by Aaron Crash
She leaned forward and handed Charibda the book. “That is one of my favorites. It’s the writings of Zanq Chokav, along with various sketches of the acts. I come down here. I read these stories. I look at the sketches. And I get my pussy wet and throbbing. When I can’t stand it anymore, I rub my ki and make myself come.”
Charibda opened the book, and she was shown women having sex, men with large cocks, doing all sorts of things. She saw that no act was too forbidden, no story too taboo, and she felt herself getting excited.
She looked up.
Gatha pulled up her dress. She didn’t have on any undergarments. Most of the land people did. Charibda had marveled at their layers of clothes at first. She liked the feeling of being free, and nudity was common among the Aquaterreb. Modesty was mostly unheard of.
The mermaid blinked. “Oh, Gatha, you look wet now. Are you wet now?”
Gatha spread her legs. She had a bare pussy, like Charibda’s. The she-orc’s lips were gleaming. The she-orc pulled her dress down to show her muscled chest and her breasts with such nice dark green nipples. Gatha pulled on them, getting them hard, and then reached down to open herself up. Beyond the thick, dark green lips, her tunnel was pink. And below it, the swirled pucker of her anus was dark green as well.
Charibda couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Read a story to me,” Gatha suggested. “I like the one near the middle. It’s the one called “The Lusty Duchess.” It’s about an innocent young woman who is captured by a handsome bandit and his horny wives. This handsome bandit can guess her deepest desires. Hilda, the duchess, is innocent, yes, but she longs to be used by others for their pleasure, and hers.”
Looking at the sketches and seeing Gatha naked, Charibda felt her sex tingle and slicken. She didn’t want to stain her dress, so she stood, pulled the dress up, like Gatha, and sat back down. No, this wasn’t what she wanted. The mermaid had to be brave, and she couldn’t be ashamed of her body. No, she didn’t have Jennybelle’s udders, but Charibda knew she was beautiful. She stripped naked and threw her wrap and her dress to the floor. Her little nipples tingled in the chill air. She couldn’t help but pull on one.
“Yes,” Gatha hissed. “I like it when women play with their own tits. But first, sit. Read the story. Get your pussy wet, and when you can’t stand it, then you can play with it. I’ll watch you play with your horny little quim. Tori likes that word. When she is in her Inconvenience, you can’t believe the things she’ll say and do.”
Charibda thought about mentioning Lillee, who was the same way. When the elf girl had her cuff on, she was quiet and shy. When she took it off? She became domineering and so dirty.
Gatha’s excitement was evident—her dark green oheesy was getting so wet. She let out a sigh. “Ymir would want me to ask his three questions, but I think we understand each other. Do we not, Charibda?”
“We do,” the mermaid whispered. “No pregnancy. No dishonor. Just sex.”
“Only a chitub,” the she-orc teased. “I might as well be here alone. Please. Read.”
Charibda had a hard time pulling her eyes away from the horny she-orc to find the story about the duchess. Then she found the story, and she started reading it out loud, but it was hard to concentrate.
The she-orc was rubbing herself right there in her chair. At one point, she collected her womanly juices and rubbed them on her nipples...first one, then the other. She was so shameless and uninhibited.
Charibda could smell her now. The she-orc’s scent was spicy and different and strange, but alluring, so alluring. Land sex smells were so powerful, while in the ocean, it was a different experience.
Charibda read about the bandit kidnapping the duchess from her wealthy parents. He took her, savagely, while his wives watched. They joined in, and it was a knot, but it wasn’t just a knot, it was like the mistress-and-servant games that the mermaid had been playing with Lillee. That was real. This story was complete fiction. Charibda sincerely doubted that the duchess would’ve enjoyed being kidnapped, held in a dungeon cell, then ravished by a man and his sharreb. And yet, the mermaid felt herself getting more and more excited.
Gatha continued to masturbate, but now she was fingering her hole while she rubbed her pearl. “Yes, Charibda. Read more. I’m almost there. I’m almost ready to come. It takes me a long time usually, but not today. Today, seeing you, being with you, I’m close.”
The mermaid wanted to touch herself—she was dying to finger her own pussy—but she kept reading. However, she caressed one of her tiny nipples, on her tiny breast.
It was like she was teasing herself, and it was a delicious feeling just as the story was so intoxicating. Charibda could imagine that the bandit looked like Ymir, and his wives were his sharreb, and they would take Charibda like this. It was like she was part of a knot. Even though it was pretend, she could lose herself in the feelings. Now she understood why Gatha liked these books and why she spent so much time down in the Scrollery. Her fantasies made chitub so much more powerful.
But that made sense. When Lillee and Charibda played their games, it didn’t feel like chitub.
Gatha was circling her clit with two fingers, but she was having trouble coming. Even when Charibda got to the part where the bandit stuck his cock in the duchess’s ass. This was something Charibda had heard about, but it had seemed unlikely that anyone would really do that. Now that she’d read about it, and how much the duchess enjoyed it, perhaps she might try it.
By the time Charibda finished the story, she’d leaked down onto the chair. She smelled herself, her horny land smell, and she couldn’t help it. She set the book down and spread her legs. “I have to rub myself, Gatha. I have to make my pussy come. You can watch me. You can watch me.”
“You’re so fucking juicy,” Gatha growled. “Are you liking this chitub? You must because your hairless little twat is so wet and horny. Do it, Charibda, do it. Rub it and play with your titties. Rub your clit and show me you love your own tits.”
Charibda could easily see herself playing the mistress-servant game with this strong she-orc. The warrior woman could easily take control of her.
The mermaid had her legs spread wide. She’d leaked so much she had plenty of her own cum to do what Gatha did. Charibda took her juices and rubbed them on her nipples. She drew her finger up her swollen lips, feeling her warm hole, before finding her little clit. It didn’t take long, and the mermaid was coming. Her orgasm hit hard, taking her by surprise by how violent it was. She was making little squeaking sounds she’d never made before. Reading that story had aroused her so very much.
Gatha was watching intently. The woman had three fingers stuffed inside her green slit underneath her big clit. She’d been on the edge so long, and still she hadn’t come. Charibda wanted to help her, but how?
The mermaid stood and staggered over, dizzy from her orgasm but still so turned on. She felt tall, slender, powerful, and sexually so alive. She leaned over and offered one of her little titties to Gatha. The she-orcs eye’s flashed as she sucked on Charibda’s tiny nipple. It wasn’t long before most of her tit was in Gatha’s mouth.
Charibda knew just what to say. “Did you like me rubbing my pussy juice on my nipple? Did you like me playing with my tits?”
The she-orc grunted once before going silent. She still had Charibda’s breast in her mouth, and she had her fingers in her oheesy, and, with a final rub, she grunted again and again as the orgasm swept through her strong body.
Charibda was amazed at how long it was, how strong. It seemed to take forever, and the mermaid was a little jealous. Yes, it had taken a long time to reach, but it wound up being so violent and good. Gatha’s skin got hotter and hotter, and sweat dripped down her overheated body and onto the floor.
This sweat business was so very interesting to the mermaid. And the smells. And the tastes. And suddenly, Gatha had pulled down the mermaid, and Charibda was kissing the she-orc, kissing with their lips, with their tongues, and Charibda grabbed Gath
a’s hand and stuck it between her legs.
“Rub my clit,” Charibda ordered. She wasn’t sure where that had come from, but maybe if Gatha liked the story of the young duchess being taken by the bandit, she might have those same inclinations.
Gatha flashed the mermaid a horny smile. “Oh, maybe someday I’ll be the duchess and you’ll be the bandit, but not today. I’m going do better than rub your clit. I’m going to fuck you.”
Charibda didn’t know what that meant. But suddenly, she was in Gatha’s strong arms. Gatha sat on the floor with her back to the chair. Charibda was in front of her, legs spread, at the mercy of the she-orc.
Gatha cupped one of her tiny titties while she used her other hand to rub Charibda’s pearl, like she’d wanted, but then her fingers pierced the mermaid’s horny little hole. Gatha slammed her strong fingers in and out of Charibda’s pussy. In that way, the she-orc was masturbating her, battering her open sex, and then the she-orc took her fingers out and rubbed the mermaid’s pearl until the mermaid couldn’t help but scream as she orgasmed again. Her cries, her scent, filled the Scrollery, just like those orgies of old.
But the mermaid wanted more. She was tired of just two people having sex. Yes, she could close her eyes and fantasize about the duchess and the bandit family, but she really wanted real sex with real people.
“Jennybelle,” Charibda wheezed. “I want to go to Jennybelle. I want to find her. I want to fuck her with you, with Lillee if we can find her. Can we do that, Gatha? Please?”
Gatha laughed in a low voice. “If we find her in the right mood. Maybe. I’d be willing to try. And there’s a chance that Tori might be in her Inconvenience. Then we can all have some fun.”
The two dressed.
Gatha seemed so relaxed now, and so happy. The mermaid had never seen the she-orc in such a serene state.
The she-orc retrieved the works of Zanq Chokav and went to put it on the end table.
Charibda smiled at her. “Do you mind if I borrow that?”
Gatha laughed a little. “You might not need it. You knew I would come if you gave me your nipple to suck on. I loved smelling you, feeling you, and knowing it was your tit I was sucking on.”
“They aren’t much,” the mermaid admitted.
“And yet they made me come.” Gatha went to the mermaid and looked deep into her eyes.
Charibda didn’t look away.
Gatha’s smile was soft. “You are a warrior, Charibda Delphino. You have won my respect. As well as my heart.”
The mermaid felt the tears come, but she wouldn’t let them. No, she wanted to show this she-orc she was strong, but her own heart had melted at Gatha’s words.
The she-orc nodded. “Come. I need to talk with Maezel. Not only do we have intruders in the Scrollery, but I’ve seen Lillee’s father wandering about in the Coruscation Shelves, and I can’t very well tell the Ohlyrran king he’s not welcome. Maezel needs to know. Then we can go to the Zoo and see about Jennybelle.”
The she-orc made sure to lock up the Scrollery well, and she even added an extra spell to make sure it was sealed. Of course they would tell Ymir, but Gatha also said she had to let the head librarian know that very night about the Scrollery and about King Cebor. After that business was done, the mermaid and the she-orc hurried through the cool night to the Zoo with the ocean crashing in the distance.
Once in the kitchen, Gatha led the way down a flight of stairs to the middle bathroom. She knocked on Jennybelle’s door.
The swamp woman called out. “Come in.”
The minute they entered Jennybelle’s room, Charibda knew the sex part of the night was over. Jennybelle’s eyes were red, she’d obviously been crying, and there was most of a bottle of wine gone.
Jennybelle tried to put on a smile. “Saw my aunt. That was fun.” Then the swamp woman burst into tears.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
YMIR AND BRODOR EMERGED from The Paradise Tree. The dwarven professor was still a little dizzy from having his memories stolen away by the fairy. The pair stopped in at the Unicorn’s Uht for some beers. The place was full of tourists and spectators come for the Kurzig Durgha.
Ymir was happy to drink beers with the dwarven professor. Ziziva and Tori had perfected the sweet cream, and Tori had made a friend in the process. That dwab could make friends with the Lonely Man itself. Normally, Ymir wouldn’t have trusted the fairy, but not only had Tori mastered the Obanathy cantrips, she’d also worn the Veil Tear Ring on many occasions. That meant the fairy couldn’t adjust the little woman’s memory.
Unlike what she’d done to Brodor Bootblack.
Ymir owed Ziziva a favor now, but it was worth it. He had the breath of an angry man because the minute you asked about his divorce, Brodor Bootblack would launch into story after story about how he hated that evil fucking woman despite her thick beard and tiny chest. Truly, his was the breath of an angry man.
They’d finished their beers and started back up the Sea Stair.
Brodor grunted. “That sweet cream is going to make you a fortune, and not just for how good it tastes. Aye, clansman, that Form magic was marvelous to behold. And it was our Toriah that did it. For such an ugly woman, she sure does have a variety of skills.”
Ymir couldn’t help but needle the dwarf as they walked up the Sea Stair Market. “So should I drop all my other women and marry Tori?”
“Marry?” the dwarf roared. “You’d be daft to ever marry! All women are evil forever!”
Yes, he was a truly angry man. Ymir had his satchel, which contained the eight black candles and the Gather Breath Ring. As before, the minute he lit all eight and started the ritual, five went out immediately. Then? When he’d gathered Brodor’s breath, under the guise of a favor, and with much praise about how powerful his breath would be, the sixth candle went out.
Only two left—the breath of ultimate cold and the final breath of the Storm King’s daughter, forever changing and forever changed.
More people passed them on the stairs. Old Ironbound was overflowing with guests, and that included the relatives of some of his women. They were not taking it well. The clansman couldn’t blame them. If his own father had waltzed into Old Ironbound, Ymir would’ve been sent spiraling back in time to when King Ymok exiled him with a single tear crawling down the old man’s face.
They’d reached the Flow courtyard when Agneeyeshka came running up to them. “Ymir. The Princept wishes to see you.”
Brodor nudged Ymir’s side. “Thanks for the xoca sweet cream and beers, lad. You go and see what the boss wants.”
In short order, Ymir found himself on the sixth level of the citadel, in the alcove that the Princept used for special meetings. This was to be a special meeting all right.
Della frowned at him. “You. Sit.”
Ymir grinned at the fear that blossomed for a second in his belly. Had she guessed he was crafting another Akkiric Ring? Or was he there to defend the rings she’d seen him and Gatha wearing?
Ymir sat in a chair to her left. “Let’s not lose our sense of good fun, Princept. We’ve come too far together, and we’ve built too much history together.”
Della was clearly not in the mood to joke. “I saw Gulnash in the Librarium. And then I heard the fall of a coin. He was here. And not just here, but in the Scrollery as well. Gatha reported it tonight. This fucking orc is doing something...studying something.”
“Which books?” Ymir asked.
“Ones you are familiar with,” Della shot back. There was an accusation in her eyes. “Octovato. Perhaps Obanathy, though we’ve put anything dangerous up in the Illuminates Spire where they belong. There seems to be these coins involved, and I have no idea what they might mean.”
Ymir looked her in the eye. “Let’s not spar. We do enough of that during the day. Tell me your thoughts without dissembling.”
Della turned and faced him directly. “Do you think Gulnash might be crafting one of your fucking Akkiric Rings?”
Ymir’s first thought wa
s one he couldn’t say aloud. That fucker better not be. The Akkiric Rings were his and his alone, and he wanted the complete set. Instead, he was the one doing the dissembling. “I don’t know what Gulnash is here for. I know that it was his idea for the Kurzig Durgha, and that he wanted it here, and he came early. If he is perusing those texts, we might assume he has the rings in mind.”
Della’s scowl softened. She forced a smile, but Ymir didn’t trust it. She’d seen the Yellow Scorch Ring on Gatha’s finger. And he would’ve been surprised if she’d failed to see the Winter Flame on his own when Gulnash had murdered Valarenza. She must know that he’d not given up his pursuits.
Her smile was a mask, and he remembered what his Grandfather Bear said: A woman’s smile can mean many things. Of course, Grandmother Rabbit said you could say the same thing about a man, but Ymir had known from an early age that wasn’t the case.
“But you’ve not created any more rings, have you?” Della asked. “No. Of course not. You wouldn’t dare.” She didn’t let him talk. It was clear she knew and couldn’t care until after the tournament. Even then, she would have a hard time following through on her threat to murder him. Ymir had fought for the good of the school, on numerous occasions, and he’d covered up any number of secrets.
They were both mired in conspiracies and lies. Their fates had become entangled, and it wouldn’t be ending soon. That weekend, they would be fighting side by side for the good of the continent.
Ymir wasn’t going to address the rings until she forced the issue. If she ever did. Instead, he mused, “I find it unlikely Gulnash could fashion the Veil Tear Ring under our noses, or any of the other rings. I know, firsthand, how difficult it was to make a ring. To do it without us knowing? That would be even more difficult.”
She narrowed her eyes. “But not impossible.”