh. “You’re hard now. And Jenny has me ready. Go slow, Ymir. Your cock is so big, and my little asshole is so tiny. Go so slow, Ymir.”
Ymir petted her soft, platinum hair. “I’ll go slow, lovely. I’ll go slow, but then I’ll have to go fast. You’ll have to take it. You’ll have to be strong.”
“I’m too horny to be weak,” she whimpered. “Please, fuck my ass.”
Ymir would never get tired of hearing that. He walked back to the front of the bed and climbed up, and Jennybelle took a turn sucking on him as he gazed down on Lillee’s holes.
Jenny smacked his dick on Lillee’s butt cheek. “You both are more than ready for this.”
The swamp woman helped keep Lillee’s ass cheeks open as he pushed the head of his cock into her rubbery ring. The oil made it far more slippery than mere saliva alone. He could feel Lillee’s body opening to accept him. He was inside her, inside her tight back hole, and it felt so good, so different than her oheesy. Her pussy had gripped his entire length. He mostly felt her tightness right at the entrance.
But she wanted him deeper. “More, Ymir. I want more of your cock in my ass.”
Ymir caressed and gripped Lillee’s hips as he pushed himself deeper into her. She did have a small hole. But he was stretching it out.
Jenny watched. She was on Ymir’s left. She was pulling and teasing on Lillee’s nipples. “Oh, you two are so horny. Talking about Della did it, right, horny girl? You want to fuck the Princept.”
“I do,” Lillee whispered. “She’s like me. She doesn’t have a cuff, so she’ll want to fuck dirty. I know Della wants to fuck dirty.”
Ymir slid slowly out of the elf until he was just about to slip out of her completely. He then pressed himself back into her.
That elicited a long “Yessssss” from the elf girl.
Ymir could increase his pace, going slowly at first, but then faster, and faster.
Jennybelle continued to help out, playing with Lillee’s tits and trying to get to her ohi, but the angle was wrong.
Ymir knew it, but he couldn’t stop. He was so close again—after his vision, after all the play, he was going to let himself orgasm, only Lillee had other ideas. “On my back. Then Jenny can play with my honeypot. That’s what fairies call it. I want to be fucked like one of the Fayee.”
Lillee slithered away from Ymir. She flopped onto her back and pushed herself to the edge of the bed. Her legs were spread, and Ymir saw her long clit, her pink pussy, and her stretched anus underneath.
He slid back into her dirt box. Jennybelle fucked the elf in her pussy with three fingers, which drove Lillee insane. And it drove Ymir to fuck the elf faster. She was ready for a hard ass-fucking now. They all were.
Lillee shrieked from the pounding she was getting...from Ymir, from Jennybelle, and the elf was pulling on her own nipples, and right when she came, Ymir came.
They were both lost in their orgasms, the elf grunting, Ymir grunting, each of them feeling the sensations that proved they were alive, fully involved in life, celebrating their skin and the limits of their imaginations.
Animals fucked, but was animal fucking this much of a dance? Ymir didn’t think so.
With his women? It was a dirty dance of love and lust.
Ymir found the strength of his legs left him. He wound up on the floor, stretched out on his back, laughing.
Jenny and Lillee echoed his laughter.
Both were on the edge of the bed, laying on their bellies, both sweaty and sex-dazed.
“Well, now, I just might have to try that,” Jennybelle said. “How long is it gonna take, big man?”
Truth be told, Ymir was already getting hard at the idea of taking the swamp woman in her butter hole.
Lillee kissed Jenny’s cheek. “You are going to love it.”
“I already do, sweetness,” Jennybelle said. “I already do.”
Ymir stood. It was time to get back to the work of loving his wives, which wasn’t work at all.
The next day, he met Della Pennez on the main floor of the Librarium. He was going to class, she was heading toward her mezzanine office. He pulled her close and told her about what he’d seen—her with the fairies, in her special alcove office on the sixth floor.
The Princept held up a hand. “What I do in my personal life is none of your business, barbarian. Like the kiss, we will not be discussing what you saw.”
That seemed to put an end to it.
They wouldn’t talk about it again until Della brought it up. That would take far longer than Ymir would’ve thought.
The Princept was embarrassed, clearly, and Ymir didn’t quite know what to think about that.
Chapter Seven
A MONTH LATER, YMIR waited in the Moons classroom to talk with Professor Linnylynn Albatross. He actually had her for two classes that year. One was Astride the Ages: The Story of the Vempor Aegel Akkridor. It was an in-depth class on the famed thousand-year-old vempor. Professor Albatross was also teaching his Religions of Thera class. Ymir liked studying history, and he wouldn’t have taken the religion class if there hadn’t been talk of demons. Both proved to be useful in their own way.
Professor Issa Leel taught his judician Flow class, while Professor Lola was instructing him on how to meld Flow and Moons magic. Ymir did get an erection in the fairy professor’s class, remembering what he’d seen in his vision.
Ymir was waiting after class because he had certain questions for Professor Albatross. He needed answers, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t reveal a single thing about his current plans. That included Della Pennez’s help in forging more rings.
The Princept had been studying the various forbidden texts from the Illuminates Spire, but she had kept her vow not to talk about what had happened with the fairies.
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bsp; Linny was a part of another secret society, which Ymir didn’t like. He had to admit that this White Rose Society had helped him. They’d given him a book, Circulum, which had proved very useful in forging the Gather Breath Ring.
Linnylynn Albatross was from the Scatter Islands south of the Swamp Coast queendoms. Linny had taught Moons at the Verra Nassa University in Williminaville before coming to Old Ironbound. Her round face was beautiful, with a cute circle of a nose, full lips, and very dark skin. Curls danced around her head as she nodded, or shook her head, or laughed, which she liked to do. Outside of Professor Lola, Linnylynn Albatross was perhaps the most questionable of the professors at Old Ironbound, and yet she’d become the Studia Dux of the Moons college.
Ymir waited as the last of the scholars emptied out of her classroom, which was the very same room where a former Moons professor had taught—Professor Siteev Ckins. Ymir couldn’t help but look at the desk in that room with fond memories. Too bad Siteev Ckins later tried to kill him.
Linny, though, was a woman of a different nature. She had very little interest in sex, according to Tori who had taken a trip through the life of the professor. She’d fallen in love with a Cujan boy back when she’d been studying the orishas in the Swamp Coast queendoms. The relationship had ended, Linny had moved on, and now her true lust she saved for her studies of Moons, and the study of demonology in particular.
She knew about the Akkir Akkor, but she saw them in a symbolic way, rather than literal. Ymir couldn’t understand half of her claptrap. He only suffered through her poetry and nonsense to get information from her.
Linny came around to lean against the desk. She kept her Moons robes closed, white Moons embroidery on blue material. “Yes, Ymir, from the look on your face, I see you have questions. I’m afraid I can guess at least one. I simply don’t know how Gulnash was able to craft the Crystal Null Ring. Believe me, I would tell you if I could.”
“I know you would.” Ymir frowned. He didn’t like how Linny knew certain things when he and his ptoor kept quiet about them. He stood there in his own Flow robes, gray and black, but with patches of leather added to accommodate his muscular build. His satchel, heavy with books, hung from his shoulder. And he was wearing two rings, the Black Ice and the Winter Flame. Those would give him weapons enough, so he didn’t have to carry around his axes—although he never would have thought so two years ago.
