by Aaron Crash
He suddenly found himself with a horny mermaid on him. Ribby’s face was pretty and human when she told him exactly what was going on. “While I swam, I couldn’t hear much of your conversation, but I could feel the lust in both your souls. Your eyes are green, Ymir. You’re trying to fight it, but you want to fuck. I think that’s exactly what we should do. No more chitub. We do the bitribib. We come and come and come.”
Ziziva broke free of the tentacle, and she spun in a shower of Scintilla Dust. In the process, she shed her clothes, so she stood there with her perfect little titties exposed. She had a golden triangle of fur between her legs. Ymir knew what treasure lay in that little golden box, though he hadn’t sampled that part of her with his cock yet.
On the trip back to StormLight Island, Ziziva had been honest with him. She wanted a child. It had been her wish for decades on end, and yet her magistrate had told her it was the wrong time. In essence, they didn’t want Ziziva having babies because they wanted her working to fill the coffers of the Undergem Guild. Which she’d done. Now, the fairy girl wanted to rebel against the Fayee hierarchy.
Ziziva knelt down on the dock on Ymir’s right.
Ymir was a tad drunk from the kelp rum, and his head was spinning from his conversation with the fairy, and then there was the naked mermaid on him with her lower half a variety of tentacles. Two held his wrists. Two held his ankles. Her wet hair dripped onto his neck and chest.
He wasn’t used to being on his back—he was generally on top of his woman.
Ribby slid her tongue across Ymir’s lips. “Your three questions, Ymir. Don’t worry about them. You fucked the fairy twice now. You can fuck her again. You wouldn’t be dishonoring yourself.”
“You’re right,” Ymir said. “As for my family, I don’t think I’d be dishonoring them either. If the rest of my sharreb knew Ziziva like we do, I think they would have a different opinion of her. Gatha hasn’t killed her yet, which is a vote of confidence. Could we take this talk into the lighthouse?”
A cold wind brought on a wash of raindrops. Ymir was tired of being in the wet air.
Ribby, though, had him pinned down. He could get away from her easily, but he wanted to see where this talk led. And he still hadn’t made up his mind about the third question. There would be babies. Oh, yes, there would. But how many?
Ziziva went to pull Ribby off her, but the mermaid deftly kept her at bay with yet another tentacle. “One moment, fairy girl. How did you answer the three questions?”
Ziziva winced, closing her eyes, as rain dripped from her face. Her hair and wings still looked dry, though. More fairy magic.
This was the part that Ymir found troubling. “Ziziva has no family, only a magistrate, and yes, she would be going against the rules of her people if I got her pregnant. But that’s what she wants. But you knew that. That’s why you had the idea of Gatha training her, to get her into our sharreb. For you too were an outsider.”
Ribby kissed him. She rubbed her sex, hidden away in the middle of her tentacles, against his hard bulge.
Ziziva finally wrestled away from the tendril. She pulled Ribby’s head away using the mermaid’s colorful hair. When Ribby went to talk, the fairy stuck her fingers in the mermaid’s mouth. “You hush now, sea girl, and let me tell it to you. Not Ymirry, but me, but me, you suck on my fingers, while I tell my story.”
Ribby seemed to like sucking on Ziziva’s fingers.
The fairy gripped one of the mermaid’s tiny nipples. “Little Ziziva, little Zee, has not honored herself for years, following the rules ever, and breaking her oaths never. Honoring myself is having wogglesparks of my own, my own glimmertime. One will come to me, and I will hold her while she grows. And then I’ll have a baby of my own.”
Ziziva pulled her fingers from Ribby’s mouth. The fairy caressed the mermaid’s face. “Sweet Charibda has given me my chance, and I thank you, my sweet. I want you to help me because I’ve had dirty thoughts, filthy. I’ve had dirty thoughts, many.”
Ymir marveled at how Ziziva had fallen into the Winkle Tongue. She could speak plain, though, and that was the important part. And she’d stuck with the training, though Gatha hadn’t gone easy on her.
Tears trickled down Ziziva’s face.
Ribby brushed them away. “Sweet Zee, you’ve been alone for a long time. I understand more than anyone. To be dismissed for being a fairy. To live a life on the outside of things. If you want a baby, I think Ymir should give you one.” Ribby turned. “Ymir?”
Both the fairy and the mermaid were gazing down at his face. Both were so serious then, awaiting his answer.
He smiled. “If I do give Ziziva a baby, I’ll have to tell my wives. I know I swore on the Shieldmaiden not to tell, but they have to know.”
Ziziva winced, but then she nodded. “You love them, and they should know. If I trust you, I’ll trust them just so.”
Ymir continued. “You should trust them. Like I’m trusting you. But if you curse me in the process, fairy, well, fuck it. I’m already cursed. Let’s just get someplace warm. I’m a simple man, not a mermaid accustomed to the depths, or a fairy with ice water in her veins.”
Ziziva seemed confused. “Is that a yes?”
Ymir sobered. “That is a yes.”
The fairy squealed with delight, and then she smacked Ymir’s arm. “Meanie Ymirry, not speaking clear. And the Fayee don’t mind the watery cold, for the water is our home, across Thera. All the water. All the places. We are there. We are there.”
Ribby scooped them both up in her tentacles and set them on their feet. The mermaid then magicked away her tendrils. On two feet, she ran with them off the dock, up the path, until they were in her room.
Ymir threw logs into the fireplace and set them ablaze with the Yellow Scorch Ring.
He thought to get some beer, something other than the kelp liquor they’d been drinking, but the girls had other ideas. The fairy and the mermaid were on their knees in front of him. Ziziva, in her Verum Self, was so short compared to the long, thin mermaid.
Ymir peeled off his shirt. He hardly felt the cold. From the fire and from the women, the room would soon be hot, very hot indeed.
Ziziva bent and stuck her face right in Ymir’s crotch. “I like how he smells. I’ve always liked how he smelled, from the first day, the first moment, sweetie dearie Ymirry. From the first second.”
Ribby had her fingers on Ziziva’s ass, cupping a single plump, perfectly round butt cheek. Ribby’s eyes were gleaming.
Ziziva pulled Ymir’s pants down and his cock sprang out. It was free for only a moment, and then the fairy girl captured it in her mouth.
Ribby’s other hands found Ziziva’s tits. “You like the smell, you naughty girl, but you also like the taste. That’s very obvious.”
Ziziva took him deep into her mouth, into the back of her throat. She choked before shuddering and then retreating. Strings of saliva connected the head of his uht to her wonderfully cute face. A second later, she was sucking on him again. The fairy girl’s other hand went to Ymir’s balls, handling them gently, reverently.
Ziziva then let Ymir’s cock fall from her mouth. “I’m touching his balls. That’s where his cum is. He’s going to fill me with his cum. He’s going to get me pregnant.”
Ribby smacked her ass before massaging it. Then the mermaid’s fingers dipped into the fairy girl’s crack. “But what about your butter hole? I wanted to see if he can fit that huge uht back there. Don’t worry, I can clean it off so he can fuck your honeypot.”
Ymir liked where the conversation was going.
Ziziva squealed as she sucked on him some more. Ribby clearly had her fingers in the fairy girl’s ass.
Ziziva went from touching his balls to stroking his cock.
Ribby laughed and smacked Zee’s ass again and then must’ve switched holes. “Oh, I know why she calls it her honeypot. Her juices are so thick and creamy, and there’s so much of it. I see how it works. I can use her wet little cunt to make her butter ho
le nice and slippery.” Ribby then tasted the fairy’s honey.
Ziziva couldn’t talk, she could only moan with pleasure as the mermaid played with her horny holes. Ymir took ahold of the fairy’s short hair and took a minute to fuck her mouth hard.
The fairy girl must’ve liked being used hard like that. She moaned. She fluttered her wings, throwing Scintilla Dust, making the room glow.
Ribby’s lower half exploded into tentacles. Those coils grabbed the fairy and swept her up into the air. “It’s my turn, bitch. Such a greedy little fairy bitch, trying to keep all of that cock to herself.”
Ribby then grabbed both Ymir’s legs with two tentacles and his cock with her hand. She gripped the shaft hard and then sucked it into her mouth. The fairy was caught, small enough that the tentacles could hold her off the carpet. Ymir was given a nice view of Ziziva’s tits, with their hard nipples, and the wet hair of her oheesy, darkened by her juices.
Then Ribby shifted her so the fairy girl was almost flat, her legs open enough so he could see her swollen honeypot and her butter hole. Ribby had done a good job of getting that pucker wet for fucking.
Ribby glanced over her shoulder. “Our little fairy girl does look like she is ready for all kinds of sex, don’t you think, Ymir? Maybe I should open her up a little more.”
The mermaid slid around Ymir until he could feel her tits pressing up against his back. She kept him rooted to the spot, while her six other tendrils held onto Ziziva. Four coils held the fairy girl aloft. Then two other tentacles slid up her body to tease both her pussy and her ass until the coils wiggled into the fairy, filling both holes.
The fairy girl glanced down to see the tentacles fucking her. Ziziva let out a shriek of pure lust. She grabbed her own nipples and pulled on them.
Ribby’s breasts pushed against Ymir’s back, her strong hand gripped his uht, and her voice was a whisper in his ear. “Now watch. She’ll play with her tits. I’ll fuck her pussy and asshole. Then I’m going to find her dusza, Ymir, and we’ll watch this little fairy bitch come.”
Ribby loved to play savage games in the bedroom, but rarely had he seen her so enflamed. He knew why. This was all a prelude to Ymir pounding Ziziva until he filled her body with his potent seed.
Chapter Twenty-Six
A FIRE CRACKLED IN the fireplace while rain pattered against the windows.
Ymir stood with Ribby clutching him, stroking his cock. Both were watching the fairy getting filled with tentacles. Another tendril found Ziziva’s mouth, and she sucked on Ribby’s coil as two other tentacles stretched out her other openings.
The fairy girl was completely filled by Ribby’s appendages. And then Ziziva’s eyes widened. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t voice her pleasure, but the way she blinked in ecstasy, the way she grunted, the way her wings fluttered—all pointed to an orgasm that wouldn’t extinguish the fire of her lust. No, more pleasure would only fan the fairy’s carnal desires.
Ymir was connected to both Ribby’s and Ziziva’s duszas. He felt the orgasmic energy pulsate out from the fairy girl’s body. Ymir felt himself on the edge of coming in Ribby’s strong hand, but then the feeling was pulled from him.
The tentacles grabbed cushions from Ribby’s net bed and from other furniture and tossed them onto the red carpet in front of the fireplace. Then the tentacles laid the gasping fairy onto the little bed of cushions.
The coils retracted back around Ymir, holding him tight. The tentacles seemed to be everywhere at once, but the mermaid was using her hand to stroke his cock. He felt like he was coming, but again, the mermaid was holding him back. It was a luxurious agony at first, then he allowed himself to ride the edge. It was like he was coming without coming. The sensation threatened to drive him mad.
He pulled himself out of Ribby’s clutches and got down on the floor with Ziziva. Her legs were spread. Her little pussy was so creamy, her lips open to show him her pink insides.
Ymir was about to stick his cock into her, but Ribby pulled him back. “No, I want to see it in her ass. Don’t worry, I won’t let you come. And I’m not going to let her come again either. Not until I’m sure we’re all ready.”
Ymir didn’t know what that meant. He didn’t care.
He looked at Ziziva. Her eyes were half closed from desire. Ribby’s cushions propped the fairy up so she could watch him fuck her.
She nodded. She wanted this.
He slid his uht down the lips of oheesy to get it oiled up with her spend before he pressed the helmet of his cock into her tight little butthole. Her greasy pucker opened to accept the head of his cock. Then he was filling her. Her ass tunnel clutched him.
Ziziva whimpered, “Is it still tight, Ymirry? Or did that bad mermaid stretch my little butter hole out too much? Do I feel good? Does my ass feel good on you?”
“Yes,” Ymir hissed. He started easing himself in and out of her tightness. Her oheesy bubbled more juices down to where their bodies were joined. Like Ribby promised, he remained on the edge, every nerve in his sex alive and burning with pleasure. He loved this. It gave him enough freedom to do whatever he wanted to this horny little thing without the fear of spilling his seed too early.
He drew back until his cock almost left her ass, and then he shoved it back in, over and over, until she was squealing with pleasure.
Ribby clung to Ymir, watching him fuck the fairy. “She does take it in her ass well. She is dirty, so dirty. You have to do that to me, Ymir. You have to fuck my ass like you’re fucking hers.”
Ziziva was there to complain. “No, you horny sea creature! First Ymir has to take me in my honeypot! First Ymir has to get me pregnant!” The fairy girl reached down and spread her sex open so he could see the bubbling pink insides. Her oheesy looked as tight as her ass.
Ziziva went from holding herself open to rubbing her clit. “Oh, I love you in my dirt box. I love rubbing my button with you in me, and I want to come, but the mean old mermaid won’t let me. She won’t let me come, but it feels so good.”
Ribby’s laughter was hot in Ymir’s ear. “Look at that tight honeypot. It’s going to feel so good on you, even better, even tighter than her ass. She’s been fucked in her butter hole a lot, but her honeypot? Never. You’ll be the first. Are you ready for that, barbarian? Are you ready to make her virgin pussy come on your cock?”
“Please say yes!” Ziziva shrieked. “I want it. I want to feel it there. I’ve fucked myself, and I’ve fucked other fairies, but never a real cock. Never a real fleshy pole in my little horny sex hole. Please, Ymirry, please!”
Ymir thought of their time with Tori, when Ziziva had wanted him to fuck her pussy while at the same time being scared to death of such a thing. Now he knew why. For him to fill her would be for her to risk everything. But it was what she wanted. In truth, it was what he wanted as well.
Ymir slid out of her pucker.
Ribby rolled around the room on her tentacles. She took up a basin, water, soap, a towel, then came back to clean him off.
The naked mermaid then positioned herself over Ziziva’s face. The fairy glanced up at Ribby’s salty pink oheesy and the tiny pink starfish. Ziziva’s eyes were locked onto the sight of those holes in the middle of all those tentacles.
For now, he could appreciate the little titties and nipples of the mermaid, her tight belly, and then the scaled skin that led to her tentacles.
A glance down, and he was staring into the eyes of the fairy.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
Ziziva didn’t blink. “I want this. I want you. I want a baby.”
Then Ymir felt the hot throb of his uht—normally he would’ve already come, but not with Ribby there, using her strange Aquaterreb powers to hold his orgasm back. He didn’t need to look down because he felt the softness of the fairy’s wet hair, and then the moist softness of her thick lips, and then the entrance to her tunnel.
He looked into Ziziva’s eyes. He felt her soul mingling with his, and he wasn’t afraid she’d betray him.
No, this was what she wanted, with every fiber of her being.
Her eyes widened. “Big. Thick. Stretching me. Oh, you’re stretching my honeypot. So good. It’s so good. I want to do this again and again while I’m pregnant. Again and again and again and again.”
Her pussy was tighter than her asshole, and it was like he was fucking a drenched inferno. She clung to him, and he felt the tremors of her body, her entire body. He was afraid he’d break through Ribby’s spell and come immediately, but at the same time, that was what they all wanted—for him to fill her with his seed.
He was inside her all the way, and he felt her clinging to him. Then he eased back until his head almost dropped out of her horny honeypot and before he knew it, he had the urge to get back inside her. He was fairly certain it was the snuggest, wettest pussy of his life.
“Harder, Ymir! Fuck me harder!” the fairy called out. Then she couldn’t talk because Ribby had slipped her pussy down to cover Ziziva’s mouth. Ribby gripped Ymir and held the fairy down, all of those tentacles gripping them, while Ymir got down to the work of coming in the girl. It was the finest of tasks.
Ribby entangled her fingers in Ymir’s hair. Their sweat coursed down their bodies to fall on the fairy girl’s tits, which rose and fell with each of Ymir’s thrusts. Her pussy was a mess of cream as he pounded her, holding onto Ribby, as she held onto him, and it was like he was floating.
Ribby gasped, “Oh, yes, I’m almost there. She’s sucking on my clit now, sucking on it to make me come. When I come, so will she, so will you. We’ll all come together, and you’re going to fill her. You’re going to fill her cunt with your cum.”
The mermaid’s dirty talk had taken a toll on her. Face shining with sweat, mouth hanging open, muddy green eyes half closed, Ribby let out a single grunt. Then she slid into her orgasm.
Ziziva’s squeals of pleasure, whatever she wanted to say, all was muffled in the strange sex of the sea woman. But it was clear what was happening. That impossibly tight tunnel grabbed hold of Ymir’s cock. The fairy’s pussy squeezed him over and over. Ymir rammed his cock up into her, as far as he could go, up in her deep, and then his own ecstasy found him.
