by Aaron Crash
“Shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t!” The fairy giggled. “Shouldn’t doesn’t mean don’t. And we’re going to do it all and everything. I might not get this again.” Ziziva sobered just a bit. “I might not ever get this again. Have to make it count, Miss Tori T. Gotta make it count.”
The fairy fell down onto her knees in front of Ymir. “Hello, again. Tori wants to kiss my quim, and I want to kiss this boy’s cock.”
The fairy kissed the tip, then grabbed Ymir’s shaft in a firm hand. She licked the pre-cum off the tip before sucking on him like her life depended on it. Hard, fast, and lusty, she sucked and worked his shaft until she backed off a bit. Spit drooled down her chin. Her eyes were glassy.
Tori watched, spellbound. Her nipples were hard in her white chemise. She stuck a hand between her legs, watching the spectacle, mouth agape. “She’s so pretty. Watching her working on you, Ymir. That fairy girl is so pretty.”
Ziziva giggled. “So nice of you to say, Miss T. Do you want a turn while I taste you?”
The dwab blinked.
Ymir wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen Tori so turned on. What was in that Amora Xoca cream? She seemed almost paralyzed with lust.
Ziziva shook Ymir’s cock at her. “Come on, sweetness, ’cause this dick won’t suck itself. Though I have heard stories of one elf lord who could do just that.”
Tori came over in a daze, taking off the last of her clothes. Her breasts bounced as she flung away the chemise. They were all naked now, in the shop, during the day, which made it seem even more illicit than it already was. Ziziva rushed over and grabbed ahold of Tori’s tits. “Big boobies!” the fairy yelled gleefully. She then kissed Tori, licking the dwab’s tongue and sucking on her lip.
It left Tori dizzy and visibly shaking.
The fairy knelt and sucked on one big nipple, then the other. She filled her little fairy hands with the dwab’s overflowing chest. “Such fucking sexy tits,” the fairy gasped.
She then hurried over and retrieved a chair from behind the counter. She set it near the wall and let Ymir sit. Tori got on her knees and took over sucking on his straining uht. Her big white ass jiggled, as did her freckled breasts.
The fairy got behind her, a look of horny delight on her pixie face. Seconds later, Tori quit sucking on his dick. She gazed up at him, the shock in her eyes fading into pure lust. “She’s not licking my quim, Ymir. She has her tongue on my...in my...I can’t believe how good it feels.”
Then Tori was back pleasuring Ymir, who couldn’t help but pump his hips up, holding the soft curls of the redhead as she took him deep into her soft mouth. Behind her, Ziziva was pumping her fingers in and out of the little woman, her golden arm working and her little breasts dangling.
“Your fingers feel good,” Tori wept, “but I want Ymir in me. I want him to fuck my quim but good. Then I want to see him...do that thing to you. What you both did before.”
The fairy girl giggled and helped Tori get up onto Ymir, but her legs would be too short. Ymir wasn’t about to wait, and that counter looked like it was about the right size. He swept up the dwab, muscles straining, and laid her down on the countertop. Her legs fell open to show her leaking sex, lined with red hair. Her big pussy lips spread open. He slipped his cock up into her. The heat, the tightness, her big-nippled tits wobbling on her chest, and the pleasure on her face nearly made Ymir erupt immediately. No, he was going to save that for the fairy.
As Ziziva had said, this might be their last chance. Business partners shouldn’t fuck each other, not unless a contract was involved. He pulled back and slammed forward, making Tori yelp. Her big tits bounced up on her chest. He backed out and slammed into her again, her tight hole sucking on his cock. She was getting them both messy with her grease.
Ziziva watched, then shouted, “Jealous! So jealous! I want him like that, doing that to me, but we can’t. You won’t let him fuck me, right, T?”
Tori turned, gasping. “No, but I know your secret. You take it in your dirt box, in your butter hole. He’s so thick and big. You’re so small. It can’t fit. It can’t...”
And then the dwab couldn’t talk because the fairy was kissing her, sucking on her tits before licking her way down the dwab’s freckled body until she rested her cheek on Tori’s red curls.
Ziziva opened her pink-lipped mouth. Ymir knew what she wanted. He pulled out of Tori and let the horny fairy taste their combined sex. Her mouth wasn’t as tight or as warm as Tori’s tunnel, so it felt doubly good when he went back to fucking the dwab.
Ziziva wiped her chin. “I want him, Miss T. That cock is for both of us. Can I have a turn?”
Ymir thought for sure the dwab would agree since she was normally so polite. Not this time. But the horny little woman had other ideas. “Not yet, Miss Z. Not yet. I haven’t come yet, and I want my come. And like I said, I wanted to taste you. Come get on my face. Come sit on my face, and I mean now!”
Ziziva didn’t waste time, clambering up onto the counter, and lowering her sex onto Tori’s mouth. She knelt facing away from him, at the very edge of the counter. Ziziva had her ass in the air, and Ymir could see it all. He was tall enough, long enough, to reach out and spread the fairy girl open with a hand. Now he could see her pink asshole and her wet oheesy, dripping honey onto Tori’s face as the dwab sucked on her ohi. Fairies got so wet, their juices were thick, and Ymir knew what he wanted to do—once both women orgasmed, he’d get to feel her dirt box wrapped around his cock again. He’d thought that would never happen again. But life at Old Ironbound had a way of surprising you.
Ymir stuck a thumb inside the fairy’s slit, got it all gooey, and painted her pucker with her spend. He did that again and again, until he worked his thumb into her rosebud. That was what did it. Ziziva’s wings whirred and then went still.
The fairy wasn’t giggling now, but weeping, or nearly weeping, as she walked the edge of her orgasm. “Dwab licking me, barbarian fucking my little boxy, and oh, fucking her pussy. Ymir’s big cock in her big, red pussy!”
The fairy let out a final gasp, and she was pushed over the edge. Her back hole squeezed his thumb, over and over, as the pleasure swept through her. She leapt up, letting her wings take her into the air. She turned around and came down, resting her sex on Tori’s face even as she gazed upon Tori’s quim. They were in the Congress of the Crow position, also known as the six and the nine.
Ziziva licked Tori’s button and Ymir had to pull back a little. He was long enough to keep himself inside her heat. Tori let out a shriek. “Oh, yes, Z, yes. Like that. Just like that!” Then Ymir felt the dwab’s hole clutch him as she came. Ymir gritted his teeth, knowing that if he didn’t pull out, there was a good chance he’d fall into his own orgasm. At the same time, he knew Tori liked to come with him inside her. He would have to control himself, but the very idea almost forced him into an orgasm.
The fairy’s cute face, glowing with sweat and fuck lust didn’t help him, and he had to close his eyes. Only for a second. He opened them, and Ziziva had her tongue lolling out. “Our little friend, this horny little friend, has her tongue up in me. I can feel her breath on my butthole. I can feel her licking me, eating me. Should I come on her face, Ymir? Should I come on her cute face?”
Ymir grabbed the fairy by the back of her head. “Yes, you should, Ziziva. Come if you can.”
Her face went slack. Her eyes lost focus. Her mouth hung open. “Yes. She’s eating my honeypot. My honey is drippy, and you know, I’ll want it, Ymir, but not in my dirt box. I want it in my honeypot. Please, I don’t care about babies or glowies or any of that. I want it in me deep. I want your cock in me deep!”
The fairy’s wings whirred again, and she made little grunting noises, which, from the fairy, were new. She grunted through her orgasm.
Ymir had to pull out of Tori or come. Even then, the waves of pleasure crept into his mind. He was riding the edge. He pushed his hands on the table, waiting it out, creeping back from an orgasm.
The two wome
n had filled the room with their heat and sex, and both had lost all inhibition.
Ymir stood back as the fairy lifted herself off the naked dwab, who was rubbing herself even as the fairy stood beside the counter. The fairy kissed Tori and squeeze one big freckled breast. Ziziva stood with her legs spread, her ass cheeks open, and Ymir moved forward.
The dwab’s hand covered her other tit while she rubbed her ohi and sucked on the fairy’s tongue. Ymir saw both of the fairy’s holes, and he knew he could easily slide his uht into what Ziziva called her honeypot. It would mean babies. Her slit was calling to him, and before he knew it, he was rubbing the head of his sex up and down her pussy, getting himself wet and smearing her juices across her pucker.
Maybe he could just put it in a little.
“Yes,” the fairy girl mewled. “Stick it in my honeypot. You fucked Tori, and you can fuck me. I won’t get pregnant maybe.”
Tori heard the desperation in Ziziva’s voice. She slid off the counter and came around.
“Don’t you dare, mister!” the dwab said sternly. She took hold of his cock just as he was about spear it into the slim girl’s dripping hole. Her thighs were bright with her girl cum.
The fairy sobbed with relief. “Thank you, Toriah. Thank you. I wanted him to. But now you can see him fuck my dirt box.” Ziziva widened her stance, and her ass cheeks came apart to show him her puckered back hole.
Tori took hold of him, slid his cock through the messy fairy girl’s juices, and placed his helmet up against her pucker. “Go ahead, Ymir. She’s been so nice to us. We can be nice to her now. I’d imagine you should go slow. You’re so big!”
Ymir forced his uht forward and her rosebud opened to take his head in. It was slippery, soft, warm, and so strange, so different from Tori’s quim. And yet, so tight, and so dirty. Ymir eased himself in, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
Tori’s face was right there, watching. And from the look of it, she was masturbating herself as she watched him sodomize the fairy, who took every inch with breathless ecstasy. He was deep in her, deeper, until he pushed up against her plump ass cheeks. She clung to every inch of him.
“Can you see him, Miss T?” Ziziva asked. “Can you see him in my dirt box?”
“I can see him,” Tori gasped. “I can see. Oh, it’s tight. It’s so tight around him. But can he go in and out? Won’t it hurt?”
“Out is better. The out is better, but I love it all,” the fairy girl wept. “I love it all!”
Ymir withdrew, and he watched as the ring of crinkled flesh pulled along with him. And then he was back up in her.
Tori let out a bark, coming again. Sweat dripped off her face and onto the fairy’s back. The dwab’s curly red hair was frizzed and wild. She got down, though, underneath them, and Ymir wondered what she was doing. He soon learned.
“She’s rubbing me, yummy Ymir. Little Miss T is rubbing me, on my special spot, and, oh, it’s good. Oh, it’s happening. Oh, I know you’ll be there with me when it happens. In me when it happens. On me when it happens. Happening. Happening. Happening.”
The wings, the orgasm, the clutching ring around his shaft—it was too much. Ymir pushed forward and let out a choking cry. He’d been holding back for a long time now, riding the edge. When he allowed himself to erupt, it seemed to last forever, the pleasure, the spasms as he filled the dirt box of the horny fairy. Again and again, over and over, that indescribable pleasure wiped away all thought. It was only sensation. It was only lust and bliss and pleasure.
He stumbled back, found the chair, and sat down. Sweat dripped off him. He watched as Tori sat her wide ass on the floor. The fairy dripped her quim onto the dwab’s face. Tori licked her while she rubbed her own clit at the top of her red sex. Watching them gave Ymir’s uht new life.
They might not leave the shop that day. Hell, they might never leave again.
Tori was back on the counter, lying on her back, while the fairy climbed over her until they were in the Congress of the Crow position again. The fairy threw Ymir a happy look. “I’m ready for you again, big yummy Ymir. Now little Miss T can see the view from a different angle. Bring the chair ’cause you’re tall but not that tall.”
The clansman got up, smiling, laughing a little. In a way, getting cursed by the Lonely Man was the best thing that had ever happened to him. It had exiled him to Old Ironbound. And it had given him the gift of all these women.
Before he went to take Ziziva from behind, he kissed the sweet fairy. There wasn’t just lust in her eyes. No, they shone with a different emotion now. Was it love? He thought so.
Chapter Eleven
THAT EVENING, YMIR took his women to the beach, going through the grate at the end of the Sea Stair Alley and climbing down to the beach below. In the distance glimmered the StormLight lighthouse, a shining light on the weather-beaten AngelTeeth Islands out in Angel Bay. The waves crashed and the sun crept to the horizon, but they had a big fire on the beach, snapping and sending sparks into the sky.
Tori had provided some thick steaks that Ymir grilled on hot rocks he’d pulled out of the ocean. Jennybelle brought beer—it was the normal weak stuff, but it tasted fine with the seared meat. Lillee had wanted some vegetables, and he grilled those as well. Tori provided the marinade. They ate with their fingers, pulling the vegetables apart, chewing on the meat, and getting their wooden cups greasy when they drank their beer.
Gatha wasn’t there. Ymir knew why. She didn’t want a celebration. The she-orc wanted to be alone, knowing her family would be coming for the Kurzig Durgha. It seemed she wouldn’t be the only one to have family coming in.
After their meal, they sat around the fire, and Ymir told them about the sex they’d had with Ziziva. He also went into detail about their plans to sell not only the Amora Xoca at The Paradise Tree, but also the xoca kaif. And the fact that the fairy was looking into mixing up self-cooling sweet cream. It would be powerful magic, and if they were the first ones to do it, the profits would make them all rich. Most of the exiled princesses needed the money. Tori, though, was already magnificently rich.
“And where were you this morning?” Ymir asked Jenny and Lillee.
“Why?” Jennybelle smiled. “Did you get lonely?”
He shrugged. “A little. Tori and Ziziva kept me company.”
Lillee adjusted her cuff. “Now I’m the only one here who hasn’t been with the fairy. Is she as wild as I think?”
Tori let out a sigh. “More than I about could handle. It was...well, it was the Amora Xoca in the sweet cream, and my Inconvenience. And I’m going to be sore for a week. Ziziva is gonna be sitting funny for about as long, I bet.”
Ymir had been impressed by how unrestrained the fairy girl had been. However, once they were done, they all agreed they couldn’t add love to their business affairs. Violent passions generally didn’t mix well with more entrepreneurial pursuits.
“Perhaps someday,” Lillee whispered. “I’m curious now. I also miss Gatha. Do we know why she isn’t here with us? It seems strange now since we’ve been getting along so well.”
Ymir told them about the Kurzig Durgha, the Gungarr, and the event that would be happening on the shy night of summer, six weeks away.
The silence that fell was deafening.
Lillee broke it. “My father will come. He’ll have to.” She’d grown pale, and her voice cracked.
Jennybelle had a pained look on her face, as if her beer had been poisoned with bloodcross mushrooms. “Looks like we’ll all be dealing with family. My Auntie Jia won’t miss this, so she’ll be here. My stupidly cruel sister won’t be coming. Lucky us.”
“All you overtoppers will have your families,” Tori said. “But not us Morbuskor. I would think you might see a few people come from the Undergem Guild, but I don’t expect my oober and ahmer to come. They don’t really need to. But they might.” She stopped talking and stared into the fire, her smile gone.
“Why are you fighting, Ymir?” Lillee asked with fear in her eyes
.
Ymir threw another piece of driftwood into the fire. Her question was a good one. “You don’t think I should fight?” he asked.
“If you died, it would hurt us. All three of us...” Her voice died away, strangled by her fear.
Ymir remembered for some time the elf girl had trouble thinking about the mortality of her lovers.
“I won’t die,” he said. “I’ll have the rings. I’ll finish the Gather Breath Ring in that time. Yes, if I use them, Della will know, but perhaps she won’t care if I bury my ax in the Betrayer’s skull.”
“Why do they call him the Betrayer?” Jennybelle asked absently. She waved away the question. “Just orc nonsense, I’ll bet. It doesn’t matter. Ymir has to fight.”
“Gosh, how do you figure?” Tori frowned.
“Because Della asked him to.” A flirty smile curved Jennybelle’s lips. “And he’s always had a crush on the Princept.”
“I have not!” Ymir protested. Then he laughed. “I think she’d kill me five minutes after I slept with her.”
“Or you’d kill her.” Jennybelle smirked. “But it’s more than that. Gatha has to fight because of her experience in the fighting pits of Ssunash. She’s never lost. And you, Ymir, won’t let her fight alone. That’s the real reason.”
“That poor girl,” Tori said in a thick voice. “When I used the Veil Tear Ring, I saw her last fight. She killed her own sister. And her boyfriend got killed. It was all a bunch of blood after being raised bloody, by an evil mother. Some women shouldn’t have children. Shouldn’t even think of it.”