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.

13. To the Impassible Mountains or A Guild E

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Lady Gem raised her right arm while pulling in her horse's reins with her left. Her little force came to a stop behind her. "Elves, and Mage, the Plains of Karlisbad!" she called out.

They were atop a low line of hills. The last line of hills that she could see. Ahead of them, to the horizon, was only softly rolling grassland with the very occasional, very far apart tree. A soft, cool breeze created a slightly metallic series of waves in the inches tall grass.

Then Flare trotted up along side her. She just glanced at her commander, face solemn. Gem nodded to her, "Check it out!"

With a brisk nod Flare kicked her huge mount in the flanks and she tore off down the hillside.

Gem saw at how wet her asscrack was as she departed. She knew it wasn't just from riding! That same poisoned semen from last night! She didn't want to admit it to herself, but the stuff was driving her half mad with need, too! When she thought about it...the desire for something wide, long, and hard...just like that Roger's...inside her...was so obsessive...

She shouldn't think about it! It was affecting us all!

She looked back at the two behind her. That Wood Elf, tall as she was for a Wood Elf, looked sullen enough. Besides suffering from the effects of the poisoned semen, like everyone else was, she was also probably pissed that she was brought along. Probably wanted to stay with Stryker so to service Roger's big, juicy prick...

Damn! Stop thinking about pricks! Damn things are no good for Guild Elves anyway! Nothing but distraction and trouble!

But she was certain that the MAN had gotten to Victoria a couple of days ago. Got to her good!

Then she looked over at the other rider, the Human Mage Hermione. She hadn't, apparently, gotten any of the poisoned semen. But something had definitely gotten to her! She had spend the entire day with that irritating little smile on her round, sweet young schoolgirl face. It made her look like she knew something...a secret...that only she knew.

But that Gem should know!

The little...Schoolgirl was up to something!

Gem looked forward, seeing the hard riding Flare abruptly stop. Then she just sat there, head turning, nose raised.

Sensing.

Orc stink. Fairy dust in the air. Ozone from high energy black magic casts.

Trouble.

Gem was patient. Flare was one of the best sense Elves in the Guild. She had learned to trust her sensing. Even if it took awhile.

It took over a minute before Flare looked back at Lady Gem and nodded.

"Let's go, Ladies!" Gem called and, not looking back to see if the other two were following, started down to Flare.

"Nothing," Flare said as they galloped up. "Not a trace. Clean as a whistle. Maybe too clean!"

Gem looked at her. "Too clean?"

"Ask her," Flare replied, looking briefly at Hermione. "This close to the Impassible Mountains and Desiree's Fortress, I should smell some stink from her minions."

Gem turned to Hermione, on her other side. "Well? Flare has a point. She's the best in the Guild, so why no Orc smell?"

The Mage, like all the Elves, wore no underwear, neither bra nor panties. Her magically enhanced tits strained the bindings and bulged out through the open front of the Elf vest she 'borrowed' after Stryker destroyed her starched white schoolgirl blouse. She sat astride her horse like a teenager who had been raised on them but, still wearing her mid thigh length, blue schoolgirl skirt, was nonetheless quite distracting to the Elves, especially Gem. The skirt barely covered the upper part of her full and firm thighs and when the breeze flipped up the light cloth, she displayed acres of taut skin stretched over horse straddling thigh and naked buttocks spread wide by warm, furry horse back.

Lucky horse!

Hermione glanced at Flare, and her irritating little smile widened to infuriating (to Flare at least) dimensions. "I do not know why Flare would think I have any special knowledge of Desiree's actions, but, if you insist I make a guess, I suppose she has left her fortress, with her Orcs, or whatever. I would think it would be for the same reason that we have made this dreary diversion, because Queen Thora has marched on Jotunheim."

Gem nodded. Made sense. At least as much as anything did on this mission.

"Very well, lets go. We still need to cross about half of the plain before we get to this Ms. Hobson."

Carolyn Hobson sat, lotus position, before the entrance to her tent, watching intently the approach of the, now tiny, figures in the distance. They were riding hard, closing fast, it would not take those Guild Elves long to get here...

The tent behind her was both expansive, and needlessly extravagant, for just one woman. Even if she was an important Mage, an Arabian prince would have been hard put to justify the dimensions and outfitting of this cloth palace. From a central room the size of a typical Army tent for sixteen, four even longer rooms extended, aligned with the four compass points. All were cloth floored, completely isolated from the grassy ground beneath. Further, that immaculately clean floor was studded with enough pillows and carpets to rival Rita's silken lesbian prison!

The tent complex, as well as the Mage, had been majicported, in situ, right in the middle of this grass covered plain.

With this self assembled tent complex she had enough room for Queen Thora's entire court!

But Queen Thora had insisted that the tent, completely worthless to her with her Army on the war-march, be teleported with the Mage to the middle of the plain.

That is, the Queen insisted only after her daughter, Rita, had insisted to the Queen!

Ah, Rita!, the Mage sighed. Carolyn's thoughts abruptly turned to Thora's...delightful child. As she had feared so greatly not two full days before, in fact what she had feared about Guild Elves and their sexual power and tendencies, just the mere thought of Margarita could now effortlessly distract her from concentrating on her long considered plans. After two of the most torrid, sexual preference transforming nights in her memory, not to mention a day between spent mentally and physically entwined in the Elf's super-olympic pool, alone with a lesbian Elf that could fluently turn aggressive and self-contained Hollywood starlets into wide eyed, squealing lesbian bed puppies at will, it was remarkable that she could now think of anything else.

The Mage smiled dreamily, even though her ever calculating mind was screaming out warnings to her. The young Elf's lesbianism, unrestrained and seemingly unstoppable, certainly had the potential to completely disrupt the Mage's long planned and meticulously carried out plans!

But she had learned long ago that unforeseen events did not have to work against her plans, but perhaps even contribute to them. If her thinking maintained flexibility. And, for two long, wetly luscious nights the energetic, sexually frantic Elf Princess had shown the Mage every bit of her love making skills, learned over thousands of years of intimate shared beds and shared young woman desires! Knowledge that was...usable in this land of nothing but magic exercising females!

So, perhaps her recent adventure into lesbian intercourse may not be such a threat to her plans after all! There had been no real disruption, as yet. Thora was marching to deal with the latest Dark Lord incursion. With any luck she'll be defeated by whatever that Bitch Desiree has concocted with her stolen gene therapy, and that will save Carolyn the trouble of 'eliminating' Thora herself.

Now Roger might be disappointed if that happened...once and if he finds out that Carolyn already had plans for him to 'eliminate' the Queen for her with his enhanced 'Loki' cock!

But either way Thora was to be 'gotten out of the way'!

The Mage took a self-congratulatory moment to smug. Making use of Roger had been brilliant! She had never thought he could have survived this long, being a typically not too bright male, but he had apparently made some...impressions on a number of Guild Elves already, from what she had been able to gather. He had even attracted the attention of that Bitch, Desiree!

Of course, it was her special mimic of Loki's Cock that was doing the impressing!

It was the heart of her plans on taking over the Queen Thora's Alfheim.

It had taken her close to twenty years, ever since she met Victor and he had introduced her to womanhood and the existence of Lokin, to learn the White Magic and collect the energy. Since he, as a man, could not survive in Alfheim, at the least he needed a close and trusted female partner to do the actual physical visiting. And this partner must, of course, be immune to the ploys of lesbianism in order to carry out her-his plans!

He had been a student of magic and Lokin for decades before he met the fifteen year old Carolyn. She had seemingly been born with an interest in the occult. It had been a natural match.

They loved each other dearly, both physically and psychically.

He was probably the foremost expert on the Brisingamen, at least on Earth. She absorbed all he could, or would, tell her about it and used that knowledge in 'designing' Roger's cock.

Her scheme had started with the intent of making Victor's most dear wish come true: To be the next Loki and rule Alfheim!

And she was convinced that they would have succeeded, once she mastered the transformation spells and the psychic energy necessary to power the transformation of Victor's not inadequate organ (in Human terms) to that of the Elf dominating Loki's. And, of course, they needed to obtain the Brisingamen to compensate for the birth control spells inherently built into Loki's testicles so Victor could impregnate Margarita.

And Victor already had the Amulet of Frigg, the guide to the Brisingamen.

But their first, and only together, attempt at gaining the Brisingamen ended in disaster, and changed Carolyn's life forever.

And it was that Bitch Desiree...

It was the beginning of her senior year in high school, and they were planning to marry just as soon as she graduated, so it was alright if she spent the night with Victor. She spent many nights with Victor, ever since she discovered that some of the magic she had been mastering actually negated the need for sleep. She had also acquired some limited ability to teleport from her bedroom to the ground outside her home, so her parents never realized she had been with Victor.

Victor was a good thirty years her senior, a very learned and gentle man who had been so fatherly in his relationship with her that she had to be the one to bring up his deflowering of her. When she slipped out to be with him nearly every night, sex was definitely secondary on the agenda, in his case at least.

It was her seemingly endless study of, and practice in, White magic, and the preparations for obtaining the all important Brisingamen, that occupied their nights together.

Then, Victor said they were ready.

But his advancing age, and the promise of immortality in Alfheim (For anyone who could survive there!), had made him impatient and rash. For years afterward she would review the mistakes they had made, and torment herself over her inadequacies as a Mage.

A teenaged Human Mage against a mature Wood Elf Mage with thousands of years of experience with the Dark Lords' Black Magic AND equipped with Loki's Cock!

She was damned lucky she got away!

Their first critical error was in teleporting right into the Impassible Mountains. Desiree apparently detected the residual energy given off by their materialization. It gave away their position precisely and immediately.

Desiree had worked at obtaining a peerage from the local Dark Lord literally since she had achieved Mage status some thousand years before. She had been doing their little 'dirty jobs' for that entire time, slowly gaining their trust, and their unique rewards, and steadily training herself in their potent Black form of magic.

She had obtained Loki's Cock during that period, from purely her own efforts, and kept it secret to all but her victims out of fear of stirring the Dark Lord's hostile anxiety.

She was responsible for keeping the Northwestern edge of the Impassible Mountains under the influence of Dark Lord Chaos and maintaining stability with the Drow who lived within. She was also responsible for dealing with any Guild (Light) Elves who came too close.

The energy they released upon materialization was too great a signal...a signal that someone, perhaps Guild Elves, were trespassing, to ignore.

She caught them while they were still some distance from the ruins where Victor said it was hidden, traversing a rock strewn mountainside. Carolyn was just a few feet behind Victor, who was carefully studying the Amulet of Frigg the entire way up the mountainside.

Which meant there was no one looking out for any trouble.

They would pay for that carelessness.

Her first, and thus-far only, meeting with Desiree was seared into Carolyn's mind: She was just cresting the top of a half buried rock with Victor temporarily out of sight around an even bigger rock directly ahead when Desiree abruptly teleported atop the rock right next to her. One instant she was alone, bent over trying to stand upright atop the rock, and the next instant a momentary but stiff breeze alerted her to the fact that she was no longer alone atop the rock!

The first Elf she had ever physically met was tall for her kind, as tall as Carolyn, which suggested from her studies that the stranger was a Wood Elf, the tallest species. Of course, she was beautiful, with pale, smooth, milky skin; long, sensuous ears; asscrack long, straight and coal black hair; and, since she was topless, a pair of perfectly conical tits suitable for murderous envy in any high school girl cheerleader type.

"And who are you, my Pretty?" the Elf husked in a perfect imitation of a lecherous, lesbian witch.

Carolyn gawked at the shocking, and impressive, figure before her, then opened her mouth quickly to yell, "Victor!", when Desiree's right hand pushed her right between her own teenaged full, jutting tits. She went sprawling off the rock, landing not gently upon the ground and tumbling backwards a good six feet. Only another unyielding rock prevented her from going over the ledge.

She still could have, maybe should have, broken her neck with the fall!

When she opened her eyes, her back against the rock, she saw the Elf atop the next rock, the seven foot high rock, in the process of leaping over it!

Then she remembered: That was the rock that Victor was behind!

She jumped up and starting running, as best she could for the path was steep, when she abruptly saw a shiny disc of metal fly over that tall rock, down the mountain. It landed with a small cloud of dust some three feet in front of her. Then she heard Victor, for the last time...

"Flee, Carolyn! Run! Don't let her get it...AAAAAAAAH!"

That scream haunted Carolyn to this very day. It sounded like Victor, yet it didn't. Kinda high pitched at the end. Like an Elf's cry...

The teenaged Carolyn scooped up the Amulet of Frigg without looking at it, already knowing what it was. But she didn't flee. Instead, tucking the disc into her pants, she started scrambling up to Victor.

But she only got two strides before she was falling to her knees, clutching the sides of her head, trying not to scream.

It hit her like a physical wave, only it was obviously not. She even saw a glow flaring from behind the big rock as psychic energy of a type she had never experienced exploded in her mind. It was vicious, mind numbing, yet...arousing. Very arousing. Never had she felt, even imagined, such dark, sexy, evil psychic energy! Not only did it feel...evil, but its force was staggering. There was no way a Human teenaged Mage could have resisted such absolutely evil power!

She was instantly hot. Her face flushed crimson, nipples erecting in an instant, a big wet patch forming in her pants like she had lost control of her bladder. Only she knew it wasn't urine soaking her crotch. Her breath roared out of control into a wild, gasping pant as she felt wicked waves of lust, submissive girl need for penetration, crush down upon her.

For a long, desperate moment all she could think, imagine, FEEL was the need, craving, hunger to be violently, mercilessly, dominately fucked into the ground by an inhumanly long and hard cock!

While the bolt had lasted only a mere fraction of a second, and the resulting arousal just a handful of seconds to completely possess her, it took the girl a good minute to calm her panting and straighten her thinking enough to permit her to rise back to her feet. Then, dreading every wet, hot, squishy step, she began to again climb the path.

Only this time she walked.

She peered around the seven foot high rock, unable to climb it in her shaken condition. What she saw changed her forever.

The Elf, soon to be known as Desiree, was standing in the middle of a rock strewn path, her hands together before her jutting tits as if in prayer, her eyes closed, a little smile on her lips. Victor was not there...

Well, there was someone there, leaning its back upon a rock some three feet before Desiree. Only it wasn't Victor...

It wasn't!

It couldn't be!

It was nearly as tall as Victor, a little taller than Desiree. And there were some facial similarities with Victor, such as the shape of nose and chin, and similar hair color.

But the figure before Desiree was definitely, dramatically female! A figure of a female Elf!

Broad, full tits nearly as big as Carolyn's and just as teenage cone shaped perfect, jutted from 'her' chest. Long brown hair that nearly covered the top of her ass. Slightly darker skin, smooth and taut, which certainly looked like a female's in the absence of any hair. Even over the jutting sex mound.

And, of course, the wet and fiery pink pussy very observable between long, firm and widely spread thighs!

But it was not Victor!

With a quiet sob Carolyn told herself, "Victor must be dead!"

Then Desiree opened her eyes and leered at the naked Elf before her. She took her time, looking the quivering female up and down with a practiced eye.

"Perfect!" she growled...almost like a man would. "I didn't believe it would turn out so perfectly!"

The Elf stood up from off the rock, eyes fixing, in turn, upon the glowing red eyes of the Elf Mage. "What has happened? Where am I?"

"Do you remember anything?" Desiree asked, reaching for the waist clasp of her ankle length skirt.

The Elf shook her head. "Something...Brisingamen...its...its fading..."

"The residual memory effects will dissipate soon! And if it was the Brisingamen you were after, you were on a fool's mission! It doesn't exist! Typical Male ego! Looking for that myth! Well, at least now you can serve me without every Bitch Guild Elf slicing your head off at first sight!"

"Serve you? Who am I?" the Elf replied.

"My servant!" Desiree answered, opening her skirt and letting it drop.

Carolyn's eyes widened alarmingly at the...awful length of...penis that flipped up from the Elf Mage's loins! Victor has...had an impressive (from her very limited experience) sized organ, but this one had to be at least twice as long and equally thicker! She couldn't imagine accepting such a...cock! It would tear her apart!

The Elf looked down at the fifteen inch cock, and the melon sized brace of balls hanging beneath and her eyes suddenly glowed. Then the sweetest, most enthusiastic and hungry expression crossed her face as she literally cooed! "OOOOO!"

Stepping up to the cooing Elf, Desiree pushed her back against the rock. "Let me show you how you can serve me!" She smirked, seizing the Elf behind her knees and lifting until those knees were even and aside the Elf's rock hard nipples. The Elf gripped the rock with her own hands to keep her steady as the cock, as if with a mind of its own, slipped into the gap between the Elf's suddenly soaked and floppy labia.

Carolyn abruptly bolted, running wildly back down the mountainside as if she didn't want to see, or hear, what would happen next.

She couldn't escape the hysterical screech that followed her.

Desiree, nose to nose with the sweating, panting, stuffed Elf she was pinning to the rock, smirked again. "I think I will call you...your name had been 'Victor', if I remember from the little girl behind you...so I will call you Victoria. Now, your first lesson as my apprentice..."

Then the Mage began pumping.

And Victoria began howling.

Roger was the center'piece' of Carolyn's long planned overthrow of Queen Thora. Unlike Desiree, Carolyn had neither the ability, or the desire, to obtain a holy cock. And she couldn't give herself a magically enhanced mimic, like she did Roger, for you needed someone with a Y chromosome.

At least that's what Victor told her long ago.

But even with all the equipment (And Roger had ALL the equipment that Loki had possessed, and then some, she had made certain!) and a Y chromosome, Roger still needed the Brisingamen to impregnate the Virgin Princess. And while he had the amulet of Frigg, to show him exactly where in the Temple of the Brisingamen it was hidden, she hadn't told him where the Temple was. Such knowledge had cost her Victor his...life. She would not give it up easily.

But Roger needed the location in the Impassible Mountains if he was to get the Brisingamen, and be able to fulfill her oath to gain her the Throne of Alfheim.

And Carolyn wanted Roger to knock that little fuck puppy up so high that she'll give out quintuplets! So she would give the directions to the Temple to him here, where it was close enough that the Bitch Desiree's monsters couldn't stop him gaining the Impassible Mountains

Then, with the Brisingamen, he would go his happy way impregnating Virgin Princess to his full content. He could also procreate that fist fucking bitch Flare, once he'd done his duty to Margarita! Hell, she'll reward him proper, once Thora is put in her place! She'll make him the stud of Lokin! The Bull of the Guild!

We'll have little Elves up to our tailbones by the time he's done with the Guild!

Then she shook her head. She knew that there would be no such thing for Roger. She couldn't let him take the throne, once he fucked and impregnated Thora and Margarita! His reward would be a room full of furious, man-hating, armed to the teeth Guild Elves out for revenge for his betrayal of their Queen!

That is, that will be his fate after Carolyn reversed the mimic producing spell!

She should feel sorry for Roger. He didn't ask for such a fate.

But Carolyn was sure that he didn't mind fucking all those Elves he'd been mounting! So it would only be fair, right?

Somehow, though, she didn't think he'd feel that way when his luscious fuck toys were hacking him to pieces!

Well, its his fault. He let his wife get involved with Desiree, didn't he? He let his simple-minded voyeuristic male lust overrule what little intelligence males have, didn't he? Serves him right to be...used in her plans!

What were men for, anyway?

Then her thoughts were interrupted by hoofbeats. She looked up to see four riders almost on top of her. And none were as tall as Roger...

Four?

She requested only Lady Gem, Hermione...and Roger.

The four roared up and halted in a cloud of dust. Two in the front of the little group dismounted from their relatively huge mounts with an agility that betrayed their Guild Elf identities, even before she could make out their faces. The back two dismounted much more laboriously and clumsily. But neither as ungainly as Roger would have.

In any case, they were not Guild, for certain.

She rose and stepped forward through the little dust storm created by their arrival. "Welcome!" she called out, offering her hand. "I am the Mage Hobson, please call me Carolyn!"

The first Elf stepped up to her with the body language of someone used to command. While nearly a foot shorter than Carolyn, her lushly formed body broadcast strength, agility, and reflexes that obviously and greatly transcended the Mage's own magically enhanced physical abilities. Carolyn instantly recognized the characteristics of a field savvy Guild Elf.

"I am Gem, Commanding." She merely nodded to Carolyn. "I have brought the Mage Hermione, as instructed by Queen Thora." It was obvious that she wasn't thrilled by the detour here.

"Rog...er...the Arcastrian is not with you?" Carolyn asked, worried.

"I...we...know the true identity of Sir...er...Roger, Mage. My orders did not explicitly include him, and I thought it best that he remain in camp..."

They already knew of him? Roger certainly has been busy! But Thora didn't order him along? Hmmm! Does she suspect?

"I did bring the translator, the Human Mage Hermione."

Both turned to behind Gem to see the schoolgirl-Mage step demurely towards them, not stopping until she stood barely a foot before the staring Carolyn. The girl swiped a strand of brown hair off her forehead, an unnecessary act for it wasn't in her eyes, and Carolyn briefly thought she saw sparkling dust hovering in the air between them.

Then the flashing dust, her concerns about Roger's absence, the worry about Gem's hostility to being here, all vanished.

With a totally unexpected rush of emotion, Carolyn instantly was taken in by the girl. One glance down at the seriously, almost cheerleader short skirt and wide open, blatantly breast displaying vest of the abruptly sultry young Human hit every one of her recently acquired lesbian buttons. The Girl's scarcely hidden body seemed to extrude sex to the quickly enthralled Mage: Raw, wet, torrid, dark lesbian 'wrestling for top position in a disheveled bed in a darkened girl's bedroom in the middle of the night' sex.

Hermione just looked at the suddenly sweating Carolyn...and smiled.

Carolyn desperately fought down the sudden need to pant, her eyes dropping to leer at the half exposed cones of clearly magically enhanced, perfectly conical teen boobs...

What was that smell? That vaguely familiar, cinnamon spicy smell?

Gem went on, "I have two escorts with me. This is my...co-commander, Flare."

The mere mention of the name 'Flare' tore the Mage's tit locked gaze from upon the sensually smiling Hermione's nursing wonders. Looking abruptly at the slowly approaching Elf, Carolyn did gasp when she recognized Flare.

Flare grinned widely when she recognized Carolyn. Her grin was not gentle nor necessarily friendly.

"Uh, welcome...uh, F...Flare," Carolyn started, stuttering in trying to keep the rising terror in her out of her voice.

Flare smoothly interrupted the stammering Human, "We have already...met, My Lady! Don't you remember?" Her grin melted into a mere smirk.

"Oh?" Gem replied, partly in the manner of an official, partly in near envy at Carolyn's flushed reaction to seeing Flare. 'Met?' Where? When? In what manner?!

"Y...Yes!" Carolyn jumped in, trying to salvage her position as a disinterested outsider. "We met, uh, on the road to..."

"Elfthring!" Flare forcefully came back while physically stepping forward. She strode right up to the visibly uncomfortable Human. "Perhaps we could...meet again?" Flare said conspiratorially in almost a husk. "Tonight? I'm willing...If you can manage it!"

Now Gem's envy was forefront, and was turning into outright jealousy. First that Roger, now this Mage with Flare! "We are on a mission, Flare! That comes first!"

"Of course!" Flare replied, not dropping her triumphant, arrogant eye contact with the near terrorized, quite mesmerized Ms Hobson. "The mission always comes first, My Commander!" She didn't need to voice the second sentence to Carolyn: You and I come second!

"Flare!" Gem almost barked and, not without some reluctance, Flare broke eye contact with the now thoroughly intimidated, and not a little aroused, Human. As Flare stepped back past Gem, the Elf looked up at her Commander and whispered a quick apology, "Sorry! Private Pussy Feud!"

Gem, eyes widening while looking back at Carolyn, nodded slowly. What did she have to do to get into a Pussy Feud with Flare?! Did the Human know what she was doing...in for? Did she know how many females, Humans and Elves alike, had fallen before Flare's fist for lesser offenses than a Pussy Feud?

Then Gem studied Carolyn's body language. Carolyn's squirming, shuddering thighs and belly, even through her Elfish clothing, was like an open book. Maybe the Human had already faced Flare's fist, and liked losing to it?! She had known Humans who had started Pussy Feuds with Guild Elves just so as to lose and face the awful consequences of the Elven Fist of Revenge!

Gem decided to let the Human fend for herself. For her part she planned on spending the night perched upon Flare's face, so she didn't think the Mage had much to worry over! Then she saw the Wood Elf step up. "Ah, Mage Hobson, here is the other escort of our party. Her name is Victoria, a Wood Elf..."

She abruptly stopped her introduction when she saw the Mage's expression upon seeing Victoria. It was as if she had seen the Wood Elf before...like she was seeing a long lost lover again!

Carolyn couldn't believe what she was seeing! Victor...NO!...Victoria! She was rooted on the spot, catatonic with shock, staring wide eyed as the Wood Elf stepped up to her.

Mindlessly the Mage offered her hand. The Wood Elf's touch was electric.

"So happy to meet you, Carolyn." The Wood Elf's voice was not as high pitched as typical of her kind, but was soft, sweet, delicious! It seemed to sweep Carolyn up into it, arousing her even more than Flare, or Hermione for that matter, had done.

And what was that smell? She had smelt it before...

But the excitement, the arousal, the raw, out of control emotion of the moment, couldn't be denied or ignored. The Mage just stood there, shaking hands and staring in barely concealed shock at the smiling, friendly face of Victoria. All that she had seen, so long ago, came crushing back upon her.

"Haven't we met somewhere, Carolyn?" Victoria said sincerely, her eyes drifting over Carolyn's features, hovering at her jutting, bra-less tits, her hard nipples now poking through her Elf vest. Then the eyes fixed on her flaring hips, her camel toe outlined in her clinging, stretched Elven tights.

Just as Victor used to do when she was a more innocent, sex starved schoolgirl.

Victoria's view abruptly rose back to Carolyn's wide, saucer shaped eyes. "Forgive me, but I seem to remember...something...somewhere..."

"No!" Carolyn nearly screamed, shaking her head frantically a couple times. Then she quickly regained control. "Ah, I don't think so...Victor...ia!...Victoria! B...But I am happy to make your acquaintance!"

Releasing her hand, the Wood Elf bowed. "I would be pleased to talk with you later, if you wish! I wish no insult, but there are things about you...familiar things...that I suddenly would like to explore...deeply!"

"Of course," Carolyn whispered, wet and wide eyes lost in...Victoria's big, almond shaped, brown Elf eyes. She looked so...beautiful!

"Certainly," Gem interrupted while stepping up herself, physically separating the two near lovers. She knew that Wood Elves had...strange effects upon some Mages. It was beginning to look like she would be fucking the Human before sundown! "We can all get better...acquainted tonight! But first..."

With a start, Carolyn smiled sheepishly and nodded to Lady Gem. "Of course! How impolite of me! Come, into the tent. There are refreshments inside. Let us rest. Then I can cover, with Hermione, and the rest of you if that is your wish, what it is I have to give you that justifies such a detour in your mission."

Dinner was finished, Gem had just stepped out, and Carolyn was fluffing the pillows that she intended for her bed. In the other room Flare and Victoria were doing the same.

When Hermione walked into Carolyn's room and plopped herself down, lotus position-like, upon a big pillow right before the bent over Mage's face, she was initially ignored.

The girl Mage was only a couple of feet in-front of Carolyn as she continued to arrange pillows. She waited patiently, watching the Mage's nicely sized tits sway side to side as she arranged and then rearranged pillows.

The Mage's nipples were rock hard, betraying her horniness, Hermione told herself in self-satisfying confidence. Her nipples should be hard and, furthermore, her twat should be soaked by now! After all, Hermione had been slipping Fairy Dust to her since they had first met!

Just as Moonbeam had ordered her to do, providing her with Fairy Dust during the assault on the Elf camp last night! A very special Fairy Dust! Fairy Dust from Desiree!

From a VERY SPECIAL Fairy!

Gem had been correct, that morning after the attack upon the camp, when the Elves had seen her staggering back through the bushes that separated the stream from the camp: She had ran there, initially in all innocence, to hide from Desiree's beasts after Roger had given his Guild Elf twat saving alarm. That is, that was her initial motivation.

It was Stryker who had started her towards the stream. The very first thing she did once Gem had ordered alert was to shove the Elf's schoolgirl 'pet' towards the brush. "Hide!" she had barked as Hermione staggered away from the buff Elf's powerful shove. "Hide until it is over! I don't want you all stretched out by a cockbat!"

With the first cry from the darkness her stagger became a run. The run quickly degraded into blind, naked panic. Suddenly there was no bush tall enough, deep enough, or dense enough to give her the protection she craved...

Frantically she burst through the brush to the other, stream side, her vest pulled open, her Elf quality tits jiggling wildly as she continued her staggering flight.

But the building cries from the camp didn't follow her...

Ahead, some twenty feet, no more, she could make out the gurgling brook, its waters free-flowing quicksilver in the darkness, its liquid sounds suddenly and strangely calming...soothing...beautiful...

Something tripped her. She prayed it wasn't something horribly ugly equipped with a foot long, wart covered phallus...

But she quickly realized that she had no choice in this matter, no time to effectively resist gravity as she toppled head first towards the stream. With an 'OOF!' she landed upon her impressive chest and face, less than her height distant from the edge of the stream.

Tall, luxurious, moist grass cushioned her landing.

She laid there, eyes closed, face buried in the grass, hands clutching fistfuls of green, awaiting the horny, wide, tapered, feet long pole that had to be aimed between her spread thighs, preparing mercilessly to sink remorselessly into her teenaged loins.

To claim her soul...

But it was so quiet. Soft. Sweet. Beautiful!

And it remained so, for a long minute of girlish fear...no hot, heavy body upon her back...no monstrously thick and irresistibly hard shaft forcing apart her thighs, labia, body...no disgusting smelling breath in her ear...no evil Orc saliva drooling down her neck...

Nothing like that at all!

Hermione began to calm her overspeed pant.

Things were starting to feel...really calm...pleasant...beautiful!

She opened her eyes and spent a moment admiring the glittering snowflakes drifting around before her abruptly enraptured face...

Then she heard the quiet buzz, coming from behind her! It sounded almost like...

A hovering hummingbird! A beautiful, little, wings-in-a-blur, hummingbird.

Then she shivered as cool breezes flowed over her completely exposed double domes of her teenage perfect ass. Then the breeze, as if directed, slipped into and down her wet, deep, dark, freshly exposed teen asscrack!

Completely vulnerable asscrack! Her skirt must have flipped up when she fell. Without looking back, she quickly reached back to cover her nether cheeks.

"Oh, don't! Please!" came the sweetest, highest pitched voice from directly behind her bulging buns! With a wide eyed start, Hermione looked over her left shoulder.

There was a doll, a veritable Barbie doll, hovering over her naked buttocks on blurry, gossamer wings. A beautiful, naked, hovering Fairy...Moonbeam!

"No!" reacting at first on memories of the Fairy, and what she had done to her, the Mage tried to scream, but it only came out of her suddenly lust constricted throat in a most unsophisticated, ungentlewomanly and most guttural grunt. Hermione gawked at the visage. Her heart was pounding so! The floating doll, which Hermione remembered as so evil as to be allied with Desiree, now looked so...beautiful...desirable...lovable!

"Hello, Hermione! We meet again!" Moonbeam smirked, her voice ringing in the schoolgirl's ears like the peeling of chimes. Then Moonbeam's hand flashed out and another shower of glittering snow hit the Mage's youthful face. With her gasp, Hermione inhaled and a large amount of the 'snow' went right up her nose.

Her heartbeat jumped dramatically, the pounding dominating her heaving, stacked chest. She tried to roll over and rise, she intended to run away, but now every physical action she attempted seemed to occur so very slowly...

Her eyes were now fixed on the bald slit between the Fairy's thighs. As she panted, she couldn't help but wonder whether that pussy tasted like Elf twat...

She got halfway through her slow motion roll before Moonbeam eyed the schoolgirl's little stiff button just peaking through her wet, floppy inner labia. "OOOOO! There's my little friend!" The Fairy squealed in ear ringing tones, then dropped between Hermione's still spread thighs.

"No!" the girl whined as the Fairy pressed her hot, smooth, velvety body directly against the Mage's soppy snatch. That felt so...too good!

"Miss me, Hermione?" Moonbeam grinned, pulling apart the Mage's labia with her perfectly sized for girl puss handling and awesomely strong hands. The girl's love button seemed to leap out of its foreskin sheath at the grinning Fairy's face.

"No!" the whine continued. Her thighs, flexed in holding Hermione's lush buns off the wet grass, began to shake, either in exhaustion or in relentlessly building lust, she couldn't tell anymore. Eyes wide and white and fixed on Moonbeam's gorgeous face, Hermione whine faded into a naked plea for mercy, "Please? What do you want of me?"

Moonbeam glanced down at the schoolgirl clit sticking up before her and, with totally evil intent, chuckled, then gripped the clit in one hand. Idly she began jacking the little phallus, moving her hand smoothly up and down, then down and up, repeatedly while closing her hand upon the top of Hermione's love button at the top of each upstroke. As she stroked, she looked her suddenly devilishly intent eyes upon Hermione's. "What 'I' want? Well, I...no, to be completely honest, Desiree want's you back!"

With a pitiful moan and an undisguised wince, Hermione dropped her hanging asscheeks, hard, to the soft grass. Then her hips began to writhe as the wicked pleasure of Moonbeam's clit-jack threatened to seize and domineer her pleasure weakened will.

The Fairy could see the sex-weakness spreading through the schoolgirl. Her smirk broadened. "She has a mission for you! You should be honored to be assigned such a mission! And she expects you to be most successful at it! She promises you will...enjoy the fruits of obeying her!" Then the Fairy's hand sped up.

Angry eyes fixed on her jacked off clit, chewing on her lower lip, with sweat streaming down the Mage's forehead and off the point of her nose, she still bravely managed to form a response, "You can...Oh, by Loki...don't...do...Damn it, you can tell...Oh! Don't do that!...tell t...t...that b...b...b...b...bitch that...gasp!...I...won't..."

"Oh yes you will!" Moonbeam interrupted. Then she bared her double rows of fangs. "In about a minute you will beg me to serve Desiree...and ME!" Then her head descended.

"Oh please no!" Hermione managed to gasp out as she, wild and wide eyed, watched Moonbeam close with her throbbing little clit. "PLEASE!" the helpless schoolgirl Mage cried as the Fairy closed her mouth over her stiff, flaming pink, sex button.

"AAAAAH! Fuck! OOOOO!" Hermione mindlessly cried as Moonbeam injected her sex-venom into Hermione's most sensitive spot. The Mage threw her head back as the first sensations, burning, torrid, evilly luscious, surged up through her blood from her orally seized button. She had never thought anything could feel so painfully, wondrously, deliciously evil and good at the same time!

As the Fairy ruthlessly gnawed and nursed on the fang gripped clit, Hermione's head dropped to the ground and her knees parted wide and bent way back till they were even with her swollen firm tits now capped with furiously stiff, inch long nipples. Tossing her head back and forth, she suffered deliciously under the assault.

After untold minutes of intoxication from clitorially injected Drow sex poisons and awesome suction from Moonbeam's purpose-designed mouth, with a syrupy yet sharp pop, the Fairy pulled off the now doubled sized, inch long schoolgirl clit. Immediately Hermione frantically looked down over her jutting tits and sweaty, heaving girl belly at the again depravedly smirking Moonbeam.

Nonchalantly pumping the schoolgirl's clit again, Moonbeam asked in that crystal clear and sharp voice of a Fairy, "Had enough, Girl? Need release, Mage? You know what will get you what you want...no, need from me! You ready to beg now, Human?"

Instantly nodding wildly, tossing sweat ever which way, Hermione didn't hesitate. With a desperate, strained mask of life threatening sexual hunger and humiliating submission, the schoolgirl yelped back, "Yes! PLEASE don't stop! Don't stop sucking! PLEASE! Anything you want! Just don't stop what you're doing! What do you want me to do? Just fuck me!"

If anything, Moonbeam's grin broadened even further. "This is what I...I mean Desiree...demands of you!"

Then the Fairy bent over again, mouth wide open, fangs glistening.

And Hermione began squealing and thrashing anew...and wondrously.

Hermione spread the knees of her crossed legs further apart, forcing her already obscenely short skirt even higher up her thighs. Now her crimson pussy, glistening wet and already parted in eager anticipation of some hot action...with Carolyn...was as exposed and presented to the Mage before her as a girl could make herself while still dressed.

And the movement instantly caught the newly lesbianized Mage's sight. Carolyn came to an instant halt, still bent over at the waist. Her sudden hiss was readily noticeable by anyone in the tent room as her eyes widened in response to the torrid presentation of the schoolgirl.

With her fingertips Hermione subtly drew the top of her skirt completely up to her belly, eliminating any shadow from the lamps, giving her suddenly mesmerized victim an uninhibited view of her feminine nether charms...

Just to insure that the Human was properly entranced, once she was certain the woman's attention was fixed upon schoolgirl-fresh pussy, Hermione flicked her left hand and sent another dose of sparkling Fairy Dust into Carolyn's unmoving hair and gawking face. Then the evil Mage closed her eyes and mumbled a quick spell-prayer.

When she heard Carolyn give out with a shuddering gasp, she opened them again.

Ms. Hobson was panting up a storm, still bent over, continuing to stare, unblinking, at the luscious display of the schoolgirl Mage. She was gnawing on her lower lip so intently Hermione hoped she wouldn't draw blood.

Yet.

And her display was an eyeful! Her buttocks were slightly compressed into matching, mirror image horizontal loaves of girl meat, yet they still retained the firm, rotund smoothness that befitted well exercised teenaged ass. Wondrously round and unblemished, each bun bulged forward slightly and then pressed together, smothering her deep ass-cleft into a tight, but dark and long slit that, straight as an arrow, slipped under her pillow seated tail. Above was nothing but heaven to anyone interested in femininity. Totally hairless, her flesh smooth and only lightly tanned, her sex mound rose majestically above her flat belly. Below, her tight, deep pink labia were parted and extended about a half inch past past the surrounding skin. They shone with copious girl dew. A stiff, stubby clit, still permanently inflamed and erected by Fairy/Drow sex-venom, thus appearing vividly red and dripping wet, jutted rigidly out from between the tops of the inner labia. Between those labia, mysteriously set further into her body below her skin level, could be seen the ever more dark red of her pussy floor and the oval opening to her fuck tube and, ultimately, her womb.

At that moment, nearly overwhelmed by mysterious forces of hypnotic lust that demanded immediate and extreme sexual servitude and obedience, Carolyn wanted to to do anything that would permit her to crawl between those full, firm, wide spread thighs and feast on that girl's cunt! She was so wet!

Carolyn was so wet!

"I was just wondering, Carolyn," Hermione husked, long, slow and dripping with flowing molten woman-lust. "You told me where and how I can get the Brisingamen, but you never said why?"

Eyes fixed on schoolgirl pussy, Carolyn mumbled, "For Roger..."

"I know that!" the girl Mage replied, somewhat testily. "I meant after that! What are you, and Roger, going to use it for? Does it have a use?"

Suddenly Carolyn shook her head a little, then pulled her eyes from between Hermione's wide open thighs. She stared at the girl's still smiling face a long moment almost as if she were fighting within her mind to escape from the Fairy Dust induced sexual stupor mentally holding her. After a minute her eyes cleared and she dropped her vision to the pillows at her feet. "Ah, I...don't think it has a use. I don't believe I can do anything with it. It's just it is...valuable! I was thinking of trading it..."

Hermione lost her smile as she realized she had lost Carolyn, for the moment, "Only Freya, a minion of the Dark Lords, has any deep interest in it! Why are you so interested in obtaining...why are you sending these Elves, and myself, on such a perilous journey for something ONLY the Dark Lords want?"

The Mage refused to look back at the schoolgirl. Suddenly she was afraid to look back into those eyes. "I...I told you...I've always wanted it..."

"You are lying to me, Carolyn! You have been lying to Lady Gem, and the others! Tell me the truth or..."

"Wait a minute!" Carolyn suddenly rose up straight, her voice firming. "How do you know who outside of Alfheim wants the Brisingamen?" Her eyes were fiery now, in full alert. "Who are you in contact with?"

With a frustrated snort, the schoolgirl jumped to her feet, simultaneously flicking a double dose of Desiree's special Fairy Dust into the Mage's face. Then the mumbling began anew.

Carolyn gasped as the unmistakable sight and smell of Fairy Dust temporarily smothered her face. She just had time to gasp "Fairy..." before the blistering waves of sexual heat seized her.

Hermione opened her eyes again with the first moan from the heat seized Human Mage, and her grin returned. The woman was desperately trying to resist the power of Desiree's Fairy Dust, and losing. Between her legs her pants were soaked now, her chest, those jutting, pebbly nipples, heaved up and down wildly under her vest. She could only stare at the schoolgirl Mage in utter shock as the quivering convulsions from her over-stimulated libido built.

"You will tell me!" Hermione ordered, softly but melodramatically nonetheless.

All Carolyn could respond with was a brief, quick shake of her sweat dripping head.

"You will answer!" The Hermione repeated. Then, with a stamp of her pretty foot, she pivoted and left the room, skirt floating up, revealing firm, rotund young buttocks working.

Carolyn could only gawk at those luscious, counter-rotating moons as the Mage left, and continue to pant.

Hermione slowed dramatically as she stepped just inside the next tapestry walled room of the tent. Inside she could see the two Elves, Victoria and Flare, killing time in rearranging their sleeping pillows. She took her last packet of Fairy Dust, emptied it into her palm, and gently blew the glittering flakes towards the two still Elves. The nearly transparent cloud of reflective dust silently engulfed the two.

Hermione knew that, with each breath, they took in more and more of her mind poison. She had been slipping the Fairy Dust to Victoria and Flare through the entire day of riding. She had also had the opportunity to taint the Lady Gem, too, but not nearly as thoroughly as she had Victoria.

The time had come to collect on her day long investment.

She waited a moment, hovering behind a tapestry, watching as the two Elves' nipples jutted through their vests and their breathing climbed. Then, just as Hermione had hoped, Flare stood upright and looked longingly at the front entrance to the tent.

Where Lady Gem had departed.

"I think I'll go outside...for some air," Flare abruptly said, rising upright. Without waiting for a reply from the still and staring Wood Elf, the Guild Elf strode out through the entrance.

She didn't so much as glance at the only partially hidden Hermione as she left.

Hermione, eyes fixed on Victoria's back facing her, began to pray. "You belong to Desiree! You are Desiree's Agent! Her Aesir! You have never left her service! You belong to Desiree! You are Desiree's Agent! Her Aesir!..."

The tall Wood Elf abruptly shuddered, and began to loudly pant.

From deep inside Victoria, just above and behind her womb, her spell center abruptly activated again. Desiree's original spell, actually not destroyed by Roger's deep driving butt fuck, but merely suppressed, flared into fiery, dominating life once more.

But the prayer, especially in conjunction with the Fairy Dust, was dangerous, Hermione knew. It was intended to reawaken the spell that Desiree had planted in Victoria when she sent her out on her mission. The spell that Roger had shut down, but hopefully not destroyed, when he had butt-fucked her.

Hermione remembered that Roger had suppressed the curse upon her, way back in Elfthring, with that prick of his. But Moonbeam's taking of her last night had shown her that Desiree's spells were not as frail as that. They couldn't be destroyed by a mere male's organ!

Only suppressed. Shut down. Temporarily.

Moonbeam had shown her how to reawaken the spells, with the help of Desiree's special design Fairy Dust.

But it was dangerous to open that center where Desiree's spells were located. It was nonselective. Every old spell stored in those ganglia in the center of her feminine being could be accessed.

Worse, activated!

Even ancient, long repressed personality traits could be reawakened!

But the Mage had no choice. Victoria was her only weapon left to force the truth out of Carolyn.

And she had to force Carolyn to give up her plans if Hermione was to get the deep, pounding reward Moonbeam said Desiree had promised her!

It would be worth the risk!

And the Wood Elf was reacting! Even from behind, Hermione could see, and hear, Victoria's vivid panting, the clenched fists at her sides, the rise and fall of her chest.

"Victoria! It is Hermione! Do you recognize me?" the Mage carefully and softly called out to the Wood Elf.

Victoria nodded.

"Could you turn around?"

Victoria turned, her eyes immediately dropping to Hermione's short skirt and naked thighs. An almost masculine leer crossed her face.

The young Human Mage didn't actually see the leer for, in turn, Hermione was gawking at the...huge bulge that was jutting out the front of the Wood Elf's tights! Hermione face broke out in a beam of triumph. She must have activated Desiree's spell, alright!

But damn, that clit must be magnificent when freed!

And she was the girl to free it! Looking up with a glowing smile of exultation, Hermione said, "Let us visit Carolyn, Victoria. She would like to...talk some things over with you!"

Victoria looked up into the Mage's eyes, and her leer metamorphosed into a broad, genderless smile. Stepping alongside Hermione, in a surprisingly low, gruff, almost masculine voice, she replied, "Yes! I've been meaning to get to know her better!"

As they walked back into Carolyn's room, half way there, Hermione suddenly jumped when Victoria's right hand nonchalantly reached around and gripped the schoolgirl by her plump, working left asscheek! All the way back to the still standing Carolyn, the Wood Elf possessively held the Mage by her flexing, working ass.

Hermione starting having second thoughts about the appropriateness of activating Victoria's spell center!

Walking up to Carolyn, Victoria, in a calm and low voice, spoke first, "Flare has stepped outside, Carolyn, so I thought this might be a good time to get...well, either acquainted or reacquainted, as the case may be."

The Wood Elf stopped when she saw Carolyn up close, quivering, flushed and sweaty, standing unmoving before her carefully arranged pile of sleeping pillows. The Mages lower lip quivered, her hands unthinkingly rubbing the front of her two thighs, which were wide spread. With her mind temporarily but adamantly seized by the Fairy Dust spell, all the Mage could do was pant while caught in Fairy Dust induced, fierce sexual arousal.

"Is there something wrong, Carolyn?" Victoria asked, still gripping firmly Hermione's teen booty as if it were her private property. "Can I...give you something to help?"

Held firmly by her butt, the schoolgirl Mage looked down. Seeing the near tight splitting pole jutting a good eight inches out from Victoria's loins, Hermione, at first, grinned triumphantly. Then the grin faded as she realized what kind of final length a bulge of that dimensions represented and, completely unexpectedly, she felt, quite involuntarily, a great urge to house that monstrous thing in her own womanly sheath! Her own breathing picked up as need, raw, unrestrained, craving for feminine penetration flooded her as that obscene pole jerking and flexed under the ready to rent tights!

As if to take her mind off of Victoria's most distracting clit, Hermione suddenly looked over at the immobile, save for her uncontrolled quivering, Carolyn, also gawking at Victoria, but now in unrestrained terror.

Carolyn suddenly could make out Hermione's plan! Use Victor...er...Victoria against her! And what was that...thing, jerking out the front of Victoria's tights?! It was both fascinating and horrible at the same time!

She hadn't felt this way since her virginal High School days!

Carolyn could make out everything occurring before her. It was so clear as to seem overly simplistic of Hermione. Yet, furiously, she just couldn't do anything to counter the young Mage's plans! Inwardly in near terror filled panic, she could only feel the wild rushes of lust surge through her, paralyzing her mind/body connection, as she tried to keep her eyes from instinctively fixing on the ominous bulge endlessly growing in Victoria's loins.

Victoria! More than ever she recognized Victor's traits in the drunkenly swaying Wood Elf! And was the Wood Elf holding the Human Mage by her...ass?!

She knew that Victor, long ago when she had been a teenager, had wanted to...way more than once, to hold her in public by her own round tail while others gawked in shock and, yes, titillation! It was one of his favorite sexist male fantasies!

But he just talked to her about it. He never could allow himself to practice it, even if she had been willing! He was too much a...gentleman to do more than fantasize about taking such liberties with a young, firm, full assed schoolgirl!

Until now, with Hermione alongside him...her!

More than ever she believed, and she could no longer deny the logic of what she was seeing, that this Wood Elf was...had been...her beloved Victor!

But the damn Fairy Dust wouldn't relent! She simply couldn't intervene. She couldn't scream, nor move her legs! What was going to happen to her?!

One look at Hermione, alongside the equally be-spelled Victoria, convinced her it wouldn't be pleasant!

Standing next to the Wood Elf, Hermione looked at Carolyn while gripping Victoria's waistband. "I see you are impressed with my little magic show!" she said to the other Mage.

"W...What have you...d...d...done...to him...her?" Carolyn managed to gasp out in a dry croak. She could feel that her own pants, by now, were soaked down to her ankles.

Hermione just chuckled and said, "This!" Then pulled Victoria's tights to her ankles.

And a huge shaft, over a foot long and as thick as a Human male's wrist, flipped up to slap noisily against the Wood Elf's heaving, flat belly. Hermione watched amused as Carolyn's eyes widened alarmingly.

Feeling Victoria's ass holding hand dig into her butt muscles, Hermione filled her own hand with the outrageous pole, her hand not able to reach more than half way around the flat topped, fat oval shaft. Then she stroked the pole as if it were a cock. She felt Victoria stiffen as the pleasure surged intensely through her. "It is a little spell Desiree worked out. Really enlarges the clit, doesn't it?"

"'Desiree'?! Oh no! Don't..." Now Carolyn desperately tried to move, but only managed to trip herself. She fell backwards into the soft, wide pillows. In utter terror she stared up at the horse hung Wood Elf. "Desiree! How could you do this? How could you work with her?!"

"Oh, do not worry, my dear!" Hermione replied with false concern. Her jacking hand sped up, running in foot long strokes up and down the jumping clit. "It is really not so bad, serving her! Quite enjoyable, especially if you are interested in gut splitting penetration and mouth flooding orgasms! No self-respecting female can be against that! Furthermore, you will tell me everything, sooner or later! You will tell me, or face Victoria's little girl persuader, here! Can you image what having this monster plowing through you would do to that feeble little mind of yours after all the Fairy Dust I put into you! That's right! You'd be fucked into a mindless vegetable! Just to save that prideful, little mind of yours, you will talk!"

She hesitated a moment, listening to the 'snick', 'snick', 'snick', of her hand riding over the slightly flared end of the gigantic girl sex button...and feeling with a rush Victoria's long, pointed fingers probe deliciously into her deep asscrack.

But she was on a roll, and in no mood to interrupt the moment, "Why don't you save yourself, and your mind, by telling me what you want the Brisingamen for? Desiree will be so grateful and she has so much...more to give you than Victoria here, and I won't have to destroy your small, but rather clever, mind!"

Almost in tears, barely able to keep her eyes off of Victoria's horrible/wonderful phallus jumping in Hermione's most competent jacking fist, all Carolyn could do was shake her head. Her throat was too constricted by disgusting, overwhelming, desperate sexual need to be usable.

"Pity!" Hermione replied. Then she slapped Victoria, loudly, on her own plump, firm ass, and spoke to the grinning, horse-clitted Wood Elf, "Well, she should enjoy this immensely! At least until her mind fries!"

Then the two advanced upon the writhing Mage.

"No!" Carolyn managed to croak as Hermione pulled the Mage's vest off her impressive chest.

Throwing the vest aside, Hermione barked at the leering, but motionless, Wood Elf, "The tights! Take them off!"

Victoria stared at the schoolgirl a moment, then glanced at Hermione's short skirt. Looking down at Carolyn, she smiled again and reached out for the Human's skin tight pants. With very little physical resistance from Carolyn, Victoria dominately pulled her tights right off.

"Now, mount her!" Hermione barked, moving up to Carolyn's head. "Give it to her good! Deep, hard, and good!"

Helplessly naked, Carolyn could only whimper as Victoria, her own tights still around her ankles, climbed resolutely and directly into her saddle. Lifting Carolyn's legs up, she spread the woman's thighs to betray fully the pussy between.

Hermione seized Carolyn's ankles and easily pulled her feet up over her head as the Human Mage watched with terror filled eyes as Victoria, quite expertly, fit her monstrous phallus into soaking wet Human twat.

"That's right!" Hermione cheered, Carolyn's ankles in her hands, triumphantly wide eyes fixed on the junction of Human twat and Elf clit. "Give her something to remember you by!"

Somewhat reluctantly, after first looking up at Hermione with a puzzled frown, Victoria thrust.

When the Wood Elf competently and powerfully drove the end of her clit into Carolyn's puss, the Human Mage's grimacing head flew back and she saw Hermione's upside down countenance smirking down on her sweaty, flushed, fucked face. Then there was no longer any time for rational thought as the Wood Elf drove the rest of her 'cock', inch after puss tube widening, belly stuffing inch into Carolyn's guts.

When that rock hard clit smashed into the Mage's womb, never before touched, even by Guild Elf tongue, Carolyn lost it. She exploded mindlessly, enthusiastically, wondrously under the Wood Elf. Carolyn's belly swelled around that belly bomber as fireworks of forced orgasm filled and then seized her feebly struggling mind.

She was fucked.

It was the best of times, and the worse of times, for Roger and his Divine Cock. Sitting with his back against the log, he put down the frosty, but now empty, mug, his third, of travel ale atop that log, accompanied with a satisfied sigh. With a satisfied smile he looked down, between his spread thighs, and watched the kneeling Elf, Stryker, enthusiastically polishing his jerking, throbbing knob with her foot long Elf tongue. Through his entire break with the travel ale she had selflessly knelt there, head bobbing, tongue lapping upon his endlessly drooling cockhead, keeping him hugely erect and properly lubricated with luscious, slippery Elf spit. She had been running her saliva in long, generous streams down the shaft of his divine prick, the excess (And there was some excess to an Elf's spit when she was tasting godcock!), had been soaking his nuts down, and then some!

"Okay, Stryker baby, who's next?"

The Elf pulled her mouth off his glans and smiled up at him. Then she looked back over her shoulder at the line of Elves nearly invisible in the moonless darkness nearby. Reluctantly releasing his meat with one hand, she motioned for the next Elf to approach.

Roger didn't recognize who the first Elf was, what with the darkness and all. And, of course, he failed to recognize her especially because there was so many other, more interesting parts of a naked, sweaty, ever so ready and grateful Elf's figure to stare at than her face!

Those perfect tit cones. Ridiculously narrow and flat waist. Flaring and swaying hips. Thighs already wet with her dew. An ass made to wrap around your face!

Whatever her name, the Elf quickly and oh so eagerly stepped up and turned around. Roger almost moaned at the cinematic view she willingly gave of her butt thrust towards his face when, her back to him, she bent at the waist, tenderly picked up his sac of grapefruit sized babymakers, and oh so passionately kissed each of his balls!

He had been told (actually whispered oh so hotly and anonymously into his ear), way back when this episode had begun, that that was the way Loki had wanted to be addressed...

Right before His Elf squatted down on His Pole!

Which is exactly what the Elf did, once she carefully put down his nuts. Spreading her knees, she went into the most perfect cheerleader squat this side of your local Catholic all girls high school! He fixed his gaze upon the brand new oval hole pressed between her normally firm, rotund, smoothly packed buttocks, right over her formerly virgin asshole, as she squatted right over his upright prick.

And he knew just where that hole had come from!

Stryker had half dragged and half led him towards the log where the seven naked and seemingly unaware Guild Elf were draped, ball breakingly splendid bare asses offered up to him. They kept their faces down, almost in the dirt on the other side of the log, as Stryker guided his meat missile toward his first virgin backdoor.

He remembered vividly how each pair of buns quivered as he positioned himself between their spread thighs.

"It is your destiny, M'Lord!" Stryker had panted into his ear while straining to fit his ridiculously girthed glans into undersized and never before used Elf backdoor. "They must be relieved of the curse those damned beasts of Desiree gave them with their semen! Only you can relieve us of that horrible curse! You must help us!"

Roger just stared down at the perfect domes of horseback tenderized and developed Guild Elf ass his prick, with Stryker's dedicated assistance, was splitting, and grinned like the Cheshire Cat! He couldn't believe this shit! An hour ago any one of these sweet midget sex pots would have carved him up as Thanksgiving dinner. Now...

Bent over a log, ass up and offered, no questions nor looks given!

Well, a gentleman uses what the good Lord Loki gives him to help, in anyway he can, Elfdom! Selflessly! It was a unrewarding life, but someone has to do it!

With a shrill, very abbreviated, bird-like shriek, his cockhead disappeared into the first virginal Guild Elf butt...of the evening.

Is this place great or...

He couldn't see their individual faces, so he had no idea of whose three thousand year old virginal hole he was violating when Stryker pressed his drooling cockhead between bulging, Flare-like Guild buttocks. But the heat of the contact with that first ass, the tightness of the reflexive clenching of Guild asscheek when his cockhead tip first pressed against flexing, untouched before anal pore, instinctively generated his initial, all too masculine thrust.

All he saw, as his cockhead popped past that first set of sphincters, was the blond (of course) haired head pop up accompanied by a remarkably generic squeal of the First Goosed. His glans, the entire fist sized and purple colored mass of it, disappeared effortlessly into virgin Guild Elf butt with but a feeble 'pop'!

The heat! The tightness! Like Flare's long ago virgin butt, this passively corn-holed Elf's back passage was a sucking, gripping, boiling hot delight, immediately demanding his offering of ballchowder to the goddess of buttfuck!

Roger had long ago learned not to try to deny a recently buttfucked Guild Elf her reward of wormy wadd, anally injected. Without hesitation he drove down, forcing with what had to be excruciating pleasure/pain his holy horn sixteen butt spreading inches into virgin Elf tail.

And all the still unknown Elf did was squeal.

Incredibly, hovering over the pierced Elf on his own hands and feet, Roger felt the darling squirm beneath him. He was completely buried within her outrageously tight and squeezing tube, over sixteen inches of arm thick god-cock deep.

And she was squirming in utter delight beneath him!

Was this place great or what?

Then Stryker sank her fingernails into his low hanging balls and everything began to move.

Most torridly.

Incredibly he had went through all seven virgin Elf butts, one relentlessly, deliciously, and ultimately spewgasmicly after the other. And each Elf had obeyed Stryker to the letter, staying bent over the log, doing nothing more than squealing when Roger got to and into her.

That is, until he unloaded about a quart of manchowder into her bowels, when she began gut growling, most loudly, as he moved, with Stryker's insistence, to the next passively waiting Elf.

Now he watched as one of his previous buttfuck babes, the first of seven, again started bobbing her incredible tail up and down over his lap. Up and down around his quite inhuman cock!

This time it was her pussy doing the honors. And what honors! Like Flare's snatch, this Elf, and every Elf for that matter, had a real snapper. Gripping him effortlessly in a vacuum locked grip, her sloppy twat slid up and down him like a velvet glove jacking him.

Relentlessly...

Staring white eyed at that perfect pair of buns sliding perfectly up and down his now jumping sixteen inch pole, he realized, for the first time, just how good ol' Loki had been at "designing women"! From plowing her plump, prick straddling buns down on his hips, to nearly unseating herself on the upstroke atop his swollen glans, the Elf must have squatted in over foot long strokes, up and down his burning organ, for a good fifteen Olympic gymnast breaking minutes. Nonstop.

Over and over, seemingly effortlessly, though the lush body of the fuckpuppy literally dripped with happy, enthusiastic sweat, she rode him. And Roger just climbed higher, and higher...

After those fifteen male taming minutes of cheerleader squatting, he suddenly turned to Stryker, who knelt next to his head, "Oh please!" he begged. "I gotta cum!"

Stryker's big grin dropped to a concerned frown. With an understanding nod (As if she had seen Lord Loki Himself beg for release all those eons ago. [Probably did!]), she turned to the madly cock riding Elf. "Finishing him!" she softly ordered.

The back turned, panting and humping Elf just nodded.

Then Stryker rose and abruptly straddled Roger's head with her buff thighs! "We can't have you begging us, can we, Sire?" she said, lowering herself. "You must be silenced! Your words distract the concentration of the Elves!" She bent her knees, bowing them outward, as she squatted.

Right onto and around Roger's face!

Abruptly, just as his vision was completely obscured by dripping, floppy lipped, flaming pink Elf slit, Roger felt his two swollen, rock hard nuts lifted again. Then he felt needle sharp claws sink into them.

As Stryker's plump asscheeks and fully engorged pussy-lips wrapped around his blissfully stupid-smile creased face, Roger felt his almost completely Elf belly engulfed cock swell to nearly double his former forearm thickness, forcing a frightened cry from his still eagerly humping partner.

It was cooperating with her nut gripping claws, filling with babystuff...

He just had time to catch and wrap his lips around Stryker's stubby, stiff, and delicious half inch long sex button, and start a furious suckling upon it, before his first cup of manchowder spewed into the cock riding Elf's guts.

And, considering the volume and force of his initial eruption, it probably went right up and out her ears, too!

Then the two Elves began squealing...most enthusiastically.

Roger wouldn't see another Elf that evening. That is, another Elf face.

Nor would his prick go uncovered by Elf tube, puss or throat, until he would fall asleep...

Many, many hours and enthusiastically and energetically squatting Elves later!

But he wouldn't mind the face covered, Elf pussy and ass induced blindness in the least!

It was well into the evening when Gem stepped out of the diffused lamp light of the tent entrance and into the near pitch black of the star studded night sky. She stopped and scanned the almost impossible to make out horizon. Sure, she remembered, and trusted, what the Mage Hobson had told them about why she picked this plain to hold their meeting. How her alerting spells would have warned them of any approaching creatures, no matter how fast they could run or fly, in more than enough time to prepare a defense. That and Flare's assurance that there was no signs of Orc stink in the air...

But she just didn't like letting others handle the security matters of her camp. It was her responsibility.

It was always her responsibility.

Then she heard the mounts, off to the side of the tent entrance, neigh impatiently. Suddenly a wave of giddy lust hit her, reminding her of how wet her pussy was, and had been, it seemed, all day. It was that demon cum, from the assault of last night, still working on her, arousing her relentlessly, demanding that she satisfy herself with...penetration.

Deep, hard, monstrous penetration!

With a hard shake of her head, and a frustrated exhalation, she forced down the unnatural, unwanted urgings. The looked again in the direction of the horses.

Her mount, no, all of them, had not been serviced yet. The Elves had been too busy with the Mage.

Their poor balls must be full!

Gem, eyes glazing again, licked her lips. Licked her lips, of course, unconsciously.

She shook her head again, fighting down the evil urges now perpetually welling up from Desiree's beast's semen. But she failed, this time. Her eyes glazed completely, and she drifted off, unwillingly, to a semi-daydream of long ago.

Of a time when a God reigned in Alfheim.

A God with a Godly Prick! What she had been craving all day and, now, far into the lonely, empty night.

Of the times Gem had been blessed to serve...to serve under and around that God...

Untold, uncounted minutes passed with Gem staring into the darkness where the horses were. Horses with long, thick, cocks in need of tender, loving...

Then Flare appeared alongside her. "Commander? Anything wrong?"

With a start, Gem looked over at Flare, then sheepishly smiled. Inhaling through her small, pointed nose, she replied, "No, not a thing." A moment of awkward silence followed, with Flare smiling at her Commander knowingly but silently, before Gem added while looking at the nearly invisible horizon in the vast darkness, "No. This place...it worries me, nonetheless."

"You always worry, My Lady!" Flare replied, abruptly and warmly snuggling up to her.

Gem dropped a friendly hand to clutch Flare's bulging, firm asscheek. Another ass groping moment passed before Gem looked into the still smiling Flare's eyes, "What is it between you and that Mage?" She hesitated a count before going on, "It's not over that Roger..."

Flare moved back a couple of inches. "That is my personal affair, My Lady! I told you, when we're on a mission, you own me. But in my off duty...that is my affair!"

"This is official, Flare!" Gem shot back. Then immediately regretted it. She admitted to herself that there was envy in her, too. Envy over Flare's attentions. With anyone's attentions to Flare.

Her hard face softened quickly. "Anything that might interfere with...accomplishing our mission is within my jurisdiction. Now is this...thing with the Mage over that...MAN?"

Looking at the black ground, Flare finally replied, sheepishly, "Yes."

"You do know how important this Mage is to our Queen's plans? Once the mission is complete, you can met out whatever revenge you deem appropriate to her. But until then, support her in every way! Understood!"

Flare gave her commander a hurt look. "I had no other intention, My Lady! I have no intention of distracting Carolyn from her mission. By the way, what reason did we have to come here in the first place?"

Gem shook her head. "That MAN of yours has an artifact, that the Mage Hobson gave him, that will lead him to the Brisingamen. It must be translated by Hermione, which is why she is along with us. The trouble is Hobson hadn't told anyone, until now, just which temple and where in the Impassible Mountains it is located. I suspect she wanted to tell Roger...Sir Roger...directly, but instead she was forced to tell Hermione and myself. I think Victoria overheard, too."

Flare then growled.

"What was that about?" Gem remarked, staring in not a little shock at the scowling Elf.

"Victoria!" Flare growled out the name.

Now Gem realized that there was someone else, besides Carolyn, that Flare really hated!

Even though she knew the reason, from having seen Roger take the Wood Elf from the camp the night of the attack to obviously 'relieve' himself, she asked anyway, "What about Victoria?"

Flare glared at her. "Victoria has been...meeting with Sir Roger!"

"Oh!" Gem replied, looking ahead to hide her facial expression. Roger again!

"No!" Flare went on, becoming agitated. "She has been SEEING Sir Roger! At night! When I'm with you!"

Gem nodded. Now that was the makings of an ageless Pussy Feud!

Gem looked back at the fierce looking Elf. "And what do you propose to do?"

She looked directly into her Commander's eyes. "I'm going to...convince her to leave my...er...Sir Roger alone! And I plan on doing it tonight!"

"She is important to our mission, Flare! We need her!"

Flare, nostrils flaring, breathing deeply, glanced from Gem's eyes to the ground and back again a number of cycles before answering, "With your permission, Commander!"

Gem frowned at her. That was NOT the type of answer she was looking for!

"I promise she'll be able to walk in the morning...just not very straight for awhile!"

Gem, knowing her Guild Elves, especially a particular Elf named Flare, smiled a little bit. She was proposing a compromise, for shorts. Letting her know that Flare was still able to...modify her plans. Just not drop them!

Gem knew that it would be no use to try to dissuade her in the condition she had worked herself up into. Better to try to modify her behavior than stop it altogether! "Very well! Don't injure her! And she must ride in the morning, damn it! Don't break her will, or we'll have to make a litter!"

Flare suddenly grinned, evilly.

"I'm serious Flare! Convince her, don't mind-fuck her!"

Flare then calmed considerably. Then nodded. "Promise!"

"And I don't want any screaming to keep the others awake!"

Flare nodded again. "I'll sit on her face to keep her quiet!"

"I'll just wait out here for awhile," Gem added as Flare stepped away. Then her mount neighed again.

Flare looked at the horses, then back at a suddenly face flushed Gem. "They sound stuffed! A real case of blue balls. Haven't been serviced since this morning!" She glanced back at the tent. "The others aren't interested in horse spooge tonight!" She visibly shuddered. She really needed something...big inside her tonight!

Maybe Carolyn would return the favor of a fisting?

Gem recognized the residual symptoms of the monster cum intoxication of last night in Flare, now. They were all fit to be fucked by a dragon, after a day absorbing residual Desiree demon cum through the membranes of her nether openings!

"No one will disturb you if you want to take care of all four, My Lady!" Flare said, not even looking back at her Commander as she began to re-enter the tent. As she slipped out of sight, she added playfully, "I don't know if you can empty all four of them yourself! Not enough room in your belly for that much wadd!"

Then Gem was alone again.

"I can try!" Gem mumbled a reply, mainly to herself, as she, abruptly and eagerly, made for her 'dinner' on the hoof!

Carolyn was in trouble, deep trouble. Actually, about a foot deep, for that was just about how far Victoria's magnificent clitoral-phallus reached inside her with each brutal, dominate, quite masculine drive into her feminine guts. Her ankles were hooked upon the Wood Elf's shoulders, her hands clutching the pillows on each side of her as she lay under the effortlessly pumping Elf, taking wrist thick clit with unwanted but undeniable bliss.

Never had she been fucked like this! It was wonderful!

Then her hands rose from the pillows to clutch the almost pillow-like handfuls of Victoria tit. She felt the Elf's rock hard nipples dig into her palms was her head tossed and she began to whimper.

She had whimpered like this before, long before.

When she had finally talked Victor into deflowering her as a schoolgirl! Once the initial penetration had been made, and her virginal pussy had adjusted to its first phallus, the bliss of that rhythmic thrusting, that deep belly probing, the delicious stretching of her never before stretched pussy...

Her eyes opened suddenly with the realization that Victoria was stroking her, using her, fucking her with the exact same rhythm and stroke as Victor had used, instinctively, when he used to fuck her!

So long ago...

Before Desiree had raped him into a Wood Elf!

Was he 'coming back'?

Then, with a ragged moan, Carolyn convulsed as her womb stirred and ultimate orgasmic bliss seized her once again.

To say that Victoria was distracted by conflicted and confused emotions and contradictory and incompatible desires would be an understatement. Hermione's spell-casting had been broadly effective at reawakening the Roger's cock-quashed Desiree spells and freeing Victor's Desiree spell suppressed personality traits enclosed in Victoria's spell center. But broadly also included sporadically and spottily. None of the spells were completely activated, only randomized bits. Desiree's original intentions in casting the spell on Victoria was not being fully expressed. Furthermore, deeply and anciently suppressed character traits were surfacing...

Including character traits of before Victoria had been transformed into a Wood Elf by Desiree. From way before Desiree...

As Victoria stroked away, mainly in response to an almost reflexive obedience to Hermione, though also enjoying Carolyn's clinging, wet pussy sucking away on her driving clit, she was continuously being distracted by Hermione's presence. Fractioned and divergent voices within her were commanding her to obey the girl named Hermione, dressed like a schoolgirl. Simultaneously accompanying voices, mixed with the others but discrete nonetheless, were commanding a very different reaction and action.

Whenever she looked at the schoolgirl mage, which Victoria was doing regularly now, a tingling pulse of lust surged up her from a spot, between her thighs and behind her clit, that had been a location for...something that she was certain now she no longer had. But, during an earlier 'life' had been most important to her personality and sex life. The voices that spoke when she glanced at those bare, full, firm, almost completely exposed thighs, and veritably screamed when that blue pleated skirt occasionally flipped up to reveal much more personal details of round, firmly stuffed teen asscheek or...wet, crimson girl slit, were increasingly different from the first voices, urging obedience to the schoolgirl's orders.

These later voices, weak and uncertain at first but growing ever more strident and confident in their demands upon the Wood Elf as time, and voyeuristic exposure of schoolgirl flesh, went on, were also sounding ever more masculine.

Hermione's Fairy Dust and spell reanimation casts had brought up long suppressed, and older even that Victoria's transformation, feelings...urges. Thoughts, cravings, lusts of Victor when he had been but a teenager, hiding under the bleachers watching the after school cheerleader squad practice in their deliciously bare youthful legs and sinfully short skirts!

Just like Hermione was dressed at that moment!

Victoria began to slow her former hard and fast fucking of the convulsing, machine-gun orgasming Carolyn. Carolyn was in no way responsible for the slowing. The Human woman was completely possessed by the Wood Elf's masterfully powerful strokes, planted oh so far within her at just the right angle to strike her G-spot. Long before Carolyn had been reduced to a whining, shuddering female, open and receptive to massive penetration, hands furiously gripping Victoria's deltoids, her legs bent back over her heaving, sweaty belly so her ankles could be placed where they belonged-on Victoria's shoulders.

Carolyn wasn't...no, she couldn't, do anything to stop Victoria's awesome fucking of her.

Stopping the Wood Elf's clit-ravashing of her was the last thing on the Human Mage's mind. Now.

No, it was Victoria that was slowing. She was now almost ignoring the woman beginning to whine complaints from beneath her. Even the woman wanted her to continue plowing her belly into quivering jello.

But Victoria was now steadily staring at the bottom of Hermione's pussy, just visible under the hem line of her skirt as she sat, lotus position, above Carolyn's tossing head. The girl mage was still glaring in wide eyed triumph down on the almost completely fucked woman.

Then she noticed Victoria stopping. Then pulling completely out of the up-tilted, soaking wet and completely offered up Human woman's pussy!

"What are you doing?" Hermione gasped, for once completely taken aback. "I told you to break her! What is the problem? I have commanded you!"

Victoria didn't, couldn't, take her eyes off that tight, slick pussy under that skirt! "Ok, Baby!" the Wood Elf said with a completely uncharacteristic gruff voice and a big smirk on her face. "You've been flashing that twat all over the place all evening! You must want someone to put it to good use!" The Wood Elf hesitated, arched over the still convulsing Human Mage, and took her still bulbous and over foot long clit into one hand. Waving it at the startled Hermione, she want on, "And I've got just what that little pussy has been begging for!"

"Are you insane?!" Hermione cried, looking to her sides for anybody to help her as the suddenly over-towering Elf climbed completely over Carolyn and right between her still spread legs. "I command you to stop!"

"No more games, Baby!" The Elf's voice, if possible, was even more gruff, more masculine than before. "You've been begging for this, now you're gonna get it!" Then Victoria pushed the speechless, abruptly terrified schoolgirl upon her back.

Settling into Hermione's saddle, the Wood Elf took her over foot long clit and began rubbing the bloated tip up and down the schoolgirl Mage's tight slit. With great humiliation the schoolgirl moaned wantonly with the first stroke up the slit from bottom to top, and her pussy burst open like rotten fruit, soaking Victoria's clit tip with her pent-up girl juices.

When that clit reached her stiff little button!

Now the schoolgirl really moaned, good and loud, like a wanton high school slut in the alley behind her home, letting the neighborhood stud have his way with her.

"Good girl!" Victor/Victoria smirked, climbing upon her as her knees spread even wider.

With a shriek, Hermione took up Carolyn's role, serving wildly under the Wood Elf.

Gem stood alongside her mount, at his shoulder, staring with frantically wide eyes at his fully extended and provoked 'equipment' jutting out under his rounded belly. He was so aroused! She couldn't remember the last time she had seen a mount, anyone's mount, so iron bar hard and breath takingly swollen as her poor horse's prick! Had to be two feet long by now!

Her eyes dropped to his grapefruit sized testicles, hanging heavily in their loose sack half way to the ground, swollen hard and egg shaped. Then she got a whiff of his musk, and the Elf moaned as she gnawed on her lower lip and drool escaped the corners of her beautiful lips.

Her need threatened the ancient taboos of the Guild. Maybe she could find a table, a rock, something to bring her...loins up to that magnificent prick! If she just bent over under him, head down and her soaking wet ass up...

"No!" she mumbled, again to just herself. "You are Guild! Guild permit only one Cock to mate with them! Lord Loki! Serving under horses and other animals, especially MEN, are for Drow and other barbarian Elf, not for Guild! How can you even think of doing such a thing, Gem?!"

Her increasingly impatient mount then snorted, angrily, and suddenly she felt his muzzle smack her, not gently, on her full, molded round and firm ass, shoving her impatiently towards his flanks and now profusely drooling prickhead.

Gem got the hint and, with a wanton moan of pure hunger, she squatted and crabbed her way under the glaring animal. Her sword scrapping on the ground, she brought her face directly before the massive glans of the animal, and her eyes crossed as a worm of pearly white pre-cum, hanging a good foot down from the inch long slit at the cock's tip, swung enticingly before her. Impulsively she wrapped her hands around the horse's cockshaft, just behind the flaring crown of the glans.

The horse snorted again and thrust forward, and the remaining inches of the cum rope within the cock jetted out the slit and right across her smiling face, clinging to her skin from her forehead to her chin. As she sucked up the tacky balljello, first from off her face and then drawing up the foot or so swinging from her chin, the other three animals closed in until she was surrounded by agitated horseflesh...vivid, potent MALE agitated horseflesh.

She didn't even notice, too busy slurping up equine spooge to look, nor care.

Her appetizer finished, she began to eagerly lick and lap at the horse's glans, and her hands started sliding, stroking, moving their way down the underside of the horsecock.

Towards those cum filled balls.

But she was moving entirely too slowly for her mount, who dipped his head between his forelimbs. Just as her wide open mouth was situated opposite the still drooling tip of his glans, her mount once again applied his muzzle, this time vigorously to the back of her head. At the same time he thrust again.

And Gem felt about half of his spongy firm cockhead force its way past her teeth. Then her two hands each caught a softball hard, but nearly twice as big, horse nut.

Hearing the whine from her mount as her teeth dug into the ultimately sensitive flesh of his glans, Gem hastily opened her mouth just as wide as it would go and, accompanied with a nasty sounding gag from her, the glans popped into her mouth.

Instantly, with drool hanging down from her chin, she gave suck while gripping and milking those stone-like balls.

Her mount whinnied in triumph, then flexed his prick.

Gem's head flew up, then back down, following slavishly the arc of the mouthed horsecock. It nearly knocked her teeth out, but she maintained her oral grip.

Then the cockhead spurted a huge coiled rope of pre-cum right down her throat, and she gagged on the red hot spunk. She managed to swallow the cup sized deposit in only three gulps.

And the sucking began anew.

As well as her gagging, her finally satisfied mount now, quite gently, nuzzled the back of her neck with his nose in real affection. She redoubled her efforts, taking a good half foot of his incredibly wide prick into her gullet, feeling her throat spread inhumanly as his cock pulsed potently...masculinely, halfway down to her heart.

She could hear other horses now, and abruptly realized that they had gathered around her mount...and his enthusiastic and hungry cocksucker. Their cries sounded all too like cheers, cheers for her to relieve, quickly and completely, her mount's male anguish. And with all too feminine insight, she realized, too, that they were urging her and her mount on to a slimy, gulping conclusion for, afterwards, they anticipated similar service from her!

With an all too pleasant wave of excitement coursing through her, she decided that they were right!

Out of the corner of her eye she could see the other male animals' most important parts...their flanks. Their organs were rock hard and throbbing, just like the one approaching spewgasm in her mouth. And their balls had to be at least as swollen and full as the pair already being milked to submission in her own clutching hands!

Her only regret at this moment was that she wasn't a mare instead of a Guild Elf!

Carolyn, shuddering and whimpering, half in relief and half in regret at no longer being under that Elf, rolled into a fetal position, her hands buried in her pulsing loins between her thighs. For a good minute she couldn't do anything but quiver in irresistible near-orgasm. Never had she felt such power! She was helpless once she had been penetrated!

There had to be Black Magic here. Hermione! It had to be! She thought she had smelt Fairy Dust as soon as that Mage had met her!

Carolyn managed to open her eyes, finally. Before her was the splayed crotch of Hermione, on her back. thighs wide apart and bent back as the Wood Elf started to stroke that monstrous clitoris in and out of her pink, brutally spread puss.

In and out the clit went, a little deeper with each thrust, a little wetter on each withdraw. Carolyn stared as if hypnotized as the Elf's lush, round butt rose and fell, driving the wrist thick cudgel into Hermione's offered up loins with ruthless force and skill. Like a well oiled machine, Victoria fucked the schoolgirl.

Hermione was overwhelmed as soon as that clit began smashing into her cervix, around the fourth or fifth thrust into her tight, flat, teen belly. Almost immediately after the first womb dislocating impact the girl's resistance, both physical and psychological, collapsed. Victoria continued to violate her, farther and harder with each round of drives and withdrawals, until there was no sign of any hesitation or resistance in the schoolgirl.

In awed silence Carolyn watched as Hermione was reduced to a teenaged fuckpuppy, an after-school bimbo, all in less than a minute of deep, soul robbing, belly swelling drives. Her eyes rolling up into her skull was the first symptom, followed by a heart-rending, high pitched, mother's heart breaking moan of pure penetrating bliss. It was the cry of a girl resigning from the virgin's club. Enthusiastically resigning.

Then Carolyn saw Hermione's claws tear into the svelte, muscled, working back of the Wood Elf, long fingernails sliding up and down that back, then gripping like eagle's talons upon the occasionally extra deep plunges. Her toes, alongside Victoria's long ears, abruptly clenched tetanically as the Wood Elf's competent, firm and no nonsense thrusts forced her over the edge into ultimate girl pleasure.

And the vocabulary of the Wood Elf! Like...Victor would have acted, when he had been a teenager, working out upon Carolyn! "Like that, Baby!" the Wood Elf almost yelled into the glassy eyed schoolgirl's face just inches below hers. "That hit the spot, eh? Just what you need, isn't it? Want more? Of course you do! Can't get enough of it, right? Don't worry, you're gonna get it! Now!"

And a particularly brutal and deep thrust would always, always force a spectacularly high pitched and breathless squeal form the pinned Hermione.

Carolyn then notice her hands, buried between her thighs, frigging her dripping wet pussy furiously. Not without some reluctance, she managed to spread her legs and extract her hands before rolling over and starting to rise. "I've got to get out of here!" she gasped, still feeling the effects of the Fairy Dust. That Hermione deserved what she's getting! She must have spread that crap all over everyone and everything here! No wonder everyone's sex crazy!

Why did that Gem let the little slut bring that stuff? How did Hermione get it?

Almost fully up on her feet, but still shaking badly from the sexual thrills coursing through her still, she managed to stop with the answer to that last question.

Of course, Desiree!

They must get out of here! Now!

Then she saw Flare stride into the tent.

"Oh, good! Flare, you must tell your Commander, Lady Gem, that we've been contaminated with..."

Flare stopped in her tracks, her eyes flashing at Carolyn's aroused nakedness.

Then Carolyn saw the effects of Fairy Dust poisoning in Flare's eyes, her face, her rock hard nipples. Oh, No!

"Flare, we've been poisoned..."

"You Bitch!" Flare squealed. "Already naked for Roger...Sir Roger! And he's not even here! Oh, you are so very fucked, Bitch!" Then she advanced, arm outstretched.

Her hand formed a fist.

"NOO!" Carolyn screamed, shaking her head. "You don't understand! Its the Fairy Dust! Its distorting your thinking! No! I'm not after Roger..."

"That's right!" Flare screeched back. "I'll see to that!" Then she wrapped her arm under Carolyn's armpit and flipped her over the Elf's back and upon her own back,

She landed upon pillows, some two feet from the still glaring Elf. Carolyn barely had time to gasp a "No! Please, not that!" before Flare was upon her. Immediately the Elf planted the knuckles of her fist against the Mage's already soaked and swollen labia.

Traitorously, her pussy lips almost eagerly parted and partially wrapped themselves around Flare's twisting, working knuckles.

"Please!" Carolyn gasped, feeling the first waves of outrageous pleasure from the Elf's expert assault. "No!"

"Shut up, Bitch!" Flare barked back like a Chihuahua. "Spread and enjoy this, or I'll use both fists! This is the only thing you're getting inside of you, that's for sure!" She stared from alongside the writhing Human as her knuckles disappeared into steadily spreading fuck-hole.

"PLEASE!" Carolyn wailed as she felt her pussy abruptly spread wide and Flare drive brutally. With a syrupy pop Flare's fist disappeared.

Carolyn just stared up at the triumphantly smirking Flare, her mouth wide open, her eyes like saucers. When Flare yelled, "Yea!" and punched into her pierced belly, Carolyn could only warble out a nonsense syllable and watch her belly swell.

Smoothly, powerfully, Flare's arm disappeared after her fist...into Carolyn's belly. When her knuckles smashed into the Mage's womb, Carolyn wailed her defeat and collapsed upon the pillows. Flare continued to drive, almost forcing the Human's cervix, definitely forcing Carolyn's womb up further into her belly.

"I'll show you what happens when you try to steal my...my...mate!" Flare roared, again sounding more like an irate Chihuahua, and began to piston in and out of the Mage's outrageously lubricated and spread girl tube.

"OOOHHH! Fuck!" Carolyn wailed back, her legs thrashing, her claws tearing into the pillows alongside her. Her legs jerked and kicked, then her knees bent and, relentlessly, her feet rose. As Flare pounded away, lurid sucking noises keeping time with her working arm, Carolyn's knees rose up until they were over and alongside her stuffed hips. Her feet, toes locked, were right before Flare's triumphantly leering face.

"Now you will learn to obey me, Bitch!" Flare yelled, and she actually increased the speed of her fisting.

With a wild, hoarse howl, Carolyn obeyed Elf fist and exploded violently under Flare's assault. Her mind blanked out completely as waves of forced pleasure smothered her mind in never before experienced bliss.

The last thing she saw before orgasmic forced unconsciousness was Flare's beautiful, arrogantly smirking face. The last thing she thought was: "Never let this end!"

Within a minute after Carolyn collapsed into unconsciousness, Flare had extracted her dripping wet arm and fist from the still convulsing Human's guts. She remained a further moment, glaring down at her victim, eyes white and bulging, breathing hard like a race horse after a meet.

That was fun!

She looked over briefly at the couple almost at the other end of the tent room. Hermione was on her back, legs in a great V on each side of a furiously fucking Victoria!

Interesting.

Then she heard...something! Something nothing to do with sex!

Instantly dropping her triumphant smirk, she turned while reaching for her sword.

The moment she saw the source of the sound, she drew the sword while yelling, "Alarm!"

Gem was in nirvana, giving, finally, the endless, agonizing goadings from within her created by Desiree's beast's semen its full head. Since she was a Guild Elf, who considered the 'acceptance' of any cock other than Loki's into her feminine openings to be taboo, she was, instead, lost in giving Head to her mounts. Gagging, snorting, gobbling equine spunk with all the accompanying racket of pigs feeding at the trough, she was finishing off her fourth horse of the evening, and thinking whether any could give her seconds!

As she beat her horse's meat, quite furiously, with her right hand, her left gripped a low hanging, melon sized Clydesdale foalmaker. Alternating between horse nut, milking each with nearly painful insistance, she urged her steed to relieve himself...

Right into her already well coated face, "Come on, big boy! Give it up! All you got! I want it! Yeh, feed me! Make your Elf proud!" She kept her mouth open as her latest victim abruptly began showing signs of jerk off overload. The formerly rock still beast began to quiver, and his flanks started thrusting into her firm, stroking grip as if trying to milk the last needed bits of heavenly friction from her vagina substituting hand.

"Oh yeh! Give it up to me!" she cheered as the tell tale jerkings of his massively swollen and metal bar rigid prick became all too obvious. She stuck out her nearly two foot long Elven tongue and buffed his vividly purple glans, and was rewarded with the horse's neigh of male submission to cum hungry female...

The first massive spew shot right into her wide open mouth situated just outside of his cockhead tip. At near supersonic speed the easily cupful massed cumsnake rocketed off the back of her throat and up into the back of her nose. Then two coiled ropes, each the width of Gem's nostrils, spewed out her dainty, pointed nose to hang down to her tits.

Immediately after the first spew, she capped the end of his prick with a vacuum tight lip lock so the next bolt of spooge stayed in her mouth. Abruptly her cheeks bloated like a spikeless puffinfish, and twin cumfalls began pouring out the corners of her mouth to join the donations from the previous studs she had fed on. Within three potent, masculine spurts she had twin ropes of inch thick and foot long wadd hanging out her nostrils, while a veritable curtain of cum dripped and swayed down from her now off white colored chin.

And through it all, only one refrain could be heard in her head: Never had equine spooge tasted so good!

Belch!

Then Flare's cry changed all that.

In a flash she was out from under the still spewing animal, drawing her sword with one hand, while blowing the two coiled worms of wadd out her nose to clear it. In a blur she was into the tent entrance.

But not before the first metallic notes of sword striking sword reached her ears.

Once inside the entrance, her worst fears were confirmed.

"Drow!" Gem cried, needlessly, as she saw Flare in full combat with a shiny black skinned, absolute white haired Elf of similar height. She was not as 'filled out' as a Guild, especially when compared to Flare's world-class ass, but she was a typical Drow.

Then Gem caught the flash of metal off to her right and managed an inside block of another Drow sword. Instinctively she slashed down after the block, and neatly severed the Drow's sword arm just before her elbow.

With a shriek the Drow clutched her elbow, and then gave Gem the ugliest look before falling back. As her eyes followed the retreating Drow, Gem saw the hole just under the far wall of the tent. Of course! Underground! Wouldn't be detected...

Another Drow, who had been planning on double teaming Flare, replaced Gem's first Drow, occupying the Commander once again.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Flare stagger back, temporarily off balance. Two Drow stepped up to her, swords flashing. Things were getting out of hand!

"Victoria!" Gem cried, seeing more Drow moving up out of the hole. "Damn it, you Wood Elf Bitch, lend a hand!"

Victoria and Hermione's "love making" had, of course, been interrupted by the appearance of the Drow. They stood now, staring at the abrupt combat at the other end of the room. Victoria looked worried. Hermione had a big Cheshire Cat grin on her beautiful face.

Gem's admonition jolted Victoria out of her lethargy. Still naked, she picked up her sword belt and buckled it on her naked, still stiffly hung hips. Drawing her sword, she looked over at Hermione.

Hermione looked back, her grin, if anything, widening. "You are so fucked, if you don't play along with me, Wood Elf! They were sent by Desiree to capture all of us, and she'll turn you over to the Dark Lords as a sex toy if you don't cooperate! Understand, 'Bitch'?"

Victoria looked back at the two furiously fighting Elves, then back to Hermione. "I understand, Hermione. Everything."

When the smirking Hermione looked back at the battle, Victoria raised her sword, pointing it straight up, and brought the tip of her hilt down right atop the brown haired Mages head.

Hard.

With a thunk Hermione collapsed to the ground upon her rump and knees, eyes open but sightless. The smirk was gone.

"Much better, 'Bitch'!" Victoria said with a little smile of her own. Then, lowering her sword to fighting position, she strode forward.

But too late. Flare's little retreat had opened a path to the unconscious Carolyn from the Drow hole, and a taller Drow, apparently the leader, had quickly directed two Drow to draw the Human into it. By the time Victoria began moving forward, Carolyn was being lowered into the hole.

It was too much for Flare. Under the influence of Fairy Dust she had instantly convinced herself that she was to blame. It was her fault that Carolyn was unconscious. It was her fault that the Drow were able to get access to the tent unnoticed.

One of the two Drow carrying Carolyn away had been an opponent of Flare. Now Flare faced just one.

One Drow was a handful for any warrior, even a Guild Elf.

But no one Drow had ever faced a Guild Elf high on Fairy Dust and totally pissed at herself for being so!

"Flare! No!" Gem gasped, hard pressed with her own Drow and, seeing another moving in behind it, she could only give a few precious seconds to call out to Flare when she caught the tell tale symptoms of a developing Guild Elf 'berserker'.

But it was too late. Far too late. Flare blamed herself for the entire attack, and she had to save Carolyn.

The Drow opposite Flare abruptly lost her self-confident smile when Flare's sword fairly sang around her own sword, moving in a shiny blur all about her head. The Drow's sword rang like a church bell as Flare slapped it around. Before any other Drow to move in to assist her, the unthinkable had happened: her vibrating sword flew out of her hand.

She had just enough time to look in utter shock at the Elf rushing by her before Flare, slicing backwards, neatly severed her head from her most attractive neck.

Flare kept moving, making straight for the nearly ground swallowed Carolyn, ignoring the black body collapsing to the floor. She paused a count to block the sword stroke from the Drow behind Flare's previous opponent, but only a count. She had almost made the hole when...

There was another shiny flash and the flat of the blade of the Drow Leader, whom she had passed in her haste, slapped solidly against the back of her skull. Instantly Flare flew forward to sprawl upon her face, spread eagle, upon the tent floor just short of the hole.

She didn't move.

"Flare!" Gem howled, momentarily losing it. With pure adrenalin she shoved the Drow before her back a good two strides, stepping up herself to make for the down Flare and the Drow leader, when a second Drow stepped up. Both her hands held weapons, one a sword, the other a dagger.

A dagger with a crystal blue blade.

Gem saw her just in time to jump a step forward just before that blade slipped between her ribs. Instead the blade sliced her right side, along the bottom edge of her ribcage. It wasn't a deep wound, just a good three inches long.

The sudden sharp pain brought Gem back to reality, and her right elbow alongside the arm extended Drow's forehead drove that threat backwards a couple of steps. Immediately Gem stepped back to her original position, her left arm hugging her bare waist, hand over the ugly, and painful, but not serious wound. Her right sword arm rose as the first Drow stepped back up to her, and the second was beginning to.

The first Drow was not happy at being shoved back like some child in swordplay with an adult.

Then Victoria arrived, sword and clitoral weapon at the ready. The second Drow had to abruptly shift to cover the Wood Elf. Swords on both sides sliced and clanged wildly and in short order, and to Gem's relief, Victoria proved herself to be an adequate replacement for a Guild Elf at Gem's side.

Stalemate, violent, rapid, energized stalemate ensured. For long moments the two pairs of paired off Elves matched each other, blow for expert, grave, deadly blow.

"Stop!" suddenly roared out in the tent a further moment later. It was the Drow Leader, holding her free hand up. At once the Drow obeyed, ceasing their offensive blows, holding their weapons in defensive stance only.

Gem and Victoria quickly matched their defensive positions, and for a moment the two sides glared at each other, motionless save for their labored breathing.

Gem was finally able to take notice of her wound. Surprisingly the sting, which had been substantial shortly after the wounding, was nearly painless. In fact, it was beginning to burn.

In a...pleasant kind of way.

Once both Drow and Guild/Wood Elf reluctantly accepted the fact that they had stopped throwing razor sharp slices at each other, the Elves looked at the Drow Leader. With a little nod to Gem, she spoke, "I am Elhoel, Field Commander in the service of the Clan Elash Elghinn and commander of this assault! You have surprised us with your courage and skill! That is a meaningful compliment, coming from the Drow! And you might be?"

The heat spreading from her wound, her brow already showing signs of sweat, Gem rose to her full height. "I am the Lady Gem, of the Loki Guild of Elves."

Nodding with genuine recognition, Elhoel replied, "Yes, I might have guessed. I have heard of you. All Drow in my Clan have heard of Gem of the Guild. You are respected amongst the Drow and, today, you have earned that respect." As if in justification of that respect, she waved her free hand at the headless Drow being carefully lowered into the hole.

At Gem's feet another newly appearing Drow carefully removed the severed Drow arm. She didn't take her eyes off of Gem's face.

With not a little grimness, Elhoel went on. "It will be many seasons before either of the Drow brought down can take the field again. You should be honored for the rest of your days for what you have done here today!"

Impatiently, beginning to feel hot rushes of...sexy flame surging up her spine, Gem abruptly yelled back at the Drow, "And why are you doing this? We have been at peace with the Drow for ages. Why betray us?"

"We have not betrayed you..." Elhoel quickly and forcefully started in reply, then abruptly stopped. As if realizing how ridiculous it sounded maintaining the falsehood of her statement, she restated herself, substantially softening her tone. "I do this not for myself, but for My Queen Embla. It is by her orders that this is done. To be honest with another noble warrior, I did not wish this mission. My orders were that I am to capture all of you..." She looked over Victoria's shoulders at the stupidly smiling, brainless Hermione sitting on her haunches behind the Elves.

"For what purpose," now Victoria verbally stepped in. "Why should the Drow want two Human Mages and Guild Elves? For sex slaves?"

Elhoel glanced down at the still spread eagle Flare at her feet. She leered at those horse riding derived Elf buns jutting up. It was obvious that, at that moment, it was that very fate that was going through the Drow's mind. "But no," Elhoel replied, looking up. "Wood Elf, I have been assigned, reluctantly I assure you, to capture the Mages for..." she frowned as if suddenly experiencing a bad taste, "...Desiree's use."

Gem stiffened with the mention of Desiree's name.

"I do not know for what purpose she wants the Mages, but I was told she personally wanted the Guild Elf Commander..." she then looked directly at Gem. Not without some rare compassion on her hauntingly beautiful shiny black skinned face.

Gem briskly nodded in return.

The Drow, now with a little ironic smile, nodded back in return. "You honor yourself with your choice of enemies, Guild Elf! I salute you! For as long as you can keep your mind your own and keep your loins inviolate!"

Victoria gave Gem a worried look out the corner of her eye. "Desiree wants YOU?" she whispered. "Nice to have known you! Couldn't you have picked a dragon to ride you, instead of a personal vendetta with Desiree?"

Gem ignored her. It was getting harder and harder to control the wildly growing sexual thrills surging through her. "You know I cannot permit you to take Carolyn...er, the Mage."

Elhoel looked back at the now empty hole. Wryly smiling, she looked back at Gem. "If I am not to be sent to...'meet' Desiree myself, I must bring back at least some of your party, no? Those are my orders! Now understand this, Elf. You are one Guild Elf and a Wood Elf against, right now, three Drow warriors. And you, Lady Gem, have been cut by the famous Libidocrystal blade of the Elash Elghinn, which secretes the seminalplasmin poison into its wound. You will soon have other...'things' on your mind than rescuing Mages!"

She glanced at Victoria's still rigid and swollen clitoris jutting out the top of her tights in over foot long glory, and smiled. "You will soon be thankful that the Wood Elf has been be-spelled by Desiree as she has been!"

She looked back at the sweating Guild Elf. "Furthermore, consider this, my brave Guild Elf. One brief command from me down that hole and Drow twice as many again as you faced before will be on your fat, horse riding, Guild Elf ass! However, out of sincere respect for you, Lady Gem, and the fact that you have injured my troop grievously this day and have earned said respect, I will permit you and those with you to leave safely. Can you seriously argue with that arrangement, considering your circumstances?"

Gem rose abruptly upon her tip toes, her face turning red in barely suppressed fury...and lust. Then she lowered herself and glanced back at Hermione and then the Wood Elf. While bravely facing down the Drow, Victoria definitely was looking worried. She knew what Desiree could do to her, or anyone, she got her hands, and other parts, on or in! She certainly didn't want to be taken by the Drow.

Gem then looked back at the placid Elhoel. Nodding once, she looked down at the motionless Flare.

Now Elhoel smiled. "Her? Does she mean something to you?"

Gem didn't say a thing, Her body language answered all questions.

Elhoel went on. "Well, I do deserve a...reward for challenging the Lady Gem, don't I?"

"No!" Gem blurted out, then regained her composure.

"I promise you that Desiree will not touch her. I will...tend to her myself. What is her name?"

When Gem refused to answer, Elhoel bent over and, holding her sword blade flat, slid the entire blade under Flare's waistband and right over her deep asscrack. She then rotated the sword hilt so the blade went vertical, the razor sharp metal fitting neatly in Flare's butt crease.

Looking up at Gem, the Drow ripped up with her sword, instantly severing Flare's tights in two. The material bunched around Flare's two wide spread thighs, leaving the Guild Elf's magnificent bulging buns quivering for all to see.

"Beautiful!" the Drow husked, lecherously gawking down at Flare's twin loaves of buttmeat. "Guild Elves certainly have the best tails." Then she grinned back at Gem. "If you like bubblebutts! Now, her name?"

"Flare." Victoria finally responded when still Gem refused.

Gem gave her a glance that would have seared mortal flesh.

"Flare!" Elhoel replied, slowly rolling the name off her nearly two foot long, blazing passion pink Drow tongue. She reached down with her free hand and gripped Flare's right buttcheek. Sinking her shiny black skinned fingers deeply into the Elf's abundant assmeat, she watched Flare's paler, only slightly tanned flesh bulge between and high above Drow butt gripping shiny black fingers. "Beautiful!" the Drow murmured.

After a playful, blistering hard slap on Flare's other cheek, a slap that echoed in the tent, Elhoel rose. "I accept your gift of Flare, My Lady Gem! I assure you she will...enjoy serving under me!"

Then, with a snap of her fingers, Elhoel ordered the two Drow standing before the rigid Gem and Victoria to pick up Flare and draw her into the hole.

As Flare was lowered, Victoria glanced again over at Gem. Rigidly still, only a single tear running down each cheek of her carefully emotionless face betrayed any thoughts within her.

As Elhoel entered the hole herself, she stopped and, raising her sword blade to her forehead, she added, "I salute you, Lady Gem! Let me assure you that whenever we meet again, I will look forward to your revenge on me! I...regret our meeting first like this. Sincerely, I regret this. My clan lives under the Temple to Loki's Appendage."

She then drew a medallion from around her neck up over her head and then threw it to Gem. It was about twice the size of a gold coin and was equipped with a golden chain. "That is my personal pass into the Drow realm. With it you can gain access to me...provided you can get to the temple. I will let it be known that I have a standing challenge from the Guild to defend my Honor for this...less than honorable mission. Drow, like the Guild, always are prepared to defend our honor with honorable warriors such as yourself! Until then, goodbye."

And she was gone.

Victoria looked carefully at Hermione, who was beginning to show signs of consciousness, then she turned to Gem. The Guild Elf was staring at the medallion.

"You know, that Temple she mentioned..." Victoria started.

Gem jerked her head up, a tight smile on her flushed face, though her wet eyes blazed with barely suppressed emotion. "Yes! The Temple of the Brisingamen...One and the same place!"

Victoria nodded, matching Gem's grim smile. "We now have another reason to successfully complete this mission!"

Gem clutched the medallion in her fist, then looked at the empty Drow hole. "Yes! But...Flare..." she choked, hesitating a second, desperately fighting back the tears and pain of her shame and loss. Then, in a rapid expression of her barely controlled emotions..."I have forfeited any right to succeed...now it...it must be...Roger must...will complete this mission!"

Carolyn regained consciousness abruptly. Sitting up, looking around, she found herself in a dungeon, still stark naked, but at least without the effects of the Fairy Dust. Certainly, from the appearance of the block walls, the dirt covered with hay floor, and the torches for lighting, it was intended for anyone unfortunate enough the find themselves there to think that. But then why wasn't she chained to a wall? Or, at least, tied down to the, admittedly, simple and not terribly comfortable hay filled bed?

Carolyn didn't believe for a moment she was in a real dungeon. She was grateful, at least, that she wasn't obviously drugged. But she did believe that she was in trouble. She almost wished now she was a prisoner of some semi-barbaric Orc.

That would be easier to handle than whoever set up this elaborate ruse!

Then she heard someone, or something, at the iron door. The room suddenly filled with raucous noise as they worked on opening it. But they took entirely too long in banging and unlatching the door. It was being done to impress her, or they were entirely incompetent.

Or...

She inhaled deeply, through her nose, as a brief silence followed a particularly sharp clang. Then, making a quick decision, guess really, she mumbled a starting spell.

The door flew open to bang noisily against the wall alongside. Then a husky, tall, Orcish thing entered, bending low to clear the seven foot doorway, to stand just inside the door, grunting loudly and drooling disgustingly. It was not very conversant. Apparently, Carolyn estimated, because it could only express itself in single syllables derived from curt, belly originating grunts.

But the axe it held in its massive left hand and the normally two handed broadsword in its right were very communicative!

Then she inhaled sharply again...

And a serene smile crossed the Human Mage's face. Even as the drooling, grunting beast made his first threatening three foot stride toward' her, her tranquil demeanor never left her. At least she had been right in her choice of defensive spells.

With the beast's second step Carolyn raised her arms, presenting her open palms, about two feet apart, before her, and finished mumbling the spell. Instantly, in the middle of the beast's third stride, the room was filled, for a split second, with a blinding flash. Then the sound of heavy iron instruments falling to the floor echoed inside the room.

When she finished the incantation and opened her eyes, the beast was gone. She wasn't surprised. No Orc stink. Had to be a projection.

She stepped up towards the open door. Halfway there she saw his weapons, where they had fallen.

"Iron, or steel. Nonetheless, unlike him, real," she said to herself, considering for a moment the use of one of them. "Real metal, requiring real muscle, more strength, than I have, to use properly. And too heavy to teleport," she said aloud. I'm better off with my trusted magic. But whoever cast that projection had real power behind him/her/it. Hauling iron around like that, especially with a projection so large, took real power.

More than I have, right now. Maybe more than I could ever collect.

Wonder who did it? she asked herself, already knowing, she feared, the answer.

"I did!" came through the door from outside.

It was a female voice.

Carolyn's heart sank. "So, finally caught me, eh, Desiree?"

She stepped through the door into a completely modern, for Lokin, gymnasium-like room. Expansive, the room had to be a hundred feet on a side, fifteen foot ceilings, glow globes hanging on said ceiling and walls. Floor mostly of wrestling mat material.

In the middle of the floor stood...

"Hello, Desiree. We meet at last." Carolyn said, not without trepidation, though trying, desperately, not to show it. She was not at her best, both physically and magically.

The back of her mind kept up an irritating chant: She was in trouble!

"Not so, my Dear Carolyn," Desiree interrupted in her husky, but feminine, voice. "Not so long ago, in the Impassible Mountains, I...took something from you!" Her grin was infuriating!

The Human denied her memory the opportunity it had taken so often in the past to remind her of Victor...and Desiree. With a sincere sigh, she forced the issue, "Okay, Desiree, the pretty talk can cease, as far as I am concerned. What is this about?"

"I thought you would know, Carolyn? After all, you were the one that did away with Lord Dread, did you not?"

Carolyn began to protest her innocence, but Desiree cut her off, "Don't bother to lie, Carolyn. The Dark Lord Chaos, and His Consort Moira, believe it so. And if they believe it, I believe it." Especially if Moira believes it, Desiree reminded herself, remembering most vividly Moira's 'persuasive' abilities from a few days earlier.

Almost instinctively, Carolyn replied defiantly. "And if I did? Are you simply going to destroy me? Enslave me? If you are, make your best move!"

Desiree laughed. She was topless, as usual, and her magically enhanced, impressively sized and shaped tits jiggled like jello. "I'll do what I want with you after we have this little... dance I have planned for us," She opened her arms wide, indicating the room.

"You want to sex wrestle?!" Carolyn asked incredulously. Then she laughed, bravely considering her situation. She was no lesbian! Well, not until recently! And not at all with an Agent of the Dark Lords! She had no desire, no attraction at all for Desiree, anymore than she would for an evil beast.

But, with Carolyn's laugh, Desiree's smile just broadened. "Oh, not wrestle. At least, not only wrestle, or at first. No, since you gave such an impressive demonstration of your magic on Lord Dread, 'White Magic' wasn't it? Well, I thought I should give you a...demonstration of my mage abilities!"

Carolyn's laugher abruptly stopped. "Which is, I suppose, 'Black' Magic?" 'Black Magic' was substantially more difficult to control, permanent in effects, and dangerous to both the user and, especially, to the target.

"A new, special type of Black Magic I've been working on, which I call simply call...'aphrodisia' magic! You will find it most...arousing!"

"I doubt it, coming from you, Desiree! I've already experienced what you are talking about! I've been fist fucked..." then she abruptly stopped, embarrassed to even mention Flare's assault further.

Now Desiree chuckled. "Yes, I imagine. A young...looking...well built...magically I surmise...Human Mage would be attractive, and susceptible, to Guild lesbianism! I've no doubt you've been...enjoyed by many a Guild Elf! Aggressive little dykes, aren't they?"

"You'll never know, not from me!"

"Don't be too sure. I'll have you reciting each and every fist thrust to me tonight, in my private bedchamber...that is, once you're through eating me out!"

"Dream on, Bitch! If you want a piece of me, come and get it!" Carolyn chided herself for losing her temper, especially at a time like this, but that damn smirk on Desiree's pompous, superior face just drove her...

Suddenly Desiree's smile dropped, as did her voice. "Just remember, Pussy, you asked for this!" Then Desiree's hands rose and crossed her impressive boobs.

Carolyn's eyes bulged momentarily when she realized that the match had begun. She barely had enough time to bring her own hands up, and start a shield spell, before Desiree barked and a bolt of pink lightning flashed out from between her tits.

Right at Carolyn.

It hit her shield and parted around it, dissipating in the air behind the Human.

It still electrified Carolyn's nervous system, especially her sensory nerves servicing her erogenous zones! Instantly she felt hot...aroused, just as Desiree had predicted.

When Carolyn opened her eyes and fixed them on a serene Desiree, she was panting, and her nipples were rock hard. She didn't want to consider the condition of her nether parts!

Worse, the blast had weakened her shield by a good 50%! With one bolt!

This was magic she had never witnessed, nor faced, before! Especially the power! How did she collect so much power?

Desiree was looking at her heaving tits, with their nearly inch long, maximally stiff nipples. "You're nipples, are they...tender? Need someone to suck on you, Human? Maybe I'll do the honors, Pussy, when I'm finished breaking you!"

"F...Fuck you!" she gasped out. Another shot like that would suppress her defensive shield!

Well, the best defense, especially when you don't have one, is a good...

"All in good time, Pussy! All in good time!" Desiree laughed.

While she laughed, the Human quickly started up on another spell. Not a defensive one, this time. But she knew that offensive spells were much more demanding on power resources.

Much more.

There would not be a chance at focusing such power a second time! Not with the power Desiree was demonstrating.

Carolyn saw the Elf Mage start her chant, again! In a near panic, she sped up her chanting.

Desiree had nearly finished her chant when the Human threw her right arm out, pointing right at the suddenly startled Elf. An invisible bolt left the Human's fingertips and only became visible when it impacted the completely unprepared Elf. A brief but brilliant flash of power, centered on Desiree's crossed arms, shattered the relative calm and sent the Elf flying backwards a good ten feet.

Desiree landed on her full, cushiony butt, skidding backwards on the mat, and Carolyn had a momentary moment of hope. But it was illusionary as Desiree, even before she stopped sliding on said butt, finished her chant and out flew another between the tits bolt right into the Human's weakened shield.

Again the pink bolt struck dead center on the Human's stacked chest.

The shield immediately collapsed and Carolyn was inundated with Desiree's evil spell at near full force.

"Ungh!" grunted the Human as forced arousal and need, desperate, overwhelming, utterly sexual compulsion of an impact and pervasiveness she had never experienced before, hugely more hot and effective than even Margarita's lesbian seduction, drenched her in torrid liquid lust. She was fixed in place for a shocked, consciousness shattering moment as the spell suddenly, rapidly and exhaustively conquered every part of what remained of her feebly resistant psyche.

"Oh God!" she gasped as her instantly and fully aroused pussy burst open and pussy juice, her fuck lubricant, poured down the insides of her thighs. She was no longer in control of her body, and her mind was being smothered by unending waves of raw, merciless, fuck-need.

She was so damned hot!

Moaning loudly between hyperventilating pants, while shuddering with ever increasing agitation, she finally helplessly fell back upon her wet ass. She remained sitting there, jerking and squirming uncontrollably, with a flushed face frozen with a mindlessly horny, desperately suggestive smile on her beautiful face.

Somewhat chagrined at the success of Carolyn's only blow, Desiree shook her head to clear it, then rose gracefully to her feet. Seeing the condition of her opponent, and regaining her arrogant smirk, she stepped towards the helpless looking Human Mage. But now she was in no hurry. She approached slowly, carefully, lest the Human have another trick in store. Damn Human Mages were tricky!

"Ungh! Moan!" Carolyn grunted, seeing Desiree approach but, in her present condition, wracked with near orgasmic quality bolts of, for lack of a better term, 'horniness' magic, was completely impotent in defense. "No!" she gasped, "Stop! S...S...Stay b...b...b...moan!...back." Desperately she tried to rise, but all she managed to do was get her wet, slippery asscheeks momentarily off the mat before, quivering wildly, flopping back down.

Now Desiree's smirk was supremely arrogant as she moved forward. "Hot, my Human Mage? Need some feminine relief? Want me to take care of that...itch you have, way, way up in your belly?"

Carolyn could barely shake her head in negation before the near convulsions reclaimed her.

Desiree stopped about four feet in-front of her. Her hands dropped to the waist of her 'loin cloth', open sided, ankle length skirt.

Suddenly Carolyn's eyes locked on the...huge tent that had suddenly formed in the front of that skirt.

Opening the waist band, she let the skirt fall. "I've got just what you need, bitch!"

"Oh, No! No! No!" Carolyn gasped, eyes bulging as Loki's Cock flipped up before her, throwing long, coiled strands of precum. A foot long worm of pearly white ball gunk slapped across the terror stricken face of the Human.

Blinking, Carolyn looked again at the fifteen inch penile monster, and the terror on her face faded. Abruptly a smile, a big hungry grin, replaced it. Looking up at Desiree's face, she said, "It's true, after all!"

Desiree laughed at her. "Of course it is, you stupid Human bimbo! Behold the tool of your enslavement! Loki's Cock! About to be planted into your hungry, oh so grateful belly!"

For a brief moment Desiree's outburst seemed to galvanize Carolyn's fading resistance, "What!? You can't! It will never fit! You mustn't...No!"

But Desiree was already moving in. She pressed the gunk drooling, fist sized prickhead right into Carolyn's wide eyed face, then pushed on her shoulders.

Still protesting a repetitious "No!", the Human Mage obediently fell upon her back.

Spreading the Human's legs, effortlessly, Desiree knelt between Carolyn's thighs and began running her godcock up and down the Human's drenched girl slit, spreading her labia, working open her already flexing fuck hole.

Immediately upon first contact with Desiree's cock, Carolyn finally shut up and began tossing her head, back and forth. Finally, with Desiree's cockhead soaked with Carolyn, and the Human's legs rising of their own volition, Carolyn breathlessly wailed, "Please!"

"'Please' what, bitch? Beg me! You want me, slut? You want a baby? My baby? You do know that I can impregnate you? I'll soon have that bimbo Embla heavy with child. I might as well practice on a Human before that! You volunteering, bitch? Sounds like it to me! So, spread wide and enjoy it!"

Then Carolyn's puss hole began to spread around Desiree's driving cockhead.

"Oh, yes! PLEASE! I need it!" Carolyn mindlessly wailed, like a drunk Freshman Coed pinned under her first 'boyfriend' on Mardi Gras night.

Then,synonymous with the coed's roommate walking in, a thunderous boom echoed in the room, instantly interrupting the torrid ritual of forced love. Looking up, Desiree saw a huge, glowing bubble hovering almost exactly right over them.

"Damn!" Desiree cursed.

The bubble dimmed, then turned transparent. Immediately an image formed within.

Carolyn, babbling almost hysterically, pulled on Desiree's hips, urging, begging her to complete their coupling.

Desiree dropped her head. It was Moira!

"Stop! At once, you hear, Desiree? Do not penetrate the Human!"

Desiree hesitated at Carolyn's sex entrance. Carolyn whined and gripped the Elf's hips with sharp fingernails.

"Do not ignore me, Mage!" Moira roared. "Remember the last time you and I had words!"

Desiree shuddered with the memory. The helplessness. The Penetration! The all too feminine Bliss! The taste of buckets of Dark Lord Wadd!

"Obey my Consort, Elf Bitch!" came next from the bubble.

Looking up, Desiree saw Dark Lord Chaos. He had 'Lady' Kia before him, her back against him, held up by his grip upon her thighs. There was a massive tubular bulge, a completely abnormal swelling, running up Kia's belly from just above her sex mound to running under her sternum. The Elf's head was laying back upon the Dark Lord's massive chest, tossing back and forth mindlessly, drool and her foot long tongue hanging down her beautiful chin as her eyes rolled alternating around and up.

'Lady' Kia was obviously seriously fucked.

Like I will be if I don't pull out of the Human bitch! Desiree told herself.

"I want the Human! I want to..." and Chaos gave one of his rare grins, "...interrogate the cunt about Lord Dread's assassination!" Then he lifted Kia up a good foot and a half, then drove her down, quite and needlessly violently. As she howled and thrashed, he ground her guts around his buried cock until he exploded.

Desiree's jaw dropped as she saw the still screaming, still cuming Elf's belly bulge out relentlessly until she looked like she had swallowed a watermelon!

That convinced her, as it was intended to.

Regretfully, Desiree pulled out the small part of her glans that had been swallowed by Carolyn's brutally stretched pussy.

"Good Elf!" Moira chortled. "You will be compensated. I hear that Guild Elf Gem will be falling into your territory very shortly. You may toy with her unmolested."

Desiree, moving back on her knees a couple of feet, suddenly perked up. Gem would be worth giving up this Human Mage for!

"We always reward our...friends for their cooperation!"

Desiree just nodded, not looking up. Then, with a flash, Carolyn was gone.

Gem finished securing the shrieking, struggling Hermione onto her mount, then, after handing the reins to Victoria, walked to her own horse. She was still sweating, even though the morning was cool. She had been sweating ever since she had been cut by that damn Drow Libidocrystal knife!

Damn she was so hot!

Ever since then she had not been able to get...sex out of her mind! Not just sex. Deep, piercing, belly stuffing, womb dislocating, penetration fucking! She knew that just jerking herself off would not satisfy that Loki damnable itch way up behind her navel. Only penetration...

Roger popped into her mind for the thousandth time. Damn him! Damn that huge, Loki resembling prick he carried!

Stop this! she screamed at herself. You can't think such things! Maybe Flare can be weak, but not you!

Flare! The realization of her loss, to the Drow, no less, again, for the thousandth time, came crushing back upon her.

Then Gem realized she had been standing there, alongside her mount, hands up on the horse's warm, firm, muscular back, quivering in poison induced need, for over a minute.

Her horse...

She hopefully looked down at her mount's loins. But his prick was limp and shriveled. For good reason: She had been nursing on him, and the other two animals, all night ever since the fight and...her injury. She had lost track of how many gooey, delicious loads of horsechowder she had desperately gulped down. She had even considered, for a very short moment, climbing under her mount, upon her back, and raising her legs to offer her...

Damn it, get moving!

Victoria wrapped Hermione's reins around her own horse's reins, then stepped up to Lady Gem. She saw Gem's impressive Elvish buttocks quivering and jumping, hungry for penetration, no doubt. Her own undiminished clit, still over a foot long and wrist thick, jumped at the invitation. She had not recovered from the Fairy Dust stimulated spell that Hermione had put on her when they had left camp the day before.

"Lady Gem," Victoria said softly, stepping up to the sweating Guild Elf. She almost jabbed her bulging clit right between Gem's jumping buns. "You are suffering from Drow poison. I once suffered from such poison. I had to...submit to Sir Roger's...administrations to counteract it. Perhaps, when we get back to camp, you should..."

"No!" Gem barked, her hands clutching her horse's fur fiercely, and painfully, making her mount jump briefly. "I cannot! Not him! Not now!"

"Your...condition is interfering with your judgement, Lady! Distracting you!"

Gem looked over her shoulder at the concerned Elf. "I am the Commander! I must withstand this!"

Victoria nodded in understanding. Then she simply pulled down her own pants.

Gem dropped her gaze to see that huge phallus of the Wood Elf flip stiffly up. Her eyes widened in fascination.

Victoria took Gem's right hand and led it to her clit. Gem's hand spasmically gripped the wide pole, her fingers only able to get half way around it.

Gem hissed.

"Lady," Victoria softly said, stiffening as Gem's hand began idly jerking the thirteen inch clit. "Let me mount you! It will relieve, for awhile anyway, your torment! Just drop your tights and bend over and I'll..."

"No." Lady Gem said softly. Her hand didn't stop for a moment. Her eyes stayed locked on the jumping prick. It was so long. So thick! So hard! It would go so deep within her!

But, no!

"No, good Elf," Gem added, finally releasing the pulsing clit. "It would only be temporary, I fear. The poison runs too deep within me. Thank you for your generous offer, but I must decline. I will control it! We must be going." Then Gem climbed onto her horse.

Reluctantly Victoria hitched up her tights and mounted her own horse.

As they finally started off, Hermione brought her horse alongside Gem's. "'Lady' Gem!" the trussed up Human teenaged Mage sarcastically remarked. "You know that only a Divine Cock can cure you or Drow sex poison! Desiree too has such a prick! Just think, on this long ride with a drained mount between your wide spread, wet thighs, that there is more than one prick in this land that you could accommodate, and welcome. Why settle for a stupid Human MALE fumbling atop you when you could serve, appropriately under, a great Mage and Elf?"

Gem turned on Hermione, murderous rage scaring her face. But, seeing the smirk upon the Mage's face, but consideration of the, undesirable, truth in her words silenced her.

She just turned back forward without a sound.

"Just remember." Hermione wheedled, letting her mount fall back. "Remember what I told you! Desiree has fifteen inches of REAL Loki Cock! She could do you good! Wouldn't it be worth becoming her sex slave to remove the hideous torment of the Libidocrystal? Ask Victoria here! She's served under Desiree. Let her tell you how fifteen inches of arm thick cock feels buried in your wide open belly! Let her!"

"Shut up!" yelled Victoria, cuffing Hermione alongside the chin. "You damn Humans talk too much!"

Hermione smirked at Victoria, as if she knew the truth that Victoria was denying. "And you Elves don't get fucked enough! But you will! You all will!"

Roger stood at the edge of their new campsite, at the foot of the Impassible Mountains. They had been there only an hour when he saw...THREE riders ride up. Four had left two days before...

For him, things had been...weird all this day. All of the Elves he had...used the night before, had certainly been quite polite to him all day. But they hadn't acted like freshly fucked foxes, like he had grown to expect after Flare...

Was Flare one of those three?

In fact, once morning began, there had been little sex addressed, save servicing their mounts before departing. A few times he had tried to get close enough to Stryker to ask her why no one was acting in any way like an Elf who had just been multiply fucked by a god, like Flare used to, but she tried her best to keep away from him.

He had even thought of whipping his ol' Elf Breaker out and...

He didn't see Flare in the group!

The Impassible Mountains earned their name, at least from where they were camping. Massive boulders, the size of the blocks that made up the Great Pyramid, were strewn haphazardly all over the face of the mountains that he could see. The were no easily observable paths or passes, at least from the ground, through those randomly dispersed boulders.

But Stryker assured him, and everyone else, that there were passes that they could follow. But there would be many opportunities for ambushes...

Desiree ambushes.

Gem rode up. Behind her was Victoria and a tied up Hermione.

No Flare!

He stepped up to Gem before she even could dismount. "What happened?"

Gem looked around at the other Elves, shock registering on her face. "What happened here? Stryker, what happened?"

Stryker, rather sheepishly, stepped up. "We...last night...the Desiree Beasts semen was so...distracting...we removed the spells..."

Dismounting, her pants soaked and her buttocks still jumping, Gem looked around one last time. "I can see that! How did you cancel the spells? Only deep penetration..." Then she stopped and looked squarely at Roger, who was in his Arcastrian costume.

Stryker looked at the ground. "Roger..." she started.

At the same time Gem said while staring at Roger, "Roger!"

Roger looked from Gem to Stryker and then back again. Keep your mouth shut! he advised himself. From long experience he knew to stay silent and hidden behind his hood.

Gem's hands clenched, her eyes flared.

"My Lady," Stryker stepped up alongside Gem. "Roger revealed himself to me..."

Without looking at the Elf, Gem interrupted, "I'm sure he did! I'm sure the MAN did!"

Roger winced from behind his hood.

"My Lady! We all needed his...service! The poisons from Desiree's Beast's semen was preoccupying us! We couldn't have survived another attack without neutralizing those poisons!"

So that was it! Roger finally realized. Butt fucking Elves breaks spells and the effects of poisons! Duh! After Hermione and then Victoria, he should have realized it when all these bubble-butted Guild Elves offered their virgin holes last night! And they were probably embarrassed as hell for doing so! After all, he was a...

"MAN" Gem growled. Then her fists opened and her head dropped until her fierce face mellowed into mere displeasure. Only then did she turn to the mortified Stryker. "Very well. It cannot be helped now. Much as I..." she turned her head towards Roger for a count, "...disapprove of fraternizing with...Arcastrians, you were probably right in letting him...HER cancel the poison. I will forget it occurred."

"Thank you, Commander!" came the chorus of high pitched, beautiful voices.

Then Roger stepped in. "Where is Flare!?"

For the first and only time, Roger saw Gem flinch.

"Captured," she simply, and hopefully, said.

For the first time in Lokin, Roger went ballistic. "Captured!? And you didn't try to get her back!? Where is she? Who has her? Why did this happen?"

Gem turned on Roger, a mixture of fury and pain on her face. He saw tears rolling down Gem's cheeks. "Damn you, Roger! I lost her! I did! The Drow ambushed us under the cover of Hermione's damnable Fairy Dust and I LOST FLARE!"

Shocked out of his fury, Roger stood silent as Gem composed herself. It was a long, slow process that the other Guild Elves showed a remarkable ability to ignore, going back to their camp making tasks until she was under control again.

Then Roger, more gently, stepped up to the Guild Elf Commander. "I'm sorry, Gem...er, Lady..."

She opened her still wet eyes. Looking into his, for just a moment, she looked, acted like just another Elf, albeit one under extreme emotional stress. Suddenly she was open to him. Vulnerable. Fuckable.

But Roger didn't whip out his Elf Breaker and take advantage of her. Perhaps foolishly, he thought, he gave her the time to regain her old 'composure'.

Then Gem stepped back, one stride. It was enough. She was back.

"I...sniff...I will get Flare back..."

Roger interrupted, "We will get her back!"

She smiled for a second, then became all seriousness. "Yes, we will! I know where she is kept, and I have the means of getting access to her. But first we must get to the Temple of the Brisingamen, which will not be easy. Desiree knows we are here and, probably, where we are headed."

"Just let her stop me...er...us!" Roger firmly added.

"You must first get the Brisingamen..."

"No!" Roger barked back, into his heroic, muscle over brains mode. "Get Flare..."

"Don't start acting like a MAN, Man!" Gem roared back, her old complete self again. "The Brisingamen is more important than any Elf, including me! Only then will you save Flare!"

"Me?! I thought it was US?!"

Gem looked at Roger with a cold, unusual determination. "I will participate. But I have a...different fate in this battle." Then she turned to Hermione, still tied upon her horse.

Roger followed Gem's eyes, and saw the small, totally evil smirk on the schoolgirl Mage's beautiful face.

It sent chills up his spine.

Flare regained consciousness in a cavern. Not a natural one, however, but something hewn out of solid rock long ago. She was laying on a rock, jutting up from the floor some three feet, located approximately in the center of the cavern. The rock was shaped like a form fitting couch, with depressions strategically placed for her shoulders, legs, buttocks...

There was also jutting rises on the rock which forced up her head, arms and heels a few inches above her naked trunk. The grooves her legs fit in were in a horizontal 'V', about sixty degrees apart. And when she raised her head up from its smooth rock 'pillow', she could clearly see that much of the rock had been removed from between her legs.

The entire rock was smooth, without a crease or sharp bump. It felt warm and dry, though smooth enough to slide on. She almost instinctively knew that it had been smoothed down by Elf flesh. Centuries of soft, warm, probably sweaty Elf flesh had sanded smooth the rock she lay in.

Why and how, in a Drow cavern, the rock had been smoothed and sanded into this specific form by luscious Elf flesh she didn't want to think about.

Not remembering what she had always been told about the Drow.

And what they did to their captives!

She quickly realized that she couldn't get off this couch-like rock, even if she wanted, for when she raised her hands, or legs, she got them only a couple of feet up before being rudely stopped by hair ropes attached securely to her wrists and ankles. The ropes permitted only limited movement: she could almost bring her hands and feet together, no further.

The cavern had a ceiling that appeared to be around three times her height, from which hung on short chains some eight light globes. The walls, also hung with numerous light globes, were basically cylindrical in circumference, while the floor, looking almost polished flat, she estimated to be about one hundred and twenty feet in diameter. The walls, while not polished smooth, were without shadow making crease, and apparently contained some metals that did not tarnish, but remained reflective, aiding in the lighting. All in all, it wasn't as gloomy as she had been led to believe the Drow underdark should be.

At least not yet.

Realizing she couldn't get off the rock, and having observed all that was there, so far, in the cavern, Flare abruptly slumped back down into the surprisingly comfortable rock 'couch'. She felt quite good, physically. Being apparently in the hands of the Drow, she half expected to be poisoned half unconscious or sex mad, what with their predilection for poisons, poisons from some of the most esoteric arachnids and aphrodisiac fungi in the Land of Loki.

But she felt no tingles or heat, no panting or wild sweating flushes. In fact the effects of that damned Fairy Dust that Hermione had poisoned her with appeared to have subsided. She felt as good as she had ever felt...

Since leaving on this Loki Forsaken mission!

But, knowing what she did about the Drow, she expected her physical contentment to be only temporary!

Then she had a reason to feel dread. A simple iron door, across the room at her feet, opened and a single Drow stepped in, confirming her assumptions, and fears. She was tall for a Drow, a couple inches taller than Flare, about equal to Gem, and was absolutely naked.

Flare caught herself staring at the figure as she slowly but steadily strode towards her. Ebony skin with a wet shiny veneer, taut yet supple, moved and bent without crease as she walked. Her long head of brilliant white hair matched the small thatch of pubic hair that was found just atop her jutting sex mound. Her breasts were smaller than Flare's, but just as conically firm and her nipples, a good half dollar sized, were blazing red.

Between her strong, supple thighs her bald labia, extending down and out of her tight sex slit by a half inch, were a nipple matching crimson.

Her eyes were typically Elvish almond shaped and slightly red tinged. Her ears were extremely sharp at the tip, though no longer than Flare's. She had an arrogant, superior smirk that belied her attitude and thoughts towards Flare.

And, at that moment, Flare feared that the Drow was justified in smirking.

"Well!" the Drow said brightly as she approached. "My little Guild Elf is finally awake, is she?" Condescension fairly dripped from her words.

Flare exploded, nearly wrenching her arms from her shoulder sockets pulling on the more than strong enough cords binding her to the rock. "OOOO! How dare you! The Drow and Guild have had a peace treaty for a thousand years! And just how brave are the Drow, tying their captives down out of fear of the Guild!"

The Drow abruptly stopped, and her smug smile dropped.

Flare smiled in return at the Drow's discomfort.

Her momentarily anger.

The Drow almost immediately started forward again, not stopping or talking until she was standing next to the rock, looking down at the still furious looking Guild Elf.

She stood up at Flare's head, her pussy alongside the Elf's furiously red face. With sudden alarm, Flare could smell the Drow's pussy musk.

Poison? From her pussy?

She reminded herself silently to never let anything pass with the Drow. They were completely dishonest and untrustworthy.

Never trust a Drow.

"My dear is feeling alright?" The Drow softly, and dangerously, started up again. "You feel no injury from my blow?"

That reminded Flare of the sore spot at the direct back of her skull. But the pain was minor. And now she wouldn't have told the Drow that it hurt, even if her skull had been split open!

Flare just glared up at the again smirking Drow.

"Oh, where are my manners?" the Drow went on. "Let me introduce myself. I am Elhoel, of the Clan Elash Elghinn. I am your new Mistress!"

Flare jerked furiously at her bonds again, only this time in trying to grip Elhoel's throat. "No way, Drow Bitch!" she shrieked.

"Oh, way yes!" Elhoel laughed. "And you are Flare of the Guild, correct?"

Flare stopped and dropped her arms. "How?"

"Why, Gem...that is, Lady Gem, of course!"

Flare's eyes opened in expectation, and fear. "Gem! Is she..."

"Captured?" The Drow's smile leveled out into a grim line. "No! She was not taken. She is a...substantial warrior..."

Flare smiled and relaxed. "Good! I knew you couldn't take her!"

The Drow's smile returned. "Oh, it would have been possible! Just not practicable! But you were the key..."

"What do you mean?" Flare replied, suspicion crossing her beautiful face. Don't trust Drow!

"You were the 'gift' that persuaded me to let her go."

The Guild Elf gawked up at the broadly grinning Drow, shock momentarily crossing her face. Then her countenance calmed. "Good!" she said, with as much spite as she could gather. "It is all I could do to save the mission!"

Elhoel laughed, her voice like crystal in the echoing cavern. "You two must really be a pair! What is it about her, your Lady Gem? All those nights, laying on the huge, wide open grasslands with nothing but yourself to enclose you? Does she really taste that good when she sits on you face?"

Flare made a sour face and turned away. Drow would...could just never know, never understand...

"What if I sat on your face, Guild Elf? Would you tongue fuck me as deeply, as enthusiastically, as thoroughly as you obviously have performed on Gem?"

"I'll never...OOO! Why do you Drow torment helpless captives? Does that make you feel more powerful! I would never betray my lo...er, my partnership with My Lady Gem! Now, do your worse to me, Drow Bitch! Bring on your spiders and your mindless slave male dwarfs! Let me show you some real courage! Guild courage!"

Elhoel's laughter died away and she looked down at the determined, fierce looking Elf with an actual friendly smile. "My Dear, I do not doubt your courage. Not since the battle this morning." She placed her right hand on Flare's flat belly, just below her navel and right over her womb. Powerfully, but gently, she kneaded the Elf's smooth, firm bellyflesh, making her flesh jump and the Elf gasp. "And, My Dear, I will sit on your face, and you will enjoy servicing me, your Mistress! But not right now!"

"Then what will happen to me?" Flare growled, pulling again on her restraints.

"You are mine!" Elhoel said, purposefully. "You might as well accept that! No one has ever rescued a captive from my Clan, and your Lady Gem will just wind up where you are, at my limited mercy, if she tries. So you should accept your fate: Serving under me! But, as you have implied, Drow are justly famous for their alliances with the creatures of the underdark and have been rewarded with many varied and potent poisons for our honorable use. You know that with a minor, nearly painless bite of the Sleeping Spider, of which I have many, I could reduce you to a mindless playtoy. And, just inhaling my Clan's Libidovenom, made from the terrifying Libidocrystal, I can have you begging me to permit you to tongue-fuck my entire family for the rest of your existence!"

Flare just stared up at the belly pawing Drow, temporarily silenced with the realization that what Elhoel had just said was no idle boast. She could really do those things to her, at her whim.

"But, my Dear Elf, I will soon have many Guild Elves to intoxicate and enjoy at my leisure! I do not need to use poisons on you! I need to satisfy my Queen's instructions!"

The Drow looked to her right, then to her left, then bent over the tied down Elf. "Do you know that Desiree has plans for...your Queen Thora and, especially, her daughter, your Princess Margarita?"

"What?! How? What? Tell me!" Flare screeched.

Elhoel laughed. "That is not your reason for being here! I will tell you, though, that you know what the requirements are to replace your Queen, once she is taken in battle! Yes, you remember, I see it in your eyes! If your Princess is impregnated, that 'MAN' takes possession of her throne! Well, my Queen Embla is well aware of Desiree's plans for your Queen and Princess. I will tell you that the Drow, too, have their plans to foil Desiree and usurp your Queen's Throne! For your own good! Yes! To prevent Desiree from seizing the Guild Throne, the Drow will act to aid our sisters in the Guild. And you will participate!"

"Never!"

The Drow just chuckled. "Oh, I am sure you will participate, and enjoy it! You see, the Drow are well aware of the Guild Elf propensity for...servicing their mounts, shall we say, after a long day riding?"

Flare shut her mouth and turned away from the Drow.

Elhoel abruptly reached down and pulled a knife from a hidden compartment at the base of the rock. Flare didn't realize she even had it until the Drow had cut the bonds of her feet! She then watched, wide eyed, as the Drow freed her wrists!

"So, I told my Queen Embla that you would be a perfect test case for our...candidate for the prestigious Guild Throne! You should be honored to meet him!" And the Drow stepped back from the rock and, turning, made for the door from which she had entered.

"HIM!" Flare gasped, raising her head, staring at the smooth, round, black ass of the retreating Drow.

Elhoel reached the door and wasted no time opening it. Then she stepped back.

Flare gasped when she saw what stepped in. The glowing red eyes of the new comer met Flare's.

And suddenly everything changed...

The Princess hurried down the long, empty corridor leading to her Mother, the Queen's, Courtroom and its adjacent Councilors Antechamber. It had been deliberate, designing the Castle of Elhoel with the private chambers located at the opposite end from the public courts and meeting rooms. It was intended that she should have no contact, better yet interaction, with the various councilors, secretaries, and other members of the Queen's Court until she was old enough to begin her responsibilities in what would become, eventually, Her Court.

The hall was a good half a kilometer long, from the outermost door at the border of her private rooms to the Queen's Court, and, this day, was empty. Not a guard, who would usually be located every forty feet or so, and half that closer to the Courtroom, could be found the entire length of the corridor, this day. Windows along one wall, opposite each a closed door of an empty office, let copious streams of sunlight in as she both tried to hurry down the hall while maintaining her regal dignity and posture. Each doorway was ten feet from the next. Each had a sumptuous upholstered chair alongside.

Thousands of them down the seemingly endless hallway.

The Princess was wearing her usual: a form fitting, ankle length single piece long sleeve dress, closed from her neck to the tops of her dainty feet with soft, taut cloth. Nearly absolute white, the cloth was stretched, in places, nearly to the rending point by the Princess' youthful form. She had 'filled out' (as her nurse put it) quite a bit over the past eighteen months. Downright dramatically, her Mother would have said.

Her hips, especially. Her 'charms' had grown by this day so much that she could barely wriggle her wide hip bones and impressively filled out buttocks into her dress! And since the concept of 'underwear' had not been introduced as yet, there was nothing else to worry about getting into, once the dress was on!

Her breasts were the other part of her anatomy that had dramatically changed...enlarged actually, in the past eighteen months. While her jutting 'more than a man's handful' of girl suckling delight couldn't possibly challenge the Queen's nearly twice as massive, pear shaped boobs, she was still teen-girl firm, forming a nearly perfect pair of cones atop her chest that jiggled up and down most tautly as she hurried down the corridor. Her nipples, the diameter of a bronze coin and also conically 'puffy', persistently and vividly pushed out her dress even more emphatically than did her actual bosom!

Both her Nurse, as well as her Mother, had been forced to reprimand her for her immodest behavior before the only men she ever saw...the Palace Guard. Her sin? Walking before the rigid, silent, powerful protectors of her Mother's Queendom.

Of course, to be honest (and Princesses must always be honest! Her Mother had always told her!) she had, occasionally, went 'out of her way' in order to stroll...no, saunter past those men.

It hadn't been until last year that she first noticed the reactions she got from some...just some, of the silent Guards when she had passed them. It hadn't been until last year at this time that she had gotten that first thrill of catching a formerly placid, at rigid attention male Guard staring at her after she had slowly, carefully walked past him!

Staring at a certain part of her!

It was evil of her, she knew, even without mentioning it to her Nurse or, the Divine Gods forbid, her Mother! She shouldn't torment those poor men!

It was so wicked of her! When she stepped out in the morning just to stretch in the courtyard outside her apartments, in her little private courtyard at the wall with the Guard's Headquarters on the other side. With the huge, wide open double door gate at the edge of her courtyard which led to the headquarters where dozens of young, strong, off duty Guardsmen milled about, talking, joking, horsing around as young healthy men do while sipping their morning wine...then sudden and absolute silence over the headquarters and her courtyard when she raised her arms and stretched oh so luxuriantly in the brisk morning air.

The brisk air that stiffened the nipples she 'innocently' thrust out at them.

Thrust out at them all, from her gruff old 'Uncle', the Commandant of the Guard, down to the rookies standing, wide mouthed, at the wide open gate, not a one of them able to look away!

And when the stretch was done, turning on her heal and slowly, carefully swaying her hips with each precise, regal, little step, she would return. She swore she heard moans from behind her as she reentered her apartments.

She was so wicked!

Of late she had been catching more Guards looking, and smiling when she caught them! And she had been hearing more than moans, too! Just three days before she distinctly overheard one say to the other, "Look at the crack our Princess carries!"

She had to admit it had shocked her. No one had ever commented about her, at least in earshot, before! It thrilled her, but embarrassed her, too.

Furthermore, his remark could have cost him his head!

After the comment of her Guard she had studied her image in her mirror, long and hard. It was true, she realized, that when she was standing upright not only were her buttocks jutting out way more than they had last year, but, in her light colored dresses (the majority of her clothing) you could definitely see a dark shadow between them!

It wouldn't have taken much imagination, if your were a man, to visualize the deep crevice that actually separated, if imperfectly, her this year's abruptly plumper yet still firm buns.

She was wicked! Teasing these men was not all girlish fun!

And these definitely were men! For nearly a year now she had been noticing, once in a very great while, that...something would cause men's...when a man was not wearing his cod-piece and she was being wicked...and...something would swell and jump in his loins as he stared at her 'charms'!

That frightened her! Remembering the image of that...thing...flexing under his tights was the closest thing to terror she could remember since her days as a child waking up during a storm!

But she couldn't stop thinking about it! And looking for it in the Guards! It was the most exciting mystery in her life!

Right now!

She couldn't run away from it, nor could she actually reach out and grab one of the Guards and find out exactly what it was...

Of course she knew what it was called! She was a grown up girl...woman, a Princess! Her nurse had talked long on...sex. It was, actually, her first responsibility to her Queendom! That thing she thought so much about, but didn't want to, was called a penis! Men had them in order to impregnate their ladies...when the Queen said it was appropriate!

But she had no books illustrating the thing, and, naturally, she hadn't, couldn't really, reach out and grab a Guard's...

So she really didn't know what it was...like...

She had never really even seen a man, any male, naked. The Guards were the only men she had ever seen. She really never got very close to any of them, at least not alone, except on very rare occasions in her Courtyard on in the corridors of the Castle.

Which helps explain why she could count all of the verbal or physical responses by the Guards to her physical presence on one hand.

Her father, the King, was away. He had been away, the Queen had told her, since before she had been born. Away on the borders fighting the monstrous Orc and Mage invader. The invader that had tried to overrun the Queendom over a hundred years ago, and her Father's Great-grandfather had left to meet them. Except for the Guards, every male of fighting age had subsequently left for the border to withstand the constant invasion. For four generations her land had been ruled by the Queens, her Great-grandmother on. It would be her turn, soon enough.

She had never met her Father. Except from letters, albeit sent regularly and often, given to her by her Mother, she had never even heard from him. The letters were long, detailed, and filled with love, instruction, and encouragement from Him, but still were a poor substitute.

And they indicated, even to a young teenaged woman-child, that her Father would not be coming back from the border. Just like his father, grandfather, and Great-grandfather.

She had asked, many times, to be permitted to visit him, but had always been told that it was too dangerous. That she was the promise of her country. That only warriors could hope to survive for anytime at all in that deadly, horrible place.

She was intended for other purposes than dying from the sword of an orc!

She was just a child, she ruminated as she quickened her step down the abnormally long corridor.

But things were going to be different!

This was her Anniversary! The big one! All would change now!

What Anniversary, she had no idea. All she knew about it was that it wasn't her Anniversary in terms of something she did in the past. It was her Mother's, the Queen's Anniversary, the sixteenth Anniversary.

But it represented something very big to the Princess! It was the beginning of her duties as the future ruler of this Queendom! She would be doing many things for her future Queendom, for many, many years she would be responsible for many tasks. But this one, her first, was the most important of all!

But her Nurse, as well as her Mother, had told her many times over the last five years that this would be the beginning of her taking over the reigns of leadership of the Queendom. The country literally depended on her properly performing this, her first task as an adult Princess in line for the Throne!

Now, if she knew what 'her first duty' was!

She finally reached the towering oaken doors leading into her Mother's, the Queen's, Council Antechamber. The doors were straddled by the only Guards, two of them, she had seen that morning. She paused a moment to catch her breath and smooth down the cloth of her almost slinky dress. She hoped her deep red nipples and dark asscrack didn't show through this dress!

She couldn't help a little feminine, and most mature, pleasure when she caught each of the towering, young men 'looking her over' as she smoothed her form fitting, at the very least, clothing down her hourglass figure. It was just their eyes that moved off attention, but it was enough to send very delightful thrills down her spine. And, from the goal of the men's brief, silent, but most intense stares, she was convinced that her nipples were showing through!

Having given the Guards their 'reward', the Princess rose to her maximum height (giving the men one last memorable view of the pinkish cones jutting out through her dress) and, nodding briskly to the Guards, who immediately and hastily regained their full attention, watched them open the doors.

She walked past the Guards with all the regal stride and calm pomp she could muster. She swore she could feel their leering gaze on her buttocks as she strode into the room. Just inside the doors she stopped and, as per protocol, waited until the doors closed behind her.

Some twenty feet before her was the long, oaken desk used by the Councilors in their infrequent meetings. This day there were four women, seated on the other side of the desk from her. One, the second from the left, was her mother, the Queen. The other three were 'Councilors', she had been told to call them. She didn't like them.

Her mother, the Queen, was as regal and beautiful as always. Long, yellow blond hair, exactly matching the Princess' golden locks, ran with complicated, though natural, curves far down her back. Her face was held in a formal, courtroom posture, though one with a slight, all too motherly, smile for her all grown up daughter. Her figure showed that her 'grown-up' daughter still had a way to go to become fully 'grown-up'! Above the table, outlined by a dress that seemed to match the Princess' in taut, form hugging style, her breasts jutted out nearly twice as far as her daughter's. Certainly they weren't in any way conical, but their pear shaped fullness was in an entirely different category of feminine attractiveness.

And her more oblong, but just as big as her daughter's, nipples too shown their fiery redness though the Queen's semitransparent dress!

Under the table the Princess knew that her mother's hips were proportionate to her breasts. Obviously wider than her daughter's, the Queen's hips possessed a pair of buns well in advance in development of her daughter's just getting started ass. Her thighs, too, were fuller, though still smooth, firm and powerful.

The Princess just hoped that, someday, she would be as beautiful as her mother!

The other three...the 'Councilors', were of a beauty all their own. And the Princess recognized that she was being kind! Inches taller than her mother, towering over the Princess, they were somewhat thinner in build, but still with noticeably large, firm breasts, taut, narrow waists, and quite feminine hips. It was just, compared to the voluptuous Queen (and her developing Daughter), they were distinctly less feminine.

Or human! Her daughter had blurted out in the past.

"Now, now, my Dear!" her mother had always responded, "They are my most important and respected Councilors, absolutely essential for my Reign. You mustn't be too critical of them! They worked with your grandmother, and they will work with you! You must learn to respect and love them, as I did!"

"Mother," the Princess said, starting towards the table. "I come at your command to do my service to our nation!" She shopped about five feet short of the table, then bowed her head.

Pointedly she bowed directly to the Queen.

A little smile broke her regal demeanor when she saw the mouth of the 'Councilor' on her mother's left frown oh so briefly and slightly.

"My Dear," came back the serene Queen, "you look beautiful today, on your Anniversary!"

The Queen turned to the 'Councilor' on her left. With a little start, and a broad smile to replace the little frown, she replied, "Yes! My Dear Queen, yes! She looks perfect for her Anniversary!" Her voice was deep for a woman's, and husky.

The Princess thought the woman's eyes, slightly tinted red, leered at her too much like the youngest and least disciplined of the Guard's men did. And their ears ended in points!

That was not natural!

"Thank you, devoted Councilor! I see where my mother has found the trust she has in your decision making!" The Princess replied, without a nod.

She turned back to the Queen. "My Queen, I am prepared for my task this Anniversary! What is your command?"

Under the table, out of sight of the Princess, the First Councilor, who had just addressed the Princess, laid her right hand upon the Queen's upper thigh. Then squeezed.

With unnatural strength she slid her fingers down the inside of the Queen's thigh, till they were just alongside the woman's pussy, then squeezed. Just enough to indicate the right of the First Councilor to grope the Queen whenever she cared to.

The Queen hardly moved a muscle. She was used to such familiarity. "You may depart, my C...Child! The carriage is outside the Courtroom entrance."

With another curt nod, the Girl turned and left the room. As the doors closed behind the Princess, the Queen whispered, "Be safe, my Darling!"

The First Councilor nodded to the councilor on the Queen's other side, who stood and went to the doors where she dismissed the Guards and then locked the doors.

As the councilor went to the doors, the First Councilor looked at the staring straight ahead Queen, and sneered. "You do not need to worry about your child, My Dear!" she said, rising to stand behind the motionless, fear frozen Queen. She took a moment to stroke the Queen's golden (as opposed to the councilors, who all had straight, coal black) hair before bending over and giving the Queen's right cheek a peck with her blood red lips. Into her ear the Councilor added, "She is not going anywhere that you didn't sixteen years ago! She will not meet anyone but whom you did, on your Anniversary! She will not be doing anything but what you did, on your Anniversary, sixteen years ago! And you survived it, did you not?"

The First Councilor bent lower and nuzzled, then kissed, the Queen's long, regal throat. "If I remember, which I do, you rather enjoyed your Anniversary! I am sure she will...love hers?" The First Councilor raised her head, then looked down at the huge tent forming in the front of her own dress. Whatever was forming that tent wasn't through growing, for the tent continued to extend, jumping and flexing, as she bent back to the now quivering Queen's neck.

She reached under the Queen's sweaty armpits and filled her abnormally long fingers with royal boobs. Finding the Queen's nipples already pebble hard, the First Councilor caught them between her forefinger and thumb and, as she just pressed her fangs against the flesh of the Queen's neck, she pinched.

"OOOH!" the Queen moaned, mortally stricken, as her grimacing head fell back against the strong, very strong, shoulder of the First Councilor.

The other councilor, turning from locking the doors, sported a big smile and a fully extended tube running up the inside of her dress past her navel (if she ever had had a navel). Staring at the Queen's mauled melons, she advanced, tube swaying stiffly and jerkily side to side under her dress.

The First Councilor ran her hot, wet mouth and sharp fangs up the Queen's neck to her ear and then back. The Queen reached up and back while turning her face towards her tormentor, "Please!" she barely gasped out before their lips met.

"Don't beg me, my Queen!" The First Councilor said when the first kiss was broken. "A Ruler mustn't beg..." The First Councilor crushed the Queen in another kiss.

After that kiss the First Councilor rose. "Stand!" she ordered.

The Queen, whimpering, obeyed immediately. Then she felt the catches on the back of her dress give way to inhumanly strong fingers. She closed her eyes in near ecstasy as her dress was pulled off her shoulders and down. Only a momentary snag of the dress upon her rock hard nipples interfered with drawing the gown to the floor.

Stripped naked, the Queen opened her eyes to see the Councilor across the table pull her gown off her shoulders and lower it to the floor. The massive phallus that flew up, drooling all over the oaken table, caught her vision. Then the First Councilor pressed her own huge bulge right between the Queen's bulging buns.

The Queen panted, loudly and embarrassingly. "Please!"

"'Please', my Dear? Are you begging?" The First Councilor husked into her ear, making her hackles rise. "Do you wish to beg for my services?"

The Queen closed her eyes, then nodded.

"Assume the proper position, 'My Queen!'" Said the First Councilor.

At once the Queen turned around. Looking down, first, to see the monstrous bulge pointing at her navel, she sat on the table, then immediately laid back. Watching the First Council remove her own dress, the Queen spontaneously threw her legs up until her knees were alongside her babyfeeders.

The First Councilor's organ was even fatter than the prior Councilor's. Her balls hung nearly to her knees.

She gripped the Queen by her hips and pulled her towards her, until the Queen's bulging buttocks were on the edge of the polished table. Then the First Councilor pressed her fist sized glans between the Queen's floppy, soaked labia. "Now, you may beg for my 'Guidance'!" the First Councilor smirked, pressing her cock home into Royal pussy.

The Queen reached out and gripped the First Councilor by her narrower, rock hard hips and pulled on her frantically. "Yes! Please! I'll beg! I am begging! PLEASE!"

Looking up at the other naked Councilor who's prick was drooling into the Queen's splayed hair, the First Councilor replied. "Just think how much our sweet, little Princess will enjoy my 'Guidance', too!"

While the other two 'Councilors' chuckled, the First looked back down at the sweaty, frantic, pleading Queen, and thrust.

The Queen screamed.

The Princess had walked this path before. Many times before. As a matter of fact, she had walked it every year, on this date, since she could walk. And her Nurse had told her many times that before she could walk, she had carried the Princess along this very path each day of Anniversary.

It was a simple enough path: Right through the darkest part of the forest, never visited by anyone but the bravest Rangers, who never touched her path. It was approximately a kilometer in distance, mostly flat, regularly straight, 'paved' in carefully tendered, fresh spring grass. The grass was so smooth and luxurious (virgin grass, no one's foot but the Princess' ever walked upon it) that you could sleep on it. It was so free of rocks and stones that she could walk it in her bare feet, as required by tradition. It was kept in such pristine condition by hereditary farmers only and just for this day.

The towering trees on each side gave her cool shadow as she walked, and the going went quickly. She already knew where the path led, having walked it fourteen times previously. The path ended at a rock face much too high to climb and much too wide for easy transversing around the mini-mountain.

But this time the path ended at a...cave.

She stood at the former end of the path, staring into what seemed to be an ancient cave opening. A good five meters tall and at least that wide, it did not look recently cut into the rock. There were no rocks scattered about the entrance. It had been here awhile.

She hesitated, bewildered and not a little frightened. She was not the type of girl who walked into just any cave, uninvited.

But the tradition of the Anniversary, taught to her since a child, was that she had to walk the entire path. And she could clearly see the grassy path continued into the cave...

But she was a woman, now! And a Princess! You had to have courage to be a Princess!

With a deep breath, let out slowly, she stepped into the cave's opening.

Within a few steps she entered a cavern, illuminated by simple but strange looking glowing globes hanging from the ceiling and walls. This cavern obviously looked constructed, the chisel marks still showed even though they had been expertly smoothed. It was higher than the cave entrance, and much wider than it. She guessed some 35 meters wide.

And there was a rock, located in the almost exact center of the floor. A big, somewhat rectangular shaped, black rock.

Then, with a start, she heard something. Turning slightly, ready to bolt, she waited, willing her panting to quiet.

Then she heard it again. It was a 'clop', almost like her horse would make walking on stone. Like the stone floor in this cavern!

Then there was another, loud enough to betray its direction. Turning to her right, she saw a darkened opening, not unlike an extra-wide doorway. The next clop came directly from that opening.

Then she saw something! The long, brilliantly white face of a...horse!

The animal kept walking into the dim light of the cavern, its red tinged eyes seemingly fixed on the Princess'. When it was fully exposed, it stopped.

The Princess was enthralled! Never had she seen such a...beautiful animal! While it wasn't as large as her riding horse, it was perfect in its dimensions and form. Its shoulders bulged with sleek, strong muscle. Not too much to break its symmetry. Just enough.

Eyes wide and shiny, the Princess stepped towards the animal as if truly enthralled. Every part of him, and she was convinced this was a male animal, was perfect. His poise, his musculature, his short, white coat, all presented immense, but restrained, power.

She began to feel a strange sensation, deep in her belly, as she closed with the animal.

Then she saw something¬something sticking out of his forehead! A bone!

The animal kept its reddish eyes on hers as she stared at the freak, pointed bone jutting from his forehead. She ran through her memory. There had been something, in an old nursery rhyme, about an animal with one horn in its forehead...Of course, a 'unicorn'!

But unicorn's were perverted, male animals who deflowered virgins and...

"You really don't need to think about such things, My Princess!" suddenly filled the cavern.

Did...HE...say that? The Unicorn?

She saw the animal's lips move, and heard, "I wish you no harm, My Dear! I am Ethylbert, and I am the quest for the Princess of this Kingdom. You are said Princess?"

Eyes wide, just a few steps from that mesmerizing horn, the Princess nodded. Strangely, however, her memory had to recall that 'Ethylbert' had been the name of her Great Grandfather, who had been the first to go off to war the monsters trying to invade...

"Come to me child, I wish to serve you!"

She reached the animal and instinctively touched its neck, just as with her own horse. The touch was warm, and smooth, and delightful. Suddenly, without real forethought, she wrapped her arms around the unicorn's neck and pressed her right cheek to his now hot, firm, smooth skin. Her eyes closed in utter bliss as the warm of him spread through her face. She could feel his muscles, oh so strong and firm, move under her arms and face. The hardly tapped power, sliding under his flesh, awakened feelings in her she had never felt.

Feelings of wanting to spend eternity up against a hot, powerful animal.

She suddenly wanted to wrap herself around this awesome beast!

She reached up and touched his horn. It, too, was hot, and smooth, and unyieldingly hard. She traced her hand up to its tip, then back again. Then her hand smoothly, almost irresistibly, wrapped around the base.

She shuddered with the power her virginal hand told her was kept just under its surface. Masculine power. Her thighs quivered as wicked thrills, like those she got when she knew the Guards were leering at her, flew up her spine.

She turned her head, pressing the left side of her face to his flesh, and gawked at his flanks...

Smooth and perfectly muscled, his flanks carried an addition enticement, one she had never realized before and didn't immediately recognize. Her eyes traced the crystal white outline of his hips, down his thighs, then around under his belly...

His belly was round, but hardly fat or flabby. Studying the curve, the firm skin over the underlying muscle, of his belly started the fires up...the divine Gods help her!...between her thighs! And she had no reason to explain why!

Except all horses she had ever ridden had been female.

And there was...something down there that had never been down there on any of her mounts!

"Come, My Child, it is time for me to give you the service that is my responsibility this day!" the unicorn said in a very masculine, though somewhat aged, voice.

"How? What is to be your service to me?"

"I cannot tell you, it must be shown...demonstrated to you. Now, to the Altar..." The Unicorn flicked its muzzle towards the stone in the center of the room.

"Altar?" the Princess said, looking at the stone, thoroughly confused. "There?" she pointed. "Why?"

Giving her a quick, but gentle, nudge in the back with his snout, the Unicorn started her staggering forward. Before she could stagger more than one step, he deftly caught the ties at the back of her dress in his teeth and...

She hardly noticed, at first, how loose her dress had suddenly gotten. She did finally notice as her dress slipped off her shoulders to puddle atop her flaring hips as her stagger liquidly and regally became a walk. Now she looked back at him with her suddenly and impressively naked shoulder, not without an irritated frown creasing her beautiful face. But she didn't stop walking towards the 'Altar' and her perfectly pointed, firm and conical breasts quivered in short, brisk, quick jumps in time with each dainty step.

Right before the, now glaring, red eyes of the openly leering Unicorn.

At the Altar the Princess stared at the impression upon the black stone. It almost looked like when she laid down in the snow...

It was! There was the depression for a head, and the two grooves for the, immodestly spread wide, legs... And what were those two deeper and rounder impressions right above where the legs came together?

Oh, my! She realized, clenching her rotund buttocks reflexively.

Her buns would just fit in those!

Oh, MY!

Then she felt the Unicorn grip the back of her half dropped dress at the back of her waist and tug. And her dress was abruptly puddled around her ankles!

"What do you think you are do..." She started to berate the Unicorn for his liberty towards her clothing, turning around quickly to deliver a most appropriate tongue lashing, when her very first admonition caught in her throat at what she saw jutting out from between the animal's rear thighs.

She stood there, mouth gaping and eyes wide, at...she knew what it was called, she had just never SEEN one. Just seen them jumping on the Guards around her who didn't wear cod-pieces!

It was...huge! Thick as a cannon barrel, it seemed, and as long as her leg, she had finally seen a real, live penis!

But on a Unicorn!

It jutted straight as a spear out from between the Unicorn's rear legs, easily half way to his front legs. It stuck out, bobbing slightly and throbbing noticeably in her shocked, and enthralled, teen eyes. And what was those two melon sized, egg shaped orbs hanging in a wrinkled skin sack halfway to the ground?

Of course she knew...testicles! And she could smell them!

Gross!

Well, kinda gross. The smell kinda grew on you.

The Princess was panting in no time.

"'What am I up to'?" the Unicorn said, stepping up to the wide eyed and stark naked Princess. "I am here to service you!"

"With THAT?!" she blurted out, pointing needlessly at the sex cannon bobbing under the Unicorn's firm, round belly.

"Smart as a whip!" he replied, then he pushed her with his snout right between her hard nippled tits, forcing her up upon the end of the stone Altar. "Just like your mother!"

Looking side to side to find herself halfway upon the stone, she quickly brought her vision back, with an angry frown, upon the Unicorn at that last remark. "My Mother!? What is that supposed to mean?"

He pushed her again, and she fell backwards until she reached back and supported her upper body with her hands and arms. "Look, my Dear, its been awhile since I last...uh, serviced a Princess! Sixteen years to be exact. I need to release some...pressure first. Then we can talk all you want, Princess! Ok?"

Her anger dissipated into sudden fear when the towering Unicorn jumped up with remarkable dexterity and planted his two front hooves between her hands and her ribs. Then he looked down at her feminine charms laid out before him. "My, My, my Dear! You are really something! Just like your mother, sixteen years ago!"

Gawking up at him, she stammered, "M...My mom? You? What?"

She swore the Unicorn smirked down at her. "Well, my Dear, take a look at your future!"

"Oh! By the Gods!" she squeaked as she watched him hump his mighty flanks forward and his awesome pole shot up between her legs and then, his glans, over her heaving navel, belched a cupful of yellow-white tapioca ball-pudding all over her belly.

"EEEWWWUUU! Gross!" she made a face as the wormy stuff greasily slid down the smooth sides of her belly and began running towards her loins. "What is that stuff?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

She had just never seen, or smelt, semen before.

"You'll love it, in just a few minutes, my Dear!" The Unicorn replied, pressing his firm, heavy belly down on the near panicking Princess, forcing her upon her back. "In just a few minutes, just like your mother!"

"No!" the Princess squealed, starting to drop under the massive weight of the animal atop her.

"No!" Flare squealed. Then, eyes flying open, head turning frantically around her, she fixed on the mass of horse-like flesh pressing down on her. She was upon the rock Altar, still! And a horse was upon her! How?

Then she looked up at the horse's white head and saw the horn. "You!" she gasped.

The Unicorn looked down at her. "Well, what'd you expect?" Then he looked back. "Dammit, Elhoel! Can't you keep your mouth off my balls for a moment! You broke my concentration!"

Flare gawked down between her legs and saw the Unicorn's, impressively huge, balls hanging. But they had black hands clutching them!

Then Elhoel peeked around on side of his head sized nuts, and smiled sheepishly. At least, as sheepishly as a Drow could be. "Sorry! Should have warned you! But, don't worry, you've kept your concentration up on more occasions with more distractions than me licking your balls!"

"What?!" Flare gasped.

The Drow looked at her. "I thought that you Guild Elves were so used to sucking your mounts while in the field. I'm certain you'll enjoy serving under one!"

"Sucking?!" the Unicorn gasped, looking back at Elhoel, then down, with a big smile, at Flare, who didn't smile back. "For real? To completion? Swallow it? Tell me, after I'm done with your pussy, how's about a little..."

"NO!" Flare screamed back. "No way! I'm not about to let you f...f...fuck me, better yet 'service' you! Guild don't fuck..."

"I know, 'anyone but Loki'!" Elhoel said with a sigh. "Well, I know otherwise! And I'm going to show you that Guild Elves fuck anyone with a big, fat, long, hard, tallywacker!"

"Let me up!" Flare screamed, punching the brute atop her in the side. Hard.

He hardly blinked. "Irritable, isn't she! I much prefer her in Princess garb!"

"What are you talking about?!" Flare yelled, nearly hysterical.

"My, my, you are worked up!" Elhoel smirked, getting up and standing next to Flare's head. "Well, if you must know, before 'Impaler' her goes to work on you..."

"No way!" Flare interrupted.

"Now, don't interrupt. Once Impaler gets his mind set on fucking an Elf, he hasn't got a lot of patience. And yes, that's his name! You will see, soon, that it is an appropriate name! But, you remember those Unicorns Lord Loki left in the Impassible Mountains before he...left?"

Calming slowly, Flare nodded.

"Well, he didn't let them loose, he actually gave them to the Drow..."

"Gave?" Impaler broke in, and his prick, still arched over Flare's nether regions, jerked mightily and slapped down on the Elf's cum covered belly.

"Oof!" went Flare.

"Ok, it was an alliance between the fifteen Unicorns and the different Clans of the Drow. You see, Lord Loki realized that, having to keep the Guild in their place, under him, would take so much time that he wouldn't have enough to service the Drow properly. So he gave us the next best thing to a Godcock...horsecock!"

"You mean...he...uh, Impaler...penetrates...fucks you Drow?" Flare was naively shocked.

The Drow turned away with an exasperated look.

"Don't knock it until you tried it," Impaler replied. He laid his huge piece of meat down upon Flare's sticky, heaving belly. "Elhoel, here, has gotten downright addicted to doggie style." Impaler grinned, just like...Roger.

Flare looked over at Elhoel with a grin and swore she saw, for the first time, a Drow blush.

"Enough of this!" she came back. "Get this over with, Impaler, so I can get some!"

"What?!" Flare gasped, starting to struggle. "I don't want this!"

"You will!" the Drow said with an awfully certain smirk. "Impaler, put her back under! She'll be much more cooperative as a 'Princess'!"

"Princess? I remember...a dream?" Flare said, beginning to wince as the terribly hot and heavy prick pressed down on her embarrassingly stiff clit.

"She's as smart as a whip!" Impaler said, moving slightly to get into position. "I can excite the...Limbic Region of the brain. Wasn't that what that Human Mage, who used to be a doctor, told us? You know her, I fucked her couple winters ago. Real nice piece, as long as her mind lasted."

Elhoel stepped up. "Don't listen to him, he's all balls. See the horn? Its attuned to that Limbic Region in the brains of everybody, Humans, all Elves, even female Dark Lords. That Mage told us that Elves have even bigger Limbic Regions than Humans. The Limbic Region is where dreams, foretellings, spiritual experiences originate from. His horn can stimulate that region directly, creates really, really, really deep and absorbing dreams. Can really get to a girl, if he fucks her enough. But don't worry, I won't let him fuck you that much. He's got to impregnate you first..."

"What?!"

Elhoel chuckled. "Oh, did I forget to tell you? Well, Lord Loki felt so bad about knocking up your Bitch, Thora, that he decided to let Unicorns be able to impregnate Elves, namely Drow, as compensation. I figure that includes Guild Elves! So, after we get Thora out of the way, guess who gets to knock up Margarita? None other than Impaler, here! He promised to give up the throne to Queen Embla, in exchange for having all you Guild Elves as a harem! I figure, as big a bunch of sluts you guys are, there'd be no trouble. That is, once you've seen what he's packing!"

"Now good," Impaler said, beginning to move. "Now that the history lesson is finished, may I?"

"No!" Flare gasped, watching the prick laying on her belly and between her thighs begin to move back. "You can't. It won't...it won't fit!"

"I wouldn't say that!" The Drow laughed. "Guild Elves a well know for being flexible!"

But Impaler was moving, backwards, drawing that long, heavy, hot and slick cock right over Flare's jutting little sex button. Flare's teeth clamped together with an audible click, then her head flew back. She stared up at the smirking Unicorn as his cock slid completely through her legs. Then, as the cockhead pressed into her soaked slit, Flare saw his horn glow...

"No!" the Princess exclaimed again, but this time it came out as a pitiful moan as her back came to rest on the indention made for it in the Altar. "Please!" she gasped breathlessly as the fist sized...glans pressed resolutely against, and into, her most precious opening. "I'm a virgin!"

Then the Unicorn closed his eyes and jerked his hips forward, once.

The Princess screeched an ear splitting, but mercifully brief goodbye to her girlhood.

"As easy as your mother!" the Unicorn, eyes still closed in bliss, mumbled.

"What?" the helpless Princess gasped up with the mention of her mother.

The Unicorn opened his eyes and looked down, not without compassion. "It was the same way with your mother, Princess. And she loved what came after, just like you will!"

The bewildered look on the girl's face forced the explanation out of him. "My Dear, I am your Great Grandfather. Believe me, I am! I was cursed when I lost the great battle between the humans of my Kingdom and the...mythical beasts who came out of no-where and who fought with magical weapons for which we had no defense. They thought it would be a big joke to make me the progenitor of all the Queens that have ruled and will continue to rule. Including you!"

"Great-Grandfather? Then..."

"The beasts won. They conquered all. But there were not enough to suppress our large population, so they used Queens to keep up the appearance of human rule. To keep the lines of Queens going, since the Mythical beasts cannot sire human looking children with human females, they keep me here in this cave to impregnate a future Queen every sixteen years. Now it is your turn!"

"Impregnate!" the Princess gasped. "Then that is my task, to mother the next Princess so, sixteen years hence, you can..."

"Smart as a whip, just like your mother!" the Unicorn chuckled, then he thrust again.

And a half foot of arm thick meat slid, almost without resistance, up the Princess' yielding puss tube.

"OOOOO!" the Princess went, quite involuntarily, as she was impaled. When he stopped, she opened her eyes and looked up at him with a mixture of awe and utmost pleasure.

The Unicorn just smirked down at her, then said, as he started thrusting again, "Told you so!"

His cock sank in another near half foot, stopping only when it smashed into her virginal cervix and drove her womb up, forming a bulge just below her cum filled navel. Then he stopped and, looking down, watched the Princess explode beneath him.

The Princess had never felt anything like it. The wild nervous explosions seized every bit of her spinal cord, drowning her mind in rushing waves of bliss. She convulsed, fully pinned, under the still, but triumphant, Great Grandfather Unicorn.

Squealing, thrashing, mindlessly humping, the Princess threw her legs up and managed to cry out before another mind blasting wave of orgasmic nirvana claimed her, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't stop! I love you! Do it to me!"

Flare wrapped her arms around the sides of that hot, firm, substantial belly of the Unicorn while her legs gripped it lower down, as if she were riding her horse, only upside down underneath it. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't stop! I love you! Do it to me!"

No sooner did she come out of her 'dream' in wanton love for Unicorn meat than did she stop her whorish cries. Looking around her, again in shocked humilation, she realized where she really was.

"Damn it, Impaler! What now! She's no longer under!" the Drow barked again. She had a hand buried between her firm, athletic and smoothly anthric thighs, rubbing her dripping wet pussy while voyeuristically watching Impaler dominate and humiliated the Guild Elf. One of the Drow's favorite pasttimes.

Impaler looked over at the Drow. "You don't need to be under to enjoy my riding you! This Guild Elf is a real slut! Don't need no persuasion or dreams, now, to know her place!" He looked down at the meagerly struggling Flare, then grinned. "Under me, right 'Princess'?" Then he glanced at the still masturbating Elhoel, "Now shut up and let me do my work, or I won't fuck you later!"

The Drow, abruptly sulking, abruptly shut up.

Flare had never seen a Drow sulk before!

Then Impaler reared back about a foot, preparing to crush any resistance remaining in the Elf. Flare seemed to recognize the immediate danger she was in as that massive pole slid back through her slipperly and snug puss tube, and she redoubled her rib pounding attacks on the beast atop her.

But it was a beast atop her, pinning her down to the form fitting rock, and her best blows hardly did more than irritate Impaler as he finished his withdraw and steadied up his alignment of horsecock and Elven pussy. Even though Flare cried and screached, punched and kicked at him, he had no real difficulty in driving back, as hard as a runaway herd of bulls, into her willing and receptive girl guts.

Sliding almost without effort into and through her vagina, his massive, delicious cockhead readily bulling apart the walls of her constrictive puss tube. Flare's resistence collasped into a breath locking, arm and leg freezing, deep penetration rush of all too feminine pleasure as he bulled his way, in no nonsense form, into the core of her girlness. He smashed brutally and masterfully into Flare's womb and, frankly thanks to Roger's earlier 'breaking in' of Flare's cervix, the Unicorn's plowing cockhead bulled its way into her womb in one smooth, violent, soul satisfying drive.

"OOOO!" Flare squealed, in-spite of her desire to resist. It felt just too good! "Oh, Loki damn you!" she gasped as he forced her girl guts into her chest. "It's just too...good!"

The Unicorn held still a count, holding himself as far into the squirming Elf as her diminuative body would allow. He grinned down at the panting, wide eyed, swollen bellied Guild Elf.

Flare thrashed under him like a live butterfly pinned to a board.

After a long moment of pinned sexual torture, the Unicorn relaxed. "Guild Elves are such sluts!" Impaler cruelly remarked as he pulled back to start another thrust.

"Yes!" Flare howled when he smacked home again, completely filling her womb with cockhead. Then she suddenly smiled up at him. Looking between his front legs, she raised up and then passionately kissed him, on his sternum (as far up towards his head as her head could reach). Lowering her head afterwards, she looking up at him again with wet, happy, love filled eyes, then enthused, "Don't stop! Please, don't stop! I can't resist...you...that wonderful...Cock! Fuck me, Sir Roger! Fuck me, Darling Roger!" Then she gripped him with her arms and legs and began swinging under that belly, smashing her guts down and around that magnificent horsecock.

Grunting loudly with each driving contact with Unicorn prick and Elf guts, she rode his love pole, sliding down around as much as her short, intensely feminine frame allowed her. Over and over.

"Who's Roger?" Impaler gasped, panting like he was running a race as Flare's feminine guts sucked for his massive load of babystuff.

"Beats me!" the Drow replied, eyes fixed on Flare's wild upside down horse ride and shaking her head in disbelief at what she was seeing. "Guild Elves ARE such sluts!"

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