by Aaron Crash
Lillee found her mouth dry. The lust filled her belly with a thrilling weight. “Gatha, I was wondering if you could show me those books you like.”
“The ones with the depravity?” Gatha asked.
Lillee nodded, her eyes still on the she-orc’s legs. She didn’t mean to be rude, but those muscles were so defined, and yet, the librarian was still so obviously feminine. She forced her gaze to Gatha’s face. “I’m curious about the depravity. I’m also wondering what a rahgaht is.”
“It’s a Gruul word for my inner animal. The Gruul are in touch with their bestial nature, far more than any of the other races. We can unleash that savagery, in the fighting pits, as well as in the bedroom.” Gatha shifted again. Her tunic lifted higher. More of her thigh was exposed. She widened her legs a bit.
Lillee couldn’t help but glance down.
“You took off your essess,” the she-orc said in a low voice. “Why?”
“You and Ymir have been flirting...in your way. I wanted to feel that. I wanted to feel this place. It’s oddly sensual.” Lillee licked her lips. Her nipples were hard. With her cape and her tunic on, she knew no one could see them, but she felt them pressing up against the cloth. The tingles between her legs felt like the perfect ache.
“This was a dungeon and torture chamber.” Gatha’s lips curled into a smile. “Some would say there are spirits here full of dark agony. But that was a thousand years ago, and perhaps they have found peace. There was a Princept, before Della Pennez and Anklyn Bower. This Princept was a cuff-less Ohlyrran, Sarina Sia, and her passions could not be contained. She used this room as her pleasure palace, and I’ve read stories of the ttoogs here. Such wild delights. I also think the sorcerers who crafted the windows and stone using Form magic colored this place with their souls. I like it down here, and I’m often here alone. I like to sit in this chair, read shameful stories, and let my rahgaht out of its cage.”
Lillee knew what that meant. She felt hot, stifled, and she didn’t know how that could be, since the stone was cool, and all that dark swirling water on the other side of the window simply looked cold. She pulled her cape off and cast it aside.
The elf girl checked, and, yes, her thick nipples showed through her tunic, pushing out the fabric.
Gatha widened her legs, which pulled the tunic up, and Lillee could see her upper thighs now, a slightly lighter green than the rest of her. That skin was kissable, lickable. What would the she-orc taste like? What would she smell like? The same as Lillee? More like Jenny? Or something different?
Tori had smelled about the same as her, only a bit different, as all women were a bit different.
Gatha spoke more. “The Gruul and Ohlyrra are opposites. Your people want to cage their animal natures forever. The Gruul revel in them. We pity those who aren’t full of lust.”
Lillee’s gaze went up the she-orc’s body to her face, and then back to her legs, and the elf girl had to agree. “We pity those who are sexual. Most of the Ohlyrra do. But not me. I like the lust. And I like looking at you.”
“Would you like to see all of me?” Gatha asked.
“Is this the favor you wanted?” Lillee lifted a hand to her chest. She wanted to feel her nipple, to touch it, to pull on it.
“A favor. Yes. Maybe, sometimes, I’m lonely. Maybe, sometimes, the books aren’t enough.” The she-orc’s confidence failed for a second. There was a look of fear there, or at least uncertainty. “I want to watch you and Ymir. I want to show you my wet pussy—I love that word. And I want to see your tits, Lillee. I’ve seen Ymir’s uht...he’s big. Does it fit in you?”
“Barely,” Lillee said in a husky voice. “But I like how it stretches me. What if we get caught?”
Gatha’s confidence had returned, and her face was slightly sweaty, growing dusky as her lust grew. “I’m risking my career by letting him copy the scroll. I might as well throw all caution to the wind.”
Gatha took the hem of her tunic and pulled it all the way up to her waist. Her legs fell apart, and Lillee was given her first sight of the Gruul’s hairless sex. Already, her inner lips were darker with her juices, and her outer lips were swollen. At the top of her slit was her ohi, sticking out from her hard, muscular body.
“You look like me a little,” Lillee murmured. “But you don’t have hair.”
“No hair. I sometimes wonder what it would feel like if I did.” She stood, undid her belt, and pulled her tunic up and over her head. Her tits were bigger than Lillee’s, smaller than Jenny’s. Gatha’s nipples protruded, like her clit. Her nipples were a darker green, like her oheesy.
Lillee’s throat felt choked by her lust. She still had her hand on her tit, but that wasn’t going to do it. She pulled up her tunic and wormed a hand down under her pannee and through her pubic hair.
Gatha sat back down, still wearing her boots. She was naked where it counted. The she-orc teased her opening, taking her wetness and rubbing it over her precious pearl. She had a hand on her stomach, so taut, and the other between her legs.
“Fair is fair, Lillee,” Gatha said. “I showed you mine. I want to see yours.”
The elf girl took off her tunic and underwear. She stood naked in boots. She let out a sob as she stood there, twisting a bit to the side, as she touched herself like Gatha was, both aroused and feeling wild.
“Lillee!” Ymir called out. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Are you behaving?”
“No!” And then it was too much. The orgasm swept through Lillee. Standing, feeling herself pulse, she gasped and grunted. Every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire.
Gatha squinted, her mouth open, and her tongue was as pink as her oheesy. She was delicious, but she wasn’t coming, not yet. The she-orc’s eyes were locked on Lillee’s breasts. It was clear she would love to nuzzle and suckle on the elf girl’s big-nippled tits.
Lillee took a step, but the she-orc shook her head. “No. I don’t need to answer the clansman’s three questions. We’ll just look at each other.”
Before the elf girl could protest, Ymir came up from behind her. One big hand cupped her breast, while the other went between her legs. His hand felt so warm on her back, and his smell, both his normal scent, and the scent of sweat on leather, made her whimper. His fingers felt so good slipping into her sex.
Gatha was nearly gasping, she was rubbing herself hard, but still, no orgasm. “I love tits...your tits. And your hairy slit looks so sweet, Lillee. You said you like Ymir inside you. I want to see that.”
Lillee didn’t want to move because Ymir’s hands felt so good, but she’d already had her heaven, and she wanted Gatha to have hers.
Lillee turned and got on her knees in front of her barbarian.
Ymir took off his shirt. His eyes gleamed green to show he was so turned on.
The Sullied elf unbuttoned the clansman’s leather pants, pulling them down. His cock curved upward. It was big in her hands, so full and thick. Lillee loved how little she felt and how massive he seemed compared to her.
Lillee took that big shaft into her right hand. She licked it and got his taste on her tongue. She spread her lips wide to get him in her mouth. He grabbed her hair, and she knew he wanted to be rough, and he was, but just a little. Just the right amount.
“How does that little elf whore’s mouth feel on you?” Gatha growled.
“It feels good,” Ymir answered. “But I like her oheesy more. I like how she squeals when I fill her. That’s what you want to see, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” the she-orc hissed. “You have your scrolls. I can have this. After we do this, things can’t be the same, but I don’t care. My animal is out, and she loves her freedom.”
Lillee didn’t know what Gatha was doing, but Ymir seemed to like it. His sex stiffened further, and leaked more, and the elf girl didn’t know why, but the she-orc still wasn’t finding her climax. Lillee reached back with her left hand, spreading her cheeks, so Gatha could see her, all of her, both of he
r holes.
“Yes, Lillee, yes,” the librarian hissed again. “I can see all of you. That hair is so strange, and yet, so sexy.” Her voice turned into a snarl. “I like it so much. And I like your tits so fucking much.”
Lillee took Ymir deep, so deep in her mouth. This was why she couldn’t live with the essess. This was why she needed Ymir. Like Gatha, there was an animal inside Lillee, and keeping it caged wasn’t fair to her or to her lovers. She could bring so many people such joy—not just herself but Ymir, Tori, Jenny, and now Gatha. Both the she-orc and the barbarian obviously appreciated her lust, given the noises they were making.
Ymir drew back.
Spit dripped down Lillee’s chin. She found herself breathing hard, her heart thundering in her ears, and she forgot for a moment where she was, or that they might get caught, or anything.
Ymir grabbed a chair, pulled it over, and sat down. “She wants to see us, Lillee. Gatha wants to watch. I think you like the idea.”
Lillee couldn’t talk. Turning to face Gatha, the elf girl straddled her man. She lowered her wet oheesy down onto his thick shaft—the stretch was intense, and he felt too big to fit, and then he was inside her, all the way inside her.
Gatha had one hand under her thigh. Two fingers parted her wet green lips to fill her pink tunnel. Her other hand was sweeping over her clit. Gatha’s tits shone with sweat. Her nipples looked an inch long, rising out from those delicate verdant globes.
Lillee watched Gatha fuck herself. The elf girl used her long legs to fuck herself up and down on Ymir’s cock. Every stroke drew him deeper inside of her, almost too deep, almost too sweet, but then just enough.
Her legs burned, but the elf girl didn’t stop, her little titties following her movements.
Gatha was straining as sweat dripped off her body. Her face was a mask of lust. Those eyes were glued right to where Ymir’s body penetrated Lillee’s.
Her man’s fingers gripped her waist so hard, so strong, that it made Lillee yelp. And she knew what that meant. He held her down while he came, filling her body with his essence. Ymir’s grunts matched the peaks of his orgasm.
Lillee could finally give her legs a rest. She let him sink into her depths. Her left hand found her nipple, her right found her messy pearl.
Gatha had three fingers in herself now, and she was rubbing even harder, even faster. Lillee wanted to put off her orgasm, but she found herself too far along. The elf girl whimpered. “I can’t wait for you, Gatha. I can’t wait. I have to make my little oheesy come.”
“Come then,” Gatha gasped through snarls. “You’re a little elf whore who’s going to make me come watching you.” Then it happened. Gatha went stiff, both of her hands stopped moving, and she made noises, part grunt, part whimper, part growl, sexy and loud and uncaring—so animal.
Lillee was sent over the edge, out into the winds of heaven, riding those winds, as the bliss took her away. Every part of her exploded, over and over, clutching Ymir’s shrinking shaft.
When the elf girl’s senses returned, she realized that Gatha was still coming. It might take a long time for the she-orc to orgasm, but when she did, she got to enjoy it for a full minute if not longer.
Lillee’s legs, stressed beyond reason, failed her. She nearly fell, but Ymir caught her and laid her gently down. Gasping, Lillee lay on the carpet at Gatha’s feet.
The she-orc let out a final sigh. Then she rose and grabbed her tunic. She wasn’t talking, and she was avoiding eye contact.
Lillee lay on her side, watching the orc dress. Ymir sat behind her in the chair.
The elf girl could feel what Gatha was feeling—it wasn’t any kind of magical empathy, no, it was from Lillee’s experience having sex with troubled people.
Gatha was upset, conflicted, and there was hate there, but there was also the desire for love—the orc girl probably didn’t even know she needed to be loved.
When the she-orc finally spoke, her voice came out flat and dull. “Our business with each other is over. Don’t ask me for another favor. You won’t get one.” She adjusted her tunic and tightened her brown belt. She put both the scrolls back into the cell, closed the door, and locked it.
Lillee felt sorry for her as she dressed.
They were silent as they left the Scrollery, the lights winking off behind them as they climbed the circular stone staircase up to the ground floor of the Librarium.
Lillee knew Ymir had gotten what he needed. He wouldn’t have left that table if he hadn’t.
As for Gatha? Her desires were satisfied for the moment. Her needs? No. Not at all.
Chapter Twenty-Three
YMIR AND LILLEE HURRIED back to Jenny’s apartment, braving more rain, and this time, wind that lashed them until the clansman felt beaten. He was glad his satchel was waterproof. Inside, he had the instructions for how to make the Veil Tear Ring.
Lillee held his hand—their passion had the elf girl feeling especially loving. The sex had been good; seeing Gatha lose control of herself even better. Normally, she was remote, in control, and unpleasant. She must’ve been in a mood that night to not only help them but to show them her sexual side. It showed how unstable the she-orc librarian truly was.
Ymir knew connections to other people kept you stable, though they could tax you even so. Grandmother Rabbit liked to quote from the Sacred Mysteries of the Ax: A man without a family is an unsaddled otelkir without reins, without bridle, without direction.
If Gatha wanted to run alone, she would be like the mounts of the clansman, directionless. If you avoided the pain that other people brought, you also didn’t get the blessings. Ymir felt sorry for the she-orc, but he wouldn’t block the path the Axman had cut for her. He had enough trouble walking his own.
When they made the turn from the alley to walk to Jenny’s door, there was already someone standing there, in a black cloak, her face shrouded. This strange woman wasn’t knocking, nor was she leaving.
Ymir called to the figure. “Hey, if you’re a demon, you’ll have to hold still while my friend inside gets her knife.”
“That isn’t funny,” Lillee said, breathlessly.
The figure threw back her cloak. From her round face, dark skin, and the curls of her dark hair, Ymir marked her as one of the new professors, the one he’d not met yet. The Ironcoats he knew, and he’d seen the half-elf, Hayleesia Heenn, exchanging smoldering looks with Della.
Here was the third teacher. Her name took a bit to come to him. Then he remembered she was from Williminaville, which meant she had the “lynn” suffix. “Linnylynn Albatross. Such a bird as you shouldn’t be out in all this wind.”
The woman smiled, showing bright white teeth. “Ymir, son of Ymok, I like the wind, and I like the rain, and I’m honored to meet you. I was about to knock on Jennybelle Josen’s door. This is her apartment, isn’t it?” Her Pidgin was unaccented, very different from both Jenny’s and Mimilynn’s. She didn’t even sound like Salt Love, nor Sambal.
“I’m not sure it is,” Ymir said. “Why would you want to talk with her?”
Lillee pulled close to him, so close, and he put his arm around her. With her essess on, the elf girl was very shy.
That was when the swamp woman shoved open the door. “You people shouting out there isn’t so respectful of my damn neighbors. Already, I’ve had a talking to ’cause of the noise at night.”
Some of that was Ymir. Most of that was Lillee. She liked her sex loud.
“This is where you live, Jennybelle,” Linny said. “We’ve been meaning to come and talk to you.”
“We?” Under his cloak, Ymir’s hand went to the hilt of his dagger.
“Haylee and I.” Linny lifted her voice. “Haylee, I found it!”
“What’s all this about, Professor Albatross?” Jenny asked. She had the Sapphire Fang in her belt.
Linny smiled impishly. “Haylee and I, we did research in Martin County, in Josentown. We’ve been meaning to come and chat with you.”
“What about?” Je
nny asked.
Ymir and Lillee came closer. Behind him, he heard footsteps, and he gently pulled Lillee back, putting her back to the wall. He turned, and there was the half-elf, her hair catching the light so it was a rich red. Her eyes were a deep purple.
“This seems strange, I know,” Haylee said. “We’ve been so busy with learning the routine, our classes, and trying to impress the Princept. We’re both desperate to stay on as the Studia Dux. That being said, we did want to meet with you and chat with you about your queendom.”
“Not my queendom, and it won’t be.” Jenny folded her arms across her chest. “This isn’t the best night to chat, Professors. Ymir, Lillee, and I have to study. The Third Exam is only three weeks away. Maybe we could do lunch sometime this week?”
Linny wrinkled her nose. “That’s the problem. Days we’re running from class to class. Nights aren’t so good, other than Monday nights. Maybe next Monday night then?”
Ymir didn’t believe a word this Scatter Islands woman was saying. There was something off about her. As for Haylee, she had the good sense to stand back, appearing visibly uncomfortable. What she said next proved it. “Come on, Linny, this is awkward. Really, Jennybelle, we didn’t mean to intrude. We know Nellybelle Tucker is here as well, but you’re part of the royal family. We wanted to get your opinion on a few of the local rituals only found on the Swamp Coast.”
“What kind of rituals?” Jenny asked. She clutched herself, as much to keep the cold at bay as to show her displeasure.
Haylee didn’t answer.
Linny, though, didn’t relent. She stood to the side, and the Sunfire lanterns inside Jenny’s apartment lit her face. “We know you cast things like the Lover’s Knot, the Orisha Tongues, and other magic outside the normal Studiae Magica.”
“That stuff?” Jenny’s smile was a mask, and she leapt behind it. Her cheerful voice would fool the nosy professors but not Ymir. “None of that dumb magic works. It’s superstition. It’s not based on your dusza, but like you said, it supposedly uses the power of the orishas, and I’m not sure they exist. Come on. Ghosts now? It’s good for scaring the kiddies. It’s bad for sorcery.”
