Amethystra Pt. 03

The half-dwarf couldn't see beyond her bust, so she reached down and used one of the minor magical tricks she knew to conjure a slick, clear substance onto her palm and fingers. It grasped the green vegetable and coated it with the slick, conjured substance as she lowered herself down. Guided only by touch, she eased the vegetable into her slickened channel, sighing in pleasure as it entered her, stretched her, and filled her molten core.

Perfect.

Well, it would have been if it were attached to a warm, imposing body, at least. But she'd settle for this, as she had so many times in the past. Her hips crashed down onto the sturdy crates, careful not to dislodge her makeshift phallus. She rode it up and down, rocking her hips forward and back as she crashed down onto the shaft. Soon, her need outweighed her control. The crates were shifting under the unrelenting motion of her ass, and were it not for the grip her loins had on the vegetable, it might have already fallen loose.

So close!

She gripped her breasts, pinching her nipples viciously as her sex pulsed around the jostling vegetable, and though her powerful thighs were keeping her balanced, the crates were growing more and more unstable. She only needed a moment longer, a few more strokes, and then...

There!

Her body shuddered and trembled as she threw herself down, the curve of the vegetable pushing just right against her inner core—and then sliding out of her as she clamped down and the wooden crates shattered under her hips.

Vegetables rolled all around her, and she fumbled for the green cucumber as the slick length refused to stay within her hand's grip. She was at the crest of her orgasm, holding on for dear life as she tried to jam the slickened produce back into her hungry cunny. When she finally did manage it, it squirted right back out with her final orgasmic throes. Her walls clamped down powerfully and she nearly doubled over as she sat on her ass, laying atop shattered crates and spilled produce.

"Gods above," she panted, realizing only then that she had screwed her eyes shut. She opened them to take stock of the mess she had made, only to see a seven-foot-tall man standing at the bottom of the cellar stairs, arms folded over his burly chest, a smirk on his bearded face.

Reina's eyes went wide and she scrambled to recover herself.

"Easy," the giant man said. "You aren't the first, and you won't be the last, to indulge herself down here."

Despite his words, Reina felt very uneasy. Embarrassed, even. She struggled to gather up the spilled vegetables, mostly due to how shaky her hands and legs were after her self-care. Moreover, she couldn't shake the thought that this man had watched the entire episode.

"You didn't...you weren't..."

"I only came down after you shattered those crates," the big man said. He stepped forward, crouching down to help collect potatoes. "You're Silvi's new girl, aye?"

Reina nodded, cheeks flushed with a combination of exertion, embarrassment, and flaring excitement. Whatever this man might have seen, whoever he might be, he was as handsome as he was imposing. Reina couldn't shake the gnawing fantasies that were cropping up in her mind. And when the big man looked at her, she had the sinking feeling that he could see right through her eyes, into her mind, and was watching every lurid fantasy play out.

"Reina," she said. "From the Midenvale."

"Dwarf-blooded?" he asked, and Reina nodded reflexively. After a moment, though, she was surprised he had been able to tell. She thought—as did most—that she was simply a stocky human woman.

"What gave it away?"

"I've been around enough dwarves to know," he said with a smile.

"Who are you, anyway?" she asked. "I haven't seen you around the kitchens."

"I don't look familiar at all?" he asked, seeming perplexed. "Does Silvi keep you in the cellar?"

She smiled a little at his joke. "No, I just...keep to myself."

"Ah," he said. "I am Hammer."

"Hammer?" she asked, seeming confused. "Sounds like a dwarf name."

He laughed a little, and it made Reina feel self-conscious, as though she were missing something vital. "Leave the mess," he said. "Come with me."

"Silvi is expecting me. I am waiting on the Matron Mother of House Torvirr and her entourage," Reina said. She stared at the enormous hand offered to her.

"Silvi will understand. As will the Matron Mother," Hammer said. She looked up into his smiling eyes and knowing grin. She still couldn't shake the thought that she had missed a critical detail in dealing with this man, but she took his hand anyway and followed him up the stairs, out of the empty kitchen, and into a room off to the side of the dining hall. There were several guests already there, sipping their drinks and sharing conversation.

Hammer's hand felt good wrapped around hers. She wondered what it would feel like wrapped around her throat. She flushed as the stray thought crossed her mind.

"Come," he said.

Reina followed, resisting the urge to say, "Again?" She grinned to herself, despite herself.

Her libido was getting the best of her. She was so lost in her lurid thoughts that she didn't realize they were climbing stairs until they were halfway to a balcony that overlooked the dining hall. Dressed plainly in her overalls, her hand still sticky with conjured grease and her body humming with arousal, she followed docilely as he led her away from the dining hall and into a library. On the second floor, the double doors that lead into the library from the dining hall led to a wrap-around balcony with its own book shelves and sitting area. Opposite the doorway into the library were the spiraling stairs that would lead them down to the main floor or up to whatever was above them.

When they got to the stairs, Reina's lust-addled mind cleared enough for her to take stock of where she was and what she was facing.

The painting above the smoldering hearth at the end of the library was enormous, and she recognized the matron mother easily. She was beautiful, and the painting didn't do justice to her otherworldly beauty. It took her a moment to tear her eyes away from Luriia Torvirr to see the man next to her, tall and powerfully portrayed with a greatsword pommel in his hand, near Luriia's head.

It was Hammer.

The Barbarian King of Amethystra.

"Fuck."

She looked up at the big man escorting her around with wide, terrified eyes.

Hammer laughed. "Calm down, young lady. Whatever you are worried about, tell me. You'll face no judgment from me this night."

Reina had the thoughts she wanted to express, but her throat would not give voice to them. She felt foolish standing slack-jawed before the mighty barbarian, especially considering the first time he laid eyes on her, she was a quivering mess laying atop scattered vegetables and shattered crates.

"Reina," he said, turning away from her and walking down the spiraling stairs. "If you wish to work in my kitchens, you must be prepared to speak your mind openly and freely. Without fear of judgment or repercussion."

"Do you have this conversation with everyone Silvi employs?" she asked quietly.

"With whomever needs to hear it," Hammer said. "I insist that none in the employ of House Torvirr be fearful of speaking their hearts and minds. It is the foundation of my marriage to Matron Torvirr. It is the foundation of Amethystra. Open honesty is paramount to healthy relationships."

"How many have you come across in the cellars?" she asked.

"In your state? Dozens. When Silvi first joined the kitchen staff, I couldn't keep her out of the cellars."

"Truly?" Reina asked, eyes wide with shock.

Hammer nodded, laughing. "Don't tell her I told you that, though." They both came to the main floor, to a large reading table at the center of the library. "She was quite the wanton woman. And that has never changed."

"Have you ever..."

"With Silvi?"

Reina nodded, unable to look him in the eye.

"Not in the last few days, no," he said, smirking as he watched her reaction.

Her cheeks grew rosy swiftly.

"And Matron Mother Torvirr..."

"Hasn't joined us in a few weeks, but she has been busy with the children and diplomatic affairs. The Barbarian King I am, but a politician I am not."

"You're polygamists?" Reina asked. Hammer shook his head negative.

"I could never bind myself to another in the way that I have bound myself to Luriia Torvirr," he said firmly. "But our flesh has always been hungry. Sex is an adventure. A journey. A quest, if you will. When I lay with my wife, it is not the same as my other endeavors. And I can say the same of Luriia. Even now, it is likely that at least one of her dear friends is burrowed between her thighs."

"That does not spark jealousy?" Reina asked.

"Hardly," he replied, grinning. "It's thrilling."

"Does she feel the same of your affairs?" Reina asked. Her tone was more accusatory than she had intended, but Hammer seemed not to care.

"If you and I were to enjoy one another here, in the library, she would know as soon as we kissed, if not sooner. It is unlikely that she has not already felt something brewing," Hammer said, speaking slowly. "It would give her a thrill, a grin, and, situation permitting, she might indulge herself while feeling our indulgence play out."

"You are bound magically," Reina said. "That is powerful magic."

"It is the nature of her magic that allows her to experience my arousal. Our marriage ritual did not grant me any special, magical insight into her sexual exploits. It is by virtue of her bond to the goddess Syrune that allows her to feel me in those moments."

Reina nodded, understanding even though she had never heard of such magic before.

"Speak your mind, Reina," Hammer said, watching her chew her lip in thought.

"She has no say in who you lay with?" Reina asked swiftly.

"Of course she does. But unless she explicitly tells me to avoid someone, she trusts my judgment," Hammer said.

Reina bit her lip again. "Do I have to speak my mind?"

"I would not force you to, but it is important that you do when it affects those around you," Hammer said.

Reina unbuttoned her overalls and lifted her shirt over her head. She stood naked before the Barbarian King of Amethystra, breathing shallow, breathing fast. "I'm not so good with words," she said nervously. "Actions, though..."

Hammer grinned, and his trousers simply fell to the ground, baring his manhood, which hung heavily from his hips.

Thoughts vanished from Reina's mind, and she had no recollection of how she ended up with his manhood in her mouth. She didn't feel her knees hit the floor. She didn't feel him get hard in her mouth. She only knew that she was looking up at him, hands wrapped around his girth as her mouth worshipped the imposing crown of his member.

His crystal blue eyes smiled at her as he grunted in pleasure.

The taste of his manhood was exactly as she imagined it might be in the brief time she had known him. Strong. Powerful. Masculine. She couldn't help but salivate like a starving beast, and that flow dripped off her chin and onto her breasts as she savored him and stroked him. Reina lost track of time as she knelt before him, his strong hands combing through the short shock of hair sprouting from her skull, occasionally gripping it to firmly, yet affectionately, guide her.

She melted in his hands. She was his to command and control in that moment, and when he pushed her face toward his pelvis, she did the best she could to open her jaw, relax her throat, and get her over-zealous tongue out of the way. Reina gagged reflexively, and Hammer relaxed for a moment before pushing down again. After a few false starts, she was able to fit him beyond her normal threshold without retching. He held her there for only a moment before releasing her, grinning down at her.

Reina couldn't help but grin back up at him, despite her mouthful of manhood. She quickly resumed her delicious work, hands working at his length while she focused her oral attentions on his crown. It only occurred to her, just then, that kneeling before the giant man required her to stand on her knees, rather than sitting on her haunches like she normally would have. He towered over her, just as his length towered over her face.

She could see it in his eyes. She could feel it pulsing in her hands. It was light the first peel of thunder, building in the storm clouds. And when it came, she trembled. Her mouth flooded with a torrent of his molten flow, cloying around her tongue and clinging to the roof of her mouth. It ricocheted off the back of her throat, and she struggled to swallow it down as it came and came and came.

It was a deluge without end, and through it all Hammer was quiet, his entire, massive body twitching but otherwise taut.

Reina simply couldn't keep up. More than a little burst from the seal she formed around his crest with her lips, spurting out or flowing down her chin, onto her breasts in droplets. Swallowing him was like swallowing thunder, and his taste was like a sweet summer rainstorm.

And, like a thunderstorm, it faded as quickly as it was upon her. She was gasping for air when he left her mouth, though she was calmer now than she could ever remember being. She relaxed down to her haunches, then slid into a sideways sitting position. Reina didn't bother looking up at Hammer. Though her eyes were pointed at his shins, her gaze was far away.

"Reina," Hammer said, and she realized he had extended her a hand. She took it, and was pulled to her feet like she weighed little more than a sack of fleece. "Are you well?"

"Oh, yes," she said softly. Speaking felt awkward. It was as though her tongue would rather wrap around Hammer's shaft than form words. The thought made her grin.

"Silvi is waiting for you," Hammer said, and his tone implied that he was repeating himself.

"What?" she said, then shook her head. "Hells! How long have we been in here?"

"Not long," he assured her.

"Reina, come along," Silvi said, and Reina shouted in surprise. How long had she been standing there! Had she seen the whole thing?!

Face flushed, Reina followed Silvi until the Torvirr library was many rooms removed and she was in the bustling kitchen with the older Aesir woman. She was handed a silver platter, a decanter of some dark, viscous fluid, and a dozen tall glasses.

"Go to the dining room and see that everyone has a drink in hand, or that their drink is at least half full," Silvi instructed. "You can tell me about the library later!"

"Do I have to?" Reina asked sullenly as Silvi smirked at her.

"Absolutely."

Shandramethystra felt a certain kinship with the draconian woman named Lidia Lovedrake. Though the black-scaled woman could not see her, Shandra knew that Lidia could sense her presence somehow. It was as though Lidia, the half-blooded dragon, had some special sense. Perhaps it was only because Shandra carried the spirit of a powerful purple dragon within her, and that purple dragon had hatched Lidia after one of her countless dalliances with the "lesser" races.

As Shandra watched the draconian, she found that Lidia was far from the woman, the dragon, that Alluvamethystra was. Perhaps that was why the dragon had left Lidia in the realm of Balnyr. The pair had left the Free Marches in search of their own adventures, leaving behind Lidia's half-sister Cyra, who was even now approaching Lidia. Both draconians seemed cheerful to see each other, though Shandra knew that Cyra carried woeful news.

Even if she hadn't known, she could see the weight of the burden bowing Cyra's shoulders, even as she smiled and kissed her half-sister. Shandra kept to the shadows of the dining hall, having filtered in behind the rest of her companions, leaving Luriia and Iliari alone in the Dark Terrace. She wanted Lidia to have time to absorb the news before she made herself known. In many regards, Shandramethystra was all that was left of Lidia's mother.

Cyra knew this, of course, but Shandra wondered if the red draconian had made the connection—or if Shandra had simply undergone a magnificent transformation.

Shandramethystra watched as Lidia's face fell, sadness overtaking her for a moment, soon replaced by solidity and understanding. She embraced Cyra then, and the red-skinned woman took her in close, their horns tapping together from time to time. Unlike Cyra, Lidia had draconic wings sprouting from her back that unfurled and wrapped around her half-sister.

Shandra saw the foreigners from Valuar watching from a distance, curiosity and worry on their faces, particularly the fire-haired girl, who was worrying at her pigtails as they watched.

Her plan changed as she watched that trio, the handsome Sky Admiral, the silver priestess, and the younger commander of the Skystar. Rather than introducing herself to Lidia, she left her concealment and approached the visitors. Wearing a shimmering, opalescent gown of violet "scales," Shandra was first noticed by the silver-haired priestess, whose eyes went wide when she saw the tall, broad-shouldered naelf approaching them, her black-skinned ears poking through the shroud of straight white hair that fell around her shoulders and down her back. With a minor exertion of magic, she caused her hair to shimmer with a violet gleam when the light hit it just right.

"Welcome to Amethystra," Shandra said, startling both the Sky Admiral and his commander from their observation of Lidia and Cyra. "I am Archmage Shandramethystra."

"Gratitude," the silver-haired woman said. She bowed her head slightly in a unique manner. Shandra took it as a foreign sign of respect. "I am Fina, High Priestess of the Silver Moon. Sky Admiral Vyse and Commander Aika," she said, indicating her companions. "Pray, what news has befallen our dear Lidia?"

Shandra smiled softly at Fina, a sadness in her eyes. "Her mother has passed from this world," the elf-turned-dragon said.

Fina gasped, Aika following suit and Vyse affected a solemn look on his face. "I should go to her," Aika said.

"I wouldn't," Shandra said. "Cyra and Lidia are sisters. Old friends, as well. She is in good arms." As she finished speaking, the two draconians embraced. Lidia did make eye contact with Aika for a moment, but her gaze quickly averted when Cyra offered the winged woman an ale.

"I see," Aika said. She seemed at once forlorn and...jealous? "Did you know her mother well?"

"Better than Lidia or Cyra combined," Shandra said with utter confidence. "She taught me much of sorcery, of my lineage. And through her I gained more power than I had ever thought possible."

"How?" Fina asked, her silver eyes narrowing slightly. "Her mother was..."

"A dragon," Shandra said. "An ancient purple. Far beyond the centuries we could ever reckon, and beyond the years she herself had let on during her life. It came as a surprise to many, but her transition was not in vain. Even now, her bones and spirit enchant every person, every stone, every facet of Amethystra."

"Dragons are long enemies of Valuar," Vyse said, his voice stern and hard. "We feared their presence in the Free Marches, as we desired no violence in your skies."

"Nor shall you have any. Many infest the mountains north of here, but I am the only remaining dragon active in the Free Marches."

Vyse recoiled, as did Aika.

"Be at ease. Purple dragons are not known for their destructive tendencies," Shandra said with a purr. "Come, Fina, I believe you would enjoy my company."

The silver priestess looked to Vyse, who nodded warily. Shandra smiled at him sweetly, taking Fina's hand and leading her away from her fellows.

"Apologies," Fina said when she was alone with Shandramethystra. "Vyse is a good man, but our battles have taken their toll."