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.

11. The Hero Gets Some Relief or A Bad GuyG

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Roger arched over the incessantly quivering and squirming, prick pinned Elf, his head reared up upon extended arms, his grimacing face frozen in the final exertions of orgasmic rapture. Victoria, splayed under him across the cool, soft down, her lower lip gnawing face half buried in the luxurious, blanket-like lawn, moaned her loud, repeated pant into the grass. Her cum flooded bowels refused to quiet their blatant growling as Roger's most recently deposited load surged up and down her cock stuffed butt tube.

His cock refused to deflate, even after the final tremors of his orgasm ceased. Likewise the Elf's writhing continued, even after Roger's incredible organ stopped its powerful, frequent pulses and lurches oh so far up her rumbling guts.

She was still squirming and panting minutes later when Roger finally came back to reality, and looked down at the cockbroken Aesir. Slowly, his supporting arms shaking with exhaustion, he withdrew his cum lubricated pole from the Elf's widely stretched tail.

Victoria yelped sharply but briefly when his fully swollen and brutally wide crowned cockhead popped back out of her sphincter.

Once freed of her cock grasping asshole, Roger rolled upon his back alongside the hardly moving, but still strongly panting, Elf. With playful, all-too-male arrogance after his Aesir conquering butt fuck, he slapped her bulging, sweaty right asscheek with a sharp, brief, stinging open hand. "Thanks, Baby, I needed that!" he panted.

For a long moment further Victoria lay still, only panting and gut growling betraying her consciousness. Then she wearily raised her head and looked at the male laying alongside her. His eyes were closed, his face beaming a contented, blissful grin.

Then she looked down and saw his prick, awesomely still nearly fully erect, only a slight curve to it as it arched, divinely wide and monstrously long, over his gently rising and falling stomach to drool half way up his right ribcage. A wide, adoring grin broke out on her naturally gorgeous Elven face as her eyes once again glowed with deified light, staring unblinking at her 'precious'.

Without hesitation or asking permission, she reached out and clutched his gently pulsing cockshaft with her dwarfed hand.

Immediately a long rope of left over wadd gushed out the tip to hang, swaying, inches below his glans.

Roger abruptly opened his eyes with the fierce, pleasant seizure of his meat. Then his grin broadened when he saw the back of the Elf's head as she continued to clearly admire just his disgustingly drooling equipment, ignoring the rest of him. From nearly two feet away he saw her tongue shoot out, like a chameleon's, and snag his hanging cum worm. His hissed with the unusual pleasure of feeling the half foot or so of still cock held cum rope literally being pulled out of him as she greedily sucked his coiled strand of baby stuff into her ravenous maw.

Then he heard her gulp...once...noisily.

When she leaned forward, towards his beginning to jerk meat, he hastily said, "Uh, you want more?"

She tenderly, hotly, lovingly kissed him...right on the slit at the tip of his cockhead. "I love you!" she immediately added, most passionately.

"Uh, sure...I mean...you were great and all..."

She turned to face his face, and began running his hot, once again turgid glans over her velvety, equally hot cheek. At once his organ belched a big glob of precum, which she spread over her right cheek, ear, forehead while looking oh so pleasantly at Roger's face. "You were magnificent, M'Lord! I've never been so...penetrated! Not even Desiree possessed me like that!"

Roger smiled uncomfortably at the increasingly...irrational looking Elf. "Uh, I'm...happy to have been...of assistance! Er, you...want...more?" His precum was hanging from her chin in long, coiled strands now. She had a most... detached look in her still beaming eyes.

"Fuck me again, M'Lord!" she husked, beating him now, making more, much more, precum surge out his again fully bone hard cock and all over her smiling face.

"Fuck my ass, again, M'Lord!" she added, turning back to lick his glans clean.

Roger winced as the all too wonderfully wet, hot pleasure of Elven tongue upon swollen cockhead threatened to seize him. "Wait!" he managed to gasp and, thankfully, Victoria relented just before he lost the will to stop her.

Looking back at him, a somewhat disappointed look on her face, prompted Roger to hastily add, "I...need to check on the camp!"

Looking himself in the direction of the Elf camp, he suddenly realized that he better check on them. There was no longer any sounds of raucous seduction and sex partying coming from the fire lit area located around the edge of the boulder. Maybe the Elves had settled down and would now notice that the two of them were no longer there...

"Look, I'd better check on them in case they discover were we are. I don't want any more Elves to know about my true identity! Right?"

Victoria immediately nodded. "Yes, of course, M'Lord! I do not want any others fighting me over you!" Then she kissed his glans again, most tenderly.

He took the leash attached to the Elf's collar and, almost in mimicry of a '50's Hollywood western hero tying his horse before entering the saloon, loosely and lazily looped it a couple of times around a nearby branch of a bush before rising. He knew it wasn't much to keep her from running off, but he rationalized that his promise of more cock action was a stronger motivator to keeping that Elf in place than any trussing up to a tree could be.

"Look," he added pulling his disguise over his head. "I'll take a peek around the corner, then be back. I promise, if you stay here, to stuff any hole you want when I get back!"

Victoria nodded her beaming head vigorously, like a child being promised candy...or Flare being offered another throat splitting cocksuck!

No sooner did Roger, now engulfed in his Arcastrian costume, step away towards the Elf camp glow, than Victoria collapsed back to the soft, cool grassy mat, her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her still flushed face.

No sooner did the Arcastrian disappear around the bush covered corner of the towering boulder than, accompanied by a low humm, a small figure, small even by Elven standards, slipped out of a boulder clinging bush some twenty feet overhead to drop smoothly towards the still Elf. About two feet tall and with a figure that could have been the model for the Barbie Doll, the Fairy settled quietly between Victoria's parted thighs.

Moonbeam leered at Victoria's still stiff and pounding clit jutting between the Elf's swollen labia. Her favorite meat...

Victoria's eyes popped open and she rolled completely upon her back when she felt her wet labia abruptly gripped and gently, but firmly, spread wide apart. Her eyes widened when, over her hard nippled tits and heaving, softly curved belly, she saw Moonbeam standing between the Elf's spread thighs, leering wickedly at the now fully exposed clit jutting up from the upper reaches of Victoria's pink puss.

"No!" the Elf gasped in terror and disbelief.

Gripping Victoria's clit in one diminutive hand, Moonbeam looked up at the Elf's distressed face, now shaking back and forth in disbelief, "Now, seeing your old friend again cannot be that bad, can it? After all, you used to love it when I did this..."

Then the bedeviling Fairy began jerking Victoria's clit, her wide spread hand closing upon the top, slipping up over the broad tip with a low, slow slurping sound as it closed. Then the hand would slide back down the short distance, spreading apart around the clit's swelling, stubby shaft before repeating. The 'slick', 'slick', 'slick' of her closing hand seemed to echo in the suddenly still cul-de-sac.

Moonbeam smirked as she saw Victoria's thighs tense with each hand closing over clit-tip 'slick', as the Elf winced with each syrupy outburst from her straining clit. Slowly, relentlessly, Victoria's facial expression collapsed into panting, lower lip biting, droopy eyed passion.

Elves certainly did have a 'weakness' for Fairies!

"You have been avoiding us, Victoria 'Darling'!" Moonbeam remarked with an emphasis on 'Darling', watching, amused, as her victim's sex button swelled even further before beginning to pulse vividly in her jacking hand. "Desiree is...upset...that you failed in your mission! But she told me, personally, that all would be forgiven if you would...could tell us about Lady Gem's reason for being here. She promised you an extra...penetrating reward!"

Sweat dripped down Victoria's forehead, betraying the completely evil effectiveness of Moonbeam's clit jack, as she gnawed on her lower lip and stared unblinkingly at the Fairy's fist working her jutting button. Finally, with a whimper, she gasped, "No! I want nothing to do with Desiree! Ever again!"

The Fairy grinned, nodding while watching her hand torture the Elf's ready to burst clit. "My, my! That...is he really a Man? An honest to Loki Man!? Here? Amongst all these Elves! You let a...MAN use you! My, the shameless tramp you have become! But, ...Whatever!...My Dear, that Man much have a big sticker to make you into such a shameless SLUT! To turn the Great Aesir, Victoria, from her Mistress and Bed-Master, Desiree...he must possess an impressive organ!" Her hand sped up.

"UNNGH!" Victoria barely kept the explosive moan in her throat as, grimacing, her head flew back and her hips rose, almost lifting her quivering buns from the grass. "I don't love...want Desiree...Please...Don't!"

"Do you think he care's anymore for you than as a convenient fuck hole when that slut Flare isn't serving under him? Just how stupid are you, Victoria? And you let him use your butt, too! Aren't you shamed? Not even Loki stuck his tallywhacker in that passage! Don't you know that Desiree...likes you! She made you, after all! You were born to be wrapped around her glory, don't you realize that? Where's your sense of respect...honor...duty!" The sloppy, pounding Fairy hand was relentless in its near blurred motion as Victoria's breath caught in her frozen chest and her long (for an Elf) legs went straight and rigid as defeat spread out through her from her beaten clit.

Victoria shook her head with the closest approximation to determined opposition she had shown since the Elves had made camp, "No! Desiree uses me! She makes me do disgusting, degrading, evil things for her cock! I won't ever serve her!"

Moonbeam just laughed at the doomed Elf. Her head was the only part of her still under Victoria's control! Her hand began twisting around the jumping female prick as she jacked and squeezed even harder. "Its time to end this foolishness. Soon all those bitches will be fuckfodder for cockbats and the only thing left of that...Man will be his cock! As for you..."

Moonbeam hesitated, abruptly releasing Victoria's jumping clit. She waited, a big smile on her face, until the wildly panting Elf gathered herself enough to look down at the Fairy between her widely spread legs. When their eyes met, the Fairy opened her mouth...

Showing the Elf the twin rows of needle-sharp teeth that ringed the Fairy's mouth. Then, mouth opening wide, the Fairy descended...

"No!" Victoria squeaked, eyes widening as the Fairy closed with her jutting sex button.

Then the Fairy clamped down on Victoria's clit, encasing it entirely within her boiling wet mouth.

Victoria abruptly bit down, violently, on her lower lip, her hands gripping great clumps of tall, cool grass. Only but a short moment went by, then the Elf felt the razor sharp fangs sink into her clit and inject their poison in a score of tiny jets.

The Elf ripped great clumps of turf free, then began pounding the ground with furious fists of frustration as the burn, the damnable, wicked, wonderful, lusciously sexy burn, surged through her hips, up her spine, to her already cooked brain. With a single jerking motion Victoria submitted, her head dropping to the ground, her legs flying apart until her knees were alongside her ribcage, her face turning to the side to hide the awful humiliation of her submission.

Then, as the Fairy took up its incredibly delicious and evil sucking of the Elf's poisoned girl prick, Victoria's donkey-like pant started up.

Roger no sooner cleared the brush covered edge of the boulder parting the Guild Elf camp from his little sex grotto than his worse fears were betrayed as true: Their absence had been discovered! Coming right towards him, outlined in the still expansive fire at the center of the camp, was an Elf!

He could recognize two actualities immediately about the Elf... 1) She was a Guild Elf all right, with that inhuman, and inhumanly luscious, figure, which was, of course, naked and shiny with a coating of sweat...sweat no doubt generated from a fire igniting, schoolgirl enslaving, lesbian sex bout she had just won!

And

2) She wasn't actually naked. In fact, as she strode purposely forward towards him, he could see, as well as hear, the slap of a scabbard bouncing off her left hip and thigh. A scabbard attached to her hip with a couple of inches wide leather belt and filled with a dwarfsteel blade!

Coming right for him, as if she knew he was standing hidden in the brush at the edge of the boulder.

He quickly concluded that she wasn't Lady Gem, thankfully! Not tall enough.

Good! At least she wasn't going to cut his cockhead off for messing with the Aesir!

No, just cut off his other, less important, head!

Roger stirred then, moving slightly the bush he was partially hidden behind, and the Elf, with awesome reflexes, instantly came to a halt. Her right hand seized her sword hilt and, with a spine chilling metallic song, about half a foot of blade was suddenly extending out of her scabbard, glinting in the fire outlining her body.

And what an outline!

With her figure directly between him and the fire, Roger couldn't make out her face, or the color of her naturally Elfin curly hair, but her figure!... Her left side was turned slightly to the fire, so the glow seemed to flow around that side, plunging the opposite side into shadow.

But Roger knew her right side matched the glowing left! On her left, under her armpit, the light blanketed smooth, firm flesh that curved over her ribs and extended over the surface of a typically perfect Elf boob.

No, not a boob. Too perfectly firm, jutting, conical to be called a boob.

Tit...yea, a perfect Elfin tit!

Had to be one and a half of Roger's handful, and perfectly smooth and jutting. Like a delicious flesh colored Hershey's Kiss, its illuminated side curved from a wide base towards its somewhat blunted tip. The tip sharply changed color to a flaming pink...pussy pink...cone that started about a half dollar in diameter, then continued to a tiny, rigid tip.

Beneath, her waist collapsed into a wasp waist thin midsection, that immediately flared dramatically to firm, but meaty, hips. Between her parted thighs the firelight streamed around the bottoms of a pair of buttocks almost too round and full, though steel-like firm, for her size. They were parted by a deep crack that permitted plenty of light to pass through between them to illuminate a pair of extended, shiny-wet, labia and a blunt, short clit barely long enough to catch the light.

Roger's balls began to burn again, Aesir buttfuck or no!

Then he heard the crystal-like voice of a Guild Elf, somewhat carefully and quietly, call out, "M'Lord?"

Instantly Roger recognized the voice, and his mouth opened and his cock lurched back into anticipatory erection, "Flare!"

With his reply Flare shoved the blade back into its sheath and nearly ran forward to him. "Oh! M'Lord! I'm so glad I found you! Quickly, we don't have much time!" Then she was on her knees before him!

"Wait a..." Roger started, then froze when the Elf lifted his disguise up and his nearly fully erect bone flipped up to impact under her chin.

She wasted no time, gripping his shaft with a dwarfed but remarkably strong hand while, most tenderly, kissing the tip of the already drooling cockhead. Then, looking up at him with the happiest smile, she said while pumping his throbbing pole once, "Oh, Sir Roger! I love you!"

Roger's cock belched a shotglassful bolt of precum at the end of her stroke, right under her lower lip and all over the front of her chin. It hung, coiled and disgusting, a good foot down from her chin point.

It didn't stand a chance. Even before the precum finished greasily sliding down her chin, her merciless Elfin tongue flipped out and claimed it.

"Now wait a minute, Baby!" Roger managed to gasp out, gripping her beautiful yellow-blond, naturally curly hair to stop her engulfing his sloppy meat. "What brought this on? You haven't said 'boo' to me since we left..."

Her smile faded slightly, "We don't have much time, M'Lord! My Lady Gem will not sleep long..." Then she tried to get around his meat again, her scalp stretching alarmingly in his restraining hand.

"Sleep? You mean you're here because she's sleeping? What if she were awake?"

"She's cut your dick off for what I am doing! Please! It's been three days without tasting you! Please! I have to have it!"

"Huh?" Once again Roger was befuddled.

"You taste so much better than even my steed's cream! I haven't been able to stop thinking about how good you taste! I swear that not even Lord Loki tasted better than you, M'Lord!"

Is she addicted or something to my... "Is that why you say you love me, to get some of my...er...'cream'?"

"No! Silly! But first things first! Let me suck you, we can talk some other time!"

"But how can you say you 'love' me when Gem..." He changed his tone quickly with the look she abruptly gave him. "...er...'Lady' Gem has been sitting on your face every night, fucking you in front of the other Elves... How can you love me...how can you expect me to believe you love me?"

"She's my Commander!"

Roger gawked down at her, "Does being your commander include 'love'?"

She gave him the most "Duh! Where have you been?!" of looks before answering, "No, not 'love', stupid! Sex! Where have your been?!"

"You mean she can order you to..."

"Fuck her? Of course! All Guild Elves are expected...required to have sex with their superiors! It creates...what do you call it? 'Esprit de Corps' It also keeps us from getting horny in the field, so the Dark Lord's sex beasts have less effect upon us! Get Real! Now, can I suck you off, Sir Roger?"

Eyes wide in shock, brain ablaze with realization, and not a little imaginary visuals of past couplings of his kneeling cocksucker with other equally luscious Elves, Roger just released her hair and the Elf was upon him, engulfing his glans, gnawing on his fist sized cockhead.

Roger's brain continued to work, of a sort, for a short while as Flare took up, or in, her cock service: Of course! Loki creates a race of sex toys, obsessed with his joint but spread all over his lands in defending it. Naturally the Dark Lords would try to take advantage of the inhuman horniness Loki had built into them! And just as naturally he would want some way for them to work off that randiness...without resorting to Desiree's monsters! Sex with their fellow Guild members would be just the thing! They could 'relieve' themselves without losing their 'taste' for his divine Cock!

Neat Trick!

Then Roger realized that he was leaning against the boulder, his legs starting to stiffen, his already hugely stiff prong starting to jump in the cocksucking Elf's greedy hands and stuffed mouth.

His thinking days were over!

Damn, she was good!

Then, just as suddenly, Flare pulled off him with a sloppy pop! She looked up at him, and she was not smiling. Then she looked over her shoulder...

At the log where he and the Aesir had been sitting...

Roger shuddered, chills rushing up his spine. Oh no! Victoria! She tasted the Aesir on his meat!

She was looking back up at him again, one eye closed. "Where is the Aesir?" she asked, quietly but not overtly lovingly. At least her hand didn't stop slowly jacking him.

Roger almost asked her why she thought he knew where Victoria was, then he saw the Elf lick her lips clean. He was undone.

"Uh, back behind me..."

She looked back at his jumping prick. The look of hunger was abruptly back. "You didn't think I couldn't taste another Elf on you? The least you could do was have the slut lick you clean before you accost me for service! But I should have expected it, being away from you this long." Then she sighed, real exasperated-like. "I suppose, being a Male..."

Roger winced, recognizing the...bad use of the word.

She looked up at him, not angry, but not lovey-dovey, "I've been told that Men can't control themselves...that its 'any port in a storm', or is it any Elf in a camp?"

"Please, Baby! Look, its been three days for me, too! Victoria is such a slut! Everybody knows that! She asked me! Hell, she begged me! Wouldn't leave me alone! I...I...just couldn't hold it any longer!"

Now Flare was smiling, at least a little bit. "I suppose I should expect this of you! Lord Loki couldn't keep His Cock to just one Elf, either!" Then she was looking up at him with a face masked with deadly seriousness, "But, next time, you had better ask me first! Now, give me a big load!"

Roger gasped when Flare simply swallowed half of him, forcing his rock hard shaft to submissively bend down her gullet as she literally fucked him down her throat. Roger had never experienced such determination, heat, wetness, such fucking good head!

Up and down the Elf's head flew, noisily and liquidly swallowing and then giving up a good foot of his meat. Roger could only stand there, clutching the Elf's ears as she bobbed, his jaw dropped, his eyes sightless as the wonderful suction claimed him.

Just as his meat began to jump in her throat again, she dropped her hands down to his low hanging eggs. Without warning nor mercy, she clutched a softball sized babymaker in each hand, set her wickedly sharp fingernails to the scrotum around each one, and...

Squeezed!

"Oh fuck!" Roger gasped, then lost it.

Flare just gagged, and waves of lumpy manchowder spewed from her nostrils while her throat took up loud, alternating gagging and swallowing. Roger just held her down by her ears, a good fourteen inches out of sight down her oral hole, force feeding her his wormy cum-pudding.

And what did Flare do about Roger taking such familiarity with her? She automatically, helplessly, deliciously came her brains out, too!

As he convulsed, spewing, it felt to him, directly into the Elf's bulging stomach, he saw Flare's wide (for an Elf) hips and lush bubble butt jerk forward with each jet he so vigorously delivered. Immediately he recognized that she was cuming with each glob of cum he forced down her gullet!

And still she tried to crush his miraculous...no, divine...balls to mush.

Was this place great or what?

Asgard was a city of brilliant white walls and towers topped by conical roofs, covered with long swaying tapestries, and appointed with enameled building fronts all of vibrant reds, blues, yellows and, of course, Imperial Purple. As befitted the past home of Lord Loki, and the present Throne of Elf Queen Thora, it was dominated by a huge, centrally located, 'Fantasyland'-like castle with spires that literally disappeared into the few low lying clouds permitted by the Elves over their capital...

Ms. Hobson nervously settled into a sumptuously upholstered leather lounge chair, the fingers of both her hands immediately starting up her nervousness inspired fingernail tapping pattern: From her 'pinkie' finger's nail to her index, then back again, 'tap, tap, tap, tap.' 'Tap, tap, tap, tap.' Her right hand's tapping was the quieter, the pattern run upon the thickly padded armrest of the chair. Her left hand's patter was much louder, being performed upon the marble topped, one and a half meter wide oval table set alongside her chair. Her fingernail tapping from the table echoed off the marble walls and floor of the Library room.

The Library Room of Queen Thora's Private Wing in Asgard's Castle.

The seemingly overloud tapping abruptly startled Ms. Hobson, so she quickly looked to her left, looking for something to take her mind off her worries, and found three 'coffee-table' sized books, thickly leather bound with iron clasps and hinges. She drew the nearest to her lap.

Opening the book to a randomly chosen page, she began idly reading the carefully handwritten on thick, off white paper page before her:

"Queen Thora's appearance, in spite of her three thousand years on the throne, matched exactly hers when Lord Loki had crowned her. As befitting the only Elf that Lord Loki ever impregnated, though on Earth he had 'knocked up' literally thousands of Human females, Thora's physique was (and still is) not typical of the Guild Elves she ruled over. Only average in height, for an Elf, her figure was her most 'outstanding' physical asset.

"Loki was, besides a trickster and troublemaker back amongst the other Gods on Earth, the ultimate womanizer. It is safe to say that, during his Reign, at least one of his obsessions was the female form, and what a Divine Male, at least, can do with it! He had become an expert in the design of the female figure-for the pleasure of the Divine Male. Therefore it should not be surprising that when it came to choosing the mother for his only naturally born child in Alfheim, he picked for his partner the Elf that most represented what he found...interesting in the female form!

"Queen Thora had the hourglass figure of the 1950's Hollywood sex star Jayne Mansfield, or, to be even more precise, the figure of a typical hentai comic heroine. In other words, Queen Thora was stacked! She had at least "D" cup melons on a 4' 8" frame. They were well formed, of course, for she was an Elf...technically a Guild Elf. But they were not perfectly conical. No beauties of such expansive yet firm mass could defy gravity in the same way as the smaller busts of the more athletic Guild Elves could! No, her breasts were pear shaped, but perfectly so: Big, round, oh so firm, and without a blemish, depression, or down turned nipple. Her aureolas were exactly pink, perfectly round, and the size of the old American silver dollar. The nipples were perpetually erect and dramatically pebble hard.

"Her hips, too, were impressive, generous, altogether perfect in their own unapologetic, voluptuous way. These were not the athletic, full but firm, wrapped with taut skin over a thin layer of curve softening fat, Guild Elf ass! No way! This was meaty, firm but yielding, soft skinned thoroughbred ass.

"Made for riding!

"Lord Loki knew how to pick 'em! Her hips rivaled those of Human movie stars nearly a foot taller than she! You could serve cocktails on her flaring hips and jutting ass!

"But fat? Plump? In anyway 'out of shape'?

"Not a chance! Don't forget, she was an Elf all right. Guild Elf.

"She was just generous in her proportions, that's all. Loki wanted a squeeze he could ride all day without breaking something important. Someone who could accommodate his equipment without exploding and thus would truly enjoy serving under him.

"All day.

"Her hips were wide, almost too wide compared to her tiny waist, but they were smooth, firm, equipped with strong, svelte muscle covered with just enough fat to smooth out her curves. In a way you could say that she had my friend Flare's hips, only about 30% more of them, that's all!

"Her hair was light brown, fairly straight for an Elf's, but, typically, extended down to her tail. Her face was oval, high cheeked, with piercing blue eyes, a small, pointed nose, and a pouty little mouth.

"Many an Elf wondered how she got that mouth around Loki's member!

"But it wasn't her mouth that Loki wanted to plant his meat into! He had thousands of Elves in Alfheim who would love...hell, beg him to let them get down on their pretty little knees and choke gallons of wadd out of him! No, it was her belly, her womb, that he chose her for!

"At least that was the myth that rose up around the Divine Conception.

"Even before he created Lokin, and populated it with his various Elven races, all of whom would be lusciously, sluttishly, and, most importantly, obediently cock hungry and female, he knew his reign would be terminal. He knew, he expected, that he would ultimately be overthrown.

"There was nothing special about his premonition. He knew, as all Gods should know, that any God's reign was limited: By the mere, at the least, passage of time, by the accumulated knowledge of his eventually rebellious subjects, or simply by the jealousy of the other Gods.

"Someone (or thing) would always, someday, do in a God! It might take thousands of years, but no God, no religion based on (a) God(s), lasted forever.

"Gods are doomed to be betrayed by their worshippers!

"And, in Loki's experience, only his Elves, especially his Guild Elves, never let him down. Faithful to his divine prick until the end. And faithful to it even after the end!

"They even maintained the obvious fiction that he would return to again fuck them brainless! Every time they buried their faces into another female's pussy they said a little prayer, just before beginning to lick, pleading for his return!

"That was dedication!

"Loki knew way ahead of his end in Lokin that he owed those Elves 'something' for such faithfulness. At the very least he knew he owed them happiness, love, contentment...forever.

"So he gave them what some would call the greatest gift that could be bestowed, while others would say it was the worst plague.

"Immortality.

"Elves cannot die. Period. Just like Gods and Goddesses, and unlike Giants in Lokin and Humans outside of Lokin, Elves simply cannot be killed. Not by violence, dismemberment, old age, disease, accident, big cocks, little cocks, whatever. They can be hacked to pieces, buried alive, locked away, chained to a mountaintop, sunk to the bottom of the sea, fucked into a stupor by a herd of wild unicorns, but they won't stay dead!

"Even in pieces all one had to do was put them back together and viola! They will hop back up, ready for action!

"Especially if that action included sex!

"It was what Loki wanted for his little fuck bunnies!

"So be it!

"Make it so!

"But there was a problem associated with having a big population of fertile females who never, cannot, die: Alfheim was finite. If he (or, Loki forbid, some other Men) started impregnating every Elf in Alfheim every year, he'd be up to his ears in Elf in no time! And that would be too much of a good thing!

"Well, he knew how to take care of that!

"First solution, limit how many impregnators were around! Except for those few out of his immediate control, like the Giants up North, and the Monsters scattered about Lokin by those troublesome interlopers of Jotunheim, he simply wouldn't let any Men into Alfheim.

"At least, not alive! And you have to be alive, if you are Human, to practice at or actually make babies with His Elves!

"And just to show what what kind of sick fuck Loki was, he made his Guild Elves his enforcers by making them the ones who would kill a Man on sight!

"Before he could fuck them on sight!

"Then to make sure that no Elves would be impregnated through ravishment by overpowering Giants or Monsters, or tricked by disguised Men (like Roger was during this period), he collected the White Magic of Impregnation (also known by Humans in Earthly Universities as "the Law of genetic (or sexual) recombination") that governed conception between the races in Lokin. He then infused the White Magic of Impregnation into a fabulously priceless but formerly useless necklace that he "borrowed" from the Goddess Freya (He stole it from the Goddess Frigg who had originally stolen it from Freya).

"Now, unless the male partner (the 'guy' with the cock doing the impregnating) actually possessed the Brisingamen (the fabulously priceless but formerly useless necklace), he wouldn't be able to conceive an Elf or Human or even a hybrid child, in Lokin, for his chromosomes would not be able to homogenize (not Gay sex, recombination) with the chromosomes of his, willing or not, Elf or Human female 'significant other'. They could conceive Monsters, even things that would pass for Giants (Dark Lords), but no 'normal' creatures that could live in Alfheim without getting harassed (killed) thoroughly by His Guild Elves!

"Now this Graduate School explanation sounds like Loki was really on top of this problem. And, up to a point, he was But, unfortunately, it was not a perfect solution. No, a perfect solution could not be found for Loki still had one 'issue' that he, like all Gods, can't seem to shake.

"Loki was insane.

"Nothing unusual about that. All Gods are insane. For example: Have you ever met someone or something who claimed to be a God who wasn't just a 'little' bit out of touch with, like, the real world?

"And isn't that the definition of 'irrational', which is definitely a prerequisite for being called 'insane'?

"And Loki's insanity manifested itself in his endless, terminal, uncontrollable horniness! He just couldn't resist dipping his tubesteak into every Elf pussy that crossed his eye!

"And, like so many other poor saps who couldn't keep their, less divine, schlongs behind their zippers, it would be His undoing.

"And Queen Thora was his.

"Thora was one of the high ranking Guild Elves who could...restrain themselves when around Lord Loki's Cock. Now, she was not a cold fish, by any sense. After all, no Elf could resist Lord Loki's 'persuasive' techniques for long. He had made sure of that when he created them!

"But Loki would have to go out of his way to bed her. She had other items on her mind that came before sixteen inch long, arm thick impalers!

"Lord Loki had always had a 'thing' for Elfbabes who could say "no" to him when he whipped out his persuader. Maybe it was the challenge, but any resistance from a 'chosen' Elf drove him to even more lengths of distraction than he normally would get about porking Elf tail! And right after he packed all those genetic rules into the Brisingamen, and before he managed to hide it in the Impassible Mountains, the future Queen Thora just happened to cross his path.

"She really wasn't trying to become his Queen. She was just a Guild Elf Commander, like the famous Lady Gem would become during my days in Elfthring, who made a report to the Court when Loki had the newly loaded Brisingamen around his neck. When she was told that her shoelace was undone, and she replied that she couldn't see it, Lord Loki's interest in her report was piqued!

"He also had a weakness for women who can't tell what shoes they have on because of their bust line blocking the line of sight to their feet!

"Thora, though, wasn't really interested in servicing Lord Loki at that moment. She was a very dedicated Guild Elf Commander. She had a report to deliver and then her troops needed to be housed and fed for the night. Only then could she guiltlessly consider servicing a God!

"But her duty abruptly and officially became less of a burden to her when Lord Loki carried her out of the Courtroom across his shoulder in route to the nearest bedroom.

"Completely forgetting, as was all too common for the Divine Loki with an Elf in his horny clutches, any extenuating circumstances like the Brisingamen on his neck, Lord Loki put the 'charm' on the initially reluctant Elf Commander and, within a very few moments, she was most enthusiastically, and loudly, accommodating him between her upraised and wide spread thighs, her responsibilities forgotten.

"No one saw either of them for the next ten hours.

"The next day he remembered the Brisingamen around his neck and he promptly did hide it away.

"Only...

"When Margarita was born, Loki said she had been planned. That was what went down in the official records. It is probably true...

"At least for the more rational part of his mind, that is. The part that knew, someday, he would be overthrown and that he should leave some means of filling his throne once again once he was gone.

"At least that is what Thora put down after Loki's 'disappearance' three thousand years ago. To the Guild Elves, the Princess would be the test, Excalibur in the anvil, the measurement of the right to rule Alfheim. The only 'male', that is a person possessing a cock of some kind, who would be allowed to rule (better yet survive) in the Guild Elf controlled Alfheim, in the place of Lord Loki, would be the 'male' who could impregnate Margarita.

"Thus I am presently describing our adventure to reclaim the Brisingamen from the Phallic Sanctuary in the Impassible Mountains..."

Ms. Hobson closed the leather bound volume, then read the gold lettered title:

'"Hermione of Ginnungagap, The Annals of Roger (The Huge) of Lokin , Vol. 6, "How the Guild Acquired Their Anal Addiction"'

Then she heard the massive polished oak door softly close and the Human woman looked up as Thora, Queen Thora of Alfheim, stepped into the library room. Quickly placing the book on the table and then rising, Ms. Hobson set her jaw and tried to remain impassive as the gorgeous Elf slowly and quietly sauntered across the marble floor. She certainly didn't want the Queen to realize how absolutely terrified she was being here, in her Castle, in the center of the Guild's Lesbian Empire.

Ms. Hobson was always terrified when she was around any Guild Elves. Like her earlier 'encounter' with Flare, she had much to be fearful of when it came to those aggressively lesbian Elves!

Ms. Hobson was decidedly and determinedly heterosexual. Never so much as kissed another female as she grew up, she found the idea of sex with a girl, Elf or not, while not necessarily repulsive, certainly not in the least bit entertaining or fulfilling. Masturbation would be more satisfying than an evening with any woman, Elf or not, she had ever met.

Even though she had...'lost' her husband years ago to Desiree, and had never dated or been even close to another man since then, she had never had the least interest in starting up a...homosexual relationship with any female. The emptiness inside her since her husband's loss could not be filled by an Elf, no matter how skillful in bed.

Even though they were all incredibly, downright painfully beautiful!

Even though they made themselves willingly available partners, downright flatly aggressive towards making themselves available...physically available to her, whenever she was in Lokin!

Even though they, as Flare had demonstrated on the road to Elfthring, were utterly, awesomely competent in the satisfaction of the...physical 'needs' of any woman who found herself close to them!

She still was shaken by the instantaneous, devastating, and memory anchoring orgasms that Elf had handily forced on her!

She had never before, nor did she think she ever would again, cum like she had been forced to during that horrible/delicious moment!

Now she was facing one of the most beautiful, certainly voluptuous, Elves in Alfheim! An Elf who, from her responsibilities as Guild Elf Queen, had seduced more Human women over the past three odd thousand years than most Guild Elves ever set their eyes on. Now this lesbionic monster was slowly approaching her with a small, non threatening smile on her delicious lips, and a look in her piercing blue eyes that suggested to Ms. Hobson that the Elf already knew what she looked like naked and tied spread eagled upon her four poster bed!

She was scared out of her wits!

"Welcome, Ms. or is it Mrs. Hobson?" Thora spoke slowly and softly with a high pitched huskiness that oozed torrid, depraved, compelling sexuality, as she offered her hand.

"Ah...um...Ms., please, Your Majesty!" she managed to respond after clearing her suddenly dry throat. The Queen's hand was smooth, soft yet strong, warm and welcoming. In a word...delicious!

The Elf reeked of sex.

Passionate, wet, illicit, forbidden, uncontrollable Lesbian sex!

Ms. Hobson fought with herself as they held hands. She could only regain control of her racing heart once Thora let go.

The woman screamed at herself, Get yourself under control, damn it!

Releasing Ms. Hobson's hand, her sweaty hand, Queen Thora studied the woman's face carefully. "Do you mind if I call you Carolyn? Of course you may call me Thora, or anything else you are comfortable with!"

The woman blinked. How did she know my first name? Carolyn had never been used by her, or anyone who knew her, since her husband's 'death'. It was what he used to call her. Only he had the right to call her that!

Dumbly Carolyn nodded.

Queen Thora's smile expanded warmly. "Excellent! I do want you to be comfortable here! Relaxed here! I do so want you to find what you...need here, in my home! I want you to feel that this is your home, too, in Alfheim, my Dear! Don't think of this as my Court. Okay?"

"Y...Yes! I would like that!" Her heart was pounding so! Helplessly, unable to resist, her eyes traveled down the Queen's body.

Thora wore the typical Guild Elf attire: A vest-like top and smooth, comfortable buckskin-like, beltless pants. Only Thora's were more like bicycle pants in their painted on tightness. Literally they looked painted on!

Her vest was loosely tied shut across the front with only a few leather cords. It left most of the front open, exposing the inner half of both her massive breasts. Her apparently permanently erect nipples jutted through the tight vest material a good half inch. From just below the lower edge of her rib cage to an inch above her widely flaring hip bones was nothing at all. Just perfectly smooth, firm, only slightly rounded belly flesh. Her navel seemed inches deep and coal mine dark.

Her buckskins were so tight, so 'painted on', that her labia, and the gap between them, were blatantly displayed. Even the little bump of her clit was jutting out for all to see. She might as well not be wearing anything!

When Thora turned around, Carolyn's jaw dropped. Her full, jutting buttocks seemed to jump into her face! The pants clung to each and every millimeter of her butt flesh, even outlining her asscrack right down to its bottom. When she strode the thin pant material rubbed together as her bulging buns rotated.

Carolyn found herself asking: How does she pour herself into them?

When Thora turned back she smiled, but in a different way, a small but knowing way, as she caught the 'straight' Carolyn staring at her butt crease! But, she didn't have the Human woman here to seduce! That could come later, as a reward, if Carolyn was successful in her task!

"I appreciate you coming here on such short notice, Carolyn," Thora continued. "I realize that you did so at some personal risk."

Carolyn knew the Queen wasn't talking about her fear of lesbianism. Desiree's reach extended even to the Queen's Castle. And Desiree had Carolyn on her short list for revenge!

"You are a witch...a Human witch of some renown," the Queen went on. "And you have had your successes against the Dark Lords...especially Desiree!" The way her high pitched, soft but slightly gravely voice dragged out 'Desiree' reflected the Queen's dislike, and fear, of the Mage.

"I have also had some...serious failings," Carolyn replied with a shudder, remembering her husband...her late husband.

The Queen's smile abruptly faded in sympathy. "I know, having your husband transformed before your eyes, then enslaved to another woman, another Elf no less, must be hard on your femininity..."

"My husband is dead!" Carolyn interrupted, looking firmly at Thora.

The Queen nodded immediately. "Of course, my Dear! I understand completely! But...'Victoria' is still alive. And I have been informed that we have her in custody. She is the closest...person to Desiree we have ever captured. She can tell us much about Desiree's plans, her tactics, her weapons... Could you...interrogate her? Your powers, your abilities with White Magic are renowned in Alfheim! Don't you think you can reverse Desiree's curse...Return Victoria to what she...he had been?"

Memories of desperate, heart breakingly painful searchings, through ancient libraries, old works, endless research on new spells, abruptly flooded back to Carolyn. She had tried so hard to find a cure, a reversal of the damnable curse used on her precious husband! For decades she had searched! To no avail. Carolyn was convinced that not even Desiree could reverse the curse she cast!

"I am sorry, Queen...Thora, but my knowledge...my talents are insufficient, I am convinced! There is no one in Lokin that can help...'Victoria'! I do not think that even Desiree can reverse the curse. I am sorry! I wish it were otherwise!"

"I am indeed sorry for you, my Dear!" Thora ended, with all apparent sincerity. "Of course, I know of your heroic work to reverse Desiree's curse! I just wanted to give you every opportunity to change Victoria's fate! I will speak no more of such painful memories."

"Thank you," Carolyn replied, relieved. But she couldn't help but notice the little smile of...satisfaction?...in the man hating Elf Queen's last remark. But she had been called to Thora's Court for a reason, a different reason than 'Victoria'. With a sigh, she went on, "Now, My Queen, what can I do for you?"

The Queen gave Carolyn another smile, a 'different' one this time. "You know of my daughter's...responsibilities?" She pointed to the book Carolyn had just been reading.

Nodding, Carolyn replied, "Um, you mean that Loki...Lord Loki had made her the determinant of the next Lord Loki?"

"Correct," Thora said, then hesitated. "Do not be embarrassed for me, I have accepted the fate that has been placed in my daughter. Whomever can successfully impregnate her will become the next Lord of Alfheim. Her feelings in the matter, as well as the manner in which she is impregnated, really have no bearing here."

"You mean..."

"According to the instructions left with me by Lord Loki, even if she is raped, the person who impregnates her will occupy Lord Loki's throne."

Carolyn, still shocked, nodded in acquiescence nonetheless.

"But I must tell you," Thora added with a conspiratorial wink. "If I have anything to say about it, whoever gets to my daughter will have to get by me, first! He'll have to show me he's worthy of bedding my daughter!"

Carolyn smiled uneasily. Elves were...strange!

Thora went on, "Needless to say there are less than...honorable candidates for my daughter's...chastity! Desiree, for instance..."

Carolyn stopped. "Are you asking me to attack..."

Thora raised her hand, "Not here! Dark Lord's have ears everywhere, even here! I have heard about your...gift to Lord Dread! Everyone in Alfheim has, and praised the 'mysterious' White Magic Warrior who delivered it! You need say no more about it! But I am not asking for that from you! I am asking for your protection of my daughter, specifically from Desiree and generally from the other Dark Lords."

"I can do my best, My Queen...I mean Thora."

"Good!" Then Thora stepped up to the suddenly alerted to lesbian assault Carolyn. Looking the Human carefully in the eyes, a now embarrassed Thora added, "I find this difficult to state...ask, of you, Carolyn. You see, I, we Elves, are very well versed in the Art of Love between Womyn! You know that!"

Carolyn, eyes wide, nodded briskly.

"It is the...intercourse between Elves, or females in general, and...Men that I am not comfortable with."

The way she said 'Men' spoke volumes about the relationships, or lack of, between the Elves and MANkind.

Thora continued, "You have known Men...a Man. You have...insights to them, they way they talk, act, assault females..." Thora suddenly became flustered. "My Daughter must...mate with a man! It is her destiny! She is the only Elf that MUST fuck a Man! I, we Elves, know nothing of Men, of their ways...in bed! You do! You must...instruct my Daughter in her responsibilities in bed...under the Man who will rule Alfheim!"

Carolyn gawked at the flustered Queen. 'Instruct' her daughter in...sex? No, she said fucking! FUCKING!?

"Please!?" Thora came back. "You must. You are the only female in Alfheim that has...mated with someone other than Lord Loki! Other men must be different than Him in bed? My daughter must know...she must be prepared for that moment for it could happen at any time!"

Seeing the anguish on Thora's face settled the question for Carolyn. "Very well, Thora. I will do my best!"

The Queen looked truly grateful. "Thank you! Come, let me introduce you to her."

Then they were off, exiting the Library and walking down long, empty hallways, passing closed doors and stoic Guards who, Carolyn swore, leered at both their Queen's and hers asses as they passed.

After some distance they finally came to a different door, one made of marble with no wood or iron. Carolyn wondered why it felt so much more humid there.

Opening the door, Thora revealed a huge room, resembling an enclosed football stadium on Earth, occupied by an equally huge marble lined swimming pool the size of a football field. Inside the pool Carolyn saw just two tiny looking figures, splashing and cavorting. Schoolgirl squeals and giggles echoed in the cavernous, otherwise empty room.

"Rita!" Thora called out as they stepped in. "Rita, over here! I have someone for you to meet!"

The two figures abruptly stopped their play and turned to the Queen. Then one of them began swimming the literally hundreds of feet to the nearest edge of the pool.

Thora looked back at Carolyn, "We call Margarita 'Rita' for short! I'm sure you will be able to in short order. She is really a dear!"

Carolyn and the Queen reached the edge of the pool just as 'Rita' did. Carolyn saw the young Elf peering at her with her head just over the lip of the pool. Like her mother, she had piercing blue eyes set in a wide, almost oriental almond shape. Her nose was pointed, and not small, though certainly not overlarge. Her mouth looked slightly wider than Thora's, but that could have been an illusion because of her youth. Her face looked young...eighteen year old young.

Planting her hands on the edge of the pool, she had no difficulty in lifting herself out of the water. As she momentarily waited upon her arms, her upper body was displayed to the impressed Human in all its Elven glory.

The first thing that caught Carolyn's eyes was: Tits!

Between her straight, supporting arms were squeezed a pair of breasts that took Carolyn's breath away! When the girl bent her elbows slightly, releasing her breasts, they settled gracefully into jutting wonders, nearly as massive as her mother's, but much more projecting. They bulged slightly at their bottom, forming a gentle belly, but they still retained a basically conical shape. And her puffy, cone shaped nipples, as large as her mother's, were the most delicious strawberry red.

Then the Elf threw her leg up and clambered out of the pool.

Carolyn's eyes widened when she got a good look at her lower half! Her waist was even narrower than her mother's. Likewise her hips were not as 'generous' as Thora's, but they definitely could support a man's hips between her short, but well formed thighs.

And when the Elf turned to wave at her companion left in the pool! The girl's butt was divine! Smooth, curved, muscular and firm, yet with enough baby fat to avoid wrinkles or depressions, Carolyn had never seen a more perfect set of buns! And the one depression she did have, her ass crease, while deep and dark, it was not tight. Like her mother, her butt crack was well parted.

Carolyn had never been so...moved before by seeing a female naked!

It worried her.

It should have.

Rita's tits jiggled delightfully as she padded up, dripping wet and stark naked, to her mother. Since she was not even four and a half feet tall, those jutting breasts seemed even more impressive than on her mother. She squeezed water out of her long, blond hair, which, even though it was soaked, still showed much of the natural curliness of the Elves.

"Rita, this is Ms. Hobson. You have heard of her!"

The young Elf's face literally lit up. "Yes, OOOO! You are so...so...cool! Did I say it right?"

Thora turned to Carolyn. "She's trying to learn the vernacular of Earth, from where you originally came from. She's been anticipating your arrival for days!"

"Well, Rita," Carolyn said back to the girl, "'cool' is perfect, I think!"

The girl nearly squealed. "OOOO! I heard all about what you did to that Lord Dread...he really deserved what he got!"

"Rita, be careful. You might be overheard..." Thora interrupted.

Rita nodded, slightly, and temporarily, calmed. Then she brightened up again. "Carolyn...can I call you that?"

Carolyn nodded.

"You're going to teach me about defensive magic, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"And...about...Men?" she looked guiltily over at her no longer smiling mother.

Carolyn glanced at Thora, who just nodded. "That is on the agenda, too, Rita. I will tell you everything I know about...uh...how men and women...uh...act in bed..."

"You mean 'fuck', don't you, Carolyn?" Rita blurted back.

"Rita!" Thora gasped. "Don't shock your tutor!" Thora then turned to a thoroughly shocked Carolyn. "You must excuse her, what she has learned over three thousand years of being the only Virgin in Alfheim is...extensive. I've been trying to instruct her..." and Thora turned to a chagrinned Rita, "on the proper vocabulary for someone who is still a virgin!"

Carolyn nodded. "It's okay, I'll work on that too!"

Rita came right back, though, "Isn't that what its called?"

"Well, it can be called other, less embarrassing, things, also!" Carolyn answered.

"Well, I think 'fuck' sounds like what it is! But I'll do what you say!"

"Good!" Thora said. "Carolyn, I must go, now. Why don't you stay and get acquainted with Rita before we start with her 'education' tomorrow?"

"Fine," Carolyn replied, looking warmly at the sweetly smiling young Elf.

After Thora had left the other girl arrived at the pool's edge. "Oh, Carolyn, meet my friend, Christina," Rita squealed, running to the edge of the pool.

Carolyn couldn't help but stare at the Elf's magically rotating buttocks as she ran.

Carolyn quickly recognized that Rita's friend was Human, as her ears were not long, nor pointed. As she peered over the lip of the pool, Carolyn could see that her face was oval and cheery, with smallish mouth and nose and big eyes and straight black, shoulder length hair.

When Rita reached the edge of the pool she immediately knelt down before her friend. As her friend rose up on her arms in preparation of leaving the pool, Rita suddenly bent forward and captured Christina's lips.

Then time stood still as the two young females lost themselves in an intense, soul exchanging lesbian kiss!

Carolyn's jaw dropped as the two females became more and more impassioned as the kiss extended. She saw Christina's nicely sized boobs quiver as they kissed, her smallish nipples rising spontaneously. The kiss seemed to go on forever.

Carolyn had to tell herself to keep breathing.

When they broke the kiss, both moaned. When Rita turned to Carolyn, her luscious nipples were a good half inch long, matching Christina's in furious erection. They walked together, hand in hand, back to a still stunned Carolyn.

Christina was just a little bit taller than Rita, but had a not much different hourglass figure. Her waist wasn't as tight (no Human could have as tight a waist as an Elf!), her boobs were nicely sized, more than a handful, but they were much more pear shaped, like Thora's, than Rita's. Her hips were not as wide, though generous. Her butt wasn't as full and tight, just full.

A most attractive example of Humanity, though, thought Carolyn.

"This is my friend, Christina! Christina Ricci!" Rita introduced.

"I've heard of you!" Christina replied, dripping wet and deliciously naked. "You did in that Dark Lord..."

"Quiet!" Rita interrupted. "My Mom says we might be overheard!"

"Oh, of course!"

Carolyn suddenly recognized Christina, "Wait a moment? Are you from Alfheim, Christina?"

Christina smiled. "No, I'm from Hollywood! I was 'recruited' a few years back to be a friend to Rita and show her the ropes about men. The same as you!"

"Then why did Thora asked me to..."

Rita slowly and gently cupped Christina's right boob. "Because we became...close, and Christina couldn't teach me anything else about Men! We made a deal with her: She visits me regularly, and my Mom will make her a star back on Earth!"

"Wait a moment!" Carolyn gasped. "Thora! Queen Thora! She's not..."

Christina's smile broadened. "You're quick! Yep, named after a tree! All part of the great Guild Elf Lesbian Conspiracy in Hollywood! Where did you think Madonna got her start? Under a Guild Elf!"

Carolyn was dumbstruck.

"Come on, let's get dressed and show Carolyn my apartments!" Rita suddenly yelled, pulling on Christina's arm.

As the two beauties half ran, half walked away, Christina turned back to Carolyn, "Come along! Rita will want to show you where her and her friends sleep and do other things in bed!"

Before she even thought about what the movie star had just said, Carolyn was, almost eagerly, following...

Flare finished cleaning Roger's cockhead with typical Elven thoroughness and deliberateness. Each lazy, cum scraping stroke of her velvet tongue across his bloated, velvet glans made the "Arcastrian" jerk with near painful pleasure as she relentlessly hunted down every single remaining spermatozoa of his just greedily swallowed Elf meal. Finally, with him still gasping and jerking from the wonderfully uncomfortable pleasure of Elven tongue-bath on his cock, she looked up at his wincing face and rose.

She never released his still hard and huge prick, "I've got to get back to My Lady Gem before she wakes, My Darling!" she sincerely said. "I'll try to get free tomorrow night! Maybe we could...then...you know..."

Roger smiled weakly, for her hands were still fiercely gripping, and twisting, around his cockhead and jumping shaft. The sensation was indescribable... "Uh...sure...what?"

Flare, licking long strands of mangunk from her chin, then drawing it to its doom in her smacking, working mouth, managed to reply, "You know, Sir Roger! What we...did back in Elfthring...in Guinevere's bed..."

Roger gawked in open mouth and wide eyed stupor. All he could remember of those halcyon days so long ago was...Flare's tiny tailhole, framed by a world class bubble butt, stretching...stretching...stretching around his throbbing...

Her incessant milking of him had his cock drooling all down her heaving, perfectly smooth belly, "You remember, M'Lord! I've been thinking about it ever since we left Elfthring! On the road, I knew you were riding behind me, staring at my ass! I sat specially to show off myself to you! Made My Lady Gem so angry with me! But I knew you were back there, staring at where I wanted you to put this!"

Then she briefly shook his gunky, stiff pole, tossing long worms all over her from the slightly sloped underside of her jutting tits to all over the front of her firm thighs nearly to her knees. "I want you so bad! I need you, M'Lord!"

Roger suddenly wondered if this was how she acted with Loki...begging him for a furious fucking!

But her almost desperate babble was continuing, "Next time...Please! I've been good! I'll suck you again, if you want! But next time we can...fuck me in the ass next time!" She was showing some exasperation by now at his dumb stare of male shock at her boldness...and courage, considering the disproportional dimensions between his cock and her anus!

Roger, seeing her growing frown, managed to shake himself out of his semi-daydreaming stupor long enough to reply, sort of, "Uh...sure! Be glad to!"

Then he realized how totally inadequate his answer had been and added abruptly, "If that is what you want, its just I thought...you preferred...liked better...regular pussy...er...vaginal intercourse..."

"You can always fuck me any way, in any opening, you care to, Master!" she interrupted, a big smile returning. "You do know that Lord Loki never used...our back opening? You are the only...Man...who has ever tried to penetrate us there! I've been checking. In over three thousand years no other...cock...has ever been put in our...butts! Not even the Dark Lords use us that way! M'Lord, you are unique!"

"Unique..." Roger replied, stunned again. She 'checked' on the history of anal intercourse?! Who had she been talking to about him and her!? "You are certainly wonderful to let me...take you there. It feels great to me, but, what about you? I'm awfully big!"

Flare suddenly looked almost shy, dropping her face and looking up at him over her forehead, "M'Lord, Lord Loki made us...designed us, to enjoy being penetrated...any kind of penetration, apparently. And the larger the phallus, the more...wonderful it is! I cannot describe how incredible it was sitting on your Cock! It hurt so good!"

Roger nodded. He had heard that before, with a couple of women...human women on Earth, who had permitted him access to their butts. It was a shame he never talked Janey into...

Janey!

Roger shook his head to clear his needlessly complicating thoughts. "I'll fuck you into the ground, next time we can!" he told her.

"Thank you, M'Lord!" she added, then looked towards the camp. "I'd better go, Sir Roger! My Lady Gem may wake at any moment! She'd cut you to pieces if she saw us together, now! And, shouldn't you be gathering your 'mate', Victoria, before she slips away?"

Without waiting for a reply from Roger, Flare dropped his cum covered prick, turned and made back for the camp.

Roger, still panting up a storm, stared at her flipping, rotating buns as she strapped on her scabbard and walked quickly past the fire.

He waited a further moment, trying to calm his breathing, before he remembered what Flare had last said to him, "Victoria!" he gasped. He had left her back there unattended!

What if she got away?!

He immediately turned and slipped through the brush.

He only got a half dozen steps through the brush and across some grass before he froze from the sounds ahead of him. They were of Victoria...moaning!

Like she had when he had been porking her virgin ass!

Which meant she was very good at masturbation or...

She wasn't alone!

He most carefully stepped up to the last wall of brush before the little sex grotto. Peering through the leaves most quietly, his jaw dropped at the sight!

Victoria had not went anywhere. She was still at the exact same spot he had left her. But, as he suspected, she also was not alone!

On her back, legs wide and bent back, there was someone...something... kneeling between her thighs! It was that Fairy...or one just like it...from that sex wrestling place in Elfthring!

What was her name? Tinkerbell...fuck no!

She was on her knees, bent over with her face pressed into Victoria's wide open twat. The Fairy's big (for a two foot tall Fairy) butt was thrust back at him! All in all it was a fairly impressive moon she was presenting him!

That's it! Moonbeam!

Proud at his memory skills, Roger almost ignored the meaning of what Victoria was moaning, quite loudly and involuntarily, to the wicked Fairy: "OOOOHHH! Damn you, Moonbeam! You know I can't resist...don't do that! PLEASE! Not your teeth! OOOOOHHH! FUCK! Please make me cum! I NEED it! PLEASE! I'll do anything! Just let me CUUUUMMMMMM!"

For the briefest moment, and with the tiniest pop, Moonbeam pulled her mouth off Victoria's bloated, fiery red, sex poisoned clit. "You will return with me? You will tell Desiree what she wants to know? Will you submit to her Glory? Will you?"

Victoria squealed in ultimate frustration, realizing in no uncertain terms her defeat. She nodded immediately and frantically.

"Good pussy!" Moonbeam gloated. Then, opening her mouth wide, exposing to her victim her mouthful of needle sharp fangs, she descended once again and engulfed the Aesir's clit.

"OOOOOHHH YYYEEEEESSSS!" Victoria cried, gripping the grass as the fangs sank into her most sensitive of body parts.

Up until the Aesir's last all too grateful cry, Roger had been content with being just the voyeur, panting quietly at the torrid scene of lesbian conquest, his still hugely hard bone jerking about under the tent it had made out of his disguise. But, with Victoria's cry of feminine defeat, he realized what all this meant. Moonbeam had found them out!

Which meant that Desiree would, too, know of Gem's mission!

If the Fairy escaped, this time with Victoria!

Suddenly, as if his intentions had been planned out beforehand, Roger was in deliberate, targeted, hurried motion. Almost instinctively, he sensed what had to be done. That damned Fairy must not get away this time! But, more importantly, he knew that he had the weapon that would stop her!

Besides, in the matter of making up his mind as to the course of action, having that small, but lusciously bulbous, Loki-molded ass pointed right at him didn't hurt either!

Tucking his disguise's hem under his waist belt in mid-stride freed his naturally and eagerly erect and cum lubricated cock for action. Pridefully he remarked to himself that he didn't even have to slow his quick, near running approach to the unsuspecting Fairy's attractive and presented buttocks in freeing his imposing weapon.

Which was an accomplishment for, after all, his prick was nearly as long as the entire Fairy!

Stepping up to the ass up, head down clit chewing Fairy, Roger aimed for the oh so carmine colored and wetly shiny slit just visible under those bulging mini-buns...

If Victoria wasn't in the middle of mind numbing, chewed off clit orgasm, she would have seen Moonbeam's eyes suddenly double in size as her hardly ever used puss hole abruptly and extremely, yet quite willingly, spread to a ridiculous width to accept Roger's rampaging cockhead!

Roger couldn't believe how easily those Barbie doll labia seemed to fly open as soon as his cock tip touched them. Then her crimson fuckhole, originally only the width of his pinkie finger, likewise flew open, like a hungry mouth, gobbling up inch after inch of his glans until he though her hips would split!

But he was in a world of his own, her outrageously tight, and blisteringly hot, pussy willingly spreading apart for him, gobbling upon everything he offered, goading him on to even greater depths of super tight Fairy belly and sexual irrationality. With the slightest of thrusts he watched in mixed fear of ripping the sweet little Barbie Doll asunder and completely inappropriate glorious male pride as his fist (full grown, human male fist) sized glans popped juicily into the Fairy's yielding belly.

All without a sound save for a brief flurry of humms from her suddenly hyperactive gossamer wings as Moonbeam's brutally stretched pussy finally popped over his insanely broad crown.

Then the formerly triumphant Fairy lost her oral grip on Victoria's clit and, moaning uncontrollably and uninhibitedly in her very high pitched voice, dropped her head between the Aesir's wide spread and floppy cunt lips. All too soon, as Roger held himself temporarily immobile just inside her tiny twat, she was on her way to burying her face into Victoria's sweaty, pussy juice lubed asscrack, "OOOOOOHHHHH!"

"Feel Good, Little Bitch?!" Roger cruelly chuckled, gripping the sweetly groaning Fairy with one hand around her miniscule waist, almost completely around that smooth, firm Barbie doll waist, holding Moonbeam in place...for his use. "You are one tight fuck, pussy!" he abruptly acknowledged as her tightness and the unexpected heat of her girl tube began to cook his belly swallowed glans.

He held her there a moment, frankly enjoying the frantic squeezing of his cockhead by her stuffed guts, when she finally collected enough of herself to look over her shoulder at her assailant. Her eyes, and mouth, were already wide and oval in shock, and they only got more so when she recognized him.

"You!" she squeaked.

Roger just grinned. "You remember me? I'm so honored you remembered! Let's get reacquainted, shall we?" he finally said, beginning to twist her around his Fairy skewering cockhead to face him. "I thought the next time we met you were going to fuck me up! Looks like you're going to get your chance! Only I'll be doing to fucking, right!?"

The Fairy panicked as soon as she noticed him effortlessly twisting her around his cock. Slapping at his waist holding hand and arm, and wildly screeching up at him as he quite effortlessly rotated her on his sex spear to face him, she was completely ineffective at stopping him.

It wasn't difficult to rotate her, her pussy was a soaked, silken delight. She was lubed so well he thought she could have accommodated an elephant!

But the reason for her panicked resistance became all to apparent when she got about halfway around...

With no real warning her eyes rolled up and the Fairy began convulsing wildly, arms and legs thrashing, high pitched gurgles and groans exploding out of her in a continuous stream of uncontrolled emotion. After he finished rotating her, with the Fairy still thrashing, impaled terminally on his magnificent sex pole, Roger just released her and watched, in typical male amusement, as the Fairy continued to jerk and squeak upon the extreme end of his cock.

For a good two minutes Moonbeam, totally beside herself, could only mindlessly and helplessly explode in awesome orgasm over Roger's cockhead. When she finally managed to regain some composure, when the series of orgasms eventually calmed, she could only hang there, eyes glazed, arms and legs limp with her hips still wrapped snugly around his glans.

He could see his cock crown outlined vividly in her ridiculously bulging belly. She looked more than 9 months pregnant...more like 12 months so!

Slowly, carefully, the Fairy opened her eyes. She looked up at the smirking Roger was a face of pure adoration.

"Feel good?" he asked, now with some restraint upon his threatening to become oversized male ego.

Smiling weakly, Moonbeam just nodded. "Been...a...long time..."

"Three thousand years?" Roger came back. He stroked over her gently slopping tits, feeling the hardness of her little nipples. He swore she cooed at him! "Want some more?"

Moonbeam's smile faded. "You can't...Sire! I can't stand it...I must return to Mistress...Desireeeeeee!"

"No you are not, Bitch!" Roger replied in sudden anger at the mention of Desiree. Ominously he grabbed the Fairy by the waist again.

"NO!" Moonbeam squealed when he started to pull her down, carefully wrapping more of her around some of the shaft behind his already buried cockhead. He watched, ginning, as the squealing living Barbie Doll slowly, but relentlessly slid down and around his pole. He could clearly make out his glans, vividly outlined by her belly, traveled up the squeaking, futilely struggling Fairy. He didn't stop until she was seriously gasping for breath, unable to fill her lungs from the cockhead thrust up into her chest, and his cock crown was just below her sternum!

She managed a good half foot of arm thick meat up her!

What a girl!

What a FUCKIN' Barbie Doll!

"How does that feel?" he asked, looking at her bulging eyes carefully.

She immediately responded by going through another two minute thrashing orgasm, twisting and jerking and squealing delightfully until her bliss broke. Then she once again collapsed, hanging limply around his monstrous prick.

After she stopped exploding around his pole, Roger sat down, keeping his knees up and gently holding the Fairy up between them. Gripping her by her now substantially enlarged waist, he began raising and lowering her around the half foot of soaking wet prick that was all that she could actually accommodate in her. Using her like a masturbation sleeve, he jacked himself off with her.

"NO! Oh, by Loki no, Sire!" She screamed...at first. "I can't resist...stand...oh, not even Loki...Fuck You...you merciless...you bastard...I can't...won't...can't...don't do this...to me!...squeeeeeaaalllll!"

Then she was just a hot, wet, living fucking, machine-gun cuming, jackoff sleeve.

As she thrashed mindlessly upon and around his sex spear, Roger thought he ought to keep her around, she felt so good! Damned but she was wet, and blisteringly hot! How does she get so damned hot inside that little body? Sure felt great!

Maybe he could catch her sisters and sell them at porn conventions!

But she was tight! And hot! And hungry! Like some super tight suckoff, she soon had his prick jumping, preparing to blow the Fairy's poor, fucked head off! But it was so good he just couldn't stop.

At the last possible second he let her go, then laid back on the cool, soft grass.

The thrashing Fairy didn't notice his release of her. She just kept thrashing upon the top half foot of his prick, twisting, humping, rolling, bouncing...

Cuming!

Then, with sudden finality, Roger was overwhelmed by her heat, and wetness, and eagerness for his prick. Suddenly, without warning from him, Roger was exploding for her...in her...

And Victoria cried out in wonderment as the Fairy, with her own wild squeal, shot off his spewing prick straight up into the air a good three feet from the force of his first massive spurt of cum. At three feet she momentarily stopped her ascent by instinctively spreading her wings, then, still on instinct for the Fairy was also cuming wildly, her wings kept her hovering directly over his jerking prick. For a briefest of time her wings held the dazed, convulsing Fairy aloft. That is, until his second spew, a good cup of already partially congealed manchowder, shot out his vertical cum-cannon at near supersonic speed, skillfully striking her under her motionless chin.

The Fairy did an Olympic quality triple somersault in mid air, trailing long strands of Roger's second spew behind her, which quite effectively fouled her wings. With wings glued together with foul wadd, she had no choice but to tumble helplessly down to land, on her ass, right on Roger's still spewing balls.

"Ooof!" went Roger when she landed on him.

"Oh!" went the Fairy when her chin came to violent rest upon the tip of his cockhead, right behind the piss slit.

Then that piss slip opened to emit the third gush of cum...

Like icing upon a cake, Roger's manstuff spewed across Moonbeam's face, and then came down all over her head. Roger grinned momentarily when her two eyes opened, then her little tongue extended and, like a windshield wiper on a cartoon character, started scraping her face clean of him.

Only he send a fourth glop of babymaking goo atop her head before she could remove the third.

But Roger, and probably Moonbeam, by this time could have cared less if the cum-crazy Fairy ever caught up with his gushing ballpudding! Roger felt the Fairy's legs wrap around his swollen, jumping babymakers to begin the most appropriate and effective milking and he felt so grateful to the Barbie-Doll ball milker that he, in quick order, spewed three more head dousing gushes all over Moonbeam's curls.

Then Victoria crawled up and simply engulfed his spewing cockhead, as well as Moonbeam's cum covered head. Roger just laid back again, with a big smile, and enjoyed the added vacuum-suck of Elf mouth to the delightful ball squeezing of Fairy thighs and cockhead lapping of Moonbeam's talented, if smaller than Elf, tongue, from inside of Victoria's cockhead stuffed mouth.

Was this place great or what?

Desiree stood in the balcony at the back of her Castle, gazing over the valley she had blasted out of the mountain range that backed up her fortress from the North. Hundreds of feet below she made out the hundreds of simple stone and thatch huts that housed her now fully manned, trained and equipped army of Loki-kai. She could see, as well as smell, the wisps of smoke from the cooking fires of her 'men', rising through the simple hole set in the middle of the peaked roof of each hut.

Desiree was pleased. Pleased with how the Loki-kai turned out, 'equipped' and developed exactly as she purposed; pleased with her intelligence on the plans of the Queen of the Guild Elves and her White Magic Witch ally, Ms. Hobson; but most importantly, pleased with herself. Everything was not only under control, but events were proceeding just as she hoped...no, intended!

Then, leaning on the massive stone rail ringing her fifty foot wide balcony, she sighed. There was just one more...variable to deal with before her plans were completed.

Chaos!

She had to get him out of her way and off her back! She had to convince him of the lie that she was truly his Ally and not just a potentially traitorous Vassal, always to be watched and spied on, never entrusted with autonomous rule! Only with this (misguided) trust would he grant her the title of 'Duke of Jotunheim', and give her the power to rule her own land as an independent Noble Mage Elf, uninhibited, and unobserved, by his Agents.

This, last, goal was essential, for it would only be with her own Title and independent State that she would have the power and rank which, in conjunction with the Elf enslaving Loki's Cock, which she already possessed, would allow her to rape Queen Thora, properly violate her Virgin Princess daughter, and occupy the Throne of Loki!

Instead of just watching that useless, brainless, cockheaded Chaos mount Thora and her Throne!

According to her interpretation of Loki's Prophesy, one didn't technically have to be male, a MAN, to gain the Throne. You just have to be able to fuck the Virgin Princess and impregnate her! With a growing smile of utterly wicked lust, Desiree admitted to herself that she already could do the first part, with what she had already obtained from the fallen Loki! And she was sure that, in the very near future, she would be able to most effectively perform the second necessity: impregnate Margarita!

If she could convince Chaos to make her a Duke of the Realm!

Desiree was certain that merely producing a defeat of the Guild Elf army, even the Guild Elf will and resistance crushing subjugation she expected from her own Loki-Kai army, which would give Chaos the freedom to invade...no, rape, Alfheim, would not be enough to gain her Dukedom. That was because her real difficulty in gaining sufficient trust in Chaos was not solved by crushing the Guild.

Chaos' distrust of her came from that bitch Moira, who always seemed to be standing behind Him, poisoning the waters between the Dark Lord and Desiree!

She just didn't trust Desiree.

And that proved to Desiree that Moira was not a simple, fuckpuppy courtesan! This woman would be a challenge!

Desiree knew, though, that Moira naturally did not trust any potential female competitor for Lord Chaos' trust and influence!

"And she is probably right!" smiled Desiree, watching the cooking fire smoke drift off to the East, and recalling what she had learned from Freya. "She probably got her position, and has maintained it, by back stabbing and then mind fucking, at least mind fucking, whatever female tried to get Chaos' attention! She probably fucks that Elf, Kia, into a coma every night, just to keep her in line!"

Yes, Moira was her next, and hopefully last, female opponent! And, she well knew, doubtless the most difficult!

But, with Moira finally out of her way, the brutal, testosterone poisoned, simple thinking Chaos would be easy to manipulate!

After all, Moira was doing a pretty good job of that already!

Unfortunately, Desiree abruptly realized, I don't know nearly as much about Moira as I like, or I need!

She was an Elf, or related to them? Well, her pointed ears gave that away. But what kind of Elf? A Hybrid? But from who? Loki? She doubted he would 'create' an Elf so physically and mentally dangerous!

Then, was she conceived of an Elf mother? Then who did the fathering? Chaos? Another Dark Lord? Those were or are the only impregnators in Lokin, to her knowledge! At least, those that survived very long with the Guild Elf ingrained hatred of Men! Men from Earth just didn't last long enough to have the opportunity to impregnate Elves.

Desiree frowned as she concentrated, "Each Elf type had strengths and weaknesses, especially sexual weaknesses! But what weaknesses did Moira have?"

Well, Desiree thought, for one thing, she was a woman! Gazing dreamily at the wisps of smoke drifting away, she recalled the appearance of Moira's physical 'assets' from the relatively few times she had been close enough to Moira: "What a woman!" she moaned, her skirt bulging as her unfettered Loki Cock jumped hungrily. She was very well equipped for womanly sex, performed solely under Chaos, that is, Desiree assumed. But she also looked quite prepared to assume the top role, upon that 'Lady' Kia, for instance.

She was also massively built, unnaturally strong looking for a female, and would be a handful in physical combat.

But physical strength wasn't the most important characteristic that determined victory in sexual combat. In fact, it often was a detriment!

But how skilled was she at straight lesbian combat?

She just didn't know that much about the huge female Giant!

"Well, Stupid!" Desiree rebuked herself, abruptly, over the excessive, for her, concern about her future opponent, "you DO well know that all Womyn in Lokin, either Elf, Human or Hybrid, were subject to having their wills psychologically broken by the combination of a divinely huge cock and appropriately applied, and preferably Black, Magic! Is there another Mage in the land that can best you at Sexual Black Magic? And you have the best Elf Breaker in Lokin, obtained from the Creator Himself! It isn't that you haven't fuck broken more Elves and Human girls than any Mage or Giant in Lokin these three thousand years! Quit worrying about what probably will not happen! Moira is just another bimbo, a big bimbo, to be sure, but just another Loki Cock worshipping bottom waiting for you to show her her place!"

With new confidence and determination, Desiree stood upright, her nostrils flaring, eyes flashing. Moira would learn her place, just like all the others, under Desiree!

Moira, she knew, must be approaching the main entrance to her Castle by now. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, blanking her thinking mind, reaching out with her mental senses. Ignoring the simpleminded thoughts of her Loki-kai, and the obsessive, almost frantic thoughts...no, cravings for deep penetration coming from the Humans and Elves in her 'sex dungeon', she expanded her mental senses till they encompassed her entire Castle. Clear to her front entrance.

There was Cassiopeia, at the front entrance, waiting. Her mind registered a calm, cool, consummately controlled pattern of thoughts geared to one topic: to 'greet' Moira properly. She would be the first to encounter the Giantess.

She would have the honor of first challenging Moira's mind with her vampiric derived hypnotic will. With any luck, Desiree would not have to do more than rip off the will enslaved Moira's skirt and enjoy her 'charms'!

Desiree fantasied that she would have Loki's Cock down Moira's throat five minutes after the Giantess and Wood Elf Vampire met. Enjoying that powerful, deeply swallowing throat, fucking without restraint down it, using Chaos' bitch like Moria was her own!

Then, when she satisfied herself with oral service, she would order the Chaos Bitch upon her hands and knees for some proper 'intercourse'!

Oh yes! Desiree would be doing some fucking with and to that Moira, that Bitch of the Dark Lord Chaos, all right!

Just like Desiree had done to Freya!

With a Cock that could...unlike any Dark Lord's black organ...impregnate Moira with an Elf!

Such a Cock would be worth getting on your knees and accepting!

Then Desiree's fierce face of imagined triumph faded. The only thing was, Freya had not been pregnant when she had left Desiree's Castle. They must have mated a dozen times, she must have spewed directly into Freya's womb nine loads that last night together!

Yet the Goddess hadn't become pregnant!

Desiree shook her head. "No problem!" she said aloud to the smoky air. "More experimentation was necessary!" Then she leaned again on her balcony rail: It just meant more modifications to her dramatically enlarged balls were necessary! Only a few relatively small adjustments, she told herself with certainty, she had to be close to having corrected all the genetic problems by now that Loki had left in them.

But she would need another test subject.

No problem! Moira would provide the next test subject! Once Moira was properly fucked, Desiree was convinced the Giantess would be 'happy' to cooperate in her fertilization experiments!

Desiree was confident that both the addictive qualities as well as the 'taste' of her cum had improved to the point that no female could deny its effects. The recent experiments on Freya and those young females from Earth had clearly supported at least that part of her supposition to be correct. Neither Freya, nor any of the Elves or Humans held prisoner in her Castle had been able to resist any sexual demands by Desiree once they had ingested her...Loki's modified testicle product! Not a single female tested had been able to resist getting on her knees and servicing Desiree's unfettered sex monster whenever she offered! Not one out of nearly one hundred pussies.

As final proof, Desiree recalled how Freya was literally begging for one last blow job, at the front entrance, when she left the other day!

Now that was double-blind, objective, scientific proof for you!

No, there was no problem with the addictive qualities of her spooge!

Just the potency of its impregnation effects!

Well, with Moira in her service tonight, she would 'fine tune' her nuts' babymaking ability to perfection!

So, Desiree was going to take her time today in meeting Dark Lord Chaos' Bitch! She would give Cassiopeia all the time she needed to 'possess' Moira good and proper. Desiree wanted that towering cunt good and wet and ready for some 'divine' penetration when they met!

Then her head rang with a wild, silent, mental scream.

Instantly Desiree recognized the mental howl as coming from Cassiopeia! She had 'heard' it before in her mind, but only when they were together, in bed. It sounded the same as Cassiopeia's mental cry when Desiree would wake her in the morning by driving her/Loki's cock up her belly!

Without warning her first!

It was a cry of shock, physical shock, as the Wood Elf's girl guts were suddenly and instantly stuffed with huge divine prick! The cry she had just heard sounded exactly as when Cassiopeia's guts were filled with Desiree's organ!

Heart beginning to race, Desiree lowered her head again, trying to calm herself in order to hear more...

As if on cue, another, even more 'loud' mental wail shook her.

Again Desiree instantly recognized it as coming from Cassiopeia. And, again, she had heard that mental cry before, only it was slightly different than the first. It was the cry Cassiopeia gave when she came.

Really came!

Mind blanking, toe curling, lung emptying, body convulsing orgasm!

But so soon! Cassiopeia never came so quickly after initial penetration!

At least not with her!

Suddenly a chill went up Desiree's spine. If she could interpret these two mental cries as coming from Cassiopeia for the reasons she surmised, and she had absolutely no information to suggest she was incorrect in her interpretation, Moira had just...fucked the Wood Elf vampire into an incapacitating orgasm.

For all facts and purposes...instantaneously!

In her Castle! With her protective spells in place!

How?!

But her self-questioning abruptly ended when, with a flash and momentarily deafening report, Desiree found herself no longer alone on the balcony!

Spinning around she gasped as she saw the towering Giantess, Moira, standing just inside the doorway leading to her balcony. Draped over her massive shoulder, like meat brought in from the hunt, was Cassiopeia!

At least her ass, for that was what was draped down Moira's chest. And Desiree could easily make out the dark oval outlined between Cassiopeia's thighs, right over her pussy!

Her seriously stretched wide open pussy!

The smiling Moira slid the barely moving Wood Elf off her shoulder and, not ungently, dropped her to the floor. Cassiopeia landed limply, sounding like a sack of grain when she hit the floor. Then she laid there, jerking and squirming incoherently.

Just like she acted after Desiree finished using her in the morning!

"So," Moira brought Desiree's attention back to her with one, booming word. "we finally meet, alone, just the two of us!" The Giantess said with a sincere touch of warmth.

Desiree gawked. Teleportation! Here, in my Castle! How, with all my dampening spells still in place?!

As if reading Desiree's mind, Moira hesitated just inside the balcony. "You have no idea how much trouble it is navigating to and through this Castle! Travel, especially in your Castle, is so very expensive! So expensive, in fact, that, and I am afraid I must apologize to you, Desiree Dear, I cannot afford to stay long!"

Then she continued to walk up to the rail and look below.

So, Chaos does possess reserves, BIG reserves of magical power! Desiree nodded inwardly in sudden understanding. Moira must be directing tons of magic force just to suppress the Castle's dampening spells, which explains how she can teleport!

Which means she can also neutralize my defensive spells, so I'd better be careful while she's here. But, once the bitch gets a long look, and taste, of what I am packing between my legs...

But Moira said it was expensive to stay here, and she only could stay a short time...

Lots of power, but the ability to use that power, to direct and manipulate it, is limited! They can only use a limited amount of magic at any one time!

She could do much better than that! Mages were masters at manipulating Magic forces! It was always getting sufficient power to use that limited Mages...

Except now. With her spells temporarily neutralized, she would have to wait until Moira either left or voluntarily dropped her own spells (highly unlikely!) before Desiree could show this concubine of a Dark Lord how to use magic!

Which means she's very vulnerable until Moira actually did leave!

I wonder if he gets the raw energy material for his magic power by fucking females, like I do?

"You do know," Moira was going on while she watched Desiree' Loki-kai gather around their outside campfires below. "It is the height of rudeness for a servant to attempt to rape a guest, especially at the front door!"

Desiree stood alongside the towering woman, on her guard. "I will discipline her severely for her transgression, My Lady."

Moira smiled and leered down at Desiree. "Oh, do not worry. I will punish the transgressor, in good time!"

Moira was naked except for her skirt which hung around her hip bones and ran to her ankles. A slit at both sides allowed most of both her long, muscular legs to be visible as she walked. The slits also exposed big hunks of her bulging, tight, hard buttocks. But, other than the skirt, she was most attractively naked.

Her belly above her skirt as ribbed with muscle, absolutely flat except for her navel. Her tits were impressive, both in size and firmness. Naturally for an Elf, they were firmly conical, without the least sag in spite of their being easily 'E' size.

Her pale skin looked like milk, making her face vaguely oriental...almost kabuki-like.

Her vividly red lips matched perfectly her jutting, rock hard nipples.

Desiree suddenly felt the most...submissive...feminine thrill rush through her when she looked into Moira's blazing red eyes! Not only did her/Loki's cock start erecting, but her belly melted into liquid lust.

She hadn't felt that since the days, long ago, when she lived, like all Elves, to serve under her Lord and Master, Loki!

Most strange!

Looking back into the valley, Moira went on, "I must admit that your Loki-kai look ready! Much more impressive than Orcs, I must say!" She looked back at Desiree, "You have given them a...copy of the Divine Cock? Is that true?"

Desiree proudly nodded. "It is only a mimic, but it is indistinguishable to an Elf. It is not permanent, I am afraid."

"How long?"

"Eight hours or so. Recharging the spell is more a matter of magic force available. Each recharge is exponentially more costly than the last. Normal lag time between new spell establishment is a little over two days."

"How much energy do you have available?"

"Enough for one full spell on all my troops. If I had more force, I could recharge them for another eight hours. But, for me, collecting force is time consuming..."

"I think we could supply you with addition force, if your troops are as effective as Lord Chaos believes! But first, I want to see this...secret weapon."

Desiree smiled. That was her opening! "Well, why look at a mimic, when I have the original right here..." And she began to pull her skirt aside.

Then the Giantess' huge hand swallowed up hers, stopping her. "Yes, that is correct, you have the original, don't you?!" She pulled Desiree's arm aside, with ease. "Yes, I do want to see the famous Divine Cock!"

Moira threw Desiree's skirt aside and Loki's cock, all sixteen inches of it, flipped up, stiff and throbbing. It threw a foot long strand of precum over the rail. The shiny white worm of goo silently fell out of sight into the valley below.

Desiree looked over at the Giantess and was rewarded by Moira's unblinking stare and broad, gleaming smile, both reflecting divine light. "What do you think, Moira? Impressive, isn't it? Would you like more of it?"

Moira then looked at Desiree's smirking face, then answered, "That's why I am here!" Then she gripped the bobbing cock's by the shaft, her huge hand reaching completely around the arm thick slab of holy meat.

Desiree gasped raggedly as the Giantess gripped her, squeezing with monstrous strength. Like toothpaste out of a tube, an inch thick, foot or more long strand of pearly white, coiled and lumpy precum squirted out the gripped fuckpole.

"Impressive!" Moira smiled at the pleasure grimacing Desiree. "Tell me, does this feel good?" Then she began jacking the prick with one cock enwrapping hand.

"AHHH!" Desiree impulsively cried out as the most outrageous pleasure surged up from her beaten off bone. Almost immediately following her wanton, raw cry it was echoed by her Loki-kai far below. Never had she felt such pleasure! The hand was so powerful in its grip, competent in its friction on the cockhead, masterful in its sliding, jacking up and down her fully erect cock!

Moira's hand nearly became a blur as her jackoff sped up.

Desiree popped up on her tiptoes, her eyes widening in shock from the uncontrolled, frenziedly building pleasure, "I'm...I'm...going...going...to..."

"Cum?" Moira answered. Then her hand job did become a blur. "You may! Now!"

Immediately, with a lung emptying screech, Desiree obeyed, spewing wildly and violently against the stone rail, drenching it in seconds with violently gushing colloidal cum.

Moira just stood there, smiling contentedly, jacking the jumping, squealing Mage's spewing God Cock.

Milking her.

Draining her.

Moira only released her once Loki's prick stopped spurting, long minutes later. Desiree, panting wildly, sweat streaming down her forehead, off her nose, down her throat and between her tits, fell forward to plant her hands on the cum drenched rail of her balcony. There, hands sinking into a good three inches of icing-like wadd congealing all over her stone railing, Desiree panted.

She vividly smelt her cum, inches under her sweat dripping nose.

Her...Loki's Cock was still rock hard, though her heavily modified balls were no longer nearly as big as a moment before. The bitch had literally drained her!

It would take a few moments to replace all that cum...

Moria licked a worm of Desiree's wadd off her finger, then smiled down at the bent over, sweat soaked Mage. "My Dear, you do taste good! Freya had told My Lord, and yours, by the way, Lord Chaos how...good you tasted? But I just couldn't believe an Elf could produce better tasting semen than your Lord Chaos! Well, I must confess, that I was mistaken! At least in one area your...excuse me! Loki's Cock produces a better tasting cum! I congratulate you!"

"If you...pant!...can wait...a...pant!...moment more...pant!...I will be...able to...produce some...pant!...that you can...suck out of me...pant!...directly! ...pant!" Desiree replied.

Moira laughed, surprising Desiree with its high pitched, ringing crystal note. "You fool! I did not come here to take your cum! Just the opposite!" Then Moira dramatically pulled aside the front of her skirt.

"Oh, by Loki!" Desiree cursed as she saw the coal black, stone hard, monstrously endowed Dark Lord cock flip stony and leg long up from Moira's loins. "What have you done? Is that Chaos's...Lord Chaos's?"

"In your dreams, ElfBitch!" Moira roared back, loud enough to generate an echoing roar from the milling Loki-kai below. "This is...was Lord Dread's... weapon! He will not be needing it anymore!"

Desiree blinked at the massive fist sized cockhead now only inches off her nose. In the far distance she could make out two boulders hanging in a totally black scrotum half way down to Moira's knees. They were the size of her head.

Each was the size of her head!

The cock had to be two feet long, at least, and as thick as her calf muscle.

"Impressed?" Moria chuckled.

Unconsciously, panicked by the sudden revelation of what Moira was packing, Desiree numbly, dumbly nodded.

"Lord Dread has...'died'. That is probably the best way to describe him. Eventually his injuries in the White Magic Bolt attack completely severed, on another, magical, plane, his 'weapon' from his body. That essentially ends his existence, in Lokin at least! Lord Chaos most generously gave me Lord Dread's weapon for my use on this mission. And depending on how much...fun I have using it on you, I might keep it!"

Desiree, instantly realizing that now, SHE, was to be on the receiving end of a female armed with a 'divine' organ, could only shake her head in rising terror and gasp a feeble, "No!"

The seven and a half foot tall Moira was not moved. "Listen, ElfBitch! What Freya said about you not being involved was not believed by Lord Chaos, nor by me! We know...I know you're planning on overthrowing Lord Chaos and seize the Throne of Alfheim yourself! You are as transparent as water to me! And I, for one, am not about to let some little Elf upset MY plans for that throne!"

Then the wide eyed Desiree watched as Moira's 'weapon' bobbed up and down before her before flicking a long, tacky rope of precum, over a foot long, right across her grimacing face. "No!" she whimpered. "Please, no! I told you the truth! I can help you stop them! I know about the Man! I can..."

"You can shut up and enjoy servicing this!" Moira roared, pointing at her cock. "Maybe if you do a good job showing me what is so great about having a cock in the first place, I might let you stay free long enough to lead 'your' Loki-kai against that cow Thora!"

In utter desperation Desiree sent a hastily contrived paralyzing bolt-spell right at Moria. Even before the bolt formed the Mage knew it was hopeless.

But she had to do something!

There was no way she could accommodate an organ that huge!

The attack hardly generated a glow in Moira's defensive aura.

The Giantess just smiled, almost pitying the Mage. She then took a huge step forward and butted her drooling cockhead into Desiree's face, knocking her back two steps and almost unto unconsciousness. "But, right now, you ARE going to service my cock!"

With a sweep of her hand, she sent Desiree flying backwards to smash against her Castle wall at the back of her balcony. The violence of the impact would have killed a Human woman, right then and there. On the wall the Mage stuck, arms out, back glued to the blocks forming the wall.

Moira dropped her skirt and, impressively and intimidatingly naked, strode forward. Towards the pinned to the wall Mage.

"You no longer need clothing in my presence, Elfbitch!" Moira smirked. With another wave of the Giantess' hand Desiree's vest and skirt flew off her in shredded tatters.

"Spread for me, Cunt!" Moira added, waving her hand again.

Desiree gritted her teeth, flexing her strong thigh muscles with all her might. Desperately she resisted, but her legs spread, smoothly and easily, nonetheless. They looked as if Desiree was not resisting the Giantess at all instead of fighting with all her strength!

Spread wide apart, she awaited her fate.

Moira stopped before the wide eyed Mage, then she reached between Desiree's wide spread thighs to lift her sac of nuts up. "Don't tell me, what with all this Earth girl fucking you have been practicing all these months, that you have forgotten about your own pussy? I'll just bet that it's feeling downright rejected! Well, I'll take care of that! Ah, there it is!"

Desiree chewed on her lower lip as Moira's big, but gentle, fingers found her soaking wet cunt hidden behind her...Loki's ball sack. With a ragged gasp she responded to the embarrassing pleasurable sensations of having her labia parted and her little clit stroked.

Within a minute of groping her Moira had her panting again, nice and fast and loud.

"All Elves are sluts!" Moira said, with an evil smile, into Desiree's once again sweaty face. "I knew it!"

When Moira slid two hot-dog long and wide fingers to the last knuckle up Desiree's very ready fuckhole, the Elf turned her face aside and moaned pitifully. Again, nice and long and loud.

Moira just chuckled, and started fingerfucking the helpless Elf.

It took just a few minutes of that to get Desiree panting and whining while staring, most hungrily, at Dark Lord Cock. When Moira pulled her soaked fingers out of Desiree, accompanied by a syrupy pop, she smirked into the sweaty face again. "You are an Elf, that's for sure! I'll not demean you further. You won't have to beg! Just nod if you want to serve around MY cock!"

Immediately Desiree nodded vigorously...and sincerely.

With another chuckle Moira stepped back and aside. "I think I should take you first in the position most suited for Elfbitches like you!" Then, with another wave of her hand, she sent the naked, soaked, desperate for penetration Elf Mage hurtling back across the balcony.

Desiree fell across her railing, right on the part that was covered with the, now drying, load of cum she had spewed upon it earlier. Head over the railing, looked down at the valley, and the hundreds of leering, cheering (for Moira!) Loki-kai, she realized her other half, her broad, wet ass and desperately ready pussy, was sticking up at the advancing Moira at the other end of the railing. Loki's cock, rock hard as usual, was projecting through a space between the railing's posts, almost in Desiree's flushed, sweat dripping face.

She had no desire to change her position as Moira stepped up to her and wrapped one huge hand halfway around her Elf-narrow waist.

"Let's not waste any more time, shall we?" Moira chuckled, pressing her cockhead perfectly between Desiree's spread labia and into her dripping wet, open and inviting twat. "We can try some other...angles after I've relieved our mutual 'pressures', okay?"

Before Desiree could make any kind of response, Moira thrust.

And Desiree screamed.

And the Loki-kai roared back their approval.

Desiree screamed, at first, as Moira's monstrously wide glans spread her cunt faster and farther than any other cock, including the one jumping and throbbing out of her own loins. But it wasn't painful, just scary. She knew, of course, that it could become painful, very painful, if Moira brutalized her.

But it didn't. Moira's initial slow, careful penetration just stretched her like nothing else in five thousand years had.

But her scream continued past the stretching. Past the penetration of her opening. That part of her scream was caused by entirely different sensations...

Pleasure.

Raw, incredible, irresistible, gut spreading pleasure.

When that cockhead popped into her, during the last half of her scream, she couldn't remember a more blissful sensation than having such a huge cockhead lodged in her pussy.

She suddenly had some insight into what had happened to that 'Lady' Kia to make her so submissive to Dark Lord Chaos.

His cock!

Moira, eyes closed in pleasure, a smirk still on her face from Desiree's completely involuntary screech, waited once her glans was in Elf girl guts for Desiree to quiet. Immediately after the Elf did quiet down, the Giantess began sliding, powerfully, the rest of her meat into Elven belly.

And Desiree started up the longest, loudest, most sweetly submissive moan that any sex monster had ever heard! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!"

Desiree was instantly fucked. As the wickedly wide pole slid home inside her, as her belly swelled around the endlessly invading meat, as her guts were spread and pushed out of the way of invading Dark Lord Cock, her mind drowned in the bliss of finally fulfilling her prime duty as an Elf: Servicing the Holy Cock!

When Moira hit home, burying her cockhead into Desiree's womb and pushing her guts up into her chest, stars flashed in her mind and her head dropped, limply, as her first orgasm from penetration in some three thousand years swept her.

When she came back to the reality of bloated, stuffed belly and roaring Loki-kai below her, her face was dripping with...

"Cum? Cum!" she gasped, tasting the slime as it drooled down her upside down face. Then she saw Loki's cock staring her in the face! She had cum into her own face when Moira forced her into orgasm!

But Moira was not standing still. She was already pulling back, preparing for the next drive. When it started Desiree was watching, keeping her eyes open by force of will as the blessed fullness returned; the wonderful stretching of her puss tube, her cervix, her womb; then finally the dislocation of her uterus, thrust inches towards her stomach...

Just as delicious orgasm again swept her, right before she blanked out into another convulsive orgasm, Loki's cockhead, inches from her wide eyed face, spewed another foot long worm of wadd right between her eyes. The last thing she heard was the 'splat' the worm made smashing into her forehead.

Now, though, Moira wasn't going to stop. Fucking felt so Loki-damned good! Why hadn't women been created with cocks?! The snug, hot, wet, sucking woman tube was just downright delicious wrapped around, sucking on, stroking off her cock! She could do this all day!

So she did.

Or tried.

Moira took up a continuous pumping, driving all of her cock that would fit in the overwhelmed Elf's guts with each powerful drive, then quickly pulling back, enjoying immensely the Elf's guts sucking lovingly on her withdrawals. When just her cockhead was left inside the squirming, squealing Desiree's belly, Moira would immediately just thrust back in.

Good and hard and deep!

And Desiree lost it within four in and out cycles. Squealing like a seventeen year old draped across the City Park's teeter-totter, with plaid skirt thrown up over her head, pink stretched panties tossed carelessly atop the nearby chain link fence, white blouse opened, white bra pulled up, and firm, plump, hard tipped boobs hanging and quivering with each thrust, while taking gleefully, though at first somewhat nervously, her first porking by her brother's best friend, Desiree was getting ever more enthusiastic about her new position in life:

Elven fucktoy!

Moira was learning something too about sex. Cocks are hard to keep from cuming when in tight, sucking Elf belly! All too soon, for Moira, her massive pole was jumping wildly inside Desiree, jumping in time with the Elf's hoarse squeals. Moira managed to realize that it meant that her cock was going to cum.

It just didn't matter to her at that time. She just couldn't stop!

Grabbing the still bent over Desiree by her hair, the Giantess hauled Desiree's head up until she was straight backed across the top of the railing. Then she let loose.

Desiree, blinded by the tons of her own precum coating her forehead, filling her eye sockets, plugging her nose, and drooling in tacky, stringy waves down across her panting, wide open mouth and gooey chin, screeched with the first massive blast of red hot spooge that flooded her womb. Frantically reaching back to sink her long fingernails into Moira's grinding, cock buried hip, she managed to hoarsely gasp out, "Yes! It's so goooood! More! Please! I Love You! More! Don't stop! I love you!"

Moira could only smile as her second cup sized bolt of babystuff spewed into the Elf's cockhead breached womb and shot through her tubes to flood her belly.

Desiree then began making noises very reminiscent of pigs as her own Cock of Loki opened its vents and began spewing, in time with Moira's Elf belly buried Dark Lord cock, feet long spurts of stringy jizz all over the howling Loki-kai gathered below.

Neither female would be coherent for awhile.

'Awhile' was a good twenty minutes. They stayed locked together, Elf female organs securely wrapped around Dark Lord cock, for a good twenty minutes. A good twelve minutes after the last spurt into Desiree's belly.

Desiree stayed horizontal across the top of the railing, held up by the vicious grip of Moira's hand on her hair. The Elf's belly was swollen even more than it had been when just a Dark Lord Cock had been planted there. Later she would estimate that a good two quarts of spunk had been added by Moira's awesome unloading.

But slowly, carefully, the two females returned to reality. Then, when Moira looked down and noticed how wide spread Desiree's thighs, and cunt was, trying to accommodate her meat, she slowly, carefully started the process of withdrawing about twenty inches of calf thick cock from the thoroughly fucked Elf.

When her still prodigiously wide glans finally popped out of Desiree, accompanied by a loud, disgustingly sloppy pop and a birdlike yelp from the Elf, Moira's eyes widened as a veritable Niagara Falls of cum poured out the Elf's widely stretched girl hole.

It must have poured out a good two minutes before finally stopping.

As Desiree climbed down from across the railing, her belly was only a quarter of the bulging mass of just a couple of minutes earlier.

They stood then, both standing somewhat uneasily from their mutual exertions, for another long minute. Then Moira seemed to notice something.

"It is time I depart!" she said, not nearly as dominate or arrogant as when she arrived.

Desiree, inwardly fighting with herself over whether she feared this Giantess...or was desperately in love with her cock, tried to stand upright.

But failed.

"Don't go," she said, quite sincerely. She decided that she didn't want Moira, or, more accurately, her cock, to leave, just yet. "Please stay! I want...more!"

A crooked smile crossed Moira's lips. So, she thought, it worked! I broke the Elfbitch, just like Lord Chaos can do! Cocks are useful, after all! "Why?"

Desiree answered by just staring at Moira's still hugely hard prick. She frankly had a look of pure hunger on her Elven face.

"I must go." Moira said, though she stepped forward, bringing the stiffly swaying closer to the staring Elf.

Unconsciously Desiree licked her red lips when a worm of cum appeared and began sliding out the slit at the tip of the monstrous organ.

Like a High School teenybopper begging a traffic cop not to give her a ticket for speeding, Desiree fell, hard, to her knees. "Can I...suck it?" she asked in her most ball tingling, little submissive Elf voice.

The strand of wadd slid completely out of the cock and dropped to the stone floor with a 'splat'. Another one immediately started to replace it. Moira's crooked smile grew, "To completion?"

Desiree nodded just like a teenybopper on her knees alongside a quiet side street with a traffic cop standing over her with a monstrous bulge in his pants.

"Do it right!"

Eyes lighting up, Desiree grabbed the huge shaft in both hands and, raising up upon her knees and opening her mouth as wide as she could, she engulfed the more than a mouthful cockhead.

Far below her Loki-kai roared as Moira's head tilted back in new bliss.

Roger and Victoria lay together, on their sides facing one another, with Moonbeam sandwiched between them. She was still impaled hugely upon Roger's still unfulfilled prick, her normally flat, smooth belly bloated monstrously in outlining his murderously wide cockhead. The deliciously figured, now cock disfigured, Tinkerbell-like Fairy endlessly squirmed in holy stuffed bliss around his meat, quite unable to stop cuming her little brains out as long as she was so spitted upon his divine dong.

Even though Moonbeam's fabulously snug and hot body kept his most important appendage swollen and bony, emotionally Roger was quite satisfied with the evening's sexual exercises. Not five minutes earlier Victoria had most generously licked both his cum gushing cock and the thoroughly cum drenched Fairy completely clean. The Fairy had proved most effective as a masturbation sleeve, substantially reducing the overloaded condition of his holy balls. Furthermore that Fairy-fucking outing had come after the fortuitous blow job from Flare, which, in turn, had followed the massively satisfying virginal butt fuck of Victoria!

After days of drought, for his cock, this evening had been a blessing!

Victoria was holding the helpless, yet no longer in any way protesting, Moonbeam securely and fully impaled upon his meat, so Roger nonchalantly reached over and groped the Aesir's nice round asscheek as he slowly drifted off to well deserved sleep. Then he, and everyone, heard the high pitched growl...

He felt Moonbeam jump in a most unsexy way. Instantly she was no longer cuming around him. Then he heard Victoria hiss. And suddenly Moonbeam was no longer keeping his cock warm and wet.

Opening his eyes he saw the Fairy, clutched about the waist in Victoria's two hands, held up to the Aesir, face to face. The Aesir was rising rapidly to her feet, and speaking, quite forcefully, directly into the bleary eyed Fairy's face, "What have you done?! You're not alone, are you? What are you planning?!"

Suddenly alarmed at Victoria's change of mood, Roger jumped up, dropping his costume down over his prick. "What is going on?"

Victoria looked over at him. "That sounded like a...well, you don't want to know..."

"Yes I do!"

"No you don't!" Moonbeam added, suddenly starting up her wings and powerfully flying free of Victoria's grasp. She immediately flew right up to Roger's face.

She stopped just inches from his nose, her still quite voluptuous, Barbie doll figure and heart stopping beautiful face catching Roger's attention instantly. She at once enthralled his weak male consciousness with her unearthly beauty. Smelling her in the gentle but constant breeze from her blurred wings set his prick jumping again as he dreamily gazed at that little face.

Damn, Fairies are sexy!

Victoria frowned mightily at Roger's helplessness before the notorious attraction of a Fairy.

Moonbeam hesitated, biting on her lower lip as she effortlessly hovered before the transfixed male. Then, as if making up her mind suddenly, she spoke, "Victoria's right, I am not alone...now." She abruptly looked embarrassed, ashamed, fearful. "Look, you...your cock...has changed my thoughts on many things! I've never been...fucked you call it? Whatever you call it, it was fantastic! I never knew that...Men...could feel so good or be so...so...useful! I want more...lots more of you, Sir Roger! And your...cum tastes so good! Desiree's doesn't taste nearly as good as you! I never knew before it was so pleasant to feast on...cum!"

Then her face fell, "But I am pledged to Desiree! It is an ancient and sober agreement, a pledge to serve, aid, and obey Her! Don't ask me the reasons, just believe me when I say that Fairies must obey their pledges! All of them!"

There was no pride, nor pleasure, showing on that still beautiful face now. "I have led a team of...Desiree's denizens to...capture Lady Gem and rape her troops into submission!

"Don't hate me! I had to! It's Desiree's orders and I must obey her! But I have been...changed...about you, Sir Roger. You I want to remain free...for purely selfish reasons: So you can fuck me again! Fairies are selfish folk, I suppose! So, I will save you...and Victoria, since she is also enslaved to your Cock and Desiree wants her back.

"So flee, now! I have warned you...and...thus I have betrayed Desiree! I will be paying a painful price for that, but no matter. There is no more time! What you just heard was the signal to gather for the attack. I can no longer prevent it! It will occur with or without me, now! So flee, and do not look back for Lady Gem and her Elves are doomed! It will not be pretty what will be done to Elves who resist Orcs, and Guild Elves always resist Desiree's minions! Just ask Victoria...she's seen it in the past!

"Look, you have to get away now! There's no more time! Believe me, that call was the signal to attack the camp, and you'll just be raped, along with the others, if you stay! I'll meet you and Victoria tomorrow night, at the foot of the Impassible Mountains. Victoria knows where! You can do whatever you want to me, then! I'll submit completely to your lusts, to your revenge for this ambush! Just get away from here!"

Then, as Roger gawked in helpless lust and not a little growing horror at what the Fairy had just told him, Moonbeam was darting off into the darkness. Roger finally snapped out of his Fairy induced trance with Victoria tugging at his sleeve.

Victoria was as close to panic as he had ever seen her, even when she was wrapped around Gem's forearm, "She meant it! There is no more time! We have to flee, now!"

Roger suddenly shook his head as cold, sharp reality ripped through his Fairy sex funk. Flare...raped by who knows what? Desiree getting her hands on Gem...well, fuck Gem for all the suffering she had put him through this trip!

No! he interrupted himself. HE owed that arrogant Elf a big butt fuck himself, true! But he'd be damned if Desiree got to Gem's bubble butt before he did! He owed Gem a porking, and a big one! Anyway, didn't he lose Janey to that Desiree Bitch? He wasn't about to lose Flare to her, too!

"No!" Roger barked at Victoria, his frown furious. "No, I...we are not running! Not this time! I owe something to these Elves, even if they would want to cut my holy dick off! Get your things, Victoria, and follow me! I'm going back to camp, now!"

And then Roger was striding off, through the brush and towards the diminished campfire.

He walked right up to where Gem and Flare were laying, glistening naked on the dark ground. Actually he noticed that neither was completely naked, for both wore their sword belts.

While asleep?

Gem suddenly sat up before Roger could get closer than ten feet to the sleeping Flare. Instantly wide awake, she smoothly and ominously reached for her sword hilt as he, closely trailed by Victoria, continued stepping up to the Elves.

"Get up!" he said, but not too loud so the others couldn't hear the masculine tone in his urgent voice. "Don't ask me why, no time, but you're about to be attacked..."

Gem, gloriously stripped bare save her sword belt, effortlessly jumped up to her feet, facing him. Her high pitched voice sounded urgent, but not alarmed, "Who, from where?"

"Desiree," Roger simply replied.

Behind him Gem saw Victoria nod. "The Fairy Moonbeam tracked us, found us. She's leading a Rape Team...Orcs, Cockbats no doubt. Probably worse with them..."

"Worse?" Roger exclaimed, looking back at the Aesir. Cockbats?!

But Gem had heard enough. Kicking Flare, not gently, in her delicious rump, she barked, "Flare, alert! Everyone, Battle-alert! Plan B! No delay! Move!"

Suddenly the camp was alive with lush, naked (save for sword belts) Elves, initially to Roger scrambling around in apparent confusion. But once his male libido got over all the delicious Elf flesh milling around him, his rational consciousness started to notice patterns in the movements, logic in their actions, order amongst the visual chaos. Abruptly he recognized that everyone seemed to know what they were doing...

Except him, of course!

Two Elves started tossing logs on the fire, while the others formed a crescent around the growing fire, its curved outside surface facing towards the North, towards the Impassible Mountains.

All this was accomplished, and Roger and Victoria ordered behind the crescent and growing campfire, within a minute after Gem had started barking orders like a chihuahua.

Roger was impressed, and showed it when Gem, from the center of the crescent, looked back at him, not without a growing smile of pride on her firm but beautiful face.

Which was all the time they were given, for after that one minute came another cry, another high pitched growl. This one much louder...

"Closer," Victoria, behind Roger, gasped. He felt her hand grip the upper part of his left arm.

Gem nodded to no one in particular, then looked up at SharpEye on her perch atop the ten meter high boulder that every Guild Elf camp seemed to have as a lookout. "Trouble, SharpEye!" was all she said.

The Elf atop the boulder, fully clothed, just nodded, not taking her vision away from the Northern sky. There was really nothing to see, the night sky, filled with low cloud/fog overhead, looked about as close to utter black as Roger could imagine.

However, just as he told himself that, part of that Northern sky situated just outside of camp became abruptly, obviously much blacker...

And the black was moving.

Everyone saw it, even Roger. 'It' looked like a big, ultra-black kite, floating in the dark sky. It came in quickly, a vaguely rectangular shape, a couple meters wide and almost three meters long with tentacle-like structures around a meter long at each of its four corners. It was, indeed, even blacker that the foggy night sky.

As it crossed the boundary of the camp, from the North, Roger suddenly made out two dull red spots near the leading edge. 'Eyes'?

Then he made out a long tubular structure, equally black as the body, jutting out from some two thirds of the way down the underside. It was feet long and appeared, from the brief look Roger got of it, to be as thick as an Elf foreleg.

He only had seconds to observe the thing, it was rushing into camp and then overhead so quickly. But it seemed to him to be making directly for SharpEye's perch. It didn't give Roger, or anyone else, any time to even yell any further warning to the outlook.

But SharpEye didn't need any warning. Just as Roger's eyes moved ahead of the swiftly flying/coasting thing, moving forward along its apparent trajectory, to come across SharpEye standing upright in plain view upon the boulder, maintaining an almost nonchalant attitude, the Elf reacted.

Just as the thing reached the boulder top, feet and seconds before reaching its prey, the Elf abruptly leaped off! Just after leaving her feet by throwing herself horizontally from the top of the boulder, the Elf performed an Olympic caliber half roll that had her suddenly flying through the air upon her back. Furthermore and simultaneous with her roll, SharpEye, with a noisy metallic song, drew her sword.

Roger only had time to see a sudden, brief flash of reflected firelight upon dwarfsteel, and hear the swish of a razor-sharp blade slicing through the air, before the Elf was diving towards the ground some forty feet below!

Then Roger's ears detected an ear splitting screech of pain and instinctively he knew that the Elven blade had sliced through more than night sky.

SharpEye continued her Olympic demonstration, doing no fewer than three somersaults before contacting the ground. Immediately upon contact, she did three head-over rolls across that ground, dissipating her inertia, before popping to her feet, with a totally arrogant display of physical and emotional ease, just a meter before her grinning Commander! When she did come to a halt she was already wiping her blade clean of some dark colored gunk.

SharpEye had the most self-satisfied smile on her gorgeous face!

After a respectful, saluting glance at Lady Gem, the Elf looked back over her shoulder at the path she had just traveled. A small frown creased her triumphant face. "Missed him!" she said back to Lady Gem.

Her Commander's smile never wavered. "You drew blood! It was a good hit! You'll get a trophy next time one comes by!" Gem replied.

Victoria leaned over behind Roger. "She's looking for the cockbat's penis," she said. "Guild Elves collect penises, you know!"

Roger caught his breath. That was a 'cockbat'?

"They collect anybody's penis!" Victoria added, no doubt with a big shit-eating grin on her beautiful face.

"I heard you!" Roger hissed in reply, grinding his teeth. He didn't have to look back to know of the wide grin the Aesir held behind his head.

Then Gem cried out, "Stay alert! Here they come! On your toes!"

Suddenly Stryker was before him, naked except for her sword belt. She shoved another sword and belt into his hands. "Use it!" she barked, then was gone to the right flank of the crescent.

Then all Hell broke loose.

They came in in 'V' formation, point first. Even Roger could make out the five cockbats approaching, one in the lead, two behind him, two more flanking those. They, at first, approached in a leisurely speed. But as they entered the growing firelight they sped up.

Dramatically.

Roger barely had time to put his belt on, then quite awkwardly draw his sword before the cockbats began screeching and coming on with sudden increased speed and fury.

Abruptly the Elves squatted! All of them! The entire crescent, without orders, squatted down until the Elves were hardly half as tall as they normally were. Feeling even more exposed, being the tallest thing there, Roger suddenly squatted, too, but only when Victoria placed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him down. Down, almost on his knees, he watched, not without a bit of fascination, as the beasts furiously came on, dropping ever lower.

The fire was blazing by now, casting a great deal more light about the campsite than was normal. Roger thought the heat of the dramatically enlarged fire was the reason he was sweating so much.

But, deep down, he knew better.

Then the cockbats were upon the crescent of Elves, and Roger could see their 'penises', three foot long tubes of rigid black meat...rigid, but with a distinct curve to them so they aimed down and forward like hooks. Meaty male hooks looking for warm, wet Elf girl meat to mercilessly impale, hook and carry away to...fuck.

But as they came in, furiously fast and awesomely erect, the lead cockbat abruptly swooped upwards, just before reaching the center of the crescent, where Gem and Flare stood! Then the two behind it did likewise!

Why? Roger asked, then immediately answered himself...

The fire. Of course! The beady red eyes were for seeing...but in the dark! The Dark Lords, and the creatures that worked for them, were adapted to the perpetual overcast of the cloudy, dark lands of Jotunheim! But the enlarged fire, with increased light output, must blind them, just as they got within cock distance of the Elf crescent! That's why they pull up!

The squatting Elves, with the blazing fire behind them, must be just about invisible to the cockbats once they flew into the camp area!

Just then the last two cockbats proved his hypothesis. The one on Roger's left apparently decided to refuse to back off. On it came, coming quite close to the ground in trying to reach the squatting Elves with its impressive sex weapon. When its partner broke off and rose, it continued to come on.

And it paid for it!

The Elf immediately to Gem's left, timing the approach perfectly, suddenly jumped up. Abruptly now, standing at her full height of four feet four inches, her sword could reach its onrushing target. She didn't waste a stroke against the forefront of the beast closing with her. With admirable patience, and not a little courage, it waited until the real prize, that meter long demoncock, was in range.

Then, and only then, the flash of blade through dark air. The horrible yet exhilarating screech of pain from overhead. The beast's sudden, hasty climb out of sight. The horrible flop of writhing, thick meat sausage striking the ground.

With a prairie dog cry of pure triumph the Elf rushed forward and impaled the still writhing cock-sausage with the tip of her bloody sword. Holding the two foot length of thick meat aloft, she received the acclimation of her fellow warriors.

"That is a cockbat's cock!" Victoria needlessly informed Roger.

Roger felt happy for the Elf, but slightly sick for the cockbat.

"He'll grow another one in a week," Victoria added, reading Roger's all too male body language. "Don't feel too sorry for him! I've seen what they do to Elves they capture. It takes allot longer than a week for an Elf to recover from a cockbat rape!"

"They'll be back, and not as stupid as the first time!" Gem warned, and the cheering Elves quickly reassembled into their crescent.

She was right. Seemingly seconds later more cockbats, maybe the same ones reinforced with more, came in. This time they approached from three directions, North, Northeast and Northwest, and in staggered groups of one to three creatures. They appeared not to be eager to come as close to the ground, nor did they stay overhead long, for now the Bowelves were at work.

And they were sharp!

The first two cockbats tried to show off their aerial dexterity by swooping around over the campsite. Perhaps they thought they could slip behind an Elf and mimic Roger's assfucking technique on the fly!

All they got for their troubles was an arrow in their asses! Actually, the second one got a shaft right through its own shaft! Roger winced when he saw that!

That was the last cockbat that dallied over the camp!

But they kept coming. And it soon appeared to Roger that their numbers were increasing. But they kept to their altitude, well above sword range, and Roger found himself just standing there, staring at them.

The Elves just cursed at their cowardice, refusing to get close enough to risk their cocks. But abruptly their wishes came true as a true ground bearing threat burst out of the darkness into their camp!

"Orcs!" someone cried. Then came the metallic clang of sword metal meeting sword metal.

And there were more than a few! Roger saw the Orcs rush in from the darkness of the North end of the camp. Had to be a score of them, all armed with curved swords and stiff cocks. While their swords were as long as those of the Elves, their cocks were dwarfed by the cockbat's.

They came on, not in a great hurry to meet Elf blade, but they came on.

And Gem and her Elves, those not occupied with dealing with the swooping cockbats, were well disposed to meet them! In all five Elves stepped up to face nearly forty Orcs!

Roger, heart in his throat, saw that Flare, alongside her Gem, was with them! Remembering his martial success at his only meeting with an Orc, Roger stepped forward to help, but Victoria's grip on his arm stopped him. Then Stryker stepped up and pointed to the other end of the crescent.

"You want to help, Arcastrian?" she said, pointing with her bloody sword. "Then keep your eyes peeled to that end of the camp. Watch our flank there. They're liable to try something there, for me thinks all this," and the sweaty, gorgeously buff Elf waved her sword around the battle filled rest of the campsite, "is to distract us so they can gain our backsides! You'd do best to watch our flank over there. Agreed?"

Roger nodded. Then he gawked at Stryker's flanks, sweaty, working, full and meaty, as she returned to her place at the other end of the crescent. With a jerk he pulled his eyes off Stryker, finally.

Taking a glance at the Orcs, his worries abruptly relaxed as he saw the five Elves literally tear through the increasingly inept looking Orc lines. No sooner did he focus on where Flare was than he saw Gem neatly behead a howling, foaming Orc in mid stride. Alongside Gem he saw Flare slice off another Orc's sword arm, then run him through. The glorious grin on her face, the face he had fucked so often, as she dispatched Orc after Orc without even a scratch, awed him.

How did he get away with raping her ass that night on the trail?!

But he tore his vision again away from naked Elves hacking males to pieces, to look to where Stryker had directed him originally.

There was no obvious activity there, no Orcs, not even cockbats overhead. A single Elf was guarding that flank. But then, at first glance, he noticed nonetheless something unusual. At the edge of the crescent, opposite to Stryker's position, Roger noticed the solitary Elf acting...strange!

She was squatting, but not like the Elves had done earlier. She wasn't looking upwards, waiting for a cockbat to get low enough to attack. There were no cockbats overhead, as a matter of fact. In fact, he noticed that she had dropped her sword all together!

Roger slowly, so as to not alert any beasties trying to cause trouble around that Elf, worked his way towards her. He scanned her surroundings as best he could, hoping to detect the reason for her strange activity.

Getting to only a few meters from the increasingly noisy Elf, he recognized that she was moving in her squat: First up and down, then around and around! Just like Flare in Guinevere's bed, riding his cock!

Moving ever closer, at about three meters he fully recognized that she was, indeed, squatting like a cheerleader in the locker room after practice hunkered down upon the upright Glory of a reclining football team captain! She was fucking like the teenybopper sluts he always thought Elves looked/acted like!

But fucking who?

Or what?

Then, at two meters, he saw it. The Elf was squatting upon a cock 'growing' right out of the ground! The Elf was helplessly, mindlessly, wantonly humping a long, fat prick that appeared to be thrusting up into her from the very ground underneath!

Another step brought instant correction to his mistaken observation. Not the ground! Instead, she was squatting upon an impressively thick and long cock growing out of some kind of ground hugging planate creature that was colored to blend perfectly into the ground! It was shaped like a cockbat, only some 25% smaller, and set upside down. Its cock, from what Roger could see of it that wasn't buried in the furiously humping Elf, looked feet long and leg thick.

And the Elf looked completely enthralled with its impalement of her! She made no attempt to either stop riding it or refusing to acknowledge her blissful enjoyment of its superhuman penetration of her. Her walnut shaped eyes were glazed, her mouth open wide and slack, her tongue literally hanging out! Her nicely sized, perfectly formed (of course!) tits bounced vigorously, her jutting rock hard, flaming pink nipples dancing as she serviced the beast. Her labia, nipple pink and copiously soaked, clung hungrily to the evil shaft when she rose and compliantly parted for its pussy dilating power when she dropped. Roger could clearly see the...monstrously...sized prick in relief, thrusting and roaming around at will in her passive, cock outlining belly, moving her acquiescent guts around, pushing her normally flat belly out in bulges on one side, then the other.

Worse, the sex monster wasn't waiting for the Elf to move, to hump, to fuck herself upon that demonic dick. Rather the prick was omnipotently taking the fuck to the Elf: driving, expanding, pushing her feebly defying girl guts aside to give it more room to fill the Elf with dominating, all powerful monster cock!

In the face of such Elf dominating potency, Roger quickly concluded that this Elf was really fucked!

What to do?

Roger could see dull, little red eyes on the apparent front of the creature. Eyes fixed on the bouncing, pointed tits of its squealing victim.

Why not put his sword blade between them and see what happens?

At that very moment of decision, events changed for the worse...

Abruptly there was a new sound, coming from the battle area. Briefly it covered over the clanging of Orc and Elf sword, and it got Roger's attention.

At first the battle looked like the Elves where handing Desiree's bunch their lunch. The Cockbats were hardly there anymore, at least at the altitude they held earlier. He could see one writhing upon the outlook boulder, two shafts in it. Then he saw some others, almost in the overhead fog, trying to avoid the increasingly accurate arrows of the Bowelves.

The Orcs had nearly had it. Gem and her Elves had cut them to pieces. He saw more Orcs helping beheaded and disarmed Orcs escape into the darkness than were standing up to Gem.

Suddenly Roger realized how...unremarkable his victory over a single Orc had been. They were really not very good fighters!

Then he saw the reason for the loud warning cry. The Orcs were not running away, they were retreating...in a particular direction. They were drawing Gem and her Elves in a certain direction, the Northwest, and creating a flank that could be attacked from directly from the North...

From the pitch blackness of the Northern edge of the camp burst forth something out of Desiree's hell itself...or a Walt Disney Studio high on rape drugs. Tentacles...long, leg thick tentacles shot from out of the darkness...

Right at the Orc defeating Elves!

Roger screamed at Flare, at Gem, as did, no doubt, every other Elf there, but to no avail. The din of battle was too great.

Each tentacle ended in a glans, a cockhead, as big as Roger's own. He didn't have to be told why.

No one of Gem's group saw the attack coming. The Elf closest to the source, the Elf just to Gem's right, was the first to realize that a new assault was taking place. She had just dispatched her Orc, and was looking for another, when a tentacle flashed from behind her, zipped up between her parted thighs, and blasted a good foot of thick, muscular tentacle cock into her pussy.

The look of utter shock on the poor Elf's face shook Roger to his core. He could see the tentacle bulging out the Elf's belly, see it moving around inside her, as she stood motionless, overwhelmed by the shock of unexpected penetration.

But she was a Guild Elf, well trained to deal with the unexpected, even a foot or more of arm thick monster cock rammed into her belly without warning. Recovering, she twisted around, looking behind her, reaching with her sword for the ground hugging length of tentacle sticking out from between her legs.

But she wasn't given much time. After just a couple of futile swings at the writhing tube, the tentacle began pumping in and out of her. Powerfully and fast.

And the Elf instantly lost it. Grimacing like it was a sword blade in her guts, instead of a huge cock in her womb, she arched her back and howled. Yellowish slime began running down the insides of her thighs as the tentacle increased its pumping speed and depth.

Was it pumping something into her? Roger gawked.

While Roger couldn't hear the howl, Gem was close enough and it saved her...for the moment. With a start she turned and saw the Elf convulsing, already looking like the Elf upon the ground hugging beast next to Roger. Without hesitation Gem sliced the tentacle through just where it left the ground to rise up into the Elf's guts.

Immediately tons of yellowish gunk poured out through the wound, and the pierced Elf fell upon her face, jerking and convulsing as the feet long length of severed tentacle still within her continued to writhe and pump.

Gem yelled a warning to the others, then, keeping an eye on the other tentacles, she pulled the first out of the first Elf's stuffed pussy. With a frown of utter disgust, she looked at the severed end, then threw it aside.

Then, with the flat side of her blade, she had to slap away another tentacle that made straight for her. A second was smoothly sliced off on the back stroke. Then the first knocked her feet out from under her.

With a small cloud of dust Lady Gem landed, hard, on her well padded ass. But the harsh landing knocked her sword from her hand...

And immediately another half dozen tentacles shot out of the darkness not three meters away to join the first group in assaulting Elf sex-opening! These newcomers made straight for Gem, each gripping her ankles and wrists and lifting her off the ground.

Spreading her wide apart, in a great spread eagle, they pointed her wide open pussy towards their source. As she struggled, screeching and writhing in utter futility, the source finally appeared...

Fuckin' deja vu! Straight out of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea came something that looked like a giant squid! Only one with cockhead ended sex tentacles, at least a dozen of them! Other than the sex tentacles it looked like a squid...the same big eyes, set on opposite sides of its head, the same smooth, shiny-wet, dark colored skin, even the arrow shaped 'tail'!

It sent another tentacle between Gem's wide spread legs, at first waving it about just inches from her defenseless feminine slit as if teasing the Elf. As if it were deliberately trying to intimidate the helplessly secured and suspended in midair while spread wide Elf Commander.

Roger nearly tore into the battle himself, instinctively wanting to save the Elf, any Elf, from the fate being promised by that thing! But with his first movement forward Victoria grabbed his arm again. "I'll go! Stop them!" she said, nodding to the area behind him.

As the Aesir ran forward, Roger looked over his shoulder. There were more of those flat fuckers slowly, steadily, slithering into camp!

Things were getting out of hand!

He saw Victoria tear into the last group of Orcs still fighting, sending sword hands and heads flying, and, more importantly, freeing the other Elves in Gem's party to help their Commander.

Including Flare!

But Gem was doomed. Eyes wide and white, teeth clenched, she looked more frightened than Roger had ever seen her.

With good reason, for the teasing was over. The very next second the beast remorselessly plunged a good two feet of tentacle into Lady Gem's belly.

Boy did she howl! Head thrown back, mouth open wide, eyes equally wide open, her belly bulged massively. (Like Roger hoped it would when, not if, he got HIS chance to dish out some Loki drilling into her!) What little resistance she had been offering instantly collapsed into forced convulsions from never before experienced coerced penetration pleasure.

The tentacle immediately started plowing the Elf, jabbing in and out in foot long strokes of awesomely inhuman speed and power, it promptly turned Gem's swollen belly into quivering jello. Gem's face, jaw, eyelids quickly went slack as the obviously overwhelming fuck pleasure remorselessly surged through her. In no time at all she was fully seized by the fuck strokes, her traitorous body starting up a vigorous humping counter to and into the brutally lusty strokes, enthusiastically driving her feminine guts against the madly plunging tentacle cock.

Head tossing, face actually smiling in fucked pleasure, Gem's humping, furiously fucking body was lowered to the ground. At first contact with the dirt, the first jets of yellowish goo began spurting back out her immensely stretched out puss hole.

Then Flare was there, the wild, angry, horrified emotion of seeing her Commander, her Lady Gem, so abused, scaring her face with terrifying hatred. Her first stroke severed the tentacle holding Gem's left wrist.

But Gem was too possessed with the tentacle plowing her belly to even move the arm!

And then Roger was screaming at Flare, for as soon as the first tentacle was severed, the beast sent another six right at her!

But Flare saw them coming. She even smiled at the challenge as they closed with her with blurring speed. Just as they reached her, her sword sang.

Never had Roger seen such a display of swords-Elfship! Nothing from Hollywood had ever prepared him for Flare's inspired defense! It was a blur of flat blade slapping, blade edge severing, still blade blocking. Six tentacles against one Elf and not one even touched her. Three of the tentacles retracted, missing their cockhead ends, another hung limp, a major injury stopping its functionality as a rape machine.

Roger had to admit that she must really love him, for she could have sliced him into ribbons, literally, after any one of his familiarities with other Elves, or his own thoughtless, selfish male uses of her!

Then the tentacle holding Gem's right wrist released her and shot directly for Flare's wide open and sweaty bubble butt! It struck home perfectly, sliding between Flare's buns and right up into her pussy like a thrusting spear.

The appearance of her face, the shock and horror upon it from the realization of her own doom, when she turned around to look at the invader, broke Roger's heart. Then the seizing of her arms and legs, the wrenching apart of her arms and legs, treating her like some rag doll, a fucking rag doll, nearly sent Roger into tears. Then, just before she was unceremoniously dropped to the dusty ground upon her back to service tentacle cock, the look Roger saw on her face when the bliss, the unholy, evil, rotten, DESIREE generated fuck pleasure, seized her and her jaw dropped, her eyes rolled up, and her beautiful, perfect tit cones arched high into the air, really got to him!

Disappearing into the dust, only her two legs sticking up to betray where she was being raped, dried Roger's tears and settled his heart. When her no longer held legs suddenly stiffened into a rigid 'V' of tentacle victory, and her dainty toes curled tetanically, just as they did the first time he unloaded into her bowels when she was draped over the log in a camp far, far away, Roger got pissed.

Gripping his sword hilt, he looked at the Elf alongside him. She was convulsing in mindless bliss, yellow gunk dribbling out her widely spread and deeply stuffed pussy. Fixing his sight on those two dull red eyes, he planted his sword tip, and a good six inches of metal behind it, right between them!

A sharp squeal followed, then nothing!

Damn them! Roger cried internally. Then he left his sword stuck in the flatworm-like beasts 'head', and gripped the vigorously humping Elf by her sweaty armpits. She was as light as a feather when he lifted her off the jumping, twisting, jerking prick. The disgusting slurp her eagerly cocksucking pussy made when it, quite unwillingly, released that monstrous prick, Roger ignored.

The trouble was, in order to extract her from the beast's organ, he had to raise her face to his eye level. The fuck drunk Elf could then look directly into his hood! She saw his face! With his three day growth of beard!

"OOOOHHH!" she squealed, her sweaty, babydoll face opening into a shocked expression. Eyes abruptly wide, she gasped while hanging from her armpits, "you're a Man!" She used the 'insulting' inflection on the word 'Man'! But then she smiled drunkenly, again, and added in a Flare-like, cock drunk, little teenybopper babble, "Do you have a big cock, too? Would you fuck me with it? Please? I'll let you, if you're HUGE! I'll ask you real nice, without getting permission from Lady Gem, if you're HUGE! PLEASE?! It's been so long...and it feels sooooo goooood! PLEASE?! Babble Babble Babble..."

"Ask me later, Baby!" Roger interrupted, lowering her to the ground. "More important things to do right now!"

He pulled his sword out of the flatworm head, then stared at the thrashing cock still jutting up from the beast. He then noticed at least a half dozen more, all with a meter of cock sticking up, were slowly slithering up towards him...and then the Elves struggling behind him! Looking back at the first he hefted his sword, brought the blade horizontal, and, with one swipe, sliced off a good two feet of flatworm cock!

He winced when the poor thing screamed again. But he told himself that Victoria had assured him that it would grow back in a week, or so. It helped a little.

He hoped the damned Elf wasn't giving him another female lie to get him to do something for her!

When he looked up from the worm-like thrashing of the severed cock, she saw that the other six flatworms had stopped in their tracks. The first was already turning around and departing, minus about five pounds of meat.

He quickly looked back at the battle, figuring he had a little time to look, what with the flatworms halted, at least temporarily. What he saw didn't help his desire for hope.

Flare's legs were still up, still catatonic. Now Gem's were up and over her body, her ankles, no longer held, were alongside her elongated ears! Both Elf heads were tossing back and forth, real mindlessly like, and neither was making an effort to escape, or even express an opinion that they didn't like two feet of tentacle cock stuffing their bellies!

Not good!

Then he saw Stryker rush in and, when she neatly severed the first two tentacles sent against her, Roger's hopes abruptly rose. But then she suffered the same fate as Gem and Flare when another half dozen tentacles were organized against her.

She managed to slice off another, and block three more attacks, but eventually one got to her full, 'buns of steel', ass. The power of the attack lifted the howling Stryker a good two feet into the air. The tentacle then demonstrated its Elf defeating sex power by holding the thrashing, and then convulsing Stryker a good two feet up off the ground for a good two minutes. It was only after the Elf collapsed into orgasmic convulsions that the beast lowered the latest broken Elf to the dusty ground...

To fuck like Gem and Flare!

Roger's hopes collapsed as quickly as Stryker's resistance to two feet of tentacle in her guts!

He looked back, just to check on the flatworms, and found that they were farther away, now! Odd. Why would they retreat if the beast was winning...

Then Roger turned back to the battle with sudden hope. They were not winning! Had to be!

Sure enough, Victoria was finished with making Orc hash, the last of them had just turned to flee. And the tentacle beast, while happily raping into slavery the three leaders of the troop, had lost nearly half of its tentacles in doing so! Furthermore Roger suddenly observed arrows sticking out of the sex squid's forehead!

The Bowelves, who had been occupied keeping the cockbats away, had done their jobs. The cockbats were gone, unable to deal with the alerted and most accurate Bowelves. Furthermore, the Cockbats had apparently retreated without telling the sex squid! Now arrows, streams of them it looked to Roger, were pelting the sex squid mercilessly!

And the other Elves, the ones formerly fighting the now retreating Orcs, came rushing in, slashing and hacking tentacle cock! Abruptly, literally in seconds, the tide of battle had reversed! The three fucked Elves were freed, the tentacles violating them severed and quickly removed, the other tentacles either slapped away or also cut asunder.

In seconds the sex squid was sliding back into the darkness, able only to howl curses at the cheering Elves in its own vile tongue. It left a ground covered in over a dozen writhing severed tentacle cock ends.

Roger was ready to rush forward, to Flare, once he realized the battle had been won. But Victoria's signal to stay put, no doubt because Gem was physically next to Flare and Roger would have done himself no good by Gem by trying to get between them in their moment of Elven triumph, stopped him.

Instead, he turned around and checked on the flatworms. The last of them, he hoped, were slipping, cocks no longer erect and extended, into the darkness.

When he turned back Gem and Flare were kissing.

Most seriously and passionately.

When they finished, Stryker, of all Elves, stepped up and pointed to Roger! Every eye was suddenly upon the Arcastrian, standing alone by now as the Elf he had rescued was now being tended by her fellow troopers.

"My Lady," Stryker began, "do I understand correctly that the Arcastrian warned us of this attack?"

Gem looked wryly at Roger. Flare at first looked at her Commander with a worried expression. Then the expression softened when she saw Gem's face break out into a genuine smile. "'Tis true, Stryker! The...Arcastrian came by some intelligence just before the attack and warned us! I think we owe...her our gratitude for, I fear without her warning, things would have been much...harder on us!"

Gem parted her thighs with the word 'harder', and Roger could see the yellowish goop still clinging to the insides of Gem's, Flare's, and Stryker's thighs. For that matter, most of the Elves had the yellowish stuff on them somewhere around their bellies or tails.

"How did she come about this intelligence?" Gem added, glancing at Flare, who lowered her eyes quickly.

"My Lady," Victoria broke in from nearby. "The Arcastrian and I were...ah..." she lowered her head in embarrassment. Whether it was sincere embarrassment, Roger could not tell.

Roger saw Flare give a brief, but furious, look at the Aesir. A look akin to "You do that again with Roger and I'll personally feed you to a sex squid!"

"Something about a Fairy?" Gem went on, her grin much more evil than when the conversation began.

Victoria nodded. "I was assaulted by Moonbeam, an Agent of Desiree, who wanted to reclaim me for Desiree..."

"And why didn't you go with her when you had the chance?" Stryker broke in.

Still looking at the ground, Victoria went on, "I do not want to. Not after...meeting the Arcastrian...she convinced me that my true future lies with you, Lady! And the Arcastrian has some...influence on the Fairy, too! The Arcastrian...captured Moonbeam, and...seduced her into telling him...her about the attack."

Gem looked carefully at Roger. "I have heard that Arcastrian's have much influence upon Elves. It must extend as well as other females, apparently." She looked back at Flare, who was openly admiring Roger. "Is that what you have...heard, Flare?"

With a jump Flare looked back at her Commander. "Y...Yes, My Lady!" she meekly answered.

"Well, I think we owe the Arcastrian a debt of honor!" Gem proclaimed, smiling almost warmly at Roger. "We will proclaim our debt, and prepare a proper reward, when we get back to Alfheim!"

A high pitched, but emotionally stirring, roar rose from the collected Elves.

"But, first, we have the Impassible Mountains and, perhaps, Jotunheim ahead! We need to prepare! Tend to your horses and prepare to ride hard today! We camp at the foot of the Impassible Mountains tonight!"

Another roar, and the Elves began to move.

But, at once, Stryker stepped up to Lady Gem. "My Lady, I fear we have no trophy of this nights battle!"

Gem frowned. "None? You mean, after all this, no trophies where severed?"

Stryker shook her head sadly. "The first phallus was lost in the battle, probably reclaimed by an Orc. Then the damnable Cockbats kept too high to bring one down, and I observed no other honorable phalli severed in the attack."

"True," Gem added. "Orc cock is not honorable, and tentacles are not cocks...That is a pity. It was a great battle, we all deserve a trophy!"

"Wait!" Victoria suddenly jumped in, pointing to Roger again. "There were cockrays, over by Roger..."

"Cockrays?" Stryker jumped. Then she looked at the still staggered Elf that Roger had rescued. "Of course! HardRider here is showing the symptoms of cockbat pheromone poisoning! There must have been some! Did you get a trophy from one of them, Arcastrian?"

"How could she?" another Elf added. "Their pheromones, not to mention their precum and semen, are so powerful that no Elf can stand being near one for more than a few seconds before becoming fuck drunk!" She pointed to the Elf Roger had saved, who was still hard nippled and wet pussied, babbling about finding a huge, hard prick to squat on.

Gem looked again at Roger, and again smiled. "Oh, you can never tell about Arcastrians! Those pheromones don't have to work on them, right?"

"We all know they work on any female..." Stryker began, then suddenly fell silent.

"Well, Arcastrian, have you collected a trophy? If you have, you'll never want for a mug of ale or a warm, passionate companion the rest of your days! You'll be famous for this battle."

Roger stood there, wondering what to do. Trophy? What trophy?

Then he remembered what Victoria had told him about collecting cocks! He looked to his left and saw the sausage-like two foot length of arm thick meat on the ground where he had severed it. With his sword he stuck it, then held it aloft.

A gasp from every Elven throat greeted his display.

Even Gem looked impressed. "Very good...Arcastrian! That is a great accomplishment, resisting the pheromones of such a beast! If it had been me, I would still be squatting on that organ, begging for the rest of my days for more of it! I am impressed!"

Stryker showed a mixture of pleased accomplishment at being present at such a heroic moment, and disappointment at not having obtained one for her troop. They had suffered much not to have gotten one.

Suddenly Roger had an inspiration. Looking at Victoria, she seemed to understand what he was thinking, and nodded in agreement. With a mighty flick of his wrist he flung the meaty sausage with his sword towards Stryker. "With my compliments!" he called out, in as high pitched a voice as he could manage.

Another collective gasp rang out as the huge cock flew through the air. That is, everyone gasped except Stryker, who deftly drew her sword and skillfully caught the prick on her sword point. Then she beamed as he had never seen her before do, right at him.

Roger, feeling on a roll, went on, partly to Gem, but mostly to Stryker and her 'men', "It was you who suffered, and fought, and won this night! I was merely lucky, in the right place at the right time! You deserve the honor of this moment! I am honored, and proud, to be part of your party, to be allowed to call you comrades! Salute!"

Gem's face lit up! "Bravo, Arcastrian! Your noble generosity holds you in high, and frankly surprising, stead! I thank you for all my Elves!"

Roger, though, looked at Flare. She was beaming even brighter than Stryker, or Gem, and right at him. It was obvious that she was even more greatly surprised at his grasp of Elven lore and tradition, as well as his generosity. He was, after all, a quick learner when he needed to be!

Especially if it would get him some Elf pussy!

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