by Aaron Crash
YMIR COULDN’T BELIEVE it. Lillee was running fearlessly into the thick of Jenny’s games.
Taking off the cuff had knocked the Swamp Coast woman off-balance. She blinked, then frowned, confused. She twirled her hair before catching herself. “What kind of solution are you thinking, Lillee?”
The elf girl’s voice came out breathy. “You’ve been staring at me, and then we looked into each other’s eyes. I know you are curious. I want to trust you. Maybe if we shared ourselves with each other, I might gain that trust.”
Jenny let out a musical laugh. “Sex doesn’t mean love or trust. I could lick your ohi so well you’d come a hundred times. A minute later, I could stab you in the back. You must know that. You’re what, a hundred years old?”
“I’m not a child,” Lillee said defensively. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe I’m curious. And maybe you’ll fall in love with me.”
“Then you’ll put on your magic bracelet and lose all interest in me. The Ohlyrra can be so cold and calculating. I’ve heard stories.” Jenny’s hand shook as she drained her wine.
These women and their prattle forced Ymir to his feet. He threw a log on the fire. Sparks swirled up the chimney. He picked up the table, careful not to spill the plates of food, and set it down near the door. The white rug covered the floor in front of the fireplace. It was the perfect place for them to fuck, if that was what fate wanted.
He took a cherry tart and ate it, watching the two.
“What do you think of this, Ymir?” Jenny’s confident tone was betrayed by the slightest quiver.
He swallowed the sweet. “I have three questions. Will what we do get you pregnant? Will it disrespect you or your family?”
“No babies.” The swamp woman rubbed her full red lips together, thinking. She seemed torn. “As for myself, I like fucking, and I’m not stupid. Being with you two would be hotter than an August night when the rain won’t come.” She smiled at that last word. “As for disrespecting my family, yes, Ymir, I’m not here to get a good dicking. You can’t marry my sister if I sample you. It’s against our fucking traditions. And we do have fucking traditions, a lot of them.”
“But you and I could play,” Lillee whispered. She reached down and pulled the hem of her tunic up until she revealed her blue silken undergarments. “You could watch Ymir and me. If we do this, will you help us with the Black Ice Ring?”
Jenny gulped. “Damn, so it’s true. The essess keeps your lust down, and now it’s up. You’re tempting me, Lillee. You’re tempting me real bad.” She glanced away from Lillee’s long legs and the patch of blue between them. “Ymir is worth more if he has magic. Helping him get rid of his dusza is not in my best interest.”
“I haven’t decided what I want,” the clansman said. “If I stay at Old Ironbound, I’d need a Focus ring anyway. And this one seems very powerful...one good enough for a king.”
Lillee didn’t seem to be listening. She caressed Jenny’s arm, then reached farther to brush her fingers on the swell of the woman’s chest. Lillee was shameless without her cuff.
“So, you’d consider coming to the Swamp Coast to be a king?” the swamp woman asked, struggling to keep her breathing normal.
“I was a prince in the Black Wolf Clan,” Ymir said. “I thought I would lead men up north. The Axman had other ideas, and he’s cutting me a strange path. I get to decide how I want to walk it. Perhaps once I make this ring, I won’t shatter my dusza. Maybe I will embrace the magic.”
It was a decision he could make another day. This moment had a far more pleasurable task to consider.
“I shouldn’t help you.” Jenny took Lillee’s roaming hand and kissed it.
“I shouldn’t do lots of things,” the elf murmured. “Most of the time, I’m glad I did. Help us. So I can help you tonight.” Lillee took her hand away, pulled her tunic up farther, and then stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. She slowly drew them down and let them drop onto the floor. She kept her thighs together, showing only the tuft of white-gold hair decorating her lower belly. The straps of her sandals still covered her legs, from her feet to her knees.
Jenny had stopped breathing. As for Ymir, he had to adjust his leather pants or split the seams.
“Ymir,” Lillee murmured, “we don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant. What about us disrespecting ourselves and our families?”
Ymir grinned at the elf asking him the three questions. “No, Lillee, you and I are fine with each other. We know who we are and what we are willing to do.”
“We do.” Lillee slowly spread her legs to show them her thick-lipped slit. She reached down and toyed casually with her pubic hair. Her nipples poked through her tunic.
The swamp woman stood. “I can’t think straight. I’m a little drunk, but only a little. I just can’t believe I have a mostly naked elf in my apartment. This is kinda a dream come true because elves are so perfect and yet so cold. Not this one. Not my Lillee.”
“Not yours,” the Ohlyrran woman looked up at the swamp woman and whispered. “I’m Ymir’s. You could be too.”
Jenny glanced at the clansman, then gazed at Lillee, and then looked as if she wanted to run out the glass doors and fly away. Yet she was breathing hard, and her chest was bright red.
Ymir smiled at her. “Looks like we came into the spider’s web with a web of our own. What are you going to do, Miss Spider?”
“I can’t be with you, Ymir, not like how I want.” She curled her hands into fists. “But I have to be with Lillee. Promise me, even if I beg you, you won’t have sex with me. You can kiss me, you can suck on my tits, but you can’t touch my oheesy, and you can’t stick your uht in me. Promise.”
“I promise,” Ymir said seriously. Every sexual encounter was different, and he’d played games like this before. It was full of ache and lust, a special bitter kind of sweetness.
“So you’ll help us?” Lillee asked. Her finger dipped farther to touch her thick ohi, peeking from its hood.
“This is extortion,” Jenny complained.
Lillee sat up and slid her tunic up her body to reveal her bright pink nipples, long and ready to be sucked. She tossed her dress to the side. “This is a deal. The Swamp Coast women know about deals.”
Jenny’s blue eyes drank in every single inch of Lillee’s skin. “If we’re making a deal, then that makes you a whore.”
Lillee smiled. “Call me that again.”
“You’re a whore,” Jenny choked.
Ymir could scarcely believe the scene he was witnessing. Maybe this magic school nonsense wasn’t as tiresome as he thought. He unbuckled his boots, kicked them off, and peeled off his shirt.
“Kiss her, Ymir,” Lillee said. “Kiss her and unwrap her for me. She is beautiful, isn’t she? All that dark hair. And those eyes, so blue. I like her skin as well, a bit freckled, but not too much. I noticed her right away. And I had thoughts about her and the other Swamp Coast women. They pleasure each other, I know. All those bodies, all those women, celebrating their desires.”
That was his Lillee. She was quiet until she had something to say, and then the words flowed.
He walked across the carpet—so soft. It wasn’t like bear fur at all. It was as silky as Lillee’s undergarment. He drew close to Jenny, smelling her sweet perfume and a deeper, muskier smell from her overheating body. “Kiss me and close the deal.”
“And sell my soul,” the swamp woman whispered. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once we get started. I’ll betray my family.”
“Not tonight you won’t.” He took the swamp woman in his arms and kissed her. His hands went to her shapely ass, overflowing his palms—there was so much of it—a pliant field of quivering flesh. He kneaded those globes as he licked his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue licked back. She was having trouble breathing.
She broke the kiss, gasping, mouth open. Her lips were wet.
“I want to see her tits.” Lillee lazily touched herself, watching.
Ymir took hol
d of the front of Jenny’s dress to pull it off.
Her slim hands grabbed his thick wrists. “No, don’t rip it. It’ll hurt.”
She turned her back to him. She lifted her hair. He saw a dizzying array of straps and buckles and fabric. Getting her out of this dress would take forever.
He slid his hand ax out of his sheath and yanked her dress away from her skin. That rough pull elicited a gasp from her.
“You’re rich. You can afford another dress.” Ymir slipped the sharp blade through the straps. This was another benefit to knowing how to sew. He knew how to cut the clothes off women. He sheathed his ax once the work was done.
“You ruined my dress. You’re going to ruin me,” Jenny breathed. “This is hot, so fucking hot.”
“Turn her around,” Lillee ordered.
Ymir slowly spun the swamp woman around. She kept her dress up with her hands. The blush had crept up from her chest to paint her cheeks. A droplet of perspiration dripped down her face and onto the expanse of her chest. The dress was pulled down to reveal her shoulders.
Only a few more inches, and they would see her nipples for the first time.
“It has to go over my head,” Jenny breathed. “The waist won’t fit over my hips.”
“Show us first, Jenny. Show us your tits.” Lillee obviously loved saying that word. The naked elf girl still sat in the chair, playing with herself.
The Swamp Coast princess gripped the cups of her dress. She slowly, slowly, inched the fabric down the slope of her breasts—lower, lower. Ymir loved the anticipation.
The creamy, slightly freckled skin gave way to the pink of a huge areola, a wide circle with a little nipple at the center. First her right, then her left breast showed. Her breasts were so big they simply had to droop a bit, yet still they were two peaks of heaven on this round woman. So much tit. So much nipple.
Jenny lost her balance and fell against Ymir. “I’m so turned on. I can’t stand it. You two have me out of control. Forget what I said. I need Ymir inside me.”
“Not tonight.” He pulled her in to feel her big breasts press against the bare skin of his flexing chest muscles.
“So strong,” Jenny hissed. “So full of muscles. A savage.”
“You’re a fool if you think I’m the savage one in this threesome,” he said.
Lillee crawled across the carpet, a long, slender body with a trim waist and hips that flared out. The elf slithered over and kissed her way up Jenny’s leg. She’d been barefoot, and she wore no stockings, and so Lillee had access to her thick legs. And more. Lillee crawled up under Jenny’s skirts.
“I didn’t put on pannee.” The swamp woman’s breath scalded Ymir’s skin.
“What are pannee?” he asked and kissed the top of her head, smelling the soap in her inky curls.
“Underwear. It’s the elven word—oh!” Jenny’s mouth opened wide. Lillee had found her ohi with her tongue.
Ymir scooped up one of those big tits in his hand. The nipple poked into his palm. He sucked on Jenny’s neck as Lillee sucked on her sex.
A second later, the swamp princess was whimpering. She went limp as she came. Ymir had to help keep her standing. Her blue eyes found his. “I came so fast. I’m so hot. Don’t fuck me, even if I beg you to. Please.”
“You know I won’t,” Ymir said. “No matter how much I want to.”
Lillee crawled out from under Jenny’s skirts, her mouth and chin glistening. She slinked on all fours over to Ymir. She unbuckled his belt. Weighted by his hand ax, his belt and pants dropped to the floor.
Jenny staggered back and fell. Her dress was open, as were her legs. Ymir was given a divine sight: black pubic hair, trimmed to a stubble, lined the Swamp Coast woman’s slippery sex, a swollen collection of folds. Her lips were small. Jenny was the opposite of Lillee in almost every way.
The Swamp Coast woman’s eyes went to Ymir’s long, thick uht. “You must’ve thought I was a fool when I teased you about your manhood. It’s big, bigger than any I’ve seen in person. Lillee, can you fit that monster inside of you?”
“In all parts of me.” The Ohlyrran woman was on her knees, holding his root in her hand. And then his leaking sex disappeared into Lillee’s mouth. Her lips barely fit around the head.
Ymir fought to keep from spilling his seed. The buildup to this moment had been explosive, and still, Lillee hadn’t come. Jenny had. He’d witnessed it. However, thinking about the swamp witch coming in his arms wouldn’t help him keep control.
Jenny got on her knees and pulled her dress up and over her head. She cast it aside. Naked, the swamp woman’s body had been made to ravish, to pound, to suck and lick and yes, to celebrate.
The Josentown princess knee-walked up to Lillee, to cup her tits and to pull on her thick nipples. Jenny sneaked a hand down the elf’s belly to her center. “Your oheesy is as pink as mine,” Jenny whispered. “I loved how you licked me. I know I’ll love licking you.”
The elf girl let go of Ymir’s shaft. “You have to watch us fuck first. You’ll see how he stretches me. You’ll see how good it is.”
Lillee fell back, legs wide, chest heaving.
Ymir fell with her, his knees sinking into the thick carpet. The fire had burned low and gave the room a spectral scarlet glow. A few candles still flickered, but most sputtered before going out.
There was still plenty of light to show him Lillee’s swollen opening.
“Such thick lips,” Jenny whispered. “She should never put that damn essess on ever again. I want her, every day.”
“I get her every day.” Ymir sank his girth into the clutching tunnel of the elf girl writhing beneath him.
Jenny sat next to him, watching, as Lillee took every inch of him until he was in her fully.
“Kiss me, Jenny,” Lillee pleaded. “Kiss me while Ymir fucks me.”
The swamp woman did what she was told. She licked Lillee’s mouth, sucked on her tits, and then sucked on Ymir’s tongue as he pounded the Ohlyrran woman under him. She’d never been so open for him, so wet. She loved having Jenny there with them, watching them. The elf girl crested and came, squeezing his sex in the inferno of her own.
Jenny went around and dangled a tit over Lillee’s face. The elf latched on, even as the swamp woman lowered her mouth to suck on Lillee’s nipple. Ymir rubbed the sweat on Jenny’s back, caressed her head, and sniffed at the musk of her sex. Then he got to work.
Faster and faster, he pistoned in and out of Lillee, until he couldn’t hold back. He growled, then grunted as he filled her. The pleasure washed through his mind, waves of bliss that he thought would never end.
When he opened his eyes, Jenny’s face was in his. She had straddled Lillee’s face, giving the elf’s tongue access to the pearl at the top of her sex. Lillee moaned, obviously relishing the taste of the swamp woman.
“We can’t do this again,” Jenny wept. “It’s too good. Your uht is too big, and I would have to have you. You understand, don’t you, Ymir? I’d have to have you inside me.”
It wasn’t the time to talk about the future. It was time to enjoy the moment. Instead of an answer, he kissed her, and gently teased her wide areola into aching nubs.
“Pull on my nipples, and I’ll come,” Jenny urged.
He gripped them and tugged, and the swamp woman whimpered as the pleasure took hold of her.
He moved back, and the swamp woman fell forward to taste Lillee for the first time.
And the last, if she stayed true to her word.
Ymir had his doubts. Jenny spoke lies and truth like the tides down below. Working to create the Black Ice Ring would bring them together more. This wouldn’t be the last night they’d celebrate sex.
And if he or Jenny lost control and they made love?
He’d lose his chance at being a Swamp Coast king. That was fine with him. After experiencing these two women, he couldn’t imagine ever having a single wife again. Because of the Withering, most Theran women were accustomed to being in harems. The Swamp Co
ast queens had a different system, oddly enough, and a single queen usually only had one man, though she could have multiple husbands.
He definitely wasn’t the type of man to share a woman with another man. Never.
Ymir felt himself grew stiff as he watched the women pleasure each other, lips on lips, Lillee licking Jenny on top of her, and the swamp woman sucking on the elf girl below.
Having a harem of women was just one more benefit to Ymir coming south.
Yes, the Axman had cut him a strange path, but the way wasn’t without its pleasures.
Chapter Twenty-Three
TWO WEEKS LATER, JENNYBELLE Josen sipped her sweetened kaif while twirling a finger through her hair, over and over. She didn’t care if anyone saw her. She stood in the archway of the Librarium, watching the rain splash onto the cobblestones of the Flow Tower courtyard. She had a few minutes to herself while Nelly finished breakfast in the feasting hall.
It had been fourteen days since she’d been with Ymir and Lillee. Talk about celebrating life—Jenny had never had so many orgasms in a row, so many and so powerful.
The time since that magical night felt like an eternity—long nights of wondering what she should do and long days investigating the Black Ice Ring. Rumor had it, the Sunfire Tower had a flame burning in its bell tower, and ice could be found in the Flow Tower, four basins full of ice. Problem was, both were off-limits to students, locked up tight to discourage trespassers.
Gold dust wouldn’t be a problem. Jenny had plenty of gold. The moons issue still plagued her. The archaic word in Homme had fallen out of use. If they asked around, the wrong people would know what they were planning. They had some time yet. It would be another month before the two moons would be full and sharing the midnight sky together.
Who had given Ymir the parchment? It wasn’t Jenny. She’d had to insist, over and again, that she was innocent. Not that Ymir and Lillee really trusted her. They knew that Jenny could lie, and lie well. That was a prerequisite for growing up on the Swamp Coast, where the truth could get you killed. Every queen was looking to expand her territory and her stable of men.
