by Aaron Crash
Zorynda straddled the professor’s face, giving Lola her pussy. At the same time, the scholar lowered her face to the professor’s dark-haired twat.
Della blinked at the sight of the professor and the scholar. She could see Zorynda’s golden bush now, and she had by far the most pubic hair of any of them.
Queen Deedee left the Princept with her bodyguard. Jacinta eased the plug out of Della, and it came out with a painful feeling, and then she felt empty. That would not do.
Jacinta took the toy and slid it into Zorynda’s butter hole. A second later, the horny little fairy scholar was coming. Her little hole, almost lost in the golden fur, clenched and unclenched under the plug filling her butt.
Again, the Princept smelled Sarina.
This was a dream come true for both Princepts, this kind of sex, and Della thought that maybe becoming close friends with the fairies wasn’t a bad idea at all.
The fairy queen had crawled onto the bed. Deedee was leaning back against the headboard, and she had the long glass phallus back in her pucker.
Jacinta ushered Della onto the bed, and the Princept realized what the fairies wanted.
The bodyguard got behind her. Jacinta would let the Princept lean against her while she faced the fairy queen. Both the queen and the Princept had their legs spread.
Jacinta’s hands clutched Della’s tits. Della leaned back against the bodyguard’s strong body.
Della reached down to grab the phallus, and it was long enough that Della could slip it into her own asshole. Della grabbed the glass cock and started fucking it back and forth, into her, and into the fairy queen.
Della had used such toys before, but never in her ass. She wished she had a second phallus, because then she could pleasure all four of their horny holes.
The fairy queen’s smile was both sweet and sweaty. “Oh, Della, this is different from how we were before. You were more inhibited. Here you are wild. You are so slutty and nasty.” Queen Deedee stuck three fingers into her blue-furred pussy. And she had her other fingers on her clit while Della continued to fuck both their back holes.
Professor Lola, lying next to them, grunted herself into and out of an orgasm. Lola couldn’t talk to announce her coming because she had a mouthful of scholarly pussy.
Jacinta stopped playing with Della’s tits and moved a hand down to Della’s aching cunt hole. Jacinta certainly was skilled in the ways of lesbian love. The bodyguard got her fingers wet from Della’s pussy to rub Della’s clit. She went from fingering the Princept’s oheesy to rubbing the Princept’s ohi.
Della felt so full, she felt so fucked, and she was on the verge of coming.
“Come with me, queen,” Della ordered. “Your slut of a bodyguard is going to make me come, and I want you to come with me. Come with me. Come with me!”
Then Della felt herself ride Jacinta’s fingers into the ultimate of feelings, a pleasure that eclipsed all thought, and she felt the orgasm in every part of her. In her nipples, which had been sucked and played with so much that night, and she felt it in her clit, rubbed by the pink-haired fairy, and she felt her oheesy clutch at Jacinta’s fingers while her ass sucked on the glass phallus.
Della let go of the toy.
The fairy queen’s eyelids fluttered. She’d taken her fingers out of her cunt. She was just rubbing her ohi and working her body a little bit, back and forth on the phallus. It was enough.
Della watched the fairy queen come. Her nipples, though wide, were hard, her face was flushed, and her oheesy’s spasms matched the waves of pleasure washing over the fairy queen at that moment.
Jacinta let Della fall back. The glass phallus slipped out of the Princept. She was laughing, overjoyed, satisfied for the moment, but she had three other fairy pussies to suck and fuck and a bit of real work to do. She had not forgotten her mission.
“I need a bit of wine,” Della said.
Jacinta let her up.
“I hope you’ll come back to bed,” the fairy queen murmured. “We are only just starting.”
Della laughed a little. She was careful to avoid the broken glass on the floor. She found a full bottle that hadn’t shattered, plucked out the cork, and then drank the wine directly from the neck. She’d gotten so thirsty. But there was another reason why she’d come back to the table.
Della reached down, pulled her dress off the floor, and dug into the pocket for the Veil Tear Ring.
The fairy orgy on her bed had shifted once again. Queen Deedee was on all fours now, ass-to-ass with her bodyguard. That glass phallus was now in Jacinta, and the pair were fucking that cock in and out of each other with slow, steady strokes. The other two fairies were involved as well.
Lucky Della had a big bed.
Queen Deedee’s head was between Zorynda Gold’s legs. On the other side, Jacinta was licking Professor Lola, while both bodyguard and queen rocked back and forth, fucking each other with supreme talent. They had clearly done this before.
Della wanted to return to the sex play, without a doubt, but first she slipped on the ring and delved into the life of Dillyday Everjewel. What she saw...who she saw...rocked her to her core.
Chapter Thirty-Five
YMIR WASN'T SURE WHAT led him to the Flow Field arena the morning of the Winter Solstice itself. He passed the Chapel of the Tree. The worshippers had been there all night to sing hymns, many of which Ymir knew because of Lillee. She loved the Winter Solstice songs, both the human and the elven. Ymir and his ptoor had stayed up late to sing them and to have the special mulled wine that Jennybelle had grown up with, and Tori insisted on cookies, a great many cookies. She preached while she cooked. “The Winter Solstice is kinda about the light, but it’s more about the Forger. It’s when the Forger was born. Everyone knows that!”
For the Morbuskor, the Winter Solstice was special because they were the Forger's chosen people. Ymir didn't much care about the theology. He did appreciate the cookies. And to have such treats year after year? Yes, he could see how one could get used to such a thing.
While they ate cookies, drank wine, and sang songs, Ziziva arrived to join them. The fairy girl had been at the secret meeting between Della and the fairy queen, but she said it wasn't her story to tell.
Ymir was very curious. However, he might have to wait. The Princept would be very busy working to get the school ready for the upcoming assemblage. Yannc Winslo would help, of course, to get everything ready for all the esteemed dignitaries coming to discuss the demon conqueror and the heir to the Holy Theranus Empire.
Two of the three sons of the Grand Vempor Arcadius seemed useless. However, that Jayke Appleford had promise. Anny Prettytoad seemed to think so too. The pair were inseparable, unless the fairy queen was about, and then Miss Prettytoad went to fly and giggle and gossip with the mistress of the Undergem Guild. It was a wise decision to earn the favor of Queen Deedee, no matter who you were.
That quiet, cold morning, Ymir didn't stop in at the feasting hall. The kaif urns would be empty. The entire school was dead quiet the day of the Winter Solstice. No one worked, everyone ate in. Except for a few inns down on the Sea Stair Market and a few taverns in StormCry, the entire Vempor's Cape paused to celebrate and rest.
Perhaps that was why Ymir was up so early. While others rested, he would work. Resting could be done once the battle was over. For his battle with the dragon was far from over.
Ziziva, embracing the Verum Way, had left the Zoo after midnight. Gatha could tolerate the fairy, Lillee and Ziziva eagerly exchanged rhymes, and Tori was very excited about the possibility of a little fairy baby.
Ziziva didn’t know if she was pregnant or not. The specifics of what the fairy girl called her glimmertime were still not clear. One thing was certain, Ziziva said they wouldn't know she was pregnant until a few days before she gave birth. And even then, Ziziva was guarded about what she shared when it came to the actual birth and raising of the child. Like most things with the Fayee, there was very little information.
Ymir check
ed to see if he could find anything. He had to squeeze in his extra reading between his studies and their search for how to grow the uncanny fruit, which would give them the seventh ring. That was the theory at least.
He'd found something interesting in a lost text from an unknown Ohlyrran poet named Celestia. Something about the fertile soil of one's imagination. It sounded like so much nonsense to Ymir. However, there had been other poetics that he thought ridiculous, and they had led to rings being forged. It was why he cultivated an open mind.
Ymir wasn't surprised to see the Princept, standing up at the top of the arena, on the ocean side. She stood right where the dragon had been. Right where Ymir had tossed off Ribby. He and his ptoor would make the journey to see Ribby on StormLight Island that day. No one should spend the holiday alone, and especially not one of his wives.
Ymir didn't fly to the Princept, though he could’ve. His Moons & Flow class with Professor Lola had been surprisingly useful. He wished he could say the same about his class with Professor Leel. Part of that was his fault—with the Winter Flame Ring, he didn’t need to really focus on cold enchantments.
The same couldn’t be said for his wives. Given how many battles they’d been in, Tori was focusing on her combat magic. The dwab wasn’t focusing on the gadget aspect of her Form sorcery. She was focusing on creating armor and weapons from the rocks underfoot. Tori was doing well, as was Lillee, who was growing more skilled in her strange form of Flow archery. The water bow and the ice arrows were basically unheard of—it was a fine example of Lillee’s imagination.
Jennybelle’s magic was more of a mystery. She was trying to perfect some Swamp Coast folk magic to add to her schooling. And since Gatha was training the fairy, Jenny had asked the she-orc for some pointers on knife fighting. Jennybelle had her Sapphire Fang, a very fine dagger, but she still needed some help using it more effectively. It was clear Jennybelle could cut throats and stab people in the back, but face-to-face, she still wasn’t very skilled.
Instead of flying, Ymir walked the stairs to get to the Princept, partly for the exertion, and partly so she could see him coming. He wanted to give her a moment to collect her thoughts. They had much to discuss.
Again, while others rested, he would work.
He was in his big storm coat to guard against the gray sky, which could drop a chill wind at any minute. The ocean crashed down below, perfuming the air with sea salt.
Della was smoking a kharo stick, and from the stains on her fingers, it wasn't her first one. She also had a cup of xoca kaif. She nodded at him. “You won't tell Yannc Winslo I'm smoking kharo, will you?”
“I won't if you promise not to tell her I'm forging the Akkiric Rings, the same rings that the Vempor Aegel Akkridor forged. One of which allowed him to live a thousand years.” Ymir laughed.
Della laughed with him, but hers had little mirth. “Listen to us. Promising to keep one another’s secrets. We might as well be fairies.”
Ymir lifted her cup from her hand and sipped it. It wasn't just xoca kaif, but a bit of rum had been added. It was good, if potent.
Della gazed on him with her storm-cloud eyes. “That is awfully familiar of you to do.”
Ymir shrugged and gave her back the cup. “We are up to our knees in this business, you and I, Della. I think I can be familiar.”
“We're up to our uht and oheesy, respectively,” the Princept said bitterly. “I'm getting less time with the Veil Tear, but I used it on the fairy queen. Dillyday Everjewel. Queen Deedee.” She paused, sucked in the smoke from the kharo, and let it out slowly.
“Tell me what you found,” Ymir prompted.
“Everything that Ziziva has told us is true. The fairies have their secret empire, they live in a strict hierarchy, you must get permission to have children, and they are wealthy beyond imagining. From what I can tell, Queen Deedee is at least two thousand years old, if not three. She might be immortal. The Ages of Thera mean very little to the fairies. They even took little notice of the Vempor Aegel Akkridor or his rings. Actually, his wars benefited them financially. As well as the stability he brought after.”
Ymir took a moment to take that in. So Ziziva might well be a hundred, five hundred, or a thousand years old. That would be a long time to wait for a child. No wonder she was rebelling.
Della seemed to guess his thoughts. “Queen Deedee trusts Ziziva, but then, the queen can’t think straight around your fairy friend. Ziziva is her true daughter, and Deedee knows it. Normally, the queen would force herself to forget; not this time. You’ve told me a bit about Ziziva joining your harem, which would put her danger. Perhaps a great deal of danger. But perhaps not. The fairy queen isn’t so worried about Ziziva, though, because of a single man. Because of a single name.”
“Unger.”
At the mere mention of the name, the Princept shuddered. “Unger. Yes. She kept tabs on him in Four Roads, when he was with the Silent Scream, and then when he started the Midnight Guild.”
Ymir said the obvious. “Unger and the dragon are the same entity.”
“Undoubtedly.” Della closed her eyes, looking pained. She then smirked. “Queen Deedee knows about my time in the Silent Scream. She’s known my deepest, darkest secrets from the very beginning.”
Ymir thought that was interesting, but he didn’t want to get off track. “Tell me more about the Midnight Guild.”
Della flicked ash from the kharo stick. “The leadership has been shattered. Unger seems to not care. He isn't recruiting others to join. In fact, he left Four Roads, vanished, right around the time that the Grand Vempor Arcadius was murdered. Bed burned. The smell of sweet poison in the air. Could it have been Unger? Likely. Where he is now? We don't know, but he is close, watching us, waiting for us to finish the seventh ring.”
Della's voice died.
Ymir was surprised to see her fighting tears.
“I wanted him dead,” the Princept choked. “He used me to murder. He changed me. He fucked me. And yes, he rounded my ears, but he had lots of tricks. He gave Queen Deedee the body of an elven slut in her prime, and she paid him in more undergems than he could count. She knew he wasn’t human, as we all did, and she watched him, tried to seduce him, but it never worked. It never would've worked because Unger is different.”
“Unger is a dragon,” Ymir said. “Unger has magic to change flesh. He can fix Charibda. We will finish the seventh ring, we will wait for him to come, we will cut him to ribbons but not kill him, not until we force him to give Charibda back her breath. Then we slaughter him like we slaughtered Gulnash. Together. He has been a great evil in your life, Della, if not this world, and no one will mourn him. And once everyone forgets us, we are truly dead.”
The Princept threw herself into his arms, and Ymir was reminded of how upset she'd been after she slayed the Midnight Guild’s leadership. She’d been covered in blood. They’d kissed. It had been passionate.
Now? He just felt her fear and sorrow. This Unger had tormented her, perhaps just by teaching her how to murder, but probably in other ways. Ymir felt the fury fill him. The simple fact that the Princept was reduced to a trembling child in his arms had sealed Unger's fate.
Della remembered herself. She stepped away from him. Dropping her used kharo stick, she drew a fresh one from a pocket in her robes. “I'm sorry. Don't think ill of me. Don't think I'm weak. Queen Deedee is worried about Unger. She guessed he was the dragon, and she is afraid of him. Their alliance we should doubt, but the alliance you and I are forming with the Fayee? No, that we can trust. Deedee is hopeful about our abilities, yours and mine. Which is why she is sleeping with me. And it’s why she let you have your xoca beans. She could've had Fayee spies steal the bags back from Damnation Sue's storage. They’d have had to be stealthy, or else the Fayee thieves would’ve found themselves speared on Ribby’s trident.” Della laughed. She lit her fresh kharo, and it seemed to steady her. As did more sips from the liquor mixed with her sweet kaif.
Ymir looked into her eyes. “I'v
e seen what you've done. I know what you risk. I admire your courage and strength. I would never think ill of you, unless you tried to kill me, but I trust we are beyond that.”
“Far beyond that,” Della agreed. “I never should've threatened you. I should have seen you as Yannc Winslo sees you—as an asset. Our friend Winslo wants you at the assemblage, with the dignitaries, as a special student representative. Of course, I can't say if she was your proctor during your Second Exam, but I think you know the truth.”
Ymir grumbled, “And I will bristle at every boring speech. I will only be interested in the almanac I’ll bring to read, and the buffet table. Tell me there will be beer.”
“There will be beer.”
Ymir was only half annoyed at his new role in the life of the school. He saw the glint in Della's eyes. “Though you probably should, you wouldn't cancel this assemblage for anything. It's your way of flushing Unger out.”
She inhaled her smoke and looked him in the eye. “So we can kill him.”
“After he heals Ribby we can.”
A shrug.
And that was the Della that Ymir loved so. She was a strong, bloodthirsty warrior. And sometimes as a warrior, you had to take the kill when you could. Ymir understood that as well.
They were in agreement.
Ymir had one more question. “As far as Queen Deedee, she seduced you before. For what purpose?”
“Blackmail,” Della said. “She could say the Princept of Old Ironbound was a slut.”
“And of course, we know that is not true.” Ymir knew Della was a passionate woman, but she could control herself.
Another shrug.
Ymir found that intriguing.
Della went on. “Queen Deedee wanted to put me in her pocket. But now? Now she understands her magic won't work. Now we both have leverage on the other. If I were someone else, she might try to kill me. As it is? No, we have become friends. Lovers. I had a very nice time with the fairies, four of them. A very nice time. Perhaps next time, we'll find four more.”