Barbarian Alchemist (Princesses of the Ironbound Book 3)

by Aaron Crash

  “I’d like that.”

  Tori felt tears in her eyes, and it seemed like the right time to leave. “Well, you two are probably going to want to be alone. I guess it would be you four. I’d be a literal fifth wheel. I’ll just head out.”

  She went to get her satchel, but Gatha stopped her with a gentle hand. “Is that really what you want?”

  Tori smiled even as tears slipped down her cheeks. “This world was never going to give me what I really want.”

  “It could,” the she-orc said. “It could give us both what we want. Family, friendship, love. Perhaps not for a lifetime, but for now, for this breath, for this night. I want to give myself to Ymir and his ptoor. For the first time in my life, I want a family that is my own.”

  Tori patted the she-orc’s hand. “I’m glad to hear it, Gatha. I came here worried for you. Seems like you’ve made the right decision.”

  She settled her satchel on her shoulder.

  Gatha and Ymir walked to stand together to watch her leave. Their arms were around each other. It was as it should be.

  The door closed behind her, and Tori stood in the alley, smelling the ocean mixed with the night air.

  “You’re not being too smart, Toriah Welldeep,” she said to herself. “Those people in there want you in their life. You love Ymir, sure, but you also love Gatha, Lillee, and Jenny. Would you really rather be alone? Do you really want to wait for perfect?”

  And that was the crux of it. She closed her eyes and smiled. In mathematics, there was perfection. The numbers had to add up. In alchemy, there was perfection. The substances had to be mixed exactly, with the right measurements, heated to the right temperature.

  In art? In life? In love? Perfection was the enemy.

  She kept the conversation with herself going. “You know, Tori, you could ask Ymir to spend the night, just the two of you, on a weekly basis. Heck, you could ask for two nights. You could then have him all to yourself. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing.”

  She laughed at herself, and it felt good. She remembered all the flirting she’d done with Ymir, and she remembered the heated glances from Lillee as the Sullied elf adjusted her cuff. And Jenny, smiling at her, and fixing her red hair, and saying how pretty her freckles were. As for Gatha, the she-orc had wanted to basically run off with Tori and get married.

  If she wanted, she could have them all to herself. They could start a schedule: Ymir on Monday, Lillee on Tuesday, Jenny on Wednesday, and Gatha on Thursday. After that, the little woman might just want to sleep alone for a few nights. She had options.

  Tori surprised herself by lowering the satchel. She unwrapped the Amora Xoca, and for the first time, bit into the waxy goodness. The candy melted in her mouth. It wasn’t just delicious—it made her tingle.

  What was the marketing slogan? Yes, the magical xocalati put a tickle in her glitter box. She grinned because there were a lot of people in the world who were alone and had very little choice about that. For her? She had a choice, and she was going to choose love, however imperfect.

  She pushed open the door and locked it behind her. From upstairs, she heard a moan, and that made her walk a little faster. Her heartbeat had to hurry to catch up to her feet. She ran through the shelves and up the steps.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  YMIR LET GATHA WALK up the stairs first, and she kept turning to give him long glances, not exactly shy, but excited. Her tusks were back in her mouth, and she had a little smile on her green lips. He knew she hadn’t thought her night would turn out this way. It was thanks to Tori. It was sad that she had left. Ymir liked Tori—no, he loved her. But he wasn’t going to force anyone to be with him. She was a full-grown woman, and she had her own path to walk.

  Jenny and Lillee had made a nice little nest for them at the top of the annex, on the north wall in an open space among the shelves and machines. They’d be sleeping there for the week, waiting for the merfolk attack. Ymir had brought his battle gear from his cell—his bow and quiver, his hatchet, and his big two-bladed battle ax. Jenny had a spare sword, a short curved tulwar she’d been given as a gift at some point. Lillee had a curved Gruul sword, a gift from Della and the school’s armory.

  Jenny was still sleeping, but Lillee was awake, her back to the wall and her face bathed in the Sunfire candles. Her essess was off, and she was naked under her blanket. From where her hands were positioned, it was clear she’d been touching herself.

  Gatha smiled. “I want to join you. I want to be a part of your ptoor. Would you have me, Lillee Nehenna?”

  The Sullied elf nodded. “I’ve wanted you since that night in the Scrollery. And when I was doing the sketches for your books, I would think of you when I made myself come. Are you sure about this?”

  The she-orc didn’t pause. “I have this breath. I have this night. The past is gone, and I will not be afraid of my future. And I want my future to include Ymir, you, and Jenny. I wish Tori was here...”

  “I’m here!” Tori came tromping up the steps. “And I had some of your stone-damned xocalati, and yes, it’s working on me. Kinda nice. Kinda scary. But I hope we can, you know, get down to business. My Inconvenience isn’t here right now, but, bless my stone bits, it’s coming on strong.”

  The dwab barreled up and threw her arms around Ymir. She seemed happy, a little sweaty, but he liked the healthy glow that made her freckles pop.

  Jenny crawled out from under her covers, her dark hair hanging in her face. “So, I thought we had to sleep to get ready for the coming fight. Who decided to throw a party?”

  Lillee let her blanket slip. Her big nipples were already stiff.

  “Well, now, that puts things in perspective.” Tori gulped. “Are we really doing this? All together? For the first time?”

  Ymir felt himself stiffen, and Gatha turned, grabbed him, and forced him up against the wall. Her mouth was on his, only it felt more like a fuck than a kiss. Her tongue was in his mouth, and she was gasping, her spit leaking down her chin. She had her thigh stuck up against his hard cock even as she straddled his leg, rubbing herself on him. She growled as she shoved her tits against him.

  “Not the first time, T.” Jenny laughed musically. “You’ve been with us and Ymir. You’ve been with Gatha. Gatha saw Ymir and Lillee fucking. We’ve all basically had sex, just not together and not in the same room.”

  Gatha backed away from Ymir. She pulled her tunic up and over her head and tossed it to the side. She was naked except for her sandals. Her green nipples were tight against the wobbling flesh of her breasts. Ymir’s eyes went down the defined abdominal muscles to the stiff green clit sticking out from the top of her hairless oheesy.

  Her face was wet from their kiss and her white hair was wild. “Take off your clothes. Don’t ask me your fucking questions. The answer to every one of them is this: I want you in me as deep as you can go.”

  Tori stood, mouth slack, her nipples poking through her dress. She was looking at Gatha, then her eyes went to Lillee, and then to Ymir’s bulging crotch, and then back to Gatha, and around it went.

  Jenny noticed. “It’s happening, isn’t it, Tori? You get this funny look on your face when you have your Inconvenience.”

  The wide little woman could only nod as she started to unbutton her dress. She got it down and she pushed her brassiere down to reveal her pink nipples, the biggest nipples by far among the women. Jenny had big areolae, but her actual nipples were small. She had taken off her nightgown. The swamp woman and Lillee were kissing, cupping each other’s breasts.

  Ymir must’ve been going too slow because Gatha came for him. She would’ve ripped his pants off, but he caught her hands. His pants fell down his thighs and his straining cock jutted out from his lean body.

  The she-orc moaned and dropped to her knees. He still had her hands, but she didn’t need them to take his uht in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered as she tasted him for the first time. Her mouth felt so good around him, and it was obvious she loved sucking on him. She was growlin
g and wrestling against him. He continued to grip her hands as he thrust in and out of her sloppy mouth. Spit speckled her green tits.

  Tori watched Gatha working on Ymir, and then her eyes went to Lillee and Jenny, who had the blankets cast off and were masturbating each other. The dwab was clearly torn on who to join. Her dress was pulled down, exposing her huge tits. She had her dress pulled up, so she could finger her stiff clit. Her chest rose and fell.

  Ymir was about to suggest something when Gatha took him deep into her mouth. He had to pause, to really feel how deep in her mouth he was. She then thrust her head back. “You fucked my face, Ymir, but I need you in my pussy. My pussy has been so lonely. I use my fingers, I have a glass phallus, but I want a man in me, a man rutting in me, sweating on me, and pounding me.”

  That broke Tori’s spell. She fell over herself to get down and grab Gatha from behind. The little woman cupped one of Gatha’s breasts while her other hand found the Gruul’s big ohi sticking out from her body. Gatha wept, went down on her hands and knees, opening herself up to the dwab for a second.

  Ymir watched Tori’s fingers go into the sodden snatch of the she-orc. The little woman’s eyes brightened, focusing on his sex. She wanted a taste.

  Tori sucked on him while fingering Gatha.

  The she-orc grunted and then let out a growl. “I don’t want fingers. I want cock. I want cunt.”

  She rose and pushed Tori back.

  The dwab fell onto the blankets near where the two other princesses were kissing and touching each other. The dwab laid back and kissed Lillee’s delicate foot. Tori spread herself to show her pink slit, edged by drenched red hair.

  Gatha went for the open oheesy in front of her. She immediately began to suck on the little woman’s ohi, and that made Tori inhale sharply.

  The little woman moaned. “Oh, I forget how good this feels. I forget how wonderful it is to have a mouth on me...on my privates. Oh, Gatha, yes, there, suck and lick me there. You’re going to make me come.”

  Ymir marveled at the change in the woman. When the Inconvenience was on her, she seemed like a different person.

  Gatha had her ass up in the air. Ymir gazed down at her dark-green rosebud, down her shiny lips, and to her overly large ohi. He knelt behind the she-orc. He was lucky they were on blankets so his knees weren’t on the floor. Either way, he wouldn’t have cared.

  He slid his helmet up and down her slit, getting her juices on his cock. Tori had already greased her tight opening for him. The green lips parted to show a pink tunnel.

  Jenny and Lillee saw what was about to happen. They knee-walked over. Lillee wasn’t shy. She went directly to Gatha’s upraised ass and spread her muscular ass cheeks. The horny elf girl licked her way down the crack, getting herself between the clansman and she-orc.

  Jenny, meanwhile, touched the soft skin of the woman’s back, petting her hair.

  “I thought it would be rougher, but it’s so soft and smooth. It’s creamy.”

  Gatha reared back. “I don’t want tongues or hands. I want a cock in me! I want to get fucked!”

  Lillee was knocked back, and the elf girl changed. She grabbed the Gruul girl by the hair. “We will get to you, Gatha. You’ll get what you want. We have all night. I had to taste you. I had to see.”

  Instead of fighting more, Gatha grabbed the elf girl and kissed her.

  Tori bucked her hips. “There is too much talking! Will everybody just be quiet and fuck?” The redhead rubbed herself. Like Ymir, she was watching the she-orc kissing the Sullied elf, naked and wanton.

  Jenny gave Ymir a dizzy, sweaty smile. “Well, this has all become very interesting. Do you think you can handle us all?”

  He nodded, smiled, and then figured Tori was right—less talk. He was ready, and Gatha was more than ready and knew how she liked it.

  He tore the she-orc away from Lillee, threw the Gruul girl down, and gripped her hips as he slid into her wet hole.

  Gatha gritted her teeth. “Fuck! You are a big fucker, aren’t you? Well, good,” she snarled. “Grab my hair. Take me. Fuck me!”

  He took a handful of her white hair. She was excited enough that he didn’t need to be careful. He withdrew a bit and then slammed back inside the she-orc’s clinging sex. It was so tight and warm and wet around him. Her juices soaked both her back and his front. This strong woman, this warrior girl, loved every inch of him. She loved it hard. She loved it nasty.

  She rammed herself back into him.

  Lillee had taken over licking Tori. The dwab lay on her back, pulling on her nipples. Lillee wasn’t worried about herself at that moment, just about making Tori come. The dwab began her little yips, her little squeaks, and the sound of the little woman coming stiffened Ymir’s cock even more.

  Then Jenny made it impossible for him to hold back.

  She got on her back, her big tits lolling. She was under Gatha with the she-orc’s face close to her breasts. “I’ve caught you looking at my tits, Gatha. This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to suck on my big titties?”

  Ymir let go of her hair, and Gatha went down on Jenny’s nipple, sucking, licking, loving on those big breasts. The Josentown princess had her legs spread. She rubbed her little ohi, purring and smiling, head thrown back, eyes closed, inky hair spread around her head.

  Gatha kneaded one of Jenny’s breasts while she sucked on the other nipple. She grunted with every stroke. Feeling his uht inside her and seeing how much Gatha loved Jenny’s chest threw Ymir over the edge. He was deep in the Gruul girl, so deep in her as he spilled himself into the depths of her body. Every spasm brought a cry out of him. It was intense and good, and Gatha held him tight with her muscles.

  Jenny raised her hips, sighing as she came. Tori continued to squeak. All of them were coming together.

  Gatha leaned forward farther to kiss Jenny tenderly. Ymir slipped out of her. The she-orc turned and drew herself up to him, to kiss him, to hold him. Both of them were slick with sweat, smelly from the sex, but he loved the musk of her, her own unique scent.

  The she-orc inhaled sharply. Ymir looked down into her rose-colored eyes. “Lillee is licking you, isn’t she?” The insatiable elf had moved from Tori and was lying on her back now, her mouth glued to the she-orc’s used slit.

  “I don’t know. I don’t know who it is.” Gatha’s eyes fluttered closed. “It takes me a long time to come. You know that. You’ve seen me. But I think. I think it’s happening. She is sucking on my clit. If it’s Lillee, she knows what to do. She knows what to do like no one else!”

  Jenny and Tori came around to stand next to Ymir. He stepped back, because he knew what would make the she-orc orgasm.

  The two princesses had such large tits—Tori with her big pink nipples and Jenny with her wide pools of brown skin. Gatha blinked at the mammary paradise in front of her. She went for Tori’s tit first, and then Jenny’s, and back to Tori. The two women were pressed together, arms around each other. Tori was the right height for Gatha to reach her breast, but Jenny had to kneel.

  Gatha pulled back, face wet, eyes half closed. “I’m there. I’m there now. I’m there now, Lillee. Ymir, I’m there. I’m there.” She repeated it over and over. Then she went silent. She fell forward to let Tori hold her. She was screaming now, screaming a single word that matched the heavenly spasms of her bliss. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  The initial shock wore off, and yet, thirty seconds later, she was still feeling the effects of the orgasm, moaning softly with each pulse.

  Jenny put a hand to her chest. “I’ve never seen such a sight. That was hot as hell.”

  Tori was more direct. The redhead got on all fours in front of Ymir. Her dress and brassiere were around her waist as she arched her back. She was so much thicker than the Gruul girl, with so much more pale flesh. Her oheesy was as different as could be from the she-orc’s, but just as tight, wet, and warm. He went slow with Tori at first to let her get used to his size. Before long, though she was backing into him, squeaking, with Gatha
under her sucking on her tits.

  Lillee took care of the she-orc. Jenny took care of Lillee. And in a chain, they spent that night in love, in lust, together finally. They all slumped naked together on the blankets. All the women slept in a pile of love.

  Ymir, though, stayed awake. He knew the attack would come in the early morning hours. Call it intuition, call it the aftereffects of using the Veil Tear Ring, call it a gift from the Wolf, who sometimes gave people wild visions.

  He wasn’t wrong. The women around him were still sleeping when the first cries of alarm erupted in the chill darkness before sunrise. At least they wouldn’t have to fight in the rain. And they would be hitting the merfolk from behind.

  He thought of his vision of Gatha, fighting alone, with tears on her face. He wasn’t going to let that happen. If it were up to him, that powerful Gruul woman would never weep again.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  THE SECOND THE COLLEGE bells clanged, Ymir was up, throwing on his clothes and snatching up his weapons. It was about forty-five minutes before sunrise. He slung on his quiver and gripped his bow. His ax was over his other shoulder, held in the loops of a long leather strap.

  Gatha wordlessly flung herself down the steps to the first floor, where she would put on her armor and grab her sword and buckler. She knew what to do.

  Ymir pulled on his boots as Lillee came awake.

  The elf went over the plan. “We’ll follow Gatha’s lead. We’ll stay back and cast spells to protect Gatha and Ymir. I don’t think most of us have seen much battle.”

  Jenny coughed. “I’ve seen my fair share of death, but my only battles have been here, with you guys, killing professors.”

  Tori made a face. “Battle? Like in the kitchen during a rush?” She laughed grimly and hefted a big hammer she’d used on her machines. “Yep, not the same. I’ve not been in a fight like this.”

  Ymir told them to meet him at the mouth of the alley with Gatha. The other Gruul soldiers would join them there on the Sea Stair. The clansman left them to scout.