by Aaron Crash
Ymir went to grab the fairy, and she went spinning away. She zoomed behind the counter. He couldn’t see her, but her voice filled the shop. “Can I trust you with a secret, Toriah Welldeep? Such a name. Well. Are you deep?”
Tori colored. “I’ve been teased like that before, and, well, gosh me underground, but it does give me a blush. How about we get down to business?”
A singsong voice answered them. “Didn’t answer my question, Toriah Welldeep. Can I trust you?”
Tori gulped. “Uh, right, gosh, I think so. I mean, I’ve heard stories...about...about your sex, or not your sex, you know, the thing that Ymir did to you. Gosh.”
Ymir had to grin at the little woman. When she wasn’t lost in her Inconvenience, she could get so embarrassed. Right now, she was pink, and her freckles were all but gone.
A light flashed from behind the desk. Slowly, the fairy girl rose as a human-sized woman, naked, with short blond hair and tight breasts pointing at the ceiling.
Tori immediately turned on her heel to face the door. She elbowed Ymir. “Give her your shirt. She’s naked. And by the holy bedrock, I’m not sure if anyone has ever been as naked as she is now.”
Ziziva walked out from behind the desk. She was a slender thing, her gossamer wings fluttering a bit, filling the air with glittering gold dust. Her sweet smell was almost overpowering. Ymir’s eyes dropped to the triangle of golden fur between her legs.
She caught him. “Yes, my honeypot is the same, Ymirry dearie, my sweet little clansmanny. My honeypot is off-limits, but I have other sweetness that misses you, and misses you a lot.”
Ymir felt his cock harden. He took off his shirt and threw it to her. “Go ahead and put this on, Ziziva. We don’t want to embarrass my friend.”
“Your friend and lover,” the fairy said, blinking her very blue eyes. Holding the elk-leather shirt, Ziziva’s eyes went to Tori’s back. The fairy’s grin turned evil. “Caelum caelarum. Just to test her, to see if I can best her, to see if I can trick her, to get her to lick me, sweetly.”
Ymir felt the love magic strike him. He remembered what had happened to Jennybelle in the shower when she’d inhaled the gold fairy dust. Jenny had grown dizzy and lost her memories as well as her inhibitions. Tori did not.
The dwab sighed. “Come on, Miss Ziziva. We’re here to do business, not rub noses.”
“Rub noses?” Ziziva giggled. “I want to rub quims, to tribby thee, or so the playwright would write. And quim is the word you like, I think, I think, quim not pussy, pussy not cunt.” She giggled again.
Tori pinched the bridge of her nose. “Uh, come on. This is embarrassing. You saying all those words makes me think I should come back when you’re not so...uh...aroused or flirty or horny. Or what have you.”
That brought more giggles out of the fairy. “I’m Fayee, and we’re always horny, and we don’t have stupid rules about us rubbing noses, not like Ymirry dearie and his three questions. Yes, I can get pregnant, but we have a dirty way around that, we do. Fucking you both would honor my family. And my coming would honor me. It would so, so, so honor me.”
Ymir let his anger show. “Ziziva, this is not helping us. Or are you trying to get out of the contract? Enough. This is business. Put on my shirt. Quit sneezing your fairy dust. And let’s get on with it.”
Ziziva whirled around and the fairy dust vanished, as did her wings. She let his shirt drop over her head. It reached down to her knees, but the collar showed her smooth but scant cleavage. “Fine, you two, fine.” Like before, she could turn off the silliness and rhyming in a second. “I wanted a little nose rubbing before we talked candy because when your business is candy, it’s always so sweet.”
Nan Honeywell laughed from the back office. “You’re always so clever, Ziziva!”
The fairy rolled her eyes. “The golem is designed to say something to me every so often. It can be fairly annoying, it can. Now, let’s talk about the kaif first, then we can talk about the sweet cream.”
Tori turned, her blush receding a bit. “Well, that’s a bit better, Miss Ziziva. I appreciate you showing a bit less skin.”
The fairy tugged the shirt down and shrugged her back muscles. “No wings feels so weird! Is this how you inglorious and undivine creatures feel all the time? Yeesh, yeesh, yeesh.”
Ymir thought there was something sinister about the fact that the fairies could appear as human. No pointed ears. No wings. And, yes, Ziziva was short, and she had pixieish features, but if Ymir hadn’t known better, he’d assume she was human. That meant the Fayee could have spies everywhere.
“No, no wings,” Tori said good-naturedly. She went to the kaif bar, where Ziziva made her morning brews. There was a little Sunfire stove there, which heated water, and then there was pouring contraption that filtered the hot water through the ground-up kaif beans.
Ziziva watched, her eyes bright, while Tori chattered. “Now, Miss Z, as we know, a lot of people here like their kaif with a little milk and beet sprinkles, but what if you added a little sweetness to it in other ways? And not just sweet, but a little creamy as well? And we all know that people like xocalati for the complex taste. Sweet, bitter, and creamy—gives people the shivers.”
Ymir knew Tori was talking so much because she was nervous. He wasn’t sure why. Could it be from the fairy’s flirting? Only to call what Ziziva did flirting would be like calling the Weeping Sea a puddle.
There were a lot of sides to Ziziva, but most of them were just plain perverted. And yet, she was watching the little woman carefully as the dwab brewed kaif, then spooned their xocalati powder into a ceramic mug. A second later, she was stirring up the xoca kaif. She gave it to Ziziva.
The fairy looked into the mug a little suspiciously. “Is this the Amora Xoca?”
“No, the love charm doesn’t work when we reduce the xoca to powder, which was harder than I would’ve thought.” Tori threw Ymir a secret little look. “Actually, it was our Basic Alchemy class that helped us. We could get the xoca powder by removing a lot of the xoca butter, but then it didn’t mix well in water. We had to add a little alakalina powder, some beet sprinkles, and some magically reduced milk solids. This is going to work better than our xoca puff corn, I promise.”
Ziziva took the mug and sipped it. Her eyelids fluttered. “Delicious! Dee, and I mean this, dee-li-cious. It’s like sex in my mouth, and I love it so. We’re going to quadruple our sales. We’ll need to expand. This means so many more shecks. We’ll see about the price point, but we can charge twice as much for this since no one else has the recipe. No one else is as brilliant as you, Toriah Welldeep!”
Tori patted her tummy. “Well, as brilliant or as fat. I have to say, I’ve been drinking three or four xoca kaifs a day. And the sweet cream is evil, I tell you. Just evil.”
Ziziva furrowed her brow. Then she sipped her mug, and that furrow became a smooth sigh. “So very delicious. We thought about expanding our xocalati products, but the xoca beans themselves were so hard to get and the prices too high. Besides, most were simply happy to get the candy itself. It was such a treat in and of itself.”
The giggly, flirty, hyperactive Fayee had changed into a completely different person.
Ymir noted the change and again had to wonder about the secret history of fairies.
Ziziva wasn’t done talking. “Now, for sweet cream, the Fayee have known about it for decades. It’s the cold storage that is the real challenge. The larger the Flow cupboards, the less they keep things cold. So we could only have sweet cream in small amounts, which wasn’t worth the trouble.”
Tori went to her case and removed a little stone box.
Ymir nodded. “Yes, that is the challenge here. The Gruul, in their arenas, serve the sweet cream, but like you said, only in small amounts. They have any number of small chests stacked together, and we’ve thought about doing that. However, creating the Flow cupboard would be expensive. The orcs can afford it because of the revenue the pits pull in.”
The fighting pits. Th
e tournament of death. He recalled his conversation with the Princept the night before. There would never be a better time to perfect new foods in the Sea Stair Market. There wouldn’t be many students over the summer, but there would be crowds of spectators, retinues of officials, and ambassadors from all over Thera. Gharam and Brodor both thought there might even be people from other continents pulled in to see this spectacle.
The scourge of the Blood Steppes would be there, and the future of the orcs would be decided...if not all of Thera. A unified orc nation, with an ambitious conqueror as chieftain, might cause all sorts of issues.
Tori set the rock box on the counter. She then slid the top open. She took out a spoonful of the xoca cream, which was what they were calling the xocalati-flavored sweet cream. She offered it to Ziziva, who again eyed the spoon. “Is this Amora Xoca?”
It was like she was afraid of the aphrodisiac candy.
“It is,” Ymir said. “But again, processing the xoca powder in with the sweet cream changes the properties. It’s not as powerful.”
“But it’s in there?” the fairy asked, frowning.
Tori laughed, anxiously. ‘Well, yes, but it should be safe, but we’ve had issues. It’s powerful magic. So, I’ll understand if you don’t want to try it. We’re still experimenting.”
Ymir couldn’t help but grin at the fairy, “Are you scared, Ziziva?”
“No,” The fairy harrumphed. “Just being cautious. I’ve done things on the Amora that shocked even me. I want to keep my head.”
Tori was far more understanding. “As far as we know, Miss Z, the sweet cream is safe. But we can’t say for sure.”
“Then we’ll risk it together.” The fairy took the spoon, put it in her mouth, and closed her eyes. “Yes. This. This is wonderful. I’ve had a spoonful of sweet cream before, and it was heavenly. But with the xocalati? This is beyond heavenly. This strikes me as the perfect sweet. But why give it to me if we can’t make it in great quantities?”
“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about it,” Ymir said.
Tori took another spoon and dipped it into the stone box. She took it out and slid it into her mouth. “Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. This sweet cream is extra nubby tummy rubby! Such a treat!”
She handed the spoon to Ymir, who scraped it against the stone to get another spoonful of the sweet cream. On his tongue, it tasted cold, but then the sweetness and bitterness filled his senses. His tongue found the ice crystals, and he was reminded for a second of eating snow, but no snow had tasted like this.
Both Tori and Ziziva were gazing at him closely. They wanted another bite.
Ymir liked how each looked, both far shorter than he was, one thin and golden, the other shorter and redder. Both women had a gleam in their eye. He’d have thought it was lust if they weren’t looking longingly at the stone box.
He spooned up another bit and slipped it into Tori’s mouth.
“No fair,” the fairy girl pouted.
Ymir smiled and gave her a spoon. Ziziva, being Ziziva, made a show of licking the spoon clean. He’d felt her mouth on his cock. He knew her skills.
The last bite of xoca cream was for him. And then it was gone. “So, Ziziva, Tori and I were considering our options. What if instead of working on storage for the sweet cream we tried to alter the sweet cream itself? What if we used Flow magic to solidify the ice crystals? Then we could get away with smaller containers.”
“Change the sweet cream itself.” Ziziva nodded. “I have sisters...sisters in the Undergem Guild, who have been considering this.” She held up a hand. “I have said too much! It was the sweet cream, yummy Ymir! It has made me crazy! I’ve been magicked!” She threw up her hands and went running back behind the counter, laughing all the way, until she came around. She stopped suddenly. “Wait. The Amora Xoca. Your experiments. I think this experiment has failed.” She blinked. “Or succeeded. Have you poisoned me?”
“Not poisoned,” Tori said quickly. “But the love magic is volatile. I took a spoonful of the original mix to see if it was safe, but it might’ve settled differently.” The little woman was pale, but color was blooming on her chest and cheeks.
The Fayee swallowed hard. She was behind the counter. She swept off Ymir’s shirt, and seconds later, her wings burst forth. “Tori, Tori, Tori! T, T, T! This recipe was the Amora Xoca, all right. I can feel it happening. Oh, you don’t know what it does to me! You don’t know!” She was nearly sobbing, and her nipples had become hard little knots on her upturned tits.
Tori’s mouth dropped open. She looked at Ymir. “No, she’s right. We have to go. My Inconvenience. We can’t...I can’t...”
Ymir wasn’t about to suggest he and Tori have sex with Ziziva since the Fayee couldn’t very well be trusted. However, it seemed too late. His own lust had taken over his good sense.
Justifying an erotic encounter was easy—he’d had sex with both women before.
Ziziva flung out a hand. “Lutum lutarum!” Her Form magic locked the door. The shades went clattering down, and the sign on the door flipped. It was dark now in the shop, dark and a bit cold.
An instant later, the fairy cleared the top of the display counter at the front, removing the money box and the pedestal. “Tori, Tori, Missy T, I can’t make you fuck me, but I have a need, I do. My honeypot is all drippy...so...I need a dick, quick. The door I’ll unlock if you don’t take away the cock.”
Tori’s eyes were closed. Ymir wasn’t sure what the little woman would decide to do
That damn Amora Xoca was dangerous stuff, all right. It had gotten them into a delicious situation. Either way, Ymir was going to pound one of the women. May the Shieldmaiden have mercy on him because the Axman didn’t care, but Ymir hoped he’d get to fuck them both.
Chapter Ten
TORI’S EYES FLIPPED open wide.
The minute she did, Ymir saw that she wasn’t going to try to get out the door. No, she was too far gone for that.
She started undoing her vest with busy fingers. “My Inconvenience is bad right now. Too bad. And I’m thinking of Ymir’s questions, I am. But it’s all so hard to think! And gosh, I shouldn’t be talking about my Inconvenience. It’s a secret among us dwarves.”
Ziziva threw a soft, fuzzy blanket across the top of the display counter. Because of the special shelves that kept the xocalati sculptures cold, the room wasn’t hot by any means. Outside it was warming up, a nice, warm day with a blue sky, and a nice day to go to the beach. Maybe after they all had sex, they could wash off in the sea.
The fairy came around to the front of the counter. She stood staring at Ymir and Tori, a strange look of fright on her face. She had not planned on sex...not at all.
Ymir so wanted to drop his pants and march over, grab the fairy, and fuck her hard. He kept control of himself. He’d have to because Tori wasn’t thinking. Her fingers were shaking as she tried to undo the many buttons on her vest. “Fuck me rocky,” she cursed.
It was up to Ymir to try to use logic. “We don’t have to do this. I can take Tori out of here. Ziziva, we didn’t mean to ensorcell you.”
The Fayee blinked. “It’s fine. I want to. None of your silly questions, none of our silly secrets, and no spells to steal memories, yummy Ymir. She knows about us anyway. It’s just that...you can’t...you can’t come in my quim. I don’t want glowies just yet, no babies just yet, and yet, I’m so wet.” Her hand drifted down to touch her sex underneath her golden pelt.
Tori got her vest undone. “I can’t get pregnant, not without some special Morbuskor magic I can’t talk about. As for dishonoring my family, well, that copper mine collapsed long ago. As for dishonoring myself? Ymir is here. He knows me. And he’s told us of what you did with Jenny, Miss Z.”
“Miss Zeeee!” the Fayee hissed. “I love it when you call me, Miss Z, Tori, T, T. Am I going to see your titties? I’ve been thinking about the rest of Ymir’s hotties. I’ve been with Jenny, and now I get T, and maybe, just maybe, Gatha and Lillee. Fucked one of you. Might as well fuck
you all!”
Tori stopped undressing to blink. “She makes sense, by the bedrock she does. Is she making sense, Ymir?”
Ymir had his hands on his belt. He had to be the voice of reason.
Yet, staring at the fairy girl touching her clit, pulling on a nipple, wasn’t helping him think straight. And then there was Tori, who had her tits almost pulled out of her dress though they were still covered by a sheer undershirt that scooped down. All that freckled skin was driving him to be rash. He wasn’t the only one.
“Such big titties!” the fairy girl screamed.
Tori blushed. “I know, they’re too big if you ask me, but you all like them so much, who am I to argue? I’m not arguing.” The little woman was breathing hard. Her big pink nipples had hardened into long, rubbery nubbins, pushing against her shirt. “Oh, the way you look at me, Miss Z, has me breathless. You’re so pretty and sexy and crazy, oh gosh yes, crazy. I hear what you like. It’s a shocker. But I’m curious to see it. I think I have to see you and Ymir do it.”
The dwab’s mouth hung open for a minute, her eyes blank with lust, and she rushed forward. She took hold of the fairy girl, who was very slender compared to the wide body of the dwarf. Then Tori was pulling down Ziziva’s head to kiss her. It wasn’t chaste by any means, but a kiss full of tongues that left both women gasping. Ziziva’s wings went into a flurry, which sprayed out more of the golden dust that filled the room. It was heating up. Despite the cold shelves, Ymir was sweating.
Who was he to say no to sex? He dropped his pants and strode forward, letting his hard uht lead the way.
Ziziva broke the kiss long enough to gasp. “Look at him, T. Look at that big old barbarian dick right there. You can’t let him fuck me. You can’t let him fill me up with his baby juicy or it’ll be bad for me. Promise, T. Promise you won’t let him put a baby in me.”
Tori pulled her dress off. She had on frilly white undergarments, but they didn’t keep her big freckled tits up. They lay on her little belly, and her pannee were already clearly soaked through at the crotch. This little woman being the only one dressed made the situation hotter somehow. She licked her full lips, swollen and wet from the fairy’s kiss. “Don’t worry, Miss Z. I won’t. You can watch him fuck me silly. He does, you know, he fucks me silly, and I end up saying things I shouldn’t, and doing things I shouldn’t, and I wanna kiss your quim even though I shouldn’t.”
