by Aaron Crash
The presence of the former scholars wasn’t ideal. Neither was the current professor. But Della wasn’t about to cancel her plans. If she had to fuck a professor and former scholars to get control of her life and her situation, she would. Besides, she was fairly certain she’d had sex with Professor Lola before, when she’d been seduced, though she couldn’t remember for sure.
Queen Deedee talked of her hope that a stable ruler would be installed at Four Roads, and while Erwin was the oldest, she thought Fannen would be the better choice. Jayke was too young.
Della made the case for Jayke, knowing that the mistress of the Undergem Guild had the most say. Other guilds would join in with their recommendations, and the entire Appleford family would choose. After centuries of murder and court politics, the line of succession had gone from the eldest to a consensus of the entire family, with suggestions made from the guilds, as well as from other rulers.
As for the demon conqueror on Reytah, he had stopped at Tubaqua and was waiting there for something. No one knew what it could be. He ruled the northern part of the country and was allowing limited trade, though from all reports, it was still a war zone. The fierce Wingkin had not given up trying to wrest their lost territories away from him. Several scholars had left to go fight against the conqueror. Others stayed, as they were from the south and their families were safe. All were worried.
Until King Shapta made his move on the Scatter Islands or the Swamp Coast queendoms, they would just have to wait. No one in Thera was willing to commit soldiers to fight a war on the southern continent, though there had been some murmurings from the orcs that Gulnash the Betrayer would have. Without him, his followers didn’t have the salt.
When it came to the dragon, Queen Deedee laughed it off. Like everyone else did. Dragons didn’t exist. Either they’d never been real, or the Wingkin murdered them a long time ago.
Della hadn’t expected much else, but that flash of fear in the queen’s eyes had spoken volumes. And she hadn’t used the Veil Tear Ring just yet.
Della rose and went to her nightstand. She returned with her box of toys.
Deedee giggled. “And what’s that, Princept? A little Winter Solstice gift for me and mine?”
“For us,” Della said. “You know, it’s the strangest thing. A few months ago, I remember coming up to my alcove, and there you were, with your little collection of Fayee. I remember getting very aroused, and then? Nothing. If I didn’t know better, your majesty, I would think you seduced me.”
The queen’s eyes were very suspicious, and then they were twinkling with amusement. “Oh, really? A seduction? To what end?”
“You tell me.” Della stared into the fairy queen’s eyes.
Ziziva, sitting stock-still, buzzed her wings but didn’t move. She had a look of terror on her face, but then she giggled and drank wine and kissed Zorynda on her cheek.
The queen stopped giggling to ask, “Can I trust you, Princept?”
“I would like you to trust me,” Della answered. “Given the fact that you are probably the most powerful woman on Thera. Not only are you queen of your people, you are mistress of the Undergem. Wealth and power make trust between people either very easy or simply impossible.”
The queen nodded, and then seemed to make some kind of decision. “Della Pennez, Della Virtorg, both the Princept of the Majestrial Collegium Universitas and a would-be ruler of the orcish world. With how you fight the fight-y fights, they would follow you, and you could rule. Not a dwarf, not a Fayee, not an elf, but a strange woman of the battle-y battles. I think I’ll tattle, on myself and on my wishes, that we could work together, to cook up a meal and take care of the dishes.”
“For me to rule the Blood Steppes?” Della laughed at the idea. “What next? I would become ruler of Four Roads?”
“You could at that,” the fairy queen said. “With an orc army, with the Fayee backing, then nothing, nothing, nothing would be lacking. You’ve won the heart of my little Zee over there, and her heart is hard to be won, unless you are one certain barbarian we won’t name.”
Ziziva buzzed off the book where she’d been sitting. “I should go, because I know what will happen, and I am not ready for such a thing. I am not steady for such a fling.”
Queen Deedee waved her away. “Yes, my sweet Zee, but aren’t you wondering what’s in the box-y box?”
Della opened it and set a glass plug on the table. It was tapered at the top, rounded at the bottom, and made for anal play. “I brought toys for you horny fairies. Because if you are going to seduce me, I am going to seduce you right back.”
Ziziva giggled. “I thought it was heading that way, and where much head is given, much will be received.” She flitted over to the black-haired Professor Lola. “Are you coming Lola, Lola, Lola? Perhaps you don’t want to test the sweetness of the Princept’s honeypot.”
“But perhaps I do!” The professor leapt from her seat on a book and flew over to the glass toy. “But it’s so big, dirty Della, maybe too big for our little butter holes.”
Della reached out to pick up the piece of rounded glass. “I think the Fayee can change their shape, lose their wings, and become big enough to take this toy and more. It would be a secret I would keep. Since we are trusting one another at this moment. You would seduce me to use me, but it’s not a seduction if I’m so very willing. I must warn you, though. I do not want to rule the Blood Steppes nor the Holy Theranus Empire. I am content keeping this school running and doing my best to keep our continent safe.”
Ziziva buzzed in front of Della’s eyes. “Don’t be mad, Princept, and don’t think I don’t want to kiss you. Things are changing for me now. I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but someday maybe, my pretty, pretty Princept.”
Then the yellow-haired fairy buzzed away, using a spell to open Della’s front door and to slam it shut.
Della locked it again by whispering, “Lutum lutarum.”
A shower of fairy dust later, a much bigger fairy queen sat in her chair, still petite, only about five feet tall, but she weighed more than the others because of those hips. And her tits were bigger. She wore a thin little gown that showed her cleavage and didn’t even entirely cover her nipples. The fairy queen had wide areolas and tiny little nubbins in the center.
Queen Deedee sat with her legs spread. A hand went down between her legs, or that was what it seemed.
Della tried to remember if Deedee had blue pubic hair, but the memories wouldn’t come. The Princept found herself breathing hard. She hadn’t remembered her last fairy orgy, but she would damn sure remember this one.
Della found herself surrounded by the Fayee, all in their full Verum Selves. Jacinta, Lola, and Zorynda, all were around her, touching her and easing her dress down so her tits were on full display.
Zorynda giggled. “Oh, Princept, you have such big titties. Bigger titties than our queen mommy, and we love our queen mommy.”
Jacinta, as quiet as ever, stepped forward, and Della kissed her. First their lips met, and Della’s hands went to the quiet fairy’s hair. So soft. So very soft. Jacinta moaned with lust and pushed her tongue into Della’s mouth. The Princept sucked on it, and her hands went from Jacinta’s hair down her muscular back to touch where her wings met her skin, and then Della dropped her fingers down to clutch the bodyguard’s very firm, very powerful ass.
Della’s body was pressed against Jacinta’s, so the Princept couldn’t see what the bodyguard’s body looked like. She hoped that would change. She wanted to experience all of these women. Every single one of them. With five women, there were so many combinations, the choices were dizzying.
Wings whirred, filling the air with the gold dust, and Della breathed it in. It went right to her head, making her dizzy, making her nipples hard, and getting her pussy even wetter. That gold dust tingled every part of her except for her right hand, the same hand that had put on the ring.
The Veil Tear—she couldn’t lose track of it. The ring was still in the pocket of he
r dress, which had fallen down to her hips. First, she would play with these fairies. Then Della would put on the ring.
Chapter Thirty-Four
DELLA PENNEZ BROKE her kiss with the pink-haired fairy. Jacinta licked the Princept’s cheek, nibbled on her chin, then sucked on her neck.
Professor Lolazny Lyla stood watching the pair.
The Princept was too far committed to stop. She’d broken her vow not to sleep with professors before, and now she justified her actions by thinking at least she wasn’t sleeping with scholars. Current scholars anyway, since Zorynda was there, kneeling behind Della.
Queen Deedee sat in her chair, also watching.
Professor Lola dropped her dress to the ground. A bit of black hair covered Professor Lola’s kissable pink pussy lips, accenting them rather than hiding them. Lola had surprisingly big tits—these Fayee could hide so much. Lola was an older fairy as well, her breasts a little saggy and with thick nipples.
Della had seen them before...when she and Beryl, Ribby’s mother, had sex in the alcove. How many times had these little Fayee bitches wiped her memory?
Lola had two fingers in her oheesy as she teased her big nipples. Her wings were gone, and she looked relatively human, except for her pixyish features.
Zorynda, though, with her long golden hair pulled back in a ponytail, had pushed Della’s dress up and pulled her pannee down. The scholar spread Della’s ass cheeks. “Princept ass is the best kind of ass.”
Della felt the fairy girl’s tongue on her pucker. The scholar was tonguing her ass like Jacinta was tonguing her mouth. Della tried to breathe, but she was moaning too much. She could let herself come, she could lose control of herself up to a point, but she couldn’t lose track of the mission.
Zorynda giggled. “Oh, she likes her little butter hole licked. Well, now, let’s have her give it to us completely. She did bring toys for us to play with.”
Zorynda ripped Della’s dress down over her hips. Jacinta stepped back as the former scholar forced Della down farther so her hands were resting on the table. Della’s tits dangled. Her nipples were painfully hard as her juices leaked down her leg. Had she ever been this wet? She wasn’t sure. It was the fairy dust, it had to be. It wasn’t stealing her memories, but it was filling her with an overwhelming lust.
Queen Deedee sat naked across from her. She had lovely breasts, big but firm, which must be some kind of Form magic. She had great big pools of pink skin topping her breast with only a little bit of nipple at the center.
Queen Deedee had moved back from the table, so Della could see her pussy, which was lined with blue fur. Yes, she had a blue pussy, but her lips were pink, as was her wrinkle circle under her wet oheesy. Her blue pubic hair looked bright against her pale white skin.
This woman, with the aged face, had the body of a Majestrial scholar. How was that even possible?
The fairy queen had pulled a toy from Della’s special box. Deedee teased the pink lips of her oheesy with a long glass phallus. “You took to this fun easily, I think, Princept. There were some rumors about you, and only a few suggested that you were a slut. Only a few thought you could take it in the butt.”
Lola dropped to the ground under her, gripping both of Della’s tits, which looked bigger hanging from her body. “We’ve had fun before, Princept, and you took to my honeypot so easily. And you took that dirty mermaid’s tentacle right up your horny little back hole. You’re such a perverted little Princept, Ms. Pennez. Such a dirty pervert.”
Lola then sucked on Della’s left tit while pulling hard on her right nipple.
Della grunted from the sensations of one of her professors sucking, licking, and teasing her titties.
Zorynda, her former student, had full access to Della’s holes now. The scholar was licking the Princept from the tip of her throbbing clit, up her pussy lips, to lavish her butter hole with lots and lots of attention.
Della lost track of Jacinta for a moment, but she was staring at the fairy queen, who had slipped that glass phallus into her honeypot. Deedee was moving it in and out of her sex, coating the glass with her thick spend. There was so much honey in that horny little honeypot. With every movement the fairy queen’s tits jiggled.
The fairy queen wasn’t rubbing her ohi directly. She had two fingers on either side of her pearl, teasing it while she fucked herself.
Jacinta fluttered her wings and rose into the air above the table. She kicked the toy box to the side, knocked over glasses, and then sat down on a cake, right in the middle of the table. The pink-haired bodyguard scooted her body forward until Della had easy access to her sex.
Della stared down at Jacinta’s oheesy, which had pink hair and pink lips almost the same color. The swirl of her back hole was as rosy as the pointed nipples on her little titties. Jacinta had almost no areolas to speak of.
Jacinta leaned back on her hands. Her wings whirred. More dust. More sweetness.
Though Della could smell the musk of the bodyguard. And she could see a line of girl cum leak out of her furry pink pussy to trickle down her pink pucker.
“Zorynda, girl.” The fairy queen spoke with a husky voice. “Put the plug in her. Get her butter hole all warmed up because I’m going to fuck it.”
Della gasped as Zorynda stuck fingers into her oheesy. She didn’t know how many the girl was using. Two, three, four? But the scholar started working them in and out. The thought of something in her ass suddenly seemed appealing to the Princept.
Ymir said the fairies used their butter hole play as a form of birth control. It must’ve turned into a fetish for them because Della watched the fairy queen take the glass phallus from her oheesy and slip it into her own horny ass.
Deedee’s blue hair was matted with so much cream now, and Della’s eyes went from the fairy queen’s oheesy in the chair to the bodyguard slut on the table. Jacinta tossed the round glass toy to Zorynda.
“I have love oil,” Della choked out the words. “So you can make it slick back there.”
“I have my own honey from my honeypot, pretty, pretty Princept.” Zorynda had stopped fucking her but still kept her fingers inside Della.
Then the Princept felt Zorynda’s other fingers caress her rosebud with her honey, making it slippery.
A second later, Della felt fingers slip into her butter hole.
The sweet little scholar, Zorynda Gold, had fingers in both of Della’s holes.
The Princept smelled Sarina Sia’s perfume. The ghost had found a way past the warding powders and was watching. Good. Good. Good. The ring was still in Della’s dress, on the floor under her.
While Zorynda the former student fucked Della, a current professor sucked on her tits.
Queen Deedee was rubbing her clit now, shoving fingers into her pussy, getting them wet and rubbing her clit, and fucking her ass with the long glass phallus.
Which left Jacinta, spread on the table. “Eat my pussy, Princept. Eat poor Jacinta’s pink, pink pussy.”
Della didn’t start with her pussy. She started with Jacinta’s ass. Della licked the cake from Jacinta’s swirl so she could taste the fairy’s own sweet butt. Then Della licked Jacinta’s pucker clean of juices, then sucked on her lips, and then sucked on that big pink clit.
“Put the plug in her ass, Zorynda,” Jacinta barked. “The fucking pretty Princept is going to make Jacinta come so quick!” The bodyguard never said much, but she certainly could talk dirty. It was true what they said—always watch out for the quiet ones.
Della felt the plug go into her butt. It was big, stretching her, and then her crinkle was over the thickest part of the toy, which settled into her. It felt good, so dirty, so nasty.
Professor Lola then moved from pleasuring Della’s titties to sucking on the Princept’s clitty.
Zorynda took over playing with Della’s tits, while keeping her fingers in the Princept’s kitty.
Della was fucking the scholar’s fingers, sliding back so she could get them deep, and then coming forward to feel Profe
ssor Lola sucking on her clit. So many bodies, so many mouths, so many needs.
While the Princept was getting fucked, she couldn’t forget to do some fucking.
While she sucked on Jacinta’s clit, Della slid two fingers into Jacinta’s pussy, got them all coated with her heavy oils, and then shoved the fingers into the pink-haired fairy’s asshole. The bodyguard yelped and came.
Della felt the tight muscles of Jacinta’s butter hole suck on her fingers while the orgasm shook the bodyguard and made her work her wings, filling the air with a fresh batch of dust.
Della was just on the verge of coming, seconds away, when the fairy queen rose, and pulled Della away from the other three fairies.
The fairy queen’s big tits pushed up against Della’s. Queen Deedee was soon sucking on the Princept’s tongue.
Della’s arms were long enough to reach around and slip a finger in the fairy queen’s greasy butter hole. In response, the fairy queen smacked the plug in Della’s ass, which made the Princept’s whole body shudder.
“Grab her, Jacinta!” the fairy queen growled.
Della didn’t know if this was sex play, or if this was something more violent. If these fairies tried anything, she could kill them all.
Queen Deedee must’ve seen the flare of suspicion in the Princept’s eyes. The fairy queen giggled. “Oh, Della, we are not here as enemies. We are here as the best friends you’ll ever have.”
And then the fairy queen was tonguing Della’s mouth, sucking on her lips, licking her chin. Deedee had to be tasting Jacinta’s honey, which coated the Princept’s face.
Professor Lola hurried to the bed, no wings to speak of, and got on Della’s bed. The professor lay on her back with her head at the foot of the bed. Zorynda still had wings, and she flew over, positioning her body over the professor’s, until she fluttered down, in the perfect position for the Congress of the Crow, or what the Aquaterreb called the Between, as two people who wanted to get between each other’s legs.