by Aaron Crash
They left, and Ymir took over the machine. The magic soon wore out. He’d be forced to wait for Tori’s return.
He worked on cooking the xocalati, then he added a mixture of xoca powder and beet sprinkles to oil from the nibs, cream, beet sprinkles, and vanilla. He heated them over a weak flame, melting it down without letting it boil.
Jenny hovered over a bowl on the counter. In it, she burned sandalwood, swamp moss, and a red ribbon, reducing them to ash using a Sunfire cantrip. She then murmured over them a chant:
Lover god, lover god, fire, heart, and blood
Lover god, lover god, flesh, cum, and mud
Goddess, goddess, burning bright
Goddess, goddess, of the night
Give us minutes, give us lust
Give us love before we’re dust
Ymir had to bite back a curse. This was witchcraft. This was the darkest of magics. And yet, here he was, hoping she succeeded. Was this her own soul casting the charm? Or was she asking some demonic goddess for help? Would this summon an orisha—an akkor, one of the other-spirited?
Demons were real. He’d now seen two of them.
It got worse.
Jennybelle lifted the bowl to his lips. “Spit in here. As much as you can.”
By the Axman, he did. He spat into her bowl.
She mixed it in and whispered, “Caelum caelarum.” Moons magic. The ashes rose from her bowl and then settled back down, not a single mote out of place.
She then took a spoon and added the ashes to his mixture of xocalati.
Well, since Ymir was damned already, he might as well go to hell rich.
They poured the xocalati onto a tray edged with a special paper that Tori had showed them. Having a dwab around was incredibly useful—the Four Roads sand crier hadn’t been wrong about that.
They made tray after tray, putting them on the racks to set and dry. Then they could cut the xocalati into pieces and package them later, in Ymir’s cell. They wouldn’t be pretty, and they wouldn’t be sculpted, but they’d be delicious. And they’d get people horny. People liked to get horny.
Tori and Lillee were due back any minute, and yet, every second they didn’t show was a second longer they had to wait. At any moment, they could get caught.
Where were those two?
Chapter Seventeen
LILLEE NEHENNA WATCHED the Gruul guard—her name was Agneeyeshka—stop in front of the Unicorn’s Uht. The green-skinned woman stopped to smoke kharo, the dried leaf rolled up in paper. She gazed up at the sky, which was cloudy but wasn’t spitting rain for once.
Lillee was glad for that. She wasn’t glad that this guard wasn’t moving on past them. The elf girl had seen her right in the nick of time. She’d pulled Tori into an alley, and there they waited. It was a tight squeeze, and Lillee could smell the little woman. Part of her fragrance was the bitter powdery smell of the xoca beans. She also had a little sweet soap still in her hair. And then there was her heavy musk from the work they’d done.
The elf girl knew, on some level, that the heat of the Morbuskor maid, and her strong fragrance, could’ve turned her on if she wasn’t wearing the essess. As it was, she noted them, and then moved on, waiting for Agneeyeshka to finish her smoking.
There wasn’t an official curfew at Old Ironbound. However, guards did ask what students were doing, what business they had, and why they were about. Ymir had prepared them with various stories, but it would be better not to be seen at all. The more normal the night felt for the security officers, the better. Getting caught in the kitchen would raise all sorts of questions, and Francy Ballspferd might analyze her inventory more closely. That would be trouble for Tori. For Ymir, he might very well get expelled if they were caught.
The Gruul guard didn’t finish her kharo. However, Agneeyeshka did move on up the Sea Stair, smoking while she walked. Of course she had to—she’d have to do her rounds, hitting checkpoints at precise times. Lillee was glad that Ymir was so smart. He’d had them memorize the sweeps.
The guards would eventually check the feasting hall and the kitchen but not for another few hours. They generally hit them right before sunrise, as the breakfast staff filtered in to cook. They had some time. Still, Lillee wanted to hurry.
Tori had to work to keep up with her since the dwab’s legs were so short. They turned into the sea alley.
Tori stopped suddenly at the entrance. “Oh, oh, no. Lillee. Oh, no. It’s happening.”
Halfway down the hall, Lillee turned.
The little woman stood there, in her cloak and her dark dress, buttoned high up to hide her pale, freckled skin. There was a look of intense emotion on Tori’s face. What it was, Lillee didn’t know, but Tori looked a little terrified.
Lillee didn’t want to wake up anyone in the sea alley. Again, the fewer questions, the better.
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 hi
ts. 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 pawed 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 Sulli
ed 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.
