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Backyard Dungeon 5 Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2022-06-05 16:00:06 +0000 UTCI was still aroused from all the talk downstairs about sleeping in one big bed with all my wives, so I took hold of Ibseth’s supple ass, lifted her as she wrapped her legs around me, and pushed her back up against the closest wall.
“Oh, Eddie!” the Elven woman gasped. “I burn for you. My body calls for you all the time.”
“I want to be inside your tight pussy,” I growled. “Being pregnant has only made you hotter.”
As the petite woman’s body began to move and writhe with desire, I nuzzled my face against her velvety neck and kissed her skin.
Ibseth ran her fingers through the back of my hair, but her gentle caresses were firmer this time, and more urgent. Then my first wife released the grip of her legs around me, slid down the wall, and took hold of my belt buckle.
“I want to taste you, my king,” Ibseth purred, and she unhooked my buckle and pulled down my pants as she got to her knees. “ I wish to please you before you fill me with your manhood.”
“What’s gotten into you?” I grinned and was surprised by how turned on I was by this new side to Ibseth.
The petite woman just smiled up at me, and she pulled down my boxer as my impressive erection sprang back up to attention once it was released from the confines of my clothes. Then the blue-skinned woman took hold of my shaft with her delicate hand and guided my rock hard cock into her mouth. The sight of Ibseth’s full, pouty lips wrapped around my dick as she began to bob her head up and down made me start to throb in her mouth, and I tossed back my head.
“Uhhh, fuck!” I groaned. “You’re so fucking goooood at that. Jesus, Ibseth.”
I had to lock my knees to remain upright as the waves of pleasure washed over me.
My first wife went slowly at first, but then she started to pick up speed and take me deeper into her mouth, until I could swear I felt the back of her throat. When the pressure started to build in my core, I had to put my hands on the tiny woman’s shoulders and pull my hips back until my cock fell from her mouth with a wet plop.
“Not so fast, baby,” I snorted. “You need to have some fun, too.”
Ibseth giggled, and I got down on my knees in front of her and pulled my shirt off.
“Oh, Eddie,” Ibseth sighed at the sight of my bare chest as she moved to climb onto my lap. “You’re so strong and handsome.”
“Hold up,” I chuckled before I tackled her to the ground. “It’s still your turn.”
As I unbuttoned and pulled her tight jeans off, Ibseth pulled her sweater off and revealed my favorite set of her underwear. The bra was pink and sheer, and I could clearly see her round, plum colored nipples. The panties were a tiny thong, with little flowers embroidered there the leg straps attached, and I pulled them down her smooth thighs, threw them in the corner of the room, and then buried my face between her legs.
“Ahhhh!” Ibseth keened as I licked her clit and tasted her tangy juices. “Uhhh, uhhh! Ohhhh, Eddie! Yeeeessss!”
I grabbed the white-haired woman’s thighs as I relentlessly sucked and licked, and I greedily lapped up the pearls of moisture around the tight opening of her channel. Ibseth was so wet, and that turned me on all the more.
“Uhh!” the tiny woman moaned. “Ohh, gods! I neeed you inside me!”
Ibseth squirmed away, got onto her hands and knees, and wiggled her round ass playfully.
I got onto my knees again and grabbed her supple hips, and then I slowly pushed myself inside my wife’s narrow tunnel.
“Fuck,” I snarled. “Yesss! It’s like you’re even tighter than before.”
“Ahhh, uhhh! Take me, Eddie!” Ibseth mewled as she thrust her hips back into me. “I am yours!”
I pistoned in and out of Ibseth as she pushed harder and harder against me. It was like a wild animal had been released from inside my sweet, mild wife, and she fucked me like a minx.
As I jackhammered against her ass, the soft flesh jiggled with every sweet impact. I could feel Ibseth muscles tighten and contract as she got close to orgasm, and it was all I could do to focus and not cum right then.
“Yesss!” Harder, Eddie!” Ibseth pleaded. “I’m soooo close! I-I’m going to-- Ahhhhh!”
The blue-skinned woman’s back arched as the juices of passion squirted from her, and I slowed my pace enough to let her catch her breath.
But instead of collapsing, Ibseth turned, and my throbbing cock slid out of her. Then she pushed me to the ground in a fit of girlish giggles and straddled me.
“I want more!” the violet-eyed woman proclaimed. “I want you to fill me up!”
Then Ibseth lowered herself onto my cock and began to rock her hips back and forth as she leaned back, and her large breasts bounced up and down.
“Holy shit!” I hissed as I slipped in and out of my curvy wife. “Uhhh! You feel soooo fucking goood, baby!”
“Uhhhh!” Ibseth exalted as she threw her head back. “You’re sooo deep inside me! Ohhh, my king!”
I wrapped my hands around Ibseth’s hips, and my fingertips pressed into her soft flesh as I guided her hips back and forth. All of my senses were filled with the blue-skinned woman, from her smell to the sensation of skin against mine.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” I snarled. “Uhhh! Fuck, baby! You do that soo good.”
“I-I want you to cum!” Ibseth panted as her inner muscle began to tighten again. “Fill my womanhood with your seeeed!”
“Ahhhh!” My cock throbbed against her cervix, and then we came together as the combined juices of our climax spilled from my wife’s entrance.
Ibseth shuddered and crashed down onto my chest. Then we just held each other for a long moment, spent and content.
“That’s the best it's ever been,” I chuckled as I tried to catch my breath.
“Every time with you is better than the last,” Ibseth sighed and snuggled against me.
After we’d taken a moment to enjoy the afterglow, the two of us got up and started to get dressed. Then I noticed the wet spot on the carpet.
“Oopps,” I snorted. “Looks like we left a mess.”
“Oh!” Ibseth giggled. “Don’t worry. I’ll clean it up.”
“I’m going to go check out the shed out back,” I said as I buckled my pants, and then I wrapped my arms around the petite woman and kissed her. “I love you.”
“And I love you, my king.” Ibseth smiled at me with adoration in her purple eyes.
I flashed her a wink and gave her one last smack on the ass before I headed out into the backyard to take a look at the shed Dave had used as a man cave. As I stepped out of the backdoor, there was the sound of voices and work from Brock Stanton’s yard, and when I looked over, I was amused to see some men in day glow yellow shirts with a construction company’s name on them. The workmen had removed most of the fence between my new yard and Brock’s yard.
I smiled to myself as I watched them break the cement poured around Brock’s ridiculous pool. I wondered if Stanton regretted his claim that part of my property had been over his side of the property line, only to have a surveyor confirm it was his yard that had crept over into my property by several feet. Now, the work crew had to remove the cement and move Brock’s fence back.
Then I caught sight of the thick necked man as he stood on his back patio with his arms folded and a sour expression on his face.
“Hi, Brock!” I called over the sound of cracking cement.
I waved with a cheery smile on my face, and Brock just flipped me off.
It would probably have been better not to fuck with Stanton at the moment, but the type A asshole could go take a flying leap off a very short pier for all I cared. Brock was a bully and a dick, and hopefully after this he would give up on his weird vendetta against my wives and me. Nothing the bald man tried had worked, and now he had to sit there and watch his back yard shrink because he couldn’t let someone else win.
Served him right.
I walked past and went into the well kept shed as I chuckled to myself. The last time I’d been in there, it was filled with civil war miniatures, painting supplies, and a mini fridge. Now, it was a blank slate, and I could turn it into anything I wanted.
I looked around at the bare, insulated walls and the heated floor.
What would I do with this space?
Once Whitmire’s place was out of escrow, Nileme would move in there, and I supposed Amrila would stay in the trailer until I bought another house. That meant it would be a little while until I could convert the trailer into a man cave, but this place could be a quiet retreat for me until then.
I pictured a drafting table in one corner, some shelves or a big tool box against another wall, and maybe a work table for when I cleaned on my rifle. I could also get a gun case, a comfy chair, and maybe a little fridge. Maybe I’d also get a couple of big dog beds and put them under the work table for Growler and Dread.
Then I thought it might be good to build a heated doghouse in one of the yards for the garms. Winter was around the corner, and it would take a while to house break them, so I added that to my mental list, too.
I wondered if I would ever check everything off that to-do list, but I really hoped not. There was something about the list that gave me a sense of purpose.
I pulled out my phone and poked around online for a drafting table, mini fridge, and the dog beds. The work table was something I wanted to be able to look at in person, rather than order it and hope for the best, but I already knew the kind of drafting table I wanted, and I could get it within a few days. It would be nice to have a dedicated space to draw again. I still sketched from time to time, but it had been a while since I’d really sat down to draw.
Once I’d ordered some of the items I wanted, I looked around the empty space again and considered what I should tick off my list next. The biggest item was easily, “kill Ursenger.” But there were a bunch of steps to that one, and a lot of them would come after the meeting with the leaders of The Gloom.
But I could take the crystal shards down to the Dwarves so they’d have time to work up new bullets.
I headed back through the new house to let the ladies know where I would be. Amrila and Nileme were in the dark-haired woman’s new room and had the bed half reassembled.
“Hey,” I said as I knocked on the doorway and leaned into the room. “I’m going down to see Saggor and give him the new batch of crystals. Do either of you want to come?”
“I think I’ll stay and help Ibseth and Nileme get settled,” Amrila said as she tightened a screw on the bed frame.
I suspected that choice was driven by my Zencarri wife’s greedy heart. The horned woman knew as soon as the Elven women were moved into the new place, she’d have the trailer all to herself. But Amrila loved Ibseth and Nileme, and I suspected she’d get bored and lonely pretty quickly. I would have bet money it would be half a day before Amrila came over to the new house to hang out.
“Alright.” I grinned at the two women. “I’ll be back soon.”
I found Ibseth in the master bedroom as she put her clothes away in her new dresser.
“Hey, baby,” I said as I stepped into the room. “I’m going to see the Dwarves. But I’ll probably pick up some beer for them first. Do you need anything from the store?”
“No, my king,” the Elven woman said in her sweet voice, but then she thought about it for a moment. “Actually, I have been thinking about that one fruit for three days. What are they called? They’re small and red, with little leafy tops.”
“Strawberries?” I laughed.
“Gods, yes!” my petite wife gasped and clapped her hands together. “For all the love you have for me, please, bring me some strawberries?”
“Of course, baby.” I grinned.
Then I headed out and smiled to myself as I drove to the store.
My dad loved to tell stories about all the wild things my mom had craved while she was pregnant with me. To hear the old men tell it, you’d think he traveled the world to find the last jar of a particular brand of pickle in existence, or that he’d personally climbed a coconut tree to get my mom the finest coconut ever grown.
As a kid, I’d thought they were the funniest stories, but now I understood why my dad had made such a big deal about them. There was just something about a store run to satisfy the craving of a pregnant woman that made me feel more like a husband and father than anything else ever had, and as I pulled into the grocery store parking lot, I felt like the luckiest man alive.
I grabbed a couple of cases of beer and spent a little longer than normal to pick out the best strawberries the store had on offer, and then I headed back home.
“Oh, my love!” Ibseth squealed, and she looked at the strawberries as if they were the crown jewels. “These are perfect!”
“Not as perfect as you.” I grinned as my first wife happily popped one in her mouth, and her eyes rolled back into her head with the sheer joy and ecstasy of the moment. Then I kissed her on the head and headed over to the trailer to get the basket of shards.
It wasn’t easy to maneuver two cases of beer and the basket strapped over one of my shoulders as I walked through the tunnels that led to the home of the Lost Dwarves. Not that the beer or the shards were very heavy, it was just awkward and made the walk slower than it normally would have been.
But I made it without dropping or breaking anything, and once I got to the Dwarves living/work space, I found Tauric and Dorrem at separate tables, hard at their work.
Tauric was hunched over and in deep concentration as sparks flew up and swarmed the air around him. Dorrem, on the other hand, had an arrangement of glass bottles on his table filled with different colored liquids. He carefully poured a cloudy, light blue liquid into a beaker of a dark yellow substance that sat over a small burner with a tightly controlled flame. I didn’t want to startle either of them, so I waited near the doorway for a moment and quietly set down the beer on an unoccupied table.
I watched with keen interest as the cloudy blue liquid mixed with the thick, yellow stuff that had started to bubble, and as the gray-bearded Dwarf slowly mixed the two substances together, they turned a dull green and then slowly transformed into a foamy, bright turquoise color.
“Ahhh.” Dorrem let out a self satisfied sigh as he leaned back and looked at his work. “Tauric, if you’re done making a mess, we have company.”
Dorrem had on his usual gray tunic that almost faded into his beard and hair. Even the grouchy Dwarf’s eyes were gray. As the drab Dwarf turned to look at me, those gray eyes darted over to the two cases of beer, and he hopped off his stool, walked over, and then opened one case to take out a bottle.
“Good of you to wait,” Dorrem grumble as he helped himself to the beer. “If I would have rushed mixing those reagents, it could have bubbled over and burnt a hole right through the table.”
“Eddie!” Tuaric said in a hardy voice, and he walked up and also took a beer. “Always a pleasure to see you!”
“What are you gentlemen working on?” I asked curiously since the dark-haired Dwarf’s face and forearms were covered in soot.
“I’ve been putting together a mechanism for Beclin,” Tauric grunted as he took a gulp of beer. “He’s been working on a theory about how the ancients imbued metal with magical properties. The little man had dreamed up a pressure chamber he thinks would streamline the process, so I have been smelting, casting, and soldering valves for days.”
“Do you think it will work?” I asked as a curl of excitement coiled in my core.
Something like that would be a huge game changer. I didn’t really understand how much of the ancient Dwarves’ knowledge had been lost, or what all they’d been capable of at the height of their culture. But the idea that little Beclin could be on the verge of that kind of breakthrough seemed huge.
“There are some gaps in his hypothesis,” Dorrem replied in a dark tone. “I told him to test his chamber in a far corner of the citadel. No sense in blowing all of us up if he’s gotten a measurement wrong or a valve on backwards.”
“What’s he trying to do exactly?” I asked Tauric, who seemed far more optimistic about Beclin’s idea.
“I can take you to where he and Saggor are working and let him explain it himself.” The burly Dwarf smiled. “I’m just a lowly black smith and engineer. I put things together and pull them apart when needed.”
“Well, here are some more shards from the Crystal forest,” I told Dorrem as I handed the gray Dwarf the basket.
“Excellent.” Dorrem smacked his lips as he took another sip of beer. “I’ll start processing them while my reagent settles.”
“Make sure to leave some whole for Beclin,” Tauric warned. “His experiment will require full pieces of crystals and gems. Powder won’t do him any good.”
Dorrem mumble something under his breath, but Tauric and I had already started to head out of the Dwarves’ work area and into the corridors of the old citadel.
The two of us found Saggor and Beclin in a round chamber with large, stone tables carved all around the walls. The smooth walls had been polished to a high sheen, and the floor had thin channels carved into it in intricate patterns. In the center of the room was what looked like a metal coffin, with pipes and gauges that ran along its sides.
The design and execution of the metal box was out of this world. It wasn’t some cold, industrial contraption, but a work of art. But even the filigree and embellishments seemed to have a purpose beyond decoration. I couldn’t read Dwarven, but every knob and lever seemed carefully labeled in neat gold letters.
“Brothers!” Tauric announced our presence. “Our human friend has come to see us. And he brought more beer!”
“Eddie Hill.” Saggor smiled at me, but his eyes looked tired. “It is good to see you.”
“Good to see you, too.” I smiled back. “Tauric told me you’re working on something new.”
“It’s most exciting!” Beclin piped up as he gestured to the metal device. “If I’m correct, this chamber will allow us to enchant items with powerful properties.”
“That’s great!” I replied. “But how? I thought the cobaltite was all you needed to do that?”
“We can grind up the crystals, bind them with the cobaltite, and imbue metal with magical properties, like your bullets,” Saggor explained. “We could even create weapons and armor that have some magical effects by taking the crystal-cobaltite mixture and smelting it into the metal.”
“But with this chamber,” Beclin interjected, “we could add much more powerful magic to items, without adulterating or weakening the metal with additives.”
“Theoretically,” Dorrem’s gruff voice came from behind me as he entered the dome-like chamber.
“Theoretically,” Beclin conceded. “But it was possible once, and I think we’re well on our way to discovering how it was done.”
“That’s amazing, Beclin,” I said to the small, red-headed Dwarf. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Beclin smiled up at me, and then he shot a dirty look at Dorrem before he turned back to fiddle with his pressure chamber.
“That reminds me,” I said as I looked around at all four of the Dwarves. “Something wild happened the last time I used those special bullets Tauric made me. I was fighting this Orc, and he transformed somehow into the weird, swollen version of himself. I used the magic bullets, and they didn’t seem to have much effect at first. But after I had shot him enough times, they started to glow inside of him, and then they exploded.”
“They exploded?” Saggor repeated as he stroked his long, white beard. “Do you know what caused the transformation?”
“I think it was something to do with the Demon Lord, Belzat,” I replied. “The Orc had the Demon’s symbol drawn on his forehead in blood. I didn’t see the first part of the transformation, but what I did see happened really rapidly. He got all big, and his muscles grew until that started to crack his outer layer of skin. It was pretty gross.”
“It sounds gross,” Beclin squeaked. “But if the blood was that of a Demon, then it might have been an alchemical reaction to some property in the bullets.”
“It would be hard to say which, though,” Dorrem added as he scratched his lower stomach. “The bullets Tauric made are meant to be all-purpose in a way. They contain multiple elements, so we would need to know what about the Demon blood had triggered the creation.”
“I didn’t think to get a sample,” I snorted as I leaned against one of the stone tables along the walls of the room. “But Nileme and I had to fire more than a dozen rounds in his stomach before they exploded.”
“That’s very interesting.” Saggor nodded. “As we told you when we first made them, the formula may not have been as stable as we would have liked--”
“Beclin’s calculations were sound, for once,” Dorrem interrupted with uncharacteristic generosity. “They had to have reacted to the Orc’s blood. Given a profound state of transformation, it might not have been Orc’s blood anymore.”
“What do you mean?” I asked with a furrowed brow. “Like his blood transformed, too?”
“It’s possible,” Saggor replied. “If his transformation was part of a possession, then it might be that the bullets reacted to Demon’s blood.”
Oh, fuck.
“Well, it was useful at the time,” I said as I crossed my arms and thought back to the fight with Igurg. “Even though they didn’t slow him down at first, I could tell the bullets hurt him. If you could figure out what element in the blood the bullets reacted to, could you make bullets that would explode when they hit?”
I thought about how Ursenegr had the same swollen look Igurg did when I fought the Yennih chief in the woods. The idea that Ursenegr was being slowly possessed had come up before, but maybe there was something about the Mad Chief that made the process slower than it had been for Igurg, who’d looked like something was about to rip its way through his skin.
Ursenegr’s ego might be the difference between the two. The Yennih chief arrogance wouldn’t let him just give into The Demon Lord’s influence and become consumed by Belzat in the same way.
“That might be possible,” Dorrem said without a hint of his usual terse skepticism. “If it had something to do with Belzat, then you would need to find out the nature of the Demon. What is his domain? From what elements does he draw his power? If you can find that out, we could make bullets to counter it.”
“Fucking right!” I grinned as I looked at the dower Dwarf. “Then that’s just what I’ll do.”
“How?” Beclin asked in his clear, tenor voice.
“I don’t know yet,” I said. “But I know some people who could help.”
“Just don’t take too long,” Saggor warned. “The longer Belzat had to work his influence over Ursenegr, the more powerful Ursenegr will become.”
