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.

10. Real Interracial Love in the Field & A

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Roger couldn't explain how he got to the edge of the gurgling brook opposite their camp in the pitch black night, and without getting the least bit wet, but he wasn't complaining. Not even wondering anymore...

Because directly across from him, literally glowing with the most delicious, wonderful smile, was Flare!

HIS Flare!

She was standing there, right on the water's edge, wearing her...his favorite boob displaying tunic, that wondrous smile, and...

Nothing else!

With the cutest wrinkle of her little pointed nose she pirouetted for him, nice and slow. Keeping her eyes on his panting, sweating face, she oh so slowly turned, her sleek, smooth thighs reflecting the moon...er, no moon overhead... fire...no, too far away...oh, fuck it! Her thighs glowed anyway! Then he saw those round, firm, BULBOUS Flare butt moons slide into view!

They glowed, too! As they swept by, oh so slowly, they too bathed his face in perfect Elf ass light from perfect Elf ass! That is, except for her butt cleavage, which was bathed in shadow.

Roger literally drooled, eyes locked on that divine crack!

Then...then...brace yourself, Roger! Her loins, all that extended smoothly and pinkly below the bottom of her tunic, slid slowly, nerve-rattlingly, before his eyes!

Her imperious, jutting and babybutt smooth mound, beneath a placid, barely arced belly that, in turn, began under her ovaled, vividly darkened navel, reflected the...whatever...light as it slid before him. When fully facing him she stopped, legs spread wide, her hands on her hips...

Like some diminutive teenaged SuperGirl...

And blatant between those perfect thighs...

Pussy!

Pink Pussy!

Wet, pink pussy!

Fuckin' drippin' wet, flaming pink, more than ready...Twat!

Hands on her hips, broad smile on her face, confident, unblinking eyes fixed on his...

Like some teenaged SuperGirl challenging Lex Luthor to see how much SuperCock he could stuff into...

"OK!" Roger gasped in a half-insane mumble, tearing at his pants front, "You want it, you'll get it!"

Then, abruptly, his pants were gone!

Then his bloated, dinosauric cockhead smacked him in the chin!

And Flare began to laugh! Laugh at the vision he projected in the absolute black of the midnight sky of a heroic yet pitiful male, standing there with his godlike cock drooling wadd down his heaving chest and belly!

"Flare!" Roger called out to her with her masculinely painful laughter. Only nothing came out!

But she did stop laughing. Instead, she put her arm out with her palm towards him. "Stop! I cannot serve you!" She barked as seriously as her high pitched, Chihuahua voice permitted.

"What?!" Roger cried, again silently.

Flare just smiled, and turned towards the camp.

And Gem appeared out of the shadows, an obscene, arrogant, demeaning smirk on her beautiful face. She walked right up to the beaming Elf and planted her right hand atop Flare's head, right between her jutting ears. Then, with awesome strength, Gem forced Flare, FORCED her to her knees.

Taking the still beaming, now submissively kneeling Elf by her ear handholds, Gem looked at Roger as she hauled Flare's smiling face between her thighs and into her dripping cunt.

"Don't you know, 'Sir' Roger, that Flare has loved me for eons, way before you knew what to do with that piss tube that, through our graces, you still have! Oh, and by the way, she always will prefer my loins to your pole!"

Then he saw Flare rapidly nod just before Gem's labia enwrapped her beautiful face...

And Roger tried to wake screaming...

Roger managed to control his awakening, hardly moving his arm inside his Arcastrian costume, as his eyes initially popped open in utter terror. For an eon he lay there, initially concentrating on controlling his panicky pant, before fully realizing that it had been a dream!

He had no recollection of ever having had a dream since he arrived in Alfheim!

The place had been a dream to him, so far!

A wet one!

But now, with his...real...memories, especially of last night, flooding back to him, his real state of mind became more clear. And he could excuse himself for the dream.

He was laying partially on his back and partially against the log he had leaned on last night. His hood still covered his face, but it's opening was spread wide enough to permit a wide angle of view, mainly of early morning sky, with the sun just hardly breaking the distant horizon. Low clouds or morning fog made the above look overcast, and the still limited sunlight was quite diffuse and grayish.

He didn't have to move his head much, not enough to be noticed, when he looked hard over to his right to see a disheveled Hermione approaching quite near him. She was trying to stuff her impressive teen tits into the Hogwarts-like blouse she only partially wore. He quickly noticed, with his suddenly burning balls, that the blouse was, like her kilt, soiled and torn already, and barely holding onto her lush, mostly exposed flesh.

Admonishing herself in a rapid mumble, one almost quiet enough not to be overheard by Roger, she, quite unsuccessfully, attempted to get her rent shirt to cover most of her Hollywood quality teen suck cones, "This is the price you paid for "bedding" with a Guild Elf when in the field!" She cursed the damage to her traditional "uniform" as half of her blouse's buttons were missing and a great inches long rip had formed right over her jutting left boob! "Are you crazy to let a Guild Elf...a GUILD Elf, one of the most notorious dykes in Alfheim, get you alone in HER bedroll!"

Then she hesitated for a count, and a little smile with a very far away look in her briefly vacant eyes swept her. She remembered very little of last night save a great deal of quite unearthly, utterly mind numbing bliss when being under, and serving wrapped around, a couple feet of Elven tongue!

It made the torn uniform...almost worth it!

Then, with a quite unladylike snort of self-disgust, she started off again.

She was completely ignoring Roger/the Arcastrian as she closed with him while making for the stream for the daily Elven ritual of a group bath. Nothing like a bunch of ball burning and busting, stark naked Elves, and one equally lush and deliciously stripped schoolgirl, freely squealing and playing, pawing and probing each other while dripping with streams of sparkling quicksilver, standing mid-thigh deep in a nipple stiffening cold, swift rushing stream to get a girl, or Elf, going in the morning!

Then Roger heard someone step behind him, behind the log. Hermione abruptly stopped in her tracks, head popping up in alarm. He watched her jaw drop and heard her sharp hiss.

Then, from over his head, he saw the dainty, bare, naked foot cross over him. Looking to his extreme left, straight up into the low cloud filled, gray semi-daylight, he followed the heel of the transversing feminine foot, following up the calf as it appeared, past the back of the knee and up the full, smooth, powerful thigh to...

Naked Elf pussy!

The Elf had to be naked, and, as she stepped from less than two feet overhead right across his hooded and leering face in her nude, early morning splendor, she flashed him an uninhibited view of all her (substantial) charms! Roger's eyes flared and his semi-erect cock jerked mightily as he took in with well and often trained, typically quick focusing voyeuristic vision the bulging, muscular buns grinding together around a deep, tight asscrack; the flaming pink slash, dripping wet already and framed by short, but floppy, lips; and a two inch long, at least, and minimally one inch wide clit jutting through those labia. Then, as the first foot landed just on the other side of him, and the trailing leg came into view, he had the most perfect view of Elven ass and back. Svelte, straight, muscular back, much more developed than Flare's, or even Gem's, and a round, firm, taut pair of cheeks that seemed to be formed of ground smooth stone with taut flesh overlaid.

As the Elf took another step, and gave Roger a full view of her from head to heel, Roger recognized her...

Stryker!

Hermione had recognized the sergeant, and dyke, with her first gasp.

Roger could imagine the lecherous grin on Stryker's face as she closed in on the thoroughly intimidated schoolgirl. "Well, well, Hermione! Aren't you going to bathe this morning? Why are you spending so much time and energy trying to dress, then?"

Hermione shuddered, eyes wide as the buff Elf closed in on her. "I...I...I...was going..."

"I know just what you were going to do, Baby!" Stryker chuckled, stepping up to her and seizing her torn blouse from her.

Hermione, even nearly a half head taller than the Elf, was completely dominated by her muscular physique, and knew she was. Eyes wide, she gawked down at Stryker's hands as the Elf finished removing her buttons by yanking her blouse apart like it was tissue paper. In two ruined sheets it dropped to the ground at her feet.

For a long, tense moment the two females faced each other, only the sound of the stream and the other Elves 'bathing' in it breaking the silence. The low lying clouds seemed to close around them, with only Roger still close enough to see them clearly...

Painfully so, as his dork was jumping between his clamped together thighs.

"It was a...shame I have to watch that Aesir, and Arcastrian, last night," she breathed into Hermione's still fearful...or excited face. "You should have experienced what I felt watching Swiftrider bed you last night! It should have been me, not Swiftrider, to have kept you warm, last night! I've wanted you since we started this By Loki's Bone forsaken mission!"

Hermione put her hands out, planting them on the aggressive Elf's shoulders, trying to hold her off. "Now look! It's been a long night! Believe me, I didn't get much sleep with Swiftrider's face between my legs and her ass atop mine! Now, maybe tonight..."

But Stryker was having none of any further delay. Grabbing the girl's wrists, she twisted Hermione's two arms around her back and pressed their impressive chests intimately together. Going for the girl's throat, the Elf husked, "Not this time, Human! I don't want to wait any longer for your sweet charms!" She buried her face into Hermione's neck, kissing, licking, sucking the fair girl flesh.

Hermione gasped, then chomped down on her lower lip as her eyes closed. Her feeble struggling against the shorter, but overpowering Elf just ground her big, magically perfect tits against the Elf's equally perfect, and firmer jugs, forcing their individually erect nipples flicking back and forth over one another.

Roger saw the girl's thighs quiver under her schoolgirl skirt.

Catching Hermione's two wrists in one inescapable hand, Stryker pulled her face away from the girl's saliva wet throat and put her face right before the schoolgirl's, noses nearly touching. Then, with her newly freed hand, she went for Hermione's skirt's waistband.

Hermione, her hands forced against the small of her back, could hardly move as Stryker popped open one button, then went for the second, and last.

Their hot, scented breathes mixed in the small space between their noses, the Elf's cinnamon scent mixing with Hermione's distinct odor of fear and sexual tension. Stryker then smiled when the second button gave up the fight and the girl's skirt obediently dropped around her ankles.

Free hand sliding down Hermione's heaving, warm belly, Stryker moved in for the kill..."Now, Baby! Give me that famous lovin' you Human girls are so famous for!" Their lips smashed together just as the Elf's hand slid over the schoolgirl's bald sex mound and between her parted pussy lips.

For a mind-rattling moment Roger watched wide eyed and hard dicked as Stryker took Hermione...with ridiculous ease! The girl could only whine, at first, as the powerful fingers of the Elf strummed and probed between the girl's thighs. Then the whining stopped and Hermione's thighs began to part, her knees bending and pointing outward.

Without command from anyone!

By the time the moment was through Hermione was moaning, passionately, and her wide spread pussy was sucking noisily on Elf fingers. Breaking their lesbian soul kiss, the all conquering Elf released the girl's totally nonresistant hands and, smiling down at her latest conquest, began to lower Hermione upon her back...

Right before Roger's leering eyes! As the naked schoolgirl was settled upon the ground, upon her naked ass and back, Roger could see right up between her spread thighs to where Stryker's three fingers were sloppily slipping in and out of the widely spread pink lips. He could hear every gooey slurp as the girl's clinging labia sucked hungrily on Stryker's plowing fingers.

Watching the schoolgirl writhe helplessly and increasingly more wildly under the powerful jabs of Stryker's masterful fingerfuck was...breathtaking!

But the Elf wasn't interested in bringing the girl alone off. At least, not just the girl! After just enough finger banging to get the teenybopper squirming, good and wet and open, she pulled out with a syrupy pop!

Then Stryker climbed into Hermione's offered up saddle! From long experience, apparently, the Elf settled right in between the girl's wide spread thighs, her...huge clit, now a good three inches long and nearly half that thick, pressed right into and upon Hermione's dwarfed love button. Then, with an awesome flex of Stryker's 'buns of steel' ass, she started up a brisk, rapid, firm clit hump of the girl!

Roger had never seen anything like it! The Elf's button, ever more like a merciless, girl destroying weapon, fit right over and upon Hermione's hardly unhooded clit. When the Elf began flicking her hips up against the girl's jutting sex mound, her huge clit would stroke right over the girl's, crushing it, and giving the Elf not a little bit of heavenly girl tissue friction, too!

The result was humbling for any red blooded, horsecocked male! She reduced the schoolgirl into a thrashing, toe curling, counter humping, lung emptying, machine-gun orgasming fuck toy in less than a minute! That powerful mound humping and clit flicking just destroyed Hermione!

And Stryker wasn't far behind her! Roger watched, amazed, as the clit grinding sent Hermione into convulsions in less than a minute, and the Elf followed only a few seconds behind. And they stayed at it for another good two minutes at least without stop. Both of them, grinding and humping, squealing, passionately clutching, and clawing at each other, for two solid minutes of girl cum!

Breathtaking!

When Gem, with a soaking wet Flare in tow, finally came through the fog from bathing in the stream, Hermione's legs were in a stiff 'V' in the air, toes locked, and she was showering the powerfully humping, equally multi orgasmic Stryker's face with rapid, grateful, and wet kisses as she masterfully fuck-humped her Human schoolgirl into sweaty, squealing sex convulsions.

Gem stood there a moment, watching Stryker's impressive, flexing, rock hard asscheeks continue to smoothly and dedicatedly force Hermione into hoarse, sweaty, exhausted orgasm. As she watched her Elf, Flare looked over at Roger. At first she frowned angrily at him, quickly calculating from the angle of his hood opening that he was also staring at the two rutting females. Then she saw his divine pole jumping under his costume, and realized how...tortured he must have been last night and, apparently, still was, and her angry frown softened to that of pity. When Gem began breaking up the blatant fuck match, Flare nonchalantly dropped her towel and gave Roger an uninhibited view of her own charms.

"Okay you two, time to break it up!" Gem barked. "You can finish this tonight at our next camp!"

While Gem's bark did break into their orgasmic revelry, it took a good thirty seconds for Stryker to slow and stop her mad humping and, somewhat unsteadily, hop up to attention. At attention, though, she was a sight: Dripping with sweat, impressive musculature pumped up and flushed faced, her thighs and belly still quivered in post-orgasmic shocks as she faced her commander.

Hermione stayed where she had been fucked, on her back, legs up, still mindlessly humping a no longer existent lover.

Gem fought down the prideful smile as she faced her sergeant. Stryker had really put that Human in her place! "I think the rest of your 'romancing' can be postponed until tonight! Now take a cold shower and get camp broken down! Make sure both of you care for your mounts before we start moving this morning. I don't think we'll be stopping long on the road today and we have to move quick, so I don't want us slowed by full balls!" Then she turned to Roger.

"Our mounts?" Hermione, barely back from orgasmic Nirvana, gasped up in shock at Gem. She was still on her back, still shuddering from the intense forced orgasms of a moment before, but now leaning on her elbow, gawking wide eyed at the all wet and deliciously naked asscheeks of the turned around Gem.

Stryker, smiling again with her commander's attention diverted from her, pulled the quivering and naked schoolgirl to her unsteady feet. "Yea, the mounts won't go as far with their nuts full an' draggin' on the ground! We gotta empty them before we depart or we won't make the distance we need to!"

Hermione frantically shook her head as she was dragged into staggering motion, "No! You can't...I can't...I'm Human, I don't suck horse..."

"Aw! You're gonna love it! Tastes so creamy and strong in the mornin'! And thick! You can eat a morning load with a fork!" Stryker replied with a big, wicked grin while powerfully pulling the stripped bare and head shaking girl to the stream. "But first, we bathe!"

Gem had, in the meanwhile, turned her attention and body to Roger. Seeing Flare obviously giving him a 'friendly' show of "the Commander's Bedmate's" body just soured her disposition further. Rather more viciously than she needed to, Gem thumped Roger's hood covered head with her toe.

He jerked up, rising up upon his ass. His iron bar hard cock formed a massive tent in his costume. He couldn't help notice how Flare gawked at it...

With a big smile...

That made him feel better, even if Gem's barking did not!

Rubbing his stung temple, Roger thought that Gem started out more quietly than he expected, "It's about time you carried your load around here... Arcastrian!" Her eyes kept glancing at his jumping, barely covered prick. "I'm going to give responsibility for the Aesir to you! You keep track of her, and make sure she doesn't escape or it is your...ass!" Then she smiled down at him, most uncomfortably, "That will give Stryker the freedom and time to take care of that Human Mage good and proper! You noticed how well they got along?" She reached down and made a great show of clutching Flare's lush, wet left bun in her long nailed right hand. "Besides, that Aesir will remember you...You did fuck her, remember? Maybe she'll care for your...needs?"

Roger saw Flare stiffen, and then miserably look down as her butt, and her hopes for Roger, were thoroughly mauled by her 'Commander'. With sudden jealous anger, Roger did the one thing he could do. He flexed his fully erect prick mightily.

And instantly drew the attention of both Elves!

Gem's vision quickly pulled away from his masculine display, her face becoming even more irritated than before...as well as more flushed. She angrily pointed at his jutting equipment while looking into his hood, but he proudly noticed she couldn't keep her eyes either away from his display or fixed on it for very long. Even covered it had an unwelcome, undeniable 'influence' on her.

But her voice wasn't affected by it! "I don't want you parading around with that...THING...sticking out, you hear me...MAN! I don't care how you do it, but get it down and out of my sight!" She then twirled Flare about. "Now, collect your things and pack your horse, we're riding all day and we aren't going to stop so you can massage your balls! And, if I catch you sniffing around ANY of my Elves..." She glanced at Flare's svelte back and rotund butt, her hand once again sinking sharp fingernails into the Elf's meaty backside, then directing her furious gaze back at Roger's hood, "I'll neuter you, 'Divine Gift' or not!"

Then the two Elves were off, swaying their lush, broad butts in his face as they disappeared into the fog.

The storm seemed to peak just as the Goddess Freya stepped up to the towering thirty foot high doors of the main entrance to Desiree's Castle. The lightning exploded and streaked overhead in a continuous staccato of flashes, its accompanying thunder echoing off towering stone castle walls and the surrounding lofty rock faces in a pandemonium of deafening proportions. Rain poured down in sheets.

It had been so for days.

The storm might have been terrifying for mere mortals, or Elves or Mages, but not Goddesses. And especially not this Goddess.

Merely uncomfortable.

Freya, wearing her typical long, semitransparent gown in the ancient medieval Earth style that was her custom when away from the Dark Lords' capital, Jotun, serenely walked up the miles long causeway snugly protected by a spell shield that only let the soles of her dainty slippers get wet. The wind, and beating rain, merely quietly and smoothly ran off the transparent, slightly glowing shield.

At the towering doors a simple wave of her hand started them opening.

Inside stood another female figure. But it was not Desiree.

Not this visit.

It had been some time since her last visit, weeks, and things had...changed.

Somewhat dramatically in the case of Desiree.

Which was why she was here at the behest of her Dark Lord Chaos.

"Freya, My Dear! It is sooooo good to finally meet you...in the flesh!" came the silken, deep (for an Elf) voice of the tall woman who offered her outstretched arms to the Goddess.

More to escape the weather than to embrace the stranger, Freya stepped in, her spell shield immediately dissipating as she stepped through the doorway and into Desiree's realm. Then, most abruptly, she found herself embraced by the stranger!

Most passionately!

Freya first noticed that the kiss was, naturally amongst the denizens of the Dark Realms, inhumanly torrid, with the naturally arousing and sensual woman's lips emitting the deep, permeating smell and taste of hot cinnamon.

Enticingly, spellbindingly hot and lusciously sweet cinnamon.

Freya, even though the Norse Goddess of Sex, Love, and Fuck, caught herself losing herself in those very talented lips.

Very talented!

The kiss went on and one, for seeming hours they embraced. Freya laid her arms, somewhat passively, around the shoulders of the stranger, while the slightly taller woman's hands first went around to the middle of her svelte, smooth, consummately sexy back.

Then, not long after the kiss began, too soon, actually, for proper decorum between a strange Elf creature and a Goddess, the stranger's hands dropped to Freya's jutting, full asscheeks. Suddenly long, sharp, and very pointed nails dug possessively into the Goddess' buttocks and drove her, hard, against the Elf's firm, dominate hips.

Then a good two feet of delicious, powerful tongue slammed down the Goddess' throat!

A ragged, choked off moan filled the insanely dimensioned entrance hall as Freya was bent back under the Elvish kissing assault.

When Freya finally collected herself enough to push the smirking Elf off her dominating kiss, with a gasping pant and flushed face, not to mention the inch long nipples jutting through her dress, she managed to ask, "W...W...who are you?"

Quite reluctantly the other woman slowly released the Goddess' ass, then stepped back one stride. "Why, I am Cassiopeia, Mistress Desiree's new...assistant on...tactical matters!"

Suddenly Freya's right buttock was being gripped again. Most pleasantly, by the way.

"And you must be Mistress Desiree's Goddess...'friend', Freya!"

"The Goddess Freya!" Freya quickly replied, pushing the groping hand away and taking yet another step to the side. "And I am Mis...er...Desiree's 'acquaintance', yes! Now take me to her!"

With but a little smile, and an obvious glance at Freya's pebbly nipples, she turned and they made for the hallway at the other end of the vestibule. At first they walked in silence, the Elf relentlessly taking the most outrageous liberties with her eyes, leering at Freya's swaying ass, peering down her cleavage, brushing against her wide, firm, welcoming hips.

Freya, too, observed the Elf alongside her: She was tall, inches taller than herself. Clearly not a Guild or any other Alfheim Elf, she had the typical Woodlands or Mountain Elf's long, straight hair nearly down to their asscrack. This one's hair was dark brown, almost but not quite black.

Her skin, though, was pale, very near albino. Most strange for a woods or mountain Elf.

But those rather atypical off shoots of the 'light' or 'Alf' Elf was Desiree's preference when it came to 'assistants', Freya recalled. She liked those tall, sexually aggressive Elves living in such abundance in the mountains and forested hills around her castle. They made good Aesir's...

The Goddess added silently with a shudder, "And they enjoyed...satisfying their 'lusts' with more...creative and forceful means!"

Like Desiree!

This one wore a tunic jacket that extended down past her hips, but barely so. Occasionally with a step, almost every actually, her buttock bottoms would peak out. Since she also wore painted on tights, when her cheeks showed, it revealed typically Elven full asscheeks, smooth, not in the least bit fat, with a wide, deep crack between them.

Unlike other Aesir Elves Freya had met, her tunic had a deep plunging neckline in the front of her jacket that didn't stop till past her navel. It revealed a pair of perfectly conical tits that rivaled her own in their mass. For a Wood Elf, she was stacked!

Her face had a small, pointed nose, average Elven length ears that ended in almost needle point tips, typical big, almond shaped eyes that were red hued (A deep mountain Elf adjusted to darkness?), wide mouth with full, red lips that had already shown themselves effective at kissing. When the Elf smiled, which was often when she was caught by Freda leering at her, admittedly well displayed, figure, the pearly white tips of her fangs popped out from behind her upper lip.

Technically fangs were on all Elves, just as all Humans had something similar that they called canines. But most Elven fangs were vestigial, and only usable in a very few rare types far up in the Impassable Mountain regions.

Unless, of course, the fangs were...unnaturally...developed by magic...for a purpose...like in vampires...

Halfway down the entrance hall, as Freya became lost in her thoughts of all the various types of fangs there existed in Loki's Realm, Cassiopeia suddenly, silently, and without fanfare gripped the Goddess' right bun again. Freya jumped, but didn't go very far. It was a no nonsense grip that proclaimed to her that this time no amount of slapping out or jerking of Goddess hips could dislodge it!

Freya was not about to let a mere Elf dominate the Goddess of Sex! Grabbing the offending hand by its wrist, Freya pulled mightily, but gained not even a movement from the ass gripping claw! It did not even budge!

The strength the Elf displayed, almost effortlessly digging its pointed claws deeply into the Goddess' meaty cheek and staying there, quickly forced upon Freya the realization that she was not dealing with normal level nor natural powers here! She was no weakling, nor was she lacking in the magical arts, white or black. Yet, after some twenty feet and five minutes of silent, vigorous, and, ultimately futile struggle, the Goddess had to acknowledge that her goal of freeing her ass was untenable. Abruptly she gave up struggling with the ass clenching hand altogether!

To add to her humiliation, as soon as she dropped her hand away from the Elf's wrist, the hand was roaming all over her flexing, working ass, expertly exploring every bulge and deep, dark, divine crack of Freya's tail.

As they entered the hallway Freya's nipples were aching and her twat was soaked. She couldn't believe, she didn't want to believe, how good it felt to have that supernaturally powerful hand grope her entire bulging ass! In spite of her anger at the Elf's familiarity with her, her hatred of Desiree for providing this Elf as escort, and her fear at the wicked, mind distracting pleasure that expertly fondling hand sent surging through her, being Elfhandled wasn't too bad!

As they walked down the hallway, with open doors set in an alternating pattern in both walls, the last thing on her mind was removing that suddenly delightful ass groping hand!

Each doorway opened into a wide bedroom. They were all occupied by at least one, and in many two, young Human women or Elves. The occupants did nothing as they walked past, just sat on the edge of their big, comfortable beds.

They looked like they were waiting.

Waiting for what?

Then, ahead, Freya heard it...

It was the sound of feeding. The gushy, slurpy, swallowing, lapping sounds of messy, sloppy feeding. It almost sounded like pigs feeding at the trough.

Except there was also loud, nasty sounding gagging that accompanied the frenzied gulping, slurping and swallowing.

They came to the apparent correct doorway and Cassiopeia directed the Goddess into it by her ass grip. Then the two stood there, transfixed by what they saw.

Desiree was there, all right. She was half sitting, half laying on the edge of a four poster bed. She wore a similar gown as the last time Freya had been there: A pair of wide shoulder straps running from the edges of her shoulders to her navel, forming a wide V, then a 'loin cloth' skirt with a eight inch wide strip of floor length cloth running down the mid-line both in front and back that covered basically the inner thighs and loins and asscrack while leaving half of the outer thighs, hips and buttocks completely exposed.

She was not alone. A girl, more accurately a young woman, was wrapped stark naked around Desiree's extended left leg. The Human's full, powerful thighs were wrapped around Desiree's left thigh, and the woman's curly red haired head rested against Desiree's belly, the top of her head just grazing Desiree's boobs. One of the woman's full, warm tits was clutched in Desiree's own left hand, and her right hand was atop the woman's head, filled with a fistful of curly red hair.

The young woman was humping her wet, pink, girl slit eagerly against Desiree's flexed and smooth thigh.

Desiree's clothing was disarranged, her shoulder straps thrown aside to reveal her Elf perfect pair of firm, conical tits, while her forward loin cloth was cast carelessly aside across her right thigh.

From the doorway, fixed in place with unblinking stares, both the Goddess' and the Elf's eyes gleamed with divine light. Desiree's "gift" from Loki was loose.

The curly red haired young woman's head was bobbing up and down at a furious pace. Desiree's right hand guiding it, forcing it to ever increase the speed and rate of its bobbing, the head plunged down around nearly half of the arm thick Cock of Loki jutting mightily up from Desiree's loins. The Human would only gag after no less than seven inches of wickedly wide shaft had plunged past her wide open mouth and brutally expanded throat.

But the red head was not passive nor distressed in her oral service. Not in the least! With open enthusiasm, both hands wrapped around the inhumanly wide pole, her fingertips almost touching around the slab sided shaft, she pulled and jacked the fourteen inch long meat beam vigorously, as her stuffed mouth and bloated throat sucked and swallowed on the permanently engulfed four inch long cockhead. All the while her head bobbed in seven inch plunges, over and over, throwing sloppy streamers and running rivulets of her sweet saliva all down the jumping shaft.

With an involuntary, shuddering gasp, Freya gaped as coiled strands of precum drooled down and swung from the Human's flared nostrils as her head frantically drove down over the monstrous shaft. Loki help her, she couldn't take her eyes off that fiendish bolt of a sex organ!

Then Desiree looked up from the top of the red head's head, and noticed the enthralled beauties in the doorway. Her grimace of building passion quickly transformed into a bright, cheery smile. Her deep, lyrical voice showed just a touch of passion derived hoarseness, "Ah! Freya, my Dear!...OOOO, that's it, my child, deeper...always deeper!...You see...I have my...responsibilities...to fulfill! Always...responsibilities!" Then she pushed down on the red head's plunging head viciously, forcing another two inches into the Human's gullet.

Freya though the voice had just a tinge of an accent to it, compared to the last time she had visited. English? Then her attention was immediately brought back to Loki's Cock as the red head began loudly and violently choking and gagging as she was held down over a good three quarters of a foot of arm thick God Cock! To the Goddess' astonishment, she saw the girl begin twisting her head and throat around the swallowed meat! Of her own volition!

"AAAAAH!" Desiree moaned, her red tinged, almond shaped eyes closing in delicious, mouthed off bliss, "I'll be with you two in just a moment..."

The accent was growing stronger...

Desiree spread her powerful right thigh, the one not being vigorously humped by the cocksucker, and Freya stared in astonishment as two testicles of awesome dimensions fell out from between the Mage's thighs. Never had Freya ever seen nuts of such a size, not even on Lord Loki Himself, save, of course, those boulder-like balls of her...Master, the Dark Lord Chaos. They had to be the size of grapefruit as they came to rest hanging over the edge of the mattress and down nearly halfway to the stone floor!

Suddenly, to her right, came a grunt, then a low, feral growl of soul deep hunger...

Barely able to tear herself away for even a moment, Freya looked to the still ass grabbing Elf alongside her and just prevented the scream that roared up her throat.

Cassiopeia was transformed! Looking at those low hanging balls had turned the Elf into some...creature! She hadn't changed much physically, at least below the chin. But her facial features were no longer the serene, strong Elf she had met and kissed. Her ears were the most dramatic, literally having doubled in length, seemingly instantly! Her eyes were glowing pools of fiery red, her blood red lips curled back, revealing dramatically lengthened fangs. Nostrils flared, eyes widened, she stood, panting like an animal on the kill as she stared unblinkingly at those incredible nuts.

Freya just saw Cassiopeia's mouth open and her...tongue extend, when Desiree's howl directed her back to the choking cocksucker on the bed. At the moment the Goddess didn't want to believe how long and thick that...tongue had looked...

The red head had dropped a hand and clutched one of Desiree's outlandish balls, squeezing it fiercely. No sooner had Freya fixed her vision on the ball clutching hand when Desiree cried out and two inch wide coils of yellow-white gunk spewed out of the red head's flared nostrils. For a full, continuous foot the colloidal strand rocketed out the girl's nose, only breaking loose after a foot of total length had passed out and the leading edge had stuck securely to the low hanging balls in her greedy clutches.

Desiree, grimacing wildly, fiercely yanked back on the girl's hair and forcefully pulled her and her vacuum-like oral grip off of Lord Loki's glans! The girl, still jacking purposefully, tried to dive back upon the tumescent cockhead, but her stiffly stretched scalp, still in Desiree's clutches, effectively stopped her just an inch or so off the cock's piss slit.

Then Desiree grunted, and another spurt, approximating a good cup of lumpy, slimy 'cream of testicle', erupted out the slit, arched perfectly towards the red head's wide open eyes, and landed with a disgusting splat right between those eyes!

The girl could only gasp before the next, even larger, glob o' spooge filled her right eye's socket. The third did likewise to her left eye socket. Now blinded, she could only open her mouth and extend her (ridiculously small) Human tongue and attempt to catch the spurts orally.

The very next eruption literally drowned her tongue in wadd, overrunning the lingus, coating her little chin with tacky spunk, and then hanging down to her not unsubstantive tits in a wormy, gunky, semantic mess.

Still she jacked, and lapped, and willingly, eagerly, insistently took a massive coating of semen all over her head.

The orgasm seized Desiree released her, now scummy, hair and the girl laid her mostly yellow-white head upon the Mage's belly to happily take the remaining, seemingly limitless, jets of babystuff into her blinded face, lapping up everything that actually landed within range of her quite ill designed tongue.

Freya and the growling Cassiopeia just stood there, eyes glowing in divine light, watching the endless parade of cum gushes drench the red head's head and repeatedly fill her wide open mouth.

And do not be misled, Desiree knew her visitors were transfixed by her herculean orgasmic effort. She hurried nothing, letting the desperately cum hungry, young ex-wife pump every drop of lumpy cum her little hands could out of her, then let the red head lick her jumping, cum coated cockhead completely clean before she pushed the ever eager mouth fucker off her.

The red head, moaning through a cum coated throat, rolled upon her back and plunged a hand between her spread thighs. As she frigged herself wildly, her other hand was busy scooping large globs of Loki Goo from her nostrils, eye sockets, ears, hair, etc. and stuffing it into her endlessly hungry maw.

Desiree looked for a long moment at the frigging and feeding red head, continuously flexing her still hugely erect Loki Cock for the benefit of the still entranced females fixed in the doorway. Only after that moment did she deem it necessary to 'notice' her visitors once again.

"Oh! I am sorry, My Dear!" she gasped with entirely false sincerity. Looking down at her towering, saliva shiny prick, with equally false deliberation, she covered her loins with her 'loin cloth' skirt.

Immediately Freya's eyes resumed their normal color and her fixation on Desiree's loins vanished.

Cassiopeia would take a little longer to regain her usual composure.

Rising, the Mage sauntered towards the still swaying, panting Freya. Tilting her head towards the noisily masturbating young woman, Desiree answered the unasked question, "She's a little something my Aesir, Victoria, got for me from Earth a few weeks ago. I have about half of her schoolmates. They turned out all to be fine sources of energy, as well as very entertaining. This one, however, really lit up when she got a look at my 'Gift'!"

She stepped up to Freya, then reached down to where Cassiopeia still held the Goddess by her iron firm ass grope. With a simple touch to the Elf's hand, the grip was released.

Desiree's hand replaced the Elf's.

As Freya instinctively stiffened, Desiree directed her via her ass back out the doorway. "She's a rare one. For Human's that is! She loves the taste of oral sex. The organ, that is! She'll suck all day, even if I don't orgasm! Of course, I always do...it is my duty, after all! In a way she reminds me of you! Especially the last time you visited!"

"That is not why I am here, Desiree!" Freya tried to sound stern as she pushed at Desiree's ass grabbing hand. She was as effective against the Mage as she had been earlier against the Elf.

"Now, no need to be unfriendly!" Desiree replied, continuing to work her fingers into Freya's barely covered asscrack. "I certainly would not reveal your...our little secret of your oral predilection! And, if you still have a taste for Human puss, you can have that redhead for an evening! She's not as enthusiastic for 'womanly love', but you are...persuasive along those lines, aren't you! Just ask my Keeper for her. Her name is Jane...Now, to your mission here."

Freya stopped in the middle of the deserted hallway. Twisting her body to face Desiree, she finally managed to break her grip on her ass. "Must you degrade me, Desiree! I am not a piece of your 'sex toys'!"

Desiree smiled. "I do not mean offense, My Dear! It is what I am! What my 'Gift' makes me! You know, I am working on improving the sensory effects of his semen! To make it even more delicious...and intoxicating!

"And to increase production! This 'genetic engineering' holds such promise! It is really quite shortsighted of Humans not to utilize it more. Alas, it is ignorance, and not a little stupidity at times, that will doom them to forever be forced to fight off Gods and other peoples more wise than them about the real world they live in and willing to keep them ignorant about it."

Freya shuddered, remembering those balls! "You are changing...yourself?"

She nodded. "Well, my 'Gift' actually. Not really that difficult, actually, once you get over being attached to these things. Lord Loki's delivery vehicle is quite entertaining to possess, by the way! It is a shame I cannot impregnate..."

"What?! You want to impregnate Elves? Humans?"

"Why not? Oh, it won't be for children, like on Earth! Nothing like that! No, I want to be able to do my gene manipulation and then plant the new genes in my...er...Lord Loki's sperm making parts in my testicles. Then I can use Elf, Human, any female's womb to incubate my creations. Like my Loki-kai. And it will be much more...fun impregnating females by...oh, raping then by 'test tube'! Won't it?"

Freya looked at the now suddenly ecstatic Mage with wide, horrified eyes. Was Desiree mad?

She answered herself, "Was anyone, Human or Elven, that worked around or for the Dark Lords for very long...sane?"

"I am not ready yet. But soon...I need more experimentation..." then Desiree gently caressed Freya's jutting ass.

The Goddess escaped the latest grope by starting again down the hallway, making Desiree follow. "I have been sent here to consult with you...and warn you..."

"Warn?" Desiree stopped.

Freya stopped and turned to Desiree. "Yes, warn you that Lord Chaos is suspicious of your ultimate goals in this project of yours. He is no longer certain of your...loyalties." The Goddess tried to suppress the 'I told you so!" smirk spreading across her beautiful face.

For the first time Freya saw the smug grin of near pathological over confidence waver on Desiree's face. Just a little. "Loyalty?! How can he feel that? What have I done to make him think that?"

"What indeed?" Freya laughed. What indeed? she added in her mind, sudden visions of the last time she had been in this Castle, facing this 'woman':

Naked, bare knees uncomfortable on the cold stone floor, however kneeling willingly and hungrily before the triumphant Elven Mage...feeling the Elf's long, strong fingers digging brutally into her scalp, seizing fistfuls of perfect, curly blond hair...dominate, callous hands driving her head towards glowing, nude Elf Mage groin, wrapping her head around a foot of arm thick divine cock...forcing her to take more...ever more delicious divine dick until...until...softball sized nuts crushed in her hand...jets of ropy gunk spewing again and yet again from her flared nostrils...waves of vomiting cum cascading down and coagulating upon her chin, stiff nippled boobs, heaving belly...choking...vomiting... swallowing...gagging...sucking...sucking...sucking...while Desiree's beasts roared their triumph over the cock sucking Goddess and Agent of the Dark Lord Chaos!

'What' indeed!

"I have done nothing but work towards his goal of the ultimate defeat of the Queen of the Guild and her twats! Why have I worked so hard, developing these beasts, these servants of Lord Chaos, if not for Him?"

Could she tell Desiree how the Dark Lord learned of her disrespectful treatment of His Agent? Could she get through this Elf's monumental pride, her arrogant superiority, the explanation of the sin she had committed, the ultimate crime against the Dark Lords perpetrated by a MERE Elf by humiliating, dominating, seducing, ravaging one of Their own 'servants'?

Could she explain, could Desiree understand, that she, the Goddess Freya, was no longer a free agent? That she had not been one probably since Loki was ruined, those thousands of years ago, but certainly not since returning from her first visit to this Castle?

Worse, could she tell Desiree that Freya now realized that she did not possess the largest, most maddening, most enslaving, most worshipful cock in the Universe? And that fact now was all-important to the Sex Goddess!

No, her Goddess pride would never let her reveal her true relationship with Lord Chaos, or His Lady Moira, nor how it (re)formed just a few days before...not to anyone, especially another woman...a woman with a cock or not. No Goddess could possibly be able to admit to any other female how a disgusting Giant...a brutal, primordial, semi-barbaric Dark Lord reduced her to His Cock-Thrall and fellow Giants' gang-bang entertainment slut!

But she couldn't deny her experiences to herself!

Even three thousand years ago, mere days after Loki had been 'driven away', while she was still in mourning for her regular lover (fucker) and occasional friend/confidant, the newly (self)proclaimed Dark Lord Chaos had, entirely on a whim, accosted her.

She had never before even heard of him, only that he had been one of the 'Giants' from the North and that they were in constant war with Lord Loki and his Guild Elves. When she first beheld Him He reminded her of a snotty nosed little hoodlum, a punk in over his head...in Giant terms, of course.

She recalled vividly how he had initially acted rather unsure of himself (as unsure as any megalomaniacal primordial Giant could act). As if he wasn't sure how to approach a Goddess of her stature.

With a brief shudder Freya then recalled how he then decided not to worry about her reaction to him, and simply drew off his robes.

She remembered his smirk, seen for the first but not hardly the only time since that moment, crossing his face at the expression the haughty and aloof Goddess gave when she got a good, long look at his two foot long, stony hard prick jutting up into her face!

With humiliation burning her countenance, Freya, three thousand years later, still blushed when she recalled how easy she had been to strip naked and fuck into mindlessness, right there on the cold stone floor.

Never had she been so penetrated, so stuffed, so thoroughly fucked stupid before...

And how she humbly walked after her Lord Chaos when he finished with flooding her guts with pints of boiling hot semen and, with a gruff "with Me!", walked away.

Since that day, she had been unable to entirely wipe the humiliation of that rape from her mind. Worse, she couldn't drive from her mind the memories of the outrageously submissive lust and pliant pleasure she got from 'servicing' that incredible cock!

And there would be other days, other rapes. Never commonplace, but always horribly, wonderfully will crushing and mind dissolving, she always dreaded the onset of his crass and crude advances upon her, and regretted deeply their blissful endings!

She hated herself for admitting it...but by now she knew that that cock was irresistible to her!

But she never stopped trying...oh so desperately striving...to deny him the pleasure of dominating her, of using her divine body whenever and wherever HE chose! His assaults over the past thousand or so years had been becoming increasingly rare as he accumulated other females to slake his evil lusts, but they still occurred...and always in odd times and embarrassing places.

And, in spite of her resistance...and hatred of him and his disgusting organ...she inevitably succumbed to his vulgar masculine power and evilly effective physical skill.

Then it would take her weeks afterwards to regain her self-respect and freedom of will from his infuriatingly arrogant male influence over her fucked body.

But, to her credit, she always regained her will, and most justified hatred of him! Once she could manage to keep her body away long enough from that...prick!

When Desiree showed her the "good taste" of Lord Loki's Divine Dick, she found a new "maleness" to adore...One attached to a strong, powerful female she could respect and...yes...love! She had returned from that first visit to Desiree's Castle with a different...attitude towards pricks, and their owners!

It showed.

Too much so for her own good!

So much so that, at the usual evening entertainment in the Great Hall of Jotun on the day she returned from meeting (meating) Desiree, even Chaos noticed that something had changed about her and her attitude towards him.

She no longer outwardly hated him. Which meant to his Consort that she no longer feared him. Or His cock! She no longer even thought about Him or His Cock!

Desiree's most generous and copious 'feeding' had done more, much more, than merely fill her stomach with gooey semen. It had "influenced" her. It had been a long time since she had tasted Lord Loki's 'essence' and He definitely tasted better than any Dark Lord, especially Lord Chaos! And kneeling in oral worship before a beautiful and divinely hung, if also quite arrogant, Desiree was infinitely preferable to choking on the testosterone overdosed Chaos' choad!

But the Lord of the Manor was not one to tolerate the distant aires of a has been Sex Goddess, not when he possessed the "tool" to set her "right"! Especially when his ever-jealous Consort whispered into his ear every possible hint of rebellion, sexual or not, about every Human or Elf she disliked.

So, seizing her by the arm before dozens of his guests and fellow Dark Ones moments after the festivities had begun, Lord Chaos unceremoniously dragged the Goddess to his bedchambers. His only words as he departed were to his Consort, Moira, "With ME!"

Moira followed, swaying her big, wide hips, a small but wicked grin on her beautiful lips.

Oh, Freya had put up a fuss, especially in the Great Hall, but later she would recall that it had mainly been for show in the face of his overwhelming strength. Howling indignantly, finally screaming for aid from someone, anyone, in the Hall, she nonetheless was dragged without difficulty out of the Hall.

The only response from the other Dark Ones was derisive laughter. They had their own Human pussies back on their estates that put on aires, and they, like Lord Chaos, knew just what was necessary to "placate" them!

It had been easy for him, what with twice the mass and over a foot taller than the tall Freya, to drag her, literally kicking and screaming, to his private chambers. Afterwards she was surprised, and somewhat self-pleased, that she had put up as much indignant resistance as she did to him! It would help her self-respect immensely when she finally got back to the Great Hall, over an hour after being dragged from it, to pretend that the beast had raped her brutally and unwillingly...

Because the truth was just too degrading to face!

As soon as he pushed her into his bedchambers, pushing her so violently that she couldn't stop staggering until she fell across His, naturally, hugely oversized mattress, he had complete control of her.

Not just physically...mentally...emotionally...as a Goddess...as a Woman...

As she scrambled off the mattress, still indignant, he was removing his acres of robe. By the time she turned to face him, he was naked.

She remembered vividly the sight of him, a sight that brought her to a sudden stop. So sudden that she nearly fell forward upon her face.

The sight of that Dark Lord Cock brought her up short, every time. For the millionth time, it seemed, in three thousand years, that towering impaler stopped her in her tracks. She just stood there, gawking at his magnificent sex pole.

She couldn't decide whether it was total terror or heart stopping lust that froze her in her tracks.

Maybe it was a little of both.

She could see his infuriating smirk in her peripheral vision as he flexed his mighty meat before her.

And her glaring eyes followed its every move!

OH! but Damn the Long Gone Loki, did that jutting organ look terrifying!

And did it pull at her femininity! She ruefully remembered at that moment that it had been quite a long time since she had last taken that monster into her!

She shuddered openly, then gasped when he took a step forward and his nearly black, boulder like balls, each the size of a basketball, swung forward between his knees.

"I have decided you are too haughty since your return!" He growled in the cavernously deep, booming, window rattling voice that went for 'intimate' conversation amongst the Giants. "I want to know what you and that Witch did! What you conspired against me while you were together! If you serve me properly, now, if you confess your feminine sins to me, your Master, I may not let Moira take your soul! You know she wants your divine soul! And you realize that she can have it, don't you Freya?"

Suddenly she felt hot, cinnamon tinged breath on the nape of her neck, instantly stiffening her nipples. Moira was behind her, ready to finish what she had promised so often in the past to do: Sink her long, pearly white fangs into her throat to hold her helpless, then use her black magic enhanced clit to slowly, deeply, mercilessly, and exquisitely suck her immortal soul out through the sex opening of Moira's choice! She knew Moira's fangs were exposed, her red glowing eyes fixed on her throat, her jugular...

The Goddess shuddered in a wickedly rising blend of naked terror and pussy moistening need...

For penetration...

"You may strip for me, Freya, then assume the usual position!" Chaos chortled, his testosterone overdosed brain completely saturated with fantasies of his revenge upon HIS Goddess. "Unless you wish to resist me!" His last statement sounded almost...hopeful!

And His microbrained grin was maddening!

Not able to tear her vision from the prick drooling before her, she could only croak, "N...N...No! I...w...will n...n...not!"

His grin just got wider. "Kia, bring the rack!"

With a glance to her right she saw the lusciously naked former Guild Elf and now Dark Lord fuck slave, 'Lady' Kia, bring the 'rack' out onto the floor. With a horrible combination of cold, doomed terror and hot, eager anticipation of monstrous carnal drilling, she watched the Elf expertly set it up alongside Lord Chaos.

She had seen the 'rack' before, but only against the wall. Thus she had never seen it in operation.

In spite of her ignorance of its use, she early on learned to hate the very idea of the thing whenever she had seen it...

Now her hatred reached new heights, but not for the rack itself. Nor for Lord Chaos, who, after all, was quite incapable of imagining any other means of dealing with a Goddess in rebellion.

Her hatred was solely for her own damnable weakness standing before it!

Just watching it being set up, alongside Chaos' insane prick, made her belly melt in mortifying feminine submission even as her mind shook with hysterical dismay.

The rack was indeed simple, as befitted technologically backward Jotunheim. Two tall wooden beams, some four inches by four inches and nine foot tall each, were set in a base composed of long wooden feet of some four inches width. Atop the beams was an arching bar of iron, running from the top of one beam to the top of the other. Hanging from the tops of each beam were pairs of manacles.

"Strip her!" from behind Freya, Moira's voice abruptly commanded.

With a curt nod the Elf, who was truly beautiful still, even after accommodating Lord Chaos' immense organ in every orifice of his desire at any time of his want, silently walked up and behind the cock intimidated Goddess. With a tug she opened the back of her gown and the garment began falling.

Her neckline snagged upon her furiously erect nipples, hanging there until Kia yanked down on her gown.

Freya gasped raggedly from the fiery pleasure/pain when the cloth stingingly flicked her tit pebbles as the gown dropped to pool around her feet.

"Goddesses never wear underwear," Moira evilly remarked from behind Freya. "The Sluts!" The Dark Lord's Consort added into Freya's ear as her eyes burned into the Goddess' full, flexed stripped naked ass.

Freya felt Kia's hot, moist breath waft around her bulging buns and slip deep into the crack between them.

"Make sure she is well...prepared for me!" Chaos growled, leering at Freya's hairless labia, already hanging floppy and drenched.

"She's already soaked, M'Lord!" Moira replied with a barely repressed chuckle. "The Divine Slut is dripping!"

Chaos just nodded for Kia to proceed.

Then Freya cried out as Kia's sloppy, powerful tongue plunged between her cheeks and then thighs. Feet long, the tongue began sawing between her legs, forcing itself between her already loose labia, sanding over her stiff clit.

Freya's knees nearly buckled, "OH! UNGH! Stop! Damn you, that's sooooo...good! Stop! I...grunt!... don't want...oh, fuck!...this! UNGH!" Her pant rose to a hoarse hee haw.

She was losing control of her body so quickly! The cursed lesbian Elf was too damned talented!

"Stop, Elf bitch! She needs no more preparation for our Lord's use!" Moira barked, watching the Goddess go into her preorgasmic squat.

But the 'Lady' Kia knew who the true Master was, and she certainly didn't want to be hung from the rack in place of this Goddess, so she waited, relentlessly working the Goddess's womanhood higher and ever yet higher in conjugal preparation, until Chaos nodded again. Only then did she pull her snakelike tongue from between Freya's tortured and prepared to perfection pussy lips and buttocks.

Freya dropped her hands to her knees, remaining bent over in a squat as she desperately tried to calm her wild breathing.

"You ready to talk now?" Chaos roared, cock bobbing, tossing huge strands of coiled, colloidal goo about the surrounding floor. "What conspiracy is that Witch Desiree hatching with you? Are you two behind the attack on Lord Dread?"

Barely collecting her breath, Freya tried to stand upright as she gasped out, "What, pant...M'Lord? I know of no such attack? Believe me...My...Master, I know nothing!"

Chaos just smiled. "We will see, My Goddess! And do not forget, you ARE mine! Whenever and wherever I desire your service, you are Mine! Moira, will you put Freya in her place?"

Suddenly huge, long fingered, yet feminine hands were reaching around Freya's waist. With a most un-Goddess-like scream, she was effortlessly hoisted into the air and carried by the Dark Lord's Lady to the rack.

As Moira held the Goddess feet off the floor, Kia, standing on a ladder, manacled Freya's hands wide apart to the top of the two beams. As she worked her Master spoke to the half panicked, half enthralled Goddess:

"Two days ago, while you were conspiring, if not actually involved, My good friend, Lord Dread, was attacked. He was out hunting for Virgin Wood Elves for the upcoming Deflowering Festival when a magic bolt of unusual power struck his party..." He stepped up to the wide eyed, sweaty Goddess, "...with great accuracy, mind you, the bolt destroyed two of his concubines and nearly separated him from his own Organ!"

Moira released Freya's waist and she was hanging by her arms, her feet still over a foot off the floor. She hung there, eye to eye with the enraged Dark Lord and his enraged cock, and panting just as furiously as Chaos, only for a different reason. Sweat drenched her forehead, chest, small of her back. Meanwhile Moira chuckled as she watched Freya's pussy juice trickle down the insides of both her firm, full thighs.

With a nod from Lord Chaos, Moira seized Freya's right leg and began raising it.

Closing her eyes in impending doom, Freya could only gasp out a totally futile "No!" as her stiff leg was raised up until her knee was alongside her tits and her ankle was being manacled near the top of the beam...just below her right wrist!

She opened her eyes with Lord Chaos' next word:

"The magic was white, and very similar to that used by...formerly used by...Loki! That information alone dooms you two lesbians! Now, who is the ONLY creature in the land who possesses any part of Loki? And, by the way, the most important part of Him if one was interested in casting magic weapons?" He put his hands on his hips and nodded in approval after Freya's other leg was shackled below her left hand. "Now, this is how you should greet your Master!"

She was hanging by her arms and feet, both shackled securely over her head, her completely open and available pussy and ass the lowest part of her. Swinging to and fro, drooling unwillingly but copiously her feminine fluids from her glistening splayed asscrack and well parted and enflamed labia to the floor feet below, she could only gawk wide and white eyed at Her Lord Chaos' utterly disquieting, awesomely omnipotent organ, betraying with her wildly fear filled, and yet desperately hungry stare, both a near hysterical fright of, as well as a suddenly all-obsessive craving for, His imminently promised, insanely improbable, supernatural impalement.

"Now, lube me!" Chaos roared, his megalomaniacal vision never leaving Freya's terror scared, cock fixed face.

Kia immediately jumped down from her ladder and made for her Master. Lovingly, eagerly, she sent her hands over his drooling, precum coated cockhead, covering them with his goo. Then she began stroking, smoothing, spreading his endless streams of precum all down and around his jumping two feet of cock.

Helplessly the Goddess watched Kia thoroughly lubricate her Master's cock. With commendable dedication the Elf would buff the jerking Dark Lord cock while lovingly lapping up with her long, talented Elven tongue a rewarding strand or two of precum as it slid out the slit at the tip.

There was so much gunk drooling out that neither the lubrication, nor the Elven feeding would be short changed in her expert activity!

Freya was bewildered! She, like everyone else here, knew what Chaos had done to the Elf when she had been captured, and what he had been doing to her since then, yet the former Guild Elf seemed now so pleased to be given the honor of providing service to the Dark Lord's Hammer! She furthermore acted as if she was looking forward to seeing Freya skewered upon it!

Then Kia took a quick look over her shoulder at Freya and the Norse Sex Goddess instantly realized that, from the evil, leering smile on the Elf's heartrendingly beautiful face, that she WAS looking forward to the Goddess' most justified savaging upon and around the cock in her hands!

What had this beast, and his dinosauric fuck staff, done to this sweet, luscious creature to turn her into such an evil little monster?

Freya knew that she would learn that answer very soon, when Chaos did the same to her!

In spite of her anger, and her fear, Freya's pussy lube continued to trickle down her floppy labia in a continuous, piss-like stream, falling relentlessly to the growing puddle on the floor feet below.

"Enough!" roared the Dark Lord melodramatically, not gently brushing the cock licking Elf aside. "My Lady, assist me!" Then he stepped up to the hanging Goddess.

Moira stepped around from behind her, red eyes gleaming, her fangs projecting past her broadly smiling upper lip. Nearly as tall as Chaos, she was his opposite in physical appearance: Her slit fronted skirt went from her ankles up to her hip bones, leaving the rest of her bare. Her flesh was pale, with just a hint of color. Her figure was straight out of a comic book: miniscule waist, dramatically broad, welcoming hips, 1950's 'sweater girl' chest. Where Chaos was massively muscled, with nearly black, fully taut skin, she looked more smooth and soft. 'Looked', but there was muscle there, much more than Freya or any other female could, or should, have had, but her skin rode atop a layer of fat that softened the muscular bulges and ridges lying underneath. Moira's breasts put hers, anyone's, to shame. Massive, E cup easily, they were, nonetheless, perfectly shaped, like a much more diminutive Elf's. Her nipples were the fieriest red she had ever seen on a female, and they matched her eyes.

Her eyes...one look at those blazing embers and Freya suddenly had the urge to lose herself in them! Like they were boring into her skull, into her mind. As if Moira was using her own eyes as windows into her mind...

Suddenly an urgent, downright desperate desire filled Freya, one compelling her to spread already spread thighs yet wider and present her tender, smooth throat to the Dark Lord's leering Consort...

For her use!

Then Lord Chaos was behind her! "Is the bitch ready?" He growled, sending wicked, hot shivers up her sweaty spine.

Moira continued to smile irritatingly as she reached under the hanging Goddess, all the way under, until her huge, spread open hand cupped Freya's outstretched, bulging buttocks. With a fingernail she traced a path back towards her from Freya's tailbone, between her spread buns, scrapping over her flexing, pink and wet anus, then between her wide spread and soaked labia. She took a good long time probing the Goddess' dripping fuck hole before applying the rigid edge of the fingernail to the woman's stiff, little, unhooded clit.

"AAAAAH!" Freya immediately screamed when Moira started scrapping her fingernail tip back and forth over her jutting little woman prick. Oh the pleasure when she did that!

"The slut if ready, M'Lord!" Moira replied, smirking at the sweating, grimacing face of the Sex Goddess.

"Good! Then proceed with your interrogation, Moira!" Chaos said from behind Freya. Then he added with a frustrated roar, "Were is that fuckin' Elf!"

From beneath the hanging Freya came, "Here I am, Master!" Kia had been admiring her Master's humongous dong in comparison with the Goddess' relatively tiny pussy.

Freya took a moment to look down, seeing the Elf take her Master's prick in her dwarfed hands. The Elf looked back up at Freya, then winked!

"Put me in her! I wish to have Moira 'interrogate' the lesbian bitch!"

With a quick nod, and a most passionate kiss to the massive cockhead, Kia complied.

'Interrogation'? Freya thought, looking up at the Consort standing before her. Then she felt the velvety textured glans press resolutely between her wide parted pussy lips. Immediately it began driving up, sliding greasily through Kia's cum drenched hands, looking for the entrance to the hanging Goddess' belly.

Then, with the Elf's expert guidance, the Cock found it!

"AAAAAH!" Freya cried from a blend of panic at how fast and far the cockhead was stretching her womanhood and the outrageous pleasure created in her traitorous body at just having that cock touching her privates once again! All the past memories came flooding back. All the past rapes. All the past orgasms while being raped...

Then she felt silent when she caught Moira's flaming red eyes again with her own. Suddenly she was still, caught in the Consort's gaze like a deer in a oncoming car's headlights.

As she bore into Moire's vision, eyes wide and white, tunnel vision set in, eventually obliterating everything else in the room.

Everything except those blazing red orbs locked to her own.

A voice...Moira's voice...appeared in her mind. She wasn't hearing it. It was just appearing in her mind...

"I will enter your mind, your memories! You want this! You WILL want this! You cannot resist me! You cannot resist your Master! You cannot stop me! Just let go and I will make it as pleasurable an experience as you have ever had. I will make it the most wonderful experience in your life! But, if you resist..."

Somewhere, far in the back of her mind, she heard a plaintive wail, "No! Stay out of my mind..."

"She resists me, My Lord!"

"Good!" Chaos chortled. Taking her by the edge of her broad hips, he held her still.

Then her pussy stretched, and stretched, and stretched!

She couldn't pull her vision away from those red eyes! She knew it was Lord Chaos' cock, demanding entrance into her dwarfed pussy, but she couldn't stop...turn away...escape...

Stretching...stretching...stretching...

"Submit! You cannot resist me! You cannot resist enjoying...no, loving, what Lord Chaos is giving you! You cannot resist! You cannot win!"

Again her voice, from far back in her skull, tried to respond, to resist, but abruptly it was choked, stifled, crushed, "No! I will not submit to you...YEEEAAAH!"

With an ear deafening 'pop' the cockhead slipped in, immediately bloating her belly. Never had she felt so full!

She felt huge, overwhelmingly powerful hands fill themselves with her tits. Then she was screaming hysterically and aloud as more cock, more tree trunk cock, was sliding into her belly.

Only she couldn't take her eyes off of Moira's!

And Moira was endlessly, constantly talking to her desperately resisting but hopelessly weakening mind. "Feel good? Want more? Then submit to me! Let me know what is in your mind. Submit and I will let M'Lord use you properly and you will never forget the pleasure! Do not force me to break you, Freya! Do not force me to mind rape you, woman!"

Then, in a momentary flash of clairvoyance, Freya knew what had been done to Kia...

She remembered what she had been told by the few Mages that worked for any length of time for them: That the great, horrible power of the Dark Lords is that they can steal your soul and really 'fuck your mind' if you are put at their mercy.

And she was at their mercy!

Suddenly Chaos unleashed his desires, no longer restraining his overdeveloped male drive to take...ravish...fuck. In one nearly mind destroying thrust, he forced himself fully into the Goddess' girl guts.

Outwardly Freya didn't make a sound. Inwardly she screamed holy hell as her belly bulged as if she were eight months pregnant and her cervix gave way to endless inches of divine cockhead and leg thick shaft bulling into her womb.

With every inch of her feminine tubes and organs stuffed with His most manly meat, Chaos 'cuddled' up to her backside. "Hmm! One nice piece of Human ass we have here! I think we will keep her around for awhile. I think she has uses..."

Then Freya gasped as that nearly buried cock began flexing, jerking, throbbing all the way into the very center of her feminine being. The monster was moving her womb around, spreading it, making room for his upcoming load!

And she noticed something else. A sensation, from literally the middle of her belly, rising from her moving womb, from her crushed G-spot, from her wildly stretched fuck tubes. She had never felt it before. She wasn't certain whether she enjoyed it. It felt not unlike a deep gut pain, like a cramp. But she instantly did realize something about the sensation...

It was going to make her cum.

Instinctively she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop it! As her guts were moved around, without her desire or permission, the sensation from those moving guts would force her...FORCE her to exploded helplessly and totally around that awesome prick piercing her belly and soul.

And that was what Moira was waiting for.

She knew Freya couldn't stop it.

The Goddess suddenly noticed how much stronger her breathing had become. She was already panting like an Elf squatting on Loki's cock! Despairingly she tried to suppress her breathing, to slow her pants, but to no avail. Even before she realized she couldn't slow her panting, she felt her hips begin to flip, to rotate, to squirm up and down liquidly upon Lord Chaos' upright, immobile, belly impaling cock.

"That's right, slut!" Moira smirked into the Goddess' increasingly dispirited mind. "Go ahead, He likes his cunts to contribute to the fuck! Make yourself at home around the Divine, Woman-Ruling Cock! You have impressed him! He will want you to accommodate him again, so learn how to best serve him! I did! A little slut like you will soon learn to love lowering your holes around his Power! Faster, now! You will soon be humping on instinct, as your mind submits to mine and we meld and your traitorous body joins with your Master! Now fuck, you slut! Fuck your Master and submit!"

Oh how the Goddess tried to bravely cry back her defiance! But nothing would come out! All she could feel, think, do revolved around the immense prick her hips were riding and revolving around! Even a feeble "No!" would have been signs for hope!

But no, nothing! No sound out of her mouth, or her quivering, torrid, lust filled mind. No sound but the sloppy sucking sounds from between her up raised thighs, where her maximally stretched pussy hungrily sucked on Dark Lord cock as her arms energetically raised and lowered her entire body around Lord Chaos' upright but motionless sex pole.

He didn't have to move, what with Freya humping her full, wide open hips wildly over him in foot long strokes!

"It will not be long now, M'Lord!" Moira needlessly added aloud for the Goddess' degrading benefit. "She's a typical Human! Just fill their guts with a big cock and they're foaming at the mouth and humping their worse enemy! Even easier to break than an Elf!"

"Then I should be magnanimous and finish this fuck toy off!" Chaos growled, beginning to stroke himself in and out of the wildly fucking Goddess.

Freya's watermelon sized belly abruptly bulged further.

"Oh, that did it, Master!" Moira exclaimed, still looking into the fuck fried Freya's mind. "I will be entering her mind shortly, she is on the final slide into orgasm!"

Chaos pulled the madly humping, sweat streaming, hoarsely panting 'Goddess' closer to him. Half into her ear, he more softly proclaimed, "Now, I should reward you properly with a baby! Come, my Bitch, suck a baby from your Master's balls, as you have earned such a reward! Maybe I'll be kind and reward Desiree with the same!"

Then his incredible cock jerked mightily and Freya's last thought was the sensation of being flooded with white hot lava as Moira smugly stepped into her orgasm smothered mind to began digging...

"What has happened to bring this on?" Desiree's words finally broke Freya's memories of self-recrimination. "Surely providing you with some affection, even love, doesn't justify the accusation that I am a traitor!"

Doesn't she get it? Freya asked herself. "I...cannot tell you the reasons why, just that you need to believe me that the Dark Lords are...possessive of...me and that your...our...intercourse...involvement last time did disturb Lord Chaos..."

"Jealous?!" Desiree came back with an entirely too big a grin. "Are you telling me that Lord Chaos is jealous of our relationship?"

"We do not have a relationship!" Freya quickly replied. "You must never say that again! You do not know what they do...what the consequences to me are of you...just do not mention it again!"

Desiree's grin suddenly faded. Abruptly, for the first time since arriving at the Castle, Freya saw that Desiree was realizing what...the Goddess had been put through. "I am sorry," was all she said, finally and, for once, sincerely.

It was all that was needed to be said between them.

"Very well, thank you." Freya returned. Then, with a shrug that dismissed the prior conversation, she went on. "The real...fear Lord Chaos has relates to another matter. There is another...force, a White Force, in Alfheim..."

Desiree's smile and laugh returned. "Is that all?"

"All?" Freya replied in shock.

"Yes, of course!" Desiree laughed again, incredibly happy. "I know all about it! You may tell Lord Chaos that I will be crushing the puny creature within the week!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why the...Man, of course!"

Freya staggered back. "A Man? In Alfheim? Still alive?"

"Yes! Well, I believe he is in disguise, at least to most Elves. He has a huge cock, as big as...well, my Fairy, Moonbeam, reports to me that there definitely is a male, a Human male that is probably journeying with a troop of Elves towards the Impassible Mountains. He is known as a Man to at least some of the Elves, but those Elves seem not at all interested in killing him.

"That, I do admit, is somewhat strange."

Freya nodded in agreement.

"Why they are journeying so close to my realm, I do not know. But I have sent Moonbeam back to find out. My Elf Victoria is a captive with their party, so there is a very good chance I'll know all about their mission in a few days! Furthermore, I gave Moonbeam instructions to kill the Man, if possible, and capture the Elves. Especially their leader, Lady Gem! I have a...quarrel with that Elf!"

Eyes widening, Freya nodded again as she saw Desiree's skirt front tent up from a monstrous pole that suddenly had appeared under it!

"But," Freya said, "Lord Chaos did not describe a Man as the cause of Lord Dread's attack..."

"Dread? Attack?"

"Yes. They are fearful because there was a very accurate White Magic Bolt attack upon Lord Dread's party some five days ago. It does not sound like this Man, with or without a troop of Guild Elves, could have pulled off such a feat."

Desiree's smile had declined substantially. "What is Lord Chaos going to do? About me, I mean? Does he call me to Jotun?"

"No, he is sending Lady Moira to you, to inspect your projects. The Guild Queen, Thora, is marching soon with her entire army. Your Loki-kai must be ready to meet them. Lord Chaos does not trust his orcs to stop Guild Elves."

"Nor do I! Well, I'll have much to show Moira when she gets here! But there is something you can send back to Lord Chaos, tomorrow when you leave. It will do much to alleviate his concern, and maybe ease Moira's attitude towards me. I don't think she trusts me...But tell Him that I think I have traced down the Guild Agent who is responsible for that Man being in Alfheim. She was on Earth...fled there after I captured her husband, Victor, and...transformed him into an Elf..."

"Victoria?!" Freya gasped. "You changed a Human into...your Elf Victoria?!"

Desiree's grin broadened pridefully, "A Human male into an Elf! One benefit having an...important part of Loki gives a Mage! Then I fucked her right before the Human woman's eyes...NO!, better yet! I broke her ex-husband into a squealing, Loki Cock worshipping, Elf sex-slave whom I named Victoria!

"Now THAT was a delicious conquest!"

"What happened to the woman?"

Desiree's smile dropped a bit. She looked ruefully at Freya as the door to the hallway opened and Cassiopeia stepped in, pale and beautiful as always.

Freya noticed the fangs, seemingly always extended. Unusual for an Elf...

Desiree then chuckled. "As for Ms. Hobson...that's what she called herself on Earth, she is taking refuge with Queen Thora. She got away from me. My fault...I was enjoying Victoria too much...But I think I can get to her! I want you to tell Lord Chaos when you return tomorrow that I can capture his White Magic Agent. Furthermore, I believe that Ms. Hobson has become close to Margarita..."

"The Queen's daughter!" Freya gasped. "Not the Virgin Princess!"

The grin came back in its entirety, "None other! And what do you think Lord Chaos would give to have in his horny, dragon-hung clutches the ONLY virgin Guild Elf left? The only Guild Elf not fucked by Loki?"

"Because she's His daughter!"

"Of course! I know all about that...that he knew he would be overthrown some day, he just didn't believe it would be the Giants that did it! So, he arranged to impregnate Thora so as to leave Margarita. I also know that whomever fucks Margarita becomes the next Loki! At least to the Guild Elves!"

Freya, who had wanted, long ago, to be also impregnated by Loki, fought down the pain in Desiree's callous words. "Then Lord Chaos would win without a battle..."

"If he can impregnate the Elf! I have been doing some research on this, and I believe that Loki made some serious deletions when he created this place! Maybe they were accidents, or intentional, but testicles in this place cannot begat normal offspring of the impregnated female. Not without something..."

She looked carefully at Freya. "Your Brisingamen!"

"What?!"

Desiree nodded. "I'm certain of it. While the dominate...cocked individuals, like myself, can ultimately be able to impregnate females, the offspring will be...different. Maybe even monstrous... But not the same as the mother or 'father'. For instance, if I impregnated you..."

Freya froze, eyes dropping to the tenting skirt rising in front of Desiree.

"If I did, the child would not be Human, or Elf. It would have traits of each of us, of course, but it would also have other traits, unpredictable traits. But, I believe, with the Brisingamen at least some testicled 'men' would be able to produce exact hybrids of the two parents. Lord Chaos could, possibly, impregnate Margarita and produce an Elf hybrid that would put him on the throne of Alfheim."

Freya, for a moment, imagined Lord Chaos mounting Margarita, driving his monstrous phallus into the teenaged Elf's unopened pussy. Of course, her Mother, the Queen Thora, would be alongside, panting and begging for her turn upon the divine Cock...

Or maybe not. Thora was just the kind of strong willed Elf that could deny Lord Chaos the pleasure of her begging. But she, and her daughter, would still be fucked...and their minds raped by Moira.

She shook her head to clear it of the obscene scene, "But how are you going to get the Brisingamen?"

Desiree nodded. "Yes, that is the great problem. I am not sure if it even exists in the Land of Loki. That is why I must get that Ms. Hobson. She knows where it is at!"

The Goddess frowned, "But I will be returning today, not tomorrow. Why do you keep saying I'm leaving tomorrow?" Then she jumped when Cassiopeia nonchalantly walked up behind her and sensuously squeezed her right buttock.

Jumping aside to escape the groping hand, Freya yelped at Desiree, "Will you tell her to stop that?! I am not her, or your, sex slave!"

Then the Goddess stopped a moment and stared at the pale face of the Elf. Her paleness made her look unlike any Elf she had ever seen...and she had seen in three thousand years every kind of Elf in Alfheim! And then the fangs, always the fangs...Like Moira? She glanced over at Desiree, "Where did Cassiopeia come from, Desiree?" she asked.

"From a village not an hour's walk from here."

"She's a Wood Elf, then? She certainly does look like one. Her skin...and those..."

"Fangs? Yes, you noticed the fangs."

Freya nodded.

"She wasn't like that until about two weeks ago...when we found the vampire."

"Vampire? Here? I've heard of them, but not in Alfheim! Only place I've heard of them was...Earth, Europe, about five hundred years ago!"

"Well, this vampire may have gotten started five hundred years ago, but we found her two weeks ago..."

Carlotta Montaugh, the Second (and last) Baroness of Klochspine, had been successfully hiding behind the overt life of a land less, independently wealthy old moneyed European noblewoman for nearly four hundred and seventy-five years. In reality, she was a vampire.

She was consistently over that time a beautiful woman, permanently in her early thirties, her beauty frozen in time ever since the vampire Vlad the Impaler sought revenge upon her husband, the Baron of Klochspine, by visiting her on the night her husband was out looking for him.

The hideous vampire, a tall, gaunt image of a dirty old man, had over two centuries of experience with dealing with 'Ladies' accosted by him in the middle of the night. He had no difficulty at all with the Baroness in reducing her to a begging slut, her ankles behind her ears, the fingernails of both hands sunk deeply into her full buttocks in order to spread them wide while she pleaded with the smirking monster to show her the glories of anal intercourse.

Which the vampire did, driving his wrist thick, thirteen inch cock balls deep into her offered up virgin ass in one soul robbing thrust. Then, as the formerly chaste wife wailed up to him the unnatural bliss of her first, and last, anal orgasm, he sank his fangs into her jugular and sucked her soul right out of her.

She had been feeding on the blood of the innocent ever since then.

Now, in order to escape the Church's vampire hunters, who had been most successful in rooting her out of every hole she had hidden in across Europe since the end of World War I, she was in America.

Actively hunting fresh flesh.

Young, schoolgirl flesh.

Her favorite!

But there was competition! Another female was also hunting for schoolgirls! Another female who would have to be...converted before the Baroness could continue to reap the bountiful harvest of this place.

She had dealt with lesbians before!

Their blood and flesh tasted as good as straight women!

Sometimes even better as they thrashed and screamed under her fangs, held helplessly in place by her supernatural strength until they had nothing left to fight with.

Predators often made the most...delicious conquests!

She found this predator not nearly as...bright and careful as others. Outside her basement apartment, the Baroness found her prey's front door open! Slipping inside, there was barely a light lit in the entrance hall, likewise in the living room. There was only the dim red glow coming from the back room, probably bedroom, to guide her to her victim.

Perhaps she was engaged in a torrid lesbian orgy with one or two high school girls, indoctrinating them into the wicked, delicious world of lesbian oral love!

She could see herself staying in this apartment for many days, feasting on the young, juicy flesh of a number of schoolgirls, not destroying any one of them quickly...dragging it out...using them for days, weeks...

But her victim was alone.

Alone, but naked in the red glow of the back room.

A glow that struck the vampire as strange. It felt like that first night, when Vlad had taken her. There was...supernatural Aires about the energy in that room.

But the woman, barely a woman in age, was indeed luscious! Standing there naked, her back turned to the leering bloodsucker, she ignited lusty feelings that the Baroness had not felt for a long, long time. For the first time in centuries pure, raw lust for that woman's ass competed with the 'natural' hunger the Baroness felt for the woman's throat...

She suddenly wanted to bury her face between those jutting buttocks instead of that long, lithe neck!

Then the woman turned to face her, and the Baroness was discovered! The woman gasped at the sight of the distinguished woman, dressed in an ankle length formal evening gown at least a hundred years out of date and that had a neckline that plunged well below her breasts to expose the Baroness' most bountiful asset, 'D' cup boobs that looked like they were going to spill out at any moment.

"Who are you?" her victim gasped in a unusually high pitched, but delightful sounding young voice.

The Baroness didn't answer at first, lustily taking in the woman's body: Her nicely sized, perfectly conical breasts, her peculiarly narrow waist, her flaring hips, hairless mound, long, smooth throat.

Her long, pointed ears...

"My Dear!" the Baroness purred in her silky, deep voice. After many, many years of seducing and feeding on young females, she knew her voice could reduce many a young woman into helpless submissive lust without even touching her. "I am here for you! Come, embrace me!"

Her eyes locked on her victim's, who looked back with the innocence of a fifteen year old virgin. Her will reached out, sinking into and through those eyes, pouring into the young thing's open, naive mind.

It was so easy! She was so open, so trusting, so pure! Within seconds the woman was fixed in place, breathing deeply, not even nervous as the vampire advanced, face leering, fangs visible to all but the blind, trusting victim.

She embraced the woman, immediately noticing that, though tall, the woman had the warm, taut skin of a girl. Lust surged through her as she smelled the flesh of her victim, especially the flesh of her throat...

The Baroness ran her hands over the woman's body, taking much more time in pawing her victim than she had ever done in her memory. She recalled, then, the last time she had spent such time running her hands over a firm, soft, virginal female...

Almost two hundred years before, Northern Italy, the nunnery in the mountains...three months of uninterrupted, unchallenged feeding...

The virgins that lived there! Not a one old enough to be out of high school in this country! All of them untouched by degrading male fingers!

That was good eating!

But that was what had gotten the Church's vampire hunters on her trail...

No matter! This was America! The Church had more important matters to hunt for than vampires, here!

Altar boys...

The woman's buttocks where a dream! And her breasts, strong, firm, nipples as hard as pebbles!

She slipped her face, finally, into her neck, and still she didn't react, didn't pull away! Her fangs expertly settled upon the skin above the jugular, and the Baroness tasted a slight cinnamon flavor.

Most unusual...

With a brief crunch the fangs penetrated, easily sinking deep through flesh and connective tissue and right into the vein. The blood flowed and the vampire closed her eyes in bliss, as was her habit, as the unusually hot blood flooded her mouth.

Then the strange cinnamon flavor flooded her senses. It wasn't unpleasant. It was downright delicious. Just very, very unusual.

In fact, she had never tasted such blood before!

She swallowed, and her mouth immediately filled again. She swallowed again, and again, and again, and the flow refused to decrease! The amount, and force, of this delightful, but strange woman's blood was most uncharacteristic of a barely 110 pound female! It just wouldn't stop!

Then she felt arms around her back!

Incredibly strong arms, ripping open the back of her dress! Abruptly the vampire, even with its supernatural power, realized that she couldn't escape the grip of this woman's arms! Even as she struggled, her 'victim' lifted her from her feet!

She pulled her fangs from her 'victim's' throat, and watched, bewildered, as the gaping holes opening into the woman's jugular sealed before her eyes! Pulling her head back so she could see the woman's face, she saw the telltale red tinted eyes of a vampire's victim. Then the two fangs grew out from behind her upper lip.

So far, typical for a vampire's victim.

But her 'victim' wasn't showing any signs of unconsciousness, or even weakness! She was holding the Baroness in an unbreakable bear hug, and carrying her farther into the room!

Then the red glow intensified, appearing to wrap around the two of them as the Baroness was effortlessly carried further into the room...

The Baroness' screams died down soon after they had passed through the alien wall of red light. The passage had been most strange, the tingle that surged through her never experience before in nearly five centuries of vampirism. Not that the sensation was painful, just never experienced. Highly arousing, in fact, the Baroness thought she might grow to enjoy the sensation. It left a surprisingly strong, and erotic, glow in her belly.

Then her 'victim' set her down on her feet. She staggered a step, then settled upright in the almost familiar dungeon-like room. Then she heard a voice behind her...

"Is this the...woman who has been stealing my girls?" Another high pitched voice, another woman.

Another victim!

She turned to see yet another...strange looking woman! Tall as her, with long pointed ears, perfect 'C' cup breasts, inhumanly narrow waist, long legs, relatively wide hips...

And the most impressive phallus jutting stiffly out from her loins that the Baroness had ever seen! It put the huge cock of Vlad to shame!

And the testicles! The size of cantaloupe!

Then the first woman, now standing behind her, ripped her gown down the middle as if it were tissue paper! Abruptly, before she could utter a sound, she was stripped naked before the demonically hung woman!

As she stood there, gawking in rising fear at the bobbing cock pointing at her face, the first woman reached around her and filled her hands with the Baroness' impressive udders. Instantly, with a visible grimace, the Baroness felt waves of wickedly pleasurable pawed bliss flood her as her former 'victim' expertly mauled her melons!

"Ohhh!" she moaned wantonly, suddenly lost in sexual pleasure she had not experienced in centuries. The passage through that red light had changed her supernatural body! She was so aroused!

"Feel good, slut?" the cocked woman teased. "Can't wait to take me into you? It has been a long time since you have served around a cock, hasn't it? We have been studying you for some days, now! You're a blood sucker, are you? A disgusting habit, I think! And we will cure you of it! I have something much more...appropriate for you to suck and drink from!"

The woman handling her slid her right hand down the Baroness' heaving belly and surged through her wild and untrimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair to plunge unrestrained between her already spread thighs. She caught the vampire's fully erect clit between two fingers and began grinding it off...

With a loud howl the Baroness went up onto her tip toes, hands clenched at her sides, thighs quivering, as bliss such as she had never felt before seized her. All she could do was stare at that huge cock, and wail as she went catatonic under the wicked masturbation.

Desiree laughed at the helpless vampire. She began jerking and milking her cock, spreading her copious precum all along its sixteen inch length, lubricating it for nearly virginal vampire vagina. Good and dripping wet, she stepped up to the still howling, still jerking female blood sucker.

Face to face, her cock drooling long, tacky strands of babystuff all down the Baroness' heaving, sweaty belly, she spoke in the most intimate terms directly into the vampire's sweaty, grimacing face, "You're not going to suck blood anymore, slut! When I get through with you the only thing you're going to suck..."

Then she brought up her right hand, coated with layers of cum and with long, worm like strands of coiled wadd hanging from between fingers and knuckles, up to the vampire's suddenly frightened face. Waving the scummy hand under her nose, she let the Baroness have her first whiff of cum in five centuries. When the woman's nostrils flared, she ground her cum hanging knuckles into the vampire's closed mouth.

Within seconds that mouth opened wide and the vampire's fangs retracted. Then her tongue extended and she began cleaning the fist of every bit of abruptly delicious ballpudding.

"That's it, slut! Lick it up! You're going to live to get on your knees and suck pints of this stuff directly out of my balls! Aren't you, slut!"

The Baroness could only whimper, and lap cum covered knuckle.

"Enough of this," Desiree proclaimed a moment later, taking her half swallowed fist from the vampire's maw. "It's time for me to drive a stake through this bitch's heart! Only I'm going for her heart through her belly!"

Suddenly the Baroness was up in the air, held by the back of her legs, sitting in the arms of her former 'victim'! Looking wildly around herself, she didn't notice the other woman stepping up between her raised, spread thighs...

Until it was too late.

Suddenly, with a wild gasp, she felt the red hot pudcap of Desiree's/Loki's Cock press resolutely between her spread, soaked labia and right into her hardly used fuck hole.

Grabbing the Baroness by her big cheeks, Desiree didn't waste any time in driving her fist sized cockhead into the vampire's belly.

The Baroness could only howl.

Then Desiree drove the rest of Loki's cock after her glans, until the vampire's womb was full of cockhead and her belly looked eight months pregnant.

Then the Elf Mage began to fuck the vampire right out of the Baroness, the slap of her rock hard balls bouncing off of vampire ass, as well as vampiric screaming, deafening in the dungeon...

"She was quite entertaining, once I reached her heart with my stake..." Desiree finished with a flex of her barely skirt contained cock. "She's still chained to the wall in my dungeon. She enjoys it there. Especially when I send my Loki-kai down there to practice on her!"

"So," Freya replied, looking carefully at Cassiopeia. "Is she a vampire?"

"I can talk, Goddess!" suddenly came from the Elf. "And no, I am no blood sucker! I just cannot keep the fangs retracted for long! But I will tell you that the attack did alter me in other ways."

Freya felt the most wicked craving to...submit flood her when her eyes met Cassiopeia's. The longer their gaze locked, the greater the desire to...submit...to...her...will...

"You are getting wet, Goddess?" the Elf suddenly predicted with an alarming smirk. "You want to strip naked before us, before me?" And Cassiopeia took a step towards the mesmerized Goddess.

The trouble was, she was right! Abruptly, and quite unwillingly, Freya was soaking wet between her thighs! Never had she felt so aroused so quickly...outside of Lord Chaos' bedroom! And she couldn't tear her sight from those red glowing eyes!

"You may strip, now, Goddess! My Mistress wishes to use your 'charms'!" the Elf said smoothly.

It took all of the Goddess' remaining will NOT to immediately obey!

"You see?" Desiree added, also stepping towards the fixated Goddess. "She did receive something from the vampire. These vampires apparently have a great deal of...influence over Humans. Their wills are very strong, aren't they? I'm afraid that you will obey her, sooner or later. And yes, it was my idea. I ordered her to command you to submit. You see, you are much too good a fuck to waste on 'Lord' Chaos! I'm so much more appropriate for a dyed in the wool slut like you! After all, you were one of Lord Loki's main squeezes, weren't you?"

Dramatically Desiree pulled off her skirt and blouse, standing naked before the Goddess. Immediately Freya turned to the Mage and her divine dong. Freya's eyes glowed in divine light.

"And who now has Lord Loki's most important body part but me? Impressed, aren't you?"

Freya gnawed on her lower lip, literally drooling over Desiree's jutting appendage.

"You are not going anywhere tonight, are you Goddess?" Cassiopeia added.

The Goddess sighed, then shook her head.

"You are going to serve under me and around my cock, aren't you Freya?" Desiree went on. She was now drooling foot long ropes of precum to the stone floor.

Looking up at Desiree's face, Freya nodded.

"Good!" Desiree said, stepping up. "I've been wanting to use that tight twat of yours ever since you blew me during your last visit!"

Freya gasped. "No! You can't! Don't you understand? Lord Chaos considers any penetration of me by you to be treason! You must be insane to want to...to me..."

Desiree chuckled while taking Freya's left hand and leading it to her cum drooling cockhead. Immediately the Goddess' hand gripped the spongy cockhead, then began, almost absentmindedly, to milk the monstrous pole. Within a couple of strokes her hand was covered and dripping with precum.

Freya stopped her talking and stood there a moment, watching her jack off of Loki's Cock.

"You do not understand something, Freya," Desiree replied, cupping one of Freya's magnificent boobs. "With what is in your hand, I can fuck Moira into slavery! Five minutes after she gets here I will be spewing my first load, the first of many, right down that cunt's throat! And, you know what?! She'll love it even more than you! You think you're hooked on this Cock because, long ago, you were Loki's lover. Now you think you're as hooked on it as a Guild Elf for you think it is Loki's Cock! But you are wrong! I've been modifying It! Modifying both my testicles and His Cock! It is now as much my organ as it had been His! And my modifications have removed most of the impregnation preventing defects in his testicles that allowed Him to fuck all those Elves over the centuries without impregnating them. By the time Moira gets here I'll be able to impregnate her! Thus, I will be able to control her! My modifications will also turn her into a cock slave, gnawing on my meat 24/7! Wait till she tastes my new cum! She'll never want to taste Chaos' bitter wadd again!

"Just like you will be, once you get on your knees and service your Mistress!" Freya felt Cassiopeia's hand grip her ass again. "I want you too, Goddess! I love the taste of cunt! I want to taste your womb after my Mistress fertilizes you!" The Elf's fingers slid right up Freya's virgin asshole. "I want to be there when my Mistress gives you a baby!"

Intensely emotional memories of repeatedly and eagerly serving under Lord Loki, begging with a hungry, cocksucking pussy for a child from him, a child that cow Thora received instead, came flooding back. Freya sniffled and nearly broke down into bitter tears of feminine frustration. She looked at Desiree with tear filled eyes. Sudden hope for motherhood rose in her heaving breast.

Cassiopeia's hand gripped her head, now. With irresistible strength she pushed Freya's head forward. "Kiss your Mistress!" the Elf commanded.

All Freya could do was whimper, and obey. As she lapped up the stringy cum, the DELICIOUS wormy spooge hanging from the cockhead, Desiree pointed to the door to her bedroom. "Prepare my bed...I wish to use both her openings tonight! Pile the pillows high so I can drape this fuck Goddess over them with her virgin tail up high! I do not wish to give Chaos, or anyone else, the opportunity to either impregnate her or be the first to use her ass properly! After tonight she, all, will know who this Goddess serves under!"

Then she looked down at the cock milking, scum lapping Goddess. Gripping her by the back of the head, Desiree pulled Freya's mouth around the glans of her jumping pole. As inches of arm thick cock slide relentlessly into divine mouth, and then dramatically expanding holy throat, as Freya started up her slurping, gagging, choking, and snorting song of blessed deep throat, Desiree closed her fiery eyes and clenched her jaws fiercely. Nose flared, legs locking, she gripped Freya in both her hands and furiously held her head down around a good half of Lord Loki's Cock's awesome length. "Meanwhile," she gasped as life threatening spewgasm approached, "I feel...ungh!...grunt!...generous! I...I...think I will... reward this...wonderful... creature...Oh!...By Loki's cock!... Fuck!...Swallow me ...Freya...you're...too good...to resist! ...AAAAAHHHHH!"

Then, as Cassiopeia stepped through the door into Desiree's gymnasium sized private bedroom, behind her the hallway erupted with the sounds of pigs feeding at the trough.

Roger continued to walk, trying to work out the stiffness in his legs...and other part. Camp was nearly settled after another hard day of riding. The Elves had set a blistering pace, literally eating cold rations while mounted. But they had covered all the territory that Gem said they needed to, and a little bit more. They had to get to the Impassable Mountains before any of Desiree's Agents could intercept them.

But now the camp was nearly finished, the big fire alight, the nearly set sun about to be permitted to disappear beyond the hilly horizon.

Roger had to admit that Gem thought of everything as he watched the fog, billowing ground clinging clouds from out of the North, move over the campsite. Like last night, the fog would shadow their position, even hide their campfire, from any of Desiree's minions who were not already right on top of them.

It was a great idea. Only Gem had said that tonight would be the last night it would work. By tomorrow they would be too close to Desiree's Castle, to her many Agents shielding her domain, to permit them the kind of grand campsite they were used to.

Oh well! Then Roger felt the tug at his waist. It was Victoria's leash, running from the collar around her neck to his belt. He looked carefully through his hood and saw the tallish Elf motioning him towards the ubiquitous log on one side of the blazing campfire. Alongside the log was Stryker, holding two suddenly luscious looking legs of mutton.

Without further hesitation he walked up to the Elf.

The Arcastrian and Aesir sat alone on the log, as was the custom on this trip. But, at least today, the mutton was warm and juicy and the travel ale crisp and cold. And Stryker had been definitely more...friendly since Roger had taken the responsibility of keeping Victoria under wraps.

And Roger knew why, once he got another look at the sergeant with her new 'travel companion', Hermione! He had to admit that the musclebound Elf had a way with schoolgirls! She would have been holy terror at a Catholic Girl's High School!

In spite of Hermione's frantic, panicky resistance of that morning, Stryker had been absolutely brilliant at giving the schoolgirl a quick and thorough training in the good arts of horse feeding!

And not how to feed a horse!

The other way around!

That morning, literally in front of the entire camp, including a smirking Gem and flustered Flare, Stryker had demonstrated to Hermione her claims about horses and their morning loads!

Hermione had protested, true. But she also had squatted, buck naked and soaking wet from her morning dip in the stream, under her own horse...at the insistence of Stryker's talented fingers and devastating tongue. And, low and behold, the Human girl, with her first taste of equine precum, took to it like Flare had done to his bone at their first camp, so long ago...

With bloated horse nut clutched in each little girl hand, and Stryker reaching around the licking and lapping schoolgirl to most effectively milk feet long horsecock, Hermione experienced her first 'fresh and hot' breakfast on the road! Most of which wound up coagulating all over her face and magically well endowed chest and belly! So much so that Stryker had to escort the cum blinded schoolgirl back to the stream for another tongue and water cleansing!

But she had swallowed enough testiclepudding to be converted to breakfasts of horse 'sushi'!

So, no sooner had they dismounted for camp this night, and the Elves, including Victoria, went to their duties thanking their mounts for a hard day's ride, than he saw Hermione, without urging by Stryker or even the ever grinning Gem, going down, literally, on her own horsehung horse!

Roger had found himself standing there, staring at the pornographic display, fighting down his own urge to spring a boner to rival that trying to break Hermione's jaws. The girl was eager, but not experienced. She had managed to coax her mount into humping into her face, nearly breaking the poor girl's neck with the increasing power of its thrusts, but, long after each Elf had finished off her own mount, Hermione was still struggling.

Stryker, eager to show the schoolgirl the bliss of pressurized Clydesdale spooge ingesting, in a most self sacrificing manner volunteered to wet down Hermione's mount's stuffed balls with her ever ready tongue. Then, crushing the mount's dripping wet nuts in talented, powerful hands, Stryker then ended the horse's agony by driving a foot of her tongue up its ass.

Her mount, with a most unusual whinny (Elf mounts are trained not to make a sound when they are serviced in the field.), proceeded then to blow Hermione's cock filled head off with a spooging of historic proportions.

Roger was moved by the schoolgirl drenching display of equine virility.

Especially his nuts! They were banging against his knees when he went to sit by the log to eat supper. He was afraid to look at them, they had swelled so. It had been...what? Three days since he last spewed into Flare?

Flare!

He hadn't even seen her all day! Well, not her face! Situated near the back of the troop, leashed to Victoria, he had only gotten glimpses, delicious glimpses, of Flare's bulbous ass spread across the back of her horse. While that was nice, much, much better than not seeing any of her, a look at her face, up close, would have been heavenly.

Or her tits!

Or her pussy!

Of course, he had also seen Gem's big butt too! It, too, had looked good, spread across bare horse back!

Those 'almost fucked by him but stupidly didn't' asscheeks would look better spread apart for him than for a horse's back!

Damn it! He had to get his rocks off! His balls hurt!

Gnawing on his mutton, he then saw Flare walking by. She was still on the other side of the fire, but she was coming as close to it, and him, as she would dare. And she was shaking her tail so nicely as she passed the fire, and him, that she attracted some hungry looks and most out of place catcalls from the other Elves as she went! Elves that she outranked!

But she ignored them. It was the out of the corner of her eye glance she gave him, the little smile when she thought he was looking at her face, the extra flip of those heavenly hips when she was certain he was watching those, that made all the difference in his meal!

Then he saw Stryker, clearly following just behind and to the side of Flare. But watching him...

Did she know about him and Flare? But no, Stryker was just keeping an eye on Flare, making sure she didn't get any closer to the Arcastrian slaver than absolutely necessary...

Under orders from Gem, no doubt!

Don't trust the Arcastrian! Especially with the Commander's 'squeeze'!

What if he stood up, walked up to that musclebound bimbo and whipped out a couple feet of Loki Cock! How would the good sergeant act then, with divine godcum drooling down her face!

What do you do now, bitch?! Eh?

What about all those Elves around him? Would any of them resist licking Loki's balls? What would Gem do if all her troopers turned into Loki groupies?

Slice your dick into salami sandwiches, stupid, that's what she'd do!

Damn it! His balls hurt!

Maybe I can slip into the darkness and find where Flare was heading? Maybe a quickie before Gem, or Stryker can find out?

It would be a quickie, the overstuffed condition his balls were in! He wouldn't last a minute in Flare's mouth!

Flare...on her knees...hands full of his babymakers...mouth full of him...sucking...sucking...sucking...

Damn it!

Roger, finishing off his ale, drifted off for the millionth time that day into yet another Elven dream world of quiet, intimate campsites, of staring up into heavenly pink and wet Elf girl slit while letting a perfect pointy eared creature straight out of a drug induced wet dream suck his guts out through an ex-god's superhuman prick.

He was really feeling sorry for himself...again!

Then, suddenly and unexpectantly, a soft, sultry voice came from his right, obliterating his very inadequate wet daydream. The voice was from the direction of the Aesir! Intimately the voice spoke, slowly, carefully, "You know, I don't know about you, but I haven't cum since we left Elfthring! You Arcastrians have a reputation of knowing how you use your long, prehensile tongues! How you keep your...property in line, I suspect. Well, I'm willing to return the favor if you're willing to slip away for a little private tongue dancing!"

Roger looked over at Victoria. She looked almost like a newlywed, demurely looking at the ground between them.

Then he heard the low, hurried talk, the quiet urgings, then the cheering coming from the other side of the fire...

While he had been daydreaming about 'love', the Elves had been acting! He now saw how dark it had become, both the sun's setting and the rolling fog overhead turning the sky into deep night. The Elves had already dispersed, paired off around the edge of the firelight. It was as if they couldn't wait any longer...

All while he daydreamed.

But someone was stirring. The urging and cheering were drawing out a couple for amateur hour. A different couple, this night.

Roger was oh so thankful!

It was Stryker this time who stepped out into the firelight. Stryker, dragging Hermione!

Roger's heart jumped when a shyly smiling Hermione was suddenly crushed with an awesome lesbian kiss by the consummately powerful sergeant! For a long moment all went silent, the obscene, almost whispered urgings, the loud cheering, even the panting and moaning from the foggy shadows, went quiet as Hermione, initially wide eyed and openly frightened by the rough handling of Stryker, slowly, steadily melted into the masterful arms of the lesbian Elf. When the kiss finally ended the schoolgirl hung limply in Stryker's arms, eyes fluttering, barely breathing.

Roger jumped when the approving roar surged through the camp as Stryker looked about the camp in smirking triumph!

When the roar subsided the Elf spun the schoolgirl around, and faced both of them towards their commander's bedroll. Gem knelt at the edge of the firelight, beaming at her all conquering sergeant. "Go ahead, Sergeant!" she proclaimed, loud enough for all, including Roger, to hear clearly. "Show us where Human's belong in our Alfheim!" Then she reached down and tussled the mat of hair between her thighs.

Roger's jaw dropped. 'Hair' between her thighs! Yellow-blond hair! It was Flare! Flare's head, under and between Gem's thighs!

The bitch was sitting, riding, humping Flare's face! He could see clearly, suddenly, between the yellow-red tongues of flame flicking up from the almost bonfire sized campfire. Gem was openly, obviously, for all to see but especially Roger, smearing her dribbling fuck slit all over Flare's face! It was as if she were washing her face in Gem's crystal clear pussy juice!

And every time he caught a glimpse of Flare's face, it was a slimy, shiny mess of bliss!

Looking away from the face sitting Gem, Roger caught Stryker dropping Hermione's skirt to the ground and pulling her tunic off over the schoolgirl's head. He watched only long enough to see the sergeant reach around the naked girl and assault her tits and pussy.

With a wild cry as strong, Elven fingers bulled apart Human pussy lips and caught stiff, eager schoolgirl clit between them, Hermione began writhing in Stryker's powerful arms as the Elf went for her open and smooth neck. She first kissed, then sloppily licked Hermione's presented throat, and, when the sweet girl flesh as shiny with Elf spit, she set her fangs over the jugular.

The schoolgirl stiffened momentarily. Guild Elf fangs were quite vestigial, but quite sharp, though short. It was very unlikely that Stryker's could have reached deep enough to puncture the girl's jugular.

But Hermione didn't know that, and the effect of those fangs pressing in, almost...almost breaking the tender skin above her veins, must have been intimidating and humbling to the girl.

After scaring her good and proper, the Elf then worked her way, licking and slobbering the entire distance, up to Hermione's ear. Alternating between plunging her tongue into that ear, and whispering into it, Stryker managed to communicate to the schoolgirl her demands in no uncertain terms with two different wavelengths.

Roger saw the schoolgirl nod eagerly and quickly after Stryker finished whispering into her ear while mauling her meaty teen jugs and working up her dripping wet pussy into a good and proper lather. Immediately after nodding the schoolgirl spread her naked legs wide and Stryker's right hand disappeared between eagerly parted teen thighs...

Before every Elf in camp...

As Hermione's head flew back and she oh so sweetly howled her submission to dominate Elven fingerfuck, the vulgar responding cheers of the other Elves, including the face sitting Gem, made Roger's mind up, then and there. He turned to the still waiting Aesir, Victoria, and simply and briskly nodded his hood once.

Victoria's face lit up gratefully. Carefully she rose, not standing at her full height so as not to attract attention.

Roger followed, but before stepping off towards the shadows, he glanced around the edge of his hood at Gem.

She was watching him, of course, like a hawk. Seeing him pushing the Aesir towards the darkness of the nearby stream, she smiled knowingly. Then she tussled the cunt buried Flare's hair again.

At least the Bitch wasn't letting Flare see him slipping off with the Aesir!

At the edge of the camp light, the soft gurgling of the stream in the background, Victoria suddenly stopped. Turning to him, her face showed concern. "Uh, look, I know enough about you...Arcastrians to know there are...techniques you can use to...uh, trap Elves. Things you can do with your tongues...Look, I am trusting you to not...you know, enslave me or something to you? This is purely a friendly mating of two...lonely women. Right? For our mutual good health. Nothing long term...or permanent? I never intended it as an offer of submission or a business deal! Okay?"

Roger almost laughed. She thought he really was an Arcastrian! Then he realized: Of course, she had never seen his dick with him in his costume! Well, she was going to get that straightened out tonight, for certain!

Silently he gripped her upper arm, feeling its strong underlying musculature, but also the sweet, smooth softness of her overlying feminine flesh when he pushed her into the darkness. Just the touch of soft female arm flesh sent his cock swelling.

Boy, was she in for a surprise! he told himself as he followed.

They found the stream easily, then went up it a few meters until, though a short thicket of brush, they came across a small flat grassy knoll separating by about fifteen feet the stream edge from a towering boulder. As if Gem was lending him a hand, the overhead fog parted to admit a beam of bright moonlight, illuminating their little stage.

He stopped her, then spun her back towards him by her arm. She looked at his dark hood with a mixture of lusty feminine need and fear of unknown Arcastrian sexual power.

He took hold of a piece of her tunic, shaking it and, immediately taking the hint, the Elf quickly nodded and drew the garment over her head. Without further urging she went for the waistband of her tights.

Roger just leered at her perfect tits, remembering having her under him, at his mercy, three days before. When she yanked down her tights, showing him her typically bald Elven loins, wet and shiny with her need.

His cock leaped between his legs.

She stood naked before him, one hand rubbing her other arm sticking out before her. She frowned in concern when he didn't reciprocate her disrobing.

He waited another minute, leering at her willing nakedness and thinking about how to expose himself. But, after that minute, he just decided to show her...

Grabbing the hem of his costume, he hiked the lower part of his robes up to his waist, and his rock hard prick flipped up, fully erect, throwing long, shiny strands of precum up onto the naked Victoria standing hardly three feet away.

Her gasp echoed off the boulder, louder than even the gurgling of the stream behind him. Her eyes glowed in reflected light, but not moonlight, as she gawked at his fully betrayed prick, her mouth wide open in utter shock.

Looking at her awed eyes, glowing from a light invisible to him, reminded him that she was too, after all, an Elf.

After a moment of awed gaping she looked up, gasping a "You!"

Roger's hood nodded. Then he remembered he still had a hood on. Quickly he pulled the hood back.

Victoria's wide eyes widened further. "YOU!" she gasped.

Roger smiled, then nodded. "Surprised?" he asked. Then, his memory of past Elvish reactions to seeing his face returning in a rush of self-preservation, he steadied himself for a sudden assault. He'd learned by now that one could never be sure about naked Elves seeing a Man!

Instead Victoria looked back down at his profusely drooling prick jutting up nearly under her chin. For a long count she stared, starting to pant and apparently lost in thought before, with a hungry moan, she dropped heavily to her knees to the soft, grassy ground.

Gripping his prick with strong, hungry hands, she looked back up at him, "You have no idea how many times since we...since you...oh, I've wanted this...you so much!" In the middle of her address to him she began to milk his tumescent slab with a strong, competent hand twisting motion.

And immediately Roger knew she had done this before as he dutifully and noisily caught his breath before vigorously belching a cascade of greasy ballslime down the chin and chest of the ogling Aesir.

"Oh, yes!" Victoria cried, looking down immediately after the first globs of ropy wadd stuck to her chin. With a fascinated, abruptly famished view, her eyes crossed to keep in focus a particularly fat, night crawler sized strand of manstuff hanging a good foot out of his piss slit. Then, as a hopelessly grinning Roger watched, her Elven tongue flashed out and snagged the off white colored worm and, like a chameleon, drew it into her mouth and remorselessly down her throat.

Her swallowing of the lumpy hunk of manpudding echoed off the boulder behind her.

She then most tenderly kissed the gunky tip of his glans. "I love you!" she whispered with deep, serious passion.

But her hands never stopped milking him and, to Roger's credit, his overstuffed nuts never stopped sending more and yet more gunk out the tip of that jumping sexpole and down the mumbling Elf's chin.

"You are magnificent, M'Lord!" she babbled, eyes twinkling, tongue lapping. "I haven't been able to think about anything else since you mastered me..." The Elf, continuing to proclaim her enslavement to him, began rubbing his glans over her smooth, velvety cheeks, chin, forehead, bridge of her nose, all over her face.

And Roger, most magnanimously, never stopped dumping buckets of precum wherever she ran that cockhead.

She painted her face with Roger's precum, literally coating her upturned, ecstatic countenance with creme' de Roger.

Roger quickly lost his grin. Her milking, her velvety skin against his bloated glans, her hot, panting breath on his overstuffed, swollen rock hard balls were too good... "I'm gonna cum...if you keep that up!" he finally managed to gasp, reaching out to stop her face painting.

She just started with her prehensile tongue, right on his throbbing cockhead.

"OOOOOHHH!" Roger moaned, mortally wounded.

Now Victoria chuckled. Opening her mouth wide, she waited until Roger opened his eyes and looked down. Then she engulfed his glans and a good half foot of shaft behind it and began hungrily gnawing.

Roger's knees locked, his hands fisted into the Aesir's long, black hair. All he could do was groan when he felt the Aesir's hands reach around and grip the sides of his ass.

Then Victoria began throat fucking his cock, slickly, unrestrainedly, fluently engulfing his bloated man sausage into her compliantly expanding gullet. Her sloppy sucking and regularly sharp gagging echoed off the boulder.

In record time, less than a minute of noisy choking on huge cock, she had his Elf feeding tube jumping and pulsing, more than ready to spew. Only then did she stop and pull off.

Roger gasped, almost screaming at her to keep going, "Oh, don't stop! Damn it, PLEASE don't stop! You're so good! I'm so close! PLEASE!"

Victoria slurped on his glans, licking, lapping, sucking playfully, keeping him up and jerking, but not enough delightful velvety friction to send him over the edge. "M'Lord?" she gasped between slurps. She sounded like Flare had eons ago when he had her all to himself alongside a gurgling stream. "M'Lord? Before I...feed on you, you must promise me something?"

"What?!" he barked, gasping from the awesome, and quite painful congestion within his balls. He was so close! "Please, what Baby!"

She giggled like a schoolgirl realizing for the first time the power she had with the football team captain standing over her, literally begging for one more lick, one more torrid, sopping mouth suck. "Lick!...Before...burp!...Before...I... finish you...slurp!...you must...lap!...promise...burp!...promise to...slurp!...to fuck me!...belch!"

She barely got the last rumbling belch out before a consummately agreeable and boisterously enthusiastic Roger was frantically replying, "Oh yesyesyesyesyes! Anything! PLEASE! My balls are so full! Flare, Baby, anything you want!"

With the mention of Flare Victoria looked up, seeing Roger's eyes closed and his body in as close to a catatonic state as she could remember anyone being in. With a shrug she took his mistake in stride. After all, this wasn't a permanent affair! Just a quickie, for their 'mental' health! She could always get Roger away from these Elves, when the time was right, by repeating her masterful 'kneeling mouth love' technique...

She looked ever so longingly at the leaping, precum pissing cock just off her nose. With a shudder she realized that SHE needed this magnificent beast deep inside her as much as Roger needed the service of her cum gulping mouth! "Slurp!...Then you agree...burp!...to fuck me...slurp!... M'Lord? I need you inside me, Sir Roger! So badly do I!"

Roger no longer could do anything except immediately bark back, "Yes! Anything!"

Victoria looked into Roger's piss slit, then nodded. "You have Lord Loki's Cock, that is certain! It is bigger than Desiree's, I think!" Her tongue flew out again. "Slurp! It certainly...gulp!...tastes better than hers!"

Now Roger shrugged. "Okay, its your wish, your wish is my command! I'll fuck you bowlegged! Only, how about finishing what you started? After all, didn't you ask me...er, my character first?"

With a grin, and an eager nod, Victoria gripped the sides of Roger's hips again and dove, full tilt, back to her task.

As soon as she had engulfed nearly half of his cock, and she began again her trademark shaft encompassing, sopping wet, vacuumous and rapid head bobbing oral service over nearly his entire mindless prick, Roger knew, gratefully, that she wouldn't stop, not this time!

Nor would he take very long in that hungry, tight throat.

She was good!

"Oh Baby! All you Elves are such cocksuckers!" he gasped, losing control.

Victoria actually sped up her head bobbing, throat stretching, cock swallowing. It had been so long since she had last knelt before such an organ! Not since Desiree had rewarded her after her last successful mission!

And Sir Roger definitely tasted better than Desiree!

Now, if he would only provide more 'cream'...

With a loud gasp, he abruptly did.

Her gagging, retching, snorting, and slurping went on and on as his furiously ejected spurts squirted repeatedly out her flared nostrils and erupted in tacky, lumpy waves from out her stuffed, widely spread, but willingly gobbling mouth.

His mind went blank with wondrous bliss as he grabbed the Elf by her convenient ears and callously manhandled her cockstuffed head to maximize his pleasure, fucking her throat without gentlemanly restraint and ruthlessly spewing down into her receptive gullet.

And how did the Elven bitch react to having some fourteen inches of arm thick cock shoved down her throat to unload a good pint of babymaker mansauce directly into her stomach?

Eagerly. Snorting, swallowing, and occasionally vomiting Roger's generously produced and donated wadd, she grimly, eagerly, even enjoyably gobbled or snorted every jet of jism Roger provided.

When he finally stopped force-feeding her, she carefully extracted his anaconda from her cum coated throat, sounding like she was pulling a fist out of gooey mud, then immediately began cleaning off the cum hanging from her chin and stuck to her aching, arching tits.

Roger, unable to get enough air to slow his wild panting, wavered on his feet, sounding like a laboring horse in the still night air. When he managed to collect himself sufficiently to open his eyes, he watched with utter fascination as the Elf's two foot long lingus most effectively cleaned all of his, hopefully first, deposit of manstuff of the evening from Victoria's shiny, delightfully smooth flesh.

His superhuman cock, too, did nothing but shine from the thick coating of Elf spit left behind by the well fed cocksucker, and, of course, stiffly jerk in the night air. Roger's hentai quality manpole wasn't finished with the still kneeling, compliant Elf, not one bit! His straining sex monster didn't soften a bit as Victoria finished lapping up all of Roger's first load.

Once her tongue toilet was finished, she looked up at him with a big, wet smile. "Fuck me, M'Lord! Please!" she croaked through a cum coated throat.

Instantly, looking into Victoria's literally cock begging eyes, Roger's cock began throbbing and an equally big grin broke out in his face. "Sure! Your wish is my command, Aesir, provided it is your wish to have my...er...Lord Loki's Cock inserted into you!"

As if on cue, Roger's bobbing cock began drooling, then tossing worms of wadd once again.

"Now, where do you want it?" 'Sir' Roger added, leering openly at the Elf's wide (for an Elf) hips.

Instantly Victoria twisted and jumped up at the same time, turning away from him and bending way, way over. Her legs spread apart, placing her flat footed feet about a meter apart.

Roger found himself staring right into her feminine crease, her admittedly, when this close, impressive ass facing him with her head down on the grass. And he could see everything! Her deep, now spread wide asscrack, sweeping smooth and wet from her tailbone to the beginning of her labia, first attracted his attention. But when she flexed her pussy muscles, and her long, fiery red, and dripping wet pussy lips closed and opened like a vertical mouth hungrily inviting him to feed her...

Roger's pussy sausage leaped for joy, and hunger, for Elf slit!

Without hesitation he stepped up, bent his knees slightly to line up his ever ready woman stuffer with her flexing fuck hole, then asked, "Here?" Not waiting for an answer, he pressed his cockhead between her wide open labia.

Both of them moaned deliriously from the contact of their genitals. Both thought the other's sex organs were the hottest, slipperiest, most velvety intense things ever inserted/wrapped around their organs!

Roger took a brief moment to run his glans up and down her girl slit, bulling aside her willingly parting labia, then grinding his cock down on Victoria's vastly smaller girl button.

The Elf immediately responded with only partially voluntary exclamations, "OOOOOHHH! M'Lord! No! I...I...can't...EEEEEE!...can't stand...Damn you!...You...YOU BASTARD!...cuming, I'm cuming...don't stop!...EEEEEE!...Grunt!... Please!...Squeal!... PLEASE!...Grunt! Grunt! Grunt!" Squirming around his nearly motionless cockhead, Victoria lost it sweetly, noisily, wonderfully!

Roger grinned like the Cheshire Cat, leering as her spread butt squirmed and thrashed, but always maintained that blessed pressure upon her jumping clit. But then Victoria retaliated, reaching desperately between her legs and gripping Roger's low hanging sack!

He felt long, wickedly sharp nails sink into his left nut!

"Okay!" he gasped out as a torrential sheet of precum exploded out of his prick to drench the Elf's dancing pussy. As quickly as he could he directed his fist sized cockhead to the whimpering Elf's wide open twat.

He immediately drove in, gaining a good eight inches of Elf fuck guts before Victoria could even squawk. But she immediately released his ready to spew balls. Roger, half encased in furnace-like Elf cunt, was in no mood to gloat. The only mood he found himself in was to fuck this Elf into a stupor.

And then cum all over her face!

With a barely restrained roar, the Mighty Male Avenger gripped his conquered, ass offered up Aesir by her hips, then drove omnipotently down into her guts, sliding hotly, greasily, completely into Victoria's velvet glove-like belly.

A belly that swelled ominously as he sank home.

And Victoria moaned oh so loud and gutturally! Roger had never heard an Elf groan so...nastily before! Like his driving cock was forcing, FORCING the deep gut pleasure from her!

Damn he was good!

Pressing resolutely against the Aesir's womb, pushing it further up into her and making her belly swell even more, Roger didn't want to waste any more time with foreplay. Victoria had had enough foreplay, he thought, vividly feeling her pussy juice dribble down his ballsack which now hung a good foot below his cock root! So he simply began plowing her, good and hard.

Victoria didn't last three deep, long, gut dislocating, belly swelling strokes before obediently, and noisily, exploding under her triumphant, masterful Fuck Lord. Oh how she squealed! How she grunted! How she praised Roger, between squealing and grunting, for his masterful use of her!

And, of course, the divinity of his Cock!

As Roger relentlessly continued to plow the ass offered up Elf, his balls swung between their legs in ever lengthening arcs. Soon his softball sized, cum stuffed eggs were slapping against Victoria's swollen belly, sounding almost like the slaps off of firm, Elven asscheek, only slightly more kettle drum in frequency.

Roger didn't care and he was certain, from observing the top of Victoria's head twisting on the grassy ground, her eyes rolled up into her skull, that she had no real opinion one way or another!

Except that he didn't stop!

Then Roger did exactly that!

She continued squirming for a couple of counts, not realizing at first that her guts were no longer stuffed with god meat. When she finally came back to reality enough to focus her eyes she looked back. "What?"

Roger was still grinning, but now staring not at her cock stretched, dripping pussy, but the slightly darker pink, but MUCH smaller hole above it.

Immediately Victoria recognized where Roger's stare was focused, "NO! Oh, No! Please! I've never...you can't...it won't...Oh, not that!"

Roger just nodded slowly, never taking his grinning leer off the new prize. "That's why I'm going to..."

"I'm a virgin there!" the Elf wailed just like the little teenybopper in the bucket seat of her boyfriend's car, wearing not a blessed thing but socks, her legs up over her, ankles behind her ears, staring up in utter terror, and not a LITTLE wild excitement, as her boyfriend hovers over her lush schoolgirl body while arching hugely out over her the only cock she's ever known...even seen, preparing to make her anatomically a woman before she could get her driver's license, better yet her high school diploma!

To Roger her winsome, desperate, hopeless cries for maintaining her virginity only added to the Elf's doom.

"You're ass is mine!" Roger roared, popping out of one dripping wet Elf hole and inserting his huge glans into the next. Then he thrust.

Victoria screamed as he popped inside, certainly and expectantly. She screamed bloody murder, in fact, for about five seconds. Then, when Roger thrust again, and a good foot of arm thick God Cock disappeared into Victoria's back door, Victoria's tune changed abruptly.

Her eyes popped open, her jaw dropped, then, with a sudden grimace, she slowly lowered her head to the grassy ground and...

Moaned. Real long and loud.

A moan of intense, distinct, pleasure!

When Roger's hips pressed against her still upraised tail, and the Elf's belly swelled from all of the incredibly long and thick meat stuffed up her heretofore unpenetrated back tube, Victoria jerked.

Then she fell face forward upon the ground, squealing like a banshee, thrashing wildly under the driving Roger.

Roger's grin broadened as he watched the Elf 'live with' almost a foot and a half of cock stuffed up her butt. Her eyes were now wide and white, wildly glaring at nothing as her clenched teeth bit at the long strands of grass in her face. Her hands and feet scratched at the ground, her legs thrashing, her fists pounding impotently on the unmoving earth.

And Roger took up a foot long stroke, pounding in and out between Victoria's delightfully meaty and firm buttocks, obviously hitting home DEEP in her guts with every in stroke. The slap in their 'lovemaking' had returned, only the 'slap, slap, slap' of their mating was the sound of resolute, powerful, all conquering male hips smashing omnipotently against thrashing, sweaty, submissive, buttfucked Elf tail!

Was this place great or what? Roger thought as he planted his hands alongside each side of the Elf's mindlessly twisting head, closed his eyes, and enjoyed Victoria's talented bowels sucking on his hard driving cock. Her squeals were music to his ears.

He felt that his soon to arrive load would be coming out of her long, pointed ears!

From the brush growing some twenty feet up one side of the towering boulder and little more than that distance from the cockbroken, assfucked Elf, a pair of almond shaped, though substantially smaller than Elven, eyes gleamed in reflected divine light. The face those eyes belonged to was also diminutive, though wondrously beautiful.

A substantially thinner than Elven tongue, shiny wet and suitably long, flicked out to wet ruby red lips as she watched Roger's cock, which was rhythmically appearing from and powerfully disappearing into squirming Elven butt, start up its preorgasmic jerking.

It would not be long now! thought the little beauty. Behind the delicious creature gossamer wings slowly, gently moved side to side as the Fairy looked wistfully down at the ever increasingly frantic and noisily contacting lovers.

She could hear Roger's impassioned moans and, somewhat degrading, remarks down to the overwhelmed, receptive, if not entirely willing, Aesir thrashing in increasingly intense, though unsought orgasm beneath his driving hips. The sharp, slapping sounds of their love making were so sweet! Her pussy was soaked from hearing...seeing them! How so much she wanted to be where Victoria was!

Not that she had to demean herself by kneeling before the beast so he could have easy access to her most private opening! There would be no way she would grovel and beg to ANALLY service that cock!

Unless the Man demanded it!

How much she wanted to sit on that wondrously divine, and huge, organ!

Even though the Cock looked bigger than she was!

It would be worth it!

Then her fantasies were suddenly interrupted when, with a roar from Roger, and a brief but ear splitting squeal from the convulsing Victoria, Roger spewed uninhibitedly into Elf butt. Almost at once the Aesir's guts began growling, even louder than Roger's ball emptying moans, and the Fairy gnawed on her lower lip as her gossamer wings sped up to near blurs as she enviously listened to the growls and watched the helpless, fucked Aesir thrash in awesome bliss under her conqueror in apparent eager acceptance of her place in the world.

As a Spermtank for the emptying of divine cum nozzle.

The spread and dramatic movement of Victoria's convulsing, her mad squirming around the Man's spewing cumhose, was awesome and fascinating to behold! She had no idea that the Aesir was so practiced at servicing such huge organs with her bowels!

She thought the Aesir was still virginal in the butt department!

It must have been working for Desiree that gave her such skills!

The Fairy promised herself to spend more time around the Elf Mage, so she could get such entertaining, and rewarding, skills!

But then the diminutive creature slowed her spastic wings and settled down on the branch she hid behind to most satisfyingly watch the divinely endowed Human finish unloading into the blissfully fuck defeated Aesir. There was no longer any rush for her. No anxiety at all, anymore, about successfully completing her mission.

Moonbeam had found her MAN.

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