Princesses of the Ironbound Boxset: Books 1 - 3 (Barbarian Outcast, Barbarian Assassin, Barbarian Alchemist)

by Aaron Crash

  She hurried over to the dwab. “What is it, Tori?”

  The little woman blinked her bright green eyes. “It’s...it’s the...” She swallowed and licked her lips. “It’s the Inconvenience. It’s now. I don’t know why, it just comes on, but it’s now. And I haven’t had it in a while. It’ll make it worse—don’t know how much worse, but worse.”

  “I don’t know what that means,” Lillee whispered. “Do you mean your monthlies?”

  “No,” Tori said. “Some dwabs think that the Inconvenience can be tracked like that, but that’s not the case. I would’ve figured out the math. No.” The woman was breathing hard. A blush rose up her neck, and her smell had changed.

  Lillee recognized it.

  Tori stared into her eyes. Then the woman’s eyes closed slightly, her mouth open, nearly panting.

  The smell, that look—Lillee realized what the little woman was feeling. “The Inconvenience is your lust. You’re feeling sexual right now, aren’t you, Tori?”

  The dwab shook her head. “No. I can’t tell you that. It’s our secret. It’s our shame. No, Lillee, I can’t talk about it. But remember how I asked you if you’d help me?”

  Lillee nodded. She knew what Tori wanted. The timing, however, couldn’t have been worse—to call it the Inconvenience was too precious by far.

  “How long will it take?” Lillee asked.

  Tori shrugged. “It generally takes three for me. Sometimes it’s five. You’ll have to...you’ll have to let me do things to you. It will help. Oh, I didn’t want this to happen until I knew you better.” Her right hand went to her crotch, and she cupped her mound.

  “You wanted to ask me if I’d be your Inconvenience Partner, didn’t you?” Lillee asked.

  The little woman cupped her left breast. “Oh, we can, we can go to the shower. I’ll suck on your ohi. I know the words. I know the Ohlyrran words. We all use ’em. Do you mind, Lillee? Do you mind if I finger your wet little oheesy?”

  “You can. But not out here and not in the shower. We’ll go to my room.” Lillee knew that trying to argue with Tori’s lust would get them nowhere. Their only real option was to have sex, quickly. That meant Lillee would take off her essess, and they’d get nasty. Already, Tori was talking dirty.

  Lillee cranked open her door, and she tried to do it quietly, but Tori wouldn’t have that. She shoved the elf girl, slammed the door, and cranked it shut.

  And then Lillee found herself pulled down to her knees. Tori seemed as strong as Ymir at that moment, though the girl was far smaller. On her knees, Lillee was about the same height. The dwab pulled her in for a kiss, and Lillee was overwhelmed by the softness of Tori’s lips, the scent of her, and those breasts, so big, so soft, pushing up against Lillee’s own tits. Lillee, though, couldn’t surrender to the kiss, not with her cuff on. She pushed the dwab back. It was dark. Lillee couldn’t see.

  However, the little woman had the presence of mind to let herself be pushed back. “Lillee, I need this. You said you would. If you change your mind, I can try to take care of it myself, but that might take hours and hours. I don’t really like masturbating, but I do it, a lot, when the Inconvenience hits. Sometimes, if I get nasty enough, I can end it sooner rather than later.”

  Lillee smiled and felt the tears in her eyes. This poor woman had been alone, so alone here, and Lillee knew how that felt. “Tori, I have to take off my essess. I can’t be sexual if I’m wearing it.”

  “Oh!” Tori returned to her happy little self for a second. “I forgot. Yep, your essess, can’t very well take care of our business with that thing on.”

  Lillee stood, making her hands glow by murmuring, “Caelum caelarum.” Her fingers threw shadows as she took off her essess and set it on the table.

  Tori let her cloak fall. She was unbuttoning her dress with trembling hands. “Wait, Tori. I want to do that.”

  Without her essess on, the lust filled Lillee, making her sex tingle, her nipples hard, and shortening her breath. She barely had enough wind to cast the Sunfire magic to light the four candles. It was cold in her cell, but those candles, and their bodies, would warm it up.

  Free from the inhibiting magic, Lillee could finally relish the idea that she’d get to enjoy the Morbuskor maid, every part of her. It was a dream come true. But again, it was such an inconvenience that it had to happen right then and there.

  “Kiss me and grab my tits, Lillee. I know, my tits are disgusting, and I have big nipples, and I hate them, but I love them too. I like how it feels to pull on them. And my oheesy is so wet. I can feel it all squishy between my legs. I have hair there. I don’t know about elves. Are you slick like a mermaid? Do you shave it?”

  The elf girl didn’t want to argue that the dwab had a perfect, sexy little body. Lillee didn’t want to talk. She was going to go with Tori’s first couple of suggestions. She cast aside her storm cloak, swept off her cape, and pulled her tunic up and over her head.

  She knelt on her bed. Her pannee showed the stains of her wet lust.

  Tori came over.

  This time when they kissed, Lillee could relish her scent, her taste, the wetness of their lips and tongues meeting, touching, exploring. She put her arms around the stocky woman, and those muscles were hard underneath the pliant skin. Finally, Lillee could feel the woman’s ass, far bigger than her hands, so round, and so full. That was an ass you could really grab, and it would jiggle so nicely when Ymir finally fucked her.

  That would happen, of course. Ymir would pound this little woman, and Lillee wanted to see it. She wanted to taste the woman’s juices on Ymir’s cock.

  Thinking of Ymir, Lillee struggled to break the kiss. “Three questions. I have to ask you three questions.”

  Tori grabbed Lillee by the back of her hair. It hurt. It felt good.

  The dwab’s face was a mask of lust and fury. “I want to eat you. I want to fuck you. And I want you to fuck me. I don’t know what these nonsense questions are, but I don’t care. If you say no, fine. If you say yes, then I’m going to stick my quim in your mouth.”

  That word, “quim,” made Lillee lose control of herself. Was it Morbuskor? She wasn’t sure, but it sounded so nasty. The three questions were Ymir’s, not Lillee’s.

  For the elf girl, the answers were easy. As for Tori? She’d asked Lillee for a favor, and this was it, obviously. That seemed answer enough. And the elf girl was positively certain that not having sex would probably drive them both insane. They had to do this, and do it quick.

  Lillee ripped open Tori’s black dress. The buttons went flying. She was wearing something, a band, that kept her tits bound. Lillee pulled it down, and then those tits were out in the open, freckled, big, so big they had to droop. Tori didn’t just have big nipples—they were huge, hard, long, sticking out from the cute home of wrinkled pink areolae.

  The elf girl was whimpering as she bent forward to suck on one, then the other, then back to the first one, kneading the soft globes, so big, so comforting, against the woman’s hard, compact body.

  Tori made little yipping sounds, almost like squeaks, so cute and so sexy.

  The dwab had called her breasts disgusting. Lillee was going to convince this woman she was wrong, dead wrong, about her body. She had a vision of laying the woman down and then fucking those tits with her aching oheesy.

  She wanted every part of Tori. She wanted to celebrate every inch of her perfect skin, every taste, every scent.

  “Your fingers, Lillee, please fuck me with your fingers,” the little woman begged. In normal life, when Tori was just Tori and not swept away by the Inconvenience, she rarely, if ever, cussed. This was different. This was a whole different side of her.

  A thought broke through Lillee’s lust. She’s like me. This woman, this dwab, is like me. When she has her Inconvenience, it’s like me when I take off my cuff.

  And the reality was, she’d only have Ymir and Jennybelle for a few decades. She could spend centuries with Toriah Welldeep.

  The elf girl paw
ed at the dwab’s clothes. Too much fabric. Too much in the way.

  “Fuck this dress,” Tori cursed. Seams shredded as she tore it loose. She darted to Lillee’s bed, got on her back, and pulled off her pannee. She went to cast them aside.

  Lillee grabbed her hand before she could.

  The first time Ymir and Lillee had been together, he’d done something that had nearly melted her essess off her arm.

  Now, months later, Lillee was going to echo him. She took Tori’s pannee away from her, and she lifted the undergarment to her nose and inhaled the forbidden scent. This would show Tori how nasty Lillee could be. And this would also show the little woman how special every part of her body would be to her.

  “You...you like it?” Tori asked, uncertain for a second.

  “I do like it,” Lillee said in a ragged voice, her lust choking her. “I’ll love the real thing more.” With Tori’s fragrance filling her sense, the elf girl looked down at the spread woman before her.

  Her pubic hair was as fiery as her head, parting to show her bright pink slit, so wet, so open, with a big pearl of pleasure at the top. Lillee knew from mirrors what her ohi looked like. It was large, but her button was covered by a large hood.

  Tori’s ohi peeked from her hood, out in the open, proudly aroused and ready to be sucked.

  Lillee wasn’t going to tease the poor woman; no, they didn’t have time. Lillee got to work. She had her ass in the air while she licked up from the dwab’s ass, up her lips, and to that nubbin of wonderful that felt so good in Lillee’s mouth. The woman smelled so good.

  The elf girl eased two fingers into the woman’s hole, which opened easily. Ymir might stretch her, but it would take four of Lillee’s fingers to match him. Two were fine for now.

  Tori was bucking her hips. “Hard, Lillee. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you have an uht. Fuck me hard like you have a big uht that wants to come in me.”

  That meant three fingers. Lillee slid another finger in, laughing a little. “Oh, you talk so nasty during your Inconvenience. I love it. I love you, Tori.”

  Lillee fucked the dwarf girl, fucked her and sucked on her clit. It only took a few seconds, and Tori grabbed Lillee by her head, holding her still, while her tunnel clutched the elf’s fingers. Her entire body spasmed as she gasped, making whining, whimpering, yipping sounds.

  Then Tori began to sob, only it wasn’t out of sadness, it was out of lust. That one orgasm wasn’t going to extinguish the Inconvenience. In truth, it would probably only make it worse.

  Lillee knew what that felt like. There were times, back when she lived in the palace at Greenhome, that she’d finally break down and slide off her essess. She promised herself she’d only let herself orgasm once. That first one, though, opened up a floodgate, which made stopping impossible.

  For Tori, it was the same, and Lillee knew what she needed. She rose, shifted, and then straddled the woman’s face. Lillee’s knees were on either side of the little woman’s head. The elf girl couldn’t see Tori’s eyes, only her mouth, open and ready. She had such nice lips. She had such fine white teeth. And her pink tongue would feel so good on Lillee’s sex.

  The Sullied elf was in heaven as her big, oversized ohi found a nice warm, wet place in this beautiful girl’s mouth. Tori sucked on her button perfectly, then licked around her hole. Tori’s strong fingers gripped Lillee’s hips, squeezing them, pulling her ass cheeks apart for a minute. Then another of the dwab’s hands forced Lillee down between her legs.

  Lillee knew the humans had a name for it, the Congress of the Crow, where lovers could lick each other’s sexes at the same time. In Ohlyrran, there were no words for it because nice elves would never do it.

  Lillee, though, wasn’t a nice elf. The problem was that she was so much taller than Tori. She had to hunch herself back, jamming her sex into the dwab’s mouth, and then craning her neck, until, yes, she had access to all of Tori, between her ass cheeks, between her lips, and that brazen clit, not shy at all.

  Tori adjusted the elf’s body, using those strong hands, so she could breathe. Her hot breath tickled Lillee’s sensitive skin even as that insistent tongue went up into her. She returned the favor, until all she could taste, all she could smell, was her special Tori.

  And the Morbuskor maid was having the same experience. She stopped her licking to whine, “Fuck me again, Lillee. I like your finger. I like your tongue. I love all your oheesy on my face. I love my face in you. I love your pretty face in me.”

  Every time Tori came, she’d stop licking, and she’d grip Lillee, hard, and her sex would constrict and spasm and get even juicier. Lillee forgot their task, forgot everything, and wound up riding Tori’s tongue, fucking herself on it, while she rubbed her ohi and came. That kind of bliss wasn’t going to motivate her to get back to the kitchen.

  The minute her last contractions shook her, she got up and stumbled off the bed. “Come on, Tori, we have to go.”

  The little woman wasn’t about to leave. She got on all fours and raised her ass into the air. Her strong thighs parted, and suddenly Lillee was given a very arousing view of her new lover.

  This was what Lillee had fantasized about: seeing Tori with her big ass in the air, all of her exposed.

  “Okay, Tori, one more for you.” Lillee sighed happily. She got behind the Morbuskor maid and buried her face between those fat, pale globes of skin. The elf girl licked her and fingered and Toriah Welldeep loved it so much that she was coming again thirty seconds later.

  Then it was a race to dress. Thank goodness Tori’s dress had enough buttons to get it closed. She scooped up stray buttons, saying, “I’ll re-attach these later.”

  Then it was out the door, down the alley, and up the steps. What should’ve taken forty-five minutes had taken more than an hour, easily. They were late.

  As they ran, Tori kept giggling, then gasping, and then tried to make no noise at all, but that only led to more giggling. She seemed drunk.

  “That was so good, Lil!” Tori whispered. “You’re so amazing. You’ll be the best Inconvenience Partner ever. I just slip off your essess and you’re as horny as I am in seconds. It’s too bad your essess doesn’t work on Morbuskor.”

  Lillee knew that was the truth. Other races had tried to recreate the magic but had failed. And if you put on someone else’s cuff? Best case scenario, it did nothing. Worst case? It drove you insane.

  The elf and the dwab climbed the last steps of the Sea Stair, the stones wet and the gutters running with water. Lillee smelled the kharo burning. She saw someone standing in the Sunfire torchlight from sconces set into the stone of the Flow Tower. The elf girl ducked. Tori was short enough that she didn’t need to.

  There, in the Flow courtyard, was the Princept, near the bridge that led to the Librarium. She was smoking, and she wasn’t alone. A familiar face was with her.

  Chapter Eighteen

  THE HONORED PRINCEPT, Della Pennez, hadn’t been able to sleep. The rain had stopped for a moment, and the night seemed to lengthen beyond what felt reasonable. Her past had come to haunt her, and the ghosts in her mind were every bit as bad as the demons she’d seen darkening the barbarian’s destiny.

  Hayleesia Heenn knew about her involvement in the Silent Scream. The repercussions of that could very well destroy the Princept’s entire life.

  When stressed, Della masturbated, a great deal. However, that activity had failed to still her mind, so she did something she swore she’d never do.

  The Princept had found Agneeyeshka working the night shift, and she’d asked for a kharo stick to smoke. Lighting it was a mistake. She knew how addictive kharo was. She knew that even though it had been a hundred and some years, she’d find the security guard again to borrow another stick. Or Della would buy the overpriced kharo from the Sweet Cough, a smokery on the Sea Stair Market. Getting the dried leaf in StormCry would be far cheaper. She’d send one of Gurla’s workers on an errand, maybe even Ymir.

  Even after all those years, even with the threat
of a cough that wouldn’t be sweet, she still loved the smell of the burning leaf, the fullness in her lungs, and even the curl of the rolling paper. Smoke drifted up into the night, fragrant from the wet stones and sea. She smelled other smoke and thought it might be coming from the kitchen. She let go of the idea. It was only the scholars keeping their rooms warm.

  The last time she smoked, she’d been an adjunct professor at the Kifu Yun Lirum University. The only reason why she got that job was because of her father’s influence. As a magistrate in the Undergem Guild, he had deep pockets and deeper connections. He paid for her to teach there, and then tried to manipulate her with money. The person who pays the piper can call the tune—that was ancient wisdom and unacceptable to Della. She couldn’t say no to the job at the university since it was a step toward her return to Old Ironbound. She did say no to her father.

  To keep from starving, she’d gone to the Bloody Dawn Guild, thinking she’d find summer jobs escorting caravans from Four Roads to Panseloca or across the Blood Steppes. Gruul raiders were always a threat there.

  Instead, someone saw something special in her—someone who was every bit as demonic as Ymir’s Lonely Man. A ghost. A devil. An assassin.

  It was against the rules to smoke inside the Librarium Citadel, so Della stood just outside, at the end of the bridge that spanned the moat. Sunfire torches in sconces on the walls filled the Flow courtyard with a flickering light. Below was the Flow housing, the windows dark, the scholars sleeping.

  Someone cleared their throat behind her. She knew, instinctively, who it would be.

  “You cancelled every one of the meetings I set up with you, Haylee,” the Princept said. “I don’t think you want this job.”

  Hayleesia Heenn walked up and stood on the other side of the bridge, leaning back against the mortared stones. “I put the scholars first. Is that wrong? I also had to help both Ibeliah and Linny with their caseloads. They are desperate for the job. Actually, I’ll be getting what I want, even if I leave in June with the graduating dominists and the post-domini.”