by Aaron Crash
“We keep the overstock down here,” Gatha explained. “Special collections, dangerous work, or simply outdated volumes that no one cares about—all end up down here. I’ve also started a collection of modern romances and some popular fiction. The head librarian hates them and won’t have them taking up room on the Coruscation Shelves. I have them here, for now, though that might change.”
“Your erotica?” Ymir asked with a smirk.
“Oh, yes, and some even with illustrations, hastily done, but highly arousing. I enjoy the depravity of Breecca Pah. Would you like to see?” Gatha had a smirk of her own.
“Later,” Ymir said firmly. “I have to get what I need to save my life and protect my friends.”
Lillee again touched her essess. This flirting was interesting to watch, but she wanted to feel it. She wanted to feel this place with her whole self, not just her logical mind and her normal emotions. She took off her cuff and slipped it into her satchel. Immediately, she felt the change. There were brass flourishes on the bindings holding the shelves up. This place wasn’t a dungeon, and it wasn’t a library, but it had its own beauty. Little works of art, hidden away, added a certain beauty here and there. The sensual light of Sunfire lanterns glowed warmly on the old polished wood of the tables. The chairs were cushioned in a red velvet fabric, worn by age. How many scholars had sat in them? How often did Gatha come here to read her dirty stories?
Lillee’s imagination flared. What kind of erotica? What kind of depravity did Gatha like? She was so bold about her reading habits. She’d mentioned a favor, and something called a rahgaht. What was that?
Taking off her essess might’ve been a mistake, but she trusted Ymir to keep her somewhat in control, and she trusted the she-orc librarian. She knew that Gatha was a hard woman, but she was also fair-minded. And the she-orc was also lonely in a way she probably didn’t understand. Lillee knew what it was like to not see the shadowy parts of one’s self.
Gatha led them past cells holding the scrolls. There were thirteen cells on each wall, the writings organized by the authors’ last names in alphabetical order. Obanathy and Octovato were at the end of the room near a huge magical glass window showing the dark, swirling waters of the moat. Some long snaky thing, half lit by the light of the lanterns, wriggled through the water.
Ymir saw it. “Damn moat still goes down. How deep? And what in the hidden name of the Axman swims there?”
Gatha moved to the iron door and opened it with a simpler spell, “Ignis ignarum.” The iron hinges creaked, and a single Sunfire lantern hanging from the ceiling flared to life, giving them plenty of light.
She gestured. “Laughing eels are in the moat. They can get quite large, which I find comforting. If we ever have to defend this citadel, I pity the army who tries to tangle with them.”
“Laughing eels in the Weeping Sea,” Ymir said with a sneer. “This Ax-damned place loves its emotional drama.” He went forward and removed two sets of scrolls from the honeycomb. Wheeling, he hurried to a table, where he unslung his satchel. He retrieved his pen, ink, sand parchment, and his grimoire. He unrolled both the scrolls. There were brass weights on the table to hold the curled paper down. He got to work, copying quickly.
Gatha, meanwhile, walked to a bookshelf on the wall, pulled out a slim volume with a paper cover, tattered and frayed, and then walked to a hidden alcove that lay between the last cell and the wonderful window that showed the rather disturbing view of the moat and the eels.
Lillee wasn’t sure where she should go, if she should help Ymir or find herself something to read. Would Gatha show her some of the more forbidden texts? Lillee thought she would. Her need felt keen. Normally, she’d be with Jenny and Ymir by now, naked and doing nasty things with each other. Her body missed it.
She perused the shelves for a while, looking for the erotic books, but couldn’t find them. She did find something interesting. She discovered an iron hatch in the floor down in the opposite corner from where they’d entered the Scrollery. Through the iron bars, Lillee could see more stairs going down, and in the walls, more scrolls. She wondered what kind of forbidden magic they contained and how far that staircase descended.
Lillee finally wandered to the alcove where Gatha was reading. It was a comfortable place, two chairs in the corner sitting on a gorgeous carpet done in blues, greens, and browns and showing naked nymphs playing in a waterfall surrounded by a dark forest. Lillee’s eyes drank in their nudity.
Then the elf girl was given another sight to consider.
Gatha sat in a chair, reading. Her tunic was pulled up, and her long, muscled legs were thrust out, crossed at her booted ankles. The green skin of her exposed lower thighs was smooth and hairless. Was her oheesy equally bare? She thought so. She’d heard stories. The Gruul men might be hairy beasts, but the women were sleek and sexy.
The she-orc turned a page and shifted in her seat. She sat a little more upright, uncrossed her legs, and sat there, knees slightly apart.
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 her 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.
