Roger and the Lesbian Elves

by MadHat886

A man name Roger must save his wife from the clutches of lesbian Elves. By Krellscholar. While looking through some old files, I found this old story in my files that's not mine. Seeing how it's not anywhere else since Greyarchive site shut down, I decided to post it. And it's been more then 10 years since the writer has posted anything.

9. On the Road Again, But Frustrated by Elv

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Roger rejoined reality, at least the reality of Alfheim, face down over two benches with two delightful partners wrapped around him. Flare was on his left, her thighs wrapped securely around his left leg, pressing her sultry, as ever always soggy pussy intimately against his firm, muscled leg. Almost absentmindedly she stroked his inhumanly lengthy cock, dangling half erect between the two bench seats he laid across.

Cuddling up to him on his right Hermione, nearly asleep but quite recovered back into her Mage form, pressed her own delightfully snug and warm twat against his right thigh.

Roger raised his head, looking first to his left, at the sweetly smiling Flare, then to his right, at the quiet Hermione. Turning back, he quietly asked, "Is she...okay?"

Glancing at the brown haired girl, then back at Roger, Flare nodded, and pulled relentlessly harder on his now doggedly stiffening meat, "Yes, you...removed the spell put on her by the Aesir!" Suddenly Flare looked at him with concern, "The Aesir! She was going to defeat My Lady Gem...using the same fairy dust that Hermione used on me..."

"Don't worry about Gem...I mean the Lady Gem!" Roger replied, lifting his upper trunk off of one of the benches by using his arms. "I took care of the...Aesir?...you call it?"

Flare suddenly squeezed his nearly fully ballooned dick, hard! Her voice was no longer soft and furry, "YOU took care of Victoria?!" Flare then looked at him with one eye closed. "How?"

Roger couldn't help the sheepish little smile he replied with, "Well, the same way I did Hermione..."

The Elf stared one eyed at him a long, tense moment before finally nodding her head as if his statement confirmed a long held suspicion. "Then you know the power of your..."

Roger grinned as he answered her verbal hesitation, "Gift? You mean I can break spells with this thing?"

Eyes widening in awe and glowing in reflected divine penile radiance when she looked down at the Anaconda beginning to jerk and throb in her clutching, meat stuffed hand, Flare nodded again. Breathlessly she added, "You can break many with this! So My Lady Gem wasn't..."

"Raped? Defeated? Enslaved to Desiree? Nope!" Roger replied, not without some overt pride as his eyes began traveling up and down Flare's lusciously naked form alongside him. Maybe it was a good time to ask for some...pay back! "Thanks to me, of course!" he added.

Flare's nearly adoring vision abruptly jerked up from his meat to his face. She sure looked kinda...grateful!

Bracing himself off the floor with his right arm, he reached over with his left to grope familiarly Flare's magnificently bulging asscheeks.

Flare didn't do a thing to stop him.

"Did you mean it, what you said...about me being your...uh...man?" Roger added, watching his hand thoroughly explore her buttmeat.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it!" she replied, laying her head down on the bench, eyes slowly closing as his fingers disappeared into deep, dark Elven asscrack.

Roger looked longingly at the Elf's beautiful, now calm face. "What does that mean? Are we married, or something?"

Flare grinned. "It means what I say it means! It means I am...close to you..."

"More than just 'friends', then?" he came back, penetrating her sphincter with his middle finger.

Flare jumped, then raised her head. Suddenly her face was no longer calm nor smiling, "Did you...fuck My Lady Gem?"

Now it was Roger's eyes that widened in alarm, and he hastily pulled his half buried finger out of the Elf's ass. "What? Whatever gave you that idea?!"

Her facial features were moving farther and yet farther away from the 'calm and smiling' stage of just a moment before. "Because you are still alive, that's what! If Gem got a look at your..." she shook his precum drooling cock jutting out beneath him, "...If she saw this, and didn't kill you, it was for the same reason as why I didn't the first time I saw your..." Then she jerked up into his no longer grinning face. Her voice rose another incredible octave, "You fucked her!" Her logic was ironclad!

Roger consciously closed his open mouth. Then, looking all too much like a boyfriend caught with another girl's 'perfume' on his dick, he "ah...um...er" for a long, agonizing minute before he could collect himself. "Well, you see...no! I...we...I didn't! She saw it...and got mad...really mad! But I persuaded her..."

"'Persuaded?'" Flare immediately jumped in, not believing a bit of it.

"...er...'begged'?" Roger replied with a pained, desperate grimace.

Flare nodded stiffly. "Since you saved her, she was merciful? Is that what you're telling me?"

Roger could only nod.

"Did she see it...your?" and the Elf squeezed his dong viciously, making a foot long strand of precum shoot out his slit at the tip.

"Well, a little..." Roger winced. That grip hurt!

"And you didn't fuck her?" the Elf didn't sound convinced.

"Honestly," he started, then he heard Hermione stir, "nothing like what I did to her!" he quickly finished, then turned to Hermione.

"You all right?" he tried to sound sincere with Flare painfully twisting her omnipotent hand around his tube steak.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes widening. Then she looked down at his fully engorged prick clutched in Flare's hand. Her eyes were really wide when she looked back up. "You're a...man!"

For a brief instant Roger flinched, expecting another assault. But then he realized that she hadn't used the word "man" as a curse or insult. He relaxed. Slightly.

"This is Sir Roger!" Flare introduced him brusquely. "Yes, he is a...MAN!" She didn't use the word as a curse, but it wasn't the normal usage of the word, either. Roger wasn't certain whether he liked her latest usage any more than the curse form!

"He is...your man?" the girl came back. It was instantly obvious that the girl had learned long ago that, in this land of rabid lesbian Elves, a human female didn't get in the way of any Elf and her...sex partner!

Roger looked at Flare who, in turn, frowned when she returned the glance. "Yes!"

Hermione didn't act shocked, or excited. With an almost clinical air, she nodded. "It's been a long time since an Elf became bonded to a human male! And not since Loki's time has it worked in Alfheim!"

"'Worked'?" Roger looked back at the brown haired mage.

Hermione looked at him with sympathy. "Only when Elves have journeyed to Earth have their..."relationships" lasted very long. Men don't survive for very long around here!"

"This one will!" Flare replied with surprising determination. "He has Lord Loki's cock!"

Hermione looked at the huge dong being waved around in Flare's greedily gripping hand. But the divine light of Loki was not reflected in her pretty brown eyes. "So, Flare, you see the Light of Loki in him?"

"In this part of him, I certainly do! And so do others..."

"Lady Gem?"

Roger felt Flare's grip tighten, throttling him. "Maybe!" she said with a distinct growl.

Hermione then looked at Roger with a little smile. "You must be the "Sir" Roger I have been hearing rumors of the past couple days! I am Hermione, who you have just fucked!"

"Uh!" Roger said sheepishly. "Flare told me..."

"You are blaming Flare for raping me?"

"No! It's just, well, that Aesir out there..."

"Aesir? Out where?" both females, human and Elf, interrupted together.

"That Victoria. She's in the hall, with Gem...Lady Gem! She was...raping Gem...I mean Lady Gem...when I stopped her."

"By fucking Victoria?" Flare added, with a less displeased glance at Roger's thoroughly unsettled face. She was a little less displeased, at least.

"By fucking an Agent of Desiree?" Hermione added with a wide eyed, impressively awed look. "I didn't think it could be done!"

Roger nodded and weakly smiled at Flare. "It seemed the right thing to do at the time!"

Hermione nodded and looked at Flare. "That would be a way of defeating an Aesir," then she looked at Roger, "if you have the right equipment!" Then the girl Mage reached out and stroked his drooling cockhead.

Flare squeezed him and Roger's...Loki's glans dutifully belched a series of wormy gushes of precum, all over Hermione's cockhead holding hand.

Roger grimaced and, with a grunt, said to Hermione, "When I came in here, and saw you..."

"Raping Flare?" Hermione, her wide eyes locked on the tacky strands of Roger gunk hanging from between her fingers, helped.

"Right. Flare told me to break the spell holding you by..." his words faded away as his meat began to jump. He was nearly squirting! Damn these babes were good!

"Well, she was right!" Hermione said, suddenly releasing his disgusting mess of a cockhead and jumping up. She sniffed her cum dripping hand, then took a quick lap, sucking into her mouth a long worm of Roger wadd.

Roger took a long minute, a too long minute considering Flare being alongside him, to look over that teenaged schoolgirl-tight body.

Flare yanked on his prong, in a most unsexy manner, to get his eyes back in his head.

"We need to get going," Hermione said after licking her hand clean. Then she began looking around for her clothes.

"They are in the other room," Flare answered, rising too, and leaving Roger hung out between the benches, but hardly dry.

He looked at the two lusciously naked creatures with an open mouth and bobbing, drooling prick. "Wait a minute! I thought you wanted me!"

Flare looked at him, then at his jutting god-pole. Then she sighed. "Maybe later! First I need to check on My Lady Gem!" Then she was striding, ball breakingly naked, towards the door.

Hermione took his arm as he rose. Together they walked after the Elf. She leaned near him, careful not to make any contact with the jutting, swaying bowsprit projecting nearly one and a half feet before him. "Some advice from another human who has lived here, around these sex mad, lesbian Elves of Loki, for way longer than is healthy for any schoolgirl. You must always remember: If you have Loki's Organ, you are the most interesting and exciting thing to any Elf. I dare say you could possess Flare, and any other Elf, sexually, whenever you wanted by just thrusting your...penis into her face! If rape is what you want! But your Flare has been Lady Gem's...'traveling partner' for longer than men have been wearing pants back on Earth! If you haven't noticed, all these Elves are flag waving, card carrying, born first and again lesbians! And most, like Lady Gem, are bull dykes as well!"

Roger stopped. He had never really thought about it...competing with Lady Gem, or anyone, for Flare's...affection.

Hermione pulled gently on his arm. "But I can tell that you have had a big...impact on Flare! She's really gotten attached to you! And, with that schlong, I can see why! But Lady Gem and Flare have been "girlfriends" for a long, long time, and Flare is very attached and dedicated to Gem! They have been through much, both in bed and in battle for the Queen and Guild, and are close in ways that a non-warrior would have difficulty understanding. But I think you can imagine, all those long missions together, those long, lonely nights out in the woods and grasslands...together..."

Eyes staring into nothingness, his imagination running wild, his memory of the two of them traveling here...the stream...the blowjobs!

They caught up to Flare at the door. She was peaking out the door, bent at the waist, her delicious butt thrust back at him.

From outside could be heard squeals and cries, loud and forced.

They were not coming from Gem.

Leaning over Flare's back, Roger peered out the door.

It was Victoria doing the screaming, all right. Her back against the hard wood wall, her hands futilely trying to clutch, to grip the splintering wood, her knees were wide spread, putting her into a near squat. "Lady" Gem was squatting, too. Only it was to allow her to jab her fist, and most of her forearm, into the Aesir's puss!

No exaggeration! Nearly two thirds of her forearm was inside Victoria's pussy! And a big knot, a bulge, could be clearly made out in the Aesir's usually flat belly, just below her navel.

Then the bulge moved! Down and then up the knot moved!

And Victoria squealed and screamed each time the knot stopped its rise just below her navel.

When Gem's fist, no doubt, smashed into Aesir womb!

"You WILL tell me the direction that the Bitch Desiree's raiders are taking! Won't you, Victoria!"

Teeth clenched, tears of impending submission and defeat streaming down her arrogant, pretty cheeks, the Aesir could only shake her head in habitual, now futile denial.

She knew!

With a certainty her girl guts screamed at her each time Gem's omnipotent knuckles punched and then ground against her cervix, she KNEW she couldn't resist the horrible, awesome, wonderful pain/pleasure of Gem's expert Elven FistFuck much longer!

Her belly was so swollen!

Gem, fire blazing in her eyes, glared at Victoria's hugely bulging belly. She looked months pregnant! She roared at her straining, whimpering victim, "Well, you will bitch!" Then, with a wicked smirk, Gem sent her elbow down.

And the bulge dropped.

Then, without warning or restraint, Gem's elbow rose. Violently.

And Victoria howled again, rattling the windows, when Elf first impacted Aesir womb.

But Gem didn't stop. She cycled her elbow again. Only she thrust up with even more force.

Then she did it again. And again! And again!

And Victoria's bulge turned into a blur and her belly began shaking and quivering like jello in a earthquake.

Now the Aesir's eyes rolled up into her skull. With a loud, warbling moan that sent Roger's low hanging, stuffed and swollen balls burning, Victoria's jaw dropped and she began lowering herself, squatting obscenely lower, right atop and around Gem's pistoning fist.

"Now you will talk, Bitch!" Gem roared in triumph as the deep squatting Aesir nodded her overwhelmed head.

"OOOO!" Flare, beneath him, suddenly cooed. She squirmed sensuously beneath him.

Roger saw her face had become a mask of pure adoration as she watched Her Lady Gem break the Aesir. It was as if she wanted to replace the Aesir at that very moment!

When Roger looked at the Mage alongside him and saw Hermione nod in return confirmation of his worse fears about Flare, Roger saw red.

Then his cock flipped up of its own accord and wetly smacked Flare perfectly between her spread thighs and deep into the asscrack between her bulging buttocks.

"Wooowooo!" squealed the Elf, who turned to confront the cock that had goosed her.

She wasn't happy!

But neither was Roger!

"I thought you wanted to tussle with me, now?" Roger said, trying to maintain his temper. "After I saved you from Hermione, I thought you would want to...you know!"

She stood glaring up at him, breathing heavily, not wanting to look down at his... "I need to help My Lady..."

"She doesn't need any help! What is this? You don't want to...mess around?"

"No! Of course I do! Its just...I have an obligation to My Lady Gem! I'm on duty!"

"You Guild Elves are always on duty! Its time for some R & R!" Roger replied, reaching out and cupping a perfect Elven tit.

"No!" Flare nearly yelled. Then she slapped his hand away! "I need to help My Lady..."

"Fuck Gem!" Roger barked, finally loosing his temper. "I wish I had, when I had the chance!"

Flare gave him the nastiest look.

"Okay! You asked for it! I'm challenging you!" Roger barked.

Hermione winced.

Flare's jaw dropped. "What?! What did you say?"

"I am challenging you to a...what do you call it?...a 'sex duel' will suffice! Come on, are you up to it? If that is the only way to fuck you, by raping you, then I will, damn it! Come on, you up to it?"

Hermione turned way, then made for the benches, shaking her head the whole way. Roger overheard her self-conversation as she walked away: "Stupid white man! By Loki, he doesn't know what he's asking for! Why do men let their balls do their thinking?"

"You are serious?!" Flare came back, losing her shocked demeanor.

"Of course! Let's get it on!"

"I'll show no mercy! You'd better wait at Guinevere's until I can get free..."

"Get free of that dyke?" Roger, losing it altogether, replied. "You'll never get free of her! I want you! I...love you! I want you for my own! And I want you now!"

"You don't know what you are asking for! What you are saying!" Flare came back, almost in despair. "You won't have a chance!"

Roger saw Hermione nod. "Hey, you yourself said I'm pretty good in bed! I can take care of myself! Now, do your worse!"

With a sigh, Flare nodded. She pointed to the middle of the padded ring.

Roger, trying to maintain decorum, at least as much as having a sixteen inch horsecock jutting out and drooling before him allowed, walked with the Elf to the middle of the ring.

Then they embraced and the match began.

Her kiss was wonderful. Warm, wet, with an incredibly long, slightly cinnamon tasting tongue driving to the back of his throat, she nearly had him squirting just from tasting her.

Roger was tempted to lose himself in that kiss, it was so lovely. But he remembered that he was finally in a sex match, and he needed to win!

Crushing the Elf to him, holding her belly and tits dominantly against the iron bar rigid, feet long cock encased between them, Roger sent his hands stroking down her svelte, smooth back. With Flame seemingly as lost in the kiss as he was, he sent his hands down further, filling them greedily with her bulbous buns.

He gripped her meaty buns, bulging her ass meat between his clutching fingers.

He owned that perfect ass, Roger overconfidently told himself.

She just maintained the kiss, only her tongue far into his mouth giving any indications of resistance to his advances.

Accumulating more and more impudence from the Elf's apparent lack of resistance, Roger began thinking about what to do next. With Flare, for all purposes, acting like the willing 'bottom' of his campsite memories/fantasies, Roger had just decided to force her, firmly but gently, down upon her back to ecstatically receive his all conquering love lance, when all his plans went up in an explosion of Elven reflexes and skill.

Afterwards, long afterwards, he managed to reassemble the moves she made that insured his defeat. His mere human, and male, faculties couldn't come close to recognizing and analyzing her moves in real time. They were literally a blur to him at the time.

Suddenly her tongue was gone from his mouth, and his footing as well! The first sense he noted, once she began her attack, was the reflexive response of having his feet swept out from beneath him. The little bitch, waiting until he stepped his right foot forward in preparation of forcing her backwards to the mat, caught his supporting left foot and hooked it forward with her right.

With all the dexterity of a hippo, Roger abruptly found himself falling backwards, instead.

Right on his ass!

"OOF!" he eloquently replied to her move from upon his recently mat planted back.

But, to his credit, he knew he had to at least get off his back before the damned Elf could get her hands on his, as usual, totally exposed dick! Quickly, for a human, he half rolled to his right, planting his left foot and preparing to jump back to his feet.

But he demonstrated clearly his lack of experience (and brains if one asked an observing Guild Elf) in 'sex fighting' by not first confirming Flare's position and movement before rolling. It was arguably his critical mistake.

That is, except for his challenge to the Guild Elf itself.

If he had looked before rolling he would have seen Flare's hesitation. To some the hesitation to pounce would be explained as being caused by Flare's respect for their 'relationship': She didn't want to crush his fragile male ego by too quickly defeating his clumsy efforts. To others it might have been the intimidation any Guild Elf would experience with a sixteen inch, arm thick Loki cock sticking up into their faces as Roger landed on his backside! Yet, to Hermione at least, it looked like Flare just wanted to drag out the enjoyment of beating the tar (or sperm) out of Roger, and wanted to wait for Roger's next incompetent move before pouncing!

Well, the half roll to his right gave her that opportunity! With typical lightning like Elven speed she grabbed his left ankle just as he tried to plant it. With a flick of her wrist to lift it back off the mat, she used his own momentum to turn his half roll into a full roll, until he was on his knees with his slim, but hardly Elven smooth and round ass sticking up in her face!

Roger barely had time to realize what had happened before the most exquisite and torrid liquid heat bathed his softball sized, low hanging nuts! Instantly he was paralyzed, the wicked pleasure was so divine!

His little Flare was using her foot long tongue on his balls! For a long moment Roger stayed, head down and ass up, letting the Elf thoroughly and most competently soak down his babymakers. Then the squirming, muscular and soaked tentacle moved up...into his asscrack! Then she reached his...asshole!

"Flare!" Roger barked in sudden terror, his eyes widening from the shocking, previously never before experienced pleasure of Elven rim job. "Don't ...damn...OOOH...fuck...don't...Flare!"

He had never realized having your ass licked could feel so...

Flare chuckled into his crack, laving her indefatigable tongue back and forth, over and over his anal pore. Once she had him suitably frozen, lost in torrid butt lap, the totally in charge Elf reached down and around his dripping wet, low hanging balls to wrap her hands around his throbbing cockshaft.

That is, she tried, for it took both her hands to reach all the way around his prodigiously wide meat.

But his size, which was actually no wider than her favorite horse's, did not deter her! Her hands, though small, were designed to 'handle' the inhumanly dimensioned, boisterously twitching, meaty and heavy sex poles of any male animal...better yet humans! Extending her arms, her cock wrapped hands flew down his prick, only ending at his widely flared crown. Then she pulled back, swiftly and powerfully, until her thumbs whapped almost painfully against his hanging balls.

Roger had never felt such strength! She had a grip on him that felt as unbreakable as steel handcuffs! He was helpless as she sent them again outwards, dragging his skin sheath with them, to crash sharply, and most pleasantly, against his swollen, purple cockhead. Then, just as dominantly, she pulled back to knock his nuts against her lush chest.

In three cycles she had him drooling buckets of gunk out of his prick. They came out as inch thick strands, coiled and stretching, hanging feet down to almost touch the mat before the ends would slide greasily out of his slit and the mess flop disgustingly upon the mattress beneath him.

Immediately another worm would begin sliding out...

From behind his now soaking wet asscrack, Flare, pumping vigorously, chided him, "M'Lord, what do you say now? Looks like you are ready to spew all over the mat, for me! Just beg me for relief, and I'll finish you off..."

Goddamn did she milk cock good! Roger was in serious crisis! He really didn't want to lose...to cum, but the bitch really had him! He couldn't hold back much longer...He felt his massive, cum filled balls tighten dangerously. "Flare, no fair!" he gasped, desperately trying to take his mind off of the Elf's wonderful tongue and wickedly competent jacking hands. "You're cheating! You didn't give me a chance! OOOOOHHH! Stop!...Please!"

She just laughed at his upturned ass. "All's fair in love and sex play, M'Lord! You should know that! Now, cum for me." She abruptly sped up her jacking.

Roger moaned wildly as orgasm neared.

"Good boy! Cum for me like a good little boy!"

Her last remark, the 'little boy' remark, finally sparked some serious anger in the ready to lose Roger. As almost a reflex, he jumped forward, away from her tormenting tongue and almost free of her jerking hands.

But not entirely free. With incredible strength for such a 'sweet little thing', her hands clamped down on his shaft and bent it backward as he surged forward on his knees. The result was he had to lower his head and roll over upon his back, otherwise the merciless bitch could have ripped his cock out by the roots! Worse, his move allowed her to keep possession of his meat.

As Roger rolled upon his back, his head now towards the Elf, he opened his eyes just in time to see a view of heaven: Flare straddling his face as she stepped on each side of his head. She was following his gripped cock, letting his rock hard meat drag her over his chest.

The view she gave him was impressive: full, smooth thighs on each side of his head while between them...firm, smooth, utterly hairless flesh split by a tight flaming pink slit fringed by small, floppy labia and the cutest little pink clit poking its snout out from between them!

Then she squatted right down upon his chest!

With an 'OOOF!", Roger felt her full buns press determinedly down upon his sternum, giving him a wonderful view of Flare's world...Alfheim, that is...class quality buns split by her dark crack. That crack smoothly slid, arrow straight, down between her buns and under her, almost to her literally pink rosebud!

Then she lowered her knees and thighs to each side of his chest, sitting on him.

And, to his humiliation, pinning his arms under her suddenly superheroine strong thighs!

He was suddenly pinned!

And Flare still had his meat in her claws!

"This is much better, M'Lord!" she said, starting up her merciless handjob. Within a few pumps his towering cock, as well as her milking hands, were dripping with his tacky gunk.

"You can't...gulp!...make me cum!" Roger gasped, shaking his head, but unable to throw off the suddenly weighty and all powerful Elf. "Look!" he tried, giving up on throwing her off. "Why don't we fuck? Okay? Anyway you like! That's what I really wanted to do in the first place! 'Rape' was just a figure of speech, Baby!"

"Like this is a 'figure of speech'?" Flare replied, speeding up her jerking. Then she sent her cum dripping left hand down to his balls, resting on the mattress between his willingly spread legs.

Roger hissed when she sank her talons into his left jewel...

Oh, God-awful-damn that did feel good!

Even one handed her jackoff was wicked. Her thumb flipped over the upper ridge of his cockhead crown at the perfect angle and, as disgustingly well lubricated as his cock was with his own gunk, the sound her hand made running over his crown seemed to echo in the room: "Snick! Snick! Snick!"

Now Flare looked over at a entranced, wide eyed Hermione in triumph! Looking at Hermione, she barked at her thrashing victim, "You are going to cum, are you not, Sir Roger? Can't resist, can you? Can't escape, can you? Now you know! Now you know our power! The power Lord Loki gave his Guild Elves! Now, submit!"

She leered at Roger's massively swollen cock, nearly nineteen gut busting inches long, and grinned insanely. She remembered, oh so long ago, Lord Loki himself training her in her most holy duty of servicing him, and his cock! All the long hours of exercising on his Holy Horn. All the violent showers of God cum covering her in heavy waves and spurts of jism. All the hot slimy meals of Lord Loki's 'Elf Food', as he...used to...call his spewing rewards for a handjob well done!

Roger was out of it. All he could do was whimper in beautiful, helpless agony. "Oh, Baby...PLEASE!" he finally wailed.

"'Baby'!? 'PLEASE"?!" Flare replied, sarcastically. "Oh, you mean this?"

Then she smoothly stopped her jacking and began twisting her perfectly greased hand around and around his totally swollen cockhead. In a blur she ground his glans, twisting over and over with brutal strength and awe inspiring accuracy. She hit all his spots with perfect power and friction.

Roger had never experienced such uncontrollable, orgasm demanding, friction before. It rushed over and through him with such speed and irresistible force that he only had time to start the most animalistic, primordial screams he had ever produced before spewgasm seized him.

They were the screams of the conquered. Wails of submission... submission of the doomed male to the merciless rape of the predatory female animal. The female TAKING from him what was due her...his essence!

Roger screamed and whined, his legs catatonic, his eyes sightless, rolled up into his skull. He didn't even hear the echoing 'splat' of his first massive spew smashing into Flare's forehead, right between her eyes. Or the second spurt, disappearing into her wide open maw. Nor the third, which ricocheted off her nose to disappear into the surrounding darkness. Or the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh...supersonic gushes of wadd that never saw the light of day.

Just the remorseless darkness of her gullet where they were swallowed once Flare engulfed his fist sized cockhead. Once she had the cockhead securely mouthed, she began grinding down on the poor male's glans with her pearly white, and wickedly sharp teeth, extending Roger's insane orgasm.

Her forced, desperate swallows of Roger's ballpudding was added to the squeal of sex-broken man's howl echoing in the room.

Roger finally managed to open his eyes some fifteen minutes after Flare mercifully set him off. He was drenched with sweat, still panting hard, and felt as weak as a puppy.

His first thought, however, was 'fuck it!' That was great!

He looked over at Flare, sitting next to him with a small, friendly smile on her perfect face. She must have licked off every bit of his load. He suddenly wanted to dump another pint of manchowder onto her face!

Then he looked down at his half erect cock draped over his left hip.

"You tasted...delicious, M'Lord!" she said, sincerely.

Roger nodded, then tried to sit up on his arms. He only got half way up! Looking at her, he smiled wryly, "Well, once again, I've learned...the hard way...about your reflexes. I wanted to get into a 'sex fight' with you! I'll not make that mistake again!"

"Was it a mistake to challenge me, M'Lord?"

"Well, yes! Wasn't it? Just ask Hermione over there! You kicked my ass!"

Flare gave him a quizzical look with her little smile. "I didn't kick your ass, I licked it! Didn't you like it?"

Roger gave her a crooked smile. "It was...different...no, incredible! Never felt anything like it. But no, I meant that you beat me so easily! Kind of hurt my male ego!"

"But didn't you...use my ass, back when we were traveling, without my permission, and yet I forgave you? Do you have to 'win' over me every time we...mate?"

Roger hung his head, nodding. She's right. He had been thinking of her as just a fuck puppy...But, then again, that's how she acted! At least in bed! He was so confused! "I'm sorry, but you're right! I guess I've been taking you for granted, at least when it comes to sex."

Flare's eyes sparked. "I guess men are like that! Lord Loki certainly was! Anyway, I've been a bottom with most of my partners..."

"'Men'...partners?" Roger jumped in.

Flare's laugh was like singing crystal. "Silly! I have only...serviced...two cocks in my life: yours and Lord Loki's! I've never left Alfheim, so how could I ever see another? I meant my Guild Sisters! Most of them are much more...dominate than me. I'm used to being on the bottom. My Lady Gem, especially..."

"Gem?"

"Yes, haven't you been told?" Now she looked...embarrassed.

"People have told me, one way or another, but I guess I never really believed..."

"Believe them!" she replied, growing soft in the voice. "You saw how she dealt with that Aesir out there, didn't you? From whom could I have gotten such an effective 'fisting technique'?"

Roger's eyes widened. "You mean you let her fist you..."

Her smile abruptly disappeared. "I don't want to talk about that...especially with you!" she nearly barked at him. Then, after an awkward moment of silence, her smile returned, "But you know what I DO want to talk to you about?"

"What?" he replied sullenly, shock and...fear on his face. Gem and...HIS...Elf...together...fisting...

She was all smiles again, eyes gleaming as she reached out and picked up his still huge, but emphatically limp cock, resembling now more an elephant's trunk with a purple apple stuck in its nostrils. A long strand of left over gunk hung a good foot from out the slit at the tip. Eying the yellow-white cum rope with still hungry eyes, in spite of the good cupful of Rogerchowder she had just imbibed, the Elf answered, "Since I...won the contest and haven't received any reward for...beating you, I was thinking that you should, in turn, please me! I would like to mount you...no, that is not enough!...Fuck me, M'Lord! Fuck me...stupid, like we used to, at our camp site."

Roger looked at Flare with a growing grin on his face that reflected the abruptly growing, all too male, fantasies popping into reality within his head at her husky (for an Elf) utterances. The idea of possessing the delicious Elf, freely using her charms until she was screaming full throated in ultimate feminine delight alongside a blazing campfire under the primordial night sky, sent bolts of raw, supreme (Homo erectus) male lust surging through him.

Then the grin faded when he looked back down at his nearly limp organ draped over her hand. With a crooked half smile from half embarrassment and half performance anxiety, he explained, "Uh, Baby, I'd love to...really! But, right now, I think I need a little rest..." He looked up at her still delightfully grinning face. "Maybe I could lick you off! That would be even better! Come on and sit on my face, Baby, and I'll lick that pink slit of yours into heaven!"

Suddenly he was fired up by the idea of watching Flare's nether-charms; her vividly pink, soaking wet, cuntflap lined girl slash, straddled by her full, smooth, wide spread and squatting thighs, forwarded by her jutting, baby butt smooth mound and flanked by a pair of 'to die for' plump, firm, and baby butt smooth Elf buttcheeks; descend onto and over his smirking, lip licking face...The stuff dreams...wet ones...were made of!

"No M'Lord!" Flare's response most effectively wrecked his licentious fantasies. "No, Sire, I desire penetration! Fucking penetration!" Then she began beating his limp meat in one hand.

"But Baby!" Roger whined, his mind and, most importantly, his dick not convinced her talented and dedicated hand could spring another huge boner out of him so soon after seemingly utterly draining him by suck and jerkoff.

Her smile, and confidence, never wavered. "Oh, M'Lord, I think I can persuade you!" Then her head was dropping towards his loins.

Roger had to smile at her persistence. Well, another blow job would be nice, even if he had no more 'reward' to give her!

Then her head passed South of his cockhead! On it dropped, her fabulous Elven tongue extending a good foot out her mouth as she descended.

Then she began lapping his still wet balls with her boiling hot tongue! Sloppily, and noisily, she soaked his babymakers down once again.

And did it feel good! Suddenly Roger felt a...twinge in his cock at her delightful nut wetting.

Maybe she could raise the dead!

Once his balls once again dripped with Elven saliva, she raised her head and watched his not as flaccid meat slowly grow in her firmly stroking hand. Then she extended her tongue and proceeded to soak down his meat!

Now that definitely felt good!

Soon his meat, more erect than flaccid now, was dripping with Flare's spit, just like his low hanging balls, and she watched a moment as her spit lubed hand flew up and down his responding organ. Then she went back to his balls.

Roger felt her other hand grip the inside of his right thigh powerfully, then yank his leg aside. Then her tongue slid down, right past his heating up nuts...

"Flare! No! You don't have to!" Roger gasped as he felt that tongue enter his asscrack. "You shouldn't do that! Please! Oh, fuck!"

His head dropped to the mat as her slimy and hot, and omnipotently muscular tongue plunged right into his asscrack, bulling aside his buns, and soaking down, again, his virginal anus and crease.

Roger squirmed in terribly uncomfortable pleasure. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this!

"Flare!" he gasped.

He heard, and felt through his tongue spread buns, her responding giggle!

"Flare!" he now barked. But it came out more like a whimper.

With a disgusting slurp she pulled her face out of his ass. Her tongue lapped at his nuts a moment. "You don't like my tongue in there?" she asked with altogether false innocence.

Roger could only pant and glare at her. She had no right to be this good with her tongue!

"Then, maybe, you'd enjoy this better!" she replied.

And Roger felt her non-cock beating hand slip into his soaked asscrack. "Flare!" he hissed in half warning.

Then a finger expertly inserted its tip in his anus!

"Flare!" he barked.

Flare just chuckled, then dramatically thrust with her ass buried hand.

"Damn! Fuck! You BITCH!" Roger howled as her finger effortlessly drove into his virgin butt. His legs locked, heels off the mat, while his hands formed furious fists alongside his hips.

Damn but it burned!

Then Flare, watching her fist working between his buns, then smiled, "There! There it is! OOOO! Good! You have one just like Lord Loki!"

Then Roger's eyes flew open as the most exquisite, horrible, burning pleasure roared up him from someplace behind his balls. Deep behind his balls!

Watching his cock swell like a balloon filling with air, the grinning Flare asked him in an excited, little girl babble, "Does that feel good? You like my finger there? Lord Loki really liked it when I did that to him! He got sooo big when I did this to him. Just like you? What do you call this?"

Roger felt that damned finger wriggle...far, far inside him. It felt...too good for any red blooded man to like.

But it swelled up his choad like nothing else! He was as big as he could ever remember! Had to be as thick as Flare's leg and nearly as long!

"Is this what you call a...prostate?" she asked, again. "You like that? Your cock does!"

Roger hissed as she poked his prostate again and another round of torrid pleasure/pain surged through him...and came out of his cockhead! What seemed like a cup of precum boiled out the tip and ran like thick lava...manlava...down his shaft to coat her jacking hand with babystuff.

Roger glared at her, his throat too constricted to permit speech.

But one look at him was all the communication Flare needed to know that the time was right!

Popping her finger out of him, she wasted no time in climbing up and straddling his hips, having to almost stand straight up to clear his incredibly swollen organ. Then she squatted slightly until her dripping wet snatch made hot contact with his cum belching cockhead.

Flare hissed oh so sexily while Roger just grimaced, trying not to spew again from the heavenly velvet heat of Flare's girlslit.

Suddenly he was so hot!

He wasn't gay, was he?

Then Flare took his mind off any debate over prostate stimulation and sexual preference. She simply whined down at him from her perch...sitting on his cock! "Please, M'Lord! Help me! Impale me on your divine organ! I'm begging you for your cock! Use me! Fuck me! PLEASE!"

Her words went right to his soul. At least, at that moment he thought so. Wasting no more time with himself, turning at once into the perfect 'self-sacrificing Gentleman', he reached up to cup her plump buns in his suddenly heroically strengthened hands. Then, nearly effortlessly, he lifted her, raising her feet clear off the mat.

She weighed nearly nothing in his hands now!

Leering up at the whining fuck puppy sitting in his hands and on his godlike cock, Roger could only think: She was in for it!

She immediately raised her knees until her handheld butt was the lowest part of her. With an eager nod of her, now, sweaty face, she acknowledged her submission to his masculine power.

At least to Roger it looked like that.

Was this a great place or what?

Pulling down on her butt grips, he watched wide eyed as Flare's consummately prepared and ready pussy burst open around his cockhead like an overripe melon and seemingly eagerly swallowed him up. The brief, window rattling and ear ringing screech at his abrupt penetration drowned out even the loud pop of her body's acceptance of Roger's sex lance.

Then, letting gravity take its course, he watched as the Elf's magnificently lubricated fuck tube swallowed him up, inch by arm thick inch, until she was squatting, sitting, on his hips, every life threatening inch of his Loki Cock swallowed up in bulging, pregnant-like, Elf belly.

For a long moment they stayed in that position, her panting and occasionally whining, he staring at the swollen tube, inches wide, outlined in her belly from just above her sex mound to a couple inches above her now bulging navel.

After that minute, without prior warning from Flare, she sighed and, planting her feet, then rose. Up, up, up, on her magnificently athletic legs she rose, until just his fist sized glans was all of him still within her. Immediately after stopping her rise, she simply relaxed those legs and sank, uncontrolled save by merciless gravity, right back around his bravely jutting pole. The most unladylike grunt she made when her buns met his hips again almost made Roger laugh.

Then she belched, and Roger did smirk.

Looking away from Roger's smirk, she ignored him, raising back up again, only to come crashing down, grunting and then belching again. Finally, secure that there were no obstructions within her to prevent her fucking the shit out of Roger's divine organ, she proceeded to do just that.

Squatting up and down in over foot long strokes, round, full, Elven hips flying up and down Roger's upstanding prick in a incredible blur, a glassy eyed Flare humped his meat, Elven-style! Her belly swelled and contracted in time with her humping, with her filling and then emptying of her cock stuffed guts. Her pussy vigorously, and noisily, sucked on Roger's dong in a most delightful manner.

To Roger, Flare's fucking was very reminiscent of their camping days: Wonderfully tight, wet, hot, sucking...perfect! Tirelessly, except for the sweat glistening on her perfect body, she rode his cock. She acted like she could have rode him all day.

And, with that body, she probably could have.

After a good five minutes of labored panting and whimpering, of loud spanking slaps and squishes of round, full, sweaty Elf buns violently impacting upon human male hips, Flare abruptly sped up her insane humping! "Oh, Sire! You are wonderful! You are so good to me! Fuck me!" she now wailed, quite loudly, as her hips flew up and down, always up and down, in a blur over Roger's iron bar hard cock.

Roger, with nothing to do save stay murderously hung and erect, was himself admiring Flare's charms. Her firm, conical, hand and a half dimensioned boobs stiffly jerked before his entranced eyes while her labia, stretched to the splitting point in trying to encompass his inhumanly wide cockshaft, gripped and suckled hungrily upon his immobile pole, as the mindless Flare 'exercised' upon his divine cockpole. Her smooth, normally flat belly heaved and sweated, swelled and contracted, as she slid down and then up, smoothly and rhythmically, effortlessly and strenuously, around Roger's elephantine Pride.

Only then he abruptly heard the door open.

Looking around Flare's flying hips, flying up and down around his all too MALE cock, he saw Gem...Lady Gem...peering in! Immediately upon seeing what Flare was doing...atop Roger's choad, her facial expression immediately changed from that of curiosity and concern, to...let's just say...something else!

Roger instantly recognized the facial expression as one belonging to the 'unhappy' corner!

Of course the smirk Roger gave Gem when the Elf caught his eye peering around 'her' Flare's furiously fucking hips didn't help.

Roger, though, was feeling his oats what with his beloved Flare first begging for his cock, then praising him wildly for doing nothing more than getting another magnificent, Elf breaking erection. Even though he would be told in no uncertain terms by Hermione, who was still watching with ever increasing nervousness from the benches, that he definitely didn't use his brains when he used his dick, he went on with his sudden inspiration anyway.

Hermione knew he would pay...later!

But now, his dick buried in delicious Elf belly, nothing else mattered! Grabbing Flare by her hips, he stopped her mad plunging and, rather skillfully, pushed her backwards until she was on her back with her legs spread wide and up over her head, and Roger was facing the now obviously furious Gem! Without hesitation he threw Flare's legs up until her ankles just reached his shoulders. Then, with the Elf completely open and helpless, willingly, to his violation, and his grin fixed on the red faced Gem's 'if looks could kill his entire family for three generations would be buried by now' face glaring back, he proceeded to fuck Flare good and proper!

Oh, how the sweet thing squealed, how she howled! How she came under his masterfully manly thrusts! He was implacable in his conquest of Elven femininity! Flare's belly swelled and shook like jello, her toes curled in orgasmic catatonia. Her asscheeks turned bright, hot red under the cracking, exquisite spankings from his heroic spit soaked balls bouncing off them.

Clutching frantically his powerful, muscular shoulders, drawing delightfully painful blood from her claws, she didn't...couldn't even try to stop his assault. Rather, she clearly urged him on with loud, yet breathless, cries of quite voluntary submission to sexual conquest, "Oh, Roger, Sire, M'Lord! Fuck me! I love you! Take me, I'm yours! I love you!"

Roger never took his triumphant face off of Gem's. He was way beyond thoughtful considerations. He was miles past common sense. He was Victory! Sexual conquest and Victory! He was too busy getting his, substantially enlarged, rocks off to worry about what might happen tomorrow! "Love that, Baby!" He said to the head tossing, sweat flinging Flare while maintaining his ill-conceived smirk at Gem. "Love my cock?" He added an especially brutal thrust into her offered up belly. "Answer me! Do you love my cock?"

The answer was without hesitation. "Oh, yes, M'Lord! More! More of your wonderful cock-AAAAAAHHH!" Flare squealed in massive orgasm. Most vividly she convulsed under the hard pounding MAN, squealing and jerking, completely out of it as the orgasmic waves seized her in time with Roger's womb battering thrusts.

Hermione, and especially Lady Gem, could clearly see Flare's eye rolling, drooling, convulsing orgasm under the alien male. Gem had to admit to herself that it was an awesome display of sexual power.

"Better than a fist, right pussy?" Roger added in triumphant stupidity.

Temporarily returning to her senses, Flare breathlessly replied, half deliriously, "GAAA! Yes! So much better! Grunt! I've never cum so much before! UGH! So well! You're...Grunt!...AAH!...so GOOD! Whine! Moan! Fuck me, Master! GAG! PLEASE!" Then, with her last utterance, Flare's shoulder clawing hands abruptly left him.

Roger's smirk faded a bit when he then felt Flare's fingernails suddenly grip his asscheek bouncing balls! "Whoa, Baby, you're gonna make me cum!"

She opened her eyes, looking up at him with a face a mask of worshipful bliss. She was into her schoolgirl-like babble, once more, "I want you to cum! For me! In me! In my womb! On me! All over my face! In my mouth! Drench me in your delicious gooey cum! Please!"

The nasty talk, in her husky, 'fuckpuppy' voice, combined with her most effective ball milking, rapidly sent the hard pounding Roger over the edge.

"Oh, Flare Baby, you are so...good at...making...me...cum..."

Then he was there! She pulled violently on his balls, holding him trapped in her sucking belly until he dutifully flooded her womb with his first spurt, then she released his nuts and seized his withdrawing shaft. Quickly bringing him arching over her heaving belly, she took up a vigorous and, for Roger, most satisfying jackoff, relentlessly forcing his orgasm on, spew after massive spew, right into her angelic face and wide open mouth.

Gem stood there, seething with fury she could not hide from Hermione nor the suddenly smirking, still sweat drenched Aesir overlooking the Nobel Elf's shoulder, as Roger unloaded into HER Flare's lesbian face! Then her eyes opened in alarm as the disgusting MAN refused to stop spurting under Flare's most talented hands! She couldn't believe how much tacky, yellowish, wormy ropes of lumpy testiclepudding she jacked out of him! He literally covered her face! With more than one coat!

Roger couldn't see Gem anymore. He couldn't see anything. His eyes were tightly closed, his teeth clenched, as he rhythmically obeyed Flare's expert jacking, pumping long, generous spurts of his precious babystuff all over his Baby's face, hair, tonsils and tongue. At that moment all he wanted to do was obey his Flare's commands to cover her with his cum. And for that moment to never end.

Was this a great place or what?

The sound of a car horn had Janey jumping up from the couch. "Roger, that's Sonja...I mean Ms. Smyth-Henny, for our exercise class! I gotta go!"

Roger came in from washing dishes in the kitchen and embraced his curly red haired wife.

She crushed her lips against his, passionately digging her fingernails into his strong upper back muscles.

Roger instantly knew, from her passionate kiss, that she was more than excited, aroused! "Hold on, Baby!" Roger said, after they broke the kiss. He dropped a hand to her full ass and pressed her always hot loins against the growing bulge in his pants. "Isn't this Smyth-Henny one of 'those' women from school? You know, a les..." he leered.

Janey put her hand over his mouth before the rest of the last word could get out. "No, she is not, stupid! Anyway, why should I care if she is? I'm no dyke!" She humped his bulge, pressing her smooth sex mound, blatantly jutting out her skin tight bicycle pants, against his pants entrapped jumping prick, just the way she knew drove her husband wild. She wore the 'panted-on look' pants for him, as well as her 'mall rat' low cut shorts when they went shopping, because, while 18, she still could wear junior high school fashions and, she well knew, he loved watching her round (In her opinion, actually too big.) buns rotate when she rode her bicycle back from class. "I'm a woman who likes cock...yours!"

Then she playfully ran one finger of her hand down the front of his chest. "You just want to watch me wrestle with Sonja, don't you?" she teased. Then, as he looked down at her hand, she rapidly flicked that finger up and flipped his nose.

But his crude accusation got her thinking. She wished Roger would stop all the innuendoes and evil chuckling behind her back about the totally inaccurate, and mean gossip on campus and all over town that the brilliant and successful businesswoman, her Professor of Women's Studies, Sonja, was gay!

Women's Greco-Roman wrestling, a new athletic fad just imported from Europe, was her latest excuse to exercise with her girlfriends and (female) teachers from school. It was part of the 'Women's Studies Curriculum' that Ms Smyth-Henny developed. It was very proper, as athletics competitions amongst friends went, and nicely strenuous. It was the most vigorous physical contact exercise she could perform with her 'girlfriends' without the least hint of sexual content.

Very Platonic.

And Sonja had not once touched her, and she had many opportunities while wrestling, in any inappropriate place.

Ever!

So there!

Yet, when she came home, in spite of the intense physical exertion of the workouts, she found herself not only quite aroused, but most responsive to her young husband's seemingly inexhaustible desires...requests...demands for carnal satisfaction atop her! It was as if the tight, hot, sweaty contact, totally platonic contact, of course, with her friends established an ever heightening arousal in her young, highly sexual body that she refused to even consider existed in her until she was safely home with her straight, ever-horny husband!

A sudden flash of minor terror gripped her when she oh so briefly thought: Could she be gay? Maybe just a little?

Then she quickly rejected it out of hand.

"N...No! Not with Smyth-Henny!" Roger laughed, throwing his head back from her rising, nose impacting finger. Then, after a couple more chuckles, he suddenly quieted, then added, "Now, that Desiree Loki..."

Janey gasped, then frowned with uncharacteristic anger and stepped back. Slapping him on his upper arm, stingingly hard, she yelled back, "She's no lesbian, and neither am I!" She glared at him rubbing his arm a moment. "She and I have never so much as shook hands, better yet wrestle! She has never touched any of my friends...so help me!"

But Janey had to admit, as Roger well remembered, last night, at the party Ms. Smyth-Henny had for her Women's Issue's class, that Desiree certainly had acted not the heterosexual!

She was tall, with long, black hair, unusually long, pointed ears, an exotic face with large, walnut shaped, but distinctly and eerily beautiful eyes. Roger, of course, instantly noticed her impressive boobs, big and perfectly formed, and Janey had to admit to herself that she was intimidated by those beauties, especially later that night when Roger started his typical groping of her in the car on their way home. The idea...no, fear, she had that he was thinking of Desiree while filling his hands with her own nicely sized but dwarfed by Desiree's boobs never completely left her that night as they made love...

She had taken an instant dislike to Desiree, what with her flaunting her charms throughout the party, wearing a semitransparent black blouse that revealed her firm, full melons' every quiver and jiggle! She even felt guilty about the dislike, for the woman didn't seem to be flirting with any of the husbands or boyfriends there.

As a matter of fact, it seem she talked only with the women...

And, when she was honest with herself, she had to admit that she had found herself admiring, from a healthy distance, those fold out quality tits!

More than once she had caught herself admiring them!

Roger was pouting, as was his (most men's) way of reacting in the face of seemingly irrational (to men) wifely fury at them for having seemingly harmless fantasies of their wives' having lesbian trysts with other sexy women.

"You are such a pervert!" Janey finally smiled, forcing down her anger at him. She was convinced that he would never stop his childish fantasies. She should feel assured that his lesbian fantasies included her, at least! "Look, I'll blow you...but not swallow it..." she quickly added. "I'll let you show me off on a nude beach, if you want! But, please, honey," she embraced him, her voice going all syrupy, "I don't like women! I have no interest in women as sex partners! Give it up! All I want is that big cock of yours! Most men would be happy with that, you know?"

Roger smiled in return, then nodded. Then he lied through his teeth, "Okay, I'll stop the fantasies about you and other women! But you'd better give me one nice humm job in exchange for giving up my dreams!"

The car horn sounded again and Janey kissed Roger...for the last time it turned out, then dashed out the door, big buttocks flipping and grinding together under her skin tight bicycle pants.

Roger just leered.

And fantasied.

"OOOF!" Janey went, rolling upon her back upon the wrestling mat immediately after Sonja declared her match with Sally, her newly reunited student secretary, a strenuous, painful draw. Panting heavily, her pebble hard nipples projecting through her sports bra and bare midriff t-shirt, Janey's clothes were soaked with sweat. They had been working out furiously for over an hour.

Sally collapsed upon her face alongside Roger's wife, she, too, gasping for air.

Sonja looked down at the two girls gasping for breath beneath her with satisfaction. "Well, part one completed," she thought. Desiree had promised her a 'reward' for collecting properly 'conditioned' young women for her. Women who would do the job Desiree had for them and whose disappearance would not be noticed. As an early incentive, Desiree had given Sally to Sonja, as an assistant and enthralled lover...

Almost enough to justify being enslaved to a monstrously endowed demon from another universe!

Looking over her shoulder, Sonja made out the telltale dim, reddish glow just starting up in the 'storage' room just off the gym room and opposite the small showers. "Time for part two!"

"Okay, guys, great workout! You two a certainly evenly matched! Why don't you shower before your muscles stiffen. Nice hot water!" Sonja cheerfully said.

Janey raised up on her elbows, looking up at Sonja. "Shower?" she started, then looked at the year younger Sally, "Both of us? Together?" It had been a long time since she had showered alone with just one girl.

"Sure, why not? Sally wouldn't mind, would you?"

Sally smiled, rising to her feet and offering Janey a hand. "No, I don't mind! It would give us a chance to work the soreness out of my shoulders! You really clamped down on them that last pin!"

"Sorry!" Janey replied, standing. "Sure, sure, I'd be glad to!"

Sonja's smile widened. "Good! I'll take a shower later. I've some...paperwork to do first! I'll keep an eye out for visitors, so you two can relax and take a good, long shower!"

They entered the shower stall, little more than a glass walled home shower about three times longer and containing two heads equidistantly separated. Sally yanked her t-shirt and sports bra off in one motion as they left the gym. She was yanking down her shorts even as she approached the shower stall.

Janey was suddenly taken aback at the girl's familiarity with her. Janey quickly noticed how shapely and toned the girl was, especially her round, firm asscheeks she flashed her with when the girl bent over to turn on both shower heads.

Janey had another sudden, but brief panic about her sexual preference as she tore her eyes away from Sally's jutting butt.

But Sally seemed to notice nothing. As the water heated up, she pointed at Janey's sweat soaked t-shirt while standing quite nonchalantly buck naked. "You going to take that off, or shower with it on?"

With an embarrassed smile, Janey pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her sports bra stuffed with her meaty boobs.

"Wow! Those are big!" Sally nearly squealed.

"Oh!" Janey gasped, looking down at her impressive boobs. Hastily covering her hard nipples with her hands, she added, "these! I know they're too big, but Roger..."

"I wish I had beauties like that!" Sally energetically replied. Stepping quickly forward, the girl grabbed Janey's sports bra by the bottom seam and began pulling it up. Then she hastily stopped. "Can I?" she asked.

Trying to fight down more lesbo-phobic alarms, Janey just nodded as Sally pulled her garment up over her chest. First one, then the other "C" cup boob dropped out of her bra's cups, each jiggling a moment before forming each a round, tapered mass of woman flesh, each sagging slightly to form a distinct pear shape, and each topped with a furiously erect nipple.

No sooner did Sally pull the bra over Janey's head, than the girl knelt at Janey's feet and tugged down her bicycle shorts! Janey closed her eyes in embarrassment as Sally pulled the pants to her knees and had Roger's wife's lightly furred pussy staring her in the face!

"Uh...I can't...uh...wear underwear with these pants..." Janey stuttered.

"Of course," a suddenly dry throated Sally croaked as she rose, eyes still fixed on Janey's twat. Except for a patch of fine, blazing red fur atop her pubic mound, Janey's pussy was completely and naturally bald. Her labia were perfect "pussy pink", the slit between them even "pinker". Her full, almost plump buttocks could be seen behind and between her thighs, pushing her twat forward. Her clit was still hidden behind her hood, too small to breach the protective labia except under the most aroused circumstances. But the little button was overwhelmingly sensitive.

Many a night (and lunch hour and morning before classes) Roger had simply forced her into, at times unwillingly, hot and passionate arousal (and most masculinely satisfying fuck) by simply reaching in between her full thighs and assaulting that little pebble.

Then Sally tore her eyes from Janey's already wet slit and looked into the shower. "Uh, its hot..."

"Yes, it is," Janey replied, not looking at the shower stall.

Sally offered Roger's wife a bottle of soap as she stepped into the stall. "Will you do my back, first?" she asked, hesitating in the open door. "Then I'll do yours!"

Silently nodding, Janey followed the lushly naked teen under the spray. When Sally stopped under the first head, Janey stopped, also. Squirting two spurts of gooey soap into her palm, she hesitated a moment. The pool in her palm looked so much, too much, like a man's...Roger's...cum...

Shaking her head briskly to drive her sudden, wicked thoughts out, she applied the soap to Sally's back and began lathering her down. The girl's back flesh was taut and underscored by firm, youthful muscle. Janey had to admit it felt...good running her hands up and down the girl's smooth skin. She was so much more silken in texture than Roger's substantially more muscular, and hairy, back.

And Sally didn't turn around after just a few back covering strokes to drive an ever rock hard and insistent prick between her legs!

Janey appreciated that...

When Janey remembered the girl's request, about her shoulder, she left Sally's thoroughly lathered upper back for the shoulder. Sally moaned sincerely in thanks as she applied her strong fingers.

Soon Sally was leaning back against Janey's jutting, full boobs, sighing sweetly, eyes closed with a blissful smile on her schoolgirl kissable lips.

Janey could look down over the shoulder she was massaging to clearly see the girl's youthfully firm and poking right tit. It looked about a 'handful' in her Roger's vocabulary, and her nipple was furiously erect.

Suddenly Janey wondered what that nipple would taste like...

With a sigh Sally stood upright. With a soft "Thank you" she turned to rinse the lather off her back. As she did she leered unabashedly at Janey's own larger suck sacks, she saw the nipples erect. "Now you!" she husked, taking the young wife by the shoulders and turning her around.

Janey nearly panicked with the girl standing behind her nakedness, but with a fear of being found out a prude, she suppressed the emotion. Then she felt Sally's hands begin to spread soap over her shoulder's and upper back. Once she was assured that the girl's hands were staying on her upper back, she began to relax.

Then those hands began to feel...good.

Really good.

Relaxing!

Again, so much different than when Roger did similar massages to her in the shower. Always, with him, he would barely get the soap spread upon her back before his slippery hands were under her armpits, hefting and pawing her boobs, heating her up. Or worse, sliding greasily between her buttocks, reaching for her seemingly always ready pussy.

Men only thought of one thing!

But Sally was patient, persistent, wonderful! Just the right pressure, just the perfect speed with her frictionless hands over her increasingly relaxing skin.

She suddenly wanted to lean back against the girl!

Then the hands dropped to her lower back!

Janey's gasp of shock brought Sally's response, "I've got to get everywhere back here, don't I?"

After a moment where Janey argued silently but energetically with herself while Sally continued to stroke and massage her concerns away, Roger's wife finally nodded.

"Good!" Sally responded and immediately began soaping down her big buttocks!

"Sally, no...!" Janey nearly squealed.

"Don't worry, I don't mind," the girl came back.

Suddenly, with Sally's rejection of her feeble protest, Janey melted. Her fears more forgotten than repressed, she began enjoying Sally's gentle, non-demanding fondling of her asscheeks.

Roger would be trying to mount her by this time, she told herself! She had never realized how...soothing having your buttocks massaged could feel!

Feeling Janey's big buns relax, Sally, as per Desiree's orders, moved into the crack.

Janey's eyes widened abruptly, but, again, as the hands did not become frantic and demanding in possessing her most private crevice, as her husband would have done in this situation, she started relaxing almost immediately.

Sally gave no sign of possessiveness, nor of being impatient. She just slowly, steadily, relentlessly, worked her way into Janey's deep asscrack, stopping often and regularly to apply more soap, but always returning to her goal. Soon her hands where buried in Roger's wife's butt crease, sliding on greasy soap, running over Janey's more intimate, and sensitive, parts of her body.

Janey couldn't believe how good the girl's hands felt down there! Instinctively, without thought or command, she spread her legs, opening her thighs to give the girl all the room she could ever want! Much more room than she would have voluntarily given her hard charging, hungry husband!

Then the girl's hands were gone! Leaving her buttocks nearly quivering, Sally squirted yet more soap into her hands before reaching under Janey's armpits to apply the soap to her ribs.

Just like my husband! Janey silently gasped as the girl's hands smeared soap over her ribcage, making directly for her heaving boobs.

Then, though, it was...Not like my husband! The girl's hands were not insistent, not boob grabbing. The girl didn't cup Janey's big knockers and heft them, mold them, tug on her stiff nipples. She just treated her tits as if they were just another part of her chest.

She smeared soap over them, but no differently and with no more emphasis than the rest of her chest. She just kept at it. Over and over she ran her slippery palms over Janey's jugs, always making sure her stiff fingers slid over the wife's stiff nipples, flicking them with each finger.

Over and over.

It drove Janey nuts. She had never experienced such steady, patient, relentless massage! It was most effective at making her so hot...for more. Unlike Roger, the girl knew how to relax her so she could experience, had to experience, every wicked, wonderful sensation her body could deliver to her fevered mind.

Her flicked nipples sent not the least bit of pain, like when Roger would pinch them always at the wrong moment. Intense, electric sensations ripped up from those nipples, surely with each flick of one of Sally's fingers. But the sensations were delicious.

Her pussy was soaked!

And, now, Sally's hands were roaming her heaving belly!

The moment of truth was at hand! Would she let Sally's hands go where only Roger's had ever been before!

Damn did she want the girl to do to her twat what she did to her asscrack!

But the moment never came, for, at that very moment, both females heard...something!

It was a cry, like some small animal had just been stabbed...murderously so.

Sally's hands were suddenly gone! Stunned, Janey stared straight ahead as Sally's hands pushed gently on her shoulders, making her step under the shower spray. After a quick rinse, Sally threw the shower door open and, taking Janey's hand, dragged the wife out with a "Let's see what it was!"

Thumping on flat feet, still with a glazed, stupefied face, Janey mutely followed the girl, both of them dripping wet.

At the gym door, the sight before her froze Janey in her tracks.

It was Sonja doing the screaming. On her back, on the mats, she was being furiously...fucked by a tall, pale skinned, long, straight black haired woman...

Janey gawked at the scene. The top of Sonja's head was to her, the woman's legs seemingly forced over her sweaty, absolutely naked body, her ankles hooked on her assailant's wide, pale shoulders. Janey could see right down Sonja's thrashing body, between her tits with those inch long, rock hard nipples, over her heaving, sweaty belly, right to where...a huge prick slammed in and out of her wide spread pussy!

Fucked by a woman with a huge prick!

A woman with huge ears, too! Almost rabbit like ears, coming to a severe point. She had smallish tits, but perfectly conical with vividly pink, pebbly hard nipples. Her cock equipped hips were slightly narrower than Janey's, but her waist was much more narrow. Her buttocks were not as bulging, but, in their size, were shaped...perfectly.

And she was fucking the shit out of Sonja!

And Sonja was letting everyone know it, too!

Then Janey saw Sonja's upthrusting toes suddenly clench, and the woman howled and wailed in orgasmic defeat.

Sonja's warbling, gasping screams as her conqueror plowed her heaving belly echoed off the walls. The waves of ecstasy from Sonja seemed to physically strike Janey...right in her womb.

Powerfully, relentlessly, irresistibly Sonja was fucked into near unconsciousness by the tall, exotic woman. Abruptly Sonja collapsed into a whining, panting lump under the still hard pounding woman. No sooner did the woman's cries die down than her rapist pulled right out of her soaked and stuffed cunt with an echoing 'slurp'. Then the woman jumped up and her suddenly wicked, sexy gaze fix right on the dripping wet, absolutely naked Janey!

Janey gawked at her huge prick, shuddering as bolts of fearful excitement surged through her at the vision! She had never imagined such a long, thick cock, better yet seen one before! Had to be nearly twice as long as Roger's and as thick as her wrist!

Only there were no balls...

Nor a cockhead...

With a sudden mental jolt she realized: It wasn't a cock!

The woman patiently let the panting wife gawk at her 'organ' a moment, a big smirk on her face, before interrupting. "My Dear! I am Victoria, Desiree's...assistant! And you must be Jane!"

Janey tore her gawk away from Victoria's organ to her alien, and intensely beautiful, face.

Big almond eyes, sharp nose, deep red lips...fangs...

She had never seen a woman more alien, or more desirable!

She responded in a quivering voice, suddenly the most lonely human in the universe, facing the sexiest of hell's creatures, "W...Who a...are y...y...y...you?"

Victoria's laugh was like crystal breaking, making Janey's womb flutter, "I told you!...Oh! You mean 'what' I am? I am an Aesir, an Elf in the service of the Dark Lords!"

Janey couldn't stop shaking, though she was hardly cold, "An...Elf?!"

"Yes, and your Mistress! I am to take you to Desiree...for her use!"

Ragged fear at the Aesir's statement broke Janey's timidity. "No way! Sonja! What is going on?"

A quick glance at Sonja confirmed there would be no help from her. She had rolled over into a fetal position, convulsing continuously and vigorously in waves of irresistible, untouched orgasm.

"Oh, Sonja, you ask? What did I do to her? You see, my child, she wanted you for herself! Can't have that! You are for me! You can't have your cunts changing their contracts at the last moment! So I...persuaded her to honor her promises!" She flexed her 'organ', demonstrating its awesome size and strength to the panicking young wife.

"You stay away from me!" Janey yelled, but it came out more like a squeak.

Victoria chuckled as she took her first step towards the terrified wife. "You don't understand! Desiree needs your...energy! All she want's to do is fuck you for a few weeks, until she fucks all your sex energy out of you! Trust me, you will love it! She will insist that you do!"

"No! You can't!" Janey gasped, stepping back. "Sally! Do something! Get help!"

"Certainly I can! Oh, I am so forgetful! You see, my Dear, I must fuck you first! A little reward from Desiree for my collecting you! I am certain you will not mind that, either! You see, I already have done the same to Sally, which is why she will not lift a finger to interfere. In fact, I expect she's hoping to serve under me just as soon as I've delivered you to Desiree! So, sweet thing, if you will just assume the proper position on the mat, legs up over your head, if you will, I'll have you screaming your love of Elven mega-clit in less than a minute. I promise!"

Looking at Sally, Janey saw the girl, eyes fixed on Victoria's jutting clit, back away from the combatants. Janey realized she was on her own. "No way, you rabbit eared Bitch!" Janey cried, bolting, buck naked, for the door to the outside.

Unfortunately Victoria had planted herself between the young wife and that door.

Victoria tackled her easily and as powerfully as an NFL lineman as she tried to run past. Picking her up by the waist until both legs were flailing uselessly in the air, Victoria slipped her hot, iron bar hard clit between Janey's legs until her pussy lips were naturally but involuntarily wrapping around the brutally wide clitshaft.

Janey squealed, partly in shocking thrill from the huge, wickedly hot clit between her thighs and partly in furious frustration at being so easily caught. But the bitch was strong! Incredibly strong! Suddenly Janey froze in the face of such overwhelming strength!

"What is that thing?" she cried in full panic.

"What, this?" Victoria replied, flexing the fifteen inch long pole between Janey's labia. "Oh, just a gift from Desiree. Its my clit, only 'slightly' enlarged! Like it? You will!"

Victoria then threw her to the mat like a sack of flour.

The wife "OOOF"ed again as she landed. Janey wanted...tried to leap right up, intending to kick the Bitch's head in for she wasn't without fighting skills, but the landing stunned her lower body. She only got up upon her hip as her legs refused to respond properly. Looking up at the smiling Aesir, she realized she was in trouble.

For a few long long moments she would be at Victoria's mercy.

Victoria had no mercy for Janey or any other pussy.

Grabbing her shoulders and rolling the gasping, both fearful and angry wife upon her back, the Elf demonstrated her inhuman strength and power by effortlessly hauling Janey's full thighs and slim ankles up over her belly and chest until her legs looked like Sonja's had earlier: Thighs alongside Janey's heaving belly, knees outside her jutting boobs, feet sticking straight up into the air.

Janey loudly but futilely slapped at the Elf's rock hard arms and shoulders as Victoria, undeterred by the young wife's humbled defenses, climbed upon and slipped into Janey's Sally soaked saddle. Without effective impediment from the wife's increasingly desperate but also ineffective resistance, the Aesir expertly lined up her 'weapon' with Janey's wide open pussy.

Janey was just getting the cobwebs out of her when she felt the wickedly wide crown of Victoria's clit tip bull into her soaked pussy. "Enjoy!" Victoria smirked into the now terrified and frustrated Janey's face, then thrust.

All Janey could do was howl.

The first thought Janey had as the incredible width of Victoria's "cock" spread her like nothing had ever done before, was how...good it felt. No, REALLY GOOD! Like the rapidly growing feeling that such pussy stretching pleasure should never end!

When the inhuman length came into play, and Victoria most satisfyingly plowed into Janey's rarely touched by Roger cervix, stars flashed behind the pierced woman's eyes and she, quite involuntarily, moaned most sincerely.

Victoria, having seen and heard the same thing so many times before from human women experiencing real, thorough penetration by Elf clit for the first time, just smirked.

And continued to grind away against Janey's womb. She looked down the wife's prostrate body to see her womb bulge up, forming a knot just beneath her navel.

Janey couldn't believe how God Damn Good that pole felt so far inside her! Within seconds, within just a few grinding rotations against her dislocated uterus, she was hooked on the pleasure, all of her thoughts of resistance, of escape, crushed under alien penetration bliss. She opened her eyes to see that her formerly arm slapping hands were now fiercely gripping Victoria's rock hard Deltoids, literally holding her down upon Janey's open and receptive body!

With a final sob of despair, she saw Victoria nod knowingly down at her, then the Aesir's hips pulled back.

Janey closed her eyes in bliss as her belly empties of demon pole. But she knew it was only temporary. She knew that the mad, irresistible plunge back into her was only seconds away. She knew that plunge would destroy her will and mind and marriage and humanity.

And she could do nothing about it!

"No!" she whispered when Victoria's withdraw stopped. She pleaded up at the triumphant Elf with wide, wet, desperate eyes.

"You will thank me!" Victoria replied, then thrust.

All Janey could do was take it.

And she did. Loudly. Deeply. Repeatedly.

Her howls of unholy, inhuman bliss echoed off the gym walls as her arms dropped to the mat so her claws could frantically grip and tear the plastic cover. Her belly heaved and swelled, her toes curled alongside Victoria's ears, her knees where planted into the mat alongside her swollen tits by the hard pounding, dominating Elf.

And the former human woman named Janey exploded under Victoria, her sweet, fresh orgasmic energy eagerly sucked out of her through the fifteen inch, arm thick clit piercing her very soul.

Just as, soon, Desiree herself would be doing.

Roger remained arched over the double overed Elf, eyes closed in utmost male bliss, shuddering occasionally as Flare's inhuman tongue, all near two feet of it, wrapped around and then buffed him clean of his stringy, glans hanging, left over wadd. Neither he, nor the Elf, what with her face plastered with swirls of yellow tinged eggwhite icing so generously bestowed by Roger, could see the glaring, nearly apoplectic Lady Gem in the doorway, furious fists at her side, arms and legs catatonic with barely restrained rage.

But Hermione, still on the bench where she had observed Roger's "feeding" of Flare with not a little awe from the phenomenal capabilities of Roger's literally godlike "appendage", did clearly see Gem's reaction.

And shuddered even more...

In the terminology of her old school, "Hogwarts": That was one pissed Elf!

Finally Roger opened his eyes and, with a grateful, adoring smile down at the Elf beneath his gargantuan hose and softball sized babymakers, began using that dork to shepherd his colloidal semen from her forehead, cheeks, and bridge of her nose into her open and hungry mouth.

Flare immediately and eagerly, as well as quite noisily, gobbled up his nearly taffy consistency gunk.

Hermione saw the Aesir, her smirk of revenge at the Noble Elf's discomfort a mile wide, lean further over Lady Gem's right shoulder and remark, much too loudly for private conversation, "Looks like Flare has found a new 'Master and Commander', eh?"

Hermione winced when she heard the "quiet" remark, watching Flare's Commander go ballistic.

Gem's eyes flared, then she jerked her head towards Victoria's still over her shoulder. With vision blurring, lightning speed she ripped her right arm behind her and gripped the Aesir by her long, midnight black hair. Yanking Victoria's head back, instantly changing her smirk to a painful grimace, Gem moved her face before the Aesir's. "Look's like you haven't had enough, eh, Desiree's Bitch?"

Yanking the Aesir's head back further in violent emphasis, Lady Gem looked over her left shoulder at the still prostrate Flare under Roger, "Flare! Enough playing around! Front and Center!"

Roger wasn't even looking at Lady Gem when Flare's eyes popped open in shock at the barked command. Without warning the Elf gripped his hipbones with typical Elven reflexes and literally heaved him off her! Roger, most ungainly, flipped and landed on his ass and skidded noisily on his sweaty butt skin about a foot across the wrestling mat.

Flare was up and at attention before Roger could stop butt-hopping across the mat. At rigid posture, perfect tits jiggling from her rapid maneuver off the floor, she barked back in the high pitched near shriek that went for the Elven battle cry, "Sir! Prepared for orders, Sir!"

A small smile crossed Lady Gem's face in response to Flare's immediate response to her command. That was more like it! Tugging on the still grimacing Aesir's hair, she barked, "This Bitch requires more...interrogation!"

The Elf looked with a broadened smirk at Victoria, raising her other hand...in a fist.

Victoria, eyes wide in real fear, shook her head as rapidly as Gem's hair grip permitted.

Looking back at Flare, Gem continued, "You will assist me!" Then she saw Roger rise from the mat, his humongous cock still stiff and fat.

For a moment her smirk faded and her eyes glowed in reflected divine light.

Damn! That does look like Lord Loki's cock...

Then her eyes narrowed and she added, "And you, Man...er...human! Put that thing away!" Immediately turning away from the motionless Roger and the rapidly approaching Flare, she dragged the whimpering Victoria out of the doorway.

Roger took a befuddled moment to gawk at Flare's rhythmically flipping and grinding buttocks as she hurried to Her Lady's service. Then he saw the equally naked Hermione rise and step down the bleachers towards the door. With a shrug, Roger followed.

At the door Hermione turned to him. "You had better do what Lady Gem says. We're liable to have more visitors when that Aesir starts howling again!"

Nodding, taking another look at Hermione's not skinny ass, Roger went and donned his costume. Sliding it over his head, he felt the talisman, the 'Amulet of Frigg', banging around in the big interior pocket. With a rush of memory, he remembered Ms. Hobson, and what she had told him about the amulet.

Stepping up to Hermione, already hearing the pitiful screams of Victoria impaled on Elven arm, he silently handed the amulet to her.

Hermione frowned at first, seeing the brightly blazing gold talisman in Roger's hand. Taking it with some suspicion, she glanced at the front. Then she froze.

Suddenly flipping it to the obverse, her lips moved as she slowly but steadily read the ancient runes cut into the back. Then her eyes widened alarmingly. "The Amulet of Frigg!" she gasped, literally in shock. "But it doesn't exist...at least not here!"

Roger, his hood thrown back, just nodded. "It does now!"

"From Earth?" Hermione came back. "They said at Hogwarts that it was hidden somewhere on Earth...It's been missing from here so long that many don't believe it ever existed! Are you sure this is it?"

"I can't tell you from where...from whom I got it," Roger said. "Just that I believe the person who gave it to me, and...they said it was genuine."

Hermione stared into space a moment. Then she peered out the open door at the howling Aesir, mindlessly squatting upon Gem's furiously pumping arm. She took Roger by the arm and led him to a quiet part of the room. "We must not be overheard by the Aesir or any other of Desiree's agents!" she hissed.

Roger nodded his understanding.

"It must be accepted and assumed that Moonbeam will be reporting to Desiree about you and the fact that Lady Gem is here on a mission for the Queen. There will be additional and infinitely more dangerous Agents of the Dark Lords heading this way soon! We cannot delay any further! Lady Gem must communicate this to the Queen, now!"

Roger remembered what Ms. Hobson had told him. "Do you know anything about a necklace or something called the 'Brisingamen'?"

Hermione literally gasped. "'Brisingamen'! You know of that?"

"Isn't the Amulet a set of directions to where it is hidden?"

Hermione nodded. "Look, you must never mention that again! It is the most...holy object to the Guild Elves! They think it will bring back Lord Loki..."

"Wait, he's gone! Chopped to pieces..."

"Will you be quiet, you brainless male!" Hermione hissed. "Haven't you gotten it through your thick, pussy obsessed head that the Guild Elves, especially, have built a culture, an entire life view, not to mention a religion, on bringing him back? Of course," she looked carefully around them first before going on, "Of course I know what happened to him! Everybody does! Its just the Guild refuses to acknowledge the truth! They're so hooked on your...His Schlong that they can't admit they'll never get it into their bellies again! So they developed this myth that the Brisingamen will bring him back, if it could only be found!"

She waved the golden amulet at him. "THIS they believe can find it!"

"But, according to...well, the person who gave that to me, only a human male can use the Brisingamen."

Hermione nodded, recalling Hogwarts. "Probably right. At least from what I can recall from my studies at Hogwarts, the predominate belief, outside of the Guild, is that a human male must activate it! But the Guild believes the Queen's virgin Daughter, Margarita, is the only creature that can activate it! And as soon as they hear about this Amulet, they'll hack you to ribbons if you get in their way!"

"Why then tell them? You and Flare and I can..."

Hermione rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Do you know what this says about where the Brisingamen is hidden? The Impassable Mountains! Right next to the Dark Lord's lands! We would have to move into the teeth of the army of Aesirs that Desiree will be sending down here to stop the Guild's Army! Those Agents will cook you alive and have you for dinner after they fucked Flare and I into babbling cock-toys!" She suddenly thumped her hand against his limp but still massive cock hanging between his legs under his costume. "You are not the only...thing...in Alfheim with one...or more...of those! You happen to just be the only one that a Guild Elf would accept voluntarily up her belly! We need some troops...Lady Gem's troops...if we're going to get the Brisingamen!"

Roger climbed down from his horse, deliberately softening his stiffness induced moan so as not to be recognized as anything other than a typical female Arcastrian. They had been riding a good eighteen hours with but two short stops...stops mainly for the benefit of their horses.

Numerous soft voices and subdued sounds began to gather as the other members of the expedition began to unpack for the camp. From alongside his steed, Roger looked under it and saw its feet long 'horsecock' jutting down nearly to the ground. It was drooling profusely over the bright green grass.

Roger appreciated the horse's condition. His stiffness wasn't just in his legs from riding all day. It was in...other parts of him, from not riding all day with Flare upon his lap!

Damn his balls burned! It had been well over a day ago when he had last spewed into Flare's angelic face. His nuts were stuffed!

As was his cock! He could barely keep it from pushing his costume out like a tent!

He hoped that Arcastrians didn't treat their mounts like Guild Elves did! He looked around the developing campsite, seeing every other mount in the same, 'extended' condition as his. They had been moving so rapidly all day that not a single Elf had been able to nurse on her mount.

Yet.

Roger had new sympathy for Elf steeds!

But now he could clearly see that they were wasting no more time. Both the mounts and their riders were eager to get their mounts 'bedded' away...

As the slurping, whinnying, gagging, and forced swallowing rose over the campsite, Roger thought: They made quite the little army...

Lady Gem was in command, of course. Hermione and Flare had rode next to her all day, each on their own mounts. With them, ball gagged and trussed up like in some Japanese bondage magazine, was the Aesir, Victoria, her horse tied to another trooper's nearby horse. Roger, likewise forced onto his own mount, had been carefully and always kept at an appropriately distant position from Flare's round, horse back straddling ass. Then there was Gem's troopers.

There were eight. Led by Striker, Gem's 'Sergeant', there were seven 'enlisted' grunts. Striker was an appropriate name for the Noncom. She had the most impressive physique, in terms of musculature, of any Elf Roger had ever seen. Almost the same height as Gem, she had impressive muscles (especially her asscheeks!), and could make a sword sing in her hands.

Her job was to watch HIM!

Which Lady Gem made a point of clearly defining to Roger before they left in the middle of last night. He guessed he should be grateful that she was professional enough to let him know that she wouldn't betray his real masculine identity to her troops. After all, the Queen had specifically ordered that the Arcastrian be included, after Hermione insisted to Her to include him/her. But Gem also made it clear that he would have a minimum of freedom on the trips, especially in their camps!

Especially with Flare!

It seemed that the sergeant could not only hear Gem's commands fully, but could also read her mind. And Striker always obeyed her Commander's orders and wishes to the last letter!

The topmost order to Striker from her Commander, while in camp at least, and issued right in front of him when they had begun the mission, was that Roger would not be allowed any contact, communication or location with or near Flare!

Secondly, no privacy with any of the other Elves!

But, of course, being Arcastrian and a sex slave trader, he shouldn't expect any of the other Guild Elves in the party to accept any invitations from him/her!

The seven troopers were typical Elf: Each in their own way deliciously beautiful, and willing to show the Arcastrian/Roger that beauty constantly.

The Arcastrian just couldn't touch...

With ANY body part!

Suddenly one of them, Sharpeye, stepped up to him. He recalled that she had been assigned to him last night, to take care of any 'needs' (non sexual, of course) that the Arcastrian might have on the road. She looked suspiciously into his hood, not missing a single move of the slaver. Instinctively she always kept one hand near her sword or dagger.

Sharpeye was one of two Bowelves in the troop. She, like her sisters, was a looker with light brown, typically curly hair, and a fuckable physique not unlike Flare's except for noticeably smaller, but still perfectly shaped, boobs. Like the other Bowelf, her smaller tits was to allow for clearance of their bowstrings when firing arrows.

But she still had a nice, plump butt beautifully displayed by skin tight, light brown tights!

"I have come to relieve your mount, if you do not want to do it yourself," she said, immediately, and quite eagerly, squatting down under Roger's more than eager steed.

Roger silently directed her with his outstretched arm and open hand towards the huge, cum pissing horsecock and watched as she skillfully, and most eagerly, starting gnawing on horse cockhead.

As her noisy suckling picked up, Roger suddenly turned and then stepped away. His balls burned just from hearing Elf nursing on cock! As she began gagging in preparation of being fed, Roger nearly ran away.

He found a running stream nearby, the sounds of the burbling water finally drowning out the sounds of gagging, hungrily swallowing cocksucking Elf. He stared at the running water, wistfully recalling other streams and other nights...but with only one Elf!

"Do not stray too far, 'Arcastrian'!" suddenly came Gem's voice behind him.

He spun around, seeing a widely grinning Lady Gem some ten feet behind him. Next to her was a non smiling Flare. "Desiree's agents could be close by, even this soon," she said. "I would hate to...lose you so soon..."

Then she turned, flashing him her own meaty, tight encased Elf ass, then hesitated. Looking over her shoulder at Flare, who had not turned with her, she softly but gruffly barked a little command. With a start, Flare immediately obeyed, turning her back, and perfect ass, to Roger and stepping up to her Commander. Gem, still with that little smirk, dropped her left hand and, nonchalantly, gripped Flare by her bulging right asscheek. Only then did she walk away, back to camp, dragging Flare with her.

By the ass.

Roger's heart sank.

Shortly later, all the mounts apparently serviced, the camp lit up with a fire and the sun finally allowed to set, Striker appeared to...request...the Arcastrian join the others in the safety of the camp.

Sitting against a log before the campfire, a log, Roger uncomfortably noticed not unlike the one he had draped Flare over, so long ago, to introduce her to the 'joys' of anal penetration, he was handed a cold leg of mutton and, gratefully, an equally cold mug of ale. Striker 'joined' him, sitting about four feet away down the log, with her own, warmer meat and, probably, colder ale. Then Victoria, hands tied before her, ankles shackled, was chained by the neck to the log a couple of feet on the other side of Striker.

He swore that the Aesir was given a nicely warmed piece of mutton!

Roger then rapidly noticed that no one else even sat against that log. Everyone else sat across the fire from him!

He had a thoroughly rotten meal. The mutton wasn't nearly warm enough, the ale not nearly strong enough to relieve his self-pity.

After the meal, all the utensils efficiently cleaned and put away, the Elves, without orders, began settling out.

In pairs.

One trooper climbed a huge boulder on the edge of camp to act as guard/outlook. The others quickly paired off.

In a most friendly manner.

Striker stayed right where she had ate her dinner...well within sight of Roger. And Victoria had to stay where she had been chained.

And the other Elves paired off in the near darkness along the edge of the fire light. Even Hermione...Roger saw one of the troopers half lead and half drag the rapidly being unclothed girl towards the trooper's bedroll.

To keep her 'warm' through the night, no doubt!

Roger was miserable.

And Striker wasn't much happier. It was obvious that she had someone else she'd rather be handling that evening rather than an Arcastrian or an Aesir!

When the camp had paired off and settled down, suddenly Lady Gem stepped up to the fire, right in the middle of its brightest light. She rotated, facing each pair of Elves or Elf/human girl laying along the arc of shadow/light on the opposite side of the fire from Roger. Then she faced Roger, a big, cold smile on her face.

Without further ado, she opened and then pulled off her tunic!

Roger's ears, and prick, picked up! He had forgotten what a nice rack that Elf had! In the vivid contrast of glaring firelight and accompanying black shadow they looked even more jutting and full! Like some 1950's sweater girl or Maidenform bra ad, only without the sweater and bra! Her blatantly displayed, flaming pink nipples looked the size of half dollars!

He suddenly closed his knees to keep his cock from tenting his costume!

With a wicked smirk, Lady Gem then turned her back on him. Her hands went to her waist as she bent over, seeming thrust her ass right at him! Smoothly she tugged her tights down over that round, firm, full ass...

Roger almost moaned as she thrust her 'almost fucked by him' tail seemingly for his benefit right in his direction. From less than ten feet away he could see everything she owned! That he almost...could have had! Openly, brazenly brandished: Her deep shadowed asscrack, the crimson, had to be virginal, anal pucker far into it, even her pussy pink slit, glistening in the firelight.

The Bitch!

Rising, dexterously kicking her tights off her ankles, she turned back to him.

His cock nearly broke his restraining legs trying to jerk up when she spread her thighs and flashed him a long, wet view of perfect Elven pussy, shiny, crimson, ready...

With an arrogant smile her hips then began swaying. Right to left they swayed, slow, smooth, without the least hint of jerk or flip. Like on greased ball bearings her hips swayed in a slow, silent dance that boiled his balls!

Then her arms rose and extended. Then they were waving, like some belly dancer's but somehow different, moving to and fro as her hips tossed and her perfect boobs started quivering. Her outrageously narrow waist bent right to left supplely, in perfect counter to her lusciously wide and meaty hips while her flat, smooth belly sucked in to force her jutting sex mound, with her bright pink labia and sex meat, to jut forward at the end of each sway with quick, smooth, repetitive thrusts, almost into his face!

The Bitch!

Silently, or maybe to a music, a rhythm only the Elves could hear, she increased her erotic gyrations. Her hips rotated vertically, one side up, then the other, while her belly fluttered, her arms swayed fluidly up and down, then to and fro. And, of course, her breasts, those Mt. Everest of suck sacks, capped now with pebbly nipples that seemed to glow in the fire light, quivered like over firm jello.

They screamed at Roger for his nursing.

All night long.

Then high pitched, but gutteral nonetheless, voices appeared from the edge of darkness, emitted in time with Lady Gem's swaying. They sounded like drunken sailors, Elven sailors drunk on good ol' fashioned lust. They urged their consummately sexy lesbian Commander on, on to even greater levels of nut busting, pussy soaking, woman enslaving Lesbian Elf Lust Dance!

He suddenly heard Hermione cry out, a sweet little schoolgirl cry of sudden, delicious, terrifying, mysterious sex pleasure as if she were in the hands, for the first time, of a skilled lover under the bleachers of the school gym. The high pitched, but crude laughter returned by the other Elves seemed to just drive Gem into greater heights of torrid liquid lesbian depravity.

Roger looked at Striker. She was transfixed by her Commander's dance of lust. Eyes wide, locked on Gem's every move, her face shone with lusty sweat, her nipples jutted through her tunic. Her panting was clearly audible to him.

His swollen balls generating every more desperate thoughts in his sex possessed mind, Roger looked for any means of releasing the horrible painful pressure in his babymakers. What would happen if he just whipped out his divine dork and shoved it into Striker's face?

The answer was immediate: She would probably die choking on him, and he would die choking on his own blood from a half dozen Elven swords in his back!

Suddenly his fantasy was broken by the gathering cries of a new name..."Flare! Flare! Flare!"

Flare! Oh no! Roger's overheated blood suddenly went ice cold.

Roger looked back to see Gem, swaying and undulating constantly and skillfully, offering her arm to the darkness. Roger silently prayed not to see what he knew he would see...

Wide eyed, Flare appeared out of the darkness, walking directly towards her erotically swaying Commander.

She was panting up a storm, even worse than Striker!

Not missing a sway or hip thrust, Gem cupped Flare's chin and raised her flushed, sweating, adoringly wide eyed face up. Their lips met, just their lips, but the kiss could have started a forest fire.

Roger chewed on his lower lip as the kiss continued, and Flare whimpered into her Commander's mouth.

Halfway through the kiss, Flare's hips began to sway in time with her Commander's. By the time Gem broke the kiss, Flare was moving like Salome, in perfect time with Gem.

As if they were one.

Abruptly, without doubt, Roger knew, even he could tell, that this was not the first time for Gem and Flare before the fire.

Gem looked over at Roger's hood, knowing he was watching, that he couldn't pull his eyes away from her perfect seduction of 'his' Flare. With a smirk at him, the Bitch Gem reached for Flare's tunic.

Without command, as if intuitive, Flare raised her swaying arms over her head as Gem pulled her tunic up. Roger winced when he saw how stiff Flare's delicious nipples were.

She continued to sway, to grind, to dance, always in time with Gem, even when they were not facing each other.

With ego crushing finality Roger remembered what Hermione had meant about the lesbian relations the Elves had here. Those two had been doing this 'dance of fire' together long before Salome!

How could a mere male hope to break into such an ancient, intimate relationship?

How could a god hope to win?

Now all the Elves where chanting, urging, in distinctly high pitched and obscene terms, the two dancers/lovers in their beautiful, horrible intercourse. That is, all except the one presently fucking the howling, thrashing Hermione. She could clearly be seen, on her back, legs spread wide, knees up over her heaving belly, with a long eared Elf head buried in her saddle. What that foot plus Elven tongue was doing inside the schoolgirl's belly could only be imagined by a mere male outsider like Roger!

He turned away from the dancing, loving pair, seeing the Aesir, still tightly bound, now staring in sweaty lust at the delicious pair. Even she was possessed by Gem's eroticism!

Flare and Gem slowly returned to facing each other, still in lock step in their undulations, still in time with the chants of their fellow lesbians. Then their eyes locked, and Flare almost eagerly stepped up to within a foot of Gem's gleaming body.

Then Flare, an almost pleading look on her face, pulled open the knot at the waist of her tights.

Gem, with only a brief, but devastating, smirk at the despairing Roger, dramatically plunged one hand down the front of Flare's loosened pants!

Flare's head tilted back, her eyes closed in bliss, her mouth open in gasping, panting shock, as Gem took a nice long count to explore what had to be one soaked pussy!

Roger's teeth hurt from grinding against each other.

Flare's knees nearly buckled as Gem probed her. Soon her Commander was holding Flare up as the Elf lost all timing and coordination and began convulsing wildly. Flare was talking up to Gem, desperately pleading with her. But Roger couldn't...didn't want to...make it out.

Then Gem nodded to the Elf, pulled her hand out of her pants, and waited.

And Flare immediately bent over and stripped her tights off! Then, remaining bent over, Flare tilted her head up and faced her Commander's soaking wet twat.

Roger almost lost it when Flare extended her Elven tongue and slipped it between the smirking Gem's hanging labia! Then she began flicking her tongue back and forth, sawing it over Gem's stiff little clit.

Gem just grabbed the subservient Elf by her long ears and drove Flare's face into dripping Gem cunt.

And the other Elves went nuts! Howling and cheering as if at a sporting event and the home team just scored, their cries were briefly, but emphatically deafening. When they abruptly died away, some minute or so later, Gem pulled Flare's pussy juice dripping face out of her pussy and brought the glassy eyed, unsteady Elf upright.

Picking the Elf up into her arms, Gem waited long enough for Flare to kick her tights off her ankles, then the Commanding Elf, after smirking one more agonizing time at the crushed Roger, with triumphant and all powerful strides, carried the submissive Flare to her own bedroll on the edge of the fire light.

Accompanied by a chorus of enthusiastic and most obscene cheers from her troopers.

Roger, quivering with an explosive mixture of lust and fury, saw Gem lay Flare down on her bedroll, making sure her head was still in the flickering light.

To make sure Roger could see...

Then, with the fire light reflecting off Gem's sweaty, bulging buttocks, Roger watched helplessly as Gem squatted down on Flare's beaming face.

The last thing he saw was Flare's long, pink, wet tongue shooting up into Gem's splayed cunt and ass crack to flail about wildly and, no doubt, most expertly.

Then Gem's buttocks wrapped around Flare's wildly lapping face...

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