by Aaron Crash
THE VEIL BLINDS THE EYES OF THOSE DOOMED TO DIE. TRAPPED IN SECONDS. BOUND BY INCHES.
Light flared. For a second, he thought it was from the lighthouse. It wasn’t.
In front of him, the night sky was ripped open, and something, some presence, was there. And he’d gotten that something’s undivided attention.
It looked like someone had cut open the night sky, and light leaked out. That was the veil. All of reality seemed suddenly thin. Even though he was six stories above the rocky ground, it seemed as if he could see waves washing through the night sky, making the stars ripple.
The voice, though, wasn’t coming from that shining, bleeding light. It seemed to be coming from behind him. YOU WOULD TEAR THE VEIL. YOU WEAR AN AKKIRIC RING. THE SLEEPER. THE AWAKENED. THE DREAM.
Ymir gritted his teeth. All these things, these demons, seemed to be in bed with one another, fucking each other in the ass as far as he knew.
“Fucking magic,” he spat. He lifted his voice. “I want to fashion the Veil Tear Ring. If you are to test me, get it over with!” His belly boiled, his dusza felt like a ball of ice inside of him, and his spine was winter. Every one of his hairs stood on end. His Ax-damned heart thundered in his ears.
YOU STINK OF HELL, YMIR, SON OF YMOK, OF THE BLACK WOLF CLAN. WE CAN SMELL YOU.
“You probably smell yourself. Or is this part of the test? I bathed this morning.” He recklessly laughed at the slash of light leaking brilliance. Another “we,” but he didn’t think this “we” had anything to do with Siteev Ckins and the Midnight Guild. He hated that this akkor, or orisha or spirit, knew his name.
WE KNOW YOUR SPIT IS IN THE SPELL. WE KNOW THE MORBUSKOR GIRL, TORIAH WELLDEEP, GAVE HER BLOOD. SHE IS INNOCENT IN HER OWN WAY. WE ARE NOT TRAPPED IN SECONDS. WE SEE THAT HER HEART BROKE A LONG TIME AGO. WE SEE THAT THE SWEAT OF YOUR OHLYRRAN ARTIST, LILLEE NEHENNA, IS ALSO IN THE INK. WE SEE HER ACROSS THE CONTINENT, IN GREENHOME, WEEPING. WE ARE NOT BOUND BY MILES. YOU WILL BE. YOU MUST BE CLOSE TO THOSE WHO YOU WOULD SCRY IN BOTH MILES AND MOMENTS.
Ymir noted that proximity played a role in how the ring would function.
The voice finished in a flourish. WE FIND THE GIFTS OF YOUR BODIES SATISFYING. WE FIND YOUR DESIRES FOR POWER SATISFYING. WE WILL TEST YOU.
Ymir loathed this whole exchange, and he knew, if Della Pennez witnessed what he was seeing, she would kill him where he stood. The clansman was dealing with forces far beyond him, and far beyond the Honored Princept, for all he knew. This was why these artifacts were forbidden. This was why he was foolish to be toying with this sorcery shit.
The light before him grew brighter. He found himself mesmerized by it, half blinded, but the test wasn’t in the light. That felt like a distraction. No, whatever he was dealing with was loud and bright, and in the stories, that was never the answer. That was never where the truth lay. The truth hid behind a veil. The truth hid in shadows.
Ymir glanced at the shadow under him, behind him, created by the radiance. His shadow moved on its own, growing bigger, thicker, taking on a form of its own. It reached out with inky hands far bigger than his own.
Those big hands latched onto Ymir’s throat. He couldn’t even cast a spell to put Flow armor around his neck. He couldn’t speak at all. His own shadow was throttling him. Somehow, that felt right. Ymir wanted to laugh at the idea because it had a certain amount of irony—he’d become the very thing he’d always hated.
Well, if he truly despised the magic part of him, he could get his hands on it in the form of the shadowy thing in front of him. Faceless, thin in some places and fatter in others, the thing still had a throat.
Ymir grabbed it, squeezing, and he felt the satisfying crunch of bone under the skin. The clansman was straining his neck, teeth clenched, cording the muscles of his throat to keep those hands from crushing his bones. He was snorting, nostrils flaring, sucking in breath.
The shadow was as well, matching him, and he knew, this was the test. Others might have had to fight their shadows with knives, or spells, or riddles. For Ymir, it was his strength and his own hands, and he was not going to lose.
This was the vision he and Della had seen. This was the demon coming for him. But what about Jenny lying on the stone steps? That was during exam week. He could prevent it as long as he passed this damn test.
He didn’t fight for himself.
He fought for Tori. The beardless dwab deserved a life of love and lust, not just an Inconvenience Partner or an inconvenient marriage, where she hardly felt a thing for her family.
He fought for Jenny, so he could keep her safe from the Josentown assassins who were bound to come if they weren’t already there.
He fought for Lillee, who had come so far in accepting herself in the months he’d known her. He couldn’t leave her—she was as much of an outcast as he was. They all were, even Tori, because of how she looked.
Blinding pain took his sight. He felt his bones giving way, and he knew it was only his will that kept him going. His will had to be stronger than his shadow’s.
And it was. The spectral skin gave way, the ghostly bone and cartilage caved inward, and the shadow was no more. The light was no more.
Even that voice was gone. The “we” had left him.
Ymir sank down. Jenny and Lillee came unstuck, and they fell with him, holding him. He wasn’t sure how much they’d seen, or what the experience had done to them.
It was Lillee who reached into the bowl. The paper was gone, as was the water. All that was left was a ring, made from what, Ymir didn’t know, but it looked like silver, and it had the runes around it, the same ones that the elf girl had sketched on the paper.
He loathed to put it on. He would use it sparingly. Whatever lay beyond the veil, he didn’t want to tear a hole wide enough that it might come through.
Ymir exhaled long and hard. They’d done it, though this didn’t bode well for the nature of the Akkiric Rings. They didn’t seem to be as neutral as he first thought.
Tori, though, wasn’t thinking about rings or evil or any of that. She was breathing hard, and she was unbuttoning her dress. Each button revealed more of her cleavage. Her nipples seemed like they might pop.
Her voice was breathless. “I have it. I have the Inconvenience. I need a fucking. Please. We can do it here. We can do it on the rock. That old woman with the cat can watch. I don’t care. I need it, and I need it now.”
Ymir swallowed, and it hurt. But seeing Tori lose control of herself made it easy to forget about his pain. She was so obviously ready for pleasure.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
YMIR STOOD WITH HIS women at the top of the StormLight lighthouse. They had a problem.
Jenny raised an eyebrow. “I think I know of a place. But, Tori, can’t you wait?”
Lillee took off her essess and dropped it into the satchel. “She can’t. That’s why they call it the Inconvenience. It comes on swiftly and they can’t fight it. If we’re nasty enough, we can satisfy her and then get back to the Majestrial.”
Ymir winced as he had to swallow again. “What did you three see? Did you see the light in the sky? The rip in the veil? Or my shadow trying to crush my throat?”
Before he could answer, Tori hefted her skirts. Lillee was also undressing, caught up in the lust. The two tumbled into each other. The elf’s hand went between the thick little woman’s legs. Their lips came together and then their tongues.
Jenny let out an exasperated cry. “For the love of the Tree, can’t you little sluts wait?”
Ymir gathered their things quickly. “They can’t think, so we’ll have to do the thinking for them. Where should we go, Jenny?”
The swamp woman nodded. “There’s a storeroom connected to the lighthouse. I bet we could go there. There’ll be sacks of rice, probably, and some dried ficco beans. Can’t Tori put on Lillee’s essess to take some of the heat off?”
“That’s not done,” Ymir said. “It might do nothing to Tori, or it might drive her insane. I’ll deal with the
dwab. You take the elf.”
“What a night,” Jenny said, a little exasperated.
Tearing the elf away from the dwab took a bit of effort.
Ymir steered Tori down the steps, while Jenny aided Lillee.
They came out of the lighthouse. Damnation Sue and her cat were back in her cottage, her form visible through the curtains thanks to the candlelight.
Just west was a stone house with a wooden door. Jenny led the way inside. She triggered the enchantment on an antique Sunfire lantern with a cantrip. The fascinara magic was weak, the flame uncertain, and yet that little bit of light felt warm. Sacks of rice and beans lay on the shelves. At the top were blankets. The floor was smooth, clean rock, like river stone, just dusted.
Tori tossed off her cloak and continued to undo buttons on her dress. She bent to unlace her boots. Lillee was already naked, on the floor, helping the dwarf. Jenny tossed some sacks of rice down and covered them with the clean blankets. There was a jug of wine that Ymir grabbed, to take care of his thirst and to soothe his throat.
Lillee’s butt and hips wiggled as she helped Tori undress. The elf girl’s hair shone like liquid platinum, her body vibrating with need.
Tori kicked off her boots. “Oh, the stone feels so good under my feet. I’m so wet already. You all said Ymir was big. Is he too big? I’m scared. But I can’t think. I want it. I don’t want to be innocent so much anymore. I want to feel a man in me. I want to feel him shoot his sporram up in me.”
Ymir wasn’t familiar with the word, though the context helped him decipher its meaning.
Jenny finished making their nest and turned.
That was when Tori’s eyes widened further. “Jenny, I don’t know if I can do this in front of you. Lillee, we’ve been together, and she knows about me. And Ymir I’ve wanted for a long time. But gosh me underground, you and I haven’t much talked. You might not want to see me naked. Oh, hell, probably none of you want to see me naked.”
She clutched her dress to her.
Jenny didn’t pause. Her cloak was off, and she had her pants down, her boots off. She stood by the bed she’d made in her black blouse. “You’re beautiful, Tori. I like women, and I’ve been with more than my share, and I can tell you that you turn me on. I’m hotter than an August sky that won’t rain. I want to see your tits, and your oheesy, and your stiff little ohi.”
“But my tits are so big,” Tori whined, obviously torn between her lust and her fear.
Lillee reached up and pulled her pannee off, taking them down from under Tori’s dress, and she was only wearing the dress, unbuttoned down the front.
Jenny undid her blouse and pulled it to the side. She unhooked her brassiere and spread both it and her shirt wide. Her large breasts were there, with their wide areolae and her little nubs. She liked her nipples pulled right before she came. “I have big tits. I’m no dwab, that’s true, but Ymir likes them. I like them. And Lillee, well, there’s some nights Lillee won’t go to sleep if she’s not sucking on my titties while she rubs herself.”
Lillee wasn’t about to wait to see how the drama played out. She crawled up under Tori’s skirts, and Tori gasped. “Oh, oh, Lillee has my oheesy in her mouth. She’s licking me, and I can’t help but come with you watching, Jenny. I can’t...I can’t...I can’t help but be nasty.” Her face was flushed, her pupils tiny, her mouth open, and though her dress tried to cover them, her nipples were too big to be hidden.
How big were those nipples?
An instant later, the little woman made little yipping noises, gasping, squeaking in a rhythm that matched her orgasm.
Ymir watched with a stiff uht, and he knew it would be finding a nice home in these women, and in Tori in particular.
Jenny went over, naked now, and got on her knees behind Tori. She kissed the little woman’s ear, and reached in, feeling her big tits under her dress. “Those nipples have me so wet. They’re so big and perfect. I have little nipples, but you have such big ones, Tori. Do you wanna show Ymir?”
Tori nodded. Lillee withdrew, and then both princesses helped Tori out of her dress. She was there, the little woman standing with her wide hips, her furry red oheesy, and her big tits laying on her little belly. Ymir was impressed by her nipples—they were the biggest he’d ever seen.
Jenny and Lillee kissed their way down Tori’s body, each one taking a nipple to suck on. As for the dwab, she had her fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit, peeking out from its hood.
Ymir dropped his pants and let the little woman see his sex for the first time.
“Gosh, Ymir, you’re so big and hard. Scares me it’s so big, but I want it in me. I want it to scratch my itch like nothing else would. Oh, I can’t wait. I need to love on it.” She pulled away from the two other naked women. She came over, got close, and got on her knees. She was a little too short for that, but then her hands grabbed him and pulled him down. He had to brace himself against the shelf to hold himself steady as he arched over her.
The dwab struggled to get her lips around the head
“It’s big for my mouth,” Tori muttered. “I still wanna feel it. I can get it in. I know I can.”
Lillee and Jenny had come over, and they knelt too. “We can show you,” Lillee said. “We can show you how to suck cock.”
Tori kissed the Sullied elf, sucking on her tongue, and then both were back, looking at Ymir’s straining sex. They watched as Jenny took hold of him in her hand. Ymir hissed, it felt so good. She rubbed the tip over her tits, making them shine with his spend. Then she got the head of his sex into her mouth. She sucked on the tip, stroking the shaft, and Tori looked on.
Ymir couldn’t help but rock his hips, trying not to come. Not only did the sensations feel good, he loved having the three women there.
Jenny offered his uht to Tori as Lillee got behind the little woman. The elf held the dwab’s tits, teasing her nipples into peaks.
Tori got a determined look on her face. She then opened wide and fed his head into her mouth, sucking on him, getting him good and deep. Meanwhile, she copied Jenny by stroking his shaft.
The swamp woman kissed the side of Tori’s face, sucked on her neck, and then her hands reached under the wide woman’s ass. “She’s real wet. And she’s not as tight as I thought. I bet you’ll fit. It’ll be a squeeze for you, and she’ll have to stretch, but you’ll both like that.”
Tori pulled herself off his throbbing shaft. She was gasping, red faced, and spittle dribbled off her chin. “Oh, I got his taste in my mouth. And his smell in my nose. It’s a man, a good-looking man, and he’s hard for me. Oh, I have to come again. Just the thought has me coming.”
She went to rub her ohi, but Jenny had other ideas. Gently, the swamp woman took Tori and laid her back onto the blankets that covered the sacks of rice and beans. “You don’t have to masturbate anymore, Tori. We can take care of your Inconvenience. We’d love to help.”
Lillee couldn’t talk, she was too excited, and she went for the little woman’s clit. Her little pearl had swelled up so nicely, too big to stay in its hood.
Jenny got behind the elf girl and fucked Lillee with two fingers. “Looks like you got two snatches to take care of. Three if you count mine. Which you should.”
Snatches? That was a new word for Ymir.
“No, me!” Tori wailed. “I need him most!” And then she was whining, squeaking, and yipping as she came. Those were followed by deep-throated moans.
Lillee came away, her face greasy. She took Jenny’s fingers and sucked her own juices off them, then kissed Jenny. “You should taste her. She’s sweet. And her ohi is so big and juicy. It’s like mine, only it gets harder and sticks out farther. I’ll keep Ymir hard.”
The clansman laughed. “That’s not a problem. I’ve never seen anything sexier than you three.”
“Then I’ll suck on you to keep me wet.” The elf girl sucked on him while Jenny made Tori come again, for the third or the fourth time. Ymir had lost count, but the fiery dwab’s freckle
s were so pink, glowing in the sweat of her lust.
Lillee expertly sucked on him, and several times, he almost erupted, but he wanted to save that for Tori, for her first time. She was innocent, and heartbroken, and if he could ease any of her pain he would.
Jenny spread the little woman’s oheesy open for him to see. It was a little tunnel, but it would stretch, and he’d go slow. He knew having a big uht was a blessing and a curse because even when he wanted to pound a woman, he had to be careful.
Lillee got down, holding one leg, while Jenny held the other. Tori’s big tits lolled across her chest, the nipples an inch long at least, and the areolae two inches wide.
Ymir knelt on the blankets covering the sacks. She did look small, and he wondered if he’d fit. He put the tip of his uht up against her lips, spreading them, and then he was inside the very top of her tunnel. The three questions had been answered. She was in heat. The only thing left was to fuck her but gently.
She gazed up at him, breathless. “Oh, Ymir, it’s a big one. But I’m hungry for you. My quim wants you, and your sporram. Up in me. Up. In. Me!”
With each word, Ymir put a little bit of himself into her. Her virgin hole was widening, accepting him, clinging to him until he was in her fully. Her eyes, still locked on his face, went unfocused. She began to squeak, over and over, and he felt her sex grab his, over and over, and then he knew it was time. When her contractions subsided, he withdrew, feeling every inch of her. Then he thrust forward once.
Her big tits swung upward and down. She yipped. “More of that, Ymir. More of that!”
He forgot about Jenny and Lillee. He pounded into the woman under him.
Tori loved it. “Yes! That! Yes! That! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Tori had lost herself in her lust. All of her self-doubt was gone. She must’ve had the Inconvenience more than most, or maybe she found partners with big glass phalluses, because she took his girth so well.
