Barbarian Gladiator (Princesses of the Ironbound Book 4) Page 13

  Lillee blushed. “I’d...rather not say. I sometimes see visions, and I draw them, and this time, it was your mother. She was looking at her lover.”

  “The Princept,” Charibda said softly. “My mother told me. She said that it was the best chitub of her life. Do you know what that word means?”

  Lillee nodded. “Ymir told us. I find it fascinating.”

  The mermaid felt awkward, but she smiled. “Anyway, my mother said the chitub was so satisfying because the Princept had a passion she’d rarely seen in land people.”

  “You didn’t say dirt worms.” The elf girl’s voice was soft. “I like land people better. The Princept is half-elven, though she doesn’t talk about it. That might be why.”

  The mermaid turned. “Yes, and she doesn’t wear the cuff. Or at least I’ve not seen her wear it. But you are wearing yours tonight. I don’t mean to...I’m surprised.” Charibda forced herself to stop talking. She didn’t want to ruin this new friendship. In fact, she wanted to turn it into something more, but she didn’t know how to take the next step.

  Lillee touched the gold coils circling her left arm. “You heard us with Ymir. I tried to be quiet, but it’s hard for me. I get so caught up in the moment...in the sensations. And I like to talk while I make love. I like to say certain things.” She inhaled and closed her eyes. “You can stop me. You didn’t ask about that. Sometimes I like to wear my essess when I draw because it helps me focus. If I take it off, most of the time my thoughts are more sexual in nature. I get distracted. Other times, when I want to draw something erotic, or feel that energy in me, I’ll set it aside. That was a long answer. I’m sorry.”

  “You shouldn’t be. I find all of this interesting. I’d like to get to know you better. I can only do that by talking.” Charibda gathered up her courage and told this lovely blond woman what she wanted. “Or there is another way for us to become better friends. It would involve you...you taking off your essess. Did I say that word right?”

  Lillee took off her cuff and set it on her drawing table. There wasn’t much furniture—just the table, a chair, and a little cushioned divan near one wall.

  The two stood there in the silence and the flickering light of the candles.

  Charibda had no idea what to expect. She swallowed. “Do we kiss right away? Will you go insane if you don’t have sex right away?” She blanched. That couldn’t have been the right thing to say.

  Lillee took it in stride. “No, it doesn’t work like that. The essess stops me from feeling sexual, but when I take it off, I don’t become a sex maniac.” Her smile was a little embarrassed, a little brazen, but mostly it was laughing at what she’d just said. “We can sit. We can chat. You know, you have all of us curious about this special sex power you have.”

  “It works in groups,” Charibda said. “For the Aquaterreb, we have sex in groups, bitribibs, or sex knots, sometimes just knots. That’s where I really shine. If you and I...if we were to be intimate, I’m not sure I would be at all impressive. After what you did with Ymir it might be boring. Was Tori there?”

  “Tori wasn’t. Nor was Gatha. It was just Ymir, Jenny, and me.” Lillee pulled the divan over in front of her art table. There were so many windows, some showing the bay, others showing the other parts of the Moon housing. There were other apartments, but none dangled off the side of the cliff like the Zoo.

  Charibda sat on the divan, while Lillee perched on her chair in front of her art table.

  The mermaid noticed a thick collection of sketches, prose, and some songs written down on a wild array of paper. “What is that you’re working on? Or if I shouldn’t ask, I shouldn’t ask. I’m sorry.”

  Lillee plucked a sketch from out of the chaos. She showed it to Charibda. It was of a little girl with a withered leg, propping herself up on crutches. The drawing somehow managed to convey that the girl was tragic but brave, and that her inner strength more than made up for her deformity.

  Immediately, tears filled the mermaid’s eyes. “She’s beautiful. She’s been hurt, but you can tell she’s strong. How can you draw so well?”

  Lillee regarded the picture. “I draw what I see, what I want to see, what I dream. This is Asriel. She’s the main character in this project I’ve been working on...for such a long time now. The Crippled Cicada. I’ve written songs, pages upon pages of poetry, sketched her and her family and friends, and of course, her enemies. A good story has to have enemies. In my story, this little girl will one day rule the world. She’s not a grand vempor. She’s not a powerful sorceress. She’s just herself.”

  Charibda gazed at the Ohlyrran princess and felt guilty. She’d gossiped about the fallen daughter of Greenhome. She’d laughed at the Sullied elf. She’d been cruel because back then she’d hated the land people. Now? She wanted their friendship.

  And from Lillee, she wanted more.

  “I want to be just myself,” Charibda said abruptly. “And I want you to be yourself. We can be together. Tonight. Ourselves.”

  Lillee turned, the sketch still in her hand, her mouth opened, a perfect pink bow. And her eyes, so green, so gentle and inquisitive. Yet, she wasn’t innocent. A bloom rose both on her chest and in her cheeks.

  Charibda was meeting the elf girl’s gaze. She didn’t feel self-conscious or afraid. She felt safe, accepted, and, yes, she felt a tension between them, a longing.

  Then the mermaid said the bravest words of her life. “Can I kiss you, Lillee?”

  Lillee didn’t respond, but she slid off the chair, and, on her knees, she faced Charibda.

  The elf was tall, but so was the mermaid, and it wouldn’t work unless both of them were on their knees.

  So Charibda joined her on the floor. Now Charibda only had to bend a little to press her lips against the elf girl’s, and to take in her scent, which was sweet with the day’s perfume and musky from the day’s work. Then there was Ymir’s smell. And Jennybelle’s. And sex. This artistic woman had spent the evening fucking, and she smelled like it.

  Charibda lost her breath. Already, breathing the thin air was hard, but the lust in her belly made it all but impossible.

  Lillee was also having trouble breathing, so this might be normal. This madness. This passion. Charibda felt like she was suffocating, yet she didn’t want to breathe, she wanted to kiss Lillee more, and to taste her mouth—with her lips and with her tongue.

  Her hands were on Lillee’s back, but then they were on her ass, feeling the pliant flesh there. Their gowns had opened, and the mermaid felt the elf girl’s skin on hers. Their breasts pressed together.

  Charibda had touched her nipples earlier and hadn’t felt much, but now the tingles in her tiny nips were delicious.

  And Lillee was moaning softly. Even more exciting? She couldn’t stop herself from moaning. This elf girl, without her cuff, was a horny little thing, even after a night of lovemaking.

  The mermaid felt the energy between them. Normally, just one body wouldn’t have been exciting, but Charibda hadn’t been with anyone for months on end. Lillee sucked on Charibda’s tongue while entangling her fingers in her blue hair.

  Charibda felt the power shift. The elf girl was pulling her head back, looking into her eyes. “I want this. Do you want this?”

  There was an aggressive shift in the shy girl’s demeanor. It was sudden, violent, and hot.

  The mermaid could only nod. She felt herself losing control of the situation, and normally, that might’ve made her want to fight harder to keep things in her grasp. She didn’t want control right then. She found herself nodding.

  Lillee’s gaze didn’t waver. “What do you want? Tell me.”

  It was an order.

  In all the days of her life, it had been Charibda who’d given the orders, who had demanded things from others, from her servants to her friends. She’d grown up royalty. But now this one-time shy girl had taken control of her.

  Charibda couldn’t believe how wet this was making her—she was so squishy now between her legs. Shouldn’t she b
e the dominant one? Especially since she was dealing with Lillee Nehenna, who barely said a word on most days. That was with her cuff on. With it off? Lillee became a different person.

  “I want...” Charibda swallowed. “I want to suck on your tits. I want to lick your pussy. I want to taste you.”

  Lillee’s stare smoldered more. “I want that too. What about what I do to you? Do you want me to lick you?”

  The mermaid nodded.

  It wasn’t good enough for Lillee. She yanked Charibda’s hair back. “Use your words, dirty girl. Because I think you’re a dirty girl. And I think you need to be tamed. I want to tame you. Would you be willing to play this little game with me?”

  The very word “tame” made Charibda tremble. She’d come to know Lillee, not just on that day, but watching her, listening to her, studying her. Lillee had been Charibda’s first choice in trying to find a place in Ymir’s sharreb. To play such a game would require trust, not just that night, but afterwards, when they weren’t in bed.

  Would Lillee try to hold this sex play against her? Would she try to dominate her outside the bedroom? Would she tell her friends?

  Charibda knew the answer to every one of those questions. No. She could trust Lillee. And this new game would definitely make the chitub more enjoyable, if not mind-breakingly exciting.

  “I’ll play the game,” Charibda whispered. “I’ll be tamed.”

  Lillee nodded and let go of her hair. She sat back. Her gown was open, showing her muscled body, her little belly, the golden triangle between her legs. “If you have doubts about the game, you can tell me to stop by using a special word. Lavender. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, yes, I understand.” The mermaid was having trouble talking. She was having trouble swallowing.

  “Very good,” Lillee said indulgently. “Ymir has three questions. Can we pregnant? Will this dishonor ourselves? Will this dishonor our family? For me, these questions are easy. I want this. We can’t get pregnant, and Ymir, my family, wouldn’t mind that we’re having sex. How would you answer the questions?”

  Charibda wanted to scoff at the idea of two females getting each other pregnant. She didn’t. She was playing a role now, a role that felt oddly comfortable. “My family wants me to be with the land people. They would want this for me.” The mermaid had to think about the last question. About dishonoring herself. She was being subservient. What did that mean? Would that change her?

  “And what about dishonoring yourself?” Lillee asked.

  “I...I’ve never...” Charibda was at a loss for words. She couldn’t lie. “I’ve never played a game like this before. If I play the servant, would that be dishonoring myself? It doesn’t feel like it. It feels like play. I’m trusting you, Lillee. I want to try this. I don’t think I’ll be dishonoring myself. It feels like I’ll be revealing a secret part of myself I’ve never known before.”

  Lillee leaned forward and licked the mermaid’s mouth. “Salty. Your mouth is salty. I bet your slit is just as salty, but juicier. I’ve heard stories that mermaids get juicy. I’m curious. But I need to come first.” The elf licked Charibda’s lips again. “I’m going to get you on the floor. I’m going to sit on your face. And I’m going to use this salty mouth of yours to make myself come. But first, I want you to beg me to do it.”

  Charibda had never begged for anything in her entire life. But she wanted to please this elf girl, and not just to get into Ymir’s good graces, but for Lillee herself. This was obviously turning the Sullied princess on like nothing else. She was breathing hard. Her body was unbelievably hot, and both women were sweating. Again, this land sex was very different.

  “Beg me,” Lillee repeated.

  “Please,” the mermaid squeaked. “Please. Use my mouth. Use me to make yourself come.”

  “Good girl,” Lillee murmured. “Dirty girl.”

  She pulled Charibda’s hair back, and it hurt, but it also felt good. Then Lillee licked down her throat, down to her nipples, her tiny, sensitive nipples. The elf sucked on both, first one, then the other.

  But that wasn’t the agreement.

  “Please, mistress,” the mermaid whimpered. “Please let me suck on your oheesy. Let me lick your ohi.”

  Lillee shoved her back, turning the divan upside down. Charibda lay on the wood floor, no carpet, with her robe open, her tits out, and her legs spread. She felt her juices dribble down her ass from her overheating sex. She was juicy, just like the elf girl had accused.

  The elf girl shrugged off her robe and straddled the mermaid’s face. Charibda got a chance to gaze up at the pretty face, the thick nipples on her little titties, and the golden curls of the elf girl’s swollen sex.

  Her fragrant aroma washed down, and it wasn’t just her, it was the smell of the sex she’d had earlier with Ymir and Jennybelle. Would Ymir’s seed still be inside her? Charibda couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d never been with a woman who had so much hair down there. For just a second, she wondered if she could really do this, and Lillee seemed to feel her reticence.

  “Beg for it again,” Lillee ordered. Then, softer, “Or tell me to stop.”

  The idea of stopping now felt like it would kill her. “No, Lillee, please. I want to taste your pussy.”

  Lillee slid two fingers into her hole, got them juicy, and slid them into Charibda’s mouth. The taste was so different than what she was used to, and at the same time, so similar. She didn’t taste any trace of Ymir, just Lillee Nehenna’s own sweetness. “There. You tasted me. And I think I liked you calling me mistress. Is that enough for you? Do you just want to taste me?”

  “No,” the mermaid said quickly, a bit frantically. “I want you to use my mouth, mistress, to make yourself come.”

  Sweat dripped off the side of Lillee’s face and onto her chest, sliding down toward a hard nipple. “Then I’ll give my little slave what she wants. This time.” Then she lowered her hairy pussy onto Charibda’s face.

  The mermaid was overwhelmed by the scent, the taste, the hair tickling her face, and she knew what to do. She’d done this before, but usually there would be another friend between her legs, licking her as well. Maybe several other women, all together, while their merman stroked himself, getting himself hard to fuck one of the women. Which would’ve been Charibda because she was the princess. She was mistress.

  Now, Lillee was the mistress, and Charibda wanted to please her. This felt new. This felt freeing. This felt...perfect.

  She did her best, tonguing the woman’s tight tunnel, sucking on her meaty lips, and then sucking on her straining little ohi, so big, so different than Charibda’s own magic pearl. Again, she thought of Ymir filling the elf. The idea made Charibda’s entire body tremble.

  While Lillee rode her face, the elf girl pulled on her nipples, making herself come. And Charibda felt every spasm and contraction. The mermaid rejoiced in every one of Lillee’s gasps and celebrated every one of her mistress’s sighs.

  Lillee slipped down to kiss Charibda, which meant she was tasting her own juices on the mermaid’s face. “Good little slave. Good little Ribby,” the elf girl cooed. “I think my dirty girl gets a present. But you can’t come without my permission. Understood?”

  Charibda blinked. She’d heard of sex games like this, but never in her life had she ever considered that she’d be playing them. And with an Ohlyrran?

  This was intoxicating. “Yes, mistress, I understand.”

  Lillee whirled herself around and got on top of Charibda in the Congress of the Crow, or that’s what the land people called it. In Aquaterreb, it was known as the Between, as in each person’s face was between their lover’s legs.

  Charibda had her tongue up inside the elf girl from a completely different angle. Both were tall, but still, Lillee was shorter, and so she had to lean forward to lick the mermaid’s sensitive ohi.

  The second Charibda felt Lillee’s tongue on her pearl, the mermaid came dangerously close to coming. She felt more of her juices dripping out of her
, and that seemed to thrill the elf girl.

  “So juicy, so salty, and so open. I can tell you want to fuck, Ribby. If Ymir were here, he’d fuck your naughty little pussy while I fucked your face. He’d come in you. I’d love to watch him fill your juicy hole.” Lillee returned to sucking on Charibda’s sex.

  The mermaid again almost came. She needed permission. If she didn’t get it, she might make her mistress angry. A deep part of Charibda didn’t want that. She wanted to please this elven goddess ravishing her.

  The mermaid freed her mouth. Neither woman could be hotter or sweatier. This was land sex, which didn’t have any water to wash away their sweat or their smells. The sex felt dirtier than ever, more visceral, and all of Charibda’s senses were alive. Other Aquaterreb women had talked about land sex being better than water sex, and Charibda had always scoffed at them. Now? She was dangerously close to loving it more than anything else in the entire world. And this was only a chitub and not a sex knot. How hot would this be with Ymir and all his women?

  The idea brought fresh sensations to the mermaid. “Please, mistress, please! Can I come?” Charibda wailed. She didn’t care if anyone heard her. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the orgasm that was dangerously close to consuming her.

  The elf girl sank back onto the mermaid’s face. “Such a greedy girl. No. I’m going to come again. Then I might give you some relief.”

  Charibda was desperate to make Lillee orgasm again. If the elf girl came, then she could too.

  Lillee didn’t take long, and after the spasms left, the elf girl laughed. “Now, sweet Charibda. Now I’ll let you come.”

  It took three licks, three sucks, and then Charibda lost her mind with pleasure. The waves of bliss swept through her, through every hole, across her sweaty tummy, hardening her tiny nipples, making every part of her body sing. She let out a surprised gasp at the sheer wonder of the ecstasy. The buildup, being denied, then given permission—all of it had felt so perfect—and the mermaid loved giving her mistress control of her orgasm, her body, her life.

  This was divine servitude. This was heavenly.