Princesses of the Ironbound Boxset: Books 1 - 3 (Barbarian Outcast, Barbarian Assassin, Barbarian Alchemist)
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They would cool the xocalati on the drying racks—instead of heating the stone surface, they would use Flow magic to cool it quicker.
Most everything was automated except for the cooking, which needed Jenny’s Lover’s Knot magic, as well as the packaging. Gatha would help with that.
Tori was bursting with excitement. “This is so exciting! I’ve drunk a pot of kaif, so maybe that explains my excitement. Mostly, this investment is going to give us so much money! And I know we can underbid the merfolk, and so Ziziva will have to buy from us. Even then, I’m thinking we could export xoca powder to the entire Sorrow Coast.” The little woman was breathing heavily, and her face was so pink some of her freckles were lost.
Gatha leaned against the drying rack. She was staring at Tori’s chest.
The dwab caught her, grinned, and rolled her eyes. “Now, none of that, Greenie, we have work to do. See? No Inconvenience means a lot more work that gets done.”
“Don’t call me ‘greenie,’” Gatha said in a humorless voice, but she looked somewhat amused. “I have my doubts about your winnowing machine.”
“My winnowing Knowing Lore is going to work great, Miss Tusks,” Tori said with a laugh. “Is Miss Tusks better or worse.”
“Worse,” the Gruul woman decided.
Lillee came over and hugged Ymir, then Jenny. “This is exciting,” the Sullied elf said. Her platinum-blond hair was pulled back, and her blue eyes were wide with excitement. Already she had a little xoca powder on her face, which only made Lillee look cuter.
The xoca beans had been fermented for a week, and they’d dried for a week. They were ready for the rest of the processing and for the cook itself.
Tori’s white-and-blue ring, a Moons ring, flashed, and she shouted, “Lutum lutarum!” She’d had way too much kaif.
The machinery started up, the central drying slab rising as the beans went sliding down into the winnower at the other end of the room. Gatha was there, watching the rejects pile up next to her, while the good beans were cracked open and the thin, papery shell around them cast out. Both the bad beans and the shells ended up in a special wheelbarrow. There were two to get rid of the leavings.
It was surprisingly quiet, though it didn’t need to be—there were mostly empty buildings and warehouses around them. The taverns and shops were down the long, twisty alleyway.
Ymir jumped into the work, taking the wheelbarrow and rolling it across the room to the stove. Lillee helped him throw the leavings into the flames as the entire room heated up. They’d need that Flow magic to keep the central stone slab cool.
Tori was everywhere at once, checking her mechanisms and making adjustments. The cracked beans were pressed into powder and butter, which were divided into different bins. Jenny got cooking, and when all the beans were winnowed, Gatha was there to put the extra powder into sacks. The extra butter would be cooled in a special rack, which also used Flow magic. They would stack the bricks of butter in a box. Those would have to be carried down to Ymir’s cell, which they were using as a storeroom still.
Again, Jenny cast the Lover’s Knot magic, which included the incantation to the goddess, who very well might be an orisha. Was it demonic? Again, Ymir didn’t care. It all seemed vile to him. They worked the night away, without any interruptions, and it was late when Ymir hefted a sack of xoca powder. “I’ll take this down.”
Jenny grabbed a box of the xoca butter.
Gatha scowled. “I can take that, girl. I’m stronger.”
The swamp woman put on the fakest smile imaginable. “That’s okay, sweetie. Or is it greenie? Either way, I’m not used to physical labor, so for me, it’s kind of fun. And I could use the exercise. If I’m not careful, I’ll gain more weight, and my tits will get even bigger. Can you imagine?” She made her chest wiggle some, which had Gatha blinking. After that, the she-orc was speechless.
Jenny laughed. It was more musical than mean.
Ymir wasn’t sure the swamp woman would ever welcome Gatha into their little family. The Swamp Coast women weren’t accustomed, at all, to their men having harems. Jenny loved Lillee, liked Tori, and enjoyed sex enough to get around that fact. However, the she-orc might be a different matter.
Outside, the rain poured. Ymir took Jenny’s cloak and hung it over her box. He rolled his sack up in his own cloak, and they headed outside.
After the heat of the cooking room, being outside in the chill felt good. Ymir walked to the Sea Stair with boots squelching. They’d gotten so used to cooking at night, in secret, this felt normal. Perhaps he might consider a cook during the day, once they had secured trade deals. Then it wouldn’t matter, but for now, he didn’t trust Ziziva.
They passed the fairy’s shop. A single light was on inside, so someone was there, and it wouldn’t be Nan Honeysweet, since she wasn’t alive to need light.
He and Jenny quickly descended the Sea Stair. He paused at the archway that led to the sea alley and his cell. It had been rebuilt and looked stronger than ever. Out of habit, he muttered an Obanathy finding cantrip. Nothing was out of the ordinary.
The alley wasn’t flooded, which was good, and the drains were working. Ymir undid the sealing charms on his cell. He stacked his sack and Jenny’s box on the shelves inside.
Then he sealed the door, and they started down the alley, with the rain dripping down on them. Both wore their storm cloaks.
At the turn to the sea alley’s showers, Jenny grabbed him and shoved him inside.
Then she was kissing him, her mouth hot in the chill air.
“Now?” he wondered.
She stepped back and flung off her cloak. She kicked off her boots. She was wearing a black shirt and black pants, but not for long. She wiggled her pants down over her hips, along with her pink pannee.
“Quickly, Ymir.” Jennybelle giggled with excitement. “If Tori and Lillee can fuck during a cook, you and I can too!”
Just seeing the triangle of dark hair between her plump thighs filled Ymir with lust. He kicked off his own boots. He did cast a quick spell to check the shower. All was clear.
He swept off his sodden shirt. He dropped his pants, which were heavy with his sheathed silver dagger.
Jennybelle was more careful with the Sapphire Fang, which had a way of killing professors at Old Ironbound. She wrapped the dagger in her shirt and reached back to undo her brassiere.
Then she ran to him. Her body was slippery and wet from the rain. Her butt was jiggly and cold in his hands. He pushed her up against the wall. His sex felt so full and swollen. He was going to fuck her hard. She’d wanted this for months now.
He cranked open the hot water in two spouts to give them some warmth and steam.
So late in the morning of the Winter Solstice itself, there was little chance of being caught.
Jenny turned around and slapped her hands on the tiles. “No need to lick me. I’m so fucking wet right now. Just grab me, Ymir. Grab me and fuck me.” She spread her legs, and he could see her open hole edged by slick black fur.
He stood in the hot water, and it splashed onto her, and then he was inside her. After the chill walk in the rain, her heat felt like liquid fire around his sensitive uht.
But she wanted to get fucked. And they had to get back to the annex to bring down more of the powder and butter.
His thighs smacked into Jenny’s ass, and it was so wonderful watching her big tits dangling from her chest. She let him work her, until she took over, backing up into him, fucking him as much as he was fucking her. She was trying to be quiet, but it was hard for her to keep from groaning. Every time he filled her completely, she let out a sexy grunt, obviously lost in the moment.
He hoped the sound of the water in the shower hid most of her squeals.
The giggles, though, of a certain fairy, rang out loud and clear. “Well, well, well, look at the two humans, rutting like animals in a public place. This little Solstice wolstice has just gotten a wot more intewesting!”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jenny chose for them. “Wait there, Ymir, we can’t exactly continue. Not when everything has kinda changed.”
She straightened and turned, cranking off the spouts with a series of squeaks. She didn’t even attempt to cover herself, no, because Jenny wasn’t shy about her big tits or her thick thighs.
Ymir wasn’t about to hide his hard cock, gleaming from Jenny’s juices. The hot water had created a mist in the shower, and the steam obscured the entrance for a second, until it dissipated.
There, standing naked, was Ziziva, though she wasn’t twelve inches tall anymore. She’d grown to be human sized, a five-foot-and-some-inches tall pixie with short blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, an upturned nose, and lips that were curved into a smile. Her pretty little titties had the sweetest pink nipples above her flat belly, with a little outie belly button. A patch of gold covered what she called her honeypot. Behind her, the dragonfly wings were still there, and they caught the glow of the Sunfire torches in a rainbow of scintillating light.
She was naked, but she had been wearing a little silver dress meant for a foot-tall fairy. She spun the tiny gown around her finger. “Barbarian boy and his Jenny girl, naked as the day they were born, they were born, as naked as the day they were born. But horny, honey, and all growed up.”
She danced into the room, wiggling her hips and making her titties shake.
Ymir crossed his arms over his chest, but his uht wasn’t getting any softer. “Ziziva, we’re not going to fuck you. For one, we’re competitors. And for another? From what I heard, you can make us forget whatever we agree upon. If I sign the wrong thing, you’d be at an advantage.”
Jenny laughed. “I can’t disagree with what our barbarian boy just said. And, Z, aren’t you going to get in trouble with your people for showing us this secret? We know you can change your size now.”
“Oh, you two, you won’t remember anything that happens tonight. I will, though. Little Z will.” The wings fluttered, making the steam swirl, along with the dust from her wings, smelling sweet and glowing bright. In seconds, both Ymir and Jenny were caught up in the golden pollen of the fairy.
“Caelum caelarum,” Ziziva giggled, “or so the humans would say! Ha! Hee! Oh me! Aren’t we gonna have some fun!”
Jenny grew dizzy and fell against Ymir. Her skin was soft and hot. She turned to him. “What’s happening, Ymir? You have to keep your head. You have to be strong for us. Because, oh, look. Look at how pretty she is!”
In the storm of gold, Ziziva appeared, and the dust and mist parted as she fluttered up. She was only a little shorter than Jenny, but pinker, blonder, and more slender. And she had such a smile on her face. “So, Jennybelle Josen, do you like little Z? Do you want to taste me? I’m so sweet, you’ll simply love it, I know. You won’t remember, but I’ll know.”
Ymir had a slight dilemma. If he showed that he wasn’t affected, at all, by the fairy’s magic, she might guess her memory magic wouldn’t work on him. For now, it would be better if he played along, because he was getting so much ammunition to use against her. The minute he felt he was losing his mind, or control, he could stop things, or reveal the truth. If necessary, he had access to his dagger as well as the Sapphire Fang.
He smiled. “So if we can’t trust you, Ziziva, how are we going to fuck you?”
She danced around them, around and around, making the dust swirl. She giggled as she danced. “We can fuck without trust. So excited and so lonely, I’ve been. And your man root is so long and thicky, so horny and drippy. I knew your cock would be yummy, so yummy, but I can’t have you fucking a baby into my tummy. Three questions, you have, you cannot lie. Three questions I’ll answer and on the first try.”
She stopped. “No babies. I have a plan for that. Disrespecting myself? Maybe, but I talked with my business partners, and they said I could play with you, as long as you forget. You don’t remember what Lolazny Lyla said to you, do you?”
“I don’t,” Ymir lied.
Jenny was speechless and smiling, completely ensorcelled by the beauty of the treacherous, lascivious fairy.
Ziziva continued her answers. “So no disrespect to myself nor my family, and you won’t remember this, so there’s no problem there for you because all of this will only be a dream, a dream, of coming and coming, though I have to admit, there might be a little something that happens after the fact. You might look more kindly upon me because the sex does that to us all sometimes. I’m expecting trouble.” Ziziva stopped and ran her fingers through her hair. The dragonfly wings fluttered as if she had shivered.
“Trouble with the merfolk?” Ymir asked. “That is where you get your xoca powder.”
“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.” Ziziva came forward and took Jenny’s hand. She raised it to her lips and kissed it. “Oh, such big boobies, Jenny. Let’s press our titties together and kiss. You can think so you can agree, will you help Ymir make love to me?”
“I will,” Jenny said.
“And you, Ymir? Do you want to do sexy things to Jenny and me?” the fairy asked.
Ymir wasn’t sure what he said next might matter, and yet it might. Ziziva seemed to genuinely want his consent. He nodded. “How could I say no, Z? And I’m wondering about your butter hole.”
“We’ll get to that,” the fairy giggled. Then she got deadly serious as her lust took over. It might’ve been the first time he’d ever seen an honest expression on her face. She fell into Jenny, and they kissed, first lips, then tongues, and Jenny stopped breathing. Her face turned red.
“Such big boobies!” the fairy said loudly. She kissed her way down Jenny’s neck until she suckled on one of Jenny’s wide areolae before licking the nubbin in the center. The other hand overflowed with the other massive tit.
Jenny was panting as she turned to Ymir. “She tastes like honey, Ymir. Her mouth tastes like honey.”
Ziziva giggled more. “That’s not all of me that tastes like, honey, J. Yummy Ymir, taste my other end, and you’ll get a treat. Oh, but first, I have to kiss you. But I don’t wanna leave Jenny’s pretty titties. What’s a little Fayee to do?”
“Not so little,” Ymir growled. He stepped forward.
The fairy grabbed his aching cock. He’d been seconds from coming before, inside Jenny, and he wouldn’t last long with this new woman, who was radiating lust.
Her wings fluttered, filling the air with more golden dust. She left Jenny and pushed herself up against Ymir. Her hungry little mouth found his. Her sweet fragrance struck his nose, and it was almost overpowering. Was it spending all that time in the candy shop? No, this was a fairy, a magical creature, full of mystery. Well, he’d discovered one of the secrets. They could grow large enough to take a human cock in them.
She was moaning into his mouth, her tits up against him, and his hands went to feel the strangeness of her wings and the joints where they connected to her back. His hands fell to grip her very human ass.
She sucked on his tongue, sighing, almost sobbing. Jenny went to the showers and turned on all the spouts, filling the room with hot water. The steam mixed with the gold dust to give the place a surreal light.
Jenny then went around behind the fairy. “Well, Ymir, if you’re not going to try her, I want to. I want to see if her honeypot is as sweet as I think.” The Josentown princess knelt behind Ziziva.
The Fayee woman arched her back, spread her legs, and continued to kiss Ymir, though she had enough distance to keep working her hand up and down his shaft. He had to fight from coming. He didn’t want to fill her hand. He wanted his sporram in other parts of her.
Ziziva broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes. “Jenny has her tongue up my honeypot. Oh, now she’s licking my dirt box. Oh, now she’s licking my little clitty. I’m going to come. Little Z is gonna come.” She went silent. She couldn’t talk, giggle, or even moan any, not any at all. Her
eyes glazed over with lust. Her mouth was open. She blinked, as if surprised, when the orgasm took her. Her wings whirred, and more gold dust floated into the air.
She let out a shuddering breath. “Oh, it’s been a long time since I made myself big and did this. Too long. Thank you, yummy Ymir. Thank you, nasty Jenny. Thank you, but we’re not done yet, not done yet, we can’t be done just yet.”
Jenny laughed. “Oh, we’re not done. She does taste like honey, Ymir. You have to try her little pot. It’s all quivery, and she came so well for me. I hate that we won’t remember this.” She gave him a knowing look.
“Such a shame,” Ymir agreed.
The fairy smiled at him. “Your eyes are green now. I heard your eyes changed color. So is green for horny?”
“Green is for horny.”
Ziziva dropped to her knees. “I like your eyes, but I like your uht better. It won’t taste like honey, but I like a little salty creamy from a humany man like you. Can I even get it into my mouth? Oh, so big, so hard, so salty, so creamy.” And then Ziziva couldn’t talk because she stuffed as much of his cock as she could between her lips.
He felt her tongue caress the head, and then she was sucking him hard, stroking him just as hard. He touched her soft blond hair. Around him spun the gold, and then he couldn’t help himself. His legs trembled, his cock spasmed, and wave after wave, rope after rope of sporram left him. It might’ve been the best suck of his life.
Ziziva swallowed down his essence and then sat back. She had a little white dribble on her chin. “Jenny, I did Ymir, and now I want to do you. Ymir, be a good boy and lick my buzzy little clitty.” The fairy’s giggles stopped because Jenny forced her oheesy into the blonde’s mouth.
The swamp woman rode the fairy’s face, breathing hard and whining a bit.
Ymir went around and got on his back. He knew the tiles, warm from the hot water, had been cleaned the night before. He’d worked on the crew who took care of the sea alley showers. Even if the place had been filthy, he wouldn’t have cared.