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Princesses of the Ironbound Boxset: Books 1 - 3 (Barbarian Outcast, Barbarian Assassin, Barbarian Alchemist)

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by Aaron Crash


  The Josentown princess went pale. The blooms on her cheeks were gone. “So you want to stay at Old Ironbound?”

  “That’s not what I said. And that doesn’t matter at this point. First the Black Ice Ring, then we can figure things out. Or are we not a ‘we’?”

  Jenny’s finger went to her hair and started twirling. “I really think the Princept will see what happened. I mean, she can cast Flow magic.”

  Ymir wanted to growl at her. Could this woman not be honest? He set the pot down, walked up to her, and stared into her face. “What do you want, Jennybelle Josen? After we make this ring, what do you want?”

  Tears crept into the swamp woman’s eyes. She couldn’t withstand his piercing eyes. She dropped her gaze. “I want you, Ymir.”

  Everything seemed to stop. Ymir felt his spine turn to ice. The hairs on his arms stood straight up, yet no visions came.

  Jenny’s voice cracked as she spoke more. “I don’t want to wait to rule. I don’t want to see my stupid, wicked sister on a throne that should be mine. I want to build something.”

  Lillee took off her essess and laid it on a table. She stood and walked to them. The fire had burned low. One of the candles sputtered out. Everything had a soft glow to it. Everything was about to change, Ymir could feel it. He knew, for the first time, Jenny was going to tell them her deepest truths.

  “Keep talking,” Ymir urged.

  Jenny closed her eyes. “You, me, Lillee...we could really do something. I’ve been thinking about this a long time, though I couldn’t be honest with myself before. Now I can be. We three could build something powerful and great.”

  “Build what?” Lillee asked softly.

  Tears tracked down Jenny’s face. “Another guild, maybe, or a kingdom, or even an empire...I don’t know for sure. I do know we could do some amazing things together.”

  Ymir took in a deep breath and let it out. He felt the weight of her words.

  Lillee’s voice was little more than a whisper as she asked the same questions Ymir had. “What about your sister, the Firstborn? I thought Ymir was meant for her.”

  Jenny opened her eyes. A million emotions sped across her sweet freckled face. “I want Ymir for myself, Lillee. It’ll mean disgrace. I’ll be as much of an outcast as you both are. Auntie Jia might send assassins, or fuck, Nelly might cut my throat in my sleep, but I don’t care.” Jenny’s eyes found his. “You are my path, Ymir, son of Ymok. You and Lillee, you are my future. We can be free, and by the seven devils in hell, we can rule, somewhere, somehow.”

  Jenny unbuttoned her puffy shirt to show her plump cleavage and smooth stomach. She was a thick girl, with a nice soft belly and a little poke of a belly button rising from the gooseflesh on her skin.

  The swamp woman raised her eyes to meet Ymir’s. “Ask me your three questions. I want to answer them.”

  “Will what we do get you pregnant?”

  Jenny shook her head.

  “Will what we do disrespect yourself?” he asked. This was the easier of the last two questions.

  Again, Jenny shook her head. “No, I love you. I love Lillee.”

  “Oh, Jenny, I love you too,” Lillee sobbed. She took hold of Jenny’s right hand. And then entwined her fingers with Ymir’s.

  The three stood there together. The fire snapped. Another candle hissed and went out.

  The two women wept, full of such powerful feelings. Even Ymir wasn’t immune. He fought to speak through his own emotions. He then asked the Josentown princess his final question. “Will what we do disrespect your family?”

  Jenny couldn’t answer. She looked at him almost as if she was pleading with him to change the world. And damn the Ax, he would if he could.

  “Can I offer an answer?” Lillee asked.

  “Please, Lillee,” the swamp woman whispered. “Please. I don’t know what to do. I’m so lost.”

  “No, you are found,” the elf girl said. “You have found a home with us. I know what you are feeling, Jenny. When I was caged by my culture, I believed the iron bars should be there...that I deserved them somehow. I didn’t deserve them. I still don’t. You can be free of those bars if you give up that family. None of us need ever be caged again.”

  “You’re my family now.” Jenny winced at the truth because it was a hard truth. “I’m not disrespecting my family because you’re my family now.”

  She was leaving behind all of her traditions to be free. Ymir could scarcely believe her strength and courage.

  Gharam had said that you needed to be careful of the chains you chose, and here Jenny was, choosing to be chained to him and Lillee. And in doing so, both Ymir and Lillee would be shackled to her.

  The swamp woman removed her shirt and stood with her breasts revealed. “Tonight, we’re gonna be together. Tonight, everything is gonna change. And by the Tree of Life, I’ll be glad to be done with my whole fucked-up family.” She smiled at both the clansman and the elf girl. “Can you three answer those barbarian sex questions?”

  “We can,” Lillee said. “We can because we’ve left behind our families, and now we can be together. We can be free. Forever.”

  Ymir liked the sound of that. He would be free, no matter what, and he would be wild. Whether they succeeded in making the magic ring or not, whether he managed to get back into Old Ironbound or not, that truth would never change.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  YMIR STOOD AT THE FOOT of Jenny’s bed. The swamp woman had lit fresh candles, and the soft light glowed on her skin. She lay naked on her back, head propped up, breasts lolling. So much skin there...so much quivering flesh. Her legs were spread, giving him a view of her sex, swollen and wet. Her ohi peeked from its hood.

  Lillee lay next to the Josentown princess, kissing her neck. The elf put a hand on Jenny’s full breast. Her hand looked so small compared to that luscious globe. “Aren’t her breasts perfect, Ymir?”

  Ymir slid his pants down. His erection curved upward. “You can see how much I appreciate the both of you.”

  Jenny’s eyes could look at nothing else but him. Her eyes met his before travelling down his flexing chest to his abdominal muscles until they fixed on his uht. There her gaze remained.

  “Such perfect tits,” Lillee murmured, “and such big nipples.” She caressed the wide pink pools into throbbing little nubs.

  Jenny gasped. She arched her hips up and spread her legs wider.

  Lillee sucked on the spread woman’s earlobe. She gave the swamp woman’s nipple a final tease before her caresses brushed over her smooth belly to get to the patch of black fur between the princess’s thick thighs.

  Lillee eased a finger down the side of Jenny’s pearl. “That’s her ohi. She wants me to touch it, I know she does, but not yet. She’d come too quick. She’s so hot down there.”

  “Is she wet?” Ymir had to clear his throat to ask. Seeing the two together had him throbbing.

  “Let’s find out,” Lillee said playfully. Her finger parted Jenny’s thin lips until the elf found what she was looking for.

  “Put another one in,” the swamp princess pleaded. “Stretch me out. Get me ready for him.”

  The elf licked the human’s face. “If he fucked you now, would he be disrespecting you?”

  Jenny hissed. “If he doesn’t fuck me, I’ll kill him where he stands. No, we’re beyond that. We’re together, out of our cages, and free. Free to make love. Free to conquer. Free to rule.”

  Lillee removed her finger from the sopping pink slit. The elf licked two fingers and then slid them back inside the princess. “Yes, you are tight. Ymir is going to like you.” A long kiss, and then Lillee giggled. “I like how you taste. I love how you smell.”

  Ymir was through watching.

  He hurried onto the bed, kneeling between Jenny’s glistening thighs.

  “No, Ymir,” Lillee protested. “I wanted to play with her a little longer.”

  “Enough talk!” Ymir had wanted to do some teasing himself, but his lust had taken over. He
rubbed the head of his uht between her wet lips. He then slipped himself into her secret opening, just the tip of his shaft.

  Jenny’s mouth was open. She hitched in a breath. “So big.”

  Again, he wanted to wait, to let her get used to his girth, but her sex was an inferno of stink and desire. He fell onto his hands on either side of Jenny. Growling, he pressed himself deeper into her.

  Jenny whined at every inch until he was in her fully. So tight, so clinging, she sucked on his length. He was nearly sent gasping into an orgasm. By some miracle, he was able to pull himself back from the brink.

  Lillee wasn’t helping. She caressed his back, palmed his ass, and touched his sensitive sack. He felt her tits pressing against his back. “You two are so beautiful together,” the elf whispered.

  Ymir stared into Jenny’s eyes. “I have you. I’m in you.”

  The swamp woman stared back. “You can do whatever you want to me. I love you. I’ll give up everything for you.” And then she was coming, clasping him in her channel as it tightened and loosened with her ecstasy.

  Again, it was almost too much.

  Lillee squeezed his ass. “It’s time, Ymir, to fuck her hard and deep.” Then to Jenny, the elf hissed, “Isn’t that what you want, you little human whore?”

  “I...I...oh, I can’t talk,” Jenny whimpered. “Do what you want with me. Fuck me however you want.”

  That was all Ymir needed to hear. He withdrew slowly. With every breath, Jenny squeaked. And then he rammed his shaft home. His pelvic bone crashed into hers. She didn’t squeak again. She howled.

  He pistoned in and out of the swamp woman. His sweat dripped onto Jenny’s tits, riding up and down her chest. Her nipples were pulled tight into suckable little knots tipping wide pink circles. He’d suck on them later. For now, he’d take his pleasure and give as good as he got.

  Jenny shrieked every time he filled her completely.

  Lillee licked Ymir’s ear and sucked on his earlobe. “After you fuck her, you will need to fuck me. I’ll get on all fours, like a bitch in heat, and you can do to me what you are doing to her.”

  It was too much. Between the Sullied elf talking filth in his ear and the squalling woman under him, his animal lust took over and he knew it was time. He let out a cry and buried himself balls deep in Jenny. Then he couldn’t think; all he could do was feel as he succumbed to the sex. Over and over, he felt himself spurt his seed into the swamp woman.

  Jenny pulled him down on top of her. One hand curled into his damp hair while the other pressed his body to her.

  “Stay in me, Ymir. Stay in me forever. I never want to be apart. Never. Let me be exiled. Let me be damned, for all I care. You’re the only man I’ll ever want.” And then the princess began to sob, huge wracking convulsions of grief and release.

  Ymir knew this woman prided herself on being strong, a leader, as ambitious as she was ruthless. The truth was, she was simply a woman, with the normal fears and desires of a woman. She kept that part of herself locked away so she could be strong...so she could do her duty. That had been the case until that night. Ymir had claimed her so that her Firstborn sister never could.

  They had sealed a deal. He was glad. No matter where the Axman led him, having such strength and cunning on his side would only benefit him.

  His wet cock shrank and slipped out of her sex. Ymir rose and kissed the tears off her face, tasting their salt. He then kissed her lips gently, rubbing his nose against hers. “I understand what you have done. I will not fail you.”

  It was an oath he would honor. He was an outcast. He knew how lonely and uncertain it was to be severed from your own people. For him, it had been a curse. For Jennybelle Josen, it had been a choice. And he lay at the center of that choice.

  This didn’t feel like the work of the Axman—this was the Shieldmaiden protecting him somehow.

  Lillee stuck her face between them, kissing his cheek, and then pressing her lips against the swamp woman’s face.

  Ymir laughed and rolled onto his back.

  Lillee took his spot between Jenny’s legs. The elf’s breasts hung from her chest, inches away from the swamp princess’s ample chest.

  Jenny touched the Sullied elf’s face. “And you, Lillee Nehenna, were smart enough to love Ymir from the start. You have my heart too. I’m like you now, lost but found. I will not be able to go home again. You won’t either.”

  The Ohlyrra woman’s eyes filled with tears. Instead of crying, she kissed Jenny. Their lips touched, then their tongues, until both were breathing hard.

  Lillee lowered her mouth to suck on Jenny’s breasts, switching back and forth between the nipples, before she slid up to kiss the swamp woman again. The elf turned her face to Ymir. “We cry. We love. We will laugh soon enough. But first, I want my turn. Our barbarian, though, seems to be weary. I will invigorate him.”

  Lillee gave the other woman a last, long kiss. The Sullied elf left Jenny to kneel over Ymir’s groin. She took his shaft into her mouth, until she had him stiff again. She had asked him to do to her what he had done to the Josentown princess. He was going to honor the elf’s wishes.

  They shifted around on the bed until Lillee was on her hands and knees, her mouth nearly touching Jenny’s used folds.

  The sight had Ymir more than hard enough to inch his uht into Lillee’s lust-slickened oheesy. Gripping her hips, he allowed the elf to get used to his girth before he started slamming into her. He pounded her so hard that she couldn’t keep her mouth connected to Jenny’s greasy sex.

  Lillee came first, clutching him with her heavenly oheesy.

  Then it was Ymir’s turn. It was easy to find his second orgasm because all he had to do was concentrate on Jenny’s big tits and Lillee’s moans.

  His second come was just as good as his first. When he was done, he left Lillee a mess.

  They all met with their heads on the pillows. He lay on his back with a woman on either side of him. They shared kisses and laughter.

  Jenny sobered first. “So, you two, our promises of eternal love are moving, certainly, and we were almost poetic in our dirty talk, but we gotta get serious. I have a plan.”

  “She talks strangely, Lillee, does she not?” Ymir asked. “It is troubling that an imprudens student at Old Ironbound doesn’t have proper grammar. And she passed the First Exam when some of us didn’t.”

  The elf frowned. “I agree, Ymir. Her Pidgin accent is troubling. Perhaps I should silence her by putting something in her mouth. Or you could.”

  That made Ymir laugh. They’d have to get the essess back on Lillee, or they would do nothing but have sex all night and throughout the next day. The idea was appealing, though he knew Jenny had other ideas. In fact, so did he.

  “Your plan should be the same as mine,” Ymir said. “Tomorrow night is the Harvest Festival. The entire school will be in the Librarium, at the feasting hall, and in the Throne Auditorium. It’s the perfect opportunity for us to create the Black Ice Ring.”

  Jenny nodded, smiling. “Yes! We can get the ice from the Flow Tower and bathe it in the fire from Sunfire. I have gold dust already. Then, all we’ll need is the light of the three moons reflected. I’ll find us a boat.”

  Ymir kissed Jenny and then Lillee. Both assumed he would use the ring to increase his power, but having magic simply didn’t sit right with him. He could make his way through life with his strength and his cunning. Let these two women cast the spells.

  Was that what the Axman wanted?

  Not that he’d care. More importantly, was it what Ymir wanted?

  He wasn’t sure. But first things first, he’d create the damn thing and then decide. In his heart, he knew the truth. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  YMIR DREW THE HOOD of the black cloak over his head. It had been a gift from Jenny. She was with Lillee, celebrating with the other students in the feasting hall. Well, those who had passed the First Exam were celebrating. Those who’d failed were alre
ady gone.

  He’d finally managed to pull himself away from the two women, who seemed to want to keep him forever in bed. Reluctantly, he’d left them to retrieve his things from the Angel’s Kiss Inn down in StormCry. Back at the school, they’d come up with a plan. Lillee and Jenny would pretend he was gone for good. In the meantime, they’d secure the keys to the Sunfire Tower from Gharam Ssornap’s apartment.

  Once they created the Black Ice Ring, they’d all leave Old Ironbound together. He’d been a fool to ever think he could leave those women behind. He would never be some simple mercenary for the Bloody Dawn Guild. He was going to be far more than that, and he wanted his two best girls by his side for every victory he enjoyed.

  But first, they couldn’t get caught. That was where the cloak came in—it helped hide him. The rains had left, for the moment, with the setting of the sun. The moons were rising into the starry dome—they’d need them in the center of the sky for the final part of the spell.

  Magic, sorcery, crafting rings of power—it all made him feel like puking. Yet, this was the path.

  He stood in an alley off the Sea Stair Market. The cobblestones numbed his feet. He’d left his boots at Jenny’s place, along with the rest of his gear. He did have his hatchet at his side and his battle ax on his back, under the cloak.

  From his spot in the alley, he gazed up at the top of the Flow Tower. There should be magical ice up in the bell chamber. How to get it? He’d already hurried up the stairs to find a door locked. Knowing Old Ironbound, there would be additional magic warding burglars away.

  His only real option was to climb the outside. The Flow Tower had been fashioned out of hewn rock, cemented together. There would be edges, but not many. No rain fell, but the rocks were slippery from the constant mist. This was a foul place to live, better for fish than men.

  Ymir sneaked across the courtyard.

  Movement from the Librarium Citadel archway—he threw himself into a shadow and watched as Gurla, the Janistra Dux, marched out on flapping sandals. She belched, then guzzled from a big stone mug. Word had it they had brought in real beer for the feast. He could quaff his fill after they finished the quest.

 

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