by Aaron Crash
It was mostly humans and orcs down in the Librarium, and it was mostly those who were already lovers, fucking out in the open. The elves and dwarves would’ve left, since they would have natural immunity against the Glow Rain.
But it wasn’t just scholars fucking.
Yannc Winslo was half stripped. She had her face between the thick thighs of Fryla Walker, licking the Farmington Collective girl, who was on a table, propped up on her elbows, both tits filling her hands.
Fryla Walker’s boyfriend, the Gruul warrior Erigg Bloogg, was fucking Yannc Winslow with his big green cock. From the gasps and cries of the threesome, Winslo, Fryla, and Erigg were all loving the sex.
One of the Collective’s leaders, a big-bellied man named Gregor Earle, had found a willing playmate, a dominist student named Brigitte Liesenn, who gripped a table while the older man slammed into her. Both were naked and sweating.
There was one dwarf there, Buck Minefinder, who was fucking Kacky. The fat she-orc was on her back, while her friend, Gluck, rode her face and played with the chubby orc’s huge tits. Both Gluck and Buck Minefinder glanced around them at all the other students having sex in all possible combinations.
Seeing the chaos of lust below made Della think of the orgies that Sarina Sia had thrown in the Scrollery. This was both their dreams come true. Or was it a shocking nightmare of lust?
A sparkle came close and brushed Della’s arm. Her sex was already wet and quivering, but now she felt fresh tingles between her legs and around her nipples. Della knew she was going to pull Ymir down and ride him, fuck his big uht until she made him come inside her tight cunt.
She had to get rid of Issa Leel first.
“Professor Leel,” Della said in a choked voice. “You need to remove the Glow Rain from the citadel, lock the doors, and let this run its course. There is an immediate curfew—those who aren’t engaged in sex should stay in their rooms. You will keep the dignitaries in the Reception Room, and make sure there is no sex in there. Use Flow magic. Wet them down if you have to.”
Even using the word “wet” made Della tremble.
“Why not use Flow magic here, Princept?” the professor asked.
Because I want to fuck Ymir. The thought was loud in Della’s mind, but she didn’t say it. Instead, she came up with a plausible excuse. “Water, or even ice, might destroy the books. We can’t have that. I saw one of the sparkles drift down into the Scrollery. We have to make sure they stay outside.”
The professor looked at Della closely. That essess on Issa Leel’s arm must’ve been working furiously to keep the lust out of the Ohlyrran woman.
“I might be able to come up with a spell to neutralize the Glow Rain’s power. A simple dispel magic might do the trick. A Flow cantrip.” A frown furrowed the elven woman’s brow.
“Get the sparks outside, Professor. That’s the plan.” Ymir was breathing hard.
Good. He was feeling it too. They would go down into the basement of the Librarium and fuck.
But Della knew that was impossible. She had to cling to at least some of her dignity. It was so hard to think with her pounding heart and gushing pussy.
Ymir grabbed the Princept. “We have to get the Glow Rain out of the Scrollery.”
The elven professor let out a gasp of surprise. Neither Ymir nor Della turned to address her.
The barbarian marched the Princept to the Scrollery gate. Della felt so small, so weak, compared to the giant man beside her.
She didn’t ask how he knew the magic to unlock the gate—it was clear enough. Gatha had taught him. Ymir had the run of the campus for the most part, and why shouldn’t he? He was the hero of their age. There was nothing he couldn’t do. Della would be stupid if she let this chance to have sex with him pass. In the end, she had the perfect excuse.
They ran down the circular staircase, unlocked the bottom gate, and went hustling past the shelves and tables to get to the back of the room.
Della started shedding her clothes, first her boots, then her robes, dropping all good sense as she dropped her clothes. Ymir was also stripping. When he lost his pants, Della saw, at long last, his huge, arching cock. She’d seen it in her vision of him fucking Tori and Lillee in the kitchen storeroom, but now she was seeing it with her own eyes. He was right there. She was going to touch, stroke, feel its curve, and taste its juice.
They reached the back of the Scrollery, where a lantern burned, along with a few specks of Glow Rain. Those sparkles had done their job, though with a certain she-orc, it was a short walk from reading to diddling her clit.
Gatha had stripped naked, and she was on her comfortable chair, with a glass phallus up her asshole. Her gray-green pussy lips were bright with her juices, and her enormous clit seemed to throb at the top of her slit. She was rubbing her ohi as hard as she could while riding the glass dick, lodged between her and the seat cushion.
When she saw Della and Ymir naked, Gatha stopped rubbing her pussy and instead gripped her tits and pinched her dark green nipples. “Oh, the Princept has come to get fucked like a whore. Maybe you should be eating my cunt, Princept. Maybe you should eat my slutty student cunt.”
Della felt a trickle of her juice run down the inside of her thigh. Was she that wet? Unbelievably, she was even more turned on than when she’d had sex with the four fairies. She felt crazed, insane with fuck lust.
Della’s eyes went from Gatha’s bare pussy, with not a single hair on it, to Ymir’s hard cock, which had a little pearl of pre-cum oozing out of that big pink head. There was no way for Della to say no, at least to some sex play. She didn’t need to go all the way. She could just play a bit.
With that decided, she had a choice to make. But by the Tree of Life, which of her scholars should she start with?
The answer was simple. Gatha looked luscious, but Della had been dreaming of Ymir’s cock for more than two years now, and she had to sample it.
She felt like such a slutty Princept as she got down on her knees. A nice thick carpet covered the stone in Gatha’s corner, and Della was grateful for the cushioning. She’d have knelt on stone happily, though, to finally live out this fantasy.
She didn’t use her hands. She lined her mouth up with Ymir’s cock and drank it into her mouth. She was overwhelmed with the feel of him in her mouth, smelling his strong body, tasting his essence as she finally got to experience Ymir in the way she’d always wanted to.
What of the three questions of the clans? Della wasn’t about to stop and ask them. Neither were Ymir and Gatha. The Glow Rain lust had them, and they wouldn’t stop until they were all satisfied.
Chapter Forty
YMIR KNEW THAT WITHOUT the Glow Rain, Della Pennez would never be naked, on her knees, with his cock in her mouth. She had her eyes closed, but she was so pretty, with her short white hair, the wrinkles around her eyes, and the muscles of her body tensing.
She was on her knees, resting her arms on her thighs. His eyes went to the weight of her tits, how hard her nipples were, and yes, the triangle of snowy fur between her legs. Her face might be aged, but the rest of her was youthful with lust.
She bobbed her head on his cock, only using the soft, warm suck, which felt so good on his sensitive uht. He had to close his eyes for a minute, it felt beyond good, and he was so hard. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Della had risen up on her knees and spread her legs so she could rub her pussy and play with a nipple while she sucked on him.
She wasn’t the only white-haired woman in the room.
Gatha had been rubbing herself hard, trying to orgasm, but the she-orc always did have a hard time coming. Stories of the fairy sex must’ve gotten to Gatha because she had a glass phallus in her butter hole.
Gatha stopped masturbating to grin at him. “I shall never tire of watching you jam your cock into the mouth of some horny bitch. And it looks like this bitch is a horny one. I liked Della as a warrior, but I think I might like her more as a slut.”
Della laughed a little and then adjusted herse
lf so she was on all fours, arching her back, with her legs spread wide, which meant her ass cheeks fell open. Still, she made sure Ymir could thrust his uht in and out of her mouth.
As for Gatha, she was given a more intimate view of their Princept. “I can see her cunt, Ymir. I can see her cunt and her asshole.” The she-orc was back to rubbing her clit, but she was also forcing that glass cock deeper into her ass.
Ymir reached forward and grabbed Della’s ass cheeks, first one, then the other, feeling the pliant flesh and the muscles underneath. She was small enough, he was tall enough, that he could feel her holes, first her wet oheesy, and then the swirl of her butthole.
Being with Ziziva had got him thinking about the butter holes of all his wives. Not that Della was one of his wives, but the way she was moaning around his cock when he touched her ass meant she was no stranger to anal play.
Della’s mouth was so hungry, wet, and warm that Ymir straightened. He took hold of the Princept’s head and started fucking her mouth like he wanted to fuck her cunt.
She gurgled and groaned with pleasure, and Ymir was surprised that she liked being treated rough. He would’ve thought she would be the one to dominate, but that wasn’t the case. At least not with him.
Della finally pushed herself away. She rolled onto her back, with her head between Gatha’s green feet. The Princept turned her head and licked Gatha’s foot until the she-orc slipped her big toe into Della’s mouth. Della sucked on the toe like she sucked on Ymir. The Princept also spread herself for Ymir, and he was given the first view of her oheesy. Again, she had a surprisingly pink hole, thick lips, and a nice little clit, not tiny, but not as big as Gatha’s huge green ohi. Far from it. Della had a dainty little pussy compared to the she-orc.
Ymir knew he could get down on top of the Princept and slide his cock into her. He also knew that Della would regret it. They had been growing closer, and their two kisses had cemented their attraction for each other, but Della insisted that she would never, under any condition, fuck her scholars.
Already, she’d broken most of that promise to herself, but she hadn’t broken all of it. There was still time to salvage at least some of their situation. Ymir wouldn’t bring up the three questions since he wasn’t going to fuck the Princept. There was another woman there he could pound without the threat of any kind of regret.
Nonetheless, he wasn’t going to let the night pass without tasting Della.
Ymir strode forward and got down on the floor to give Della’s pussy a sniff and a lick. She smelled musky and sweet, very sweet, almost like fairy pussy. She squealed when his tongue hit her ohi.
She dropped the she-orc’s toe from her mouth. She slammed her legs shut. “So good. So good I can’t stand it. Oh, don’t fuck me, Ymir. Please, I want it, I want it so hard, either my pussy or my ass, I don’t care, but you can’t. You can’t.”
Ymir didn’t respond. He just sucked on her clit. He felt her body go rigid, every muscle tensed. A second later, Della arched her back, coming. He felt her body spasming and she gasped as sweat dripped off her in rivers.
Ymir licked that sweat off her belly and sucked on one of his Princept’s nipples. He then licked her chin and kissed her. “Don’t worry. I’ll come, you’ll come again, and then we’ll get to the business we’ve been working on for months. Tonight is the night, I can feel it, but we’ll need a plan. We’ll need to get Ribby close. But first, I’m going to fuck Gatha like I want to fuck you.”
Ymir stood, walked over to Gatha, and grabbed a leg. He pulled her upright, then eased the glass phallus out of her ass. He dropped it to the carpet and hauled her off the chair.
Della saw what he was doing and got out of the way.
Gatha was on her back, legs spread, arms above her head so he could see the smooth skin of her underarms. Sweat dripped off her onto the carpet. Both he and Della enjoyed her fuck musk.
Della bent, kissing the she-orc, with lips, with tongues, with spit, before licking her way down to Gatha’s nipples to suck on her tits before licking her way down the she-orc’s muscled belly.
Della put her finger and thumb on either side of Gatha’s big clit. “I like that the Gruul don’t have any fuck hair. You can see their horny pussies so easily.”
Della lapped at Gatha’s huge clit, her pink tongue flicking the green button. “Put it in her, Ymir. Put your uht in her.”
Ymir didn’t think twice. He knelt, got into position, and split Gatha’s big green cunt open with his cock. He was up in her, fully inside her, with the Princept watching the whole event.
Della hissed laughter. “She does take cock well. Fuck for a moment, and then I want you to stick it in her ass.”
Ymir growled and slammed into Gatha, and Gatha took it, her tits wobbling, her mouth open, shrieking at the feel of his massive cock in her tight tunnel. He fucked her so hard, her tusks popped out, and she was shrieking.
The Glow Rain had them all running hot.
Ymir almost came, almost filled Gatha’s pussy, but he was able to pull out of her before he lost control. The minute he was out, Della was there to taste the depths of the she-orc’s sex. Della sucked on his cock, which had him on the edge of coming again.
Della managed to keep him in her mouth as she moved to straddle Gatha’s face, but the she-orc’s tusks were in the way. The Princept let Ymir’s cock drop from her mouth. “Pretty Gatha, I want to feel your lips on me. You’re going to suck my clit and make me come again while Ymir fucks your ass. Pretty Gatha, be a good girl and suck on your Princept’s pussy.”
Gatha retracted her tusks, and she went to say something, but Della cut off her words by sitting on her face. Della sighed. “Oh, the she-orc is so fucking horny. The green slut is down here, reading her dirty books and playing with her dirty pussy. Now she can play with my dirty pussy. She can lick my dirty pussy clean.”
Ymir pushed Gatha’s legs up, and Della grabbed one. The Princept had a filthy mind, a filthy mouth, but she wasn’t talking because she was sucking on Gatha’s toe again.
Ymir’s eyes went from Della’s tits down her body to her white-haired oheesy stuffed into Gatha’s mouth.
Ymir then got the head of his cock greasy with Gatha’s spend and eased it into her already wet ass—when she’d played with that toy, she’d gotten her butter hole nice and loose and wet with love oil. He easily was able to pop the head of his dick into her anal ring. His head was in her, and soon his entire shaft was in her, and he felt her heat, her horny heat, gripping him. When he was all the way in her ass, he looked down to see her pink pussy hole in the middle of her dark green lips.
Then Della dropped her head down, sucking hard on Gatha’s clit, sucking so hard that Gatha began to buck her hips, fucking her clit into Della’s mouth and her ass down on Ymir’s cock. It was too much. Ymir was only going to get a couple of strokes in Gatha’s hot butter hole before he came.
He got three strokes before Gatha slammed down onto his uht. The she-orc started whimpering into Della’s furry white slit. Gatha was coming, and Ymir felt it, her insides tightening and loosening on him, tightening and loosening, the spasms matching her pleasure.
Gatha had been close before, and the added excitement of all the nasty things they did together had pushed her into her heaven. And Gatha’s orgasm lasted so long.
Ymir couldn’t wait for her to finish. With her butthole still hugging him, he pushed his uht deeper into her. Then his own ecstasy took hold of him. He felt himself spewing his seed into her ass, coating her insides, coming in her, over and over.
Della rose up, still on Gatha’s face and grinding on it hard. Gatha might not be able to breathe, but the Princept didn’t care. She was going to come on her scholar’s face.
Ymir grabbed both of the Princept’s nipples and pulled.
Della looked into his eyes. “I’m coming, Ymir. She came, then you came, and now your pretty Princept is coming. Watch me come, Ymir. Watch your pretty, perverted Princept come.”
Della’s eyes lost focus
, her mouth opened, and spit dripped down her chin. Then she was coming, taking in little breaths, letting out little whimpers, as she experienced the bliss that he and Gatha had just experienced.
Ymir took hold of Della, kissing her, not like he kissed her before, with passion that couldn’t be restrained, but with the tenderness of a passion consummated.
He and Della hadn’t had the kind of sex they both wanted, but they had shared this at least.
Della pulled back and looked into his eyes.
Ymir saw doubt in them, a bit of regret, maybe some sorrow, but he also saw courage and love, love for him, and love for life.
“Ignis ignarum,” she whispered, and some of the glow drops vanished completely. Other sparks went bobbing along the walls.
Gatha slithered out from under them and kissed Della, slow and sweet, but instead of kissing Ymir, she looked into his eyes. He held her gaze, and both relished the Farrg Panng, the expression of deep love among the Gruul.
Gatha then got to her feet, retrieved a jar, and began collecting the glow drops that had escaped Della’s spell.
Ymir grinned as they dressed. “So you could’ve dispelled the magic all along. Glad you didn’t get all of them.”
“Why not?” Della asked.
Ymir laughed. “I’m fairly certain at least one of those wogglesparks will grow into a wogglebaby.”
Della’s face lost all expression.
Before she could say a word, a roar shook the foundation of the Librarium Citadel. “Ymir! It’s time! Bring me what I desire, or all will die.”
Even from underground, they could see the fire fill the night sky outside.
The dragon had come again. And they were far from ready.
Chapter Forty-One
YMIR CURSED THIS FUCKING dragon. He had to get back to Ziziva. He had to check on his wives. But there was a legendary beast in the way.
Ymir didn’t have his ax, but he did have the Akkiric Rings, all six of them, including the Veil Tear Ring, which he’d taken back from Della. The Princept would be getting the seventh ring from the Illuminates Spire. Ymir told Della and Gatha their jobs. Neither liked the tasks he’d assigned them, but both knew enough about Ymir not to question him.
