Barbarian Dragonslayer (Princesses of the Ironbound Book 5)

by Aaron Crash

  Ymir settled onto the couch next to them. His presence, his smell, filled her senses. And already, the sweet perfume and slight musk of the elf girl smelled so good. Ymir took her hand. His hands were hot. It was an intimate gesture. Had she held hands with Ymir before? Della didn’t know.

  Why was he holding her hand?

  Lillee was sliding back and forth on Della’s thighs. The elf was using Della’s body to masturbate that horny little ohi. This wasn’t kissing. This was sex.

  Della thought she might have to end things when Ymir slid a ring onto her right hand, on her index finger, and it felt strange for a moment before the metal warmed, shrinking to fit her slender finger. Della saw it was the ring of three metals, the one with the seaweed filigree.

  Immediately, Della felt power fill her dusza. She felt the lives of the three others around her. They gleamed bright and powerful, all three of them, but of course, Ymir’s life force was the most radiant. It was as if whatever had cursed him had gifted him with far more power than any sorcerer alive. His soul was like sunshine in the room.

  Lillee, though, couldn’t be ignored. “It’s now the time for us to kiss, Princept. I have to kiss you. I have to taste you.”

  The Honored Princept found herself speechless. This was either the very best idea she’d ever had or the very worst. She was about to find out.

  Chapter Fourteen

  DELLA PENNEZ SAT ON her comfortable sofa in her alcove, with the elf girl straddling her.

  The Princept couldn’t breathe, gazing into the eyes of his hot young elf. Then the elf girl was pressing her lips against hers, first once, then twice, then Lillee had to stop to gasp. Both of them were having trouble breathing. Della squeezed her thighs together and felt how wet she was. Her ohi felt like a spark between her legs.

  Lillee grabbed her head, hard.

  Della felt the elf girl’s eager tongue in her mouth. The Princept was having trouble with what to focus on. The softness of the girl’s mouth, or the scent of the elven scholar, or the heat of Lillee’s sweaty skin. Then, to add to Della’s distractions, there was the vibrant soul of the young woman’s soul, radiating power.

  Lillee moaned into her mouth. This young woman wanted to get fucked. Della could feel her lust. The Princept could also feel their lives intertwining. Their souls were coming together, and it was an ecstasy of kissing.

  Della grabbed the elf’s hair, long and soft. It was wrong, but Della reached out and felt Lillee’s pliant hips and ass. She adjusted herself and forced her leg between Lillee’s legs, while at the same time pulling the elf down on her.

  Lillee ground herself against Della, while thrusting her tongue into Della’s mouth. Lillee was wild, kissing Della and rubbing her horny clit on Della’s leg like a bitch in heat. Lillee was whimpering with lust. Della felt the tingles traveling up and down her body, from her clit to her nipples, until Lillee shuddered against her.

  Della could feel the elf’s dusza glowing and pulsing. It reminded her of her time with Unger. When he climaxed with her, when she came with him, she had felt the power fill their souls. Unger didn’t call it dusza, though. He called it something else.

  Ymir was next to them, watching. The dwab on her chair, silent and pink, was also watching.

  Lillee pushed her face into the crook of Della’s neck. It was like she was shy after coming—the kiss had grown out of control, Della knew that, and she knew there was the danger that they would all have sex. She had to focus. She had to stop this.

  But something was going on with Tori’s dusza, something that made it spark. It was her Inconvenience. It had to be.

  Tori stood up. “Fuck me rocky, but I can feel it happening. Watching Lillee and the Princept got me hot. I shouldn’t want to watch, I shouldn’t want to kiss her, but I want a turn. I need a turn.”

  Della stroked Lillee’s back. “Tori is next, sweetness. I enjoyed your kiss, girl. I enjoyed your pleasure.”

  Lillee’s breath was hot in Della’s ear. “I want more. I need more. Just one come isn’t going to be enough.”

  “It has to be for now, Lillee.” Della hugged the elf and then gently pushed her away.

  Lillee stood and stepped back, wiping some of the kiss from her face.

  Tori then hiked her dress up and climbed up onto the couch. She straddled Della, taking Lillee’s place.

  The Princept found those huge breasts against her own tits. Tori’s face was flushed, and she smelled so good—a little perfume, a little musk, a little of the lingering scent of her work in the kitchen. Would they get to the canapes? Both the snacks and the wine were forgotten.

  Della looked into the freckled face of the dwab. “Tori, are you sure you want to do this?”

  Tori had her strong, stocky body pushed against her. “Yes, Princept. Yes, watching you and Lillee left me breathless. I know it’s wrong, but sometimes the wrong things feel the best. Sometimes breaking the rules gets me so wet.”

  Then Tori was kissing her. Her lips were fuller, thicker than Lillee’s, and her passion was more measured. Tori brushed her lips against Della’s. Her chin was wet from Lillee’s kiss, and Della could smell it. And she could smell Tori’s hot mouth. Della was the first one to use her tongue, and Tori made a horny little noise in the back of her throat. She pulled back.

  Tori’s eyes were glittering with lust. “We can kiss with tongues, Princept. If that will help the magic. Gosh, I think it might be helping me as well. I feel so hot and tingly. And you smell so good, Princept. You feel so good. I like pushing my tits against yours. I’d like to take off my top. I’d like you to take off your top. I want to feel your skin. And then Ymir could fuck me. Not you, maybe, but me. I need it. I need a hard fucking.”

  Lillee was sitting in a chair, watching. She had pulled her robes up to her hips and her legs were spread. The elf girl was rubbing herself under her pannee, watching Della kiss the dwab. Lillee’s robes and camisole had already been opened to reveal her tits and expose her big, thick nipples. She had such big nipples on her little titties.

  Tori had talked about them getting topless, rubbing their tits together, and Della liked the idea. She couldn’t talk, though, because Tori was kissing her, with her lips, with her tongue. Their mouths came together in a wet passion. Both were trying to breathe and kiss and moan at the same time. Because of the Gather Breath, Della could feel the dwab’s core. She could feel Tori’s life and how it had been touched by the magic of the rings. She had an innocent soul, and that innocence stood strong against the demonic forces at play.

  Della found herself grabbing the thick ass of the girl. She loved the feel of this horny dwab’s tits on hers. It was Ymir who pulled them apart.

  The Princept was grateful. She’d lost herself in Tori’s kiss, the feel of her big ass, and those pillow tits pressing against her.

  Ymir spoke with the ghost of a laugh in his voice. “Tori, I promised that we wouldn’t be having sex with the Princept tonight. Let’s finish this, and then we can find a place for us to take care of your Inconvenience.”

  The dwab scrambled off Della. “Sorry, but I’m not sure I can wait. I’m all hot, with all of this, and knowing that we shouldn’t be doing this. That we can’t do this. I can’t wait. I’ll die if I don’t take care of this. I’ll die.”

  Lillee leapt off her chair. She spun Tori around and settled her down on the chair. Tori was pawing her vest, trying to unbutton it and shed her shirt and bra all at the same time. Her freckled tits came into view. The little woman started pulling on her wide, pink nipples.

  Lillee’s head was buried beneath Tori’s skirts.

  Della felt disappointed. She wanted to see the dwab’s red pubic hair and her horny pussy.

  However, that wasn’t meant to be. Her view of Tori’s cunt was blocked by the elf’s head as Lillee licked the dwab. Della knew how good it would feel, especially since the red-haired dwab had gone from not being sure she wanted to be a part of the sex to someone who couldn’t wait to come.

  Della�
�s eyes went to Lillee’s ass, but her robes had fallen back in place. The Princept was again disappointed. She had wanted to see the elf’s wet sex as well.

  It was Ymir’s turn. The last kiss.

  Della wanted the barbarian in her while she kissed. She wanted to feel his big cock splitting open her little oheesy. She’d grip his cock so hard with her cunt. Then he could kiss her. She could suck on his tongue while her oheesy sucked on his uht.

  Ymir started to get up, but the Princept stood up and pulled up her robes. She then got on top of Ymir, who was still sitting on the sofa. She settled herself down on him. “Those two little sluts straddled me, and I’m going to straddle you. I want to feel you between my legs, Ymir. I want to feel your hard cock between my legs.”

  She shouldn’t have said such a thing to the scholar, but Della could feel Lillee’s lust leaking into her own soul. Just as powerful was Tori’s Inconvenience. The Princept couldn’t say no to Ymir if he decided to follow her directions.

  Like with Lillee, Della rubbed her clit on the barbarian’s body. She could feel how hard he was underneath that leather. She’d soaked through her pannee, and she might just soak through his pants. She’d get her own sex juices on his uht.

  Della took a moment to enjoy the feel of the strong man between her legs. As she enjoyed his scent and the glint in his eyes, now a bright green, the memory of that bloody, savage night came back to her. Their first kiss. She shouldn’t have kissed him then, and she shouldn’t be kissing him now, but it was for the good of the school, and not just the school, it was for the benefit of the entire continent.

  Della knew about the three sex questions of the northern clans. They didn’t need to worry about them since this was only a kiss, maybe some touching, but nothing that might result in babies.

  Della followed the natural pull of their mutual attraction. She closed her eyes and found his lips easily. She inhaled with a sharp gasp. She liked that he too inhaled, because he was feeling this as well, this lust they shared. They’d fought together, saved the school together, and now it seemed right for them to share this moment.

  Time seemed to stop. His strong hands grabbed her hips and then her ass. She was pressing her clit against his cock. As she rubbed against him, he rubbed against her. She accepted his tongue with a growl of lust. She sucked on him, licked into his mouth, sucked on his lips, while at the same time his soul shone with hers.

  Tori’s dusza brightened as she came, pushed over into an orgasm by Lillee’s skillful tongue. Again, Della felt the power of the orgasm affect her dusza. This was like Unger. Did Unger have an Akkiric Ring? How could the simple sex act, the climax of body and mind, affect her?

  She didn’t know, but Ymir had to grab her hair and pull her entire head back to break the kiss. She was still rubbing herself against him, but he ended that by gently lifting her off him and placing her on the couch next to him.

  He smiled. “Della Pennez, I believe you are ready to put on the Veil Tear Ring. Now would be the time to test it.”

  She closed her eyes since his gaze was too searching and hot. She felt a drunken smile on her face. “Yes, I suppose now is the time.”

  Tori cried out again. What was Lillee doing to her? And what would the Sullied elf do to her if Della lost control?

  Ymir laughed a little. “Lillee, Tori, let’s remember why we are here. You had your fun.”

  Tori’s face was bright red. Strands of hair stuck to her sweaty face. “But, Ymir, my Inconvenience is on me. I can’t think. I can’t do anything. It’s a bad one. It’s strong, so strong.”

  Lillee pulled her head from underneath the dwab’s skirts.

  Della noticed Tori’s juices painting the elf girl’s mouth. Lillee closed her camisole and robes and tried to put herself together. Tori tucked her breasts back under her clothes. Soon, both women sat in chairs, gazing at Della and Ymir, who were sitting on the couch.

  Della felt crazed with lust, with fear, with all the emotions going through her. She wasn’t afraid of this hellhound thing, no, but what diabolic door had she opened by kissing these scholars, by watching the elf lick the dwab’s pussy, and watching the elf masturbate herself?

  Ymir held up the Veil Tear, and Della snatched it up and slipped it on, wanting to know immediately if she would be destroyed or not.

  It was an explosion of light and noise. She heard voices, but they were indistinct.

  Ymir had warned her she might hear the Akkir Akkor. Those demons might be there, but they were distant, mere shadows, mere voices, when the reality of the three souls around her was so much brighter and crisper.

  And wearing the Gather Breath had her so attuned to both their bodies and their souls. But unlike with the Gather Breath Ring, with the Veil Tear she was able to slip into their lives, and she saw them in the kitchen storeroom, fucking. This wasn’t the past, or even the present, this was the future.

  Tori would know of a private place where they could go since she worked in the kitchen so much. In Della’s vision, all of them were naked. Della admired the slender body of the elf and the lush curves of the Morbuskor maid, but it was Ymir’s muscled frame, the arc of his huge cock, the massive head rising up from the foreskin. That was what caught her attention the most. She watched as the three got into position.

  Lillee had licked Tori, but now the dwab was returning the favor. Lillee sat on sacks of flour, legs spread. Her beautiful blond oheesy was pink and wet. Tori was on her hands and knees, her face over that pussy, before she started sucking on Lillee’s lips and then sucking on her hard clit.

  Ymir had to set the dwab on other flour sacks to get her pussy high enough for him. His swollen cock found the dwab’s furry red slit. He slid his cock up into her. Tori screamed into Lillee’s cunt, who was also screaming, as the barbarian started working his cock in and out of that horny hole.

  Tori said something that made Lillee come. It also made Ymir come.

  She said, “Play with my ass, Ymir. Play with my ass while you fuck me.”

  Della would think about that later, when she masturbated furiously on the sofa of her alcove office. But that was later.

  At that moment, Lille barked a single time as the orgasm took her. Then she was whimpering as the spasms took hold of her body.

  Ymir fucked Tori harder as he slipped a thumb into her back hole, as pink as her freckles, and then Ymir was coming, filling the dwab’s fiery cunt with his seed.

  The next moment, Della was dragged back into the life of Lillee, her hours working alone in her room on her songs, poems, and stories. And her sketching, all her illustrations, until Della found herself watching Lillee draw the sketch for the Veil Tear Ring itself.

  The Princept then heard the growls. She smelled the fetid stench of something that should not exist.

  The hellish hound had found her. It was close. She was running out of time.

  Chapter Fifteen

  THE HONORED PRINCEPT, Della Pennez, had to get control of this vision. She knew she was still on the couch, with Ymir, up on the sixth floor of the Librarium. And yet, here she was, back in time, watching the second ring being crafted.

  Rings. She had to focus on the Crystal Null Ring. But again, she was thrown into the future. The Reception Room of the Imperial Palace was filled with women in black, weeping. Men in armor stood with faces rigid even as they tried not to cry. There had been a murder, an assassination, and once again, the world’s troubles flowed into the sacred halls of Old Ironbound.

  Fire. The next thing she saw was fire and a shadowy creature that threatened to destroy the citadel. Such flames would devour the entire structure, from the Scrollery to the Illuminates Spire and every book, scroll, and tomb in between.

  How to stop such a creature? It flew, and it wasn’t alone. It had an unlikely ally, and Della saw a green light casting wild shadows against the dark waters of the moat around the Librarium.

  The smell of something sweet and smoky filled Della’s nose.

  She had to get control, bu
t she was being flung around, from one image to the next, seeing Charibda Delphino on her knees in the Flow Courtyard, weeping, and Gatha, grim and bloody, her tusks out and her sword stained red.

  Then Della was shown a vision of the fairy, Ziziva, a bit taller than Tori, with a sword of her own. Shimmering golden armor covered the fairy, though her wings were free to buzz. For a moment, the fairy girl was all that stood between the beast and the Librarium. She looked bruised, hurt, scared beyond belief, and yet, there she was, as much a warrior as Gatha.

  And Ymir, with his ax and rings, barbaric and magic and bold, defending the Librarium with the last of his breath.

  Murder. A murder in Four Roads. The world being forged anew in the fires of a new age.

  Della cried out, “Jelu jelarum!”

  She added her own Flow magic to the vision, and she felt the Crystal Null Ring on her finger. She could see how she could break the souls of her enemies.

  It’s what Gulnash the Betrayer had done.

  The stink of hellfire and shit filled her nose. She heard the growls and snarls of the hellhound coming for her.

  The whispering voices grew more distinct until she could hear them plainly. A NEW ONE WEARS THE VEIL TEAR. A POWERFUL ONE. SHE IS NEW AND VIBRANT AND SHE HAS TASTED BLOOD. SHE HAS WALKED MILES. SHE HAS KNOWN HER MINUTES. SHE STINKS OF THE CREATORS THOUGH SHE DID NOT HELP CREATE THE RING. HOWEVER, SHE WILL BE THERE WHEN THE SLEEPER AWAKENS. SHE WILL KNOW THE TRUTH.

  Della wasn’t about to let those ghostly voices stop her. She followed the history of the Crystal Null right into the heart of Gulnash, and she was given a glimpse of the orc’s life, his hatred of Gruul customs, his willingness to slay, and his eventual death by her hand.

  She rode Gulnash’s life back to before the Kurzig Durgha. She saw the book he pulled from the shelves. This book had secret space in the bindings. He copies pages from the tome. He pulled something from the binding. And he retreated to a desk in the shadows.